Mr. & Mrs. Perfect
Title: Mr. & Mrs. Perfect
Part: 2/5
Pairing: Minho/Minjung
Rating: NC-17
Prompt from: crystalshawol ^_^
Notes: There’s going to be 5 parts to this! :)
[ Key & Gwiboon]
--
When news of Key and Gwiboon’s relationship circulated around the school, the general student populace was shocked. All but either party’s friends were floored - teachers, students, family. The Royal Couple pranced around the school happily (or crankily, depending on if they liked each other’s outfits) and there wasn’t a soul that didn’t know they were together. They weren’t terribly touchy but they each had a possessive air about them that just made people want to stay away and do anything but flirt.
At the lunch table, the girls listened idly as Gwiboon relayed her weekend shopping trip.
“And oh my God he found me the cutest hair pin,” Gwiboon flipped her hair and showed off her pretty pink hair accessory, fluttering her eyelashes for effect.
“It’s lovely,” Minjung commented, smiling lightly.
While most everyone feigned interest in Gwiboon’s selfish, egoist rants, Minjung genuinely listened. The slightly younger girl was always polite, even to the queen bitch, and she was in generally good graces with the entire student body. For the most part she kept to herself and minded her business, but she was a true, loyal friend when anyone needed her - whether she knew their name or not.
“Oh, so Minjung,” Gwiboon flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned to the black haired girl. “Did you partner up with your boyfriend for the science project?”
Minjung blushed softly, her big eyes widening as she shook her head. She wasn’t really one for words.
Gwiboon huffed, “He totally likes you and he doesn’t have a partner yet!”
“That’s because you went and paired everyone off, unnie,” Taeyeon said, taking a break from sipping her banana milk
“Yeah,” Gwiboon looked way too satisfied, “it was a good plan and it worked~” she patted Minjung’s hand. “You just need to ask him to be your partner, now.”
Minjung shrugged; if Minho wanted to ask her to be his science partner then he would have done it on his own terms, not Gwiboon’s. But Gwiboon was forever trying to play cupid for her friends and Minjung was the only girl that didn’t complain - which in Gwiboon’s mind screamed EASY PREY.
The black haired girl stood up, smiling gently and excusing herself from the table. Her long legs carried her to the gym, where some boys were playing basketball - usually she would meet up with some of them and play a round, but she wasn’t feeling too limber today. Lack of water, probably.
Minho was on the bleachers with a friend, drinking some Gatorade and laughing. His smile was gorgeous and his eyes crinkled cutely in the corners when he laughed, his face lighting up in ways that it normally didn’t. She stood quietly for a moment, just watching him, before she decided she might as well head inside.
He caught sight of her and smiled, waving her over - her heart skipped a beat but she kept her cool, walking towards Minho and Jinki, sitting down on the bench below theirs.
“Hi, Minjung~” Jinki greeted with his usual bright smile.
Minjung inclined her head in greeting, her smile a fraction of Jinki’s, but just as sincere. Minho also inclined his head, his smile softening and not as bright as before, but still just as stunning.
Jinki looked between the two - he was never good with silence - and then excused himself.
“I’m gonna go find something to eat, or else I might pass out in fifth period again,” he said, with an awkward laugh as he waved at his two friends. He stood up and started down the bleachers - his foot caught on one and he fell down the rest of the way, skidding onto the polished wood floor and bouncing back up easily, un-phased as he brushed his hair back and gave a last awkward smile before zooming out of the gym entirely.
For a few moments Minho and Minjung sat in comfortable silence, watching the three-on-three basketball game progress. They cheered when appropriate - and of course, they were rooting for different teams. By the end of the mini-game they were on the edge of their seats - Minjung’s team sank the winning shot and she jumped up, fist-pumping the air and cheering for the guys. Minho sat back, a bit dazed and obviously put off at losing (he was probably glad he hadn’t bet any money on this game), before he chuckled and stood.
“Congratulations,” Minho said, holding his hand out to Minjung.
She looked at his hand, and smiled softly, reaching out to take it - before his fingers could touch hers she reached up and flicked his forehead, and he recoiled with a yelp, hand flying to the abused spot.
“Come on, I know you’re a sore loser~” she teased, before she picked up her back and made to leave.
“Hey, Minjung ah,” Minho called out, and she turned around, the casual use of her name sending chills down her spine. He smiled, “Will you meet me here after school?”
She smiled back, her cocky attitude gone and replaced once again with her more silent self.
“Yeah.”
--
True to her word, Minjung met Minho in the gym after school. This wasn’t the first time she’d met him here - sometimes they played friendly (over-competitive) games of basketball or tennis, but this was the first time that she’d been mildly creeped out upon entering the gym.
It was completely empty, for one. The lights were a bit dim, for two.
She tucked a long lock of black hair behind an ear and held onto the straps of her backpack as she entered, like it was some sort of safety anchor. Two steps, four, then six - she noticed something written out on the floor in sneaker scuffs, but from up close it was too hard to tell what all of the black smudges were making. So, her long legs carried her to the bleachers, where she walked up to the top row, and then turned around to take in the whole picture.
It was a bit messy, the person obviously not having too much direction on where to go to spell it all out from being right there, but the message was clear:
Minjung, will you go to the Winter Formal with me?
She felt her eyes wet a bit and she smiled, a light blush dusting her cheeks. However, there was still no sign of Minho - and it was just like him, too, to do something like this and not be around. How was she supposed to answer? Maybe she could write a message back… and then offer to buy him sneakers that won’t scuff up the school floor because she was not cleaning that up or getting in trouble for it.
But, after the question mark in his message there was an arrow pointing towards one of the doors that lead outside. Tilting her head, she gracefully hopped down the bleachers two-by-two, and then headed outside into the slightly chilly air. Winter wasn’t quite in full swing yet but the draft was still chilly and made her pull the ends of her sleeves down over her fingers, and as she stepped outside she saw one of the athletic tents erected not far from the door.
Still curious, Minjung unzipped the flap to the tent and stepped inside, blasted with a wall of warmth from the space heater in the middle. There were a few tables set up, each with various sports items from the auction that was being ready to be held the upcoming weekend. Sitting in one of the lawn chairs was Minho, his hands folded in his lap and looking decidedly nervous - he stood up once he saw Minjung and smiled, and she returned the gesture.
“Hey,” he said, wiping his hands on the front of his pants and licking his lips.
“Hi,” she said, looking around and then rubbing her hands together in front of her to collect the warmth that the space heater was offering.
“So, um…”
“Yes.”
Minho’s smile widened and his perfect teeth showed - it was a smile that had never been directed at Minjung, and it made her heart skip a beat. He stepped forward and took her hands, all shy actions and nervous tendencies as he brought them to his lips and gently kissed every knuckle. She held her breath, her big eyes hooding a bit with affection as she watched his perfect lips touch her skin and linger, and when he looked up at her, her breath was stolen completely.
Their kiss was sweet, chaste at first. Obviously both unskilled, Minho took the lead and gently cupped the side of her face, his long fingers tangling in her hair as her head tilted and she allowed the kiss to deepen. His tongue swiped into her mouth and she gasped - his tongue ran along her teeth and she couldn’t help the shuddery moan that wracked her body. His other hand moved to her hip, fingers curling around the sharp bone and he pulled her against his body, the need and desire suddenly rolling off of him in waves and crashing into Minjung - they broke apart and they were both breathless, as Minho removed himself from her body to take off his letterman’s jacket.
She watched quietly as he knelt down on the rug that was spread out over the cold ground, and as he laid his jacket out atop it. He smiled up at her and took her hands, guiding her to lie down on her back on his jacket, and with the two thick layers between her chilled body and the ground she felt pretty cozy. He slowly, carefully made his way between her legs and with his hands on either side of her head he dipped down, kissing her again. Her arms wound around his shoulders, fingers sliding down his sinewy back and feeling the muscles through his button-down; his big hand slid up her thigh and all of a sudden heat consumed her, started burning her from the inside out and she knew it wasn’t from the small space heater three feet away.
Her back arched and her eyes fluttered, teeth taking her lower lip captive as Minho’s hands started to explore her body.
“Minjung…” he breathed, his low voice barely a whisper as he pulled back to let his eyes burn a trail in the wake of his hands. “You’re so beautiful, do you know that?”
She couldn’t answer, not vocally, so she just shook her head, cheeks flushing.
His smile was a bit lopsided, cute as he started to unbutton her blouse. “I’ve liked you for so long…”
“M-Minho…” It was nearly a whine, but Minjung was above that as she carded her fingers through Minho’s shortly cropped hair.
He chuckled as he pushed her blouse to either side to expose her baby blue bra and flawless skin, his head dipping down so his lips could trail over her collarbones. He didn’t say anything, just like they never said much to each other, but it didn’t matter because they just knew how to communicate even when they were closed books to everyone else. And if Minjung wanted to stop and think about it she’d protest about being kissed and groped in a tent on school property, but as Minho’s lips grazed over her bra she could only shudder and tangle her fingers tighter in his hair.
Minho’s hand moved her skirt out of the way and as he buried his face in her cleavage his hand palmed her womanhood through her panties, a surge of arousal jolting through her veins. Her back arched and he let out a soft moan, and she could feel the heat from her arousal on the insides of her thighs; he started to rub the heel of his palm over her clit and she let out a strangled noise, her black hair tangling as she tossed her head back and forth.
“Min…ho… ah,” her hands resumed their slide down his back, blunt fingernails dragging over the material of his shirt before they reached the hem and gently pulled it up, exposing his pants riding low on his sharp hips. Skating her finger tips along the skin she dipped them past the waistband and back out again, and he must have been growing impatient of her teasing because he paused in giving her attention in order to undo his pants and grab her wrist, forcing her hand to his crotch.
Ah, a challenge.
She smirked, despite the fact that his fingers were now pushing the crotch of her panties aside to feel her wetness, and she wrapped her own fingers around his cock - the smirk fell off of her face as her digits wrapped around his girth, feeling it hot and pulsing in her hand. Of course she had never touched a guy like this - she had given off the vibe that she wasn’t even into guys, just all about sports and academics. But even so, a challenge had been issued and Minjung wasn’t about to let inexperience cloud her mind or make her nervous.
So she started to stroke Minho slowly, feeling how his dick twitched and pulsed in her hand, listened to how his breathing changed whenever she ran over a sensitive spot. She rant the tip of her finger along the ridge of the head, her thumb simultaneously swiping over the slit; his teeth scraped at the swell of her breast and she gasped, Minho using the opportunity to slide a finger inside of her. She squirmed and wiggled a bit but didn’t want him to know that it felt slightly uncomfortable - he crooked his finger and oh, yeah, that definitely was not uncomfortable. From doing sports her whole life and being flexible there was no barrier for him to breach, no pain for her, and it was smooth sailing. But ah, she wanted more, she wanted something other than his fingers, and as she gave another slow stroke to his cock, her mouth watered at the thought that suddenly crossed her mind.
She let go of him completely, pulling away and tapping his hips. He arched a brow but understood the message and they carefully switched positions, him lying with his back on the ground. For a moment she admired him - the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, his tie loose, his pants hanging on his hips and his cock standing at attention. He looked almost wrecked, but Minjung knew she could do better than that - she knew she could destroy him and get the trophy.
First, she straddled his hips. Her panties were still on and as she ground down against him, his cock encountered the heat of her arousal through the cotton and he groaned, obviously dissatisfied at the lack of tightness around his dick. She rocked her hips a few times, grinding her clothed pussy over the shaft of his dick, her hands on his chest - she smirked down at him and tossed her hair over her shoulder, and then decided now it was time to throw the curve ball.
Her long legs swung and turned her around on top of him, her face hovering by his dick and her ass up by his face. A groan of approval met the action and his fingers instantly reached for her panties, pushing them aside, Minho wasting no time in letting his tongue come out and swipe along her juicy folds. She trembled once, twice - she parted her lips and descended on his dick, swirling her tongue around the tip before wetting her lips and starting to slowly take it into her throat.
Minjung knew she couldn’t possibly fit him in entirely, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t improvise. His tongue flicked around her clit and her tongue mimicked the action to his slit, collecting the pre-cum and smearing it around her lips to help lubricate them. She moved her mouth down the side of his erection and back up again, hot breath fanning out over the flesh before she took him halfway, her tongue pushing strongly against the shaft to get the head of his dick to push against the roof of her mouth. His hips bucked and his hands gripped her ass, thumbs moving to spread her pussy open wider for him as his tongue slid inside of her body.
Bucking down onto his mouth a few times Minjung closed her eyes and let herself focus on her task; she was playing offense and defense now, and Minho was - as always - up to par with every move she made. Slurping sounds filled the small area of the tent and she was almost tempted to turn the space heater off, her temperature was spiraling out of control, but as a breeze picked up and swayed the tent from side to side she knew that would be a dumb idea. Heat was licking at her body, at every nerve under her skin and as Minho moaned lowly into her folds, the vibrations making her clit throb, she felt a sweat break out on her brow as she agitatedly pushed her hair to the side so it wouldn’t get in the way.
Soon they started up a rhythm - every time she bobbed her head and swallowed his dick, his tongue pushed deeper into her pussy. They were coming undone together, her fingers massaging his balls experimentally and rubbing at his hips alternatively, his fingers joining his tongue to push deeper inside of her body and graze that spot that was starting to make her vision blacken, even with her eyelids closed. At one point her teeth accidentally scraped against the ridge of the head of his cock - his hips bucked and pre-cum oozed out of the slit, his head dropping back for a second as he faltered.
“Fuck, ah,” he hissed between clenched teeth, and Minjung just smirked to herself - she had found his handicap and she was going to use it to her advantage.
And she did, her teeth suddenly making more appearances as saliva and pre-cum dribbled down her chin and hit his pelvis. His hips surged up and his dick hit the back of her throat, her muscles reflexively swallowing around it and he was holding back, she could tell, and if he wasn’t going to cum first she wasn’t going to cum at all, which was a dilemma.
The solution was obvious.
Her hips pushed her pussy down onto his face and he let out a slightly surprised grunt, his fingers tightening their grip on her ass, spreading her open wide as his tongue assaulted her, his lips sucking and swelling up her flesh. She quaked, she felt her fingers and her toes go numb and she pulled her mouth away from his dick, stroking him quickly with her fingers wrapped tightly around his erection.
“I’m - close - Minho…” she breathed out, her tongue flicking the head of his dick as she let her cool breath hit his erection.
That was the ticket - his hips spasmed and he gave one last violent suck to her clit and she trembled and shook, her elbows threatening to give out as they both came, his cum spilling in ropes onto her chin and lips and down over her fingers, her orgasm nearly making her hair stand on end as it rocked her entire body.
She collapsed, breathing heavily and feeling like she had just run the longest marathon of her life. He sat up some and helped her shift her lazy bones to the side and onto his jacket, which he then proceeded to help her arms into the sleeves and start to button it up, leaving her blouse undone. He rested on a hand, then, just sitting next to her and she looked up at him, feeling her cheeks stain with a light blush; he leaned down and kissed her lips, letting her taste herself on his tongue before he pulled away and stood up, adjusting his clothes.
“Do you want to be my partner for the science project?” she found herself asking. She didn’t know why she thought of that then, but as Minho smiled down at her and fixed his tie, he nodded.
She nodded just to nod in return and not say anything, and just like that, without words, they established themselves in that little tent with the space heater, Minjung’s panties around her ankles.
[ Onew & Eunsook]
Part: 2/5
Pairing: Minho/Minjung
Rating: NC-17
Prompt from: crystalshawol ^_^
Notes: There’s going to be 5 parts to this! :)
[ Key & Gwiboon]
--
When news of Key and Gwiboon’s relationship circulated around the school, the general student populace was shocked. All but either party’s friends were floored - teachers, students, family. The Royal Couple pranced around the school happily (or crankily, depending on if they liked each other’s outfits) and there wasn’t a soul that didn’t know they were together. They weren’t terribly touchy but they each had a possessive air about them that just made people want to stay away and do anything but flirt.
At the lunch table, the girls listened idly as Gwiboon relayed her weekend shopping trip.
“And oh my God he found me the cutest hair pin,” Gwiboon flipped her hair and showed off her pretty pink hair accessory, fluttering her eyelashes for effect.
“It’s lovely,” Minjung commented, smiling lightly.
While most everyone feigned interest in Gwiboon’s selfish, egoist rants, Minjung genuinely listened. The slightly younger girl was always polite, even to the queen bitch, and she was in generally good graces with the entire student body. For the most part she kept to herself and minded her business, but she was a true, loyal friend when anyone needed her - whether she knew their name or not.
“Oh, so Minjung,” Gwiboon flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned to the black haired girl. “Did you partner up with your boyfriend for the science project?”
Minjung blushed softly, her big eyes widening as she shook her head. She wasn’t really one for words.
Gwiboon huffed, “He totally likes you and he doesn’t have a partner yet!”
“That’s because you went and paired everyone off, unnie,” Taeyeon said, taking a break from sipping her banana milk
“Yeah,” Gwiboon looked way too satisfied, “it was a good plan and it worked~” she patted Minjung’s hand. “You just need to ask him to be your partner, now.”
Minjung shrugged; if Minho wanted to ask her to be his science partner then he would have done it on his own terms, not Gwiboon’s. But Gwiboon was forever trying to play cupid for her friends and Minjung was the only girl that didn’t complain - which in Gwiboon’s mind screamed EASY PREY.
The black haired girl stood up, smiling gently and excusing herself from the table. Her long legs carried her to the gym, where some boys were playing basketball - usually she would meet up with some of them and play a round, but she wasn’t feeling too limber today. Lack of water, probably.
Minho was on the bleachers with a friend, drinking some Gatorade and laughing. His smile was gorgeous and his eyes crinkled cutely in the corners when he laughed, his face lighting up in ways that it normally didn’t. She stood quietly for a moment, just watching him, before she decided she might as well head inside.
He caught sight of her and smiled, waving her over - her heart skipped a beat but she kept her cool, walking towards Minho and Jinki, sitting down on the bench below theirs.
“Hi, Minjung~” Jinki greeted with his usual bright smile.
Minjung inclined her head in greeting, her smile a fraction of Jinki’s, but just as sincere. Minho also inclined his head, his smile softening and not as bright as before, but still just as stunning.
Jinki looked between the two - he was never good with silence - and then excused himself.
“I’m gonna go find something to eat, or else I might pass out in fifth period again,” he said, with an awkward laugh as he waved at his two friends. He stood up and started down the bleachers - his foot caught on one and he fell down the rest of the way, skidding onto the polished wood floor and bouncing back up easily, un-phased as he brushed his hair back and gave a last awkward smile before zooming out of the gym entirely.
For a few moments Minho and Minjung sat in comfortable silence, watching the three-on-three basketball game progress. They cheered when appropriate - and of course, they were rooting for different teams. By the end of the mini-game they were on the edge of their seats - Minjung’s team sank the winning shot and she jumped up, fist-pumping the air and cheering for the guys. Minho sat back, a bit dazed and obviously put off at losing (he was probably glad he hadn’t bet any money on this game), before he chuckled and stood.
“Congratulations,” Minho said, holding his hand out to Minjung.
She looked at his hand, and smiled softly, reaching out to take it - before his fingers could touch hers she reached up and flicked his forehead, and he recoiled with a yelp, hand flying to the abused spot.
“Come on, I know you’re a sore loser~” she teased, before she picked up her back and made to leave.
“Hey, Minjung ah,” Minho called out, and she turned around, the casual use of her name sending chills down her spine. He smiled, “Will you meet me here after school?”
She smiled back, her cocky attitude gone and replaced once again with her more silent self.
“Yeah.”
--
True to her word, Minjung met Minho in the gym after school. This wasn’t the first time she’d met him here - sometimes they played friendly (over-competitive) games of basketball or tennis, but this was the first time that she’d been mildly creeped out upon entering the gym.
It was completely empty, for one. The lights were a bit dim, for two.
She tucked a long lock of black hair behind an ear and held onto the straps of her backpack as she entered, like it was some sort of safety anchor. Two steps, four, then six - she noticed something written out on the floor in sneaker scuffs, but from up close it was too hard to tell what all of the black smudges were making. So, her long legs carried her to the bleachers, where she walked up to the top row, and then turned around to take in the whole picture.
It was a bit messy, the person obviously not having too much direction on where to go to spell it all out from being right there, but the message was clear:
Minjung, will you go to the Winter Formal with me?
She felt her eyes wet a bit and she smiled, a light blush dusting her cheeks. However, there was still no sign of Minho - and it was just like him, too, to do something like this and not be around. How was she supposed to answer? Maybe she could write a message back… and then offer to buy him sneakers that won’t scuff up the school floor because she was not cleaning that up or getting in trouble for it.
But, after the question mark in his message there was an arrow pointing towards one of the doors that lead outside. Tilting her head, she gracefully hopped down the bleachers two-by-two, and then headed outside into the slightly chilly air. Winter wasn’t quite in full swing yet but the draft was still chilly and made her pull the ends of her sleeves down over her fingers, and as she stepped outside she saw one of the athletic tents erected not far from the door.
Still curious, Minjung unzipped the flap to the tent and stepped inside, blasted with a wall of warmth from the space heater in the middle. There were a few tables set up, each with various sports items from the auction that was being ready to be held the upcoming weekend. Sitting in one of the lawn chairs was Minho, his hands folded in his lap and looking decidedly nervous - he stood up once he saw Minjung and smiled, and she returned the gesture.
“Hey,” he said, wiping his hands on the front of his pants and licking his lips.
“Hi,” she said, looking around and then rubbing her hands together in front of her to collect the warmth that the space heater was offering.
“So, um…”
“Yes.”
Minho’s smile widened and his perfect teeth showed - it was a smile that had never been directed at Minjung, and it made her heart skip a beat. He stepped forward and took her hands, all shy actions and nervous tendencies as he brought them to his lips and gently kissed every knuckle. She held her breath, her big eyes hooding a bit with affection as she watched his perfect lips touch her skin and linger, and when he looked up at her, her breath was stolen completely.
Their kiss was sweet, chaste at first. Obviously both unskilled, Minho took the lead and gently cupped the side of her face, his long fingers tangling in her hair as her head tilted and she allowed the kiss to deepen. His tongue swiped into her mouth and she gasped - his tongue ran along her teeth and she couldn’t help the shuddery moan that wracked her body. His other hand moved to her hip, fingers curling around the sharp bone and he pulled her against his body, the need and desire suddenly rolling off of him in waves and crashing into Minjung - they broke apart and they were both breathless, as Minho removed himself from her body to take off his letterman’s jacket.
She watched quietly as he knelt down on the rug that was spread out over the cold ground, and as he laid his jacket out atop it. He smiled up at her and took her hands, guiding her to lie down on her back on his jacket, and with the two thick layers between her chilled body and the ground she felt pretty cozy. He slowly, carefully made his way between her legs and with his hands on either side of her head he dipped down, kissing her again. Her arms wound around his shoulders, fingers sliding down his sinewy back and feeling the muscles through his button-down; his big hand slid up her thigh and all of a sudden heat consumed her, started burning her from the inside out and she knew it wasn’t from the small space heater three feet away.
Her back arched and her eyes fluttered, teeth taking her lower lip captive as Minho’s hands started to explore her body.
“Minjung…” he breathed, his low voice barely a whisper as he pulled back to let his eyes burn a trail in the wake of his hands. “You’re so beautiful, do you know that?”
She couldn’t answer, not vocally, so she just shook her head, cheeks flushing.
His smile was a bit lopsided, cute as he started to unbutton her blouse. “I’ve liked you for so long…”
“M-Minho…” It was nearly a whine, but Minjung was above that as she carded her fingers through Minho’s shortly cropped hair.
He chuckled as he pushed her blouse to either side to expose her baby blue bra and flawless skin, his head dipping down so his lips could trail over her collarbones. He didn’t say anything, just like they never said much to each other, but it didn’t matter because they just knew how to communicate even when they were closed books to everyone else. And if Minjung wanted to stop and think about it she’d protest about being kissed and groped in a tent on school property, but as Minho’s lips grazed over her bra she could only shudder and tangle her fingers tighter in his hair.
Minho’s hand moved her skirt out of the way and as he buried his face in her cleavage his hand palmed her womanhood through her panties, a surge of arousal jolting through her veins. Her back arched and he let out a soft moan, and she could feel the heat from her arousal on the insides of her thighs; he started to rub the heel of his palm over her clit and she let out a strangled noise, her black hair tangling as she tossed her head back and forth.
“Min…ho… ah,” her hands resumed their slide down his back, blunt fingernails dragging over the material of his shirt before they reached the hem and gently pulled it up, exposing his pants riding low on his sharp hips. Skating her finger tips along the skin she dipped them past the waistband and back out again, and he must have been growing impatient of her teasing because he paused in giving her attention in order to undo his pants and grab her wrist, forcing her hand to his crotch.
Ah, a challenge.
She smirked, despite the fact that his fingers were now pushing the crotch of her panties aside to feel her wetness, and she wrapped her own fingers around his cock - the smirk fell off of her face as her digits wrapped around his girth, feeling it hot and pulsing in her hand. Of course she had never touched a guy like this - she had given off the vibe that she wasn’t even into guys, just all about sports and academics. But even so, a challenge had been issued and Minjung wasn’t about to let inexperience cloud her mind or make her nervous.
So she started to stroke Minho slowly, feeling how his dick twitched and pulsed in her hand, listened to how his breathing changed whenever she ran over a sensitive spot. She rant the tip of her finger along the ridge of the head, her thumb simultaneously swiping over the slit; his teeth scraped at the swell of her breast and she gasped, Minho using the opportunity to slide a finger inside of her. She squirmed and wiggled a bit but didn’t want him to know that it felt slightly uncomfortable - he crooked his finger and oh, yeah, that definitely was not uncomfortable. From doing sports her whole life and being flexible there was no barrier for him to breach, no pain for her, and it was smooth sailing. But ah, she wanted more, she wanted something other than his fingers, and as she gave another slow stroke to his cock, her mouth watered at the thought that suddenly crossed her mind.
She let go of him completely, pulling away and tapping his hips. He arched a brow but understood the message and they carefully switched positions, him lying with his back on the ground. For a moment she admired him - the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, his tie loose, his pants hanging on his hips and his cock standing at attention. He looked almost wrecked, but Minjung knew she could do better than that - she knew she could destroy him and get the trophy.
First, she straddled his hips. Her panties were still on and as she ground down against him, his cock encountered the heat of her arousal through the cotton and he groaned, obviously dissatisfied at the lack of tightness around his dick. She rocked her hips a few times, grinding her clothed pussy over the shaft of his dick, her hands on his chest - she smirked down at him and tossed her hair over her shoulder, and then decided now it was time to throw the curve ball.
Her long legs swung and turned her around on top of him, her face hovering by his dick and her ass up by his face. A groan of approval met the action and his fingers instantly reached for her panties, pushing them aside, Minho wasting no time in letting his tongue come out and swipe along her juicy folds. She trembled once, twice - she parted her lips and descended on his dick, swirling her tongue around the tip before wetting her lips and starting to slowly take it into her throat.
Minjung knew she couldn’t possibly fit him in entirely, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t improvise. His tongue flicked around her clit and her tongue mimicked the action to his slit, collecting the pre-cum and smearing it around her lips to help lubricate them. She moved her mouth down the side of his erection and back up again, hot breath fanning out over the flesh before she took him halfway, her tongue pushing strongly against the shaft to get the head of his dick to push against the roof of her mouth. His hips bucked and his hands gripped her ass, thumbs moving to spread her pussy open wider for him as his tongue slid inside of her body.
Bucking down onto his mouth a few times Minjung closed her eyes and let herself focus on her task; she was playing offense and defense now, and Minho was - as always - up to par with every move she made. Slurping sounds filled the small area of the tent and she was almost tempted to turn the space heater off, her temperature was spiraling out of control, but as a breeze picked up and swayed the tent from side to side she knew that would be a dumb idea. Heat was licking at her body, at every nerve under her skin and as Minho moaned lowly into her folds, the vibrations making her clit throb, she felt a sweat break out on her brow as she agitatedly pushed her hair to the side so it wouldn’t get in the way.
Soon they started up a rhythm - every time she bobbed her head and swallowed his dick, his tongue pushed deeper into her pussy. They were coming undone together, her fingers massaging his balls experimentally and rubbing at his hips alternatively, his fingers joining his tongue to push deeper inside of her body and graze that spot that was starting to make her vision blacken, even with her eyelids closed. At one point her teeth accidentally scraped against the ridge of the head of his cock - his hips bucked and pre-cum oozed out of the slit, his head dropping back for a second as he faltered.
“Fuck, ah,” he hissed between clenched teeth, and Minjung just smirked to herself - she had found his handicap and she was going to use it to her advantage.
And she did, her teeth suddenly making more appearances as saliva and pre-cum dribbled down her chin and hit his pelvis. His hips surged up and his dick hit the back of her throat, her muscles reflexively swallowing around it and he was holding back, she could tell, and if he wasn’t going to cum first she wasn’t going to cum at all, which was a dilemma.
The solution was obvious.
Her hips pushed her pussy down onto his face and he let out a slightly surprised grunt, his fingers tightening their grip on her ass, spreading her open wide as his tongue assaulted her, his lips sucking and swelling up her flesh. She quaked, she felt her fingers and her toes go numb and she pulled her mouth away from his dick, stroking him quickly with her fingers wrapped tightly around his erection.
“I’m - close - Minho…” she breathed out, her tongue flicking the head of his dick as she let her cool breath hit his erection.
That was the ticket - his hips spasmed and he gave one last violent suck to her clit and she trembled and shook, her elbows threatening to give out as they both came, his cum spilling in ropes onto her chin and lips and down over her fingers, her orgasm nearly making her hair stand on end as it rocked her entire body.
She collapsed, breathing heavily and feeling like she had just run the longest marathon of her life. He sat up some and helped her shift her lazy bones to the side and onto his jacket, which he then proceeded to help her arms into the sleeves and start to button it up, leaving her blouse undone. He rested on a hand, then, just sitting next to her and she looked up at him, feeling her cheeks stain with a light blush; he leaned down and kissed her lips, letting her taste herself on his tongue before he pulled away and stood up, adjusting his clothes.
“Do you want to be my partner for the science project?” she found herself asking. She didn’t know why she thought of that then, but as Minho smiled down at her and fixed his tie, he nodded.
She nodded just to nod in return and not say anything, and just like that, without words, they established themselves in that little tent with the space heater, Minjung’s panties around her ankles.
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