junghee/taeyeon
1074 words, NC-17, les!jongtae for need-i-remind-you uwu
junghee slips into the bedroom, closing the door behind her and running her fingers through her short blonde hair. she turns around to speak to taeyeon, words lost in a gasp when her eyes land on her girlfriend on all fours on their bed, dressed in the matching black lingerie that junghee had bought her a few days before and a black velvet choker around her neck, little silver half-moon pendant shimmering tantalisingly against her throat.
junghee swallows hard, watching taeyeon crawl to the edge of the bed, not breaking eye contact as she sits back on her heels and bites on her bottom lip teasingly. she spreads her legs a little, just enough to expose white knee-high stockings clinging to her legs. junghee makes to step closer, but taeyeon holds up a hand, climbing off the bed and padding towards junghee, giving her hips a little extra sway as she walks. junghee allows herself to be pushed against the wall as taeyeon presses up close, arms linked around junghee’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to her lips.
“what did i do to deserve this?” junghee murmurs, slipping her arms around taeyeon’s slim waist. she doesn’t remember anything special happening recently to warrant taeyeon putting on such a show for her.
“you just existed,” taeyeon smiles. their lips meet again, taeyeon’s hands traveling downwards from junghee’s shoulders. they linger at her breasts for a breathtaking moment before dipping under the hem of her shirt and making their way back up again, soft fingertips so warm against junghee’s skin. taeyeon tugs at the shirt and junghee raises her arms so it can be slipped over her head and cast down carelessly on the floor.
junghee sighs contentedly when taeyeon presses both hands flat against her stomach, fingers pressing into her skin just enough to make her head spin. she pushes her hips forwards, sliding a leg between taeyeon’s and smiling into the kiss when taeyeon automatically grinds down on it, breath escaping her in a quiet huff.
suddenly, taeyeon breaks away from the kiss, pulling junghee by the hand and pushing her down onto the bed, crawling over her with a smug smile on her face. she sits back for a moment, straddling junghee’s hips and scooping her long dark hair into a pony tail. junghee can’t help but stare gratuitously as the muscles of her stomach and arms shift deliciously under her skin with each movement. taeyeon leans down and kisses junghee softly again, too softly: junghee cranes her neck in an attempt to deepen the kiss, whining in frustration when taeyeon pulls away with a smirk. junghee reaches out to pull taeyeon down again, but taeyeon grabs her hands and pins them above her head, cackling when junghee scowls up at her.
taeyeon kisses her lightly again before moving downwards, soft lips ghosting across junghee’s cheek and jaw. she presses a line of kisses down junghee’s neck, opening her mouth and grazing her teeth across the skin. junghee whimpers, squirming in an attempt to get her hands free. taeyeon bites down hard on junghee’s neck in response, sucking and licking over the purple marks she leaves. junghee curses, heat between her legs building as taeyeon continues to mark her neck and collarbones.
after a few frustrating minutes, taeyeon releases junghee’s hands, lifting her head without warning and licking into junghee’s mouth almost aggressively. junghee’s hands fly to knot in taeyeon’s hair, easily submitting to the way taeyeon takes control with her mouth. taeyeon’s hands roam over junghee’s skin and junghee pants, pushing her hips upwards in search of relief. taeyeon notices, snaking a hand down between their bodies and flicking open junghee’s jeans, hand slipping in and rubbing her firmly through her underwear. junghee moans, arching her back and fisting her hands in taeyeon’s hair.
taeyeon sits up, looking down at junghee panting and sweating beneath her, running her hands over her breasts and along her ribcage. junghee smiles weakly, reaching out to play with the pendant hanging from taeyeon’s neck.
“you’re beautiful,” she mutters, cupping taeyeon’s cheek.
“mm,” taeyeon grins. “so are you.”
with that, taeyeon begins to wiggle backwards, settling herself between junghee’s legs. she pulls junghee’s jeans and underwear down, sitting back and letting junghee kick them off her feet, then ducking down to press kisses to junghee’s thighs, eyes burning into junghee’s own. junghee blushes, giggling and reaching down to weave her fingers into taeyeon’s hair. she lets out a shuddered moan when taeyeon sucks a little bruise into her inner thigh: the sharp pain which shoots across the skin only adding to the throbbing between her legs. taeyeon leaves a trail of bruises up junghee’s legs, tips of her hair tickling at the sensitive skin as her palms press against her inner thighs and coax her legs open further. she slides a finger through the wetness at junghee’s crotch, junghee’s legs shaking with pleasure. a deep moan rumbles in junghee’s chest when taeyeon pushes a finger in slowly, twisting it slightly as she pulls it out again.
“fuck,” junghee whispers, biting down hard on her lip and tugging on taeyeon’s hair. taeyeon ducks her head down, tongue lapping at junghee’s clit as she continues to thrust her finger slowly in and out. junghee’s moans get louder as taeyeon adds another finger, timing her thrusts with skilled flicks of her tongue. junghee reaches above her, gripping the headboard so she can push back against taeyeon’s fingers, circling her hips rhythmically. just as she thinks it can’t possibly get any better, taeyeon adds a third finger, and junghee can’t hold back the cry that rips from her throat: the overwhelming sensations of taeyeon’s fingers stretching her open mixed with the warm, wet tongue flicking at her clit is enough to push her over the edge. a stream of incoherent curses tumble from her open mouth, endorphins rushing through her blood stream as the pleasure hits her like a freight train. her legs shake and colours flash behind her eyelids, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open. when she finally comes down from her orgasm, cheeks flushed and a contented smile on her face, taeyeon sits up, wiping her fingers off on the bedsheets and crawling up junghee’s body again with a grin.
“you done?” she giggles, and junghee smacks her shoulder lightly before sliding a hand round to the back of her girlfriend’s neck and pulling her down for a kiss.
