minha/sungjong, flower power
flower power.
minha/sungjong
~2,200 wc
nc-17
au
▌Background
In the future, men are an oppressed group. The characteristics associated with femininity and womanhood are held in high esteem, thus flower boys are ranked higher than masculine men. With women in holding almost 90% of all global leadership positions, the superior gender consider the inferior gender as tools. Men are merely biological means in which children can be born. The worldwide use of sperm banks have decreased the social value of men. “I don’t need a man” is a typical mantra.
Minha is a queen. No, she’s not royalty, but everything about her is regal. She doesn’t look down on anyone, including men, but it’s hard to look up to anyone when you’re held up so high. Sungjong’s status is good; physically, he’s the ideal flower boy - thin, pretty, and charming. Not to mention, he’s smart. But while he’s smart and pretty, he’s still a male and you know how men are.
▌Foreword
His physical features were delicate and his voice was gentle. She was attracted to all that. However, what really turned her on about him was the fact that Sungjong knew how to lead and be dominant, but also knew when to be submissive.
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As a woman, Minha can choose man she likes. She can say “yes”, she can say “no”. The freedom, the power, the confidence is amazing. She’s read in the history textbooks of women subverting themselves to their fathers, husbands, and sons. It’s a pity what they had to go through.
★
“Hello, I’m Park Minha. I’m a senior, majoring in Sociology and minoring in Psychology. For my thesis project, I’m studying the differences among feminine men and masculine men: how they’re treated in society, the affect of gender identity’s role on sexual orientation, and yeah stuff like that. To conduct this experiment, I need to personally observe 10 guys. I’m not a pervert or anything so I won’t be watching you in your sleep or like following you into the restroom.” Minha eye-smiles. Half the class is too mesmerized by her beauty to hear her words. And only a few notices the smirk on her lips.
“Whether you will be joining me in this study or not, please fill out the survey I’m passing out now.”
The professor returns to the podium. “By the way, those who participate in the study will have three points added onto their final average.”
And suddenly everyone is interested. Minha waits for the students to finish the survey before collecting the applications.
“I will contact the professor about whom I choose as the participants. He’ll send out the emails to the selected students in a few days. Farewell for now.”
She gracefully makes her exit, leaving behind lecture hall full of dazed lower classmen.
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“Kyungri unnie, help me,” Minha whined. After four hours of going through the applications, she was bored. She had trimmed the potential pool from 97 to 22. Though she spent at least one hour and a half creeping on the applicants’ Facebooks. But how else would she know who to choose? Femininity and masculinity can be manifested through appearance, personality, and mannerisms. She couldn’t determine the latter yet, so Facebook helped her with the first two.
“I’m busy.” Minha pouted. More like Kyungri was busy procrastinating. She should’ve been working on her own major thesis project, not face-chatting with her girlfriend, Hyelim.
Minha reluctantly returned to her work after watching a few drama episodes. She finally narrowed the list down to a select ten guys. Choi Minho, Choi Minki, Huang Zitao, Kim Jongin, Kim Kibum, Lee Howon, Lee Sungjong, Lim Hyungsik, Son Dongwoon, Woo Jiho. Some easily fit the stereotypical checklist of effeminate qualities with interests like girl group dance covers and Hello Kitty. Others seem to straddle the line between the two extremes. But to understand each case, she’ll need to meet with them regularly.
“Okay, now I need to contact each of them and set up meetings. Meeting ten guys regularly is going to be troublesome.” She sighed loudly three times before Kyungri yelled, “Turn your porn down!”
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On each ‘date’, she brought along a pen and notebook. Each case study has his own notebook. She color-coded the notebooks based on their favorite colors or particular interests. Closing the Hello Kitty designed notebook, Minha closed her eyes for a few seconds. The first week was finished and she was already exhausted. There was so much to take note of: hairstyle, stature, fingernails (are they painted? what color?), fashion, pitch of the voice, etc. And of course, the most important is what they had to say.
Her general first impression of each was:
- Choi Minho: lively, tall, chauvinistic (holding the door open, paying for their coffee date)
- Choi Minki: trimmed nails painted black, pretty face, controls emotions well/blank
- Huang Zitao: very fashionable, unique nose, a bit of a brat
- Kim Jongin: shy, favorite topic of discussion is dance
- Kim Kibum: witty, has an interesting and wild taste in fashion, skilled with eyeliner pencil
- Lee Howon: another dancer, doesn’t bite back his words, knows a lot of American slang
- Lee Sungjong: looks like he walked straight out of a bi-shonen manga, sociable
- Lim Hyungsik: addicted to the gym (those biceps!), nice smile and eye-smile
- Son Dongwoon: mixed race/foreigner (?), handsome, has a sexy speaking voice
- Woo Jiho: lyricist and rapper, extreme Hello Kitty fan
By the third week, she was beginning to feel comfortable with most of the guys. Well, she and Kim Jongin became awkward with each other after she denied his romantic advances. But other than that, everything was peachy. The fifth week she drove the conversations to a personal topic: sexualities. When Choi Minho, who Minha mentally deemed as the ‘manliest’ of the bunch, admitted that he was only interested in dating older men, she was stunned for a moment. Lee Howon’s answer was non-traditional, he simply said, “I like beautiful people, whether they’re men or women.” Woo Jiho described his ideal mate as a girl with thighs that touched. And Choi Minki identified as asexual. Everyone else labeled themselves as heterosexual.
The same week, Lee Sungjong asked to meet outside the scheduled time.
“So, how’s your study going?” Sungjong leaned back in his chair. Minha wondered why they were here at this restaurant. It wasn’t flashy, though the atmosphere was comfortable; jazzy music played softly in the background and the food arrived at a reasonable time.
“It’s coming along.” He gave her a pointed look, the message coming across clear. From his silence, she understood that he wanted her to elaborate more. She flicked her hair.
“Ah, well, my thesis is how sexual orientation doesn’t have a correlation with expression of gender. A masculine man isn’t necessarily heterosexual and an effeminate man can be heterosexual. This conclusion is may be an obvious one to some, but there are still those in this society who believe otherwise.” Minha pauses. She’s overanalyzing again. As a Psych minor, she determines what’s going through someone’s head by interpreting their behavior. Or maybe she’s just a know-it-all sometimes. Sungjong is no longer leaning back in his chair. He’s drawing closer to her, a certain twinkle in his eyes.
“Doesn’t sound very groundbreaking, I agree.” She feels teased, almost insulted, by the slight upturn of his lips.
“I guess, it seems like my study isn’t really going anywhere. I don’t know if it was wise to spend the first four weeks just getting to know the participants. I haven’t delved into the heart of the thesis until this week.” Minha expects him to make another half-teasing, half-judging statement. Besides to being beautiful and sociable, he can be a wise guy on rare occasions, she notes.
“Maybe, maybe not. It’s important to know, really know your subjects.” She’s unable to decipher the tone behind that emphasis on really. Ignoring his undecipherable tone, Minha chooses to out-stare him. The weird air is lifted when she wins and he laughs at his loss.
“Anyway. I think next week I’ll focus on the sexual aspect. This is going to be totally awkward.” She lets out a fake-laugh from nervousness when Sungjong offers to help.
“Um, okay, how are you going to help? Provide me sexual favors or something.” She raises her eyebrow as to express her deep disbelief.
“Something like that, noona.” Noona rolls off the tip of his tongue like something sinful. Combined with a coy smile and wink, Minha wonders, is this freshman really trying to come on to me? Like is this really happening?
★
Minha hadn’t intended on taking her observation to another level, but well, shit happens.
★
It’s week six.
She took a few days to think this over. He had it all planned out by the time she texted, ok i’m in.
They went on another date. A more expensive restaurant this time. Minha wore a fancy ruffled white shirt and black mini-skirt. Sungjong sported a black button-up and white trousers. His confidence and quiet excitement is radiating onto her. They don’t talk about the study at all since they’ll be doing plenty of studying later. From underneath the dinner table, Sungjong massages the inside of her thighs. The lightning is dark in their corner, Minha doesn’t think anyone could see them. But the couple beside them definitely heard her moan. She leans forward, trying to swallow down another moan.
“I think we should go”. He removes his fingers from underneath her skirt. A naughty smirk dances on his lips.
“Let’s.”
Minha invites Sungjong back to her apartment. She had warned her roommate in advance to vacate the premises. All those smiles and smirks and winks were getting to her. She couldn’t deny the attraction she felt toward him. His physical features were delicate and his voice was gentle. She was attracted to all that. However, what really turned her on about him was the fact that Sungjong knew how to lead and be dominant, but also knew when to be submissive.
Like right now he was leading her into an intense state of arousal. His warm mouth surrounding her breast, hot tongue lapping at her nipple. He walked a finger from her stomach to the waistband of her underwear and farther.
“I-I you need to undress.” Removing his mouth and his finger, Minha rushed to lift her shirt and pull down her skirt. Sungjong followed her lead, un-buttoning his collared shirt and pulling down his trousers. As he was taking off his shoes and socks, Minha was setting everything up. She had bought a bouquet of roses to decorate the bed with rose petals to, you know, set the mood. When they both had gotten rid of their clothes, Sungjong draws her to him. “I’m going to make you feel good.”
More than good, she felt amazing. He mapped her skin with his mouth. Traveling from the mountains of her breasts to the plains of her stomach. Reaching his destination, gently kissed her rosebud before licking the surrounding area. Long, soft kisses. Those delicate kisses became short, quickened licks. Minha cries out when Sungjong slides a finger in to accompany his tongue. Words can't describe how fucking amazing she feels until Sungjong pulls back.
"I think you're wet enough." Even his voice is making her quiver right now.
"Yeah," she says, breathless. Minha retrieves the strap-on from the other side of the bed. “I paid like 80,000 won for this so you better enjoy. I will, too.”
The strap-on was expensive, but Minha thinks it’ll be worth the price. Every review contained five stars. It’s a dual vibrating one, so her pussy will be entertained as she fucks him.
Minha leads him to the bed and pushes him down on it. She orders him to get on all fours. When he does, Minha un-caps the lube bottle and coats her fingers. First she prepares her strap-on cock, slicking it up with lube.
Anticipation builds up in Sungjong as she meticulously spreads the lube around and in his hole. Minha takes her time. One finger, two, then three. Once she's able to insert three fingers without his hole rejecting them, Minha enters ever so carefully with the strap-on, not daring to push the full-length in. After a few shallow probes, Minha pulls out to kiss Sungjong’s neck. With an excited tilt, she sing-songs, “Are you ready?” He exhales and nods once. Minha lines her mock-cock with his hole and slowly pushes in. The moan that leaves his mouth makes her ears tingle. She adjusts to the feel of the vibrator in her pussy as he’s adjusting to the stretching. When they’re both ready, Minha fully enters him. His second moan is a little louder than the first.
"Fuck...Minha.." She wants to hear him more. She wants to hear him scream because her. Each time Minha pulls out and re-enters with more force than before. Her left hand on Sungjong’s left shoulder blade, she pushes him closer to the bed. Ass high in the air gives her better access. His whimpering is getting muffled in the sheets. But when she slightly changes the angle of her thrusts, his moans become louder than ever.
“Minha, Minha, Minha…” Sungjong chants her name over and over like the lyrics of a song. The power trip is turning her on. Her face is flush and her skin feels hot. She leans in, her breasts kissing his back. Minha’s lips ghosts his right earlobe.
“Tell me this cock, my cock, feels good.”
His thoughts are floating and swirling around together. He can only think of her touches and her thrusts that’s pushing him closer to his release. He can’t make out anything, but “Yes, Minha, yes, yes, yes.” Satisfied, she grips his thin hipbones, manicured nails digging into the flesh. Widening the space between her legs to get closercloser, the sound of skin-to-skin slapping joins their moans. Minha feels the vibrator massaging her clitoris. The bed is creaking loudly as her hip movements become erratic and fasterfaster. She bites into Sungjong's shoulder as she orgasms, eyes rolling to the back of her head, clitoris throbbing from the vibrator. In the aftermath of her orgasm, Minha continues to thrust into Sungjong, finally bringing him to his release. She kisses the small of his back and pulls out. Minha takes off the strap-on, places it in a container to be washed later, and returns to the bed. She curls into Sungjong's body, wrapping an arm around his waist before drifting to a well-deserved sleep.
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i attempted to write one of my favorite kinks, yay me