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Yoona is sitting in the waiting room, her fingers drumming nervously on her leg. The clinic has a strange mix of antiseptic and lavender smell, which doesn't really help her calm down. She's been avoiding this for months, but now that her divorce was done, she knows she can't put it off any longer.
The door opens and a nurse calls out her name. "Miss Seol Yoona? Dr. Bae Jinsol will see you now."
Yoona follows the nurse down a hallway with abstract paintings on the walls. The exam room is smaller than she thought it would be, painted a soft blue that's probably supposed to be soothing. But it doesn't make her feel any better right now.
“Dr. Jinsol will be right in.” The nurse says, handing her a gown. “Please change into this.”
Yoona nods and waits until the door closes before she starts taking off her clothes. Her hands are a little shaky as she ties the gown.
A little while later, a knock on the door makes her jump.
"Come in.” She says, wishing her voice didn't sound so small.
The door opens and Yoona freezes for a moment. Dr. Jinsol isn't what she expected at all. She's young, probably about Yoona's age. The second she sees Yoona, she gives her a warm and easy smile. Her hair is neatly pulled back, her friendly vibe makes Yoona feel a bit more relaxed.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Jinsol, just call me Jinsol.” She says. “Nice to meet you, Yoona.”
“Hi.” Yoona mutters, barely above a whisper.
Jinsol slides into her chair and flips open Yoona’s file on a tablet. “So, I see here you’re concerned about your sexual response. Can you tell me more about that?”
Yoona’s face burns. God, this is so awkward. “I… my ex-husband and I… we had problems…no, it’s only me… I... I couldn’t… I never felt turned on. Not once in three years of our marriage.”
Jinsol nods, she had heard of many cases like this. Her expression professional but kind. "This was consistent throughout your relationship?"
"Yes. I think maybe something's wrong with me. He thinks so too, eventually. That's why we got divorced."
"I'm sorry to hear that.” Jinsol says and she sounds like she means it. "But I want you to know that there's nothing wrong with you for seeking help. Sexual health is an important part of overall wellbeing, and there can be many reasons for low arousal like hormonal, psychological, physical."
“I just… I just want to know what’s wrong with me.” Yoona admits, awkward and tense.
"Hey.” Jinsol smiles to cheer her up. "Let's not jump to conclusions here. We'll sort this out together and I'm here to help you every step of the way."
For the next twenty minutes, they go over some questions. Jinsol is really thorough, but she never rushes Yoona or makes her feel like she's being judged. She asks the personal questions in a laid-back way, like they're just chatting normally, and slowly, Yoona starts to unwind.
"Okay.” Jinsol says at last. "I need to do a physical check. We'll see if anything physical might be affecting things."
Yoona nods. This is the part that makes her feel the most exposed. Even though they’re both women, it’s still strange.
"Lie back and put your feet in the stirrups.” Jinsol tells her, getting up to wash her hands. "I know this is awkward, but I'll be quick and gentle."
"Okay.” Yoona whispers.
She positions herself as instructed, staring at the ceiling tiles to keep her mind busy. She hears Jinsol moving around, the sound of gloves snapping on.
"Right, I'm starting now.” Jinsol says, settling onto the stool between Yoona’s legs. "If anything hurts, just let me know immediately."
The first touch makes Yoona shiver. Jinsol’s gloved fingers gently part her outer lips. She stiffens right away, every muscle tensing up.
"Try to relax.” Jinsol says softly. "I know it's easier said than done, but tension will make this more uncomfortable. Take a deep breath for me."
Yoona takes a shaky breath, doing her best to follow what she's told, but she can't help but see Jinsol's fingers moving with careful attention, checking her external anatomy with a professional touch. The contact is light and very clinical. Jinsol's fingers trace along the outer labia, looking for anything unusual, the touch remaining light. Then she gently parts them to look at the inner folds, her fingers gliding over the soft pink tissue.
"Everything seems healthy externally.” Jinsol murmurs. "Good color, no signs of irritation or inflammation. Your labia minora appear normal, and the clitoral hood is fine." Her fingers shift lower to examine the vestibule. "I'm going to do an internal check now. You'll feel some pressure, and the lubricant might feel cold at first."
Yoona hears the sound of a bottle opening, then feels the cool gel being gently spread around her entrance. Jinsol's gloved fingers are careful with the application. One finger presses gently but firmly against her vaginal opening.
"I'm putting one finger in now.” Jinsol explains. "You might feel a slight stretching. Just try to stay as relaxed as you can."
The entry is slow and deliberate. Yoona feels every tiny bit as Jinsol's finger slides inside, moving past the tight ring of muscle at the opening and into the warm space within. The stretching feeling is slight but definite, her vaginal walls instinctively tighten around the presence.
Jinsol notes. "You seem quite tense.” Her finger remaining still within, giving Yoona a moment to adjust. "Your vaginal muscles are quite tight right now. It's typical when someone's feeling nervous, but try to take another breath and let it out slowly. It'll help your pelvic floor relax."
Following her suggestion, Yoona's inner muscles ease a bit, her grip on Jinsol's finger softening. Jinsol's finger then glides deeper, tracing the front wall before curving upward to press against the spongy tissue there.
A strange feeling shoots through Yoona's body, so unexpected she can't suppress her sharp intake of breath. Her vaginal walls flutter involuntarily around Jinsol's finger.
"You okay?" Jinsol asks immediately, her finger pausing. "Does that hurt?"
"I'm fine.” Yoona manages, but her voice comes out breathy and strange even to her ears.
Jinsol presses that spot again—the front wall, roughly two inches in—this time more deliberately, clearly examining the tissue. "I'm checking your anterior vaginal wall.” She clarifies. "This is where the G-spot is located, the urethral sponge. It's normal for this area to be sensitive."
Something burst from that ridged patch of tissue and radiating outward through Yoona's pelvis. Her breathing quickens now, her inner walls beginning to react.
"I'm going to add a second finger.” Jinsol explains. "This will give me a better sense of the tissue quality and elasticity."
As the second finger enters, Yoona feels a distinct stretch, her vaginal opening widening to welcome both digits inside. They slip in together, filling her more completely, making the stretch feel much more noticeable. Jinsol moves her fingers with care, checking the walls of Yoona’s vagina. Her fingers press in different directions—left side, right side, the back wall, then the front wall again—as she examines the tissue’s texture and firmness with professional attention to detail. Every movement sends small shivers through Yoona’s body. She can feel warmth spreading through her pelvis, blood rushing to the area. Her vaginal walls are starting to swell, becoming engorged, and a tingling sensation is growing stronger. Her body is reacting in ways she’s never experienced before, and there’s nothing she can do to stop it.
Jinsol’s fingers curve upward again, pressing more firmly against that spongy patch on the front wall—the g-spot. Yoona’s hips jerk involuntarily. Her inner walls squeeze around the fingers. A soft sound escapes her throat—not quite a moan, but close.
"Does that hurt?" Jinsol asks.
"N–no.” Yoona whispers.
Jinsol’s fingers move again, exploring that area more thoroughly, pressing and releasing to see how the tissue responds. Yoona realizes, with a creeping sense of disbelief, what’s happening. She’s getting wet, truly wet. Not just from the lubricant, but from her own arousal—her vaginal walls are starting to produce fluid, coating Jinsol’s fingers. Her inner walls begin to flutter more noticeably, squeezing around the fingers in involuntary waves. This has never happened before. Not once in her years of marriage. Not even when she touched herself. But now, with Jinsol's fingers inside her, her body is responding with an intensity that shocks her. Her clit is beginning to swell, emerging from its hood, growing more sensitive by the second.
"I need to check how stretchy your tissues are and how strong your pelvic floor muscles feel.” Jinsol says, trying to keep her professional composure even though her voice sounds a bit strained. She presses that spot inside Yoona again, this time a little harder, while her thumb presses just above the pubic bone on the outside. The pressure is coming from both inside and out, pinching that spot between her fingers.
The pressure building within her is almost too much to handle. The pleasure is soaring to incredible heights. Yoona can feel the inner walls of her vagina tightening and fluttering, contracting in a rhythmic wave. Her clit is hard and throbbing. She can feel her insides clenching more and more often, and she's acutely aware of the wet, intense sounds accompanying Jinsol's fingers moving deep within her.
"I'm so sorry.” Yoona whispers, mortified. "I don't know what's happening. This has never happened to me before."
"It's okay, it's a physiological response.” Jinsol says, but her clinical tone is wavering. "You're experiencing significant arousal. Your vaginal walls are engorged with blood, producing natural moisture. Your pelvic floor muscles are contracting involuntarily. Your body is clearly very sensitive."
Yoona's thighs are shaking now. Every single movement Jinsol makes sends delightful shivers through her. Her pussy is getting wetter by the second, juices gathering around Jinsol's fingers. Her clit feels like it might just explode. She’s never felt anything even close to this intense before.
Jinsol's fingers shift slightly, adjusting their angle, scissoring apart slightly to assess vaginal elasticity, and suddenly the pressure on that g-spot is even more intense, the stretch of her vaginal opening sending additional signals. "I'm going to check the flexibility—" She presses upward against the g-spot more firmly while her other hand comes to rest on Yoona's lower abdomen, applying gentle downward pressure, compressing the tissue even more between her fingers inside and her palm outside.
This combined pressure is overwhelming. Yoona lets out a sharp gasp, her back curving off the table, her hands instinctively gripping the edges. The pleasure ramps up quickly now, growing almost uncontrollably. Her vaginal walls start to clench tightly around Jinsol's fingers, cum flowing freely and completely coating her gloved hand. The wet sounds seem quite intense in the quiet of the room. Her inner walls begin to ripple.
"Wait—" Jinsol begins to withdraw, clearly realizing what's about to happen.
But it's already too late. Her fingers are still deep inside, still right on that spot, and as she tries to pull out, they slide slowly across Yoona's g-spot with just the perfect amount of pressure and texture—the ridged glove adding extra friction. Her thumb, perhaps accidentally or maybe on purpose, brushes against Yoona's swollen and extremely sensitive clit.
And that's it, Yoona's body just lets go.
The orgasm washes over her all at once. Her vision instantly goes pure white, as if every nerve ending in her body has caught fire at the exact same moment. A raw scream rips out of her throat, the sound bouncing off the walls of the small exam room—it’s likely heard clear across the entire clinic. Her back arches so sharply, she worried for a second her spine might actually break. Her legs thrash violently within the stirrups, the metal clanging and rattling with the force.
"Oh god—oh god—" The words tore from her throat between ragged gasps and sobs, barely making sense. Her pussy clenches down hard on Jinsol's fingers, squeezing rhythmically with such force that she's surprised Jinsol's fingers aren't crushed.
Fluid gushes out of her—not just a little wetness, but a full flood, pouring around Jinsol's fingers. It completely soaks Jinsol's hand, dripps onto the exam table, splashes onto Jinsol’s scrubs, pooled beneath her ass and ran down between her cheeks. She’d never produced that much fluid in her life, she doesn't even know her body can.
Her hands frantically search for something to hold onto, one clamping down on the table's edge so fiercely that the paper covering tears right under her nails. The other hand flies to her own chest, clutching and twisting her nipple desperately as another intense wave crashes over her. Her nipples are incredibly hard and throbbing, each touch sending sharp jolts of sensation straight to her clit. Her hips are bucking wildly, completely beyond her control, shamelessly grinding against Jinsol's hand. She's riding those fingers, desperately chasing every last bit of feeling. The examination table rattles and scrapes against the floor from how violently she's moving, the metal legs screeching.
Jinsol's fingers stay perfectly still inside her, but even that lack of movement is overwhelming. Every single pulse of Yoona's inner walls around those fingers sets off fresh fireworks throughout her entire body, reigniting the orgasm just as it starts to fade.
Her clit is pulsing intensely, feeling larger than usual, almost doubled in size. With every wave of sensation, more moisture flows out, creating a wet and squelching sound that seems loud in the quiet room. Her thighs are drenched, shaking so hard they're just a blur. Her lower body is spasming, her ass lifting off the soaked table, her hips jerking in the air. She can feel her asshole clenching too, every muscle in her pelvic floor contracting in sync. Then she collapses back onto the table, still clenching around Jinsol's fingers, fluid still leaking from her in smaller pulses.
Slowly, the shaking starts to ease. The huge waves turn into smaller ripples. She’s gasping for air as if she’s been underwater, like she’s just run miles, her chest heaving desperately. Sweat coats her skin everywhere, dripping from her forehead, between her breasts, collecting in the hollow of her throat.
She becomes dimly aware of the complete mess—the examination table is absolutely soaked beneath her, a huge wet spot spreading across the paper and padding, fluid dripping off the edge onto the floor, forming a small puddle. Her inner thighs are drenched, sticky and wet. She can't move, can barely breathe. Her mind is completely blank, wiped clean by the sheer intensity of the orgasm.
Jinsol carefully withdraws her fingers and takes off her gloves. The absence of contact makes Yoona let out a weak whimper. Her overly sensitive pussy tightens against the emptiness, yearning for something to fill it again. She presses her hands against her face.
"I'm so sorry.” she says, her voice muffled and broken. "I don't know what happened. I've never—I didn't know I could—that's never happened before. God, I didn't even know I could feel like that."
"Hey, it's okay.” Jinsol says quickly. Yoona hears her chair move closer. "This is actually really important information. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"I just had orgasm during a medical examination.” Yoona says, her voice shaking with disbelief. "I've been married for three years and never felt even a fraction of that. I thought there was something wrong with me..."
"Yoona, look at me."
Yoona slowly brings her hands down. Jinsol looks soft-eyed, but her cheeks are flushed a deep pink, and Yoona can see her chest rising and falling much faster than normal. There are little damp spots on her hospital clothes—Yoona's fluid had splashed that far.
"Your body reacted.” Jinsol says softly. "That means there's nothing physically stopping you from becoming aroused or reaching orgasm. That's actually a good sign."
"But why just now?" Yoona asks, still trying to make sense of what just happened. "Why have I never felt anything even close to this before? Not with my ex-husband, or when I tried touching myself myself. And then you..." Her voice trails off helplessly.
Jinsol is quiet for a moment. "I should... let me help you clean up.” she says eventually. She reaches for the box of tissues, but then stops, seeming to realize what she's doing. "I mean, take your time. I'll step out for a bit to give you some privacy. There are tissues here, and..." She looks clearly flustered. "Just... take all the time you need."
She hurries out of the room quickly, almost running, leaving Yoona alone with what just happened.
Slowly and unsteadily, Yoona slides her feet out of the stirrups. Her legs are shaking so much she's not sure they'll hold her up. Every muscle feels weak and wobbly. She sits up carefully, and the movement makes her realize just how wet she is—covering her inner thighs, between her bottom cheeks, even down the backs of her thighs.
She looks down and her eyes widen in complete shock.
Oh my goodness, the examination table is completely ruined. The paper covering isn't just torn; it's practically ripped to shreds in the spots where her hands clutched and tore at it, with strips of paper dangling from the edges. Beneath that, the padding is soaked right through—not just a little damp, but totally saturated, dark and dripping wet. The wet area isn't small; it covers nearly the whole surface she was lying on, with the liquid soaking deep into the absorbent material. The padding is so waterlogged that it’s actually dripping, with liquid steadily running down the sides of the table and plopping softly onto the floor. The floor is awful. There’s a proper puddle on the tile right beneath the table, shining under the fluorescent lights.
Her inner thighs are soaked right through. Her skin glistens with moisture, slicks her from her core all the way down to her knees, leaving sticky trails behind. A few drops have even made it to her lower calves. As she shifts just a little, her thighs slide together, coated in that slippery wetness. Even now, minutes after the orgasm ended, she can feel a slow trickle of fluid leaking from her pussy, running down to soak into the already-ruined padding beneath her.
She reaches for the tissue box Jinsol left nearby. She pulls out several tissues and reaches down to clean herself. The first touch against her sex makes her inhale sharply. Her outer lips feel swollen, and the inner folds seem incredibly sensitive. She carefully and softly presses the tissues to herself, wiping away the wetness. The tissues instantly become soaked. She tosses the tissues in the trash and grabs more. The next wad of tissues is just as damp. And the one after that. And the one after that. She keeps wiping to get clean. The tissues cling to her flesh, and she has to be so gentle because everything feels so raw. She wipes between her legs and down the inside of her thighs, trying to clear away the sticky trails. Every time, the tissues come away wet and see-through. She reaches around behind herself, wiping between her buttocks, and finds she's wet there too.
After using at least fifteen tissues, she finally feels somewhat clean. The trash bin is full of soaked, crumpled tissues
But when she touches herself one more time, just to be sure, her fingers still come away damp. She brings her hand up to look at it in the light. Her fingers look shiny, covered in fluid. She presses her thumb against her fingertips just to test it, feeling how slippery they are, how it almost stretches between them when she parts her fingers. Fascinated despite her embarrassment, Yoona touches herself again, running her fingers along her slit. Her fingers slide easily through the wetness. She finds her clit, or maybe it finds her finger. When her finger accidentally brushes against it, she flinches and lets out a small gasp.
She slowly spreads her fingers apart, watching, amazed, as the fluid stretches between them in strings before finally breaking. Really this much? Her body made this much fluid? She looks at the damp examination table again, at the pile of used tissues, at her fingers, trying to understand how much there is. This isn't just "getting wet"—it’s more than that. She can’t even find the words to describe it.
She remembers reading that women produce natural lubrication when they're aroused, but she always thought it was just a little bit, enough to make things a bit smoother. Not like this. Not enough to soak through padding, drip onto the floor, and need many tissues to clean up.
Yoona lets out a shaky little laugh, a mix of disbelief and wonder washing over her. Her body is working just fine—in fact, it’s working so well that she ended up soaking through the examination table and leaving a puddle on the floor. The thought makes her want to both laugh and cry. For three years, she’d believed something was wrong with her. But all along, her body was perfectly fine. Maybe even perfect.
A knock at the door startles her, and she quickly wipes her hands clean.
“Yoona? You okay in there? Can I come in?”
“Yeah.” Yoona manages to say, tossing the last tissue into the already overflowing trash bin and reaching for the gown.
Jinsol steps inside, and Yoona notices she’s changed out of her scrubs—the ones she must have been wearing earlier got soaked from the splashing. Jinsol’s also brought a fresh gown, new paper for the table, and she’s doing her best not to look directly at the mess.
"Here.” Jinsol says gently, handing her the clean gown. She glances at the overflowing bin of used tissues. “Take your time getting dressed.” Her voice is a little raspy, and she clears her throat. “I’ll… I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”
Jinsol goes to the door but she hesitates a bit then turns back to Yoona.
"Hey.” She says carefully, choosing her words with obvious thought. "Have you ever considered that maybe you weren't aroused by your ex-husband because... men might not be what you're attracted to?"
Yoona is speechless, unsure what to say. She’d never really considered the possibility before. She dated guys in high school and married her college boyfriend simply because he was a nice guy, it just seemed like the natural thing to do. "I honestly never thought about it.” Yoona admits. "I just thought there was something physically wrong with me."
"But there's nothing wrong with you physically.” Jinsol says softly. “Maybe it's just the wrong person?”
Yoona’s mind is swirling. Everything clicks into place all at once—the total lack of desire she felt for her ex-husband, the way she sometimes found herself noticing women in a way she’d never really examined before. Just moments ago, with Jinsol’s touch, she experienced a pleasure she never knew was possible.
"You don't have to figure it all out right now.” Jinsol says. "But your body just gave you very clear information. It might be worth listening to."
“I’ll think about it.” Yoona says, then suddenly sits up. “But I really need to get going now.”
“Of course.” Jinsol replies, giving her space. “But if you ever want to talk more about this, I’m here for you. Not just as your doctor, but...” She pauses, choosing her words carefully. “I’m gay. I’ve been through similar things. If you ever just need someone to talk to, you can always call the clinic.”
Yoona nods, quickly getting dressed. As she leaves the clinic, Jinsol's words keep replaying in her mind.
That night, Yoona is lying in bed, but sleep won't come. She thinks back to all the times she'd tried masturbating during her marriage. She'd done it so many times, desperate to figure out what was wrong with her, desperate to show herself and her ex-husband that she was normal. She'd spend the night just like this, lying there with her hand between her legs, trying so hard to make herself feel something, anything at all.
She remembers those nights. The way she'd touch herself felt, rubbing her clit just like the articles she'd read said to, sliding fingers inside herself, but feeling nothing. Maybe the barest little twinge of sensation, but nothing that went anywhere. She'd keep trying for ten, fifteen, sometimes even twenty minutes, her arm starting to ache, her thoughts drifting off to grocery lists or work projects because nothing was happening to keep her focused on what she was doing.
She'd tried just about everything she could think of. Different positions—lying on her back, on her stomach, on her side. She'd tried to fantasize, though she never knew what to even think about. Thinking about her husband or just random handsome guys she'd seen didn't do anything. She even tried picturing sex scenes from movies, but it all felt hollow.
She even bought a vibrator—a small, discreet one she ordered online and hid in the back of her underwear drawer. She tried using it several times, following all the tips she found on the internet. She experimented with it on her clit, inside her, trying different speeds and settings. The vibrating feeling was... well, something. Not bad, exactly, but more like a numb, mechanical buzz. It never really felt good or built up to any sort of pleasure. After a few tries that didn’t go anywhere, she pushed it to the back of the drawer and never touched it again.
Finally, she'd give up, feeling frustrated and deeply ashamed. She was even more convinced than before that something inside her was just broken. Sometimes her husband would ask if she'd touched herself, and she'd lie, saying yes, she just had a low sex drive. She was too embarrassed to admit that she couldn't even pleasure herself.
But now, her thoughts are consumed by Jinsol. The feeling of Jinsol’s fingers inside her, how Jinsol looked so focused, so careful, all attention on Yoona. Without even thinking about it, Yoona’s hand drifts down her stomach. She’s wet—maybe still wet from before, or maybe getting wet again, she couldn’t quite tell. Her fingers find her nub and she gasps audibly. Closing her eyes, she lets the memory wash over her. Jinsol’s gloved fingers gently parting her folds, the cool feel of the lubricant, the slow, careful way those fingers entered her, the way they curved inside. The sound of Jinsol’s voice.
She circles her little jewel slowly and the pleasure is immediate. "Oh god.” she whispers.
Her other hand moves up to her breast, cupping it. She brushes her thumb over her nipple and gasps. She does it once more, this time adding a squeeze, her back arches slightly. She slides two fingers inside herself, pretending they belong to Jinsol. Her inner walls around them eagerly. She’s so wet that her fingers slide in easily. She curls her fingers inward, searching for that spot, and when she finds it—
"Fuck.” She gasps.
There it is. That spongy patch of tissue on the front wall that Jinsol found so easily. When she presses it, pleasure explodes through her pelvis, different from clitoral stimulation but just as intense. She presses again, learning the angle, the pressure, what makes the feeling stronger. She works herself with growing desperation. In her mind, it's Jinsol touching her. Jinsol's fingers inside her. Jinsol's voice, low and calming, telling her to relax. Her thighs start trembling uncontrollably, her breath coming in short gasps. Her free hand abandons her breast and grips the sheets instead. Her hips are moving now, rocking against her hand, fucking herself on her own fingers.
"Please.” She hears herself whimper, not sure who she's begging. "Please, I'm so close—"
In her mind, Jinsol's fingers press harder against her spot. Jinsol's voice murmurs encouragement.
And she comes.
She bites her lip hard to keep from crying out, then gives up and lets herself moan into her pillow, her face pressed into it to muffle the sound.
Slowly, she pulls her fingers out and brings them up to look at them in the faint light from her window. She did it. She actually did it. For the first time in her life, she brought herself to orgasm.
The next two nights are the same. Yoona lies in bed, thinking about Jinsol, and within minutes she's touching herself. This time, she really lets herself get lost in the fantasy. It’s not just the examination room anymore; it’s so much more. She imagines Jinsol's body over hers, Jinsol's hands exploring her—cupping her breasts, tracing her stomach and lingering between her thighs. She pictures Jinsol's mouth on her neck, whispering words into her ear. What would she say? Would she be as gentle as she was in the examination room?
Her body is craving more now. Every climax feels like Jinsol is right there with her.
By the fourth day, Yoona feels like she’s losing her mind. She’d been married for years, having sex maybe twice a month and feeling absolutely nothing. Now, she’s masturbating four, five, sometimes even six times a day, and it still doesn’t feel like enough.
She wants more. She wants Jinsol.
She also finds herself looking at women differently—on the street, in coffee shops, at work.
Her bestfriend Haewon catches on right away.
“What’s going on with you?” She asks, cornering Yoona in the break room. “You’ve been off all week.”
"I’m not.”
"Then why were you staring at Kyujin from accounting and Jiwoo’s ass from HR?”
Yoona’s face heats up. “I wasn’t.”
“You were. Don’t think I didn’t see you checking out woman at lunch yesterday.” Haewon’s eyes go wide. “Oh my god. Yoona. Are you…?”
“I don’t know.” Yoona mutters. “Maybe? I think so? I’m so confused.”
Haewon pulls her into a hug. “Hey, it’s fine to be confused. Just talk to me. What’s going on?”
So Yoona tells her since they’re bestfriends, about the appointment and what happened. She leaves out some of the more explicit details, but Haewon gets the picture.
“Okay, first of all, holy shit.” Haewon says. “Second, this doctor sounds hot.”
"Haewon!"
"What? I'm just saying. I think you agree with me." Haewon smirks. “Honestly, it makes sense why you freaked out about your ex wanting kids. You’ve been fantasizing about girls. But with this doctor… it feels different, doesn’t it?”
“I guess so.” Yoona mumbles. She does notice girls, but Jinsol is the only one who’s actually turned her on when she fantasized.
“That means it’s real. When you attracted to someone, the horniness is just there. I’m like that with Lily.”
"Gross, I don't need to hear that.” Yoona grimaces in disgust.
“Said by the girl who just told me she got horny over some friendly doctor.”
”You’re the one who made me spill it.”
“Whatever. Have you thought about calling her?”
"I can't call her. She's my doctor. That would be inappropriate."
“She literally told you to call. That’s not wrong, that’s her opening the door. Yoona, you’ve been at this for years, the answer’s right in front of you. Why not just try?”
Yoona bites her lip. She’s thought about calling every damn day. Picked up the phone a dozen times, put it down again.
Haewon squeezes her shoulder. “If you want this, if you want her, you should reach out. You owe it to yourself.”
That night, Yoona keeps staring at her phone. The clinic’s number sits in her contacts. Her thumb hovers, frozen. Before she can back out, she hits call.
"Women's Health Clinic, how can I help you?"
“Uh, hi. Is Dr. Jinsol there? This is Seol Yoona. I’m her patient.”
"One moment, please."
The hold music is awful. She almost hangs up three different times before the line clicks.
"Yoona?" It's Jinsol's voice, warm and surprised. "Hi."
“Hi.” Yoona breathes. “Sorry for calling. You said I could if I ever needed to talk.”
“Of course. I’m glad you did. How are you?”
“I think I’m kind of losing it.” Yoona says. “But also… amazed. I thought I’d never feel anything. And then, thirty minutes with you, and suddenly I—” she swallows. “I felt something I didn’t even know was real.”
"You’re totally fine.” Jinsol says.
“I get that now.” Yoona admits. “Still, it’s a lot. It really makes me feel so different. I’ve been touching myself since then and I can actually finish. Like, really. It blows my mind.”
There’s a silence. Just as Yoona starts regretting making this call and is about to apologize, Jinsol speaks up, her tone is lower, hesitant.
“Yoona… I should tell you something. I’ve been thinking about it too.” She takes a breath. "That's not professional of me to say, I know. But I think... I felt something too."
Yoona’s pulse slams in her ears. “You did?”
“The ethics are messy. You’re technically my patient. But if you wanted, you could transfer to another doctor. Then maybe we could… I don’t know. Grab coffee? Talk more?”
"I'd like that.” Yoona whispers. "I'd really like that."
They meet at a small cafe near the park the following Saturday. Yoona arrives ten minutes early and spends the entire time nervously stirring her coffee.
When Jinsol walks in, Yoona’s stunned. She’s in a leather jacket over a plain white tee and dark jeans. Simple, casual, and somehow even more striking than when Yoona had seen her in that white coat.
“Hey.” Jinsol says, sliding into the seat across from her. “You look great.”
“Thanks. You too.”
They orders drinks and the conversation is a little awkward at first but gradually gets into gear.
"I'm really glad you called.” Jinsol says. "I wasn't sure if you would."
"I wasn't sure either.” Yoona admits. “This is new for me. I’ve never been on a date with a woman before. Is this… is this a date?”
Jinsol tilts her head. “Do you want it to be?”
Yoona meets her eyes. "Yeah. I think I do."
Jinsol breaks into an easy laugh. “Then it’s a date.”
The hours pass without them noticing. Jinsol talks about medical school and coming out in college. Yoona talks about her marketing job, her marriage and the strange mix of relief and uncertainty that came with the divorce.
"I keep thinking about what happened.” Yoona says quietly. "And I realized… I wasn’t into him. Or men at all."
"That’s a lot to sit with.” Jinsol says gently.
"It is. But honestly… it feels like a relief." Yoona lifts her gaze, locking eyes with Jinsol. "I keep realizing I’m drawn to you. Not just because of what happened in that exam room, but right now, I keep thinking about kissing you. I’ve never wanted to kiss someone this badly before."
Before she even finishes, Jinsol lets out a laugh, not flinching at all. "I’ve been thinking about kissing you too."
"Really?"
"Really."
The cafe starts shutting down, the barista throwing them impatient looks. They leave and wander into the park, the paths glowing under the streetlamps, breath visible in the cold air. Yoona shivers. Without a word, Jinsol slips off her jacket and drapes it over Yoona’s shoulders. The jacket smells like Jinsol's perfume that makes Yoona's head spin. She pulls it tighter around herself.
"Thank you."
They find an empty bench by a pond.
"Can I ask you something?" Yoona says.
"Anything."
"When did you know? That you liked women."
Jinsol thinks for a beat. "College. I had this friend and one day I realized I didn't want to be her friend. I wanted to kiss her."
"Did you?"
"Eventually. It was messy and wonderful and terrifying." Jinsol turns to look at Yoona. "What about you? When did you start questioning?"
"In your examination room?" Yoona laughs. "I know that sounds ridiculous."
"It doesn't. Sometimes it takes a specific moment for everything to click into place."
"I keep thinking about it.” Yoona says softly. “I didn't even know I was capable of feeling that way."
Jinsol shifts closer on the bench. "Yoona, I don't want to rush you into anything. You're figuring things out and I respect that. But I need you to know that I'm really attracted to you. Not just physically. I like talking to you. I like your sense of humor, the way you see the world."
Yoona can’t help but smile happily. "I'm attracted to you too. I look at you and I want things I've never wanted before."
"We can take things as slow as you need."
"What if I don't want to take things slow?"
"Then we don't have to."
Yoona leans in, closing the distance between them. She can feel Jinsol's breath on her lips and can smell her perfume.
"I want to kiss you.” Yoona whispers.
"Then kiss me."
Yoona bridges the last little distance between them, gently pressing her lips against Jinsol's. At first, the kiss is soft, as they both explore the unfamiliar shape of each other's lips. Then, Jinsol's hand rises to cup Yoona's cheek, the kiss deepens.
Yoona has certainly been kissed before—she's shared hundreds of kisses with her ex-husband. But this feels different. She's surprised to realize that just this simple kiss is making her feel excited in a way she hasn't felt before.
She pulls back, breathless, eyes wide like she’s just discovered something brand new. "Could we... maybe go somewhere more private?"
They end up at Jinsol's apartment. Yoona barely notices the decor. All her attention is on Jinsol.
"Do you want something to drink?" Jinsol asks. "I have wine, or tea, or—"
Yoona walks across the room and kisses her again, this time with much more confidence. Jinsol lets out a small sound of surprise before melting into the kiss. Her hands find Yoona's waist and pull her closer.
"I don't want a drink.” Yoona whispers against her lips. "I want you. Is that alright?"
"Are you sure?" Jinsol pulls back just enough to look at her. "We really can take this slow."
Yoona grabs Jinsol's shoulders and pulls her in for another kiss. Jinsol takes that as her answer. Her hands tangle in Yoona's hair, and she takes in the other's panting breath in her mouth. Jinsol uses the moment to deepen the kiss, her tongue sliding in, exploring every corner of Yoona's mouth. She presses Yoona against the wall, sliding her thigh between Yoona's legs. The pressure against Yoona's center makes her moan, and Jinsol silences the sound with another deep kiss.
"You sound so good.” Jinsol murmurs against her lips, grinding her thigh against Yoona's heat. "I want to hear more."
She kisses down Yoona's jaw to her neck. Yoona's head falls back against the wall. Jinsol pulls Yoona's sweater off, then her bra, and immediately her mouth finds Yoona's breast. Her tongue circles the nipple before she sucks it into her mouth.
Yoona lets out a cry. The feeling hits deep inside her, making her need grow intense. "Jinsol, please—"
“Please?" Jinsol pauses to look at her, her hand still busy with Yoona's other breast.
"I need mor—" Yoona can't finish, letting out a moan as Jinsol's hand moves down her stomach.
Jinsol guides them toward the bedroom. She lays Yoona on the bed with surprising gentleness. She makes quick work of the rest of Yoona's clothes.
"Can I touch you?" She asks, even though her hands already hover over Yoona's skin.
"Yes, please touch me.” Yoona breathes.
Jinsol starts at her collarbone. She takes her time, kissing and touching every inch of skin. When Jinsol's mouth finds her breast again, sucking hard on her nipple while her hand works the other, Yoona arches off the bed with a cry.
"Did your ex-husband do this to you?" Jinsol murmurs, moving to the other tits.
"He did, but it doesn't feel like this.” Yoona whimpers.
"Let me show you how it feels.” Jinsol says and kisses down Yoona's stomach, her hipbones, and the inside of her thighs. Yoona is trembling, her hands fisting in the sheets, already so worked up she thinks she might come just from anticipation.
"Please.” She begs. "Please, Jinsol, I need—"
"I know.” Jinsol says, stopping between her legs. "Just relax. Let me make you feel good."
When Jinsol's tongue drags through her folds, Yoona's back arches sharply off the bed. It’s overwhelming, even better than she remembers. Jinsol takes it slow, exploring every fold, avoiding her bean at first to build the tension.
Yoona is unable to form any words. Jinsol's mouth on her, every single touch of her tongue drives Yoona wild. Jinsol licks again, this time zeroing in on Yoona's clit, and Yoona cries out. Her hands shoot to Jinsol's hair, uncertain whether she's trying to pull her closer or push her away.
"Oh god.” Yoona gasps out. "Oh god, that's—I can't—"
Jinsol encourages her. "Don't hold back. I want to hear you."
She teases Yoona's clit with her tongue while also sliding two fingers inside. When Jinsol curls her fingers to find that perfect spot, Yoona nearly screams.
"Oh god, right there, please don't stop—"
Jinsol keeps going, her tongue working tight circles around Yoona’s clit. Her fingers drive into her, hitting that sweet spot over and over until Yoona’s body tightens around them. She’s dripping, messier than she’s ever been, slick running down Jinsol’s hand and probably ruining the sheets under her.
"I'm going to come.” Yoona gasps. "I'm so close—Jinsol, I'm—"
Yoona comes so hard it nearly knocks her out. Her vision blanks, nerves firing like she’s been hit with electricity. She cries out, Jinsol’s name breaking out of her throat in a ragged scream. Her cunt grips around Jinsol’s fingers, squeezing so tight it almost hurts, pulsing again and again without letting up.
“Fuck—fuck—oh my god—” The words rip out of her, broken and desperate between gasps.
Wetness gushes out of her, flooding over Jinsol’s hand, splashing her face, probably drenching the sheets. Yoona knows she’s squirting and for a second, she can’t even believe it’s happening. Her whole body jerks, muscles locking up then shaking loose in rough waves. Her hands are fisted so tightly in Jinsol's hair she's probably hurting her, but she can't let go, she needs something to keep her grounded.
Jinsol doesn’t ease up. She pushes her straight through the first orgasm, and before Yoona can even drag in a breath, she’s driving her toward another. Her tongue keeps working Yoona’s clit, her fingers never stop that perfect pressure inside.
"Wait—" Yoona gasps. "I just—I can't—"
"You can.” Jinsol says firmly, her voice muffled against Yoona's pussy. "Give me another one."
And somehow Yoona’s body listens. The second orgasm crashes over her almost on top of the first, even harder, ripping another scream out of her. Her throat goes raw, her body thrashing helplessly on the bed. She’s undone, grinding uncontrollably against Jinsol’s mouth.
"Please.” She sobs. "Please, Jinsol, I can't take anymore—"
Even as the words leave her mouth, Yoona’s body betrays her—already winding up again, already on the edge. How the hell is this happening?
"One more.” Jinsol murmurs. "Give me one more, baby. I know you can."
She shifts her hand just slightly, fingers pressing into that exact spot, her tongue dragging flat against Yoona’s clit and Yoona breaks apart. The third orgasm slams into her like a wave too strong to fight. Yoona screams until her throat gives out, until nothing comes, just her mouth open wide in silence. Her body locks up, every muscle pulled tight, then she crashes back onto the mattress, shaking so hard it looks like she’s about to come apart. Jinsol finally eases her fingers out, slow and careful, and the loss makes Yoona whine. Jinsol crawls up over her, gathers her close, holds her through the tremors as she struggles for breath.
“I’ve got you.” Jinsol whispers against her skin, kissing her cheeks, her forehead, her hair.
"So this is what sex feels like.” Yoona tries to speak but her voice is completely shot, hoarse and raspy.
“You did so well. You’re gorgeous when you come.” Jinsol murmurs.
“I can only be like this because of you.” Yoona drags her into a hungry kiss, tasting herself on Jinsol’s mouth.
"That was incredible.” Yoona breathes when they pull apart.
"We're just getting started.” Jinsol says with a soft smile.
They lie together for a while, Jinsol holding Yoona tight while she catches her breath. But it doesn’t take long before heat stirs in Yoona again.
“I want to touch you too.” Yoona whispers, sliding her hand over Jinsol’s clothed body. “It’s not fair you’re still dressed.”
Jinsol bursts on laughing. "Right, sorry."
Yoona helps strip her down. When Jinsol is finally bare, Yoona takes a moment to look at her. She’s beautiful, she has broad shoulders and a slim waist, and those abs, my god
“Can I?” Yoona asks, hand hovering just above her.
“Yes.” Jinsol exhales.
Yoona explores carefully, learning the shape of Jinsol's body. She kisses her way down, wanting to give Jinsol the same pleasure she received. When she settles between Jinsol's thighs, she looks up.
"Tell me what to do.” She says. "I want to make you feel good."
Jinsol guides her gently, and Yoona does her best to follow. She uses her tongue, her fingers. When Jinsol comes, Yoona feels a surge of pride. Jinsol gathers her into her arms, pressing kisses to her face, murmuring soft words of praise.
"You did so well.” Jinsol whispers.
They tangly together, exhausted and happy. Yoona burrows her face deeper into the curve of Jinsol’s neck. Jinsol’s hand slides along her waist in slow strokes, her fingers tracing every dip and curve as if she’s trying to memorize them.
“I always knew.” Yoona murmurs sleepily, her lips brushing Jinsol’s collarbone. “Doctors have skilled hands, but this…” She trails off with a soft, breathy laugh that makes Jinsol’s heart flutter.
“There’s still so much you haven’t experienced yet.” Jinsol smiles against Yoona’s hair, her palm pressing against the small of her back, pulling her even closer.
Their bare bodies fit together perfectly. Jinsol's hand drifts lower, fingers gently slipping between Yoona’s thighs from behind, stroking along her wetness, back and forth until Yoona is trembling. Then she slides two fingers inside, drawing out every gasp and shudder. Yoona whimpers softly. Her teeth graze Jinsol’s collarbone in a gentle bite as her legs parting instinctively, hips arching to meet Jinsol’s touch. She moans as Jinsol’s fingers work their magic one more time. She clings to Jinsol’s shoulders, face pressed into her neck until orgasm breaks over her again.
When Jinsol slowly withdraws her hand, she wipes them on the sheets before wrapping arms around Yoona’s waist.Their legs tangle together as Yoona’s breathing evens out, a smile on her lips as sleep takes them both.
When Yoona wakes up the next morning, the sunlight is pouring through the windows. For a second, she's a bit confused, but then she feels Jinsol's warm body beside her and a smile spreads across her face. She turns over and finds Jinsol is already awake, looking at her with soft eyes.
“Morning.” Jinsol says and gives her a kiss on the lips.
“Morning.” Yoona replies, feeling her cheeks warm as memories of the night before rush back. “That really happened, didn’t it?”
“It sure did. Do you regret it?”
“Why would you think I do?”
"I dunno… I just thought so.”
“No.” Yoona said firmly.
She shifts closer to really take in Jinsol. After all those years with her ex, she’s never felt this happy, this heartbeat-quick. Yoona can't take it anymore and kisses Jinsol again. Jinsol thinks it's just a quick kiss, but the second she pulls away, Yoona grabs the back of her neck and dragges her back in. The kiss deepenes fast, and Yoona feels a surge of desire she can't hide. She presses her thighs together, staring at Jinsol with that hungry look.
“Is it weird that I want you again?”
“Not weird at all.” Jinsol says, her hand sliding down Yoona’s body. “That’s what attraction feels like.” She kisses her harder. “And I love that I can do this to you.”
Her hand finds its way between Yoona’s thighs. This time, she takes it slow, drawing every touch out, making Yoona beg before letting her finally come.
“We should take a shower.” Jinsol says, pressing her lips to the back of Yoona’s neck, her warm breath making Yoona ache for her even more.
“Can we… together?” Yoona asks, getting a raised eyebrow from Jinsol.
The shower takes way longer than either of them expected, because neither could keep their hands or eyes off each other.
Later they make breakfast, Yoona in one of Jinsol’s shirts. But before the food’s even ready, Jinsol has her pinned against the counter, hand slipping under the fabric. They kiss hard, and Jinsol lifts her onto the counter, the food is then temporarily abandoned.
The rest of the weekend is the same. Yoona shows up at Jinsol’s place after work, they eat, they talk, and then they’re on each other again—making love in nearly every room of the apartment: bedroom, bathroom, living room, even once on the balcony at midnight—they almost got caught.
Over the next few weeks, they become more and more inseparable. They see each other every day, unless Yoona has to go on a business trip. Weekends turn into dates. Sometimes they try to keep it simple—grab dinner, catch a movie, take a walk, but Yoona can’t focus on anything except how badly she wants Jinsol. They’re sitting in a restaurant, Yoona looks at Jinsol’s hands and remembers what those fingers feel like inside her. They’re watching a movie, Jinsol leans close to whisper something and Yoona feels heat pooling between her thighs. It’s rare that they actually finish a date and don’t end up back at Jinsol’s place, unable to keep their hands off each other.
But it’s more than that. Yoona’s falling harder every day. The sex is insane, but it’s not just that. It’s the way Jinsol looks at her like nothing else matters. The way she remembers tiny details Yoona didn’t even realize she said out loud. The way she cracks a joke right when Yoona’s drowning in work stress. Jinsol is also a great cook, super caring and kind. She’s amazing at drawing and she always knows how to cheer Yoona up in different ways.
"I think I'm addicted to you.” One night, lying tangled in the sheets, Yoona blurts it out. "Not just the sex, though god, the sex is incredible. But you. Being with you. I've never felt this way about anyone."
“I feel the same.” Jinsol says, pulling her closer. “You’re everything I didn’t even know I needed.”
"Can I ask you something?" Yoona says.
"Anything."
“What are we? We’ve been doing this for months, but I need to know… Is this just fun for you, or is it real?”
Jinsol turns to face her fully and seriously. "This is very real for me. You're not just someone I'm having fun with. I'm falling in love with you."
Yoona’s chest feels like it might burst. “I want you to be my girlfriend. For real. I want all of it with you.”
"I've been waiting for you to ask.” Jinsol’s face breaks into a wide smile. "Yes. A thousand times yes. You're my girlfriend and I’m yours."
Yoona pulls Jinsol into a kiss that quickly becomes intense. “Prove it.” she whispers sharply. “Show me you’re mine.”
Jinsol doesn’t waste a second. She immediately takes the lead. Their mouths move against each other fiercely, hands exploring, touching everywhere, rediscovering every detail as if for the first time, even though they’ve been here before countless times.
“I want to try something.” Jinsol murmurs against her mouth.
“Anything.” Yoona pants. “I trust you.”
Jinsol adjusts her position, sliding between Yoona’s legs. She lifts one of Yoona’s legs over her shoulder, and places her own leg over Yoona’s thigh, bringing their bodies intimately close.
“Is this okay?” Jinsol asks, and Yoona realizes what she’s doing.
“Yes.” Yoona confirms with a nod. She’s genuinely excited to see where this goes.
Jinsol lowers herself slowly, and when their pussies touch, both of them gasp. The slick heat of one against the other, their clits brushing, a jolt of electricity surging through them.
“Oh god.” Yoona moans.
Jinsol moves against Yoona. Their skin slides and grinds together, each movement making it harder to catch their breath. One hand grips Yoona’s thigh tightly, using it to press herself closer, harder.
“You feel so good.” Jinsol groans.
Yoona can only make soft, needy sounds. Every shift of Jinsol’s hips sends a sharp wave of pleasure through her. She feels Jinsol’s clit rubbing against her own, their slick heat mingling until it feels as if their bodies have become one.
Jinsol makes a small adjustment, finding just the right spot that makes both of them cry out. She moves her hips harder and faster now, the muscles in her stomach and thighs tightening with every motion. Yoona's eyes snap open. Jinsol's gaze is intense—full of desire, need, and a possessiveness that makes Yoona clench instinctively.
Jinsol presses closer, her hips moving even faster now, grinding down with more force. The sound of their slick skin is almost too much, mixing with their ragged breaths and soft moans. Yoona's hands grip the sheets tightly, her body coiling as pleasure builds quickly inside her.
“I can’t hold it much longer.” Yoona gasps.
"Not yet.” Jinsol replies, even as her own breath comes in short bursts. "Wait for me. We're going to come together."
She shifts again, finding a new angle that hits Yoona’s most sensitive spot perfectly with each move. Yoona shivers, right on the brink, trying desperately to hold back because Jinsol asked her to.
"Please.” Yoona begs. "Please, Sol, I can't—"
"Almost there.” Jinsol groans, moving faster as she chases her own release. "Just a little more... fuck, Yoona..."
“Please—”
“Now.” Jinsol gasps. “Come with me. Now.”
They break apart together, both crying out as powerful orgasms wash over them. Yoona feels Jinsol’s core clenching against her own, feels the sudden increase of wetness as they both release completely. Jinsol keeps moving through their orgasms, drawing out every last bit of sensation, making it last as long as possible. When the intense waves finally fade, she gently pulls their bodies apart and collapses beside Yoona.
“That was…” Yoona trails off, unable to find the right words to finish her thought.
"Yeah.” Jinsol murmurs in agreement, drawing her near and capturing her lips in a kiss.
They kiss until their lips feel a little tender, then just lie there in the peaceful quiet for a few moments. Yoona rests her head on Jinsol's chest, listening as her heartbeat gradually settles into a calm rhythm.
"You know.” Yoona says finally, her voice tired but amused. "You basically cured me. I showed up with a problem and you fixed it. You're the best doctor ever.”
Jinsol chuckles, the sound rumbling through her chest. "I don't think that's exactly how medical treatment is supposed to work."
"I'm not complaining. Very effective treatment plan." Yoona smirks, sliding a leg over Jinsol’s hips, her hand pressing lightly against her chest. She drags her fingertips in lazy circles over skin, her smile fading into something more serious. Jinsol’s hands find her hips without thinking.
“But seriously.” Yoona mutters. "You’re not doing this with other patients, right?”
"What?" Jinsol looks confused for a second, then realizes what Yoona means. “Oh my god, no. Yoona, what happened with you— that’s… that’s never happened before. I’ve never—”
Before she can finish, Yoona lunges in and kisses her hard. Her hands clamp onto Jinsol’s shoulders, keeping her there as she pours everything into it. When she finally pulls back, she doesn’t go far. Her mouth drifts to Jinsol’s neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses down her throat.
“Yoona, what are you—” Jinsol starts, then gasps when Yoona finds a sensitive spot and sucks hard.
Yoona stays on it, sucking and lightly biting, marking her. She shifts to another spot, then another, leaving a trail of bruised skin.
“There.” Yoona says at last, leaning back to look. Three fresh hickeys on Jinsol’s neck. She looks pleased, almost cocky. “Now everyone will know you’re taken.”
Jinsol lets out a surprised laugh. “Did you just mark me?”
"Yes.” Yoona says, not looking the least bit apologetic. "You're mine. I want people to see that."
“You’re ridiculous.” Jinsol says, grinning anyway. “And adorable, maybe kind of hot when you’re like this.”
"Good, because I'm very possessive.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
"You love it."
"I do.” Jinsol admits. "I really do."
Yoona leans down and kisses her again. Then another kiss. And another. She keeps pressing her mouth to Jinsol’s lips, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, anywhere she can reach before coming back to her lips.
“What are you doing?” Jinsol laughs softly between kisses.
“Kissing my girlfriend.” Yoona says, kissing her once more. “I get to do that now. Whenever I want.”
"You do.” Jinsol agrees, pulling her down for a deeper kiss. "I highly encourage it."
As they kiss, Yoona shifts her hips. Her center rubs against Jinsol’s stomach.
"Again?" Jinsol asks breathlessly, her hands sliding up Yoona's sides.
"I can't help it.” Yoona murmurs against her lips.
She rocks her hips, grinding her heat against Jinsol's abs. The pressure hits her clit and a soft sound slips from her throat. She’s already wet. Her folds spreading against Jinsol’s stomach, leaving slick heat on her skin. Jinsol's hands wander over Yoona's body, gliding upward to gently cradle her breasts. Her thumbs brush against Yoona's nipples, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. The feel of Yoona's breasts in her hands is just right. Then Jinsol's hands move down to her waist, giving it a light squeeze. Her palms spread out over Yoona's stomach, feeling the subtle shift in her muscles as she shifts. Next, her hands move around to Yoona’s ass, giving the soft flesh a squeeze as she guides Yoona's movements, feeling how it fills her hands.
Jinsol encourages. "Take what you need."
Yoona presses down more firmly, her nub rubbing against Jinsol's skin with every sway of her hips, wet sounds as she grinds against her.
"Fuck, you're so hot.” Jinsol groans, squeezing Yoona's breasts as they bounce in her palms.
Yoona’s movements grow more urgent, her hips moving faster, grinding in circles. Her ass jiggles and bounces with each downward thrust, the soft flesh rippling in waves, the cheeks parting and coming back together. Jinsol’s hands slide back down to hold her bottom, the soft flesh shifting beneath her touch with each motion, spilling between her fingers. Yoona’s button being touched with every turn. She’s so turned on that she can hear the slick, squishing sound of her fluids, the wet sound of her sex against Jinsol’s belly, mixing with her gasps and moans clearly.
“You're dripping everywhere." Jinsol murmurs, looking down at where their bodies meet.
Yoona looks down too and moans at the sight. She grinds harder and faster now. "I'm close.” She gasps. Her thighs are shaking with the effort. "Oh god, I'm—"
“Come for me.” Jinsol says, one hand lifting to cup her face while the other holds her ass firmly, pulling her down hard.
Yoona grinds down once more, her nub hitting just the right spot against Jinsol's abs, and she lets out a cry as she reaches her climax. Jinsol holds her through it, her hands keeping Yoona steady, one palm pressing against Yoona's moving bottom, feeling every shudder, guiding her movements to prolong every sensation. Yoona continues to grind even after her peak, her swollen folds sliding through her own release, spreading it everywhere. When it finally fades, Yoona collapses forward onto Jinsol's chest, breathing heavily. Jinsol's stomach is slick with her juices.
“That was insane.” Jinsol whispers, kissing into her damp hair. One hand strokes lazily down Yoona’s spine, sometimes drifting low to cup her ass.
All Yoona can give is a muffled hum. Jinsol keeps running her fingers through Yoona’s hair, slowly and steadily, helping her to relax.
“I love you.” She whispers after a while, tilting her chin up just enough to meet Jinsol’s eyes.
“I love you too.” Jinsol says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You good?”
“Mhmm. Perfect.”
They fall into silence, wrapped around each other. Jinsol’s fingers gently comb through Yoona’s hair as her breathing becomes even, slower, deeper, until sleep claims her.
“I love you.” She murmurs again, even though Yoona is already asleep. She shuts her own eyes, and not long after, drifts off with her.