Porcelain Perfect
Title: Porcelain Perfect
Author: dinosaur_smile ( exothermiac)
Pairing: Sukai (Fem!Suho)
Rating: NC-17 (sessy times)
Word count: ~6K
written for this prompt on exopromptmeme - i hope you like it~!
From the eyes of every girl at school, Kim Junmyeon has it all. She’s never been seen with her hair less than perfectly coiffed, her skin is radiant without a single swipe of makeup, her tiny frame is delicate and dainty, and, most importantly, she is hardly ever seen away from Kim Jongin’s side.
When they walked into the cafeteria together everyday, Jongin beaming happily with Junmyeon’s books tucked under one arm and Junmyeon herself tucked under the other arm, her small hand clutching lightly at the sleeve of his navy blazer, every girl breathed a sigh of jealousy.
“It’s not fair,” Tao moans into her friend Kris’s shoulder, ignoring Kris’s fidgeting as she continues to fight her off to get a French fry into her mouth. “Why does she get to have such a hot boyfriend?”
“I dunno,” Kris replies intelligently, inhaling another fry.
“I heard they don’t even do it. If I were Kim Junmyeon, I would be fucking him all day and all night.”
As Tao continues whining at Kris, at the table behind them Junmyeon’s eyes narrow as she overhears Tao’s comment. She glances at Jongin, who is thoroughly engrossed in reading over her English essay, and her glare softens. She watches her sweet, sweet boyfriend as he helps her with yet another homework assignment, poring carefully over every detail. He’s always so eager to help. She hasn’t carried her own books since they started dating months ago, and he’s always at her door in the mornings to drive her to school, and waiting by her locker after the last bell to drive her home. But the soft kisses he presses to her forehead whenever he says goodbye and the warmth of his palm against hers as he walks her from class to class leave her longing for more touches.
She’s a pretty girl, she’s sure of it. All the boys at school lust after her, eyes lingering when her skirt flutters up and hands straying towards exposed skin. But she’s never caught Jongin looking at her lustfully before. He’s looked at her plenty of times before, and she’s seen many things in his eyes. Admiration - yes, affection - yes, maybe even love. But never once lust.
She pouts as she considers the possibility that he’s gay, but shakes it away. It’s more than likely that the problem is that he doesn’t see her as anything more than cute.
That’s easy enough to fix.
“Hey, can I get your notes from English? I may or may not have slept through the whole lecture, but honestly who gives a shit about Hamlet? Until he actually fucks his mom, I don’t want to hear about his whining anymore-”
Junmyeon shuts Sehun up by thrusting a notebook into her chest, not failing to notice that the top four buttons had been undone. “Really, Hun?” she asks judgementally.
Sehun follows Junmyeon’s line of sight down to her chest before shrugging. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.” She stuffs the notebook into her backpack before turning back up to look Junmyeon over. “You know, you’ve definitely got something. I don’t know what you’re doing wearing those stupid knee-length skirts and ascots and shit.”
Junmyeon wriggles, uncomfortably self-conscious with Sehun’s eyes on her. “I dress how the school handbook tells us to dress,” she tries to argue.
“We have a handbook?” Sehun asks, surprised. “Never mind that. Why don’t you have the boyfriend drop you off at my house after school today? I’m sure we could find something a little more…” she reaches over to tug up the hem of Junmyeon’s skirt, eliciting an indignant yelp, “-scandalous.”
Sehun turns on her heel as soon as she hears her boyfriend Luhan calling her name, leaving Junmyeon standing as still as a statue in a cloud of Sehun’s sickeningly sweet body spray. She watches as Luhan reaches under Sehun’s much-too-short skirt to give her ass a teasing squeeze right in the middle of the hallway. Maybe Sehun does have a thing or two to teach her.
“What time would you like for me to come pick you up?” Jongin asks, turning down the volume of the radio so that Junmyeon can hear him.
“I can get a ride home from Sehun,” Junmyeon assures him, leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for driving me here.”
“Anytime.”
“Hi Junmyeon, Hi Jongin!” Sehun chirps, practically prancing down her driveway before poking her head into the window on Junmyeon’s side. “Thanks so much for driving her over, Jongin! I don’t know what I would do if she hadn’t offered to tutor me in math.”
“Oh, Junmyeon didn’t tell me she was here to tutor you. That’s so sweet of you, Junmyeon.”
Junmyeon tries to mask her surprise as an angelic smile. She opens the door, making sure to smack Sehun with it discretely. “Thanks again, Jongin! I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”
Sehun waves and smiles alongside Junmyeon until Jongin’s Camry is long gone.
“Finally, I’ve been waiting ages! I got everything ready for you.”
The boldness Junmyeon felt when she accepted Sehun’s invitation is starting to wane, and she’s more than a little scared as she steps into Sehun’s bedroom and sees all sorts of clothes strewn across the floor.
She pokes at some strip of leather that she would assume was a belt if she were anywhere else but Sehun’s room - here, it was more than likely something Sehun would try to pass off as a skirt.
“You’re not going to make me wear this, are you?”
Sehun snorts. “You’ve got a nice rack, but you don’t have the ass to pull that off. Let’s just get your toes in the water before we do a cannonball.” She holds out her hands.
“What are you doing?” Junmyeon asks, staring blankly at Sehun’s outstretched hands.
“Strip,” she commands.
“This is getting my toes in the water?” Junmyeon squeaks, trying futilely to bat away Sehun’s hands as they pry the buttons of her shirt free. Sehun wrestles the skirt off of her too, leaving Junmyeon huddled in a corner wearing nothing but her plain white underwear set. Her attempts to cover herself with just her hands are useless, but to her relief, Sehun’s attention isn’t on her.
“I’d really appreciate it if you’d stop looking at me like I’m going to have sex with you,” Sehun comments dryly as she slips a pair of glasses on and sits down in front of a sewing machine Junmyeon had failed to notice when she walked in. “Why do you look so surprised? Who do you think tailors my school skirts to be so shirt, my mom?”
The sound of the machine whirring is all that breaks through the silence in the room. Sehun, who is usually loud and rambunctious wherever she goes, is uncharacteristically concentrated, hands carefully guiding the fabric of Junmyeon’s skirt under the needle.
“Done!” she declares, tugging the skirt free from the machine and setting her glasses down on the table. “Try it on.”
Junmyeon does as she’s told, and she tries her hardest to suppress the horrified gasp that threatens to come out when she realizes that there’s half as much fabric as there had been before, barely enough to cover the bottom of her ass. “Sehun!”
“What? You look so hot. If I were as much of a lesbian as Kris, I’d be all over you right now. Okay, put your shirt back on and leave the top few undone. And by few, I don’t mean one.”
“You’re not doing anything to my shirt?”
“Uh, greedy, much? I just worked my butt off to get your butt out of that skirt, look how well it fits you. I should really be on Project Runway.”
“Why did I have to take my shirt off if you were just going to sew my skirt?”
Sehun pauses. “I dunno. You’d just look silly wearing nothing but a shirt. I will cut off the top three buttons though, I don’t want to risk you chickening out.”
Junmyeon has never been so grateful that her parents were always on business trips. Even though she’s sure she’s home alone, she skitters through the house as if she were afraid to get caught by someone in her tiny skirt and revealing shirt. She stops by the door to put her shoes on, breath catching in her throat as she straightens up and sees her reflection. She’s really regretting taking Sehun’s makeup advice now that she can see how smoldering her eyes seem to be with the thick rims of brown eyeshadow and black eyeliner around them. She looks like she’s about to go to work on the corner, not to first period Algebra. She shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath, desperate to calm herself. Her phone buzzes from inside her backpack, the text from Jongin to let her know he’s on the other side of the door. She glares at her reflection with determination and turns the doorknob. She swings it open, almost knocking over Jongin, who’s standing by the door looking down at his phone. It clatters to the floor.
“Oh, sorry! I was just about to call you, I thought you might still be asleep,” he jabbers as he picks his phone up and quickly checks to see that it’s not broken. “Are you ready to-”
When he finally focuses on her, his eyes almost bulge out of their sockets, just like her chest is bulging out of the lacy dark purple bra he can actually see the edge of from beneath her low neckline. She feels a bit of pride bubbling up within when his eyes trail down the length of her legs, his mouth hanging slightly open. He snaps out of it suddenly, taking a hasty step back. “Sorry! Um...are you...uh...are you...uh…”
“Ready to go?” Junmyeon fills in for him, her husky voice surprising even herself.
“Mhm,” Jongin replies, rubbing at the back of his head. “Uh...I think you might have...uh...gotten taller, maybe? I don’t...uh...it’s just that…”
“Sehun spilled some soda on my skirt, so I borrowed one of hers,” Junmyeon lies with ease. She sighs internally - the last thing she needs is to develop a personality like Sehun’s to match the wardrobe.
“You didn’t have any at home?” Jongin asks.
“All in the wash,” Junmyeon lies again. “We should hurry.”
Junmyeon scurries ahead, pretending not to notice that Jongin’s forgotten to take her backpack for the first time. Jongin, on the other hand, is pretending not to notice the way her poor excuse for a skirt is just slightly caught in the backpack he had forgotten about, lifting just enough to give him a look at more pale skin than he had been ready to handle. As she bends over to put her backpack in the car, it lifts even higher, and Jongin appreciates the fact that she matched her bra to her thong today. He’s also screaming internally.
“Hey,” Junmyeon calls through the window. “Are you okay?”
When she leans over to reach her head through the window, Jongin catches another glimpse of the purple of her bra, and he’s come to realize that every time she moves at all he’s going to have to steel every part of his body to fight against the urge to just push the carseat down so that he can hop on top of her and just -
“Jongin?” When he comes out of his train of thought, Jongin sees her eyes, softened with worry, and even through all the makeup he can see his beloved Junmyeon, as kind and gentle as ever. She is still the most innocent girl on the planet, regardless of what Sehun’s dressed her in. He nods and gets into the car without a word.
When he finally pulls into his parking space after ten minutes of awkward silence broken only by the sound of Lady Gaga from the radio, Junmyeon is regretting not just her decision to listen to Sehun yesterday, but her decision to invite Sehun to play with her at recess when they were in kindergarten. What kind of a friend would drag her into this? Jongin is refusing to acknowledge the fact that she’s in the car, which is exactly the opposite of what she wanted. But then he takes the key out of the engine, reaches into the backseat for her backpack, and gets out of the car, circling it to open the door for her as always. As she gets out, flashing everyone walking through the parking lot, he helps her straighten out her clothes and then gives her the same soft kiss on the forehead that she gets every morning, and she suddenly feels disgusting. How could she have expected her sweet boyfriend to fall for the same tricks Sehun’s oaf of a football player boyfriend did?
She’s blinking back tears now, but Jongin’s walking too far ahead of her to notice. He holds the door open for her, staring distractedly into the distance as she moves past him.
As soon as she’s through the doors, wolf whistles and cat calls break out. She puts her head down and tries to shuffle to her locker without being noticed, but all the jocks seem to have congregated in this hallway today, and they’re not going to let her off easy. She dodges grabby hands and ignores sexual comments, focusing on just getting her locker open. Once she does, she realizes that she doesn’t even have books to put in her locker - she had never gotten her bag back from Jongin. But she’s drowning in a sea of Axe body spray and letterman varsity jackets and Jongin’s nowhere to be seen. She doesn’t think she’d ever be able to call his name loudly enough to be heard over the noise they’re making.
Park Chanyeol, the alpha-male quarterback, is coming out of nowhere, and his mouth is moving like he’s talking, but she can’t tell what he’s saying over the noise, and she’s somewhat glad for that considering the lewd facial expressions he’s making. He reaches a hand out to skate under her skirt, and before she can even react, the hand is pinned against a locker.
“Don’t fucking touch her.” Jongin’s voice is quiet but seething, audible now that the entire hallway has gone quiet due to the shock of seeing the big man Chanyeol subdued by the quiet guy who sits in the back of every class staring dreamily out the window. Junmyeon’s quite horrified at this point, because anyone with eyes could tell that Chanyeol’s overbearing frame could twist Jongin into a human pretzel and devour him for lunch, but something about the fire in Jongin’s eyes makes Chanyeol back off slowly with a mumbled apology in Junmyeon’s direction. Jongin pries Junmyeon’s locker door open and places her backpack in it so that he can shrug out of his blazer and place it on her shoulders. He may not be tall compared to Chanyeol the giant, but the blazer that fits him snugly is so big on Junmyeon that it goes far past her tiny skirt, offering her a little more protection from the leers of the boys that continue to litter the hallway as she walks to class alone.
Despite the coverage from Jongin’s blazer, the boys in her class all stare at her, aware of what she was wearing underneath thanks to the high school rumor mill. She continues to take notes as usually, pretending not to notice how there are eyes tracing over every inch of her exposed skin.
The bell rings for lunch, to her relief, and she gathers her things, ignoring the catcalls when she bends over to pick up a dropped pencil. She stands outside her classroom, watching carefully for Jongin, but he’s nowhere to be found as students flood the hallways and filter into the cafeteria. She waits until the hallway is near empty and then reluctantly follows, searching one last time for Jongin. He’s not in the cafeteria either, she notices as she stands in the middle of the crowded room searching for him, a tray of macaroni and cheese balanced in her hands. Eventually, she settles down across the table from Sehun, who stops making out with Luhan long enough to say hello.
“Oh, hey!” Luhan says, breaking away from Sehun for a moment. “Junmyeon, right? I need to apologize for Chanyeol. I heard he got a little handsy this morning. You take a few too many balls to the head and you don’t really think straight anymore, you know?”
Junmyeon blinks at him uncomprehendingly. She’d been pretty sure that he didn’t even know her name. “Thanks,” she says.
He smiles before diving headfirst into Sehun’s open mouth. Junmyeon averts her eyes. The macaroni on her plate is only slightly less disgusting than what’s going on across the table.
“Oh,” Sehun pants, disturbingly breathless. “You look really good, I forgot to tell you! Glad to see you figured out the smokey eye.”
“Thanks,” Junmyeon mutters, poking at the macaroni to see if it’ll fight back.
“So where’s Jongin then? Has he already made a move?”
Junmyeon shakes her head. “He hasn’t really talked to me today.”
Sehun pouts. “I gave bad advice?” she says, sounding genuinely remorseful.
“It’s not really your fault. I should have known better than to take advice from you. The last time I did, I ended up with a broken arm.”
The bell rings, and Junmyeon tosses her macaroni into the trash, resigning herself to a growling stomach.
She hesitates in front of the door to her next class, then turns and heads towards the nurses’ office, excusing herself for the rest of the day with sad puppy dog eyes and a flimsy explanation of period cramps. It’s harder to walk home than it used to be now that she’s been spoiled with daily drives, but she makes it there just fine, collapsing into bed with a huff. She opens her backpack to get her homework done and out of the way, and finds a bundle of white fabric stuffed in it. She tugs it out and recognizes it immediately as the shirt Jongin keeps in his gym locker in case some douche pours soda on him again.
He must have left for the locker room as soon as they got to school to get it, leaving her alone in the hallway. By the time he got back, she’d already been cornered by Park Chanyeol, and he’d improvised by giving her his blazer. What she had interpreted as him being angry had just been him being as helpful as he always was. He was always so sweet and kind and caring, and he had given her everything a girl could ever want, and here she was asking him for more.
She sheds Sehun’s altered uniform quickly and pulls the t-shirt on over her head, worming her way into her covers so that she can hibernate for a while and figure out a plan to transfer to a school where less than half of the students had seen her butt.
He’s told her a thousand and one times to be careful to lock the front door, especially when she’s home alone, but, as he finds out when he tries to doorknob, she’s forgotten again. He frowns as he closes it behind him, making sure to twist the lock before he walks away. It’s not safe for a girl to be alone at home with the door open for any criminals to walk in.
Jongin slips out of his shoes and makes his way up the stairs, calling Junmyeon’s name softly. He pushes the door to her room open, and finds it completely dark. He can hear her breathing softly, though, and he realizes that she’s asleep. He fumbles around in the dark for the lamp switch, and waits for it to cast warm light across the bed so that he can find her forehead and press the back of his hand to it. He doesn’t feel a high temperature, to his relief. He’d been so worried when he’d finally finished helping his classmate with her homework fifteen minutes into lunch, and even more worried when she’d been absent from their usual table. He had gone through the hallways to look for her, waiting outside of the girls’ locker room in the hopes that she was just changing into the shirt he had given her, but she was really nowhere to be found. It wasn’t until the middle of the next class that he had overheard Tao and Kris talking about how she had been sent home sick. If he hadn’t had to get her homework for her, he would have gone to her house right then, but he waited until school ended.
But here she was, safe and sound, and, as far as he could tell, completely healthy, bundled up in her heavy comforter. He picks up the now infamous skimpy school uniform off the floor and hangs it up next to where she’s already hung up his blazer. There’s a discarded makeup wipe on the bedside table, almost completely covered in black, which he tosses into the garbage bin. He takes the notes from the classes she had missed and leaves them on her impeccably organized desk, taking a moment to pick up the framed picture of the two of them on their first date.
“Jongin?” he hears a raspy voice call, and he’s so startled that he almost drops the picture on the floor. He catches it with his other hand and sets it back on the table.
“Hey!” he greets awkwardly, realizing that it was weird of him to just wander into her room while she was sleeping. “You, uh, left the front door unlocked, so I...uh...came in...because I heard you went home sick.”
She stares at him uncomprehendingly, still half-asleep.
“I brought you the notes from the last few classes. I got them from Sehun, though, so I don’t know how good they’ll be. I can always tutor you if the notes don’t make sense.”
She’s still groggy, rubbing at her eyes and trying to wrestle herself out of the blanket.
“Are you okay?” he asks, wringing his hands awkwardly as he waits for her to speak.
“It’s too hot,” she mumbles sleepily, finally freeing herself of her blanket. Jongin almost smiles when he sees that she’s wearing his t-shirt, but then she falls straight out of the bed, thrown off balance by all the flailing. He hurries forward to lift her up, letting her arms wrap around his shoulders so that he can put her back on the bed. When she flops back down onto the pillows, she drags him down too.
“I thought you were mad at me,” she mumbles after burying her face in his chest.
He brings a hand around to cup the back of her head. “Why would I be mad at you, Jun-bug?”
She rolls her eyes at the name, but it brings a smile to her lips all the same. “Because I dressed like a hooker and got felt up in the hallway by Park Chanyeol.”
“Okay, first of all, I was there for that, and I definitely saw you asking him not to touch you. Second, you can wear whatever you want, you’re still my Jun-bug.”
“Stop calling me that, my mom calls me that,” Junmyeon whines, playfully smacking his chest.
“Jun-bug, have you done your homework yet?” he teases, pitching his voice to sound startlingly similar to her mother. “Jun-bug, don’t forget to brush your teeth!”
Junmyeon laughs unflatteringly loudly, swatting at Jongin until he gathers both of her wrists into one of his hands and uses the other to brush the hair out of her face. “Are you going to tell me why you let Sehun dress you?”
She groans embarrassedly, covering her face with the hands that are still caught in his grip.
“Tell me,” he urges.
“Only if you tell me why you don’t think I’m pretty.” She means for it to be playful, but the way Jongin’s face drops makes it clear that she’s started something serious.
“What could ever make you think like that?” he says after an uncomfortably long pause. “Who’s been telling you that you’re not beautiful?”
The anger in his voice makes Junmyeon withdraw a little bit, but he still has a tight grip on her wrists. “No one,” she answers in a small voice. “It’s just that…”
“Just what?”
“Never mind.” Junmyeon tries to roll away, but Jongin pulls her back and nudges at her insistently. “It’s just that you never seem to be attracted to me!”
It’s out in the open now, and Jongin looks as if he’s been slapped. “What?”
“Luhan is always all over Sehun, and you’ve never even kissed me on the lips, and I think he might have swallowed some of her teeth today because I had to sit next to them at lunch and that was really gross, I don’t want that much, but I do want slightly less of it.”
Jongin is staring at her in a way that unsettles her stomach, and she’s about ready to leap out her bedroom window and sprint to Canada. “I was waiting for you to make the decision,” he answers sheepishly. “I didn’t want to rush into things and then have you regret it.”
“I’ve made the decision,” she says in a voice that is barely audible.
She doesn’t have a full second to think before Jongin’s rolling over and pinning her beneath his body. “Are you sure?” he asks, lips brushing against the skin of her jawline as he speaks. When she nods, the movement presses her skin firmly against Jongin’s lips, and he’s quick to take advantage of it, leaving behind a trail of kisses before he finally gets to her lips. She really wasn’t lying when she said that it was hot in her room - her skin was scorching to the touch. He darts his tongue out to touch her lips so that she’ll part them. He becomes so engrossed in the kiss that he fails to notice that she’s been working at the buttons of his shirt until it’s already being pushed off his shoulders. His muscles tense as she traces her fingers across the length of his arms while guiding the fabric down. His hands trail down her waist and then slip underneath the shirt, caressing her heated skin. He glances down and sees that she had left on the underwear she had been wearing that morning.
“Can I take this off?” he asks, tugging at the hem of it. Junmyeon looks so flustered from the kiss, her eyes bleary and her cheeks flushed. She nods, lifting her arms as he pulls at the shirt so that he can get it over her head. “You know,” he breathes between heavy kisses. “When you first walked out of the house this morning, I couldn’t even breathe. If you had told me right then what you wanted, we wouldn’t have made it to school.”
He feels her smiling against his lips until he leaves them and licks a trail down the length of her neck. As he licks against the edge of the cups of her bra, tracing against the swell of her breasts, he feels her breathing shakily. He brings a hand up to press down gently against her right breast as he mouths at the other through the lacy fabric. He pulls at the fabric on the right, thumbing lightly over her nipple and relishing in the way her entire body trembles at his touch. He moves over and licks where his thumb had been, reaching into the other cup with his entire hand to palm at her breast. Her back curves to lift her chest closer to his mouth, and he uses the opportunity to reach behind her and unclasp her bra. He guides the straps down the lengths of her arms, but her hands keep the cups on her chest.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, sitting back a bit.
“Nothing, I just-” Junmyeon mumbles. “This is...this is a push-up bra, it’s just going to be disappointing when it comes off.”
Jongin doesn’t say anything in response, simply lifts her hands away, tosses the bra aside, and licks a path across both nipples. “Everything about you is perfect,” he assures her, before taking her right nipple into his mouth and biting teasingly. The whimper she lets out as pleasure courses through her body is a pretty sure sign that her insecurities have been forgotten. As Jongin continues to mouth at her chest, he trails a hand from her knee to her inner thigh, tracing patterns on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Every few seconds he lets his patterns cross over to the other thigh, leading his hand to press lightly against the damp patch on her purple thong.
“Jongin,” she whimpers. That’s all the encouragement he takes to forget the playful teasing and to press his thumb down firmly on her clit through the fabric. Her back arches and her lips part as she tries to remember to breathe, and Jongin’s thumb rubs a few more circles over her clit through the fabric before pushing the lace to the side and touching her bare skin. Sweat is building up in the hollows of her collarbones and on the sides of her face, and as Jongin slides a single finger into her, he can’t help but pause to admire how absolutely wrecked she looks. He slips a second finger in, continuing to rub circles into her clit with his thumb. He pushes a third in, but keeps them still, only his thumb moving quickly across her clit. She calls his name again, but he doesn’t move his other fingers. Frustrated, she shifts her body down the bed and fucks herself down onto his hand. He watches with hooded eyes as she gyrates against his fingers and palms at her own chest.
“Jun,” he rasps.
“I’m close,” she manages to say through shaky breaths. “I’m so close, please-”
He doesn’t wait for anything more than that. Her slow gyrations are replaced with movements from him, fucking his fingers quickly into her as his thumb continues to rub at her clit. Barely a few seconds pass before he feels her walls tightening, and she’s writhing against him with her hands fisted in the sheets. It lasts just for a moment, but as she’s tossed into bliss it feels like an eternity. Jongin takes his fingers out and leans in to kiss her as she comes down from her high. When it seems like her breathing is evening out, his lips are gone from hers. They press against the curve of her jaw, her collarbone, a cheeky lick to her nipple, down her abdomen, against her navel, at the meeting of her thigh and pelvis, and, finally, finally, finally, Jongin presses his lips against her clitoris. She lets out a squeak that would have embarrassed her in any other situation as he parts his lips and sucks her clit into his mouth, tongue swiping against it every few seconds. She whines when he lets go but he’s not gone for long, pressing his tongue into her as he brings his fingers up to rub at her clit. She reaches her second orgasm of the night with a cry of Jongin’s name and a loud moan that made her thankful for her busy parents.
He kisses her again until she’s breathing normally, the taste of her come strong on his tongue. When he feels her calm down, he starts to move back down to eat her out again, but she slips her arms under his and tugs him up, flipping him over so that he lands on his back with an “oof”. For someone who he had just eaten out, she looked irresistibly adorable, smiling sweetly as she gave his nose a quick peck. He laughs, reciprocating with a barrage of kisses to anywhere on her face he could reach. He’s enjoying their game so much that she wrestles him out of his pants with him barely even noticing.
“You have a short attention span,” she teases.
He’s about to reply, but then she slips a hand under the elastic of his boxers and takes a light grip of his dick and all his words are gone. She tugs them further down so that she can get a better hold, fingers curling around the base. As she begins to pump him gently, he throws his head back on the bed, exposing the column of his neck for her to lick. She can feel the vibrations on her tongue as he lets out a loud moan. Copying his technique, she traces her tongue down his body to where her hand is moving quickly across his shaft. As her hand moves down, she moves in to lick the head, eventually sucking the entire tip into her mouth. Jongin’s hand tangles into her hair and presses down encouragingly, prompting her to take as much of him as she can into her mouth. It takes just a few hard sucks to have him moaning her name and spilling into her open mouth, some of the come dripping on to her chest. He doesn’t hesitate to lean in and lick it away.
They lay there together for a while, catching their breath.
“I don’t think you should wear that skirt in public ever again,” Jongin says.
“Wasn’t planning to.”
“But, you know, if you wanted to keep it to wear on other occassions, I’m definitely not going to oppose.”
I am a simple potato, please do not judge me too harshly for shitty porn. I hope this was okay, sorry if it's not what you wanted, OP! Let me know what you guys think~ ^^
Author: dinosaur_smile ( exothermiac)
Pairing: Sukai (Fem!Suho)
Rating: NC-17 (sessy times)
Word count: ~6K
written for this prompt on exopromptmeme - i hope you like it~!
From the eyes of every girl at school, Kim Junmyeon has it all. She’s never been seen with her hair less than perfectly coiffed, her skin is radiant without a single swipe of makeup, her tiny frame is delicate and dainty, and, most importantly, she is hardly ever seen away from Kim Jongin’s side.
When they walked into the cafeteria together everyday, Jongin beaming happily with Junmyeon’s books tucked under one arm and Junmyeon herself tucked under the other arm, her small hand clutching lightly at the sleeve of his navy blazer, every girl breathed a sigh of jealousy.
“It’s not fair,” Tao moans into her friend Kris’s shoulder, ignoring Kris’s fidgeting as she continues to fight her off to get a French fry into her mouth. “Why does she get to have such a hot boyfriend?”
“I dunno,” Kris replies intelligently, inhaling another fry.
“I heard they don’t even do it. If I were Kim Junmyeon, I would be fucking him all day and all night.”
As Tao continues whining at Kris, at the table behind them Junmyeon’s eyes narrow as she overhears Tao’s comment. She glances at Jongin, who is thoroughly engrossed in reading over her English essay, and her glare softens. She watches her sweet, sweet boyfriend as he helps her with yet another homework assignment, poring carefully over every detail. He’s always so eager to help. She hasn’t carried her own books since they started dating months ago, and he’s always at her door in the mornings to drive her to school, and waiting by her locker after the last bell to drive her home. But the soft kisses he presses to her forehead whenever he says goodbye and the warmth of his palm against hers as he walks her from class to class leave her longing for more touches.
She’s a pretty girl, she’s sure of it. All the boys at school lust after her, eyes lingering when her skirt flutters up and hands straying towards exposed skin. But she’s never caught Jongin looking at her lustfully before. He’s looked at her plenty of times before, and she’s seen many things in his eyes. Admiration - yes, affection - yes, maybe even love. But never once lust.
She pouts as she considers the possibility that he’s gay, but shakes it away. It’s more than likely that the problem is that he doesn’t see her as anything more than cute.
That’s easy enough to fix.
“Hey, can I get your notes from English? I may or may not have slept through the whole lecture, but honestly who gives a shit about Hamlet? Until he actually fucks his mom, I don’t want to hear about his whining anymore-”
Junmyeon shuts Sehun up by thrusting a notebook into her chest, not failing to notice that the top four buttons had been undone. “Really, Hun?” she asks judgementally.
Sehun follows Junmyeon’s line of sight down to her chest before shrugging. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.” She stuffs the notebook into her backpack before turning back up to look Junmyeon over. “You know, you’ve definitely got something. I don’t know what you’re doing wearing those stupid knee-length skirts and ascots and shit.”
Junmyeon wriggles, uncomfortably self-conscious with Sehun’s eyes on her. “I dress how the school handbook tells us to dress,” she tries to argue.
“We have a handbook?” Sehun asks, surprised. “Never mind that. Why don’t you have the boyfriend drop you off at my house after school today? I’m sure we could find something a little more…” she reaches over to tug up the hem of Junmyeon’s skirt, eliciting an indignant yelp, “-scandalous.”
Sehun turns on her heel as soon as she hears her boyfriend Luhan calling her name, leaving Junmyeon standing as still as a statue in a cloud of Sehun’s sickeningly sweet body spray. She watches as Luhan reaches under Sehun’s much-too-short skirt to give her ass a teasing squeeze right in the middle of the hallway. Maybe Sehun does have a thing or two to teach her.
“What time would you like for me to come pick you up?” Jongin asks, turning down the volume of the radio so that Junmyeon can hear him.
“I can get a ride home from Sehun,” Junmyeon assures him, leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for driving me here.”
“Anytime.”
“Hi Junmyeon, Hi Jongin!” Sehun chirps, practically prancing down her driveway before poking her head into the window on Junmyeon’s side. “Thanks so much for driving her over, Jongin! I don’t know what I would do if she hadn’t offered to tutor me in math.”
“Oh, Junmyeon didn’t tell me she was here to tutor you. That’s so sweet of you, Junmyeon.”
Junmyeon tries to mask her surprise as an angelic smile. She opens the door, making sure to smack Sehun with it discretely. “Thanks again, Jongin! I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”
Sehun waves and smiles alongside Junmyeon until Jongin’s Camry is long gone.
“Finally, I’ve been waiting ages! I got everything ready for you.”
The boldness Junmyeon felt when she accepted Sehun’s invitation is starting to wane, and she’s more than a little scared as she steps into Sehun’s bedroom and sees all sorts of clothes strewn across the floor.
She pokes at some strip of leather that she would assume was a belt if she were anywhere else but Sehun’s room - here, it was more than likely something Sehun would try to pass off as a skirt.
“You’re not going to make me wear this, are you?”
Sehun snorts. “You’ve got a nice rack, but you don’t have the ass to pull that off. Let’s just get your toes in the water before we do a cannonball.” She holds out her hands.
“What are you doing?” Junmyeon asks, staring blankly at Sehun’s outstretched hands.
“Strip,” she commands.
“This is getting my toes in the water?” Junmyeon squeaks, trying futilely to bat away Sehun’s hands as they pry the buttons of her shirt free. Sehun wrestles the skirt off of her too, leaving Junmyeon huddled in a corner wearing nothing but her plain white underwear set. Her attempts to cover herself with just her hands are useless, but to her relief, Sehun’s attention isn’t on her.
“I’d really appreciate it if you’d stop looking at me like I’m going to have sex with you,” Sehun comments dryly as she slips a pair of glasses on and sits down in front of a sewing machine Junmyeon had failed to notice when she walked in. “Why do you look so surprised? Who do you think tailors my school skirts to be so shirt, my mom?”
The sound of the machine whirring is all that breaks through the silence in the room. Sehun, who is usually loud and rambunctious wherever she goes, is uncharacteristically concentrated, hands carefully guiding the fabric of Junmyeon’s skirt under the needle.
“Done!” she declares, tugging the skirt free from the machine and setting her glasses down on the table. “Try it on.”
Junmyeon does as she’s told, and she tries her hardest to suppress the horrified gasp that threatens to come out when she realizes that there’s half as much fabric as there had been before, barely enough to cover the bottom of her ass. “Sehun!”
“What? You look so hot. If I were as much of a lesbian as Kris, I’d be all over you right now. Okay, put your shirt back on and leave the top few undone. And by few, I don’t mean one.”
“You’re not doing anything to my shirt?”
“Uh, greedy, much? I just worked my butt off to get your butt out of that skirt, look how well it fits you. I should really be on Project Runway.”
“Why did I have to take my shirt off if you were just going to sew my skirt?”
Sehun pauses. “I dunno. You’d just look silly wearing nothing but a shirt. I will cut off the top three buttons though, I don’t want to risk you chickening out.”
Junmyeon has never been so grateful that her parents were always on business trips. Even though she’s sure she’s home alone, she skitters through the house as if she were afraid to get caught by someone in her tiny skirt and revealing shirt. She stops by the door to put her shoes on, breath catching in her throat as she straightens up and sees her reflection. She’s really regretting taking Sehun’s makeup advice now that she can see how smoldering her eyes seem to be with the thick rims of brown eyeshadow and black eyeliner around them. She looks like she’s about to go to work on the corner, not to first period Algebra. She shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath, desperate to calm herself. Her phone buzzes from inside her backpack, the text from Jongin to let her know he’s on the other side of the door. She glares at her reflection with determination and turns the doorknob. She swings it open, almost knocking over Jongin, who’s standing by the door looking down at his phone. It clatters to the floor.
“Oh, sorry! I was just about to call you, I thought you might still be asleep,” he jabbers as he picks his phone up and quickly checks to see that it’s not broken. “Are you ready to-”
When he finally focuses on her, his eyes almost bulge out of their sockets, just like her chest is bulging out of the lacy dark purple bra he can actually see the edge of from beneath her low neckline. She feels a bit of pride bubbling up within when his eyes trail down the length of her legs, his mouth hanging slightly open. He snaps out of it suddenly, taking a hasty step back. “Sorry! Um...are you...uh...are you...uh…”
“Ready to go?” Junmyeon fills in for him, her husky voice surprising even herself.
“Mhm,” Jongin replies, rubbing at the back of his head. “Uh...I think you might have...uh...gotten taller, maybe? I don’t...uh...it’s just that…”
“Sehun spilled some soda on my skirt, so I borrowed one of hers,” Junmyeon lies with ease. She sighs internally - the last thing she needs is to develop a personality like Sehun’s to match the wardrobe.
“You didn’t have any at home?” Jongin asks.
“All in the wash,” Junmyeon lies again. “We should hurry.”
Junmyeon scurries ahead, pretending not to notice that Jongin’s forgotten to take her backpack for the first time. Jongin, on the other hand, is pretending not to notice the way her poor excuse for a skirt is just slightly caught in the backpack he had forgotten about, lifting just enough to give him a look at more pale skin than he had been ready to handle. As she bends over to put her backpack in the car, it lifts even higher, and Jongin appreciates the fact that she matched her bra to her thong today. He’s also screaming internally.
“Hey,” Junmyeon calls through the window. “Are you okay?”
When she leans over to reach her head through the window, Jongin catches another glimpse of the purple of her bra, and he’s come to realize that every time she moves at all he’s going to have to steel every part of his body to fight against the urge to just push the carseat down so that he can hop on top of her and just -
“Jongin?” When he comes out of his train of thought, Jongin sees her eyes, softened with worry, and even through all the makeup he can see his beloved Junmyeon, as kind and gentle as ever. She is still the most innocent girl on the planet, regardless of what Sehun’s dressed her in. He nods and gets into the car without a word.
When he finally pulls into his parking space after ten minutes of awkward silence broken only by the sound of Lady Gaga from the radio, Junmyeon is regretting not just her decision to listen to Sehun yesterday, but her decision to invite Sehun to play with her at recess when they were in kindergarten. What kind of a friend would drag her into this? Jongin is refusing to acknowledge the fact that she’s in the car, which is exactly the opposite of what she wanted. But then he takes the key out of the engine, reaches into the backseat for her backpack, and gets out of the car, circling it to open the door for her as always. As she gets out, flashing everyone walking through the parking lot, he helps her straighten out her clothes and then gives her the same soft kiss on the forehead that she gets every morning, and she suddenly feels disgusting. How could she have expected her sweet boyfriend to fall for the same tricks Sehun’s oaf of a football player boyfriend did?
She’s blinking back tears now, but Jongin’s walking too far ahead of her to notice. He holds the door open for her, staring distractedly into the distance as she moves past him.
As soon as she’s through the doors, wolf whistles and cat calls break out. She puts her head down and tries to shuffle to her locker without being noticed, but all the jocks seem to have congregated in this hallway today, and they’re not going to let her off easy. She dodges grabby hands and ignores sexual comments, focusing on just getting her locker open. Once she does, she realizes that she doesn’t even have books to put in her locker - she had never gotten her bag back from Jongin. But she’s drowning in a sea of Axe body spray and letterman varsity jackets and Jongin’s nowhere to be seen. She doesn’t think she’d ever be able to call his name loudly enough to be heard over the noise they’re making.
Park Chanyeol, the alpha-male quarterback, is coming out of nowhere, and his mouth is moving like he’s talking, but she can’t tell what he’s saying over the noise, and she’s somewhat glad for that considering the lewd facial expressions he’s making. He reaches a hand out to skate under her skirt, and before she can even react, the hand is pinned against a locker.
“Don’t fucking touch her.” Jongin’s voice is quiet but seething, audible now that the entire hallway has gone quiet due to the shock of seeing the big man Chanyeol subdued by the quiet guy who sits in the back of every class staring dreamily out the window. Junmyeon’s quite horrified at this point, because anyone with eyes could tell that Chanyeol’s overbearing frame could twist Jongin into a human pretzel and devour him for lunch, but something about the fire in Jongin’s eyes makes Chanyeol back off slowly with a mumbled apology in Junmyeon’s direction. Jongin pries Junmyeon’s locker door open and places her backpack in it so that he can shrug out of his blazer and place it on her shoulders. He may not be tall compared to Chanyeol the giant, but the blazer that fits him snugly is so big on Junmyeon that it goes far past her tiny skirt, offering her a little more protection from the leers of the boys that continue to litter the hallway as she walks to class alone.
Despite the coverage from Jongin’s blazer, the boys in her class all stare at her, aware of what she was wearing underneath thanks to the high school rumor mill. She continues to take notes as usually, pretending not to notice how there are eyes tracing over every inch of her exposed skin.
The bell rings for lunch, to her relief, and she gathers her things, ignoring the catcalls when she bends over to pick up a dropped pencil. She stands outside her classroom, watching carefully for Jongin, but he’s nowhere to be found as students flood the hallways and filter into the cafeteria. She waits until the hallway is near empty and then reluctantly follows, searching one last time for Jongin. He’s not in the cafeteria either, she notices as she stands in the middle of the crowded room searching for him, a tray of macaroni and cheese balanced in her hands. Eventually, she settles down across the table from Sehun, who stops making out with Luhan long enough to say hello.
“Oh, hey!” Luhan says, breaking away from Sehun for a moment. “Junmyeon, right? I need to apologize for Chanyeol. I heard he got a little handsy this morning. You take a few too many balls to the head and you don’t really think straight anymore, you know?”
Junmyeon blinks at him uncomprehendingly. She’d been pretty sure that he didn’t even know her name. “Thanks,” she says.
He smiles before diving headfirst into Sehun’s open mouth. Junmyeon averts her eyes. The macaroni on her plate is only slightly less disgusting than what’s going on across the table.
“Oh,” Sehun pants, disturbingly breathless. “You look really good, I forgot to tell you! Glad to see you figured out the smokey eye.”
“Thanks,” Junmyeon mutters, poking at the macaroni to see if it’ll fight back.
“So where’s Jongin then? Has he already made a move?”
Junmyeon shakes her head. “He hasn’t really talked to me today.”
Sehun pouts. “I gave bad advice?” she says, sounding genuinely remorseful.
“It’s not really your fault. I should have known better than to take advice from you. The last time I did, I ended up with a broken arm.”
The bell rings, and Junmyeon tosses her macaroni into the trash, resigning herself to a growling stomach.
She hesitates in front of the door to her next class, then turns and heads towards the nurses’ office, excusing herself for the rest of the day with sad puppy dog eyes and a flimsy explanation of period cramps. It’s harder to walk home than it used to be now that she’s been spoiled with daily drives, but she makes it there just fine, collapsing into bed with a huff. She opens her backpack to get her homework done and out of the way, and finds a bundle of white fabric stuffed in it. She tugs it out and recognizes it immediately as the shirt Jongin keeps in his gym locker in case some douche pours soda on him again.
He must have left for the locker room as soon as they got to school to get it, leaving her alone in the hallway. By the time he got back, she’d already been cornered by Park Chanyeol, and he’d improvised by giving her his blazer. What she had interpreted as him being angry had just been him being as helpful as he always was. He was always so sweet and kind and caring, and he had given her everything a girl could ever want, and here she was asking him for more.
She sheds Sehun’s altered uniform quickly and pulls the t-shirt on over her head, worming her way into her covers so that she can hibernate for a while and figure out a plan to transfer to a school where less than half of the students had seen her butt.
He’s told her a thousand and one times to be careful to lock the front door, especially when she’s home alone, but, as he finds out when he tries to doorknob, she’s forgotten again. He frowns as he closes it behind him, making sure to twist the lock before he walks away. It’s not safe for a girl to be alone at home with the door open for any criminals to walk in.
Jongin slips out of his shoes and makes his way up the stairs, calling Junmyeon’s name softly. He pushes the door to her room open, and finds it completely dark. He can hear her breathing softly, though, and he realizes that she’s asleep. He fumbles around in the dark for the lamp switch, and waits for it to cast warm light across the bed so that he can find her forehead and press the back of his hand to it. He doesn’t feel a high temperature, to his relief. He’d been so worried when he’d finally finished helping his classmate with her homework fifteen minutes into lunch, and even more worried when she’d been absent from their usual table. He had gone through the hallways to look for her, waiting outside of the girls’ locker room in the hopes that she was just changing into the shirt he had given her, but she was really nowhere to be found. It wasn’t until the middle of the next class that he had overheard Tao and Kris talking about how she had been sent home sick. If he hadn’t had to get her homework for her, he would have gone to her house right then, but he waited until school ended.
But here she was, safe and sound, and, as far as he could tell, completely healthy, bundled up in her heavy comforter. He picks up the now infamous skimpy school uniform off the floor and hangs it up next to where she’s already hung up his blazer. There’s a discarded makeup wipe on the bedside table, almost completely covered in black, which he tosses into the garbage bin. He takes the notes from the classes she had missed and leaves them on her impeccably organized desk, taking a moment to pick up the framed picture of the two of them on their first date.
“Jongin?” he hears a raspy voice call, and he’s so startled that he almost drops the picture on the floor. He catches it with his other hand and sets it back on the table.
“Hey!” he greets awkwardly, realizing that it was weird of him to just wander into her room while she was sleeping. “You, uh, left the front door unlocked, so I...uh...came in...because I heard you went home sick.”
She stares at him uncomprehendingly, still half-asleep.
“I brought you the notes from the last few classes. I got them from Sehun, though, so I don’t know how good they’ll be. I can always tutor you if the notes don’t make sense.”
She’s still groggy, rubbing at her eyes and trying to wrestle herself out of the blanket.
“Are you okay?” he asks, wringing his hands awkwardly as he waits for her to speak.
“It’s too hot,” she mumbles sleepily, finally freeing herself of her blanket. Jongin almost smiles when he sees that she’s wearing his t-shirt, but then she falls straight out of the bed, thrown off balance by all the flailing. He hurries forward to lift her up, letting her arms wrap around his shoulders so that he can put her back on the bed. When she flops back down onto the pillows, she drags him down too.
“I thought you were mad at me,” she mumbles after burying her face in his chest.
He brings a hand around to cup the back of her head. “Why would I be mad at you, Jun-bug?”
She rolls her eyes at the name, but it brings a smile to her lips all the same. “Because I dressed like a hooker and got felt up in the hallway by Park Chanyeol.”
“Okay, first of all, I was there for that, and I definitely saw you asking him not to touch you. Second, you can wear whatever you want, you’re still my Jun-bug.”
“Stop calling me that, my mom calls me that,” Junmyeon whines, playfully smacking his chest.
“Jun-bug, have you done your homework yet?” he teases, pitching his voice to sound startlingly similar to her mother. “Jun-bug, don’t forget to brush your teeth!”
Junmyeon laughs unflatteringly loudly, swatting at Jongin until he gathers both of her wrists into one of his hands and uses the other to brush the hair out of her face. “Are you going to tell me why you let Sehun dress you?”
She groans embarrassedly, covering her face with the hands that are still caught in his grip.
“Tell me,” he urges.
“Only if you tell me why you don’t think I’m pretty.” She means for it to be playful, but the way Jongin’s face drops makes it clear that she’s started something serious.
“What could ever make you think like that?” he says after an uncomfortably long pause. “Who’s been telling you that you’re not beautiful?”
The anger in his voice makes Junmyeon withdraw a little bit, but he still has a tight grip on her wrists. “No one,” she answers in a small voice. “It’s just that…”
“Just what?”
“Never mind.” Junmyeon tries to roll away, but Jongin pulls her back and nudges at her insistently. “It’s just that you never seem to be attracted to me!”
It’s out in the open now, and Jongin looks as if he’s been slapped. “What?”
“Luhan is always all over Sehun, and you’ve never even kissed me on the lips, and I think he might have swallowed some of her teeth today because I had to sit next to them at lunch and that was really gross, I don’t want that much, but I do want slightly less of it.”
Jongin is staring at her in a way that unsettles her stomach, and she’s about ready to leap out her bedroom window and sprint to Canada. “I was waiting for you to make the decision,” he answers sheepishly. “I didn’t want to rush into things and then have you regret it.”
“I’ve made the decision,” she says in a voice that is barely audible.
She doesn’t have a full second to think before Jongin’s rolling over and pinning her beneath his body. “Are you sure?” he asks, lips brushing against the skin of her jawline as he speaks. When she nods, the movement presses her skin firmly against Jongin’s lips, and he’s quick to take advantage of it, leaving behind a trail of kisses before he finally gets to her lips. She really wasn’t lying when she said that it was hot in her room - her skin was scorching to the touch. He darts his tongue out to touch her lips so that she’ll part them. He becomes so engrossed in the kiss that he fails to notice that she’s been working at the buttons of his shirt until it’s already being pushed off his shoulders. His muscles tense as she traces her fingers across the length of his arms while guiding the fabric down. His hands trail down her waist and then slip underneath the shirt, caressing her heated skin. He glances down and sees that she had left on the underwear she had been wearing that morning.
“Can I take this off?” he asks, tugging at the hem of it. Junmyeon looks so flustered from the kiss, her eyes bleary and her cheeks flushed. She nods, lifting her arms as he pulls at the shirt so that he can get it over her head. “You know,” he breathes between heavy kisses. “When you first walked out of the house this morning, I couldn’t even breathe. If you had told me right then what you wanted, we wouldn’t have made it to school.”
He feels her smiling against his lips until he leaves them and licks a trail down the length of her neck. As he licks against the edge of the cups of her bra, tracing against the swell of her breasts, he feels her breathing shakily. He brings a hand up to press down gently against her right breast as he mouths at the other through the lacy fabric. He pulls at the fabric on the right, thumbing lightly over her nipple and relishing in the way her entire body trembles at his touch. He moves over and licks where his thumb had been, reaching into the other cup with his entire hand to palm at her breast. Her back curves to lift her chest closer to his mouth, and he uses the opportunity to reach behind her and unclasp her bra. He guides the straps down the lengths of her arms, but her hands keep the cups on her chest.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, sitting back a bit.
“Nothing, I just-” Junmyeon mumbles. “This is...this is a push-up bra, it’s just going to be disappointing when it comes off.”
Jongin doesn’t say anything in response, simply lifts her hands away, tosses the bra aside, and licks a path across both nipples. “Everything about you is perfect,” he assures her, before taking her right nipple into his mouth and biting teasingly. The whimper she lets out as pleasure courses through her body is a pretty sure sign that her insecurities have been forgotten. As Jongin continues to mouth at her chest, he trails a hand from her knee to her inner thigh, tracing patterns on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Every few seconds he lets his patterns cross over to the other thigh, leading his hand to press lightly against the damp patch on her purple thong.
“Jongin,” she whimpers. That’s all the encouragement he takes to forget the playful teasing and to press his thumb down firmly on her clit through the fabric. Her back arches and her lips part as she tries to remember to breathe, and Jongin’s thumb rubs a few more circles over her clit through the fabric before pushing the lace to the side and touching her bare skin. Sweat is building up in the hollows of her collarbones and on the sides of her face, and as Jongin slides a single finger into her, he can’t help but pause to admire how absolutely wrecked she looks. He slips a second finger in, continuing to rub circles into her clit with his thumb. He pushes a third in, but keeps them still, only his thumb moving quickly across her clit. She calls his name again, but he doesn’t move his other fingers. Frustrated, she shifts her body down the bed and fucks herself down onto his hand. He watches with hooded eyes as she gyrates against his fingers and palms at her own chest.
“Jun,” he rasps.
“I’m close,” she manages to say through shaky breaths. “I’m so close, please-”
He doesn’t wait for anything more than that. Her slow gyrations are replaced with movements from him, fucking his fingers quickly into her as his thumb continues to rub at her clit. Barely a few seconds pass before he feels her walls tightening, and she’s writhing against him with her hands fisted in the sheets. It lasts just for a moment, but as she’s tossed into bliss it feels like an eternity. Jongin takes his fingers out and leans in to kiss her as she comes down from her high. When it seems like her breathing is evening out, his lips are gone from hers. They press against the curve of her jaw, her collarbone, a cheeky lick to her nipple, down her abdomen, against her navel, at the meeting of her thigh and pelvis, and, finally, finally, finally, Jongin presses his lips against her clitoris. She lets out a squeak that would have embarrassed her in any other situation as he parts his lips and sucks her clit into his mouth, tongue swiping against it every few seconds. She whines when he lets go but he’s not gone for long, pressing his tongue into her as he brings his fingers up to rub at her clit. She reaches her second orgasm of the night with a cry of Jongin’s name and a loud moan that made her thankful for her busy parents.
He kisses her again until she’s breathing normally, the taste of her come strong on his tongue. When he feels her calm down, he starts to move back down to eat her out again, but she slips her arms under his and tugs him up, flipping him over so that he lands on his back with an “oof”. For someone who he had just eaten out, she looked irresistibly adorable, smiling sweetly as she gave his nose a quick peck. He laughs, reciprocating with a barrage of kisses to anywhere on her face he could reach. He’s enjoying their game so much that she wrestles him out of his pants with him barely even noticing.
“You have a short attention span,” she teases.
He’s about to reply, but then she slips a hand under the elastic of his boxers and takes a light grip of his dick and all his words are gone. She tugs them further down so that she can get a better hold, fingers curling around the base. As she begins to pump him gently, he throws his head back on the bed, exposing the column of his neck for her to lick. She can feel the vibrations on her tongue as he lets out a loud moan. Copying his technique, she traces her tongue down his body to where her hand is moving quickly across his shaft. As her hand moves down, she moves in to lick the head, eventually sucking the entire tip into her mouth. Jongin’s hand tangles into her hair and presses down encouragingly, prompting her to take as much of him as she can into her mouth. It takes just a few hard sucks to have him moaning her name and spilling into her open mouth, some of the come dripping on to her chest. He doesn’t hesitate to lean in and lick it away.
They lay there together for a while, catching their breath.
“I don’t think you should wear that skirt in public ever again,” Jongin says.
“Wasn’t planning to.”
“But, you know, if you wanted to keep it to wear on other occassions, I’m definitely not going to oppose.”
I am a simple potato, please do not judge me too harshly for shitty porn. I hope this was okay, sorry if it's not what you wanted, OP! Let me know what you guys think~ ^^