(2ne1/f.t island) you're too p. r. e. t. t. y.; cl/jonghun
you're too p. r. e. t. t. y. (you're not for me, i'm not for you)
(2ne1/f.t island) 891 wds. r/(light)nc-17; rpf - cl/jonghun
except- well, except he really was kind of very attractive.
s. it happens at inkigayo. and then it happens over and over again.
a/n. lol a little rushed and shitty and hdhgfhg makes it totally obvious that i don't normall write porn, orz; written for the ❝2009 idol crossover (smut) anonymeme❞.
d. i don't know cl, or jonghun, or 2ne1, or f.t island nor am i affiliated with yg ent and/or f&c music. none of what's written here happened. ever.
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I like bad boys, soldier, tight.
The line echoes in her head and CL can barely remember the chain of events that led her to be here in this deserted dressing room with F.T Island's pretty boy guitarist, half-undressed, and sort of, kind of, well, okay, totally straddling him on the couch.
"Chaerin-ah," Jonghun gasps, and damn it if CL isn't totally turned on.
*
It started with just a courtesy call, just artists exchanging CD's. There were formal introductions, and smiles, and it was the first time 2NE1 had met F.T Island.
Jonghun had smiled that pretty boy smile of his and introduced himself as leader, and CL had to stop herself from physically reacting. She thinks about the leaders she know- Teddy-oppa, and Jiyong-oppa, and she thinks it's a joke to even try to compare them to Jonghun, to this pretty boy who hardly seemed like the type who could lead a band, much more keep it together. Lead a flock of brainless girls off a cliff, maybe, CL inwardly snorts.
He had kept smiling at her and CL had realised it was because he was trying to establish some rapport between leaders. She had smiled back, and bowred in respect, humbly accepting any and all compliments he had thrown her way.
Hey Pretty boy; you ain’t got nothing on me,
Is what she would like to think was her lasting impression on him, except- Well, except he really was kind of very attractive.
"See you again soon," he had said, smiling.
"You were totally checking her out," she had heard someone say from inside the dressing room before the door properly shut behind her.
Huh, she'd smirked, mischievous thoughts already beginning to form in her mind..
*
"Hey playboy!" someone is snickering from just outside, rapping on the door. "Van's leaving in 15 minutes!"
She laughs as his pretty boy face contorts into a mini frown.
"Hey playboy," she repeats, her voice husky and low, her mouth hovering just above his lips.
"Yeah, I'll be there soon," Jonghun calls back, not for a moment taking his eyes off of her.
She smiles at him, all teeth, but she holds him down with her hand when he tries to lean in for a kiss.
"Oh come on," he groans. "We need to get this over with. Please."
She laughs, and there's still a small part of her that can't believe she's doing this with him.
"Don't worry, I won't let you miss your ride," she whispers against his ear huskily, her hips grinding against his, letting him feel all her curves.
He leans in closer again, and she turns her head to let him nip at her neck. She lets out a soft moan when he reaches up to cup her breasts, and he lets out a groan when she covers his hands with her own to help him out.
"They say you've had lots of experience with many different girls before," she whispers in his ear.
"Do they?" he answers breathily.
"Playboy," she smirks, and there's that word again.
"Do we have to talk about this now?" he asks, before kissing her full on the lips.
"Huh. I guess not," she answers, her hand snaking down towards his crotch.
And fuck it, she kind of loves the pretty noises he's making now, too, as she wraps her hand around his cock, and slowly starts moving it up and down.
"Chaerin-ah," he moans, and fuck it, the word is getting overused, but even her name sounds pretty coming from his mouth, and damn it, she is so, so, so turned on right now.
Her hand stills, and he looks at her questioningly, desperately. She winks at him as she pushes him down to a lying position, and he smiles at her, anticipating. His hands fly to her waistband, as if to push her pants off, but she stops him with a mischievous grin. His face scrunches up, as if to whine, why are you doing this to me?, but then she winks at him and then slowly takes them off herself.
And then she's lowering herself down to let him enter her, and there's a song in her head (you're too p-r-e-t-t-y), and she's moving to the beat of that song, and she really kind of loves that face he's making, kind of loves that she's the reason for it. After they come (and she makes sure they do it together), she collapses on top of him and for some reason she finds a weird, awkward comfort in his heavy breathing. And then he's slowly pulling her face towards him, and kissing her softly, and for some reason she's starting to get turned on again-
"Jongshinnie, seriously!" There's someone knocking loudly on the door again, and CL swears she wants to throw a chair at someone. "Manager-hyung is starting to get pissed off"
"Ugh," Jonghun groans, and then calls out, "I'll be right out, Hongki-yah!"
CL raises an eyebrow at him even as she sits up, and he just smiles at her, not moving an inch.
"Well?" she laughs.
He sighs and finally sits up, moves her off him and begins picking up discarded clothes. She laughs as he tosses her bra at her, but she just smiles, and it's really a little infuriating, she thinks, how many different smiles he has, but how all them are pretty smiles anyway.
"I'll see you next week," he says, his hand on the door knob.
"Yeah, same time, same place," she answers, grinning at him.
/ fin.
original prompt;
who you want: choi jonghun (f.t island) / lee chaerin (2ne1)
how you want it: hey boy, to the left, to the left; pretty boy who's full of it, move to the left
smut req'd? either way will be fine.