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It’s Hongjoong’s first time going to a Cars & Coffee evening, and she’s weirdly nervous about it. Cars are a pretty recent interest of hers, but she’d seen a post about it online last week and it was walking distance from her uni, so why not, right? She probably won’t be able to recognise a single car there, and as soon as someone starts pulling out car jargon, she’s going to be absolutely completely lost, and she’s also going on her own which makes her even more nervous, mostly because it means she’ll be walking around by herself and she worries she’ll look awkward or like a poser or something, and having someone to walk around with would probably help ease her nerves, but she’s just around the corner now so it’s kind of too late for that.
She can hear the bustle and chatter already, and as she rounds the thick row of hedges bordering one end of the car park, she finally sees the first row of cars.
Her brain immediately goes into overdrive as a thrill of excitement runs down her spine. Okay, so she might have been nervous about this, but she’s also been absolutely thrumming with excitement about it too.
She doesn’t know heaps, but now that she has started learning a thing or two about cars, she’s been desperate to actually see some. And not the normal, boring, every day cars she sees on the streets. She’s been desperate to see some hot sports cars and pretty vintage cars, something exciting and different to what she sees every day, the cars people put time and effort into looking after and making exciting.
Feeling a little awkward with her hands empty, Hongjoong quickly makes her way over to the coffee van, ordering herself an iced chocolate because although it’s evening and the sun is getting lower, it’s still summer and the summer sun and heat is relentless on days like these. There’s a light layer of sweat on her skin from the walk alone, despite being clad in a simple button up, denim shorts and converse.
With the drink finally in her hand, cool against her palms, she takes a deep breath, willing herself to be normal, because she can be normal about her hyperfixations and definitely isn’t on the verge of exploding from excitement right now.
Her friends are about to get the spamming of their lives.
By the time she’s made it to the end of the first row of cars, she’s sent a photo of almost every single one to her group chat, and Wooyoung, perfect as ever, has liked every single one.
She feels positively giddy as she moves up the second row of cars, making her way through the crowd, taking pictures and listening in to people chatting with each other using jargon she doesn’t completely understand. There’s sleek and refined modern sports cars, all smooth curves and sharp angles, there’s classic and vintage cars, some probably easily as old as her grandparents, boxy and charming in addictively bright colours.
On the third row of cars she sees it. Halfway down, a charming dusty pink, a vintage model she doesn’t recognise, but as she draws closer, she can’t help but find herself slightly obsessed already.
A two seater, soft top convertible with a white top. Pink is by no means her favourite colour, but something about the car is so ridiculously cute and appealing that she can’t help but circle around it, getting photos of every angle, taking it all in, because of all the cars she’s seen so far tonight, this one she definitely wants to remember.
She’s taking one last photo and is about to turn away to move onto the next car and see what else there is, when she feels a presence just behind her.
“You like it?” a woman asks.
“Yeah, it’s really-” Hongjoong’s voice catches in her throat as she turns to see who might be the most drop dead gorgeous woman she’s ever seen in her entire life, looking right at her. “-pretty.”
The last word comes out as barely a whisper.
She’s tall with long bleached blonde hair, hanging loose and flowy around her shoulders, a long, sharp nose and boba like eyes made cat like with eyeliner, plush lips that Hongjoong’s already thinking about all over her neck, and deep honey skin, a light sheen of sweat on her neck and collarbones. And of course she’s in heels, which puts Hongjoong basically at tit level, and she has really nice tits, sitting in a low cut, lace trimmed white tank, denim pleated skirt sitting low on her waist.
She’s absolutely stunning and Hongjoong thinks she’d drop to her knees in the parking lot right here if she asked, and she doesn’t even know her name yet.
“Thanks,” the woman says, and there’s a cheeky grin on her pretty lips as she looks down at Hongjoong. “She’s mine.”
It takes a moment for the words to register in Hongjoong’s horny lesbian brain, but when they do her eyes widen as she glances between the car and the woman and the car again.
“She is?”
“Mhm,” she says, pulling out her keys and dangling them between them. “Used to be my grandpa’s, he gave it to me when he passed a few years ago. She's a ‘57 Ford Thunderbird.”
Hongjoong focuses her gaze on the car as she speaks, to avoid stumbling over her words because if she looks at the woman she knows she’s done for.
“I love the colour,” she says. “It’s really cute. And it’s a convertible too, right?”
“Yep,” she replies. “Wanna go for a spin once this is over?”
Hongjoong’s brain short circuits for a moment, as she turns to look at the woman again. There’s a confident smirk on her face, and Hongjoong is filled with a sudden rush of hope that all her gay little car sex fantasies might be about to come true. She’s not sure if this woman is even into women as well, but she’s definitely getting that energy from her and she really hopes she’s right.
But hey, even if she’s not, she’ll still get a chance to ride around in a pretty old car for an hour or two.
The woman is still looking at her with an eyebrow raised in question, and Hongjoong suddenly realises she hasn’t answered yet.
She nods quickly, and desperately hopes she isn’t making too much of a fool out of herself.
“I- yes. Yes, that would be fun. I would be down.”
She lets out an addictive little laugh, pocketing her keys.
“Wanna go look at the other cars for now?” she asks, and Hongjoong nods with a pathetic amount of desperation as she grabs her by the elbow and steers her back into the crowd to continue down the row.
“I’m Seonghwa, by the way,” the woman says as they pass a bright red car Hongjoong thinks might be a Corvette. Of course she has a pretty name.
“Hongjoong,” Hongjoong replies, hyperaware of the feeling of Seonghwa’s fingers grazing her arm. “So you… uh… know a lot about cars?”
“Yeah,” Seonghwa replies, as they slowly make their way down the row. “My grandpa used to fix up old cars as a hobby, so he’s been teaching me since I was about eight. I always used to help him out with it. He’s had the Thunderbird since before I was born, and it’s always been my favourite out of his collection. I learned to drive in it as well.”
“That’s so cool,” Hongjoong replies. “I wish I knew more about cars. This is a pretty recent interest of mine. Last few weeks kind of recent. So I don’t really know much.”
“Maybe I can teach you,” Seonghwa says, voice dropping slightly as she leans a little closer. “I like your hair, by the way. It’s cute. Looks like Cruella.”
Hongjoong can feel the heat and the blood rushing to her cheeks at the compliment, and then she feels Seonghwa’s hand lightly ruffle her short hair, and she almost melts into the sensation for the brief second that her hand is there.
“Thanks,” Hongjoong somehow manages. “You’re really pretty too.”
Seonghwa grins at the compliment, her pretty teeth on display, before her eyes catch something through the crowd, widening with excitement, and the hand on Hongjoong’s elbow drops to her lower back, and Seonghwa’s guiding her by her waist through the crowd and Hongjoong’s knees almost buckle at the sensation.
It’s an hour and a half later, and they’ve spent the whole time walking through the rows, Hongjoong taking photos while Seonghwa names almost every model without batting an eye, explaining things about them and pointing out parts of the engines as they look at a few with their hoods or boots open, and Hongjoong never thought that listening to a hot woman nerd out about cars would be such a turn on for her, but apparently it is, especially when Seonghwa’s hand spends more time on her waist and lower back than anywhere else, and especially when she keeps leaning in close with a dropped voice to explain things to her.
Hongjoong’s still not entirely sure what a V12 engine is, but she’s pretty sure they’re the best thing to exist because Seonghwa’s tits were almost in her face while she explained them.
But now the evening’s coming to an end, which means Seonghwa’s hand is back on Hongjoong’s waist as she leads them toward the Thunderbird, and her fingers are grazing the small sliver of skin where Hongjoong’s shirt has ridden up slightly, and it’s making Hongjoong feel all hot and bothered and ridiculously giddy with excitement.
She still doesn’t know if Seonghwa’s into women, but the fact she’s barely been able to keep her hands off Hongjoong all evening has got to be a pretty good indicator.
They get in and Hongjoong watches Seonghwa’s long, pretty fingers as she puts the key in the ignition and starts up the car, and then as her hand moves to the gear stick and wraps around it, shiny trimmed nails, another good indicator, Hongjoong thinks, and rings glittering in the late evening golden sunlight. Maybe they can catch the sunset at the beach?
Seonghwa guides them slowly out of the car park, rambling on about something to do with Chevys that Hongjoong’s only half listening to, too enraptured by the way the golden light makes her skin positively glow.
When they’re out on the street, Seonghwa turns on the radio, some western song Hongjoong half recognises playing, and then Seonghwa’s hand drops to Hongjoong’s thigh.
She bites back a yelp of surprise, her blood rushing south and her thighs tingling with anticipation. Seonghwa squeezes her thigh lightly, and if Hongjoong had a dick she would have been rock hard by now.
Instead she sits back, taking a deep breath, willing herself to relax and enjoy the ride, because something might be about to happen, but something might also not. It wouldn’t be her first time thinking someone was flirting with her when it turns out they weren’t. She doesn’t want to get her hopes up too high.
Seonghwa’s hand leaves her thigh for a moment to change gears, and when it returns she settles noticeably higher, fingers lightly tapping the inside of her thigh, and Hongjoong swallows the whimper that desperately wants to escape her throat.
“So,” Seonghwa asks, and Hongjoong turns her attention to Seonghwa’s face and lips instead of her hand on Hongjoong’s thigh, because obviously that’s so much better. It’s not. Now she’s just thinking about kissing Seonghwa. “You know how to drive manual?”
Hongjoong shakes her head.
“I’ve tried it a couple of times when I first started learning to drive, but I couldn’t get the hang of it. And that was years ago now.”
“You wanna try?” Seonghwa asks. “This car’s only got 3 speed transmission, so a bit less to keep track of than modern manuals. I know a good carpark that's generally pretty empty, we can drive laps there?”
She's glancing at Hongjoong with her pretty boba eyes, and it's devastating.
“Why not,” Hongjoong replies, and maybe she should be a little worried about getting kidnapped and murdered or something, because she's known Seonghwa all of an hour and a half and they're going to a supposedly empty car park alone, but Seonghwa also keeps looking at her like that and touching her like that and they're going to a supposedly empty car park alone, which sounds a lot like the perfect place for all her gay little car sex fantasies to come true.
When they get there Hongjoong's mid ramble about her current music production assignment, and it’s only when Seonghwa turns off the car that Hongjoong realises they've arrived.
As expected, the car park is desolate. It's big enough that there's plenty of room to drive around and they're at the top of a cliffside overlooking the ocean, the car parallel to the shore, the view right out Hongjoong’s window.
“Beach is permanently closed,” Seonghwa says, as she opens the door. “Dangerous rips or something. So no one comes here.”
Hongjoong grins as she steps out of the car, taking a moment to take in the view. The sun is dipping steadily lower, golden light and long shadows, as the sky begins to glow in shades of pink and orange and purple, reflecting in the waves.
Seonghwa nods toward the driver's seat, and Hongjoong rounds the car to get in as Seonghwa slides across to the passenger. She pulls the door closed and then Seongwha's looking at her.
“So, what do you know?” She asks, and she's leaning in disconcertingly close. Hongjoong's breath catches in her throat as she turns to point down at the pedals.
“Accelerator, brake, clutch,” she says, pointing to the pedals in turn. “Gear stick. Use the clutch when starting the car and changing gears. I just don’t know how to.”
Seonghwa nods, and presses the key into her palm, fingers lingering just a moment.
“You'll also need to clutch when you break,” Seonghwa says. Hongjoong nods. “Okay, first off, obviously key in the ignition. Hold down the break and clutch when you turn the car on. Then with the clutch still in, release the handbrake, then slowly let off the clutch. When you feel it catch, you need to start accelerating. Not too much but not too little, or you’ll stall. The gear is already in first, so don’t worry about that.”
Hongjoong nods again, shifting in the seat so she’s facing the wheel completely. She presses down on the brake and clutch as she inserts and twists the key, and she can feel Seonghwa’s eyes on her as the car hums to life.
“Handbrake, release clutch, and accelerate,” Seonghwa repeats, voice low.
“Handbrake,” Hongjoong says, resting one hand on the wheel as she releases the handbrake with the other. “Release clutch and accelerate,” she slowly pulls off the clutch and moves her other foot to the accelerator, and immediately stalls the car.
Seonghwa lets out a delighted little laugh, and Hongjoong feels heat rush to her cheeks at the sound. Seonghwa’s laugh is so pretty she can barely even feel embarrassed.
“Good try, good try,” Seonghwa says, and there’s a glint in her eye. “Give it another go. No need to rush. It took me ages to get it consistently.”
Hongjoong nods, twisting the key again as the car hums back to life. She stalls it again, and Seonghwa gives her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and a bright grin, as her fingers trail down Hongjoong’s arm before dropping to rest on the seat between them.
She gets it on the third try, and as the car starts to move forward and then keeps moving forward, the engine humming as the car vibrates beneath her, she grins in delight.
“Good girl,” Seonghwa says, and Hongjoong’s stomach does a backflip and blood pools in her groin as she stares resolutely at the wheel and out the windscreen in front of her. She tries to ignore the fact that she can feel herself getting wet, but it gets harder when Seonghwa’s hand finds her thigh again, settling infuriatingly high up and tapping patterns into the denim of her shorts. “Do a lap then we’ll give it another go. Remember to clutch before you start breaking. Okay?”
“Yep,” Hongjoong replies, releasing a deep breath as she navigates the car in a lap around the island in the middle of the car park, her thighs tense and tingling the longer Seonghwa’s hand rests there. She manages not to stall as she pulls the car to a stop back where they started. Is it hot in here, or is it just her?
“Good, now do the exact same thing again,” Seonghwa says, and her voice is low and she's leaning in close to Hongjoong, breath faintly fanning Hongjoong's ear. Hongjoong gulps, refusing to turn to look at her, because she doesn't know if she'll be able to hold back from doing something completely and utterly stupid if she does.
Hongjoong nods, and releases the clutch while pushing down on the accelerator, like she did before, and accidentally stalls it. She curses under her breath, brain not able to focus properly with Seonghwa so close, leaning into her, touching her, hand moving further and further up her thigh until her fingers rest centimetres below her crotch.
Hongjoong turns the key in the ignition again, starting the car back up, and as she successfully gets the car moving, Seonghwa squeezes her thigh again.
“Good,” she says, as Hongjoong starts the car around the same loop as before, heart stammering dangerously in her chest. “You listen to me well, don’t you?”
Hongjoong doesn’t manage to bite back the whimper that escapes her throat at that, her stomach flipping so violently she feels almost nauseous.
She’s so fucking wet right now it’s not even funny. Seonghwa knows what she’s doing to her, right?
“Such a good girl, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa whispers, teeth catching onto the earring in her helix, and the moment she pulls back up in the same spot as before, applies the handbrake and makes sure she’s shifted into gear, thighs and hands trembling, Seonghwa grabs her by the chin and turns her face to look at her, leaning in until their lips are inches apart. “Tell me to stop,” she whispers, and Hongjoong doesn’t hesitate a second to grab Seonghwa’s jaw and crash their lips together, a desperate whine escaping her throat.
Seonghwa moans into their lips, the hand on her thigh moving to Hongjoong’s waist, squeezing, sliding under her shirt, fingers cold against Hongjoong’s flushed, sweaty skin. Hongjoong digs her fingers into Seonghwa’s hair, running her fingers through it, pulling her somehow closer. She lets out a gasp when Seonghwa grabs the other side of her waist, lifting her almost effortlessly, to sit sideways on the seat, the door behind her back, pressing into her spine, body crammed between the wheel and the backrest. The car hums beneath them, as Seonghwa dips her tongue into Hongjoong’s mouth, and she tastes so fucking good, and now she’s straddling Hongjoong’s leg and her knee is just shy of pressing up against Hongjoong’s pussy. Hongjoong’s so glad the car has a bench seat and there’s no centre console in the way.
Hongjoong lets out a desperate groan as Seonghwa pushes forward slightly, her bare knee pressing hard against Hongjoong’s pussy, a bolt of pleasure shooting up her spine. Her thighs are shaking and she desperately wants Seonghwa between them, kissing and biting and leaving marks all over her skin, sucking her clit between her pretty lips before dipping her tongue in and eating her out.
“So desperate, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa whispers as she pulls back, dipping down to press her lips to Hongjoong’s neck. “Can I leave marks?”
“Ye- yes,” Hongjoong stammers, digging her fingers into Seonghwa’s pretty blonde hair as she starts sucking on Hongjoong’s neck. Hongjoong lets out a loud moan at the sensation, as Seonghwa’s knee presses into her pussy again. She’s never been touched like this before, and it’s entirely addictive and entirely overwhelming and she loves it. Her hips buck up into Seonghwa’s thigh, the friction absolutely delicious as she lets out another moan, and Seonghwa sucks and nibbles on her neck. She’s going to look like she got attacked by a swarm of mosquitos tomorrow, but she isn’t sure she cares when Seonghwa’s body is pressing into hers like this, and she’s about to lose her virginity in a ‘57 dusk rose Ford Thunderbird.
Seonghwa’s lips find hers again, tongue dipping into her mouth, and Hongjoong sucks it in as deep as it can go, Seonghwa’s hands squeezing her waist.
“Can I… eat you out?” Seonghwa asks between kisses, before making her way back down Hongjoong’s neck, sucking on a spot on her collarbone.
“Please,” Hongjoong replies, and it comes out as half a moan. “Please.”
Seonghwa’s fingers find the buttons of Hongjoong’s shirt, as she pulls back, and with a quick questioning eyebrow from Seonghwa and a desperate nod from Hongjoong, she starts undoing them. When the shirt falls open, leaving Hongjoong’s torso exposed in only her sports bra, to someone else for the first time ever, Seonghwa sits back on Hongjoong’s thigh for a moment, taking her in.
Hongjoong feels so exposed, terrified for a moment, but then Seonghwa’s reaching her hands behind Hongjoong’s back with a smile and unclipping her bra, and pulling Hongjoong away from the door for a moment to slide her shirt and bra off her shoulders where they slide off the seat to the floor. Hongjoong’s entire upper body is exposed, and Seonghwa’s looking at her like she’s starving, and Hongjoong’s stomach backflips as Seonghwa leans in to press her lips to Hongjoong’s sternum, right between her breasts. It’s disconcertingly sweet and wholesome given the situation, but then Seonghwa’s taking one of Hongjoong’s nipples into her mouth and grabbing the other between her fingers as her other hand trails along Hongjoong’s stomach, and Hongjoong moans and arches into the sensation, violent bolts of pleasure darting through her entire body, as Seonghwa’s knee presses into her pussy at the same time.
Hongjoong grabs at Seonghwa’s hair with one hand and the hem of her tank top with the other, pushing it up to grab at Seonghwa’s waist as desperate little moans escape her lips at Seonghwa’s sucking and biting and twisting and pinching.
When Seonghwa pulls away for a moment, Hongjoong grabs at her top with both hands and pulls it over her head.
“You’re so pretty,” Seonghwa says, hands tracing and squeezing at Hongjoong’s stomach, but Hongjoong’s jaw is dropped in shock because Seonghwa’s stomach is shredded, and she has a happy trail leading down beneath her skirt and she’s also dripping in sweat and and Hongjoong desperately wants to lick it, wants to taste the saltiness on her tongue, and she really hopes Seonghwa’s going to let Hongjoong eat her out at some point tonight as well. Or next time.
Hongjoong really hopes there’s a next time.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Hongjoong says, and it comes out as barely a whisper.
“If you undo my bra you can get an even better view,” Seonghwa says, and Hongjoong’s quick to obey, reaching behind Seonghwa with shaky hands, finding the clasp on her bra, and pulling it open. It drops down her arms and her breasts spill out and Seonghwa drops it onto the floor with her top, but Hongjoong’s eyes are on her tits and only her tits. They’re perfect and round and decently large with pretty brown nipples that Hongjoong wants in her mouth, and Seonghwa grabs one of Hongjoong’s hands, bringing it up to cup one of her breasts. Hongjoong squeezes obediently, flicking her thumb over Seonghwa’s nipple, and Seonghwa lets out a pleased sigh. Hongjoong can feel her moving against her thigh, grinding gently against the denim of her shorts, knee rubbing against Hongjoong’s own pussy from the movement, and she’s absolutely throbbing.
“Such a good girl,” Seonghwa says, as Hongjoong grabs Seonghwa’s other breast, squeezing and pinching at her nipples. “Learning so fast.”
Hongjoong moans as Seonghwa’s hands find her own nipples again, pinching and twisting, and she arches into the sensation, growing more and more desperate for Seonghwa’s head between her legs as the moments pass.
And then Seonghwa’s leaning down again, pressing her lips to Hongjoong’s then kissing down her jaw and her neck and her chest, leaving a trail of hickies as she goes. She kicks off her heels and slides down Hongjoong’s leg, pussy pressed against her the whole time, moaning into Hongjoong’s stomach at the drag.
She sucks more hickies into Hongjoong’s stomach and licks a line up her happy trail, squeezing her waist with one hand and twisting her nipple with the other as she goes, while Hongjoong runs her fingers through Seonghwa’s hair and up and down her sweaty back.
Seonghwa pauses when she gets to Hongjoong’s shorts, sitting up slightly, as best as can when she’s now being pressed up against the other door, and her hands find Hongjoong’s belt and start pulling it open. Hongjoong’s heart stammers in her chest as Seonghwa undoes her button and pulls down her fly, grabbing the waist of Hongjoong’s shorts to pull them down, and Hongjoong’s about to lift her hips to make it easier, before her brain freezes.
“You okay?” Seonghwa asks, as soon as she realises. “If it’s too much we can stop?”
“No it’s-” Hongjoong’s completely breathless, and she wants Seonghwa to eat her out so fucking bad, but she’s just scared. What if she doesn’t manage to orgasm? She’s never had one before, she’s never been able to get there on her own before, and she has no idea what to expect. And what if she can’t get Seonghwa to finish?
Seonghwa’s hands rest patiently on Hongjoong’s stomach, chest rising and falling as she catches her breath, letting Hongjoong take the time she needs to answer.
“It’s- I- I’ve never… I’ve never done this before,” Hongjoong says. “I want this. I’m just- just a bit scared. I’m sorry.”
“Like… with a woman, or with anyone?” Seonghwa asks softly.
“With anyone,” Hongjoong says. “I’ve never had sex before. I’ve never orgasmed before.”
“Lucky for you, I know what I’m doing, right?” Seonghwa says. Hongjoong nods quickly. Her hands slide back down to Hongjoong’s waistband, waiting in question. “Do you need a break?” she asks, as she leans forward, lips hovering inches from Hongjoong’s.
“No,” Hongjoong shakes her head. “Just need you to be gentle.”
“I can be gentle,” Seonghwa says, pressing her lips to Hongjoong’s, and Hongjoong sucks her tongue into her mouth with a moan. And then Seonghwa’s kissing back down her neck and her chest and her stomach, and Hongjoong’s lifting her hips and Seonghwa slides her shorts down her thighs, lifting herself up slightly until Hongjoong can kick them off and she’s just in her boxers underneath Seonghwa.
Seonghwa grabs her thighs, pulling them open as she settles between them, one of her knees bumping the backrest while the other bumps the dash, and she presses her lips to the inside of one of Hongjoong’s thighs, just near her knee, and she doesn’t break eye contact, and it’s the hottest thing Hongjoong’s experienced in her life.
She presses a line of kisses down Hongjoong’s inner thigh, lips on the sensitive skin, and it makes Hongjoong’s pussy throb. When she’s mere centimetres from Hongjoong’s pussy, she starts sucking on the skin, kissing and biting at the spot, and Hongjoong’s back arches with a moan.
She sucks a second and a third hickey into her skin, before biting one into the other thigh, and then finally she presses her nose into the fabric of Hongjoong’s underwear, fluffed up hair tickling Hongjoong’s thighs, and it’s absolute bliss.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” Seonghwa says with moan, nose pressing through the fabric into Hongjoong’s clit, as she presses a kiss over the wet fabric. “Such a good girl for me, yeah?”
Hongjoong nods desperately, as Seonghwa’s fingers reach up to the waistband of her boxers. Hongjoong lifts her hips again, as Seonghwa slides them down, and with a few awkward angles and clambering she slides them off Hongjoong’s ankles and drops them with the rest of their clothes, and now Hongjoong’s completely bare beneath her, and it’s terrifying and exhilarating and Hongjoong’s slightly scared they’re going to make a mess of Seonghwa’s pretty car but Seonghwa doesn’t seem to care one bit as she settles between Hongjoong’s legs again, hunched awkwardly, and Hongjoong slides herself back along the seat, where she’d accidentally slid down, to give Seonghwa more room. Seonghwa presses a kiss to the inside of Hongjoong’s thigh again, holding eye contact, gaze burning into Hongjoong’s, before she gently presses her lips to Hongjoong’s clit.
The contact sends red hot fire rushing through Hongjoong’s every vein, and she lets out a desperate moan as Seonghwa sucks her clit between her lips, mouthing and tonguing at it, hands tracing and squeezing Hongjoong’s waist and thighs and stomach, fingers tangling in the thick hair at her groin.
Hongjoong’s thighs tremble as bolts of pleasure shoot through her with every movement of Hongjoong’s lips and tongue, and her breaths come quickly and rapidly, paired with little moans and whines. She dips her fingers back into Seonghwa’s hair for something to do with her hands, and Seonghwa moans into her clit, the vibrations doing wonders. She looks absolutely sinful and Hongjoong knows this moment is going to be seared into her memory for the rest of her life.
Then Seonghwa detaches from her clit and starts rubbing at it with her thumb, kissing her way down Hongjoong’s labia, dipping her tongue between the folds and Hongjoong doesn’t think she’s ever felt this much pleasure in her life.
Then she removes her thumb and angles Hongjoong’s hips up slightly, and dips her tongue into Hongjoong’s hole while her nose presses into Hongjoong’s clit and it’s so intense and Hongjoong’s absolutely shaking and she has an absolute death grip on Seonghwa’s scalp and Seonghwa moans into her pussy and starts moving her tongue in and out like she’s starved and Hongjoong’s a three course meal. She squeezes Hongjoong’s thighs and pushes them in, and Hongjoong obeys, squeezing them around Seonghwa’s head as she throws her own head back against the window, mind going numb from pleasure, moaning and whining brokenly between her short, rapid breathing.
She’s so fucking close.
She’s closer than she’s ever been in her fucking life.
Seonghwa moans into her pussy again, mouthing and sucking and shoving her tongue in and out as her nose presses white hot pleasure into Hongjoong’s clit.
When Seonghwa moans into her pussy again, Hongjoong comes. It’s white hot, a full body explosion of pleasure, a guttural moan escaping her throat as tears prick her eyes. Everything goes numb and she’s shaking and her vision goes white and her brain goes blank, completely empty except for Seonghwa Seonghwa Seonghwa.
When she starts to come down, she finally understands why people make such a big deal about this.
She slowly opens her eyes, completely short of breath, to find Seonghwa still between her legs, lapping up her wetness before she kisses her way up Hongjoong’s stomach and chest and meets her lips. Hongjoong can taste herself on them, moaning softly into the sensation, running her fingers through Seonghwa’s hair.
“You did so well for me,” Seonghwa whispers, pressing gentle kisses to Hongjoong’s cheeks, her nose, her forehead. “Such a good girl. You taste so fucking good.”
“Can I… you…?” Hongjoong manages between breaths, as Seonghwa presses her lips gently to Hongjoong’s again.
“You wanna try eating me out?” Seonghwa asks, cupping Hongjoong’s cheek. Hongjoong nods. “You ever done it before?”
Hongjoong shakes her head.
“I know the… the theory,” she says.
“Yeah?”
“I read,” she replies, pulling Seonghwa’s lips down to her own again. The car still hums beneath them, and maybe they should have turned it off to save petrol, but Hongjoong thinks it adds a nice ambience, and Seonghwa doesn’t seem too fussed.
“Mmm, what do you read?” Seonghwa asks, as she pulls Hongjoong with her as she moves to sit back against the other door, so Hongjoong’s straddling her.
Hongjoong presses her lips to Seonghwa’s, then starts moving down to her neck.
“About pretty girls fingering each other,” Hongjoong says, before pressing a kiss to Seonghwa’s throat. She hums at the sensation, almost bordering on a soft whine. “And eating each other out,” she presses her lips to Seonghwa’s collarbone. “Can I mark?” Seonghwa nods, her fingers sliding into Hongjoong’s hair, drawing a whine from her throat. She sucks the skin into her mouth, biting and sucking at it softly, until she pulls away to a red mark blooming on Seonghwa’s collarbone. “And fucking each other with straps until they’re crying, shaking messes.”
“Fuck,” Seonghwa hisses, as Hongjoong starts sucking another mark into Seonghwa’s neck, hands reaching up to squeeze her breasts, pinching and twisting at her nipples. “You’d- you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being fucked stupid by my strap?”
Hongjoong moans into Seonghwa’s neck at the thought, as Seonghwa’s hands dig into her hair.
“Or would you rather choke on it? I have this brand new pair of combat boots at home too, they’d look great with your come all over them,” Seonghwa whispers, voice low as her breath grazes Hongjoong’s ear.
Hongjoong sinks her teeth into Seonghwa’s neck to contain her reaction, already feeling the blood rush back to her pussy. She’s supposed to be the one getting Seonghwa off now, not the other way around.
She sucks another hickey into Seonghwa’s neck, before making her way down her chest, sucking one of her nipples between her lips and pinching at the other.
Seonghwa lets out a high moan at the sensation, back arching off the door, fingers digging harder into Hongjoong’s hair.
She moves her tongue around Seonghwa’s nipple, tasting and sucking and mouthing at it, until she feels Seonghwa’s hips buck up beneath her.
“Be a good girl and put your knee between my thighs,” Seonghwa says breathily, and when Hongjoong complies, Seonghwa grinds down against her immediately, a high moan escaping her mouth. Hongjoong can feel how wet she is already, soaked through her underwear as her pussy presses against Hongjoong’s bare knee.
Hongjoong detaches her lips from Seonghwa’s nipple, pinching at it with her other hand again, as she kisses her way down Seonghwa’s sternum and to her stomach, and her hard, sweaty abs.
Hongjoong’s already wondering what it’d be like to drag her pussy all over them as she licks up a salty line of sweat.
She sucks a hickey into Seonghwa’s skin and pushes her knee up further, as Seonghwa moans beneath her. Then she kisses a line down Seonghwa’s happy trail until she reaches the waistband of her skirt. She slides herself back along the seat for a more comfortable angle, fingers moving from Seonghwa’s nipples to the skirt, finding the zip on the side and pulling it down. She pushes the skirt down Seonghwa’s thighs slowly, as Seonghwa lifts her hips, to find Seonghwa in a plain white pair of underwear, already soaked through at the gusset.
“You’re so wet,” Hongjoong says, as she presses her lips to Seonghwa’s upper thighs, then to the fabric just over her clit.
“Just for you, baby,” Seonghwa says, applying a little bit of pressure to Hongjoong’s head, pushing her down toward her pussy. Hongjoong slides her fingers under the waistband of her underwear, pushing it down her thighs and sliding them off her ankles, until Seonghwa’s completely bare beneath her and she settles herself between her thighs, one of Seonghwa’s knees bumping against the steering wheel as the other presses against the backrest.
She copies what Seonghwa did, grabbing one of her thighs and kissing her way down it, sucking hickies into the skin as she goes. When she reaches her pussy she moves past it, kissing and sucking her way back up the other thigh as Seonghwa whines desperately, fingers in her hair, pulling at the short strands, never breaking eye contact.
Then Hongjoong kisses her way back down, until she’s reaching Seonghwa’s dripping pussy, and sucks her swollen clit between her lips, and Seonghwa bucks up into her with a loud moan.
Hongjoong sucks and licks at her clit, running her hands up and down and squeezing her thighs, trembling beneath her touch.
“So good baby,” Seonghwa says. “Doing so- so so good for me.”
Hongjoong moans around her clit, sucking and licking at it, tracing patterns around it with her tongue, as Seonghwa’s thighs shake with pleasure. She gives it one last suck before kissing her way down Seonghwa’s labia, sliding her tongue between Seonghwa’s folds, tasting her wetness. Her nose presses into Seonghwa’s clit and she takes a breath of her, moaning as she pushes her tongue into Seonghwa’s hole. Seonghwa’s thighs clench around her ears as she clenches around her tongue, as it pushes in and out, her own pussy throbbing. She readjusts slightly so she can grind down against her own heel, groaning into Seonghwa’s pussy at the relief, as Seonghwa’s hips buck up into her mouth.
She can see Seonghwa’s lips moving as she pinches her own nipples, can vaguely hear Seonghwa telling her how good she’s doing, muffled by her thighs, but even knowing she’s saying those words makes Hongjoong that much more desperate to please.
She doesn’t even realise Seonghwa’s orgasming until she’s squirting into Hongjoong’s mouth, thighs clenching so tight around Hongjoong’s head she almost sees stars, and honestly if she dies here, what a way to go out.
Before she even gets a chance to register it, Seonghwa’s thighs are loosening and she’s grabbing Hongjoong and pulling her up into a kiss, and Hongjoong hasn’t even swallowed her come yet but she moans into her mouth and swallows what she can, the rest dripping between Seonghwa’s lips as their tongues move together, sloppy and messy and perfect.
“You did so well,” Seonghwa whispers between their mouths. “So good for me. So perfect.”
Hongjoong lets out a delighted hum, pressing her lips to Seonghwa’s again and again, then peppering her lips over Seonghwa’s cheeks and nose and forehead.
“You’re so pretty,” Hongjoong whispers, because she’s not really entirely sure what to say or do now, but it seems like vaguely the correct thing.
“Says you,” Seonghwa replies with a small laugh. “That was ridiculously hot.”
Hongjoong flushes under the praise, dropping her head to rest in the crook of Seonghwa’s neck, pressing her lips to one of the hickies she’s left there.
“Hot enough for a next time, I hope?” Hongjoong asks tentatively, as Seonghwa’s hands slide down to rest gently on her back.
“Can I take you on a date first?” Seonghwa asks, and Hongjoong’s heart almost bursts out of her chest as she nods quickly into Seonghwa’s shoulder.
“Yes please,” Hongjoong replies. She leans up to gently press her lips to Seonghwa’s again. “Unless you wanna count looking at cars as a first date?”
“I think that can be arranged,” Seonghwa replies. She’s half hidden in shadows but the last golden glint of sunset glistens in her eyes and she’s so so pretty and it’s a terrible idea and way too soon, but Hongjoong might be falling just a little bit in love.
“Wanna get dinner tomorrow?” Hongjoong asks. “I have classes until five, but after that I’m all yours. You can wear your new boots?”
“I’ll pick you up at six?” Seonghwa replies, and Hongjoong nods, as Seonghwa pulls her into another kiss, smiling into her lips.
Somewhere from the floor, a phone buzzes, and Hongjoong’s tempted to ignore it until it buzzes again and then again, and she suddenly remembers she told Yeosang she’d be back like an hour ago and she has no idea where Hongjoong is.
“You should probably get that,” Seonghwa says with a small laugh, and Hongjoong wants to stay here kissing Seonghwa forever, but Seonghwa sits them up and Hongjoong reaches down to fish her phone out of her shorts where they lie on the floor.
Seonghwa presses her lips gently to Hongjoong’s neck as she unlocks it, to find, unsurprisingly, that Yeosang has messaged her.
Yeosangie
Hongjoonggg
Where are youuuu
No like actually
Please reply
You said youd be back on campus like
An hour ago
Girl if you’ve been kidnapped im killing you
If you dont reply in the next ten minutes im calling the police
Im serious
Hongjoong
Reply
Girl
Five mins until i call the police
THREE MINUTES
Me
Im alive dont worry
No longer a virgin :)
Yeosangie
OHMYGOD YOURE ALIVE
THANK FUCK
OH
Oh my god you were having lesbian sex
Oh my god is she hot
Oh my god
Shes hot right??
Me
So fucking hot its not even funny
Yeosangie
You better give me all the details when u get back
Me
I will dw
“Cute,” Seonghwa says, between sucking another hickie into Hongjoong’s neck and pressing her lips gently back to Hongjoong’s lips with a smile.
Then she reaches for Hongjoong’s phone and Hongjoong watches as she finds Hongjoong’s contacts and puts her number in, sending herself a text.
“I should probably get you back, shouldn’t I,” Seonghwa says. “You were complaining about an assignment earlier.”
“I want to stay here,” Hongjoong pouts, and Seonghwa presses her lips to Hongjoong’s sweetly.
“Finish your assignment and you can have me for as long as you want tomorrow,” Seonghwa says, and honestly that sounds like a pretty damn good deal to Hongjoong. “From sunset to sunrise, if you want.”
Hongjoong nods eagerly, maybe a little too eager, and Seonghwa laughs as she reaches down to the floor for their mess of clothes, to start getting dressed again, as the last rays of the sun disappear over the horizon.
Me
[Sent a photo]
Done
I think thats the fastest ive ever finished an assignment
Ever
Seonghwa <3
Good girl
Im so proud
As a prize
Heres a teaser for tomorrow night ;)
[Sent a photo]
My new boots
Me
This is about to be the longest 18 hours and 3 minutes of my life ever oh my god
Seonghwa <3
Ill see you at 6 baby ;P