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Hongjoong never had any doubts about her sexuality. She always liked men and, to her, the definition of a man was far from mediocre. They needed to be strong (yes, very strong), tall, imposing, and overflowing with masculinity. Men who weren't ashamed to show off their muscles shaped by hard work and a dense aura, exuding testosterone.
She was capable of spending hours of her day in a trance, just admiring the sweat slowly trickling down the broad and well-sculpted pectorals of the guys who frequented the campus. Sometimes, her mind traveled to dangerous places, imagining herself licking every single droplet of that salty moisture directly from their warm skin.
What would the exact taste be like? Salty with a bitter touch of adrenaline? Or maybe citric and vibrant like oranges in the middle of summer?
Hongjoong was a heterosexual woman, convicted and without a shadow of a doubt.
Possessing a magnetic beauty (she was exactly what the Korean standard desired), she was thin, boasted a body subtly defined by her trips to the gym and, although she didn't make a point of being the most fawned-over woman in the spaces she frequented, she knew exactly the power she carried. She had her secrets kept under lock and key, infallible seduction tricks that never failed whenever she decided to use them.
And the new boy on campus was, indisputably, her next victim.
He was the exact personification of all her nightly delusions. The tanned skin looked like it had been bathed in liquid gold, shiny and viscous like honey under the midday light — that was the characteristic that first captured anyone's eyes. The impressive height was also an invitation to sin, and, God... those perfectly defined muscles under tight t-shirts were a living work of art. Hongjoong's mouth would actually lactate saliva, a nearly physical and uncontrollable desire dominating her every time he crossed the college hallways.
To make matters worse for her sanity, the yellowish-blonde hair, cut to a medium length that fell haphazardly over his eyes, was definitely a malicious and well-thought-out choice on his part. It was a rebellious look that deeply instigated her. Hongjoong had already lost count of how many times she felt her body react immediately and viscerally, her intimacy getting wet in pure yearning just from watching him pass by, exhaling that woody perfume that seemed to impregnate the air.
It wasn't as if she were in a dry spell, frustrated, or unsatisfied with her own sex life; quite the contrary, she had sex frequently and knew very well how to get pleasure. However, there was something magnetic and primitive about that boy that broke any usual logic. He wasn't just another one. He was the trophy she needed to conquer.
And, like a patient predator, she already had a plan detailed out in her mind on how to conquer him. Hongjoong didn't want just a casual night; she wanted to flaunt him like a trophy. She would make the boy kiss her feet, beg for her attention, and worship her as his only goddess, his muse, his reason for living.
The scheme drawn in her head was simple and infallible: she just had to wait for Jongho's highly talked-about party, the coming weekend. In the chaos of the loud music and neon lights, she would find the perfect moment to isolate him, drag him to one of the empty rooms on the upper floor, and show him, between four walls, exactly what she was capable of. She had the perfect trap, the right perfume, and the self-confidence of someone who never took "no" for an answer.
Oh, but fate loved to play games, and it would be painfully cruel...
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The party was exactly as Hongjoong had planned: noisy, stuffy, with many sweaty bodies scattered around the corners, making the most of the feverish heat of that night of excesses. The heavy electronic music made the walls vibrate, but Hongjoong's eyes were perfectly focused on a single target. The blonde boy was a few meters ahead, surrounded by smoke.
He was hot. Much hotter than usual.
The look adopted for that night was slouchier, yet in a millimetrically purposeful way. An oversized printed gray tank top exposed strong arms and biceps flexing with every movement. The baggy sweatpants were slightly sagging on the hips, low enough to prominently show the waistband of designer boxers. To complete the look, a dark red cap covered part of his eyes, leaving him with that irresistible aura of a legitimate heartbreaker boy.
Hongjoong felt a wave of adrenaline; luck was clearly on her side. He looked relaxed, with a broad and confident posture. Seeing that physical imposition, she was absolutely sure his dick must be heavy.
A promise of pure pleasure.
Adjusting her short skirt with determination and puffing out her chest, she walked toward him with firm steps. Without waiting for answers, introductions, or any kind of rational reaction, Hongjoong simply invaded his space and began to sway her body right in front of him. With slow and provocative movements, she pressed their skins together, grinding every curve of her defined body against the blonde's robust frame.
The blonde didn't hesitate. He seemed to realize her intentions in the exact same second, opening a half-smile and letting his large, warm hands wander over her body, squeezing her waist with a possessiveness that made Hongjoong's spine tingle. Then, his lips traveled eagerly down Hongjoong's neck, nibbling the sensitive skin and leaving behind small red, burning marks.
They were completely pinned in the middle of the dance floor, almost fusing their bodies under the strobe lighting, but the most important part for Hongjoong wasn't even close to her yet: his dick. The hips of that body seemed to be saying "hi" directly from Korea while she was in Chile; the anatomical distance made no sense. All Hongjoong wanted was to rub her vagina against that volume until it bled from so much horniness, and she wouldn't beg for relief — she would tear that reaction from him by force.
A small nudge arose at the height of her womb, timid yet firm. Hongjoong smiled internally, victorious, thinking she had finally gotten the rigid reaction she wanted so badly. With all her energy, she threw her hips back all the way, searching for the massive volume, the tight squeeze, the anatomical confirmation of all her theories.
But there was absolutely nothing there.
Her brain tied itself in an instant knot. Completely confused, Hongjoong tried to pull away a centimeter to process the emptiness, but the body above her pressed even harder against hers, canceling out any space. In the midst of the squeeze, the collar of the gray tank top slipped to the side, exposing the wide strap and the edge of a high-impact sports bra.
Compression workout clothes?
She barely had time to organize the stream of absurd thoughts in her mind. In the next second, the hand that was on her waist moved up to her nape with an unyielding firmness, while the other arm wrapped entirely around her back, shattering any attempt at resistance.
With fast, dominant steps and without any ceremony, the blonde practically dragged Hongjoong through the party, pushing past the sweaty bodies dancing on the floor without asking for permission. Hongjoong followed behind, half-tripping over her own legs and her own skirt, her eyes fixed on the broad, blonde nape.
Damn, that boy was going to destroy her either way.
Hongjoong didn't even get a chance to catch her breath or her balance. Her back collided hard against the solid wood of the bedroom door, and the weight of that tall body pressed against hers immediately, pinning her there like a hostage of her own desire.
The firm hands slid up her waist, slipping urgently under her shirt and sticking to the hot, sweaty skin of her ribs. With the sudden movement, the dark red cap fell to the floor, fully revealing the blonde hair that now framed features that, in the dim light of the room, were of a bewilderingly delicate beauty. The features were fine, the lips full.
The boy was starved, and that wild intensity scared Hongjoong a little. He was shockingly fast at ripping her clothes off; in just a few agile movements, she was completely naked. Her breasts glistened with sweat under the dim light and her face was wet, a mixture of tears of excitement and saliva from the previous kiss.
That was too much. Too intense for her mind to process.
Hongjoong could barely draw air into her lungs, her hands fumbling blindly over the blonde's broad shoulders, gripping the gray tank top as if her life depended on that fabric. He kissed her with a painful, almost violent urgency, his tongue dictating a savage rhythm that made her legs tremble like jelly. If the intention was to destroy her, he was achieving absolute success.
Suddenly, he pulled back a centimeter, his breathing as heavy and loud as hers. The dark, deep, and intense eyes locked onto Hongjoong's in the penumbra of the room, shining with a dangerous electricity.
Without breaking eye contact for a single second, the boy brought his hands to the hem of his own gray tank top and pulled it up with a rough motion, tossing it to the floor. Next, he unbuttoned the baggy sweatpants and pushed them down his legs in a hurry, quickly ridding himself of the garments until he stood completely exposed in front of her.
Hongjoong blinked, the tears from the intensity still drying on her cheeks, forcing her vision to focus on the silhouette under the dim light coming through the window.
Her brain simply stopped working. The gears jammed.
There, right in front of her, perfectly feminine curves and firm, full breasts were revealed, rising and falling frantically with the panting breath. There was no dick. There was no manly man of her dreams.
There was a woman. A beautiful, imposing, and shockingly hot naked woman.
The blonde strands fell messily over a face of flawless features, cascading down to gym-defined shoulders, a sculpted waist, and perfectly shaped hips. Holy shit, she was the hottest creature Hongjoong had ever seen.
The blonde girl took a step forward with total confidence, sporting a grin from ear to ear, proud of the effect she was causing. And Hongjoong's mouth, as usual, was much faster than her shocked brain.
"Shit, you're a woman!" The sentence escaped Hongjoong's lips before she could even restrain the impulse, her voice coming out cracked, high-pitched, and laced with the sound of her heavy breathing.
The blonde stopped abruptly. Her gaze shifted from predatory to shocked and, subsequently, deeply offended. Involuntarily, she crossed her arms tightly over her chest, hiding her exposed breasts. Her posture now screamed pure indignation. The grin from ear to ear vanished instantly, replaced by a sharp scowl on her forehead and a look that mixed embarrassment, frustration, and irritation.
She stepped back a pace, her jaw clenched.
"And what the fuck is the problem?! You were grinding on me the whole time!"
Hongjoong blinked several times, her mind trying to keep up with the other's drastic and violent shift in mood.
"Eh?! I... I-I don't know! You're so fucking hot! And you're naked!" Good job, Kim Hongjoong. You definitely deserve an award for the best communicator alive on the planet.
The blonde blinked, her arms still squeezed against her chest, but the expression of pure indignation wavered for a second in the face of that idiotic and honest response. She opened her mouth to retort, probably ready to let out some more heavy trash-talk, but Hongjoong's brutal and completely clumsy honesty seemed to disarm her completely.
"My God... you really thought I was a man?!" the girl replied, one of her blonde eyebrows shooting way up. The irritation in her voice gave way to a hint of sheer incredulity.
"And how could I not?!" Hongjoong exploded, gesturing with her hands in the air, completely red from head to toe and entirely forgetting, for a second, that she was also completely clothesless in the middle of the room. "Look at you! Look at the size of those shoulders! Those clothes!"
The blonde looked down at her own clothes thrown on the floor, evaluated her own body, and then looked back at Hongjoong. Gradually, the realization began to sink in for her too. The indignant pout on her lips softened, and a scoffing, disbelieving laugh escaped from between her perfect teeth.
"Damn... I thought you were beautiful and I really wanted to hook up, and now I find out you thought I was a guy! Two to zero for heterosexuality," she vented, looking genuinely bummed out, almost sad about the bucket of cold water.
A quick spark crossed Hongjoong's brain. A terrible idea, or maybe the best one of her life.
"Hey, wait a minute..." Hongjoong took a step forward, completely forgetting her own nudity and the shame she should be feeling. She reached out her hand, hesitating for a microsecond before gently touching the defined, golden shoulder of the blonde. The blonde raised her dark eyes, still with the upset pout on her perfectly painted lips, staring at her with total suspicion. "I'm being serious... I spent weeks drooling over you in the hallways," Hongjoong confessed, her cheeks burning at a feverish level, but her eyes steady on hers. Her hands slid from the shoulder to the blonde's crossed arms, gently pulling them down, exposing those perfect, tanned curves once again. "Yes, I thought you were a guy. My brain is slow, okay? But now I'm looking at you... and fuck it. Let's have sex."
The blonde stared at her in silence for a moment, her chest rising and falling, the lust returning to her eyes with full force.
"Seonghwa."
"What?"
"My name is Seonghwa."
"Okay... I'm Hongjoong."
And, as if those were the magic words that unlocked both of their sanities, Seonghwa lunged at the shorter girl. Her lips crashed against Hongjoong's in an aggressive, implacable, and possessive way.
The impact of Seonghwa's lips almost made Hongjoong take a step back and lose her balance, but the blonde's hand was already firmly dug into the base of her nape, trapping her in that ravenous and desperate contact. The kiss was urgent, wet. Seonghwa's tongue invaded her mouth deeply, dictating a dominating rhythm that made Hongjoong let out a sharp, muffled moan against the other's lips.
The tongue was thick, heavy, and worked together with her full lips in a way that felt like paradise coming to meet her. Her body was incredibly firm, athletic, and crushed against Hongjoong's with an overwhelming force that left her breathless.
Hongjoong scratched Seonghwa's bare back, marveled by the texture of that warm, firm, and slightly sweaty skin. Her own legs gave out completely when Seonghwa moved the kiss down her jawline, biting hard into the curve of her neck, leaving behind a purplish mark that would surely last for days.
"Hold onto me," Seonghwa commanded against her skin, her voice coming out in a deep, hoarse whisper that vibrated right into Hongjoong's chest.
Before Hongjoong could process the command, Seonghwa grabbed her thighs with both hands and lifted her off the floor with impressive ease, demonstrating all the strength in those arms that Hongjoong admired so much.
Hongjoong immediately wrapped her legs around the blonde's sculpted waist, her back pressing hard against the rigid wood of the door — the impact was a painful and exciting mix. The direct, barrier-free friction of her naked vagina against the skin of Seonghwa's hip made Hongjoong's body arch instantly, a shock of pure electricity running down her spine and tearing a sibilant gasp from her.
From there, without breaking contact, Seonghwa carried her toward the bedroom's double bed. The impact against the soft mattress was the trigger for chaos. Without giving Hongjoong time to breathe or get her bearings, Seonghwa positioned herself between her open legs, her dark eyes shining, fixed on hers.
One of Seonghwa's long, firm, and calloused hands descended down Hongjoong's belly, spreading the shiny sweat over the delicate skin, until it reached the wet, needy, and completely drenched warmth between the shorter girl's legs.
When Seonghwa's long fingers pressed there, testing the opening with a provocative and cruel slowness, Hongjoong threw her head back, her fingers burying themselves desperately into the disheveled sheets.
The soft fingers threatened to enter, grazing the entrance, but Seonghwa never actually performed the action of penetrating her. Hongjoong seemed like a living puddle of desire, thrusting her hips upward against Seonghwa's hand, utterly desperate for relief. The blonde stared at her, smiling with derision and pleasure, leaning her torso forward to latch onto her breasts.
Seonghwa's mouth enveloped one of her nipples with force, her hot tongue making aggressive circles while her teeth nibbled the ultra-sensitive skin there. Hongjoong let out a sharp groan, almost a cry, arching her entire back off the mattress. She didn't know what to do; she was stretched out on the bed just accepting being used and molded by the other's hands and mouth. She would never object to being treated like a pillow princess — the pleasure was too intense —, but something inside her proud core screamed: make her cry with pleasure too.
That shred of pride and the absurd need to also see the untouchable blonde lose her composure spoke louder in the midst of the fog of horniness.
Taking advantage of the fact that Seonghwa was totally distracted and focused on biting and sucking her breast, Hongjoong used the rest of her physical strength to act. With a swift and strategic movement, she let go of the sheets and moved her hands up to Seonghwa's defined shoulders, applying all her strength to push her back.
Seonghwa released Hongjoong's nipple with a wet and audible pop, her dark eyes widening in pure surprise as her body was forced to give in. She clearly didn't expect that reaction. In the blink of an eye, Hongjoong used the momentum of her own hips to invert the positions with agility, throwing her legs over Seonghwa's and pinning the blonde on her back against the mattress.
Now it was Hongjoong who was on top, her hair completely messed up, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing ragged, looking down with fake dominance.
Seonghwa lay there, her blonde hair spread like an aura across the pillow and a cynical, pretentious, and deliciously defiant smirk budding on her sculpted lips. Her hand, which had previously been provoking Hongjoong's intimacy, rose slowly, deliberately smearing the intimate wetness onto her own tanned coxa, not seeming the least bit intimidated by the turn of events. She wanted to see how far the other would go.
Hongjoong leaned her body forward, propping her knees on either side of Seonghwa's hips, feeling the near-feverish heat of her skin burn against her own. She swallowed hard, shyness knocking on the door as she realized what she intended to do.
"I want to do that thing... like riding you. You know... lesbians grinding?" Hongjoong said softly, her voice timid, her cheeks slowly turning even redder. She desperately wanted to please, despite being completely inexperienced with women.
Seonghwa's cynical smile vanished for a millisecond, replaced by a genuinely surprised and touched look. She blinked, staring at Hongjoong's absurdly flushed face above her, and then her entire harsh expression melted into something much softer, though still charged with a hot malice.
The raw vulnerability of the other girl had just dismantled any barrier of arrogance Seonghwa possessed. A low, hoarse, and incredibly sexy laugh escaped the blonde's lips, echoing through the stuffy room.
"You want to scissoring," Seonghwa corrected in a playful whisper, her voice drawn out. Her hands rose slowly until they rested firm and secure on the sides of Hongjoong's hips, guiding her position with patience. "And yes, girl... we can do exactly that."
Seonghwa opened her legs very wide and slightly arched her own pelvis upward, gluing their intimacies together all at once, with no fabrics in the way. The direct contact of the drenched, ultra-sensitive, and hot skin made Hongjoong let out a sibilant gasp, almost a suppressed cry. Her eyes closed tightly before the extreme wave of heat that shot straight up through her belly.
"No need to be shy now," Seonghwa encouraged with a gentle voice, her thumbs lightly pressing Hongjoong's hip bones, setting the initial, safe rhythm. "Just rub your body against mine, Hongjoong. In your own time. Let me help you with the rest."
Feeling the blonde's genuine support and encouragement, Hongjoong bit her lower lip until it almost bled. She rested one hand firmly on Seonghwa's chest and the other holding the blonde's thick thigh for stability. She thrust her hips forward, sliding her intimacy against the other's warm, soft, and wet texture. The wet, friction-filled sound of the rubbing filled the silence of the room, and Seonghwa's first ragged groan was short, subtle, but perfectly audible. It was the definitive confirmation that Hongjoong was on the right track.
"Harder!" the blonde growled through her teeth, arching her body but forcing herself to control her own hips, afraid of accelerating the process too much and making Hongjoong freak out or pull back.
Something powerful inside Hongjoong stirred with that command. Hearing that she was tearing that sound from Seonghwa — the untouchable, imposing, and hottest girl on campus —, instantly wiped away the rest of the shyness that still remained in her body. The predatory instinct returned with full force.
Hongjoong tightened her grip on Seonghwa's leg even more, pulling it slightly to open even more space between her thighs, and leaned the full weight of her own body down. She didn't back down. Instead, she brought her hips down with much more force, pressing and grinding her own intimacy against hers in a long, firm, continuous, and crushing motion.
This time, Seonghwa couldn't hold back a long, sôfrego moan. Her head sank into the pillow as her blonde hair scattered across the fabric. Her hands, which before only supported Hongjoong's hips, dug her nails hard into the smaller girl's skin, pulling her down in a clear sign for her not to stop for anything.
"Yes... fuck, just like that, Joong!" Seonghwa panted, her dark eyes half-closed in the dim light, burning with pure pleasure at seeing the determination and fire on the other girl's face.
Hongjoong felt her pussy throbbing, almost burning in an inhuman desperation. It was a sensation she had never, in all her sexual life with men, felt before.
It bordered on madness, because she urgently needed to come and knew she was a hair's breadth away from it, but her entire body forced her to keep grinding, surrendering herself entirely to that perfect friction. She accelerated the rubbing uncontrollably, losing any elegance or calm pace she thought she had, moving her hips with force, weight, and haste against Seonghwa's. The squelching, wet sound of their vaginas contacting was loud, almost completely drowning out the sound of the music coming from downstairs.
The mattress beneath them was already sticky and completely wet. It was too much. A visible, glistening puddle of fluids was forming around their hips.
Hongjoong threw her head back, her chest rising and falling in spasms, her eyes fixed on the dark ceiling as every nerve ending in her body seemed to concentrate on a single, crucial point of friction.
Seonghwa noticed the imminence of the climax. Seeing Hongjoong's eyes begin to lose focus from the lack of air and the smaller girl's body tremble violently as she moaned and cried audibly with pure pleasure, the blonde abandoned any attempt to hold back or maintain her pose of control.
Seonghwa's hands quickly moved up from the hips to Hongjoong's buttocks, digging her fingers in there with brute force and thrusting her own pelvis upward with violence, their clitorises fighting for dominance, crushing against each other in the same frantic and desperate rhythm.
"Come on, Joong... come for me, fuck..." Seonghwa begged against her neck, her voice completely broken and ragged, her teeth grazing the other's sweaty skin.
It was the final push that was needed. The mutual internal tightening and the relentless friction made Hongjoong's world simply crash down in colors. A violent, involuntary spasm locked her hips down there, glued to Seonghwa's, and a massive, hot, and overwhelmingly intense shockwave exploded through her veins.
Hongjoong let out a sharp scream, her entire body arching in a rigid bow as she collapsed for good over Seonghwa's chest, the muscles of her intimacy contracting in strong, rhythmic, and delicious pulsations over the blonde's.
Seonghwa, however, was on the extreme edge, her own clitoris throbbing and nearly reaching the peak of pleasure, but needing more. In the midst of Hongjoong's spasms, the blonde took the smaller girl's hand and guided Hongjoong's fingers — which had previously been resting on the mattress — straight inside herself. She shoved her fingers hard into her own drenched canal, not caring about the slightly long nails dragging against the sensitive walls. She wanted to come at all costs, she needed that release.
Hongjoong, even exhausted and with her mind floating in the afterglow, acted like a good student and answered the silent, desperate request. Stiffening her fingers inside that tight, sucking, and absurdly drenched warmth, she began to move them in and out in the blind, frantic rhythm that Seonghwa's body dictated.
Damn, it was squirting!
There was no perfect technique there, no prior experience, but there was a brute, wet, and desperate force. The friction of their glued hips continued out of pure spasm, but now Hongjoong's fingers were causing a delicious havoc inside, pressing hard on the exact spot that Seonghwa's walls so desperately begged for and squeezed.
Seonghwa arched her entire back off the mattress, her dark eyes widening for a millisecond before rolling back completely. A sharp, completely ragged, loud moan, stripped of any elegance or tough-girl pose, tore from the blonde's throat. Her internal walls crushed Hongjoong's fingers in violent, repeated, and painfully pleasurable spasms, while Seonghwa's pelvis rose in one final desperate, high jolt against the smaller girl's hips, before collapsing completely, softening against the mattress.
The room finally went quiet, leaving only the heavy, wheezing, and echoing sound of both their completely spent breaths. Sweat glued their skin together like a second layer, and Seonghwa's heart was beating so fast and hard against Hongjoong's cheek, as she lay on her chest, that it felt like it would break her ribs.
Slowly, recovering a shred of motor coordination, Seonghwa relaxed her arms around Hongjoong's back, letting one of her long hands rest on the smaller girl's messy brown strands. The long fingers began to stroke there in a thread of spontaneous and tender affection.
Hongjoong let out a muffled, tired, and genuine laugh against the tanned skin of her neck, feeling her own muscles soft as jelly, but with her ego inflated to the moon.
The night hadn't turned out at all, absolutely nothing like what she had planned in her pathetic (ex)heterosexual life. But as she felt the body of that absurdly goddess-like and hot girl pulsing in total exhaustion beneath her own, she was absolutely sure that the cruel fate had, in reality, been infinitely better.