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snsd, sunny/yuri; nc-17; 923 words
originally posted here
Yuri feels the air leave her lungs when Sunny shoves her onto the bed. The girl's on her a moment later, sitting on top of her hips and pinning her wrists down. "Sunny," Yuri tries to say, but Sunny leans forward and presses their mouths together before she can get it out. It's less of a kiss than it is a show of force, all teeth and tongue and lips left red. Yuri lets Sunny do what she wants, just like she always does, and Sunny pulls back once she's satisfied Yuri knows her place. She pushes Yuri's wrists down hard against the mattress, then lets go. Yuri obediently keeps her hands where they are as Sunny unbuttons her shirt and pulls it open to reveal a lacy blue bra-Yuri's favorite. "You think you're so pretty, don't you," she murmurs, drawing a line down Yuri's sternum until her finger hits the clasp between her breasts. Yuri stays quiet. Sunny twists her bra apart with deft hands and pushes the cups away so Yuri's chest is exposed to the open air. Yuri shivers and arches up into Sunny, knitting her fingers together above her head to keep from touching Sunny. "You act all humble," Sunny continues, "but I see through it. You love the attention." Yuri moans when Sunny rolls a nipple between her fingers. "Don't you?"
Yuri doesn't answer, too distracted by the pinching around her nipple, and a moment later Sunny delivers a hard slap to the opposite breast. Yuri shrieks and instinctively tries to pull away, but Sunny's already pushing her back down with both palms on her chest. "I said," she repeats, calm as ever, "you love the attention, don't you, Yuri?"
"Yes," Yuri gasps.
Sunny's hand returns to her reddened breast but it's gentle this time, soothing. "Good girl," Sunny purrs. "Just don't lie to me and everything will be okay." She strokes down Yuri's side to trace a light scar on her hip, and Yuri shivers. "You're proud of this body," she says, almost thoughtfully. "And you should be. You've worked so hard to get it." Her hand lashes out faster than Yuri's eyes can follow and strikes her other breast. "Why then, I wonder, do you enjoy it so much when I hurt you?" Yuri bites back a sob of pain when Sunny twists her nipple cruelly and squirms underneath her. "I think it's because you want to be hurt," Sunny tells her, voice low and quiet. "That's it, isn't it. You work out and eat healthy and push yourself so people will look at you and want to bring you down."
"No," Yuri whispers. She cries out when Sunny's palm lands hard against her chest, adding another layer of red.
"Yes," Sunny corrects. "If I were wrong, you wouldn't be so wet." And it's true-Yuri's soaking through her panties, and she knows that Sunny knows. "My fingers would go in so easily right now, wouldn't they?" Sunny tilts her head, a smile playing around her lips. "I wonder if you could take my whole fist." Yuri swallows hard at that, but Sunny shakes her head and slaps her again. Yuri's nails dig into her palm. "Maybe some other time."
Yuri's clit pulses in time with each hit, a loud thwack! reverberating around the room every time Sunny's hand lands on her. She moans when Sunny smirks and begs when Sunny tells her to and holds her breath when Sunny's nails rake down her chest. She wants desperately to touch herself, but whenever she so much as shifts her arms Sunny glares and slaps her again. Yuri bites down on her lower lip to keep from saying anything when Sunny's fingers slide over her sore breasts, tracing the edges of her aereolae and flicking at her nipples. "You've got such pretty tits," Sunny murmurs. Yuri watches as Sunny moves a hand to grind against herself through her skirt and swallows hard. "It's a shame I can't take you out and show them off." She leans down and presses her mouth to the slope of Yuri's breast, then sucks hard. Yuri gasps when Sunny's teeth scrape over the skin, and when Sunny finally pulls back a minute later, there's a dark red bruise already blossoming on her chest. It's low enough that it won't be revealed by their costumes, but wardrobe malfunctions are always a possibility. Yuri feels a guilty thrill at the idea of her shirt ripping and revealing the mark to everyone. "There," Sunny says, satisfied. She scoots a little higher on Yuri's hips and raises her arm again, and Yuri comes when the heel of her hand lands squarely on the hickey.
Sunny works her fingers into the bruise while Yuri's hips buck, her entire body jerking. Yuri whimpers when the pain finally registers, and Sunny steadies herself on with a hand Yuri's ribs as the one between her legs starts moving faster. She sighs a few moments later, her shoulders slumping and her eyelashes fluttering against her cheek, and Yuri tentatively reaches for her. She winces when Sunny folds herself down into Yuri's chest but doesn't say anything, just strokes a hand through her hair. Sunny curls into her side and presses a kiss to her neck as an arm slides around Yuri's waist. In the morning, she will rub ointment into Yuri's skin while Yuri lets three arnica tablets dissolve under her tongue, but for now they're content to lay there together until their breathing evens out and everything goes dark.
snsd, taeyeon/various (including taeyeon/tiffany and taeyeon/sunny); r; 568 words
originally posted here
It starts with Eunhee, the girl who always sits next to her in Sunday School. She's a year older and more beautiful than Taeyeon could ever dream of being, long black hair falling straight down her back and cheekbones so high she almost looks foreign. She's always sweet to Taeyeon, treats her like a chingu instead of a dongsaeng, and Taeyeon feels guilty when she pushes a pillow between her legs. She wonders what it would be like to kiss Eunhee and feel that hair slipping through her fingers, and it's to the thought of Eunhee's mouth on her neck that Taeyeon shudders and bites her lip so hard that it bleeds.
Next is Misun, who joins SME at the same time that Taeyeon does. Taeyeon watches her carefully for three months, observing the hesitant way she carries herself and the way her voice falters up the scales. When she slides a hand between her thighs, she lets herself imagine for a few minutes that she's touching Misun and Misun's touching her. Then her cheeks flush, and she snatches her hand away and sits on it instead. She makes a deliberate effort not to look at Misun in the showers the next day-not that it matters, because Misun ends up dropping out a few weeks later anyway.
Then, of course, is Tiffany. The one that got away, the one that Taeyeon will never really be over. Tiffany is the first girl Taeyeon kisses, drunk off cheap beer and the feel of Tiffany's hand in hers. Tiffany pulls away and laughs it off, but when they get back to the dorms Taeyeon heads straight to her room and hikes her skirt up around her hips. She pushes her underwear down her thighs and goes to work, wet fingers and slick skin until she throws her head back and moans. If Tiffany heard her, she never says, and the night turns into the sort of half-remembered story they tell when the nine of them have a campout in the living room. It isn't the last time Taeyeon will get off thinking of Tiffany, but she never lets herself be so obvious again. No orgasm is worth that kind of pain.
Once there's a fan. Taeyeon doesn't remember her face or the name she'd screamed as they were whisked past into the van, but she does remember a low-cut dress and long, pale legs. Taeyeon comes imagining those thighs wrapped around her waist and nails digging into her scalp and doesn't answer when Seohyun asks why she's so flushed: turns out that all Taeyeon needs is a bumpy road and her legs crossed just the right way. Huh, she thinks, a little smug. Good to know.
Unsurprisingly, Sunny is next. It's rather inevitable given her fondness for short skirts and bralessness around the dorm. The surprising part comes when Sunny smirks at her over breakfast the next morning-Taeyeon had thought she was asleep, had tried to be extra-quiet just in case, but there Sunny is, bending over more than necessary and giving Taeyeon a conspiratorial wink. Taeyeon trusts her not to tell, and before long it becomes a game between them, to see who can have the most fun in the dark of their room. It's their little secret, and as she watches Sunny shimmy her way over to Hyoyeon, Taeyeon can't bring herself to regret any of it.
dbsk, yunho/jaejoong; pg; 685 words
originally posted here
"Fuck," Jaejoong hears as he drifts out of sleep. "Shit, fuck!"
"Yunho?" he asks, sitting up a little and squinting blearily through the dark. "What's going on?"
"What," Yunho says, "the hell am I doing here?"
Jaejoong blinks. "Um. I don't know?" He fumbles for the lamp on his nightstand. When he turns it on, Yunho's standing in front of him in an old sweatshirt and pajama pants. "How did you get here?"
"I don't know!" Yunho pushes a hand through his hair. "I was in bed trying to go to sleep, and then I turned over and accidentally rolled off the mattress, but when I hit the floor, it was your floor." He looks like he's about to cry.
"Okay," Jaejoong says, "okay, come here." He grabs his cell phone and offers it to Yunho. "You can call your manager and have him come pick you up, alright? And we won't tell anyone about this."
Yunho nods and takes the phone with shaky fingers. "I'm sorry," he says while the phone rings. "I didn't mean to-oh, hi, it's um. It's Yunho."
Jaejoong rubs at his eyes while Yunho paces around the room, then glances at the clock. 4AM. He'd have to be up in an hour anyway. At least now he'll definitely have time for coffee.
"Thanks," Yunho says, and Jaejoong looks up to see Yunho holding his phone out to him.
"No problem." Jaejoong clears his throat. "So, um. Are you hungry at all?" Yunho nods, a little hesitant, and Jaejoong slides out from under the covers. Belatedly, he remembers that he'd gone to bed shirtless-Yunho averts his eyes, and Jaejoong pulls on the nearest clean tshirt. He isn't used to feeling this awkward, but it's undeniably strange having Yunho in his new apartment. He steps on all the squeaky floorboards and bangs his elbow on the wall, things that Jaejoong learned to avoid after a month of doing the same. The space feels cramped with him here, even though it fits Yoochun and Junsu and their manager just fine when they all come over for drinks. He'd forgotten how much room Yunho takes up. Has always taken up. Fuck.
He ends up sitting across the table from Yunho while he eats Jaejoong's leftover jajangmyeon, nervously drumming his fingers on his thigh. Finally, he asks, "So how are you doing?"
"Good," Yunho answers, looping a noodle around his chopsticks.
"And, um. Changmin?"
Yunho gives a lopsided smile. "He's okay. What about you guys?"
"We're good, I guess." Jaejoong bites the inside of his cheek.
They avoid meeting each other's eyes for a few long moments, until Yunho coughs and says, "I was thinking about you, you know."
Jaejoong's eyebrows knit together. "What?"
"When I fell out of the bed." Yunho shrugs. "There was a group of fans yelling something about you when I got into the van after the radio show we did today, and…I don't know, it just stuck in my mind, I guess."
"So, what, you transported yourself here?" Jaejoong had meant it as a joke, but they stare at each other across the table instead of laughing.
"Yeah," Yunho realizes. "Yeah, I did."
"Well, shit," Jaejoong says. "Where the fuck are my superpowers?"
"We told you not to go," Yunho says, and Jaejoong starts laughing because of course leaving SME means that he missed out on this, of course it did, and he knows he should feel free now but he just feels jilted, and Yunho is laughing with him because how fucking ridiculous is this situation, and then they're both crying and, fuck, Jaejoong doesn't even know what's going on anymore.
"Do you know what this means?"
Jaejoong wipes at his eyes. "You and Changmin will have to wear spandex and fight crimes at night?"
Yunho laughs hoarsely. "It means I can come over whenever I want." He reaches over and takes Jaejoong's hand, and Jaejoong thinks that maybe it's okay if he doesn't get to fly or turn invisible or blow bubbles out of his ears, just as long as he can keep having this.
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snsd, sunny/yuri; nc-17; 923 words
originally posted here
Yuri feels the air leave her lungs when Sunny shoves her onto the bed. The girl's on her a moment later, sitting on top of her hips and pinning her wrists down. "Sunny," Yuri tries to say, but Sunny leans forward and presses their mouths together before she can get it out. It's less of a kiss than it is a show of force, all teeth and tongue and lips left red. Yuri lets Sunny do what she wants, just like she always does, and Sunny pulls back once she's satisfied Yuri knows her place. She pushes Yuri's wrists down hard against the mattress, then lets go. Yuri obediently keeps her hands where they are as Sunny unbuttons her shirt and pulls it open to reveal a lacy blue bra-Yuri's favorite. "You think you're so pretty, don't you," she murmurs, drawing a line down Yuri's sternum until her finger hits the clasp between her breasts. Yuri stays quiet. Sunny twists her bra apart with deft hands and pushes the cups away so Yuri's chest is exposed to the open air. Yuri shivers and arches up into Sunny, knitting her fingers together above her head to keep from touching Sunny. "You act all humble," Sunny continues, "but I see through it. You love the attention." Yuri moans when Sunny rolls a nipple between her fingers. "Don't you?"
Yuri doesn't answer, too distracted by the pinching around her nipple, and a moment later Sunny delivers a hard slap to the opposite breast. Yuri shrieks and instinctively tries to pull away, but Sunny's already pushing her back down with both palms on her chest. "I said," she repeats, calm as ever, "you love the attention, don't you, Yuri?"
"Yes," Yuri gasps.
Sunny's hand returns to her reddened breast but it's gentle this time, soothing. "Good girl," Sunny purrs. "Just don't lie to me and everything will be okay." She strokes down Yuri's side to trace a light scar on her hip, and Yuri shivers. "You're proud of this body," she says, almost thoughtfully. "And you should be. You've worked so hard to get it." Her hand lashes out faster than Yuri's eyes can follow and strikes her other breast. "Why then, I wonder, do you enjoy it so much when I hurt you?" Yuri bites back a sob of pain when Sunny twists her nipple cruelly and squirms underneath her. "I think it's because you want to be hurt," Sunny tells her, voice low and quiet. "That's it, isn't it. You work out and eat healthy and push yourself so people will look at you and want to bring you down."
"No," Yuri whispers. She cries out when Sunny's palm lands hard against her chest, adding another layer of red.
"Yes," Sunny corrects. "If I were wrong, you wouldn't be so wet." And it's true-Yuri's soaking through her panties, and she knows that Sunny knows. "My fingers would go in so easily right now, wouldn't they?" Sunny tilts her head, a smile playing around her lips. "I wonder if you could take my whole fist." Yuri swallows hard at that, but Sunny shakes her head and slaps her again. Yuri's nails dig into her palm. "Maybe some other time."
Yuri's clit pulses in time with each hit, a loud thwack! reverberating around the room every time Sunny's hand lands on her. She moans when Sunny smirks and begs when Sunny tells her to and holds her breath when Sunny's nails rake down her chest. She wants desperately to touch herself, but whenever she so much as shifts her arms Sunny glares and slaps her again. Yuri bites down on her lower lip to keep from saying anything when Sunny's fingers slide over her sore breasts, tracing the edges of her aereolae and flicking at her nipples. "You've got such pretty tits," Sunny murmurs. Yuri watches as Sunny moves a hand to grind against herself through her skirt and swallows hard. "It's a shame I can't take you out and show them off." She leans down and presses her mouth to the slope of Yuri's breast, then sucks hard. Yuri gasps when Sunny's teeth scrape over the skin, and when Sunny finally pulls back a minute later, there's a dark red bruise already blossoming on her chest. It's low enough that it won't be revealed by their costumes, but wardrobe malfunctions are always a possibility. Yuri feels a guilty thrill at the idea of her shirt ripping and revealing the mark to everyone. "There," Sunny says, satisfied. She scoots a little higher on Yuri's hips and raises her arm again, and Yuri comes when the heel of her hand lands squarely on the hickey.
Sunny works her fingers into the bruise while Yuri's hips buck, her entire body jerking. Yuri whimpers when the pain finally registers, and Sunny steadies herself on with a hand Yuri's ribs as the one between her legs starts moving faster. She sighs a few moments later, her shoulders slumping and her eyelashes fluttering against her cheek, and Yuri tentatively reaches for her. She winces when Sunny folds herself down into Yuri's chest but doesn't say anything, just strokes a hand through her hair. Sunny curls into her side and presses a kiss to her neck as an arm slides around Yuri's waist. In the morning, she will rub ointment into Yuri's skin while Yuri lets three arnica tablets dissolve under her tongue, but for now they're content to lay there together until their breathing evens out and everything goes dark.
snsd, taeyeon/various (including taeyeon/tiffany and taeyeon/sunny); r; 568 words
originally posted here
It starts with Eunhee, the girl who always sits next to her in Sunday School. She's a year older and more beautiful than Taeyeon could ever dream of being, long black hair falling straight down her back and cheekbones so high she almost looks foreign. She's always sweet to Taeyeon, treats her like a chingu instead of a dongsaeng, and Taeyeon feels guilty when she pushes a pillow between her legs. She wonders what it would be like to kiss Eunhee and feel that hair slipping through her fingers, and it's to the thought of Eunhee's mouth on her neck that Taeyeon shudders and bites her lip so hard that it bleeds.
Next is Misun, who joins SME at the same time that Taeyeon does. Taeyeon watches her carefully for three months, observing the hesitant way she carries herself and the way her voice falters up the scales. When she slides a hand between her thighs, she lets herself imagine for a few minutes that she's touching Misun and Misun's touching her. Then her cheeks flush, and she snatches her hand away and sits on it instead. She makes a deliberate effort not to look at Misun in the showers the next day-not that it matters, because Misun ends up dropping out a few weeks later anyway.
Then, of course, is Tiffany. The one that got away, the one that Taeyeon will never really be over. Tiffany is the first girl Taeyeon kisses, drunk off cheap beer and the feel of Tiffany's hand in hers. Tiffany pulls away and laughs it off, but when they get back to the dorms Taeyeon heads straight to her room and hikes her skirt up around her hips. She pushes her underwear down her thighs and goes to work, wet fingers and slick skin until she throws her head back and moans. If Tiffany heard her, she never says, and the night turns into the sort of half-remembered story they tell when the nine of them have a campout in the living room. It isn't the last time Taeyeon will get off thinking of Tiffany, but she never lets herself be so obvious again. No orgasm is worth that kind of pain.
Once there's a fan. Taeyeon doesn't remember her face or the name she'd screamed as they were whisked past into the van, but she does remember a low-cut dress and long, pale legs. Taeyeon comes imagining those thighs wrapped around her waist and nails digging into her scalp and doesn't answer when Seohyun asks why she's so flushed: turns out that all Taeyeon needs is a bumpy road and her legs crossed just the right way. Huh, she thinks, a little smug. Good to know.
Unsurprisingly, Sunny is next. It's rather inevitable given her fondness for short skirts and bralessness around the dorm. The surprising part comes when Sunny smirks at her over breakfast the next morning-Taeyeon had thought she was asleep, had tried to be extra-quiet just in case, but there Sunny is, bending over more than necessary and giving Taeyeon a conspiratorial wink. Taeyeon trusts her not to tell, and before long it becomes a game between them, to see who can have the most fun in the dark of their room. It's their little secret, and as she watches Sunny shimmy her way over to Hyoyeon, Taeyeon can't bring herself to regret any of it.
dbsk, yunho/jaejoong; pg; 685 words
originally posted here
"Fuck," Jaejoong hears as he drifts out of sleep. "Shit, fuck!"
"Yunho?" he asks, sitting up a little and squinting blearily through the dark. "What's going on?"
"What," Yunho says, "the hell am I doing here?"
Jaejoong blinks. "Um. I don't know?" He fumbles for the lamp on his nightstand. When he turns it on, Yunho's standing in front of him in an old sweatshirt and pajama pants. "How did you get here?"
"I don't know!" Yunho pushes a hand through his hair. "I was in bed trying to go to sleep, and then I turned over and accidentally rolled off the mattress, but when I hit the floor, it was your floor." He looks like he's about to cry.
"Okay," Jaejoong says, "okay, come here." He grabs his cell phone and offers it to Yunho. "You can call your manager and have him come pick you up, alright? And we won't tell anyone about this."
Yunho nods and takes the phone with shaky fingers. "I'm sorry," he says while the phone rings. "I didn't mean to-oh, hi, it's um. It's Yunho."
Jaejoong rubs at his eyes while Yunho paces around the room, then glances at the clock. 4AM. He'd have to be up in an hour anyway. At least now he'll definitely have time for coffee.
"Thanks," Yunho says, and Jaejoong looks up to see Yunho holding his phone out to him.
"No problem." Jaejoong clears his throat. "So, um. Are you hungry at all?" Yunho nods, a little hesitant, and Jaejoong slides out from under the covers. Belatedly, he remembers that he'd gone to bed shirtless-Yunho averts his eyes, and Jaejoong pulls on the nearest clean tshirt. He isn't used to feeling this awkward, but it's undeniably strange having Yunho in his new apartment. He steps on all the squeaky floorboards and bangs his elbow on the wall, things that Jaejoong learned to avoid after a month of doing the same. The space feels cramped with him here, even though it fits Yoochun and Junsu and their manager just fine when they all come over for drinks. He'd forgotten how much room Yunho takes up. Has always taken up. Fuck.
He ends up sitting across the table from Yunho while he eats Jaejoong's leftover jajangmyeon, nervously drumming his fingers on his thigh. Finally, he asks, "So how are you doing?"
"Good," Yunho answers, looping a noodle around his chopsticks.
"And, um. Changmin?"
Yunho gives a lopsided smile. "He's okay. What about you guys?"
"We're good, I guess." Jaejoong bites the inside of his cheek.
They avoid meeting each other's eyes for a few long moments, until Yunho coughs and says, "I was thinking about you, you know."
Jaejoong's eyebrows knit together. "What?"
"When I fell out of the bed." Yunho shrugs. "There was a group of fans yelling something about you when I got into the van after the radio show we did today, and…I don't know, it just stuck in my mind, I guess."
"So, what, you transported yourself here?" Jaejoong had meant it as a joke, but they stare at each other across the table instead of laughing.
"Yeah," Yunho realizes. "Yeah, I did."
"Well, shit," Jaejoong says. "Where the fuck are my superpowers?"
"We told you not to go," Yunho says, and Jaejoong starts laughing because of course leaving SME means that he missed out on this, of course it did, and he knows he should feel free now but he just feels jilted, and Yunho is laughing with him because how fucking ridiculous is this situation, and then they're both crying and, fuck, Jaejoong doesn't even know what's going on anymore.
"Do you know what this means?"
Jaejoong wipes at his eyes. "You and Changmin will have to wear spandex and fight crimes at night?"
Yunho laughs hoarsely. "It means I can come over whenever I want." He reaches over and takes Jaejoong's hand, and Jaejoong thinks that maybe it's okay if he doesn't get to fly or turn invisible or blow bubbles out of his ears, just as long as he can keep having this.
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