Saturday - for zitaomfg
Title: Saturday
For: zitaomfg
Pairing: Joonmyun/Jongdae
Rating: R
Warnings: genderswitch (ie. exo as girls)
Word count: 1604
Summary: Joonmyun comes over on a Saturday with mushy mac n cheese and they never get to drink the cinder she brings, but that's okay-- there are tastier things.
Jongdae’s Saturday starts when Joonmyun comes over to her dorm with a bottle of sparkling cider and homemade mac n cheese made a bit too mushy and cheesy-kind of like their relationship.
Joonmyun’s always bright smiles and oversized cardigans with her hair in a loose braid, wisps of stray locks framing her face. Jongdae always instinctively tucks those strands behind Joonmyun’s ears and greets her warmly with, “Welcome back,” even though Joonmyun technically has a bigger dorm in the building for seniors.
As for Jongdae, she’s more of the dirtied tees and loose sweatpants type of person, with messy ponytails tied tightly near the top of her head. She’s not sure what Joonmyun sees in her when Joonmyun is the definition of clean cut and womanly beauty. Joonmyun insists that it’s always the things Jongdae can’t see for herself that Joonmyun sees for her. (Like the pale stripe of flat belly that always peeks under her shirt, and the sexual hipbones that peek out from her sweatpants.) It’s all the things that drives Joonmyun crazy and after Jongdae figured that out, she had taken a liking to wearing crop tops inside the dorm and not bothering to tighten her sweatpants just because she knows it’ll make Joonmyun flustered.
“Don’t you know you drive me crazy,” Joonmyun mutters. Jongdae stretches her hands above her head, smiling innocently (but not really) at Joonmyun.
“What do you mean?” Joonmyun pouts and Jongdae peppers Joonmyun’s face with tiny butterfly kisses until Joonmyun is laughing and shooing Jongdae off. Jongdae is in love with how much Joonmyun loves her, and she’s also irrevocably in love with Joonmyun herself.
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They settle themselves on the couch while Joonmyun opens her Tupperware container of food. Jongdae drops her mouth open obediently for Joonmyun to feed her while she tries to find torrents for online movies. It’s like she doesn’t even know how Joonmyun feels about Jongdae’s mouth that would so nice doing other things than sucking on the plastic fork. (With lidded eyes and a half smirk formed on her face.)(Joonmyun is going to stop thinking now.)
Joonmyun is academically smart, but she hasn’t been picking up the hints that Jongdae has been trying to send her. It’s terribad because Jongdae has been wanting to get laid for a while now but Joonmyun doesn’t feel like going past kissing and holding hands. The most frustrating part is that she knows Joonmyun doesn’t have a problem having sex because between the two of them, only Jongdae is a virgin. Honestly, it’s not like Jongdae is too young for it just because she’s a junior; it’s literally one grade difference. And she’s more than a hundred percent sure she needs it because she’s only heard raving reviews about her girlfriend and it’s her right to know just what exactly is the fuss about so she can continue it hoard it all for herself.
A girl has needs, you know?
That’s why Jongdae has a plan and it’s ninety nine percent foolproof because Joonmyun has a thing for ass. Faking a displeased face is easy, and Jongdae tells Joonmyun that she needs to take a shower while they wait for the movie to load. Joonmyun agrees easily, saying that she’ll wash the container out while Jongdae showers. Belatedly, Jongdae wistfully wishes Joonmyun would agree to clean Jongdae out, although she’s pretty sure the outcome would be a dirty mess. (A beautifully dirty mess.)
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Jongdae comes back from her shower smelling like Joonmyun’s lightly scented body wash that smells like vanilla no matter how many times Joonmyun insists is lavender. However, Jongdae takes the time to doll herself up in the most discrete ways possible. She replaces her dirty tee with a slouchy heathered tee that’s much too sheer to leave anything to the imagination. Jongdae’s damp hair soaks through the shirt and Joonmyun has problems forcing her eyes off the obvious darkness where Jongdae’s nipples are supposed to be. Joonmyun definitely doesn’t notice the way Jongdae’s pert nipples harden under Joonmyun’s intense stare when her eyes travel lower to Jongdae’s scantily clad legs.
The only thing that Jongdae has under her shirt is a thin, black thong made of lace and it looks so good framing her hips that Joonmyun just wants to suck Jongdae through the material.
“Jongdae, where are your sweatpants?” Joonmyun’s slightly hysterical because how is she supposed to watch a movie when her eyes won’t leave milky white thighs and her brain won’t think of anything other than sliding her hand between Jongdae’s legs to see just how well her hand would fit between Jongdae’s thigh gap.
“I thought I wouldn’t need it, Joonmyunnie,” Jongdae says with faux innocence. “After all, it’s not that cold when we can cuddle and you can keep me warm in your arms right?”
Joonmyun’s smile turns into a half grimace, when the innocent words she often uses for the Saturday nights in suddenly turn to very naughty thoughts of all the other ways she could keep Jongdae warm. She knows she’s going to regret it so badly, especially when Jongdae straddles one of Joonmyun’s thighs and checks the loading progress on the movie. Jongdae’s heat presses so firmly against Joonmyun’s thigh, she can’t help but rock her legs against Jongdae.
After a beat, Jongdae’s rubbing her crotch subtly against Joonmyun and it’s so obvious Jongdae is aroused even if she doesn’t acknowledge what Joonmyun is doing. Jongdae is wet and Joonmyun’s leg is turning slightly sticky. (God must be incredibly kind to grant her a girlfriend that smells as good as she does, and he must have favorites as well if it turns out he made Jongdae taste as good as she smells.)
“You are God’s greatest creation,” Joonmyun says with a shaky sigh. She’s a little afraid but she thinks she knows where this is going. Jongdae, however, is extremely excited that Joonmyun seems to be on board.
“Nope, I’m probably Hell’s greatest creation. That must be why I’m so hot,” Jongdae says. Jongdae steals a kiss before Joonmyun can spout some bible verses or some shit and she doesn’t really want to be lectured during sex. She raises herself onto her knees, with her chest in direct eyesight to Joonmyun’s face and cards her fingers through Joonmyun’s wavy hair after discarding the hair tie.
“May I?” Joonmyun is so polite, even when her manicured fingers are hovering around Jongdae’s swollen breasts. With a nod of affirmation, Joonmyun grazes her fingers against Joonmyun’s nipples, pressing the nubs down and making swirling motions with her thumbs until Jongdae begins hisses because she’s turned on so very badly.
She leans in sucks on the underside of one of Jongdae’s breasts while her other hand cups the other breast and squeezes with increasing pressure. Joonmyun manages to leave a mark even while Jongdae still has her shirt on and that’s just kind of hot because Jongdae’s always known Joonmyun to be the slightly possessive type. Jongdae thinks she could stare at the wet patch Joonmyun left on her shirt for forever, but then Joonmyun lays her palm firmly against Jongdae’s crotch and she watches Jongdae’s facial expressions go from bliss to annoyance when Joonmyun’s palm doesn’t do anything.
“Unnie, you can’t do this to me.” Jongdae tries to rock her hips back and forth but Joonmyun has a firm grip on her hips and Jongdae is hopelessly wrecked.
“I was hoping you’d finally learn how to say please,” Joonmyun says casually, like this is a fucking lesson and Jongdae really just cannot deal with Joonmyun as an orgasm denier.
Jongdae leans in closer, mewling into Joonmyun’s ear about how much she really needs to come and how Joonmyun’s the only one that can make her come.
Joonmyun’s always had a hard time denying whatever Jongdae’s wanted. She slides her fingers against Jongdae’s folds, nails scratching the material of Jongdae’s thong before she hooks her fingers at the base of the offending piece of fabric and tugs it up until it’s pressing uncomfortably (and so very, very good) into Jongdae. Jongdae has to hold onto Joonmyun’s shoulder to prevent herself from collapsing when Joonmyun’s lips travel down and she sucks a bruising mark at the part where her inner thighs and crotch meet.
“Please stop teasing me,” Jongdae whimpers, tears clinging onto her eyelashes.
Joonmyun tilts her head, feigning confusion. “Where did my baby’s confidence go? Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want your fingers in me, and I-I want you to suck my clit until I come all over your face,” Jongdae says, covering her face with her hands. It’s the reoccurring dream that makes Jongdae wake up with her hand between her thighs, pussy throbbing with want.
“You know I’ll always give you want you want, baby,” Joonmyun coos. And then Joonmyun’s fingers are teasing her entrance before one finger slips in just a little too easy. A second is added soon after, but Jongdae has to still to get used to the feeling. It feels so good with Joonmyun’s fingers rocking into her heat that she has to think of all the assignments she needs to complete in order for her to prevent herself from coming too early. But then Joonmyun decides to ruin it all when she leans in and sucks hard while her fingers press firmly against Jongdae’s g spot-Jongdae didn’t even stand a chance.
Jongdae’s vision temporarily blur in the haze of her orgasm but she sees with startling clarity the sheen of wetness that coast Joonmyun’s face and her swollen, smirking lips.
“Round two?”
dear zitaomfg: I actually was writing your Jongdae/girl!Baekhyun prompt and then whoops this happened, so I hope you will enjoy this.
For: zitaomfg
Pairing: Joonmyun/Jongdae
Rating: R
Warnings: genderswitch (ie. exo as girls)
Word count: 1604
Summary: Joonmyun comes over on a Saturday with mushy mac n cheese and they never get to drink the cinder she brings, but that's okay-- there are tastier things.
Jongdae’s Saturday starts when Joonmyun comes over to her dorm with a bottle of sparkling cider and homemade mac n cheese made a bit too mushy and cheesy-kind of like their relationship.
Joonmyun’s always bright smiles and oversized cardigans with her hair in a loose braid, wisps of stray locks framing her face. Jongdae always instinctively tucks those strands behind Joonmyun’s ears and greets her warmly with, “Welcome back,” even though Joonmyun technically has a bigger dorm in the building for seniors.
As for Jongdae, she’s more of the dirtied tees and loose sweatpants type of person, with messy ponytails tied tightly near the top of her head. She’s not sure what Joonmyun sees in her when Joonmyun is the definition of clean cut and womanly beauty. Joonmyun insists that it’s always the things Jongdae can’t see for herself that Joonmyun sees for her. (Like the pale stripe of flat belly that always peeks under her shirt, and the sexual hipbones that peek out from her sweatpants.) It’s all the things that drives Joonmyun crazy and after Jongdae figured that out, she had taken a liking to wearing crop tops inside the dorm and not bothering to tighten her sweatpants just because she knows it’ll make Joonmyun flustered.
“Don’t you know you drive me crazy,” Joonmyun mutters. Jongdae stretches her hands above her head, smiling innocently (but not really) at Joonmyun.
“What do you mean?” Joonmyun pouts and Jongdae peppers Joonmyun’s face with tiny butterfly kisses until Joonmyun is laughing and shooing Jongdae off. Jongdae is in love with how much Joonmyun loves her, and she’s also irrevocably in love with Joonmyun herself.
-
They settle themselves on the couch while Joonmyun opens her Tupperware container of food. Jongdae drops her mouth open obediently for Joonmyun to feed her while she tries to find torrents for online movies. It’s like she doesn’t even know how Joonmyun feels about Jongdae’s mouth that would so nice doing other things than sucking on the plastic fork. (With lidded eyes and a half smirk formed on her face.)(Joonmyun is going to stop thinking now.)
Joonmyun is academically smart, but she hasn’t been picking up the hints that Jongdae has been trying to send her. It’s terribad because Jongdae has been wanting to get laid for a while now but Joonmyun doesn’t feel like going past kissing and holding hands. The most frustrating part is that she knows Joonmyun doesn’t have a problem having sex because between the two of them, only Jongdae is a virgin. Honestly, it’s not like Jongdae is too young for it just because she’s a junior; it’s literally one grade difference. And she’s more than a hundred percent sure she needs it because she’s only heard raving reviews about her girlfriend and it’s her right to know just what exactly is the fuss about so she can continue it hoard it all for herself.
A girl has needs, you know?
That’s why Jongdae has a plan and it’s ninety nine percent foolproof because Joonmyun has a thing for ass. Faking a displeased face is easy, and Jongdae tells Joonmyun that she needs to take a shower while they wait for the movie to load. Joonmyun agrees easily, saying that she’ll wash the container out while Jongdae showers. Belatedly, Jongdae wistfully wishes Joonmyun would agree to clean Jongdae out, although she’s pretty sure the outcome would be a dirty mess. (A beautifully dirty mess.)
-
Jongdae comes back from her shower smelling like Joonmyun’s lightly scented body wash that smells like vanilla no matter how many times Joonmyun insists is lavender. However, Jongdae takes the time to doll herself up in the most discrete ways possible. She replaces her dirty tee with a slouchy heathered tee that’s much too sheer to leave anything to the imagination. Jongdae’s damp hair soaks through the shirt and Joonmyun has problems forcing her eyes off the obvious darkness where Jongdae’s nipples are supposed to be. Joonmyun definitely doesn’t notice the way Jongdae’s pert nipples harden under Joonmyun’s intense stare when her eyes travel lower to Jongdae’s scantily clad legs.
The only thing that Jongdae has under her shirt is a thin, black thong made of lace and it looks so good framing her hips that Joonmyun just wants to suck Jongdae through the material.
“Jongdae, where are your sweatpants?” Joonmyun’s slightly hysterical because how is she supposed to watch a movie when her eyes won’t leave milky white thighs and her brain won’t think of anything other than sliding her hand between Jongdae’s legs to see just how well her hand would fit between Jongdae’s thigh gap.
“I thought I wouldn’t need it, Joonmyunnie,” Jongdae says with faux innocence. “After all, it’s not that cold when we can cuddle and you can keep me warm in your arms right?”
Joonmyun’s smile turns into a half grimace, when the innocent words she often uses for the Saturday nights in suddenly turn to very naughty thoughts of all the other ways she could keep Jongdae warm. She knows she’s going to regret it so badly, especially when Jongdae straddles one of Joonmyun’s thighs and checks the loading progress on the movie. Jongdae’s heat presses so firmly against Joonmyun’s thigh, she can’t help but rock her legs against Jongdae.
After a beat, Jongdae’s rubbing her crotch subtly against Joonmyun and it’s so obvious Jongdae is aroused even if she doesn’t acknowledge what Joonmyun is doing. Jongdae is wet and Joonmyun’s leg is turning slightly sticky. (God must be incredibly kind to grant her a girlfriend that smells as good as she does, and he must have favorites as well if it turns out he made Jongdae taste as good as she smells.)
“You are God’s greatest creation,” Joonmyun says with a shaky sigh. She’s a little afraid but she thinks she knows where this is going. Jongdae, however, is extremely excited that Joonmyun seems to be on board.
“Nope, I’m probably Hell’s greatest creation. That must be why I’m so hot,” Jongdae says. Jongdae steals a kiss before Joonmyun can spout some bible verses or some shit and she doesn’t really want to be lectured during sex. She raises herself onto her knees, with her chest in direct eyesight to Joonmyun’s face and cards her fingers through Joonmyun’s wavy hair after discarding the hair tie.
“May I?” Joonmyun is so polite, even when her manicured fingers are hovering around Jongdae’s swollen breasts. With a nod of affirmation, Joonmyun grazes her fingers against Joonmyun’s nipples, pressing the nubs down and making swirling motions with her thumbs until Jongdae begins hisses because she’s turned on so very badly.
She leans in sucks on the underside of one of Jongdae’s breasts while her other hand cups the other breast and squeezes with increasing pressure. Joonmyun manages to leave a mark even while Jongdae still has her shirt on and that’s just kind of hot because Jongdae’s always known Joonmyun to be the slightly possessive type. Jongdae thinks she could stare at the wet patch Joonmyun left on her shirt for forever, but then Joonmyun lays her palm firmly against Jongdae’s crotch and she watches Jongdae’s facial expressions go from bliss to annoyance when Joonmyun’s palm doesn’t do anything.
“Unnie, you can’t do this to me.” Jongdae tries to rock her hips back and forth but Joonmyun has a firm grip on her hips and Jongdae is hopelessly wrecked.
“I was hoping you’d finally learn how to say please,” Joonmyun says casually, like this is a fucking lesson and Jongdae really just cannot deal with Joonmyun as an orgasm denier.
Jongdae leans in closer, mewling into Joonmyun’s ear about how much she really needs to come and how Joonmyun’s the only one that can make her come.
Joonmyun’s always had a hard time denying whatever Jongdae’s wanted. She slides her fingers against Jongdae’s folds, nails scratching the material of Jongdae’s thong before she hooks her fingers at the base of the offending piece of fabric and tugs it up until it’s pressing uncomfortably (and so very, very good) into Jongdae. Jongdae has to hold onto Joonmyun’s shoulder to prevent herself from collapsing when Joonmyun’s lips travel down and she sucks a bruising mark at the part where her inner thighs and crotch meet.
“Please stop teasing me,” Jongdae whimpers, tears clinging onto her eyelashes.
Joonmyun tilts her head, feigning confusion. “Where did my baby’s confidence go? Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want your fingers in me, and I-I want you to suck my clit until I come all over your face,” Jongdae says, covering her face with her hands. It’s the reoccurring dream that makes Jongdae wake up with her hand between her thighs, pussy throbbing with want.
“You know I’ll always give you want you want, baby,” Joonmyun coos. And then Joonmyun’s fingers are teasing her entrance before one finger slips in just a little too easy. A second is added soon after, but Jongdae has to still to get used to the feeling. It feels so good with Joonmyun’s fingers rocking into her heat that she has to think of all the assignments she needs to complete in order for her to prevent herself from coming too early. But then Joonmyun decides to ruin it all when she leans in and sucks hard while her fingers press firmly against Jongdae’s g spot-Jongdae didn’t even stand a chance.
Jongdae’s vision temporarily blur in the haze of her orgasm but she sees with startling clarity the sheen of wetness that coast Joonmyun’s face and her swollen, smirking lips.
“Round two?”
dear zitaomfg: I actually was writing your Jongdae/girl!Baekhyun prompt and then whoops this happened, so I hope you will enjoy this.