Feisty Feline
Title: Feisty Feline
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kai/girl!Tao
Summary: Jongin jacks off to the sight of his neighbor bathing every night.
notes: hi
feisty feline;
Jongin, like other college-age, lonely dudes living in the U-district, has a hobby.
Granted, it’s not playing video games (which he does), or shooting hoops with friends (that’s on the weekends), and it’s definitely not doing extra studying (no thanks).
No, Jongin’s little habit happens every night at around eight p.m., and it’s the direct result of his neighbor across the street, in the building opposite of his. On the same level, same room, in the opposite building, is the most stunning girl Jongin has seen.
He thinks.
One hundred feet between them is enough to determine her hotness, right?
Besides, it’s not like Jongin is going to complain when his hormone-crazy body (it never stops, honestly, no matter how far behind puberty is) can’t help but tune into this girl’s bath time. He never sees the actual bath time itself-- he just knows that at eight o’clock sharp, every fuckin night, the bathroom light turns on and her head pops into view. She’s bleach blonde, and she usually has the pixie cut clipped back or up in a cute little samurai knot, and Jongin can tell from this far that she has striking features (whether good or bad ‘striking’ is yet to be determined). Jongin can see her undressing, although the window’s shape and size only lets him see just barely past her shoulders… and he sees her coming out of the bath tub, towel flinging and swinging as she works to dry off her undoubtedly soft, supple body.
Fantasizing actively about what kind of body this girl has (curvy? thin? good god, anything, the way she gets in and out of that bath enough to drive him nuts) only does so much, as Jongin casually watches from his seat on the couch, which is precariously set next to his own living room window where he’s got the perfect view across the way.
Tonight, the clock strikes eight and he glances towards her building. There her head pops up, and he sees her rubbing some sort of lotion on her face. A mask, maybe? Damn, he wishes he could afford a pair of binoculars. Dollar store ones wouldn’t be enough and there’s no way he’d drop more than a five-er on a decent pair. He likes his imagination, anyway.
The way her hands smooth the lotion over his face makes him lick his lips, imagining her hands over the rest of her body…
But then her head is disappearing and he knows she’s sinking into the bath, there’s probably bubbles, and he himself sinks back into the couch, grumbling a little. Chewing his lower lip, he has fifteen minutes before her head shows up in the window again, and then her apartment goes dark. A night of an extreme video game binge let him know a few weeks ago that she wakes up every day at around four a.m., so he understands why she goes to bed so early-- besides, at this time he’s content from eating some sort of food, and not yet ready to dive into his homework so really, she’s the perfect relaxant.
Jongin lets his hand slip down his stomach, and he doesn’t even make fancy work of slipping his fingers past the waistband of his sweats, taking his half-hard cock in his hands. He’s fantasized so many times about being in the bath with the beauty, water sloshing, their lips colliding and knees slipping over the ceramic. It only takes a few strokes before his cock is fully hard, and he swipes his thumb over the tip, feeling the precum dribbling slowly but surely. Closing his eyes, he feels heat spread throughout his limbs and settle low in his gut, a soft groan leaving his lungs.
Today hadn’t been particularly long, but he’d found himself particularly bereft of a bleach blonde girl across the way. He craves it, and she’s so into routine that she’s got him into a routine even though sometimes he can’t even get up on time for class. He sucks in a breath through his nose, lets it out through his teeth, and then shifts his hips into his hand. His free hand moves to grab his sweats, pulling them halfway down his thighs along with his boxers, exposing his goods to the cool air. Shuddering, cock twitching at the change in air temperature, he starts fondling himself, squeezing and caressing his balls as his other hand slowly jerks his dick, watching the skin shift over the shaft, the veins unmoving.
Even though his eyes are trained on how he’s touching himself, his mind is going crazy, rapidfire visions of the girl. What color are her eyes? What race is she? Anyone and everyone dyes their hair nowadays. Tits? Butt? Both? Neither? He personally is an ass man, and fulfills that want with an image of her that sort of resembles Nicki Minaj’s body type -- tiny top, huuuuge bottom. But then he starts to imagine Nicki and he frowns, shaking his head, losing momentum.
Proportionate? Sure. Pert breasts and a cute little bubble butt. He can work with that. Oh, and thighs. Thick thighs with no space in between them so he can suffocate a little when he eats her out.
“Oooh, fuck,” he lets slip out, and he’s so fucking thankful that he lives alone.
He’s about to reach climax thinking about her soaking wet and kneeling between his knees, her lips (lipstick? maybe a little, just so he can smear it over her cheek and chin with his thumb) hovering over the head of his dick-- when there’s an incessant pounding on his dorm door.
Cussing and shooting upright, Jongin starts patting around, turning down the tv a bit and standing, stubbing his toe on the coffee table and cursing more, as he pulls his sweats up over his hips and tries to push down his erection. Thankfully his shirt is big, and he runs a hand through his hair to try and make it look less… well, he doesn’t know what it looks like, but whatever. He knows his cheeks are flushed and it’s totally obvious what he’s doing but he figures it’s probably one of his buddies coming by to bother him for something.
When Jongin opens the door, he wishes himself dead on the spot.
He recognizes her for her bleach blonde hair pulled up into a samurai knot, and the face mask (he was right, and it is green) smeared over her face everywhere save for her pretty, cat-like eyes and her gorgeous, cat-like mouth.
Fuckin Chinese feline.
(Yes. Good striking.)
He’s pretty sure he just swallowed his adam’s apple.
“Hey,” she huffs a little, a delicate brow arched, as she folds her arms over her chest. It’s a warm spring evening and she’s wearing a silk leopard print robe tied tight around her hourglass figure and oh god his knees are going weak knowing that she walked across the street and into his dorm building full of dudes just to come see him--
He grips the door knob with the strength of a thousand orks. “Hi.” His voice cracks.
Rolling her eyes, she reaches out and punches him in the shoulder-- hard. “You think I don’t notice you watching me through my tiny bathroom window?”
“Fuck--” Fuck fuck fuck. Yeah, honestly, he thought she didn’t notice but that’s his luck. Lord please take pity on his soul and cast him into Hell right now. He shakes his head. Play cool. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His voice sounds slightly panicked.
She gives him a dull look, hip cocking out a little bit as she strikes a sassy pose, clearly not believing him. “You fucking do. I will punch you again.”
Ok, now that she mentions it, his shoulder is throbbing pretty painfully right about now. Wincing, he shakes his head. “No thank you.”
Eyeing him cautiously for a moment, she speaks up, voice a bit dubious. “What’s so sexy about watching a floating head?” She sounds genuinely curious.
Shrugging, he rubs the back of his neck. Fuck, he’s uncomfortable and his dick is trying to blast out of his pants and into her robe. “Uh… it’s more about what I can’t watch. Y’know.”
Clearly she doesn’t, but neither of them say that.
Silence stretches on for a good minute, Jongin is sure of it, before she huffs a little. She reaches for her robe, untying it, and then grabs either lapel, opening it up and showing him her naked body boldly. She’s fit. Perky tits, maybe a B-cup, a barely-there six pack carved into her flat tummy, hip bones that look like illegal assault weapons, and thighs that not only look like they could suffocate Jongin’s head but also snap it right off his shoulders.
He falls to his knees, letting out a pained groan and wrapping his arms around his stomach as arousal shoots so fast through him he nearly cums. “God--”
“My name is Zitao,” she says, closing her robe and turning her nose up at him, sniffing derisively. “And that is what I look like.” She ties her robe, then reaches out to pat his head condescendingly, like he’s some sort of dog. “Good night, pervo~”
Jongin watches her go down the hallway and disappear into the elevator.
He loves watching her leave.
He finishes falling to the ground, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling, sprawled out, his dick tenting his sweatpants.
“I gotta get some binoculars.”
Because maybe if he amplifies his perv-ing effort, she’ll stop by again.
Maybe.
“Zitao…” he murmurs under his breath, a bit dreamily. “Feisty feline.”
Not a bad way to find out about her, after all.
Even if he’s pretty sure he just had an out of body experience and he still hasn’t come.
Hobby time just got a lot more interesting.
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kai/girl!Tao
Summary: Jongin jacks off to the sight of his neighbor bathing every night.
notes: hi
feisty feline;
Jongin, like other college-age, lonely dudes living in the U-district, has a hobby.
Granted, it’s not playing video games (which he does), or shooting hoops with friends (that’s on the weekends), and it’s definitely not doing extra studying (no thanks).
No, Jongin’s little habit happens every night at around eight p.m., and it’s the direct result of his neighbor across the street, in the building opposite of his. On the same level, same room, in the opposite building, is the most stunning girl Jongin has seen.
He thinks.
One hundred feet between them is enough to determine her hotness, right?
Besides, it’s not like Jongin is going to complain when his hormone-crazy body (it never stops, honestly, no matter how far behind puberty is) can’t help but tune into this girl’s bath time. He never sees the actual bath time itself-- he just knows that at eight o’clock sharp, every fuckin night, the bathroom light turns on and her head pops into view. She’s bleach blonde, and she usually has the pixie cut clipped back or up in a cute little samurai knot, and Jongin can tell from this far that she has striking features (whether good or bad ‘striking’ is yet to be determined). Jongin can see her undressing, although the window’s shape and size only lets him see just barely past her shoulders… and he sees her coming out of the bath tub, towel flinging and swinging as she works to dry off her undoubtedly soft, supple body.
Fantasizing actively about what kind of body this girl has (curvy? thin? good god, anything, the way she gets in and out of that bath enough to drive him nuts) only does so much, as Jongin casually watches from his seat on the couch, which is precariously set next to his own living room window where he’s got the perfect view across the way.
Tonight, the clock strikes eight and he glances towards her building. There her head pops up, and he sees her rubbing some sort of lotion on her face. A mask, maybe? Damn, he wishes he could afford a pair of binoculars. Dollar store ones wouldn’t be enough and there’s no way he’d drop more than a five-er on a decent pair. He likes his imagination, anyway.
The way her hands smooth the lotion over his face makes him lick his lips, imagining her hands over the rest of her body…
But then her head is disappearing and he knows she’s sinking into the bath, there’s probably bubbles, and he himself sinks back into the couch, grumbling a little. Chewing his lower lip, he has fifteen minutes before her head shows up in the window again, and then her apartment goes dark. A night of an extreme video game binge let him know a few weeks ago that she wakes up every day at around four a.m., so he understands why she goes to bed so early-- besides, at this time he’s content from eating some sort of food, and not yet ready to dive into his homework so really, she’s the perfect relaxant.
Jongin lets his hand slip down his stomach, and he doesn’t even make fancy work of slipping his fingers past the waistband of his sweats, taking his half-hard cock in his hands. He’s fantasized so many times about being in the bath with the beauty, water sloshing, their lips colliding and knees slipping over the ceramic. It only takes a few strokes before his cock is fully hard, and he swipes his thumb over the tip, feeling the precum dribbling slowly but surely. Closing his eyes, he feels heat spread throughout his limbs and settle low in his gut, a soft groan leaving his lungs.
Today hadn’t been particularly long, but he’d found himself particularly bereft of a bleach blonde girl across the way. He craves it, and she’s so into routine that she’s got him into a routine even though sometimes he can’t even get up on time for class. He sucks in a breath through his nose, lets it out through his teeth, and then shifts his hips into his hand. His free hand moves to grab his sweats, pulling them halfway down his thighs along with his boxers, exposing his goods to the cool air. Shuddering, cock twitching at the change in air temperature, he starts fondling himself, squeezing and caressing his balls as his other hand slowly jerks his dick, watching the skin shift over the shaft, the veins unmoving.
Even though his eyes are trained on how he’s touching himself, his mind is going crazy, rapidfire visions of the girl. What color are her eyes? What race is she? Anyone and everyone dyes their hair nowadays. Tits? Butt? Both? Neither? He personally is an ass man, and fulfills that want with an image of her that sort of resembles Nicki Minaj’s body type -- tiny top, huuuuge bottom. But then he starts to imagine Nicki and he frowns, shaking his head, losing momentum.
Proportionate? Sure. Pert breasts and a cute little bubble butt. He can work with that. Oh, and thighs. Thick thighs with no space in between them so he can suffocate a little when he eats her out.
“Oooh, fuck,” he lets slip out, and he’s so fucking thankful that he lives alone.
He’s about to reach climax thinking about her soaking wet and kneeling between his knees, her lips (lipstick? maybe a little, just so he can smear it over her cheek and chin with his thumb) hovering over the head of his dick-- when there’s an incessant pounding on his dorm door.
Cussing and shooting upright, Jongin starts patting around, turning down the tv a bit and standing, stubbing his toe on the coffee table and cursing more, as he pulls his sweats up over his hips and tries to push down his erection. Thankfully his shirt is big, and he runs a hand through his hair to try and make it look less… well, he doesn’t know what it looks like, but whatever. He knows his cheeks are flushed and it’s totally obvious what he’s doing but he figures it’s probably one of his buddies coming by to bother him for something.
When Jongin opens the door, he wishes himself dead on the spot.
He recognizes her for her bleach blonde hair pulled up into a samurai knot, and the face mask (he was right, and it is green) smeared over her face everywhere save for her pretty, cat-like eyes and her gorgeous, cat-like mouth.
Fuckin Chinese feline.
(Yes. Good striking.)
He’s pretty sure he just swallowed his adam’s apple.
“Hey,” she huffs a little, a delicate brow arched, as she folds her arms over her chest. It’s a warm spring evening and she’s wearing a silk leopard print robe tied tight around her hourglass figure and oh god his knees are going weak knowing that she walked across the street and into his dorm building full of dudes just to come see him--
He grips the door knob with the strength of a thousand orks. “Hi.” His voice cracks.
Rolling her eyes, she reaches out and punches him in the shoulder-- hard. “You think I don’t notice you watching me through my tiny bathroom window?”
“Fuck--” Fuck fuck fuck. Yeah, honestly, he thought she didn’t notice but that’s his luck. Lord please take pity on his soul and cast him into Hell right now. He shakes his head. Play cool. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His voice sounds slightly panicked.
She gives him a dull look, hip cocking out a little bit as she strikes a sassy pose, clearly not believing him. “You fucking do. I will punch you again.”
Ok, now that she mentions it, his shoulder is throbbing pretty painfully right about now. Wincing, he shakes his head. “No thank you.”
Eyeing him cautiously for a moment, she speaks up, voice a bit dubious. “What’s so sexy about watching a floating head?” She sounds genuinely curious.
Shrugging, he rubs the back of his neck. Fuck, he’s uncomfortable and his dick is trying to blast out of his pants and into her robe. “Uh… it’s more about what I can’t watch. Y’know.”
Clearly she doesn’t, but neither of them say that.
Silence stretches on for a good minute, Jongin is sure of it, before she huffs a little. She reaches for her robe, untying it, and then grabs either lapel, opening it up and showing him her naked body boldly. She’s fit. Perky tits, maybe a B-cup, a barely-there six pack carved into her flat tummy, hip bones that look like illegal assault weapons, and thighs that not only look like they could suffocate Jongin’s head but also snap it right off his shoulders.
He falls to his knees, letting out a pained groan and wrapping his arms around his stomach as arousal shoots so fast through him he nearly cums. “God--”
“My name is Zitao,” she says, closing her robe and turning her nose up at him, sniffing derisively. “And that is what I look like.” She ties her robe, then reaches out to pat his head condescendingly, like he’s some sort of dog. “Good night, pervo~”
Jongin watches her go down the hallway and disappear into the elevator.
He loves watching her leave.
He finishes falling to the ground, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling, sprawled out, his dick tenting his sweatpants.
“I gotta get some binoculars.”
Because maybe if he amplifies his perv-ing effort, she’ll stop by again.
Maybe.
“Zitao…” he murmurs under his breath, a bit dreamily. “Feisty feline.”
Not a bad way to find out about her, after all.
Even if he’s pretty sure he just had an out of body experience and he still hasn’t come.
Hobby time just got a lot more interesting.
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