➤ 015
kpfm 9.0
untitled; snsd, jessica/sunny; nc-17; 717 words
originally posted here
"no matter what you're doing, make sure you always have a smile on your face," their first manager had told them as they were getting ready to debut. "you can do other expressions, too, depending on the concept, but you should always look friendly, like you're inviting the audience to come over and talk to you."
jessica always thought it was bullshit. sunny, on the other hand, seems to have taken it to heart. her lips are curved up even as jessica pushes her up against the wall and shoves her hand down sunny's shorts. they're tight, but jessica can feel dampness on her fingertips.
"aren't you worried we'll be caught?" sunny asks, voice innocent even as jessica tugs her shorts off her hips.
"no," jessica says flatly. this practice room is one of the older ones that nobody uses, so it's not likely that someone would come in here. and besides, she really couldn't care less if someone saw them. it's not like the boys don't do this all the time anyway. jessica wants sunny, and she's going to have her, dammit.
sunny makes a happy little noise when jessica's fingers graze her clit and hooks a leg around her waist. "you're so good at this, sica," she murmurs. jessica presses two fingers against her center and bites at the tendons in sunny's neck when she tilts her head back. the edge of the heel on sunny's shoe is digging into jessica's spine, so she arches her back to get away from it. sunny looks down at where their breasts are pressed together and giggles, reaching up to pull jessica closer. "don't tell the others i said this," she mentions conversationally, "but you've got the best tits in the group. after me, of course." jessica rolls her eyes but leans back to let sunny's hands slide up her shirt all the same. her fingers are cold when they slip under her bra, and jessica's nipples stiffen at the first touch. sunny knows exactly how to handle her, pinching and rolling them between her fingertips, and jessica's pretty much given up hope on salvaging her panties at this point. she pushes aside the lacy fabric between them and works a finger into sunny in revenge. sunny moans and squeezes harder, and fuck, jessica had no idea she was this sensitive. maybe it's just sunny.
sunny whimpers when jessica slides another finger inside. she tilts her hand so she can press her thumb into sunny's clit, and sunny cries out. her cunt is hot and wet and so tight that jessica's not sure she can move her fingers at all. she tries it anyway, and she hits something that makes sunny gasp. "oh god, sica, please," she groans, and the smile is gone now, replaced by sunny's teeth digging into her bottom lip so hard that the skin's gone white. jessica leans in and tugs at it until sunny lets go, then kisses her hard, her tongue sweeping the inside of sunny's mouth. one of sunny's hands moves from her chest to her back, nails digging into the soft flesh next to her spine. jessica straddles her thigh and grinds down so the seam of her own shorts is rubbing against her clit. "you close?"
"yes," sunny manages from between clenched teeth. her thighs are trembling around jessica's hand. she curves her arm around sunny's back to support her, then leans down and bites at her nipple. it can't hurt much, the fabrics of her tshirt and bra combined aren't thin enough for that, but sunny gasps anyway. her hips move restlessly, seeking friction, and jessica gives it to her, pumps her fingers in and out until her wrist is sore with the effort. it's worth it when sunny moans and comes all over her hand. jessica backs off a little, gently easing her through the aftershocks. she pulls her hand back when sunny finally stops shaking and wipes it on her jeans, making a face at how wrinkled her fingers are. sunny grins at her, her careful curls now a disheveled mess. "you know, it would have been much sexier if you'd licked that off instead."
"yeah?" jessica leans in and presses a kiss to sunny's jaw, mouth just below her ear. "why don't you show me?"
everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it; snsd, sunny/yoona; pg-13; 266 words
originally posted here
yoona slides her hand over the curve of sunny's back, fingertips rolling over the bumps of her spine. "you're so sexy, unnie," she sighs. "i'm jealous."
sunny hums and flips the page of her magazine. "you're sexy, too, you know."
yoona shakes her head. "i'm pretty, not sexy."
"you're pretty sexy," sunny jokes as she rolls onto her back to look up at yoona. her shirt is stretched tight across her chest. yoona looks away when she realizes that she isn't wearing a bra. "what is this about?"
yoona shrugs. "nothing really."
"oh, come on." sunny sits up, hands automatically going to her hair to smooth it into place. "you can tell me."
"it's nothing," yoona insists. sunny's breasts shake when she drops her hands to her lap. "i was just making an observation."
"well, i think you're fucking hot," sunny declares. she's good at keeping a straight face, but the quirk of her eyebrow means she's laughing at herself.
yoona rolls her eyes because she's supposed to and says, "yeah, okay, unnie."
"no, for real," and sunny is sliding forward on the bed towards yoona and her mouth is six inches away from yoona's and her delicate floral perfume is making yoona's nose itch. her hand is on yoona's thigh. "you're gorgeous," she whispers.
yoona stares at her so long that her eyes water. then sunny laughs and sits back, her legs folded beneath her, and yoona can breathe again. "seriously, though, yoona," sunny says, and there's no quirk in her eyebrow now, "i can give you sexy lessons."
"…yeah." yoona licks her lips. "okay."
big damn heroes; snsd, homoerotic gen; pg; 364 words
written for this prompt and originally posted here
yoona can barely breathe in this outfit. the leather is tight around her chest, flattening her lungs so she has to take short, quick breaths. her ribs expand uncomfortably against the thick seams, and she shifts when a drop of sweat rolls down her back. "this is the worst concept ever," she mutters to yuri.
"i dunno, i kind of like it," yuri says absently, staring at hyoyeon's ass.
yoona huffs and jostles her. "unnie, i'm dying," she complains. "it's so hot in this."
yuri hums in agreement as her eyes slide down the long line of hyoyeon's ponytail. "yeah…you know, i think hyoyeon might have some water, i'm going to go ask."
yoona watches her get hyoyeon's attention by winding a curl around her finger and rolls her eyes. she turns to go find seohyun (if anyone's got water, it'll be her) and finds jessica standing behind her, staring into her cleavage with a frown. "uh. unnie?"
"i think my boobs are getting bigger," jessica says, her voice a little muffled. "do they look bigger to you?"
yoona blinks and looks at where jessica's breasts are pushed up past the leather, faintly damp with sweat. "i, um…i guess so?"
jessica blows air out her nose in an angry snort and yanks at her neckline. "i don't know why else they'd be so squished. god, this concept sucks."
"speak for yourself," sunny sing-songs as she struts over. "i'm the hottest superhero ever."
"no, you're a porno waiting to happen. besides, do you know how hard it would be to fight evil in four-inch heels?" jessica counters practically, still fidgeting with her zipper.
yoona laughs, and sunny tosses her hair over her shoulder. "supervillains would be too scared to fight me. i'd just show up and they'd be running for the hills."
"i dunno," sooyoung says as she comes up from behind jessica. "i think i'd be running towards you." the two of them leer at each other for a moment before they break down into giggles, and then the director's calling them back to the set.
jessica sighs and links her arm with yoona's. "come on, then. can't let the world down."
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untitled; snsd, jessica/sunny; nc-17; 717 words
originally posted here
"no matter what you're doing, make sure you always have a smile on your face," their first manager had told them as they were getting ready to debut. "you can do other expressions, too, depending on the concept, but you should always look friendly, like you're inviting the audience to come over and talk to you."
jessica always thought it was bullshit. sunny, on the other hand, seems to have taken it to heart. her lips are curved up even as jessica pushes her up against the wall and shoves her hand down sunny's shorts. they're tight, but jessica can feel dampness on her fingertips.
"aren't you worried we'll be caught?" sunny asks, voice innocent even as jessica tugs her shorts off her hips.
"no," jessica says flatly. this practice room is one of the older ones that nobody uses, so it's not likely that someone would come in here. and besides, she really couldn't care less if someone saw them. it's not like the boys don't do this all the time anyway. jessica wants sunny, and she's going to have her, dammit.
sunny makes a happy little noise when jessica's fingers graze her clit and hooks a leg around her waist. "you're so good at this, sica," she murmurs. jessica presses two fingers against her center and bites at the tendons in sunny's neck when she tilts her head back. the edge of the heel on sunny's shoe is digging into jessica's spine, so she arches her back to get away from it. sunny looks down at where their breasts are pressed together and giggles, reaching up to pull jessica closer. "don't tell the others i said this," she mentions conversationally, "but you've got the best tits in the group. after me, of course." jessica rolls her eyes but leans back to let sunny's hands slide up her shirt all the same. her fingers are cold when they slip under her bra, and jessica's nipples stiffen at the first touch. sunny knows exactly how to handle her, pinching and rolling them between her fingertips, and jessica's pretty much given up hope on salvaging her panties at this point. she pushes aside the lacy fabric between them and works a finger into sunny in revenge. sunny moans and squeezes harder, and fuck, jessica had no idea she was this sensitive. maybe it's just sunny.
sunny whimpers when jessica slides another finger inside. she tilts her hand so she can press her thumb into sunny's clit, and sunny cries out. her cunt is hot and wet and so tight that jessica's not sure she can move her fingers at all. she tries it anyway, and she hits something that makes sunny gasp. "oh god, sica, please," she groans, and the smile is gone now, replaced by sunny's teeth digging into her bottom lip so hard that the skin's gone white. jessica leans in and tugs at it until sunny lets go, then kisses her hard, her tongue sweeping the inside of sunny's mouth. one of sunny's hands moves from her chest to her back, nails digging into the soft flesh next to her spine. jessica straddles her thigh and grinds down so the seam of her own shorts is rubbing against her clit. "you close?"
"yes," sunny manages from between clenched teeth. her thighs are trembling around jessica's hand. she curves her arm around sunny's back to support her, then leans down and bites at her nipple. it can't hurt much, the fabrics of her tshirt and bra combined aren't thin enough for that, but sunny gasps anyway. her hips move restlessly, seeking friction, and jessica gives it to her, pumps her fingers in and out until her wrist is sore with the effort. it's worth it when sunny moans and comes all over her hand. jessica backs off a little, gently easing her through the aftershocks. she pulls her hand back when sunny finally stops shaking and wipes it on her jeans, making a face at how wrinkled her fingers are. sunny grins at her, her careful curls now a disheveled mess. "you know, it would have been much sexier if you'd licked that off instead."
"yeah?" jessica leans in and presses a kiss to sunny's jaw, mouth just below her ear. "why don't you show me?"
everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it; snsd, sunny/yoona; pg-13; 266 words
originally posted here
yoona slides her hand over the curve of sunny's back, fingertips rolling over the bumps of her spine. "you're so sexy, unnie," she sighs. "i'm jealous."
sunny hums and flips the page of her magazine. "you're sexy, too, you know."
yoona shakes her head. "i'm pretty, not sexy."
"you're pretty sexy," sunny jokes as she rolls onto her back to look up at yoona. her shirt is stretched tight across her chest. yoona looks away when she realizes that she isn't wearing a bra. "what is this about?"
yoona shrugs. "nothing really."
"oh, come on." sunny sits up, hands automatically going to her hair to smooth it into place. "you can tell me."
"it's nothing," yoona insists. sunny's breasts shake when she drops her hands to her lap. "i was just making an observation."
"well, i think you're fucking hot," sunny declares. she's good at keeping a straight face, but the quirk of her eyebrow means she's laughing at herself.
yoona rolls her eyes because she's supposed to and says, "yeah, okay, unnie."
"no, for real," and sunny is sliding forward on the bed towards yoona and her mouth is six inches away from yoona's and her delicate floral perfume is making yoona's nose itch. her hand is on yoona's thigh. "you're gorgeous," she whispers.
yoona stares at her so long that her eyes water. then sunny laughs and sits back, her legs folded beneath her, and yoona can breathe again. "seriously, though, yoona," sunny says, and there's no quirk in her eyebrow now, "i can give you sexy lessons."
"…yeah." yoona licks her lips. "okay."
big damn heroes; snsd, homoerotic gen; pg; 364 words
written for this prompt and originally posted here
yoona can barely breathe in this outfit. the leather is tight around her chest, flattening her lungs so she has to take short, quick breaths. her ribs expand uncomfortably against the thick seams, and she shifts when a drop of sweat rolls down her back. "this is the worst concept ever," she mutters to yuri.
"i dunno, i kind of like it," yuri says absently, staring at hyoyeon's ass.
yoona huffs and jostles her. "unnie, i'm dying," she complains. "it's so hot in this."
yuri hums in agreement as her eyes slide down the long line of hyoyeon's ponytail. "yeah…you know, i think hyoyeon might have some water, i'm going to go ask."
yoona watches her get hyoyeon's attention by winding a curl around her finger and rolls her eyes. she turns to go find seohyun (if anyone's got water, it'll be her) and finds jessica standing behind her, staring into her cleavage with a frown. "uh. unnie?"
"i think my boobs are getting bigger," jessica says, her voice a little muffled. "do they look bigger to you?"
yoona blinks and looks at where jessica's breasts are pushed up past the leather, faintly damp with sweat. "i, um…i guess so?"
jessica blows air out her nose in an angry snort and yanks at her neckline. "i don't know why else they'd be so squished. god, this concept sucks."
"speak for yourself," sunny sing-songs as she struts over. "i'm the hottest superhero ever."
"no, you're a porno waiting to happen. besides, do you know how hard it would be to fight evil in four-inch heels?" jessica counters practically, still fidgeting with her zipper.
yoona laughs, and sunny tosses her hair over her shoulder. "supervillains would be too scared to fight me. i'd just show up and they'd be running for the hills."
"i dunno," sooyoung says as she comes up from behind jessica. "i think i'd be running towards you." the two of them leer at each other for a moment before they break down into giggles, and then the director's calling them back to the set.
jessica sighs and links her arm with yoona's. "come on, then. can't let the world down."
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