Super Junior {Hankyung/Heechul ; It's a Girl Girl Thing}
Title: It's a Girl Girl Thing
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !girls)
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
Word count: 1,844
Rating: NC-17
Summary: No one even notices when Hankyung shifts Heechul from sitting on her lap to in between her legs, her back to Hankyung's chest.
Warnings: PWP and lesbian sex.
A/N: OH MY GOD I AM NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN. This is the fault of a lot of people, but mostly my own mind, which goes all YOU CAN'T PUT SO MUCH DETAIL IN, PEOPLE WILL THINK YOU'RE A WHORE whenever I write porn, and I was like FUCK YOU and decided to try to write something as porny as possible. And I'd had this idea for Hanchul het sex, which then went into sj-girl-group fic which then finally ended up in girls!au, AND HERE IT IS. I DID IT. I FINISHED IT. I have no idea if it's any good but if it sucks I just have a good excuse for never writing smut again \o////////// for various people, who know who they are, and also for premonitioner, because it is her birthday today. Are you old enough for this? I have no idea. Stupid American ratings.
WANDERS OFF TO WRITE ABOUT BOYS MAKING OUT. look mum, no knockers.
It's A Girl Girl Thing
No one even notices when Hankyung shifts Heechul from sitting on her lap to in between her legs, her back to Hankyung's chest. The lights are off, for one thing, and Heechul has been shifting all night because she hates the film. She complained that she'd seen it before, and when Sungmin pointed out it had just come out on DVD and they never saw it at the movies, Heechul had snapped back that every romantic-comedy film had the same storyline. No one, however, had wanted to watch her gory horror film. Whenever they stay at Kyuhyun's place, they always watch a movie, because she has a home cinema in her penthouse. Sungmin is in her lap. Donghae is engrossed. The movie is fluffy, harmless, and predictable. Hankyung is bored stiff.
So she pulls Heechul in between her legs, and Heechul grumbles a little about it because she thinks that Hankyung is only doing it because she's trying to stop her from moving. This is partly true; Heechul has been elbowing her in the side repeatedly for the past twelve and a half minutes. Hankyung pulls the quilt firmly over their hips and wraps her arms around Heechul's waist.
Five minutes later, Heechul hisses, "Oh my god I think I'm going to kill my--" And she breaks off tensely as Hankyung's hand strokes lightly at the inside of her thigh, just above the hem of her nightdress. It's idle, thumb sliding back and forth just a little higher than is probably comfortable. "What are you doing?" Heechul's voice is apprehensive, but also a little breathy.
"Relieving my boredom," whispers Hankyung, and under the cover of the darkness, the screen flickering with light and colour, she uses her other hand to sweep Heechul's hair to the side and kisses her shoulder, before pressing kisses, lips lingering, up her neck to her jaw. Heechul's head tips to the side almost instinctively to give her better access, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she struggles to keep her eyes open and aware. Hankyung's hand has now travelled up, underneath the silken hem of the chemise and her thumb is trailing back and forth just underneath where Heechul's leg meets her body, dipping lower and lower along her inner thigh each time.
As Hankyung's teeth take hold of Heechul's ear lobe, her thumb brushes against her panties for the first time. Heechul gasps a little. Eunhyuk, sitting on the other side of the couch, glances towards them, then flicks her gaze back to the film, and doesn't seem to suspect a thing.
"Careful," Hankyung whispers into Heechul's ear. "You don't want to attract attention." She accompanies this with a firm swipe of her thumb down the front of her underwear, and this time, Heechul's breah hitches but she just about manages to avoid making a noise. Hankyung nudges at the spot behind her ear with her nose and nips at the skin before sucking, Heechul's skin slightly salty.
For a minute or two, Hankyung lesuirely rubs her fingers against the silk of Heechul's panties. Heechul always wears things like these, soft and sensual, sexy to make up for her lack of a chest, and, as she notes with a wry smile, easily ruined. They're already damp, probably stained forever, but what does Heechul care? She can easily afford new ones.
Then Heechul makes a low whining noise, head falling back against Hankyung's shoulder, hips pushing up against her hand. Hankyung desperately wants to tease her for longer, but on the other hand, she wants to see if Heechul can manage to stay quiet, something difficult for her at the best of times. She lifts her hand from between Heechul's thighs -- Heechul butts at her shoulder with the back of her head in annoyance -- and pulls the cover up over their chests, bringing her bent knee up onto the chair to create a better cover. Pulling Heechul to the side so that they're resting against the arm of the chair, the quilt will just about stay in place, provided Heechul doesn't move too much.
This doesn't seem too likely, judging by the way she tilts her hips forward when Hankyung's hand returns to her crotch. Hankyung's fingers flirt with the elastic on the legs before dipping under, once. Heechul's legs open, almost welcomingly, and Hankyung retreats. Heechul's fingers curl around her wrist, fingernails pressing in warningly, and Hankyung just chuckles against her ear. Her other hand slides the strap of Heechul's chemise down, slips her hand underneath the material and cups Heechul's breast.
The soft sigh that Heechul lets out is far more erotic than Hankyung would have ever believed. She's aching, throbbing; she wants to reach down and touch herself but instead she pushes the silk of the panties to the side and pushes a finger inside of Heechul.
Another sigh, this time the sigh of finality, or of something beginning. It's not quite the sound that Hankyung wants to hear, so she works another finger in, crooks them as she rubs her thumb in a circle across her clit. Heechul takes in one, long, shuddering breath, which luckily goes unheard as someone starts shouting on the screen.
She brushes Heechul's nipple, and Heechul's head tips back, mouth falling open, so Hankyung kisses it. She keeps it quick, beause she knows that if she's not careful, it will become dirty, as she desperately wants to kiss Heechul until she's breathless and gasping, choking out Hankyung's name as she comes. Heechul's neck stretches upwards to keep their mouths together, but Hankyung keeps away.
Heechul is so wet, so hot, around Hankyung's hand. Hankyung keeps her fingers slightly bent as she pulls them out, then pushes back with a quick hook. Heechul contracts around her, gasping a little, so that Eunhyuk shifts and glances at them, suspicious. Hankyung keeps her gaze on the television, and although Heechul is biting her lip, she follows suit, even as Hankyung slides her fingers out, slowly, so slow that it must be maddening. As soon as Eunhyuk looks away, Hankyung dips back in, still slow.
"Hankyung," Heechul whispers, under the cover of an argument on screen, and she places her hands over Hankyung's wrist in an attempt at making her go faster but Hankyung keeps to the same steady rhythm she has built up, teasing in a new way. Heechul's legs keep falling open, apparently in invitation for more, and then clenching closed around Hankyung's hand to keep her there, keep her fingers deep inside.
A third finger. This time, when Hankyung bends the three and presses her thumb to Heechul's clit, Heechul can't help the moan that escapes. It attracts Eunhyuk's attention, who looks remarkably uncomfortable. "What are you doing?" she hisses.
"Huh?" Hankyung stares at her. "Nothing." She removes her fingers and touches them, damp and warm, to Heechul's thigh. Heechul is unable to speak, breathless. Hankyung has taken hold of her wrists to stop her from touching herself, finishing what Hankyung started. Luckily the struggle goes hidden under their quilt. Hankyung blinks innocently. Eunhyuk looks uncertain but turns away. Actually, it's more like she shies away. She is not convinced.
Hankyung keeps hold of Heechul's wrists and doesn't move for a minute or so until Heechul hisses her name under her breath, warningly. Hankyung lets go of one wrist in order to bring her own hand up, out from under the quilt, the hand that, not two minutes ago, was fucking Heechul. She rests her chin on Heechul's shoulder so that Heechul, her head back, can see as she holds her index finger to her mouth and darts her tongue out to curl around the top before she puts it inside her mouth and sucks. Heechul's eyes go wide and she mouths something that Hankyung can't quite make out as the screen goes a little dark, but it's something that Hankyung thinks might be an expletive. Then Heechul throws the quilt from over them, pulling her night dress back down over her thighs as quickly as possible, and actually manages to get to her feet. Hankyung is very impressed; she's so horny that she doesn't think she can manage it, and she's not the one who has been teased almost to the brink. But then, Heechul has more experience with this sort of thing, no doubt.
"I'm going to the bathroom," says Heechul haughtily and she strides from the room. The others let her go, because they think she's just throwing another hissy fit over the film. Eunhyuk, who probably knows better, chooses to not even look in their direction. After a couple of seconds, Hankyung can't take it any longer, and she forces herself to get to her feet. Her legs are a little shaky, but she achieves it, and after claiming to be getting something from Kyuhyun's bedroom, she too leaves the room.
Heechul really is in the bathroom, sitting on the lid of the toilet, hand between her legs, underwear on the floor. "Fuck you," she gasps as Hankyung comes in and locks the door behind her. She turns back, grinning, and Heechul practically whimpers as Hankyung gets down on the floor and crawls towards her. "I cannot believe you did that," she whines, Hankyung lifting her leg over her shoulder and pushing Heechul's hands away.
"I figured it was better than the film," says Hankyung, nudging at her stomach with her nose and then dipping her head down, Heechul's fingers twisting almost painfully in her hair. Heechul is so close, so on edge, that's it's not long before Hankyung's tongue coaxes her to orgasm, head tipped back as she cries out Hankyung's name, just less than a scream. Hankyung kisses her thigh as she gasps for breath and then sits back against the bathtub, aching for release. She pushes her pajama bottoms and cotton panties out of the way and then Heechul straddles her waist, hand reaching back to push two fingers inside of her roughly, fingernails dragging, then pulling back out. Twice is all it takes for Hankyung to come, muscles contracting around Heechul's fingers as she crushes their mouths together to muffle the way she wants to moan out Heechul's name.
Heechul wipes her hand against one of the towels on the rack and then sits back down on Hankyung's lap, effictively stopping Hankyung from getting dressed. "Do you think they heard that?" she murmurs, dipping her head down to press soft, languid kisses to Hankyung's throat.
"Probably," says Hankyung, hands against Heechul's ass, ruined red silk still on the floor a little way from them.
Heechul pulls the bottom of Hankyung's tank top upwards and over her head, tossing it to the side, and her mouth moves, open and obscene, against her collarbone. "I guess there's no real hurry to get back, then," she says, muffled slightly, and she swathes her tongue across Hankyung's nipple.
"No," chokes Hankyung, as Heechul's fingers rub confidently against her, teasing her clit. "I don't suppose there is."
Heechul's smirk against her stomach is positively wicked.
Fandom: Super Junior (AU, !girls)
Pairing: Hankyung/Heechul
Word count: 1,844
Rating: NC-17
Summary: No one even notices when Hankyung shifts Heechul from sitting on her lap to in between her legs, her back to Hankyung's chest.
Warnings: PWP and lesbian sex.
A/N: OH MY GOD I AM NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN. This is the fault of a lot of people, but mostly my own mind, which goes all YOU CAN'T PUT SO MUCH DETAIL IN, PEOPLE WILL THINK YOU'RE A WHORE whenever I write porn, and I was like FUCK YOU and decided to try to write something as porny as possible. And I'd had this idea for Hanchul het sex, which then went into sj-girl-group fic which then finally ended up in girls!au, AND HERE IT IS. I DID IT. I FINISHED IT. I have no idea if it's any good but if it sucks I just have a good excuse for never writing smut again \o////////// for various people, who know who they are, and also for premonitioner, because it is her birthday today. Are you old enough for this? I have no idea. Stupid American ratings.
WANDERS OFF TO WRITE ABOUT BOYS MAKING OUT. look mum, no knockers.
It's A Girl Girl Thing
No one even notices when Hankyung shifts Heechul from sitting on her lap to in between her legs, her back to Hankyung's chest. The lights are off, for one thing, and Heechul has been shifting all night because she hates the film. She complained that she'd seen it before, and when Sungmin pointed out it had just come out on DVD and they never saw it at the movies, Heechul had snapped back that every romantic-comedy film had the same storyline. No one, however, had wanted to watch her gory horror film. Whenever they stay at Kyuhyun's place, they always watch a movie, because she has a home cinema in her penthouse. Sungmin is in her lap. Donghae is engrossed. The movie is fluffy, harmless, and predictable. Hankyung is bored stiff.
So she pulls Heechul in between her legs, and Heechul grumbles a little about it because she thinks that Hankyung is only doing it because she's trying to stop her from moving. This is partly true; Heechul has been elbowing her in the side repeatedly for the past twelve and a half minutes. Hankyung pulls the quilt firmly over their hips and wraps her arms around Heechul's waist.
Five minutes later, Heechul hisses, "Oh my god I think I'm going to kill my--" And she breaks off tensely as Hankyung's hand strokes lightly at the inside of her thigh, just above the hem of her nightdress. It's idle, thumb sliding back and forth just a little higher than is probably comfortable. "What are you doing?" Heechul's voice is apprehensive, but also a little breathy.
"Relieving my boredom," whispers Hankyung, and under the cover of the darkness, the screen flickering with light and colour, she uses her other hand to sweep Heechul's hair to the side and kisses her shoulder, before pressing kisses, lips lingering, up her neck to her jaw. Heechul's head tips to the side almost instinctively to give her better access, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she struggles to keep her eyes open and aware. Hankyung's hand has now travelled up, underneath the silken hem of the chemise and her thumb is trailing back and forth just underneath where Heechul's leg meets her body, dipping lower and lower along her inner thigh each time.
As Hankyung's teeth take hold of Heechul's ear lobe, her thumb brushes against her panties for the first time. Heechul gasps a little. Eunhyuk, sitting on the other side of the couch, glances towards them, then flicks her gaze back to the film, and doesn't seem to suspect a thing.
"Careful," Hankyung whispers into Heechul's ear. "You don't want to attract attention." She accompanies this with a firm swipe of her thumb down the front of her underwear, and this time, Heechul's breah hitches but she just about manages to avoid making a noise. Hankyung nudges at the spot behind her ear with her nose and nips at the skin before sucking, Heechul's skin slightly salty.
For a minute or two, Hankyung lesuirely rubs her fingers against the silk of Heechul's panties. Heechul always wears things like these, soft and sensual, sexy to make up for her lack of a chest, and, as she notes with a wry smile, easily ruined. They're already damp, probably stained forever, but what does Heechul care? She can easily afford new ones.
Then Heechul makes a low whining noise, head falling back against Hankyung's shoulder, hips pushing up against her hand. Hankyung desperately wants to tease her for longer, but on the other hand, she wants to see if Heechul can manage to stay quiet, something difficult for her at the best of times. She lifts her hand from between Heechul's thighs -- Heechul butts at her shoulder with the back of her head in annoyance -- and pulls the cover up over their chests, bringing her bent knee up onto the chair to create a better cover. Pulling Heechul to the side so that they're resting against the arm of the chair, the quilt will just about stay in place, provided Heechul doesn't move too much.
This doesn't seem too likely, judging by the way she tilts her hips forward when Hankyung's hand returns to her crotch. Hankyung's fingers flirt with the elastic on the legs before dipping under, once. Heechul's legs open, almost welcomingly, and Hankyung retreats. Heechul's fingers curl around her wrist, fingernails pressing in warningly, and Hankyung just chuckles against her ear. Her other hand slides the strap of Heechul's chemise down, slips her hand underneath the material and cups Heechul's breast.
The soft sigh that Heechul lets out is far more erotic than Hankyung would have ever believed. She's aching, throbbing; she wants to reach down and touch herself but instead she pushes the silk of the panties to the side and pushes a finger inside of Heechul.
Another sigh, this time the sigh of finality, or of something beginning. It's not quite the sound that Hankyung wants to hear, so she works another finger in, crooks them as she rubs her thumb in a circle across her clit. Heechul takes in one, long, shuddering breath, which luckily goes unheard as someone starts shouting on the screen.
She brushes Heechul's nipple, and Heechul's head tips back, mouth falling open, so Hankyung kisses it. She keeps it quick, beause she knows that if she's not careful, it will become dirty, as she desperately wants to kiss Heechul until she's breathless and gasping, choking out Hankyung's name as she comes. Heechul's neck stretches upwards to keep their mouths together, but Hankyung keeps away.
Heechul is so wet, so hot, around Hankyung's hand. Hankyung keeps her fingers slightly bent as she pulls them out, then pushes back with a quick hook. Heechul contracts around her, gasping a little, so that Eunhyuk shifts and glances at them, suspicious. Hankyung keeps her gaze on the television, and although Heechul is biting her lip, she follows suit, even as Hankyung slides her fingers out, slowly, so slow that it must be maddening. As soon as Eunhyuk looks away, Hankyung dips back in, still slow.
"Hankyung," Heechul whispers, under the cover of an argument on screen, and she places her hands over Hankyung's wrist in an attempt at making her go faster but Hankyung keeps to the same steady rhythm she has built up, teasing in a new way. Heechul's legs keep falling open, apparently in invitation for more, and then clenching closed around Hankyung's hand to keep her there, keep her fingers deep inside.
A third finger. This time, when Hankyung bends the three and presses her thumb to Heechul's clit, Heechul can't help the moan that escapes. It attracts Eunhyuk's attention, who looks remarkably uncomfortable. "What are you doing?" she hisses.
"Huh?" Hankyung stares at her. "Nothing." She removes her fingers and touches them, damp and warm, to Heechul's thigh. Heechul is unable to speak, breathless. Hankyung has taken hold of her wrists to stop her from touching herself, finishing what Hankyung started. Luckily the struggle goes hidden under their quilt. Hankyung blinks innocently. Eunhyuk looks uncertain but turns away. Actually, it's more like she shies away. She is not convinced.
Hankyung keeps hold of Heechul's wrists and doesn't move for a minute or so until Heechul hisses her name under her breath, warningly. Hankyung lets go of one wrist in order to bring her own hand up, out from under the quilt, the hand that, not two minutes ago, was fucking Heechul. She rests her chin on Heechul's shoulder so that Heechul, her head back, can see as she holds her index finger to her mouth and darts her tongue out to curl around the top before she puts it inside her mouth and sucks. Heechul's eyes go wide and she mouths something that Hankyung can't quite make out as the screen goes a little dark, but it's something that Hankyung thinks might be an expletive. Then Heechul throws the quilt from over them, pulling her night dress back down over her thighs as quickly as possible, and actually manages to get to her feet. Hankyung is very impressed; she's so horny that she doesn't think she can manage it, and she's not the one who has been teased almost to the brink. But then, Heechul has more experience with this sort of thing, no doubt.
"I'm going to the bathroom," says Heechul haughtily and she strides from the room. The others let her go, because they think she's just throwing another hissy fit over the film. Eunhyuk, who probably knows better, chooses to not even look in their direction. After a couple of seconds, Hankyung can't take it any longer, and she forces herself to get to her feet. Her legs are a little shaky, but she achieves it, and after claiming to be getting something from Kyuhyun's bedroom, she too leaves the room.
Heechul really is in the bathroom, sitting on the lid of the toilet, hand between her legs, underwear on the floor. "Fuck you," she gasps as Hankyung comes in and locks the door behind her. She turns back, grinning, and Heechul practically whimpers as Hankyung gets down on the floor and crawls towards her. "I cannot believe you did that," she whines, Hankyung lifting her leg over her shoulder and pushing Heechul's hands away.
"I figured it was better than the film," says Hankyung, nudging at her stomach with her nose and then dipping her head down, Heechul's fingers twisting almost painfully in her hair. Heechul is so close, so on edge, that's it's not long before Hankyung's tongue coaxes her to orgasm, head tipped back as she cries out Hankyung's name, just less than a scream. Hankyung kisses her thigh as she gasps for breath and then sits back against the bathtub, aching for release. She pushes her pajama bottoms and cotton panties out of the way and then Heechul straddles her waist, hand reaching back to push two fingers inside of her roughly, fingernails dragging, then pulling back out. Twice is all it takes for Hankyung to come, muscles contracting around Heechul's fingers as she crushes their mouths together to muffle the way she wants to moan out Heechul's name.
Heechul wipes her hand against one of the towels on the rack and then sits back down on Hankyung's lap, effictively stopping Hankyung from getting dressed. "Do you think they heard that?" she murmurs, dipping her head down to press soft, languid kisses to Hankyung's throat.
"Probably," says Hankyung, hands against Heechul's ass, ruined red silk still on the floor a little way from them.
Heechul pulls the bottom of Hankyung's tank top upwards and over her head, tossing it to the side, and her mouth moves, open and obscene, against her collarbone. "I guess there's no real hurry to get back, then," she says, muffled slightly, and she swathes her tongue across Hankyung's nipple.
"No," chokes Hankyung, as Heechul's fingers rub confidently against her, teasing her clit. "I don't suppose there is."
Heechul's smirk against her stomach is positively wicked.