a/n: this one is for onlyonemango ;u; ummm so just letting you know i have never written fem!slash before and this is my first time so please have mercy TAT

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it had all started with a simple nudge to the side.

and really, all jimin wanted was to get to the sink to wash her hands so she could be on her merry way back to that boring travesty of a napping period they call history class.

simple, no big deal.

how was she supposed to know that yoongi unnie had been having a bad morning, had woken up on the wrong side of the bed entirely, and that tiny little shove would scratch at her nerves the wrong way? how was jimin supposed to know that insignificant touch would cause the senior to explode like a ticking time bomb that had just run out of seconds?

one little push was all it took for yoongi to lash out on the unsuspecting sophomore, angry fingers scratching into jimin’s scalp and curling around fistfuls of her long dark curls as a few strands become victim to the harsh yank and pull.

and yoongi does feel kind of guilty.

because honestly, it’s not jimin’s fault that she’s in a bad mood. it’s not jimin’s fault her hair refused to work with her this morning, so that she’d ended up just pulling it all up into a messy bun. it’s not jimin’s fault her mom had found her stashed pack of cigarettes in her backpack this morning and had confiscated it before nagging her death the entire car ride to school.

but yoongi is finding it a little difficult to feel any remorse as jimin pants and moans beneath her touch, grinding her nice, curvy ass into yoongi’s crotch with all the desperation of a cat in heat as yoongi has her body pinned against the cold, metal lockers in the empty gym room.

those little sounds, the breathy sighs, the soft mewls escaping between those pretty pink lips has yoongi pushing even closer, one hand curled around jimin’s chin and tilting her face over her shoulder to press their lips together in a bruising kiss, other hand slowly sliding down the hem of jimin’s pleated skirt.

“you’re not wearing any underwear,” yoongi whispers in a silky voice against jimin’s lips, swallowing the heady moan that threatens to escape as yoongi’s hand slips in all the way, soft teasing fingers sliding in between the wet folds and rubbing slow circles into her clit. “my little slut.”

“i woke up late this morning,” jimin whines, fingers clawing into metal as she bucks against yoongi’s body and ruts her hips into yoongi’s hand. “i forgot. unnie, please.”

the senior can feel jimin’s knees shaking beneath her, can sense that she must be close by the erratic way she rocks her body against hers in a desperate need to create more friction and pressure.

yoongi slides the hand cradling jimin’s chin down the plane of her perfect pale neck, tracing a soft finger along those sinful collarbones, before gliding down beneath the collar of her slipping blouse to cup her breast and massage the supple flesh slowly, pressing her lips just beneath the younger’s ear and nipping softly.

“unnie,” jimin gasps in a wanton whisper, shaking her head absentmindedly as her body craves for the release it isn’t granted.

and yoongi decides to have mercy, plunging two finger into jimin simultaneously and thrusting into her as jimin also moves her body to fuck into yoongi’s hand greedily.

soft lips press butterfly kisses along the back of jimin’s bared shoulder, blouse sliding lower and lower down her arm as yoongi continues to finger fuck her relentlessly.

there’s a thin sheen of sweat covering jimin’s skin, matted hair sticking to her neck and forehead. and yoongi can’t help but think how pretty she’d look spread out on the floor, that same dark hair haloed around her head as yoongi eats her out into mind-numbing oblivion.

maybe next time, not on school grounds.

and in the midst of yoongi’s fantasies of other more creative ways in which she can have her way with the sophomore, jimin finally comes into yoongi’s hand, thighs quivering and body going limp as yoongi slowly pulls out her hand, moist fingers gliding over jimin’s waist and wiping onto her otherwise clean blouse.

“gee thanks,” jimin wrinkles her nose in mild distaste, wiggling her ass and attempting to push away from the not so comfortable, hard surface beneath her.

yoongi laughs, pushing her back down and skimming her nose down the line of jimin’s jaw.

“ow, that hurts,” jimin pouts.

“i’m sorry i lashed out on you,” yoongi sighs heavily as she presses her forehead into the crook of jimin’s sweaty neck. “i’ve been having a bad day, and i didn’t mean to take it out on you. forgive me?”

and jimin repeats the gesture, sighing deeply through her nose as she wriggles and rolls her body around until she’s facing yoongi, drawing the elder into a warm, comforting hug.

“it’s okay,” jimin smiles, tucking yoongi’s head into her shoulder and running soft fingers through the strands of her honey brown, wavy hair. “we’re good.”

yoongi lips stretch into a wide grin, lashes fluttering shut as she deeply inhales the floral scent of jimin’s body wash and relishes in the comforting lull that follows.

“just, you know,” jimin’s soft voice once again breaks through their moment of peaceful silence. “next time give me some heads up if you’re gonna have another breakdown and fuck me into the wall.”

yoongi laughs, nodding her head in assent.

“okay, my bad. i will.”

well, at least now yoongi’s in a pretty great fucking mood.