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The thumping bass at the party made Yoona’s temples throb with a dull ache. She leaned against the bar, nursing a glass of champagne she’d been sipping on for ages. Most of the crowd had already drifted off to the dance floor to flirt or were busy dragging each other toward more private corners. Boredom was setting in, and she was just about ready to call it a night.
But just as she was about to leave, something caught her eye.
Standing in the middle of the crowd was a strikingly tall woman. She wore a simple black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing forearms with muscle definition that wasn't overly bulky but still very sleek. She was tilting her head, listening to someone talk, a faint smile on her lips—but her eyes were distant, like her mind was miles away.
Yoona’s fingers tapped lightly against her glass. She recognized that face. That was Bae Jinsol, the daughter of the fashion mogul. There were quite a few rumors about her in their circle, plenty of praise for her good personality, but whispered that she wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed compared to her high-achieving siblings.
Yoona set her glass down and walked straight over to Jinsol.
“Ms. Bae.”
Jinsol looked a bit flustered when she saw Yoona. She quickly straightened her back, nearly knocking over the drink of the person standing next to her. “Oh, uh... it’s... Reporter Yoona, right? Hello.”
Yoona inwardly rolled her eyes. She knew Jinsol recognized her—they’d crossed paths a few times during interviews with the Bae family, though they’d never moved past basic pleasantries. After those few encounters, Yoona could confirm the rumors were true: Bae Jinsol was just a tall, clumsy girl who didn't have much going for her besides a pretty face. But now, at close range, watching the way the light traced the sharp line of Jinsol’s throat and the collarbone peeking from her shirt, Yoona felt there were a few things she needed to reconsider.
“Don't be so tense,” Yoona said, stepping into Jinsol’s personal space. Her voice dropping to a breathy whisper as she caught a hint of Jinsol’s scent. “I’m not going to bite you.”
Jinsol's ears suddenly bright red. She opened her mouth, as if to make some polite small talk, but ended up just awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck and managing a single word: “... Oh.”
Yoona almost burst out laughing. She reached out and took hold of Jinsol's wrist, which was hanging limply at her side.
“This party is so boring,” Yoona said, her thumb gently stroking the skin of Jinsol's wrist. “Is your place closer, or mine?”
Jinsol's eyes widened. She looked at Yoona, then at her captured wrist, then back at Yoona, her expression like a computer CPU that had just been overloaded. “I, um... we... should we...”
“What should we?” Yoona interrupted impatiently. “Is it a yes or no? If not, I'll find someone else.”
“Yes!” Jinsol blurted out. Realizing how fast and desperate she sounded, the blush spread all the way down her neck. But she didn't pull her hand away, instead, she gripped Yoona’s hand firmly. “My place... it's just nearby.”
Jinsol’s apartment was huge. On the way over, she mentioned it was her private place, so they wouldn't be disturbed. he interior was decorated in warm tones and was very simple. Yoona barely had time to take in that much before she was pinned against the front door the moment they stepped inside.
Jinsol braced one hand against the door above Yoona’s head while the other stayed locked onto her hand. She leaned down, her breath coming in quick hitches, just staring at Yoona without making a move.
“What are you doing?” Yoona felt her heart skip a beat under that gaze, but she wasn't about to lose her edge. “Don't tell me I have to teach you the first step.”
“No,” Jinsol said, sounding a little pained. “I… I wanted to look at you first.”
It sounded like something a high schooler would say—zero game, yet it made Yoona’s heart race faster than any smooth pick-up line ever could. She was done talking. She stood on her tiptoes, grabbed Jinsol’s collar and pulled her down into a kiss.
The kiss tasted like champagne from the start. Jinsol’s technique was surprisingly good—deep, slow, her tongue sweeping through Yoona’s mouth like she was tasting something delicious. Yoona’s legs went a little weak. Her hands migrated from Jinsol’s collar to her shoulders, while Jinsol’s arms wrapped tight around her waist, pulling their lower parts together.
Yoona let out a soft moan, trying to pull back for air, but Jinsol seemed hooked. She chased Yoona’s lips, pressing back in and mumbling against her mouth, “Just one more... just one...”
Yoona wanted to laugh at how needy Jinsol was being, but it was hard when Jinsol wouldn't let her go. They spent the next few minutes in a blur of stop-and-go kisses, stumbling from the entryway to the living room, leaving their clothes across the floor.
Jinsol gently pushed Yoona back onto the sofa and leaned over her. Her lips moved slowly from Yoona’s jawline down to the curve of her neck, then lower, pausing to savor every sensitive place along the way. It wasn’t the urgent kiss Yoona had anticipated. Instead, Jinsol kissed her with quiet devotion, as if nothing else in the world mattered but the warmth beneath her hands.
“Don't... mmh... don't just kiss me,” Yoona ground out, shifting her hips. She was already soaked, her underwear clinging to her skin in the most frustrating way. She lifted a leg, rubbing her toes against the inside of Jinsol’s thigh. “Can you actually do this?”
Jinsol looked up, her lips slick and her eyes filled with a flash of hurt. “I'm trying...”
“Trying my ass,” Yoona muttered, reaching down to yank Jinsol’s pants off. She slid her hand inside, gripping the heat of Jinsol’s cock. The Alpha pheromones hit her instantly. Her neck felt tingly, her Omega instincts sending a surge of heat right between her legs.
Jinsol’s breath caught as her body tensed all at once. She pressed her face into the curve of Yoona’s neck, her words coming out in a soft, muffled whisper. “Don’t… don't squeeze so hard...”
“Shut up,” Yoona snapped, though she loosened her hold. The cock in her hand was throbbing. She guided it toward her entrance, which was already dripping and ready.
Jinsol spread Yoona’s legs wider, tucking a pillow under her hips before nudging forward, letting the head slowly part the Omega’s tight folds.
Yoona hissed, taking a sharp breath. Jinsol was seriously gifted—the size was staggering. Even though Yoona was wet enough, the sheer stretch of her taking it all in made her reach up and dig her nails into Jinsol’s back.
Jinsol stopped immediately, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she fought to stay still. “Does it hurt? I'll go slower...”
“Stop talking and just move,” Yoona panted, shooting her a glare.
Yoona’s walls squeezed tight as she took all of Jinsol, then felt her pull back only to slide in again. She wrapped her legs around Jinsol’s waist, pulling her closer, wanting every bit of her. Every thrust felt incredible, leaving her desperate for more.
Jinsol’s pace picked up, and Yoona didn't complain once. The sofa groaned under the weight of them. Jinsol looked down, fascinated by the sight of herself disappearing inside Yoona, seemingly forgetting the ache in her hips. A drop of sweat fell onto Yoona’s chest, and the sight of her trembling nipple made Jinsol want to taste it. She leaned down, taking one peak into her mouth and sucking hard.
Yoona’s hands moved from Jinsol’s shoulders to her hair, holding her there. With the relentless pounding below and her breasts being teased, she could only moan.
“Yoona...” Jinsol suddenly called her name, her voice nasal and whiny. “So tight... it's so hot inside...”
Yoona blushed furiously at her words. She tried to kick her, but Jinsol caught her ankle, hooked it over her own shoulder. This lifted Yoona's hips off the couch, allowing Jinsol to thrust even deeper.
Yoona’s moans turned into sharp cries. “Bae Jinsol, you... ah... shut up...”
“No,” Jinsol countered—the first time this night. She leaned down to plant a quick kiss on Yoona’s calf before driving into her with a new and raw intensity.
Yoona couldn't find her voice anymore, reduced to broken gasps and whimpers. She went taut, shivering before finally melting down as she hit her peak.
Jinsol kept moving even as Yoona was at her most sensitive. The overwhelming pleasure almost brought Yoona to tears. She pushed against Jinsol’s abs, her voice cracking. “Stop... wait... it's too much...”
“Just a second... almost there...” Jinsol’s breathing was a wreck. She leaned down to kiss Yoona, silencing her protests. She hammered in a few more times, buried herself deep, and let go.
Cum flooded Yoona’s core, leaving her sprawled on the sofa, unable to move a muscle. Her legs remained wide as Jinsol slumped on top of her, still buried deep while her head rested on Yoona’s shoulder. After a long moment, Jinsol looked up, her eyes bright and a goofy, satisfied grin on her face.
“What are you smiling at?” Yoona asked weakly.
“Nothing,” Jinsol shook her head, then leaned in to lightly kiss the corner of Yoona’s mouth, her hips pressing just a little deeper. “I’m happy.”
Yoona was ready to snap at her, but the sight of that pretty face wearing such a foolish grin made the words die in her throat. Instead, she reached up and tugged at Jinsol’s cheek. “Happy my ass. You’re drenched in sweat and squashing me. Get up.”
Jinsol pushed herself up, her semi-hard cock sliding out of Yoona. She glanced down and blushed a little.
“So... do you want to take a bath?” Jinsol asked, her eyes darting around nervously.
Yoona pushed herself upright, her lower back throbbing and her legs still weak and unsteady. Noticing the way Jinsol kept sneaking glances at her while pretending not to, she felt a mischievous spark. She trailed her fingers down, brushed them through the milky traces between her thighs, then lightly tapped the damp fingertip against the tip of Jinsol’s nose.
“Carry me to the bathroom,” Yoona said with a smirk.
Jinsol went completely still, the tacky smear on her nose making her thoughts glitch all over again.
“Hurry up,” Yoona urged, holding out her arms. “You gone stupid or something?”
Jinsol snapped out of it and quickly carried Yoona to the bathroom.
The bathtub was spacious, easily wide enough for the two of them to stretch out together. Jinsol turned on the hot water and carefully helped Yoona into the tub before stepping in after her. Heat wrapped around her weary muscles, easing the tension from her body. Yoona let out a soft breath and leaned back, resting against Jinsol, her back snug against the Alpha’s steady warmth.
Jinsol had been helping her rinse off for a while, but soon her patience wore thin. Her touch lingered at Yoona’s waist, fingers gliding slowly along her curve and drifting lower.
“Again?” Yoona murmured, voice thick with laziness, her thighs parting on instinct as if welcoming Jinsol’s wandering hand.
“Can we…” Jinsol breathed against her ear. One finger slipped effortlessly between Yoona’s folds, still damp and warm from earlier. “Just one more time…”
Yoona tilted her head to study her. Jinsol’s cheeks were flushed, whether from the steam or desire it was hard to tell, and her eyes burned with need. Yoona lifted a hand, curling it around the back of Jinsol’s neck and tugging her closer.
Yoona leaned in until their mouths were almost touching, her voice low and deliberate as she articulated every word. “If you even think about coming inside me this time, I swear I’ll kill you.”
Jinsol's eyes lit up and she broke into that silly grin. “Okay.”