What are we?

I woke up greeted by the sun's rays and an empty bed that smelled faintly like a cat — a very fragrant and sensual cat. Great — I thought — Yeji has left, just like Seulgi did that night. 

I looked at my phone and opened a few messages from Jimin — a text saying they arrived home and that she, Ryujin, and Chaeryoung were having a good time talking — and the last messages, a photo of her with a frowning Ryujin and a smiling Chaeryoung on either side of her arms as they lie on her bed with a text saying: "Goodnight, Seren. See you tomorrow. (Three heart emojis)"

My heart fluttered and I had to smile in spite of myself, and despite what happened between Yeji and I. I sent her a late response: "Hey! Good morning! I'm sorry I wasn't able to message last night. I was knocked out a few moments after getting home. Yeah. I'll see you later." I felt guilty lying to her, but she didn't need to know that — and we're not dating, not yet, at least. Was I hoping? I don't know anymore. I stood, put on some boxers and placed my phone in its pocket.

I went out to the kitchen and was genuinely surprised to find Yeji munching on a bowl of cereals at the kitchen counter. She was already dressed in the same clothes she wore last night — she looked comfortable and cozy, like a girlfriend who'd stayed the night. It would have been perfect if she wore one of my shirts but — she still looks hot regardless. I then managed a faint smile – so she didn't ditch me after all.

"Mornin'," Yeji greeted. "I hope you don't mind me raiding your fridge."

"Feel free," I said as I grabbed a bowl for myself and sat across from her.

"How's your arm?" Yeji asked.

"My arm?"

"Yeah. It was broken last night, right?"

And I remembered, it was indeed broken last night after I blocked that Rider's strike. I flexed my left arm — "No pain at all, and it seems pretty healed," I said in surprise while massaging it gently with my other hand.

"Huh, even pain?" Yeji asked curiously.

"Yeah. I can still feel a little numbness last night while we... you know... but right now," I swung my arm tentatively, "yeah, it feels fine."

Yeji kept eyeing me, her brows furrowed, "Was the sex that good?"

I hit her playfully in the head as she giggled.

"But seriously, Seren. You're fully healed already?" Yeji queried again before taking another spoonful in her mouth.

"I know. It feels, strange," I said still giving my arm tentative swishes.

Yeji then began listing my "abnormalities": "Resistance to vampiric charm, amplifying a werebeast's sexual drive, and now accelerated healing," and superhuman strength, I thought — but I decided to keep that between me, Jimin, and Seulgi for now. "What the hell are you, Seren?"

"I've been asking myself the same question, Yeji," I replied as I resumed munching on my now soggy cereals.

My phone beeped and I fished it out of my pocket. I grinned as I saw that it was a message from Jimin and read it immediately: "Good morning, Seren! It's fine, I understand if you dozed off immediately last night. Ryujin and Chaeryoung just left and I need to clean up a bit. Can you come here at around lunchtime?"

A second message appeared just as I finished reading the previous one. "Can you also, stay the night with me?"

My eyes read that message for about five times before my mind actually registered it. Jimin wants me to stay the night? At her place? Blood rushed to my cheeks as my mind raced at the possibilities the day — and the night – might offer. I sent a response: "Yeah. Sure. I'll be there." I hoped it sounded nonchalant, but knowing me, it may have sounded stupid.

"Jimin?" Yeji asked, probably noting my sudden giddiness.

"Yeah. Said Ryujin and Chaeryoung already left her apartment."

Yeji nodded, then after about three more spoonfuls of soggy cereal — "What are you, Seren?" she followed, leaning forward slightly in curiosity, allowing me a tease of her cleavage underneath her shirt.

I sighed, putting my phone down beside my bowl of cereal, "I really don't know, Yeji. One minute I was a normal person then another I am resistant to vampiric charm and —"

"Not you, you moron," Yeji pointed her spoon at me. "You and Jimin. Are you dating? Because if you were, then last night was..."

Shit — that was embarrassing and oddly familiar, Seulgi did ask me the same question. But why was Yeji asking me this now? "Isn't it a little bit late to consider that, don't you think?" I interrupted.

"Hey! I was... I needed the release — and so did you," she responded.

Well, I did not refuse last night so in a way, I did want it to happen — and who wouldn't? Yeji is a beautiful woman, who could resist if someone as hot as her invited you to have sex — but was it all just really release like Yeji says?

"No, we're not dating, Yeji," I finally replied.

Yeji nodded, "Good, because I don't want that under my conscience," she set her spoon down on her empty bowl; "But you obviously like her," Yeji commented.

I was silent for a moment and pondered a question: what is Jimin to me? Is she just a crush, or was there something deeper behind all the jokes and the flirting? Well, if timing allows, I might be able to broach the topic later.

Yeji then stood up, "I got to go, Seren. I need to meet with my team." She walked around the counter and to my surprise she placed a hand on my shoulder and the other on my cheek, she pulled me in for a kiss that tasted like sweet cereal. I instinctively held her waist, squeezing gently to feel the soft flesh covered by her shirt as our lips danced and our tongues tasted each other.

"Hmmm," Yeji moaned softly, her body gravitating towards me. She pressed herself against me — inviting and tempting while her kiss deepens. "You're really good at that," she said, out of breath as she pulled away, her eyes remained focused on my lips while her index finger softly strokes my lower lip.

"At kissing?" I asked.

"At intimacy," Yeji replied.

"I'll walk you to the door," I whispered.

Yeji giggled, "Don't be such a gentleman, Seren." She pressed another quick kiss on my lips. "Or else Jimin will have a rival in me," she now truly pulled away and slowly walked to leave my apartment, leaving me confused and wondering about what she meant. When the door clicked shut, I stared at the empty bowls in front of me, wondering which of us had left the bigger mess.

I cleaned up my room in order to clear up my thoughts. They said doing mundane things does that, keeping yourself busy with household chores is a great way to pass the time and keep your thoughts from wandering — that's a lie. My thoughts kept wandering — towards Jimin and the night we are about to have, towards Yeji and the night we had, but every thought always leads to one question towards who and what I really am. Even the hum of the vacuum cleaner was unable to drown out my thoughts — and when I was done, my room was clean, but my mind remains a mess.

After cleaning, I packed my things. A change of clothes to sleep with at Jimin's as well as what I would wear for school tomorrow, I won't be coming home tonight after all. I then took a warm shower and got dressed. I texted Jimin that I'll be on the way in a while and she replied after a few seconds "Still cleaning up the mess Ryujin, Chaeryoung, and I made."

"Okay. I'll text when I'm outside."

"Stay safe, Seren."

"I will. See you."

I hope you can also clean up the mess in me — I wanted to say, but I don't want to burden her with my own baggage. She just had a life threatening encounter last night, it would be too selfish of me to talk about my worries — not unless she opens them up.

I pocketed my phone, slung my bag on my back and made my way outside. The world outside felt the same yet different from the world I saw last night. Both are noisy with activity, but the noise at the battle at the Archives was something I don't want to hear ever again. Yet my world is expanding at a rate I can't follow, dragging people that I care about needlessly. I need the strength to protect them, I thought.

I left the gate and pondered — why not? And I tried to pull it down with all my strength, aiming to replicate the strength that manifested last night when I punched the Rider of the Hunt — and the gate didn't budge, no supernatural strength, just one stupid looking college guy who pulled a gate a little too hard.

Was that a one time thing then? Or does it only activate during times of distress? Is there some way to control it? All these questions always lead to one central question — What the fuck am I?

I sighed and finally walked towards Jimin's apartment — the only one I can truly share everything that's on my mind, but not everything that's on my heart. The walk was supposedly quick, but it felt too long. My legs felt heavy, like it's struggling to drag the weight of my body that's overburdened with a psychedelic mix of nervousness, anxiety, and excitement.

Questions, possibilities, worst case scenarios, and what ifs flood my mind. This was not how I thought I'd feel when I received Jimin's text. I thought I'd be giddy, running towards her apartment at full speed, instead, I'm trudging forward like someone who's walking with their feet stuck in knee deep mud.

Without noticing it, I arrived at her apartment building. Minutes passed as I stood at the gate, my phone in my hand but unable to text Jimin that I've arrived. People gave me curious looks as they come and go — who wouldn't when I'm standing there like a lovesick statue.

I was brought out from my trance when the gate opened and a soft, familiar voice spoke. "Seren," Jimin said, almost a whisper.

I shook my head in surprise, "Jimin, I, uh, didn't text you yet," I replied, then realized how dumb it might have seemed.

"I saw you when I opened the window," Jimin explained. "You were just standing still that I grew concerned and came down to get you. Are you okay?" She asked, tentatively reaching and pressing my right arm gently.

I dipped my head as I tried to find an answer at the cobblestone path — before realizing that I did have an answer, it's just incomplete. I raised my head and smiled somberly at Jimin. She looked beautiful as always, her hair was tied in a messy high ponytail, sweat dripped from her brow to her neck, and she wore a loose black shirt and jersey shorts — and two questions popped in my mind, what do I really feel about her? And do I deserve her?

I settled for answering her question first with a question of my own: "Are you?"

She tilted her head, clearly confused. "Yeah. I'm good," she nodded, her face clearly concerned.

"Then that's good enough for me," I answered. I then held her hand and guided her back inside her apartment.

Once inside, it was Jimin's turn to guide me in. We took the stairs to the fourth floor, walked the hall to door 407, and entered her room. The scent of food, some kind of fish soup if I'm right, immediately wafted at my senses. It smelled good, and it smelled even better as we walked the short hallway into her small living room. It was cozy, with books about the Night Folk lined up neatly on a cabinet — posters and pictures depicting the Night Races were also hung at her walls.

I laid my bag down at her couch, a plush green sofa free of scratch marks unlike mine. "I'm just finishing up with lunch," she said as she took the pot and placed it in a coaster by the sink. "Feel free to —"

She wasn't able to finish her thoughts as my arms wrapped around her waist, my head pressed against the back of hers. "Just a moment, Jimin, one minute," I whispered. 

Her hand slowly held mine as I pulled her close. "Take all the time you need," she replied softly.

Pathetic — I thought to myself. For all the careful consideration I gave not to project my problems to Jimin, here I am, embracing her as the weight of it all presses down on me. This is unfair to her, she wasn't the only one who suffered, and yet I'm making myself a burden to her.

"I lied, Jimin, I'm sorry, but I'm not okay." I whispered as I tried to hold back tears.

Jimin turned around, she pressed her forehead against me, her hands cupped my cheeks. "I know, Seren. And I'm here, for you."

"Thank you. But I don't think I deserve —"

"It's not a matter if you deserve it or not," Jimin interrupted. "You need a friend, I am one. I am here."

I wrapped my arms tighter around her and nuzzled my head on her neck. Her arms wrapped around my neck — and we held each other in silence until the dish Jimin cooked turned cold.

It was mid afternoon when we finally ate lunch. Jimin had to reheat what she cooked, a salmon soup which was phenomenal. The atmosphere lightened while we tidied up after we ate. I helped her with the remaining chores in her apartment, and for once, my mind was clear — no questions, no worries, just routine, mundane action, and Jimin.

Just as we finished, Jimin stretched on the kitchen counter, and I can't help but stare at her figure. Her curves are a lot more prominent than Yeji's, then again, Yeji's chest isn't as full as Jimin's and — why am I comparing both of them? This is not the time, Seren, I thought as I averted my gaze.

"I'm sweaty, I'm gonna take a shower. And no—" Jimin pointed at me sternly but playfully as she noticed my head crank up. "— you're not allowed to watch."

I shrugged, "I wasn't going to say anything," I replied innocently but with a crooked grin trying to escape my face.

"Yeah, right, Seren," Jimin giggled. "Wait for me here, I won't be long."

"What choice do I have?" I joked sarcastically.

"None," she replied, sticking her tongue out at me before entering her room and closing it shut.

I chuckled as I sat in the couch and turned her TV on and flipped the channels. I decided to kill the time by watching a documentary about the Night Ladies, a sect of human women who, by choice or by fate, developed supernatural powers, making them valuable to both humans and the Night Folk — or so the documentary said.

About half an hour in — and with no information entering my brain from the documentary — Jimin finally came out of her room. The fresh scent of lavender and roses permeated her living room and I closed my eyes just to take in more of her scent.

I felt the couch beside me sink, and I smelled Jimin shuffle closer to me. "You asleep, or pretending to?" She whispered cheekily.

"Pretending to," I replied, hearing a faint giggle from her. "You smell great," I complimented.

"Thanks. But do you just want to smell me?" She teased and I finally opened my eyes. She was wearing track shorts, her white and silky thighs and legs, seemed to sparkle as the rays of the late afternoon sun pierced her windows. My eyes traveled higher to her torso, she now wore a crop tank top, exposing her midriff and — my jaw nearly dropped — ample cleavage from her full breasts. I heard her giggle softly as she took a finger to my chin and raised it at her eye level, "My eyes are up here," she said seductively.

I smiled in disbelief, "Such a tease," I bit back.

"Ooh. You're fighting back now," she chuckled.

"You told me I should keep up."

Jimin chuckled once again before sitting beside me. I wrapped an arm around her, my palm caressing her smooth shoulders as she rested her head on my shoulders.

"Night Ladies, huh. Didn't know you were into them," Jimin said as she watched the documentary.

"I'm not, it was the least boring one," I answered.

"Hmm," Jimin hummed before taking the remote and started flipping through channels.

"Oh, it's us," she suddenly exclaimed.

I watched the screen, it was indeed us in the news, for the battle at the Archives was being reported. The footage showed us as we received the Riders as a reporter provided commentary. Then they cut to the moment the action happened, when the lead Rider slashed his blade at Yeji, Ryujin pulling her back, and Chaeryoung transforming into her werebeast form.

"Looks like Detective Kang Seulgi did a good job in creating a cover story," Jimin commented. It was the same cover story Seulgi said to me, and frankly, I think only humans would buy it.

"I don't think the Night Folk are going to believe that. The streets were unusually quiet last night, Yeji said. The Night Races probably already had an idea of what truly happened," I commented.

"Which means we need to be extra vigilant from now on," Jimin muttered.

"Are you really sure you want to stay with me on this one?" I asked.

"I said so last night, Seren," she then faced me, her eyes steely with resolve. "Until you find out who and what you are, I'm with you."

I smiled as I kissed her forehead. She smiled naughtily as she looked back at me, "So you're daring enough to kiss me now?" She teased with faux haughtiness.

"Fine, I'll take it back," I grinned as I pulled her by her head to kiss her forehead again.

She looked visibly flushed for a split second as I pulled her away before she narrows her eyes, the cheekily flirtatious look was back on her face. "Was that you being chivalrous or was that you being a perv?"

"Does it matter if you liked it?" I replied without missing a beat.

Jimin opened her mouth in mock surprise, "Bold of you to assume I liked it."

"Your cheeks say otherwise," I quipped, and for the first time she had no witty comeback against me — so she settled for violence when she grabbed a nearby pillow and smacked me in the face with it.

My surprise was genuine as the pillow hit me square in the nose. Any hint of anger evaporated though when I heard Jimin's unabashed laughter, the pillow still clutched in her hand.

I scoffed and slowly gripped the pillow closest to me. "You're on then, Yu Jimin," and I swung the pillow, hitting her in the forearm — and the pillow fight began in earnest.

We played for the rest of the afternoon until early evening. Pillow fights, boardgames, jenga, and just generally having a good time. We never felt hungry as the warmth and joy of each other's company seem enough to sustain us — until we both collapsed laughing at about 9:30PM, she on her couch, and me at the carpet below it.

I could hear our heavy breathing steady before Jimin sat up. "You hungry?" She asked.

"Strangely, no," I replied.

Jimin chuckled before moving towards a box near a table by the window. She removed what appears to be a phonograph and she set it down. She then opened a small drawer underneath the table and took out a few vinyl records.

"Didn't think you are into these kinds of stuff, Jimin." I said as I watched her shuffle through the records before selecting one and laying it carefully at the phonograph and it played a soft and gentle jazz music.

Jimin stood and faced me, "It was a phase," she replied before going to the array of switches at her hallway. She turned it all off, leaving only the light of the waxing moon to illuminate her living room.

She then walked and stood in front of me, "Dance with me," she said softly.

I chuckled, "I'm not much of a dancer, Jimin."

"I've seen you dance two years ago at our freshmen reception, I know you're a bad dancer." She retorted as she tried to hold her laughter. "Just stand up and follow my lead," she said, extending her hands towards me. I took it and she pulled me up — she placed her arms on my shoulder yet I hesitated. She was wearing a crop top, and I was nervous to touch her bare waist.

"You're cute,"Jimin chuckled as she took my hands and placed them on either side of her waists before returning her arms on my shoulders. "That's it, now just sway slowly and follow my lead," she whispered.

I did just that, however it was hard to concentrate. With my hands on her waist and whenever I look down I get to glance at her full cleavage, I felt the temperature in the room rise. It didn't help that Jimin started breathing heavily.

She pressed her body close to me, she wrapped her arms tighter around my shoulder as the jazz track looped back to its origin. 

Jimin sighed as I gently squeezed her soft waist. "I like your touch, Seren," she whispered.

"Does that mean–?"

"No, it does not mean you can touch me anytime you want," she giggled.

"Worth the shot," I quipped and she giggled a lot cuter.

We swayed slowly together. I felt our breathing slowly fall into sync and when the track looped back again, Jimin spoke, "Tell me, Seren, and don't lie to me, I'll know if you do," there was a brief silence as I grew slightly nervous. Jimin pulled away slightly to look me in the eyes, one of her hands slid down to my chest, right where my heart was beating. "Did something happen between you and Yeji last night?"

We stopped swaying. Her eyes held mine — and I knew it was futile to lie. I nodded slightly. 

She blinks twice, "How far?"

I didn't answer — which was all the answer she needs.

She sighed, and pulled me closer — no dance, just the two of us holding each other by the light of the moon and with a storm raging in our hearts.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked after the phonograph loops back again.

Jimin shook her head on my chest.

"Jimin —"

"I'm not mad at you," Jimin replied, raising her head to meet my gaze once again. "I'm mad at myself."

Her confession left me confused, what could she be mad about herself for? And why wasn't she mad at herself and not me?

"I..." her breath hitched, almost a sob. "I'm mad at myself because you just met Yeji yesterday — and she had the courage to have sex with you while I am here nursing my affection for you for almost three years with nothing to show for it but flirtation and late night texts."

"Jimin, I –"

"What are we, Seren? Beyond the obvious sexual tension, beyond all the flirting, beyond all the conversations, beyond the fact that we both know that we like each other but are both too chicken to say it in each other's face, beyond all that... what are we?"

I would have understood if Jimin said those words with rage in her voice — but I heard nothing but compassion in her voice and saw nothing but affection in her eyes. Which made the pain sting a lot deeper.

"I don't —"

"Please don't say you don't deserve me, that's bullshit and you know it," she interrupted with obvious frustration, "I decide who deserves me Seren, and right now, it is still you. So again, what are we, Seren Vale?" Jimin repeated with more urgency.

I pressed my forehead against hers, "Jimin, I —" I struggled to find an answer — until, "I don't even know what I am."

"And that matters why?" Jimin asked defiantly.

"Because I don't know if I'm a danger to you," I replied as the answer to one of my questions finally comes to me — if I find out what I am, would I still be the same?

Her hands caressed my cheeks softly, "You protected me last night," she whispered gently, "broke your arm for it — for me."

"We don't know that—"

"I know you." Jimin said with finality.

"We don't know what I might become," I defied.

The phonograph loops again as we stood silently in each other's arms.

"Your mind is set?" Jimin asked, a silent plea in her voice.

"I want to be with you," I finally confessed, "gods I wanted to be with you for so long. But as long as I am unsure whether I am not a danger to you," a tear finally rolls down my eye as my grip on her waist tightens slightly, "I can't be with you, not in the way we both want."

Jimin's hand wipes my tear, "I understand, Seren. But my promise remains, I'll stay with you until you find out who you are."

I managed a faint smile, "Thank you, Jimin."

Jimin faintly huffed, "And Seren," she whispered.

"Yes?"

She hesitated for a heartbeat, then finally asked, "Just for tonight, do you want me?"

I nodded immediately, "Not just tonight, I always did."

"Until now?"

"Especially now."

Jimin sighed heavily, her hands snaked around my head, "I'm tired of all the flirting, of all our unresolved sexual tension, Seren."

"Jimin —"

"I don't want this night to end without advancing what we are. Even if we don't emerge out of this night as mutually exclusive or dating or whatever labels couples call themselves, I — I don't want to be a coward anymore. Just like Yeji did, I'll claim what I want, and I want you, and if you want me too — claim me, I'm yours."

And the flood gates opened and all hesitation melted like butter on a hot pan as I kissed Yu Jimin — and she kissed me back, deeply and with passion, her hands pulling at my hair while mine wrapped itself tightly around her body.

Jimin lowered herself down to her carpeted floor, dragging me with her as she refused to pull our lips apart. She pulled my shirt up, removing it from my torso then wrapped her arms around my neck while I hooked mine underneath her shoulder. Her lips were hungry, exploring every inch of mine like it was some kind of expensive dish, but to be fair, I was hungrier.

My hands pressed on her waist and she let out a soft moan. "Higher," she whispered pulling away from the kiss, allowing me to move and plant wet kisses down her jaw. Her hands took mine and slowly lifted them up to her breasts. "Do it," she moaned, and I can feel her smirk as I kissed her jaw, "I know you waited years to."

And yes I did, for as long as I knew Jimin, I've fantasized of touching her breasts — hell I've fantasized in doing more, and I plan to tonight. I knead her clothed chest, my palms planted upon it while my fingers stroke the spill of her cleavage from her tank top.

"That's good, baby," Jimin moaned while I moved my kisses to her neck and ear. I chuckled, "Baby?"

She smacked me in the back while giggling, "Get the most out of it, I'll only call you that while we're having sex."

"You make it sound like there would be a next time," I whispered, licking her ear with one long stroke and squeezing her breasts a little roughly.

"Ngggghhhhh," Jimin groaned. "That depends on how you'll do tonight," she teased.

I smirked, "Challenge accepted, baby." Hearing me call her that seemed to have an effect on her, her hips slightly raised, seeking friction with mine as I moved my lips lower towards her collarbone.

I began kissing the outline of her breasts. Her back arched, and her hands pressed me deeper on her body. I snaked my hand on the hem of her top and slowly pulled them off of her, revealing a white lace bra that barely contains her full breasts — add to that the rising and falling of her chests with her heavy breasts, and I was unable to hold it anymore.

I reached behind her, fumbling with her bra while my other hand groped one of her breasts. Jimin giggled then moaned once I unclasped her bra and pulled it off her body, giving me a view of two hard and pink nipples. I dove in immediately, latching my mouth on one while pinching the other.

"Fuck, Seren —" Jimin moaned breathily, her back arching and her fingers stroking my hair gently.

"Feel good, baby?" I asked before transfering my mouth on the opposite tit.

Jimim chuckled, "Yes, baby. So good," she drawled.

Slowly, her hand moved to the top of my head and gently, she pushed, urging me lower down her body. I obliged as I moved down her soft and creamy stomach yet my hands remained on her full and soft mounds, kneading them and circling my thumb on her nipples.

I explored – no, I worshipped her body. I lingered on areas that made her squirm and moan breathlessly, like her belly bottom and the right side of her midriff right where her liver is.

"Lower, baby, please." Jimin whined, her hands urging me lower yet I stayed in her midriff while I kept massaging her breasts. "Baby..." she now drawled.

"What is it?" I teased.

"Lower, I need you lower," she whined cutely and sensually as she is now pulling on my hair while pushing my head down, her hips were raised and squirming, yearning for friction and release. All of these just made me want to tease her more.

I sucked hard on her stomach, making her gasp from both pain and pleasure. A faint hickey emerhed from where I sucked. "You won't be wearing crop tops for a while, baby," I teased as I gazed at my handiwork.

"You asshole," Jimin laughed as she pulled at my hair. "You got what you want, now give me what I want."

I resumed kissing her stomach, making her hips rise higher and her moans grow louder. "Should I?" I teased as I lowered my hands from her breasts towards the hem of her shorts.

"Yes, baby. Please, baby," Jimin squirmed below me, moving her hips, impatient for me to take them off.

I smiled and teased her further. My lips passed by her now hot and musky core, a significant wet spot marked where the heat and musk are permeating from, and I went instead for inner thighs. "Fuck, you asshole, stop teasing me," she whined as tried to push her still clothed crotch towards my face while I pepper and stroke her soft inner thighs with kisses and licks.

I tried to stop her, blocking her advance by placing a hand on her wet core — then she shivered. Jimin gasped sharply, her body squirmed and writhed, her breasts bouncing alluringly, and slick started spilling from her shorts down to the carpet below. She kept shaking as I watch her come undone for the first time of the night — and we were both still half naked.

Jimin slowly calmed down and looked at me, her face flushed and her eyes half-lidded but full of desire. "Fuck you, Seren," she swore.

"Was that supposed to happen?" I teased, bringing a finger gently on the outline of her pussy upon her soiled shorts.

Jimin gasped again, "No. Stop, I'm still sensitive."

"You wanted me to touch you here just a few moments ago, and now you're telling me to stop?" I grinned wickedly as I finally pulled her shorts and panties off her body.

And Jimin's body was laid bare for my eyes to feast on. My cock twitched in my pants as Jimin smiled as she lay naked on her carpet, face flushed red, her breasts rising and falling with her breathing, and a clean pussy dripping like a faucet.

I lowered my face in between her heat and exhaled a puff of breath on her swollen pussy. She twitched as her pussy squirted a little. "Don't just look, Seren," Jimin cutely whispered like she's embarrassed.

Another smile crossed my face as I curled two fingers and slid them inside Jimin's dripping heat. Her eyes snap wide as she gasped. She moved her hips in tandem with the thrusts of my fingers. I felt every ridge of her caverns, wet with her slick as it made sloshing sounds.

Unable to take it anymore, I leaned in, flicking my tongue on her clit. The effect was immediate — she took hold of my head, pulled me towards her pussy, and clenched her thighs tightly on either side of my head.

"Keep going, Seren! Keep going!" She shrieked, her back arching and I can't resist the temptation to grab one of her full breasts and pinch its nipples.

"FUCK! You're driving me crazy!" Jimin yelled, her other hand went to her hair, pulling at it just to feel another sensation lest she gets overwhelmed.

Her hips were now rocking hard on my face. "I'm close. Don't stop. Baby, don't fucking stop!"

I had no intention to. I drove my fingers faster and sucked on her clit harder. Then, her thighs clenched tightly, making my ears ring, muffling the scream that came out of her mouth the next moment.

"I'M CUMMING -! HNNNGGGHHH" She did not just cum, she squirted, heavily and strongly. I removed my fingers and replaced them with my tongue, receiving every drop of slick that gushed out of her.

After what seemed like hours, her thighs relaxed, freeing me. I crawled back up to kiss her, making her taste herself as oue tongues clashed. "You're delicious, Yu Jimin," I complimented when I pulled away.

"How are you so good at this, Seren Vale?" She asked, her face, ears, and neck flushed red.

"I'm just doing what I think makes you feel good." I replied.

"That you did," Jimin chuckled. "But I think it's time for me to return the favor," she said while playing with the hem of my shorts.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Sit on my couch," she instructed.

I stood up and sat at her couch, she followed closely. Her body sillhoutted by the moon's light. She raised her hands over her head, and started swaying her hips sensually. She lowered her arms and squeezed her tits, making her moan softly. My breath hitched at this private show, and my cock twitched in my shorts. Jimin noticed this and while still swaying her hips, she slowly knelt in front of me, took the waist band of my shorts and pulled them off my feet.

My cock sprang free, making her flinch as it nearly hit her face. "Seren, you've been holding out on me, baby." Jimin commented, her eyes wide in a mixture of awe and shock as she gripped my cock with a soft hand and started stroking me slowly.

I gasped at her touch and a sly smile flashed on her lips. "Like that, baby?"

"Yes, so much," I groaned.

"Then you'll like this one better," Jimin cooed. She rose slightly and rested her tits on my thighs, then — she wrapped her breasts around my cock, fitting it snugly with about an inch and the tip resting on her neck. The sheer warmth and softness of jer breasts nearly made me cum and it took all of my effort to resist — Jimin hasn't had her fun yet — and neither did I.

She pressed her tits together with her hands and started moving it up and down my shaft. The tip was hitting her chin — so she took it in her mouth. My size was ample enough for her to give me a tit job while she swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock — and I can feel myself slowly unravelling. My head felt light as pressure built in my gut.

"I'm close —" I croaked, my eyes focused on her bouncing tits wrapped around my member. Jimin looked at me and I held her gaze, she began flicking her tongue on the slit of my cock and my hands flew to the side of her head. She released her breasts on my cock amd started bobbing her head earnestly. She can't take all of it at first, but with every bob, she went deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until when she had taken all of me in her mouth, I wasn't able to take it anymore — and I came.

I held her head with my hands as I shot ropes of cum down her throat. I can feel her gag reflex as she had no choice but to swallow. Her eyes grew red as tears streamed down her cheeks, her hands were on my thighs, yet she didn't tap out, she took it, and I couldn't help but curse once I released my grip on her head and she came up for air.

"Fuck, Jimin..." I panted as Jimin coughed. She licked her lips, as if trying to ensure that she got all of my seed in her mouth. "You taste good too, Seren." She said with a naughty smile.

My dick twitched at her words. "You're still hard," she whispered, taking my cock in her hand and slowly stroking it.

"Have you seen yourself?" I quipped and Jimin giggled.

"You're on full on pervert mode right now," she jokes.

"You started it," I quipped back.

Then she stood and knelt on top of me, she held my cock as she rubbed it on the entrance of her folds.

"Will it fit?" Genuine worry laced her voice.

I held her waist and squeezed it softly. "Take your time. Take it slow, baby."

Jimin nodded, and slowly, she pressed down. Inch by agonizong inch, she slowly sheathed my cock inside her. Our eyes rolled to the top of our heads at the sensation.

Yeji was tighter, but Jimin was wetter, and with her having cum twice already, she was able to slide my cock in slowly but surely. And when she finally fit all of me inside of her, she paused, her eyes closed and her hips twitching as she adjusts.

"Seren..." she moaned out of breath. "You're driving me crazy, I nearly came again just putting you inside of me." She giggled as she leaned forward to kiss me. One of my hands now stroked her smooth back while the other cupped her soft ass.

"Take your time," I whispered again.

Jimim shook her head, "I took my time for almost three years already, I'm not taking my time now," and she started grinding her hips rhythmically — and the pleasure made my eyes roll to the top of my head.

Jimin giggled, "Good?" She moaned breathily in my ear.

"So good," I whispered on hers. My hands cupped her asscheeks and slowly guided her as she moved. She pressed her body against mine, her full chest squished between us as she arched her back and wrapped her arms around my neck.

She pressed her forehead against mine. Our eyes held each other as her rhythm started getting harder and faster.

Then she closed her eyes and exclaimed, "Fuck, your're so big," and pulled herself to crash her lips against mine. Our moans were muffled as she picked up the pace, my hands squeezed her ass, urging her to go harder and faster. 

Her walls were slowly constricting, and the pleasure combined with the slight pain felt like heaven. Her breathing on my lips slowly became as erratic as her movements until she finally broke away to scream, "I'M CUMMING!" She slammed herself hard and started twitching, I felt her juices trying to escape the seal made by her pussy on my cock — if I was not inside her, she would've squirted again. Instead, it dripped copiusly to my balls and down her couch.

"Enjoying yourself?" I teased as her movement and breathing steadied.

"You're an asshole when you're fucking, do you know that?" She countered.

I shrugged, "Seems like you like it."

She then planted a deep kiss on my lips, "I love it," she whispered. "Take me from behind?" She cooed, and the face with which she said it, cute but so erotic, made my cock twitch inside her.

I tapped her ass, signaling for her to stand and bend at the couch. She did so, bending by side, her arms holding the armrests. I positioned myself behind her, one of my knees on the couch while one foot was on the floor.

I stared at her, bent over with a swollen pussy and a cute and squishy ass. I brought my hand down, and slapped one cheek. "Ahhh." Jimin squealed. "Stop teasing me," she then whined.

I chuckled and pushed myself inside her. "Shit, that's so deep," Jimin moaned as her knuckles turned white from gripping the armrest.

I started slow at first then Jimin turned around and said, "Hard and fast, baby. Use me, ruin me, I'm yours. I don't care what you are or what we are, tonight we own each other. So fuck me like you do."

And again, who was I to refuse such a hot lady?

I held her slim waist, squeezed it softly as a tender warning before I drove into her hard, fast, and deep. She started screaming I was afraid her neigbors would hear, or her voice will go hoarse. Before I could wrap my hand around her mouth though, she bit the armrest and squealed. Her pussy convulsed as another gush of her juices dripped on her couch.

I was about to slow down when her head snapped to me, "Keep going, don't slow down, baby. Please keep going." She whined her plea with her eyes — and she was so freaking cute that it was so hot.

I started pounding on her that she was forced to bite her armrest again just to muffle her screams. Her body slowly descended, unable to keep up with my weight continuously hammering down on her until her whole body was pressed flat on her couch and I was fucking her prone.

She then pulled me by the hair, turned around and kissed me, and bit my tongue so I won't pull away. My hands reached underneath her to squeeze upon her breasts and she started squirming again, her walls tightening again, and I can feel pressure building up on my gut.

I pressed my lips deeply onto Jimin, making her release her bite on my tongue. "I'm close, baby —"

"Inside," she breathed urgently. "Nowhere else but inside."

It didn't take long until I gave one last powerful thrust before Jimin's walls milked me, making both of us scream loudly, although hers was muffled by the armrest. Her pussy constricted my dick inside her, refusing to let it go nor let it move until both our climaxes subside. I laid on top of her, our breathing in sync as we slowly recovered.

"Seren," she whispered. Her fingers stroking my hair tenderly.

"Jimin," I whispered back.

"Bring me to bed, will you? I can't feel my legs." I looked down her body and her legs were shaking slightly.

I chuckled, "Sorry."

"It was great, Seren. The best, to be honest." Jimin said with a smile before giving me a quick deep kiss.

I sighed and slowly pulled out my now flaccid cock. Our combined juices spilled out of her, further soiling her couch.

"We made a mess of your couch," I commented as I scooped Jimin up in a lover's carry. She glanced at the pool of cum at her couch. "I'll have that cleaned up this weekend, but now, I just want to lay beside you." She said as she cupped my cheeks.

I carried her towards her bed, laid her down and pulled the covers over us. She threw her arms around me for another passionate kiss. She held my soft cock and slowly inserted it inside her.

"Jimin —" I began.

"I want to feel you all night inside me. Don't break away," she replied, her voice quivering like she's about to break before leaning in and kissing me again.

Time then became a blur of kisses, moans, heavy breathing, and of sweet nothings whispered to the moon. 

Jimim sighed, weary but satisfied as we held each other. "This doesn't change anything, Seren," she whispered, shifting slightly in my embrace.

I nodded but I knew, we both knew — lines have been crossed, words have been said, and promises were pledged — everything has changed.

I kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her lips, then she pulled me in closer. "More," she whispered as she moved her hips again, massaging me back to full hardness inside of her. "More, Seren, I can't get enough of you," she moaned breathily as she pulled me back on top of her — and who was I to refuse. The moon was now shrouded by the clouds and the phonograph has long died, but our breaths lingered as we moved softly in sync underneath her sheets, our bodies unable — no, unwilling to stop.