rabenhorst | [fic] Minho/Key – SHINee

Title: Here She Comes
Author:

fonulyn
Rating: NC17 (more R tho?)
Pairing: girl!Minho/girl!Key (Minjung/Gwiboon)
Other characters: girl!Taemin (Taeyeon)
Warnings: --
Wordcount: 4106 words
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Technically, Gwiboon knows that the other cheerleading squad is competition, not to be made friends with. Then again, it’s not like Minjung is a friend, strictly speaking.
Comments: Entirely inspired by this, I blame it for everything! I actually wrote this already longer ago but then I promptly forgot about it, and then I edited it for posting and forgot it again. But… better late than never? ;D Here you go!

It takes less than fifteen seconds after the door closes for them to get into action. Eagerly Gwiboon parts her thighs as Minjung steps between them, her hands already trailing along Gwiboon’s sides while bunching up her uniform shirt. Usually Gwiboon would protest as she knows she needs to go back out there, in front of an audience. Now… she doesn’t really give a damn. It already borders on too much when she has to stop kissing Minjung for long enough to actually speak, but dutifully she pulls back just enough to press their foreheads together.

“Did you lock the door?” she whispers, her voice not at all as steady as she’d wish for it to be.

Minjung laughs, low and throaty. “Yes. You do know we should be out there, right?” She says it, but she doesn’t mean it. At least not if the way she mouths the words against Gwiboon’s neck is any indication. She doesn’t want to stop this any more than Gwiboon does.

“Screw that,” Gwiboon huffs. She lets her head drop backwards as Minjung finally pushes a hand under her shirt, more and more direct with her groping with each passing second. “We know the moves inside and out.” Besides, there’s no way she’s going back out there before she gets off. No way. Not when Minjung has been tormenting her for the whole goddamn day with those sultry looks and promising whispers.

“Alright,” Minjung hums. “Just don’t blame me when you can’t pull the routine off later.” The last words are spoken in a rush, as if she cannot wait before licking into Gwiboon’s mouth, in a kiss so filthy Gwiboon is certain her lipgloss is smudged beyond repair.

Any and all kinds of sports should be banned on bright and sunny days. That is the philosophy Gwiboon lives by. She’s so not made for sweating through all layers of her clothing unattractively, and the mere thought of it already puts a damper on her mood. She shields her eyes with her palm as the obnoxious sunlight seems to be laughing right in her face, both figuratively and literally.

It’s not like she has any choice though. The big soccer match has been scheduled for this date already months ago and her complaints wouldn’t do anything to change that. Not even though she’s the head of the cheerleading squad. Co-leader, to be exact, she reminds herself as she knows her best friend would slaughter her for forgetting that.

Said best friend chooses that exact moment to sit down on the bench as well, poking Gwiboon’s side with a bony elbow. “C’mon stop moping. A little sweat never killed anyone.”

“Are you really sure?” Gwiboon asks in a protesting huff.

“Yeah,” Taeyeon grins, brushing her long bangs out of her eyes. She’s obviously enjoying this, radiating the particular sort of smugness she always gets before show-offs like this. It might be the teams playing against one another, but they all know half of the audience is there all for the cheerleaders. “And look. There are the mortal enemies.”

Bored, Gwiboon glances over her shoulder. It’s not like she hasn’t seen the other cheer team before, with the way they have scheduled matches in just about every goddamn sport available and the cheerleading squads are always obligated to be there. Already the first day of high school they’re all told that about being mortal enemies with the second biggest high school in town, and the whole school year is one big showdown to see who’s better.

No one probably even knows where the rivalry began in the first place.

Just when Gwiboon is about to turn back to Taeyeon, she spots someone she doesn’t know. There’s a tall girl, so tall her legs seem to go on for miles and miles. Her black hair is in a messy ponytail that reaches all the way to the small of her back, and she seems somewhat uncertain standing a bit on the sidelines when all the other girls are chattering away. “Hey, Tae? Who’s that?” She tries to point at the girl discreetly, without anyone noticing.

“Who?” Taeyeon perks up, leaning forward on her seat to see better. “The one that has longer legs than all the others combined? That’s the new girl! I don’t know her name but I heard Hyein broke her leg and they had to find a replacement. I hope she sucks.”

Gwiboon snorts, unable to cover her amusement. “C’mon we’re going to crush them anyway. Doesn’t matter if she sucks.”

“Yeah,” Taeyeon says, standing up to head out on the field with the rest of their team, “but I’d take the advantage.”

Gwiboon has to agree. The competition is tight, of course she’d take any advantage they can get. Yet she has to admit, right now she’s more curious. There’s something eye-catching about the new girl, to the point that Taeyeon has to come back to bodily drag Gwiboon along with her.

“Holy fuck your hands are magic,” Gwiboon manages to get out along with a heavy exhalation of air. She wraps her legs around Minjung’s waist, both to keep her close and to open up for her even more, in a silent plea for more touches, more anything. Minjung has two fingers inside of her, but what’s even better is how she keeps rocking the heel of her palm against Gwiboon’s clit. It’s just consistent enough to keep Gwiboon teetering on the edge, but never enough to push her completely beyond.

Shamelessly Gwiboon arches against Minjung, riding out yet another full-bodied shudder that rips through her. She’s beginning to sweat through her shirt, which is sort of gross, but she’s more focused on the fact that the air in the small room is way too hot, way too humid, making it harder to breathe. Minjung certainly doesn’t help with that, not with the way she keeps kissing Gwiboon, languidly like she has all the time in the world.

“C’mon Boonie,” Minjung says, with urgency, as she withdraws her hand and instead places her palms on Gwiboon’s hips to yank her closer. “Let me…”

She doesn’t finish the sentence, but she doesn’t really need to. What she does is sink down on her knees, and it’s already more than enough for Gwiboon to get the idea of what’s going on. Biting her lower lip Gwiboon braces herself, scoots nearer to the edge of the table, and upon locking eyes with Minjung promptly forgets to breathe.

Playfully Minjung scrapes her teeth over the smooth skin of Gwiboon’s inner thigh.

After the match Gwiboon is still not ready to reconsider her opinion on bright and sunny days. She enjoyed herself, of course, but now she feels so wiped out she’d rather have someone carry her home. With a huge sigh, she falls backwards until she’s lying on the bench, her legs sprawled on each side of it. She feels sort of tempted to dump the contents of her water bottle on her face but she doesn’t want to risk whatever little is left of her makeup so she doesn’t.

She focuses on the warmth of the sun on her face, on the distant sounds of people chattering as almost everyone is heading inside to the cafeteria. It’s sort of calming, to the point that Gwiboon starts drifting off and almost misses the soft sound of footsteps approaching her. It’s probably Taeyeon, fucking finally, she said she’d only congratulate her boyfriend not spend a full-length honeymoon with him.

Ready to tell her friend off, Gwiboon heaves herself up and opens her eyes, squinting a bit against the sunlight. She manages to think something along the lines of since when did Taeyeon get so tall before she realizes that it’s the new girl from their rival school, standing there smiling at her. “You were really good,” the girl says. Her voice is surprisingly low, nicely smooth in a way that makes Gwiboon want to wrap herself in it and listen to it forever.

...she might have a slight thing for voices, okay.

The words, though, don’t make an ounce of sense. Why would the girl compliment their soccer team? “What do you mean good?” she laughs. “Our team got slaughtered out there! You won like what… twenty to three? You don’t need to try be nice to the losers, you earned the win.” She smirks. It helps that she truly does hate sports. Why would she care they lost? She got her attentive audience and applause anyway.

The girl frowns, as if she doesn’t get what Gwiboon means, but then simply shakes her head firmly. “No. You were really good,” she stresses, arching an eyebrow as if she thinks Gwiboon is a little slow on the uptake.

And truthfully, maybe she is, since it takes another second for Gwiboon’s brain to process the information. “Me?”

This time the girl nods, a grin dancing on her lips. “Yeah. You.” Casually she takes a seat next to Gwiboon on the bench, tilts her head a little bit to look at her straight. “I liked watching you.” It’s sort of shameless how she lets her eyes wander down a little, but maybe she’s just trying to be clear on the signals she’s sending since Gwiboon has obviously been more than a little dense.

The compliment makes a slight flush rise on Gwiboon’s cheeks and she takes a long sip from her water bottle to hide it. “Didn’t you have other things to focus on?” she asks, finally, hoping that she manages to pull off the nonchalant tone she aims for.

The girl shrugs a little, that same smile still lighting up her features. “No. Not really.”

They sit in silence for a while, and miraculously it’s not awkward. It’s actually sort of companionable, even though Gwiboon spends the whole time trying to come up with what to answer with. I watched you too? Actually I think you’re gorgeous? Maybe Are you hitting on me?

But then the girl gets up to leave, called by her teammates, and all that Gwiboon manages to blurt out is a pathetic “Hey, what’s your name?”

The girl turns on her heels, walking backwards as she flashes Gwiboon a bright grin. “Minjung.”

It’s impossible to muster up the energy for a proper kiss for now, so they all stay mere brushes of lips on lips, heavy breathing shared between their mouths. Somehow they’ve tumbled down on the floor, Gwiboon straddling Minjung’s thighs while hovering above her. Long chocolate brown curls are cascading down around their faces, and Gwiboon tries to blow a stray strand off her face only for it to land right back on its original place.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Minjung asks, ever the responsible one, probably worried that they’ll be late for the match. Gwiboon couldn’t care less about that, honestly, not when she has Minjung sprawled underneath her. Even if it’s on the dusty floor, in the midst of cardboard boxes and piles of folders.

“No,” Gwiboon answers, at length. She shimmies down a little bit, until she can push Minjung’s skirt up and out of the way. “But no one is searching for us yet.” She presses her lips on Minjung’s hipbone, darts out her tongue and revels in the way Minjung already sighs contently at that.

“You can’t know that,” Minjung still points out, even if she sounds more than a little distracted.

Gwiboon shrugs. “At least they didn’t find us yet.”

How things process from there is sort of a blur. The next time they meet it’s Gwiboon who approaches Minjung and sits next to her for a while before the match. The time after that Minjung catches Gwiboon in the nick of time and asks her if she’d like to hang out after school. Somehow they end up spending hours at the mall, doing absolutely nothing but chatting while walking around aimlessly.

“You want ice cream or something?” Minjung asks, nudging Gwiboon with her shoulder. It’s the sort of gesture that speaks volumes of how comfortable they feel around one another, as if they’ve known for much longer than a bit over a month. As Gwiboon’s answer isn’t immediately forthcoming, Minjung prompts her further. “My treat.”

“Actually,” Gwiboon drawls, hooking her arm with Minjung’s. “I’d absolutely love you if we could get some actual food? I’m starving. And I haven’t yet tried all the varieties.” She knows she’s being ridiculous as there must be hundreds of different kinds of food lined up along the street and the marketplace. There’s no way in hell they could ever taste all of those.

Yet Minjung seems to be all up for a challenge. “Oh you’re so on. The first one to give up is going to pay for everything.”

“Get ready to beg your parents for more money,” Gwiboon smirks. “I’m going to bring you down.”

It’s hours later when they finally end up sitting on the edge of a fountain, their feet aching and both of them feeling more or less like throwing up. Gwiboon still has a stick that sort of looks like a badly made candle, something she heard was a Russian specialty and she keeps eyeing it warily instead of trying it out. She probably can’t eat another bite anyway.

“So,” Minjung pulls her back from her thoughts. “I totally won.”

“You won?” Gwiboon asks, scandalized. “I saw you throw away half of that burrito, don’t even try to make it sound like you didn’t cheat!”

“Well,” Minjung grins, leaning back far enough that it looks like she’s going to fall into the fountain sooner or later. “Maybe. Still doesn’t mean I didn’t eat more.”

The whole situation is so hilarious Gwiboon can’t hold back anymore. She bursts into her very unladylike laughter, the one her mother always calls a guffaw and tells her to calm down. Gwiboon laughs with her whole body, throwing herself against Minjung’s side.

Minjung groans, even though the grin on her lips is telling. “C’mon you’re going to make me either puke or explode. Stop that!” She jostles Gwiboon a little, but at the same time sneaks her arm safely around Gwiboon’s middle, no doubt to ensure that they won’t end up in the fountain after all.

Something warm bursts in Gwiboon’s chest and she thinks it’s safe to say she’s developed a little crush. Okay, maybe an average-sized crush.

She’s not quite ready to admit how gigantic it is in actuality.

Minjung’s feet are planted firmly on the ground, her skirt bunched up around her waist, and poetry could be written about the way her face is all flushed and twisted in pleasure.

Even then, Gwiboon’s favourite thing ever, in this whole world, must be the way Minjung looks when her whole body tenses, her back arching like a bow.

She can’t get enough of it.

When the doorbell rings Gwiboon shouts out an automatic “I’ll get it!” before she remembers that she’s home alone. It’s one of the very reasons she did invite Minjung over, as now they have the whole house for themselves and can do whatever the hell they please for the whole weekend. She has planned a lot of TV, quite honestly, but also maybe some girly stuff one sees on the movies, hair braiding and doing each other’s makeup and all. The whole deal.

The only downside right now is that Minjung is early. So early that Gwiboon has barely managed to get out of the shower, her hair still dripping wet and her clothes… well, she hasn’t yet picked out her clothes. It’s important, alright. But even more important is that she’ll open the door so she throws on her mother’s bathrobe, quickly wraps a towel around her hair, and definitely ungracefully hops to the door.

When she opens the door, Minjung is there as expected, a backpack slung over her shoulder. There’s something new about her, though, and Gwiboon freezes for a good moment before her mind clicks into place. “You got a haircut!” she exclaims, neverminding that she completely foregoes greetings for it.

“You’ve been telling me to do it for weeks,” Minjung points out. Her smile isn’t the usual confident, genuine smile Gwiboon is used to, but something a little hesitant, even a little shy. It’s absolutely charming, and Gwiboon just wants to kiss it off. The shorter strands frame Minjung’s face just right, underlining her attractiveness instead of partly covering it in a mop of hair. And her hair looks soft, so soft, it’s almost hypnotizing.

Apparently not only almost, since before she even realizes what she’s doing Gwiboon reaches out and toys with the ends of the new bangs, before carefully sliding her fingers between the curls. Actual curls. Holy hell, she’d never thought that Minjung would look this good. Seriously, how do you perfect perfection?

Using the grip she has on Minjung’s hair Gwiboon gently urges her to lean down. As their lips meet it’s tentative, it’s soft and it’s wondering, like neither of them is quite sure this is really happening. As far as firsts go, Gwiboon knows she has never been this strongly affected by such slight contact. She brushes her thumb over Minjung’s cheek, parts her lips tentatively, and holy hell she’s in heaven.

Somehow they stumble inside properly instead of standing there on the doorstep for all nosy neighbours to see. Gwiboon stops only when her back collides with the wall and even then she doesn’t let go of Minjung’s hair, doesn’t move her other hand from Minjung’s cheek, and is so immersed on the moment that she completely misses the loud thud of the door closing.

When they eventually pull apart, Gwiboon keeps her eyes closed for a moment, just to catch her breath and collect herself. This wasn’t included in her plans, but honestly? This is so much better. Screw everything she’d thought out for the weekend.

Apparently she’s quiet for a bit too long, though, as Minjung begins to pull back. She fidgets a little, as if she’s not sure what she’s allowed to do with her hands, but at the same time very eager to take matters into her own hands. Quite literally.

Gwiboon sighs. “Oh for the love of –” She grabs Minjung’s wrists, one by one, and pulls her closer. “Now that we finally got here,” she begins as she places Minjung’s left hand on her boob, “please, please don’t stop?” She reaches behind herself to put Minjung’s right hand in the small of her back. If this isn’t enough invitation, well, she might just have to get it in writing.

Thankfully Minjung seems more than willing to accept the new turn of events. The familiar heart-melting smile is back, and slowly she leans in to kiss Gwiboon again. If at all possible, it’s even better than the first time around.

It becomes pretty clear that Minjung is definitely not going to stop, latest by the time she slides her palm lower along the curve of Gwiboon’s butt.

Despite her earlier nonchalance, Gwiboon doesn’t actually want anyone to walk in on them. She’s aware of the passing of time, and that they don’t have much longer before someone notices they’re missing. So she uses all of her bodyweight to pin Minjung against the floor, leans down to bring her lips right next to Minjung’s ear, and drops her voice to a low, seductive whisper.

“My parents are out of town again,” she starts, almost conversationally. She places a hot kiss in the junction of Minjung’s neck, feels the weak answering nod. “So. Tonight. In my room.” She grins right against Minjung’s skin, drops her voice low, and barely gets two words in before, finally, Minjung loses it.

Like always, Taeyeon drops down on the bench next to Gwiboon and almost knocks them both over by theatrically pushing on Gwiboon’s shoulder. “Gwiboon, I am disappointed!” She’s obviously part-joking and part-serious, and Gwiboon is sort of glad about that since the next step in Taeyeon’s interrogation skills is deadly intimidation. “What’s going on between you and that leggy girl?”

Oh. That was unexpected. Gwiboon shrugs, reaching out to finish tying her shoelaces. “What do you mean?” She aims to sound casual, but she knows that she’s blushing at the mere thought of Minjung. She can’t help but think of her smile, of her gentle eyes, of the way she makes Gwiboon shudder under her touch. None of which is really something she should say aloud to Taeyeon at the side of a soccer field with students flocking in from all directions to attend the event.

“C’mon don’t play stupid.” Taeyeon pokes Gwiboon again, mercilessly. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s caused a bruise with her brutal pinching. “We all know that there’s something, but no one else has the balls to ask you. Are you actually sleeping with her?” She lowers her voice at the last words, narrowing her eyes a little.

If Gwiboon didn’t know Taeyeon so well, she’d probably think she’s actually angry. They’ve been friends forever, though, and it’s easy at this point for Gwiboon to spot when Taeyeon is being serious and right now she’s not. “So what if I am?” She straightens and looks at her friend, arching a curious eyebrow. “You’ve always known what I’m into. Why is me dating a girl a big deal now?”

Taeyeon sighs as if Gwiboon is being deliberately dumb, waving it aside. “No, not that! But Gwiboon, she’s from our rival school.” Again, she drops her voice to a menacing whisper. It’s actually impressive how easily she can go from sweet to that, like the flip of a switch. “She’s from the enemy camp! How could you?”

Enemy camp? Gwiboon levels her with a look. “Seriously? Taeyeon? That’s the best you’ve got?”

There it is, then, the telltale glimmer in Taeyeon’s eyes and the familiar grin tugging on her lips. “…well. They can’t all be gems, now can they? Besides, I am pissed at you because you didn’t tell me,” she finally says. “You deserved a little scare, okay.”

Gwiboon chuckles, and this time it’s her turn to jab her elbow between Taeyeon’s ribs. “Are you done with the theatrics now?”

Taeyeon nods. “Yeah I’m done.” She gets up, straightens her skirt and waves into the general direction of the school parking lot. “Your girlfriend is approaching. Make sure you’re on time. We need to kill with our new routine.”

Gwiboon knows she technically doesn’t need her friend’s approval. It’s nice to have it anyway.

Now that the urgency has faded the kisses are slower, softer, savouring. Minjung can’t stop grinning, and that is more than enough to make Gwiboon giddy as well, the laughter bubbling out of her chest. She indeed has great plans for tonight, and since they have the whole house for themselves those plans are so not limited only to her own room. There’s the huge bed in the guestroom at least, the one with proper, sturdy bedposts…

Minjung startles Gwiboon out of her fantasies by finally sitting up, almost knocking their heads together in a way that results in another row of laughter. Gwiboon struggles to stand up, her knees still a little jellified and unsteady. “You know, there’s no way we’ll manage to look presentable out there,” she snickers. She does her best straightening her skirt, and adjusts her bra so it’s actually on.

“Oh shush,” Minjung waves aside. She runs her fingers through the mess of her hair, before fixing the ponytail. “You know you look gorgeous. No need to fish for compliments.”

Grinning, Gwiboon tilts her head and eyes Minjung for a moment. “Well, if I were you, I’d be generous with the compliments. You know what they earn you.”

With a soft sigh, Minjung apparently gives in. The smile is like stuck on her lips as she steps close, makes sure to brush off imaginary dust from Gwiboon’s shoulder. “You,” she begins, meeting Gwiboon’s eyes straight, “are the most infuriating person I’ve ever met.”

Gwiboon sputters indignantly. Minjung shuts her up with a kiss. It’s soft and it’s warm, unhurried although they’re running out of time, and it makes Gwiboon’s heart constrict in her chest.

“Good luck.” Minjung says as they part. “Make me proud.” She ushers Gwiboon out of the room before her, not missing the perfect opportunity to give her bottom a little grope.

Oh well, Gwiboon thinks, it’s not like this is the first time she’s going to pull of the cheer routine after an amazing orgasm. She can do it. By now she’s practically a professional.

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This sort of completely happened on accident. Don’t regret a thing 8)

Unbetaed, sorry :(

[fic] Minho/Key – SHINee – Here She Comes