Like A Boy
Title: Like A Boy
Author: giveitupjessica
Recipient: meridianslair
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7, 581
Warnings: het!2min, smut
Summary: There’s just something about the new girl in school that gets to Taemin, he’s not sure if it’s a good or bad thing yet, but he’s determined to find out.
LIKE A BOY
“I’m not sure what’s worst, being forced to wear this get up or the fact that it actually works. Are we sure this is one of the best school’s in Seoul?” I ask, staring at myself in the mirror.
“Yes sir, we’re sure of it,” Onew, my friend and bodyguard ever since I was a kid.
“I still don’t understand why I need to wear this in the first place though,” I complain and sit back down to have my sister, Sooyoung, finish fixing my appearance for the day.
“You know why Minho. We’ve been over this so many times already,” Onew lets out a sigh and leans against the wall, staring at me through the mirror, “After what happened with your family last year, your father doesn’t want to take any chances.”
“But why do I have to be the only one who has to be in disguise?” I complain and grimace when I look at my reflection.
“Because you are the heir to your family’s company. A company that Seoul pretty much runs off of.”
“What about you noona?”
“I’m not in line to inherit the company dear brother of mine. That is why I don’t have to do all of this. Besides I wasn’t the one who was kidnapped last year, you were,” she says and slaps my hand away when I start to mess around with my hair.
“But why do I have to be a girl?!” I exclaim and turn around to face them. I cross my arms over my chest and pout.
“Aw, don’t pout Minho or should I say Minjung?” his sister giggled.
“Shut up noona!”
“YAH! You don’t take to me that way,” she says and slaps my arm.
*~*
“Okay class we have a new student starting today,” my teacher announces, but I don’t bother lifting my head to see the new student. I never understood why teachers did that to new students. I mean it isn’t bad enough that they’re starting at a new school, but they also have to get humiliated by the teachers on the first day. Forced to stand up front and introduce themselves to the class and give us some “fun facts” about themselves as well. I think that tradition should stop. I say just let the new students come in, sit down, and if they want to introduce themselves to us, but if not no pressure.
“Hi,” she says and I have to admit that her voice is kind of low for a girl, “I’m Minjung. I just transferred here. Um… I like soccer and uh let’s be friends.”
I look up from the doodles I was busy drawing to see a rather tall girl standing in the front of the room. My eyes wander down her body, which wasn’t really anything to look at since she was like two parallel lines, no curves whatsoever. When I realize that she wasn’t wearing any heels, I almost laugh. She’s like a giant, some weird Amazon girl or something with muscles and everything. She’s going to be popular amongst the guys… HA! I can’t even keep a straight face when I just think that. I go back to my doodles and tune out the rest of the class like I always do.
“Okay Minjung-ssi, you can take that open seat over there,” I hear faintly catch the teacher saying. It’s not until the scrape of the chair beside me that I look up again. Amazon girl is sitting next to me. Great, people already see me as a girl as it is and next to her, I’ll probably look even more feminine. Fuck my life. I let out a sigh and scoot my chair as far as I can on our table before going back to my drawings.
“Excuse me,” I hear her whisper to me and I let out a long sigh as I try to ignore her. I soon find out that she’s a persistent one because she keeps saying the same thing over and over again.
“What?” I finally say out of frustration, turning to face her.
“I was just wondering if you mind sharing your books. No need to snap at me,” she says puffing out her cheeks before turning away from me.
“Where are your books?”
“They haven’t come in yet.”
“And who’s fault is that?”
“The company I ordered it from. Apparently they can’t read and sent them to my old address.”
“Oh,” I grudgingly push my book to the middle of the desk. We ended up sharing my books for a good week before she finally got hers. Where the hell did she live before anyways? Was she actually from the Amazon?
*~*
“Onew hyung,” I say as we walk to the car.
“Oppa,” he replies.
“What?”
“You’re still Minjung. I’m your oppa not your hyung,” he explains to me just as he trips over his foot. I grab his arms to steady him and he grabs mine in return.
“How are you my bodyguard again?” I laugh and he glares at me.
“Because I’m good at my job.”
“But you’re so clumsy oppa,” I tease, poking his cheek and he flinches away. If I had to choose one that that made dressing as a girl not so bad, it would have to be teasing Onew. He said it was disturbing to see me all girled up and acting like it too.
“Minjung-ah, stop teasing your oppa.”
“Aw, you’re no fun.”
“That’s fine with me. How was your day?”
“Nothing exciting. School is school. I wanna try out for soccer,” we finally reach the car and he opens the door for me. I slide in first and he follows right after me.
“I don’t think that will be a good idea Minho.”
“Why not? No one recognizes me, so I don’t see the harm in me trying out for the soccer team.”
“We can’t take that risk.”
“What risk?”
“Minho, you’re very unique when it comes to soccer. Your mannerisms and rituals are all uniquely yours. It wouldn’t be long before someone puts two and two together.”
“So I’m not allowed to play sports now too?!” I slump back in the seat and cross my arms over my chest, “I hate this! Why do we have to go to such extremes.”
“Because we don’t want another repeat of last year. I thought you understood this.”
“But this is my life we’re talking about here! I want to be able to do the things I want to do and wear my own clothes! Right now the only place I can wear my regular clothes at is at home. Even when we go out to dinner or if I need to run to the store, I have to be Minjung! It’s not fair! I want my life back!”
“Minho,” Onew places a comforting hand on my shoulder, “I know you’re frustrated, but please know that your parents are doing this for your own well being. They don’t want to lose you. I promise the minute we feel like you’re no longer in danger, you can go back to your true self.”
“I know hyung and I’m sorry that I’m taking all of this out on you. You’re probably sick of me, I’m surprised you’ve been with me for as long as you have. I know I’m not the easiest person to be around,” I pat his hand that’s on my shoulder and give him a smile.
“It’s okay Minho. I understand that your life is far from normal. Besides, I like working for you and your family. I see you as my actual dongsaeng now.”
“I know and I feel the same way about you.”
“Aw, you’re getting soft on me!” he pinches my cheek and I slap his hand away and push him. He pushes me back, rather roughly if I might add.
“YAH! You’re not supposed to push a girl!” I exclaim.
“Last I checked, girls don’t have penises. So I can push you all I want,” and he pushes me again to emphasize his point.
“If we weren’t in a car, you’d so be paying hyung. Just you wait until we get home. Then it’ll be on!”
“Bring it!”
“Oh it’ll be on like Donkey Kong!”
*~*
“I hear that he’s her boyfriend,” Sulli says while we eat lunch. As usual the girls were gossiping about the new girl, Minjung, again. You’d think that since it’s been months since she started here that people would have stopped talking about her, but that’s not the case. It seems like as the days pass, more and more people are talking about the mysterious new girl that no one knows anything about.
“You think? I mean he’s kind of hot so wouldn’t he be a little out of her league? I’m sure he could get a much prettier girl if he wanted,” Krystal replied, stealing a French fry from my plate, “Do you know anything about her Minnie?”
“No, why would I?” I say around the big bite I had just took from my sandwich.
“Because she’s your seatmate!” they say in unison, hitting me on each arm.
“YAH! Why are you hitting me?!” I rub the spots they hit and turn to glare at each of them.
“Because you’re the one person who can get us juicy info on this chick and yet you could care less. Aren’t you the least bit curious about her?” Sulli asks.
“Not really.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. I mean why should I care if she wants to keep her life private? It’s her choice. And what is it that people always say?” I tap my chin a couple times trying to think of that familiar saying, “Oh yeah! Curiosity killed the cat.”
“Cat smat. We wanna know about her! At least about the guy who drops her off every morning and then picks her up every afternoon. I mean he’s hot! A little clumsy from what we’ve seen, but still hot,” Krystal adds, “He’s totally out of her league if he’s her boyfriend like we suspect. I mean why else would a guy drop and pick a girl up from school everyday?”
“Maybe he’s her brother?” I suggest and am answered by two more slaps, “YAH!”
“They look nothing alike!” Sulli states.
“So? They could be half siblings or step siblings.”
“I doubt it.”
“How would you know? You don’t even talk to her.”
“Then find out for us!”
“No way. Ask her yourself. I don’t want to be involved in this.”
“You’re seriously no help to us Lee Taemin.”
“I wonder why we’re even friends with you in the first place,” Krystal adds and then turn to each other to continue with their theories about Minjung. I wonder why I’m friends with them as well. I turn to the only other people at our table and sigh when I see what they’re doing.
“YAH! Key and Jonghyun hyung!” I say, kicking them under the table and they separate from one another to glare at me.
“Taemin-ah! You need to learn how to respect your hyungs! You can’t go around kicking us just because no one is paying attention to you,” Jonghyun scolds me.
“Yah!” Key hits his bicep, “Don’t yell at my baby like that!”
“What?! He’s the one who interrupted us, rather rudely I might add, and I’m the one who’s getting in trouble?”
“Yes, you’re not allowed to talk to him like that,” I stick my tongue out at Jonghyun and he glares at me, “Now baby, what did you want?”
“I’m bored. Talk to me hyung,” I whine and put on my cutest face, batting my eyelashes at him.
“Of course. What do you wanna talk about?”
“Did you watch Music Core last night?” and we go into depth about every single performance last night, giving our individual critiques about them.
*~*
“So it says we’re supposed to slowly add in that stuff,” she says holding up a beaker, eyes still trained on the text book between us, “And record the changes as they happen. I guess we should use the dropper for this then and then we’ll be able to record what happens after adding so many drops.”
“Gosh this is so boring, it’s going to take us forever to get some kind of reaction,” I sigh, “Can’t we just pour it all in or something?”
“No, the notes need to be accurate if we want to get a good grade.”
“I just want to pass the class, so I’ll be good with a ‘C,’” I tell her and rest my head on my arms that I have folded no the desk. I turn so that I’m facing her and almost laugh at how serious she looks as she pours drop after drop into another beaker.
“Well since I’m doing all the work, you can at least write the stuff down. Or is that too hard for you to do as well?”
“My hand is broken,” I reply flatly, turning to face the front again.
“I swear, you’re like the worst seatmate ever. You can’t even write down what I tell you to write? It requires no thinking on your part and yet you still can’t do it.”
“It does involve thinking on my part. I have to know if I’m spelling the words right and remember whatever it is you tell me to write. So I think it’s best if you do that part too.”
“I think it’s best that you stop being a lazy ass and help me with our experiment or I’ll beat you up the head with my notebook.”
“You know for a girl you aren’t very feminine,” and that earns me a slap that leaves quite the stinging sensation on my arm, “You certainly don’t hit like a girl either.”
“Yeah well,” her head is bowed down, long hair slipping past her shoulders to cover her face. Is she blushing? Did I just make her blush?
“Yeah well what?” I ask, leaning closer to her in hopes of catching a glimpse at whether or not her cheeks were red. She moves away from me when she senses I’m close though.
“Just do what I tell you,” she finally states and shoves her notebook at me.
“Whatever,” I smile and move the notebook so that it’s right in front of me. She’s actually kind of cute when she’s being all shy. Then she ruins it when she opens her mouth. Wait, what am I thinking? I’m gay. I can’t possibly be developing a crush on her of all the girls in class to choose from. Although, she isn’t that girly and I’ve seen her hanging out with some of the guys from the soccer team which makes her kind of a tomboy. So I guess it’s not that far off if I have a crush on a tomboy right? She’s like a boy, just instead of a penis, she has a vagina. What the fuck? Now I’m thinking about vaginas?!
*~*
“Oppa,” I say and I hold back my laugh when I see Onew flinch at the word. We’ve been living this charade for months now and he still isn’t used to me acting like a girl. It’s actually kind of entertaining now, especially when I purposefully act touchy with him. He gets all stiff and sweat starts to drip down his forehead. Of course I’d get an ear full once we were back at home, but it was all worth it to see him squirm. Remind me again how he got a job as my bodyguard?
“Stop calling me that,” he whispers back to me as we walk from the school to the car that’s parked just outside the gates.
“But oppa,” I whine and tub on his arm, “You know you love it when I call you that. Besides, it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other.”
“Seriously Minho, stop it,” he grumbles under his breath.
I lean down to his ear, “I’m just playing my part hyung. Gotta make it believable right?”
“Minjung-ssi,” he sighs and I giggle, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him the rest of the way to the car.
“Oppa can we stop to get a snack on the way home?”
“Whatever.”
“Yay!” I kiss his cheek and almost crack up laughing when he grumbles a “Too much” accompanied by a glare.
“Aw, oppa, you’re so cute when you pout,” I pinch his check and let go of his arm, running ahead of him to the car. I stop what in my tracks when I see Taemin staring right at me from the gate. I can’t read his expression and the chill that shot up my spine was a little unsettling.
*~*
I just saw Minjung with that guy who drops her off and picks her up every day from school. They don’t look like they’re related so I don’t think they’re brother and sister. And the way she was just acting with him makes it seem like they might be dating. Wait, why do I even care about her? I silently curse Krystal and Sulli for getting to me. I really shouldn’t care so much who that guy is to Minjung. I don’t even like the girl to begin with. We’re just seatmates. That’s all. Nothing more.
Then what’s this weird feeling I’m getting in the pit of my stomach as I watch him help her into the backseat of that car?
*~*
“Yah, are you even listening to what I’m saying?!” I ask as I nudge my seatmate rather roughly. Probably a little too rough for a girl, but whatever, this is school work and I don’t mess around when it comes to school work. The least he could do is pull a little weight, I’ve done majority of the actually thinking and working. Now I understand why girls always complain about us guys. We are kind of lazy sometimes. Okay, all the time. The moment I get to be a boy again, in public at least, I’m totally changing my ways, “YAH!”
“What?” he retorts, rubbing the spot where I had shoved him, “Have I told you how ungirly you are today? Geez, where’d you get all that strength? Are from the fucking Amazon or something?”
“Aish, nevermind already. I’ll do it myself,” I huff and continue to write on the paper I had pushed towards him. I turn to him a few minutes later when I feel eyes on me and I’m a little caught off guard to see that he’s staring at me, “What?”
“Huh?” he snaps out of whatever thoughts he had and stares at me with confusion. God I hope he wasn’t thinking about us having sex or something. I know that look, I’ve seen that look. Hell I’ve had that look on my face before. Little does he know that I’m working with the same equipment down south as he is. I silently laugh to myself at the expression he would have if he found out I was a guy as well while trying to sleep with me. That would be priceless.
“You’re staring. Didn’t your mom ever teach you that it’s not polite to stare?” I turn back to the paper and start to copy some things from the textbook onto the paper.
“Staring?” he huffs, “Don’t flatter yourself Amazon. Why would I be staring at some freakish Amazon girl from outer space anyways? I was just thinking and you happened to be in my line of sight. I wasn’t staring at all. I think someone is just being conceited.”
“Whatever,” I turn my body so that my back is towards him and finish up the rest of our lab report. I’ve never had such a useless seatmate in my life. All he does is just sit there and vegetate and I swear he stares at me sometimes. Whenever I bring it up though, he tries to play it off and make me think I’m crazy. Yeah, I’m the crazy one. Gosh if only I could take my pencil and just stab his eyes out with them then we wouldn’t be having this problem, but Onew says that I could go to jail if I did that.
I look over my shoulder when I feel eyes on my again and sure enough he’s staring at me. I raise an eyebrow at him and he just turns to look the other way after saying, “Like I said before conceited.”
*~*
“I think you like her,” Key says while we eat lunch and my eyes are trained on the lone girl sitting all the way on the other side of the cafeteria. She never eats with anyone, the only company she has is whatever book she happens to be reading at the time. I’m not sure why exactly she eats alone, I’ve seen her talking to other kids before.
“I do not like her. I’m just intrigued. I mean why would anyone want to eat alone? Let alone spend lunch with their head stuck in a book?
“People who are focused,” Key says, “Just like my ex-boyfriend, Jinki hyung.”
“Whatever happened to him?” I ask as I turn to face Key again, I was done staring at Minjung and trying to figure her out.
“He’s doing good, says he’s really tired and stressed from college life, but otherwise good.”
“You still keep in touch with him?”
“Of course I do, why wouldn’t I? Things didn’t end badly between us. We had to break up because he was leaving for school.”
“What does Jonghyun hyung think of it?”
“Hell if I know, like it even matters. He knows better to boss me around.”
“You haven’t told him?”
“Why are we talking about me all of a sudden? We need to get back on track,” he pops a French fry in his mouth, “So you and Minjung eh?”
“Aish, I told you that I don’t like her,” both of our eyes go back to the girl and I let out a sigh, “I just wish I could understand her better. I mean she seem like a pretty simple, easy to read type of person, but she’s not. She confuses me like no other. I feel like there’s more to her than what we see on the outside.”
“She’s a girl, there’s always more to them than meets the eyes. You should ask her out on a date to find out exactly what it is.”
“I’m gay and last I checked Minjung is a girl. So how exactly does that work out for me?”
“Quit denying that you like her and just go ask her out already.”
“I think I’ll pass. Even if I were straight, she’s totally not my type. She’s not girly and she’s freakishly tall,” and just as I say that her head snaps up and her eyes lock with me. She glares at me like she heard what I had just said before gathering her things and exiting the cafeteria.
“Oh, I think she heard you,” Key teased as he poked my side, “You can had super human hearing to that list.”
*~*
“You have got to be kidding me,” I exclaim when I look down at the papers that were just handed to us, “We have to do a science project now? Are we in elementary school all over again. Why can’t we just continue to do labs?”
“Well I would rather spend my free time doing other things than working with you on some school project,” Taemin responds as he rolls his eyes at the sheet of paper in front of him.
“I’m not pulling your dead weight on this one,” I turn to look at him and he just waves me off like I’m nothing, “I mean it, you’re going to do half of this project. Why should I be the only one who has to sacrifice her free time just so you can go off with your friends?”
“Yeah, yeah whatver,” he responds, folding the paper and placing it in his binder, “You do your half of the project then give it to me and I’ll finish it up.”
“Yeah right, I don’t trust you to do it on your own. You’ll totally half ass it and I’ll be damned if my grade suffers because you’re a lazy ass.”
“I’m not a lazy ass. I just prefer not to do my work until it is absolutely necessary that I do it. I’m still in the top percentile of our class, thank you very much.”
I roll my eyes and pull out a calendar, “So let’s figure out how we want to do this. It says that we’ll have a little class time to work on it, but most of it will have to be done outside of class. So I have soccer on Tuesdays and Thursdays so we can’t do it then.”
“You play soccer?”
“I do and I don’t play for the school because I transferred too late,” and I’m a guy, I think to myself. I doubt that the school would approve of a male being on the female time or vice versa, “I mostly just scrimmage with a few buddies I have outside of school, but I am willing to sacrifice that if we are unable to work out a schedule that will go along with it.”
“Okay,” he pulls the calendar from my hands and starts to write on it, “I have dance on Mondays and Wednesdays. If you laugh, so help me I will punch you. I’m not against hitting a girl who provokes me.”
“I wasn’t going to laugh,” I take the calendar back, “So that leaves Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays which means we probably won’t be having a free weekend until we finish this project.”
“Great,” he leans back in his chair, bringing his hands up to rest behind his head, “Just what I want, to spend my weekends with some freakish Amazon girl.”
“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear that,” I put the calendar back in my folder, taking out a blank sheet of paper in the process, “Write down your phone number and address. We’ll start this Saturday at your place.”
“What? Why my place?”
“Because I said so, now write it down,” he starts to grumble incoherent words as he scribbles his address and phone number on the piece of paper. This wasn’t going to be a bucketful of sunshine for me either. The weekends were the only days where I could be myself for the entire day, granted I had to stay in all day to do so, but after a long week at school it wasn’t so hard to do.
*~*
It’s almost 11:30 on Saturday morning. I’m lounging on my bed and listening to music like I normally do on the weekends, but today I’m waiting for Minjung to show up so we can start our project for school. I wasn’t looking forward to today at all. Key, being the punkass that he always is, really has me questioning what I feel towards Minjung. I really thought it was just mild curiosity, but now I’m not so sure.
I still get that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I see her and that guy that drops and picks her up everyday. Lately, that feeling has been getting more and more intense. I want to know who he is to her and how they know each other. I’ve already ruled out that they were brother and sister, so either they’re related in some other way or they’re dating. I guess I could ask her when she gets here today, but I’m sure all she’ll want to talk about is that stupid project. Does she even know what a social life is? Well I guess if that guy is her boyfriend she does and she said she plays soccer with her friends that don’t go to our school on a weekly basis. But still, she’s always so serious when we’re in class. I want to see her relaxed and at ease. I’m sure she’s even more breath-taking then.
Damnit Key, why do I even listen to you? Why am I even your friend? It’s because of you that I’m having these thoughts of Minjung. But I’m gay! I’m fucking gay! I shouldn’t be thinking about girls like this. I shouldn’t be thinking about what I really want to be doing on my bed when she comes over. I shouldn’t be thinking about how I want to dominate her and make her submit to me for once. She was always bossing me around and telling me what to do, so I wanted the roles to be reversed.
“Taemin! Your schoolmate is here!” my mom yells from downstairs and I hop off my bed and go down to greet Minjung, my thoughts of her naked on my bed quickly leaving my head.
“Hi Minjung,” I say when I see her standing at the door making small talk with my mom.
“Hello Taemin,” she nods at me.
“Well I need to go run a few errands, so I’ll be gone for a few hours,” my mom says, grabbing her coat and keys before making her way to the door, “Have fun on your project!”
“Bye mom!” I wave and so does Minjung. I turn to her and take in her appearance. She looked different in regular clothes. She looked normal and like an actual girl.
“You’re staring at me again,” her voice interrupts my thoughts and I just smirk at her.
“Well I can’t help it. You look so different outside of the school uniform. You almost look pretty.”
“I wish I could say the same for you,” her voice is laced with sarcasm and I can’t help but let out a laugh, “So where are we going to do this?”
“In my bedroom.”
“What?”
“It’s better there because we won’t be disturbed.”
“Is there anyone else home?”
“No.”
“So who would disturb us then?”
“Well you never know when someone will come home,” I quickly say before grabbing her hand and pulling her up to my room, “Come on, let’s go up already.”
“Whatever,” she yanks her hand out of mine and crosses her arms in front of her non-existent chest, not that I was looking. I’m gay.
*~*
Okay I really don’t know how we ended up like this, it kind of just happened. Seriously, it did. So don’t roll your eyes at me. I’m really not this easy. It’s just he’s so frustrating and we’re always butting heads. And he’s such a lazy ass, well he isn’t really lazy right now since he’s kind of leading this whole thing. Gosh, I swear I didn’t come to his house with the intentions of this happening.
His hand slips underneath my shirt and I push it out, yeah did I mention that we’re kind of making out on his bed right now? I didn’t? Well we’re kind of making out on his bed right now. And he’s on top of my, totally guiding where this whole thing is headed. But it can’t head in the direction he wants it to. His hand tries to go under my shirt again, but I slap it away this time.
“What?” he asks as he pulls away, both of us gasping for some much needed oxygen.
“Don’t,” I say and he arches a brow at me.
“If you’re being self-conscious about your lack of breasts, it’s okay. I’m normally attracted to guys anyways, so I don’t really care about a girls’ boobs.”
“Yah,” I slap his arm, just because I figure that’s what most girls would do, but really I’m glad that he said that. I’m tempted to tell him the truth about me since I haven’t been laid in so long and well… I have needs damnit. And Taemin is pretty hot and I’m sure he’s tight as hell… Damnit, thank god Sooyoung noona forced me to wear a skirt otherwise I’d be caught. And it’s nice not having jeans pressing down on my crotch when I’m this turned on.
“Um, Minjung noona,” Taemin says to me as his hips press into mine. Shit, I’m sure he can feel me. Well I guess that means if he’s not totally turned off when he finds out the truth then I will most definitely be getting laid. He grinds his hips into mine and I let out a breathy moan, “Care to do some explaining NOONA?”
“Fuck, damnit, fine!” I grumble and lift my hand up to take the wig off my head. It was starting to itch anyways. I throw it to the side and look up at Taemin who is eyeing me with a curious gaze, “I’m a boy okay? I have a penis just like you do which is why I didn’t want your hand up my shirt earlier because then you would have found out for sure. But then you had to be good at kissing and it turned me on and now I have a problem down there.”
“And why exactly are you cross dressing in the first place? Are you a sick fuck who gets off in wearing women’s clothing? Are you wearing womens’ panties” Taemin tries to lift my skirt, but I smack his hand away.
“Yah, just because you know I’m a guy doesn’t mean you can go and lift up my skirt all willy nilly.”
“Willy nilly? When the fuck did we go back to being six?”
“Shut your fucking mouth and get off me already!”
“Answer my question and then I’ll get off you.”
“We’re not six so how am I supposed to answer that question?”
“Not that question smart ass. The one before it. Why you’re cross dressing in the first place.”
“Oh, it’s a long story.”
“I have all the time in the world. I’m actually quite comfortable where I am,” oh did I mention that this whole time Taemin is still grinding his hips into mine? Yeah, he’s a fucking asshole and a tease. I’m hard as fuck now and I just want to go home so I can jack off and be done with it all.
“Ass,” I mumble under my breath.
“What did you say noona?” he leans in with a hand cupped by his ear.
“I said you’re an ass!”
“But you like my ass don’t you noona? Aren’t you thinking about what it would be like to pound into it?” he teases me more by adding a little more force as he rotates his hips against mine.
“FUCK!”
“With pleasure.”
*~*
Okay so I have to admit that I’m happy as hell that Minjung, whose real name is Minho by the way, is actually a guy and not a girl. I was questioning my sexuality all over again when I finally admitted that I was attracted to her. And now it all makes sense. I guess my dick can decipher a dick in disguise.
Minho was still underneath me, our clothes strewn about my room. It’s a good thing I had closed the door otherwise who knows who could just waltz right in. I thought he was hot when he was writhing under me as a girl and we were making out, but now it’s hotter now that he’s a guy and his erection is rubbing against mine.
“Taemin,” he breathes out as I continue to work on sucking his collarbones and I really don’t wanna hear him talk to me right now. So what do I do to shut him up? I shove three of my fingers into his mouth. Yeah, that’s right even thought Minho is older than me and has a bigger build than I do, I’m totally going to make him bottom. I like being in control, it’s a total turn on for me. And it seems like he doesn’t mind either since he’s sucking on my fingers like they’re the greatest lollipop ever.
I start to moan against his skin as he takes my fingers even deeper into his mouth. I can only imagine what this would feel like if it were my dick instead. Oh shit, I need to get in him soon, I can’t wait much longer. Which doesn’t surprise me since I’ve never had much patience in my life.
I pull my fingers out of his mouth and without warning, shove two into his tight entrance. Yeah, I’m an ass for doing it, but like I said I’m not really a patient person. His back arches as I start to push and pull my fingers out of him, scissoring his entrance. He was fucking tight as hell and I have to admit that I love to fit myself into crammed spaces. So I’m not going to prepare him that much. Again, I know I’m an ass, but I know he’s not going to be complaining once we get started. Hell he wasn’t complaining now. He was a moaning mess underneath me.
“You sound like a slut,” I murmur into his mouth as I press mines against it. He just hums in response and I add in another finger. His back arches again and our crotches rub together causing moans to escape both of our mouths.
After another minute or two of stretching him, I pull my fingers out and line myself up with his entrance. I lean down and whisper in his ear, “Don’t hold back noona, I wanna hear you scream my name.”
“What?” he looks at me with confusion and I push myself into him. His back is arched perfectly off the bed and it’s one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s squirming underneath me, going back and forth between grunts and moans. He doesn’t ask me to pull out though, so I just keep my position and watch as he adjusts to the intrusion inside of him. His back slowly lowers and finally meets the bed again just as his hands come up to rest on my biceps, giving them a soft squeeze. I take that as my cue to start moving.
I slowly pull out about halfway before pushing back in. I don’t go too fast because I don’t want to hurt him. But I do know that after a few thrusts he should be adjusted to my length enough that I can speed up and pull out a little further, “Nmh… Minjung you’re as tight as a fucking virgin.”
“That’s because you’re the first to top me asshole,” he says between breathy moans.
“Oh, that’s quite an honor. Was no one else able to tame you enough to get on top of you?” I ask as I pull out just a little more before pushing back inside of the amazing heat of his ass.
“No, you’re the first one to throw himself on top of me.”
“You’re making it sound like you’re not enjoying this,” I angle myself just a little and hit his prostate this time. He lifts his body off the bed just a little and moans my name loudly.
“Never,” he pants, “Said that.”
I continue to cautiously thrust into him, completely enjoying the sounds of his moans and the slapping of skin against skin. I look down at him, his eyes are closed and his body twitches a little every time I push back into him. He has his mouth open in what seems like a permanent silent moan and occasionally a sound will slip out of it. It’s quite a beautiful sight.
“Taemin,” he breathes out.
“Hm?”
“I’m not a fucking doll.”
“What?”
“Why are you being so gentle, fuck me harder already. I need to cum,” he’s glaring me and for some reason, it turns me on even more.
“And what if I don’t?”
“I’ll push you off me and finish the job myself.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, now stop playing around and fuck me like a man!”
His last statement cracks me and I speed up my pace and the force behind my thrusts. The hands that were once on my waist, were now gripping the sheets of my bed. Knuckles were turning white as we both get closer and closer to our climax. I thought he was beautiful before, but now that I see him thrashing around underneath me, trying to get me to hit his prostate while he moans like a slut is even more beautiful. I lean forward, keeping my thrusts steady and take his collarbone into my mouth. While I suck on it, one of his hands leaves the bed and comes to rest on the back of my head. He keeps me in place as I continue to nip and pull at the skin that’s in my mouth before slowly moving the couple inches to give his other bone the same attention.
“Taemin, I’m close. I need you to touch me,” he murmurs between moans.
“Uh huh,” I move my hand between our bodies and wrap my fingers around his stiff cock. I’m able to match my strokes with my thrusts with one hand while the other starts to play with his balls. I know he’s not going to last much longer.
His legs wrap around my torso, bringing me down roughly causing my dick to plunge even deeper into him. Our moans fill the room and probably the house. We’re both impatient at this point, wanting nothing more than to get our release. The grip his legs have on me is tight and I’m barely able to move. He’s taken over, thrusting up onto me as his legs pull me down at the same time. I keep myself steady by placing both hands on either side of his body. Somewhere amongst the chaos of us having sex we manage to find one another’s lips and proceed to make out rather sloppily. I can feel both of our salivas mixing as they dribble down the side of my mouth. Our tongues are wrapping around one another, pushing and pulling each other into their respective mouths. Moans were now barely audible, majority of the sound being drowned out by our kiss.
His hand comes down to meet mine on his erection. He starts to guide me and my pace. I grip him tighter when his hand constricts around mine as I slowly move up and down his length. His fingers coax my other hand that’s playing with his balls to softly trail the line that separates them. His thumb moves mine to swipe over the tip a few times in small circles. I quickly realize that he’s pretty much showing me how he likes to get himself off, what he does exactly when he’s masturbating. It doesn’t take long for him to finally cum all over our hands and torsos.
His legs loosen as he revels in the amazing feeling of his orgasm. I feel his body relax under mine, his movements completely stops. Our kiss becomes less frantic and more lazy as the only thing that he’s focused on is riding out his orgasm. I don’t even bother to continue thrusting into him since his walls that are constricting around me are pretty much pulling me inside even more. They yank the orgasm right out of me as well and milk me for every last drop.
I collapse on top of him, complete shot of any strength in my body. We’re both panting and gasping for air, still reeling in the post-orgasm high. My lips find his neck and start to kiss every inch of it.
“You’re a fucking bastard,” he breathes out, once again holding my head in place when I start to suck on his adam’s apple.
“You got that right. I’m the fucking bastard that just took your virginity.”
“Shut the fuck up and get off me already. I think we’ve studied enough for today.”
“You sure about that noona?” I manage to muster up what little strength I have left to hover above him once again.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he pushes my chest and I roll off of him, landing on my bed with a soft thud. I was too tired to get up at this point, all I wanted to do was sleep. I can hear the springs squeak as he gets off the bed. I shut my eyes and let out a sigh, my breathing finally becoming normal again. I can hear him shuffling around the room, no doubt getting his clothes back on and by the time I open my eyes again, he’s standing in front of me as Minjung.
“Forget about us doing this project. I’ll just do it myself and put your name on it,” he says.
“Aw, but noona I had a great idea for what we should do it on.”
“Oh and what is that?” she raises an eyebrow at me after she slings her backpack over her shoulders.
“The male reproductive system,” I wink at her and she throws my notebook at me, hitting me square in the chest and I wince at the impact.
“Like I said so many times before, you’re an asshole,” she huffs and storms out of the room.
I get a text about a minute after I hear a car drive off:
To: Taemin
From: Minjung
I’ll be back tomorrow to help
you study your anatomy and
show you how a real man
does it. ;)
Author: giveitupjessica
Recipient: meridianslair
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7, 581
Warnings: het!2min, smut
Summary: There’s just something about the new girl in school that gets to Taemin, he’s not sure if it’s a good or bad thing yet, but he’s determined to find out.
LIKE A BOY
“I’m not sure what’s worst, being forced to wear this get up or the fact that it actually works. Are we sure this is one of the best school’s in Seoul?” I ask, staring at myself in the mirror.
“Yes sir, we’re sure of it,” Onew, my friend and bodyguard ever since I was a kid.
“I still don’t understand why I need to wear this in the first place though,” I complain and sit back down to have my sister, Sooyoung, finish fixing my appearance for the day.
“You know why Minho. We’ve been over this so many times already,” Onew lets out a sigh and leans against the wall, staring at me through the mirror, “After what happened with your family last year, your father doesn’t want to take any chances.”
“But why do I have to be the only one who has to be in disguise?” I complain and grimace when I look at my reflection.
“Because you are the heir to your family’s company. A company that Seoul pretty much runs off of.”
“What about you noona?”
“I’m not in line to inherit the company dear brother of mine. That is why I don’t have to do all of this. Besides I wasn’t the one who was kidnapped last year, you were,” she says and slaps my hand away when I start to mess around with my hair.
“But why do I have to be a girl?!” I exclaim and turn around to face them. I cross my arms over my chest and pout.
“Aw, don’t pout Minho or should I say Minjung?” his sister giggled.
“Shut up noona!”
“YAH! You don’t take to me that way,” she says and slaps my arm.
*~*
“Okay class we have a new student starting today,” my teacher announces, but I don’t bother lifting my head to see the new student. I never understood why teachers did that to new students. I mean it isn’t bad enough that they’re starting at a new school, but they also have to get humiliated by the teachers on the first day. Forced to stand up front and introduce themselves to the class and give us some “fun facts” about themselves as well. I think that tradition should stop. I say just let the new students come in, sit down, and if they want to introduce themselves to us, but if not no pressure.
“Hi,” she says and I have to admit that her voice is kind of low for a girl, “I’m Minjung. I just transferred here. Um… I like soccer and uh let’s be friends.”
I look up from the doodles I was busy drawing to see a rather tall girl standing in the front of the room. My eyes wander down her body, which wasn’t really anything to look at since she was like two parallel lines, no curves whatsoever. When I realize that she wasn’t wearing any heels, I almost laugh. She’s like a giant, some weird Amazon girl or something with muscles and everything. She’s going to be popular amongst the guys… HA! I can’t even keep a straight face when I just think that. I go back to my doodles and tune out the rest of the class like I always do.
“Okay Minjung-ssi, you can take that open seat over there,” I hear faintly catch the teacher saying. It’s not until the scrape of the chair beside me that I look up again. Amazon girl is sitting next to me. Great, people already see me as a girl as it is and next to her, I’ll probably look even more feminine. Fuck my life. I let out a sigh and scoot my chair as far as I can on our table before going back to my drawings.
“Excuse me,” I hear her whisper to me and I let out a long sigh as I try to ignore her. I soon find out that she’s a persistent one because she keeps saying the same thing over and over again.
“What?” I finally say out of frustration, turning to face her.
“I was just wondering if you mind sharing your books. No need to snap at me,” she says puffing out her cheeks before turning away from me.
“Where are your books?”
“They haven’t come in yet.”
“And who’s fault is that?”
“The company I ordered it from. Apparently they can’t read and sent them to my old address.”
“Oh,” I grudgingly push my book to the middle of the desk. We ended up sharing my books for a good week before she finally got hers. Where the hell did she live before anyways? Was she actually from the Amazon?
*~*
“Onew hyung,” I say as we walk to the car.
“Oppa,” he replies.
“What?”
“You’re still Minjung. I’m your oppa not your hyung,” he explains to me just as he trips over his foot. I grab his arms to steady him and he grabs mine in return.
“How are you my bodyguard again?” I laugh and he glares at me.
“Because I’m good at my job.”
“But you’re so clumsy oppa,” I tease, poking his cheek and he flinches away. If I had to choose one that that made dressing as a girl not so bad, it would have to be teasing Onew. He said it was disturbing to see me all girled up and acting like it too.
“Minjung-ah, stop teasing your oppa.”
“Aw, you’re no fun.”
“That’s fine with me. How was your day?”
“Nothing exciting. School is school. I wanna try out for soccer,” we finally reach the car and he opens the door for me. I slide in first and he follows right after me.
“I don’t think that will be a good idea Minho.”
“Why not? No one recognizes me, so I don’t see the harm in me trying out for the soccer team.”
“We can’t take that risk.”
“What risk?”
“Minho, you’re very unique when it comes to soccer. Your mannerisms and rituals are all uniquely yours. It wouldn’t be long before someone puts two and two together.”
“So I’m not allowed to play sports now too?!” I slump back in the seat and cross my arms over my chest, “I hate this! Why do we have to go to such extremes.”
“Because we don’t want another repeat of last year. I thought you understood this.”
“But this is my life we’re talking about here! I want to be able to do the things I want to do and wear my own clothes! Right now the only place I can wear my regular clothes at is at home. Even when we go out to dinner or if I need to run to the store, I have to be Minjung! It’s not fair! I want my life back!”
“Minho,” Onew places a comforting hand on my shoulder, “I know you’re frustrated, but please know that your parents are doing this for your own well being. They don’t want to lose you. I promise the minute we feel like you’re no longer in danger, you can go back to your true self.”
“I know hyung and I’m sorry that I’m taking all of this out on you. You’re probably sick of me, I’m surprised you’ve been with me for as long as you have. I know I’m not the easiest person to be around,” I pat his hand that’s on my shoulder and give him a smile.
“It’s okay Minho. I understand that your life is far from normal. Besides, I like working for you and your family. I see you as my actual dongsaeng now.”
“I know and I feel the same way about you.”
“Aw, you’re getting soft on me!” he pinches my cheek and I slap his hand away and push him. He pushes me back, rather roughly if I might add.
“YAH! You’re not supposed to push a girl!” I exclaim.
“Last I checked, girls don’t have penises. So I can push you all I want,” and he pushes me again to emphasize his point.
“If we weren’t in a car, you’d so be paying hyung. Just you wait until we get home. Then it’ll be on!”
“Bring it!”
“Oh it’ll be on like Donkey Kong!”
*~*
“I hear that he’s her boyfriend,” Sulli says while we eat lunch. As usual the girls were gossiping about the new girl, Minjung, again. You’d think that since it’s been months since she started here that people would have stopped talking about her, but that’s not the case. It seems like as the days pass, more and more people are talking about the mysterious new girl that no one knows anything about.
“You think? I mean he’s kind of hot so wouldn’t he be a little out of her league? I’m sure he could get a much prettier girl if he wanted,” Krystal replied, stealing a French fry from my plate, “Do you know anything about her Minnie?”
“No, why would I?” I say around the big bite I had just took from my sandwich.
“Because she’s your seatmate!” they say in unison, hitting me on each arm.
“YAH! Why are you hitting me?!” I rub the spots they hit and turn to glare at each of them.
“Because you’re the one person who can get us juicy info on this chick and yet you could care less. Aren’t you the least bit curious about her?” Sulli asks.
“Not really.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. I mean why should I care if she wants to keep her life private? It’s her choice. And what is it that people always say?” I tap my chin a couple times trying to think of that familiar saying, “Oh yeah! Curiosity killed the cat.”
“Cat smat. We wanna know about her! At least about the guy who drops her off every morning and then picks her up every afternoon. I mean he’s hot! A little clumsy from what we’ve seen, but still hot,” Krystal adds, “He’s totally out of her league if he’s her boyfriend like we suspect. I mean why else would a guy drop and pick a girl up from school everyday?”
“Maybe he’s her brother?” I suggest and am answered by two more slaps, “YAH!”
“They look nothing alike!” Sulli states.
“So? They could be half siblings or step siblings.”
“I doubt it.”
“How would you know? You don’t even talk to her.”
“Then find out for us!”
“No way. Ask her yourself. I don’t want to be involved in this.”
“You’re seriously no help to us Lee Taemin.”
“I wonder why we’re even friends with you in the first place,” Krystal adds and then turn to each other to continue with their theories about Minjung. I wonder why I’m friends with them as well. I turn to the only other people at our table and sigh when I see what they’re doing.
“YAH! Key and Jonghyun hyung!” I say, kicking them under the table and they separate from one another to glare at me.
“Taemin-ah! You need to learn how to respect your hyungs! You can’t go around kicking us just because no one is paying attention to you,” Jonghyun scolds me.
“Yah!” Key hits his bicep, “Don’t yell at my baby like that!”
“What?! He’s the one who interrupted us, rather rudely I might add, and I’m the one who’s getting in trouble?”
“Yes, you’re not allowed to talk to him like that,” I stick my tongue out at Jonghyun and he glares at me, “Now baby, what did you want?”
“I’m bored. Talk to me hyung,” I whine and put on my cutest face, batting my eyelashes at him.
“Of course. What do you wanna talk about?”
“Did you watch Music Core last night?” and we go into depth about every single performance last night, giving our individual critiques about them.
*~*
“So it says we’re supposed to slowly add in that stuff,” she says holding up a beaker, eyes still trained on the text book between us, “And record the changes as they happen. I guess we should use the dropper for this then and then we’ll be able to record what happens after adding so many drops.”
“Gosh this is so boring, it’s going to take us forever to get some kind of reaction,” I sigh, “Can’t we just pour it all in or something?”
“No, the notes need to be accurate if we want to get a good grade.”
“I just want to pass the class, so I’ll be good with a ‘C,’” I tell her and rest my head on my arms that I have folded no the desk. I turn so that I’m facing her and almost laugh at how serious she looks as she pours drop after drop into another beaker.
“Well since I’m doing all the work, you can at least write the stuff down. Or is that too hard for you to do as well?”
“My hand is broken,” I reply flatly, turning to face the front again.
“I swear, you’re like the worst seatmate ever. You can’t even write down what I tell you to write? It requires no thinking on your part and yet you still can’t do it.”
“It does involve thinking on my part. I have to know if I’m spelling the words right and remember whatever it is you tell me to write. So I think it’s best if you do that part too.”
“I think it’s best that you stop being a lazy ass and help me with our experiment or I’ll beat you up the head with my notebook.”
“You know for a girl you aren’t very feminine,” and that earns me a slap that leaves quite the stinging sensation on my arm, “You certainly don’t hit like a girl either.”
“Yeah well,” her head is bowed down, long hair slipping past her shoulders to cover her face. Is she blushing? Did I just make her blush?
“Yeah well what?” I ask, leaning closer to her in hopes of catching a glimpse at whether or not her cheeks were red. She moves away from me when she senses I’m close though.
“Just do what I tell you,” she finally states and shoves her notebook at me.
“Whatever,” I smile and move the notebook so that it’s right in front of me. She’s actually kind of cute when she’s being all shy. Then she ruins it when she opens her mouth. Wait, what am I thinking? I’m gay. I can’t possibly be developing a crush on her of all the girls in class to choose from. Although, she isn’t that girly and I’ve seen her hanging out with some of the guys from the soccer team which makes her kind of a tomboy. So I guess it’s not that far off if I have a crush on a tomboy right? She’s like a boy, just instead of a penis, she has a vagina. What the fuck? Now I’m thinking about vaginas?!
*~*
“Oppa,” I say and I hold back my laugh when I see Onew flinch at the word. We’ve been living this charade for months now and he still isn’t used to me acting like a girl. It’s actually kind of entertaining now, especially when I purposefully act touchy with him. He gets all stiff and sweat starts to drip down his forehead. Of course I’d get an ear full once we were back at home, but it was all worth it to see him squirm. Remind me again how he got a job as my bodyguard?
“Stop calling me that,” he whispers back to me as we walk from the school to the car that’s parked just outside the gates.
“But oppa,” I whine and tub on his arm, “You know you love it when I call you that. Besides, it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other.”
“Seriously Minho, stop it,” he grumbles under his breath.
I lean down to his ear, “I’m just playing my part hyung. Gotta make it believable right?”
“Minjung-ssi,” he sighs and I giggle, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him the rest of the way to the car.
“Oppa can we stop to get a snack on the way home?”
“Whatever.”
“Yay!” I kiss his cheek and almost crack up laughing when he grumbles a “Too much” accompanied by a glare.
“Aw, oppa, you’re so cute when you pout,” I pinch his check and let go of his arm, running ahead of him to the car. I stop what in my tracks when I see Taemin staring right at me from the gate. I can’t read his expression and the chill that shot up my spine was a little unsettling.
*~*
I just saw Minjung with that guy who drops her off and picks her up every day from school. They don’t look like they’re related so I don’t think they’re brother and sister. And the way she was just acting with him makes it seem like they might be dating. Wait, why do I even care about her? I silently curse Krystal and Sulli for getting to me. I really shouldn’t care so much who that guy is to Minjung. I don’t even like the girl to begin with. We’re just seatmates. That’s all. Nothing more.
Then what’s this weird feeling I’m getting in the pit of my stomach as I watch him help her into the backseat of that car?
*~*
“Yah, are you even listening to what I’m saying?!” I ask as I nudge my seatmate rather roughly. Probably a little too rough for a girl, but whatever, this is school work and I don’t mess around when it comes to school work. The least he could do is pull a little weight, I’ve done majority of the actually thinking and working. Now I understand why girls always complain about us guys. We are kind of lazy sometimes. Okay, all the time. The moment I get to be a boy again, in public at least, I’m totally changing my ways, “YAH!”
“What?” he retorts, rubbing the spot where I had shoved him, “Have I told you how ungirly you are today? Geez, where’d you get all that strength? Are from the fucking Amazon or something?”
“Aish, nevermind already. I’ll do it myself,” I huff and continue to write on the paper I had pushed towards him. I turn to him a few minutes later when I feel eyes on me and I’m a little caught off guard to see that he’s staring at me, “What?”
“Huh?” he snaps out of whatever thoughts he had and stares at me with confusion. God I hope he wasn’t thinking about us having sex or something. I know that look, I’ve seen that look. Hell I’ve had that look on my face before. Little does he know that I’m working with the same equipment down south as he is. I silently laugh to myself at the expression he would have if he found out I was a guy as well while trying to sleep with me. That would be priceless.
“You’re staring. Didn’t your mom ever teach you that it’s not polite to stare?” I turn back to the paper and start to copy some things from the textbook onto the paper.
“Staring?” he huffs, “Don’t flatter yourself Amazon. Why would I be staring at some freakish Amazon girl from outer space anyways? I was just thinking and you happened to be in my line of sight. I wasn’t staring at all. I think someone is just being conceited.”
“Whatever,” I turn my body so that my back is towards him and finish up the rest of our lab report. I’ve never had such a useless seatmate in my life. All he does is just sit there and vegetate and I swear he stares at me sometimes. Whenever I bring it up though, he tries to play it off and make me think I’m crazy. Yeah, I’m the crazy one. Gosh if only I could take my pencil and just stab his eyes out with them then we wouldn’t be having this problem, but Onew says that I could go to jail if I did that.
I look over my shoulder when I feel eyes on my again and sure enough he’s staring at me. I raise an eyebrow at him and he just turns to look the other way after saying, “Like I said before conceited.”
*~*
“I think you like her,” Key says while we eat lunch and my eyes are trained on the lone girl sitting all the way on the other side of the cafeteria. She never eats with anyone, the only company she has is whatever book she happens to be reading at the time. I’m not sure why exactly she eats alone, I’ve seen her talking to other kids before.
“I do not like her. I’m just intrigued. I mean why would anyone want to eat alone? Let alone spend lunch with their head stuck in a book?
“People who are focused,” Key says, “Just like my ex-boyfriend, Jinki hyung.”
“Whatever happened to him?” I ask as I turn to face Key again, I was done staring at Minjung and trying to figure her out.
“He’s doing good, says he’s really tired and stressed from college life, but otherwise good.”
“You still keep in touch with him?”
“Of course I do, why wouldn’t I? Things didn’t end badly between us. We had to break up because he was leaving for school.”
“What does Jonghyun hyung think of it?”
“Hell if I know, like it even matters. He knows better to boss me around.”
“You haven’t told him?”
“Why are we talking about me all of a sudden? We need to get back on track,” he pops a French fry in his mouth, “So you and Minjung eh?”
“Aish, I told you that I don’t like her,” both of our eyes go back to the girl and I let out a sigh, “I just wish I could understand her better. I mean she seem like a pretty simple, easy to read type of person, but she’s not. She confuses me like no other. I feel like there’s more to her than what we see on the outside.”
“She’s a girl, there’s always more to them than meets the eyes. You should ask her out on a date to find out exactly what it is.”
“I’m gay and last I checked Minjung is a girl. So how exactly does that work out for me?”
“Quit denying that you like her and just go ask her out already.”
“I think I’ll pass. Even if I were straight, she’s totally not my type. She’s not girly and she’s freakishly tall,” and just as I say that her head snaps up and her eyes lock with me. She glares at me like she heard what I had just said before gathering her things and exiting the cafeteria.
“Oh, I think she heard you,” Key teased as he poked my side, “You can had super human hearing to that list.”
*~*
“You have got to be kidding me,” I exclaim when I look down at the papers that were just handed to us, “We have to do a science project now? Are we in elementary school all over again. Why can’t we just continue to do labs?”
“Well I would rather spend my free time doing other things than working with you on some school project,” Taemin responds as he rolls his eyes at the sheet of paper in front of him.
“I’m not pulling your dead weight on this one,” I turn to look at him and he just waves me off like I’m nothing, “I mean it, you’re going to do half of this project. Why should I be the only one who has to sacrifice her free time just so you can go off with your friends?”
“Yeah, yeah whatver,” he responds, folding the paper and placing it in his binder, “You do your half of the project then give it to me and I’ll finish it up.”
“Yeah right, I don’t trust you to do it on your own. You’ll totally half ass it and I’ll be damned if my grade suffers because you’re a lazy ass.”
“I’m not a lazy ass. I just prefer not to do my work until it is absolutely necessary that I do it. I’m still in the top percentile of our class, thank you very much.”
I roll my eyes and pull out a calendar, “So let’s figure out how we want to do this. It says that we’ll have a little class time to work on it, but most of it will have to be done outside of class. So I have soccer on Tuesdays and Thursdays so we can’t do it then.”
“You play soccer?”
“I do and I don’t play for the school because I transferred too late,” and I’m a guy, I think to myself. I doubt that the school would approve of a male being on the female time or vice versa, “I mostly just scrimmage with a few buddies I have outside of school, but I am willing to sacrifice that if we are unable to work out a schedule that will go along with it.”
“Okay,” he pulls the calendar from my hands and starts to write on it, “I have dance on Mondays and Wednesdays. If you laugh, so help me I will punch you. I’m not against hitting a girl who provokes me.”
“I wasn’t going to laugh,” I take the calendar back, “So that leaves Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays which means we probably won’t be having a free weekend until we finish this project.”
“Great,” he leans back in his chair, bringing his hands up to rest behind his head, “Just what I want, to spend my weekends with some freakish Amazon girl.”
“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear that,” I put the calendar back in my folder, taking out a blank sheet of paper in the process, “Write down your phone number and address. We’ll start this Saturday at your place.”
“What? Why my place?”
“Because I said so, now write it down,” he starts to grumble incoherent words as he scribbles his address and phone number on the piece of paper. This wasn’t going to be a bucketful of sunshine for me either. The weekends were the only days where I could be myself for the entire day, granted I had to stay in all day to do so, but after a long week at school it wasn’t so hard to do.
*~*
It’s almost 11:30 on Saturday morning. I’m lounging on my bed and listening to music like I normally do on the weekends, but today I’m waiting for Minjung to show up so we can start our project for school. I wasn’t looking forward to today at all. Key, being the punkass that he always is, really has me questioning what I feel towards Minjung. I really thought it was just mild curiosity, but now I’m not so sure.
I still get that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I see her and that guy that drops and picks her up everyday. Lately, that feeling has been getting more and more intense. I want to know who he is to her and how they know each other. I’ve already ruled out that they were brother and sister, so either they’re related in some other way or they’re dating. I guess I could ask her when she gets here today, but I’m sure all she’ll want to talk about is that stupid project. Does she even know what a social life is? Well I guess if that guy is her boyfriend she does and she said she plays soccer with her friends that don’t go to our school on a weekly basis. But still, she’s always so serious when we’re in class. I want to see her relaxed and at ease. I’m sure she’s even more breath-taking then.
Damnit Key, why do I even listen to you? Why am I even your friend? It’s because of you that I’m having these thoughts of Minjung. But I’m gay! I’m fucking gay! I shouldn’t be thinking about girls like this. I shouldn’t be thinking about what I really want to be doing on my bed when she comes over. I shouldn’t be thinking about how I want to dominate her and make her submit to me for once. She was always bossing me around and telling me what to do, so I wanted the roles to be reversed.
“Taemin! Your schoolmate is here!” my mom yells from downstairs and I hop off my bed and go down to greet Minjung, my thoughts of her naked on my bed quickly leaving my head.
“Hi Minjung,” I say when I see her standing at the door making small talk with my mom.
“Hello Taemin,” she nods at me.
“Well I need to go run a few errands, so I’ll be gone for a few hours,” my mom says, grabbing her coat and keys before making her way to the door, “Have fun on your project!”
“Bye mom!” I wave and so does Minjung. I turn to her and take in her appearance. She looked different in regular clothes. She looked normal and like an actual girl.
“You’re staring at me again,” her voice interrupts my thoughts and I just smirk at her.
“Well I can’t help it. You look so different outside of the school uniform. You almost look pretty.”
“I wish I could say the same for you,” her voice is laced with sarcasm and I can’t help but let out a laugh, “So where are we going to do this?”
“In my bedroom.”
“What?”
“It’s better there because we won’t be disturbed.”
“Is there anyone else home?”
“No.”
“So who would disturb us then?”
“Well you never know when someone will come home,” I quickly say before grabbing her hand and pulling her up to my room, “Come on, let’s go up already.”
“Whatever,” she yanks her hand out of mine and crosses her arms in front of her non-existent chest, not that I was looking. I’m gay.
*~*
Okay I really don’t know how we ended up like this, it kind of just happened. Seriously, it did. So don’t roll your eyes at me. I’m really not this easy. It’s just he’s so frustrating and we’re always butting heads. And he’s such a lazy ass, well he isn’t really lazy right now since he’s kind of leading this whole thing. Gosh, I swear I didn’t come to his house with the intentions of this happening.
His hand slips underneath my shirt and I push it out, yeah did I mention that we’re kind of making out on his bed right now? I didn’t? Well we’re kind of making out on his bed right now. And he’s on top of my, totally guiding where this whole thing is headed. But it can’t head in the direction he wants it to. His hand tries to go under my shirt again, but I slap it away this time.
“What?” he asks as he pulls away, both of us gasping for some much needed oxygen.
“Don’t,” I say and he arches a brow at me.
“If you’re being self-conscious about your lack of breasts, it’s okay. I’m normally attracted to guys anyways, so I don’t really care about a girls’ boobs.”
“Yah,” I slap his arm, just because I figure that’s what most girls would do, but really I’m glad that he said that. I’m tempted to tell him the truth about me since I haven’t been laid in so long and well… I have needs damnit. And Taemin is pretty hot and I’m sure he’s tight as hell… Damnit, thank god Sooyoung noona forced me to wear a skirt otherwise I’d be caught. And it’s nice not having jeans pressing down on my crotch when I’m this turned on.
“Um, Minjung noona,” Taemin says to me as his hips press into mine. Shit, I’m sure he can feel me. Well I guess that means if he’s not totally turned off when he finds out the truth then I will most definitely be getting laid. He grinds his hips into mine and I let out a breathy moan, “Care to do some explaining NOONA?”
“Fuck, damnit, fine!” I grumble and lift my hand up to take the wig off my head. It was starting to itch anyways. I throw it to the side and look up at Taemin who is eyeing me with a curious gaze, “I’m a boy okay? I have a penis just like you do which is why I didn’t want your hand up my shirt earlier because then you would have found out for sure. But then you had to be good at kissing and it turned me on and now I have a problem down there.”
“And why exactly are you cross dressing in the first place? Are you a sick fuck who gets off in wearing women’s clothing? Are you wearing womens’ panties” Taemin tries to lift my skirt, but I smack his hand away.
“Yah, just because you know I’m a guy doesn’t mean you can go and lift up my skirt all willy nilly.”
“Willy nilly? When the fuck did we go back to being six?”
“Shut your fucking mouth and get off me already!”
“Answer my question and then I’ll get off you.”
“We’re not six so how am I supposed to answer that question?”
“Not that question smart ass. The one before it. Why you’re cross dressing in the first place.”
“Oh, it’s a long story.”
“I have all the time in the world. I’m actually quite comfortable where I am,” oh did I mention that this whole time Taemin is still grinding his hips into mine? Yeah, he’s a fucking asshole and a tease. I’m hard as fuck now and I just want to go home so I can jack off and be done with it all.
“Ass,” I mumble under my breath.
“What did you say noona?” he leans in with a hand cupped by his ear.
“I said you’re an ass!”
“But you like my ass don’t you noona? Aren’t you thinking about what it would be like to pound into it?” he teases me more by adding a little more force as he rotates his hips against mine.
“FUCK!”
“With pleasure.”
*~*
Okay so I have to admit that I’m happy as hell that Minjung, whose real name is Minho by the way, is actually a guy and not a girl. I was questioning my sexuality all over again when I finally admitted that I was attracted to her. And now it all makes sense. I guess my dick can decipher a dick in disguise.
Minho was still underneath me, our clothes strewn about my room. It’s a good thing I had closed the door otherwise who knows who could just waltz right in. I thought he was hot when he was writhing under me as a girl and we were making out, but now it’s hotter now that he’s a guy and his erection is rubbing against mine.
“Taemin,” he breathes out as I continue to work on sucking his collarbones and I really don’t wanna hear him talk to me right now. So what do I do to shut him up? I shove three of my fingers into his mouth. Yeah, that’s right even thought Minho is older than me and has a bigger build than I do, I’m totally going to make him bottom. I like being in control, it’s a total turn on for me. And it seems like he doesn’t mind either since he’s sucking on my fingers like they’re the greatest lollipop ever.
I start to moan against his skin as he takes my fingers even deeper into his mouth. I can only imagine what this would feel like if it were my dick instead. Oh shit, I need to get in him soon, I can’t wait much longer. Which doesn’t surprise me since I’ve never had much patience in my life.
I pull my fingers out of his mouth and without warning, shove two into his tight entrance. Yeah, I’m an ass for doing it, but like I said I’m not really a patient person. His back arches as I start to push and pull my fingers out of him, scissoring his entrance. He was fucking tight as hell and I have to admit that I love to fit myself into crammed spaces. So I’m not going to prepare him that much. Again, I know I’m an ass, but I know he’s not going to be complaining once we get started. Hell he wasn’t complaining now. He was a moaning mess underneath me.
“You sound like a slut,” I murmur into his mouth as I press mines against it. He just hums in response and I add in another finger. His back arches again and our crotches rub together causing moans to escape both of our mouths.
After another minute or two of stretching him, I pull my fingers out and line myself up with his entrance. I lean down and whisper in his ear, “Don’t hold back noona, I wanna hear you scream my name.”
“What?” he looks at me with confusion and I push myself into him. His back is arched perfectly off the bed and it’s one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s squirming underneath me, going back and forth between grunts and moans. He doesn’t ask me to pull out though, so I just keep my position and watch as he adjusts to the intrusion inside of him. His back slowly lowers and finally meets the bed again just as his hands come up to rest on my biceps, giving them a soft squeeze. I take that as my cue to start moving.
I slowly pull out about halfway before pushing back in. I don’t go too fast because I don’t want to hurt him. But I do know that after a few thrusts he should be adjusted to my length enough that I can speed up and pull out a little further, “Nmh… Minjung you’re as tight as a fucking virgin.”
“That’s because you’re the first to top me asshole,” he says between breathy moans.
“Oh, that’s quite an honor. Was no one else able to tame you enough to get on top of you?” I ask as I pull out just a little more before pushing back inside of the amazing heat of his ass.
“No, you’re the first one to throw himself on top of me.”
“You’re making it sound like you’re not enjoying this,” I angle myself just a little and hit his prostate this time. He lifts his body off the bed just a little and moans my name loudly.
“Never,” he pants, “Said that.”
I continue to cautiously thrust into him, completely enjoying the sounds of his moans and the slapping of skin against skin. I look down at him, his eyes are closed and his body twitches a little every time I push back into him. He has his mouth open in what seems like a permanent silent moan and occasionally a sound will slip out of it. It’s quite a beautiful sight.
“Taemin,” he breathes out.
“Hm?”
“I’m not a fucking doll.”
“What?”
“Why are you being so gentle, fuck me harder already. I need to cum,” he’s glaring me and for some reason, it turns me on even more.
“And what if I don’t?”
“I’ll push you off me and finish the job myself.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, now stop playing around and fuck me like a man!”
His last statement cracks me and I speed up my pace and the force behind my thrusts. The hands that were once on my waist, were now gripping the sheets of my bed. Knuckles were turning white as we both get closer and closer to our climax. I thought he was beautiful before, but now that I see him thrashing around underneath me, trying to get me to hit his prostate while he moans like a slut is even more beautiful. I lean forward, keeping my thrusts steady and take his collarbone into my mouth. While I suck on it, one of his hands leaves the bed and comes to rest on the back of my head. He keeps me in place as I continue to nip and pull at the skin that’s in my mouth before slowly moving the couple inches to give his other bone the same attention.
“Taemin, I’m close. I need you to touch me,” he murmurs between moans.
“Uh huh,” I move my hand between our bodies and wrap my fingers around his stiff cock. I’m able to match my strokes with my thrusts with one hand while the other starts to play with his balls. I know he’s not going to last much longer.
His legs wrap around my torso, bringing me down roughly causing my dick to plunge even deeper into him. Our moans fill the room and probably the house. We’re both impatient at this point, wanting nothing more than to get our release. The grip his legs have on me is tight and I’m barely able to move. He’s taken over, thrusting up onto me as his legs pull me down at the same time. I keep myself steady by placing both hands on either side of his body. Somewhere amongst the chaos of us having sex we manage to find one another’s lips and proceed to make out rather sloppily. I can feel both of our salivas mixing as they dribble down the side of my mouth. Our tongues are wrapping around one another, pushing and pulling each other into their respective mouths. Moans were now barely audible, majority of the sound being drowned out by our kiss.
His hand comes down to meet mine on his erection. He starts to guide me and my pace. I grip him tighter when his hand constricts around mine as I slowly move up and down his length. His fingers coax my other hand that’s playing with his balls to softly trail the line that separates them. His thumb moves mine to swipe over the tip a few times in small circles. I quickly realize that he’s pretty much showing me how he likes to get himself off, what he does exactly when he’s masturbating. It doesn’t take long for him to finally cum all over our hands and torsos.
His legs loosen as he revels in the amazing feeling of his orgasm. I feel his body relax under mine, his movements completely stops. Our kiss becomes less frantic and more lazy as the only thing that he’s focused on is riding out his orgasm. I don’t even bother to continue thrusting into him since his walls that are constricting around me are pretty much pulling me inside even more. They yank the orgasm right out of me as well and milk me for every last drop.
I collapse on top of him, complete shot of any strength in my body. We’re both panting and gasping for air, still reeling in the post-orgasm high. My lips find his neck and start to kiss every inch of it.
“You’re a fucking bastard,” he breathes out, once again holding my head in place when I start to suck on his adam’s apple.
“You got that right. I’m the fucking bastard that just took your virginity.”
“Shut the fuck up and get off me already. I think we’ve studied enough for today.”
“You sure about that noona?” I manage to muster up what little strength I have left to hover above him once again.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he pushes my chest and I roll off of him, landing on my bed with a soft thud. I was too tired to get up at this point, all I wanted to do was sleep. I can hear the springs squeak as he gets off the bed. I shut my eyes and let out a sigh, my breathing finally becoming normal again. I can hear him shuffling around the room, no doubt getting his clothes back on and by the time I open my eyes again, he’s standing in front of me as Minjung.
“Forget about us doing this project. I’ll just do it myself and put your name on it,” he says.
“Aw, but noona I had a great idea for what we should do it on.”
“Oh and what is that?” she raises an eyebrow at me after she slings her backpack over her shoulders.
“The male reproductive system,” I wink at her and she throws my notebook at me, hitting me square in the chest and I wince at the impact.
“Like I said so many times before, you’re an asshole,” she huffs and storms out of the room.
I get a text about a minute after I hear a car drive off:
To: Taemin
From: Minjung
I’ll be back tomorrow to help
you study your anatomy and
show you how a real man
does it. ;)