swap {suho/kai}
swap
suho/kai
smut ; nc-17
girl!suho, boy/girl sex
written for deferto_neminem for the 2012 SNCJ Secret Santa
“Can you get Joonmyeon up?” Baekhyun asks, pulling Jongin to the side. He looks at the leader and Sehun’s room, the unspoken question resting in their minds. Why wasn’t the leader up already? He was usually up quite early with a bright smile and his heart-warming personality whilst helping the other members get ready also.
Kyungsoo was ready and making breakfast for everyone, Chanyeol was singing (rather loudly) in the shower, and Sehun was slowly shuffling around, finding clothes in piles and rubbing his eyes every few seconds. Jongin had been drying his hair when Baekhyun rudely interrupted him.
“Why me?” Jongin counters, “Why not Kyungsoo?” Kyungsoo glances at them from the kitchen, but promptly turns back to finish making breakfast. Baekhyun sends him a small smile before turning back to the insolent lead dancer.
“Sehun is busy, and you’re the next youngest, that’s why,” Baekhyun answers. Jongin hates his position as almost-maknae for this exact reason, and rolls his eyes for added effect. “Plus, Joonmyeon likes it when you come to him. It’ll be better than Chanyeol waking him up.” Unfortunately, Jongin has to agree with that fact.
“Fine,” Jongin mumbles and pushes Baekhyun out of the way. He walks down the hall to Joonmyeon and Sehun’s shared room and knocks on the door.
No sign of life comes out (no strained ‘what?’ or the sound of footsteps), so instead of doing the nice thing and just knocking again, Jongin turns the doorknob and struts into Joonmyeon’s room. It’s dark and the blinds are drawn, so it’s almost impossible to really see anything, and Jongin squints in the darkness, trying his best to find Joonmyeon. There isn’t a closet so he can’t hide in there, but his bed is empty. Jongin checks behind the door, but doesn’t find anyone hiding behind it.
“Joonmyeon-hyung?” Jongin asks, closing the door behind him so that Joonmyeon cannot escape, turning the lock slowly.
Sehun’s bed is covered with clothes and there are posters hanging on the wall. Jongin assumes that Joonmyeon wouldn’t be even close to that bed because of the state it’s in, so sticks to Joonmyeon’s side of the room. He crawls onto the bed, making sure that there is no one there. “Hyung?” he calls out once more.
This time he hears shuffling. He smirks.
Jongin pops his head down underneath Joonmyeon’s bed, smiling when he sees the face staring back at him, deadly afraid. “Found you.”
Things change dramatically though when he notices something a little bit different about Joonmyeon hyung.
-
They decide that it is the best to just let Joonmyeon stay home that day. Since Baekhyun and Sehun have to be somewhere, and Kyungsoo is afraid to even look at Joonmyeon, Jongin is voluntold to take care of Joonmyeon.
(Chanyeol is always reaching for the leader’s chest, and so Sehun has to drag him out the door before he can do anything damaging.)
When all the other members have left the dorm, Jongin slowly turns to Joonmyeon. Or Junyeon.
It’s the same old Joonmyeon, just shorter, skinnier and obviously prettier. Her hair seems to have grown overnight, too, for it falls down to her shoulders, a beautiful shade of milk chocolate. Her pink lips remain when she pulls her lips into a smile. She is short but her legs are long compared to her torso, and they are milky and white underneath the shorts that Baekhyun has supplied for her. She wears one of Lu Han’s old t-shirts that was left behind (they think that it’s the closest to actually fitting of anything they own) and it slips down one of her arms, revealing the soft skin of her shoulder.
“I know this is really bad, but,” Jongin begins, sitting down beside Junyeon on the couch. It feels awkward, now. He’s close to Joonmyeon-close enough-and they had been getting closer since their trainee days. This is weird, he thinks, really weird. Junyeon raises an eyebrow (her eyes are a dazzling caramel and it makes Jongin stop to think for a second) before tilting her head to the side. She looks a bit like one of the girls from the manhwas he would read, and it’s actually distracting.
“Yes, Jongin-ah?” she asks, running her tongue over her lips, picking up some of the milk from this morning’s breakfast. Thankfully Kyungsoo was able to save most of it when it had accidentally dropped when Jongin dragged Junyeon out of her room to show to the rest of the EXO-K members.
“Can I touch your boobs?”
Junyeon’s eyes widen. “Um, what?”
“Oh I knew it was a dumb question! I’m just gonna go walk away now and I let you do your girly things for the rest of the day. If you’re going out, though, I suggest that you call me so I can be your chaperone and all-” Jongin stammered, rubbing the back of his neck and his cheeks growing red with embarrassment. Damn teenage hormones!
He gets up to leave, trying his best to run away as soon as possible, when a hand brushes his wrist. Junyeon’s hand grasps his hand and Jongin has to look down, into those gorgeous caramel eyes. Junyeon swallows slowly, before moving her grasp up to Jongin’s forearm, bringing his hand down near her chest. “I never told you that you couldn’t,” she says.
Jongin is paralyzed and therefore Junyeon is able to use his arm and press Jongin’s left hand onto the middle of her chest. Jongin chokes and adjusts his hand a little and gives Junyeon’s left breast a small squeeze. It’s a soft, cushiony feeling, and he cannot help himself-he squeezes once more, this time harder.
Junyeon moans, throwing her head back, “Fuck.”
Her cheeks are flustered and her bangs are strewn across her face. Junyeon’s lips are open partially and her tongue sticks out between her lips just a little. Before Jongin really has time to think, he presses his lips against those cherry lips and kisses her rough. Another strangled moan leaves her lips as Jongin places a hand down flat on Junyeon’s thigh, his left hand continuing to fondle Junyeon’s breast.
“Jongin-ah?” Junyeon smiles before kissing his jawline, her eyes half-open and a hand clutching Jongin’s shirt. He stops kissing her so fiercely and slows down, letting his lips rest against her cheek, her neck, her forehead, places that Jongin has wanted to kiss so much.
His hand runs up to pinch at Junyeon’s nipple, his thumb swirling around the soft nub through the thin layer of fabric of Lu Han’s shirt. They never break eye contact and it makes everything even more exciting. His cheeks are red and her lips are swollen.
Jongin sits down on the sofa beside her, his hands moving to her hips and his lips moving to her own. She shifts just slightly, her legs giving Jongin enough to room so that he can move forwards, his nose smelling the smell of the shampoo from this morning’s shower.
“Should we do this?” Junyeon finally asks after what seems like a lifetime since the question was asked. Jongin nods eagerly, teenage hormones in full effect. Junyeon pulls away, looking deep into his eyes and cocking her head. “We are band mates and this is probably against code somewhere…”
Jongin shrugs, “We don’t know when this’ll happen again and man you’re not hyu-noona.” He tries his best to make it sound better than how it sounds in his head, but Junyeon smiles cheerily, leaning in and pressing her lips against his once more.
“Then let’s go.”
There’s the awkward fumbling of Jongin’s tight shirt, but when it’s off, Junyeon’s hands touch the bare, muscled skin with excited fingers. The touch is cool against Jongin’s skin and it’s almost ticklish, but her hands move down to his sweatpants, pushing down on the fabric and pushing it down to his knees, with some help from Jongin, of course.
She kneels, throwing her top off and revealing her two, perfectly shaped breasts. She throws her shirt down to the floor and grabs at Jongin’s sweatpants, helping him out and throwing them onto the hardwood. She sits on her heels, wearing nothing but the shorts that Baekhyun had lent her, that move slowly against her thighs.
She crawls on her hands and knees until she’s completely hovering over Jongin. Junyeon press their lips together, moaning when Jongin’s dark, warm hands cup one of her breasts. He adjusts himself so that his lips can press against her collarbone, licking up the bone and sliding his hands down her hips to mesh together at her back.
They kiss softly. Junyeon’s lips are soft and kissable and he tastes the soft aftertaste of breakfast on her tongue when their tongues slide and mesh together. The couch dips underneath their weight and it’s cramped, his left leg almost falling off the side in the process. The couch’s fabric is slippery and smooth, but not as smooth as the feeling of her skin.
Junyeon sits up, her breasts swaying just a little as she does so. She presses her small palms down on his thighs, her fingers stretching out and touching Jongin’s dick, which has slowly risen from the touches and the kissing. He bucks up, his hands reaching out to touch Junyeon’s hips. She swats them away.
“Gosh, you’re so hard already,” she comments, running her index finger down the length of Jongin’s clothed erection, a vixen-like smirk pressed against her lips. “Have you been thinking about your hyung for a while, Jongin? You just get hard by just a little foreplay.”
Jongin swallows. Her voice has dropped dramatically in the few seconds and it’s so sexy. It’s a gentle purr with the sting and bite of the jaguar. Her eyes shine with lust and she’s a work of art, hanging on the walls of Jongin’s brain.
She leans in, her nipples brushing his collarbones, and kisses his forehead. “Tell me how much you want my pussy, Kim Jongin. How many times you have imagined this those late nights ‘at practice’.” Her eyes sparkle and the smirk on her lips is so damn kissable.
“Please, Junyeon,” he begs, bucking his lips in vain attempt to get some of that much-needed friction. Her fingernails on barely scrape the length of his dick and he bites back a whimper. Junyeon winks when their eyes meet.
“Call me noona,” she whispers, so faint that Jongin almost doesn’t catch it. The way she drags the world out, lets it soak on her lips before she speaks it, makes him even more agitated-wishing to press his lips against her soft ones once more. He wants to hear screams from that tongue and moans from the back of her throat.
“Noona, please.” Jongin can see the faint flicker of want pass her eyes before she tightens up again, like a firm leader, and slips her hand down his underwear, fisting his cock.
Jongin reacts instantly, bucking his hips as high as he possibly can with a girl straddling him. Her small hand moves to the base of his cock, her thumb moving in slow circles around the tip, smearing the pre-cum that has now already soaked his underwear. With slow movements, Junyeon pulls his underwear down to his calves, and grabs his erection with both hands, almost covering the surface area.
“Junyeon-noona,” Jongin croaks and throws his neck back; exposing his darker skin. Junyeon leans in and kisses his Adam’s apple, bringing her lips up to his jawline, her fingernails scraping his cock gently. “You…You’re next.”
Junyeon raises an eyebrow and cocks her head to the side. Jongin pants and looks up at her with half-lidded eyes.
“Come on,” Jongin teases, his fingertips grazing over her hipbone, pulling at the fabric of Junyeon’s shorts and revealing some of the milky white skin. “Let your dongsaeng see.”
Junyeon moves up to her knees, the fabric swishing against the inside of her thighs. She has difficulty taking them off and swats Jongin’s hands away when he tries to help. The leader has always been independent; but she sends him one of her heart-soothing smiles when he finally draws his hands away. Junyeon stands up, her breasts moving just a little bit as she does so, and slips out of her shorts and underwear, tossing them onto the floor.
She’s pale and smooth and Jongin reaches up to touch, feeling the soft skin underneath his fingertips. “Fuck,” he says, moving his fingers down and hooking them. It’s wet and slippery. He rubs his fingers across her folds, moaning when the wetness moves down his fingers and to his wrist. She shudders and takes a step forwards so that Jongin can see it better.
“You’re pretty wet yourself,” Jongin jokes, kissing her thigh. She pants and unravels on top of him, her juices slowly running down her thigh and over her knees. Jongin curiously leans forwards and takes a small lick; his hot tongue against her cold legs.
He holds out her hand and she grabs it. Jongin leads her down onto his stomach, turning her legs so that they open enough. He leans forwards into a crunch position and hugs her torso, kissing her lips slowly. His tongue sneaks in and she moans, her fingers moving up to his upper back, her nails slowly digging into his back.
He presses her down onto the couch, her hair sprawled against the sofa. “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles before he even thinks, and she laughs. Junyeon slaps his arm.
“Just get in me,” she jokes.
So he does.
Jongin slips his hand down between her legs, pushing his thumb in to open her up just a little bit. His heart pounds at the sudden heat that clenches around his digit. His dick comes next and slowly presses against the opening; his tip surrounding around his tip. Jongin pants and grabs onto the couch on both sides of her head, leaning in to kiss her. When the heat is bearable he presses in further.
She moans into his mouth and slides her tongue into his mouth. Her mouth is raw and bruised and Jongin likes the feeling of it and the knowledge that he did that to her.
He slips back out and opens his eyes so that they can look at each other. The smile comes back and Jongin’s heart almost stops. She nods: ok.
Jongin smirks and grabs onto her hair, pulling her neck up and biting it fiercely. She shrieks; he does it again. When he lets go and her screams have turned to moans he thrusts back in. Her hands find their way around his neck and he’s pulled down to kiss him on the lips once more. Sweat slicks their bodies.
He thrusts in faster and watches as her body changes. She starts thrusting back against his cock and moans out Jongin’s name.
“Noona,” he pants against her lips. Junyeon moans against his.
“Fuck me harder… fuck your noona hard,” Junyeon mumbles. Jongin grabs onto her face hips and fucks her faster and harder. He swears under his breath when Junyeon unravels completely-he’s found her spot.
He readjusts himself so that he can hit that area perfectly every time. Every thrust makes her scream, her fingernails moving down his back and her legs now around his torso with her ankles digging into the small of his back. The couch is slick with their sweat and he likes the small squeak as he moves back and forth. Jongin hits the spot again and again. Junyeon screams again and again.
“Jongin!” she cries and stabs him with her fingernails. Her eyes explode with lust and fulfillment.
He smiles and thrusts even harder, thrusting her through her orgasm. She continues to move, slower now than before, and he too comes seconds later.
Jongin doesn’t crash down onto her; he kisses her belly-button and she squeals, kicking her legs up. There’s a small puddle of her cum on the sofa and he leans down, licking it up before kissing her softly on the lips, his hands finding her breasts and kneading them gently.
“Thank you Jongin-ah,” Junyeon mumbles.
Jongin laughs, “You think I’m done with you, noona?” Shock runs over Junyeon’s face.
He pulls her up so that she’s straddling him once more. Jongin moves her so that she’s on her knees, and moves her up so that she’s right on top of his face. His hands grab her ass and smiles at the squishiness of it all; like a marshmallow, he thinks.
“Stop playing with my ass and eat me out if you’re going to,” Junyeon replies with her snarky attitude. Jongin plans to destroy that.
He moves his neck just a little bit and lifts his tongue up to lick her folds. She shivers. It’s warm and he can smell the strong smell of lust and sex. He draws back and licks up her thighs, collecting anything from before and cleaning her up, moving from thigh to thigh and coating the skin with her saliva.
“Go,” she snarls. Good, Jongin thinks.
Jongin presses his face into the fray and licks up her folds. He brings his hand up to open her up, and dips her tongue in, collecting as much as he possibly can. His hand fondles her clit. Junyeon moans, her hands moving down and slipping through as much of Jongin’s hair as she possibly can. She moves down, so that her ass cheeks brush against his neck.
He moves faster and smiles when Junyeon’s moans echo in his ears. He dips his tongue in and runs his tongue, pressing his tongue flat against the opening. He brings her clit into his mouth. Junyeon screams, closing her eyes and coming again.
He collects as much as he possibly can and licks his lips, smiling at the taste. Some collects at his teeth and stains his tongue. When she draws away he can see the red cheeks and strewn hair and he runs a hand through her hair. She reaches up and wipes some cum from his cheek, slipping it into her mouth and sucking it.
-
Baekhyun gives Jongin a strange look when the group returns home that night. Junyeon has some clothes from the f(x)-sunbaes and it fits loosely just in case he changes back during the night. When the rest of the group goes to sleep Jongin and Junyeon force Sehun to sleep with Kyungsoo that night, and spend the night cuddling, Junyeon’s head on Jongin’s shoulder. Jongin’s hands are around her waist and they draw small circles.
“I can’t wait until you’re a girl,” Junyeon says with a smirk.
--
end.
a/n: thank you for my boyfriend for being a pain and making this fic take too much longer than it should have!
a/n1: jokes aside thank you for all the people that pushed me through this fic!
suho/kai
smut ; nc-17
girl!suho, boy/girl sex
written for deferto_neminem for the 2012 SNCJ Secret Santa
“Can you get Joonmyeon up?” Baekhyun asks, pulling Jongin to the side. He looks at the leader and Sehun’s room, the unspoken question resting in their minds. Why wasn’t the leader up already? He was usually up quite early with a bright smile and his heart-warming personality whilst helping the other members get ready also.
Kyungsoo was ready and making breakfast for everyone, Chanyeol was singing (rather loudly) in the shower, and Sehun was slowly shuffling around, finding clothes in piles and rubbing his eyes every few seconds. Jongin had been drying his hair when Baekhyun rudely interrupted him.
“Why me?” Jongin counters, “Why not Kyungsoo?” Kyungsoo glances at them from the kitchen, but promptly turns back to finish making breakfast. Baekhyun sends him a small smile before turning back to the insolent lead dancer.
“Sehun is busy, and you’re the next youngest, that’s why,” Baekhyun answers. Jongin hates his position as almost-maknae for this exact reason, and rolls his eyes for added effect. “Plus, Joonmyeon likes it when you come to him. It’ll be better than Chanyeol waking him up.” Unfortunately, Jongin has to agree with that fact.
“Fine,” Jongin mumbles and pushes Baekhyun out of the way. He walks down the hall to Joonmyeon and Sehun’s shared room and knocks on the door.
No sign of life comes out (no strained ‘what?’ or the sound of footsteps), so instead of doing the nice thing and just knocking again, Jongin turns the doorknob and struts into Joonmyeon’s room. It’s dark and the blinds are drawn, so it’s almost impossible to really see anything, and Jongin squints in the darkness, trying his best to find Joonmyeon. There isn’t a closet so he can’t hide in there, but his bed is empty. Jongin checks behind the door, but doesn’t find anyone hiding behind it.
“Joonmyeon-hyung?” Jongin asks, closing the door behind him so that Joonmyeon cannot escape, turning the lock slowly.
Sehun’s bed is covered with clothes and there are posters hanging on the wall. Jongin assumes that Joonmyeon wouldn’t be even close to that bed because of the state it’s in, so sticks to Joonmyeon’s side of the room. He crawls onto the bed, making sure that there is no one there. “Hyung?” he calls out once more.
This time he hears shuffling. He smirks.
Jongin pops his head down underneath Joonmyeon’s bed, smiling when he sees the face staring back at him, deadly afraid. “Found you.”
Things change dramatically though when he notices something a little bit different about Joonmyeon hyung.
-
They decide that it is the best to just let Joonmyeon stay home that day. Since Baekhyun and Sehun have to be somewhere, and Kyungsoo is afraid to even look at Joonmyeon, Jongin is voluntold to take care of Joonmyeon.
(Chanyeol is always reaching for the leader’s chest, and so Sehun has to drag him out the door before he can do anything damaging.)
When all the other members have left the dorm, Jongin slowly turns to Joonmyeon. Or Junyeon.
It’s the same old Joonmyeon, just shorter, skinnier and obviously prettier. Her hair seems to have grown overnight, too, for it falls down to her shoulders, a beautiful shade of milk chocolate. Her pink lips remain when she pulls her lips into a smile. She is short but her legs are long compared to her torso, and they are milky and white underneath the shorts that Baekhyun has supplied for her. She wears one of Lu Han’s old t-shirts that was left behind (they think that it’s the closest to actually fitting of anything they own) and it slips down one of her arms, revealing the soft skin of her shoulder.
“I know this is really bad, but,” Jongin begins, sitting down beside Junyeon on the couch. It feels awkward, now. He’s close to Joonmyeon-close enough-and they had been getting closer since their trainee days. This is weird, he thinks, really weird. Junyeon raises an eyebrow (her eyes are a dazzling caramel and it makes Jongin stop to think for a second) before tilting her head to the side. She looks a bit like one of the girls from the manhwas he would read, and it’s actually distracting.
“Yes, Jongin-ah?” she asks, running her tongue over her lips, picking up some of the milk from this morning’s breakfast. Thankfully Kyungsoo was able to save most of it when it had accidentally dropped when Jongin dragged Junyeon out of her room to show to the rest of the EXO-K members.
“Can I touch your boobs?”
Junyeon’s eyes widen. “Um, what?”
“Oh I knew it was a dumb question! I’m just gonna go walk away now and I let you do your girly things for the rest of the day. If you’re going out, though, I suggest that you call me so I can be your chaperone and all-” Jongin stammered, rubbing the back of his neck and his cheeks growing red with embarrassment. Damn teenage hormones!
He gets up to leave, trying his best to run away as soon as possible, when a hand brushes his wrist. Junyeon’s hand grasps his hand and Jongin has to look down, into those gorgeous caramel eyes. Junyeon swallows slowly, before moving her grasp up to Jongin’s forearm, bringing his hand down near her chest. “I never told you that you couldn’t,” she says.
Jongin is paralyzed and therefore Junyeon is able to use his arm and press Jongin’s left hand onto the middle of her chest. Jongin chokes and adjusts his hand a little and gives Junyeon’s left breast a small squeeze. It’s a soft, cushiony feeling, and he cannot help himself-he squeezes once more, this time harder.
Junyeon moans, throwing her head back, “Fuck.”
Her cheeks are flustered and her bangs are strewn across her face. Junyeon’s lips are open partially and her tongue sticks out between her lips just a little. Before Jongin really has time to think, he presses his lips against those cherry lips and kisses her rough. Another strangled moan leaves her lips as Jongin places a hand down flat on Junyeon’s thigh, his left hand continuing to fondle Junyeon’s breast.
“Jongin-ah?” Junyeon smiles before kissing his jawline, her eyes half-open and a hand clutching Jongin’s shirt. He stops kissing her so fiercely and slows down, letting his lips rest against her cheek, her neck, her forehead, places that Jongin has wanted to kiss so much.
His hand runs up to pinch at Junyeon’s nipple, his thumb swirling around the soft nub through the thin layer of fabric of Lu Han’s shirt. They never break eye contact and it makes everything even more exciting. His cheeks are red and her lips are swollen.
Jongin sits down on the sofa beside her, his hands moving to her hips and his lips moving to her own. She shifts just slightly, her legs giving Jongin enough to room so that he can move forwards, his nose smelling the smell of the shampoo from this morning’s shower.
“Should we do this?” Junyeon finally asks after what seems like a lifetime since the question was asked. Jongin nods eagerly, teenage hormones in full effect. Junyeon pulls away, looking deep into his eyes and cocking her head. “We are band mates and this is probably against code somewhere…”
Jongin shrugs, “We don’t know when this’ll happen again and man you’re not hyu-noona.” He tries his best to make it sound better than how it sounds in his head, but Junyeon smiles cheerily, leaning in and pressing her lips against his once more.
“Then let’s go.”
There’s the awkward fumbling of Jongin’s tight shirt, but when it’s off, Junyeon’s hands touch the bare, muscled skin with excited fingers. The touch is cool against Jongin’s skin and it’s almost ticklish, but her hands move down to his sweatpants, pushing down on the fabric and pushing it down to his knees, with some help from Jongin, of course.
She kneels, throwing her top off and revealing her two, perfectly shaped breasts. She throws her shirt down to the floor and grabs at Jongin’s sweatpants, helping him out and throwing them onto the hardwood. She sits on her heels, wearing nothing but the shorts that Baekhyun had lent her, that move slowly against her thighs.
She crawls on her hands and knees until she’s completely hovering over Jongin. Junyeon press their lips together, moaning when Jongin’s dark, warm hands cup one of her breasts. He adjusts himself so that his lips can press against her collarbone, licking up the bone and sliding his hands down her hips to mesh together at her back.
They kiss softly. Junyeon’s lips are soft and kissable and he tastes the soft aftertaste of breakfast on her tongue when their tongues slide and mesh together. The couch dips underneath their weight and it’s cramped, his left leg almost falling off the side in the process. The couch’s fabric is slippery and smooth, but not as smooth as the feeling of her skin.
Junyeon sits up, her breasts swaying just a little as she does so. She presses her small palms down on his thighs, her fingers stretching out and touching Jongin’s dick, which has slowly risen from the touches and the kissing. He bucks up, his hands reaching out to touch Junyeon’s hips. She swats them away.
“Gosh, you’re so hard already,” she comments, running her index finger down the length of Jongin’s clothed erection, a vixen-like smirk pressed against her lips. “Have you been thinking about your hyung for a while, Jongin? You just get hard by just a little foreplay.”
Jongin swallows. Her voice has dropped dramatically in the few seconds and it’s so sexy. It’s a gentle purr with the sting and bite of the jaguar. Her eyes shine with lust and she’s a work of art, hanging on the walls of Jongin’s brain.
She leans in, her nipples brushing his collarbones, and kisses his forehead. “Tell me how much you want my pussy, Kim Jongin. How many times you have imagined this those late nights ‘at practice’.” Her eyes sparkle and the smirk on her lips is so damn kissable.
“Please, Junyeon,” he begs, bucking his lips in vain attempt to get some of that much-needed friction. Her fingernails on barely scrape the length of his dick and he bites back a whimper. Junyeon winks when their eyes meet.
“Call me noona,” she whispers, so faint that Jongin almost doesn’t catch it. The way she drags the world out, lets it soak on her lips before she speaks it, makes him even more agitated-wishing to press his lips against her soft ones once more. He wants to hear screams from that tongue and moans from the back of her throat.
“Noona, please.” Jongin can see the faint flicker of want pass her eyes before she tightens up again, like a firm leader, and slips her hand down his underwear, fisting his cock.
Jongin reacts instantly, bucking his hips as high as he possibly can with a girl straddling him. Her small hand moves to the base of his cock, her thumb moving in slow circles around the tip, smearing the pre-cum that has now already soaked his underwear. With slow movements, Junyeon pulls his underwear down to his calves, and grabs his erection with both hands, almost covering the surface area.
“Junyeon-noona,” Jongin croaks and throws his neck back; exposing his darker skin. Junyeon leans in and kisses his Adam’s apple, bringing her lips up to his jawline, her fingernails scraping his cock gently. “You…You’re next.”
Junyeon raises an eyebrow and cocks her head to the side. Jongin pants and looks up at her with half-lidded eyes.
“Come on,” Jongin teases, his fingertips grazing over her hipbone, pulling at the fabric of Junyeon’s shorts and revealing some of the milky white skin. “Let your dongsaeng see.”
Junyeon moves up to her knees, the fabric swishing against the inside of her thighs. She has difficulty taking them off and swats Jongin’s hands away when he tries to help. The leader has always been independent; but she sends him one of her heart-soothing smiles when he finally draws his hands away. Junyeon stands up, her breasts moving just a little bit as she does so, and slips out of her shorts and underwear, tossing them onto the floor.
She’s pale and smooth and Jongin reaches up to touch, feeling the soft skin underneath his fingertips. “Fuck,” he says, moving his fingers down and hooking them. It’s wet and slippery. He rubs his fingers across her folds, moaning when the wetness moves down his fingers and to his wrist. She shudders and takes a step forwards so that Jongin can see it better.
“You’re pretty wet yourself,” Jongin jokes, kissing her thigh. She pants and unravels on top of him, her juices slowly running down her thigh and over her knees. Jongin curiously leans forwards and takes a small lick; his hot tongue against her cold legs.
He holds out her hand and she grabs it. Jongin leads her down onto his stomach, turning her legs so that they open enough. He leans forwards into a crunch position and hugs her torso, kissing her lips slowly. His tongue sneaks in and she moans, her fingers moving up to his upper back, her nails slowly digging into his back.
He presses her down onto the couch, her hair sprawled against the sofa. “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles before he even thinks, and she laughs. Junyeon slaps his arm.
“Just get in me,” she jokes.
So he does.
Jongin slips his hand down between her legs, pushing his thumb in to open her up just a little bit. His heart pounds at the sudden heat that clenches around his digit. His dick comes next and slowly presses against the opening; his tip surrounding around his tip. Jongin pants and grabs onto the couch on both sides of her head, leaning in to kiss her. When the heat is bearable he presses in further.
She moans into his mouth and slides her tongue into his mouth. Her mouth is raw and bruised and Jongin likes the feeling of it and the knowledge that he did that to her.
He slips back out and opens his eyes so that they can look at each other. The smile comes back and Jongin’s heart almost stops. She nods: ok.
Jongin smirks and grabs onto her hair, pulling her neck up and biting it fiercely. She shrieks; he does it again. When he lets go and her screams have turned to moans he thrusts back in. Her hands find their way around his neck and he’s pulled down to kiss him on the lips once more. Sweat slicks their bodies.
He thrusts in faster and watches as her body changes. She starts thrusting back against his cock and moans out Jongin’s name.
“Noona,” he pants against her lips. Junyeon moans against his.
“Fuck me harder… fuck your noona hard,” Junyeon mumbles. Jongin grabs onto her face hips and fucks her faster and harder. He swears under his breath when Junyeon unravels completely-he’s found her spot.
He readjusts himself so that he can hit that area perfectly every time. Every thrust makes her scream, her fingernails moving down his back and her legs now around his torso with her ankles digging into the small of his back. The couch is slick with their sweat and he likes the small squeak as he moves back and forth. Jongin hits the spot again and again. Junyeon screams again and again.
“Jongin!” she cries and stabs him with her fingernails. Her eyes explode with lust and fulfillment.
He smiles and thrusts even harder, thrusting her through her orgasm. She continues to move, slower now than before, and he too comes seconds later.
Jongin doesn’t crash down onto her; he kisses her belly-button and she squeals, kicking her legs up. There’s a small puddle of her cum on the sofa and he leans down, licking it up before kissing her softly on the lips, his hands finding her breasts and kneading them gently.
“Thank you Jongin-ah,” Junyeon mumbles.
Jongin laughs, “You think I’m done with you, noona?” Shock runs over Junyeon’s face.
He pulls her up so that she’s straddling him once more. Jongin moves her so that she’s on her knees, and moves her up so that she’s right on top of his face. His hands grab her ass and smiles at the squishiness of it all; like a marshmallow, he thinks.
“Stop playing with my ass and eat me out if you’re going to,” Junyeon replies with her snarky attitude. Jongin plans to destroy that.
He moves his neck just a little bit and lifts his tongue up to lick her folds. She shivers. It’s warm and he can smell the strong smell of lust and sex. He draws back and licks up her thighs, collecting anything from before and cleaning her up, moving from thigh to thigh and coating the skin with her saliva.
“Go,” she snarls. Good, Jongin thinks.
Jongin presses his face into the fray and licks up her folds. He brings his hand up to open her up, and dips her tongue in, collecting as much as he possibly can. His hand fondles her clit. Junyeon moans, her hands moving down and slipping through as much of Jongin’s hair as she possibly can. She moves down, so that her ass cheeks brush against his neck.
He moves faster and smiles when Junyeon’s moans echo in his ears. He dips his tongue in and runs his tongue, pressing his tongue flat against the opening. He brings her clit into his mouth. Junyeon screams, closing her eyes and coming again.
He collects as much as he possibly can and licks his lips, smiling at the taste. Some collects at his teeth and stains his tongue. When she draws away he can see the red cheeks and strewn hair and he runs a hand through her hair. She reaches up and wipes some cum from his cheek, slipping it into her mouth and sucking it.
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Baekhyun gives Jongin a strange look when the group returns home that night. Junyeon has some clothes from the f(x)-sunbaes and it fits loosely just in case he changes back during the night. When the rest of the group goes to sleep Jongin and Junyeon force Sehun to sleep with Kyungsoo that night, and spend the night cuddling, Junyeon’s head on Jongin’s shoulder. Jongin’s hands are around her waist and they draw small circles.
“I can’t wait until you’re a girl,” Junyeon says with a smirk.
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end.
a/n: thank you for my boyfriend for being a pain and making this fic take too much longer than it should have!
a/n1: jokes aside thank you for all the people that pushed me through this fic!