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kokoronashiand in the morning
fandom exo
pairing femslash!kaisoo (d.o./kai)
style drabble
length 443
pg15 or something. au where kyungsoo is a photographer and kai is a victoria's secret angel
Do Kyungsoo finds herself awake at seven in an unfamilar bed and room much too messy to be her own. Her head still hurt from last night, as she tries to recall exactly what happened when a body – because, of course, someone has to own this bed and this messy room – moved beside her.
She is almost afraid to turn around to see who it was beside her. No, she was afraid. She was just practical and knew that whoever it was, she should hope that it was hopefully someone she knows, unless it's – and it's getting clearer to her now –
Kim Kai.
Fuck.
She remembers now, how with alcohol, she actually hits on Kai, saying lame lines like how sexy she is, lines Victoria's Secret Angel Kim Kai has probably heard a million and one times. But fuck, had Kyungsoo not nursed a huge crush on her for the five months she's been working as a photographer for the brand, a job she didn't want and still doesn't want but a certain model had always made a little better everyday with her discussion of French sci-fi books and dogs.
She remembers that even though she was lame and despite how she was flushed red from embarrassment and alcohol in equal parts, Kai actually smiled. How Kai actually laughed and asked her if she wanted another drink.
She remembers taking a cab back with Kai, she remembers they decide to go back to Kai's place because it was closer.
She remembers kissing Kai as soon as they closed the door behind them, she remembers how Kai tasted like alcohol too, although wait, that might have been her after all. She remembers Kai's laugh and the outline of Kai's hand as Kai showed her to the bedroom.
She remembers tossing Kai down on her bed after moving assorted bras out of the way, shoving them unto the floor and kissing Kai in the least innocent way possible.
She remembers Kai eating out her pussy. She remembers fucking Kai with her hand.
And she wonders what can she do now, because the memories, in combination with the breathtaking sight of Kai in the morning light, sunlight fluttering kisses on that pretty, pretty tan skin is making her wet again.
Involuntarily, Kyungsoo brushes her hand against Kai's hair. Kai stirs in her sleep, eyes fluttering slightly.
“Kyungsoo?” she mutters, but Kyungsoo couldn't be sure if she's asleep or awake.
“Yes,” she answers anyway.
Kai's lips curls into a tired, sleepy smile, she moves her arm to drape itself over Kyungsoo's waist.
“Stay,” she says, and Kyungsoo's question is answered.
fandom exo
pairing femslash!kaisoo (d.o./kai)
style drabble
length 443
pg15 or something. au where kyungsoo is a photographer and kai is a victoria's secret angel
Do Kyungsoo finds herself awake at seven in an unfamilar bed and room much too messy to be her own. Her head still hurt from last night, as she tries to recall exactly what happened when a body – because, of course, someone has to own this bed and this messy room – moved beside her.
She is almost afraid to turn around to see who it was beside her. No, she was afraid. She was just practical and knew that whoever it was, she should hope that it was hopefully someone she knows, unless it's – and it's getting clearer to her now –
Kim Kai.
Fuck.
She remembers now, how with alcohol, she actually hits on Kai, saying lame lines like how sexy she is, lines Victoria's Secret Angel Kim Kai has probably heard a million and one times. But fuck, had Kyungsoo not nursed a huge crush on her for the five months she's been working as a photographer for the brand, a job she didn't want and still doesn't want but a certain model had always made a little better everyday with her discussion of French sci-fi books and dogs.
She remembers that even though she was lame and despite how she was flushed red from embarrassment and alcohol in equal parts, Kai actually smiled. How Kai actually laughed and asked her if she wanted another drink.
She remembers taking a cab back with Kai, she remembers they decide to go back to Kai's place because it was closer.
She remembers kissing Kai as soon as they closed the door behind them, she remembers how Kai tasted like alcohol too, although wait, that might have been her after all. She remembers Kai's laugh and the outline of Kai's hand as Kai showed her to the bedroom.
She remembers tossing Kai down on her bed after moving assorted bras out of the way, shoving them unto the floor and kissing Kai in the least innocent way possible.
She remembers Kai eating out her pussy. She remembers fucking Kai with her hand.
And she wonders what can she do now, because the memories, in combination with the breathtaking sight of Kai in the morning light, sunlight fluttering kisses on that pretty, pretty tan skin is making her wet again.
Involuntarily, Kyungsoo brushes her hand against Kai's hair. Kai stirs in her sleep, eyes fluttering slightly.
“Kyungsoo?” she mutters, but Kyungsoo couldn't be sure if she's asleep or awake.
“Yes,” she answers anyway.
Kai's lips curls into a tired, sleepy smile, she moves her arm to drape itself over Kyungsoo's waist.
“Stay,” she says, and Kyungsoo's question is answered.
