Mr. & Mrs. Perfect
Title: Mr. & Mrs. Perfect
Part: 4/5
Pairing: Jonghyun/Junghee
Rating: NC-17
Prompt from: crystalshawol
OTL what a late update ;;
also, i feel like i butchered junghee :| so umm yeah oops
[ Key & Gwiboon] [ Minho & Minjung] [ Onew & Eunsook]
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“Pay attention to me!” Junghee whined, tugging on the sleeve of Jonghyun’s blazer.
Jonghyun tore his eyes away from Jinki and Eunsook to look down at the girl with an arched brow, “Why?”
Junghee huffed and punched Jonghyun in the shoulder, “Because! I’m your date to the Winter Formal!”
Jonghyun withered and rubbed his arm, consoling his date quickly, wondering just how he had gotten stuck with her. He had wanted to take Eunsook, the beautiful, stacked senior but of course Jinki had to get to her first. Jinki wasn’t even that attractive. Not that Jonghyun knew, since it’s not like he paid attention to boys…
Ok so Jonghyun had a bit of penis envy but that was normal for guys his age, alright?
Besides, his relationship with Junghee was pretty platonic. She wasn’t bad looking at all, in fact she sort of looked like she could be Jonghyun’s sister, but she didn’t act very girly. She wore sweats on the weekends and always had her hair in a messy pony tail with little make-up, not to mention she was always singing some sort of obnoxious song.
There was something charming about her, though, that he couldn’t put his finger on, and was most likely his reason for saying yes when she asked him out to the dance.
“Let’s go for coffee,” Junghee said, tugging Jonghyun out of the lunch room.
He wasn’t even going to bother telling her that they still had three more classes in the day, since they both tended to skip class whenever they felt like it. But he did sneak another glance at Eunsook, and missed the pout that filtered over Junghee’s features as she tried to push her breasts up with her hands, making them appear a bit bigger.
--
“So have you and Gwiboon ever made out?” Jonghyun asked as he and Junghee sat in the small café, the only other customers some old couple sharing a donut and coffee.
Junghee nearly spit out her latte, reaching over to smack Jonghyun on the arm, “Yah! Don’t ask those things!”
“What? And stop hitting me, dude,” Jonghyun sniveled, rubbing his arm.
“Don’t call me ‘dude’,” Junghee huffed. “Because I’m clearly a girl.”
Jonghyun blinked his wide eyes to Junghee, taking in her un-styled hair that was thrown into a pony tail, her average chest, her slender waist and the flats on her feet.
“You’re such a lesbian, though,” Jonghyun deadpanned.
“I am not a lesbian!” Junghee shrieked.
Wiggling a finger in his ear, Jonghyun decided to try and make sure that Junghee and Gwiboon didn’t hang out as often as normal. Clearly the younger girl was rubbing off on Junghee, with her shrieking and pouting and general bossiness.
“Whatever,” Jonghyun said, finishing his coffee and tossing it away. “I’ll pick you up tonight at six-thirty for the dance.” He slung his blazer over his shoulder, “Try not to look so butch, ok? I can’t afford to have an ugly date on my arm.”
He ran before her latte could come anywhere near him.
--
Jonghyun waited on Junghee’s door step for about twenty minutes after his fourth knock, hands in the pockets of his slacks, the top three buttons of his white shirt undone. His sleeves were rolled up past his elbows, his blazer left in the car, shoes shiny and tapping impatiently on the porch.
Finally, the door swung open and it was Gwiboon that greeted Jonghyun, a fine brow arching as she leaned against the frame.
“You’re late,” the brunette said, accusing.
“I’ve been standing here for twenty minutes, Princess, maybe you guys should turn down that awful music so you could hear the door bell,” Jonghyun said, trying to keep his eyes on Gwiboon’s face and not the cut of her dress.
Gwiboon rolled her eyes and moved out of the way, sashaying off towards the den, where Kibum was sitting on the couch looking like a pampered prince with a champagne flute and his bow tie undone to hang on either side of his neck. Gwiboon slid onto his lap, her obscenely short dress hiking up her milky thighs even further, as she turned to address Jonghyun.
“Junghee unnie’s parents are gone for the weekend, the house is ours,” she explained, as Kibum leaned forward to drag his lips over her neck. Her eyes fluttered, “There’s some champagne in the kitchen if you want.”
Jonghyun made a beeline for the kitchen, feeling his face and other parts of his body heat up at the sight of his best friend molesting his girlfriend. Kibum hadn’t even noticed Jonghyun, had he? Then again, Jonghyun wouldn’t pay attention to much if he had a lapful of that.
There was an array of flutes arranged in what looked like a science experiment shelf, but Jonghyun paid it no mind. He knew Junghee’s parents were a bit… odd. They were rich, loaded in fact, and they traveled the world to get the finest things they could get their hands on. He knew these champagne flutes and even the champagne itself was from one of these escapades.
Picking one of the flutes up, he sniffed it once before taking a sip, liking the way the bubbles danced around on his tongue before falling down his throat. He leaned against the counter, figuring Junghee would be down once she was finished getting ready - he heard some questionable noises from the living room and pulled his collar away from his neck, trying to release some of the heat.
He downed the rest of the champagne flute and put the empty one back with a few other empty ones - apparently Kibum and Gwiboon weren’t really planning on attending the dance. He picked up another one and drank it as well - it tasted a bit different than the first one but he bypassed the thought, setting the empty one down and touching a finger to his temple. Two flutes and his head was already spinning? That must be some expensive champagne.
“Jonghyun?”
He turned towards the door way, where Junghee was standing, a curious brow arched.
Or at least… it sounded like Junghee, but he wasn’t sure if he was seeing properly.
She was wearing a satin navy dress, the halter top cut low to accentuate her breasts and give them a nice swell. It was knee-length, a slit up the side to nearly her panty line, exposing her slender leg; she was wearing black heels with blue sparkles, her brown hair curled and laid down to rest over her collarbones and brush over her shoulder blades.
Jonghyun’s mouth went dry.
“Are you drinking that champagne?” Junghee asked, stepping forward. The clack of her heels echoed off of the linoleum. “Aish, you know Kibum and Gwiboon like to spike their drinks with drugs, you know-”
The boy moved forward and took Junghee’s delicate wrist, the silver bangles decorating it jingling lightly as he pulled her forward and inclined his head for a kiss. Even with the heels she only came up to his chin and she was at the perfect height and oh, what perfume was she wearing? She never wore perfume. It was intoxicating. Or maybe it was the champagne. Drugs, did she say?
Junghee let out a surprised squeak as Jonghyun kissed her and backed her into the fridge, some of the magnets falling off and scattering on the floor. Her back arched a bit, the metal of the door cold and his hands slid down her sides to grip her hips tightly, shuffling towards the side to guide her towards the counter. Between kisses, as they gasped for air, Junghee tried to protest, tried to push Jonghyun away, but her hands were weak and her mouth was yielding so Jonghyun didn’t take it as a sign to stop.
He hoisted her onto the counter and used his hands to push up the material of her dress, bunching it around her hips and exposing her panties. His eyes took in the picture and he licked his lips, tracing the contours of the black lace thong, his fingers following his line of sight. She shuddered, her breath hitching, and the moans and sounds coming from the living room only spurred Jonghyun on further.
“What…” he breathed against her neck, nosing some curls away from the slender column so his sharp teeth could scrape over the skin. “… was in that champagne?”
It took Junghee a moment to reply, as her hands moved up to grip Jonghyun’s arms, her eyelids fluttering as a leg hitched up on his waist.
“E-Ecstasy…”
That wasn’t so bad; Jonghyun and Kibum had dabbled in it before and it hadn’t treated them terribly. Junghee’s newly manicured nails à là Gwiboon dug into Jonghyun’s skin through his shirt and he removed his hands from her body to finish undoing the rest of the buttons of his clothing, shrugging out of the white material and letting it drop to the floor. Her hands moved to his chest instantly, fingers tracing the curves of his collarbones as their lips met again and she moaned, arching into his body.
“You look amazing,” Jonghyun breathed against her neck, and Junghee whined a bit, her pelvis shifting forward on the counter.
“So do something about it,” she said breathily.
Jonghyun’s fingers pulled her thong off of her body in record time, dropping it on top of his shirt as he spread her legs and pulled her to the end of the counter. One of her heels was almost falling off of her foot and he reached down to fix it, trailing his fingers over the top of her foot, past her ankle and up the rest of her leg, before his hand moved between her thighs. She gasped when his palm came into contact with the hot flesh, his tongue licking his lips as he looked down to watch the wetness shimmer on his fingers from the bright lighting of the kitchen.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, when she spread her legs to expose herself to him, a blush dusting her cheeks. And he knew how Junghee worked - she thought Jonghyun liked baseless confidence, she thought he liked girls that knew what they wanted and she thought that he liked girls that gave it up easy.
She couldn’t have been more wrong.
Jonghyun liked girls that were themselves, girls that didn’t try too hard to get the attention of people. Jonghyun liked girls that had obnoxious laughs, laughs that they didn’t censor behind their hands. He liked girls that didn’t mind being shorter than everyone else, he liked girls that threw their hair into messy ponytails and wore sweatpants when they weren’t at school.
He liked girls that blushed, girls that fidgeted, girls that sometimes got a rather dumb, faraway look in their eyes whenever they thought no one was paying attention.
He liked Junghee.
But Jonghyun was a douche bag and so of course he wasn’t going to spill his heart out to her like that.
Two fingers slid inside of her wet heat and Jonghyun connected their lips again, a grunt of satisfaction leaving his lips at her tightness.
“You’re tight,” he commented, spreading his fingers before crooking them a bit, pressing upwards into her g-spot.
Her back arched a bit and his free hand moved to her slender waist, his fingers splaying over the smooth material of the dress, and she let out a soft huff, her head moving to rest against the cupboards behind her.
“You say that like you’re surprised,” she replied, her nose wrinkling.
“I don’t know, I’m sure you and Gwiboonie have been adventurous,” he said, and he braced for the smack to his head but instead he crooked his fingers the right way and she shuddered, moaning, her hands moving down to grip the edge of the counter next to her thighs. He chuckled, deciding to not make any more comments, as his tongue traced her lips and he turned to nip along her jaw, his neck stretching a bit since the counter was a bit higher than he could reach.
He moved his hand from her hip to his crotch, palming his dick through his slacks and undoing the belt and the fly, pulling his erection out and giving it a few quick, solid strokes. His mouth was still dry, his tongue working to try and bring some of Junghee’s saliva into it to wet it some but it wasn’t helping, nothing was helping.
She was suddenly wiggling to the edge of the counter, pushing him back, and oh God she wasn’t going to do this, he was being too much of a dick, she wasn’t attracted to him at all - his hands went to her shoulders once she got on the ground and her big, brown eyes looked up into his and she looked slightly confused, her bangs skewed a bit and fluttering in her eyes.
“I’m-”
“Yah, let go so I can kneel down,” she said, shrugging off his hands and doing just that, her knees sliding onto the linoleum as she reached to wrap her fingers around his cock, now eye-level with his leaking shaft.
Oh thank God.
His fingers moved to her hair, touching it for the first time in his life and it wasn’t soft like Gwiboon’s, and it wasn’t coarse, it just felt good under his fingers, real with no product to weigh it down. When her lips encircled the tip of his cock he bit his lower lip, moving her hair off to one side to expose the crane of her neck when she took more of him into her mouth, her pretty jaw line slacking to accommodate his size.
But like this he wouldn’t last long, he realized, as she pulled back and started jerking off his now spit-slicked cock.
“Stand up,” he said softly, and she obeyed easily, looking a bit unsure. Her legs shifted and without her panties in the way her wetness was leaking down the insides of her thighs, Jonghyun eyeing that part of her for a second before he smiled and reached to tug the hem of her dress down. “Where’s your bedroom?”
Junghee got the hint, as she blushed and took his hand, leading him out of the kitchen. Kibum had Gwiboon face-first in the cushions of the couch, ramming into her from behind, neither of them paying the older couple any mind as they scurried through the living room to start trotting up the stairs.
“Is that ok?” Jonghyun asked, throwing a thumb over his shoulder once they’d reached the landing.
“It’s nothing new,” Junghee said with a shrug. “She’s a slut for him.”
“I could tell,” Jonghyun said under his breath, as they entered Junghee’s room.
It was quaint and cute, not terribly girly but not masculine either. A laptop with some recording equipment was in the corner on her desk, some posters of her favorite singers up on the walls. Her bed looked big and plush, and he led her over to it, letting her get on first before he followed suit. His fingers slid up the hem of her dress once again, dragging over the skin of her legs simultaneously and she sat up a bit, reaching up to untie the halter. It took some work but they got the dress off soon enough and Junghee looked like she was ready to shy away, to flee, but Jonghyun chuckled and leaned forward, kissing her.
“What do you think is my ideal type?” Jonghyun asked against her lips.
She sucked in a breath, and shrugged.
“Whatever you think it is,” he said, leaning back and pulling his pants off, tossing them aside, kneeling before her in his boxers. “Forget about it.”
Junghee smiled, then, and her barriers were broke as she reached forward and grabbed Jonghyun by the back of the neck, bringing him into a bruising kiss. He met her easily and readily, their tongues pushing together as he shifted to wiggle out of his boxers, throwing them aside as well. Her hands greedily mapped his chest, nails scraping over it and he laid over her, between her legs as he spread her out nicely and dipped his mouth to the contour of her neck.
“Fuck,” she whispered out, as he teased the head of his dick along her wet folds.
“Should I get a condom?” he asked, glancing down to his pants where he knew a condom was located in his wallet.
“You are seriously so retarded sometimes,” Junghee huffed, reaching down to grab his hips and force the head of his cock into her body.
Well, Jonghyun couldn’t argue with that.
When their bodies moved together it was an exact mirror, a replica of each other and they were more than one as he thrust into her and she reciprocated by squeezing her walls around him. Her skinny legs wrapped around his waist and her arms kept his torso close, wrapping around his broad shoulders. His hips twisted and he thrust in at a different angle, feeling her body vibrate and thrum with pleasure beneath him as she cried out in ecstasy.
And speaking of, the drug in his system either wasn’t much or there wasn’t any at all, his mind completely clear save for the lusty haze that was clouding it. But he was fine with that, he was fine with the thought that it wasn’t a drug that made him go after Junghee, it was the girl herself, with her gorgeous, big eyes and her pouty pink lips.
She huffed and puffed with every thrust, her back arching a bit as she came undone beneath him, her body trembling as her first orgasm hit her. Her nails dug into his chest and he smirked despite the almost painful clenching around his dick; he was going to wreck her properly, and she had no clue. One of his hands moved to run his fingers over her breast, rolling the nipple around in his fingers before he pulled on it while pinching it, her eyes opening as her mouth fell open in a moan. He molested the flesh for a few moments before he slammed hard into her body, the bed rocking and bouncing against the wall.
Moving his fingers between them, his thumb stroked over her clit, his head tilting down to dribble some spit over the area. She whined and keened, her eyes opening to watch him move and he could feel her eyes burning into the muscles of his arms and his chest, could feel her eyes dip lower to watch his abdomen clench and unclench with every thrust. He chuckled, bending down to lick along her jaw and up to her ear, whispering hotly into it.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered softly, as his fingers and cock continued to work her, a soft sheen of sweat making her skin glimmer in the light. She merely whined some more, shaking her head as he shifted her hips towards the side a bit, spreading her left leg further out to the side so he could penetrate deeper. Words wee quickly failing Jonghyun, though, as she swung one of her legs up and over, laying both of them out to one side and squeezing his cock in a tight clamp. His hips stuttered and white flashed in his vision before he felt her body tightening around him again, her second orgasm coming strong.
But he saw the flash of that smirk, the smile that she knew what she was doing to him and while he liked the shy and unsure Junghee, this Junghee was ten times that, this Junghee that was issuing him a silent challenge with her actions and her glinting teeth.
It was too bad that he was going to lose, honestly.
He slammed into her one last time, his balls tensing and just as he was about to cum he pulled out in time to let his orgasm spill onto her stomach, pooling into her navel and sliding down to her pelvis, dripping down the hairless skin as she let out a soft moan, Jonghyun out of breath as he milked his cock dry and then slouched over her, his arms shaking with the attempt to hold him up.
Wrapping her arms around his torso, Junghee brought Jonghyun down to the bed and cuddled into his chest, one of her legs slotting between his, her face buried in the crook of his neck.
“So we’re not going to the dance either, huh?” Jonghyun asked, wrapping an arm around Junghee’s tiny waist.
“Not like it matters, I know you didn’t buy the tickets,” Junghee said with a giggle.
Damn, Jonghyun couldn’t win any way.
--
Hours later Jonghyun untangled himself from Junghee, using his boxers to clean them both up of the mess. He left the soiled material in the hamper with a smirk, then re-dressed himself and wandered downstairs to get the rest of his clothes. Gwiboon and Kibum were passed out on the couch, cuddled into each other, and it would have been a cute sight if Gwiboon’s lips didn’t have semen stained onto them.
He got his shirt out of the kitchen and picked up Junghee’s discarded thong to bring it to his nose and sniff, fluttering his eyes a bit. Whistling, he practically skipped out of the house with the panties twirling on his index finger, getting into his car and hanging them on the rear view mirror. He checked his hair in the reflection and then adjusted the mirror properly, making sure he didn’t look too debauched so his parents weren’t suspicious when he came home.
But it’s not like they wouldn’t notice the lacy underwear hanging from his mirror.
--
Come Monday, Jonghyun was surprised to see Junghee and Gwiboon skipping about, arm in arm, laughing about something or other. Well alright the two girls hanging out wasn’t surprising, but what did surprise Jonghyun was that Junghee’s skirt flipped up a bit as they rounded a corner, and Jonghyun caught sight of what she was wearing underneath.
His boxers.
His throat went dry.
He got a text two seconds later, reading the message beneath Junghee’s number:
I bet you’d look pretty cute in my panties, dude. Want to come over tonight and prove me wrong?
Ok, so maybe he could win at something.
[ Taemin & Taeyeon]
Part: 4/5
Pairing: Jonghyun/Junghee
Rating: NC-17
Prompt from: crystalshawol
OTL what a late update ;;
also, i feel like i butchered junghee :| so umm yeah oops
[ Key & Gwiboon] [ Minho & Minjung] [ Onew & Eunsook]
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“Pay attention to me!” Junghee whined, tugging on the sleeve of Jonghyun’s blazer.
Jonghyun tore his eyes away from Jinki and Eunsook to look down at the girl with an arched brow, “Why?”
Junghee huffed and punched Jonghyun in the shoulder, “Because! I’m your date to the Winter Formal!”
Jonghyun withered and rubbed his arm, consoling his date quickly, wondering just how he had gotten stuck with her. He had wanted to take Eunsook, the beautiful, stacked senior but of course Jinki had to get to her first. Jinki wasn’t even that attractive. Not that Jonghyun knew, since it’s not like he paid attention to boys…
Ok so Jonghyun had a bit of penis envy but that was normal for guys his age, alright?
Besides, his relationship with Junghee was pretty platonic. She wasn’t bad looking at all, in fact she sort of looked like she could be Jonghyun’s sister, but she didn’t act very girly. She wore sweats on the weekends and always had her hair in a messy pony tail with little make-up, not to mention she was always singing some sort of obnoxious song.
There was something charming about her, though, that he couldn’t put his finger on, and was most likely his reason for saying yes when she asked him out to the dance.
“Let’s go for coffee,” Junghee said, tugging Jonghyun out of the lunch room.
He wasn’t even going to bother telling her that they still had three more classes in the day, since they both tended to skip class whenever they felt like it. But he did sneak another glance at Eunsook, and missed the pout that filtered over Junghee’s features as she tried to push her breasts up with her hands, making them appear a bit bigger.
--
“So have you and Gwiboon ever made out?” Jonghyun asked as he and Junghee sat in the small café, the only other customers some old couple sharing a donut and coffee.
Junghee nearly spit out her latte, reaching over to smack Jonghyun on the arm, “Yah! Don’t ask those things!”
“What? And stop hitting me, dude,” Jonghyun sniveled, rubbing his arm.
“Don’t call me ‘dude’,” Junghee huffed. “Because I’m clearly a girl.”
Jonghyun blinked his wide eyes to Junghee, taking in her un-styled hair that was thrown into a pony tail, her average chest, her slender waist and the flats on her feet.
“You’re such a lesbian, though,” Jonghyun deadpanned.
“I am not a lesbian!” Junghee shrieked.
Wiggling a finger in his ear, Jonghyun decided to try and make sure that Junghee and Gwiboon didn’t hang out as often as normal. Clearly the younger girl was rubbing off on Junghee, with her shrieking and pouting and general bossiness.
“Whatever,” Jonghyun said, finishing his coffee and tossing it away. “I’ll pick you up tonight at six-thirty for the dance.” He slung his blazer over his shoulder, “Try not to look so butch, ok? I can’t afford to have an ugly date on my arm.”
He ran before her latte could come anywhere near him.
--
Jonghyun waited on Junghee’s door step for about twenty minutes after his fourth knock, hands in the pockets of his slacks, the top three buttons of his white shirt undone. His sleeves were rolled up past his elbows, his blazer left in the car, shoes shiny and tapping impatiently on the porch.
Finally, the door swung open and it was Gwiboon that greeted Jonghyun, a fine brow arching as she leaned against the frame.
“You’re late,” the brunette said, accusing.
“I’ve been standing here for twenty minutes, Princess, maybe you guys should turn down that awful music so you could hear the door bell,” Jonghyun said, trying to keep his eyes on Gwiboon’s face and not the cut of her dress.
Gwiboon rolled her eyes and moved out of the way, sashaying off towards the den, where Kibum was sitting on the couch looking like a pampered prince with a champagne flute and his bow tie undone to hang on either side of his neck. Gwiboon slid onto his lap, her obscenely short dress hiking up her milky thighs even further, as she turned to address Jonghyun.
“Junghee unnie’s parents are gone for the weekend, the house is ours,” she explained, as Kibum leaned forward to drag his lips over her neck. Her eyes fluttered, “There’s some champagne in the kitchen if you want.”
Jonghyun made a beeline for the kitchen, feeling his face and other parts of his body heat up at the sight of his best friend molesting his girlfriend. Kibum hadn’t even noticed Jonghyun, had he? Then again, Jonghyun wouldn’t pay attention to much if he had a lapful of that.
There was an array of flutes arranged in what looked like a science experiment shelf, but Jonghyun paid it no mind. He knew Junghee’s parents were a bit… odd. They were rich, loaded in fact, and they traveled the world to get the finest things they could get their hands on. He knew these champagne flutes and even the champagne itself was from one of these escapades.
Picking one of the flutes up, he sniffed it once before taking a sip, liking the way the bubbles danced around on his tongue before falling down his throat. He leaned against the counter, figuring Junghee would be down once she was finished getting ready - he heard some questionable noises from the living room and pulled his collar away from his neck, trying to release some of the heat.
He downed the rest of the champagne flute and put the empty one back with a few other empty ones - apparently Kibum and Gwiboon weren’t really planning on attending the dance. He picked up another one and drank it as well - it tasted a bit different than the first one but he bypassed the thought, setting the empty one down and touching a finger to his temple. Two flutes and his head was already spinning? That must be some expensive champagne.
“Jonghyun?”
He turned towards the door way, where Junghee was standing, a curious brow arched.
Or at least… it sounded like Junghee, but he wasn’t sure if he was seeing properly.
She was wearing a satin navy dress, the halter top cut low to accentuate her breasts and give them a nice swell. It was knee-length, a slit up the side to nearly her panty line, exposing her slender leg; she was wearing black heels with blue sparkles, her brown hair curled and laid down to rest over her collarbones and brush over her shoulder blades.
Jonghyun’s mouth went dry.
“Are you drinking that champagne?” Junghee asked, stepping forward. The clack of her heels echoed off of the linoleum. “Aish, you know Kibum and Gwiboon like to spike their drinks with drugs, you know-”
The boy moved forward and took Junghee’s delicate wrist, the silver bangles decorating it jingling lightly as he pulled her forward and inclined his head for a kiss. Even with the heels she only came up to his chin and she was at the perfect height and oh, what perfume was she wearing? She never wore perfume. It was intoxicating. Or maybe it was the champagne. Drugs, did she say?
Junghee let out a surprised squeak as Jonghyun kissed her and backed her into the fridge, some of the magnets falling off and scattering on the floor. Her back arched a bit, the metal of the door cold and his hands slid down her sides to grip her hips tightly, shuffling towards the side to guide her towards the counter. Between kisses, as they gasped for air, Junghee tried to protest, tried to push Jonghyun away, but her hands were weak and her mouth was yielding so Jonghyun didn’t take it as a sign to stop.
He hoisted her onto the counter and used his hands to push up the material of her dress, bunching it around her hips and exposing her panties. His eyes took in the picture and he licked his lips, tracing the contours of the black lace thong, his fingers following his line of sight. She shuddered, her breath hitching, and the moans and sounds coming from the living room only spurred Jonghyun on further.
“What…” he breathed against her neck, nosing some curls away from the slender column so his sharp teeth could scrape over the skin. “… was in that champagne?”
It took Junghee a moment to reply, as her hands moved up to grip Jonghyun’s arms, her eyelids fluttering as a leg hitched up on his waist.
“E-Ecstasy…”
That wasn’t so bad; Jonghyun and Kibum had dabbled in it before and it hadn’t treated them terribly. Junghee’s newly manicured nails à là Gwiboon dug into Jonghyun’s skin through his shirt and he removed his hands from her body to finish undoing the rest of the buttons of his clothing, shrugging out of the white material and letting it drop to the floor. Her hands moved to his chest instantly, fingers tracing the curves of his collarbones as their lips met again and she moaned, arching into his body.
“You look amazing,” Jonghyun breathed against her neck, and Junghee whined a bit, her pelvis shifting forward on the counter.
“So do something about it,” she said breathily.
Jonghyun’s fingers pulled her thong off of her body in record time, dropping it on top of his shirt as he spread her legs and pulled her to the end of the counter. One of her heels was almost falling off of her foot and he reached down to fix it, trailing his fingers over the top of her foot, past her ankle and up the rest of her leg, before his hand moved between her thighs. She gasped when his palm came into contact with the hot flesh, his tongue licking his lips as he looked down to watch the wetness shimmer on his fingers from the bright lighting of the kitchen.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, when she spread her legs to expose herself to him, a blush dusting her cheeks. And he knew how Junghee worked - she thought Jonghyun liked baseless confidence, she thought he liked girls that knew what they wanted and she thought that he liked girls that gave it up easy.
She couldn’t have been more wrong.
Jonghyun liked girls that were themselves, girls that didn’t try too hard to get the attention of people. Jonghyun liked girls that had obnoxious laughs, laughs that they didn’t censor behind their hands. He liked girls that didn’t mind being shorter than everyone else, he liked girls that threw their hair into messy ponytails and wore sweatpants when they weren’t at school.
He liked girls that blushed, girls that fidgeted, girls that sometimes got a rather dumb, faraway look in their eyes whenever they thought no one was paying attention.
He liked Junghee.
But Jonghyun was a douche bag and so of course he wasn’t going to spill his heart out to her like that.
Two fingers slid inside of her wet heat and Jonghyun connected their lips again, a grunt of satisfaction leaving his lips at her tightness.
“You’re tight,” he commented, spreading his fingers before crooking them a bit, pressing upwards into her g-spot.
Her back arched a bit and his free hand moved to her slender waist, his fingers splaying over the smooth material of the dress, and she let out a soft huff, her head moving to rest against the cupboards behind her.
“You say that like you’re surprised,” she replied, her nose wrinkling.
“I don’t know, I’m sure you and Gwiboonie have been adventurous,” he said, and he braced for the smack to his head but instead he crooked his fingers the right way and she shuddered, moaning, her hands moving down to grip the edge of the counter next to her thighs. He chuckled, deciding to not make any more comments, as his tongue traced her lips and he turned to nip along her jaw, his neck stretching a bit since the counter was a bit higher than he could reach.
He moved his hand from her hip to his crotch, palming his dick through his slacks and undoing the belt and the fly, pulling his erection out and giving it a few quick, solid strokes. His mouth was still dry, his tongue working to try and bring some of Junghee’s saliva into it to wet it some but it wasn’t helping, nothing was helping.
She was suddenly wiggling to the edge of the counter, pushing him back, and oh God she wasn’t going to do this, he was being too much of a dick, she wasn’t attracted to him at all - his hands went to her shoulders once she got on the ground and her big, brown eyes looked up into his and she looked slightly confused, her bangs skewed a bit and fluttering in her eyes.
“I’m-”
“Yah, let go so I can kneel down,” she said, shrugging off his hands and doing just that, her knees sliding onto the linoleum as she reached to wrap her fingers around his cock, now eye-level with his leaking shaft.
Oh thank God.
His fingers moved to her hair, touching it for the first time in his life and it wasn’t soft like Gwiboon’s, and it wasn’t coarse, it just felt good under his fingers, real with no product to weigh it down. When her lips encircled the tip of his cock he bit his lower lip, moving her hair off to one side to expose the crane of her neck when she took more of him into her mouth, her pretty jaw line slacking to accommodate his size.
But like this he wouldn’t last long, he realized, as she pulled back and started jerking off his now spit-slicked cock.
“Stand up,” he said softly, and she obeyed easily, looking a bit unsure. Her legs shifted and without her panties in the way her wetness was leaking down the insides of her thighs, Jonghyun eyeing that part of her for a second before he smiled and reached to tug the hem of her dress down. “Where’s your bedroom?”
Junghee got the hint, as she blushed and took his hand, leading him out of the kitchen. Kibum had Gwiboon face-first in the cushions of the couch, ramming into her from behind, neither of them paying the older couple any mind as they scurried through the living room to start trotting up the stairs.
“Is that ok?” Jonghyun asked, throwing a thumb over his shoulder once they’d reached the landing.
“It’s nothing new,” Junghee said with a shrug. “She’s a slut for him.”
“I could tell,” Jonghyun said under his breath, as they entered Junghee’s room.
It was quaint and cute, not terribly girly but not masculine either. A laptop with some recording equipment was in the corner on her desk, some posters of her favorite singers up on the walls. Her bed looked big and plush, and he led her over to it, letting her get on first before he followed suit. His fingers slid up the hem of her dress once again, dragging over the skin of her legs simultaneously and she sat up a bit, reaching up to untie the halter. It took some work but they got the dress off soon enough and Junghee looked like she was ready to shy away, to flee, but Jonghyun chuckled and leaned forward, kissing her.
“What do you think is my ideal type?” Jonghyun asked against her lips.
She sucked in a breath, and shrugged.
“Whatever you think it is,” he said, leaning back and pulling his pants off, tossing them aside, kneeling before her in his boxers. “Forget about it.”
Junghee smiled, then, and her barriers were broke as she reached forward and grabbed Jonghyun by the back of the neck, bringing him into a bruising kiss. He met her easily and readily, their tongues pushing together as he shifted to wiggle out of his boxers, throwing them aside as well. Her hands greedily mapped his chest, nails scraping over it and he laid over her, between her legs as he spread her out nicely and dipped his mouth to the contour of her neck.
“Fuck,” she whispered out, as he teased the head of his dick along her wet folds.
“Should I get a condom?” he asked, glancing down to his pants where he knew a condom was located in his wallet.
“You are seriously so retarded sometimes,” Junghee huffed, reaching down to grab his hips and force the head of his cock into her body.
Well, Jonghyun couldn’t argue with that.
When their bodies moved together it was an exact mirror, a replica of each other and they were more than one as he thrust into her and she reciprocated by squeezing her walls around him. Her skinny legs wrapped around his waist and her arms kept his torso close, wrapping around his broad shoulders. His hips twisted and he thrust in at a different angle, feeling her body vibrate and thrum with pleasure beneath him as she cried out in ecstasy.
And speaking of, the drug in his system either wasn’t much or there wasn’t any at all, his mind completely clear save for the lusty haze that was clouding it. But he was fine with that, he was fine with the thought that it wasn’t a drug that made him go after Junghee, it was the girl herself, with her gorgeous, big eyes and her pouty pink lips.
She huffed and puffed with every thrust, her back arching a bit as she came undone beneath him, her body trembling as her first orgasm hit her. Her nails dug into his chest and he smirked despite the almost painful clenching around his dick; he was going to wreck her properly, and she had no clue. One of his hands moved to run his fingers over her breast, rolling the nipple around in his fingers before he pulled on it while pinching it, her eyes opening as her mouth fell open in a moan. He molested the flesh for a few moments before he slammed hard into her body, the bed rocking and bouncing against the wall.
Moving his fingers between them, his thumb stroked over her clit, his head tilting down to dribble some spit over the area. She whined and keened, her eyes opening to watch him move and he could feel her eyes burning into the muscles of his arms and his chest, could feel her eyes dip lower to watch his abdomen clench and unclench with every thrust. He chuckled, bending down to lick along her jaw and up to her ear, whispering hotly into it.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered softly, as his fingers and cock continued to work her, a soft sheen of sweat making her skin glimmer in the light. She merely whined some more, shaking her head as he shifted her hips towards the side a bit, spreading her left leg further out to the side so he could penetrate deeper. Words wee quickly failing Jonghyun, though, as she swung one of her legs up and over, laying both of them out to one side and squeezing his cock in a tight clamp. His hips stuttered and white flashed in his vision before he felt her body tightening around him again, her second orgasm coming strong.
But he saw the flash of that smirk, the smile that she knew what she was doing to him and while he liked the shy and unsure Junghee, this Junghee was ten times that, this Junghee that was issuing him a silent challenge with her actions and her glinting teeth.
It was too bad that he was going to lose, honestly.
He slammed into her one last time, his balls tensing and just as he was about to cum he pulled out in time to let his orgasm spill onto her stomach, pooling into her navel and sliding down to her pelvis, dripping down the hairless skin as she let out a soft moan, Jonghyun out of breath as he milked his cock dry and then slouched over her, his arms shaking with the attempt to hold him up.
Wrapping her arms around his torso, Junghee brought Jonghyun down to the bed and cuddled into his chest, one of her legs slotting between his, her face buried in the crook of his neck.
“So we’re not going to the dance either, huh?” Jonghyun asked, wrapping an arm around Junghee’s tiny waist.
“Not like it matters, I know you didn’t buy the tickets,” Junghee said with a giggle.
Damn, Jonghyun couldn’t win any way.
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Hours later Jonghyun untangled himself from Junghee, using his boxers to clean them both up of the mess. He left the soiled material in the hamper with a smirk, then re-dressed himself and wandered downstairs to get the rest of his clothes. Gwiboon and Kibum were passed out on the couch, cuddled into each other, and it would have been a cute sight if Gwiboon’s lips didn’t have semen stained onto them.
He got his shirt out of the kitchen and picked up Junghee’s discarded thong to bring it to his nose and sniff, fluttering his eyes a bit. Whistling, he practically skipped out of the house with the panties twirling on his index finger, getting into his car and hanging them on the rear view mirror. He checked his hair in the reflection and then adjusted the mirror properly, making sure he didn’t look too debauched so his parents weren’t suspicious when he came home.
But it’s not like they wouldn’t notice the lacy underwear hanging from his mirror.
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Come Monday, Jonghyun was surprised to see Junghee and Gwiboon skipping about, arm in arm, laughing about something or other. Well alright the two girls hanging out wasn’t surprising, but what did surprise Jonghyun was that Junghee’s skirt flipped up a bit as they rounded a corner, and Jonghyun caught sight of what she was wearing underneath.
His boxers.
His throat went dry.
He got a text two seconds later, reading the message beneath Junghee’s number:
I bet you’d look pretty cute in my panties, dude. Want to come over tonight and prove me wrong?
Ok, so maybe he could win at something.
[ Taemin & Taeyeon]