Wherein Yu Jimin, a national badminton athlete, was doing her best to win her world tour match, ranking her second in the world, and as promised, her MotoGP racer girlfriend was ready to give her the present.

g!p Minjeong

!! read at your own risk !!

This one-shot was requested, begged, and bribed to me by lsrminjen. :D
70% of the ideas were hers too!! :P *pointing finger*

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It's in another alternate universe wherein Yu Jimin, an uprising badminton athlete representing South Korea was in her final match with her number-one rival. She had been secretly dating the Moto GP world ranking number three, Kim Minjeong for about a year now. Everyone in the badminton association knows about them, but none of the netizens knew, just in case they might attack both national representatives with any hate.

For that sole reason, Minjeong had agreed to Jimin's suggestion to stay still at their shared apartment, watching the match from their TV.

The match goes on. Jimin was sweating profusely as she lunged for the shuttlecock, her heart pounding in her chest. The world tour match was intense, and she knew that every point counted. She'd worked hard to get where she was - ranked second in the world - and there was no way she was going to let this opportunity slip through her fingers.

Back at their apartment, Minjeong paced nervously in front of the television, watching every move Jimin made on screen. Her MotoGP racer girlfriend had always been proud of Jimin's achievements, but today felt different. Today, victory meant more than just a win; it meant they could finally celebrate together after weeks of being apart due to their demanding schedules.

Minjeong couldn't help but think about the gift she had prepared for Jimin - a special present that would make her feel like the champion she was. She had planned everything to perfection, from the music to the lighting, and even a few surprises along the way.

It was yesterday when Minjeong told her girlfriend about her mysterious plan for Jimin to achieve victory. Minjeong had approached her girlfriend in a black leather jacket during Jimin's practice session, and when the older girl currently taking her break on one of the bleachers.

"Hey, baby! You're doing great!" Minjeong shouted as she approached Jimin with a warm smile on her face. It succeeded in startling the older girl for a second before Jimin smiled back weakly at her in return. "I planned something special for after your match tomorrow," the biker said as she took her seat right next to her girlfriend, handing her a medium-sized cold water.

Jimin smiled weakly, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated by the intense game. "Thanks, baby," Jimin took the water from her girlfriend, gulping down a few. "If that's the case, then I think I'm going to need this win more than ever."

Minjeong winked mischievously before whispering in Jimin's ear. "Trust me, you're going to love what I have in store for you."

The match continued, and the tension grew thicker with each passing point. Finally, after an exhausting battle that lasted well over one hour and a half, Jimin emerged victorious. She couldn't help but let out a triumphant roar as she raised her arms high above her head.

*****

Exactly two hours after that intense match, Jimin came back home. Face flashing a cute, happy, yet tired smile while one hand holding her mini trophy and medal proudly, showing them off to the biker who is currently waiting for her in their living room with an open arm.

When Jimin saw that smile on her girlfriend's face, that's when she literally dumped the trophy and the medal on their kitchen counter, rushing to her girlfriend in the living room to embrace her tightly. "I did it!" she squealed.

"Congratulations, Jimin! You did it!" Minjeong exclaimed the same before slowly pulling off. Her eyes looked into Jimin's, full of intention. "Ready for the gifts I told you about?" the smirk on the biker got wider, but seems like Jimin didn't get any clue on that.

"Right! The gifts! Bring it on! I'm excited."

It only confused the badminton player even more when her girlfriend suddenly dragged her into their shared bedroom, but then confusion turned into a soft gasp when Jimin's brain slowly worked about what to happen to her gifts.

Minjeong had set up the scene she had planned so meticulously with soft candlelight flickering across the walls, sultry music filling the air, and their plush bed adorned with silk sheets and rose petal arrangements.

Jimin blushed more than ever, but Minjeong's next action would be the death out of her.

"Time to celebrate, my champion," Minjeong said as she stepped closer, unzipped Jimin's windbreaker down before tossing it to the floor. She then proceeds to unbutton Jimin's polo shirt button in an awfully slow sultry pace, with a teasing smirk on her face. "You've earned this."

Jimin couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as she realized what was about to happen. She had always loved the way Minjeong made her feel - powerful, desired, and utterly submissive.

Minjeong's eyes gleamed with anticipation as she leaned in for a soft kiss on Jimin's lips, savouring them so sweetly as one hand was placed behind Jimin's neck. The clicking sound was overpowered by the sultry music in the background, before Minjeong slowly pulled away, gazing into Jimin's eyes so deep.

"You're so beautiful when you win," she whispered, her breath hot against Jimin's skin.

Jimin shivered as Minjeong's hands began to roam over her body, tracing the curves of her muscles and the contours of her breasts, still covered by her shirt. She felt herself melting into Minjeong's touch, surrendering to the pleasure that only came from being with this woman.

"Let me take care of you now," Minjeong said, her voice husky with desire. "You've earned every moment of this. You got the win, you'll get your present, and I'll give you one, right now."

Jimin's words came out breathy as Minjeong's fingers slipped between Jimin's legs, feeling the rush of wetness spread through her body, between her folds. She knew exactly what was coming next. "M-Minjeong... Please-"

"Please what, baby?" Minjeong asked seductively, her fingers teasing Jimin's clit, never-ending. "Tell me what you want, come on."

Jimin could feel herself getting closer to the edge with each passing second. She wanted nothing more than for Minjeong to take control and give her the release she so desperately craved. Her voice ragged, barely for Minjeong to even hear it. "Fuck m-me," she gasped out, arching her back as a wave of pleasure washed over her body. "I need y-you inside me, Minjeong. Please..."

"That's my girl," Minjeong purred, her eyes darkening with lust. She pulled Jimin towards the bed, laying her down gently on the silk sheets before climbing on top of her. She sat on Jimin's lap, and Jimin swore to god that she could feel how hard Minjeong's clothed crotch was under her. Both hands were now on the hem of Jimin's shirt, "I'm pulling this off, yeah?" and Jimin desperately nodded her head, putting her arms up so obediently, so eager.

Minjeong takes her sweet time to uncover every piece of her girlfriend's cover that tortures Jimin so good. After tossing the shirt on the floor, the way Minjeong is painfully slow at pulling Jimin's sports bra off her chest makes the older girl beg once again. "Minjeong, please.."

"You'll get your gift soon, baby. Be a good girl you are," the sultry smirk on Minjeong's face got wider, finally pulling off the sports bra from Jimin completely, now exposed with her girlfriend's bare top. "My champion got the best breast to suck, ever."

Minjeong didn't waste her time, sucking and nibbling on one of Jimin's breasts like a hungry child. One hand painfully pulled and pinched the other one, making the older girl gasping and arching her body so deliciously like never before. Minjeong's other hand was busy freeing every piece of clothes left on Jimin's lower body, before finally kicking them completely off with her feet.

Now all left was her naked, vulnerable, submissive girlfriend for her to fuck.

Smiling so wide in satisfaction, Minjeong finally allowed herself to pull away, letting Jimin take a few seconds to breathe as Minjeong unwrapped her own body, peeling off every clothes off her own skin. Her cock was standing so proud, awaiting for its meal.

"Ready for your gift, baby?" Minjeong offers one more time with her sweetest smile, and before Jimin could answer the question, with a swift movement, Minjeong positioned herself between Jimin's spread legs and thrust forward, burying herself so intimately deep within her lover's wet pussy. The sensation was intense - both pleasurable and painful at once - but it only served to fuel their passion further that Jimin accidentally escaped a few loud whines from her lips.

Jimin cried out in delight as Minjeong began to move rhythmically inside her, their bodies slapping together with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around Minjeong's waist, pulling her closer and deeper into her core.

"Fuck me harder!" Jimin demanded, her voice hoarse from the intensity of the experience. "I want you to dominate me! Make me yours completely!"

Minjeong grinned wickedly at Jimin's words before increasing the pace of their lovemaking, her hips pumping furiously as she rode Jimin like a bucking bronco, like a cowboy riding their bull, like a racer on their superbike. Head digging between Jimin's neck as the biker grunted between her rough thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, mingling with the soft moans and gasps that escaped from Jimin's lips.

As Minjeong continued to pound away at Jimin's pussy, she could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Her body was on fire, her senses heightened by the sheer intensity of their lovemaking. Her eyes rolled in pleasure and pain. Her mouth has been chanting and whining Minjeong's name non-stop ever since. Her body arched like a beautiful monument of bliss.

"Come for me," Minjeong growled in Jimin's ear, her hot breath sending shivers down her spine, both hands literally clawing on Jimin's hair. "Let go and let me take you over the edge."

Jimin felt herself teetering on the brink of ecstasy before finally surrendering to it. She screamed out in pleasure as a wave of intense bliss washed over her body, her pussy clenching down on Minjeong's cock like a vice. "I'm coming!" she moaned once, "Minjeong, I-"

Minjeong felt Jimin's muscles contract around her and knew that she was about to come too. With one final thrust, like a drill to the hole, she buried herself deep within Jimin's core, so hard and rough, wild abandon, before Jimin's orgasm finally washed over her cock like a tidal wave, a warm sensation on her skin. Minjeong cumming seconds after, cried out Jimin's name as she emptied herself into her lover, their bodies shaking together in the aftermath of their passionate union.

"Fuck..." is all Minjeong could say as she drop her body onto the older girl, letting her cum rides out completely, every drop into Jimin's womb.

"That's..." Jimin's voice became so ragged that she paused her words. "That's one hell of a present, baby. Thank you," she continued with heavy eyes. Both arms now wrapping around Minejong's waist.

Minjeong leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Jimin's ear once again. "Anything for my champ," she whispered, her breath hot against Jimin's skin, before she locked her lips with her girlfriend into a passionate kiss.

Well. Minjeong's plan for the gift was only beyond that. The candles on their bedstand seem to be worn out, and the music has already been repeated twenty times(?), Minjeong think? Jimin already got the gift she had been planning out since yesterday, but then her girlfriend somehow was more eager than just a candlelight, sultry music sex.

Jimin had turned the position around the table, with now the older girl pinning down the biker on the bed. A smirk flashed onto her face as she spoke in desire, "Let me ride my biker too."

Minjeong was in faze at first, but slowly her face turned into s teasing smirk as well. "You want to ride a Moto GP racer instead of her bike, Jimin?"

"Yes..." Jimin nodded softly, "And I plan to win the race on her as well. Whoever comes first..." her voice got thicker, slower, as she slowly leaned in closer, her breath hitting Minjeong's ears. "Whoever comes first is the winner."

And, oh god - Jimin as a biker would be a great idea as well. Minjeong smiled so wide at the idea, picturing how both of them racing towards their win a moment later.

Her gaze on Jimin got darker, now both hands gripping both sides of her girlfriend's waist. "Ride me then. We'll see who will win the race" and Minjeong was so ready to be wrapped on again.

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[[ baby, i love you (alternate universe)]]
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NO CONTINUATION, PLEASE.... ㅠㅠ i can't do this... *white flag*