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kpfm 4.0
f(x), one-sided luna/amber; pg-13ish; 337 words
originally posted here.
amber is not gay.
luna knows this because amber came home one day from a schedule in tears. some of the girls in the other groups had been avoiding her, giving her scathing looks when she tried to talk to them, whispering to each other in korean too fast for amber to keep up with. amber had sobbed her heart out to krystal in english, wrapped up in victoria's arms, while luna made brownies and sulli ran to the corner store to get amber's favorite brand of green tea ice cream. luna didn't understand most of what amber was saying about "i don't c-care if it's other people, really, but i'm n-not and i'm so tired of people assuming things because i have sh-short hair and no fucking tits a-and i just-" but she knew what it would mean in korean.
amber is not gay. but luna is, and sometimes she wants amber so bad she can't see straight.
when amber walks around in her underwear and a men's tshirt before bed, luna wants her. when amber tries on one of krystal's skirts, blushing and making fun of herself the whole time, luna wants her. when amber lets sulli kiss her on the cheek, when amber holds victoria's hand, when amber and krystal play-fight in english, luna wants her, and when amber appears in her dreams soft and naked and welcoming, luna wakes up wet and aching.
but luna will never have amber.
luna will never have amber because amber likes boys, likes hard chests and muscular hips. amber doesn't want to trace luna's curves with her fingertips or spread her open with a smirk, the way luna wants to do to amber. amber sees luna as nothing more than a friend, a sister even. amber doesn't dream about luna.
so luna comforts her the only way she knows how: she strokes amber's hair and rests her head on her shoulder and holds her hand until she falls asleep, and luna doesn't imagine a ring on amber's finger.
2pm/f(x), nichkhun/victoria; pg; 596 words
originally posted here.
it's strange, confessing when you're already married. nichkhun feels like he should have a ring or something, make it special somehow. all he has is a slightly wilted bouquet of flowers from the grocery store down the street and this urging in his chest that told him to go to her, to buy the flowers, and now to fucking knock instead of just standing there in front of her door like some sort of coward. he takes a deep breath and finally does it, fighting not to run away.
the door opens, and he opens his mouth to say something-oh god oh fuck what is he going to say-but nothing comes out when he realizes it's krystal looking back at him. "oh! krystal, i didn't, um." he flounders for a moment, then says desperately, "is victoria here?"
"she's at a schedule with luna," krystal says, eyeing him suspiciously. nichkhun's heart plummets. "why?"
"i just wanted to-could you just, uh." he thrusts the flowers at her. "these are for her."
krystal takes them after a moment's hesitation. he turns to leave, silently cursing at himself when she says in english, "she really likes you, you know." khun wheels around and stares at her, eyes wide. "god only knows why," she adds, but her voice is kind. then her expression hardens. "if you hurt her, we'll kill you," she warns him.
nichkhun nods, still turning over the first words in his head. she really likes you. "i promise."
--
he's at practice the next day when his phone blares f(x)'s new single. every time she calls, taec sighs dramatically and calls him whipped, but they all know how happy he is to hear it. khun ducks his head apologetically to their choreographer before slipping outside to answer it. "hello?"
"half the flowers you brought me died overnight," victoria says.
she doesn't sound amused. khun feels panic start to well up in his chest. "oh, god, i'm so sorry, i didn't-i promise to-"
"the rest of them are the most beautiful flowers i've ever seen," she interrupts, and he knows from the tone of her voice that she's smiling, shy and honest. "thank you."
"i like you," khun says earnestly. "so much, victoria."
there's a pause, and he can see her biting her lip. "i know," she says. "i like you, too."
"will you-" he hesitates. "um. will you go out with me?"
she laughs, and khun wants so badly to tangle his fingers in her hair and kiss her senseless. "we're already married," she teases, "isn't it a little late to be asking me that?"
"go out to a restaurant, then," he amends. "anywhere you want." the call goes silent, and he frowns. "victoria? are you still-"
two arms wrap around him from behind and a face presses to his back, between his shoulderblades. "i think maybe we should stay in."
nichkhun turns around to find victoria standing there, smiling brilliantly at him. "hello."
"hi," khun says, raising a hand to brush her hair behind her ear. for once, she isn't wearing heels, and she looks so small that he never wants to let her out of his sight for fear of losing her. "what are you-"
"i really think you should kiss me now," she tells him.
khun smiles, cups her face in his hands, and does just that.
EPILOGUE:
"disgusting," chansung says, shaking his head.
"completely," junho agrees.
they're silent for a moment, and then they go find minjae and demand to be put on we got married.
untitled: shinee, jinki/kibum; pg-13; 467 words
originally posted here, for a very special not so anon's prompt.
this is terribly ooc, i apologize :|
the second the door shuts behind jonghyun, kibum shoves jinki down on the couch and straddles him. jinki squeaks when a mouth attaches to his jaw, his hands fluttering over kibum's waist. "um, s-should we be-"
"yes, shut up." kibum pulls back and glares at him, but it's softened by the way his hands are stroking through jinki's hair. "honestly, stop being so useless and just touch me."
jinki frowns, and kibum wants to take back what he's just said, but he's saved when jinki's hands finally settle on his hips. kibum leans in and kisses him. he's trying to apologize, but when he opens his mouth a little to try to breathe, jinki's tongue slips in and taps the edge of his teeth, and kibum is so startled that he automatically bites down. jinki lets out a pained cry and jerks back, and kibum feels awful. "oh god, i'm so sorry, i didn't-did i hurt you?" he babbles as jinki sticks his tongue out and goes cross-eyed trying to examine it. "oh, oh no, jinki, i-"
he's cut off when jinki leans forward and kisses him. "i'm fine," jinki murmurs. "i wasn't expecting it is all." his fingers slip beneath kibum's shirt and draw little circles over his hip. "i'm going to do it again," he warns, his eyes curving up with amusement, and kibum wants to hit him and tell him not to be so stupid, but he kind of can't think at all with jinki's tongue in his mouth. he moans and shifts closer, and one of jinki's hands slides up his back and into his hair, scratching at his scalp.
"you've done this before," kibum says accusingly when they break apart
jinki blinks at him. "i'm almost 22, kibum."
"well, yes, but." kibum huffs. "you don't act like you know these things."
jinki laughs at that, his hand curling on kibum's hip. "what, should i go around on all the shows talking about my romantic experiences?" he presses a fond kiss to the edge of kibum's mouth.
kibum doesn't have a retort for that, so he just kisses back and isn't quite as surprised when jinki tugs his shirt up.
--
he curls around jinki on the couch afterwards, sweaty and exhausted and absolutely satiated. his shirt ended up staying on, but his pants are crumpled on the floor next to jinki's foot. jinki pats his hip, looking the way kibum feels, and says, "we should probably get dressed before they all come home."
kibum scowls. "i don't want to."
jinki hums and tucks a piece of kibum's hair behind his ear. "do it and i'll show you the closet minho discovered on the floor above our practice room."
he trips over a sock when kibum drags him to the bedroom.
untitled: shinee, jinki/jonghyun; pg; 231 words
originally posted here
"to seduce an aries man," jinki mumbles under his breath, his pencil flying over the page, "play hard to get. aries men love the thrill of the-"
"hyung?"
jinki barely manages to keep from shrieking at the sound of jonghyun's voice and flails at the keyboard, closing the window as fast as he can. "jonghyun! hi! what do you want!"
jonghyun is giving him the look that means jinki is acting stranger than usual. "uh. kibum wanted me to remind you that tonight is your night to wash the dishes. well, you and taemin." he squints at jinki. "are you okay?"
"yes! i am perfectly fine!"
jonghyun blinks. "um. okay then." he turns to leave, and it's then that jinki remembers what he was just reading. he jumps out of his chair and grabs jonghyun's wrist, and when jonghyun turns to him with his surprised-but-interested face, jinki kisses him.
jonghyun doesn't react, and when jinki pulls away, he is just standing there looking like he has absolutely no idea what is going on.
jinki turns back around before jonghyun can see how hard he's blushing. play hard to get. "go help kibum make dinner," he says, trying to sound as cool and bored as he possibly can, like he isn't worried that he might be having a heart attack from how fast his blood is pumping.
"……i don't get it."
untitled: snsd/c.n.blue, seohyun/yonghwa; g; 251 words
originally posted here
remixed by hwanjin!
as soon as the producers yell cut, yonghwa turns and pulls seohyun into a hug. she makes a soft, startled noise, but he just buries his face in her hair. "thank you."
two arms wrap around his back as she laughs. "you're welcome."
he cups her face in both hands and just looks at her, not caring that the cameramen are bustling around them and the writers are arguing over whether or not to have more handholding in the next episode. when seohyun smiles up at him, yonghwa feels the same rush of affection that he did when she was singing to him, and he knows all of a sudden that he really, truly loves this girl. he loves her laugh, her intelligence, her determination. he loves that she's shy and awkward around him because he knows it means that she cares what he thinks.
yonghwa thanks his lucky stars for this tv show and whatever producer decided they would be a good couple, because even though he isn't in love with seohyun, he can't imagine anyone more perfect.
"oppa?" she asks, tilting her head a little.
yonghwa leans in and presses a kiss to her forehead. her hands tighten on his waist, and when he pulls back, she's giving him the same fond smile. yonghwa doesn't think they'll ever truly date, but he knows that they're tied together forever now, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
"come on, hyun," he says, taking her hand again. "let's go home."
you better run: snsd, jessica/jessica; nc-17; 713 words
originally posted here
i....have no excuses for the quality of this. IT WAS REALLY HARD TO WRITE OKAY.
it's so weird to see herself like this, with black in her hair and on her body. it's not a color jess likes, but this girl, whose name isn't jess or jessie or sica but jessica, she pulls it off so well. jess bites her lip and wishes that taengoo hadn't used her captaincy to decree that the different versions room together. she doesn't feel comfortable with jessica here because the girl keeps looking her up and down and sniggering, except she has the same look in her eye that the boys always do. jess shakes her head at herself and turns around, gesturing at the bed. "okay, so, um, you can have this, and i'll sleep on the floor."
"we could share the bed, you know. i mean, we're the same person." jessica smirks at her. "what, worried i'll get my independent thoughts all over your nice pink sheets?"
jess feels her face start to burn. "what is that supposed to mean?"
jessica rolls her eyes "oh, come on. you're a cheerleader. you're not exactly known for your ability to exist without other people's approval."
"i think for myself, thank you very much," jess snaps.
"yeah? then why are you dating that asshole jock?" jess sucks in a breath and looks away. "that's what i thought." jessica steps closer. "you can't hide anything from me, sica. i know everything about you." she's close now, and jess watches with a detached sort of interest as jessica reaches out and twists a ringlet around one finger. "i know how much you like yul," she murmurs. her lips brush against jess's ear. "i know what you imagine her doing-"
"stop!" jess shoves jessica away from her, ignoring the way tears are prickling at the corners of her eyes.
jessica laughs. "you can't admit it even to yourself." her smile fades until she's studying jess carefully. "that's why i'm here."
jess blinks. "what-" and then jessica is grabbing her wrist and pulling her forward and pressing their mouths together.
if jess thought it was weird looking at herself clothed, it's nothing compared to seeing herself naked. jessica's a bit skinnier than jess is, without any of the lean muscle she's developed, but she's still got all the little imperfections that jess hates. yet somehow, on her, they're beautiful. jessica leans down and wraps her mouth around jess's nipple, and jess arches up with a surprised moan. jessica hums and slides down, trailing kisses over jess's stomach and hips. she spreads jess open and fits her shoulders in-between before jess can flush with embarrassment and shame and close her legs. "relax," she says, one fingertip sliding up jess's slit. "you'll like this, i promise."
and she does. jessica is slow and teasing, nothing like jess's boyfriend. he's always rough, hurried, like he's only doing it so she'll keep having sex with him. jessica is clearly in this for jess's pleasure, not her own, and when her slim fingers tweak jess's clit, she can't help but cry out.
jessica grins and presses her mouth to it, sucking gently. jess moans and tries to tangle her fingers in jessica's hair, but it's too straight and smooth for her to get a grip. jessica slides one finger into her, then two, and crooks them at a place that makes jess see stars. "oh!" she gasps, "oh, do that again."
jessica laughs and obliges, and it's only a minute before jess is trembling hard as she comes. jessica sits back up and wipes at her chin with the back of her hand, grinning. it's the most effortlessly sexy thing jess has ever seen, and she reaches out for the other girl.
jessica leans down and presses a chaste kiss to jess's lips. "jess," she murmurs, "jess-"
"-sica!"
jess gasps awake to find yul standing over her, hands on her shoulders like she's been shaking her. "god, you're impossible to wake up, you know that?" yul says, shaking her head. "i swear, one of these days we're just going to-"
jess grabs her arm and pulls her down into a kiss. yul half-gasps, half-moans into her mouth, and jess tugs her onto the bed. yul's fingers tangle into her hair, still in loose curls from the game last night, and when they finally break apart, her eyes are wide and she's panting. "jess, what…"
she smiles. "call me jessica."
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f(x), one-sided luna/amber; pg-13ish; 337 words
originally posted here.
amber is not gay.
luna knows this because amber came home one day from a schedule in tears. some of the girls in the other groups had been avoiding her, giving her scathing looks when she tried to talk to them, whispering to each other in korean too fast for amber to keep up with. amber had sobbed her heart out to krystal in english, wrapped up in victoria's arms, while luna made brownies and sulli ran to the corner store to get amber's favorite brand of green tea ice cream. luna didn't understand most of what amber was saying about "i don't c-care if it's other people, really, but i'm n-not and i'm so tired of people assuming things because i have sh-short hair and no fucking tits a-and i just-" but she knew what it would mean in korean.
amber is not gay. but luna is, and sometimes she wants amber so bad she can't see straight.
when amber walks around in her underwear and a men's tshirt before bed, luna wants her. when amber tries on one of krystal's skirts, blushing and making fun of herself the whole time, luna wants her. when amber lets sulli kiss her on the cheek, when amber holds victoria's hand, when amber and krystal play-fight in english, luna wants her, and when amber appears in her dreams soft and naked and welcoming, luna wakes up wet and aching.
but luna will never have amber.
luna will never have amber because amber likes boys, likes hard chests and muscular hips. amber doesn't want to trace luna's curves with her fingertips or spread her open with a smirk, the way luna wants to do to amber. amber sees luna as nothing more than a friend, a sister even. amber doesn't dream about luna.
so luna comforts her the only way she knows how: she strokes amber's hair and rests her head on her shoulder and holds her hand until she falls asleep, and luna doesn't imagine a ring on amber's finger.
2pm/f(x), nichkhun/victoria; pg; 596 words
originally posted here.
it's strange, confessing when you're already married. nichkhun feels like he should have a ring or something, make it special somehow. all he has is a slightly wilted bouquet of flowers from the grocery store down the street and this urging in his chest that told him to go to her, to buy the flowers, and now to fucking knock instead of just standing there in front of her door like some sort of coward. he takes a deep breath and finally does it, fighting not to run away.
the door opens, and he opens his mouth to say something-oh god oh fuck what is he going to say-but nothing comes out when he realizes it's krystal looking back at him. "oh! krystal, i didn't, um." he flounders for a moment, then says desperately, "is victoria here?"
"she's at a schedule with luna," krystal says, eyeing him suspiciously. nichkhun's heart plummets. "why?"
"i just wanted to-could you just, uh." he thrusts the flowers at her. "these are for her."
krystal takes them after a moment's hesitation. he turns to leave, silently cursing at himself when she says in english, "she really likes you, you know." khun wheels around and stares at her, eyes wide. "god only knows why," she adds, but her voice is kind. then her expression hardens. "if you hurt her, we'll kill you," she warns him.
nichkhun nods, still turning over the first words in his head. she really likes you. "i promise."
--
he's at practice the next day when his phone blares f(x)'s new single. every time she calls, taec sighs dramatically and calls him whipped, but they all know how happy he is to hear it. khun ducks his head apologetically to their choreographer before slipping outside to answer it. "hello?"
"half the flowers you brought me died overnight," victoria says.
she doesn't sound amused. khun feels panic start to well up in his chest. "oh, god, i'm so sorry, i didn't-i promise to-"
"the rest of them are the most beautiful flowers i've ever seen," she interrupts, and he knows from the tone of her voice that she's smiling, shy and honest. "thank you."
"i like you," khun says earnestly. "so much, victoria."
there's a pause, and he can see her biting her lip. "i know," she says. "i like you, too."
"will you-" he hesitates. "um. will you go out with me?"
she laughs, and khun wants so badly to tangle his fingers in her hair and kiss her senseless. "we're already married," she teases, "isn't it a little late to be asking me that?"
"go out to a restaurant, then," he amends. "anywhere you want." the call goes silent, and he frowns. "victoria? are you still-"
two arms wrap around him from behind and a face presses to his back, between his shoulderblades. "i think maybe we should stay in."
nichkhun turns around to find victoria standing there, smiling brilliantly at him. "hello."
"hi," khun says, raising a hand to brush her hair behind her ear. for once, she isn't wearing heels, and she looks so small that he never wants to let her out of his sight for fear of losing her. "what are you-"
"i really think you should kiss me now," she tells him.
khun smiles, cups her face in his hands, and does just that.
EPILOGUE:
"disgusting," chansung says, shaking his head.
"completely," junho agrees.
they're silent for a moment, and then they go find minjae and demand to be put on we got married.
untitled: shinee, jinki/kibum; pg-13; 467 words
originally posted here, for a very special not so anon's prompt.
this is terribly ooc, i apologize :|
the second the door shuts behind jonghyun, kibum shoves jinki down on the couch and straddles him. jinki squeaks when a mouth attaches to his jaw, his hands fluttering over kibum's waist. "um, s-should we be-"
"yes, shut up." kibum pulls back and glares at him, but it's softened by the way his hands are stroking through jinki's hair. "honestly, stop being so useless and just touch me."
jinki frowns, and kibum wants to take back what he's just said, but he's saved when jinki's hands finally settle on his hips. kibum leans in and kisses him. he's trying to apologize, but when he opens his mouth a little to try to breathe, jinki's tongue slips in and taps the edge of his teeth, and kibum is so startled that he automatically bites down. jinki lets out a pained cry and jerks back, and kibum feels awful. "oh god, i'm so sorry, i didn't-did i hurt you?" he babbles as jinki sticks his tongue out and goes cross-eyed trying to examine it. "oh, oh no, jinki, i-"
he's cut off when jinki leans forward and kisses him. "i'm fine," jinki murmurs. "i wasn't expecting it is all." his fingers slip beneath kibum's shirt and draw little circles over his hip. "i'm going to do it again," he warns, his eyes curving up with amusement, and kibum wants to hit him and tell him not to be so stupid, but he kind of can't think at all with jinki's tongue in his mouth. he moans and shifts closer, and one of jinki's hands slides up his back and into his hair, scratching at his scalp.
"you've done this before," kibum says accusingly when they break apart
jinki blinks at him. "i'm almost 22, kibum."
"well, yes, but." kibum huffs. "you don't act like you know these things."
jinki laughs at that, his hand curling on kibum's hip. "what, should i go around on all the shows talking about my romantic experiences?" he presses a fond kiss to the edge of kibum's mouth.
kibum doesn't have a retort for that, so he just kisses back and isn't quite as surprised when jinki tugs his shirt up.
--
he curls around jinki on the couch afterwards, sweaty and exhausted and absolutely satiated. his shirt ended up staying on, but his pants are crumpled on the floor next to jinki's foot. jinki pats his hip, looking the way kibum feels, and says, "we should probably get dressed before they all come home."
kibum scowls. "i don't want to."
jinki hums and tucks a piece of kibum's hair behind his ear. "do it and i'll show you the closet minho discovered on the floor above our practice room."
he trips over a sock when kibum drags him to the bedroom.
untitled: shinee, jinki/jonghyun; pg; 231 words
originally posted here
"to seduce an aries man," jinki mumbles under his breath, his pencil flying over the page, "play hard to get. aries men love the thrill of the-"
"hyung?"
jinki barely manages to keep from shrieking at the sound of jonghyun's voice and flails at the keyboard, closing the window as fast as he can. "jonghyun! hi! what do you want!"
jonghyun is giving him the look that means jinki is acting stranger than usual. "uh. kibum wanted me to remind you that tonight is your night to wash the dishes. well, you and taemin." he squints at jinki. "are you okay?"
"yes! i am perfectly fine!"
jonghyun blinks. "um. okay then." he turns to leave, and it's then that jinki remembers what he was just reading. he jumps out of his chair and grabs jonghyun's wrist, and when jonghyun turns to him with his surprised-but-interested face, jinki kisses him.
jonghyun doesn't react, and when jinki pulls away, he is just standing there looking like he has absolutely no idea what is going on.
jinki turns back around before jonghyun can see how hard he's blushing. play hard to get. "go help kibum make dinner," he says, trying to sound as cool and bored as he possibly can, like he isn't worried that he might be having a heart attack from how fast his blood is pumping.
"……i don't get it."
untitled: snsd/c.n.blue, seohyun/yonghwa; g; 251 words
originally posted here
remixed by hwanjin!
as soon as the producers yell cut, yonghwa turns and pulls seohyun into a hug. she makes a soft, startled noise, but he just buries his face in her hair. "thank you."
two arms wrap around his back as she laughs. "you're welcome."
he cups her face in both hands and just looks at her, not caring that the cameramen are bustling around them and the writers are arguing over whether or not to have more handholding in the next episode. when seohyun smiles up at him, yonghwa feels the same rush of affection that he did when she was singing to him, and he knows all of a sudden that he really, truly loves this girl. he loves her laugh, her intelligence, her determination. he loves that she's shy and awkward around him because he knows it means that she cares what he thinks.
yonghwa thanks his lucky stars for this tv show and whatever producer decided they would be a good couple, because even though he isn't in love with seohyun, he can't imagine anyone more perfect.
"oppa?" she asks, tilting her head a little.
yonghwa leans in and presses a kiss to her forehead. her hands tighten on his waist, and when he pulls back, she's giving him the same fond smile. yonghwa doesn't think they'll ever truly date, but he knows that they're tied together forever now, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
"come on, hyun," he says, taking her hand again. "let's go home."
you better run: snsd, jessica/jessica; nc-17; 713 words
originally posted here
i....have no excuses for the quality of this. IT WAS REALLY HARD TO WRITE OKAY.
it's so weird to see herself like this, with black in her hair and on her body. it's not a color jess likes, but this girl, whose name isn't jess or jessie or sica but jessica, she pulls it off so well. jess bites her lip and wishes that taengoo hadn't used her captaincy to decree that the different versions room together. she doesn't feel comfortable with jessica here because the girl keeps looking her up and down and sniggering, except she has the same look in her eye that the boys always do. jess shakes her head at herself and turns around, gesturing at the bed. "okay, so, um, you can have this, and i'll sleep on the floor."
"we could share the bed, you know. i mean, we're the same person." jessica smirks at her. "what, worried i'll get my independent thoughts all over your nice pink sheets?"
jess feels her face start to burn. "what is that supposed to mean?"
jessica rolls her eyes "oh, come on. you're a cheerleader. you're not exactly known for your ability to exist without other people's approval."
"i think for myself, thank you very much," jess snaps.
"yeah? then why are you dating that asshole jock?" jess sucks in a breath and looks away. "that's what i thought." jessica steps closer. "you can't hide anything from me, sica. i know everything about you." she's close now, and jess watches with a detached sort of interest as jessica reaches out and twists a ringlet around one finger. "i know how much you like yul," she murmurs. her lips brush against jess's ear. "i know what you imagine her doing-"
"stop!" jess shoves jessica away from her, ignoring the way tears are prickling at the corners of her eyes.
jessica laughs. "you can't admit it even to yourself." her smile fades until she's studying jess carefully. "that's why i'm here."
jess blinks. "what-" and then jessica is grabbing her wrist and pulling her forward and pressing their mouths together.
if jess thought it was weird looking at herself clothed, it's nothing compared to seeing herself naked. jessica's a bit skinnier than jess is, without any of the lean muscle she's developed, but she's still got all the little imperfections that jess hates. yet somehow, on her, they're beautiful. jessica leans down and wraps her mouth around jess's nipple, and jess arches up with a surprised moan. jessica hums and slides down, trailing kisses over jess's stomach and hips. she spreads jess open and fits her shoulders in-between before jess can flush with embarrassment and shame and close her legs. "relax," she says, one fingertip sliding up jess's slit. "you'll like this, i promise."
and she does. jessica is slow and teasing, nothing like jess's boyfriend. he's always rough, hurried, like he's only doing it so she'll keep having sex with him. jessica is clearly in this for jess's pleasure, not her own, and when her slim fingers tweak jess's clit, she can't help but cry out.
jessica grins and presses her mouth to it, sucking gently. jess moans and tries to tangle her fingers in jessica's hair, but it's too straight and smooth for her to get a grip. jessica slides one finger into her, then two, and crooks them at a place that makes jess see stars. "oh!" she gasps, "oh, do that again."
jessica laughs and obliges, and it's only a minute before jess is trembling hard as she comes. jessica sits back up and wipes at her chin with the back of her hand, grinning. it's the most effortlessly sexy thing jess has ever seen, and she reaches out for the other girl.
jessica leans down and presses a chaste kiss to jess's lips. "jess," she murmurs, "jess-"
"-sica!"
jess gasps awake to find yul standing over her, hands on her shoulders like she's been shaking her. "god, you're impossible to wake up, you know that?" yul says, shaking her head. "i swear, one of these days we're just going to-"
jess grabs her arm and pulls her down into a kiss. yul half-gasps, half-moans into her mouth, and jess tugs her onto the bed. yul's fingers tangle into her hair, still in loose curls from the game last night, and when they finally break apart, her eyes are wide and she's panting. "jess, what…"
she smiles. "call me jessica."
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