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THE EXPERIENCE PROJECT | EP. 1 — BE MY FIRST
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“One last rule. No falling in love,” you say.
He scoffs. “As if I’d ever fall in love with you.” You know that Minho doesn’t really like you but there’s no need to word it like this. Especially, when it’s all a lie and you just don’t know it yet.
[ abstract ]: Hyunjin—your long time crush—finally wants to ask you out. One small issue: you’re absolutely inexperienced regarding that matter. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. Gladly, Minho—your long time enemy who is part of your friend group—is there to help, teaching you all you need to know. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. All while he dearly hopes you won’t find out about the crush he has had on you for years.
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, [ hyunjin + fem reader ], enemies → lovers, college au, smut + angst + fluff, experienced minho, virgin reader, sunshine x grumpy, he falls first but she falls harder, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scene [ softdom minho, corruption kink, dry humping, minho calls reader ‘princess’ and ‘good girl’ ]
[ words ]: 6.5K
[ note ]: here is the first chapter! I am so nervous omggg I dearly hope you will like it. If you enjoyed this very first chapter I’d appreciate it a lot if you shared your thoughts with me by commenting, reblogging or sending an ask. 🌸
“Y/N? I asked if you are with us.”
Your gaze shoots up to your freckled friend. His big eyes look at you, desperately awaiting an answer. It seems as if you zoned out yet again which isn’t that surprising considering what is shining bright on your phone screen at the moment. How are you supposed to focus on the conversation happening in front of you when your crush texted you?
“Sorry, what?”
He sighs and Jisung next to him lets out a warmhearted chuckle. Once again your head is anywhere except for a part of the current topic. It’s been like this for some time. But staring at the notification on your phone a second time lets you dive deep into the mess you call your heart. He texted you. Not the group chat. Neither Felix nor Jisung—at least not that you know of. He decided to message you first. This has to mean something, right? You still haven’t opened said chat, way too much hyperventilating inside to even unlock your device right now.
“God, Y/N, what is going on with you today?” Jisung asks with a scoff, taking a glimpse at your phone but he can’t see the notification from this angle. Luckily. You have no idea how your two friends would react. You know for a fact that Jisung isn’t quite the biggest fan of the man who just reached out to you right now—a feud that has been going on way before you fell in love with him. Sometimes you think it’s a little childish how they act around one another but then you realise that Minho—the fifth in your group—and you are no different. Fortunately the oldest isn’t here right now, this would just make the whole situation even more embarrassing.
“You’re gonna laugh at me.”
Should you tell them? They will find out sooner or later anyway. Perhaps, Felix could at least give you some advice—what to reply, how to approach this situation in general—if just Jisung wasn’t here, ready to give his two cents to any discussion he isn’t even a part of. Felix tilts his head a little, before his hand reaches out for you. Palm laying flat against your shoulder, his thumb starts caressing you, while your friend gives you a reassuring smile. It helps you calm down a little.
“There is nothing that you should be embarrassed about. We have Jisung here, I bet he can tell you at least three things he’s done that are more embarrassing,” he says with a grin. And earns a nudge in his side from your other friend.
“So, you’re not gonna laugh at me?” you want to make sure just another time. They both shake their heads in unison, as Felix keeps grazing over your shoulder with his hand, squeezing your arm a little.
“He… he texted me,” you confess. The reactions from your friends couldn’t be any different—whereas Felix is carrying the brightest smile on his face, Jisung has one eyebrow raised, emphasizing how suspicious he feels about anything your crush does. After all, he was the one who helped you most through your heartbreak half a year ago, when said guy decided to confess his feelings to you just one day before leaving the country to go on an exchange year in France.
“What did he say?” Felix asks. Of course, your friends instantly know who you are talking about. After all, topics surrounding your crush haven’t left your lips even six months after he left. And now he is back. You still can’t believe it although you know he was gonna be here again soon. Maybe, subconsciously, you were just praying for more time to figure out how to act around him.
“Here… this is his message,” you say, giving your friends your phone. They grab it and you instantly turn away. Felix’s eyes widen and those of Jisung start rolling, meeting his brain. When you reach for your device again, you read the message for the first time.
[ Hyunjin ]: Hey, Y/N. I will land in Seoul next Friday. I’d love to go to a café with you once I am back. Tell me if you are free. I have missed you a lot. ❤️
He asked for you. Specifically. From what you can tell he hasn’t texted your other friends yet. No message to Felix, Jisung and—well, sure, you don’t know if Hyunjin has reached out to Minho which would be possible, considering how close these two are but you want to believe you are something special to the man you have been crushing on for years. It’s picture perfect, straight out of a cheesy romance movie. The two of you met during your first semester of college three years ago, quickly becoming part of the same friend group. He’s—besides Felix—the person you are closest with which allows you to have a stable base for whatever is to follow.
But then he moved away twelve hours after confessing to you. Timing much, right?
“Oh no, don’t go down that road again, Y/N,” Jisung immediately says, his eyebrows scrunched, the palms of his hands glued together as if he is pleading for you to follow his advice.
“You’re still a Hyunjin hater?” Jisung hastily nods, crossing his arms in front of his chest now. You weren’t aware that this would affect him so much. “Yes, who the hell confesses their undying love to their close friend just the day right before they go on a flight to Paris for an exchange semester? Ah right, Hwang Hyunjin!”
“It was not as dramatic as you make it seem,” you scoff, shaking your head and rolling your eyes in annoyance although you know that Jisung might just be describing reality.
“It in fact was. I had to bring so many buckets of ice cream to your dorm that the cashier asked me if I resell them, am involved in dropshipping or use them for money laundering—however that works together,” your friend is basically yelling at this point, almost hyperventilating about how you could say such things. He can’t believe all this talking half a year ago was for nothing if you take Hyunjin back at the first chance given. You pushed those memories aside. But the scenes become crystal clear again—how Jisung visited your apartment, trying out flavour after flavour of every ice cream. At the end of those two weeks of full heartbreak you thought you were gonna become lactose intolerant.
“Yes. But he is here now, you know? We don’t have that distance anymore and I am ready for… whatever the future holds,” you admit with a small smile that feels almost forced. This is what you have wanted for years. You have wanted to be the girl on Hyunjin’s side since you met him. Why give up now when you can basically taste what you’ve been hoping for?
The door to the apartment you share with Felix swings open, revealing a certain someone who owns the only spare key. You’ve always wanted Jisung to be the owner of that precious object but your roommate soon convinced you that this probably wouldn’t be the smartest idea. So, you decided—against your preference—to hand it to Minho instead. He is now standing inside the living room, after taking off his shoes and storing away his jacket. Two paper bags in his hands, he approaches the group and plops down on the empty space on the big couch.
“Sorry, I’m late. Dance practice was extraordinarily annoying today,” Minho greets you while opening the stuff he brought, revealing takeout inside of it. This guy seriously believes he can apologise for anything with food. It doesn’t help that he either manages to cook five-star worthy meals or buys meals from your favourite restaurants just like he’s done this time.
“Nooo, Min, what happened?” Jisung’s attention is immediately turned to the oldest member of the friend group—and partly to the hamburgers and chilli cheese fries in front of him. Felix gets up for a second, grabbing four glasses and one big bottle of coke.
Your gaze switches towards the newest member of tonight’s ensemble.
Lee Minho.
A walking mystery and the one person of your close circle that you have never really gotten along with. You’re just too different. Almost as if you are caught in some romance book, your trope could be described as sunshine and grumpy asshole. He makes fun of you on a daily basis whenever you share something you are excited about.
“Where were we with the Hyunjin issue?”
Jisung manages to drag you back to the present conversation. You try to blame your lack of attention on the immaculate food but this just brings you back to the actual problem—Minho. The way he is staring at you right now, a smirk decorating his beautiful face, makes you turn absolutely furious, on the verge of exploding when your emotions bubble up from your stomach to your head.
“Hyunjin issue?” Minho teases. You can see him click his tongue, as he reaches for more fries.
“Yeah he texted her and asked to go on a date and–“
“Will you cut it, Ji?” you tell him, nudging him into the side. You’d only have half as many problems if Jisung’s brain to mouth filter would for once properly work. Since you are too busy scolding your bratty friend, you don’t notice Minho’s reaction. The smirk is long gone, his expression turned into something that’s painted by annoyance and… jealousy. But you don’t see it. Luckily, for him.
“Don’t listen to him. Have you already replied to him?” Felix asks now, bringing your focus back to what actually counts. Right. Hwang Hyunjin. And the fact that he wants to continue your relationship where it left off. Whatever that means. You’ve never been a couple, that is for sure. Although you were so close if he didn’t decide to go to Paris for six months. You’ve never been one to stand between him and his dreams but you wished he decided to wait a little longer with his confession so the past half a year wouldn’t have been this heart wrenching. You shake your head no, desperately trying to avoid your best friend’s eyes.
“Do you not want to go on a date with him? Isn’t this what you have been waiting for for half a year now?” your roommate asks further and you can’t understand why he just doesn’t stop. Sure, Felix always wants to help you but sometimes he’s almost as bad at reading the room as Jisung is. They both know that Minho will use any small detail he gets about your private life to make fun of you at the first chance given.
“Y-Yeah, it is… it’s just—ugh, forget it,” you interrupt yourself. There is a very specific reason why you are a bit hesitant regarding the whole Hyunjin situation. But it’s something you definitely can’t confess right now. Not here. Not in front of your enemy. It sounds so dramatic but you definitely wouldn’t consider Minho your friend either. You’re just too different.
“What’s the issue then, Y/N? Why are you having second guesses?”
“Because Hyunjin is a piece of–“
“Cut it out now, will you?” Felix hisses at Jisung. Your roommate looks at you with a silent expression that tells you this is a safe space despite Minho being here. Sometimes your best friend and you communicate on a level like this, it’s truly amazing. So, should you just tell them? It’s not a secret anyway. Minho can’t use anything against you that everybody knows already.
“I’m… inexperienced,” you mumble so quietly that none of them have caught whatever you said. But then again on a second thought, you feel comfortable enough to share your secrets with Felix and even Jisung—as long as he promises to not tease you—but Minho? You’re not entirely sure about that yet.
“Y/N, were you yourself even able to understand what you said? We couldn’t hear you,” Jisung says.
You roll your eyes. It’s gonna be okay, you know that. They won’t judge you for anything. After all, you’ve never thought badly of them because of any story about their love lives they shared. Except for Minho because he never shares anything when it comes to this topic. You know that he just left a long term relationship some weeks ago but that’s all. He had rarely ever shared any details about his now ex girlfriend.
The rambling thoughts keep sprinting through your head as if they are trying to win some marathon. You’ve got this. It’s okay. No one is gonna judge you, right?
“I’m… I’m inexperienced, okay?”
A huge weight drops off your shoulders once the words leave your mouth and fill the room. Immediately, your friend’s faces soften—emphasis on friends since Minho’s expression stays as neutral as ever—which helps you calm down a little.
“In dating? Most of us are, I blame this on our generation who can’t get into serious relationships anymore. If I hear the word situationship another time I’m gonna lose my mind,” Felix complains. Your best friend has had a crush on his gym coach for some time now but he is way too shy to ask Changbin out. So, you’re not surprised your roommate relates to your problems.
But that’s not even the main point here. Sure, you’re all somewhat messed up when it comes to commitment issues but if it was only about dating you wouldn’t make such a scene right now. It’s more than that. What terrifies you most is the fact that you’ve never gotten beyond kissing with anyone. It always feels as if everyone your age has made their fair share of sexual experiences and you are still at the same level you have been for years. Sure, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin when you’re already in your early twenties but the insecurities have been eating you alive, making you compare yourself with everyone else.
Especially Hyunjin. What if you’re not… good enough for him? Yes, rationally speaking you know that’s bullshit because, one, your crush isn’t like that and, second, you wouldn’t date someone who doesn’t respect you. However, sometimes you can’t quite control those stupid thoughts and emotions inside of you.
“It’s not just… dating and serious stuff, you know. Also… regarding… you know what.”
Minho scoffs and rolls his eyes, “God, Y/N, you can’t even say the word sex. But what do we expect from a virgin?”
Okay. You take that back. Maybe you shouldn’t have opened up this topic while he is here.
“Minho, shut up. Just because she isn’t comfortable openly talking about such an intimate topic doesn’t automatically mean that she’s a virgin. Right, Y/N?” Fortunately, you can always count of Felix to defend you when others talk shit about you. Unfortunately, this time said shit also equals the truth. “Right?”
And your lack of response tells enough for the three men to grasp why you are so insecure about this all.
“Oh, you… you actually are a virgin,” Felix mutters. You let out a huff, before you take another sip from your drink. “Yes, okay? I am a virgin. I’ve never gotten beyond kissing someone.”
“Hyunjin?” your roommate adds further.
“Y-Yeah. He was my first kiss during some truth or dare game during our first semester. The night before he left he kissed me again,” you explain. Thinking back at how nice his plump lips felt pressed against your own makes your knees give out and you are glad that you’re already seated.
“But, why?” Jisung earns another nudge to his side from Felix. “Ouch, Lix, calm down.” He brings his gaze back to you. “I was just wondering because I didn’t expect it. Is there a reason if it’s okay I’m asking?”
The fact that Jisung is actually considerate this time gives you a bit of comfort. “I was waiting for the right person… but I realised that I don’t want this anymore. This is what past-Y/N was hoping for.”
“That person being Hyunjin?” Felix asks, already knowing the answer. When you nod, he realises his assumptions are right. “But that’s romantic. This way you can experience all those first times together.”
“I don’t wanna break those pink glasses you are wearing but Hyunjin is basically the opposite of Y/N when it comes to this,” Minho explains.
“How do you know?”
“Dance practise.”
Your stomach does a turn. You’ve already known this, rumours exist for a reason. But hearing it from Minho—and him actually sounding honest—gives you the confirmation you weren’t hoping for.
“So, yeah, that’s the issue,” you continue or rather sum things up.
“Why is that an issue?” your roommate looks at you confused.
“I… I don’t wanna date him or whatever with zero experience. I’m gonna make a fool out of myself,” you confess.
“So, what? You’re gonna attend a course?” Jisung jokingly asks.
“No… well… I had an idea for some time, in case the situation of Hyunjin asking me out or whatever occurs, but I am now realising how dumb it is.”
“There is nothing dumb about any of your ideas. We have Jisung here, I bet he can tell you at least three ideas he’s had that are dumber,” Felix grins again, copying his words from earlier but Jisung doesn’t react anymore.
“It’s seriously stupid. I was considering asking someone to… practise with me. You know, h-how dating works and… other stuff.”
Jisung’s mouth falls agape, “Look at you. I love the idea!”
“Of course you would love such a stupid idea,” Felix mumbles. “Y/N, who would that even be?”
“I don’t know. Like I said, it’s a dumb idea,” you repeat. Your best friend scoots a little closer to you, pulling you into a lazy half-hug. “You know that you don’t have to have any experience to date Hyunjin, right? He will understand…”
“That’s… that’s not the only issue,” you say with a cough. Right. Because there is something else that has been harassing your mind or rather your… body.
“What else is it?”
Heat rushes to your face. You can’t speak this out loud. This goes beyond the scope of every secret you have shared tonight.
“I’ll be right back,” Minho says, getting up and walking towards the bathroom. You wonder if he has done it on purpose to give you some space and allow you to talk freely with your friends. He seems to have some manners after all.
“So, Y/N?” Felix asks again and you know it’s inevitable at this point. You take another deep breath before you start, “I… I feel like I’m missing out. I am just curious, you know?”
Jisung smiles, “So in other words, you are horny?”
“If you wanna call it that,” you mumble.
“You know, I can always help you with that issue,” Jisung adds and a wink follows. You’ve thought about it too, you can’t deny that part. After all, your friend basically has the words ‘down to fuck’ written on his face, caught in the same dilemma as you. However, you can’t view him sexually—to you, he’s one of your closest friends that manages to make you laugh no matter how serious a situation is. And another issue—as far as you know, he would make a better student than tutor in this.
“Ji, be honest, are you that much more experienced than me?”
He chuckles, “Alright, you’ve got me there.” He doesn’t deny it. Why would he? Besides that, it’s an open secret that he’s got a crush on a girl that he’s been talking to online for some time. They haven’t met each other but their shared interests in video games probably made them fall for one another and you won’t destroy that.
You are ashamed to admit it but for half a second the thought of asking Minho crossed your mind. Yes, disgusting. Well, not in a way that he’s unattractive. Unfortunately, your enemy is one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen—after all, you have eyes—but the way he keeps teasing you kind of destroys it. So, this situation seems to stay hopeless.
“No offence. It was a stupid idea to begin with,” you say, when reality finally hits you.
“It’s gonna be okay, Y/N. Hyunjin and you will take your time, everything at the pace you prefer and it’s gonna be amazing anyway,” Felix reassures you, right before the bathroom door swings open and Minho comes back.
Your blanket comforts you when you go to bed a few hours later. Rapid poundings of your heart are still echoing in your chest but you have learnt best to ignore it. Sometimes you hate to be like this—over emotional, overreacting, overthinking—when you’d actually rather be over all this. However, then again you have waited for this exact situation for six months now ever since Hyunjin left for Paris after he told you he’s thought about the two of you being more than just friends.
It’s gonna be okay, you try to remind yourself. This time things will work out for you two. He’s gonna take you on a date, first to a café and the second one hopefully ice skating—something you’ve always wanted to do with him. One day, you will introduce him as your boyfriend to your family—they only know him as your friend so far—and he will join you on a camping trip, one of your favourite traditions.
But until then—you are still thinking about the issue that you have created inside your head all by yourself. Fuck this. Deep down you know you don’t feel pressured, Hyunjin is the most understanding person out there, otherwise you wouldn’t have such strong romantic feelings for him. But then again—if someone was gonna offer you any help you wouldn’t be opposed to it.
You truly believe some spiritual awakening hits you then, when your phone receives a notification.
[ Minho ]: I didn’t wanna spy on you but I was barely outside the room when you said it.
Suddenly, your heart quickens its pace, threatening to burst out of your chest. You already have a bad feeling in your stomach, suspecting Minho to know more about your little issue than you thought.
[ You ]: said what?
The three little dots appear, before you get another message and your breath gets stuck in your throat.
[ Minho ]: that you need to get laid ;)
The audacity this man has is insane. He can’t be for real. And you seriously can’t understand why his words create a funny feeling that shoots right down to your crotch. Get it together, Y/N.
[ You ]: if you are just here to make fun of me leave me the fuck alone
Oh, if you could just see his face right now. This is way too entertaining for a Sunday night like this one.
[ Minho ]: Easy, Y/N. I am actually here to make an offer.
No. No. He can’t be serious. This is a dream, isn’t it?
[ You ]: what do you mean?
You pretend to not know what he’s hinting at but when he texts again, your suspicions turn out to be the truth.
[ Minho ]: You want experience, right? In the romantic dating life but also want to feel good and learn how to make Hyunjin feel good, don’t you?
[ You ]: minho where is this leading to…
Time suddenly stands still when you are (im)patiently waiting for his next reply.
[ Minho ]: Let’s turn this into a little study project. I will be your tutor, if you wanna call it that. We will go on dates and I’ll help you with your other issue too ;)
Fuck. You suddenly feel dizzy and all warm, a sensation spreading right between your thighs which makes you feel even more pathetic. If you think about it, the idea sounds great. Since Minho and you can’t really stand each other, keeping everything physical without developing any feelings or further drama seems easy.
But what if he’s just joking? What if Minho is just proposing that to make fun of you? Better safe than sorry is what you think, so you pretend to not be absolutely down to have his hands all over your body.
[ You ]: i’m not sure
[ Minho ]: That’s okay. It’s really just an offer and you don’t have to say yes to it. But if you do please know you won’t regret this, princess.
Oh, God. This gets more exciting with each new message he sends.
[ You ]: i will think about it
Deep down you’ve already made a decision and when you open your period tracker on your phone, you blame it on the time of the month and your ovaries. But you actually know that there’s more to it. It’s nothing new that you’ve thought about Minho in a light like this. However, romantically speaking you only have eyes for Hyunjin. If you agree to this it will be for scientific purposes only.
One last time, your phone receives a message.
[ Minho ]: Sweet dreams, Y/N 🖤
Of course, Mr Grumpy sends a black heart.
[ You ]: goodnight minho
Dressed in a white summer dress with a lemon pattern stitched onto the fabric, you make your way to Minho’s apartment the next evening. Since he lives alone, you agreed to meet at his place. Yes. You also agreed to his little offer, as it seems. You’ve thought about it for a solid five minutes but realised that nothing really speaks against it.
After ringing the doorbell, you are let inside, taking off your shoes at the entrance while Minho helps you out of your light jacket—playing all gentleman.
“I made food,” he announces as if you two are a couple. Minho guides you to the kitchen inside his studio apartment. The scents lingering in the air make it into your nostrils, your stomach close to letting out a growling sound. “You… you made food?”
“Why are you asking me this as if you suspect me to poison you?”
Well, you wouldn't be surprised. The amount of kindness—if you can call it that—which Minho has brought to you in the last twenty four hours is more than he’s ever granted you in all three years you’ve known each other combined. He places some of the food— fresh pasta—on two plates and tells you to take a seat at his dining table. You do so and once the meal is served, the both of you start eating.
“N-No, I just didn’t expect it. Why would you make food for me? This is so kind, though,” you thank him, absolutely blown away by the great taste of such a simple dish.
“First of all, I was hungry, too, so I didn’t just make it for you.” Minho places a few more noodles on his plate. “Second of all, don’t praise me for not making you starve while you’re at my place.”
The conversation dies down there because deep inside you know he is right. Still, it’s nice that he took the time to make food for you. This is definitely one of the easiest way to win your heart–
Wait, what?
You push those thoughts aside, focusing on the present situation and soon you finish your meal. You want to compliment Minho for his cooking skills but his ego is already on a way too high level so you are not risking anything. When you offer to clean up, Minho tells you to sit down on his sofa instead while he needs only a couple of minutes to take care of the mess.
“So, about the deal, Y/N,” he starts, plopping down next to you. There’s a lot of space between you which makes it hilarious thinking about the fact that Minho suggested that he would help you with your little inexperience and dating issues.
“Right… your offer.”
You still can’t believe it. If you’re honest you are waiting for him to show you wherever he’s hidden his camera before he shouts ‘it’s just a prank’ and starts laughing about you. But this scene that’s been playing inside your head never turns into reality. For a fact, Minho seems quite serious. “What do you have in mind?”
He wasn’t joking. You’re not questioning it for now although your brain already starts rambling about why he would even do that. But you can use this to your advantage. Only a week left until Hyunjin will be here and perhaps go on a date with you just like it sounded when your longtime crush texted you. “Maybe you could show me some… tricks and stuff,” you say.
Minho scoffs. He takes a sip from his water and rolls his eyes, “Tricks? Do I look like a magician to you?” You hold back a laugh. This was actually funny. Unfortunately. But faster than you’re able to reply, Minho continues, “Listen, what I thought is—how about we take this step by step and this way you’ll become a little more confident for dating Hyunjin.”
If you wanna do this the right way without much drama—which is inevitable with Minho and you—there needs to be somet time of strategy. A plan. Rules, if you will.
“We should make a contract,” you blurt out. He looks at you a little dumbfounded, desperately trying to hold back a laugh. You’re so adorable, it’s almost annoying. Why on earth did Minho’s heart decide to fall for you out of all people? It’s not just that you clearly don’t like him back, no, you are in love with one of his closest friends.
“A contract?”
You giggle awkwardly, tilting your head. Scratching the top of your head, your lower lip gets caught between your teeth. That’s how people do it in all those romance books and movies that feature the infamous fake dating and enemies to lovers tropes too, right? You then realise that these stories are always bound to end in breaking said contracts but you once again ignore those thoughts that are popping up in your head. “Yes. Just so that we know we are always on the same page and no boundaries are getting crossed,” you explain, trying to drag yourself out of the mess you’ve just created.
“Fine. What rules do you want?”
Oh. Okay. So, he is actually up to it. Great. You get up and reach inside your backpack, grabbing your iPad. Minho looks at you confused but doesn’t question it. You join him on the sofa again, open your favourite app for taking notes and start scribbling down.
‘THE EXPERIENCE PROJECT. A CONTRACT BETWEEN MINHO AND Y/N.’
“The experience project?”
“Too weird? You were the one who called himself a tutor,” you add, now wondering if he just said that as a joke. You should stop taking whatever people tell you literally.
“It’s fine. Whatever you want, princess,” Minho says with a wink. You gulp, focusing back on the screen in front of you.
“Rule number one—we’re gonna do this at my pace,” you say.
His eyes are widening, “Yes, obviously. That’s what I implied with step by step. Whenever you wanna slow down or even end this deal, you can just tell me, okay?” Minho feels a little sick in his stomach that you even have to emphasise that. This isn’t even up for debate.
You nod, “Alright. Second rule—we will not tell anyone about it. Neither Jisung nor Felix.”
“And obviously not Hyunjin,” he adds. His jaw clenches but you don’t notice.
“Yes, obviously. Also, let’s agree that you are only going to be… intimate with me.” You cringe at your own words. “Let’s make this experience project exclusive… monogamous.” Why are you even suggesting that?
He scoffs—once again—his arms now crossed in front of his chest and you wonder what Minho looks like without a shirt on.
Wait, what?
“You’re telling me I can’t meet and fuck others during our agreement?”
“Y-Yeah… What about—STDs and all?”
“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” he states.
“Oh, alright. Well, do whatever you want,” you backpedal.
“I sure will, princess.”
A confusing sensation spreads through your stomach. On one hand, you’re getting a little jealous although you know you’re not in a position to feel this way. But on top of that, the stupid little name he uses for you makes you feel a bit dizzy although it shouldn’t.
Oh, Y/N. You’re in for a ride. Literally.
“Fourth rule,” Minho starts, “once Hyunjin and you start getting closer physically, this contract ends.”
Fair point. Everything else would be cheating.
“One last rule. No falling in love,” you say.
He scoffs. “Whatever helps you sleep at night. As if I’d ever fall in love with you.” Ouch. You know that Minho doesn’t really like you but there’s no need to word it like this. Especially, when it’s all a lie and you just don’t know it yet.
“Alright. That’s it then. I need you to sign this.” You give Minho your iPad and despite him rolling his eyes like he always does he writes down his autograph at the end of the contract. When he hands you the device back, you add your own and take a last look at the digital paper.
“So… Can we start today?” After all, Hyunjin will be here in a week and start dating you. There’s no time to lose. At least that’s what you blame your excitement on and not the fact that talking and thinking about all this with Minho made you a bit… thrilled. God, the way he sits there looking over at you—manspreading and a smirk on his face—shouldn’t get you on this level of aroused but here you are.
“You’ve kissed someone before, haven’t you?”
“Yeah… Like I said, with Hyunjin,” you admit.
Minho’s mimic shifts but you can’t quite tell what this means. “Hmm, okay. Shall we just start with this, too?”
“It feels so staged,” you say, an awkward chuckle spilling from your mouth.
“Isn’t this exactly what it is, Y/N? Staged?”
“Yes… But what about the surprises, the tension, the–“
Suddenly you’re pressed against the back of the couch and Minho’s lips are just an inch away from yours.
Wait, what?
“If you wanna keep going, make the first move, Y/N.”
And that’s exactly what you do. It feels as if the world stops when your lips crash into his. They feel so soft against your own, your brain shutting off because of his gentle touch. This is amazing. Unlike anything else. Not that you have a lot of experience—otherwise, you wouldn’t be here right now, would you? You feel embarrassed about the fact that you have to hold back a small whimper, when Minhos hand finds your jaw, as he pulls you closer and takes the lead. His tongue grazes over your mouth, asking for entrance. You allow him to slip it inside, now entangled with your own. This is fine. You’re fine. Absolutely fine. If you ignore the fact that you’re feeling dizzy and absolutely caught in trance. God. This makes disliking Minho a lot harder, actually.
Suddenly, he pulls away from you. He earns a small whine that you were pathetically trying to muffle but failed.
“You wanna sit on my lap?”
Your heart stops. But you nod. This is for science, right? He said it himself, he’s tutoring you. Minho doesn’t need to know that these little kisses are already enough to drive you crazy.
“Words, Y/N,” he adds. “Whenever we do something that’s new for you, I want you to consent with words very clearly, yeah?”
You’ve never sat on someone else’s lap before so this is in fact new for you. You wonder if Minho can tell, if the fact that you are so invested in a little bit of making out shows how truly inexperienced you are. But you try to focus on something else again. Right. The man in front of you. Your enemy. Minho. Who asked you to sit on his lap.
“Okay… I want that,” you reassure him.
“Good girl.”
You’re sure you’re about to faint but Minho grabs you by the waist—which doesn’t make this any easier—and hovers you on top of him. Now straddling his muscular thighs—not the first time you’re noticing them—he attaches his lips to yours once more. You continue where you left off and this time you’re the one whose tongue is fighting for dominance. His palms are still glued to your hips, adjusting your position.
And then he starts helping you find a rhythm. You haven’t fully realised but you are moving, no, grinding over one of his upper legs. And the friction it causes, when your crotch rubs over his thigh, makes you forget about all your surroundings. You’re breathing heavily, almost panting, by now, while Minho helps you find a good pace. Your panties are sticking to your pussy, more arousal dripping into the fabric with each move you make. At this point, you are afraid you might leave a wet patch on his pants but you don’t know yet that he has a thing for that. Well, Minho finds anything absolutely breathtaking and arousing that you do.
The sensation that’s created by your bodies moving against one another starts spreading through your system, taking you to another level. “Yeah, princess. Just like that. Keep riding me.” You do in fact feel like a princess. That’s how he makes you feel. A princess sitting on her throne—Minho’s lap. “Hm, you like that, yeah? Feels good?”
All you’re able to let out is a shameless moan, when the build up inside your lower stomach rises, a knot tightening and threatening to snap. Minho feels you getting closer, he can tell by the face you make, by the way your movements become sloppy.
“Come for me. I’ve got you.”
That’s all you need to hear to follow suit. You obey his words, your pussy walls clenching around nothing, as your legs start shaking. Minho guides you through your climax, whispering reassuring words and praises in your ear, calling you ‘his good girl’. You’ve never expected him to be so soft in a situation like this. If you’re honest, you’ve thought Minho would be more of the degrading type. He definitely has a darker side too, but of course with the agreement the two of you have, he obviously decided to be gentle with you first. He needs you to trust him completely, if you want to keep doing this.
When you come down from your high, it hits you then. You can’t believe you just came all over Minho’s thigh. Well, with your clothes on. Which makes this somehow even filthier. You've never reached your orgasm this extraordinarily fast. This was insane. In the best way possible.
When you fully open your eyes again, they meet Minho’s gaze and you notice that mischievous smile on his face again. The way he looks at you, lets your heart skip a beat. Butterflies start roaming around in your stomach, as your breath gets stuck in your throat. If things between the two of you keep going like this, it will be hard to end this agreement at some point.
Wait, what?
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