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If someone were to ask her, “Mingyu, what’s on your bingo card?” she would have a hundred different answers, from trying a dish she never has before and to maybe even kissing a man at a bar, just to know what all the fuss is about. With confidence she knows that standing in the bathroom of a plane, waiting for her girlfriend to come join her in order to get freaky, was not on any of her lists.
Splashing water on her face, Mingyu takes a deep breath. In and out, letting the air fill her lungs and trying to exhale the nervousness in her system. Wonwoo had sent her off first, saying it was to not raise suspicion towards the other passengers. She also told her to get ready which really just meant she should get naked.
Looking at the mirror, she is faced with her disheveled reflection. She looks a bit swollen and her eyebags are about to reach her ankles, but she’s been sitting in her seat for a little less than five hours and she barely slept last night thanks to her aerophobia with Wonwoo’s limbs sprawled over her. Stepping outside on a balcony was already not one of Mingyu’s favorite activities, but being on a plane much less. So really, she should be praised for her bravery.
Plucking a hair tie out of her pocket, Mingyu put her long dark hair up in a ponytail and out of her face. She patted the baby hairs, that sprung right up again, with her fingers down and decided that she had looked worse before. Giving herself a quick glance over in the mirror, she could see her nipple press against the fabric of her black shirt and her palms immediately moved to cover them. The apple of her cheeks turned red in embarrassment, which was a bit silly considering what the occasion of her being in this small airplane toilet is.
Mingyu’s hands had moved to hook inside the waistband of her leggings to remove them which, by the way, made her long legs look great - Wonwoo’s words, not hers - when the knock on the door filled the tiny room. Turning away from her initial self given task, she put her hand on the lock, waiting for two more knocks - the secret code they agreed on earlier.
While Mingyu was contemplating whether she should keep preparing to have sex with her girlfriend in the air or go sit down in her seat again, the awaited knocks came. Stepping to the side, she unlocks the door and lets her guest in.
Once the door is closed and locked again, Mingyu stands face to face with a grinning Wonwoo. Her shiny brown hair, that reminds Mingyu of chestnuts in the autumn sun, is put up in a bun and the oversized gray shirt she is wearing is hanging askew around her collar, exposing the remains of a hickey that Mingyu left a few days ago. The shirt has strains of the monster energy drink she had earlier - which Mingyu is sure will kill her one day - and it’s crinkled around the hem because Mingyu was fisting it like it was her lifeline when the plane took off, and yet Mingyu still thinks she’s never seen anything more beautiful in her life.
“You’re still wearing your clothes.” Wonwoo points out the obvious as her hands landed on her hips, pulling Mingyu closer to her. They have a height difference of a few centimeters and Mingyu always thought it was cute that Wonwoo has the perfect height for forehead kisses.
“Sorry, ma’am. I didn’t expect you to show up so soon. And also,” Mingyu says. “I was about to get butt booty naked when you knocked.”
Chuckling, Wonwoo presses a kiss under Mingyu’s jaw. Her hands had already disappeared inside of Mingyu’s leggings and were groping her ass. Pushing her ass back into Wonwoo’s palms, Mingyu sighed softly.
“Luckily, I am an expert in getting you naked.” Her lips wandered from her jaw down her neck, biting gently at the junction between her shoulder and neck.
“You’re also an expert in ruining my clothes, so don’t exhaust all your talents today.” Mingyu’s hands are wrapped around Wonwoo’s neck with her fingers scratching her nape gently.
With one of her eyebrows arched, Wonwoo tips her head back to look at Mingyu, whose fingers dive higher up and into her hair in the process.
“I’ll leave you here untouched if you want to be snarky.”
Now, Mingyu recognises a warning when she hears one and last time this happened, Wonwoo didn’t touch her for a week and it was harder to endure than she thought it would be. She kept on teasing Mingyu just for her to turn around and fall asleep each time, driving her crazy.
“No, no! I won’t, I’ll behave!” Her fingers tug on Wonwoo’s hair, loosening her bun.
“That’s my good pup,” Wonwoo says in approval and Mingyu’s cheeks turn red one more time. She could feel herself dripping into her underwear as she presses her hips against Wonwoo’s.
Pressing her nose to Wonwoo’s cheek, Mingyu started whining softly. She was growing impatient and Wonwoo knew how weak praise could make her.
“Unnie,” she pouts. “Can we fuck now?”
“You have an awfully foul mouth, you know that?” She shakes her head disapproving.
“Should I rephrase it?”
“Try it.”
“Can we have loving sex in this shabby airplane bathroom, which by the way we’ve been occupying for too long now?”
Mingyu moves one of her hands from Wonwoo’s hair and slips it under her shirt. Home straight she went for her tits. Wrapping her hand around the round mound, Mingyu presses her palm against Wonwoo’s nipple piercing. It was a great decision not to wear bras on their long flight; the access was easy and Mingyu could see the outline of Wonwoo’s piercings throughout their journey.
Moaning, Wonwoo pulls her hands out of Mingyu’s leggings and worked on pulling them off of her along with her underwear. They move apart so Mingyu can step out of her clothes, leaving her in her shirt only. When she looks at Wonwoo, she sees that she’s spread a bunch of paper towels on the closed toilet seat and somehow that turned her on even more. Nothing is sexier than a safe girl. Wonwoo has removed her own leggings and underwear, the shirt was falling over her naked thighs.
“Did you bring lube?” Her arms are stretched out when Mingyu walks towards her to make herself comfortable on Wonwoo’s lap.
“I brought my mouth.” With a grin Mingyu leans in to finally kiss her girlfriend. As always Wonwoo is ready for their lips to meet, their tongues to collide and to moan into each other’s mouth.
Pushing her shirt up, Mingyu grinds on Wonwoo’s thighs and spreads her wetness over her naked skin. She bites down on Wonwoo’s bottom lip and Wonwoo gets a hold of her jaw, forcing their kiss to break. Mingyu protests with a whine.
“Is this what you call behaving?” Her thumb wanders over Mingyu’s bottom lip. Shaking her head, Mingyu licks over the tip of Wonwoo’s finger.
“I got too excited,” she says in defense.
A “tsk” is all Mingyu gets in return before Wonwoo slips two of her fingers into her mouth without a warning.
Mingyu started growing antsy over the past hour in her seat. She somehow managed to fall into restless slumber for a few hours, much likely because Wonwoo had made her watch the Lord of the Rings movies with her, because she supported the opinion the movies help one relax.
She had fallen asleep halfway through the first movie and woke up again halfway through the second, Wonwoo’s eyes still glued to the screen as if she hadn't seen the trilogy a thousand times already. Wonwoo had paused the movie when Mingyu tugged on her arm and asked her to hold her, because she was sure she felt the plane shake and that there’s turbulences even though Wonwoo promised everything was fine. It was also Wonwoo’s idea to join the mile high club because “A good orgasm always relaxes you,” and well, what can she say? Not much with Wonwoo’s fingers down her throat, but she wouldn’t argue anyway.
Wrapping her fingers around Wonwoo’s wrist, Mingyu sucks on her girlfriend’s fingers while making sure to look her directly in the eyes and making obscene noises that she knew drive Wonwoo crazy.
With her free hand, Wonwoo brushes a stray strand of Mingyu’s hair away and tucks it behind her ear before leaning in to kiss her forehead.
“Enough, darling,” she says and Mingyu, always the good girl, releases her hold on Wonwoo’s wrist.
“Unnie,” Mingyu pouts again. Her hips grind lazily on Wonwoo’s legs and her hands dive into her hair - something she always likes to do during sex.
“Listen to me, sweetheart.” Wonwoo’s legs part beneath Mingyu and her hand slid down to her pussy. “You have to be quiet, okay? Can you do that for me, Min?”
The fingers coated in Mingyu’s saliva tease her wet folds and push gently at her rim. Mingyu wants to nod in agreement, wants to say yes but instead whimpers softly.
“We can’t do this if you are too loud, my love.”
The rational part of Mingyu is ringing her up, and telling her to listen to Wonwoo because she is right. It’s crazy enough to be doing this in the first place, she should at least harbor a little decency and keep her noises to a minimum.
“Okay, okay. I’ll be good. I promise. Just- please.” She is desperate now, nothing she is ashamed of admitting in front of her girlfriend, especially since it always works on Wonwoo, too.
Wonwoo enjoys being in control during sex and Mingyu likes being told what to do, but Wonwoo never denied her any of her requests. This time, too. She pushes her first finger into Mingyu and she visibly starts relaxing.
Exhaling a long breath, Mingyu grinds her hips back and forth on Wonwoo’s finger. Her hands slip under Wonwoo’s shirt and get a hold on both her tits this time. She fondles them gently and runs her thumb over her piercings every now and then, just like Mingyu knows her girlfriend enjoys.
It doesn’t take too long and Wonwoo has pushed a second finger in. Mingyu’s walls clench around them for a few seconds before she relaxes again and allows Wonwoo to move them.
This is not their first time having sex in a public bathroom, but it’s the first time to be doing it on a plane. The pace Wonwoo has set for them isn’t as coordinated as it usually is, but Mingyu can’t complain about it right now. She’s happy that Wonwoo’s fingers are distracting her from being in the air.
Mingyu pushes her hands up until they come out through the collar of Wonwoo’s shirt, stretching it even further when her hands take a hold of her hair.
“Unnie, kiss,” she whispers softly, not trusting her voice to speak any louder. Her breath is already going too fast with the way Wonwoo is working her open with her very skilled fingers.
When their lips connect, Wonwoo brings her thumb on top of Mingyu’s clit, rubbing circles over it. In reaction, Mingyu moans helplessly into Wonwoo’s mouth.
Moving her hands, Mingyu slips them back under her shirt and places them on Wonwoo’s shoulders. Straightening her back, she begins to fuck herself on Wonwoo’s fingers. She knows they aren’t at home and usually she’d be riding Wonwoo’s strap and not her fingers, but she works with what she’s been given.
They are not new to this and they know each other well, so it doesn’t take them too long to get each other to orgasm, they know where to press and where to touch to make the other see stars. Soon Mingyu is cuming on Wonwoo’s fingers and with her teeth dug into her tongue to prevent herself from making a sound. When Mingyu has finally calmed down, Wonwoo brings her head down to kiss her.
“Feeling better?” Wonwoo leans over to grab a few paper towels when they break their kiss to clean them up.
Nodding Mingyu moves to get off Wonwoo, her eyes fall on her lap and the wet patch formed beneath her. She starts drooling at the corner of her mouth when she sees the hairs of her bush peek out from underneath the shirt.
“Almost,” she confirms. Picking up her clothes, Mingyu gets dressed again and kneels in front of Wonwoo. Pushing her legs apart, she pulls her in. “I could have one more snack.”
At first Wonwoo seems confused, but it doesn’t take her too long to realize her girlfriend’s motives.
“I’m okay, Min, you don’t have to do this now.” Her hand brushes Mingyu’s hair back when she leans her face in and brushes her fingers over Wonwoo’s wet folds.
“I want to.” She fake sulks, knowing what effect it has on her girlfriend.
“Fuck, okay,” Wonwoo pulls Mingyu’s head closer in to where she wants it to be. “But hurry up, we still need to watch the last Lord of the Rings movie before we land.”
Looking up, Mingyu sighs theatrically. “I guess it’s true.”
“What is?” Blinking, Wonwoo’s hand moves to Mingyu’s cheek, brushing her thumb over the apple of it.
“All nerds are freaks.”
Chuckling, Wonwoo shakes her head and pats Mingyu’s cheek gently.
“Less talking and more working, babe.”
“On it, ma’am!” Mingyu winks at Wonwoo before she dives in and helps her girlfriend relax now.
After all, Wonwoo was right. An orgasm really makes everything better.