Duo
Title: Duo
Pairing: het!Ontae (onew & taeyeon) & het!minkey (minho & gwiboon)
Rating: NC-17 (when is it not? ^_~)
Summary: Jinki convinces Minho to help him break into an empty house as a surprise for Taeyeon.
A/N: Woooo, finally this MASSIVE fic gets released. This is kiyabaybee's request ^^ it's.... 4792 words. WTF. Like I said, it's just massive. 8 pages of cute and smut. The main couple is ONTAE in Onew's POV but the POV switches towards the end into Minho's. There's a notice so no one gets confused. Hope you like your request darling~!
I’ve been planning this night for a long time, now. Taeyeon doesn’t know about it, and I don’t want her to find out anyways until the sun sets. Minho and I spent two days trying to break in to this place, and it finally paid off once we scaled the side of the house and found one of the upstairs bedrooms patio doors unlocked. It’s beyond me why anyone selling a house in the middle of nowhere would leave any of the doors unlocked, but it worked for us. The only downside to this is now I can’t have the whole place for myself and Taeyeon, and I have to share it with Minho and Gwiboon, since Minho helped me break in and all. But it’s not that big of a deal. It’s a three-story house, so I’ll kick Minho and Gwiboon to the first floor, and Taeyeon and I can have the third floor. That leaves an entire empty floor between us so that we don’t have to hear each other. Well, if Taeyeon doesn’t want to do anything, then at least she and I won’t have to hear Minho and Gwiboon - because we all know how loud and bossy Gwiboon gets. Sometimes I don’t even understand how Minho puts up with her. He and I have different types, though. I guess he likes loud and bossy, and I like a girl that’s a little less crazy that I can have fun with as a couple instead of being whipped. Minho would really kill me if I ever said something like that to his face.
He and I are setting up the house. Or, at least he’s helping me set up the third floor. I’m going to regret letting him help once he demands that I help him in return. It’s not like I told him to help, he just kind of offered.
“If we get busted, dude, I am so throwing you under the bus,” Minho says.
I roll my eyes at him and flip over the sleeping pad for Taeyeon. “We’re not going to get busted, and if we do it’s because you bragged to the wrong person,” I reply. “No one even comes down this road. We’ll just leave the lights off.”
Minho chuckles. “Yeah, except Taeyeon is afraid of the dark. Remember when we went camping last summer? And you went in the tent without warning her and she-“
“Yes, I remember,” I say, cutting him off quickly. Being kicked in the balls by your girlfriend is a touchy subject. “I’m gonna light some candles or something.”
“Bro, that’s cliché,” he says.
He’s kind of getting on my nerves, now. “Will you just shut up or go away?”
He makes a face at me, rolls his eyes, and continues to help me set things up. “Just so you know,” he says, “you’re helping me set up downstairs.”
--
Three hours and a lot of preparations later, Minho and I are finally going to pick up the girls. We told them that we were all going to sleep at Minho’s and my shared apartment for the night and then drive to the beach in the morning. It’s only half of a lie; we’re still going to go to the beach.
Surprisingly, the girls are actually packed and ready by the time we pull into Gwiboon’s parent’s house driveway. Taeyeon has a Keroro backpack on and Gwiboon has three Victoria’s Secret tote bags sitting at her feet on the doorstep. She’s also clearly not planning on carrying them out to the truck, because she’s focusing on and filing her nails while Taeyeon comes running over.
“Hi, oppa,” she says, kissing me on the cheek through the open window of the truck.
I grin and open the door, leaning the front seat forward so that she can climb in the back. She purposefully messes up my hair with her hand when she does and then drapes her arms over my shoulders, resting her chin on the seat. “Is Jonghyun-oppa gonna be there?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.
“No, he’s out of town this weekend,” I say, reaching back to play with her hair.
Minho finally gets Gwiboon’s bags packed into the bed of the truck and then they both get in the car and we’re on the way. Gwiboon and Taeyeon are so busy chattering in the backseat that they don’t even notice when we pass the apartment and start heading out into the country. I think we would have made it all the way to the house without them noticing if it weren’t for Minho’s dumbass:
“Dude, where are we going to park the truck? I didn’t even fucking think about that!”
Which of course made the girls look away from each other and out the windows; and now that they know we’re out in the country, they’re freaking out.
“Onew-oppa, what the hell are we doing?”
“Oppa, it’s dark, why are we out here?”
“Yah, Minho-ah, I’m going to kill you.”
“Unnie, you’re scaring me.”
“It’s not my fault these two dumbasses are taking us out to the middle of nowhere.”
“I don’t think it was Jinki-oppa’s idea.”
“It so was his idea!” Minho shouts, making the girls jump out of surprise.
“It was my idea,” I admit shamelessly. “You’ll see when we get there. It’s not that bad.”
“Not that bad?” Gwiboon repeats. I turn to see her with her arms folded across her chest and an angry eyebrow cocked.
I nod. “Yeah, not that bad,” I say again.
Gwiboon just scoffs and starts telling Taeyeon that they’ll just steal the truck and leave Minho and I out here if they really don’t like what’s going on. But Taeyeon wouldn’t go with her, anyways, so I’m not that worried. It’s an empty threat. Gwiboon doesn’t even really know how to drive.
We pull up to the house and I tell Minho to park the truck behind it so that no one on the road can see it. I get out of the car, followed by Minho, but Taeyeon and Gwiboon stay rooted in their seats.
“C’mon,” I urge Taeyeon, reaching my hand out for her. “No one lives here. The place has been for sale for weeks. No one’s gonna come here.”
“Oh, awesome,” Gwiboon says. “So you brought us to a freaky-ass haunted house. Cool, I’m going home.”
“Damn, did I really bring that strawberry lube for nothing?” Minho asks quietly.
Gwiboon practically flies out of the car and punches Minho in the shoulder. “You thought you’d get lucky out here?! We’ll probably start having sex and then some freaky weirdo is going to break down the door and massacre us!”
I shake my head at Taeyeon, who now looks scared out of her mind, and assure her that no one is going to kill us. “Come on, I did this for you. I even made the upstairs so pretty so that you’d like it,” I say, resting my hand on her knee. “It’s just like camping, only it’s safer, because we’ll be inside.”
She sighs and bites her lip. “You swear we won’t get caught, oppa?”
I flash her a smile and nod firmly. “I swear,” I say.
She’s finally convinced and she gets out of the car, holding tightly onto my hand and pressing her side against mine. I lead her over to the side of the house where Minho and I climbed up earlier and tell her to go first. “I’ll be right behind you. It’s not that big of a climb, and you’ll just fall on top of me if you fall, anyways, which you won’t,” I say, setting my hands on her hips, ready to lift her up so she can start climbing.
“It’s just like rock-climbing, right?” she asks worriedly as she starts to climb.
“Yep, just like rock-climbing, which you had so much fun doing,” I say soothingly.
She calms down for about thirty seconds before Gwiboon makes herself be heard. “Are you crazy, Taeyeon?! You’re actually going to go up there?!” She yells.
“So are you,” Minho says, throwing Gwiboon over his shoulder and walking over to us. “You better hang on tight unless you want to fall off.”
“At least let me piggyback it up!” Gwiboon screeches.
I just laugh at her and follow Taeyeon up the side of the house quietly. I’m not worried about if Minho can get Gwiboon to agree to this or not. It originally wasn’t for them, anyways, it was for Taeyeon and I.
When we get to the top, Taeyeon instantly hides her face in my back and holds on tightly to my shirt. She’s so cute - especially when she’s scared. I take her inside and grab the flashlight I left near the door, flicking it on and leading her up the stairs. At the top of the stairs and inside the first bedroom, I hand Taeyeon the flashlight and tell her to wait for a minute.
“Hurry up, oppa,” she whines.
I quickly take the lighter out of my pocket and fumble around for a few seconds while I light the candles. But finally, there’s light, and Taeyeon visibly relaxes and walks further into the bedroom, looking around.
“It is pretty,” she says, turning off the flashlight and setting it down.
I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her waist, kissing her cheek softly. “I told you. Look, I even brought your favorite blanket from my apartment,” I tell her. The blanket is just a plain old knitted white one, but she likes it for some reason.
“Oppa?” she asks a little shyly. “Did you bring any food? I didn’t eat at Gwiboon-unnie’s because I thought I could eat at your apartment…”
I laugh and open my duffle bag sitting by the sleeping pads and pull out two Tupperware’s of rice and a tube of gochujang sauce. “This was going to be breakfast, but we’ll get something on the road tomorrow,” I say, handing her a pair of chopsticks as she sits down next to me.
We eat mostly in silence and then chew a few sticks of gum while wrestling (being extremely careful of the candles) and tickling each other. But neither of us are made of steel and we both get tired pretty quickly and end up lying next to each other, our legs tangled and my arm under her head.
“Oppa, I love you,” she says quietly, twisting her head to look at me.
I carefully roll over on top of her and smile, kissing her and saying “I love you, too.”
We look at each other quietly for a few more moments, and then suddenly we’re making out. I don’t even know how we got here, but she’s tugging on my bottom lip with her teeth and my hand is shoved underneath her shirt, palming her breast through the thin material of her bra. And one of her legs is wrapped around my waist and she’s using the other to push her hips upwards and against mine, grinding herself on me.
Yeah, we’ve fooled around before and yeah we’ve touched third base, but we’ve never tried hitting home. It was just something that hadn’t happened. It was something I knew she wasn’t ready for by the way she would always say she was tired or the way she would say she just wanted to use her mouth on me. But it seems I’ve lost my innocent Taeyeon, because she’s acting like a fire cracker. Maybe it’s because I’ve finally gone all out and set up a pretty place for her (even though it’s in someone else’s house) without actually nearing the boundaries. This was going to just be a sleepover - that was all I planned - but I guess Taeyeon is finished waiting, and if she’s finished, then I’m definitely finished.
Clothes come off and I spend a few minutes worshipping her body; trailing my fingers down her sides, leaving wet kisses up and down her neck, rolling her nipples between my fingers and flicking them with my tongue. She’s really sensitive and really responsive. For every flick of my tongue, I’m rewarded with a breathy moan and her back arching, pushing her chest into my face. Her fingers curl into the hair on the back of my neck and she pulls - maybe a little too hard - and forces me to roll over onto my back. I look up at her curiously but she just smiles at me and then hovers over me on all fours.
“How about I put out some of the lights?” she asks, her voice breathy and wrecked. She leans forward - her hands on either side of my head - and starts blowing out a few of the candles around the bed.
I can see everything perfectly like this. Her thin but slightly curvy hips, her long and shapely legs, her sharp collarbones, her graceful arms; everything about this dancer’s body turns me on. And when she’s finished blowing out a few of the lights, she rolls that body on top of me, sucking on my neck and chest as she slides down, accidentally (or maybe not?) catching my dick between her legs. We both gasp and she freezes for a moment, but then her confidence returns and she keeps kissing her way down my body until her lips are wrapped tightly around my dick and she’s sucking like her life depends on it. She takes me about halfway in and uses her hand on the rest, gripping me at the base and twisting her hand while bobbing up and down. And she’s humming. I love when she does that, and she knows it. I lean up on one elbow and push her bangs out of her face so that I can watch her. She looks up at me and then pops off, smiling at me and letting a fat glob of spit drip onto me before she goes back down again. That smile is reassuring. It’s one of the things I admire about her; that she never pretends like she wants to do something. She either does it because she wants to, or she doesn’t do it at all.
“God, you’re good,” I groan, letting my head fall back. “C’mere, let’s do this.” I sit up and curl my hand around her hip, guiding her to make a one-eighty, and wrap my arms around my waist, lifting my head and running my tongue between her folds. I can’t ever get enough of the way she tastes.
She shudders above me, hips grinding into my mouth, and her fist tightening around my dick. And she’s moaning - loudly - like we’ve never done this before. It’s probably from the high of being somewhere we’re not supposed to be and doing something we probably shouldn’t be doing. But she’s not stopping, and I’m not stopping. We’re going to do this.
I flick my tongue over her clit and slide two fingers deep inside of her. They go in smoothly without any pain or discomfort. She’s used to this by now, two fingers is her comfort limit. I curl them downwards and stroke her g-spot, tonguing her clit with a few flat presses of my tongue and gently thrusting my fingers in and out to try and stretch her open a little bit. She whines and spreads her legs further as I remove my fingers and press my tongue into her, letting her juices soak my tongue and lips, letting them smear all over my mouth. They glisten there when I pull away and maneuver her onto her back. She just giggles and wipes my face with her hand before she pushes her mouth up to kiss me.
We share a soft kiss, gently sucking on each other’s tongues and running our fingers through each other’s hair. Her heart is pounding - I can feel it against my chest - and her breaths are becoming raggedy and nervous. I pull away from the kiss and press my forehead to hers, cupping her cheek. “We don’t have to,” I say.
“I want to.” It takes her less than a few seconds to reply. “I want you.”
Now comes the awkward part. I sit up and get the bag I packed and rummage through it for a condom, finding one and ripping it open and sliding it on with Taeyeon watching me the entire time. There is nothing sexy about the way I put this condom on. In fact, I should probably be embarrassed, but I’ll wait until we’re finished to worry about it. I lay back down between her legs - which she obediently wraps around my waist - and set myself at her entrance. Hopefully, I won’t hurt her too badly. I mean, she’s really flexible and there’s no barrier for me to break - thanks to her dancing her entire life - and if anything it’s just going to be a painful stretch… Which will go away in a few minutes… right?
I don’t waste anymore time and push myself into her all in one go. I should have done it slowly - because she’s tearing at my back with her nails - but now I’m inside of this incredibly hot body and she’s all slick and tight around me, tightening angrily and then relaxing only to repeat the same process again.
“S-sorry, baby,” I groan. I wonder if she’s pissed because I can’t hide the pleasure in my voice and she’s the one feeling all of the pain. I kiss her again (which she responds irritably to by nearly biting my lip off) and press my thumb against her clit and rub it in slow circles as I pull out and experimentally thrust into her again - much softer this time.
She breaths out heavily, whimpering “oppa,” as she does, and retracts her claws from my back, moving her hands to the back of my neck where she laces her fingers.
I keep a slow pace for a few minutes, biting my lip as hard as I can so that I don’t cum embarrassingly fast. But once she’s stretched out and has adjusted to me, I pick up speed and practically slam my hips into hers. Coming is one option, or, I could try and convince her to get into as many positions as possible to figure out which one she likes best so she can finish, too. I lean down and kiss her ear, nibbling on it a little bit before I whisper “Want to try something else?”
She just grins at me and nods, which surprises me because I didn’t expect her to get into it so fast. I’m not complaining at all. I carefully pull out of her and without any coaching, she flips onto her stomach and raises herself onto her knees. I’m very pleasantly surprised. I grab one of the pillows and fold it in half, situating it under her and guiding her to lay on it. This way, she can relax instead of holding herself up.
I run my fingers over her pussy and she subconsciously spreads her legs further apart, bearing all of her to me. My breath hitches in my throat and I bend down a little bit, catching the tip of my dick on her slit and then pushing in again. I was only away for a minute, but I missed it so much. The heat surrounds me again and somehow she’s even tighter like this and I can watch the whole thing happen. I rest my hands on the floor in front of her shoulders, using them as stoppers to keep her from sliding forward as I push into her. The slap of my hips against her ass echoes through the room. It’s almost as loud as my panting and her moaning and the way she’s saying my name like a mantra. It sounds cheesy as hell, but hearing your girlfriend moan your name while you’re having sex with her really is a huge turn on. It lets me know that she’s enjoying it, too. That she likes the way I feel inside of her, that she likes the position, that she’s comfortable doing this with me. It makes it all the better.
“Jinki, I’m - oh - do that again.”
I push up into her at a different angle and sit back on my heels, pulling her hips along with me so that her bottom half is kneeling. I keep thrusting into her like that, pushing up and pulling her back onto me by her hip, while one of my hands slides around her front and plays with her clit, rubbing it and rolling it in my fingers until she’s an absolute mess.
Her back is glistening in the light with the thin sheet of sweat staining her skin and her hair is clinging to her face and neck. Her eyes are clenched shut and her fingers are curled around the duvet as she pants heavily, moaning every thrust and saying my name every two. She’s so close, but I’m worried that I’m closer. My stomach is coiling and clenching but I just want her to go first so I pick up the pace and rub her clit a litter harder until she’s shuddering and her pussy is throbbing around me and she’s crying my name and then I let go, spilling everything I’ve got and letting my hips snap forward over and over again until I literally have no energy left and I let myself hover over her on my hands and knees, breathing deeply.
“That was…” I swallow and attempt to catch my breath, pressing my face into her neck. “I love you.”
She laughs for a moment and then looks at me, a big smile on her pretty little face. “I love you, too.”
Then, there’s a little more awkwardness when I pull out of her and try to figure out what the hell I do with the condom because I can’t just leave it in the trash here. Taeyeon suggests that we flush it down the toilet but then we find out that there’s no running water, so the idea for a shower later flies out the window, too. It’s embarrassing but it’s perfectly imperfect the way I decide - fuck it - to wrap it in some tissues and worry about it later and I lay down next to Taeyeon, blowing all the candles out, and pulling her favorite blanket over us. We’re pressed against each other, our breaths finally regulated, eyes shut and heads on the pillow, and I’ve never felt more complete. This is Taeyeon and I, and it’s perfect.
-Minho-
Sometimes Gwiboon is a pain in the ass. Actually, she's practically always a pain in the ass, but there's something about her that you just can't get away from. She's pretty, of course. No, she's fucking drop dead gorgeous with a bangin body and super soft hair and skin. She pays more attention to her makeup in the mornings than she does to me and she always bosses me around and tells me what to do. And I do it, but that's because no one understands what it's like behind closed doors. Sure, I carry her bags around for her and do almost everything she says. But she's the one on her knees right now with my cock down her throat.
I knew that once I actually got her in the house and had her pressed against a wall that she would come undone. And the strawberry lube I brought is her favorite, so she practically begged me to let her suck it off of my dick. I thought about refusing, just to piss her off, but then I decided that we're in some random ass house and we can get nasty in every corner that we want, so I let her. No regrets, either. Gwiboon could be a pornstar with that mouth and that body. In fact, she and I should do porn together. We make some hot ass videos, no lies. I think video cameras are one of her kinks, she's gets all into it and uses every single power move she's got when we record ourselves. But then she takes the videos and doesn't let me watch them unless she's in the room with me. Bitch. Either way, it's still worth it.
Gwiboon stands up, dragging her tits over my dick on the way, and wraps one of her legs around my waist, raising her eyebrows suggestively. I pull the other one up, too, and thank God for birth control as I push her up against the wall and slide my dick into her. She sighs and her head falls back, arms wrapped loosely around my neck because she knows I'll hold her up, and she says, "It's been too long."
I smirk, pressing deeper into her and then starting a hickey on her neck. "It's been a day, and to think that you didn't want this," I say, turning back to sucking on her skin, leaving an angry purple mark on her milky neck.
"I better be able to hide that with cover up."
"You like it."
I thrust into her a few times, grinding my hips forward against her clit, and then move away from the wall. She keeps moving her hips forwards and backwards on my dick while I look around for a good place to set up shop. I end up laying her down on the dining room table, keeping her back flat against it by holding her shoulder down, and holding one of her legs around my waist and letting her put the other one over my shoulder. She strokes her own clit, first sucking on two perfectly manicured fingers and then lowering them, playing with herself shamelessly as I fuck her. I pull out to the tip and watch her eyes roll back as I stroke forward again until our hips kiss, and she sighs again and practically fucking snuggles into the table. She always does stuff like that. When she gets really into it, she either a.) uses the power moves and begs me and stuff, b.) bites my lip so hard while we're going at it that it bruises the next day, or c.) closes her eyes and focuses only on how good she feels, and option C tends to involve a lot of breathy sighs, compliant looks, and nuzzling her face into whatever surface she's on. My crazy, beautiful girlfriend.
Once again I lift her up and carry her over to the couch, laying her down and laying on top of her, slowing my pace and focusing on deeper thrusts instead of faster ones. I know she likes it like this the best; when she can feel every inch of me sliding in and out. It's when I like it the best, that's for sure. When I'm not getting bitten or scratched (which I have no problems with at all, I love that, too) and when she just smiles at me, palms my face, and then wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me.
Our fucking turns to love making and the biting and scratching turns to kissing and soft carresses. The sound of skin slapping turns into the sound of skin kissing and sliding together. And then love making turns back into fucking just as quickly as it changed in the first place, and she bites my shoulder as I bend her in half and slam into her until we're both coming so hard that we forget each other's names.
After we calm down a little bit with a few extra thrusts, some kissing, and a lot of tongue tangling, we head into the bathroom to survey the damage. There are some bruises on her thighs and hips and a fat hickey on her neck, and there's a bite mark in my shoulder, scratches down my back, and my lip is bleeding a little bit.
"I won this time," she says, crossing her arms and turning up her nose proudly.
I snort and roll my eyes at her. "I went easy on you."
We both exchange glances then and smirk at the same time. Rematch.
Pairing: het!Ontae (onew & taeyeon) & het!minkey (minho & gwiboon)
Rating: NC-17 (when is it not? ^_~)
Summary: Jinki convinces Minho to help him break into an empty house as a surprise for Taeyeon.
A/N: Woooo, finally this MASSIVE fic gets released. This is kiyabaybee's request ^^ it's.... 4792 words. WTF. Like I said, it's just massive. 8 pages of cute and smut. The main couple is ONTAE in Onew's POV but the POV switches towards the end into Minho's. There's a notice so no one gets confused. Hope you like your request darling~!
I’ve been planning this night for a long time, now. Taeyeon doesn’t know about it, and I don’t want her to find out anyways until the sun sets. Minho and I spent two days trying to break in to this place, and it finally paid off once we scaled the side of the house and found one of the upstairs bedrooms patio doors unlocked. It’s beyond me why anyone selling a house in the middle of nowhere would leave any of the doors unlocked, but it worked for us. The only downside to this is now I can’t have the whole place for myself and Taeyeon, and I have to share it with Minho and Gwiboon, since Minho helped me break in and all. But it’s not that big of a deal. It’s a three-story house, so I’ll kick Minho and Gwiboon to the first floor, and Taeyeon and I can have the third floor. That leaves an entire empty floor between us so that we don’t have to hear each other. Well, if Taeyeon doesn’t want to do anything, then at least she and I won’t have to hear Minho and Gwiboon - because we all know how loud and bossy Gwiboon gets. Sometimes I don’t even understand how Minho puts up with her. He and I have different types, though. I guess he likes loud and bossy, and I like a girl that’s a little less crazy that I can have fun with as a couple instead of being whipped. Minho would really kill me if I ever said something like that to his face.
He and I are setting up the house. Or, at least he’s helping me set up the third floor. I’m going to regret letting him help once he demands that I help him in return. It’s not like I told him to help, he just kind of offered.
“If we get busted, dude, I am so throwing you under the bus,” Minho says.
I roll my eyes at him and flip over the sleeping pad for Taeyeon. “We’re not going to get busted, and if we do it’s because you bragged to the wrong person,” I reply. “No one even comes down this road. We’ll just leave the lights off.”
Minho chuckles. “Yeah, except Taeyeon is afraid of the dark. Remember when we went camping last summer? And you went in the tent without warning her and she-“
“Yes, I remember,” I say, cutting him off quickly. Being kicked in the balls by your girlfriend is a touchy subject. “I’m gonna light some candles or something.”
“Bro, that’s cliché,” he says.
He’s kind of getting on my nerves, now. “Will you just shut up or go away?”
He makes a face at me, rolls his eyes, and continues to help me set things up. “Just so you know,” he says, “you’re helping me set up downstairs.”
--
Three hours and a lot of preparations later, Minho and I are finally going to pick up the girls. We told them that we were all going to sleep at Minho’s and my shared apartment for the night and then drive to the beach in the morning. It’s only half of a lie; we’re still going to go to the beach.
Surprisingly, the girls are actually packed and ready by the time we pull into Gwiboon’s parent’s house driveway. Taeyeon has a Keroro backpack on and Gwiboon has three Victoria’s Secret tote bags sitting at her feet on the doorstep. She’s also clearly not planning on carrying them out to the truck, because she’s focusing on and filing her nails while Taeyeon comes running over.
“Hi, oppa,” she says, kissing me on the cheek through the open window of the truck.
I grin and open the door, leaning the front seat forward so that she can climb in the back. She purposefully messes up my hair with her hand when she does and then drapes her arms over my shoulders, resting her chin on the seat. “Is Jonghyun-oppa gonna be there?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.
“No, he’s out of town this weekend,” I say, reaching back to play with her hair.
Minho finally gets Gwiboon’s bags packed into the bed of the truck and then they both get in the car and we’re on the way. Gwiboon and Taeyeon are so busy chattering in the backseat that they don’t even notice when we pass the apartment and start heading out into the country. I think we would have made it all the way to the house without them noticing if it weren’t for Minho’s dumbass:
“Dude, where are we going to park the truck? I didn’t even fucking think about that!”
Which of course made the girls look away from each other and out the windows; and now that they know we’re out in the country, they’re freaking out.
“Onew-oppa, what the hell are we doing?”
“Oppa, it’s dark, why are we out here?”
“Yah, Minho-ah, I’m going to kill you.”
“Unnie, you’re scaring me.”
“It’s not my fault these two dumbasses are taking us out to the middle of nowhere.”
“I don’t think it was Jinki-oppa’s idea.”
“It so was his idea!” Minho shouts, making the girls jump out of surprise.
“It was my idea,” I admit shamelessly. “You’ll see when we get there. It’s not that bad.”
“Not that bad?” Gwiboon repeats. I turn to see her with her arms folded across her chest and an angry eyebrow cocked.
I nod. “Yeah, not that bad,” I say again.
Gwiboon just scoffs and starts telling Taeyeon that they’ll just steal the truck and leave Minho and I out here if they really don’t like what’s going on. But Taeyeon wouldn’t go with her, anyways, so I’m not that worried. It’s an empty threat. Gwiboon doesn’t even really know how to drive.
We pull up to the house and I tell Minho to park the truck behind it so that no one on the road can see it. I get out of the car, followed by Minho, but Taeyeon and Gwiboon stay rooted in their seats.
“C’mon,” I urge Taeyeon, reaching my hand out for her. “No one lives here. The place has been for sale for weeks. No one’s gonna come here.”
“Oh, awesome,” Gwiboon says. “So you brought us to a freaky-ass haunted house. Cool, I’m going home.”
“Damn, did I really bring that strawberry lube for nothing?” Minho asks quietly.
Gwiboon practically flies out of the car and punches Minho in the shoulder. “You thought you’d get lucky out here?! We’ll probably start having sex and then some freaky weirdo is going to break down the door and massacre us!”
I shake my head at Taeyeon, who now looks scared out of her mind, and assure her that no one is going to kill us. “Come on, I did this for you. I even made the upstairs so pretty so that you’d like it,” I say, resting my hand on her knee. “It’s just like camping, only it’s safer, because we’ll be inside.”
She sighs and bites her lip. “You swear we won’t get caught, oppa?”
I flash her a smile and nod firmly. “I swear,” I say.
She’s finally convinced and she gets out of the car, holding tightly onto my hand and pressing her side against mine. I lead her over to the side of the house where Minho and I climbed up earlier and tell her to go first. “I’ll be right behind you. It’s not that big of a climb, and you’ll just fall on top of me if you fall, anyways, which you won’t,” I say, setting my hands on her hips, ready to lift her up so she can start climbing.
“It’s just like rock-climbing, right?” she asks worriedly as she starts to climb.
“Yep, just like rock-climbing, which you had so much fun doing,” I say soothingly.
She calms down for about thirty seconds before Gwiboon makes herself be heard. “Are you crazy, Taeyeon?! You’re actually going to go up there?!” She yells.
“So are you,” Minho says, throwing Gwiboon over his shoulder and walking over to us. “You better hang on tight unless you want to fall off.”
“At least let me piggyback it up!” Gwiboon screeches.
I just laugh at her and follow Taeyeon up the side of the house quietly. I’m not worried about if Minho can get Gwiboon to agree to this or not. It originally wasn’t for them, anyways, it was for Taeyeon and I.
When we get to the top, Taeyeon instantly hides her face in my back and holds on tightly to my shirt. She’s so cute - especially when she’s scared. I take her inside and grab the flashlight I left near the door, flicking it on and leading her up the stairs. At the top of the stairs and inside the first bedroom, I hand Taeyeon the flashlight and tell her to wait for a minute.
“Hurry up, oppa,” she whines.
I quickly take the lighter out of my pocket and fumble around for a few seconds while I light the candles. But finally, there’s light, and Taeyeon visibly relaxes and walks further into the bedroom, looking around.
“It is pretty,” she says, turning off the flashlight and setting it down.
I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her waist, kissing her cheek softly. “I told you. Look, I even brought your favorite blanket from my apartment,” I tell her. The blanket is just a plain old knitted white one, but she likes it for some reason.
“Oppa?” she asks a little shyly. “Did you bring any food? I didn’t eat at Gwiboon-unnie’s because I thought I could eat at your apartment…”
I laugh and open my duffle bag sitting by the sleeping pads and pull out two Tupperware’s of rice and a tube of gochujang sauce. “This was going to be breakfast, but we’ll get something on the road tomorrow,” I say, handing her a pair of chopsticks as she sits down next to me.
We eat mostly in silence and then chew a few sticks of gum while wrestling (being extremely careful of the candles) and tickling each other. But neither of us are made of steel and we both get tired pretty quickly and end up lying next to each other, our legs tangled and my arm under her head.
“Oppa, I love you,” she says quietly, twisting her head to look at me.
I carefully roll over on top of her and smile, kissing her and saying “I love you, too.”
We look at each other quietly for a few more moments, and then suddenly we’re making out. I don’t even know how we got here, but she’s tugging on my bottom lip with her teeth and my hand is shoved underneath her shirt, palming her breast through the thin material of her bra. And one of her legs is wrapped around my waist and she’s using the other to push her hips upwards and against mine, grinding herself on me.
Yeah, we’ve fooled around before and yeah we’ve touched third base, but we’ve never tried hitting home. It was just something that hadn’t happened. It was something I knew she wasn’t ready for by the way she would always say she was tired or the way she would say she just wanted to use her mouth on me. But it seems I’ve lost my innocent Taeyeon, because she’s acting like a fire cracker. Maybe it’s because I’ve finally gone all out and set up a pretty place for her (even though it’s in someone else’s house) without actually nearing the boundaries. This was going to just be a sleepover - that was all I planned - but I guess Taeyeon is finished waiting, and if she’s finished, then I’m definitely finished.
Clothes come off and I spend a few minutes worshipping her body; trailing my fingers down her sides, leaving wet kisses up and down her neck, rolling her nipples between my fingers and flicking them with my tongue. She’s really sensitive and really responsive. For every flick of my tongue, I’m rewarded with a breathy moan and her back arching, pushing her chest into my face. Her fingers curl into the hair on the back of my neck and she pulls - maybe a little too hard - and forces me to roll over onto my back. I look up at her curiously but she just smiles at me and then hovers over me on all fours.
“How about I put out some of the lights?” she asks, her voice breathy and wrecked. She leans forward - her hands on either side of my head - and starts blowing out a few of the candles around the bed.
I can see everything perfectly like this. Her thin but slightly curvy hips, her long and shapely legs, her sharp collarbones, her graceful arms; everything about this dancer’s body turns me on. And when she’s finished blowing out a few of the lights, she rolls that body on top of me, sucking on my neck and chest as she slides down, accidentally (or maybe not?) catching my dick between her legs. We both gasp and she freezes for a moment, but then her confidence returns and she keeps kissing her way down my body until her lips are wrapped tightly around my dick and she’s sucking like her life depends on it. She takes me about halfway in and uses her hand on the rest, gripping me at the base and twisting her hand while bobbing up and down. And she’s humming. I love when she does that, and she knows it. I lean up on one elbow and push her bangs out of her face so that I can watch her. She looks up at me and then pops off, smiling at me and letting a fat glob of spit drip onto me before she goes back down again. That smile is reassuring. It’s one of the things I admire about her; that she never pretends like she wants to do something. She either does it because she wants to, or she doesn’t do it at all.
“God, you’re good,” I groan, letting my head fall back. “C’mere, let’s do this.” I sit up and curl my hand around her hip, guiding her to make a one-eighty, and wrap my arms around my waist, lifting my head and running my tongue between her folds. I can’t ever get enough of the way she tastes.
She shudders above me, hips grinding into my mouth, and her fist tightening around my dick. And she’s moaning - loudly - like we’ve never done this before. It’s probably from the high of being somewhere we’re not supposed to be and doing something we probably shouldn’t be doing. But she’s not stopping, and I’m not stopping. We’re going to do this.
I flick my tongue over her clit and slide two fingers deep inside of her. They go in smoothly without any pain or discomfort. She’s used to this by now, two fingers is her comfort limit. I curl them downwards and stroke her g-spot, tonguing her clit with a few flat presses of my tongue and gently thrusting my fingers in and out to try and stretch her open a little bit. She whines and spreads her legs further as I remove my fingers and press my tongue into her, letting her juices soak my tongue and lips, letting them smear all over my mouth. They glisten there when I pull away and maneuver her onto her back. She just giggles and wipes my face with her hand before she pushes her mouth up to kiss me.
We share a soft kiss, gently sucking on each other’s tongues and running our fingers through each other’s hair. Her heart is pounding - I can feel it against my chest - and her breaths are becoming raggedy and nervous. I pull away from the kiss and press my forehead to hers, cupping her cheek. “We don’t have to,” I say.
“I want to.” It takes her less than a few seconds to reply. “I want you.”
Now comes the awkward part. I sit up and get the bag I packed and rummage through it for a condom, finding one and ripping it open and sliding it on with Taeyeon watching me the entire time. There is nothing sexy about the way I put this condom on. In fact, I should probably be embarrassed, but I’ll wait until we’re finished to worry about it. I lay back down between her legs - which she obediently wraps around my waist - and set myself at her entrance. Hopefully, I won’t hurt her too badly. I mean, she’s really flexible and there’s no barrier for me to break - thanks to her dancing her entire life - and if anything it’s just going to be a painful stretch… Which will go away in a few minutes… right?
I don’t waste anymore time and push myself into her all in one go. I should have done it slowly - because she’s tearing at my back with her nails - but now I’m inside of this incredibly hot body and she’s all slick and tight around me, tightening angrily and then relaxing only to repeat the same process again.
“S-sorry, baby,” I groan. I wonder if she’s pissed because I can’t hide the pleasure in my voice and she’s the one feeling all of the pain. I kiss her again (which she responds irritably to by nearly biting my lip off) and press my thumb against her clit and rub it in slow circles as I pull out and experimentally thrust into her again - much softer this time.
She breaths out heavily, whimpering “oppa,” as she does, and retracts her claws from my back, moving her hands to the back of my neck where she laces her fingers.
I keep a slow pace for a few minutes, biting my lip as hard as I can so that I don’t cum embarrassingly fast. But once she’s stretched out and has adjusted to me, I pick up speed and practically slam my hips into hers. Coming is one option, or, I could try and convince her to get into as many positions as possible to figure out which one she likes best so she can finish, too. I lean down and kiss her ear, nibbling on it a little bit before I whisper “Want to try something else?”
She just grins at me and nods, which surprises me because I didn’t expect her to get into it so fast. I’m not complaining at all. I carefully pull out of her and without any coaching, she flips onto her stomach and raises herself onto her knees. I’m very pleasantly surprised. I grab one of the pillows and fold it in half, situating it under her and guiding her to lay on it. This way, she can relax instead of holding herself up.
I run my fingers over her pussy and she subconsciously spreads her legs further apart, bearing all of her to me. My breath hitches in my throat and I bend down a little bit, catching the tip of my dick on her slit and then pushing in again. I was only away for a minute, but I missed it so much. The heat surrounds me again and somehow she’s even tighter like this and I can watch the whole thing happen. I rest my hands on the floor in front of her shoulders, using them as stoppers to keep her from sliding forward as I push into her. The slap of my hips against her ass echoes through the room. It’s almost as loud as my panting and her moaning and the way she’s saying my name like a mantra. It sounds cheesy as hell, but hearing your girlfriend moan your name while you’re having sex with her really is a huge turn on. It lets me know that she’s enjoying it, too. That she likes the way I feel inside of her, that she likes the position, that she’s comfortable doing this with me. It makes it all the better.
“Jinki, I’m - oh - do that again.”
I push up into her at a different angle and sit back on my heels, pulling her hips along with me so that her bottom half is kneeling. I keep thrusting into her like that, pushing up and pulling her back onto me by her hip, while one of my hands slides around her front and plays with her clit, rubbing it and rolling it in my fingers until she’s an absolute mess.
Her back is glistening in the light with the thin sheet of sweat staining her skin and her hair is clinging to her face and neck. Her eyes are clenched shut and her fingers are curled around the duvet as she pants heavily, moaning every thrust and saying my name every two. She’s so close, but I’m worried that I’m closer. My stomach is coiling and clenching but I just want her to go first so I pick up the pace and rub her clit a litter harder until she’s shuddering and her pussy is throbbing around me and she’s crying my name and then I let go, spilling everything I’ve got and letting my hips snap forward over and over again until I literally have no energy left and I let myself hover over her on my hands and knees, breathing deeply.
“That was…” I swallow and attempt to catch my breath, pressing my face into her neck. “I love you.”
She laughs for a moment and then looks at me, a big smile on her pretty little face. “I love you, too.”
Then, there’s a little more awkwardness when I pull out of her and try to figure out what the hell I do with the condom because I can’t just leave it in the trash here. Taeyeon suggests that we flush it down the toilet but then we find out that there’s no running water, so the idea for a shower later flies out the window, too. It’s embarrassing but it’s perfectly imperfect the way I decide - fuck it - to wrap it in some tissues and worry about it later and I lay down next to Taeyeon, blowing all the candles out, and pulling her favorite blanket over us. We’re pressed against each other, our breaths finally regulated, eyes shut and heads on the pillow, and I’ve never felt more complete. This is Taeyeon and I, and it’s perfect.
-Minho-
Sometimes Gwiboon is a pain in the ass. Actually, she's practically always a pain in the ass, but there's something about her that you just can't get away from. She's pretty, of course. No, she's fucking drop dead gorgeous with a bangin body and super soft hair and skin. She pays more attention to her makeup in the mornings than she does to me and she always bosses me around and tells me what to do. And I do it, but that's because no one understands what it's like behind closed doors. Sure, I carry her bags around for her and do almost everything she says. But she's the one on her knees right now with my cock down her throat.
I knew that once I actually got her in the house and had her pressed against a wall that she would come undone. And the strawberry lube I brought is her favorite, so she practically begged me to let her suck it off of my dick. I thought about refusing, just to piss her off, but then I decided that we're in some random ass house and we can get nasty in every corner that we want, so I let her. No regrets, either. Gwiboon could be a pornstar with that mouth and that body. In fact, she and I should do porn together. We make some hot ass videos, no lies. I think video cameras are one of her kinks, she's gets all into it and uses every single power move she's got when we record ourselves. But then she takes the videos and doesn't let me watch them unless she's in the room with me. Bitch. Either way, it's still worth it.
Gwiboon stands up, dragging her tits over my dick on the way, and wraps one of her legs around my waist, raising her eyebrows suggestively. I pull the other one up, too, and thank God for birth control as I push her up against the wall and slide my dick into her. She sighs and her head falls back, arms wrapped loosely around my neck because she knows I'll hold her up, and she says, "It's been too long."
I smirk, pressing deeper into her and then starting a hickey on her neck. "It's been a day, and to think that you didn't want this," I say, turning back to sucking on her skin, leaving an angry purple mark on her milky neck.
"I better be able to hide that with cover up."
"You like it."
I thrust into her a few times, grinding my hips forward against her clit, and then move away from the wall. She keeps moving her hips forwards and backwards on my dick while I look around for a good place to set up shop. I end up laying her down on the dining room table, keeping her back flat against it by holding her shoulder down, and holding one of her legs around my waist and letting her put the other one over my shoulder. She strokes her own clit, first sucking on two perfectly manicured fingers and then lowering them, playing with herself shamelessly as I fuck her. I pull out to the tip and watch her eyes roll back as I stroke forward again until our hips kiss, and she sighs again and practically fucking snuggles into the table. She always does stuff like that. When she gets really into it, she either a.) uses the power moves and begs me and stuff, b.) bites my lip so hard while we're going at it that it bruises the next day, or c.) closes her eyes and focuses only on how good she feels, and option C tends to involve a lot of breathy sighs, compliant looks, and nuzzling her face into whatever surface she's on. My crazy, beautiful girlfriend.
Once again I lift her up and carry her over to the couch, laying her down and laying on top of her, slowing my pace and focusing on deeper thrusts instead of faster ones. I know she likes it like this the best; when she can feel every inch of me sliding in and out. It's when I like it the best, that's for sure. When I'm not getting bitten or scratched (which I have no problems with at all, I love that, too) and when she just smiles at me, palms my face, and then wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me.
Our fucking turns to love making and the biting and scratching turns to kissing and soft carresses. The sound of skin slapping turns into the sound of skin kissing and sliding together. And then love making turns back into fucking just as quickly as it changed in the first place, and she bites my shoulder as I bend her in half and slam into her until we're both coming so hard that we forget each other's names.
After we calm down a little bit with a few extra thrusts, some kissing, and a lot of tongue tangling, we head into the bathroom to survey the damage. There are some bruises on her thighs and hips and a fat hickey on her neck, and there's a bite mark in my shoulder, scratches down my back, and my lip is bleeding a little bit.
"I won this time," she says, crossing her arms and turning up her nose proudly.
I snort and roll my eyes at her. "I went easy on you."
We both exchange glances then and smirk at the same time. Rematch.