[Advent] BONUS
For: catyeoldo
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Jongin
Length: 1300w
Warnings: fem!Kyungsoo
Summary: Kyungsoon really wants to get the attention of the hot guy in her dance class.
Kyungsoon wipes at the sweat on her face, then swipes her towel along the back of her neck, nearly tempted to run it down the front of her loose tank top to catch the droplets between her boobs. When Baekhyun had suggested they take a dance elective and drop their gym memberships, she hadn’t expected this much of a work out. She can feel hair that’s fallen loose from her ponytail stuck to the sides of her face and neck, and she absolutely can’t wait to get into a shower.
Baekhyun, as usual, slumps against her, inhaling a bottle of water while simultaneously trying to catch his breath. He gulps obnoxiously and inhales so loud that a shudder runs down Kyungsoon’s spine. He’s also sticky and she shrugs him off, ignoring his pout. She has better things to occupy her attention - better things like Jongin, the best dancer in the class who is now peeling his sweat soaked shirt off his stomach and flapping it as he reaches for his own towel.
Admittedly, Kyungsoon had been ready to drop the class ten minutes into the first day, but then Jongin had appeared like some ridiculously attractive prodigy placed on this earth to put everyone around him to shame. Baekhyun feels shame during every class and she’s heard others complaining that he’s too good. Kyungsoon, however, doesn’t feel shame at all; what she feels is a dull pulse between her legs that matches each of Jongin’s movements.
Jongin dances like he was crafted to do nothing else and the confidence that blossoms on his face has Kyungsoon aching to test those hips in bed. The only thing that made her attraction worse was learning that Jongin, for all his bravado and hip thrusting, is a shy, soft spoken gentleman when he’s not dancing. The first time they’d spoken after a class, she’d nearly whimpered at how he’d bashfully ruffled his hair and stared at her feet, a blush on his cheeks.
Kyungsoon’s never wanted someone between her legs so much in her life.
“You never drooled over me like that,” Baekhyun comments, leaning his arm on her shoulder and nearly causing Kyungsoon to topple over.
She tosses a glare at her friend, lip curled. “That’s because your good looks are ruined by your mouth,” she answers, not even the littlest bit sorry. “And Jongin is perfection.”
Baekhyun makes a noncommittal noise, losing interest now that Kyungsoon is lost in her fantasy of how amazing it would feel to have Jongin’s arms around her, lifting her easily off the floor. She wonders how soft his lips must be and if she could make them puffier by rolling them in her teeth.
It’s not usually so difficult for Kyungsoon to figure out how to get a guy to notice her. She knows she draws lustful looks and she knows how to use her assets to her advantage, but Jongin isn’t as bold as the others she’s been attracted to. She doesn’t want to scare him off, but she also refuses to act like someone she’s not just to get his attention either.
She's too busy staring, her bottom lip in her teeth and eyes glazed over as she takes in Jongin's sweaty bicep, to notice that Jongin is staring back. He clears his throat and she startles, but isn't embarrassed. There isn't a bashful bone in Kyungsoon's body. "Sorry," she hums, still watching Jongin because damn.
Jongin shifts, his front coming into view and Kyungsoo’s eyes dart to his face. "Are you -?" Jongin begins, clearing his throat and licking over his lips before he tries again. "Did you maybe want to grab dinner some time?" Jongin mumbles.
He's so adorable. Kyungsoon steps closer to him to avoid any awkward eavesdroppers - like Baekhyun. "That's sweet," she begins, staring up at him. He's still so handsome it hurts. "But I'd be too distracted fantasizing about having sex with you so I'm afraid I wouldn't be good company."
Jongin's eyes grow wide and there's a telltale pink in his cheeks that Kyungsoo absolutely adores. His eyes flicker over to where the other students are packing their things and then back to Kyungsoon. “Then we could do that first?” he suggests quietly. “If you want.”
Kyungsoon smiles at him, teetering back on her heels. “I’d love to.”
As it turns out, Mister Dancing Prodigy is just as bashful outside the classroom, but once Kyungsoon has his mouth occupied with hers and gets his hips moving, everything falls into place. She gasps, head tilted back and neck exposed as she rolls her hips. Jongin’s hands are hot on her waist, his knees bent as he thrusts up into her and bounces her higher.
She rides him until her thighs burn and the sweat sticks her hair to her back. She rides him until she’s hoarse from moaning out his name. Jongin rolls her onto her back and Kyungsoon wraps her legs around his waist, still completely starstruck with Jongin as he pushes into her again. He drops his weight onto his forearms, his hips fluid as he picks up the pace.
Kyungsoon holds on to him, her thighs tight around him and a cry caught in her throat when he dips to suck lightly on one of her nipples. He’d been hesitant around her tits earlier, but she’d taken his hands and placed them on her chest and he’d gotten the message. He seems to really enjoy them, which is great because Kyungsoon has always had sensitive nipples.
His hips slap against her ass, his cock dragging in and out of her so good and so fast that Kyungsoon can’t stop clenching around him just to feel more. She scratches lightly down his back, taking hold of his firm butt to push him into her harder. Jongin groans, kissing her and thrusting deeper as her legs drop so she can spread her thighs wider.
Kyungsoon arches off the bed when she comes, a whimper caught in her throat and Jongin pushing into her as deep as he can. “Don’t stop,” she breathes when he holds himself there.
“I’ll come if I move,” Jongin answers.
Kyungsoon grips his arms, raising her hips to rock herself on his cock. “I want you to come.”
Jongin groans as he slides out of her and back in. He’s not gentle about it and there’s little rhythm, but it’s enough. Kyungsoon is close to screaming, her jaw slack and fingers tight around Jongin’s biceps. He’s quiet when his hips stutter forward, filling the condom as his cock pulses inside her. Kyungsoon clenches around him purposefully, enjoying the feeling that comes with it.
“Sorry,” Jongin mumbles, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of Kyungsoon’s neck.
Kyungsoon hooks her legs around Jongin’s to keep him right where he is. “Sorry for what?” she hums.
“If it wasn’t good.”
It takes a moment for his words to sink in, and when they do, Kyungsoon laughs. She inadvertently laughs his dick right out of her and Jongin has to scramble to keep the condom from spilling all over her bed. Kyungsoon takes him by his wrist and makes sure he’s looking at her. “It wasn’t bad at all,” she tells him. “You were great.”
Jongin still looks like a kicked puppy and Kyungsoon’s heart just can’t take it. She doesn’t know if she wants to spoil him or sit on his dick again. She thinks both might be necessary.
“You’re not just being nice, are you?”
“Fuck no,” Kyungsoon answers without thinking. “If you weren’t good, I’d have stopped you and told you what to do. Trust me, Jongin. It was really good.”
Jongin looks visibly relieved. “So you’ll let me take you out?”
Kyungsoon leans up to kiss him. “You can take me anywhere you want.” He's definitely a keeper.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Jongin
Length: 1300w
Warnings: fem!Kyungsoo
Summary: Kyungsoon really wants to get the attention of the hot guy in her dance class.
Kyungsoon wipes at the sweat on her face, then swipes her towel along the back of her neck, nearly tempted to run it down the front of her loose tank top to catch the droplets between her boobs. When Baekhyun had suggested they take a dance elective and drop their gym memberships, she hadn’t expected this much of a work out. She can feel hair that’s fallen loose from her ponytail stuck to the sides of her face and neck, and she absolutely can’t wait to get into a shower.
Baekhyun, as usual, slumps against her, inhaling a bottle of water while simultaneously trying to catch his breath. He gulps obnoxiously and inhales so loud that a shudder runs down Kyungsoon’s spine. He’s also sticky and she shrugs him off, ignoring his pout. She has better things to occupy her attention - better things like Jongin, the best dancer in the class who is now peeling his sweat soaked shirt off his stomach and flapping it as he reaches for his own towel.
Admittedly, Kyungsoon had been ready to drop the class ten minutes into the first day, but then Jongin had appeared like some ridiculously attractive prodigy placed on this earth to put everyone around him to shame. Baekhyun feels shame during every class and she’s heard others complaining that he’s too good. Kyungsoon, however, doesn’t feel shame at all; what she feels is a dull pulse between her legs that matches each of Jongin’s movements.
Jongin dances like he was crafted to do nothing else and the confidence that blossoms on his face has Kyungsoon aching to test those hips in bed. The only thing that made her attraction worse was learning that Jongin, for all his bravado and hip thrusting, is a shy, soft spoken gentleman when he’s not dancing. The first time they’d spoken after a class, she’d nearly whimpered at how he’d bashfully ruffled his hair and stared at her feet, a blush on his cheeks.
Kyungsoon’s never wanted someone between her legs so much in her life.
“You never drooled over me like that,” Baekhyun comments, leaning his arm on her shoulder and nearly causing Kyungsoon to topple over.
She tosses a glare at her friend, lip curled. “That’s because your good looks are ruined by your mouth,” she answers, not even the littlest bit sorry. “And Jongin is perfection.”
Baekhyun makes a noncommittal noise, losing interest now that Kyungsoon is lost in her fantasy of how amazing it would feel to have Jongin’s arms around her, lifting her easily off the floor. She wonders how soft his lips must be and if she could make them puffier by rolling them in her teeth.
It’s not usually so difficult for Kyungsoon to figure out how to get a guy to notice her. She knows she draws lustful looks and she knows how to use her assets to her advantage, but Jongin isn’t as bold as the others she’s been attracted to. She doesn’t want to scare him off, but she also refuses to act like someone she’s not just to get his attention either.
She's too busy staring, her bottom lip in her teeth and eyes glazed over as she takes in Jongin's sweaty bicep, to notice that Jongin is staring back. He clears his throat and she startles, but isn't embarrassed. There isn't a bashful bone in Kyungsoon's body. "Sorry," she hums, still watching Jongin because damn.
Jongin shifts, his front coming into view and Kyungsoo’s eyes dart to his face. "Are you -?" Jongin begins, clearing his throat and licking over his lips before he tries again. "Did you maybe want to grab dinner some time?" Jongin mumbles.
He's so adorable. Kyungsoon steps closer to him to avoid any awkward eavesdroppers - like Baekhyun. "That's sweet," she begins, staring up at him. He's still so handsome it hurts. "But I'd be too distracted fantasizing about having sex with you so I'm afraid I wouldn't be good company."
Jongin's eyes grow wide and there's a telltale pink in his cheeks that Kyungsoo absolutely adores. His eyes flicker over to where the other students are packing their things and then back to Kyungsoon. “Then we could do that first?” he suggests quietly. “If you want.”
Kyungsoon smiles at him, teetering back on her heels. “I’d love to.”
As it turns out, Mister Dancing Prodigy is just as bashful outside the classroom, but once Kyungsoon has his mouth occupied with hers and gets his hips moving, everything falls into place. She gasps, head tilted back and neck exposed as she rolls her hips. Jongin’s hands are hot on her waist, his knees bent as he thrusts up into her and bounces her higher.
She rides him until her thighs burn and the sweat sticks her hair to her back. She rides him until she’s hoarse from moaning out his name. Jongin rolls her onto her back and Kyungsoon wraps her legs around his waist, still completely starstruck with Jongin as he pushes into her again. He drops his weight onto his forearms, his hips fluid as he picks up the pace.
Kyungsoon holds on to him, her thighs tight around him and a cry caught in her throat when he dips to suck lightly on one of her nipples. He’d been hesitant around her tits earlier, but she’d taken his hands and placed them on her chest and he’d gotten the message. He seems to really enjoy them, which is great because Kyungsoon has always had sensitive nipples.
His hips slap against her ass, his cock dragging in and out of her so good and so fast that Kyungsoon can’t stop clenching around him just to feel more. She scratches lightly down his back, taking hold of his firm butt to push him into her harder. Jongin groans, kissing her and thrusting deeper as her legs drop so she can spread her thighs wider.
Kyungsoon arches off the bed when she comes, a whimper caught in her throat and Jongin pushing into her as deep as he can. “Don’t stop,” she breathes when he holds himself there.
“I’ll come if I move,” Jongin answers.
Kyungsoon grips his arms, raising her hips to rock herself on his cock. “I want you to come.”
Jongin groans as he slides out of her and back in. He’s not gentle about it and there’s little rhythm, but it’s enough. Kyungsoon is close to screaming, her jaw slack and fingers tight around Jongin’s biceps. He’s quiet when his hips stutter forward, filling the condom as his cock pulses inside her. Kyungsoon clenches around him purposefully, enjoying the feeling that comes with it.
“Sorry,” Jongin mumbles, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin of Kyungsoon’s neck.
Kyungsoon hooks her legs around Jongin’s to keep him right where he is. “Sorry for what?” she hums.
“If it wasn’t good.”
It takes a moment for his words to sink in, and when they do, Kyungsoon laughs. She inadvertently laughs his dick right out of her and Jongin has to scramble to keep the condom from spilling all over her bed. Kyungsoon takes him by his wrist and makes sure he’s looking at her. “It wasn’t bad at all,” she tells him. “You were great.”
Jongin still looks like a kicked puppy and Kyungsoon’s heart just can’t take it. She doesn’t know if she wants to spoil him or sit on his dick again. She thinks both might be necessary.
“You’re not just being nice, are you?”
“Fuck no,” Kyungsoon answers without thinking. “If you weren’t good, I’d have stopped you and told you what to do. Trust me, Jongin. It was really good.”
Jongin looks visibly relieved. “So you’ll let me take you out?”
Kyungsoon leans up to kiss him. “You can take me anywhere you want.” He's definitely a keeper.