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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use trigger warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
"hey…" he begins, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "look, i -- do -- do you need any help studying for finals?"
jongdae closes his locker with his shoulder and raises an eyebrow. "since when do you offer to help me study? actually, since when do you talk to me voluntarily?"
junmyeon looks truly distraught at this point, lower lip caught between his teeth as he mumbles. "i-kind-of-need-a-favor-nevermind--" and he's rocking on his heels to veer away when jongdae catches him by the elbow and yanks, hard.
"spit it out. what could you possibly need a favor from me for?"
junmyeon's eyes give a meaningful flicker to jongdae's belt. "i -- i know -- i mean, i was wondering -- i mean, you've -- had-sex-and-i-just-don't-want-to-(his mumbling becomes completely incoherent at this point before it starts to resemble intelligible speech again)--so-i-was-wondering-maybe-if--" he trails off, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks. the look on his face says he'd rather be dead right now than standing there having this conversation. jongdae's loving the role-reversal. he's all too aware of the power he wields at this very moment: junmyeon's trusted him with something that could potentially humiliate the shit out of him if jongdae chooses to laugh and announce it to the passersby. on the other hand, he thinks, giving junmyeon's cringing form the once-over, he's actually pretty cute. this could be alright.
"holy shit," he whistles. "are you fucking with me right now?" he watches junmyeon shrug and lets out a sharp laugh. he can't believe it, even looks around to make sure he's not being pranked before he leans in and asks, a little too loudly, "are you really asking me to fuck you?"
"do you really have to yell?" junmyeon mutters, looking pained. "never mind, forget i asked. this was stupid."
"hey, i didn't say no, did i?" jongdae says, pulling a pen from his back pocket to scribble something on junmyeon's palm. "here's my address. come by tonight -- six o'clock. my parents work late. it shouldn't take too long, especially since you don't know what you're doing." he winks. "i bet you don't last five minutes."
the passing bell rings and junmyeon's eyes wrench from his inked hand to look up at jongdae. he looks scared, jongdae thinks as he watches the hunched shoulders retreat down the hallway. i bet he doesn't even show up.
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jongdae's a little amazed when his doorbell rings promptly at 6:01. "figures the class president would be on time for his deflowering," he cracks, ushering junmyeon inside and up the stairs. he brought his fucking backpack with him, for reasons passing understanding: "did you really think i wanted to study afterwards?" jongdae asks, tugging it off his shoulder and tossing it aside. "sit down. on the bed."
"i -- there's -- i brought condoms," junmyeon says awkwardly. "i wasn't sure."
jongdae chuckles softly. "well… good thought, remember that for next time. i'm all set, though," he pulls out the top drawer of his bedside table and pulls a handful of brightly-colored foil squares out, lets them cascade through his fingers like individually-wrapped candies before he selects a purple one and tosses it into junmyeon's lap.
"are these good?" his voice cracks a little bit on the word good.
jongdae laughs, barely resists the urge to parrot the question back at the class president just to see how it feels. "it'll do the job," he settles himself next to junmyeon and eases a hand around the back of his neck. junmyeon swallows audibly and jongdae feels a momentary blip in his confidence when he asks, "are you sure you want to do this?"
junmyeon nods and leans in, tongue fumbling against jongdae's teeth clumsily -- it's clear he hasn't had a lot of practice doing anything, the way his hands jerk hesitantly from jongdae's arms to his hips to his shoulders before jongdae takes hold of them and places them on his face just to keep them still. he doesn't miss a beat, deepens the kiss just enough to coax him back against the bedspread, skims a line with his thumb all the way from junmyeon's chin to the tenting fabric of his school uniform's trousers. he's familiar with these; standard issue slacks, one button, a cheap zipper that tends to stick -- usually when he's fooling around under the staircases at school he opts to pull them down around his knees in case he has to pull them back on in a hurry. there's no danger of someone rounding the corner here, though; he can take his time.
junmyeon lets out a shuddering gasp and nearly slips out from underneath him like an errant bar of soap when jongdae's hand cups his dick through the thin fabric.
"relax, i've got you," he says, voice rumbling deep in his chest. he can't resist getting a dig in, though: "you're going to have to let me touch your dick if you want me to show you how to do this."
junmyeon rolls his eyes and rolls against jongdae's body defiantly as if to say, go on then, fucking touch me already.
jongdae doesn't have to be asked twice. he's straddling junmyeon with his knees to pull off their shirts -- then their pants, one leg at a time, struggling slightly as the fabric wraps around junmyeon's ankle and refuses to let go for a moment, clinging, clearly panicked at the thought of being on a stranger's bedroom floor.
when they're finally naked, junmyeon just fucking lies there, erection digging into jongdae's thigh until jongdae pulls him against his chest and places a messy kiss against his earlobe.
"come on, class president," he grunts, rocking his hips into junmyeon. it hurts a little, bone on bone, but he can see junmyeon grimace and so he does it again for effect. "you took health class. let's see how much you remember."
"jongdae."
"come on, it's got to be a little bit of fun for me, since you're going to suck at this anyway," jongdae grins, half of the condom wrapper still hanging from between his teeth as he unrolls it down junmyeon's dick and nods. "there. that's how you do it. now the important thing is to just make sure you're both relaxed and having a good time--"
"how am i supposed to do that if you're critiquing my performance?'
"no talking back to the teacher, class is in session," jongdae retrieves a bottle of lube from the same drawer as the condoms and shows junmyeon how to warm it between his palms, guides his hand against his ass and pushes a finger in just to show him how to get started. junmyeon looks pretty displeased with the idea at first but to his credit, doesn't say a fucking word. jongdae's almost disappointed.
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"just -- you know, go easy, it's not a fucking race," he pants, beads of sweat trickling past his temples as he wraps a leg around junmyeon's waist and pulls him close. "i know you're going to blow your load in like, less than a minute, so let's just-- ah," his eyes bug out a little as junmyeon thrusts himself inside to the hilt and lets out a garbled string of syllables that might have been a coherent thought in his head, but it's been lost in translation on the way to his mouth, "jesus, relax--"
junmyeon's not easing up, though. he pulls out almost completely before he slams back inside so hard jongdae's seeing stars, the sharp smacking noise of skin on skin echoing in the quiet bedroom.
"fuck, jun--" he can't even finish his name he's so out of breath. they lock eyes for a moment: junmyeon's expression is one of pure concentration, one that jongdae's seen a thousand times in class, during exams, that little hint of a smile tweaking the corners of his lips upward when he knows he has the right answer. he's always been a quick learner; he knows exactly what he's doing.
jongdae knows in that moment he's doomed, can already feel the bruises forming. he knows he's going to be sore tomorrow from the way he stings every time junmyeon rocks back inside of him.
true to form, though, junmyeon doesn't last too long, although he makes it past the three minute mark -- the five minute mark -- all the way to eight minutes before he groans, gripping red marks into jongdae's thighs as he collapses, boneless, on the bed. he doesn't even protest when jongdae retrieves his hand and puts it on his dick, forces him to finish jerking him off until he's moaning and winded, too.
"well?" he wheezes, offering junmyeon a box of tissues he keeps on his desk.
"you-tell-me," he breathes.
"well," jongdae laughs. he can't believe he's about to say this. "that was pretty good for your first time. we'll work on it. i give you a b minus. but you'll definitely have opportunities to raise your grade."
junmyeon scoffs but his eyes crinkle at the corners. he struggles to hide how pleased he is when he says, "you want there to be a next time?"
jongdae can't bring himself to say yes out loud so he does the next best thing he can think of and slings a leg over junmyeon to pull him in for another kiss.
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