SH 2014: Calm down, come undone for EVERYONE
For: bulletthestars
From: ANONYMOUS until May 22, 2014
Title: Calm down, come undone
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s)/Focus: Suho/Kris, and one other.
Length: 1773 words
Summary: Kris's pre-match jitters hit like a truck. Joonmyun tries to help ease her nerves.
Warning/s: female!Suho and Kris
Notes: Dearest bulletthestars, you had really lovely prompts and I hope, I really hope, you enjoy this fic! I wish I could expand this universe; this was really fun to write. And to S, thank you so much for everything. I love you two. ♥
"You've got to be kidding me."
Joonmyun furrows her eyebrows, bottom lip jutted as she addresses Kris's slumped form against the lockers. Her ponytail is loose, and her bangs stick to her forehead like she's had her forearms folded in her knees for the longest time, head rested against them. "I can't do this. I just can't," Kris says now, voice barely above a whisper. "I know we've practiced for this for months, but I can't just go out there and play tennis on sacred Wimbledon grounds."
Joonmyun chuckles. "You said the same thing back in the French."
Kris looks up, lips still drawn to a thin line. Her chapstick has worn off; Joonmyun makes a mental note to reapply some later. "Of course, I didn't. I said-"
"That you were so fucking nervous, you'd probably shit in your pants." Joonmyun finishes with a chuckle. "Not the most ladylike thing to say, by the way. But we got to the quarterfinals, right?"
Joonmyun can still remember that French open match in the quarterfinals - they were down by a set, 1-3 in the second set, and Kris had fired a nice, clean forehand passing shot, bypassing Makarova's defenses as she moved to the net. They'd lost the match after a tie-breaker in the third set, with Vesnina aiming a volley between Joonmyun's feet, but it was the best performance they'd ever had in a grandslam. Within the week of their elimination, they'd received invitations to shows, asking them how they felt about almost defeating the second-seed doubles pair in women's tennis. If tennis was to witness an Asian invasion soon. What their secret was, and how Kris managed to pull up his first serve percentage from 52% to 78% in the second set.
Joonmyun cocks her head, then reaches out to pinch Kris's right cheek. "Come on."
Kris slowly unfolds herself, sitting up properly, long legs stretching out. The tips of her rubber shoes brush against Joonmyun's ankle, and Joonmyun chokes halfway through chuckling. "And we nearly made the semis for Australian open," Kris adds, exhaling loudly to punctuate her statement. "I don't know, Joonmyun. It still… feels so surreal that we're here, that we're no longer amateurs? I mean, turning pro is a huge thing. It's a dream come true, and I don't want to screw this up."
Joonmyun walks a few steps closer, close enough that Kris has to look up to meet her in the eye, close enough that she can run her fingers through Kris' tousled hair and brush Kris' bangs to the side. She smiles a little - it hadn't been too long since she has last seen Kris crumble like this, so small and pliant and vulnerable, but the image still tugs too hard at her heartstrings that she feels she might burst every single time.
Kris's tongue darts out, swiping over her lower lip slowly, and she presses her cheek against Joonmyun's thigh. "And they think that, between the two of us, you're the one who's a sobbing mess before matches." Kris chuckles. "If only they knew."
Joonmyun curls her fingers on Kris's nape and pulls her closer, thumb tracing patterns on the junction of the ear and the neck. She looks at Kris - eyes closed, face an interesting shade of pink, beautiful despite the disheveled look. If only they knew.
She's set on prepping Kris up for a nice match until Kris nuzzles her thigh, face drawing so dangerously close to the middle. "Kris, what are you doing?" she asks, and Kris looks up at her as she presses light kisses on her inner thigh through the material of her skirt. Kris doesn't miss a beat, eyes locked on Joonmyun's own as she brushes her lips just a few spaces shy of Joonmyun's crotch. "Remember the rule? No sex before-"
Kris moves closer. "Our match isn't until three in the afternoon. Rain delay - it was announced just a few minutes ago," she says, breath hot against Joonmyun's skin. Joonmyun takes a deep breath, and Kris laughs a little. "We have time."
Joonmyun looks around for an audience before going around, moving to Kris' other side so she's up against the lockers. Kris keeps her eyes trained on Joonmyun, eyes traveling south as Joonmyun backs against the sturdy surface even more. Kris's hands find their way around Joonmyun's hips, slipping just beneath her skirt to tug at her spandex. Kris is two fingers in when she scowls. "This thing's fucking tight."
Joonmyun snorts. "It's called a spandex for a rea-"
Kris slips in three fingers and pulling down the spandex becomes less of a chore. Joonmyun shivers at the sudden loss of warmth, groans when Kris blows hot breath on her crotch. "Commando, really? Did you see this coming?" Kris asks, and Joonmyun dismisses her with a wave of a hand, then cards her fingers through Kris's hair to pull her closer. It only makes matters worse - Kris hits the bullseye, lips warm and wet against the flesh just above Joonmyun's clit.
"I'm always prepared," Joonmyun retorts, voice shaky. Kris looks up at her one last time, then flicks Joonmyun's skirt above her head, dipping inside as she presses her lips on the hood of the clit. Joonmyun's moan is long, drawn out. She presses one hand against the locker hard.
Kris pulls back briefly, wetting her lips before leaning in to nip on Joonmyun's clit, gently at first, lips almost slipping off of Joonmyun's skin when Kris draws out a suck. Joonmyun can feel her thighs trembling at the warmth, can feel something lodged in her throat as Kris licks a stripe along the side of her cunt, and then the other, teasing and teasing until Kris's tongue comes too close to the sensitive skin that Joonmyun bucks her hips on instinct.
Kris's chuckle is muffled in Joonmyun's skin. The vibrations send a tingling sensation down to her toes, making her abdomen coil so hard.
Kris is more patient than the usual, and where Kris lacks in aggression Joonmyun makes up for it, grinding her hips against Kris that Kris snakes a hand up Joonmyun's ass, slapping it lightly. "None of that," Kris mumbles, then dips her tongue in her cunt, lingering on the base before moving up, then down, then up again. Kris sucks on her clit some more, harder this time, and Joonmyun's thighs clamp around Kris's head so hard. She whispers an apology, and Kris hums, the light movement of her lips blunt on the exposed skin of her cunt drawing out a high-pitched gasp from Joonmyun.
Joonmyun's grip on Kris's hair tightens, but then she's long lost the feeling in her hands. Kris is looking up at her, searching for her eyes through the ruffles of the hem of her skirt, and Joonmyun eases her grip, withdrawing her hands to she can pull back her skirt.
"Enjoying the view?" she asks. Kris pulls away briefly and Joonmyun tries hard not to groan at the sudden loss of warmth, but then Kris leans back in without preamble and sucks hard on her clit before licking her cunt a second time, a third, a fourth - Joonmyun stops counting when Kris tilts her head, lips massaging the sore skin again and again. She can feel herself almost teetering off the edge, and beyond the door there's the sound of footsteps growing louder, clearer.
"Make it quick," she whispers. Kris complies, dipping in a finger, coating it with Joonmyun's own cum, and Joonmyun throws her head back against the lockers so hard when Kris runs her finger along the rim of Joonmyun's ass, slowly thrusting inside at the same time that Kris draws another suck on Joonmyun's clit. Kris moves at a punishingly slow pace, each thrust languid, and Joonmyun doesn't know where to focus anymore - Kris eating her out, Kris's lips hot and wet on his skin, or the finger probing her ass, moving inside like the muscle clenching around it isn't an obstacle at all.
Joonmyun comes with a throaty cry, and she tucks her chin as she tries to catch her breath. Kris hasn't stopped licking her clean, only surfaces when Joonmyun kicks her lightly and mumbles, "We've got a match." Kris pulls away and gets back on her feet, then leans forward to press her lips on Joonmyun's, mouths sliding inelegantly as Kris slips a leg between Joonmyun's own.
"I heard they were re-scheduling all matches, pushing them back by a day," Kris says. She licks the underside of Joonmyun's jaw, and Joonmyun slaps her hard on the ass. "I was just hoping we could make the most out of that break, that's all."
Joonmyun can still feel her cunt throbbing between her legs. Her spandex looks like trash on the tiled floor, and Kris's grin is a force reeling Joonmyun back in, down on her knees. "Ten minutes, tops," she whispers, and she pushes Kris down on the bench, palms flat on Kris's shoulders when the door cracks open.
"There's been a change of- Whoa."
Nico stops midway through her tracks, and her face flushes a bright shade of red when Joonmyun looks at her and Kris looks over her shoulder. "Plans, we know," Kris continues. She licks her bottom lip, eyes traveling from Nico's eyes to the tip of her nose, then down to her lips. "We're trying to work out a new schedule-" Kris's breath hitches when Joonmyun rubs her knee against Kris's crotch. "-to make the most out of this day."
"We're open to suggestions," Joonmyun finishes. She smiles, eyes bright, crinkling at the corners.
Nico gulps hard.
☂
Kris locks her arms behind her back and throws her head back, chest popping out as she puts everything on display. Nico has finally roused from her dazed state, combing her hair with her fingers and checking her reflection on the mirror to see if anything's out of place - she flattens her shirt, pulls down her skirt, grabs the forgotten spandex on the floor and stuffs it in her tennis bag. "Wanna grab something to eat?" Joonmyun calls out once she's done arranging her things, and a soft, easy smile surfaces of Kris's lips as she nods.
Joonmyun leans in briefly before they head out, then reaches up to apply lipbalm on Kris's lips. "Better," she says, grinning, and turns on her heel even before Kris can see the silly smile on her lips.
Note: The Nico in this fic is Nico Rosberg, a German Formula One driver. And yes, he's also a girl in this fic. :)
From: ANONYMOUS until May 22, 2014
Title: Calm down, come undone
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s)/Focus: Suho/Kris, and one other.
Length: 1773 words
Summary: Kris's pre-match jitters hit like a truck. Joonmyun tries to help ease her nerves.
Warning/s: female!Suho and Kris
Notes: Dearest bulletthestars, you had really lovely prompts and I hope, I really hope, you enjoy this fic! I wish I could expand this universe; this was really fun to write. And to S, thank you so much for everything. I love you two. ♥
"You've got to be kidding me."
Joonmyun furrows her eyebrows, bottom lip jutted as she addresses Kris's slumped form against the lockers. Her ponytail is loose, and her bangs stick to her forehead like she's had her forearms folded in her knees for the longest time, head rested against them. "I can't do this. I just can't," Kris says now, voice barely above a whisper. "I know we've practiced for this for months, but I can't just go out there and play tennis on sacred Wimbledon grounds."
Joonmyun chuckles. "You said the same thing back in the French."
Kris looks up, lips still drawn to a thin line. Her chapstick has worn off; Joonmyun makes a mental note to reapply some later. "Of course, I didn't. I said-"
"That you were so fucking nervous, you'd probably shit in your pants." Joonmyun finishes with a chuckle. "Not the most ladylike thing to say, by the way. But we got to the quarterfinals, right?"
Joonmyun can still remember that French open match in the quarterfinals - they were down by a set, 1-3 in the second set, and Kris had fired a nice, clean forehand passing shot, bypassing Makarova's defenses as she moved to the net. They'd lost the match after a tie-breaker in the third set, with Vesnina aiming a volley between Joonmyun's feet, but it was the best performance they'd ever had in a grandslam. Within the week of their elimination, they'd received invitations to shows, asking them how they felt about almost defeating the second-seed doubles pair in women's tennis. If tennis was to witness an Asian invasion soon. What their secret was, and how Kris managed to pull up his first serve percentage from 52% to 78% in the second set.
Joonmyun cocks her head, then reaches out to pinch Kris's right cheek. "Come on."
Kris slowly unfolds herself, sitting up properly, long legs stretching out. The tips of her rubber shoes brush against Joonmyun's ankle, and Joonmyun chokes halfway through chuckling. "And we nearly made the semis for Australian open," Kris adds, exhaling loudly to punctuate her statement. "I don't know, Joonmyun. It still… feels so surreal that we're here, that we're no longer amateurs? I mean, turning pro is a huge thing. It's a dream come true, and I don't want to screw this up."
Joonmyun walks a few steps closer, close enough that Kris has to look up to meet her in the eye, close enough that she can run her fingers through Kris' tousled hair and brush Kris' bangs to the side. She smiles a little - it hadn't been too long since she has last seen Kris crumble like this, so small and pliant and vulnerable, but the image still tugs too hard at her heartstrings that she feels she might burst every single time.
Kris's tongue darts out, swiping over her lower lip slowly, and she presses her cheek against Joonmyun's thigh. "And they think that, between the two of us, you're the one who's a sobbing mess before matches." Kris chuckles. "If only they knew."
Joonmyun curls her fingers on Kris's nape and pulls her closer, thumb tracing patterns on the junction of the ear and the neck. She looks at Kris - eyes closed, face an interesting shade of pink, beautiful despite the disheveled look. If only they knew.
She's set on prepping Kris up for a nice match until Kris nuzzles her thigh, face drawing so dangerously close to the middle. "Kris, what are you doing?" she asks, and Kris looks up at her as she presses light kisses on her inner thigh through the material of her skirt. Kris doesn't miss a beat, eyes locked on Joonmyun's own as she brushes her lips just a few spaces shy of Joonmyun's crotch. "Remember the rule? No sex before-"
Kris moves closer. "Our match isn't until three in the afternoon. Rain delay - it was announced just a few minutes ago," she says, breath hot against Joonmyun's skin. Joonmyun takes a deep breath, and Kris laughs a little. "We have time."
Joonmyun looks around for an audience before going around, moving to Kris' other side so she's up against the lockers. Kris keeps her eyes trained on Joonmyun, eyes traveling south as Joonmyun backs against the sturdy surface even more. Kris's hands find their way around Joonmyun's hips, slipping just beneath her skirt to tug at her spandex. Kris is two fingers in when she scowls. "This thing's fucking tight."
Joonmyun snorts. "It's called a spandex for a rea-"
Kris slips in three fingers and pulling down the spandex becomes less of a chore. Joonmyun shivers at the sudden loss of warmth, groans when Kris blows hot breath on her crotch. "Commando, really? Did you see this coming?" Kris asks, and Joonmyun dismisses her with a wave of a hand, then cards her fingers through Kris's hair to pull her closer. It only makes matters worse - Kris hits the bullseye, lips warm and wet against the flesh just above Joonmyun's clit.
"I'm always prepared," Joonmyun retorts, voice shaky. Kris looks up at her one last time, then flicks Joonmyun's skirt above her head, dipping inside as she presses her lips on the hood of the clit. Joonmyun's moan is long, drawn out. She presses one hand against the locker hard.
Kris pulls back briefly, wetting her lips before leaning in to nip on Joonmyun's clit, gently at first, lips almost slipping off of Joonmyun's skin when Kris draws out a suck. Joonmyun can feel her thighs trembling at the warmth, can feel something lodged in her throat as Kris licks a stripe along the side of her cunt, and then the other, teasing and teasing until Kris's tongue comes too close to the sensitive skin that Joonmyun bucks her hips on instinct.
Kris's chuckle is muffled in Joonmyun's skin. The vibrations send a tingling sensation down to her toes, making her abdomen coil so hard.
Kris is more patient than the usual, and where Kris lacks in aggression Joonmyun makes up for it, grinding her hips against Kris that Kris snakes a hand up Joonmyun's ass, slapping it lightly. "None of that," Kris mumbles, then dips her tongue in her cunt, lingering on the base before moving up, then down, then up again. Kris sucks on her clit some more, harder this time, and Joonmyun's thighs clamp around Kris's head so hard. She whispers an apology, and Kris hums, the light movement of her lips blunt on the exposed skin of her cunt drawing out a high-pitched gasp from Joonmyun.
Joonmyun's grip on Kris's hair tightens, but then she's long lost the feeling in her hands. Kris is looking up at her, searching for her eyes through the ruffles of the hem of her skirt, and Joonmyun eases her grip, withdrawing her hands to she can pull back her skirt.
"Enjoying the view?" she asks. Kris pulls away briefly and Joonmyun tries hard not to groan at the sudden loss of warmth, but then Kris leans back in without preamble and sucks hard on her clit before licking her cunt a second time, a third, a fourth - Joonmyun stops counting when Kris tilts her head, lips massaging the sore skin again and again. She can feel herself almost teetering off the edge, and beyond the door there's the sound of footsteps growing louder, clearer.
"Make it quick," she whispers. Kris complies, dipping in a finger, coating it with Joonmyun's own cum, and Joonmyun throws her head back against the lockers so hard when Kris runs her finger along the rim of Joonmyun's ass, slowly thrusting inside at the same time that Kris draws another suck on Joonmyun's clit. Kris moves at a punishingly slow pace, each thrust languid, and Joonmyun doesn't know where to focus anymore - Kris eating her out, Kris's lips hot and wet on his skin, or the finger probing her ass, moving inside like the muscle clenching around it isn't an obstacle at all.
Joonmyun comes with a throaty cry, and she tucks her chin as she tries to catch her breath. Kris hasn't stopped licking her clean, only surfaces when Joonmyun kicks her lightly and mumbles, "We've got a match." Kris pulls away and gets back on her feet, then leans forward to press her lips on Joonmyun's, mouths sliding inelegantly as Kris slips a leg between Joonmyun's own.
"I heard they were re-scheduling all matches, pushing them back by a day," Kris says. She licks the underside of Joonmyun's jaw, and Joonmyun slaps her hard on the ass. "I was just hoping we could make the most out of that break, that's all."
Joonmyun can still feel her cunt throbbing between her legs. Her spandex looks like trash on the tiled floor, and Kris's grin is a force reeling Joonmyun back in, down on her knees. "Ten minutes, tops," she whispers, and she pushes Kris down on the bench, palms flat on Kris's shoulders when the door cracks open.
"There's been a change of- Whoa."
Nico stops midway through her tracks, and her face flushes a bright shade of red when Joonmyun looks at her and Kris looks over her shoulder. "Plans, we know," Kris continues. She licks her bottom lip, eyes traveling from Nico's eyes to the tip of her nose, then down to her lips. "We're trying to work out a new schedule-" Kris's breath hitches when Joonmyun rubs her knee against Kris's crotch. "-to make the most out of this day."
"We're open to suggestions," Joonmyun finishes. She smiles, eyes bright, crinkling at the corners.
Nico gulps hard.
☂
Kris locks her arms behind her back and throws her head back, chest popping out as she puts everything on display. Nico has finally roused from her dazed state, combing her hair with her fingers and checking her reflection on the mirror to see if anything's out of place - she flattens her shirt, pulls down her skirt, grabs the forgotten spandex on the floor and stuffs it in her tennis bag. "Wanna grab something to eat?" Joonmyun calls out once she's done arranging her things, and a soft, easy smile surfaces of Kris's lips as she nods.
Joonmyun leans in briefly before they head out, then reaches up to apply lipbalm on Kris's lips. "Better," she says, grinning, and turns on her heel even before Kris can see the silly smile on her lips.
Note: The Nico in this fic is Nico Rosberg, a German Formula One driver. And yes, he's also a girl in this fic. :)