My Baby (Fluff version) Parts IV-V
Title: My Baby (Fluff version)
Author: miss2l
Pairing(s): KyuSung
Rating: PG-15 (to be safe cuz I could just be a really perverted child)
Warning: (not so) Brief sexual mentionings and language. Awkward themes…? Mention of non-con. Mentions of certain sexual kinks. Does the fact that this is a really, really long 5 part plotless piece of crap count as a warning? I don’t know if its actual fluff, does that count too?
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: You don't want to know what I would do to these boys if I owned them
Summary: Because his Hyung is his baby, his to spoil and pamper.
A/N: All parts can be read separately but Part II and Part IV are slightly connected. Part IV can be read without Part II but it might be a bit more ambiguous. They aren’t necessarily in chronological order. This is Part IV-V, Parts I-III have been posted in a different post.
Fluff: [Intro][1][2][3][4][5]
Smut: [6][7.1][7.2]
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PART IV. Masquerade Masks
Summary: No matter what kind of mask he hides behind, his boyfriend will always see through it.
“Sungie…? I’m home…” Kyuhyun called out as he entered their dorm.
He knew his Hyung had finished his schedule approximately an hour ago so he was probably home already. Ryeowook and Sungmin were still out for some joint schedule and Eunhyuk was over at the other dorm, probably trying to sneak in some private time with the band’s fish before Teukie-umma sent them to bed. So why wasn’t his boyfriend answering? It was obviously empty enough for him to hear Kyuhyun’s call even if he was at the other end of the dorm.
The maknae padded lazily across the living room, too brain dead to register anything suspiscious, yawning slightly. It was just before midnight and he’d had a long day. He’s sure that once he saw Yesung’s smiling face he’d perk up and find the energy to sneak in a few good fucks with the older man tonight but first food. He was starving, lunch was terrible so he barely touched it and he’d been too busy shoving his tongue in his lover’s mouth to have a decent breakfast. He still had the faint taste of coffee on his tongue, which had lingered for the whole day, bugging him because he didn’t particularly enjoy the bitter drink. Well, it was his fault for probing his Hyung’s mouth for more than ten minutes, only breaking for very short breaths.
Kyuhyun couldn’t help but smile at the recent memory. Every moment spent with the elder was a good memory, he noted. Any sort of skinship, no matter the intimacy, was just a very big plus. He threw the fridge open and grabbing the plate full of cold sandwiches that had been lovingly made by their eternal maknae. Being the caring boy Ryeowook was, he made sure to leave a note, cheeky yet still as cute as usual.
“I know you were too busy making out with Yesung-hyung so I made you these. Enjoy! I bet they aren’t as tasty as Hyung is to you but I tried to make them yummy. - ^^ Wookie.”
And of course it was addressed to Kyuhyun. Who else would be making out with his boyfriend? Chuckling him to himself he chomped the first sandwich down, not caring that it was cold. He was too hungry to care. After finishing the snacks in record time, he finally felt like he wasn’t going to fall off his feet from being famished.
Going to place his plate in sink to be washed by whoever was on dish washing duty, he noticed the sink was empty. Okay… Yesung had arrived home earlier so he must’ve eaten right? So where was his plate? For one, he wasn’t on dish washing duty. He had his lover’s chore schedule memorized. And second, even if the smaller male had a bad habit of doing chores he wasn’t on duty for, he hadn’t placed the plate on drying rack. They didn’t have a dish washer so it couldn’t have been there and Yesung was always too forgetful to come back and put back his dry dish in the cabinet.
This was very, very strange.
“Hyung…?” Kyuhyun asked throughout their dark dorm, his brain finally full functioning due to worry. He had only turned on the kitchen light, but it was light enough to see that all their bedrooms had no lights on - the doors open. Even if his boyfriend had hit the hay early, and he wouldn’t because he always made sure to wait up, he hated to sleep with his door open. He always, always closed it. Locking it when they were doing something private. Kyuhyun’s worries sky rocketed, his voice raising, “Sungie, where are you?” He knew he must’ve sounded panicked because he clearly was, “Baby, answer me! Where are you?”
Then he heard it. A slight noise coming from the bathroom that was around the corner. How could he be so stupid? Getting all riled up for nothing. He rushed over, definitely too overcome with emotions to care. He knocked lightly against the door to notify the one inside, feeling relief washing over him when he saw the light feeding through the bottom.
“Sungie baby, it’s me. I’m coming in.” Kyuhyun tried to open the door but found himself in a load of shock when he discovered it was locked. How could this be? This was their bathroom. Meaning only Kyuhyun and Yesung’s. And the elder knew full well how much the maknae enjoyed walking in on him when he was in the middle of a shower or bath to join him. It was an unspoken rule to never lock. Kyuhyun knocked again, slight urgency clear in his action, “Baby, what’s wrong? Open up.”
There was a prolonged silence and a few sounds of shallow breathing and feet against water drenched floor. Before Kyuhyun could run to his room to grab the spare key, Yesung opened the door a little too suddenly. His hair wet and matted against his head, clad in one of the long pajama tops Kyuhyun had allocated for him sleep in.
“S-Sorry, Kyu. I was in the bath.” Yesung smiled, before registering the panicked expression sewn onto Kyuhyun’s features, “Kyu, is something wrong? You look upset.” Yesung reached up to touch Kyuhyun’s face but the taller flinched away, opting instead to grab the older around the waist and hug him as tightly as possible, “Hey, are you okay?”
“Why are you asking me if I’m okay?” Kyuhyun shuddered, pressing his lips against his lover’s neck that was cold with bath water. He’d seen bloodshot eyes, terribly flushed cheeks and the skin around his eyes were swollen. All obvious signs pointing to the smaller man crying, “Are you okay, baby?”
“I’m fine, what’s with you?” Yesung said soothingly, stroking the maknae’s light golden brown hair. It was strange to be on the giving end of comfort for once but he didn’t mind at all.
“You locked. You never lock.” Kyuhyun said before squeezing Yesung even closer. The taller kept looking around, noticing little things that were all just so off. The bath was still draining meaning the elder had indeed taken a bath. But he never took a bath when Kyuhyun wasn’t home because the maknae would join. And the water was slightly milky so obviously his lover was in there for a very long time. Strange, because unless Kyuhyun was in there with him, Yesung kept his bath’s short and sweet to savour the warmth. And from the wetness he could feel from his boyfriend’s skin it was obvious the water wasn’t even warm. Yesung loved hot baths more than anything else and refused to take a bath unless it was steaming. “And when I got home you weren’t there and your plate wasn’t in the sink.”
“I ate dinner at my schedule. Promise. Manager-hyung bought it.” Yesung leaned close and pressed a swift kiss on Kyuhyun’s lips. But why did his mouth taste like mints? His lover always tasted like a bittersweet mix of vanilla and coffee not this plastic too sweet tasting shit. And he despised mints. He hated breath mints the most and yet there was an open packet of them lying on the sink. “And I took a bath straight away. I should’ve turned on the lights, sorry Kyu.”
“And why’re you so cold?” Kyuhyun hugged him closer, trying to warm up the little body in his arms that always seemed to be warm and yet was so cold right now. “You’re almost shivering, baby.”
Then he took a peek behind the boy to see a pile of wet clothes in the bin, clumped and drenched. Strange. Yesung always folded his clothes neatly before taking a shower or bath, leaving them completely dry by the sink or on the toilet seat. And the separate shower was wet meaning he’d used the shower and the bath? Even stranger. Who took both? Especially Yesung who always complained they were wasting water by spending so much time in the shower with the water running. Lying at the bottom of the shower was a cheap shower scrub they kept in the bathroom cabinet because Kyuhyun deemed it much too rough for Yesung’s creamy sensitive skin. Now that was really strange. Yesung himself said the scrub was too scratchy and they had a silent agreement to leave it in their cabinet never to be used again. And here it was, out and clearly used.
“You’re so cold.” Kyuhyun repeated, still trying to warm up the trembling elder. And then alarm bells rang off in his mind. The scrub? His eyes scanned the exposed skin of his lover’s thigh only to almost gasp at the sight. His lover’s usually smooth white legs were now red and raw. The surface was uneven and some places even had terrible scratch marks and Kyuhyun couldn’t tell if they were self inflicted or not. “What’s this?” He exclaimed grabbing one of his boyfriend’s legs by the knees to further inspect the damaged skin of his usually milky thigh. “Kim Yesung you better start explaining right now why your leg is like this.”
“Ow.” Yesung hissed softly, hoping the wince of pain wasn’t obvious. Having his leg wrenched up like that was certainly too sudden for his sore body. Too bad. Kyuhyun saw and was currently both fuming and absolutely baffled.
“Baby, tell me what’s wrong. Please tell me.” Kyuhyun pleaded as he let go of the elder’s leg to hold his face with both hands, “Why were you in the bath so long? Heck, why were you even in the bath? Why does it look like someone raked at you with sandpaper? Why does it look like you’ve been crying?”
“I… Kyu, it’s nothing really. Calm down.” Yesung tried to shush, hoping his boyfriend wouldn’t push this issue. But he could only hope. His lover knew him much too well. And he never let things like this go once he had Yesung cornered. And oh boy did he have him trapped.
“You call this ‘nothing’?” Kyuhyun scolded, gesturing to the swelling skin on Yesung’s legs. Slow realization finally hitting him and he quickly pinned Yesung to the wall with his weight and superior strength. “Don’t tell me…”
“Kyu, don’t-” But Yesung didn’t get a chance to finish before Kyuhyun had pulled up his shirt to reveal equally raw, if not redder, skin on his boyfriend’s abdomen. The redness looked like it continued further up to his chest and further down into his briefs. The taller and gasped and rolled up one of the long sleeves to show that Yesung’s arms were in a similar condition. Pulling down the collar roughly, his shoulder was also damaged, no longer smooth and white. “Kyu, really, it’s fine just-”
“Yesung, what happened?” Kyuhyun asked warningly, leaving almost no room for Yesung to fill in the gaps with fake smiles like he usually did. But the elder always found a way.
“My skin just got a little irritated. So I took a bath but it looks like it didn’t work.” Yesung tried to laugh off but Kyuhyun wasn’t buying it. He knew his lover’s skin was sensitive but never had he seen it in such a bad condition.
Oh wait.
He had. There had been one instance. One terrible, terrible instance previously.
His baby had refused to eat for days because everything he forced down he threw up. Sometimes purging out water or even retching because there was nothing there. Some of it he made himself, other’s he couldn’t help. His lover had forced himself to shove down the few mints he didn’t end up regurgitating to hide the stench and taste of his own puke.
He had washed his clothes vigorously before throwing them out. He had screamed how they were dirty and he didn’t want to touch them until they scrubbed totally and utterly clean.
The elder had locked himself in their bathroom for two hours straight, sobbing and crying, not answering his calls or loud banging. Back then he didn’t have the spare key but after that incident he had made sure to keep one. Yesung had taken a long scalding shower before taking an equally hot bath that had eventually turned lukewarm after the first twenty minutes. After spending over an hour in the bath that had turned icy cold by the end, Kyuhyun had to warm up a shivering Yesung for the whole night to stop the cold induced tremors.
The smaller male had been unable to walk properly and any sudden movement from his legs led to a sharp pain. Even spreading his legs a little bit had caused him to wince and sometimes almost had him crying - tears evident in his small eyes.
And most of all his lover had scrubbed and scratched himself raw. For two weeks straight he wouldn’t stop abusing his own skin until it was red and swollen - his blunt nails sometimes scraping so many times blood drew.
“Baby… Baby…” Kyuhyun murmured as softly as he could, his thumb pads running across Yesung’s red cheeks, “What did he do? What did he do to my precious baby?”
Yesung knew he was figured out but he still plastered a false smile on his face, “I already told you I-”
“Don’t lie to me.” Kyuhyun whispered, leaning so close his lips were almost touching Yesung’s, “Don’t lie to my face and pretend you’re okay because you’re not.” His hands slid around Yesung’s shoulders, forcing the gap between their bodies lessen a little, “If there’s anyone you don’t have to pretend to, it’s me.” Kyuhyun leaned in to press their lips lightly, pecking him briefly, the disgusting taste of breath mints still lingering on his lover’s lips, “Why won’t you let me take care of you, Yesung-ah? How many times do I have to tell you you’re mine until you let me baby you?” He kissed the underside of Yesung’s jaw, pressing them almost as if they were fluttery butterfly kisses, “How many times must I take you and pamper you until you believe I’m here to stay?” He could feel the elder’s heartbeat quickening when he leaned to place a ghostly kiss against the pulse point in his neck, “Tell me what he did to you. Tell me what he did to my baby.”
Yesung hesitated but he stopped himself from making up stories and covering up the truth. How many times had Kyuhyun proved himself to always being there and taking care of him? Countless. He cuddled, pleased and indulged Yesung as much as he could, spoiling him with all his might. Kyuhyun deserved to know. He always found out the truth anyway.
“H-He took me.” Yesung felt the tears returning and being released at freefall, “K-Kyu-ah, he took me. H-He took me again.” Yesung sobbed and allowed Kyuhyun to run long fingers through his still wet hair, “H-He stole w-what was ours a-again.” Yesung finally reached forward and pressed his face against Kyuhyun chest, crying and bawling into the maknae, “H-He s-stole what w-was yours. T-The thing I g-give t-to you and y-you only.” Yesung hugged the taller male so tight he felt his rubbed raw arms beginning to stretch and hurt, but he didn’t care, “H-He lied about m-my schedule and t-took m-me home really early j-just to f-fuck me.”
“My baby… my poor, poor baby.” Kyuhyun whispered, anger underlying in his voice. He wanted to box and punch their perverted, rapist manager until he couldn’t see straight anymore. And as much as he tried to hide it, Yesung still heard it - instantly believing the rage was for him.
“K-Kyu, I r-really d-didn’t want it. H-He f-forced me. He told m-me if I,” Yesung paused, the tears water falling down, his breath hitching, “if I t-tell anyone h-he’ll t-tell management a-about us.”
“I know, baby. I know. Shh…” Kyuhyun comforted, showing that he was anything but angry at the singer in his arms, stroking his lover’s back as comfortingly as possible, “I’ll make you feel better. It’s going to be alright.”
“I-I’m y-yours, Kyu. I’m a-all yours. E-Everything is yours. I-I d-don’t want to belong t-to anyone else…” Yesung bawled, all his weight balanced on Kyuhyun because he really couldn’t hold himself up anymore.
“I know. I know. I know you’re mine.” Kyuhyun comforted before deciding it was best to continue this session in a bedroom, lest they want to be found out by one of their nosy, clueless dorm mates. “Now, I’m going to carry you, so don’t get a shock, okay?”
Yesung just nodded mutely when he felt Kyuhyun’s arm wrapping around his knees, his other supporting his back properly. He was lifted off the ground quickly, his eyes shut to rest on his lover’s chest properly. And almost as soon as he was in air he was placed in a bed that felt like Kyuhyun’s. He felt blankets being pulled over him and yet he did not have the source of warmth he was yearning for. His eyes flew open and sat up quickly, wincing from the pain that shot through his system at the sharp movement.
“K-Kyu!” Yesung called out blindly only to see Kyuhyun still in the room, shirtless and changing into his pajama bottoms. The maknae never sleeping with a top.
“I’m still here, baby, don’t panic.” After changing, he quickly hopped into his bed to hug the smaller male just the way he wanted him to.
“Kyu…” Yesung murmured as he snuggled closer, the feeling of Kyuhyun’s arms making him feel so much warmer than any blankets could. “I-I can take the anti-fans… really. H-he can insult m-me all he wants but I just c-can’t take it when y-you’re not the one inside m-me.”
“What do you mean you can take the anti-fans?” Kyuhyun asked almost jokingly, kissing the top of Yesung’s nose, “I recall having to cuddle you last week because they were telling you you sucked at singing, which is such a lie it was ridiculous.” He pressed caring kisses to Yesung’s lips and eyelids, “And I can’t stand doing any kind of fucking when you’re like this. Though I’d really like to give you a few blowjobs and maybe finger fucking you until you scream right now.” Yesung’s face couldn’t have been redder, when the memories of Kyuhyun doing those exact actions fresh in his mind, “You’re trying to stop me from pampering you, aren’t you? Even though you love it so much…” Kyuhyun smirked when the shy blushing Yesung began returning, he pulled the other boy so close their bodies were flush against each other, “Do you feel that? Just seeing you makes me want to pamper you.”
“K-Kyu!” Yesung exclaimed out of shock when he felt the jab in his more-sensitive-than-usual thigh, “I-Is that your…?”
“Of course it is.” Kyuhyun laughed before kissing Yesung between the brows, “And don’t you dare offer anything that you know I would disapprove of.” To this date, the taller had refused to let the smaller male do anything to please his aching sexual frustration other than actual sex. His reasoning being something along the lines of how his baby was supposed to be spoiled not the other way round. Other times he had said he got off just from seeing the elder’s face contorted in pleasure and hearing certain noises escape his mouth. “You’re way more important to me than any stupid hard on.”
“W-What did I do to get you?” Yesung said when he heard the sincere care laced in Kyuhyun’s voice.
“You were my adorable baby.” Kyuhyun kisses Yesung sweetly, glad that any terrible tasting mint flavor was fading, “My baby that will always belong to me.” He reached to the side to flip the switch to the overhead light, “Now go to sleep before I really give you that blowjob and shove my fingers up that tight hole of yours.”
“I love you, thank you.” Yesung whispered softly before drifting to sleep, secure in his boyfriends arms. He was already lost in his dreams when Kyuhyun whispered a small “I love you too, baby.”, hoping his lover would have a much faster recovery than last time.
His baby never feeling safer because Kyuhyun always knew what to do.
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PART V. Little Miss Princess
Summary: Yesung was his one and only princess.
“K-Kyu, I’m not coming out!” Yesung yelped from behind the closed door to the bathroom, the maknae could almost hear the humiliation and irritation his boyfriend had laced in his voice. “It’s too embarrassing!”
Kyuhyun just sighed heavily, tapping his foot impatiently with his arms crossed. “I’m sure you look adorable, baby. You always do. Now, calm down, unlock the door and let’s go, okay?”
He leaned tiredly against the door, closing his eyes and hoping the smaller male would just hurry up and open the door so they could leave. Normally, he’d have the spare key and would be able to barge in there on the very rare occasions his boyfriend locked. This time wasn’t normal. Kyuhyun was kind of regretting keeping his key in his pocket today. His lover had reached into his back pocket, yanked the key out, slammed the door in his face and locked it. And all Kyuhyun had done was shove his lover in the bathroom, strip him naked and throw his clothes out into the hallway so he couldn’t escape - not with the risk of exposing his entire body to any innocent passersby, otherwise known as his band mates. Oh, and maybe the fact that he’d shoved an entirely different set of clothes at him triggered this reaction. But that was honestly all he did!
And now look. His boyfriend was throwing a temper tantrum.
“Cho Kyuhyun, you can’t make me! Now give me back my clothes! There is no way I’m wearing this out in public.” And he gave the bathroom door an extra loud knock as a warning, not really shocking the taller male as much as he had hoped.
“You didn’t complain every other time.” Kyuhyun tried to reason, smiling at a memory, “You seemed to totally enjoy it.”
“That’s because we didn’t have to leave the house. We didn’t even have to leave your room!” Yesung yelled back, face turning red at the same thought that had been running through Kyuhyun’s mind.
“But we need a disguise! I haven’t taken you out on a date in forever and I want to do some regular couple stuff for once.” Kyuhyun turned to the cold wooden door, trying to wish it to disappear so he could personally drag his boyfriend out of the house. Or carry him. Oh, that was a good idea. After all, he was his princess today. Now, if only the door would evaporate. “And as much I love pampering you every night, can’t I take you out once in a while?”
“Not when I’m forced to dress like this!” Yesung argued back slapping his palms on the door to show Kyuhyun he wasn’t going to melt the same way he did every other time, “And why do I have to wear this underwear!? This is too uncomfortable. You didn’t make me do this last time!”
“Because every other time I forced you to not wear underwear.” Kyuhyun smirked, knowing he was probably making his boyfriend blush until his ears were all red, “And I can’t make you do that when we’re out. I could never risk it. Everything down there is mine.” Kyuhyun whined and took a glance at his watch, pushing his sunglasses up his nose, “Hurry up, baby. I want to go out today.”
“I don’t want to go out!” Yesung shot back fiercely, making sure his eyes never strayed to the large mirror beside him. But it was totally impossible and every glimpse made him turn redder.
“You were fine with the idea yesterday. Baby…” Kyuhyun complained. Well, who wouldn’t? He’d planned the perfect date to take out his lover and now he was stuck with this.
“I didn’t know I was going to have dress like this.” And finally he gave up using so much power to avoid the mirror and let himself look at it, totally humiliated. The long synthetic strands were scratching his neck and ears and the feeling of the unusual underwear sliding tightly between his butt cheeks was getting very uncomfortable. And he wasn’t entirely used to the feeling of circle lenses yet. Why had he even dressed up? “I didn’t have to do this when we went out before!”
“Because the only dates we’ve had properly were at places we fully booked out.” Kyuhyun sighed, his patience was wearing thin and he was ready to just knock the door down, fuck his boyfriend a couple of times to leave him mindless when he dragged his lover still dressed like that. “And that means they weren’t proper dates. I want to have a real date, baby.”
And Yesung almost opens the door because he can imagine Kyuhyun’s sad, disappointed face right now. But a flashy pink bow catches his eye and he resists because his boyfriend knew full well his favourite colour was red. Pink may be a variation of red but if Kyuhyun wanted to pacify the clearly embarrassed Yesung then he should’ve put some hardcore red in this humiliating outfit. “I’ll have a real date with you when you give me back my clothes. Then we can go out. I’ll just wear sunglasses like you or something.”
“I’m wearing a wig and hat too, thank you very much.” Kyuhyun said triumphantly, knowing his boyfriend was breaking. He pulled the fake black hairs of the wig slightly, readjusting it a bit - not that it wasn’t placed perfectly. “And how can we do our lovey dovey stuff normally in public? You know how Koreans feel about relationships like ours.” And he can almost see Yesung biting his lip, a reminder that not everyone would accept that they loved each other.
“Kyu… I…” Yesung stumbled but still refused to give in, “We can just pretend we’re friends who do a lot of skinship. Come on, give me my clothes back.”
Then he found a hole in the elder’s logic. Give him back his clothes? Of course, but to hand them back, the smaller male would have to come out of the toilet to retrieve them, right? Chuckling slightly to himself, the maknae bundled up his boyfriend’s clothes and threw them across the hallway, way too far for the older man to dash to before Kyuhyun caught him.
“Sungie, it’s okay. I’ll give you back your clothes. Come on, open the door.” Kyuhyun soothed, trying to put on the innocent angelic voice that fooled his Hyung every time. The click of the door unlocking was like music to the evil maknae’s ears.
“Kyu…?” Yesung opened the door only a crack, sticking his hand out, not wanting to see Kyuhyun and not wanting Kyuhyun to see him. Of course, this made it so much easier for the taller. His lover couldn’t see his hands were empty and his clothes were very very far away. Kyuhyun immediately took this chance to clasp Yesung’s small wrist, opening the door fully to ogle and give the smaller male a onceover whilst keeping a vice-like grip on him to ensure he didn’t escape.
And holy shit, if Kyuhyun wasn’t totally gay for Yesung he’d be falling in love at first sight at this beauty.
Don’t get Kyuhyun wrong. The fact that it was his cute little lover in this lovely outfit may have influenced his judgment but Kyuhyun knew what a pretty, a cute and a sexy woman should look like. He also knew all the subtle differences between the three types. And maybe because it was Yesung he thought this way, but he frankly thought the lead baritone was all three.
He’d seen the older man cross dress before, in the privacy in his room, but he felt breathless every single time. Long brown softly curled locks just suited him. The way they framed his face and reached way past his shoulders, topped off with a small pink bow headband meant total perfection. The stuffed bra wasn’t a total necessity but it made the smaller male look curvy and he fitted the white tank top and baby pink cardigan a lot better with it. And he only looked like a woman with slim hips, which Kyuhyun actually preferred, but the short flared pleated denim skirt gave a slight illusion to more curves. And boy were Yesung’s legs skinny and hairless, the knee high socks were only giving more emphasis to them. Kyuhyun was especially eying all the exposed thigh skin, and the further skin he could grope throughout the day because of the skirt. He would definitely have his fun with that. And the natural blush that was blooming on his lover’s cheeks seemed to finish off the whole ensemble. He looked just like a petite woman that he would totally be dating in another world where he was straight.
“K-Kyu, where are my clothes?” Yesung asked shyly, trying to cover his face with his free hand, his other totally caught by the taller, “Stop staring… its embarrassing.”
“You’re beautiful, baby.” Kyuhyun said before leaning in and totally claiming his lips, forcing his tongue in to brush the roof of Yesung’s mouth, immediately sending shivers, “And so cute…” Kyuhyun dived back in again to run his tongue along the front of his lover’s teeth, the other moaning softly into the kiss, “And so fucking sexy…” Kyuhyun’s free hand stroked Yesung’s bare thigh as he pressed his tongue into the latter’s mouth to explore it thoroughly. The elder pushed slightly but still reciprocated the kiss, what with the hand on his hip, pushing the skirt up.
“M-My c-clothes, Kyu.” Yesung somehow managed to say when Kyuhyun finally pulled away, leaving the smaller male positively dazed.
“You’re wearing them, baby. Now let’s go.” Kyuhyun didn’t give Yesung any time to recover before proceeding to drag him to the front door. “We’re going to have so much fun. And everyone who passes us by is going to be jealous I have such a fucking beautiful princess with me.”
“W-Wait, Kyu! I don’t want to go out like this!” Yesung complained, still getting dragged nonetheless.
“Sure you do. Don’t think I can’t taste the lip gloss on your lips.” Kyuhyun chuckled, loving the blusht hat spread even further on Yesung’s cheeks, “You didn’t have to change you know.” The maknae pushed the elder onto the chair by the door, grabbing a pair of pink low heels that had been lying in plain sight, “Now, I’m going to put your shoes on like the princess you are today.”
“Kyu, don’t-” And Yesung didn’t have a chance to interject before Kyuhyun kneeled down, grabbed the smaller male’s leg and kissed his inner thigh, a little too high up making his boyfriend yelp a little.
“Shh or I’m going to do that again and higher.” Kyuhyun said as a warning, giving his lover a certain look that made Yesung completely understand what he was saying. Hearing no further complaints, Kyuhyun slipped on the shoe he knew was the right size and buckled it. Sneakily, he ran his hand up the slim leg, caressing lightly before wearing the next shoe. “There, we’re all good. Let’s go.”
He stood quickly, pulling Yesung up with him but the turtle boy could only stumble on the heels, as low as they were. “Why do I have to wear heels?”
“Because you won’t be able to balance and you’ll have to hold my hand the entire time.” Kyuhyun said nonchalantly as he slipped his own shoes, hand tightly intertwined with Yesung’s.
“You evil, evil maknae.” Yesung mumbled, knowing that he loved even the evilness of his lover, as embarrassing as it was most of the time. And then he noticed the disguise, or lack thereof, that Kyuhyun was dressed in, “You call that a disguise?!”
“What? The fans can’t see me eyes and hair. What else is there to do?” Kyuhyun still took a slight glance at his own attire. Dark grey three quarter dress jacket, printed taupe v-neck t-shirt and dark denim jeans with slight detailing above the knee. Something totally ordinary if not fashionable.
“You wore the same thing for the Ceci Photoshoot!” Yesung exclaimed but it was already a tad bit too late, they were already in the hallway outside the dorm, on the way to the elevator.
“So? The fans won’t realise it’s me, trust me.” Kyuhyun pulled them along, pressing the button to call the lift, “The only reason you need to be a pretty little princess today is because someone needs to be the girl and you’ve always looked better in a skirt than me.” Kyuhyun took the time to kiss the pout that was located on Yesung’s lips, “I promise you’ll have fun today. I’ll pamper you extra nice today, okay?” A bell rang signaling the lift had arrived, Kyuhyun roughly pushing his stumbling boyfriend into the confined space, pressing the button to close the door swiftly. “Aww, stop pouting already, baby.” Kyuhyun trapped his lover into a corner and began to kiss him sensually, hands running through unusually long strands and caressing the soft skin the short skirt allowed him to access. “Don’t worry, you’re super cute. Let’s go.”
Yesung still pouted, not that he had much power in the decision because they were already at the basement and Kyuhyun was dragging him to his car to drive off to who knows where.
“This is still embarrassing.” The elder reminded as he crossed his legs when he seated himself in the car, still feeling super exposed in the skirt even though they were in the privacy of the car.
“It’ll be fun, baby. You’ll love it.”
And it had been a fun day.
Well, as fun as a love café could get. People were actually complimenting how they were such a cute couple they were and how they should just hurry up and get married. They could be open about their affections and receive cooing instead of having to hide their relationship behind subtle skinship that only their band mates and managers knew wasn’t purely close friendship. To the other customers and staff, they were “Hyunnie” and “Woonie”, not Cho Kyuhyun and Kim Yesung - main vocalists of Super Junior. They were a normal love struck couple. And it had been nice. Really, really nice.
They were given one of the terribly pink cramped booths that Kyuhyun had reserved, sitting across each other on wide cushiony couch-like benches. They had shared a massive ice cream sundae, a complete chocolate sauce and cookie crumb mess after they had finished with it. It had been the maknae’s idea to try kissing across the table to taste the ice cream from the other’s mouth. It had also been the taller’s idea to hold hands and use their free hand to feed the other and the younger knew how uncoordinated Yesung was. Kyuhyun knew full well that Yesung was clumsy enough with his right hand when he grasped it and forced the elder to use his left hand.
By the end of the huge dessert, there was ice cream leftovers in and around the bowl, and smeared on their lips and cheeks. But they were a mixture of laughter and smiles nonetheless as they wiped their faces with the provided napkins. The waitress entered to clean the table and clear it of the empty serving glass, placing a small piece of cake they had ordered earlier on it, smiling at the perfectly matched couple that seemed to be totally lost in their own world.
Not as messy but still infinite amounts of fun when Kyuhyun had fed a chunk of cake to his lover through mouth-to-mouth. And after that little calorie monster had been gobbled down, the couple calmed down a bit, staring at each other for a short while.
“Thanks Kyu.” Yesung breathed, drunk on glee, euphoria and the love he had for his boyfriend, “It was really fun coming out with you today.”
“The fun’s just begun, Sungie.” Kyuhyun smirked slightly, slamming his foot against his lover’s seat between his knees, “I told you I was going to pamper you extra nice, right? Oh, skirts make my life so much easier.” Yesung could feel bare toes running along his inner thighs causing him to gasp when Kyuhyun’s small toe brushed a little too high. He silently cursed the place for making them remove their shoes before entering the booth. “I’ve got this place booked all day and it’s only three.”
“K-K…” Yesung couldn’t even utter Kyuhyun’s short one syllable nickname, not with his toes right square between his legs, massaging and moving around.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Kyuhyun asked slyly, knowing just how illiterate his boyfriend was currently. He could see Yesung biting his bottom lip to prevent any strangled cries from escaping whilst the maknae just calmly continued his ministrations. They were in public. They were in public. And Kyuhyun knew exactly how vocal Yesung was in sex and yet he still continued until he felt something wet between his toes, his boyfriend panting and leaning against the table for support, “Aw, you can’t get tired now. I’ve barely started pampering you.” Kyuhyun flashed his bag to the elder, clearly stuffed. It was much too big for just his wallet and phone and it was filled. “I’ve planned so much today.”
And with those words Kyuhyun disappeared under the table, amused with his bag in tow. Confusion, fear and shock all registered in Yesung’s mind at once, “K-Kyu what are you doing?” But all he got in response was his girly underpants pooling around his ankles and something along the lines of ‘No one will disturb us for the whole day’ being whispered against his thigh before he threw his head back in pleasure, trying to keep his cries to a minimum.
After all, his baby being a princess all day was just too cute to resist.
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PART IV. Masquerade Masks: 3372
PART V. Little Miss Princess: 2965
(please excuse me if these word counts are a little off)
A/N: Well, this was a load of crap >.> like really bad. This isn’t even a plot. Well, there might be a smut version of some of parts coming out if I don’t totally fail (which I probably will). I don’t even know what this is >.> I might continue and write other plot bunnies and make this kind of a series.