VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

Restroom (GxG) [M]

The neon lights of the crowded bar flickered off the polished chrome surfaces, casting a restless glow over the patrons that made Taeshi feel both anonymous and on display. She took a sip of her drink, trying to ignore the dull ache of regret that grew with every moment she spent on this date. The man across from her, let's call him Alex, was monologuing about his latest business venture. Again. It was clear that he wasn't going to ask about her life anytime soon.

Her eyes darted around the room, searching for anything more interesting than the reflection of her own boredom in her cocktail. That's when she saw her. A woman who walked with the confidence of a predator and the grace of a dancer. Her hair fell in loose waves that shimmered with the light, and her eyes held a secret that made Taeshi's heart race. Their gazes locked for a brief second before the woman disappeared into the bathroom.

The conversation with Alex had reached a new level of tedium, so Taeshi decided to follow, using the need for a bathroom break as an excuse. She pushed through the heavy door and found the woman leaning against the sink, reapplying her lipstick. The bathroom was empty except for the two of them, the music outside muffled to a distant throb. The woman's smile was like a dare as she looked up, meeting Taeshi's eyes in the mirror.

"Hi," she said, her voice a smooth purr. "You looked like you needed an escape." Taeshi felt a jolt of attraction, mixed with confusion and a sudden, inexplicable sense of danger. Before she could respond, the woman stepped closer, her hand brushing against Taeshi's arm. "My name's Junghee. What's yours?"

Taeshi's heart hammered in her chest as she mumbled her name. Junghee leaned in, her breath warm and scented with whiskey, and whispered, "You're gorgeous, Taeshi." Then she did something unexpected. She licked Taeshi's neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Taeshi's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Junghee's hand slid down to her waist, and she felt the woman's fingertips dance along her skin. The bathroom door was still slightly ajar, the muffled laughter from the bar outside a stark contrast to the intimate scene unfolding in the mirror.

Taeshi's mind raced. She wasn't sure if she should be flattered, scared, or thrilled. But she knew she didn't want it to stop. Junghee's hand slid lower, and she felt a sudden pressure building in her core. The stranger's touch was electric, sending waves of sensation through her body that she hadn't felt in a long time. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked with Junghee's in the reflection, and let out a small moan that was barely audible over the running water. Junghee's smile grew wider, and she gently bit Taeshi's earlobe. Taeshi's knees almost buckled, and she grabbed the edge of the sink for support.

The woman's hand slipped under her skirt, and her fingers found Taeshi's wetness, sending another jolt through her. Junghee's touch was sure and firm, as if she knew exactly what Taeshi needed without asking. Taeshi couldn't believe she was letting this happen, but she was powerless to resist the seductive pull of Junghee's touch. She leaned into the woman's embrace, her hand coming up to cup Junghee's cheek, drawing her in for a kiss that was hungry and desperate. Junghee's mouth was as intoxicating as her scent, and Taeshi felt herself getting lost in it, the taste of whiskey and desire mingling on their tongues.

They stumbled backward, colliding with the bathroom stall, the sound of the metal door slamming shut echoing in the small space. Junghee's hand continued to explore, her fingers moving in a rhythm that matched the pulse of the bass from the bar. Taeshi's breathing grew ragged, her body responding eagerly to the stranger's touch. She hadn't felt this alive in what felt like forever. The woman's other hand reached around to unhook Taeshi's bra, and she gasped as Junghee's warm palm cupped her breast, teasing her nipple with her thumb.

Their kiss grew more urgent, their tongues dancing together as Junghee's fingers worked their magic. Taeshi could feel the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter, the pressure building to a crescendo. She didn't know how much more she could take before she shattered. Junghee's hand slid lower, her fingertips grazing Taeshi's clit, and she moaned into the kiss, her nails digging into the woman's back. Junghee chuckled against her mouth, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her.