post #23
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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 necessary content warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
“Junmyeon-ah…” Jongdae sighs out. Her legs are propped up on the desk, and she’s smacking her newly-glossed lips, watching Junmyeon frown at the paperwork in front of him. It’s lunch and she’s not even technically supposed to be in the student council room, but Junmyeon’s already gotten used to her slinking her way in under the pretense of helping Kyungsoo with something.
“Help me with my physics homework, I’m really struggling with it…” she continues, voice high and artificially fluttery. Junmyeon grunts and spares her a glare.
“We both know you don’t need any help with your physics homework.” he responds. “And also, I told you not to call me that. I’m older than you.”
Jongdae practically coos at how Junmyeon’s eyebrows are adorably furrowed when he’s affecting anger.
“You let Jongin call you that.” she says, voice back to it’s normal tone. “Is that because you’re fucking him?” her grin is wicked as she watches Junmyeon sputter in confusion.
“I-I’m not-!”
“Relax, seonsaengnim.” She giggles. “It was a joke. Jongin’s so far in the closet even you wouldn’t be able to get him out.”
Junmyeon’s staring at her with a mix of annoyance, panic, and a certain hint of what she thinks may be amusement. It crops up sometimes on his face, when she makes especially rude jokes, and catching it feels like unwrapping a candy.
She shifts her hand, coming down to pop open the second button of her shirt, pretending to fan herself. Cheap ploys like this are almost second nature to her now, but watching Junmyeon’s eyes flicker down to the top of her breasts for just a split second send something hot zipping into her stomach every time.
“Although,” she says, “I wouldn’t mind watching you fuck him, if it ever does happen. You could send some video, or an invite.”
Junmyeon reddens further, turns furiously down at his work, and clears his throat a couple of times before talking again.
“That’s inappropriate language, Jongdae-sshi. Also, school sanctions that your shirt be buttoned up all the way at all times.”
“Oh my gosh, oppa, why were you looking at my chest?” she breathes, mock-offended, widening her eyes.
“You’re not even supposed to be in here.” Junmyeon mutters.
“Kick me out then.” She says, standing up out of her desk to saunter over to Junmyeon’s. Her fingers skim along the papers on his desk, forcing him to look up at her.
“Come over here and button my shirt up all the way, seonsaengnim. Pull my skirt down too, so it’s the proper length. You should be enforcing the rules first-hand, Junmyeon-sshi.”
She watches in glee as Junmyeon’s fingers tighten around his pen, and she can see clearly as his adams apple bobs up and down. He’s breathing harder now, flush along his cheeks, echoing all the other times she’s provoked him like this. He’s going to look back down now, burrow himself in his work, ignore her for the rest of lunch, like every other time.
But, instead…
“That’s inappropriate, Jongdae-sshi.” he says sharply, meeting her eyes. Her heart skitters faster with glee at Junmyeon rising to the bait.
“Why? Are you scared, seonsaengnim? You’re scared to touch me? You know, I guess I was wrong about before, Jongin would probably be fucking you, instead of the other way around.”
Her voice drops to a whisper now, their eyes still locked, the tension in the room thick. Junmyeon’s eyes flick repeatedly down to her lips as she talks, and she watches the flutter of his eyelashes, his slow, drawn-out exhale.
“I bet you’ve never even touched a girl, Junmyeon-ah. Would you like to touch one? I could teach you.”
“I’ve touched girls,” he forces out. His eyes are locked exclusively on her lips now, and when he gets up the chair scrapes against the ground and Jongdae can’t even believe this is happening. He’s moving closer and closer to her, until she has to look up at him. His flush is still there, but now she can see the dilation of his pupils, feel his warm breath against her lips, and when his fingers come to tug a little at the bottom of her shirt she knows that she’s finally, finally broken him.
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He lunges at her then, hands pushing, mouths bumping together messily, sloppy and too sharp and one of the desks digs into her back as he pushes. She can feel his hands tremble.
“Wow, you really,” she has to pause for a second, catch her breath. “You really haven’t touched girls before, have you?” he jerks away from her, eyes wide and hurt and panicked, body going stiff immediately, ready to run, and she quickly clutches onto the front of his shirt. “It’s okay, it’s okay, come here, I really will teach you.”
The realization pleases her, floods her with warmth. She had joked about him being a virgin, but here, looking at his lips quivering and his eager eyes, thinking about being his first, it feels-
“Oh my god” she moans, pulling him into her again. The kiss is deeper this time, a million times better, Jongdae licking into his mouth, quick, dirty swipes, teeth tugging over and over at his bottom lip. She wants him wrecked, shaking under her, completely debauched. She wants him moaning her name, over and over, voice breaking, coming into her mouth.
“I’m gonna” she groans, pushing him away, “I’m gonna blow you, okay? Is that ok?” his fingers tighten on her thighs at that, digging too hard into her flesh, making her jerk.
“Wait, wait,” he breathes out, and her heart stops for a second before he continues. “I want to…” he stops, suddenly, reddening even further, unable to meet her eyes.
“What?” his eyes flick back up to hers, finally, wide and nervous, and then down to her skirt, quickly, barely perceptible. He licks his lips, and Jongdae thinks she feels her heart stop.
“What..?” she whispers again, feeling his fingers creep up higher on her thighs, reminding herself that this is actually happening. She knows exactly what he wants, and now he’s staring at her thighs, tongue tracing along his bottom lip, and Jongdae’s so turned on it hurts.
“Tell me with your words what you want, Junmyeon-sshi.”
“Shut up” he says, bitterly, buries his face in her collarbones, and she can feel his voice vibrating through her chest when he says it.
“I want- I want to put my mouth on you.”
“Yeah?” she asks, “Look at you, student council president, wants his tongue on my clit.” she tangles her fingers in his hair, pushes his head down, and when he groans she knows it’s supposed to sound angry, but instead he just sounds wrecked.
“Don’t worry, seonsaengnim,” she moans out, just barely managing to sound mocking. “It’ll tell you what to do.”
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“I have,” Jongdae laughs, breathy, as he lifts her shirt and licks at her stomach, bites at her hipbones, as his fingers come up and dip into her bra, jerky and nervous but still, somehow, the best thing she’s ever felt. “Mirrors, you know?”
“Shut up,” he says again, this time into her thigh, and when the moment stretches on a second too long Jongdae remembers just how inexperienced he is. She sits up on the desk behind her, legs spread and she knows that Junmyeon can smell her from where he’s kneeling.
Kim Junmyeon. On his knees in front of her.
“Pull them off, oppa. And just…” she hasn’t even finished the sentence when his tongue is on her, hard and aggressive and so unlike him, too fast and too much and her whole body jerks. Junmyeon’s hands are pressing down into her hips, and she’s so floored she can’t even moan, breathless, as his tongue works against her. Jongdae’s hand’s twitch at her sides, tangle in his hair, and she know’s she’s going to come way too fast, she can already feel it building, legs jerking helplessly and toes curling until, finally, Junmyeon digs his nails hard into her hips and moans against her and she comes, moaning his name, whole body stiff and tense as it washes over her in waves.
When Jongdae can think coherently again, she opens her eyes and realizes she's slumped against Junmyeon, who's holding her like the polite, uptight prince that he is, and not at all like whoever just ate her out 10 minutes before the end of lunch, in the student council room.
"Oh, oh my god..." she groans out, dazed, kisses him slowly, and, stupid fucking prince that he is, he actually smiles at her, all bright and dazzling and undeniable Junmyeon.
"You get so compliant after you come. What a neat trick you taught me, Jongdae-sshi."
"Yeah, go ahead and use it on everyone to get them to listen to you." she huffs out, and then musters the energy to pop the button on his pants.
"Let's see how compliant you get, seonsaengnim."
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Thank you so much!! I loved this a lot ;A; Jongdae teasing Junmyeon until he finally cracks and ugdlasjd
“Calm down dude, I can tell how wet your panties are from across the room.” “Sucking dick?” BAEKHYUN'S LINES I'M GONEEE
This was amazing, thank you again!
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