uniforme scolaire
uniforme scolaire
suho/kai
2222 words; nc-17
SOOOOOOO this is payback at riha for the chanhan porn she dumped in my tumblr inbox many months ago. revenge porn, we can call it. i... finally fixed up all the typos (there were a lot, including accidentally writing joonmyun as jonghyun at one point orz orz) and added a somewhat more fluid beginning. hope you enjoy!!
(warning for lapslock? and uh, school uniforms and panties. yup.)
it’s monday.
mondays, for joonmyun, are usually the most low winded and restful day of the week. it’s a great contrast to almost every other person alive, but that’s because after a weekend full of performances and rehearsals and fanmeets, monday is the first weekday, which means everyone is trickling back into school and work, except for joonmyun. it means no one goes to a concert on a monday, so exo can relax for a bit.
they’ve had a pretty scheduled day, really. joonmyun had a few hours of vocal practice, and then was ushered off to dance practice for even longer.
now, everyone is relaxing. joonmyun’s going to finally decide between the two shoes he’s been wanting to buy, and then he’ll probably read a few fan messages and take a nap. he can hear some of the other members outside, yelling about something or other joonmyun will probably have to scold them later for.
he knows zitao and kris are out playing basketball together, yixing is composing in his room, and kyungsoo is sleeping. the rest, however, are probably playing video games or talking or busying themselves in one way or another. joonmyun tries to not think about that too hard.
joonmyun’s just about to click confirm purchase when there’s a knock on the door, and he looks up to see jongin stumbling into the room, awkwardly shutting the door behind him and pressing his back up against it and is that a skirt?
“um,” joonmyun says eloquently. “what.”
“what?” jongin snaps, rather defensively, and stares at joonmyun like he’s daring him to say something back. when he doesn’t, jongin’s eyes soften considerably and he sighs.
“so why exactly are you wearing--”
"chanyeol's idea."
"oh." joonmyun considers this, then asks, “so chanyeol just suggested that you wear a school girl’s uniform and you decided to roll with it?”
jongin blushes, a dull red color that feathers over his cheeks and makes joonmyun laugh. "i lost the football bet," he says, "so they made me wear this."
"this," joonmyun breathes, finally getting a good look at jongin. "and where did they get... this?"
jongin shrugs, and the hem of the shirt rides up, exposing the soft expanse of his tummy, and joonmyun gulps. overall, his boyfriend looks... incredible, to put it bluntly. he'd seen the predebut pictures of chanyeol and baekhyun crossdressing, but he'd never thought he'd ever see jongin in a skirt.
"why are you showing me this?" joonmyun finally asks, because he's sure chanyeol would've just had jongin twirl around in a circle a few times and snap some pictures for future blackmail.
jongin is silent for a few long moments, and in that time, joonmyun sets his laptop to the side and leans forward to try to peer up at jongin's face (and not his skirt, definitely not his skirt, definitely not how his legs look in that schoolgirl skirt, and oh god, they look fantastic, joonmyun's staring), before he mumbles. "i thought... you'd..."
"you thought i'd what?" joonmyun coaxes lightly, and jongin flits his eyes to look into joonmyun's once before looking back down to the floor.
"ithoughyou'dlikeit," jongin mumbles. "iwantedtoshowyou."
joonmyun blinks a few times, disoriented, before he lets out a loud laugh that has jongin cowering in on himself. "you wanted to show me?" joonmyun asks, and jongin nods shyly. "go on then, show me."
jongin stills for a second, confused as to what to do, before he takes a few steps closer and grabs the edges of his skirt, pulling them up slightly in what joonmyun thinks is the world's most awful curtsey.
"i can't see from that far back," joonmyun whines, and this time, jongin gives him an embarrassed glare before taking a few tiny steps forward until he's in arm's reach of joonmyun. here, up close, joonmyun can lean back and look at jongin to his heart's desire. he looks gorgeous, to say the least, in a white and blue schoolgirl's uniform, or what he thinks is probably a rip off of a uniform, because the shirt is too tight and the skirt is too short (not that joonmyun's complaining), and it hugs jongin's body perfectly. "hmm," joonmyun hums for a bit, as he observes jongin standing in front of him, who looks just a tad bit uncomfortable, "still too far."
he reaches out to grab jongin's wrist, who lets out a loud yelp as he tumbles forward onto joonmyun haphazardly on the bed, and ow, because joonmyun's arm slams into his laptop and jongin's chin lands on his shoulder painfully, but there's also warm legs on the sides of his hips, and he can feel jongin's semi erect cock against his stomach, and that in itself is enough to make joonmyun groan.
"that... was not as coordinated as i expected it to," joonmyun mumbles. he watches as the tension leaves jongin's body with a loud laugh, and joonmyun grins at him, because that's enough to give joonmyun confidence, too. he places his hands on jongin's hips, who squirms as joonmyun sits up, so that jongin is straddling his lap, skirt now lopsided on his hips and splayed out over the top of joonmyun's thighs.
"you're never coordinated," jongin says. "even chanyeol's better than you on some days."
"i don't really want to hear about chanyeol when i've got you like this," joonmyun replies with a small smile, and cards his fingers through jongin's hair. "i still don't think you're close enough, though." jongin wrinkles his nose and calls joonmyun gross, but that doesn't matter, because joonmyun leans forward to capture jongin's lips in a soft kiss that has jongin wrapping his arms around joonmyun's neck and sighing contently into joonmyun's mouth.
joonmyun takes his time remapping and rememorizing everything he loves about kissing jongin. he makes small, breathy noises and presses his chest up against joonmyun's as joonmyun traces his fingers along jongin's hips, getting dangerously close to the hem of jongin's skirt. jongin bites down on joonmyun's lower lip and tugs, earning a deep groan from joonmyun, and he retaliates by grabbing a handful of jongin's ass and squeezing, which only makes jongin kiss more reverently, one hand dragging down joonmyun's chest to pull his shirt out of his pants and run his hands up the smooth skin of joonmyun's stomach.
he flips over the edge of jongin's skirt and drags his hands up jongin's thighs slowly, before he reaches up and suddenly gasps, pulling back to look jongin in the eye. "jongin, you're--?"
"shut up," jongin snaps, eyes squeezed shut as he digs his head into joonmyun's shoulder.
"was that also a part of the dare?" joonmyun asks, and jongin shakes his head shyly.
"i thought you'd... like it..."
"fuck," joonmyun hisses, sliding his hand to the top of the outline of jongin's panties, a light peach color, with lace trims on the sides. joonmyun groans before using one arm to grab jongin's face to kiss him more viciously, teeth clashing as he using his other hand to palm jongin's ass harder, and grins when jongin moans into his mouth. "i love it," joonmyun groans, and jongin makes a broken noise of content when joonmyun tilts his head to lick up the slope of jongin's jaw and bite down on his earlobe. "fuck," he pants, "i'm in fucking love, jongin. do you know how perfect you look? so. fucking. good."
he punctuates each syllable with nips to jongin's neck until he's trembling against joonmyun and whining as his hand slips under the cotton fabric of his panties to cup jongin's ass and drag him flush against him.
jongin's painfully hard now, and he mumbles a soft, "fuck me already," into joonmyun's neck before leaning down to suck a dark bruise onto joonmyun's collarbone. joonmyun gasps, and shifts backwards on his bed until he's leaning against the wall and can reach backwards inbetween the wall and the mattress to get the small bottle of lube.
"i want you to prepare yourself," joonmyun whispers hoarsely into jongin's ear, pressing the bottle into jongin's hand as jongin shifts backwards to accommodate. he watches as jongin snaps open the cap and dribbles an excessive amount onto his fingers, and joonmyun leans backwards to pull his shirt over his head. by the time he's taken it off and thrown it to the side, jongin already has one finger thrusting shallowly inside himself. joonmyun stares as jongin's breath hitches and he adds in a second finger.
he looks absolutely sinful like this, back arching, skirt pulled up on his hips, high enough to show the outline of his cock through the panties, and joonmyun reaches out to stroke it slowly. jongin's gasp is more than worth it, and joonmyun pulls down the fabric just low enough to get his hand around jongin's cock and pumping excruciatingly slow, until jongin is trying to thrust up into joonmyun's fist and finger himself faster.
"one more finger," joonmyun says harshly, and jongin complies, then gasps suddenly, going very still, before he moans louder than he ever has before. joonmyun watches his face, flushed dark red and gasping softly, before he shoves up jongin's shirt and pinches his nipples, earning a whine from jongin. "are you ready?" joonmyun asks, because he doesn't think he could possibly wait any longer, and jongin nods before pulling his fingers out of himself. he grabs the discarded lube bottle as joonmyun reaches down to undo his zipper and turns his hips a little to pull down his pants and boxers far enough to pull his cock out. jongin strokes it a few times, covering it with lube, and joonmyun squeezes his eyes a bit at the cold.
but then there are lips covering his, and his eyes snap open to see jongin already lowering himself onto his cock slowly. joonmyun lets out a loud moan, which is swallowed by jongin's lips, because fuck, he's so tight, he feels so fucking good around joonmyun, everything about jongin feels so good, from his nails digging into joonmyun's biceps to his thighs which are sandwiching joonmyun's own, god, he doesn't think he'll ever be able to get enough of jongin.
he laps eagerly at jongin's neck, nips at his lips and his cheeks and his closed eyes and his forehead until there's no part of jongin's face he hasn't kissed yet because jongin is perfect and his, and, fuck, his, and why is jongin laughing at him--
"hyung," jongin says, breathless, "hyung stop it." he punctuates his sentence with a roll of his hips that has joonmyun moaning deliriously.
"sorry," he says, smiling awkwardly. "you're just so..."
"stop," jongin cuts him off, "i don't want to hear another one of your cheesy lines."
"my cheesy lines are great!" joonmyun says, and jongin groans.
"just shut up and let me--" he lifts himself up, then slams himself back down. a high pitched keening noise leaves his lips, and okay, joonmyun thinks, he can do this too. by now, the panties are stretched out around the midsection of jongin's thighs, and if joonmyun pulls on them, he can trap jongin's legs against his torso. he gives an experimental tug, and jongin yelps, hips flush against joonmyun's cock, and joonmyun grins, thrusting up into the tight heat of jongin's ass.
"joonmyun," jongin gasps, "oh god--" joonmyun times his thrusts so that he can get into jongin as deep as possible, and grunts every time, because jesus, jongin is so fucking tight and-- "joonmyun," jongin suddenly whines aloud, "oh god right there," so joonmyun lets go of his panties and grabs jongin's hips firmly before he slams into jongin, fast and unrelenting until jongin is breathlessly moaning joonmyun's name over and over.
he leans forward again to suck jongin's tongue into his mouth and kiss him until his lips are red and bruised and swollen so that jongin will be able to taste him for days, so that joonmyun can engrave himself on jongin's skin and inside jongin, because jongin in his and no one else's. he tugs on jongin's cock and mouths at jongin's cheek when jongin cries out, tells joonmyun something about being close, hyung, i'm so close, i'm gonna--
"come," joonmyun growls into jongin's ear. "come for me, jonginnie."
jongin finally lets out a shallow whimper before he orgasms, come spurting out onto both of their chests, and joonmyun grits his teeth as jongin clenches around him, trying to fuck through the tight heat. it takes a few more thrusts before joonmyun is coming so hard his body shakes and his vision goes dark for a long moment. by the time he can open his eyes, jongin has cleaned them both up and is still on joonmyun's lap, curled up against him with his eyes closed and smiling pleasantly.
joonmyun sighs softly and kisses the top of jongin's head before he nuzzles into his side and falls asleep next to him. his back is going to hurt from the position he's in, but right now he doesn't think he could bring himself to move him or jongin. he can deal with the repercussions in the morning, he thinks. that, and, he makes a mental note to ask jongin about those panties.
suho/kai
2222 words; nc-17
SOOOOOOO this is payback at riha for the chanhan porn she dumped in my tumblr inbox many months ago. revenge porn, we can call it. i... finally fixed up all the typos (there were a lot, including accidentally writing joonmyun as jonghyun at one point orz orz) and added a somewhat more fluid beginning. hope you enjoy!!
(warning for lapslock? and uh, school uniforms and panties. yup.)
it’s monday.
mondays, for joonmyun, are usually the most low winded and restful day of the week. it’s a great contrast to almost every other person alive, but that’s because after a weekend full of performances and rehearsals and fanmeets, monday is the first weekday, which means everyone is trickling back into school and work, except for joonmyun. it means no one goes to a concert on a monday, so exo can relax for a bit.
they’ve had a pretty scheduled day, really. joonmyun had a few hours of vocal practice, and then was ushered off to dance practice for even longer.
now, everyone is relaxing. joonmyun’s going to finally decide between the two shoes he’s been wanting to buy, and then he’ll probably read a few fan messages and take a nap. he can hear some of the other members outside, yelling about something or other joonmyun will probably have to scold them later for.
he knows zitao and kris are out playing basketball together, yixing is composing in his room, and kyungsoo is sleeping. the rest, however, are probably playing video games or talking or busying themselves in one way or another. joonmyun tries to not think about that too hard.
joonmyun’s just about to click confirm purchase when there’s a knock on the door, and he looks up to see jongin stumbling into the room, awkwardly shutting the door behind him and pressing his back up against it and is that a skirt?
“um,” joonmyun says eloquently. “what.”
“what?” jongin snaps, rather defensively, and stares at joonmyun like he’s daring him to say something back. when he doesn’t, jongin’s eyes soften considerably and he sighs.
“so why exactly are you wearing--”
"chanyeol's idea."
"oh." joonmyun considers this, then asks, “so chanyeol just suggested that you wear a school girl’s uniform and you decided to roll with it?”
jongin blushes, a dull red color that feathers over his cheeks and makes joonmyun laugh. "i lost the football bet," he says, "so they made me wear this."
"this," joonmyun breathes, finally getting a good look at jongin. "and where did they get... this?"
jongin shrugs, and the hem of the shirt rides up, exposing the soft expanse of his tummy, and joonmyun gulps. overall, his boyfriend looks... incredible, to put it bluntly. he'd seen the predebut pictures of chanyeol and baekhyun crossdressing, but he'd never thought he'd ever see jongin in a skirt.
"why are you showing me this?" joonmyun finally asks, because he's sure chanyeol would've just had jongin twirl around in a circle a few times and snap some pictures for future blackmail.
jongin is silent for a few long moments, and in that time, joonmyun sets his laptop to the side and leans forward to try to peer up at jongin's face (and not his skirt, definitely not his skirt, definitely not how his legs look in that schoolgirl skirt, and oh god, they look fantastic, joonmyun's staring), before he mumbles. "i thought... you'd..."
"you thought i'd what?" joonmyun coaxes lightly, and jongin flits his eyes to look into joonmyun's once before looking back down to the floor.
"ithoughyou'dlikeit," jongin mumbles. "iwantedtoshowyou."
joonmyun blinks a few times, disoriented, before he lets out a loud laugh that has jongin cowering in on himself. "you wanted to show me?" joonmyun asks, and jongin nods shyly. "go on then, show me."
jongin stills for a second, confused as to what to do, before he takes a few steps closer and grabs the edges of his skirt, pulling them up slightly in what joonmyun thinks is the world's most awful curtsey.
"i can't see from that far back," joonmyun whines, and this time, jongin gives him an embarrassed glare before taking a few tiny steps forward until he's in arm's reach of joonmyun. here, up close, joonmyun can lean back and look at jongin to his heart's desire. he looks gorgeous, to say the least, in a white and blue schoolgirl's uniform, or what he thinks is probably a rip off of a uniform, because the shirt is too tight and the skirt is too short (not that joonmyun's complaining), and it hugs jongin's body perfectly. "hmm," joonmyun hums for a bit, as he observes jongin standing in front of him, who looks just a tad bit uncomfortable, "still too far."
he reaches out to grab jongin's wrist, who lets out a loud yelp as he tumbles forward onto joonmyun haphazardly on the bed, and ow, because joonmyun's arm slams into his laptop and jongin's chin lands on his shoulder painfully, but there's also warm legs on the sides of his hips, and he can feel jongin's semi erect cock against his stomach, and that in itself is enough to make joonmyun groan.
"that... was not as coordinated as i expected it to," joonmyun mumbles. he watches as the tension leaves jongin's body with a loud laugh, and joonmyun grins at him, because that's enough to give joonmyun confidence, too. he places his hands on jongin's hips, who squirms as joonmyun sits up, so that jongin is straddling his lap, skirt now lopsided on his hips and splayed out over the top of joonmyun's thighs.
"you're never coordinated," jongin says. "even chanyeol's better than you on some days."
"i don't really want to hear about chanyeol when i've got you like this," joonmyun replies with a small smile, and cards his fingers through jongin's hair. "i still don't think you're close enough, though." jongin wrinkles his nose and calls joonmyun gross, but that doesn't matter, because joonmyun leans forward to capture jongin's lips in a soft kiss that has jongin wrapping his arms around joonmyun's neck and sighing contently into joonmyun's mouth.
joonmyun takes his time remapping and rememorizing everything he loves about kissing jongin. he makes small, breathy noises and presses his chest up against joonmyun's as joonmyun traces his fingers along jongin's hips, getting dangerously close to the hem of jongin's skirt. jongin bites down on joonmyun's lower lip and tugs, earning a deep groan from joonmyun, and he retaliates by grabbing a handful of jongin's ass and squeezing, which only makes jongin kiss more reverently, one hand dragging down joonmyun's chest to pull his shirt out of his pants and run his hands up the smooth skin of joonmyun's stomach.
he flips over the edge of jongin's skirt and drags his hands up jongin's thighs slowly, before he reaches up and suddenly gasps, pulling back to look jongin in the eye. "jongin, you're--?"
"shut up," jongin snaps, eyes squeezed shut as he digs his head into joonmyun's shoulder.
"was that also a part of the dare?" joonmyun asks, and jongin shakes his head shyly.
"i thought you'd... like it..."
"fuck," joonmyun hisses, sliding his hand to the top of the outline of jongin's panties, a light peach color, with lace trims on the sides. joonmyun groans before using one arm to grab jongin's face to kiss him more viciously, teeth clashing as he using his other hand to palm jongin's ass harder, and grins when jongin moans into his mouth. "i love it," joonmyun groans, and jongin makes a broken noise of content when joonmyun tilts his head to lick up the slope of jongin's jaw and bite down on his earlobe. "fuck," he pants, "i'm in fucking love, jongin. do you know how perfect you look? so. fucking. good."
he punctuates each syllable with nips to jongin's neck until he's trembling against joonmyun and whining as his hand slips under the cotton fabric of his panties to cup jongin's ass and drag him flush against him.
jongin's painfully hard now, and he mumbles a soft, "fuck me already," into joonmyun's neck before leaning down to suck a dark bruise onto joonmyun's collarbone. joonmyun gasps, and shifts backwards on his bed until he's leaning against the wall and can reach backwards inbetween the wall and the mattress to get the small bottle of lube.
"i want you to prepare yourself," joonmyun whispers hoarsely into jongin's ear, pressing the bottle into jongin's hand as jongin shifts backwards to accommodate. he watches as jongin snaps open the cap and dribbles an excessive amount onto his fingers, and joonmyun leans backwards to pull his shirt over his head. by the time he's taken it off and thrown it to the side, jongin already has one finger thrusting shallowly inside himself. joonmyun stares as jongin's breath hitches and he adds in a second finger.
he looks absolutely sinful like this, back arching, skirt pulled up on his hips, high enough to show the outline of his cock through the panties, and joonmyun reaches out to stroke it slowly. jongin's gasp is more than worth it, and joonmyun pulls down the fabric just low enough to get his hand around jongin's cock and pumping excruciatingly slow, until jongin is trying to thrust up into joonmyun's fist and finger himself faster.
"one more finger," joonmyun says harshly, and jongin complies, then gasps suddenly, going very still, before he moans louder than he ever has before. joonmyun watches his face, flushed dark red and gasping softly, before he shoves up jongin's shirt and pinches his nipples, earning a whine from jongin. "are you ready?" joonmyun asks, because he doesn't think he could possibly wait any longer, and jongin nods before pulling his fingers out of himself. he grabs the discarded lube bottle as joonmyun reaches down to undo his zipper and turns his hips a little to pull down his pants and boxers far enough to pull his cock out. jongin strokes it a few times, covering it with lube, and joonmyun squeezes his eyes a bit at the cold.
but then there are lips covering his, and his eyes snap open to see jongin already lowering himself onto his cock slowly. joonmyun lets out a loud moan, which is swallowed by jongin's lips, because fuck, he's so tight, he feels so fucking good around joonmyun, everything about jongin feels so good, from his nails digging into joonmyun's biceps to his thighs which are sandwiching joonmyun's own, god, he doesn't think he'll ever be able to get enough of jongin.
he laps eagerly at jongin's neck, nips at his lips and his cheeks and his closed eyes and his forehead until there's no part of jongin's face he hasn't kissed yet because jongin is perfect and his, and, fuck, his, and why is jongin laughing at him--
"hyung," jongin says, breathless, "hyung stop it." he punctuates his sentence with a roll of his hips that has joonmyun moaning deliriously.
"sorry," he says, smiling awkwardly. "you're just so..."
"stop," jongin cuts him off, "i don't want to hear another one of your cheesy lines."
"my cheesy lines are great!" joonmyun says, and jongin groans.
"just shut up and let me--" he lifts himself up, then slams himself back down. a high pitched keening noise leaves his lips, and okay, joonmyun thinks, he can do this too. by now, the panties are stretched out around the midsection of jongin's thighs, and if joonmyun pulls on them, he can trap jongin's legs against his torso. he gives an experimental tug, and jongin yelps, hips flush against joonmyun's cock, and joonmyun grins, thrusting up into the tight heat of jongin's ass.
"joonmyun," jongin gasps, "oh god--" joonmyun times his thrusts so that he can get into jongin as deep as possible, and grunts every time, because jesus, jongin is so fucking tight and-- "joonmyun," jongin suddenly whines aloud, "oh god right there," so joonmyun lets go of his panties and grabs jongin's hips firmly before he slams into jongin, fast and unrelenting until jongin is breathlessly moaning joonmyun's name over and over.
he leans forward again to suck jongin's tongue into his mouth and kiss him until his lips are red and bruised and swollen so that jongin will be able to taste him for days, so that joonmyun can engrave himself on jongin's skin and inside jongin, because jongin in his and no one else's. he tugs on jongin's cock and mouths at jongin's cheek when jongin cries out, tells joonmyun something about being close, hyung, i'm so close, i'm gonna--
"come," joonmyun growls into jongin's ear. "come for me, jonginnie."
jongin finally lets out a shallow whimper before he orgasms, come spurting out onto both of their chests, and joonmyun grits his teeth as jongin clenches around him, trying to fuck through the tight heat. it takes a few more thrusts before joonmyun is coming so hard his body shakes and his vision goes dark for a long moment. by the time he can open his eyes, jongin has cleaned them both up and is still on joonmyun's lap, curled up against him with his eyes closed and smiling pleasantly.
joonmyun sighs softly and kisses the top of jongin's head before he nuzzles into his side and falls asleep next to him. his back is going to hurt from the position he's in, but right now he doesn't think he could bring himself to move him or jongin. he can deal with the repercussions in the morning, he thinks. that, and, he makes a mental note to ask jongin about those panties.