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When Mingi invited Yunho to practice, she didn’t expect her to actually come. She was practicing blocking with a teammate when one of her opponent’s balls whipped past her defenses and slammed into the bleachers, as spike sets are wont to do.
“Nice one, Ryu!” Mingi called across the net before turning to jog over and retrieve the ball, expecting to see it idling at the foot of the bleachers, maybe a few rows into the stands with the force of that hit. What she certainly didn’t expect to find when she turned around was Yunho, sitting primly, cross-legged with the ball balanced in one long-fingered hand. She wore knee high socks, Mary Jane’s and a short plaid skirt with a turtleneck and a beret. Mingi swallowed, suddenly very aware of the skin-tight, ass-gripping spandex and loose tank top she wore over nothing but a sports bra and knee pads. Did Yunho like it? Mingi, personally, thought she looked hot as fuck in spandex that barely covered her ass, but — again — leo .
Mingi smiled and jogged over to where Yunho sat in the second row. “Yuyu, you came!”
Yunho’s lips, coated in a cool red glossy tint, quirked up in a smile. “I sure did.” She raised an eyebrow. “Hi, Princess. I think you missed this?” She spun the ball on one finger, just to show off. “To be fair, it’s technically your point. It was way out of bounds.”
Mingi took a sip from her water bottle that she had left in the second row — Yunho must have identified her things among the many sports bags littered through the bleachers. She felt herself blush a little. Not one to be beat in a game of seduction — again , leo — she leaned down farther than was really necessary to put her water bottle back in her tote bag, giving Yunho a nice view of her tits spilling out of the top of her sports bra, if she so desired to look.
She waved to Ryujin to let her know she was taking a break as she righted herself and sat next to Yunho, who followed her movement, eyes super-glued somewhere around the Nike symbol peeking through her tank top. She was so obvious, it was adorable.
Mingi leaned backwards with her elbows on the seats behind them. “You play?”
Yunho shrugged, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as she smiled shyly. “I played varsity in high school, but varsity volleyball and pre-professional ballet on top of school was too much, so, I chose ballet.”
Mingi bit her lip around a smile. “You’ll have to show me after practice. Promise?”
Yunho gave Mingi a brilliant smile and held up one of her pretty pinkies. “Promise.”
Mingi curled her own pinky around Yunho’s, sealing with a heart before taking the ball back to Ryujin.
Mingi was hyper aware of Yunho’s presence for the remainder of practice, even while they played a scrimmage.
Which of course meant she showed off a little extra. Partially actually playing more seriously than she would in most practices, partially squatting with her hands on her knees to “stretch” her hamstrings an utterly ridiculous amount, especially when she rotated to libero; diving with extra flair simply to fuck with the other girl. Sometimes, she would turn around during a slow moment to see Yunho’s eyes watching her, darting up from her ass to meet her eyes and immediately flushing.
It was the most fun Mingi thought she’d ever had in a volleyball practice, and she’d by lying if she said it didn’t make her a little wet. She wondered if it was visible through her spandex, which only made her hornier to think Yunho might be able to see it with her attentive eyes following her — or rather, her ass — around the court.
Once practice had concluded and people started packing up, Mingi returned to Yunho’s side, aware she was probably unpleasantly, but hopefully sexily, sweaty. She tugged out her claw clip to at least fix her hair, letting the blunt framing ends hang free around her jaw.
“So, how was I?” Mingi prompted as she cracked open a deep blue Gatorade.
Yunho hummed thoughtfully. “You’re a middle blocker, right?”
Mingi nodded. “You could tell?”
“You play it best. You’re a good libero, but your dives are way too reckless. I thought you were gonna break your jaw once or twice. Other than that, you’re pretty good all around, although…” Yunho smiled, something self-satisfied and cocky. “I’m a way better outside hitter.”
Mingi chortled. “Yeah? I bet. In those shoes?”
“Mingi, I dance in pointe shoes for hours at a time. This is child’s play. Yes, I can play volleyball in these.” Yunho gave Mingi a challenging look. “I did promise I would, anyways.”
Mingi hummed, up for the challenge. “Touché.”
Yunho uncrossed her legs and stood, shaking her hair out after shedding her beret. “Do you have a hairtie?”
“Do you not have a hairtie?” Mingi bantered, but removed one from her wrist nonetheless.
Yunho snorted as she tied up her long hair in a high ponytail. “It’s somewhere in my tote bag, and that thing is a bottomless pit. I don’t like the look of them on my wrist.” As she spoke, she rolled up the sleeves of her navy turtleneck and removed her rings and watch.
“Ready?” Yunho prompted.
Yunho was, in fact, an absolutely killer outside hitter. And setter, and she could easily rival Mingi as a blocker. Which made sense, partially because she had the height and the build for outside hitter, and partially because Mingi had never seen the other girl be bad at anything.
Mingi swiftly had to abandon her flair in the name of actually playing the game, diving with far less bravado and more desperation every time one of her spikes came soaring her way. She could feel where the floor rubbed off à layer of skin on her shins where her knee pads couldn’t cover, and she was sure to add to her collection of bruises everywhere else.
She barely even had time to appreciate the way Yunho’s skirt fluttered around her and gave peeks of her safety shorts every time she jumped, dove, or really just moved at all. A shame, really.
Mingi made some good points, but Yunho, despite wearing the complete wrong outfit for the occasion, still won 2-1.
Mingi groaned as she sat back on the bleachers, sucking down the last of her Gatorade. Yunho followed, sweaty and tussled up and, frankly, so fucking hot all sweaty and victorious in her little skirt that Mingi hoped to god the locker room was empty.
“Water?” Yunho panted.
Mingi nodded and tossed her her own water bottle. Yunho happily accepted and guzzled it down, a dribble of water — or maybe sweat, either way Mingi desperately wanted to lick it — slipping down her neck and soaking into the high neck of her shirt, which had black stains from sweat.
“Fuck, I’m so hot,” Yunho groaned. “Why did I think doing that in a turtleneck was a good idea?”
“More importantly, how did you beat me in a turtleneck? Jesus Christ Yun, are you bad at anything?”
Yunho smirked. “I really should have chosen volleyball, I guess. And for the record, I’m terrible at math.”
Mingi had promised her coach to pack up the ball they were using back in its place in the storage closet, which she promptly ran to do before packing up the remainder of her belongings. Everyone else had long since left, the gymnasium echoing the movements of the student workers as they packed up the net.
Yunho was still attempting to catch her breath, tugging at her turtleneck in an attempt to cool off. “Please tell me you have an extra change of clothes and soap?” Yunho breathed.
Which sounded like an absolutely amazing idea. More the showering with Yunho part than the rest, but it was in fact a good enough idea in general that Mingi had both.
“If I say yes, will you shower with me?”
Yunho grinned. “I kind of just assumed that was the plan all along.”
As soon as they entered the locker room, Yunho tore off her turtleneck to reveal a plain black bra with little pink bows on the straps and gore. She sighed in relief as cool air hit her skin and Mingi watched appreciatively. She did a cursory check of the locker room to ensure it was empty before she started stripping herself.
“Leave the shorts on,” Yunho prompted, shimmying out of her safety shorts. She wore matching underwear. Suspicious.
Mingi paused her attempt to peel the skin-tight fabric off of her hips. She laughed. “Yeah? Like what you see?”
Yunho, now stripped down to nothing but her bra and underwear, backed her against a row of lockers. “You know I do,” she muttered as she caged in the other girl in the way that always made Mingi a little weak in the knees. Her hands snuck between Mingi and the locker to knead her ass as she stepped even closer, seeming to take in her scent and messy, claw-clipped hair. “You certainly put on a show.”
Mingi smiled and chased Yunho’s lips, which were now slightly bitten and tinted a beautiful cherry red. Yunho rewarded her with a single deep kiss; Yunho always seemed to kiss her deeply, with barely restrained passion that quickly devolved into making out. Yunho simply didn’t believe in doing things halfway, it seemed. Mingi couldn’t recall a time Yunho gave her a simple peck on the lips.
Yunho pulled away all too soon though, trailing wet kisses down Mingi’s sweaty neck to bury her face in the sweaty fabric of her sports bra between her tits. She hummed in pleasure while continuing to knead Mingi’s ass.
“You wanted to do that for awhile, huh?”
Yunho nodded with her head still squished between Mingi’s tits. “Since I got here,” she admitted, moaning slightly. “You’re so sexy, Princess.”
“I know,” Mingi preened.
“Of course you do.” Yunho rolled her eyes as she finally detached her face from Mingi’s sweaty tits. Mingi grabbed Yunho’s hips and tugged her closer, kissing her.
Mingi wound her arms around her back, running her hands heavily all over her torso, from her back to her narrow waist to her hips. She knew how much Yunho loved just being touched all over before anything else. She hummed in pleasure against Mingi’s lips and thrust a thigh between her legs, spreading her apart with her hands on her asscheeks. Mingi gasped as her naked lips rubbed against moist spandex, clinging to her folds and providing a maddening friction.
She moaned into their kiss as Yunho trailed more kisses down her neck before pulling away enough to tug Mingi’s sports bra off as Mingi shifted her hips for friction. She raised her arms for Yunho to strip her of her bra and tossed it to the floor before coaxing Yunho into another kiss. Yunho sucked on Mingi’s lower lip as she started playing with Mingi’s tits, kneading heavy overflowing handfuls of them and rolling the nipple between two fingers, digging her nail into the other.
Mingi whined against Yunho’s mouth and clutched at the straps of her bra. “Can I take this off?”
Yunho nodded and Mingi unhooked the clasp behind her. Yunho paused to let it join Mingi’s on the floor before diving back in for another long kiss. She used her own hand to guide Mingi’s to her breast. Mingi hummed happily at the pleasant, soft palmful and kneaded softly, bringing up her other hand to play with Yunho’s sensitive nipples. Yunho gasped at the sharp pleasure-pain.
“ Putain , shower?” She prompted eagerly. Mingi nodded, begrudgingly pulling away to shimmy off her shorts as Yunho watched with hungry eyes. Yunho shed her own underwear as Mingi shuffled through her bag for body wash and a rag and towel. She draped her naked body over Mingi’s hunched back and nibbled at her ear. “ Dépêche-toi, Ma Princesse. Je t’attends,” she muttered in a breathy, accented whisper into Mingi’s ear. She shivered and nearly dropped her towel.
Mingi stood with her toiletries and turned around for another kiss before they made their way to the empty showers. Yunho followed and pulled the curtain shut with a harsh squeal of metal on metal. She glued herself to Mingi, kissing all along her neck and chest as Mingi turned the knob for hot water, promptly squealing when the water was not in fact hot. Yunho chuckled and hugged her tighter. “Just kiss me, you’ll warm up.”
Mingi whined and backed into the corner where the water couldn’t hit her. Yunho followed, caging her in again against the white tiles. Water sprayed across her shoulders and dripped down her collarbones, serving as a shield for Mingi. If Yunho minded the chill, she didn’t comment, but her pert nipples betrayed her nonchalance. Mingi pouted and pulled her closer. Yunho giggled, pressing their naked bodies together, tits to tits as Yunho slid a thigh between her legs again and held onto the chub of her hips to coax her into movement against her slick thigh.
Mingi whined, and Yunho swallowed the sound of it with a deep kiss. Her hands strayed, pressing bruises first into her thighs and then her ass, running up the line of her back to her shoulders and down to her tits. She resumed playing with them, causing Mingi to gasp. The water was warming up into something pleasant that promised steam.
Mingi felt a little dizzy with it, the sound of water hitting the tile; Yunho’s hands and lips and the wet friction building between her pussy and Yunho’s thigh. She couldn’t cum like this, Yunho knew that, but she was pulling all the stops to get her excited for whatever she would do when Mingi started whining and begging for something more.
The heat between her legs built to a maddening plateau just on the brink of being perfect and yet not enough. Mingi whimpered and ground down harder. Yunho hummed and squeezed her tit punishingly as she thrust her thigh up with more pressure against Mingi’s clit. Mingi moaned. “Yun, Yunnie, please.”
“Hm? What’s that, Princess?”
“Yun, please, more !” “Hm?” Yunho rubbed her thigh up against her clit. “ Pas assez? My spoiled little princess wants more?”
Mingi nodded, closing her eyes in a desperate pout. “Please, Yunnie, please?”
“ Regarde-moi , ma chérie , when you’re asking for something.” Yunho scolded meanly, forcing her hips down onto her thigh with rough hands. Mingi bit down on her lip to hold back a pathetically high pitched cry.
Mingi opened her eyes and pleaded, “please, Yunnie?”
“Say it right.”
Mingi rolled her eyes. “ S’il te plaît! ”
“Good girl,” Yunho hummed. Her hand rubbed soothing circles into the fat of her hip before dipping between her legs to run her fingers across Mingi’s puffy folds from the bottom up to her clit, circling around her clit softly before petting through her folds to feel the slick heat at her core. Mingi moaned when the tips of her middle and index teased at her entrance, Yunho’s thumb searching out her clit.
“Mm-fuck, yes, please, baise-moi !”
“Good girl,” Yunho cooed, continuing to tease just the tips her fingers against the mound of textured flesh just inside of her. She rubbed her thumb up and down across Mingi’s hood, applying a dizzying pressure that pushed her fold directly against her glans. She pulled it back with her thumb and started working circles directly against her clit. Mingi practically sobbed, craning her neck backwards into the corner of the stall.
“More, inside, please! S-s’il te plaît !” Yunho obliged, pulling out to pet all her fingers across her clit before fucking into her with her middle and ring finger, curling in a come hither motion against her G-spot with her stupidly perfect, long and nimble fingers. Mingi wailed. “S-so good, Yunnie, so good!”
Yunho pulled out slightly and Mingi chased her fingers with her hips, fucking herself forward in a way that put even more pressure on her clit with Yunho’s thumb. Yunho took Mingi’s slight shift in posture to start working her own hips down on Mingi’s plush thigh in small circles as she fucked Mingi on her fingers.
Mingi was reduced to a panting, whimpering mess as she rolled her hips with the rhythm of Yunho’s fingers curling inside of her. Yunho circled her thumb just slightly against her clit on every forward thrust, starting to work her own hips harder against Mingi’s thigh. She could feel Yunho’s piercing rubbing against her skin and presumably against her own clit.
“O-oh,” Yunho gasped out a whimper, throwing her head back and biting her lip with closed eyes and brows drawn tight.
Mingi took her in with dazed eyes, tracing the line of her long, swan-like neck down to watch Yunho fucking her with her fingers while her own hips chased the rhythm against her. Water droplets clung to her flushed skin and dripped in shimmering rivulets from her small, bouncing tits down her torso, rolling across the scroll of black ink in the V-line dip of her hips; the cursive French words almost seemed to dance with each movement of her hips against Mingi’s thigh. Mingi groaned at the sight, cunt throbbing.
“‘M close. So close. Fuck, I can’t get enough of your fingers.”
Yunho nodded, a soft whine in her throat. “God, I love the feel of your pussy,” she whispered, burying her head in the crook of Mingi’s neck and hiding her face there as she continued fingering Mingi and working her hips. “I wish I could taste you.” Yunho rubbed relentlessly against Mingi’s clit, curling her fingers into her G-spot with more purpose. She bit down on Mingi’s trapezius possessively, a spark of white hot pleasure-pain blooming along with the heat of her approaching orgasm.
Mingi cried out, feeling her pussy clench and flutter on Yunho’s fingers as she came. Yunho lessened the pressure but continued her ministrations until her pussy stopped pulsing and her hips slowed. She pulled out and mindlessly put her fingers in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head with a groan. Her hips stuttered frantically and Mingi felt her thigh getting soaked despite being almost entirely out of the spray of water. Mingi’s spent cunt throbbed a little more knowing that tasting Mingi was what she needed to cum herself.
Yunho slowly worked herself down from her high with aborted like circles of her hips, little gasps and hums escaping her with each pulse of fading pleasure. Finally, Yunho sighed and slumped against Mingi, who could barely hold herself up.
They clung to each other for awhile, letting the steam hang around them as they slowly worked their way through the hot water. Yunho finally gave her a sweet, amorous kiss before pulling away with drowsy, cunt-drunk eyes. “We should probably actually get clean,” she slurred slightly, evidently still a little dazed.
Mingi hummed her assent and reached for the now soaked washcloth she had left hanging on the faucet handle unused. She bent to pump out some body wash — milk and honey scented — and lathered it under the water. “I’ll wash you.”
Yunho hummed. “Thank you, Princess.”
After washing each other under the lukewarm water and sharing syrupy kisses in the comedown, Mingi turned off the faucet and reached for her towel.
Yunho’s hair was practically soaked despite being tied up in a bun. She shivered slightly in the cooling air and Mingi wrapped the towel around her to rub her torso dry while she took her hair down and squeezed as much water out as she could. Mingi toweled through her locks before drying herself and padding naked back to their belongings. She fished out some sweatpants and a hoodie for Yunho and herself each — Yunho’s being an old high school Volleyball sweatshirt and Mingi’s a purple Kuromi hoodie.
Yunho slipped her own underwear back on before happily accepting the sweats with a grateful smile. After dressing, Yunho shoved her original clothes into her bottomless pit of a tote bag, now stuffed full, and waited for Mingi to finish up.
“Where are you headed to?” Mingi asked once they exited the locker room into the gymnasium lobby.
“I was just going to go home, I don’t tutor on Fridays. What about you?”
“I’m also going home.” Mingi held the door open for Yunho, who shivered from the autumn breeze and pulled the hood over her damp hair.
Yunho brightened, face practically glowing in the light of the street lamps. “Come to my place! It’s closer, and you know I have my own room. We can watch something if you want.”
Mingi grinned. “Or we can go for round two.”
Yunho giggled. “Or that.” She slid her fingers into Mingi’s hand and Mingi tucked them into her hoodie pocket. Mingi looked over at her, admiring the way most of her makeup had washed away to unblemished, pale skin with freckles and wide puppy eyes lightly crusted with the remnants of her mascara. Her lips were chapped and lightly bruised from their kisses.
“What?” Yunho cocked her head all puppy-like.
“Nothing, you’re just beautiful.”
A pink flush warmed Yunho’s cheeks. “I feel like a wet dog,” she mumbled, looking away.
“And it’s adorable. You think I look good too, right?”
Yunho rolled her eyes and jabbed her in the ribs. “Of course I do.” She swung their hands between them.
“Then let me call you beautiful when you’re in sweats too.” Mingi squeezed her hand.
Yunho didn’t seem compelled to respond, walking a little bit faster to her student apartment to get out of the brisk evening air.