inside in inside out (2/2)
Kris feels extremely grateful for the existence of ice. Which is a bit strange, considering he absolutely despises cold weather, much preferring the warmth and heat of the spring and summer seasons. And unfortunately for him, his university was located in a city that had super bipolar weather patterns, leading it to snow the week after spring break, in March, when it was supposed to be the beginning of shorts and flip-flop weather.
“You’re actually going to class today?” Chanyeol asked in between bites of cereal.
“They didn’t call a snow day or anything, so yeah,” Kris answered, pulling on his coat.
“It’s a Friday,” Chanyeol began listing. “And you have only one class. And the roads are all icy as fuck.”
“And I don’t want to fall behind in this class,” Kris provided as he wrapped the scarf around his neck.
“Oh, wait,” Chanyeol said, realization hitting him. “This is the class with the professor whose daughter you wanna bang, huh?”
Kris turned and flicked one of his gloves into Chanyeol’s cereal bowl. He merely fished it out and continued spooning the sugary breakfast into his mouth. “I wonder what sort of a grade he’d give you at the end of the semester if he found out what a mega hard-on you had for his daughter-”
Kris shut the door behind him, not even caring that his left hand would probably end up freezing at some point in the day.
The roads were really icy, and rather difficult for Kris to navigate. He had to drive much slower than usual, making it to campus with barely any time to spare before his class started. He hopped out of his car and headed towards the building where his class was located, jogging slightly to make it on time.
He was almost there when he heard the loveliest voice on the planet call, “Kris!” from behind him. He stopped and turned on his heel to face her, bringing his hand up to give her a wave.
Unfortunately, during that process, he slipped on the ice below him, causing him to lose balance and fall sideways. There was a painful bang on his head that Kris felt before everything went black.
-
Kris opened his eyes, blinking them rapidly as he tried to adjust to the bright lights. All he could see in front of his face was white, and when he looked to his left, white, and when he looked to his right-
He realized he must be in heaven, because there was an angel right there next to him.
“Hey,” the angel said gently, smiling softly at him. “How’s your head doing?”
It wasn’t till then that Kris noted the dull throbbing on the left side of his brain. He sat up from his position lying down and placed a hand there, feeling the soreness.
“Here, let me see,” Junmyeon said, standing up from the chair she’d been sitting in beside his medical bed. She placed a cautious hand around the immediate area of pain, and somehow her touch seemed to make it feel better. “You’re probably gonna have a pretty bad bruise for a while.”
“What…happened?” Kris asked, realizing he wasn’t quite sure what exactly was going on.
“You slipped on some ice,” Junmyeon clarified, looking at him with what appeared to be guilt, “and hit your head against one of the bike racks. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have called out to you like that.”
“No, you…” Kris shook his head. “You brought me here, right?”
"Well, no, I just went to the health center to find some people to go get you-"
"Thank you," Kris said sincerely. "I...thank you."
Junmyeon gave him a small smile. "You're welcome."
"I want to...buy you coffee...or something," Kris said, smooth as ever.
"Oh, no, you don't owe me anything for this," Junmyeon argued, shaking her head, "I mean, I'm the one who caused all this-"
"No, I just...want to buy you coffee," Kris repeated. "And buy one for myself. And we can drink them together. Because I want to have coffee with you."
"Oh," Junmyeon replied, realizing now what he meant. "Oh. Okay. Yeah. I'll...have coffee with you, then."
"You will?" Kris was legitimately surprised.
Junmyeon nodded.
Kris's heart started pounding even quicker than the pounding in his head.
***
"What's his favorite flavor of cake?" Jumyeon asks as they head down the aisle at the grocery market with all the baking materials.
"Uhm...I'm not actually sure," Kris admits. "But...I know he likes brownies."
"Brownies?" Junmyeon repeats, walking a bit further down and looking at the brownie mix selection.
"Yeah."
She leans over to look at some of the boxes on the lower shelves. Kris can't help but stare at what of her chest is being exposed thanks to her position. He notices that her bra appears to be pink.
Junmyeon stands back up and looks at Kris questioningly.
"Sorry, what?" he asks, realizing he missed something.
"Which sort of brownies do you think Yixing would like best?" Junmyeon asks, motioning to the section of brownie mix beside them.
"Oh, uh..." Kris eyes the options for a moment. "Anything really." As long as he can sneak a bit of pot into them, Yixing could care less if they have walnuts or chocolate chips.
Junmyeon shrugs, and grabs a random box off the shelf. "Okay. Easy enough. Do you have anything else in particular you're planning on getting him for his birthday?"
Just a new hookah hose, since one on his has a crack in it. "Haven't really thought about it yet."
"Well, it's coming up soon, you should really get on that."
I want to get on that, Kris repeats mentally, watching as Junmyeon's skirt rides up when she stands on her tiptoes to grab something from a top shelf. He'd normally offer to get it for her, seeing as he's quite taller than her, but missing out on a chance to get a glimpse of the tops of her perfect thighs, so smooth and pale and-
"Kris, can you please grab be that chocolate frosting up there?" Junmyeon asks, and he hopes that he reverted his eyes quickly enough before she realized he was trying to sneak a peak up her skirt.
Then again, they've been together over six months already. The only reason Kris is willing to put up with nothing but kissing and hand-holding for so long is because, well, this is Junmyeon. She is so kind and perfect and breathtaking and everything Kris could ask for in a girl. But he can't deny the fact that it's hard, wanting his girlfriend to remain her innocent sweet little self but also wanting to show her how much he loves her in the way that she more than deserves to be shown.
Admittedly, he is also scared. Kris isn't ever really sure how far he can take things with Junmyeon, and not just in terms of their physical relationship or lack thereof. He's scared of scaring her off. He knows that she knows Yixing is a total stoner, and that sometimes they smoke shit together, yet he still tucks his roommate's hookah and bongs into the back of a cupboard when he knows Junmyeon will be over. He doesn't want to push her into something she's not ready to do with him, and end up regretting it afterwards. Kris simply just doesn't want to be the one to ruin her and have that sort of guilt to deal with.
"Thanks, sweetie," Junmyeon says, as she takes the frosting can he got for her from his hands. She stretches up on her toes and presses a sweet kiss to his lips, and suddenly he's reminded of another reason why he's okay with where they're still only at physically...because Junmyeon's simple chaste kisses are so perfect that at the time, they feel like all he really needs in order to keep his world spinning.
***
Kris feels extremely grateful for the existence of stars. Always has. Since he was a young child he loved going out at night and staring up at the stars, trying to count them all, but always losing track eventually and just continuing to stare until he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and was called back inside for bedtime. At night he would dream of galaxies and planets and all the other mysterious things up there.
But somehow, for the first time in his life, on a wonderfully clear night where the stars were so beautifully visible in the sky, he could not for the life of him focus on them. He was too busy focusing on the fact that if he just reached over a few centimeters, he could take Junmyeon's hand in his own, finally feel how perfect he imagined it would feel within his own.
"What's that one called?" she asked, pointing up at the sky, light from the moon illuminating her features wonderfully.
"Uhm." Kris managed to tear his gaze away from her face and look up. "Uhm...uhm..."
"Come on, you're supposed to know this stuff," Junmyeon teased, grinning at him. "You are an astronomy major, right?"
"Well, yes," he answered, trying to avoid the overwhelming urge to run his hands against her smooth-looking cheek. Then he would lean forward and very softly press his lips against-
"You really like the stars, don't you?" Junmyeon wondered, looking genuinely curious. He really liked that about her, she always seemed truly interested in what he was talking about, no matter how dull or irrelevant it might be.
"I...yeah, I do," he admitted, feeling a bit silly at himself for his fascination.
"Do you like them more than you like me?"
Kris blinked at her. "I...what?"
"You heard me," Junmyeon said, looking at him expectantly, awaiting his answer.
"I...yes," Kris told her, looking down in sudden embarrassment. "I like you quite a bit more than the stars actually."
"Kris," Junmyeon said softly, and he looked back up at her, immediately deciding that if the only stars he was ever able to look at again were the ones in her eyes, he would be one hundred percent okay with that.
Junmyeon suddenly leaned over and pressed her lips against Kris's. He didn't even have time react before she pulled away and smiled at him, saying, "I like you too."
Kris's lips were positively tingling.
***
"Halloween is in a few weeks," Junmyeon mentions as she returns some of the ingredients they'd used to make dinner into Kris's fridge.
"It is, huh?" he says, not having really thought about it until just then.
"We should do the whole cheesy couple costume thing this year," Junmyeon suggests, turning around and giving him a hopeful smile.
"You want to?"
"Mhmm." She nods and hops up so that she's sitting on the kitchen counter. "We could do something like...Mario and Princess Peach."
Kris nods and tries to come up with another set for them to consider. "How about Bert and Ernie?"
Junmyeon chuckles and reaches her arm out, asking Kris to come closer. He steps across the kitchen and takes her hand, standing in front of where she's sitting on the counter. "How about you be Batman," she suggests, "and I'll be your Robin."
Kris thinks about it and nods, liking the idea of that. "Yeah, that'd be cool. You'd make a cute Robin." He presses his finger against her nose.
"You always think that I'm cute," Junmyeon pouts, shaking her head. "Why am I only ever cute to you?"
"You're...no, you're not just cute," Kris disagrees, a bit confused with the sudden change of mood in the room. "You're beautiful and gorgeous and perfect and-"
"Do you think I'm sexy?" Junmyeon asks quietly, looking Kris intently in the eyes. "Could I be a sexy Robin to your Batman?"
"I..." Kris isn't quite sure how to answer that question to be honest. She'd never asked him something like that and he wasn't really expecting something like this from his girlfriend...like ever.
"Kris," Junmyeon says, because Kris doesn't want to call that a moan, despite the fact that it sounded scarily similar to one. She tugs him closer with the hand of his she's holding, and he ends up standing in-between her now slightly spread legs from her place on the counter. "I love you."
She just looks at him, waiting, and he replies, "I...I love you too, Junmyeon."
Junmyeon leans in closer, her breath ghosting over his ear when she whispers, "But do you want me?"
Kris's words are stuck in his throat. Of course he fucking wants her, he's fucking wanted her from the moment he first laid eyes on her, in every possible way. She's all he ever thinks about anymore, every moment of every single day. The only thing he wants is Junmyeon, the only thing he'll ever want is Junmyeon.
"Chanyeol is with Baekhyun meeting her parents this weekend," she reminds him, "and Yixing has the night shift...we're all alone here at your house with no chance of annoying little brothers barging in and ruining the moment...if there was ever a time for us to..." she trails off, pressing her lips against his. Only this time she takes it further, licking against his bottom lip, asking permission. Kris tries to keep his brain functioning and willingly opens his mouth, losing his sanity at the feeling of Junmyeon's tongue sliding against his own. She lets go of the hand of his she'd been holding and wraps both her arms around his midsection, pulling him closer so he's pressed fully against her, her legs on either side of his waist. Kris finally seems to at least somewhat come to his senses, grabbing at the undersides of bother her thighs and holding her in place against him. The feeling of her in his hands, despite the fact that her jeans are in the way if her skin, is more than he could ever ask for, combined with her hot mouth working it's magic against his own and her hands clawing at the back of his shirt, Kris isn't sure how he's not spontaneously combusting.
Junmyeon pulls back and places her forehead against Kris's, the two of them both trying to catch their breaths.
"I’m sick of always waking up all riled up,” she says quietly, “wishing it could be you instead of just my own fingers inside of me.”
Kris swallows.
“Do you want me, Kris?" Junmyeon asks again, running her hands from his back to his abdomen, then moving them up and over his shoulders to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to her somehow.
"God, yes," he gasps back, his own hands squeezing hard where they're gripping at her hips. "So much, Junmyeon, you don't even know."
"Then show me," she demands, pushing against his chest so she can hop off the counter. Kris can't help but lean down and capture her lips once again. Junmyeon intertwines their fingers together and pulls away from the kiss, tugging Kris towards his bedroom. He shuts the door behind him once their inside, despite the fact that there's no one in the house but the two of them.
Junmyeon goes right ahead and crawls into the middle of his bed, turning to lay on her back, giving Kris an expectant look. No further persuasion is needed as he joins her on the bed, hovering over her, placed comfortably in between her legs once more. He leans forward and kisses her, suddenly unable to get enough of the feeling of her mouth against his. If it were up to him, Kris would just remain making out with Junmyeon for the rest of his life.
One of his hands is holding him up so he's not crushing her and the other is cupping her hip, rubbing circles with his thumb onto the strip of skin that sits between her blouse hem and jeans. Junmyeon turns her head to the side so his mouth is no longer against hers, but he continues kissing, moving down her jaw and onto her neck, wanting to taste every single fucking inch of her perfect skin.
"Take it off," Junmyeon suddenly says, placing her hands on either side of her so she can push herself up into a sitting position. Kris follows, sitting back on his knees and just looking at her. He enjoys this sight, what with her normally smooth hair thoroughly mussed, lips swollen from all the kissing.
"What?" he asks, realizing he's just a beat too late. His brain seems to still be trying to catch up a bit with what exactly is happening right now.
Junmyeon places her hand lightly over where Kris's is resting on the hem of her shirt. "Take it off," she repeats.
Kris immediately obliges, tugging the shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the side. His eyes sweep over her torso, taking in the sight of her pale purple bra with the lacy trim against her wonderful pale skin. He feels himself swallow thickly and his dick throbs painfully within his pants.
Junmyeon is biting her bottom lip as she reaches forward and unbuttons Kris’s jeans. She leaves them at that though, and moves to making work of getting his shirt off, leaving both of them shirtless. Pulling him down towards her by his shoulders, she reconnects their lips, pressing her chest against his. Then she pushes him to the side, detaching their lips for a second as she gets him on his backside against his bed. She gets up off the bed for a moment, only to quickly remove her jeans, before crawling back on and straddling his waist, clad in nothing but her cute purple panty set now.
Junmyeon giggles at him as Kris does nothing but stare at her. “Say something,” she says. “Why are you being so quiet?”
“I’m just…” he’s not quite sure, “…a bit overwhelmed?” He could not have sounded more like a virginal pubescent boy at that moment if he tried.
She titters once more at that and tells him, “Don’t be.” She grabs both his hands into her own, bringing them up and running them over her sides, higher and higher until she guides him over the cups of her bra. When she lets go, he squeezes lightly, feeling the weight of her breasts within his palms, supple and pliant and perfect.
“Mmm, Kris,” Junmyeon moans, leaning down and placing kisses against willing mouth. He reluctantly removes his hands from her chest, now at an awkward position between their bodies, and moves them to grip at her hips again. He can feel her grinding down just the slightest against his covered erection, and decides to reach a bit further back, gripping her ass cheeks and assisting her, pushing their heated centers closer to one another. Junmyeon whimpers against his mouth.
“Kris, touch me, please,” she asks, ever so politely, and whatever he was holding back before is immediately out the window. He rolls them over so that he’s once again balanced over her, reconnecting their lips as he brings one of his hands between their bodies, stroking lightly against her covered pussy. She immediately bucks into the touch, and Kris groans when he realizes just how wet she is.
He begins kissing down her neck, and keeps going until he’s at the tops of her breasts, placing kisses right above the hem of her bra. Junmyeon is just the slightest bit impatient, and doesn’t wait for him to remove her bra, reaching behind herself and unclasping it herself, leaving her upper body entirely unclothed.
Of course, Kris immediately decides that Junmyeon’s boobs are perfect, the most perfect he’s ever seen before, because Junmyeon herself is just so absolutely goddamn fucking perfect.
“You’re perfect,” he voices out loud before placing a kiss on her right nipple. Junmyeon gasps softly when his tongue begins lazily circling her hardened nub, writhing at the sensation. Kris can’t help but grin against her breast, pleased with himself for the ability to make her like this. With one elbow placed on the side of her head, holding him up, he brings his other hand up and begins working on her other breast, kneading the flesh in his palm before tweaking her nipple between his thumb and finger.
Kris thinks he could spend the rest of his life against Junmyeon’s chest like this, and be more than absolutely satisfied. The little sounds of pleasure emitting from her could drive him to go on forever. With one final hard suck, he switches side, moving his mouth to pay attention to her left breast. She grasps the hair at the back of his head when his teeth scrape lightly over her nipple, guiding him more towards her as she arches off the bed once more, bringing them impossibly close. He feels her hips circling against his own and he suddenly decides to kiss his way down her stomach, pausing slightly once he gets to the edge of her panties. Hands still gripping his hair, he can feel her encouraging him to go lower, and he places a soft kiss right at the center of her soaked underwear.
“Fuck, Kris,” Junmyeon moans, pushing her core harder against his face. He stills for a moment, never having heard that sort of language fall from his girlfriend’s pretty little mouth. He has to admit, it’s really fucking hot.
“Kris, just…please,” she begs, squirming towards him. Kris doesn’t need to be asked twice, hooking his fingers under her panties and pulling them down past her feet. He returns himself to his place in between her spread legs, noting just how moist she is. He licks his lips at the sight of her glistening folds, before running a tentative lick over her warm cunt. Her legs try to come together against his head, but he brings his hands up to hold them open.
Kris works his tongue languidly against her pussy, and from her reactions, he can tell he’s doing alright. He licks his way up, circling her clit lightly a few times before dipping down lower to apply more pressure. Junmyeon whines and pulls at his hair in response.
Kris shifts his position a bit, still paying attention to her swollen nub, and bringing in a single finger, tracing casually against her entrance. Junmyeon pushes herself down against his teasing finger and he complies, pressing it slowly inside of her.
“Shit, Kris, more,” Junmyeon sighs, and he immediately adds a second finger, stretching her tight, moist walls with his digits. He curls and uncurls his fingers inside her and continues worrying her at her clit, sucking lightly at it just once. He couldn’t seem to get enough, of her taste, or her smell, of all her noises that were music to his ears. He could not get enough of Junmyeon.
Suddenly, the hand in his hair starts pushing him away, and he looks up at her, confused, as she attempts to catch her breath. The positively wrecked sight of her makes him want to continue until she’s so far gone, as a result of him and only him.
“Kris, stop, I want…” she trails off, swallows, and looks straight into his eyes when she says, “Fuck me.”
“Shit,” Kris curses, removing his fingers from within her and crawling up to attack her mouth with his. This is a side of his girlfriend he’s never seen before, never expected to see, but it has to be the single best surprise he’s ever gotten in his life. He pulls back and climbs off the bed, scrambling to find where he left his stupid fucking condoms.
“My purse,” Junmyeon provides from where she’s still waiting on his bed, and he all but sprints out of his room to where she left her purse on the dining room table, scrounging through it quickly before finding one and returning to his bedroom. The image in front of him, Junmyeon spread out and naked on his bed, waiting for him has been the basic setting of every dream he’s had since…well, since the first day he saw her to be honest.
Kris swiftly unzips his pants and pushes them down his legs along with his boxers. He rolls the condom over his length and settles once more in between her legs, feeling right at home there. She grabs him by the back of the neck and pulls him down to kiss her. He moves his hips forward a bit, the tip of his length barely ghosting against her entrance. In reply, Junmyeon lifts her own hips off the bed a bit, giving him the go ahead.
Kris pushes himself inside of her pulsing heat, the tightness enveloping his cock and driving him wild. He pauses for a minute when he’s fully sheathed within her, their tongues working lazily against one another, before he pulls out a bit and thrusts back into her again.
“Ah, ah,” Junmyeon gasps against his lips, her fingers scratching crudely across his back as he sets his rhythm of driving into her. It feels so perfect, Kris doesn’t understand how anything in this world could be so pleasurable. He notes the pressure building up within him, but he doesn’t want it to end, he wants to keep going forever.
“Kris, wait,” Junmyeon suddenly says, bringing her arms around and pushing at his shoulder.
He stops immediately, thinking he might have hurt her or something. “I…what, are you okay?” he asks, suddenly concerned that he’s done something to fuck everything up.
She ignores his question and just keeps pushing against him, effectively putting distance between them. Kris is trying to realize what he’s done wrong when she shoves him to the other side of the bed. But then suddenly she’s arranging herself on top of him once more, one of her hands placed firmly against his hip, the other gripping at his dick behind her, helping to guide it back inside of her. Kris grunts at the sight and sensation, wondering what amazing thing he must have accomplished in a past life to deserve this.
After steadying herself a bit, Junmyeon begins circling her hips on top of him, creating a friction the both of them so desperately need. She then starts to rock against him, her face twisting beautifully with pleasure. Her breasts are rising and falling in time with her bounces and Kris is hypnotized by the motion.
It’s when Junmyeon takes one of his wrists in her hand that he realizes he’s sort of just laying there, not doing much of anything. She places his hand right at the front of her cunt, and he just watches for a moment as his cock slides in and out of her before he understands what she’s asking for, rubbing his finger against her clit as she rides him.
“Ah, Kris, don’t stop,” Junmyeon commands, moving on top of him more quickly now. He shoves his hips off the bed, so he can get deeper inside of her, assisting her orgasm that he can tell is close.
“Fuck, Kris,” she breathes, clenching around him hard and then letting out a loud whimper, coming apart at the seams. Her hips start slowing down a bit, but Kris doesn’t relent, hips driving up into her as she rides out her orgasm. Her blissed out face is all he needs before he’s coming as well, her name released in the form of a moan from his lips as he spills into the condom.
Kris settles his hips back against the bed, pulling his hand from Junmyeon’s sensitive center to help stabilize her. She leans onto her left knee, rolling off so she’s now back on the bed beside him, and Kris immediately misses the feeling of being inside her. He removes the condom from his softening dick and tosses it towards the trash can, but misses. Junmyeon giggles at that.
Junmyeon moves so that she’s propped on one of her elbows on her side, other arm being used to trace shapes onto Kris’s bare chest. He closes his eyes and hums at the feeling as she asks him, “still gonna treat me like an innocent little child you’re too scared to corrupt now?”
“What?” he replies, opening his eyes back up and looking over at her.
She rolls her eyes. “I know that you’ve been waiting for me to make the first move, Kris. It was kinda fun seeing how long it would take for you to unravel but…I got a little fed up with it myself.”
He can’t even find it in him to be bothered with that, and just looks at her and says, “I love you Junmyeon.”
“Don’t get too corny on me now,” she replies, giving him a cheeky grin. “Or else I’m gonna have to gag you next time.”
And the look on her face tells him that she's not actually joking about that.
***
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A/N: hopefully this is at least somewhat what was asked for in the prompt ^^ sorry junmyeon’s kinkiness didn’t come out till like that very last part...
i have a slight desire to expand this universe, but would anybody be interested?
“You’re actually going to class today?” Chanyeol asked in between bites of cereal.
“They didn’t call a snow day or anything, so yeah,” Kris answered, pulling on his coat.
“It’s a Friday,” Chanyeol began listing. “And you have only one class. And the roads are all icy as fuck.”
“And I don’t want to fall behind in this class,” Kris provided as he wrapped the scarf around his neck.
“Oh, wait,” Chanyeol said, realization hitting him. “This is the class with the professor whose daughter you wanna bang, huh?”
Kris turned and flicked one of his gloves into Chanyeol’s cereal bowl. He merely fished it out and continued spooning the sugary breakfast into his mouth. “I wonder what sort of a grade he’d give you at the end of the semester if he found out what a mega hard-on you had for his daughter-”
Kris shut the door behind him, not even caring that his left hand would probably end up freezing at some point in the day.
The roads were really icy, and rather difficult for Kris to navigate. He had to drive much slower than usual, making it to campus with barely any time to spare before his class started. He hopped out of his car and headed towards the building where his class was located, jogging slightly to make it on time.
He was almost there when he heard the loveliest voice on the planet call, “Kris!” from behind him. He stopped and turned on his heel to face her, bringing his hand up to give her a wave.
Unfortunately, during that process, he slipped on the ice below him, causing him to lose balance and fall sideways. There was a painful bang on his head that Kris felt before everything went black.
-
Kris opened his eyes, blinking them rapidly as he tried to adjust to the bright lights. All he could see in front of his face was white, and when he looked to his left, white, and when he looked to his right-
He realized he must be in heaven, because there was an angel right there next to him.
“Hey,” the angel said gently, smiling softly at him. “How’s your head doing?”
It wasn’t till then that Kris noted the dull throbbing on the left side of his brain. He sat up from his position lying down and placed a hand there, feeling the soreness.
“Here, let me see,” Junmyeon said, standing up from the chair she’d been sitting in beside his medical bed. She placed a cautious hand around the immediate area of pain, and somehow her touch seemed to make it feel better. “You’re probably gonna have a pretty bad bruise for a while.”
“What…happened?” Kris asked, realizing he wasn’t quite sure what exactly was going on.
“You slipped on some ice,” Junmyeon clarified, looking at him with what appeared to be guilt, “and hit your head against one of the bike racks. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have called out to you like that.”
“No, you…” Kris shook his head. “You brought me here, right?”
"Well, no, I just went to the health center to find some people to go get you-"
"Thank you," Kris said sincerely. "I...thank you."
Junmyeon gave him a small smile. "You're welcome."
"I want to...buy you coffee...or something," Kris said, smooth as ever.
"Oh, no, you don't owe me anything for this," Junmyeon argued, shaking her head, "I mean, I'm the one who caused all this-"
"No, I just...want to buy you coffee," Kris repeated. "And buy one for myself. And we can drink them together. Because I want to have coffee with you."
"Oh," Junmyeon replied, realizing now what he meant. "Oh. Okay. Yeah. I'll...have coffee with you, then."
"You will?" Kris was legitimately surprised.
Junmyeon nodded.
Kris's heart started pounding even quicker than the pounding in his head.
***
"What's his favorite flavor of cake?" Jumyeon asks as they head down the aisle at the grocery market with all the baking materials.
"Uhm...I'm not actually sure," Kris admits. "But...I know he likes brownies."
"Brownies?" Junmyeon repeats, walking a bit further down and looking at the brownie mix selection.
"Yeah."
She leans over to look at some of the boxes on the lower shelves. Kris can't help but stare at what of her chest is being exposed thanks to her position. He notices that her bra appears to be pink.
Junmyeon stands back up and looks at Kris questioningly.
"Sorry, what?" he asks, realizing he missed something.
"Which sort of brownies do you think Yixing would like best?" Junmyeon asks, motioning to the section of brownie mix beside them.
"Oh, uh..." Kris eyes the options for a moment. "Anything really." As long as he can sneak a bit of pot into them, Yixing could care less if they have walnuts or chocolate chips.
Junmyeon shrugs, and grabs a random box off the shelf. "Okay. Easy enough. Do you have anything else in particular you're planning on getting him for his birthday?"
Just a new hookah hose, since one on his has a crack in it. "Haven't really thought about it yet."
"Well, it's coming up soon, you should really get on that."
I want to get on that, Kris repeats mentally, watching as Junmyeon's skirt rides up when she stands on her tiptoes to grab something from a top shelf. He'd normally offer to get it for her, seeing as he's quite taller than her, but missing out on a chance to get a glimpse of the tops of her perfect thighs, so smooth and pale and-
"Kris, can you please grab be that chocolate frosting up there?" Junmyeon asks, and he hopes that he reverted his eyes quickly enough before she realized he was trying to sneak a peak up her skirt.
Then again, they've been together over six months already. The only reason Kris is willing to put up with nothing but kissing and hand-holding for so long is because, well, this is Junmyeon. She is so kind and perfect and breathtaking and everything Kris could ask for in a girl. But he can't deny the fact that it's hard, wanting his girlfriend to remain her innocent sweet little self but also wanting to show her how much he loves her in the way that she more than deserves to be shown.
Admittedly, he is also scared. Kris isn't ever really sure how far he can take things with Junmyeon, and not just in terms of their physical relationship or lack thereof. He's scared of scaring her off. He knows that she knows Yixing is a total stoner, and that sometimes they smoke shit together, yet he still tucks his roommate's hookah and bongs into the back of a cupboard when he knows Junmyeon will be over. He doesn't want to push her into something she's not ready to do with him, and end up regretting it afterwards. Kris simply just doesn't want to be the one to ruin her and have that sort of guilt to deal with.
"Thanks, sweetie," Junmyeon says, as she takes the frosting can he got for her from his hands. She stretches up on her toes and presses a sweet kiss to his lips, and suddenly he's reminded of another reason why he's okay with where they're still only at physically...because Junmyeon's simple chaste kisses are so perfect that at the time, they feel like all he really needs in order to keep his world spinning.
***
Kris feels extremely grateful for the existence of stars. Always has. Since he was a young child he loved going out at night and staring up at the stars, trying to count them all, but always losing track eventually and just continuing to stare until he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and was called back inside for bedtime. At night he would dream of galaxies and planets and all the other mysterious things up there.
But somehow, for the first time in his life, on a wonderfully clear night where the stars were so beautifully visible in the sky, he could not for the life of him focus on them. He was too busy focusing on the fact that if he just reached over a few centimeters, he could take Junmyeon's hand in his own, finally feel how perfect he imagined it would feel within his own.
"What's that one called?" she asked, pointing up at the sky, light from the moon illuminating her features wonderfully.
"Uhm." Kris managed to tear his gaze away from her face and look up. "Uhm...uhm..."
"Come on, you're supposed to know this stuff," Junmyeon teased, grinning at him. "You are an astronomy major, right?"
"Well, yes," he answered, trying to avoid the overwhelming urge to run his hands against her smooth-looking cheek. Then he would lean forward and very softly press his lips against-
"You really like the stars, don't you?" Junmyeon wondered, looking genuinely curious. He really liked that about her, she always seemed truly interested in what he was talking about, no matter how dull or irrelevant it might be.
"I...yeah, I do," he admitted, feeling a bit silly at himself for his fascination.
"Do you like them more than you like me?"
Kris blinked at her. "I...what?"
"You heard me," Junmyeon said, looking at him expectantly, awaiting his answer.
"I...yes," Kris told her, looking down in sudden embarrassment. "I like you quite a bit more than the stars actually."
"Kris," Junmyeon said softly, and he looked back up at her, immediately deciding that if the only stars he was ever able to look at again were the ones in her eyes, he would be one hundred percent okay with that.
Junmyeon suddenly leaned over and pressed her lips against Kris's. He didn't even have time react before she pulled away and smiled at him, saying, "I like you too."
Kris's lips were positively tingling.
***
"Halloween is in a few weeks," Junmyeon mentions as she returns some of the ingredients they'd used to make dinner into Kris's fridge.
"It is, huh?" he says, not having really thought about it until just then.
"We should do the whole cheesy couple costume thing this year," Junmyeon suggests, turning around and giving him a hopeful smile.
"You want to?"
"Mhmm." She nods and hops up so that she's sitting on the kitchen counter. "We could do something like...Mario and Princess Peach."
Kris nods and tries to come up with another set for them to consider. "How about Bert and Ernie?"
Junmyeon chuckles and reaches her arm out, asking Kris to come closer. He steps across the kitchen and takes her hand, standing in front of where she's sitting on the counter. "How about you be Batman," she suggests, "and I'll be your Robin."
Kris thinks about it and nods, liking the idea of that. "Yeah, that'd be cool. You'd make a cute Robin." He presses his finger against her nose.
"You always think that I'm cute," Junmyeon pouts, shaking her head. "Why am I only ever cute to you?"
"You're...no, you're not just cute," Kris disagrees, a bit confused with the sudden change of mood in the room. "You're beautiful and gorgeous and perfect and-"
"Do you think I'm sexy?" Junmyeon asks quietly, looking Kris intently in the eyes. "Could I be a sexy Robin to your Batman?"
"I..." Kris isn't quite sure how to answer that question to be honest. She'd never asked him something like that and he wasn't really expecting something like this from his girlfriend...like ever.
"Kris," Junmyeon says, because Kris doesn't want to call that a moan, despite the fact that it sounded scarily similar to one. She tugs him closer with the hand of his she's holding, and he ends up standing in-between her now slightly spread legs from her place on the counter. "I love you."
She just looks at him, waiting, and he replies, "I...I love you too, Junmyeon."
Junmyeon leans in closer, her breath ghosting over his ear when she whispers, "But do you want me?"
Kris's words are stuck in his throat. Of course he fucking wants her, he's fucking wanted her from the moment he first laid eyes on her, in every possible way. She's all he ever thinks about anymore, every moment of every single day. The only thing he wants is Junmyeon, the only thing he'll ever want is Junmyeon.
"Chanyeol is with Baekhyun meeting her parents this weekend," she reminds him, "and Yixing has the night shift...we're all alone here at your house with no chance of annoying little brothers barging in and ruining the moment...if there was ever a time for us to..." she trails off, pressing her lips against his. Only this time she takes it further, licking against his bottom lip, asking permission. Kris tries to keep his brain functioning and willingly opens his mouth, losing his sanity at the feeling of Junmyeon's tongue sliding against his own. She lets go of the hand of his she'd been holding and wraps both her arms around his midsection, pulling him closer so he's pressed fully against her, her legs on either side of his waist. Kris finally seems to at least somewhat come to his senses, grabbing at the undersides of bother her thighs and holding her in place against him. The feeling of her in his hands, despite the fact that her jeans are in the way if her skin, is more than he could ever ask for, combined with her hot mouth working it's magic against his own and her hands clawing at the back of his shirt, Kris isn't sure how he's not spontaneously combusting.
Junmyeon pulls back and places her forehead against Kris's, the two of them both trying to catch their breaths.
"I’m sick of always waking up all riled up,” she says quietly, “wishing it could be you instead of just my own fingers inside of me.”
Kris swallows.
“Do you want me, Kris?" Junmyeon asks again, running her hands from his back to his abdomen, then moving them up and over his shoulders to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to her somehow.
"God, yes," he gasps back, his own hands squeezing hard where they're gripping at her hips. "So much, Junmyeon, you don't even know."
"Then show me," she demands, pushing against his chest so she can hop off the counter. Kris can't help but lean down and capture her lips once again. Junmyeon intertwines their fingers together and pulls away from the kiss, tugging Kris towards his bedroom. He shuts the door behind him once their inside, despite the fact that there's no one in the house but the two of them.
Junmyeon goes right ahead and crawls into the middle of his bed, turning to lay on her back, giving Kris an expectant look. No further persuasion is needed as he joins her on the bed, hovering over her, placed comfortably in between her legs once more. He leans forward and kisses her, suddenly unable to get enough of the feeling of her mouth against his. If it were up to him, Kris would just remain making out with Junmyeon for the rest of his life.
One of his hands is holding him up so he's not crushing her and the other is cupping her hip, rubbing circles with his thumb onto the strip of skin that sits between her blouse hem and jeans. Junmyeon turns her head to the side so his mouth is no longer against hers, but he continues kissing, moving down her jaw and onto her neck, wanting to taste every single fucking inch of her perfect skin.
"Take it off," Junmyeon suddenly says, placing her hands on either side of her so she can push herself up into a sitting position. Kris follows, sitting back on his knees and just looking at her. He enjoys this sight, what with her normally smooth hair thoroughly mussed, lips swollen from all the kissing.
"What?" he asks, realizing he's just a beat too late. His brain seems to still be trying to catch up a bit with what exactly is happening right now.
Junmyeon places her hand lightly over where Kris's is resting on the hem of her shirt. "Take it off," she repeats.
Kris immediately obliges, tugging the shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the side. His eyes sweep over her torso, taking in the sight of her pale purple bra with the lacy trim against her wonderful pale skin. He feels himself swallow thickly and his dick throbs painfully within his pants.
Junmyeon is biting her bottom lip as she reaches forward and unbuttons Kris’s jeans. She leaves them at that though, and moves to making work of getting his shirt off, leaving both of them shirtless. Pulling him down towards her by his shoulders, she reconnects their lips, pressing her chest against his. Then she pushes him to the side, detaching their lips for a second as she gets him on his backside against his bed. She gets up off the bed for a moment, only to quickly remove her jeans, before crawling back on and straddling his waist, clad in nothing but her cute purple panty set now.
Junmyeon giggles at him as Kris does nothing but stare at her. “Say something,” she says. “Why are you being so quiet?”
“I’m just…” he’s not quite sure, “…a bit overwhelmed?” He could not have sounded more like a virginal pubescent boy at that moment if he tried.
She titters once more at that and tells him, “Don’t be.” She grabs both his hands into her own, bringing them up and running them over her sides, higher and higher until she guides him over the cups of her bra. When she lets go, he squeezes lightly, feeling the weight of her breasts within his palms, supple and pliant and perfect.
“Mmm, Kris,” Junmyeon moans, leaning down and placing kisses against willing mouth. He reluctantly removes his hands from her chest, now at an awkward position between their bodies, and moves them to grip at her hips again. He can feel her grinding down just the slightest against his covered erection, and decides to reach a bit further back, gripping her ass cheeks and assisting her, pushing their heated centers closer to one another. Junmyeon whimpers against his mouth.
“Kris, touch me, please,” she asks, ever so politely, and whatever he was holding back before is immediately out the window. He rolls them over so that he’s once again balanced over her, reconnecting their lips as he brings one of his hands between their bodies, stroking lightly against her covered pussy. She immediately bucks into the touch, and Kris groans when he realizes just how wet she is.
He begins kissing down her neck, and keeps going until he’s at the tops of her breasts, placing kisses right above the hem of her bra. Junmyeon is just the slightest bit impatient, and doesn’t wait for him to remove her bra, reaching behind herself and unclasping it herself, leaving her upper body entirely unclothed.
Of course, Kris immediately decides that Junmyeon’s boobs are perfect, the most perfect he’s ever seen before, because Junmyeon herself is just so absolutely goddamn fucking perfect.
“You’re perfect,” he voices out loud before placing a kiss on her right nipple. Junmyeon gasps softly when his tongue begins lazily circling her hardened nub, writhing at the sensation. Kris can’t help but grin against her breast, pleased with himself for the ability to make her like this. With one elbow placed on the side of her head, holding him up, he brings his other hand up and begins working on her other breast, kneading the flesh in his palm before tweaking her nipple between his thumb and finger.
Kris thinks he could spend the rest of his life against Junmyeon’s chest like this, and be more than absolutely satisfied. The little sounds of pleasure emitting from her could drive him to go on forever. With one final hard suck, he switches side, moving his mouth to pay attention to her left breast. She grasps the hair at the back of his head when his teeth scrape lightly over her nipple, guiding him more towards her as she arches off the bed once more, bringing them impossibly close. He feels her hips circling against his own and he suddenly decides to kiss his way down her stomach, pausing slightly once he gets to the edge of her panties. Hands still gripping his hair, he can feel her encouraging him to go lower, and he places a soft kiss right at the center of her soaked underwear.
“Fuck, Kris,” Junmyeon moans, pushing her core harder against his face. He stills for a moment, never having heard that sort of language fall from his girlfriend’s pretty little mouth. He has to admit, it’s really fucking hot.
“Kris, just…please,” she begs, squirming towards him. Kris doesn’t need to be asked twice, hooking his fingers under her panties and pulling them down past her feet. He returns himself to his place in between her spread legs, noting just how moist she is. He licks his lips at the sight of her glistening folds, before running a tentative lick over her warm cunt. Her legs try to come together against his head, but he brings his hands up to hold them open.
Kris works his tongue languidly against her pussy, and from her reactions, he can tell he’s doing alright. He licks his way up, circling her clit lightly a few times before dipping down lower to apply more pressure. Junmyeon whines and pulls at his hair in response.
Kris shifts his position a bit, still paying attention to her swollen nub, and bringing in a single finger, tracing casually against her entrance. Junmyeon pushes herself down against his teasing finger and he complies, pressing it slowly inside of her.
“Shit, Kris, more,” Junmyeon sighs, and he immediately adds a second finger, stretching her tight, moist walls with his digits. He curls and uncurls his fingers inside her and continues worrying her at her clit, sucking lightly at it just once. He couldn’t seem to get enough, of her taste, or her smell, of all her noises that were music to his ears. He could not get enough of Junmyeon.
Suddenly, the hand in his hair starts pushing him away, and he looks up at her, confused, as she attempts to catch her breath. The positively wrecked sight of her makes him want to continue until she’s so far gone, as a result of him and only him.
“Kris, stop, I want…” she trails off, swallows, and looks straight into his eyes when she says, “Fuck me.”
“Shit,” Kris curses, removing his fingers from within her and crawling up to attack her mouth with his. This is a side of his girlfriend he’s never seen before, never expected to see, but it has to be the single best surprise he’s ever gotten in his life. He pulls back and climbs off the bed, scrambling to find where he left his stupid fucking condoms.
“My purse,” Junmyeon provides from where she’s still waiting on his bed, and he all but sprints out of his room to where she left her purse on the dining room table, scrounging through it quickly before finding one and returning to his bedroom. The image in front of him, Junmyeon spread out and naked on his bed, waiting for him has been the basic setting of every dream he’s had since…well, since the first day he saw her to be honest.
Kris swiftly unzips his pants and pushes them down his legs along with his boxers. He rolls the condom over his length and settles once more in between her legs, feeling right at home there. She grabs him by the back of the neck and pulls him down to kiss her. He moves his hips forward a bit, the tip of his length barely ghosting against her entrance. In reply, Junmyeon lifts her own hips off the bed a bit, giving him the go ahead.
Kris pushes himself inside of her pulsing heat, the tightness enveloping his cock and driving him wild. He pauses for a minute when he’s fully sheathed within her, their tongues working lazily against one another, before he pulls out a bit and thrusts back into her again.
“Ah, ah,” Junmyeon gasps against his lips, her fingers scratching crudely across his back as he sets his rhythm of driving into her. It feels so perfect, Kris doesn’t understand how anything in this world could be so pleasurable. He notes the pressure building up within him, but he doesn’t want it to end, he wants to keep going forever.
“Kris, wait,” Junmyeon suddenly says, bringing her arms around and pushing at his shoulder.
He stops immediately, thinking he might have hurt her or something. “I…what, are you okay?” he asks, suddenly concerned that he’s done something to fuck everything up.
She ignores his question and just keeps pushing against him, effectively putting distance between them. Kris is trying to realize what he’s done wrong when she shoves him to the other side of the bed. But then suddenly she’s arranging herself on top of him once more, one of her hands placed firmly against his hip, the other gripping at his dick behind her, helping to guide it back inside of her. Kris grunts at the sight and sensation, wondering what amazing thing he must have accomplished in a past life to deserve this.
After steadying herself a bit, Junmyeon begins circling her hips on top of him, creating a friction the both of them so desperately need. She then starts to rock against him, her face twisting beautifully with pleasure. Her breasts are rising and falling in time with her bounces and Kris is hypnotized by the motion.
It’s when Junmyeon takes one of his wrists in her hand that he realizes he’s sort of just laying there, not doing much of anything. She places his hand right at the front of her cunt, and he just watches for a moment as his cock slides in and out of her before he understands what she’s asking for, rubbing his finger against her clit as she rides him.
“Ah, Kris, don’t stop,” Junmyeon commands, moving on top of him more quickly now. He shoves his hips off the bed, so he can get deeper inside of her, assisting her orgasm that he can tell is close.
“Fuck, Kris,” she breathes, clenching around him hard and then letting out a loud whimper, coming apart at the seams. Her hips start slowing down a bit, but Kris doesn’t relent, hips driving up into her as she rides out her orgasm. Her blissed out face is all he needs before he’s coming as well, her name released in the form of a moan from his lips as he spills into the condom.
Kris settles his hips back against the bed, pulling his hand from Junmyeon’s sensitive center to help stabilize her. She leans onto her left knee, rolling off so she’s now back on the bed beside him, and Kris immediately misses the feeling of being inside her. He removes the condom from his softening dick and tosses it towards the trash can, but misses. Junmyeon giggles at that.
Junmyeon moves so that she’s propped on one of her elbows on her side, other arm being used to trace shapes onto Kris’s bare chest. He closes his eyes and hums at the feeling as she asks him, “still gonna treat me like an innocent little child you’re too scared to corrupt now?”
“What?” he replies, opening his eyes back up and looking over at her.
She rolls her eyes. “I know that you’ve been waiting for me to make the first move, Kris. It was kinda fun seeing how long it would take for you to unravel but…I got a little fed up with it myself.”
He can’t even find it in him to be bothered with that, and just looks at her and says, “I love you Junmyeon.”
“Don’t get too corny on me now,” she replies, giving him a cheeky grin. “Or else I’m gonna have to gag you next time.”
And the look on her face tells him that she's not actually joking about that.
***
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A/N: hopefully this is at least somewhat what was asked for in the prompt ^^ sorry junmyeon’s kinkiness didn’t come out till like that very last part...
i have a slight desire to expand this universe, but would anybody be interested?