never in a million years
Title: never in a million years
Fandom: exo
Pairing: kris/girl!junmyeon
Word count: ~ 5,000
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: girl!exo, sex
Summary: Kris is gonna need something to remember Junmyeon by if they’re gonna be apart at different colleges for the next four years.
A/N: so my beta pointed out that all my exo stories seem as though they’re based in America at like American high school and college and well idk I guess it’s because that’s how I grew up and therefore what I am familiar with but I’ve never really thought about where exactly my stories are set but I guess somewhere in American then??
prequel 1
prequel 2
sequel
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“Both schools sent me emails today asking about a decision from me,” Junmyeon mutters, scrolling through the emails she received on her phone during the school day. “I need to make up my mind soon.”
“Well, if I were you-”
“I know, Kris,” Junmyeon cuts him off, sighing. “I know.”
“Come on, Jun,” Kris basically pleads, looking over at her and pouting when he stops his car at the red light. “I feel like this decision shouldn’t be that hard.”
“Don’t try to guilt me, Kris,” Junmyeon warns, glaring at him. “You know I’d love to just accept my spot at the public school with you, but the private one has a really, really amazing music department, and I’m getting a better financial aid package with them.”
“Yeah, but I’m not going to be there,” Kris points out, looking away to return his eyes to the road now that the light is green again. "What about my package?"
“You're gross. And come on, the schools are only a few hours drive away from each other,” Junmyeon reminds him. “It’s not like we’d never be able to see each other again or anything.”
“I wanna be able to see you every day, though, Junmyeon,” Kris admits, cheeks reddening when he realizes just how embarrassingly needy he sounds.
“Aw, you’re so sweet,” Junmyeon coos, reaching over and pinching one of her boyfriend’s blushing cheeks. “But I need to base this important life decision around something more than just a silly boy.”
Kris pulls his car into his driveway and puts it into park before turning to look at her and pout once more.
Junmyeon sighs. “I promise I’m taking you into account with this decision,” she admits before opening up the passenger door and hopping out. Walking over to Kris’s side, she immediately grabs his hand and rubs comforting circles with her thumb as they walk up to his front door. “It’s just, there’s a lot to consider, Kris.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” Kris apologizes as he unlocks the door, pushing it open and pulling Junmyeon inside with him. “I just hate thinking about being so apart from you, Junmyeon.”
“We’ll figure out what we have to when the time comes,” Junmyeon tells him, then glances around and asks, “Where’s your mom?”
“I think she said she was going with my step dad to some employee event at his work today, and that they won't be back til kinda late,” Kris tells her, shrugging. “So Luhan told me he and Minseok would be here at about four to work on the project.”
“Okay, cool,” Junmyeon nods. “Well, we should probably get started on it now anyway to have something to work off of once they get here.”
Kris nods and leads her upstairs to his room, where they begin working on the group project they got assigned that day in their history class. Their teacher was cool enough to let them pick their own groups, so naturally they paired up with Luhan and Minseok for it. The two of them spend some time trying to figure out what historical event they were going to pick, but they were worried about making this decision without the input of their other group members.
“Luhan just texted me saying he and Minseok aren’t coming over anymore,” Kris tells Junmyeon after checking the message he just received on his phone.
“Why not?” she asks.
“He didn’t say, just that they weren’t coming anymore.” Kris shrugs.
“Well, they better not end up making us do all the work for this,” Junmyeon says, figuring they’ll just have to start the project on a later date then.
“Will you look over my Spanish homework instead then?” Kris asks her, pulling out some sheets of paper from one of his school folders.
“Let me see,” Junmyeon says, walking over from her place at his desk chair over to where Kris is sitting with his books strewn across his bed. She sits on the edge, taking the paper from him and scanning over his answers.
“Half of these are wrong,” she lets him know, shaking her head. “The positive ones are all correct for the most part…except for the irregulars. But negative commands are different, you can’t just stick the ‘no’ in front of the positive way of conjugating it.”
Kris just stares at her blankly.
“Like, if I tell you ‘halba en español’ that is me commanding you ‘speak in Spanish,’ Junmyeon tries to explain it as straightforwardly as possible. “But I can’t just say ‘no habla en español’ if I am commanding you ‘don’t speak in Spanish.’ I would have to say ‘no hables en español.’ See, it’s a different conjugation.”
“Ugh, pero no quiero hablar en español,” Kris mumbles, not wanting to bother with the complicated language. “Es muy difícil.”
“Pero, mira, estás hablando muy bien,” Junmyeon compliments him. “I know it’s a bit tricky at first, you just have to get the gist of it down and then you’re golden.”
“How did you get so good at Spanish?” Kris asks her, erasing his original answers on the worksheet to correct them.
“I’m really not that good,” Junmyeon admits, having only taken a couple years of mediocre high school classes. “But when I was doing my Spanish credits I had a tutor whose native language was Spanish so that probably helped a lot.”
Kris finishes up fixing his answers and gives the paper back to Junmyeon to look over once more. She corrects just the one irregular that wasn’t right, and tells him, “it all looks good. Any questions?”
“Yeah, why are you so perfect at everything?” Kris asks, sounding honestly curious.
Junmyeon scoffs and shakes her head. “Hardly.”
“No seriously,” Kris insists, then stumbles a little when he tells her, “eres perfecto.”
Junmyeon giggles a little bit, letting him know, “well, actually you’d have to say ‘perfecta since I’m female-”
“See!” Kris points out. “You just, like, know everything.”
“No.” Junmyeon shakes her head, not feeling worthy of that sort of praise.
“Bésame,” Kris suddenly commands, and Junmyeon looks over at him, surprised.
“What?” Junmyeon looks over at him, confused at the sudden change of subject.
“Por…favor?” Kris asks, suddenly seeming self-conscious. “I’m sick of Spanish, Junmyeon, let’s just make out or something.”
Junmyeon rolls her eyes, muttering, “You’re such a teenage boy,” but willingly crawls up onto the bed, shoving Kris’s school books onto the floor before finding her place atop his lap and pressing their lips together.
Naturally, seeing as they are a teenage boy and an equally hormonal teenage girl, the making out soon progresses to curious hands finding their way around each other’s bodies while articles of clothing are finding their way to the floor. Kris is left in just his jeans and boxers now, balancing himself on his forearms over Junmyeon, who is lying beneath him in just her tank top and panties.
“These are cute,” Kris mumbles, tracing his right index finger against the hem of her daisy patterned underwear.
Junmyeon smiles against his lips, tracing her hands lightly up and down his back. "You can take them off if you want," she tells him, feeling goosebumps on his skin where her fingers are touching, and enjoys the fact that she has this sort of an effect on him.
Kris complies, hooking his fingers completely into Junmyeon’s panties, tugging them down over her hips. He edges down the bed as he pulls the panties down her thighs, past her knees and finally onto the floor, climbing off the bed totally to walk across the room to his desk. He begins searching for something in one of his drawers, and Junmyeon just watches as he pulls out a condom. However, instead of joining her back on the bed like she assumed he would, he sits at his desk chair, in front of his laptop and begins fiddling around on it.
“Kris?” she questions, lying there half-dressed and already slightly worked up while Kris just seemingly ignores her.
“One sec, babe,” he mutters, then clears his throat.
Junmyeon sits up on her elbows, craning her neck to try and see what Kris could possibly be doing right now. But then he’s standing up off the desk chair, turning around and walking back over to his bed, laptop open in his hands this time.
“Uh, what…?” Junmyeon trails off as she watches Kris place his laptop on the side of his bed, set up right next to Junmyeon. She also noticed how the camera feature is on, displaying the shot of her lying down on his bed in real time. “Kris, what are you-?”
He presses the mouse once more before settling back into his place between her legs and leaning down to join their mouths together. Junmyeon can’t get into it, though, eyes still cast to the side, staring at his computer screen. Her eyes suddenly widen and she shoves at Kris’s chest to put some distance between them, looking up at him and demanding, “Are you…are you recording this, Kris?”
He has the audacity to look a little bit sheepish, eyes darting away from hers as he mumbles, “Maybe.” He clears his throat. “I mean, I’m gonna need something to remember you by if we’re gonna be apart at different colleges for the next four years, Junmyeon.”
“I…I’m not about to make a fucking sex tape, Kris.” Junmyeon shakes her head vehemently. “Turn it off, Kris.”
“It’s not a sex tape, Jun,” Kris denies, catching her wrist that she extends out to try and stop it from recording anymore. “It’s just a…home video.”
“Of us having sex,” Junmyeon points out. “So yeah, it’s a sex tape.”
“Nobody will ever see it but me,” Kris promises her, having the fucking nerve to pout and throw his puppy dog eyes at her now. “And you, if you want to.”
“God, Kris, it’s not even just that.” Junmyeon squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head. “There’s no way I’m gonna be able to feel comfortable having sex with you knowing there’s a camera recording it.”
“Just pretend it’s not there,” Kris says, shrugging. “I mean, just pretend it’s like any regular time-”
“Kris?” a faint voice suddenly calls from downstairs.
“Holy shit,” Junmyeon whispers, staring up at Kris, shocked. “I thought you said your mom wouldn’t be home until way later.”
“Hold on,” Kris says, climbing off of the bed, throwing his shirt back on and walking out of his room, shutting the door behind him, since Junmyeon is, ya know, sorta half-naked on his bed and all. She feels her heart beating like crazy in her chest. Glancing to the side, she takes another look at Kris’s laptop screen, still capturing what is now just a shot of her lying there nervously while Kris is downstairs talking about God knows what with his mother.
Junmyeon gets this ridiculous thrilling feeling all of a sudden, over the idea of not only having sex with Kris and having it caught on camera, but of doing that whilst his mom is home, completely oblivious to their teenage indecency.
She tries to ignore the fact that she’s pretty sure she just got a little more wet thinking about it.
Her heart leaps into her throat when Kris’s bedroom door opens again, but thankfully it’s just him. He shuts and locks it behind him, immediately returning to the bed with her and letting her know in a soft voice, “so yeah, my mom dad and stepsister are all home now.”
“Ohmygod,” Junmyeon mutters, covering her face with her hands, because she’s ashamed that she’s even more excited now, knowing that there are multiple people in the house where she’s about to go through with something she deep down knows she shouldn’t but really, really wants to go through with.
“But I told them I was studying really hard for a test tomorrow,” he continues, “and so not to bother me. They have no clue you’re here or anything.”
Junmyeon groans, knowing she should be fervently trying to stop this whole situation from happening, yet in reality, just continues to lie there.
“We just have to be really quiet,” Kris says.
“I can’t believe this,” Junmyeon mutters, still hidden behind her hands.
“What?” Kris asks her, sounding concerned all of a sudden.
“I can’t believe,” Junmyeon whispers, uncovering her face and looking at Kris, “that I’m about to have sex with you while your entire family is home, and while you film the entire thing.”
Kris smirks down at her. “It’s kinda hot, huh?”
She punches him on the arm. “Pervert.”
“I mean,” Kris smirks at her before suddenly bringing one of his hands between them and running his fingers around in the wetness between her legs, “I think you’re just pretending that you’re more opposed to the idea of this than you really are.”
Junmyeon suppresses the moan she feels in the back of her throat, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
She doesn’t however, deny it, and so that seems to give Kris the green light to lean down and begin kissing her once more, fingers still prodding teasingly at her heated center. Junmyeon reaches up and places her hands on the sides of Kris’s shoulders, angling her head a little bit to fit their mouths better together. The grin she feels against her lips is not lost on her, and she sorta hates how Kris has this weird ability to get her to do things she never in a million years would think she’d be willing to do.
Kris suddenly removes himself from on top of her, climbing off the bed to unbuckle his pants and push them down his legs along with his boxers. Junmyeon watches, noting that he’s already half-hard, and feels herself swallow thickly. Her boyfriend leans back over her on the bed, but first reaches over and adjusts his laptop a little bit, so that they’re in the middle of the shot, before he goes back to kiss her once more. And then he sits back a bit, just tracing the skin at the bottom of Junmyeon’s stomach that her tank top isn’t covering, and she shivers a bit at his soft touch.
She props herself up into more of a sitting position, causing Kris to kneel upright between her legs, so that she can pull her tank top up over her head. She chucks that to the side and then reaches behind her to unlatch her bra, tossing that to join the rest of their discarded clothes.
Kris immediately pushes her back down gently onto the bed, pressing his lips to her once before he ducks lower and kisses the top of her left breast. Junmyeon arches her back a bit when he sucks it into his mouth, circling her nipple once before pressing his mouth against the skin on her stomach. Junmyeon relishes in the soft feeling of his lips against her skin, and brings her hands in to reach down and lightly grip at his cock, fully erect now as she strokes it.
“Mmm,” Kris mutters against her stomach, then looks up at her and says, “Quiero comer tu coño.”
“Ohmygod, what?” Junmyeon looks down at him, laughing more out of confusion than anything.
Kris shrugs and admits, “That means ‘I wanna eat your pussy,’ according to Google translate.”
Junmyeon laughs again, this time at how ridiculous her boyfriend can be sometimes, and suggests, “just stick to dirty talk in your native tongue, okay, babe?”
“Sticking my tongue in things is my specialty.” Kris saw the opportunity and took it, and Junmyeon would have rolled her eyes at what a dork he was sometimes, but instead feels her eyes roll towards the back of her head when Kris licks a stripe from the center of her pussy up to flick once at her clit.
Junmyeon bites her lip as Kris begins lapping at her, drawing lazy circles with his tongue around her button before kissing lightly down the middle of her lips. Her head falls to the side, and she’s suddenly bombarded with the image of her on Kris’s laptop screen, which admittedly she’d totally forgotten about. She can’t help the tingly feeling that runs through her body at the sight of Kris in between her legs like this. Her legs fall open slightly wider just as Kris sucks lightly at her clit just once. Grabbing at his hair, Junmyeon squeezes her eyes shut in pleasure, bucking her hips slightly into Kris’s face. He licks his way down and shoves his tongue as far into her as she can, and Junmyeon can’t help the little whimper that escapes from her mouth.
Kris’s tongue is suddenly no longer against her, and instead there’s a large hand cupped gently over her mouth. Junmyeon opens her eyes to find Kris hovering above her, laughing softly as he tells her, “you have to be quiet, baby, remember?”
Junmyeon giggles behind Kris’s hand and nods, promising she’ll try to make less noise.
Kris leans back on his knees again, reaching to the side to get the condom he’d left by the end of the bed. Junmyeon mindlessly brings her hand down, sliding her fingers against herself a few times while Kris rips open the condom package. “Here,” she says, holding her hand out. Kris gives the condom to her and she smiles at him and bites her lip once before gripping his dick, pumping it a few times. He groans and hovers back over her body, burying his head into the crook of her neck as she continues to just languidly work her hands against his erection. She rolls the condom down his length, placing a kiss against the top of his head as she adjusts him so that he’s lines up against her entrance.
“Stay quiet,” Kris reminds her as she places her right hand on his shoulder and wraps the other one around to rest on the small of his back. He slowly pushes himself inside her, and her hands both unconsciously ball tighter against his skin.
Kris goes slowly at first, rocking his hips in small circles as he thrusts in an out of her. Junmyeon thinks that he’s doing it on purpose, trying to get her to beg for more when they both know they need to keep as quiet as possible. Bringing her hand up, she cups at his face, turning it towards her own so that she can join their lips together once more. She licks her way into his mouth, running her tongue along the front of his bottom teeth. He groans and suddenly stops moving, just settled inside of her as she pushes her hips upward, trying to get coax him to keep going.
“Kris,” she whines when she pulls her lips away from his. “Fuck me already.”
Kris immediately angles himself up higher onto his hands, giving him more leverage before he begins driving into her, hard and fast this time. Junmyeon sucks in a breath at the suddenness of it, but relishes in the intense friction within of his dick rubbing within her walls. Her hands move from their place against his skin to grip at the pillows next to either side of her head. Their bodies are pressed up fully against one another, as much skin in contact with skin as possible. Junmyeon likes the feeling of his chest pressing down against her own, adding to the pressure swelled within her breasts.
Junmyeon is trying really, really hard to stay quiet, squeezing her lips tightly together as Kris angles himself just the slightest bit, making the sensation even more intense inside of her. He seems to agree, moaning lowly into the side of her neck.
“Let me get on top,” Junmyeon whispers into his ear, and Kris grunt once again in response.
“Junmyeon,” he whines, shaking his head. “You can’t.”
“Why not?” she demands, pushing at his shoulders to put some distance between them so she can look up at his face.
“You know I can’t give you control of this dick,” he reminds her pointedly, “because then I won’t be able to control my mouth.”
“I don’t like this position,” Junmyeon lies, shoving harder against his shoulders to get him to move. Kris finally begrudgingly complies, pulling out of her and rolling over to the other side of the bed, almost knocking over his laptop in the process. His hand bolts out to catch it from falling off the edge of the bed as Junmyeon snickers softly at the whole messed up situation, crawling onto her knees and swinging her leg over his hips.
Kris sets his hands behind his head, sighing as if he’s annoyed. Junmyeon smacks him playfully against his chest before positioning herself atop his lap over his hardened cock. She pushes back into it, and Kris notes that she needs a little bit of help, so he reaches down and holds his length in place as Junmyeon slides back down until he’s fully seated inside of her. Kris makes a low noise at the back of his throat, and it’s Junmyeon’s turn to tease him, telling him, “you have to keep quiet, baby.”
Kris angles his hips off the bed in response, his dick rubbing perfectly right up against the sensitive front wall of her cunt, and the yelp that escapes from her mouth comes without warning.
“Shh, shh, shh,” Kris shushes her, laughing at the same time as he presses his finger against her mouth. Junmyeon feels her entire body heat up at the prospect of her potentially having been heard by his entire family. They remain silent, motionless for a moment to see if anyone may come to his door and wonder what’s going on in there. Thankfully, it seems like they’ve still not been caught, so Junmyeon leans down and presses her lips against Kris’s, laughing once more. It’s just such a ridiculous situation, she can’t help but continue giggling over the whole thing.
Kris reaches his hand over to adjust the camera once more, having moved a little bit too the side at some point. Junmyeon begins grinding her hips down against him, causing him to mutter a soft, “fuck,” and squeeze his eyes shut tight. His large hands grip tightly onto both of her hips, and she moans at the delicious feeling of his cock gliding smoothly within her. Kris decides to lean up suddenly, pushing them into more of a sitting position so that he can take one of her tits into his mouth again.
“Shit, Kris,” Junmyeon gasps, grabbing at the back of his head to hold him in place. She continues riding him, bouncing up and down onto dick, but it’s getting a bit difficult because her legs are starting to wear out. His tongue circles her nipple lazily, and she feels her stomach clench and her entire body tremble in response. The urge to whimper and moan is becoming really difficult to suppress, and looking down to watch Kris basically devouring her boob doesn’t help the matter by any means.
“Kris, my legs hurt,” she admits, halting her movement on top of him to rest.
Kris looks up at her, breast still in his mouth, and she can’t help but chuckle at the image. Her breast falls from between his lips and he smiles hopefully at her, eyes sparking cutely as he asks her, “can I fuck you from behind then?”
“Kris!” she whisper-scolds, punching him in the arm yet again. “You’re such a perv.”
“Eighteen-year-old boy,” he points out, shrugging.
“That’s so unromantic, though.” Junmyeon pouts down at him.
“I’ll do it…lovingly, baby,” Kris promises, looking so very hopeful.
Junmyeon rolls her eyes but climbs off of him, repositioning herself so that she’s on all fours now. She feels the mattress shift around underneath her a bit as Kris moves as well.
“Wait, could you…turn the other way?” Kris asks her.
“Why?” Junmyeon asks.
“Just…it’s better,” Kris answers, and she can practically hear the shrug.
She rolls her eyes again but willingly turns in the other direction, but then immediately shakes her head. “No, Kris-”
“No, this is perfect, Jun,” he insists, kneeling in place behind her and immediately prodding at her entrance.
“God, this is so fucked up,” Junmyeon grumbles, dropping her face between her shoulders and Kris slowly pushes his way inside of her once more. What’s even more fucked up is that she looks up again as begins thrusting, wanting to see how she looks on his still-recording computer screen like this. The blush on her cheeks spreads further down her body when she sees the way her breasts jiggle with every shove of Kris’s hips.
They’d never tried it in this position, because like Junmyeon said, it’s too unromantic. But she has to admit, this position allows him to go deeper inside of her than any other. His hands are rested on her hips, tracing light circles into her hips, a sort of contradiction to the sharp pounding of his hips. She bites her lip yet again to try and remain silent, but it’s becoming more difficult as her orgasm continues building up inside of her.
“Ah, Kris, keep going,” Junmyeon murmurs mindlessly, even though he clearly has no intention of stopping. One of his hands makes its way over her hip, around her waist where he begins rubbing his fingers gently against her clit. Junmyeon gasps in response, her legs spreading slightly wider to accommodate him.
“Shit,” Junmyeon pants, feeling her orgasm about to hit, bringing one of her hands up to bite her finger into her mouth to try and silence her moans. Kris rubs at her nub persistently, thrusting in the same time as his fingers. The pressure in the pit of her stomach builds up so quickly thanks to the combined sensations of his fingers and the friction inside of her, and she opens her mouth in a silent scream when she comes, shoving backwards into Kris to help it along. He continues moving inside of her as she rides it out, his fingers slowing against her clit and sliding down her slit a couple times.
Kris pulls out of her and Junmyeon rolls onto her side, falling back so she’s lying belly-side up with Kris kneeling there on the side of her.
“Oh, you didn’t come?” she realizes as he pulls the condom off his still hardened dick.
“No,” he says, and tries to shrug casually about it. “But I mean…it’s fine-”
“Come here.” Junmyeon crooks a finger at him, trying to be seductive, and thinking it must have worked, because she sees her boyfriend’s cock twitch before he’s immediately crawling over to her, placing his hips on either side of her stomach.
She grabs at his erection, sliding her hands up and down it slowly at first before she picks up the pace a little bit, trying to jerk him to completion. Kris is rocking lightly into her hands, making these little groaning noises at the back of his throat that she can’t help but find to be kind of cute. His head is thrown back a bit and his eyes are closed, and she likes the fact that she’s the one making him feel this way.
Junmyeon suddenly decides to remove her hands from his length, moving them to massage at her breasts instead. He opens his eyes and looks down at her, eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“You little fucking tease.” He shakes his head but is smiling at her as she just smirks back up at him, lip caught between her teeth. Junmyeon lets go of herself and reaches back towards him, tracing her fingertips lightly over his abs before moving downwards to fondle at his balls. Kris sucks in a breath, and she finally goes back to his dick, swiping over the head with her thumb a few times before jerking him at a steady pace.
“Fuck, Junmyeon,” he growls lowly when he finally releases, come landing in between Junmyeon’s chest as she continues pumping him through his orgasm. She leans forward and licks at the tip of his cock, sucking the last of his jizz into her mouth before lying back against the pillows.
“Shit,” Kris mumbles, looking down and watching in awe as Junmyeon swirls the tip of her right pointer finger into the mess he made on her chest. She looks him straight in the eyes as she sucks her finger into her mouth, licking it clean before releasing it with an obscene pop sound.
“Every-fucking-thing,” Kris says pointedly, shaking his head. He unstraddles Junmyeon’s chest, moving to place himself right in front of his computer camera so he can say for the recording, “she’s literally perfect at every fucking thing.”
Junmyeon just rolls her eyes as he stops the filming, fiddling around a bit on his computer, probably making sure to immediately save it, which is smart, because Junmyeon doesn’t think she’ll be willing to do something like this never, ever again.
“Nobody ever better fucking see this, Kris-”
“Hell fucking no,” Kris whispers, still having to stay quiet since his family doesn’t know there’s someone up there in his room with him and all. “This is exclusively for my eyes only.”
“I’ll literally kill you if anyone else ever sees this,” Junmyeon promises him, dead serious.
“I know you will, babe,” he agrees, shutting the stupid laptop finally and leaning over to kiss her once.
“Now how the fuck am I gonna leave your house without your family knowing I’ve been here the entire time?”
“Ohmygod,” Minseok gasps, absolutely shocked as Luhan howls loudly with laughter next to her. “Luhan, what the fuck, where did you find this?”
“It was just open on his computer, I don’t fucking know,” he tells her honestly, skipping forward on the time bar and muttering, “holy shit.”
“Luhan, we really shouldn’t be watching this,” Minseok says, feeling terrible, yet unable to tear her eyes away from the image of one of her best friends riding her boyfriend on the computer screen in front of them.
“Sorry I’m late, guys,” Junmyeon’s voice suddenly sounds from behind, and Minseok and Luhan are frozen in place. “Is Kris-shit!”
She runs forward and slams the laptop screen shut so hard that it might have broken the entire computer, her face red as can be as she demands, “Why the fuck were you watching that?”
“Kris said we could use his computer to start our research,” Luhan explains, shrugging awkwardly. “And it was just up, I didn’t know what it was.”
“Kris, I am going to fucking kill you,” Junmyeon says just as Kris casually waltzes into the dining room to join the rest of them.
“Por qué?” he asks, totally out of the loop as to what just took place.
“We need to talk,” she tells him, walking over and grabbing roughly at his shirt collar, tugging him out of the dining room with the laptop in hand, leaving Luhan and Minseok alone in there again once more.
“Holy shit,” Luhan mumbles again, snorting with laughter because it’s kinda ridiculous and also kinda hilarious trying to process what they just saw.
“Giddy up, Junmyeon, like damn,” Minseok comments offhandedly, wondering how she’ll ever be able to look at her friend the same way after this.
“Hey Minseok, have you ever thought of maybe recording-”
“Not in a million fucking years,” Minseok tells her boyfriend sweetly, shaking her head at his now sadly pouting face.
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Fandom: exo
Pairing: kris/girl!junmyeon
Word count: ~ 5,000
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: girl!exo, sex
Summary: Kris is gonna need something to remember Junmyeon by if they’re gonna be apart at different colleges for the next four years.
A/N: so my beta pointed out that all my exo stories seem as though they’re based in America at like American high school and college and well idk I guess it’s because that’s how I grew up and therefore what I am familiar with but I’ve never really thought about where exactly my stories are set but I guess somewhere in American then??
prequel 1
prequel 2
sequel
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“Both schools sent me emails today asking about a decision from me,” Junmyeon mutters, scrolling through the emails she received on her phone during the school day. “I need to make up my mind soon.”
“Well, if I were you-”
“I know, Kris,” Junmyeon cuts him off, sighing. “I know.”
“Come on, Jun,” Kris basically pleads, looking over at her and pouting when he stops his car at the red light. “I feel like this decision shouldn’t be that hard.”
“Don’t try to guilt me, Kris,” Junmyeon warns, glaring at him. “You know I’d love to just accept my spot at the public school with you, but the private one has a really, really amazing music department, and I’m getting a better financial aid package with them.”
“Yeah, but I’m not going to be there,” Kris points out, looking away to return his eyes to the road now that the light is green again. "What about my package?"
“You're gross. And come on, the schools are only a few hours drive away from each other,” Junmyeon reminds him. “It’s not like we’d never be able to see each other again or anything.”
“I wanna be able to see you every day, though, Junmyeon,” Kris admits, cheeks reddening when he realizes just how embarrassingly needy he sounds.
“Aw, you’re so sweet,” Junmyeon coos, reaching over and pinching one of her boyfriend’s blushing cheeks. “But I need to base this important life decision around something more than just a silly boy.”
Kris pulls his car into his driveway and puts it into park before turning to look at her and pout once more.
Junmyeon sighs. “I promise I’m taking you into account with this decision,” she admits before opening up the passenger door and hopping out. Walking over to Kris’s side, she immediately grabs his hand and rubs comforting circles with her thumb as they walk up to his front door. “It’s just, there’s a lot to consider, Kris.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” Kris apologizes as he unlocks the door, pushing it open and pulling Junmyeon inside with him. “I just hate thinking about being so apart from you, Junmyeon.”
“We’ll figure out what we have to when the time comes,” Junmyeon tells him, then glances around and asks, “Where’s your mom?”
“I think she said she was going with my step dad to some employee event at his work today, and that they won't be back til kinda late,” Kris tells her, shrugging. “So Luhan told me he and Minseok would be here at about four to work on the project.”
“Okay, cool,” Junmyeon nods. “Well, we should probably get started on it now anyway to have something to work off of once they get here.”
Kris nods and leads her upstairs to his room, where they begin working on the group project they got assigned that day in their history class. Their teacher was cool enough to let them pick their own groups, so naturally they paired up with Luhan and Minseok for it. The two of them spend some time trying to figure out what historical event they were going to pick, but they were worried about making this decision without the input of their other group members.
“Luhan just texted me saying he and Minseok aren’t coming over anymore,” Kris tells Junmyeon after checking the message he just received on his phone.
“Why not?” she asks.
“He didn’t say, just that they weren’t coming anymore.” Kris shrugs.
“Well, they better not end up making us do all the work for this,” Junmyeon says, figuring they’ll just have to start the project on a later date then.
“Will you look over my Spanish homework instead then?” Kris asks her, pulling out some sheets of paper from one of his school folders.
“Let me see,” Junmyeon says, walking over from her place at his desk chair over to where Kris is sitting with his books strewn across his bed. She sits on the edge, taking the paper from him and scanning over his answers.
“Half of these are wrong,” she lets him know, shaking her head. “The positive ones are all correct for the most part…except for the irregulars. But negative commands are different, you can’t just stick the ‘no’ in front of the positive way of conjugating it.”
Kris just stares at her blankly.
“Like, if I tell you ‘halba en español’ that is me commanding you ‘speak in Spanish,’ Junmyeon tries to explain it as straightforwardly as possible. “But I can’t just say ‘no habla en español’ if I am commanding you ‘don’t speak in Spanish.’ I would have to say ‘no hables en español.’ See, it’s a different conjugation.”
“Ugh, pero no quiero hablar en español,” Kris mumbles, not wanting to bother with the complicated language. “Es muy difícil.”
“Pero, mira, estás hablando muy bien,” Junmyeon compliments him. “I know it’s a bit tricky at first, you just have to get the gist of it down and then you’re golden.”
“How did you get so good at Spanish?” Kris asks her, erasing his original answers on the worksheet to correct them.
“I’m really not that good,” Junmyeon admits, having only taken a couple years of mediocre high school classes. “But when I was doing my Spanish credits I had a tutor whose native language was Spanish so that probably helped a lot.”
Kris finishes up fixing his answers and gives the paper back to Junmyeon to look over once more. She corrects just the one irregular that wasn’t right, and tells him, “it all looks good. Any questions?”
“Yeah, why are you so perfect at everything?” Kris asks, sounding honestly curious.
Junmyeon scoffs and shakes her head. “Hardly.”
“No seriously,” Kris insists, then stumbles a little when he tells her, “eres perfecto.”
Junmyeon giggles a little bit, letting him know, “well, actually you’d have to say ‘perfecta since I’m female-”
“See!” Kris points out. “You just, like, know everything.”
“No.” Junmyeon shakes her head, not feeling worthy of that sort of praise.
“Bésame,” Kris suddenly commands, and Junmyeon looks over at him, surprised.
“What?” Junmyeon looks over at him, confused at the sudden change of subject.
“Por…favor?” Kris asks, suddenly seeming self-conscious. “I’m sick of Spanish, Junmyeon, let’s just make out or something.”
Junmyeon rolls her eyes, muttering, “You’re such a teenage boy,” but willingly crawls up onto the bed, shoving Kris’s school books onto the floor before finding her place atop his lap and pressing their lips together.
Naturally, seeing as they are a teenage boy and an equally hormonal teenage girl, the making out soon progresses to curious hands finding their way around each other’s bodies while articles of clothing are finding their way to the floor. Kris is left in just his jeans and boxers now, balancing himself on his forearms over Junmyeon, who is lying beneath him in just her tank top and panties.
“These are cute,” Kris mumbles, tracing his right index finger against the hem of her daisy patterned underwear.
Junmyeon smiles against his lips, tracing her hands lightly up and down his back. "You can take them off if you want," she tells him, feeling goosebumps on his skin where her fingers are touching, and enjoys the fact that she has this sort of an effect on him.
Kris complies, hooking his fingers completely into Junmyeon’s panties, tugging them down over her hips. He edges down the bed as he pulls the panties down her thighs, past her knees and finally onto the floor, climbing off the bed totally to walk across the room to his desk. He begins searching for something in one of his drawers, and Junmyeon just watches as he pulls out a condom. However, instead of joining her back on the bed like she assumed he would, he sits at his desk chair, in front of his laptop and begins fiddling around on it.
“Kris?” she questions, lying there half-dressed and already slightly worked up while Kris just seemingly ignores her.
“One sec, babe,” he mutters, then clears his throat.
Junmyeon sits up on her elbows, craning her neck to try and see what Kris could possibly be doing right now. But then he’s standing up off the desk chair, turning around and walking back over to his bed, laptop open in his hands this time.
“Uh, what…?” Junmyeon trails off as she watches Kris place his laptop on the side of his bed, set up right next to Junmyeon. She also noticed how the camera feature is on, displaying the shot of her lying down on his bed in real time. “Kris, what are you-?”
He presses the mouse once more before settling back into his place between her legs and leaning down to join their mouths together. Junmyeon can’t get into it, though, eyes still cast to the side, staring at his computer screen. Her eyes suddenly widen and she shoves at Kris’s chest to put some distance between them, looking up at him and demanding, “Are you…are you recording this, Kris?”
He has the audacity to look a little bit sheepish, eyes darting away from hers as he mumbles, “Maybe.” He clears his throat. “I mean, I’m gonna need something to remember you by if we’re gonna be apart at different colleges for the next four years, Junmyeon.”
“I…I’m not about to make a fucking sex tape, Kris.” Junmyeon shakes her head vehemently. “Turn it off, Kris.”
“It’s not a sex tape, Jun,” Kris denies, catching her wrist that she extends out to try and stop it from recording anymore. “It’s just a…home video.”
“Of us having sex,” Junmyeon points out. “So yeah, it’s a sex tape.”
“Nobody will ever see it but me,” Kris promises her, having the fucking nerve to pout and throw his puppy dog eyes at her now. “And you, if you want to.”
“God, Kris, it’s not even just that.” Junmyeon squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head. “There’s no way I’m gonna be able to feel comfortable having sex with you knowing there’s a camera recording it.”
“Just pretend it’s not there,” Kris says, shrugging. “I mean, just pretend it’s like any regular time-”
“Kris?” a faint voice suddenly calls from downstairs.
“Holy shit,” Junmyeon whispers, staring up at Kris, shocked. “I thought you said your mom wouldn’t be home until way later.”
“Hold on,” Kris says, climbing off of the bed, throwing his shirt back on and walking out of his room, shutting the door behind him, since Junmyeon is, ya know, sorta half-naked on his bed and all. She feels her heart beating like crazy in her chest. Glancing to the side, she takes another look at Kris’s laptop screen, still capturing what is now just a shot of her lying there nervously while Kris is downstairs talking about God knows what with his mother.
Junmyeon gets this ridiculous thrilling feeling all of a sudden, over the idea of not only having sex with Kris and having it caught on camera, but of doing that whilst his mom is home, completely oblivious to their teenage indecency.
She tries to ignore the fact that she’s pretty sure she just got a little more wet thinking about it.
Her heart leaps into her throat when Kris’s bedroom door opens again, but thankfully it’s just him. He shuts and locks it behind him, immediately returning to the bed with her and letting her know in a soft voice, “so yeah, my mom dad and stepsister are all home now.”
“Ohmygod,” Junmyeon mutters, covering her face with her hands, because she’s ashamed that she’s even more excited now, knowing that there are multiple people in the house where she’s about to go through with something she deep down knows she shouldn’t but really, really wants to go through with.
“But I told them I was studying really hard for a test tomorrow,” he continues, “and so not to bother me. They have no clue you’re here or anything.”
Junmyeon groans, knowing she should be fervently trying to stop this whole situation from happening, yet in reality, just continues to lie there.
“We just have to be really quiet,” Kris says.
“I can’t believe this,” Junmyeon mutters, still hidden behind her hands.
“What?” Kris asks her, sounding concerned all of a sudden.
“I can’t believe,” Junmyeon whispers, uncovering her face and looking at Kris, “that I’m about to have sex with you while your entire family is home, and while you film the entire thing.”
Kris smirks down at her. “It’s kinda hot, huh?”
She punches him on the arm. “Pervert.”
“I mean,” Kris smirks at her before suddenly bringing one of his hands between them and running his fingers around in the wetness between her legs, “I think you’re just pretending that you’re more opposed to the idea of this than you really are.”
Junmyeon suppresses the moan she feels in the back of her throat, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
She doesn’t however, deny it, and so that seems to give Kris the green light to lean down and begin kissing her once more, fingers still prodding teasingly at her heated center. Junmyeon reaches up and places her hands on the sides of Kris’s shoulders, angling her head a little bit to fit their mouths better together. The grin she feels against her lips is not lost on her, and she sorta hates how Kris has this weird ability to get her to do things she never in a million years would think she’d be willing to do.
Kris suddenly removes himself from on top of her, climbing off the bed to unbuckle his pants and push them down his legs along with his boxers. Junmyeon watches, noting that he’s already half-hard, and feels herself swallow thickly. Her boyfriend leans back over her on the bed, but first reaches over and adjusts his laptop a little bit, so that they’re in the middle of the shot, before he goes back to kiss her once more. And then he sits back a bit, just tracing the skin at the bottom of Junmyeon’s stomach that her tank top isn’t covering, and she shivers a bit at his soft touch.
She props herself up into more of a sitting position, causing Kris to kneel upright between her legs, so that she can pull her tank top up over her head. She chucks that to the side and then reaches behind her to unlatch her bra, tossing that to join the rest of their discarded clothes.
Kris immediately pushes her back down gently onto the bed, pressing his lips to her once before he ducks lower and kisses the top of her left breast. Junmyeon arches her back a bit when he sucks it into his mouth, circling her nipple once before pressing his mouth against the skin on her stomach. Junmyeon relishes in the soft feeling of his lips against her skin, and brings her hands in to reach down and lightly grip at his cock, fully erect now as she strokes it.
“Mmm,” Kris mutters against her stomach, then looks up at her and says, “Quiero comer tu coño.”
“Ohmygod, what?” Junmyeon looks down at him, laughing more out of confusion than anything.
Kris shrugs and admits, “That means ‘I wanna eat your pussy,’ according to Google translate.”
Junmyeon laughs again, this time at how ridiculous her boyfriend can be sometimes, and suggests, “just stick to dirty talk in your native tongue, okay, babe?”
“Sticking my tongue in things is my specialty.” Kris saw the opportunity and took it, and Junmyeon would have rolled her eyes at what a dork he was sometimes, but instead feels her eyes roll towards the back of her head when Kris licks a stripe from the center of her pussy up to flick once at her clit.
Junmyeon bites her lip as Kris begins lapping at her, drawing lazy circles with his tongue around her button before kissing lightly down the middle of her lips. Her head falls to the side, and she’s suddenly bombarded with the image of her on Kris’s laptop screen, which admittedly she’d totally forgotten about. She can’t help the tingly feeling that runs through her body at the sight of Kris in between her legs like this. Her legs fall open slightly wider just as Kris sucks lightly at her clit just once. Grabbing at his hair, Junmyeon squeezes her eyes shut in pleasure, bucking her hips slightly into Kris’s face. He licks his way down and shoves his tongue as far into her as she can, and Junmyeon can’t help the little whimper that escapes from her mouth.
Kris’s tongue is suddenly no longer against her, and instead there’s a large hand cupped gently over her mouth. Junmyeon opens her eyes to find Kris hovering above her, laughing softly as he tells her, “you have to be quiet, baby, remember?”
Junmyeon giggles behind Kris’s hand and nods, promising she’ll try to make less noise.
Kris leans back on his knees again, reaching to the side to get the condom he’d left by the end of the bed. Junmyeon mindlessly brings her hand down, sliding her fingers against herself a few times while Kris rips open the condom package. “Here,” she says, holding her hand out. Kris gives the condom to her and she smiles at him and bites her lip once before gripping his dick, pumping it a few times. He groans and hovers back over her body, burying his head into the crook of her neck as she continues to just languidly work her hands against his erection. She rolls the condom down his length, placing a kiss against the top of his head as she adjusts him so that he’s lines up against her entrance.
“Stay quiet,” Kris reminds her as she places her right hand on his shoulder and wraps the other one around to rest on the small of his back. He slowly pushes himself inside her, and her hands both unconsciously ball tighter against his skin.
Kris goes slowly at first, rocking his hips in small circles as he thrusts in an out of her. Junmyeon thinks that he’s doing it on purpose, trying to get her to beg for more when they both know they need to keep as quiet as possible. Bringing her hand up, she cups at his face, turning it towards her own so that she can join their lips together once more. She licks her way into his mouth, running her tongue along the front of his bottom teeth. He groans and suddenly stops moving, just settled inside of her as she pushes her hips upward, trying to get coax him to keep going.
“Kris,” she whines when she pulls her lips away from his. “Fuck me already.”
Kris immediately angles himself up higher onto his hands, giving him more leverage before he begins driving into her, hard and fast this time. Junmyeon sucks in a breath at the suddenness of it, but relishes in the intense friction within of his dick rubbing within her walls. Her hands move from their place against his skin to grip at the pillows next to either side of her head. Their bodies are pressed up fully against one another, as much skin in contact with skin as possible. Junmyeon likes the feeling of his chest pressing down against her own, adding to the pressure swelled within her breasts.
Junmyeon is trying really, really hard to stay quiet, squeezing her lips tightly together as Kris angles himself just the slightest bit, making the sensation even more intense inside of her. He seems to agree, moaning lowly into the side of her neck.
“Let me get on top,” Junmyeon whispers into his ear, and Kris grunt once again in response.
“Junmyeon,” he whines, shaking his head. “You can’t.”
“Why not?” she demands, pushing at his shoulders to put some distance between them so she can look up at his face.
“You know I can’t give you control of this dick,” he reminds her pointedly, “because then I won’t be able to control my mouth.”
“I don’t like this position,” Junmyeon lies, shoving harder against his shoulders to get him to move. Kris finally begrudgingly complies, pulling out of her and rolling over to the other side of the bed, almost knocking over his laptop in the process. His hand bolts out to catch it from falling off the edge of the bed as Junmyeon snickers softly at the whole messed up situation, crawling onto her knees and swinging her leg over his hips.
Kris sets his hands behind his head, sighing as if he’s annoyed. Junmyeon smacks him playfully against his chest before positioning herself atop his lap over his hardened cock. She pushes back into it, and Kris notes that she needs a little bit of help, so he reaches down and holds his length in place as Junmyeon slides back down until he’s fully seated inside of her. Kris makes a low noise at the back of his throat, and it’s Junmyeon’s turn to tease him, telling him, “you have to keep quiet, baby.”
Kris angles his hips off the bed in response, his dick rubbing perfectly right up against the sensitive front wall of her cunt, and the yelp that escapes from her mouth comes without warning.
“Shh, shh, shh,” Kris shushes her, laughing at the same time as he presses his finger against her mouth. Junmyeon feels her entire body heat up at the prospect of her potentially having been heard by his entire family. They remain silent, motionless for a moment to see if anyone may come to his door and wonder what’s going on in there. Thankfully, it seems like they’ve still not been caught, so Junmyeon leans down and presses her lips against Kris’s, laughing once more. It’s just such a ridiculous situation, she can’t help but continue giggling over the whole thing.
Kris reaches his hand over to adjust the camera once more, having moved a little bit too the side at some point. Junmyeon begins grinding her hips down against him, causing him to mutter a soft, “fuck,” and squeeze his eyes shut tight. His large hands grip tightly onto both of her hips, and she moans at the delicious feeling of his cock gliding smoothly within her. Kris decides to lean up suddenly, pushing them into more of a sitting position so that he can take one of her tits into his mouth again.
“Shit, Kris,” Junmyeon gasps, grabbing at the back of his head to hold him in place. She continues riding him, bouncing up and down onto dick, but it’s getting a bit difficult because her legs are starting to wear out. His tongue circles her nipple lazily, and she feels her stomach clench and her entire body tremble in response. The urge to whimper and moan is becoming really difficult to suppress, and looking down to watch Kris basically devouring her boob doesn’t help the matter by any means.
“Kris, my legs hurt,” she admits, halting her movement on top of him to rest.
Kris looks up at her, breast still in his mouth, and she can’t help but chuckle at the image. Her breast falls from between his lips and he smiles hopefully at her, eyes sparking cutely as he asks her, “can I fuck you from behind then?”
“Kris!” she whisper-scolds, punching him in the arm yet again. “You’re such a perv.”
“Eighteen-year-old boy,” he points out, shrugging.
“That’s so unromantic, though.” Junmyeon pouts down at him.
“I’ll do it…lovingly, baby,” Kris promises, looking so very hopeful.
Junmyeon rolls her eyes but climbs off of him, repositioning herself so that she’s on all fours now. She feels the mattress shift around underneath her a bit as Kris moves as well.
“Wait, could you…turn the other way?” Kris asks her.
“Why?” Junmyeon asks.
“Just…it’s better,” Kris answers, and she can practically hear the shrug.
She rolls her eyes again but willingly turns in the other direction, but then immediately shakes her head. “No, Kris-”
“No, this is perfect, Jun,” he insists, kneeling in place behind her and immediately prodding at her entrance.
“God, this is so fucked up,” Junmyeon grumbles, dropping her face between her shoulders and Kris slowly pushes his way inside of her once more. What’s even more fucked up is that she looks up again as begins thrusting, wanting to see how she looks on his still-recording computer screen like this. The blush on her cheeks spreads further down her body when she sees the way her breasts jiggle with every shove of Kris’s hips.
They’d never tried it in this position, because like Junmyeon said, it’s too unromantic. But she has to admit, this position allows him to go deeper inside of her than any other. His hands are rested on her hips, tracing light circles into her hips, a sort of contradiction to the sharp pounding of his hips. She bites her lip yet again to try and remain silent, but it’s becoming more difficult as her orgasm continues building up inside of her.
“Ah, Kris, keep going,” Junmyeon murmurs mindlessly, even though he clearly has no intention of stopping. One of his hands makes its way over her hip, around her waist where he begins rubbing his fingers gently against her clit. Junmyeon gasps in response, her legs spreading slightly wider to accommodate him.
“Shit,” Junmyeon pants, feeling her orgasm about to hit, bringing one of her hands up to bite her finger into her mouth to try and silence her moans. Kris rubs at her nub persistently, thrusting in the same time as his fingers. The pressure in the pit of her stomach builds up so quickly thanks to the combined sensations of his fingers and the friction inside of her, and she opens her mouth in a silent scream when she comes, shoving backwards into Kris to help it along. He continues moving inside of her as she rides it out, his fingers slowing against her clit and sliding down her slit a couple times.
Kris pulls out of her and Junmyeon rolls onto her side, falling back so she’s lying belly-side up with Kris kneeling there on the side of her.
“Oh, you didn’t come?” she realizes as he pulls the condom off his still hardened dick.
“No,” he says, and tries to shrug casually about it. “But I mean…it’s fine-”
“Come here.” Junmyeon crooks a finger at him, trying to be seductive, and thinking it must have worked, because she sees her boyfriend’s cock twitch before he’s immediately crawling over to her, placing his hips on either side of her stomach.
She grabs at his erection, sliding her hands up and down it slowly at first before she picks up the pace a little bit, trying to jerk him to completion. Kris is rocking lightly into her hands, making these little groaning noises at the back of his throat that she can’t help but find to be kind of cute. His head is thrown back a bit and his eyes are closed, and she likes the fact that she’s the one making him feel this way.
Junmyeon suddenly decides to remove her hands from his length, moving them to massage at her breasts instead. He opens his eyes and looks down at her, eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“You little fucking tease.” He shakes his head but is smiling at her as she just smirks back up at him, lip caught between her teeth. Junmyeon lets go of herself and reaches back towards him, tracing her fingertips lightly over his abs before moving downwards to fondle at his balls. Kris sucks in a breath, and she finally goes back to his dick, swiping over the head with her thumb a few times before jerking him at a steady pace.
“Fuck, Junmyeon,” he growls lowly when he finally releases, come landing in between Junmyeon’s chest as she continues pumping him through his orgasm. She leans forward and licks at the tip of his cock, sucking the last of his jizz into her mouth before lying back against the pillows.
“Shit,” Kris mumbles, looking down and watching in awe as Junmyeon swirls the tip of her right pointer finger into the mess he made on her chest. She looks him straight in the eyes as she sucks her finger into her mouth, licking it clean before releasing it with an obscene pop sound.
“Every-fucking-thing,” Kris says pointedly, shaking his head. He unstraddles Junmyeon’s chest, moving to place himself right in front of his computer camera so he can say for the recording, “she’s literally perfect at every fucking thing.”
Junmyeon just rolls her eyes as he stops the filming, fiddling around a bit on his computer, probably making sure to immediately save it, which is smart, because Junmyeon doesn’t think she’ll be willing to do something like this never, ever again.
“Nobody ever better fucking see this, Kris-”
“Hell fucking no,” Kris whispers, still having to stay quiet since his family doesn’t know there’s someone up there in his room with him and all. “This is exclusively for my eyes only.”
“I’ll literally kill you if anyone else ever sees this,” Junmyeon promises him, dead serious.
“I know you will, babe,” he agrees, shutting the stupid laptop finally and leaning over to kiss her once.
“Now how the fuck am I gonna leave your house without your family knowing I’ve been here the entire time?”
“Ohmygod,” Minseok gasps, absolutely shocked as Luhan howls loudly with laughter next to her. “Luhan, what the fuck, where did you find this?”
“It was just open on his computer, I don’t fucking know,” he tells her honestly, skipping forward on the time bar and muttering, “holy shit.”
“Luhan, we really shouldn’t be watching this,” Minseok says, feeling terrible, yet unable to tear her eyes away from the image of one of her best friends riding her boyfriend on the computer screen in front of them.
“Sorry I’m late, guys,” Junmyeon’s voice suddenly sounds from behind, and Minseok and Luhan are frozen in place. “Is Kris-shit!”
She runs forward and slams the laptop screen shut so hard that it might have broken the entire computer, her face red as can be as she demands, “Why the fuck were you watching that?”
“Kris said we could use his computer to start our research,” Luhan explains, shrugging awkwardly. “And it was just up, I didn’t know what it was.”
“Kris, I am going to fucking kill you,” Junmyeon says just as Kris casually waltzes into the dining room to join the rest of them.
“Por qué?” he asks, totally out of the loop as to what just took place.
“We need to talk,” she tells him, walking over and grabbing roughly at his shirt collar, tugging him out of the dining room with the laptop in hand, leaving Luhan and Minseok alone in there again once more.
“Holy shit,” Luhan mumbles again, snorting with laughter because it’s kinda ridiculous and also kinda hilarious trying to process what they just saw.
“Giddy up, Junmyeon, like damn,” Minseok comments offhandedly, wondering how she’ll ever be able to look at her friend the same way after this.
“Hey Minseok, have you ever thought of maybe recording-”
“Not in a million fucking years,” Minseok tells her boyfriend sweetly, shaking her head at his now sadly pouting face.
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