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Despite feeling her eyes drooping down and sleepiness constantly crashing through her in waves, Minjeong was taking notes of the lesson that was being discussed diligently, writing every detail that seemed noteworthy and would most likely pop up in the examination.
The monotonous voice of her instructor was almost lulling her to sleep and if it wasn’t for the man’s endless call for her name—an inquiry or a cent or two following—she would have slammed her head on her desk and dozed off.
She was definitely the faculty’s favorite. A teacher’s pet. She was the perfect role model for all the students and that’s probably why it wasn’t such a hard feat to win the presidential position during the student council election.
She was pretty and well-groomed from head to toe, always wearing the right amount of makeup to give off a natural look and she made sure that her uniform was well-ironed before slipping into it.
She was friendly and nice, putting on a smile and chirping a warm greeting for everyone regardless of whether or not they were acquainted. Sure, there were students who absolutely hated her guts for absolutely no reason at all except for being envious but she didn’t pay them no mind. Everyone practically loved her and her parents taught her not to get caught up in negativity.
She was smart and responsible, making sure that she was always on top of her game no matter what. She was number two in the overall ranking and she made it her goal to shoot for the top spot.
That’s pretty much the reason why she was sleepy right now. She decided to pull an all-nighter so she could study a few things in advance and she only managed to squeeze in a few hours of sleep before waking up to do her meticulous routine of getting ready for school.
Wash here, wash there.
Shave any sign of hair growing where it shouldn’t be according to beauty standards—in her own accord, of course. Fuck the patriarchy.
Then followed her skincare routine and a thirty minute makeup session, a motivational podcast running in the background.
After that, a light breakfast while reading the news on her phone, both local and global, in the hopes of sparking some sort of inspiration for her next think piece.
And then she’s pretty much ready to go. Prim and proper and always on time for her dad to drop her off before heading to work.
Sure, it was tedious but doing it every single day of her life without fail made it a breeze.
Anyway, she was even part of the volleyball team and she dabbled in journalism and photography for her extracullicular activities.
Of course, with all things considered, it made her receive a flood of confessions from men and women alike but she had always turned them down as politely as she could. She wasn’t really interested in dating and having a relationship.
Sort of.
As Minjeong looked up and peered through the windows that overlooked the hallways, something caught her eye. No, more like someone.
She instantly frowned when their eyes met, the ballpoint of her pen scratching her paper as her hand slowly stopped its task.
Huh Yunjin.
Yunjin was the exact opposite of her. She presented herself rather callously in her rather godly standards—necktie hanging loose from her collar, school shoes substituted for runners, and sweatpants underneath her skirt.
She couldn’t care less about academics or extracullicular activities. Well, except for track and field. She didn’t even care about school politics, being one of the few who abstained during the election.
Minjeong shouldn’t really care that much either except for the fact that Huh Yunjin was pretty much the fucking bane of her existence.
Because despite the indifference, Yunjin was naturally gifted. She excelled in every subject without even trying as much as she did, consistently landing her the number one spot without breaking a sweat.
Their school even sends her to compete in debates, both regional and national. Honestly, it was more that they coerced her to participate. It was sitting through boring debates or cutting the source that was funding her dreams of running professionally. You know, olympics and whatever.
Minjeong had the worst experience of going up against her last year and despite coming prepared and having the best counterarguments ready, Yunjin completely obliterated her and managed to get her tongue all tied and twisted in front of a large crowd.
She knew it wasn’t personal but after wrapping up and having a little debriefing session, she couldn’t help but burst out in tears—in a mix of humiliation, annoyance and frustration.
And when she thought Yunjin was going to apologize when she approached her backstage, she only laughed at her and said ‘GG EZ’.
Whatever the fuck that means. She didn’t even know if she heard that right. All she knew was that it pissed her off enough that she had to walk out before making any crass decisions.
The crass decisions being punching her straight in the face in front of everyone, that is. Not very demure and mindful of her if that ever happened.
Since then, all Minjeong ever wanted was to steal her spot on the rankings so she could have the chance to laugh at her face too.
Hell, if she could, she would have tried her luck on track and field too but her stamina wasn’t that of a freaking horse. Even during their warmups, Yizhuo would usually tease her for being on the verge of fainting after their coach would make them run laps just to get their blood pumping.
Ugh.
Minjeong furrowed her eyebrows when Yunjin grinned at her before making a circle with her fingers and doing a jerking motion towards her parted mouth.
What the fuck.
She instantly flushed, looking around if anyone saw the little stunt she pulled. Thankfully, her classmates seem to be busy tuning in the discussion, and just like her, cramming in as much as they could in their notebooks.
Once her eyes went back to the window, Yunjin was already nowhere to be found.
But she knew what that meant.
She raised her hand almost instantly. Her teacher raised an eyebrow at the suddenness of her action, stopping mid lecture and bringing down his book to his chest.
“Yes, Minjeong?”
Great, now everyone was staring with curiosity evident in their eyes, waiting for her to finally blurt out what she had in mind.
“I know there’s a quiz after the discussion but can I go to the nurse’s office real quick? I just feel a little, err, lightheaded all of the sudden.” She sheepishly announced, her fingers fiddling with her skirt in growing nervousness as the man stared her down. She wasn’t too fond of lying—even if it was just a little white lie—and she was scared that he would catch her in the act. “I’ll just ask them for meds and come back as soon as I can. I promise.”
“There’s no need to rush. If they need you to lay down for a bit, it’s better to take their advice.” He hummed, even giving her a nod as a signal to dismiss herself. “I’ll just move the quiz to our next meeting so everyone can take it.”
Amidst the cheers of her classmates and their teacher’s disapprovement of their boisterous reaction, Minjeong slipped out of the classroom, her heart pounding a little too loud next to her ears as she treaded through the barren hallway.
Her feet eventually made their way to a section of their school with a few unused and old classrooms that served as storage. The eerie silence would have definitely spooked her out if it wasn’t for the giddy feeling that was brewing in the pits of her stomach.
She turned to a corner slowly, looking behind her to check if somebody had managed to follow her tracks. Once she was at ease, she entered the room that was at the end of the corridor, turning the knob as carefully as she could and opening the door that creaked as it swung.
She instantly saw a figure sitting on one of the chairs, behind her a heap of stacked up piles of desks as if it was a makeshift fortress. The window that opened to the back of another building was wide open, letting in the breeze and making the room less stuffier than it should have.
“Oh. Good. I thought you weren’t coming.” Yunjin greeted her with a breathless chuckle, putting her phone down on the desk. She stood up, circling around her figure before she stood behind her. “I was ‘bout to call someone else, you know. I was starting to get bored.”
Minjeong pursed her lips. There was a shot of annoyance that coursed through her for a split second once the thought settled inside her head.
“Someone else? Are you that impatient? I came as fast as I possibly could.”
“I was kidding.” A laugh. “As much as you proclaim that you hate me with all your heart, I don’t think you’re too fond of thinking about me with someone else, huh?”
Yunjin started playing with her hair, her fingers raking through the blonde waves that reached all the way to her shoulders. She leaned down, her lips grazing ever so slightly against the shell of her ear.
“I guess it’s pretty cute. I’m flattered.”
“Can we just get it over with?” Minjeong huffed. The warm breath that fanned next to her ear only made her body react in ways that she didn’t know it could a few months prior. She felt as if she was boiling from the inside, a surge of electricity prickling her skin as a hand placed itself on her stomach. “I don’t want to miss my next class like last time.”
“Missing one class isn’t the end of the world.” She replied with a snicker, instantly rewarding her with a glare. Both of her hands were now on her waist, pulling her close until the swell of her ass met her pelvis. “You should even thank me for saving you from boredom.”
The next thing that Minjeong knew was that their lips were already pressed against each other, her tongue fighting a losing battle of dominance. It didn’t help that her hands were touching her at every spot that coaxed a whimper.
Okay, she probably needed to backtrack a little. How the hell did she get herself in this position when she confidently claimed that Yunjin was some sort of academic rival that she badly wanted to take down?
There wasn’t really a concrete answer to it. Well, none that she could come up with. Rivalry was a funny thing. First, it was just her joining every competition that she could get a wind of—only if Yunjin was participating, of course.
It didn’t matter what it was.
Seriously.
She even asked one of her juniors to teach her how to play chess and she spent about two whole weeks watching videos of grandmasters going through the notion of moving pieces across the black and white board and whatnot. Again, Yunjin just obliterated her despite all her efforts.
It didn’t take long for Yunjin to notice what she was up to. It wasn’t that hard to put two and two together when they keep finding themselves up against each other indefinitely, always being the last men standing amidst other competitors.
Yunjin only seemed entertained by this and she started going along with her shenanigans. She was even convinced that they were acquainted enough for her to tease the living shit out of her whenever she lost to her—which was a regular occurrence.
The only time Minjeong ever stood a chance was if it involved mathematics and computation. While Yunjin excels at retaining information and creating arguments out of thin air, she fucking sucked at anything that involved numbers and it actually takes her a while to wrap her mind around an equation.
Sure, if compared to the average student, Yunjin was still pretty good at it but against her, a self-proclaimed human calculator and with both her parents being accountants, the odds weren’t exactly in her favor whatsoever.
It was definitely satisfying to see her frustrated, gritting her teeth and folding her arms across her chest when she couldn’t keep up with her. It was such a rare sight and she loved savoring every second of it.
Minjeong didn’t even know when their little rivalry turned into undeniable sexual tension. She started to find their encounters exhilarating, always finding a way to rile each other up, and maybe she began craving for that kind of thrill and it evolved into something that was a totally different entity altogether.
Maybe Yunjin felt the same way.
Just because they began making out and groping each other in the middle of a heated argument. Believe her, as much as she found her existence exasperating, their exchanges only ranged from teasing, bickering, and petty taunts that didn’t really lead to something more personal.
She couldn’t even remember what they were arguing about. The only ‘moral lesson’ she could take away from it was that Yunjin’s mouth tasted like peppermint and true to how it looked, her lips were indeed soft and plump.
Yunjin was a good kisser.
Well, not that Minjeong had the proper data to compare her performance. She had never been with somebody before except for a few suitors that she had given permission to pursue her.
It probably didn’t even count—mostly because she was just forced to relent to their advances due to the fact that they might be a friend of a friend or somebody that her parents introduced to her; and as a people pleaser, she didn’t want to disappoint those who were close to her.
Anyway, that was literally her first kiss. So, obviously, Yunjin also ticked most of her other first times off the list.
Again, Minjeong wasn’t too fond of lying but when Yunjin told her that she wanted to come over to finally do the deed, she found herself in front of her mother, informing her that one of her ‘classmates’ was coming over for a ‘study session’—even giving her a heads up not to bother them throughout the day.
Both her parents were a bit strict about inviting people over so she had to stand there, concealing the fact that she was starting to become a nervous wreck, waiting for a response or for any question regarding her ‘classmate’ and their whereabouts.
She almost sighed in relief when her mother had agreed to the prospect of a visitor without an hour-long interrogation.
Surprisingly, the woman was instantly smitten by Yunjin’s charm, quick wits, and that damn smile of hers that always reached her eyes. Minjeong had to cringe at the way her mother laughed at every joke that she would come up with and how she humored every compliment hurled at her.
She wondered if her mother would still be as charmed if she ever found out that she was fucking her daughter into the mattress after eating the snacks that she prepared for them. Under her own roof, by the way.
She was pretty sore after that—with it being her first time and all. Oh, and Yunjin wasn’t exactly average sized and it was pretty much a tight fit before they figured out a good and steady rhythm.
But she seemed to develop quite the libido after getting her cherry popped. Every single time they would fuck around, it seemed as if her cravings were just getting stronger and stronger, maybe even harder to manage and it left her bouncing her leg during classes.
Seriously, at this point, they were fucking almost everyday. It didn’t matter when and where. At the dark corner of the library? The storage room at the gym? An empty classroom? In a cubicle? On the bus? At her own house while her family was downstairs? It’s like they had some sort of bucket list to finish and they were speedrunning it.
Believe her, until now, she didn’t know how she’s able to manage juggling all her responsibilities and commitments when she’s getting railed in between. Guess she’s just that good at time management. Truly a talent.
“Your waist is so tiny, Minjeong.”
By the time that Yunjin had pulled away from her lips, her top was already undone, ruining how neat it was tucked on her skirt. Her hands were secured on her waist as she grinded against her, her clothed dick enjoying every bit of friction it could get.
“Sooooo cute. Could almost wrap my hands around it.” She chuckled, her hands slipping underneath her blouse. She cupped her breasts before giving it a rough squeeze, a satisfied smile creeping on her lips as she let out a whimper. “I keep thinking ‘bout you in class, you know. I can’t exactly sit still.”
“So you decided to go bother me in the middle of class? Can’t you wait until lunch time?”
“You were literally clinging unto me and whining like a puppy when we passed by each other in the hallway yesterday, begging me to eat you out or whatever.” She raised an eyebrow. “I was supposed to have a meeting with my coach but I still did it without any questions asked! Aren’t I so good to you? He scolded me for not showing up on time, for your information.”
Minjeong elbowed her, a pout accompanying her annoyed expression. “You’re acting like letting you eat me out is the worst thing ever.”
“It’s actually the best thing ever.” A grin. “Suck me off? Please? I actually think it’s only fair that you do so.”
“Okay, fine. Sit down and be good.”
Minjeong eventually found herself on her knees, a heavy weight resting on her tongue. There was a hand on the back of her head, coaxing her to slide her mouth further and further until she could reach the base with each rake of her fingers through her hair.
Yunjin sighed in total bliss, her teeth nipping at her bottom lip as inches after inches were engulfed by warmth. She was slumped on a chair, her legs spread so she had ample space between it.
“My pretty baby.” She hummed, her fingers tucking the loose hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek. “Only mine.”
My pretty baby.
Only mine.
Minjeong couldn’t help but feel giddy, honey splashing inside her chest as she nuzzled herself against her palm. She didn’t even know if it meant something to her or if it was just mere words thrown around at the heat of the moment—but there was something deep within her that didn’t quite like it if it was ever meaningless.
She shrugged it off, deciding to focus on the task at hand. Once she felt the tip of her cock hit the back of her throat, she had to pull back ever so slightly before the urge to cough could make its way into her system.
She made up by wrapping her dainty fingers around her girth, slowly jerking her off as she hollowed her cheek.
Her drool made the slide easier and it didn’t take long for Yunjin to fill the empty classroom with moans and shaky whimpers, her legs quivering whenever she dug her tongue against her slit. Her sounds of pleasure probably echoed throughout the hallway but the thought of getting caught only seemed to egg her on further.
“Mnn, you got so good,” Yunjin said breathlessly, thumbing the beauty mark on her cheekbone. She was looking at her with half-lidded eyes, watching every move she made. “I mean, nnh, compared to when you almost bit my dick off the first time,”
Minjeong had to send her a glare, swatting her thighs to show her silent disapproval.
“Have you been practicing? So competitive.” A hum. “I better be the only one you’re sucking off or I’ll get jealous.”
She slid her dick out of her mouth, her hands still pumping up and down with a steady rhythm. God, it was so fucking big, her fingers could barely wrap around it. “Why would you be?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you have no right to be.”
“Hmppp—!” Yunjin pouted childishly, her arms folding across her chest in the same fashion. “How annoying. You’re going to make me go soft.”
Minjeong looked at her with a raised eyebrow before her eyes went downwards, staring at her dick that was obviously not going to go down anytime soon. “You’re kidding.” She started giggling, giving it a rough squeeze. “I doubt that.”
Without waiting for a reply, she started giving the tip kitten licks, knowing that it was one of her few weak and sensitive spots. She was satisfied when it started twitching on her hold, wasting no time to suckle on the blunt head.
“That’s unfair.” A grunt. “Fuck, wait a second, slow down, Minjeong,”
Yunjin’s hands cradled both sides of her head, her body slumping forward. She was trying not to push her mouth further, always so considerate, her fingers quivering as she fought the urge to grab a fistful of her hair.
Minjeong really loved how her name would rally out of her mouth nonstop once pleasure courses through her veins. It was wave after wave of Minjeong, Minjeong, Minjeong—slightly breathless and a pitch higher.
It was definitely music to her ears.
Heck, her favorite sight was probably seeing her writhing and shaking underneath her palm.
She thought it was cute.
And most of all, she absolutely loved that this was only hers to experience—possessive as it might sound.
“Min—nnh, Minjeong, so fucking good, holy shit,” Yunjin’s head hung low, her hands sat on her shoulders for a second before she clasped it behind her neck. “More, please,”
Despite knowing she had the biggest gag reflex ever, Minjeong swallowed her all the way to the base in one go, her fingers tangling on the fabric of her skirt. She couldn’t breathe properly and her jaws felt as if it would rip but the onslaught of whines and whimpers that echoed throughout the room made it seem worth it.
She started bobbing her head, her eyes fluttering close as she focused on breathing through her nose. She stuck out her tongue, caressing the underside of her length with each delve.
All she could hear was her name constantly slipping out of her lips and a winded apology whenever she accidentally bucked her hips and made her take more than she could.
She only realized how much she was drooling all over her when she pulled away to finally catch her breath, strings of saliva and precum still connecting her mouth to her cock.
“So messy.” She mumbled hoarsely, leaving kisses all over her length. The spit that ran on it almost served as a gloss for her lips, a wet squelch evident when she gave it a jerk.
She looked up slowly, her lips still pressed on her cock while her tight fist went up and down. Their eyes met like magnets, and it was a surprise to her when Yunjin suddenly choked on a gasp, a hand grabbing her shoulder tightly.
“Gonna—gonna cum, mnnh, fu—“
It was a little too late of a warning, her body already shaking before she could finish what she was saying. Her cock had twitched twice before it shuttled her load everywhere.
“What the fuck.” Minjeong huffed, quick to pull back before it could get on her hair and all over her face, her palm catching the last bits of her cum. Although, it already splashed on her dark blazer, staining it with the gooey substance and it wasn’t actually so subtle.
Yunjin was still convulsing when she wiped the lone streak on her cheek, an almost incomprehensible apology making its way out of her mouth. She was panting heavily and it almost seemed as if she would faint and fall out of the chair.
“Warn me earlier, for fuck’s sake.” She clicked her tongue. Still, she gave the tip a quick kiss, a final spurt shooting on her lips. “Ugh, ew.”
She looked at her hand, her palm cupping a good amount of her load. She always swallowed for the sole reason of convenience so she was at loss.
“What am I supposed to do with this?”
Yunjin scratched her warm cheeks sheepishly. She was heaving heavily, staring at her own release as if she was trying hard to make her gears turn. “Dunno. Drink it?” A shrug. “That’s protein, you know. It’s good for you.”
“You’re actually disgusting.”
“Just wipe it somewhere.”
“Where exactly?”
It seemed like Yunjin had the brightest idea when she began grinning like an idiot. Minjeong should have known that it was either the stupidest solution or the most perverted one.
And the perverted solution today was finding herself sitting on top of a desk, both her legs propped up and spread wide open. Her panties were dangling on her ankle, her bare pussy smeared with cum.
Per her instruction, of course. She wouldn’t think of something so perverse.
Kinda.
There were long fingers working in and out of her, her load serving as lube—as if her slick wasn’t enough to make three fingers disappear inside of her without any resistance. It almost seemed as if Yunjin was trying to push it in as far as she could.
Minjeong should have heard Yizhuo’s voice scolding her. Pulling out and a quick prayer doesn’t work, blah, blah, blah, as long as there’s a dick in sight, you can get pregnant, blah, blah, blah.
What else?
“If you ever get pregnant because of your own stupidity, I’ll crash the baby shower and spread bad vibes, by the way.”
Something like that.
Because despite the possibilities close to none, she can actually get knocked up by this—contrary to belief, sperm can survive for a certain amount of time despite exposure to oxygen—and she should be scared of possibly kissing her bright future goodbye.
But she was too busy moaning against her lips to think about that, her hands consistently fisting and tugging at her top with each jab and twist of her digits inside of her pussy.
Even if her fingers were long enough to satiate herself during her masturbation sessions, nothing beats this feeling.
So electrifying and mind-numbing.
Yunjin knew where to put pressure, where to coax, where to give extra attention. She had a penchant for rendering her breathless and knocking off all the thoughts inside her brain one by one.
“Good?” Yunjin retracted for a second to catch her breath. They were both panting heavily, their lips tingling and spit-stained.
A chuckle left her lips when her eyes went downwards, watching as her fingers went in and out of her cunt with a scandalous squelch.
“You’re so pretty and pink, Minjeong. Aren’t you just perfect, mm? Prettiest girl in the world.”
Minjeong hid her warm face on the crook of her neck. She punched her shoulders lightly to show a semblance of annoyance but honestly, she was more exasperated at the butterflies that filled her tummy.
“Shut up.” She mumbled, feeling a hand caressing the back of her head. “You’re so,”
“So what?”
“Nothing. Just annoying like always.” A huff. She pulled away with a pout, cupping both of her cheeks. “Kiss.”
Yunjin laughed before she captured her lips again—softer and tender this time, without any sense of urgency or desperation. She eventually showered her with pecks, rewarding her with a whine that supposedly resembled a protest.
“One more.” Minjeong wrapped her arms around her shoulder, her fingers tracing the expanse of her back as if she was memorizing its measurement.
She probably sounded whiney. No, she obviously did. Way to baby talk subconsciously, huh?
“Hurry up.”
“My baby is so demanding.” A teasing hum. Still, she gave her a kiss on her lips one more time, even placing one on her temples for good measure. “It almost feels like you’re in love with me or something.”
She frowned deeply despite the constant fluttering inside her chest. She’s pretty much an actress at this point. Well, she did act in a few theatrical plays for extra brownie points.
“Am I ruining the mood?” Yunjin jested. Although, she did seem genuinely apologetic and it somehow made her feel bad. “It was just a joke.”
“You sure do talk a lot. Baby this, and baby that. Bet you call everyone that.” She shook her head, pulling her close until her chin was perched on her shoulder. Their chests were pressed against each other and at the very least, the position hid the way she was pouting so childishly. “Just fuck me already. I already told you I don’t want to be late.”
She didn’t even know why she was acting this way. You know, so moody about what things possibly meant and what they didn’t.
“You know I can hear the pout in your voice, right?”
“Nope. Not—a-ah, not pouting.” She sighed shakily, feeling her fingers slipping out of her carefully. It made her shudder, her entrance clenching around nothing and sending a throb straight to her core.
“And you’re the only one I call baby, just so you know.”
“Shh. Less talking and more fucking.”
Yunjin craned her neck in an attempt to look at her. “You’re so horny lately. Are you in heat or something?”
Minjeong hit her back with little to no force, resorting to hiding her face on her shoulder. Contrary to her half-assed denial, she was still being a pouty baby.
Wow, okay, she was moody and horny. Quite the mix.
“In heat? I’m not a dog.” She replied, her eyebrows furrowed. “It’s painful sometimes, you know. It makes my tummy hurt and I can’t satisfy myself enough for it to fully go away. It’s all your fault.”
“Hah. I guess it is.” A grin. “I take full responsibility.”
Yunjin held the small of her back, pulling her close until she could perfectly line herself against her entrance. The blunt head of her cock had slid all over her folds, collecting her slick before it dipped on her hole.
“I’ll make it all better, my pretty baby.” She hummed. “Make you feel good, hm? So, stop pouting, yes?”
Minjeong nodded. Her words were already stuck inside her throat as soon as she started pushing in, her hands grabbing a fistful of her blouse.
“Slow down.” She whispered after swallowing a few times, tugging at the creased fabric. It felt as if her dick was splitting her in half despite the foreplay and it didn’t help that she was starting to rut against her impatiently. “Let me, nnh, adjust first, dummy, you’re too big,”
“Sorry.” Yunjin said breathlessly, her hand quick to give her knees a quick rub. “Can’t believe you’re still, god, this fucking tight when I’ve been fucking you almost everyday,”
“That’s not how that works and you know that.” She was quick to meet her in the eyes as she corrected her, even tilting her head as if to question her further. “Basic anatomy.”
“Smartass.” A chuckle. “It’s just an expression. I’m trying to talk dirty.”
“Well, you’re kinda doing it wrong if it’s factually incorrect. It just sounds silly, to be honest.”
It earned her a shake of a head. Definitely in amusement.
“Can you turn off your brain for a second and just play along? Maybe?”
She shrugged, a silly smile forming on her lips—as if her legs weren’t shaking from the slow intrusion. “Maybe later when you’re fucking me senseless.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“Depends on how competitive you are.”
Minjeong could see the mischievous glint that twinkled on her eyes and she had to swallow in anticipation.
“In this case, very.” Yunjin grabbed her skirt before sheathing in entirely, a soft and breathless grunt leaving her lips once her walls engulfed her whole.
She choked on a sound once the blunt tip knocked on her cervix roughly, her toes curling amidst the mix of pain and pleasure. She wrapped her arms around her shoulder tightly, a wet sob leaving her lips when the sudden stretch pushed her into an unexpected climax.
There was a long and loud buzz next to her ears as she squirted all over her dick. Yunjin started to thrust in and out of her, making her release splash everywhere.
“A-ah, Yune,” Minjeong clawed against her back, her nails digging through her shirt and into her skin almost painfully. Every thrust only pushed her into oversensitivity, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull. “Still cumming, sensitive—mnn, m’sensitive, gentle, please,”
Yunjin was definitely tuning her out, continuing to make a mess out of her with a snap of her impatient hips until she couldn’t let out anything anymore and all she could feel was the electrifying pleasure that ran from her head all the way to her toes.
“You’re so small, Minjeong.” She whispered harshly. The difference in their sizes was evident with the way that she was holding her and keeping her still. There was an arm enveloping her figure, fingers wrapped around her waist. “Could, nnh, fuck, could probably break your tight little cunt if I wanted to, ruin you for anyone else but me,”
Minjeong could only whimper at the prospect, her words making her mind fog up as her train of thoughts tumbled out of her. It made her tighten around her dick, earning her a sharp groan and a death grip.
“Would you like that, Minjeong? Be all mine? Hm?”
She nodded dumbly.
“Want words, baby. Can I hear you?”
She had to swallow. Normally, a hint of reservation would have made its way to her system but she was too fucking horny to care about being embarrassed.
“Mm, want you to, ahn, wan’ you to break my pussy,” Minjeong babbled almost incoherently. She was definitely drooling all over her shoulders, her cheek resting against it as her head felt heavy despite her light-headedness. “Make me, hnn, make me your cocksleeve,”
“Oh.” Yunjin laughed, nuzzling her neck before she leaned away to take a good look at her pretty face. “You turned off that brain of yours fairly quickly, huh? Might be a new record today. Did I win, pretty baby?”
She could barely register her words but she knew the teasing tone that was almost permanently ingrained in her voice well enough. She pouted, her cheeks puffing out as a reaction to her jabs—if she could fold her arms across her chest, she would have.
And as much as she didn’t want to admit it, right now, the only thing that her brain could think of was her massive dick and the way it was splitting her in half and stuffing her full.
“So cute.” A giggle. Yunjin placed a kiss on her lips before she tilted her head to deepen it, using it as a distraction to pick up her pace.
The way she was fucking into her filled the empty classroom with a lewd squelching sound. Minjeong covered her own mouth, well aware that she was the louder one between the two of them. Her eyes were already prickling with unshed tears, her whole face seeming like hot lava and it crept all the way to her chest.
She felt as if she was melting against her body, all limp and pliable as if she was merely a ragdoll to be fucked and used without any regards whatsoever.
She fucking loved it—so much so that she had started spreading her legs wider on her own accord, her free hand slipping between their bodies. She hissed when the pads of her fingers made contact with her swollen clit, wasting no time on putting pressure and making patterns against it.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. It felt so good. The screws on her head were starting to come undone with every rub and with every jab to the spot that was sending her higher and higher.
Yunjin was grunting so loudly, her powerful thrusts making the desk underneath her shake. It was a bit animalistic, truth be told. She was reveling on the newfound tightness of her walls, her fingers gripping the edge of the table until her fists turned white.
“Fuck, loosen, nnh, loosen up. It’s too tight.” She huffed through gritted teeth, her dick twitching inside of her as an early sign of an orgasm looming around the corner. It caused her to slow down, large hands finding her waist to pace herself. “Can’t pull out if you, fuck, a-ah, suck me in like that,”
Minjeong couldn’t give less of a fuck, only whining at the lost of movement. She grabbed her tie when she stopped moving completely, her hips starting to pick up where they left off.
It rewarded her with a harsh wince, the death grip on her waist only tightening, possibly leaving a bruise at its wake—not that she gave a fuck whatsoever.
All she could think about was using her dick as a dildo, trying to scratch the itch that was deep within her cunt. She probably looked like a slut desperately fucking herself for her own satisfaction, her tongue lolling out in sheer pleasure while she panted like a bitch in heat.
“Mnnfuck, so good, Yune, so, a-ah—! So big, so, mnnf, so big!”
“Hey, are you, shit, fucking crazy?” Yunjin managed to choke out, her jaws still locked tight. She tried to remove the hand that was pulling on her tie, her quivering fingers serving no help at all. “Need—gnn, need to pull out for a second, Minjeong, please, m’a little close,”
Minjeong, who definitely wasn’t thinking straight anymore, wrapped her legs around her waist before pulling her close. A dumb giggle slipped out of her lips when she saw the mortified look on the other’s face.
“No.” She circled her hips, finding the right angle until a gasp left her lips. Her eyebrows furrowing as a surge of pleasure coursed through her.
Fuck. There it was. The tip of her dick was pressed snugly on the roof of her cunt and if there was a final switch to turn off someone’s brain, it was probably there.
“Hold it in, pretty please? Make me, mmn, make me feel good first?”
Of course, batting her eyelashes and flaunting her pretty little face worked, even adding in a light graze of her fingers on her plump lips. Yunjin swallowed heavily, knowing it wasn’t much of a question but an impatient demand—contrary to the soft and melodious tone of her voice.
And honestly, Minjeong knew that she wouldn’t dare deny her anything.
“Fuck, okay.” She replied almost reluctantly, her shaky hands making their way to her legs. Her palm slipped on the back of her thighs, even giving it a rough squeeze that earned her a moan. “Gonna do it my way though.”
And by her way, it meant carry fucking her, apparently. Minjeong had to stifle a screech when she pulled her away from the desk abruptly, her arms quick to find its place around her shoulders for the nth time.
There was a hand secured on the small of her back and one underneath her leg. The cock stretching her cunt suddenly felt deeper, more prominent against her cervix and it made her choke on a ragged moan.
Once Yunjin started rocking her, she could only let out a steady stream of ‘ah’s. A plethora of curses then left her mouth constantly once her shallow thrusts picked up a steady rhythm, her hips starting to fuck back to match her pace.
Yunjin’s fingers were starting to dig against her flesh painfully, her grip only tightening with each delve. Minjeong knew she was trying her best not to shoot her load inside of her and she knew she was pretty much playing a game of russian roulette but, like, with the possibility of getting knocked up and not, uh, a bullet to the head.
It was kinda hot. It’s like dancing with the devil—imagining how her thick load would fill her pussy to the brim, how warm and full it would feel. God, even the thought of walking around on her skirt, dripping and staining her undies and going on about her day made her clench around her length.
“God, stop fucking tightening up if you want me to hold it in,” Yunjin whined throatily, her voice almost a mere whisper. “M’trying my best here, d’you wanna get, a-ah, pregnant or something?”
Before Minjeong could reply, a rustle made the other perk up. It was followed by loud chatters coming their way, shoes squeaking on the floor as they wandered through the hallways.
Maybe it was adrenaline and years of training, Yunjin had hid the both of them on the back of the piled up desks—of course, dick still twitching and pulsating inside of her. It was enough to conceal their figures unless scrutinized.
She was still carrying her, only this time, they were squeezed against each other with Minjeong overlooking the door through a little crack, her hand back on her mouth to prevent any sound that could come out.
She watched as the door jiggled a few times, knowing full well that the faulty lock would unlatch on its hinge. She held her breath as two female students entered the room.
“Ugh, it’s so dusty here.” One of them huffed in what seemed to be annoyance, scratching her nose. “You sure you want to smoke here?”
“Better than nothing. I think I’m getting withdrawals." A chuckle. The other was examining the surroundings as she plucked the box of cigarettes in her blazer’s pockets.
Minjeong should have been pissed, as the student council president, that students are smoking in the school’s premises but she wasn’t much better when she literally had a dick smacked inside of her right now.
“The fuck is that?”
She felt her cheeks heating up as both of them looked at the puddle on the ground in curiosity, both their heads tilting with each second that passed by.
Fuck.
It was the remnants of her release earlier.
“Probably just a leak.”
“Huh.” The one with the cigarette looked up, her eyebrows raising in question as she eyed the sprinklers. “Weird.”
“Who cares?” Her friend shrugged to herself as she sat at the very desk that she was getting railed in earlier. “Hey, ever heard of the rumors? Said it’s haunted.”
“Dude.” A huff. “Shut the fuck up. I’m already creeped up just lurking around here.”
A pause.
She then shuddered almost comically, her eyes scanning her surroundings.
“Now I feel like someone’s watching us.”
Which was apparently the case. Minjeong could hear heavy breathing next to her ears and she couldn’t help but find the situation that they found themselves a little thrilling.
She could feel herself letting out a huge amount of slick all over her dick, her hips starting to move on its own—as subtly as she could, with what little space there was.
Yunjin sent her a sharp look. “What are you doing?” She whispered harshly, her eyebrows furrowing. Her hand snaked to her waist, grabbing her in an attempt to keep her still. “Fuck. Stop that.”
She only licked her lips, her eyes still watching the students in front of her as if it was something entertaining that was playing on a television.
The two were still talking amongst themselves, spooking each other with made up stories.
Shit.
If they were even to take a few steps their way, they would definitely be caught red-handed and there wouldn’t be any fucking excuse in the world to explain why the president of the student council is getting fucked in an empty classroom.
But why did that thought make her more delirious? More desperate? More heated? She probably wouldn’t even stop fucking herself on her dick, forcing them to watch and break the image of a pristine and perfect girl inside their head.
Fuck, she was barely getting the friction nor the right pressure that she wanted but her imagination alone made her tummy tighten.
Maybe she was really nothing but a bitch in heat.
“Minjeong.” Yunjin managed to whisper again, a definite warning. Her voice was so loud next to her ears and she didn’t need to look at her face to know that she was fucking pissed. “I said stop it, you fucking impatient cockslut.”
And that was pretty much the thing that pushed her over the edge. Yunjin barely degraded her. Hell, probably maybe even never because she was too much of a pussy to talk to her like that.
But holy shit, it felt so, so fucking exhilarating when added to the fact that there was someone else in the room.
She wondered what else she could say and do to her—how mean she could get with her words, with her tone, with her touch.
The thought of pissing off Yunjin on purpose even crossed her mind, her imagination already working overtime.
She’ll probably manhandle her, leave bruises all over her body, fuck her holes until she could only babble incoherently as orgasm after orgasm would wrack her entirery.
There was a shiver down her spine that made her arch her back, her free hand clinging onto her blouse tightly before a muffled mewl left her lips.
And then she was fucking squirting all over her dick and the sudden tightness made the other groan quite loudly.
“Did you hear that?”
Minjeong could see how they looked at each through her half-lidded eyes, an uncomfortable expression washing over their faces.
“I think you’re being paranoid. Come on, it’s just, you know, people exaggerating seeing and hearing ghosts and whatever.”
Unfortunately for Yunjin, the little devil on her shoulder whispered to her and she began bouncing on her cock with a hint of desperation, her release trickling everywhere and if it weren’t for their clothes that soaked it, the droplets that hit the floor would have been louder.
The force of her action only made Yunjin hit her elbow on the metal leg of an upside down desk, a thump reverberating inside the room and it didn’t take long for a frightened gasp to echo, proclamations of ghosts and whatever paranormal being filling the air.
“I’m out of here—!”
“What the fuck! Wait for me!”
After they scurried out of the room in a panic-stricken manner, Minjeong could finally let out the moan that she was holding.
“You little shit.”
Her pussy throbbed at the domineering tone in her voice—even more so when a hand grabbed her face roughly. She wanted to rub herself, prolong her high by abusing her clit or even her nipples until she could only cry from oversensitivity.
Who knew she was this depraved? To be honest, not even her.
“Can’t, fuck, can’t wait, huh?” A hiss. “Want them to catch us so badly? Want them to see you split open on my dick? That shit turns you on?”
She only laughed, the nails digging on her soft cheeks only denting further. “Aw. Were you, hah, were you scared?”
Yunjin clicked her tongue loudly, not even caring if the door was still open before she slammed her back on the wall. She placed her large hands on the back of her thighs, spreading her legs even further and giving her more access to delve in deeper.
“M’gonna give you what you want, Minjeong.” She growled through her teeth, already fucking her cunt with a rough and heavy pace. “Fuu—ugh, fucking slut. Don’t blame me if I cum inside your tight little cunt,”
“Too rough—mmh, you’re—a-ah, ah, being too rough,”
It was more of a challenge than a complaint. Minjeong obviously loved it, her hands that were pushing her shoulders only serving as an act.
“Shut the fuck up.” A grunt. “I’ll do whatever I want to your pussy since you’re also getting that impression when you use me as a fucking dildo like a braindead slut, ordering me around like you owe me,”
Minjeong swallowed hard, the hair on the back of her neck standing up. She really was pissed about that, huh? That’s so hot.
“Might just knock you up for real, wonder if that would satiate your hole,” Yunjin sneered. It’s like someone—well, that someone being her, that is—had turned a switch inside her brain and she swore she never saw her this agitated before. “Bet it wouldn’t though, even just for a bit,”
Her walls only clenched with every word directed towards her, her head was just full of Yunjin, Yunjin, and Yunjin. Her sharp voice, her unrelenting gaze, the way she was holding her so, so fucking tightly; and the head of her cock grazing at her sweet spot before it would punch her cervix forcefully—as if she was trying to breach in even deeper, as if she could break into her womb.
“Nnh, I fucking dare you to tight—fuck, tighten up this time.” She laughed almost mockingly. “Gonna fucking cum ‘nside you and knock you up, mm? No need to use your pretty little brain anymore, just be a mindless cumdump that can only think ‘bout getting bred,”
“Yes—ahn, yes, yes, yes,” Minjeong hiccuped as she nodded dumbly. Her legs were starting to feel the strain of their position but she couldn’t care less. She was fucking dripping, her cunt drooling all over her cock and it was making a loud squelch. “Kisses, nnfh, need kisses, kiss me, Yune, pretty please?”
Yunjin pressed their lips together without a second to waste, their tongues instantly melting against each other. She was lapping her mouth eagerly, drool collecting on both of their chins as they ate all the sounds that each other made.
Minjeong could barely warn her, her words only turning into broken and incomprehensible whimpers. She was cumming again, a sob bubbling out of her throat as her hands found itself on her biceps, grabbing onto it as if it would lessen the impact of her orgasm.
Although, despite being in the middle of a climax, Yunjin didn’t stop drilling into her pussy, her thrusts only increasing in force. It was sending her into oversensitivity, her eyes brimming with tears and it didn’t take long to fall on her cheeks one by one.
“Sensitive,” Minjeong started sobbing on her shoulders as every snap of her hips only prolonged her climax, her walls clamping around her tightly that pulling out was almost impossible. “Please, a-ah, please, please, please,”
She didn’t even know what she was begging for, her brain short-circuiting.
Yunjin gritted her teeth, squeezing her thighs as if that would bring a little sense to her. It seemed like she had gained a bit of sanity and had a touch of reality as her hips tried to back away. “M’gonna, mnmmf, cum, Minjeong,”
“Inside,”
“You know, a-ah, fuck, that I can’t,”
“I dun’ fucking care,” Minjeong sobbed, leaving kisses on the column of her neck before she settled next to her ears. “Cum ‘nside, fill me up, mnh, make me yours,”
She gasped loudly when she slammed her hips against her, her vision shaking and blurring from the force. It only took one more shallow thrust before Yunjin buried herself in as deep as she could, her dick twitching twice before she finally came.
She choked on another sob, feeling her warm load finally painting her insides. She then chased her lips, her hands cupping her cheeks as they kissed, both their chests heaving as if it would cave in any moment.
God, Yizhuo was seriously going to kill her. She could already feel her cum seeping out from where they were connected and she has never ever felt so full before.
Satisfied? More than words. It just felt different. Maybe that’s just human biology?
Yunjin was the one who pulled away, her tongue darting across her swollen lips as she let out a shaky breath. “Jesus.” She murmured, a soft groan escaping her lips when she slipped out before carefully putting her down. “We’re fucked.”
Minjeong hummed, slowly coming down from her high. She could feel herself dripping, finding her balance by using her arms to support her own weight. “It’s a twenty five to thirty percent chance, even lower because m’not, like, in the middle of ovulating.” She shrugged, trying to be nonchalant about it—as if she wasn’t getting anxious from just thinking of the odds.
Well, at least her brain was back up and running. Good as new.
“I’ll take something for it. I’ll ask Yizhuo. Stop thinking too much.”
“She’s going to blast your ears off.” She frowned. “Probably mine too if I happen to bump into her.”
“Shh.” Minjeong shushed her, looping her arms around her neck before pulling her close. “Kiss.”
Of course, Yunjin obliged, any argument or protest lost as soon as her lips met again. It was short but sweet, a hand finding itself on the small of her back.
“I’m sorry, Minjeong.” Yunjin mumbled.
“Don’t worry. I liked it. I think it’s pretty hot when you’re mean.”
“I’m not sorry for that. I knew you liked it. It was kinda obvious.” She chuckled, a grin creeping on her lips as she pointed at her top. “I’m saying sorry for this.”
It was missing a few buttons. No, not even just a few. It was missing most of it. She couldn’t even remember how it happened. It was probably the moment where Yunjin was trying to unbutton her blouse while they were kissing, vaguely remembering her yanking the fabric in impatience.
“What the fuck. Ugh.” Minjeong smacked her chest lightly. “As if cumming on my blazer isn’t enough.”
“Hey, you squirted all over me. I’m all wet. I think that’s fair enough.”
She furrowed her eyebrows. “Stop being a baby. You’re acting like it’s not going to dry soon enough.” There was a pout on her lips as she spoke. “How am I even going back to class?”
“I’ll let you borrow my jacket, okay? Stop pouting.” Yunjin replied with a hum, cradling both sides of her head before she leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Wait for me here, mm? I’ll go get it. I have to find something to clean you up with too.”
Minjeong puffed her cheeks at the little gesture, her heart skipping a beat. She could still feel her skin tingling at the spot where she pressed her lips.
“Okay.”
After waiting for almost fifteen minutes, Yunjin came back with her jacket and a small towel. She had her sit down on the desk, carefully guiding her to spread her legs so she could clean her up—only to ditch the whole thing and latch her mouth onto her pussy.
“Ahn, m’going to—mmffh, going to be late, Yune,” Minjeong mewled as her tongue lapped between her folds eagerly. The muscles on her shoulders were tight, her body sensitive about every sensation.
There were two fingers slowly slipping in and out of her, slightly curved so it could scoop out the cum the moment she would pull out completely.
She could only hiccup, a large hand secured on one of her thighs to prevent her from closing her legs around her head. Everything made her jolt and quiver, the band inside her tummy already tightening and threatening to snap.
She almost whined when Yunjin pulled away and straightened up, her chin filled with her wetness and her fingers stained with her own load—only to smack her pussy with her palm, the impact making her jump.
“Cum.”
“Oh, god,” Minjeong pulled on her top, her legs shaking as she came for the final time. She hid her face on her chest, her sobs muffled as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
Yunjin rubbed her back soothingly to help her ride it, her body relaxing against her touch.
“Good?” She hummed softly once the tremors that wracked her body calmed down, her hand finding the back of her head to give it a few pats. “Baby?”
“Mhm.” A weak murmur. “Nuh’more, please,”
“Sorry.” She placed a tender kiss on her cheeks, a chuckle following. “I’ll clean you up for real now.”
At least, Yunjin actually followed up with it, helping her fold her ruined clothes neatly and slip her jacket on her small figure. She was wiping her pussy with the small towel that she brought, the soft fabric feeling a little warm against her skin.
Minjeong felt a bit giddy as she drowned on the material of her varsity jacket, her fingers playing with the last button near the collar. Her hands barely peeked out of the sleeves.
It smelled like her.
“Hey.” She called out, making the other look at her with a curious gaze. “Were you really that pissed earlier?”
“Nah.” Yunjin shrugged. “Guess you’re right about me being scared though.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Dunno. I just don’t think it’s a good look if they saw you getting fucked by me of all people.” She replied. “I mean, obviously, it wouldn’t be a good look if you were getting fucked by anyone in school premises but by me? Hah. You’ll never hear the end of it.”
“The fuck do you mean by that even?”
“Come on, we all know you’re technically perfect. Pretty, popular, prim and proper. Hm, what else? You’re smart. Do you think people wouldn’t think badly of you if they saw you with me?”
Minjeong had to pout. “But you’re also smart. Sometimes too much for your own good.” She mumbled, her eyes trailing to the side. “And pretty and popular. I always hear girls talking about you. Heck, even guys.”
And it’s kind of annoying. She purposely left that one out, deciding to keep it to herself.
Yunjin laughed, shaking her head as if she was amused. “Notorious, maybe.” She replied, finishing up with her task—her chest even puffing up as she looked at her spotless work. “It’s whatever. Don’t think too much ‘bout it. Forget it.”
She only pursed her lips.
“Let’s go, mm? You’re going to be late.” A shrug. “Oh, right, be careful with my jacket. We just got it yesterday. It’s brand new.”
So, Minjeong found herself sorting through her locker as she prepared for her next agenda. She had to get her bag at her last class and it was pretty embarrassing when her instructor asked how she was doing and she had to come up with a vague story.
“What the fuck are you wearing?”
It was Yizhuo. She looked as if she just got out of her class too and she was eyeing her up and down the moment she saw her.
“I just spilled something all over my uniform.”
“Huh.” Yizhuo tilted her head. “Guess it’s pretty convenient that Yunjin was there to lend you her jacket.”
“What?” Her ears perked up, confusion looming over her. How the fuck did she even know that they were together? “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Girl.” Her friend turned her around, making her back face the mirror that she hung on her locker. “Look.”
She didn’t even notice and suddenly, all the eyes that followed her as she treaded through the hallways and greeted everyone with a smile made sense. Honestly, she thought it was only due to the fact that they weren’t used to seeing her out of her neat and tidy getup.
There was a capitalized ‘Huh’ embroidered on the back and her cheeks instantly went red, her heart pounding loudly next to her ears.
“Really? Lying to your best friend?” Yizhuo jested as she opened her own locker to skim through her stuff. “I’m hurt, unnie!”
Minjeong couldn’t even give her a slight semblance of attention. She was fixated on the ‘01’ that was patched on her jacket. It was supposedly ‘08’, a reference to her birthday and what she called her lucky number.
Is that why Yunjin was pestering her for her favorite number the other week? She did eventually settle with one—only because it seemed as if it was the obvious answer, being born that month, day, and year.
Angel numbers or whatnot, as Yunjin pointed out. Intuition and manifestation.
So what the fuck was the kicked puppy act earlier about? That asshole, seriously. Yunjin is probably laughing her ass off right now, patting her own back at another job well done.
Ugh.
How annoying.
“So, are you two together now or? Because this whole thing kind of serves as a hard launch, you know?” Yizhuo asked, peeking out of her locker. “How romantic.”
“Ew. No. It’s nothing like that.” She replied as quickly as she could. “Yuck.”
Although, the small smile that she was trying to hide wasn’t fooling anyone.
Not even herself.