The First | 4/4
Pairing: 2minkey (with Taemin, Gwiboon and Minjung)
Rating: NC17
Genre: Mostly PWP with some cute romance and fluff slotted in~
Word Count: 9,858 words overall.
Summary: Minjung has grown tired of her lonely, single existence, even though she’s come to accept it for the most part… when she’s approached by a couple with an offer she simply can’t refuse.
A/N: Written for @katrinawritesthings’ Polyquest!
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“I’m so sore…” Minjung muttered, sitting down on one of the breakfast bar stools, her hair a mess of waves on the top of her head - a rushed bun she always tied it into when she hadn’t showered yet. “Why do I hurt?”
“Your body is adjusting.” Gwiboon explained, a spatula in her hand as she ensured the eggs and bacon wouldn’t burn. “You can have a shower after breakfast, you’ll feel better.”
Minjung only nodded, resting her chin upon her palms as she watched the pair move around the kitchen. They showed no signs of the previous night, other than dishevelled hair and deep bruises in places where lips and teeth had tugged on the skin. She figured her skin wasn’t much better and self-consciously brought her hands to her neck and shoulders to feel for any sore spots.
There was a chuckle as Taemin approached her, carrying plates to set down on the breakfast bar. “Looking for hickeys?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye that told her he was up to no good.
“Yes, but I don’t want any.” Minjung told him, sticking her tongue out.
He only gave her a swift kiss in reply and went to collect glasses from a cupboard, a jug of pre-made juice from the fridge following. Taemin poured her a glass and urged her to try it, insisting it wasn’t poisoned.
“Wow…” Minjung muttered, her tongue dancing with the flavours of fresh fruit.
“Gwiboon is obsessed with making delicious, healthy juices. Smoothies too.” Taemin announced, grinning as Gwiboon complained about the way he spoke. “Hey, it’s not a bad thing to be obsessed with.”
“Yeah. You could be doing drugs or something.” Minjung chimed in, giggling when Taemin burst into laughter.
Breakfast continued without much fuss, though Taemin and Gwiboon continued to tease one another, Minjung admiring the way they still looked at one another so softly even though they bickered in such a way. Taemin also insisted on feeding Minjung over and over again, cutting up egg, bacon, French toast and even fruits to hover in front of her lips.
“I take it this isn’t an opportunity you get often?” Minjung asked just before she accepted a mouthful of egg.
Gwiboon answered for Taemin, the male stuffing his face once more. “He’s the youngest in our group of friends, so yeah, he doesn’t usually get to feed someone else food. I hope you don’t mind indulging him until the novelty wears off.”
Minjung shook her head. “I don’t mind.”
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“When do you have to go home, Minnie?” Taemin asked, walking her to the bathroom, getting her a towel.
“I promised my parents I’d be home for dinner, so I guess before then?” She asked, not even wanting to leave. Already she felt like she simply belonged there. Even without the sex involved, Taemin and Gwiboon had welcomed her into their relationship as if she’d been there from the start, had tucked her into bed the night before, cuddled her as she slept, kissed her good morning and had made her breakfast. Leaving them just didn’t feel right. “I wish I could stay for longer though.” She told him.
Taemin kissed her. “Yeah, so do I.”
Minjung was half way through her shower when the door suddenly opened and she covered herself on instinct, gasping in surprise. “Oh, Gwiboon.” She muttered, relaxing moments after.
“Would you mind if I joined you?” Gwiboon asked, looking sheepish as she began undressing.
“Not at all.” Minjung replied, watching as the other woman stripped off her clothing. Perhaps she was too excitable, but Minjung just wanted to get her hands on her right then and there. She held back though, not wanting to cross any boundaries and also trying to show some self-control. It’s not like she hadn’t been in bed with this woman all night long as it was.
“Do you mind if I use your shampoo?” Minjung asked, hesitantly reaching for the bottle situated in a rack hanging from the shower head.
“Of course not, sweetheart.” Gwiboon replied, slipping into the shower and taking the bottle first. “Let me.”
Minjung felt a shiver wash over her as she lowered her head and waited until gentle fingers ran through her hair, spreading suds of vanilla over her head.
“So, did you actually tell anyone where you would be?” Gwiboon asked. “Not that I imagine you may gave straight out stated what you would be up to or anything.”
“Ha!” Minjung laughed, eyes scrunched shut to avoid getting suds in them. “My parents would die if they knew about any of this…” She said, a fact Gwiboon already knew. “And no, I didn’t tell anyone. Well… I told my friend Eunsook the address, just in case.”
Gwiboon was nodding as Minjug washed the suds from her hair. “I’m glad to hear it. You should always make sure someone knows where you are, especially when you’re meeting with strangers.”
Wiping her eyes, Minjung looked straight into Gwiboon’s, frowning as she delivered her words with finality. “I wasn’t meeting with strangers. I’ve been talking to you guys for weeks now and I… I mean I don’t know about love yet but I consider you two very close to me… It’s because I couldn’t tell if it was one-sided or not that I took the precaution of telling my friend.”
Gwiboon cupped Minjung’s face, pressing her mouth firmly against hers. “It’s not one-sided, sweetheart.”
A blush warmed Minjung’s cheeks, the younger woman turning so Gwiboon could take her turn under the water. “Let me wash your hair now.” She insisted, changing the subject.
Minjung proceeded to wash Gwiboon’s hair, unashambly pressing her chest against Gwiboon’s in her excuse to get closer. The action earned her deep, lingering kisses as Gwiboon indulged in Minjung’s eager spirit.
They were still standing under the running water when Minjung remembered the promise Gwiboon had made her the previous night. No longer caring about showing self-control, she reached down Gwiboon’s belly and slid a finger between her legs. Gwiboon let out a moan. “Hang on there, sweetheart. Let’s do that on a non-slippery surface.”
They continued kissing as they dried off, barely doing a good job before they stumbled out of the bathroom and straight onto the bed. Taemin, who had been playing on his phone, shifted out of their way with amused laughter. He put his phone aside though, sitting back to watch the free entertainment.
Gwiboon lay upon her back, kneading Minjung’s breasts as Minjung straddled her, eagerly kissing the older woman without any shame. Hair wet and hanging in strands, Minjung tried to push it out of her way - her action didn’t work and her hair continued to create a damp curtain from her head to the sheets - not wanting to lose the connection she had with Gwiboon at that moment.
She didn’t want to wait though, her curiosity burning, kissing down Gwiboon’s body until she was facing the woman’s centre. Using fingers first, she pulled the lips apart and explored with her thumbs, nudging the round clit, feeling how the muscles all around tensed at the touch. Adrenaline fuelling her, Minjung plunged in, licking the clit first before using her tongue to suck the bud into her mouth, suckling upon it without any hesitation. Gwiboon gasped, stunned by the sudden pleasure, a hand gripping at Minjung’s hair. Minjung hummed around her, taking in the scent of Gwiboon’s musk and the vanilla soap they’d used, and then tried to replicate the way Taemin had licked her the previous day, teasing with flicks of her tongue and then pressing firmly, sucking with lips, trying to push her tongue into Gwiboon’s depths.
Gwiboon came shortly after Minjung had pushed in two fingers, thighs trembling around Minjung’s head, fluid pooling upon the girl’s hand. Curious, she licked it up, glancing up at Gwiboon with wide eyes, still amazed by what she’d just done.
“Was I okay?” Minjung asked, voice quiet.
She was pulled into a kiss, Gwiboon sitting up in a flurry to pull her in. Humming, Minjung took that as her answer and allowed herself to be rolled onto the bed, kisses growing deep and then light as one of Gwiboon’s fingers probed into her vagina, thumb rolling her clit.
Minjung jolted, her hips jutting into the touch, mouth falling open, allowing Gwiboon’s teeth to grab her bottom lip and tug it. Once Gwiboon’s teeth released her, Minjung glanced to Taemin, remembering that he was still present. He’d pulled his penis from his shorts, stroking himself leisurely as he continued to voyeur their display. She giggled, meeting his gaze. “I’m trying your dick next, Taem.” She vowed, licking her lips and feeling her chest tighten at the way his mouth fell open with a pleasured groan.
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Minjung kissed each of them in turn, letting lips linger as long as she could before she stepped out of the car. Home, now that she was there, didn’t feel like it anymore.
“Remember, Minnie. We have a date on Tuesday night.” Taemin reminded her, poking his head out of the car window. “And if you’re not there we’ll be upset.” He said with a pout and a sad expression.
Chuckling, Minjung leaned down to kiss his pout. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
She stood on the sidewalk and waved as they drove off, watching the car until it was out of sight. Somehow, she wished it would just come back then and there, take her back to the life they had to offer. Instead, all she could do was go back into her house and continue as if the last twenty-four hours hadn’t happened.
“You’re finally back…” Sooyoung commented, glancing over her shoulder from the living room as Minjung slipped off her boots. “You were gone for a whole day… Finally got that boyfriend, huh?” She quizzed, grinning widely with a wink.
Minjung couldn’t help the smile that rose upon her lips. “Kind of.”
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Rating: NC17
Genre: Mostly PWP with some cute romance and fluff slotted in~
Word Count: 9,858 words overall.
Summary: Minjung has grown tired of her lonely, single existence, even though she’s come to accept it for the most part… when she’s approached by a couple with an offer she simply can’t refuse.
A/N: Written for @katrinawritesthings’ Polyquest!
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“I’m so sore…” Minjung muttered, sitting down on one of the breakfast bar stools, her hair a mess of waves on the top of her head - a rushed bun she always tied it into when she hadn’t showered yet. “Why do I hurt?”
“Your body is adjusting.” Gwiboon explained, a spatula in her hand as she ensured the eggs and bacon wouldn’t burn. “You can have a shower after breakfast, you’ll feel better.”
Minjung only nodded, resting her chin upon her palms as she watched the pair move around the kitchen. They showed no signs of the previous night, other than dishevelled hair and deep bruises in places where lips and teeth had tugged on the skin. She figured her skin wasn’t much better and self-consciously brought her hands to her neck and shoulders to feel for any sore spots.
There was a chuckle as Taemin approached her, carrying plates to set down on the breakfast bar. “Looking for hickeys?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye that told her he was up to no good.
“Yes, but I don’t want any.” Minjung told him, sticking her tongue out.
He only gave her a swift kiss in reply and went to collect glasses from a cupboard, a jug of pre-made juice from the fridge following. Taemin poured her a glass and urged her to try it, insisting it wasn’t poisoned.
“Wow…” Minjung muttered, her tongue dancing with the flavours of fresh fruit.
“Gwiboon is obsessed with making delicious, healthy juices. Smoothies too.” Taemin announced, grinning as Gwiboon complained about the way he spoke. “Hey, it’s not a bad thing to be obsessed with.”
“Yeah. You could be doing drugs or something.” Minjung chimed in, giggling when Taemin burst into laughter.
Breakfast continued without much fuss, though Taemin and Gwiboon continued to tease one another, Minjung admiring the way they still looked at one another so softly even though they bickered in such a way. Taemin also insisted on feeding Minjung over and over again, cutting up egg, bacon, French toast and even fruits to hover in front of her lips.
“I take it this isn’t an opportunity you get often?” Minjung asked just before she accepted a mouthful of egg.
Gwiboon answered for Taemin, the male stuffing his face once more. “He’s the youngest in our group of friends, so yeah, he doesn’t usually get to feed someone else food. I hope you don’t mind indulging him until the novelty wears off.”
Minjung shook her head. “I don’t mind.”
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“When do you have to go home, Minnie?” Taemin asked, walking her to the bathroom, getting her a towel.
“I promised my parents I’d be home for dinner, so I guess before then?” She asked, not even wanting to leave. Already she felt like she simply belonged there. Even without the sex involved, Taemin and Gwiboon had welcomed her into their relationship as if she’d been there from the start, had tucked her into bed the night before, cuddled her as she slept, kissed her good morning and had made her breakfast. Leaving them just didn’t feel right. “I wish I could stay for longer though.” She told him.
Taemin kissed her. “Yeah, so do I.”
Minjung was half way through her shower when the door suddenly opened and she covered herself on instinct, gasping in surprise. “Oh, Gwiboon.” She muttered, relaxing moments after.
“Would you mind if I joined you?” Gwiboon asked, looking sheepish as she began undressing.
“Not at all.” Minjung replied, watching as the other woman stripped off her clothing. Perhaps she was too excitable, but Minjung just wanted to get her hands on her right then and there. She held back though, not wanting to cross any boundaries and also trying to show some self-control. It’s not like she hadn’t been in bed with this woman all night long as it was.
“Do you mind if I use your shampoo?” Minjung asked, hesitantly reaching for the bottle situated in a rack hanging from the shower head.
“Of course not, sweetheart.” Gwiboon replied, slipping into the shower and taking the bottle first. “Let me.”
Minjung felt a shiver wash over her as she lowered her head and waited until gentle fingers ran through her hair, spreading suds of vanilla over her head.
“So, did you actually tell anyone where you would be?” Gwiboon asked. “Not that I imagine you may gave straight out stated what you would be up to or anything.”
“Ha!” Minjung laughed, eyes scrunched shut to avoid getting suds in them. “My parents would die if they knew about any of this…” She said, a fact Gwiboon already knew. “And no, I didn’t tell anyone. Well… I told my friend Eunsook the address, just in case.”
Gwiboon was nodding as Minjug washed the suds from her hair. “I’m glad to hear it. You should always make sure someone knows where you are, especially when you’re meeting with strangers.”
Wiping her eyes, Minjung looked straight into Gwiboon’s, frowning as she delivered her words with finality. “I wasn’t meeting with strangers. I’ve been talking to you guys for weeks now and I… I mean I don’t know about love yet but I consider you two very close to me… It’s because I couldn’t tell if it was one-sided or not that I took the precaution of telling my friend.”
Gwiboon cupped Minjung’s face, pressing her mouth firmly against hers. “It’s not one-sided, sweetheart.”
A blush warmed Minjung’s cheeks, the younger woman turning so Gwiboon could take her turn under the water. “Let me wash your hair now.” She insisted, changing the subject.
Minjung proceeded to wash Gwiboon’s hair, unashambly pressing her chest against Gwiboon’s in her excuse to get closer. The action earned her deep, lingering kisses as Gwiboon indulged in Minjung’s eager spirit.
They were still standing under the running water when Minjung remembered the promise Gwiboon had made her the previous night. No longer caring about showing self-control, she reached down Gwiboon’s belly and slid a finger between her legs. Gwiboon let out a moan. “Hang on there, sweetheart. Let’s do that on a non-slippery surface.”
They continued kissing as they dried off, barely doing a good job before they stumbled out of the bathroom and straight onto the bed. Taemin, who had been playing on his phone, shifted out of their way with amused laughter. He put his phone aside though, sitting back to watch the free entertainment.
Gwiboon lay upon her back, kneading Minjung’s breasts as Minjung straddled her, eagerly kissing the older woman without any shame. Hair wet and hanging in strands, Minjung tried to push it out of her way - her action didn’t work and her hair continued to create a damp curtain from her head to the sheets - not wanting to lose the connection she had with Gwiboon at that moment.
She didn’t want to wait though, her curiosity burning, kissing down Gwiboon’s body until she was facing the woman’s centre. Using fingers first, she pulled the lips apart and explored with her thumbs, nudging the round clit, feeling how the muscles all around tensed at the touch. Adrenaline fuelling her, Minjung plunged in, licking the clit first before using her tongue to suck the bud into her mouth, suckling upon it without any hesitation. Gwiboon gasped, stunned by the sudden pleasure, a hand gripping at Minjung’s hair. Minjung hummed around her, taking in the scent of Gwiboon’s musk and the vanilla soap they’d used, and then tried to replicate the way Taemin had licked her the previous day, teasing with flicks of her tongue and then pressing firmly, sucking with lips, trying to push her tongue into Gwiboon’s depths.
Gwiboon came shortly after Minjung had pushed in two fingers, thighs trembling around Minjung’s head, fluid pooling upon the girl’s hand. Curious, she licked it up, glancing up at Gwiboon with wide eyes, still amazed by what she’d just done.
“Was I okay?” Minjung asked, voice quiet.
She was pulled into a kiss, Gwiboon sitting up in a flurry to pull her in. Humming, Minjung took that as her answer and allowed herself to be rolled onto the bed, kisses growing deep and then light as one of Gwiboon’s fingers probed into her vagina, thumb rolling her clit.
Minjung jolted, her hips jutting into the touch, mouth falling open, allowing Gwiboon’s teeth to grab her bottom lip and tug it. Once Gwiboon’s teeth released her, Minjung glanced to Taemin, remembering that he was still present. He’d pulled his penis from his shorts, stroking himself leisurely as he continued to voyeur their display. She giggled, meeting his gaze. “I’m trying your dick next, Taem.” She vowed, licking her lips and feeling her chest tighten at the way his mouth fell open with a pleasured groan.
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Minjung kissed each of them in turn, letting lips linger as long as she could before she stepped out of the car. Home, now that she was there, didn’t feel like it anymore.
“Remember, Minnie. We have a date on Tuesday night.” Taemin reminded her, poking his head out of the car window. “And if you’re not there we’ll be upset.” He said with a pout and a sad expression.
Chuckling, Minjung leaned down to kiss his pout. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
She stood on the sidewalk and waved as they drove off, watching the car until it was out of sight. Somehow, she wished it would just come back then and there, take her back to the life they had to offer. Instead, all she could do was go back into her house and continue as if the last twenty-four hours hadn’t happened.
“You’re finally back…” Sooyoung commented, glancing over her shoulder from the living room as Minjung slipped off her boots. “You were gone for a whole day… Finally got that boyfriend, huh?” She quizzed, grinning widely with a wink.
Minjung couldn’t help the smile that rose upon her lips. “Kind of.”
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