Mr. & Mrs. Perfect
Title: Mr. & Mrs. Perfect
Part: 1/5
Pairing: Key/Gwiboon
Rating: NC-17
Prompt from: I FORGOT WHO GAVE ME THIS PROMPT I didn’t write down your name when I wrote down the prompt TT_____TT Ummm but here you go! I already told you how much I love the ideas you gave me!
Notes: There’s going to be 5 parts to this! :)
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Gwiboon was a lot to handle. Her friends knew that, all the boys knew that - well let’s just say no one got in Gwiboon’s way unless they had good shields and lots of artillery.
In that respect, Kibum was like a walking militia.
And Kibum was also a transfer student, along with Gwiboon, to be reckoned with; as Gwiboon’s rival it was unlikely anyone would get in their way whenever a tiff started. She was hot, he was hot; they could be the perfect couple, he thought.
“Get lost, second-rate,” Gwiboon snapped, when Kibum sat down next to her in the library.
“Ouch, Princess,” Kibum said, as he got comfortable.
“There’s only room for one queen in this school,” Gwiboon said coolly, shutting her book and giving Kibum a dead-even stare. “And I’m sorry, drag is against the school dress code.”
“You know, I’d be paying attention to your witty remarks if I could take my eyes off of yours.” Kibum reached forward and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
It was the first time anyone had seen, or even fathomed Kim Gwiboon blushing.
“Well,” she said, fluttering her eyes. “They are rather beautiful, aren’t they?”
“Actually,” Kibum’s hand moved, his finger swiping under Gwiboon’s left eye. “You need to buy waterproof eyeliner baby, you’re getting raccoon eyes.”
Kibum winked and stood up and then exited the library, Gwiboon’s frustrated cry following.
“I hate you, Kim Kibum!”
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“Yah.”
It was Kibum’s turn to look up from his books, arching a brow at the girl with her arms folded across her supple chest. Her face was absent of any make-up, her hair untamed and falling over her shoulders in chocolate waves.
“Yes, Princess?”
“You,” she slammed her hands down on the table, and Kibum was un-phased as he shut his book and stood up, putting his hands on the table as well.
He leaned across the surface, smirking as she scowled at him.
“You hate me, right?” Kibum hazarded a guess, tilting his head.
“You can’t even comprehend how much I hate you, you snot-nosed, prissy, sad excuse for a man.”
“I’m not manly?” Kibum seemed genuinely perplexed.
“No, you’re not. And if you think you can prove otherwise-”
Kibum grabbed the back of Gwiboon’s neck, smashing their lips together in a torrid kiss, and Gwiboon gasped in surprise, her hands flying up to grab the lapels of Kibum’s blazer -
And she climbed on top of the table, kicking all of Kibum’s schoolwork out of the way. Kibum met her halfway, pushing her down onto the table and hitching her legs up onto his hips. Their mouths stayed locked, his teeth and tongue wrecking her lip gloss as his hands pushed her skirt up, greedily mapping the skin of her thighs.
“Ah~” she panted out, dropping her head back against the table.
Kibum chuckled, his lips against her neck as he grinded his hips against hers.
“Is this manly enough for you, Princess?” he asked, reaching a hand to grope at one of her breasts through her shirt. “Or should I keep going?”
She tangled manicured fingers into Kibum’s hair, “Fuck, Kibum, just-” he cut her off by sliding his hand under her shirt, pushing his fingers under the wire of her bra to cup her properly.
“You were saying?” he grinned, licking at her lips as he pressed his covered erection against her crotch.
She grunted and reached down to unbuckle his belt and tug his pants open. His hips bucked into her hand and she smirked up at him, her perfect hair disheveled and her make-up-less face as beautiful as ever. Kibum felt his breath catch in his throat, his eyes roving over her face and he chuckled, reigning in his thoughts as she undulated her flawless body against him.
“Captivated by my endless beauty, Kibummie?” she smirked, sliding her hand inside his boxers.
“Just making sure your make-up wasn’t smearing again,” he remarked, pushing his dick into her hand.
Her free hand flew up to her features in mild paranoia, before she scowled.
“I’m not wearing any make-up, asshole.”
“And you never should,” Kibum replied breathlessly, tracing his lips over her jaw gently.
She fell silent, looking up at Kibum with a mixture of awe and confusion painted on her features.
He smirked, “Make-up will just clog your pores.”
“Oh fucking Christ,” Gwiboon rolled her eyes and bucked her hips, flipping their positions as she slammed Kibum against the table, the wind being knocked out of his lungs as his back met with the wood. She leaned down and brushed her lips against his ear, hot breath ghosting over the shell. “Making excuses and talking your way out of things with that pretty mouth…”
“Excuses?” Kibum scoffed and shook his head, trying to get away from the breath tickling his ear. “This pretty mouth does more than that.”
“So shut up and show me.”
His hands gripped Gwiboon’s hips and he brought her down on to his erection, hard, and she tossed her head back with a gasp. Once again his fingers slid up her skirt, the tips grazing along her panty line and the crease where her thigh met her pelvis. She shivered and he could feel the heat emanating from her pussy, as he licked his lips and reached up to drag her into another kiss. Gwiboon let out a soft moan, her hips rocking on Kibum’s body.
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath, hiking up her skirt and rubbing his fingertips over the top of her thigh-high socks. She squirmed on top of him and he chuckled, moving a hand so his index finger could slide along her panties. “Ah…” he arched a brow, feeling the wetness seeping through her panties. “Excited?”
“Shut up,” she panted, rocking her hips onto his fingers.
His response was rubbing two fingers against her clit, rubbing the cotton of her panties mercilessly against it, which incited a choked moan from the brunette atop him. He looked up at her, taking in her long brown curls, her dark lashes, her sharp cheek bones. She was untouchable, unapproachable - and he had her coming undone. Pride and satisfaction swelled in his chest and he pulled her panties down, eyes glued to her womanhood; her clit was swollen and her folds were shimmering with wetness. She was completely hairless - she must wax, she was so clean - save for a patch of dark curls above her clit… the perfect landing strip.
“Stop staring,” she snapped, and Kibum chuckled, using his fingers to spread her folds and play with the gathering juices.
“Stop complaining,” he retorted easily, before sliding a slick finger up to her heat, circling it.
He watched as she shivered and trembled, her fingers gripping at the lapels of his blazer, wrinkling it. Licking his lips, he wondered briefly how she tasted - he caught sight of the time on his watch, and realized there was only ten minutes until class let out and students would be pouring into the library. Impatient, Kibum helped Gwiboon get her panties off and out of the way, the pink garment hanging off of an ankle as she positioned herself over Kibum’s waist.
“You’re still a tasteless asshole,” she hissed, as he pulled out his cock and rubbed the blunt tip against her thigh.
“And you’re still a plastic slut.”
A stalemate, as she panted breathlessly above him, seemingly frozen.
“I- I’m not-”
“What, a slut?” Kibum glanced down at her dripping pussy, watching her thigh muscles twitch in anticipation.
She tightened her grip on his blazer and bent down, her pretty features deceiving the snarl in her voice.
“Listen asshole, I’m not a slut because I’ve never had sex before.”
Kibum felt his mouth go dry. “You’re…”
“If you’re gonna be a jerk about this then forget it, you’re just like everyone else,” she muttered, moving to get off of Kibum.
“N-No, Gwiboon,” Kibum sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her still. “I don’t want to forget it.”
She looked into Kibum’s eyes and for the second time in five minutes he felt his heart stop. Her eyes were shimmering with embarrassment and curiosity, and Kibum pulled her down for a softer, gentler kiss.
“Be my slut.”
Gwiboon tensed, then smacked Kibum’s chest. “Is that your tacky way of asking me out?”
“You’re gonna say yes no matter what kind of strategy I use, honey.”
“Be your slut?! Last time I checked, they were called GIRLFRIENDS.”
“Ooooh girlfriend, you can still be my slut.” He flashed a smile, “Gwiboonie.”
“You’re doing this to spite me,” she mumbled, relaxing. “We’re too alike, we’d never - ah!”
Kibum got tired of listening to her; it was like listening to himself on repeat only with his voice a few octaves higher and he didn’t like to think himself a narcissist. So, he slammed his cock into her body, feeling the tightness before it gave way, causing them both to pant out.
“Sweetheart,” he said after a second, through clenched teeth as her body swallowed him whole. “You and I make the half a whole again.”
She rolled her eyes, looking like she was adjusting easily, “You’re an egoist.”
“Pot calling the kettle black, Princess.”
He bucked his hips up into her body and she gasped softly, feline eyes sliding shut. He held onto her hips and urged her to move, her body rocking onto his cock, starting up a slow rhythm. He licked his lips and sat up, tilting her head for a kiss, breathing against her lips.
“You’re such a bitch…”
She gasped and let his tongue enter her mouth, saliva gathering between them, her breasts pushing against his chest.
“You’re insufferable…” she replied, fingers tangling in Kibum’s hair again. “Just fuck me, Kibum.”
“I thought I was supposed to have tact?” his hands slid to the small of her back.
“Forget tact.”
He flipped them over a final time, sinking into her tightness and wrapping her legs around his waist. Another book fell to the floor and Gwiboon opened her mouth to cry out - only to have Kibum shove his tie into her mouth with a smirk.
“We’re in a library, you need to be quiet.”
She responded by clamping her muscles around his cock, and he hissed, her eyes flashing. His flashed in return and even spread out beneath him, Gwiboon rocked onto his cock and took charge, making him slide in and out of her slicked walls. And oh, that annoyed him, Kibum wanted to take charge again - constantly he and Gwiboon were competing, neck-in-neck, trying to one-up each other and prove their position at the top of the food chain. But here, in the library of the school with his dick lodged so deep in his rivals’ pussy, Kibum realized that they were equal, they were scarily similar - and most of all, he realized that he had this coming.
Gwiboon flicked Kibum’s forehead with her finger, glaring up at him.
“You’ll get wrinkles if you make that face too much.”
She spit out his tie, wrinkling her nose, “Fuck. Me.”
“You got lip gloss on my tie,” his nose wrinkled in return.
“So don’t shove it in my mouth!”
He pistoned his hips into hers and she gripped onto his biceps, head dropping back and her eyes closing as her mouth fell open. His lips attached to her neck as he thrust in and out of her tight body, and they finally fell into sync as she mirrored his movements, like she knew what he was going to do next - almost like they were the same person, in separate bodies. Their hands wandered and lips met, the pair falling into the blissful pleasures of their bodies and leaving all sarcasm at the door; Kibum licked a stripe up Gwiboon’s neck and nibbled her ear.
“You’re close, I can feel it,” he whispered.
“I’m not doing this alone,” she whispered back.
Twin smirks settled on their faces and they met in a sloppy kiss, Kibum’s toes curling in his shoes. His hand moved to stroke his fingers along the knee of her thigh-highs, his other hand moving to press into her clit. Her eyes flew open and her back arched - her body tightened impossibly around his moving cock and he glanced down just in time to see her juices squirt in such a powerful orgasm that his entire pelvis got soaked, and as he pushed into her one last time he forced out the rest of her cum in a spurt, before he emptied himself into her body.
For a moment, they caught their breath - the bell rang and they sprang apart, fumbling to get their clothes back in place. A puddle of questionable substances was left on the table and Gwiboon grabbed Kibum’s tie, yanking it free and soaking up the mess.
“Hey-!”
“It already had my lip gloss on it,” Gwiboon hissed, and Kibum’s nostrils flared.
“You’re totally buying me another one.”
“I’ll find a sale-”
“Full price.”
Gwiboon let out a frustrated growl, “Don’t be a diva!”
The sound of students entering the library started as a low roar.
“Well, Princess…”
Kibum took the soaked tie and stuffed it into Gwiboon’s bra, as she blushed and swatted at his hands.
“Maybe a thirty-percent discount.” He shrugged and turned to walk away.
“Forty!” she followed after him, tugging on his hand.
“Thirty-five percent and I’ll buy you new lip gloss in a shade that won’t clash with your skin tone.”
“My lip gloss is perfect!!”
[ Minho & Minjung]
Part: 1/5
Pairing: Key/Gwiboon
Rating: NC-17
Prompt from: I FORGOT WHO GAVE ME THIS PROMPT I didn’t write down your name when I wrote down the prompt TT_____TT Ummm but here you go! I already told you how much I love the ideas you gave me!
Notes: There’s going to be 5 parts to this! :)
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Gwiboon was a lot to handle. Her friends knew that, all the boys knew that - well let’s just say no one got in Gwiboon’s way unless they had good shields and lots of artillery.
In that respect, Kibum was like a walking militia.
And Kibum was also a transfer student, along with Gwiboon, to be reckoned with; as Gwiboon’s rival it was unlikely anyone would get in their way whenever a tiff started. She was hot, he was hot; they could be the perfect couple, he thought.
“Get lost, second-rate,” Gwiboon snapped, when Kibum sat down next to her in the library.
“Ouch, Princess,” Kibum said, as he got comfortable.
“There’s only room for one queen in this school,” Gwiboon said coolly, shutting her book and giving Kibum a dead-even stare. “And I’m sorry, drag is against the school dress code.”
“You know, I’d be paying attention to your witty remarks if I could take my eyes off of yours.” Kibum reached forward and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
It was the first time anyone had seen, or even fathomed Kim Gwiboon blushing.
“Well,” she said, fluttering her eyes. “They are rather beautiful, aren’t they?”
“Actually,” Kibum’s hand moved, his finger swiping under Gwiboon’s left eye. “You need to buy waterproof eyeliner baby, you’re getting raccoon eyes.”
Kibum winked and stood up and then exited the library, Gwiboon’s frustrated cry following.
“I hate you, Kim Kibum!”
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“Yah.”
It was Kibum’s turn to look up from his books, arching a brow at the girl with her arms folded across her supple chest. Her face was absent of any make-up, her hair untamed and falling over her shoulders in chocolate waves.
“Yes, Princess?”
“You,” she slammed her hands down on the table, and Kibum was un-phased as he shut his book and stood up, putting his hands on the table as well.
He leaned across the surface, smirking as she scowled at him.
“You hate me, right?” Kibum hazarded a guess, tilting his head.
“You can’t even comprehend how much I hate you, you snot-nosed, prissy, sad excuse for a man.”
“I’m not manly?” Kibum seemed genuinely perplexed.
“No, you’re not. And if you think you can prove otherwise-”
Kibum grabbed the back of Gwiboon’s neck, smashing their lips together in a torrid kiss, and Gwiboon gasped in surprise, her hands flying up to grab the lapels of Kibum’s blazer -
And she climbed on top of the table, kicking all of Kibum’s schoolwork out of the way. Kibum met her halfway, pushing her down onto the table and hitching her legs up onto his hips. Their mouths stayed locked, his teeth and tongue wrecking her lip gloss as his hands pushed her skirt up, greedily mapping the skin of her thighs.
“Ah~” she panted out, dropping her head back against the table.
Kibum chuckled, his lips against her neck as he grinded his hips against hers.
“Is this manly enough for you, Princess?” he asked, reaching a hand to grope at one of her breasts through her shirt. “Or should I keep going?”
She tangled manicured fingers into Kibum’s hair, “Fuck, Kibum, just-” he cut her off by sliding his hand under her shirt, pushing his fingers under the wire of her bra to cup her properly.
“You were saying?” he grinned, licking at her lips as he pressed his covered erection against her crotch.
She grunted and reached down to unbuckle his belt and tug his pants open. His hips bucked into her hand and she smirked up at him, her perfect hair disheveled and her make-up-less face as beautiful as ever. Kibum felt his breath catch in his throat, his eyes roving over her face and he chuckled, reigning in his thoughts as she undulated her flawless body against him.
“Captivated by my endless beauty, Kibummie?” she smirked, sliding her hand inside his boxers.
“Just making sure your make-up wasn’t smearing again,” he remarked, pushing his dick into her hand.
Her free hand flew up to her features in mild paranoia, before she scowled.
“I’m not wearing any make-up, asshole.”
“And you never should,” Kibum replied breathlessly, tracing his lips over her jaw gently.
She fell silent, looking up at Kibum with a mixture of awe and confusion painted on her features.
He smirked, “Make-up will just clog your pores.”
“Oh fucking Christ,” Gwiboon rolled her eyes and bucked her hips, flipping their positions as she slammed Kibum against the table, the wind being knocked out of his lungs as his back met with the wood. She leaned down and brushed her lips against his ear, hot breath ghosting over the shell. “Making excuses and talking your way out of things with that pretty mouth…”
“Excuses?” Kibum scoffed and shook his head, trying to get away from the breath tickling his ear. “This pretty mouth does more than that.”
“So shut up and show me.”
His hands gripped Gwiboon’s hips and he brought her down on to his erection, hard, and she tossed her head back with a gasp. Once again his fingers slid up her skirt, the tips grazing along her panty line and the crease where her thigh met her pelvis. She shivered and he could feel the heat emanating from her pussy, as he licked his lips and reached up to drag her into another kiss. Gwiboon let out a soft moan, her hips rocking on Kibum’s body.
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath, hiking up her skirt and rubbing his fingertips over the top of her thigh-high socks. She squirmed on top of him and he chuckled, moving a hand so his index finger could slide along her panties. “Ah…” he arched a brow, feeling the wetness seeping through her panties. “Excited?”
“Shut up,” she panted, rocking her hips onto his fingers.
His response was rubbing two fingers against her clit, rubbing the cotton of her panties mercilessly against it, which incited a choked moan from the brunette atop him. He looked up at her, taking in her long brown curls, her dark lashes, her sharp cheek bones. She was untouchable, unapproachable - and he had her coming undone. Pride and satisfaction swelled in his chest and he pulled her panties down, eyes glued to her womanhood; her clit was swollen and her folds were shimmering with wetness. She was completely hairless - she must wax, she was so clean - save for a patch of dark curls above her clit… the perfect landing strip.
“Stop staring,” she snapped, and Kibum chuckled, using his fingers to spread her folds and play with the gathering juices.
“Stop complaining,” he retorted easily, before sliding a slick finger up to her heat, circling it.
He watched as she shivered and trembled, her fingers gripping at the lapels of his blazer, wrinkling it. Licking his lips, he wondered briefly how she tasted - he caught sight of the time on his watch, and realized there was only ten minutes until class let out and students would be pouring into the library. Impatient, Kibum helped Gwiboon get her panties off and out of the way, the pink garment hanging off of an ankle as she positioned herself over Kibum’s waist.
“You’re still a tasteless asshole,” she hissed, as he pulled out his cock and rubbed the blunt tip against her thigh.
“And you’re still a plastic slut.”
A stalemate, as she panted breathlessly above him, seemingly frozen.
“I- I’m not-”
“What, a slut?” Kibum glanced down at her dripping pussy, watching her thigh muscles twitch in anticipation.
She tightened her grip on his blazer and bent down, her pretty features deceiving the snarl in her voice.
“Listen asshole, I’m not a slut because I’ve never had sex before.”
Kibum felt his mouth go dry. “You’re…”
“If you’re gonna be a jerk about this then forget it, you’re just like everyone else,” she muttered, moving to get off of Kibum.
“N-No, Gwiboon,” Kibum sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her still. “I don’t want to forget it.”
She looked into Kibum’s eyes and for the second time in five minutes he felt his heart stop. Her eyes were shimmering with embarrassment and curiosity, and Kibum pulled her down for a softer, gentler kiss.
“Be my slut.”
Gwiboon tensed, then smacked Kibum’s chest. “Is that your tacky way of asking me out?”
“You’re gonna say yes no matter what kind of strategy I use, honey.”
“Be your slut?! Last time I checked, they were called GIRLFRIENDS.”
“Ooooh girlfriend, you can still be my slut.” He flashed a smile, “Gwiboonie.”
“You’re doing this to spite me,” she mumbled, relaxing. “We’re too alike, we’d never - ah!”
Kibum got tired of listening to her; it was like listening to himself on repeat only with his voice a few octaves higher and he didn’t like to think himself a narcissist. So, he slammed his cock into her body, feeling the tightness before it gave way, causing them both to pant out.
“Sweetheart,” he said after a second, through clenched teeth as her body swallowed him whole. “You and I make the half a whole again.”
She rolled her eyes, looking like she was adjusting easily, “You’re an egoist.”
“Pot calling the kettle black, Princess.”
He bucked his hips up into her body and she gasped softly, feline eyes sliding shut. He held onto her hips and urged her to move, her body rocking onto his cock, starting up a slow rhythm. He licked his lips and sat up, tilting her head for a kiss, breathing against her lips.
“You’re such a bitch…”
She gasped and let his tongue enter her mouth, saliva gathering between them, her breasts pushing against his chest.
“You’re insufferable…” she replied, fingers tangling in Kibum’s hair again. “Just fuck me, Kibum.”
“I thought I was supposed to have tact?” his hands slid to the small of her back.
“Forget tact.”
He flipped them over a final time, sinking into her tightness and wrapping her legs around his waist. Another book fell to the floor and Gwiboon opened her mouth to cry out - only to have Kibum shove his tie into her mouth with a smirk.
“We’re in a library, you need to be quiet.”
She responded by clamping her muscles around his cock, and he hissed, her eyes flashing. His flashed in return and even spread out beneath him, Gwiboon rocked onto his cock and took charge, making him slide in and out of her slicked walls. And oh, that annoyed him, Kibum wanted to take charge again - constantly he and Gwiboon were competing, neck-in-neck, trying to one-up each other and prove their position at the top of the food chain. But here, in the library of the school with his dick lodged so deep in his rivals’ pussy, Kibum realized that they were equal, they were scarily similar - and most of all, he realized that he had this coming.
Gwiboon flicked Kibum’s forehead with her finger, glaring up at him.
“You’ll get wrinkles if you make that face too much.”
She spit out his tie, wrinkling her nose, “Fuck. Me.”
“You got lip gloss on my tie,” his nose wrinkled in return.
“So don’t shove it in my mouth!”
He pistoned his hips into hers and she gripped onto his biceps, head dropping back and her eyes closing as her mouth fell open. His lips attached to her neck as he thrust in and out of her tight body, and they finally fell into sync as she mirrored his movements, like she knew what he was going to do next - almost like they were the same person, in separate bodies. Their hands wandered and lips met, the pair falling into the blissful pleasures of their bodies and leaving all sarcasm at the door; Kibum licked a stripe up Gwiboon’s neck and nibbled her ear.
“You’re close, I can feel it,” he whispered.
“I’m not doing this alone,” she whispered back.
Twin smirks settled on their faces and they met in a sloppy kiss, Kibum’s toes curling in his shoes. His hand moved to stroke his fingers along the knee of her thigh-highs, his other hand moving to press into her clit. Her eyes flew open and her back arched - her body tightened impossibly around his moving cock and he glanced down just in time to see her juices squirt in such a powerful orgasm that his entire pelvis got soaked, and as he pushed into her one last time he forced out the rest of her cum in a spurt, before he emptied himself into her body.
For a moment, they caught their breath - the bell rang and they sprang apart, fumbling to get their clothes back in place. A puddle of questionable substances was left on the table and Gwiboon grabbed Kibum’s tie, yanking it free and soaking up the mess.
“Hey-!”
“It already had my lip gloss on it,” Gwiboon hissed, and Kibum’s nostrils flared.
“You’re totally buying me another one.”
“I’ll find a sale-”
“Full price.”
Gwiboon let out a frustrated growl, “Don’t be a diva!”
The sound of students entering the library started as a low roar.
“Well, Princess…”
Kibum took the soaked tie and stuffed it into Gwiboon’s bra, as she blushed and swatted at his hands.
“Maybe a thirty-percent discount.” He shrugged and turned to walk away.
“Forty!” she followed after him, tugging on his hand.
“Thirty-five percent and I’ll buy you new lip gloss in a shade that won’t clash with your skin tone.”
“My lip gloss is perfect!!”
[ Minho & Minjung]