[fic] Minho/Key - SHINee - High Maintenance - Chapter 3/10
Title: High Maintenance; Chapter 3/10
Author: fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Minho/girl!Key (Minho/Gwiboon)
Other characters: Jonghyun, Onew, Zhou Mi, Boa, girl!Taemin (some are around more than others)
Warnings: sex? (as if the rating isn’t a dead giveaway haha)
Wordcount: 47 200 (overall); 4646 for this part
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: When Gwiboon's car breaks down she expects the repairs to be an annoying hassle. Not in her wildest dreams had she hoped for an illegally hot mechanic to be there to ease her hardships.
Comments: The second chapter didn’t have that much actual minkey interaction, but I think this should definitely make up for that ;D Please enjoy~
Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Despite all her good intentions, Gwiboon somehow doesn’t manage to ask Minho out even the next few times she visits the garage. There’s a lot of flirting and at some moments it feels like Minho might actually be the one to acknowledge it out loud, but eventually nothing happens. And then comes the day when Minho says the words Gwiboon has been dreading for a while now.
“Your car is ready.”
Gwiboon isn’t proud of the way she only manages an “Oh.” as an answer, but at least she manages something instead of just gaping at Minho like an idiot. She tries to compose herself as fast as she can, reaching out for the keys that Minho is handing to her already. “That was faster than I expected.”
Immediately, Minho grins. “It took almost two months instead of the two weeks I first promised. C’mon, that’s not fast by any standards.” He shifts a bit on his feet, leaning slightly against the pitch black Camaro that’s been standing in the garage for even longer than Gwiboon’s car. She knows, she’s admired it every single time she’s walked past it. And having Minho right next to it? This is some drool worthy material right here, she thinks. If only she could have a photo of this she’d keep it very safe. In her bedside drawer. For convenient access when needed.
“So,” Gwiboon hesitates, biting her lip lightly as she looks at him. Now would be the time to say thank you, make an awkward goodbye and leave. But the thing is, she doesn’t want to. She doesn’t want to go because she genuinely likes Minho and the constant flirting, and definitely wouldn’t mind continuing with it for a bit before she has to walk out and move on with her life.
Then there’s of course the fact that Minho is drop dead gorgeous. Gwiboon has no idea when she developed a kink for greasy work overalls and white sweaty tanktops, but Minho is working that combination so well that Gwiboon just wants to jump him. Or maybe rip that shirt off and lick the sweat off Minho’s toned chest. Or untie the sleeves of the overalls from around Minho’s waist to get rid of the garment altogether.
She doesn’t even realize how long she’s been silent before Minho clears his throat, looking about as hesitant as she feels. “Thank you,” Gwiboon begins, and that is the precise moment she decides that fuck it. Literally. So she abandons whatever generic goodbye she was about to spew, instead smirking. “This might sound a bit forward,” she begins, never one for subtlety, “but ever since I walked in here I’ve sort of wanted to rip that tanktop off you. Do you think that could be arranged?”
Something flickers across Minho’s expression and the next thing Gwiboon knows is that there are large palms cupping her cheeks to tilt her head upwards, and a pair of lips landing on her own. It’s not one of those hesitant first kisses but goes straight for the goal, persistent and desperate all at once. Gwiboon takes it as a sign that she hasn’t been the only one fantasizing about this.
True to her words, Gwiboon instantly slides her palms under Minho’s shirt and she can’t hold back a moan at how nice the abs feel underneath her fingertips. Slowly, savouring, she runs her hands up and pushes the garment along, nudging Minho to break the kiss so that she can get rid of the shirt altogether. Now that she has an actual permission to stare she does, oh boy she does. Shallow or not, she could spend ages just admiring the view.
“Shouldn’t we actually get in some action, too?” Minho teases after a while. He definitely doesn’t seem to mind being stared at, quite the contrary he looks pleased, and there’s even a slight flush on his cheeks. Even if it’s probably from the heat of the moment, Gwiboon likes to think that Minho has the affinity to blush as well.
“Something like what?” Gwiboon asks, feigning innocence.
Minho grins as he runs his palm down her arm, all the way to her wrist to grab her hand and move it to his crotch. Shamelessly, Gwiboon sighs at that, and gives an experimental squeeze. Quite a handful right there, she notes, pleased, and can’t help but to show it with the way she purrs her answer. “What are you waiting for? There are condoms in my purse.”
The only answer she gains is a groan and Minho grabs her waist tight, as if he needs to hold on to something to collect himself. Suddenly Gwiboon feels the ground vanish from beneath her feet, and instinctively she grabs Minho’s shoulders for support. It’s exhilarating, and somehow there’s nothing she can do but laugh as she’s set on top of the same sleek, black Camaro she’d been admiring earlier. Easily, Minho slots himself between her legs, moving in until he can kiss the smile right off her lips.
“As hot as this is,” Gwiboon says, smirking and a little breathless, some of her perfect curls falling off the bun to frame her face. “Are you sure the owner of the car would approve?” She negates the whole question the next second, moving her foot up the back of Minho’s thigh, until her heel is digging into the small of Minho’s back. Easily she loops her legs around his waist, trapping him.
Minho doesn’t really say anything to that, instead slipping his hand between Gwiboon’s thighs. Only then does she realize how ready she already is for this, as Minho easily moves her panties aside just enough to slide two fingers inside of her. It’s not even nearly what she wants but it still feels good, makes her hold her breath and tighten her hold on Minho’s shoulders. She has half a mind to just tell him to skip foreplay but then again she’s always enjoyed being pushed to her limits, and beyond.
As soon as Minho crooks his fingers, she shudders, arching against his hand. His fingers are deliciously long, just perfect to work her higher, especially as he seems to know exactly what he’s doing with both the three fingers in her and his thumb rubbing her off simultaneously. She’s panting as she tightens her hold on him, placing a whole row of sloppy kisses along his jaw. It’s better than she’d even dared to imagine, and they haven’t even gotten through half of her plans.
If she’d known it would be this good, she would’ve suggested this the second she left her car in for reparations. She shivers again when Minho kisses her, like he means it, and that’s when she gives in and lets go. All she does is ride out the waves of pleasure, moves her hips into the touch even when it feels almost too much to take. She likes to think she’s pretty good at getting herself off but it doesn’t even compare to how much hotter this is.
Gwiboon takes a second to breathe against Minho’s shoulder, before she licks a stripe up his neck. It makes him shudder, a helpless little groan slipping from him, and Gwiboon can imagine how badly he needs more by this point. She pulls back, fully aware her cheeks are flushed and her hair mussed up already, some of her make up probably slightly smeared, but she just doesn’t care.
“The purse,” she prompts, and that’s finally what seems to get some life into Minho. He kisses her again, lingering as if he doesn’t want to stop, and when he pulls back he’s grinning in a sort of irresistible way. He manages to snatch the purse without moving too much, and hands it over to Gwiboon to rummage through. By the time she emerges victorious with the condom, he has managed to untie the sleeves from around his waist, and push the overalls down just enough for their purposes.
“Are you,” Gwiboon sing-songs as she unwraps the condom, unceremoniously rolling it over Minho’s erection. The only acknowledgement is a groan that goes straight through Gwiboon, but she only pauses for a second before going on. “Are you always this silent or is it just me?” She keeps stroking Minho, slowly and teasingly, until he grabs her hand and makes her stop.
Minho leans in and nips on Gwiboon’s lower lip, before grabbing her hips to yank her to the edge of the hood of the car, right on reach. He’s already pressing their hips close, yet not close enough if one asks Gwiboon. “I’m a man of action,” Minho finally says, dropping his voice into a low rumble. “But if you want me to talk, I’ll talk.”
There’s yet another kink Gwiboon didn’t know she had. Minho’s voice does things to her she hadn’t even thought possible, and it makes her patience snap within a split second. “Talk later,” she breathes out and reaches between them, to guide Minho right where she wants him. “Fuck now.”
She gets exactly what she asks for. Minho slams right home in one go, making Gwiboon squeak in a way she will never admit to publicly. “Holy fuck,” she snaps, tugging on her skirt a little to get it properly out of the way, to be able to wrap her legs higher around Minho’s torso. When Minho begins to move in earnest, she can’t help but dig her nails into his back.
“C’mon, Gwiboon,” Minho urges, his voice not quite steady, and at that second Gwiboon realizes she could probably come from the mere sound of his voice. “Don’t hold back. You know it’s only you and me here. No one will hear you scream.”
“I’m not a fucking screamer,” Gwiboon snaps automatically, although a heartbeat later she sort of wants to take that back since holy hell Minho finds just the right angle way too effortlessly. She gets off on being manhandled like this way too much, and Minho’s large palm tightening on her waist to keep her steady is already enough to make her mouth go dry.
Then there’s the way Minho doesn’t stop fucking her hard, not even when he slips his hand between their bodies again, thumb rubbing over Gwiboon’s clit. Before long, she doesn’t give a damn what she said only moments prior, as it feels like she’s going to burst any given second now. She might scream, or it might only be a breathless cry that forces its way from her throat. All that matters though is that she comes for the second time, her nails scratching deep welts into Minho’s back.
Out of breath - and probably in a hideous stage of disarray, she finally loosens her grip on Minho and leans back against the hood of the car. And it’s the best decision she’s made in …well, in a while. Minho looks even more gorgeous like this, droplets of sweat shimmering on his skin as he leans over her, looks straight at her with hardly even blinking. He’s panting, obviously close, and thus Gwiboon takes the last opportunity she has.
She slides her palms over Minho’s muscular shoulders, down his chest, spends a while just enjoying the way his abs flex under her touch. Then she scrapes her nails down his sides, lightly at first. It makes him shudder, his eyes slipping shut, and she repeats the motion encouraged by the reaction. Minho seems to enjoy being roughed up a little bit, but it’s nothing compared to the reaction Gwiboon gains when she grabs his head and yanks him down for a kiss.
It’s like his whole body goes still for a second, before his hips stutter into a few more thrusts, and then he’s done. It seems to take forever for him to come down from the initial high, but he’s grinning at Gwiboon the whole time so she doesn’t exactly mind. Cocky as the expression might be, he’s so hot he’s forgiven anything right now.
Truth to be told, Gwiboon would’ve assumed that after a rough burst of lust like that the mood would be a little more awkward. In reality, it’s nothing of sorts. Like the gentleman he is, Minho helps Gwiboon off the hood of the car and they both fix their clothes the best they can. Gwiboon knows she should visit the bathroom, her makeup is probably smeared and her hair must look horrendous.
She reaches for her purse, where her emergency makeup kit is, only for Minho to hand it to her wordlessly. She smiles, opening her mouth to ask if she can use the bathroom to freshen up, when he blurts out “You’re beautiful.”
It’s not the first time she’s heard that, especially from someone who wants to get into her pants, but there’s something different in the way Minho says it. It’s like he’s almost embarrassed he said it out loud, and that makes Gwiboon melt completely. She leans in and plants a small peck on his lips, grinning as she pulls back. “Thank you. But I’d still want to fix my hair before I leave. If I could use your bathroom?”
It seems like Minho’s smile is stuck on his face and he instantly agrees, and shows her where the tiny bathroom is. Afterwards, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. When he pulls on his shirt he can feel the welts from Gwiboon’s nails, and from her sharp heels, but somehow that makes him grin even harder. A part of him wants to call Jonghyun but it’d feel too much like bragging, and he doesn’t want this to be just about getting laid.
So he waits, leans back against the car and sticks his hands into his pockets, hoping that Gwiboon is up for …another round of sex? Date? Anything, actually. He’d take anything from her at this point. She’s something he can’t even wrap his mind around, equally aggravating and enchanting and just absolute joy to be with.
When Gwiboon emerges she looks a lot more put together, but if one looks closely it’s still clear that she’s been roughed up quite nicely just moments prior. She strides straight to Minho and slips a piece of paper into his back pocket, coevally stealing a nice grope. “Thank you. We’ll be in touch.” It sounds like sealing a business deal but she winks, before getting into her car.
As she drives off, Minho stands there and admires the whole combination. Fiery and beautiful, it really is the perfect car for her. Absent-mindedly he pulls the paper out of his pocket. It’s a simple, short note, but it makes Minho’s face hurt from all this goddamn grinning.
Call me. You have the number.
Usually after everything noteworthy in her life, Gwiboon calls Jinki immediately. It sort of doesn’t feel real unless she tells her best friend, and this is no exception. She tries to resist since it sort of feels like this is something that belongs only to her and to Minho, something like a secret, but when she parks the car in her spot in the underground garage of her apartment building she gives in.
She doesn’t even unbuckle the seatbelt before she digs out her phone and dials Jinki’s number. He barely gets in a proper greeting before Gwiboon bursts out her big news. “Oh my god Jinki you wouldn’t believe what just happened!”
There’s a sigh at the other end of the line. “You finally slept with the gorgeous mechanic you’ve been drooling after for weeks?” Curse Jinki for being so spot-on, Gwiboon thinks, but then again that’s probably because they’ve known each other for such a long time.
Still, she groans theatrically. “C’mon, Jinki! Give me a chance to tell you things, don’t always ruin it!” She doesn’t have the patience for any more antics though, she’s far too excited and overwhelmed still. “But yes, I did! And it was the best thing since… ever. Jinki, he’s so good.”
Now, it seems like Jinki’s interest is piqued. “How good is ‘so good’?”
“Remember that guy from Hyoyeon’s birthday party two years ago?”
“That good?” Jinki sounds impressed. At that time, Gwiboon hadn’t shut up about that man for weeks, even though she hadn’t even caught his name and it had clearly been just a one-night-stand.
“No,” Gwiboon sighs, “Even better.” She slouches in her seat and leans her head against the headrest, and when she closes her eyes she can still feel Minho’s hands on her, his mouth on her, him inside of her. “I swear to you, his dick is amazing. And his hands, my gosh, he knows what he’s doing. I’m still shaking.”
“I think you’re exaggerating just a little bit,” Jinki hums. “So,” he goes on after a second, curiously, “So does this mean you want him? I mean, to date him? Since you know your parents are going to be less than thrilled.”
The mention of her parents is enough to drive all pleasant memories from Gwiboon’s mind and she frowns. “I don’t know if I want him. I barely know him! He’s nice and all, and a complete sex god, but I have no idea if I want it to go further than that. And even if I do, I know I can’t bring him home, mother would kill me with her judging looks and father would give me the respectable fiancé speech.”
“Hey, Gwiboon, don’t worry about it,” Jinki says, in the calming manner Gwiboon has learned to love along the years, “just see where it goes. You know I’ve got your back. I’ll cover for you.”
“Yeah, I know.” Gwiboon knows that without saying. It sucks that she still needs to hide half of her life from her disapproving parents, but she’s not ready to take that leap quite yet. She wants to, but in the end, the approval of her parents still does weigh too much to be ignored. She’s grateful for a friend like Jinki who makes it all possible - without him, she would barely have a life at all. And Jinki is very well aware of how grateful she is. For everything.
“What am I going to wear!” Gwiboon says, to no one but herself. She already spent an hour on the phone with Boa and Zhou Mi in the morning - her phone bill is going to skyrocket this month - and tried to call Jinki only to get his voicemail, so she’s left to do this alone this time. And she has no idea. All Minho told her was that he’d made a reservation, and that tells nothing about the class of the restaurant.
She rifles through her closet, past the red form fitting dress she loves and the frilly summer dresses, deciding that those are not fancy enough for the occasion. They’re something she’d wear if she was going out with Jinki or some of her other friends, not for a date. On a date she dresses to impress. Yet she’s once again faced with the problem of having a walk in closet full of clothes and nothing that she wants to wear.
Eventually, she picks a long dress that glimmers when light hits it, the blue shades turning from almost black to much lighter gradually towards the hem. It’s gorgeous on her, she knows, and she spends a moment admiring herself in the mirror. If this doesn’t underline all of her curves in the best of ways, nothing will, and it’s still more than classy. Wearing it always makes her feel good about herself and she does a little twirl as she waltzes out of the bedroom, to fix her makeup next.
Briefly she considers curling her hair but then instead chooses to bind it up with hairpins that match her dress with the sparkly little diamonds attached at the end. It leaves the column of her neck bare, accentuates her sharp jaw line, and she smiles at her mirror image. “Now,” she sighs, finally deeming herself ready. This night better go well, she hasn’t been this worked up since the last school dance, when she was an excited teenager for god’s sake.
Gwiboon slips into the six inch heels that await her by the door, slides on her light jacket and grabs her purse. As she waits for the elevator she still shoots a mass text to all three of her best friends, telling them to wish her luck. Boa replies immediately with a short you go get it girl! and Jinki’s answer is the usual if your mother asks you spent the night here, got it.
It shouldn’t really be possible for Gwiboon’s mood to lift higher, but she could swear she gets even giddier. This shall be an amazing night.
Minho twists a little, carefully keeping an eye on the passing cars to spot Gwiboon’s when she arrives. It’s stupid, really, a car like that could be spotted miles away but he’s admittedly nervous about this. It’s been ages since he dated, even longer since he dated and took it this seriously, so he wants to get it right. He even briefly considered wearing a suit - the only one he owns - but then went for a clean button-up and black jeans. It’s not like the small Italian family restaurant is a place anyone suits up for.
It took three days for Minho to collect enough courage to even call Gwiboon and ask her out. He has no clue what the social norm is with things like this. Should he have waited a bit not to be too pushy? Or called soon not to seem disinterested? He didn’t want to seem too desperate, either, although he sort of really is. So it took Jonghyun telling him to stop being such a pain in the butt and make the goddamn call already before he actually did.
He’s already completely certain he’s been stood up when the car finally shows up, probably breaking the speed limit by far. It makes Minho grin and he pulls his hands from his pockets, slowly strolling towards the vehicle. He doesn’t quite make it in time to open the door for her, but she doesn’t seem to mind as she instantly flashes him a bright smile.
“I’m sorry I’m late, really, but I didn’t know where we’d…” she trails off, only now seeming to realize where they are, and how Minho is dressed. At that very instant she knows she’s overdressed for the occasion, and it makes her feel like she stands out amongst everyone else in the premises. Painfully so. Especially since Minho is still silently staring at her. “I, uh, didn’t know…”
This time she doesn’t get to finish because Minho steps closer, reaches for her hand and gently gives it a small squeeze. “I’m so sorry, this is so not a place you’d be used to, I should’ve known to book something fancier for tonight. I… we don’t need to stay here. We can go find a… you tell me a good restaurant you like, or we move this for another evening, or… I’m sorry.”
His ramble instantly makes her feel better about the whole ordeal. She twines their fingers together, giving him a slight nudge as she determinedly begins to march towards the restaurant. “No this looks charming,” she says firmly. There’s no such thing as overdressed, anyway. She’s fabulous, and if someone cannot deal with it it’s their loss. “We can’t let the reservation go to waste, can we?”
The smile Minho gives her is both relieved and surprised, and he makes her slow down so that they’re actually walking side by side. “Be careful,” he begins in a conspiratorial whisper, “or you might just blind everyone.”
Gwiboon comes to an abrupt stop, huffing indignantly. “My dress is not that sparkly!”
“No,” Minho grins. It’s the cocky one, the one that Gwiboon is already ridiculously fond of although it should make her feel like punching his lights out. He releases her hand and slides his arm around her waist, guiding her forward. “But I bet I’m the first person ever to bring a date as gorgeous as you.”
Compliments always work like a dream, and when they finally step inside and are guided to their table, the slight flush on Gwiboon’s cheeks isn’t an embarrassed one, but merely pleased. She does gather long looks from the other people at the diner, but those are mostly admiring, gently stroking her ego. Yet it’s nothing compared to the way Minho’s attention makes her feel as she basks in it.
It turns out Minho personally knows the old couple who runs the restaurant, and Gwiboon has to admit that it has a certain charm to it, eating in a small place like this. They might not have the best quality wines on their list, or offer the sort of five-star service she’s used to. But they’re also not uptight and professional but actually really heartfelt and genuine, not to mention the food is delicious.
The dessert is so good Gwiboon devours it in a blink of an eye, and only after has a short moment of regret for losing her ladylike demeanour so shamelessly. Minho seems to enjoy the show though, and if there had been a drop of malice in his glee she’d have brutal revenge. There isn’t, though, so she decides to go for a different route. She leans back slightly on her seat, smiling sweetly at him.
“I wouldn’t have pinned you for the slow enjoyer,” she starts conversationally. “In my experience, you seemed to be the …quick and efficient type.” As she speaks, she silently slips her right foot out of her shoe and pokes Minho’s ankle with her toes. It gains no other reaction but the automatic little flinch, so she decides she can be much bolder.
“Are you really analyzing me based on one single encounter?” Minho asks, amusement clear in his voice. It’s obvious he’s about to say more, but he falls silent and his eyes go almost comically wide when Gwiboon slides her foot upwards, along Minho’s endlessly long leg, until her toes are nearly at his crotch. “Gwiboon…” He glances around, as if he’s scared someone will notice. “What are you doing?”
“If these tablecloths were a little longer,” she says, completely seriously, not even blinking as their gazes meet. “I’d be right under there, getting another encounter to back up my deductions.” She grins as Minho groans, the slightest of touches obviously enough to make him shiver ever so slightly. “I’ve been dying for a taste.”
“You can’t seriously suggest you’d-” Minho only manages to begin the sentence before their waiter appears at the table, asking them if they’re done with their meal, or if they still want something else. Gwiboon flashes the waiter her most brilliant smile, assuring him they’re fine and they only need the check, please. If the waiter thinks it’s odd Minho is completely silent, biting his lower lip, he doesn’t say a word about it.
“You were saying?” Gwiboon asks as soon as they’re alone again. Or as alone as they can be in a restaurant half-full of people. The way Minho tries to glare at her is sort of both amusing and endearing, as he fails at it spectacularly. He’s too turned on to make her stop, but at the same time too embarrassed to really get into it, so Gwiboon decides to have mercy on him. She pulls back, easily gets her shoes back on and gives him a little smirk. “I think you should pay first, but then… what do you say we’ll leave your car here for the night and head back to my place?”
There’s nothing he can say to that but yes.
Chapter 4
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eeeep I hope that was passable! I haven’t exactly written much het smut before, haha.
I was hoping to get this up earlier but I had the worst week so I wasn’t really in the mood for proofreading :| but hey-ho once a week isn’t that bad an updating speed, right? :3
@DW.
Author: fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Minho/girl!Key (Minho/Gwiboon)
Other characters: Jonghyun, Onew, Zhou Mi, Boa, girl!Taemin (some are around more than others)
Warnings: sex? (as if the rating isn’t a dead giveaway haha)
Wordcount: 47 200 (overall); 4646 for this part
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: When Gwiboon's car breaks down she expects the repairs to be an annoying hassle. Not in her wildest dreams had she hoped for an illegally hot mechanic to be there to ease her hardships.
Comments: The second chapter didn’t have that much actual minkey interaction, but I think this should definitely make up for that ;D Please enjoy~
Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Despite all her good intentions, Gwiboon somehow doesn’t manage to ask Minho out even the next few times she visits the garage. There’s a lot of flirting and at some moments it feels like Minho might actually be the one to acknowledge it out loud, but eventually nothing happens. And then comes the day when Minho says the words Gwiboon has been dreading for a while now.
“Your car is ready.”
Gwiboon isn’t proud of the way she only manages an “Oh.” as an answer, but at least she manages something instead of just gaping at Minho like an idiot. She tries to compose herself as fast as she can, reaching out for the keys that Minho is handing to her already. “That was faster than I expected.”
Immediately, Minho grins. “It took almost two months instead of the two weeks I first promised. C’mon, that’s not fast by any standards.” He shifts a bit on his feet, leaning slightly against the pitch black Camaro that’s been standing in the garage for even longer than Gwiboon’s car. She knows, she’s admired it every single time she’s walked past it. And having Minho right next to it? This is some drool worthy material right here, she thinks. If only she could have a photo of this she’d keep it very safe. In her bedside drawer. For convenient access when needed.
“So,” Gwiboon hesitates, biting her lip lightly as she looks at him. Now would be the time to say thank you, make an awkward goodbye and leave. But the thing is, she doesn’t want to. She doesn’t want to go because she genuinely likes Minho and the constant flirting, and definitely wouldn’t mind continuing with it for a bit before she has to walk out and move on with her life.
Then there’s of course the fact that Minho is drop dead gorgeous. Gwiboon has no idea when she developed a kink for greasy work overalls and white sweaty tanktops, but Minho is working that combination so well that Gwiboon just wants to jump him. Or maybe rip that shirt off and lick the sweat off Minho’s toned chest. Or untie the sleeves of the overalls from around Minho’s waist to get rid of the garment altogether.
She doesn’t even realize how long she’s been silent before Minho clears his throat, looking about as hesitant as she feels. “Thank you,” Gwiboon begins, and that is the precise moment she decides that fuck it. Literally. So she abandons whatever generic goodbye she was about to spew, instead smirking. “This might sound a bit forward,” she begins, never one for subtlety, “but ever since I walked in here I’ve sort of wanted to rip that tanktop off you. Do you think that could be arranged?”
Something flickers across Minho’s expression and the next thing Gwiboon knows is that there are large palms cupping her cheeks to tilt her head upwards, and a pair of lips landing on her own. It’s not one of those hesitant first kisses but goes straight for the goal, persistent and desperate all at once. Gwiboon takes it as a sign that she hasn’t been the only one fantasizing about this.
True to her words, Gwiboon instantly slides her palms under Minho’s shirt and she can’t hold back a moan at how nice the abs feel underneath her fingertips. Slowly, savouring, she runs her hands up and pushes the garment along, nudging Minho to break the kiss so that she can get rid of the shirt altogether. Now that she has an actual permission to stare she does, oh boy she does. Shallow or not, she could spend ages just admiring the view.
“Shouldn’t we actually get in some action, too?” Minho teases after a while. He definitely doesn’t seem to mind being stared at, quite the contrary he looks pleased, and there’s even a slight flush on his cheeks. Even if it’s probably from the heat of the moment, Gwiboon likes to think that Minho has the affinity to blush as well.
“Something like what?” Gwiboon asks, feigning innocence.
Minho grins as he runs his palm down her arm, all the way to her wrist to grab her hand and move it to his crotch. Shamelessly, Gwiboon sighs at that, and gives an experimental squeeze. Quite a handful right there, she notes, pleased, and can’t help but to show it with the way she purrs her answer. “What are you waiting for? There are condoms in my purse.”
The only answer she gains is a groan and Minho grabs her waist tight, as if he needs to hold on to something to collect himself. Suddenly Gwiboon feels the ground vanish from beneath her feet, and instinctively she grabs Minho’s shoulders for support. It’s exhilarating, and somehow there’s nothing she can do but laugh as she’s set on top of the same sleek, black Camaro she’d been admiring earlier. Easily, Minho slots himself between her legs, moving in until he can kiss the smile right off her lips.
“As hot as this is,” Gwiboon says, smirking and a little breathless, some of her perfect curls falling off the bun to frame her face. “Are you sure the owner of the car would approve?” She negates the whole question the next second, moving her foot up the back of Minho’s thigh, until her heel is digging into the small of Minho’s back. Easily she loops her legs around his waist, trapping him.
Minho doesn’t really say anything to that, instead slipping his hand between Gwiboon’s thighs. Only then does she realize how ready she already is for this, as Minho easily moves her panties aside just enough to slide two fingers inside of her. It’s not even nearly what she wants but it still feels good, makes her hold her breath and tighten her hold on Minho’s shoulders. She has half a mind to just tell him to skip foreplay but then again she’s always enjoyed being pushed to her limits, and beyond.
As soon as Minho crooks his fingers, she shudders, arching against his hand. His fingers are deliciously long, just perfect to work her higher, especially as he seems to know exactly what he’s doing with both the three fingers in her and his thumb rubbing her off simultaneously. She’s panting as she tightens her hold on him, placing a whole row of sloppy kisses along his jaw. It’s better than she’d even dared to imagine, and they haven’t even gotten through half of her plans.
If she’d known it would be this good, she would’ve suggested this the second she left her car in for reparations. She shivers again when Minho kisses her, like he means it, and that’s when she gives in and lets go. All she does is ride out the waves of pleasure, moves her hips into the touch even when it feels almost too much to take. She likes to think she’s pretty good at getting herself off but it doesn’t even compare to how much hotter this is.
Gwiboon takes a second to breathe against Minho’s shoulder, before she licks a stripe up his neck. It makes him shudder, a helpless little groan slipping from him, and Gwiboon can imagine how badly he needs more by this point. She pulls back, fully aware her cheeks are flushed and her hair mussed up already, some of her make up probably slightly smeared, but she just doesn’t care.
“The purse,” she prompts, and that’s finally what seems to get some life into Minho. He kisses her again, lingering as if he doesn’t want to stop, and when he pulls back he’s grinning in a sort of irresistible way. He manages to snatch the purse without moving too much, and hands it over to Gwiboon to rummage through. By the time she emerges victorious with the condom, he has managed to untie the sleeves from around his waist, and push the overalls down just enough for their purposes.
“Are you,” Gwiboon sing-songs as she unwraps the condom, unceremoniously rolling it over Minho’s erection. The only acknowledgement is a groan that goes straight through Gwiboon, but she only pauses for a second before going on. “Are you always this silent or is it just me?” She keeps stroking Minho, slowly and teasingly, until he grabs her hand and makes her stop.
Minho leans in and nips on Gwiboon’s lower lip, before grabbing her hips to yank her to the edge of the hood of the car, right on reach. He’s already pressing their hips close, yet not close enough if one asks Gwiboon. “I’m a man of action,” Minho finally says, dropping his voice into a low rumble. “But if you want me to talk, I’ll talk.”
There’s yet another kink Gwiboon didn’t know she had. Minho’s voice does things to her she hadn’t even thought possible, and it makes her patience snap within a split second. “Talk later,” she breathes out and reaches between them, to guide Minho right where she wants him. “Fuck now.”
She gets exactly what she asks for. Minho slams right home in one go, making Gwiboon squeak in a way she will never admit to publicly. “Holy fuck,” she snaps, tugging on her skirt a little to get it properly out of the way, to be able to wrap her legs higher around Minho’s torso. When Minho begins to move in earnest, she can’t help but dig her nails into his back.
“C’mon, Gwiboon,” Minho urges, his voice not quite steady, and at that second Gwiboon realizes she could probably come from the mere sound of his voice. “Don’t hold back. You know it’s only you and me here. No one will hear you scream.”
“I’m not a fucking screamer,” Gwiboon snaps automatically, although a heartbeat later she sort of wants to take that back since holy hell Minho finds just the right angle way too effortlessly. She gets off on being manhandled like this way too much, and Minho’s large palm tightening on her waist to keep her steady is already enough to make her mouth go dry.
Then there’s the way Minho doesn’t stop fucking her hard, not even when he slips his hand between their bodies again, thumb rubbing over Gwiboon’s clit. Before long, she doesn’t give a damn what she said only moments prior, as it feels like she’s going to burst any given second now. She might scream, or it might only be a breathless cry that forces its way from her throat. All that matters though is that she comes for the second time, her nails scratching deep welts into Minho’s back.
Out of breath - and probably in a hideous stage of disarray, she finally loosens her grip on Minho and leans back against the hood of the car. And it’s the best decision she’s made in …well, in a while. Minho looks even more gorgeous like this, droplets of sweat shimmering on his skin as he leans over her, looks straight at her with hardly even blinking. He’s panting, obviously close, and thus Gwiboon takes the last opportunity she has.
She slides her palms over Minho’s muscular shoulders, down his chest, spends a while just enjoying the way his abs flex under her touch. Then she scrapes her nails down his sides, lightly at first. It makes him shudder, his eyes slipping shut, and she repeats the motion encouraged by the reaction. Minho seems to enjoy being roughed up a little bit, but it’s nothing compared to the reaction Gwiboon gains when she grabs his head and yanks him down for a kiss.
It’s like his whole body goes still for a second, before his hips stutter into a few more thrusts, and then he’s done. It seems to take forever for him to come down from the initial high, but he’s grinning at Gwiboon the whole time so she doesn’t exactly mind. Cocky as the expression might be, he’s so hot he’s forgiven anything right now.
Truth to be told, Gwiboon would’ve assumed that after a rough burst of lust like that the mood would be a little more awkward. In reality, it’s nothing of sorts. Like the gentleman he is, Minho helps Gwiboon off the hood of the car and they both fix their clothes the best they can. Gwiboon knows she should visit the bathroom, her makeup is probably smeared and her hair must look horrendous.
She reaches for her purse, where her emergency makeup kit is, only for Minho to hand it to her wordlessly. She smiles, opening her mouth to ask if she can use the bathroom to freshen up, when he blurts out “You’re beautiful.”
It’s not the first time she’s heard that, especially from someone who wants to get into her pants, but there’s something different in the way Minho says it. It’s like he’s almost embarrassed he said it out loud, and that makes Gwiboon melt completely. She leans in and plants a small peck on his lips, grinning as she pulls back. “Thank you. But I’d still want to fix my hair before I leave. If I could use your bathroom?”
It seems like Minho’s smile is stuck on his face and he instantly agrees, and shows her where the tiny bathroom is. Afterwards, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. When he pulls on his shirt he can feel the welts from Gwiboon’s nails, and from her sharp heels, but somehow that makes him grin even harder. A part of him wants to call Jonghyun but it’d feel too much like bragging, and he doesn’t want this to be just about getting laid.
So he waits, leans back against the car and sticks his hands into his pockets, hoping that Gwiboon is up for …another round of sex? Date? Anything, actually. He’d take anything from her at this point. She’s something he can’t even wrap his mind around, equally aggravating and enchanting and just absolute joy to be with.
When Gwiboon emerges she looks a lot more put together, but if one looks closely it’s still clear that she’s been roughed up quite nicely just moments prior. She strides straight to Minho and slips a piece of paper into his back pocket, coevally stealing a nice grope. “Thank you. We’ll be in touch.” It sounds like sealing a business deal but she winks, before getting into her car.
As she drives off, Minho stands there and admires the whole combination. Fiery and beautiful, it really is the perfect car for her. Absent-mindedly he pulls the paper out of his pocket. It’s a simple, short note, but it makes Minho’s face hurt from all this goddamn grinning.
Call me. You have the number.
Usually after everything noteworthy in her life, Gwiboon calls Jinki immediately. It sort of doesn’t feel real unless she tells her best friend, and this is no exception. She tries to resist since it sort of feels like this is something that belongs only to her and to Minho, something like a secret, but when she parks the car in her spot in the underground garage of her apartment building she gives in.
She doesn’t even unbuckle the seatbelt before she digs out her phone and dials Jinki’s number. He barely gets in a proper greeting before Gwiboon bursts out her big news. “Oh my god Jinki you wouldn’t believe what just happened!”
There’s a sigh at the other end of the line. “You finally slept with the gorgeous mechanic you’ve been drooling after for weeks?” Curse Jinki for being so spot-on, Gwiboon thinks, but then again that’s probably because they’ve known each other for such a long time.
Still, she groans theatrically. “C’mon, Jinki! Give me a chance to tell you things, don’t always ruin it!” She doesn’t have the patience for any more antics though, she’s far too excited and overwhelmed still. “But yes, I did! And it was the best thing since… ever. Jinki, he’s so good.”
Now, it seems like Jinki’s interest is piqued. “How good is ‘so good’?”
“Remember that guy from Hyoyeon’s birthday party two years ago?”
“That good?” Jinki sounds impressed. At that time, Gwiboon hadn’t shut up about that man for weeks, even though she hadn’t even caught his name and it had clearly been just a one-night-stand.
“No,” Gwiboon sighs, “Even better.” She slouches in her seat and leans her head against the headrest, and when she closes her eyes she can still feel Minho’s hands on her, his mouth on her, him inside of her. “I swear to you, his dick is amazing. And his hands, my gosh, he knows what he’s doing. I’m still shaking.”
“I think you’re exaggerating just a little bit,” Jinki hums. “So,” he goes on after a second, curiously, “So does this mean you want him? I mean, to date him? Since you know your parents are going to be less than thrilled.”
The mention of her parents is enough to drive all pleasant memories from Gwiboon’s mind and she frowns. “I don’t know if I want him. I barely know him! He’s nice and all, and a complete sex god, but I have no idea if I want it to go further than that. And even if I do, I know I can’t bring him home, mother would kill me with her judging looks and father would give me the respectable fiancé speech.”
“Hey, Gwiboon, don’t worry about it,” Jinki says, in the calming manner Gwiboon has learned to love along the years, “just see where it goes. You know I’ve got your back. I’ll cover for you.”
“Yeah, I know.” Gwiboon knows that without saying. It sucks that she still needs to hide half of her life from her disapproving parents, but she’s not ready to take that leap quite yet. She wants to, but in the end, the approval of her parents still does weigh too much to be ignored. She’s grateful for a friend like Jinki who makes it all possible - without him, she would barely have a life at all. And Jinki is very well aware of how grateful she is. For everything.
“What am I going to wear!” Gwiboon says, to no one but herself. She already spent an hour on the phone with Boa and Zhou Mi in the morning - her phone bill is going to skyrocket this month - and tried to call Jinki only to get his voicemail, so she’s left to do this alone this time. And she has no idea. All Minho told her was that he’d made a reservation, and that tells nothing about the class of the restaurant.
She rifles through her closet, past the red form fitting dress she loves and the frilly summer dresses, deciding that those are not fancy enough for the occasion. They’re something she’d wear if she was going out with Jinki or some of her other friends, not for a date. On a date she dresses to impress. Yet she’s once again faced with the problem of having a walk in closet full of clothes and nothing that she wants to wear.
Eventually, she picks a long dress that glimmers when light hits it, the blue shades turning from almost black to much lighter gradually towards the hem. It’s gorgeous on her, she knows, and she spends a moment admiring herself in the mirror. If this doesn’t underline all of her curves in the best of ways, nothing will, and it’s still more than classy. Wearing it always makes her feel good about herself and she does a little twirl as she waltzes out of the bedroom, to fix her makeup next.
Briefly she considers curling her hair but then instead chooses to bind it up with hairpins that match her dress with the sparkly little diamonds attached at the end. It leaves the column of her neck bare, accentuates her sharp jaw line, and she smiles at her mirror image. “Now,” she sighs, finally deeming herself ready. This night better go well, she hasn’t been this worked up since the last school dance, when she was an excited teenager for god’s sake.
Gwiboon slips into the six inch heels that await her by the door, slides on her light jacket and grabs her purse. As she waits for the elevator she still shoots a mass text to all three of her best friends, telling them to wish her luck. Boa replies immediately with a short you go get it girl! and Jinki’s answer is the usual if your mother asks you spent the night here, got it.
It shouldn’t really be possible for Gwiboon’s mood to lift higher, but she could swear she gets even giddier. This shall be an amazing night.
Minho twists a little, carefully keeping an eye on the passing cars to spot Gwiboon’s when she arrives. It’s stupid, really, a car like that could be spotted miles away but he’s admittedly nervous about this. It’s been ages since he dated, even longer since he dated and took it this seriously, so he wants to get it right. He even briefly considered wearing a suit - the only one he owns - but then went for a clean button-up and black jeans. It’s not like the small Italian family restaurant is a place anyone suits up for.
It took three days for Minho to collect enough courage to even call Gwiboon and ask her out. He has no clue what the social norm is with things like this. Should he have waited a bit not to be too pushy? Or called soon not to seem disinterested? He didn’t want to seem too desperate, either, although he sort of really is. So it took Jonghyun telling him to stop being such a pain in the butt and make the goddamn call already before he actually did.
He’s already completely certain he’s been stood up when the car finally shows up, probably breaking the speed limit by far. It makes Minho grin and he pulls his hands from his pockets, slowly strolling towards the vehicle. He doesn’t quite make it in time to open the door for her, but she doesn’t seem to mind as she instantly flashes him a bright smile.
“I’m sorry I’m late, really, but I didn’t know where we’d…” she trails off, only now seeming to realize where they are, and how Minho is dressed. At that very instant she knows she’s overdressed for the occasion, and it makes her feel like she stands out amongst everyone else in the premises. Painfully so. Especially since Minho is still silently staring at her. “I, uh, didn’t know…”
This time she doesn’t get to finish because Minho steps closer, reaches for her hand and gently gives it a small squeeze. “I’m so sorry, this is so not a place you’d be used to, I should’ve known to book something fancier for tonight. I… we don’t need to stay here. We can go find a… you tell me a good restaurant you like, or we move this for another evening, or… I’m sorry.”
His ramble instantly makes her feel better about the whole ordeal. She twines their fingers together, giving him a slight nudge as she determinedly begins to march towards the restaurant. “No this looks charming,” she says firmly. There’s no such thing as overdressed, anyway. She’s fabulous, and if someone cannot deal with it it’s their loss. “We can’t let the reservation go to waste, can we?”
The smile Minho gives her is both relieved and surprised, and he makes her slow down so that they’re actually walking side by side. “Be careful,” he begins in a conspiratorial whisper, “or you might just blind everyone.”
Gwiboon comes to an abrupt stop, huffing indignantly. “My dress is not that sparkly!”
“No,” Minho grins. It’s the cocky one, the one that Gwiboon is already ridiculously fond of although it should make her feel like punching his lights out. He releases her hand and slides his arm around her waist, guiding her forward. “But I bet I’m the first person ever to bring a date as gorgeous as you.”
Compliments always work like a dream, and when they finally step inside and are guided to their table, the slight flush on Gwiboon’s cheeks isn’t an embarrassed one, but merely pleased. She does gather long looks from the other people at the diner, but those are mostly admiring, gently stroking her ego. Yet it’s nothing compared to the way Minho’s attention makes her feel as she basks in it.
It turns out Minho personally knows the old couple who runs the restaurant, and Gwiboon has to admit that it has a certain charm to it, eating in a small place like this. They might not have the best quality wines on their list, or offer the sort of five-star service she’s used to. But they’re also not uptight and professional but actually really heartfelt and genuine, not to mention the food is delicious.
The dessert is so good Gwiboon devours it in a blink of an eye, and only after has a short moment of regret for losing her ladylike demeanour so shamelessly. Minho seems to enjoy the show though, and if there had been a drop of malice in his glee she’d have brutal revenge. There isn’t, though, so she decides to go for a different route. She leans back slightly on her seat, smiling sweetly at him.
“I wouldn’t have pinned you for the slow enjoyer,” she starts conversationally. “In my experience, you seemed to be the …quick and efficient type.” As she speaks, she silently slips her right foot out of her shoe and pokes Minho’s ankle with her toes. It gains no other reaction but the automatic little flinch, so she decides she can be much bolder.
“Are you really analyzing me based on one single encounter?” Minho asks, amusement clear in his voice. It’s obvious he’s about to say more, but he falls silent and his eyes go almost comically wide when Gwiboon slides her foot upwards, along Minho’s endlessly long leg, until her toes are nearly at his crotch. “Gwiboon…” He glances around, as if he’s scared someone will notice. “What are you doing?”
“If these tablecloths were a little longer,” she says, completely seriously, not even blinking as their gazes meet. “I’d be right under there, getting another encounter to back up my deductions.” She grins as Minho groans, the slightest of touches obviously enough to make him shiver ever so slightly. “I’ve been dying for a taste.”
“You can’t seriously suggest you’d-” Minho only manages to begin the sentence before their waiter appears at the table, asking them if they’re done with their meal, or if they still want something else. Gwiboon flashes the waiter her most brilliant smile, assuring him they’re fine and they only need the check, please. If the waiter thinks it’s odd Minho is completely silent, biting his lower lip, he doesn’t say a word about it.
“You were saying?” Gwiboon asks as soon as they’re alone again. Or as alone as they can be in a restaurant half-full of people. The way Minho tries to glare at her is sort of both amusing and endearing, as he fails at it spectacularly. He’s too turned on to make her stop, but at the same time too embarrassed to really get into it, so Gwiboon decides to have mercy on him. She pulls back, easily gets her shoes back on and gives him a little smirk. “I think you should pay first, but then… what do you say we’ll leave your car here for the night and head back to my place?”
There’s nothing he can say to that but yes.
Chapter 4
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eeeep I hope that was passable! I haven’t exactly written much het smut before, haha.
I was hoping to get this up earlier but I had the worst week so I wasn’t really in the mood for proofreading :| but hey-ho once a week isn’t that bad an updating speed, right? :3
@DW.