Pairing: Geum Seongje X FemOC
genre: smut (minors dni!)
Warnings: smut; angst; maturbation; accidental voyeurism; first time; sexting; vaginal fingering; vaginal sex; p in v; oral sex (M and F reciving); unprotected sex; creampie; semi-public sex; praise kink:
author's note:english is not my first language, please excuse any mistakes
For Han Min-ji school was fucking nightmare since the day it started. Min-ji wasn’t the most popular of girls, in fact was quite the opposite. She just existed in her own lonely world, shy, quiet, never dared to talk to anyone.
Not that she even got the chance to. Ever since she stepped inside Ganghak High everyone seemed to hate her for no reason.
Maybe it was her slim and short figure that made her look like a stuffed animal and made her an easy target for bullies.
They shoved her into the lockers when he strolled in the hallway, dropped food, water or whatever disgusting shit they want, on her head.
And the names, the names that chase her through the hallways, whispered loud enough for her to hear.
But Minji got so used to it, that it was just another day.
Unless they would beat her up. It was rare but it happened sometimes, usually when they were bored or annoyed at some other things and used Minji as a punching bag.
And if she thought she would be at peace inside of a classroom, where teachers could see her, she couldn’t be more wrong.
Because, for Minjn’s nightmare, her worst bullies were the ones in her class.
The most feared boys in Ganghak High. The boys from the Union.
And the worst of them all.
Geum Seongje, the number two of the Union and the top dog of Ganghak.
They made sure to transform her life into an absolute living hell. As if the universe wasn’t cruel enough for Min-ji, the classroom plan put her right in the middle of their pack of wolves.
She sat on the back of the class surrounded by them. Seongje sat in the desk behind her along with one of his boys, another one shared a desk with her, and on the row to her left two other boys were there to keep her company.
Just in case she ever felt lonely.
Min-ji didn’t. She never did when their amusement was to torment her every God damn day.
She tried to pretend they weren’t there, to blur their cruel laughter into the hum of the classroom, to drown out the sound of their dirty, disgusting jokes echoing just behind her.
“Ya, Min-ji, smile. We’re your fan club.”
“You look bored. Want us to entertain you again? Or maybe you could entertain us.”
“Men, look at her tits. So fucking big.”
Min-ji tried to blur their voices into the background, into meaningless noise.
But even if she managed for a while, they always reminded her of their presence.
Throwing her tiny paper balls like she was a trash bin, pushing her hair just to see her head being dragged down, and poking her body with their pens.
Min-ji would always make the impossible effort not to cry, not to let them see how much damage they cause. She knew it would only make it worse.
But sometimes it was just too much for her to bear, the tears twinkled in her eyes, gathering along the lashes, making her vision blurred and foggy.
It stung so much, it always did.
She tried to suppress it, the strength consumed her to the point her whole body ached. But sometimes the tears just fell down her cheeks.
That was even worse, because those wolves seemed to feed on her despair and the tears were the cherry on top.
Min-ji remembered the first time she made the mistake of crying in class because of them. The guy beside her noticed right away, the smirk on his face widened even further.
“Dude, she fucking crying like a little bitch.” the guy laughed.
The girl tried to swallow her sobs but before she could even react to the words, Min-ji felt a harsh hand fisting her black hair and yaking her back with such force that she almost fell down her chair
Her scalp burned as he pushed her hair so far back that Min-ji could see his unhinged and psycho smirk curving in his lips.
“Stop crying or we’ll give you something to really cry about.” His voice wasn’t loud, it didn’t have to be. And that was far more terrifying.
To be honest, Seongje didn’t really give a shit about Han Min-ji, at least he didn’t used to.
Min-ji wasn’t the first kid he bullied and was far from being the last.
Seongje couldn’t care fucking less about any of them.
They existed for his amusement, like insects he could crush whenever he felt like it. Just toys he tore apart when boredom itched beneath his skin.
Seong-je wasn’t even the loudest in his group when it came to bullying other kids. He didn’t really need to, his authority and cruelty was a known fact.He had a busy life. Between the Union work and their endless fights, his gaming passion and the girls he hooked up with, there wasn’t much time left to worry about other things.
Min-ji was just another face, another toy.
He didn’t even think before reaching for her, his fingers tangling in her hair before pulling it. He didn’t even use his strength, it was just a reminder for her.
That she couldn’t escape them.
But that was about to change.
It happened in one random school day at the beginning of the year. The soft autumn sun burst through the window casting a golden hue in the walls.
The teacher talked, her voice filled the air along with the hum of chatter that faded in the background.
Seongje was too busy, slouched in his seat, eyes glued to his phone, thumbs moving fast as he texted back and forth with Baek-jin, trying to resolve some Union bullshit.
He wasn’t really paying attention to what was happening around him, nor did he care.
They were taunting Min-ji as usual, Seong-je only caught some half words, some poisonous laughter. Arguing if she was a virgin or a slut, like she wasn’t even in the room listening to every cruel and sickening word that came out of their mouths.
“Look at her. She’s too shy, probably never saw a dick in her life.”
“Those are the worst. Act like they are all sweet and innocent, but end up being the most freaky sluts.”
Whatever, Seong-je didn’t care, his bruised hands from last night's fight kept hatched to the phone.
He barely caught, out of the corner of his eye, when the boy that sat next to her wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
“Ya, Min-ji, be honest with us. Are you slut?”
“Bet she is.” another said. “She likes to take it rough.”
Min-ji dropped her head as they laughed, her eyes stung so much with tears about to burst, her stomach twisting violently and the acid crawling its way up her esophagus.
The class was almost over when they dropped the bomb that absolutely shattered Min-ji.
“Min-ji wanna be a good slut for us and take all five of us at the same time?”
She didn’t answer, her head simply curled to her chest for them not to see the tears that swell down her face.
They took it as a yes and soon the rumour spread like a wildfire, being twisted from mouth to mouth.
Later, Seongje found her crying on the rooftop where he usually went for a smoke when he needed to be alone. For once in his life he didn’t felt his blood boiling with the sound.
Seongje felt something different, like his heart sank to his stomach when he heard Min-ji begging the universe for them to stop.
He couldn’t take it, he just wanted to forget those feelings and pretend that he never felt them.
But this was already the first slip in his path.
A few days passed, the insults and jokes continued, but eventually Min-ji just tuned them out. Like she always did.
One day she was walking the steep hill that led to her house. With her earbuds in and no one to taunt her, Min-ji could just be in her happy little world.
Her legs flowed with the music rhythm, and before she could even stop herself she was already dancing in the middle of the streets. Luckily for her, there was no one there to see her.
Or at least that was what she thought.
Min-ji was so absorbed in her music that she didn’t even saw him.
Geum Seongje, walking in her direction, cigarette dangling between his lips, hands buried in his pockets, same unbothered and arrogant demeanor.
When he saw a girl dancing in the middle of the street like a fucking lunatic. His brows pressed together, half in confusion, half mocking.
But then Seongje recognized her, which was miracle since he couldn’t care fucking less about losers like her. But this time Seongje felt something different looking at her. All the images that he had of Min-ji was a skinny girl who looked like she was afraid of her own shadow, who cried and tried to hide herself every time they crossed in the hallways.
Seeing her so free, so energetic, so happy.
Seongje tilted his head almost to take a better look at her. The way the sunset casted a golden halo on her. It made Min-ji seem more like an angel.
He never realized how beautiful she really was.
I mean, not that Seongje ever considered her to be ugly but never saw her like he was seeing her right now.
It stirred something inside of him. The feeling almost made his smirk disappear with the realization. He suddenly felt guilty for all the times he tormented her.
It was fucking ridiculous, pathetic. Seong-je never cared about anyone, let alone the people hurt.
The space between them got shorter and shorter, but none of them seemed aware of that fact. Not until Min-ji collided with his chest with such force that stumbled back and hit the ground.
Seongje however didn’t even flinch.
The fall hurt more than she expected, Min-ji couldn’t help the gasp that flew out her mouth. Her phone slipped off her hand and landed on his feet. With a hint of annoyance creeping on her, Min-ji glanced up to see who the fuck ran into her and just stood there.
But as soon as she realized who was standing before her eyes, her blood ran cold.
Staring down at her with his usual cruel smirk and the eyes of someone who could eat you alive. Or at least that’s what Min-ji thought.
Seongje was actually just trying to act his normal self, like she didn’t just send him into an existential crisis without even knowing.
“I’m… I’m s…sorry Seongje.” Min-ji stuttered. “I didn’t see you there.”
Seongje did nothing but let out a chuckle escape from his lips.
Min-ji saw his hand reach for her and instinctively closed her eyes and flinched back, waiting for the inevitable pain.
But it never came. Min-ji looked up to see his hand still in the air, waiting for her to reach so he could help her get up. But her mind blocked.
It was a prank. It had to be. Their eyes met for what seemed an eternity, as Min-ji tried to assess his intentions.
“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.”
Still hesitant, Min-ji reached for his hand. The touch sent a shiver down each other’s spine.
It was weird, unfamiliar.
Min-ji wasn’t used to feeling the touch of someone that wasn’t usually accompanied by pain.
And Seong-je wasn’t used to touching someone if not to break them. But still his hand felt incredibly soft and warm, almost comforting.
Who would’ve thought that the hands that had broken tons of jaws could be so soft. He pushed her up and Min-ji followed. She was actually in disbelief at the whole situation.
For a moment they just stood there, face to face. If their were standing so close in any other situation, Min-ji would be scared to death.
But right now, she tried to find the usual cruel gaze Seong-je had when about to hurt someone. She couldn’t find it. He just seemed… amused. Genuinely amused.
Min-ji couldn’t tell if that was a good or a bad thing. But she didn’t feel the usual terrifying sensation that his presence ignited in her.
Then suddenly, Seongje crouched to pick up her phone.
“It’s not broken.” he casually stated like he was talking to one of his friends.
Min-ji parted her lips, she wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come.
“Here” Seongje held the phone, his hand waiting for her to take it.
But Min-ji just stared at him in disbelief, her eyes twinkling with the sunlight.
Seongje widened his smirk. Damn she was fucking gorgeous. How could he have not noticed that for so long? “Are you gonna take it or should I keep it?”
Min-ji’s heart jumped with panic. And Seongje noticed, the way her muscles stiffened, her breath caught in her throat.
It got him curious. What was she hiding in that phone?
Min-ji reached for the device, but in one swift movement, Seongje pulled back. Just to tease her. Her heart stopped again.
How could she ever think it was going to be easy with Seongje?
Min-ji was already thinking about all possible things that he would ask her to get her phone back. A lump started to form on her throat, tears gathering along her lashes. She lowered her head so he couldn’t see.
But it was too late, Seong-je had already noticed.
The anger creeped on his muscles, but to his surprise, he wasn’t angry at her, more like at himself. Because in that moment Seongje realized something.
He had, probably the most beautiful girl he ever laid eyes on, standing in front of him, and she was scared of him. She always had been.
And she had every reason to, after all he turned her life into a living hell. The guilt returned to his mind, making him clench his jaw so tight it hurted.
Without really thinking about what he was doing, Seong-je brought his free hand to her chin. Tilting it up so he could see her face entirely.
Min-ji widened her eyes with the sudden touch.
“You don’t need to cry.” Seong-je said with a voice so soft Min-ji almost didn’t recognize it,
With his eyes studying her like she was a piece of art, Seongje finally handed her the phone. “Be careful next time.”
The girl almost couldn't believe it as she took it in her hands, Min-ji felt her stomach flip, but not in the usual nauseating way that she felt every time he and his friends were around.
This was different, it almost felt good.
“T…thanks.” Min-ji mumbled before bolting the hell out of there.
Seongje stood still for a second, his eyes following the girl running up the hill, with an unfamiliar warm sensation in his chest.
He didn’t realize he was smiling until he saw his reflection on the car window in front of him.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
All he knew was that he stopped bullying her.
He didn’t stop his friends though, even if that made his skin crawl, but it would be weird if he intervened and everyone would think that he was in love with her or something.
The truth was, Seongje didn’t really know what love was, he had never felt it before.
He never really wanted to anyway.
The weeks passed and no matter how hard he tried, Seongje couldn’t stop thinking about her, the image of her dancing freely in the sunset replayed incessantly in his mind like a broken record.
He couldn’t stop staring at her either, his eyes followed everywhere she went even if it was unconsciously.
That’s when Seong-je started to follow her home, keeping his distance so that Min-ji wouldn’t see him there. Just like a secret guardian angel.
It was just to make sure the girl got home safe, that no one tried to mess with her. Or maybe it was just to see her dance again in the golden sunset light.
Sometimes he didn’t even follow her the whole way, because sometimes, in the middle of the way it occurred to him.
What the fuck was he doing?
Why the fuck was he going all soft for a girl? Especially Min-ji, who probably hated him.
It was fucking stupid and Seongje would feel so pathetic it hurt. Besides, he had more important things to do.
But when he’d give up and go take care of the Union’s business he couldn’t get Min-ji out of his head. Her instagram feed was his escape from the guilt of not walking her home.
Not that she posted much and rarely pictures of herself. Seongje was kind of expecting that, after all Min-ji didn’t interact with anyone at school and she practically tried to make herself invisible.
What Seongje didn’t know was that Min-ji had a secret life.
When he caught her phone, Min-ji almost had a heart attack because if that phone or any of her electronics fell on the wrong hands her life would be over. You see, Min-ji had a secret.
Because, when Seong-je’s friends said that the most sweet and shy girls are the most freaky sluts, they weren’t wrong.
Min-ji was a nobody in school. What no one could’ve guessed was that she was one of the most popular fanfic writers on the Internet. And not just any type of fanfic, it was the most slutty, ungodly things someone could imagine. It was basically written porn.
Sometimes Min-ji would even write about herself. She wrote about her deepest hidden desires.
Things that would make even the boys in her class look at her in shock of how a virgin could write so detailed sex.
How she wanted a man to take care of her, how she wanted to be a good girl and do what she was told. How she wanted someone who praised her, who would guide her in her first time.
This was Min-ji’s escape.
Because in the online world, she was protected by anonymity. And she was surrounded by people who understood her.
Well, Seongje didn’t know about this. But he was about to find out.
It was one cold afternoon after school had ended.
Min-ji didn’t take notes of the last class because her mind kept wondering, to places it shouldn’t go. She kept imagining the scenes of her latest working fanfic.
Of which, among other things, she would been bent over a school desk and fucked with no mercy until she came. Min-ji pressed her thighs together as she felt getting wet.
Seong-je noticed her tuning out more than usual, not even a flicker of reaction when his friends teased her or threw things at her.
Weird. Was she sick or something? It got him worried even if Seongje knew it was stupid.
As always, he followed her home, keeping a safe distance.
Usually, once he saw Min-ji close the front door, Seongje would just go on with his life, taking care of his business.
For some reason, Seongje stayed a little longer.
He was well aware of how creepy he looked, but he has no idea what else to do. He had never felt this way.
Just to make sure, he took a moment to look around the street, it was empty.
Without thinking, Seongje got closer to the old house. Through the window he couldn’t see anyone. He walked around the building for a bit, but there was no trace of Min-ji whatsoever.
Nothing that resembled a girl’s bedroom either.
That was because Min-ji's bedroom was the basement that her grandmother threw her in so that the girl wouldn’t bother her. The only window she had was a small one near the ceiling that faced a corner of the small backyard.
Seongje walked around the back, cursing himself for what he was doing. But not seeing any trace of Min-ji got him even more worried.
The backyard was incredibly small, through the windows there was also no sign of life.
His eyes found a small window on the ground on a corner of the house that faced nothing more than the tiny space between the building and the brick fence.
There was a faint light coming from it. Seongje crouched to get a better look.
As soon as he saw what was going on inside his jaw fucking dropped to the floor.
There it was, Han Min-ji, the girl he swore was just shy and sweet, laying on her bed with only a red laced bra, playing with her cunt as if her life depended on it.
Seongje felt a wave of dizziness swirling over him, so much that he needed to grab the wall for support.
He felt the heat rising on his body, heart racing, the knot forming in his crotch.
Fuck she looked so good like this, so fucking hot. He was already starting to get hard.
Min-ji however was utterly unaware of his presence. Reading the most ungodly porn she had ever written, as she imagined herself.
She had her back to the window so she didn’t see him and Seongje couldn’t see her fully.
But fuck it she was already perfect like that. He wanted her so bad it hurt.
And if Seongje thought dozens of times about texting her but couldn’t bring himself to, now he didn’t even though twice.
Min-ji had her legs trembling at that point, waves of pleasure making her feel almost dizzy. Her fingers circled her clit frantically, dripping her juices into the sheets.
A message on instagram, from no one more than Geum Seongje.
She didn’t click on the notification, it was a photo.
Whatever, it wasn’t the first time her bullies tormented her through social media.
Besides, Min-ji was too busy to care. Otherwise she would have realized that Seongje hadn’t bullied her in almost two months. Not even a single comment.
The girl was almost reaching her climax when another notification popped up.
Min-ji froze. Her blood ran cold seeing the letter on the screen. She clicked on it.
The photo was of her room, taken from the window carefully not to catch her on the frame but strong enough to send a message.
Her head snapped to the window. To her horror, Min-ji’s eyes landed on Seongje who waved at her with his usual cocky grin, a gaze of someone lost in lust.
The girl dressed her oversized shirt and rushed to the window. The adrenaline flooding her veins.
On her tiptoes, Min-ji yanked it open. The cold air brushing her face as her eyes stared deeply into Seongje’s.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Min-ji asked breathless.
Seongje bit his lip as if controlling himself.
“Just walking home, I live a couple blocks.” It wasn’t really a lie.
Min-ji parted her lips to answer back, but maybe it was the years of enduring every hit quietly. Her voice wouldn’t come out.
“You look like you were having fun all by yourself.” Seongje teased darkening his smirk. “Want me to come in and help you?”
Min-ji widened her eyes with his suggestion. In that moment, she didn’t know what got her into her head. She spat the words before she could even process.
But immediately after she said that, Min-ji flinched back, like she was stunned with her own words. With her own audacity.
For a split of a second, the smirk on Seongje’s face flattened.
Finally, he was seeing Min-ji without her usual fear. It sparked something inside of him.
“That’s it.” Seongje said, amused. “Finally standing up for yourself Min-ji. Should’ve done that a long time ago.”
Min-ji could only frown at him, in completely disbelief. That’s when she heard the front door closed, her grandma walking upstairs as she had just arrived home.
The panic set on her stomach.
“Get the fuck out of here, before you get us both in trouble.”
Seongje slowly got up without breaking eye contact with her once.
“See you tomorrow, princess.” he said, winking at her and blowing a kiss before finally leaving.
For a while Min-ji didn’t dare to move. She simply stood there, as her heart hammered on her throat in her mind raised with every possible thought.
Thinking about what just happened.
She had noticed that Seongje had gone quieter with her for a while now.
She just thought he got bored with her.
But what the hell was he doing in her house?
Min-ji try to remember every interaction they ever had.
Because actually when Min-ji first got to the school, one of the first people she saw was Seongje. He was tall, strong and had the bad boy charm written all over his face. At that time, she couldn’t really deny how hot he was, and for the first week or so she actually had a crush on him.
But then his friends noticed her, in every bit of attraction she had for him died there.
Or at least that’s what Min-ji always told herself. But maybe the darkest part of her mind still thought about him.
Min-ji pressed her thighs against each other instinctively, maybe that part would want to accept his suggestion.
And when he called her a princess….
God she hated to admit, but the word melted something inside of her.
Min-ji had a kink, in fact she had some of them. But more than anything, Min-ji loved to be praised.
It drove her insane, desperate. Like a drug she couldn’t get enough of.
And as much as Min-ji hated to admit, her mind started to imagine it. How it would be with Seongje.
It made her come as she never did before, her body dazzled with waves of pleasure as the orgasm tore her apart.
The next morning, when the ecstasy of desire had worn off, Min-ji started to really think about the consequences of her encounter with Seongje.
Her whole body tensed with panic. It was so obvious that he was going to tell his friends. Min-ji didn’t want to go to school, the thought alone was nauseating.
Maybe she could just stay in her room forever, in the world that wouldn’t hurt her.
But she couldn’t, could she?
Her walk to school was unbearable, panic racing in her chest as every thought possible ran through her mind.
Did he tell his friends? Probably.
And they would never stop haunting her.
But then something else occurred to her.
Seongje had purposefully cropped her out of the picture he sent her.
He hadn’t bullied her for a while. Min-ji could even swear that he looked at her differently.
Ever since the day she ran into him on the street, the day he was surprisingly nice to her.
No that was fucking impossible.
Min-ji stepped into the classroom before the bell rang like she always did.
Seongje wasn’t there yet.
No surprise, his crew always entered after the teacher had started. If they came to class at all.
And as always, the five of them entered right after the bell rang.
Laughing at their stupid jokes, cursing loudly as if they owned the ground beneath their feet.
Min-ji glanced as they entered.
Her eyes met Seongje’s for a brief moment, and she could swear that she saw a different look on his face.
Now it was the moment of truth. The moment where her world could crumble.
They didn’t say a word about what happened the day before. They didn’t know.
Seongje hadn’t told them.
Relief bloomed in her chest, making her muscles relax.
Lunch finally rolled around.
Min-ji was eating quietly in a far corner of the cafeteria. Alone as always.
But this time she felt a gaze hovering over her.
Even from afar, sitting with his boys, he couldn’t stop staring at her. And now he had the pleasure of watching her reaction.
The way a soft pinkish tone bloomed on her face when their eyes met.
Min-ji was minding her own business when one of the popular girls and her group strolled by.
The girl was known to Min-ji, just another person who enjoyed making her suffer.
She lowered her head as the group passed, hoping they wouldn’t see her. But they had already set the target on her. With a rough and violent swing, the girl threw a pack of milk that burst right into Min-ji’s back
The blast echoed through the cafeteria, making every eye turn.
“Boys, which one of you couldn’t hold yourself?” The girl asked mockingly.
Laughter erupted in the room, viciously loud. Accompanied by the whistles and crude jokes.
But there was someone that wasn’t laughing.
Seongje. His eyes blazed with fury, fists clenching so hard he ended up breaking his chopsticks.
Min-ji, on the other hand, didn't even cry. She was more than used to it.
The lunch break was almost over, but Min-ji was still in the bathroom, trying for dear life to at least dry her shirt in the hand dryers.
Because, as if the blasting a milk carton on her wasn’t enough, another girl poured a soda can right on her chest.
The fabric was drenched, not to mention the filthy smell it left.
The harsh sound of the dryer made it impossible for Min-ji to hear when the door opened, and when someone locked it from the inside.
“This smells so bad.” Min-ji complained to herself as she desperately tried to wipe herself off even if she knew it was in vain.
With her head down, she didn’t see him walk in behind her.
Eyes sparkling with excitement.
“You shouldn’t let them do that.” He casually said leaning back on the stall divider.
Min-ji jumped as his voice cut the silence. Her eyes flickered to the mirror in front of her.
His reflection was already staring back at her, lips twitching upwards, with his usual crooked smirk.
“What are you doing here?” Min-ji asked, as she turned around. “You can’t…”
“That’s not gonna dry.” Seongje cut her off.
Min-ji’s heart stuttered. Facing him after what had happened the day before felt surreal.
Seongje threw her a piece of white cloth.
Catching it in the air, Min-ji inspected it with a frown.
It was his cleaned t-shirt from PE class.
She almost couldn’t believe it.
Why the fuck was he being all nice to her? Like he hadn’t bullied her himself.
Well right now that shirt was the only piece of cleaned clothing Min-ji had to wear.
And she, sensing the wet fabric of her own shirt clinging to her skin, screamed at her to take it off.
The thing was, Seongje was right there, watching her.
“Can you… turn around?” Min-ji’s voice was barely a whisper.
Seongje chuckled as if the request was ridiculous. “No.”
This tone was so final that Min-ji didn’t even bother to argue.
She just turned around, feeling a fool because she was literally standing in front of a mirror.
Her hand reached for the first button, hesitant to take it off.
“You’re still acting shy with me after what I saw yesterday?” Seongje teased as the heat flooded his veins.
Min-ji pressed her lips against each other.
Slowly, she started to unbutton her shirt, her pale skin peeked.
Seongje watched, lips parted, vision almost blurry with desire.
He felt his dick twitching inside his pants with each button. Each inch of skin Min-ji showed.
Looking at his reflection, she could see the bulge in his pants.
It made her breath catch at the sight that Min-ji couldn’t stop staring.
“Never saw a man get hard for you?” His voice was sweet and dangerous at the same time.
Min-ji widened her eyes at his audacity, at the way he just said it so casually.
As she unbuttoned the last buttons, her wet shirt peeled off her skin, revealing her black lace bra.
Seongje could only stare at her, completely hypnotized.
“I liked the red one better.” He said, pushing himself off the wall. “It’s soaked, you should take it off. Let me help you.”
Min-ji stood still, breath coming in uneven bursts watching as he got closer to her.
She should’ve said no. She should’ve ran out of there.
But she didn’t. Maybe she never wanted to.
Min-ji trembled when his hand found her waist. Soft and delicate as if he was afraid he might break her.
Seongje placed himself behind her, chest almost touching her back, thighs grazing her ass.
The other hand he brought to Minji’s shoulder. Her bare skin tightened with his touch.
His palm felt so warm, it blurred her vision for a moment, her knees threatening to give out.
And Seongje felt it of course.
“Don’t need to be so nervous, princess.” Seongje whispered to her ear, lips hovering over her skin so much that she could feel the heat irradiating from them.
Fuck, that word. Minji felt her walls closing as her panties started to soak.
“If you want me to stop, just say it and I will.” Seongje tilted his head slightly to get a better look at her reflection.
Min-ji didn’t say a word, she couldn’t even think straight.
But one thing she knew for sure, she did not want him to stop.
Seongje got the message with a smirk cracking on his face. He took his time, letting his fingers brush, with a light amount of pressure, along her neck to her shoulder.
“Why are you doing this?” Min-ji asked with a stutter. “You don’t even find me pretty.”
“Who told you that?” Seongje murmured as his fingers found the strap of her bra, carefully pulling it aside.
Min-ji gulped. “Your friends always say…”
“I’m not my friends Min-ji.” Seongje cut her off with a slightly harsher tone. As if the thought pissed him off.
And just like that, Seongje pressed his lips on her shoulder, slowly, carefully, like she was a piece of art for him to worship.
The kiss made Min-ji melt into him, hips weakening and buckling forward which made Seongje tighten the grip on her hip to hold her in place.
And almost instinctively, he pressed his body against hers, caging her against the marble counter top.
Min-ji felt it. His dick through the thin barrier of his pants as Seongje slowly grinded against her ass.
“You feel that?” He asked as he continued to press slow and deliberate kisses trailing up to her neck. “That’s how hard you get me.”
The vibration of his voice against their skin sent a shiver down her spine, it made her gasp.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Another kiss, this one with his teeth grazing softly her skin
Min-ji rolled her eyes with the faintest whimper as the pleasure of his lips began flowing on her muscles.
“You like that don’t you?”
Min-ji could only nod, her lips parted, cheeks completely flushed red.
Suddenly, Seongje’s hand left her arm and picked something inside his pocket.
“I know you do.” Seongje said with a dark smile, as he placed her phone on top of the counter. “You’re quite a writer Min-ji.”
The girl froze, eyes widened as she saw the most important and private thing in her life in his hand.
With the panic creeping on her muscles, Min-ji turned her head slightly back to meet his eyes.
“Got from the teacher’s office.” Seongje answered before she could finish, with his hand, tugging her hair behind her ear.
“The things you write here, almost made me come in my pants.” He continued. “Pretty detailed for a virgin.”
“Are you gonna tell anyone?” Min-ji asked dropping her head to the floor
Seongje sensed the way her voice cracked with despair.
“Of course not.” He pressed a kiss on her cheek. “It’s gonna be our little secret.”
Min-ji’s body relaxed and she let herself melt into his touch.
It made a smirk draw on his face.
“Maybe they’re right.” His hand pulled the other strap of her bra aside. “Maybe you are a slut.”
The word hit Min-ji like a slap, she dropped her head again, eyes on the ground with shame.
“Oh that’s right, I’m sorry princess." he chuckled, brushing her hair off her back so he could kiss the back of her neck. “I know you don’t like that.”
His voice was so soft, so warm, his lips so gentle on her neck, it made Min-ji pull her body back towards Seongje, desperately searching for contact.
As soon as he felt her ass rolling on his dick, Seongje couldn’t even contain the groan that escaped his mouth. The kisses on Min-ji’s neck increased, got slopier, almost turning into a frantic pace as if he was losing his restraints.
“You like to be praised. Isn’t that right princess?”
Min-ji only hummed, a broken, almost choked hum as she nodded.
“Want to be a good girl? Do what you’re told?” Seongje continued against her skin.
She had to take a deep breath to answer. “Yes.”
“Fuck, you sound so fucking perfect.” He took his hand to her interthigh, fingertips trailing upwards feeling the heat that seemed to intensify as he reached her core.
She nodded with the knot on her stomach pulling tighter and tighter.
Seongje’s teeth nibbled gently on her neck. “Be a good girl and beg for it.”
Min-ji rolled her eyes with his hand resting in her tight. So close, so fucking close.
He smirked and found the band of her panties.
The moment he slid his hand inside, Min-ji lost herself in his touch.
They both let out a gasp.
“Shit… you’re dripping.” His fingers curled on her clit. “All of this for me?”
“Hmhm.” Min-ji couldn’t even think. Her legs weakened with his touch, threatening to give out, eyes pressed shut and her lips parted with faint whimpers coming out.
Min-ji was trying her best to stay quiet, she really was.
But the moment Seongje sank two fingers inside of her, her body jolted forward with a moan he immediately silenced by putting his hand on her mouth.
“Shhh.” He kissed her cheek.” You need to be quiet, baby. Can you do that for me?”
Feeling her nod, Seongje slowly pulled his hand away to grip her hip, his palm hot and humid from her breath.
“Your so… g… good Seongje.” Her eyes widened at his, through the mirror.
Seeing her like that was pure heaven. Seongje felt his own breath slightly raged, his hips buckling into her ass, just in the same rhythm his fingers thrusted into her.
“You’re taking my fingers so well baby.”
Min-ji squirmed under his grip, jerking her hips with pleasure that was building inside her. Her walls clenching around his fingers with each thrust when he found the right spot.
The girl had to bit her lip to control her moaning.
And Seongje himself was losing his self control, his breath coming in uneven bursts.
“Fuck… I could just bend you over the counter and fuck you. You would love that wouldn’t you?”
The idea made the pressure inside Min-ji even stronger, pulling desperately for a release.
It was too much for him. Seongje was about to unzip his pants when another thought occurred to him. One that overwhelmed him so badly he slowly stopped.
Min-ji was a virgin, he knew it was going to hurt her even if he didn’t mean to.
Besides, she deserved more than a sloppy and rushed first time in a school bathroom.
Seongje wanted to give her more than that.
He was about to stop completely and talk to her when a knock on the door made them both jump and pull apart.
“Is someone in there?” A muffled voice asked.
Min-ji turned to him with a flash of panic in her eyes.
And Seongje understood, he cupped her cheek gently.
“It’s okay princess.” He whispered. “Just tell them you were getting dressed.”
And that was exactly what she did.
In the meantime, Seongje climbed his way out of there through the window near the ceiling.
After class, Min-ji went straight home as always.
She didn’t saw Seongje again nor his friends, they all had skipped the last classes.
Her mind was still racing, her muscles still bore the ghost of Seongje’s touch.
Little did Min-ji know that it wasn’t so sudden. It had been building up for the last months.
Min-ji locked herself in the safety of her room. Deep down, she was waiting for him, for Seongje to appear in her window.
She couldn’t even be quiet, pacing around the room with her heart pounding on her skull. Min-ji stopped before the mirror, contemplating her image, his oversized shirt falling down on her body.
Seongje’s words echoed in her mind. You’re so fucking beautiful
Did he really mean it or was it just because he was horny?
Min-ji didn’t care, no one ever told her that, at least not in the way he told her. With such certainty, such passion. It was hard for her to believe that it was just for sex.
The wait extended through the rest of the afternoon. Until eventually Min-ji just accepted that he wasn’t coming.
A hint of disappointment prickled her body.
What the fuck was she expecting from a guy like him?
Min-ji didn’t have much to eat at dinner, she didn’t really had any appetite either.
She decided to take a shower before bed. That would help her to ease her mind.
Lucky for her, the basement was practically a suit, she could have her own bathroom without anyone to annoy her.
Min-ji stepped out of the shower, shiny silk hair falling on her back, droplets running down skin with a towel firmly wrapped around her.
Her phone, laying on the porcelain sink, buzzed.
The screen lit up as Min-ji took it in her hand.
It was notification from instagram.
@geum.Seongje followed you.
Her heart jumped. Min-ji was going to follow him back when another notification.
Min-ji felt her body trembling, as she opened the chat.
The girl couldn’t hold the smile that drew on her face. They continued talking as Min-ji got dressed with her pajamas.
Yeah.
I wanted to stop by your place.
But I got busy. Sorry :(
@geum.Seongje
Did anyone mess with you?
You used to do the same to me.
@geum.Seongje
I know…
I’m sorry
I’m trying to redeem myself
Did you liked it in the bathroom?
I can make it even better
if you let me.
Fuck you’re making me hard again.
Min-ji pressed her thighs together, feeling the heat pulsating between her legs. With his shirt on over her pajamas, she could still feel his warmth, his smell.
Could you send me some of the things you write?
Just to know how to give you what you like.
If the conversation was with any other girl, Seongje would already have sent and received a dozen nudes.
But strangely enough, he didn’t want to. First because he wanted to see her in person, where he could physically touch her and make her feel special.
Second because he wanted to see her reaction when she saw him.
And finally because he felt too fucking detached just look at each other over the phone.
Like you need to learn something
Probably had sex tons of times
But never with you.
I wanna know what you like.
How to make you feel good
That’s it baby
Fuck I love when you tell me what you want.
Tomorrow after class I’ll stop by your house.
So I can give you everything you deserve.
Holy shit I’m so hard for you.
Please just send me one of your fantasies
It took a while for Min-ji to find the best work she had ever written and send it to him.
It was about her fantasy of her first time, exactly how she wanted it to go.
How she wanted to be touched, praised, loved.
I’m gonna try not to come in my pants
Fuck it was already past midnight. She wanted to have a good night of sleep so she could be ready for Seongje the next day.
And even him seemed to read her mind.
It’s getting late princess
You should go to sleep.
Sleep tight.
I’ll be dreaming about you
