Undercover Beauty
Pairing: Les!Onho
Rating: PG I guess? nothing really happens lol. My friend Jade tells me this is at the very least PG-13, edging on R
Word Count: 847
Summary: Minjung is a voyeur.
A/N: I hate pants a lot, so I choose to wear sweatpants whenever possible. Inspired by that and my recent slew of lingerie feels.
"Oh Eunsook, no..." Minjung groaned and pulled a plump lip between her teeth. Chewing on it absentmindedly, Minjung continued to watch her neighbor shrug off her clothes one by one.
Eunsook, who was usually only spotted in sweats and a baggy t-shirt when not working - some fancy job in the city that required pantsuits, but Minjung didn't like to pry - was currently shimmying out of double xl sweatpants, the name of her alma mater marching down one richly curved thigh, in the quickly darkening suburban neighborhood with her curtains pulled wide for everyone to see.
Minjung was torn between wanting to tell the older girl she was about to expose herself to the entire street and a strange inability to look away from thick cotton sliding down a creamy leg. Next to go was Eunsook's (overly, in Minjung's opinion) baggy shirt. As she watched Eunsook inch the fabric up over her head, Minjung found she had to swallow to return the moisture to her mouth that had gone instantly, painfully dry at the sight of-
No. There was no way Eunsook was-
But she was. Minjung's eyes roved hungrily over Eunsook's body as she decided they hadn't been playing tricks on her and that Eunsook was most definitely sporting lacy French-looking lingerie under her ratty sweats. Minjung let out a shaky breath at the sight of Eunsook undoing her customary bun, her long caramel tresses slinking down her exposed back like liquid sunlight. Minjung didn't dare look away for more than a second, fearing she would blink and the vision before her would disappear, become a figment of her overactive imagination.
The way the underwear hugged the older girl's frame was absolutely sinful, Minjung decided, thighs clenching absently. She stared intently at the older girl, eyes drifting over the ample swell of Eunsook's breasts, tucked primly into lacy cups that did nothing to stop their slight quaking whenever she moved.
Minjung gulped as her eyes flowed downward, seeing Eunsook's flesh nip in at her delicate waist. She found herself wondering how it would feel to have Eunsook in her arms, to be able to smooth her fingers up the older girl's slightly pudgy tummy, to lave the skin there with gentle swipes of her lips and tongue.
Things were getting out of hand.
Without looking away from the tantalizing sight at her window, Minjung located her phone and dialed a number that would forever be associated with pink and cream lace in her books.
In her window, Eunsook walked over to rummage in her purse on the ground, displaying the most lusciously curved ass Minjung had ever had the pleasure of viewing. The fact that it was covered only by a few thin layers of pink cotton and ivory silk made it all the more lovely in Minjung's humble opinion.
"Hello?" Eunsook's back was still to her, but Minjung would know that voice, smoother than buttermilk and sweeter than honey, anywhere.
"Uhm yeah, Hi. It's Minjung." Minjung cringed at her inability to keep her cool, but was relieved to see that Eunsook didn't turn around. Instead she leaned heavily on the kitchen countertop (Minjung was not thinking of the way her breasts would be threatening to spill out of their cups onto the marble surface) as one foot came up to slide gracefully against the opposite calf idly.
"Oh, Minjung-ah, what's up?" Minjung could see that Eunsook had begun to twirl a strand of hair in her fingers. She swallowed with difficulty and continued.
"Um, I just was calling to tell you that your curtains are open...so...um..."
Eunsook's voice was colored with some emotion when she replied, but she made no move to get up or to draw the blinds.
"Oh are they? God, I'm so embarrassed!" Minjung chuckled.
"Yeah, they are. Well I was just calling to tell you that, so-" Eunsook stopped twirling her hair around a finger.
"Minjung."
"Yea-Yes?" The girl jumped at the change in Eunsook's voice, now measured and level. Eunsook's next move nearly made Minjung drop the phone altogether.
Eunsook turned, resting her elbows on the counter that was now behind her, exposing her lush chest and leaving her hips to jut out audaciously. She locked eyes with Minjung, who was sitting at her window, mouth wide open in shock. The finger that Minjung recognized as the one Eunsook had been twirling her hair around was back. This time Eunsook trailed it lightly down over her body, barely grazing the skin and raising goosebumps in its wake. Minjung found those goosebumps mirrored on her own body, but was still left speechless at the older girl's actions.
Eunsook got up and walked to her window, eyes still boring into Minjungs in a challenge.
"Well, Minjung-ah?" Eunsook's voice was rich with amusement at the shock on the younger girl's face. Minjung didn't know how to respond.
"Uh...?" She was still struggling for some sense of reason to help her understand what was happening.
"Are you coming over or what?" she asked impishly, and yanked the drapes closed.
Rating: PG I guess? nothing really happens lol. My friend Jade tells me this is at the very least PG-13, edging on R
Word Count: 847
Summary: Minjung is a voyeur.
A/N: I hate pants a lot, so I choose to wear sweatpants whenever possible. Inspired by that and my recent slew of lingerie feels.
"Oh Eunsook, no..." Minjung groaned and pulled a plump lip between her teeth. Chewing on it absentmindedly, Minjung continued to watch her neighbor shrug off her clothes one by one.
Eunsook, who was usually only spotted in sweats and a baggy t-shirt when not working - some fancy job in the city that required pantsuits, but Minjung didn't like to pry - was currently shimmying out of double xl sweatpants, the name of her alma mater marching down one richly curved thigh, in the quickly darkening suburban neighborhood with her curtains pulled wide for everyone to see.
Minjung was torn between wanting to tell the older girl she was about to expose herself to the entire street and a strange inability to look away from thick cotton sliding down a creamy leg. Next to go was Eunsook's (overly, in Minjung's opinion) baggy shirt. As she watched Eunsook inch the fabric up over her head, Minjung found she had to swallow to return the moisture to her mouth that had gone instantly, painfully dry at the sight of-
No. There was no way Eunsook was-
But she was. Minjung's eyes roved hungrily over Eunsook's body as she decided they hadn't been playing tricks on her and that Eunsook was most definitely sporting lacy French-looking lingerie under her ratty sweats. Minjung let out a shaky breath at the sight of Eunsook undoing her customary bun, her long caramel tresses slinking down her exposed back like liquid sunlight. Minjung didn't dare look away for more than a second, fearing she would blink and the vision before her would disappear, become a figment of her overactive imagination.
The way the underwear hugged the older girl's frame was absolutely sinful, Minjung decided, thighs clenching absently. She stared intently at the older girl, eyes drifting over the ample swell of Eunsook's breasts, tucked primly into lacy cups that did nothing to stop their slight quaking whenever she moved.
Minjung gulped as her eyes flowed downward, seeing Eunsook's flesh nip in at her delicate waist. She found herself wondering how it would feel to have Eunsook in her arms, to be able to smooth her fingers up the older girl's slightly pudgy tummy, to lave the skin there with gentle swipes of her lips and tongue.
Things were getting out of hand.
Without looking away from the tantalizing sight at her window, Minjung located her phone and dialed a number that would forever be associated with pink and cream lace in her books.
In her window, Eunsook walked over to rummage in her purse on the ground, displaying the most lusciously curved ass Minjung had ever had the pleasure of viewing. The fact that it was covered only by a few thin layers of pink cotton and ivory silk made it all the more lovely in Minjung's humble opinion.
"Hello?" Eunsook's back was still to her, but Minjung would know that voice, smoother than buttermilk and sweeter than honey, anywhere.
"Uhm yeah, Hi. It's Minjung." Minjung cringed at her inability to keep her cool, but was relieved to see that Eunsook didn't turn around. Instead she leaned heavily on the kitchen countertop (Minjung was not thinking of the way her breasts would be threatening to spill out of their cups onto the marble surface) as one foot came up to slide gracefully against the opposite calf idly.
"Oh, Minjung-ah, what's up?" Minjung could see that Eunsook had begun to twirl a strand of hair in her fingers. She swallowed with difficulty and continued.
"Um, I just was calling to tell you that your curtains are open...so...um..."
Eunsook's voice was colored with some emotion when she replied, but she made no move to get up or to draw the blinds.
"Oh are they? God, I'm so embarrassed!" Minjung chuckled.
"Yeah, they are. Well I was just calling to tell you that, so-" Eunsook stopped twirling her hair around a finger.
"Minjung."
"Yea-Yes?" The girl jumped at the change in Eunsook's voice, now measured and level. Eunsook's next move nearly made Minjung drop the phone altogether.
Eunsook turned, resting her elbows on the counter that was now behind her, exposing her lush chest and leaving her hips to jut out audaciously. She locked eyes with Minjung, who was sitting at her window, mouth wide open in shock. The finger that Minjung recognized as the one Eunsook had been twirling her hair around was back. This time Eunsook trailed it lightly down over her body, barely grazing the skin and raising goosebumps in its wake. Minjung found those goosebumps mirrored on her own body, but was still left speechless at the older girl's actions.
Eunsook got up and walked to her window, eyes still boring into Minjungs in a challenge.
"Well, Minjung-ah?" Eunsook's voice was rich with amusement at the shock on the younger girl's face. Minjung didn't know how to respond.
"Uh...?" She was still struggling for some sense of reason to help her understand what was happening.
"Are you coming over or what?" she asked impishly, and yanked the drapes closed.