날라리켄디(nallali candy) ; slut!yesung ; nc-17
Title: 날라리켄디(nallali candy)
Author: pinefir
Pairing: slut!yesung: yewook, yeteuk, yechul, yehyuk
Genre: smut
Warning: AU!genderswitch
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: yesung is your resident teenage slut and he can genderswitch at will because s/he’s awesome.
AN: 날라리 (slang)- a teenager who has more interest in being cool (underage smoking, drinking, clubbing, stuff like that) than in study, also, is more likely a slut
AN2: a collection of drabbles in a universe where Yesung is Ranma but his water isn’t water but candy.
1) Seethrough; yewook ; 407 words
Ryeowook panted as he was roughly shoved onto the glass door. “Yesung,” he breathes out, hands pulling the man who was sucking and biting on his neck closer to him. He hisses as he tries to rub his clothed erection against Yesung, only to find him pulling away.
“Not yet, Wookie,” Yesung breathily whispers on his ear. Ryeowook has to bite back a moan as Yesung licks the shell of his ear. “If you’re too excited you wouldn’t get to see my surprise,” he says, lined eyes winking at him. Ryeowook grits his teeth and fixes him with a glare.
“I like it when you look like you can’t decide between killing me or fucking me hard,” Yesung chuckled as his hands fall down on Ryeowook’s bulge and he starts squeezing and palming him roughly.
“Fuck, Yesung, stop being a tease,” Ryeowook grits out in reply as he humps Yesung harder. Yesung only tugs at his ears harder, enjoying the fact that he has so much control over Ryeowook. Ryewook roughly pulls him in for a kiss which Yesung quickly avoids. Ryeowook growls out in frustration and changes their position. He smirks at the stunned Yesung while doing so, pushing Yesung against the glass door.
“We have to do this fast,” Ryeowook says as he bites hard on Yesung’s neck. “The bell will soon ring and people are gonna see me fucking you through this door,” he says smirking at his sunbae, daring him to contradict him.
Yesung smiles at him invitingly before popping in a candy in his mouth, he then pulls in Ryeowook for a kiss. Smiling into the kiss, Ryeowook runs his hands on Yesung’s chest, pausing when it lands on a particularly soft spot. He breaks the kiss, and pulls away from him-only it wasn’t a him that his eyes were seeing, it was a her.
“Don’t you like my surprise?” the girl, no, girl!Yesung asked Ryeowook through hooded eyes. Ryeowook could only stare at Yeusng in shock. A minute ago he was grinding his crotch against Yesung’s equally hard manhood and now he’s a girl, looking oh-so-hot with his (her?) swollen lips, hair brushing past the shoulders, and a male-uniform that is just too big for her.
“Oh, Wook, come here,” Yesung says in a voice considerably higher (but still as melodious as his masculine voice) as she pulls the shocked Ryeowook towards her and starts attacking him with her mouth.
2) Bestfriend ; yeteuk ; 880 words
“I don’t understand why you wouldn’t hang out with me anymore, hyung,” Yesung whined to Leeteuk as he sat on the elder’s bed. “I thought we were close!”
Leeteuk shook his head as he sighed, bringing his dongsaeng home was not the best idea. “We are close,” he weakly says.
“I can hear a but coming,” Yesung points out. “What’s bothering you , hyung?”
Leeteuk sighs again as he takes off his top and replaces it with a loose fitting shirt. “Nothing,” he replies as he eyes Yesung who was now lying on his bed.
“Come on, you can tell me,” Yesung urges him as he throws Leeteuk a small pillow he found. “We’re best friends, right?”
“That’s just it,” Leeteuk says, turning around to face his best friend. “A lot of the guys know you’re gay, and now they’re saying I am too.”
Yesung sits up and looks at his bestfriend with worry. “They’re dumb-asses for thinking that you’re gay just because you associate with me, and they’re even more stupid if they call me gay when I’m obviously bisexual,” he points out.
“I know they’re stupid, but they’re spreading rumors about us going out, and I don’t want that,” Leeteuk says.
Yesung looks at him in mild disgust. “Eww, how can they even say that?”
Leeteuk only shrugs at him.
“That’s not just it right?” Yesung prods.
“She broke up with me too,” Leeteuk reveals sadly.
“What?”
“I found out that she was cheating on me, and then she’s the one to have the guts to break up with me,” he said.
“That bitch, she’s not even hot,” Yesung says as he moves forward to massage Leeteuk’s neck. It’s a routine they’ve fallen into since they started being best friends. Yesung massages Leeteuk whenever he’s stressed, making his hyung relax even for a while.
“But, it still hurts,” Leeteuk says, closing his eyes as he lets his bestfriend do his magic. “And to think that she was cheating on me because she says I can’t-…”
“Can’t what, hyung?” Yesung asks.
“Can’t satisfy her,” Leeteuk weakly answers.
Yesung sighs before saying what’s on his mind. “For a guy, libido is important, I can see why you’re upset,” he presses on Leeteuk’s shoulder harder, and Leeteuk can’t help the moan escape from his lips.
“Press down harder,” Leeteuk says, urging Yesung to continue his massage. He hisses as Yesung’s cold fingers hit a particular spot on his neck, relieving him of a crick. He was so lost in Yesung’s massage that he doesn’t notice one of Yesung’s hands leave his nape. He does notice though, that the chest he’s been leaning against, became softer and-wait , it shouldn’t be like this. He opens his eyes and turns around, surprised to find the girl he hasn’t seen since ten years ago.
“Yesung,” he slowly says as he sees girl!Yesung who was dressed in a tight-fitting shirt, (and Leeteuk curses, because fuck, he can see her nipples straining against her tight shirt). “What? Didn’t I tell you before that you turning into a girl disturbs me?” he asks her as he swallows a lump in his throat. It’s been ten years, and ten years did Yesung good, he thinks, as he lets his eyes follow the curve of once-non-existent breasts. He shakes his head and tries to get rid of these hormone-induced-thoughts, this is Yesung, his bestfriend, he shouldn’t be thinking of her that way (but damn, he swears Yesung looks just a million times better than his now-ex-girlfriend).
Yesung chuckles at him. “You were eight by then, Teukie,” she says. “I’m pretty sure you’re not going to be disturbed now. Besides, I’m your best friend, give me a little credit if I say I want to make you feel better okay,” she smiles at him and turns him around, making him face the mirror.
Leeteuk sighs, and looks at their reflection. Awhile ago, boy!Yesung with short hair and rough, small hands was massaging him, now it was replaced by girl!Yesung with shoulder-length hair, pretty smile and delicate hands running up and down his back. He couldn’t help but give an involuntary shiver when Yesung started breathing out puffs of air on his neck and his cheek, hands squeezing his shoulders were now slipping through his shirt. He looks at her questioningly; she shrugs and mumbles something about easy access. Her hands push his shirt off his shoulder and he sees her hands running on his exposed shoulder, and he knows it’s not his fault that blood seems to be rushing downwards.
“We should get you out of your shirt,” Yesung whispers in his ear, hair tickling Leeteuk’s neck, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his arms. “It’d be more comfortable if you’re without them,” she says, hands combing through his hair as she looks at him in a way that Leeteuk could only describe as sinful. With her help, he gets rid of his shirt, and throws it somewhere inside the room, Yesung gives him a once-over and grins at him cheekily. “That’s better.”
And she pushes him on the bed and straddles him, hands rubbing his chest, and arms. She smiles at him before leaning down and placing feather light kisses on his jaw. “Let me make you feel better…”
3) Unfair; yechul ; 742 words
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Yesung you’re such a nasty bitch,” Heechul hissed as she felt Yesung’s tongue swirl around her abused clit. Yesung only smirks in response, as she feels Heechul tug at her ponytailed-hair hard. Heechul curses and writhes as Yesung goes deeper, the action earning her a breathy moan of Yesungie.
She stops licking at Heechul’s privates, and Heechul groans at the loss of contact. Yesung looks up at her and smirks, hands reaching up to fondle Heechul’s breasts.
“God damn it, Yesung, get back to eating my pussy not fondling my breast,” Heechul demands, but she can’t deny the fact that Yesung pinching and tugging at her nipples was equally hot. She lets her hands travel downwards, wanting to touch herself because Yesung seems to be busy with her boobs, but a hand stops her.
Yesung pouts at her and clucks her tongue. “I told you not to touch, Heechul-unnie,” Yesung says teasingly. Heechul glares at her in response and decides to rub herself against Yesung instead. If she wasn’t gonna get any friction from her, then she might as well do herself a favour and be as wanton as she wanted.
Yesung tsks at her and holds her undulating hips down. “Too impatient, unnie!” she remarks. Heechul snorts, but the snort is quickly replaced with a gasp as she feels a finger enter her. Her eyes widen at the intrusion and she looks at Yesung with disbelief. Yesung smirks down at her before covering her unnie’s body with her own, making sure to rub her aching nipples against Heechul’s hard ones.
Two, and then three fingers now pumping in and out of Heechul in an indescribably rhythm, Heechul can’t do anything but moan and groan , because it doesn’t help that Yesung’s been sucking and biting on her neck the whole time. With difficulty, she pulls Yesung up by the other’s hair, and demands a kiss from her. Tits rubbing against each other, fingers pumping furiously in and out of her accompanied with Yesung’s humping, and swapping saliva and tongues in a battle for dominance, it was no surprise that Heechul came long and hard, her juices coating Yesung’s freshly manicured fingers, and teeth biting too hard on the other’s lips.
Breaking apart from the kiss, Yesung pulls her fingers out slowly as Heechul finished riding out her orgasm. Heechul lay panting on the bed, eyes glazed and body covered in a layer of sweat. Yesung brings her fingers to Heechul’s lips, and Heechul sucks on them eagerly. Other hand unoccupied, Yesung reaches for her candy and pops it into her mouth. Her breasts reduce in size until they became nonexistent and what were once soft became rock hard. Heechul doesn’t mind this at all, while she still sucks on Yesung fingers. Letting go of Yesung’s fingers with a pop, Heechul licks her lips at the sight of boy!Yesung, eyes landing on Yesung’s impressive cock. She makes a grab for him but he stops her, pouting at her.
She nods in understanding and lies back on her bed, as she pulls boy!yesung next to her. Lifting the not-so-soiled blanket up to cover their naked bodies, she can’t help but frown at Yesung as he sits, leaning against the headboard, his chest bare. She brings herself up and cuddles next to him, and Yesung places a kiss on her head.
“You’re unfair,” Heechul starts with a pout.
Yesung hums, hands running through Heechul’s hair.
“Why won’t you let me fuck you as a guy?” Heechul asks.
Yesung laughs before turning to face her. Hans on her face, he kisses her briefly before answering. “Look, Heechul, you already have Hankyung for that. Besides, aren’t you glad that you’re the only girl I’d ever think of fucking while I’m a girl?”
Heechul hmphs. “You told Sungmin that too, or else you wouldn’t have fucked her and her boyfriend,” she argued.
“That’s different,” Yesung replies. “It’s because Kyuhyun asked me to, and you know I just can’t refuse Kyuhyun.”
“Well, you’re still unfair, you wouldn’t even let me touch you when you’re a guy, for all you know, you could be missing a chance for an awesome blowjob,” Heechul says shrugging as she buries herself deeper into Yesung’s embrace.
Yesung kisses her forehead and smiles at her. “I’m sure that you’ll give me nothing but the best, Chullie-ah, but for now go to sleep, maybe we can play a different one next time?”
4) Visits ; yehyuk ; 722 words
“Hyukjae, there’s a girl for you here,” Hyukjae hears his mother scream from below his room. He frowns as he processes what his mother just said, a girl was waiting for him downstairs? He didn’t know of any girl in his year aside from his cousin Sungmin. He scratches his head, thinking of all the female classmates he knows and would even attempt to talk to him, he comes up with nothing , and by the time that he reaches the stairs, he’s even more confused to see a girl with shoulder-length hair which is light brown in color, to him, this girl doesn’t look familiar.
“Oh, Hyukjae,” his mother stands up. “How come you didn’t tell me that Yesung here would be coming over? I could’ve prepared something.”
Eunnhyuk does a double take as soon as the girl stands up and turns around. He gulps and slaps himself mentally. How can he forget about Yesung, he asks himself as he takes in the sight of her in her immaculate low cut white dress. Low-cut white dress, what was Yesung thinking? He can feel his pants tighten at the sight, and he curses Yesung for even showing up at his house like that. He quickly rushes down the stairs, eager to reach the girl just in time before his mother makes agrab for her and brings her to the kitchen.
“That’s okay, Umma,” Eunhyuk hurriedly says, his hands latching on Yesung’s hands. His mother notes such action with glee as he watches Eunhyuk pull Yesung to his room without even saying goodbye to her. She doesn’t actually mind that, in fact she’s just glad that she finally has confirmation that his son is not gay.
“What are you doing to me?” Eunhyuk asks her as soon as he pulled Yesung into her room, his face buried in his hands as if he has the biggest problem in the world. Yesung does not bother to reply, instead she unzips her dress, and takes off her shoes.
“Can you help me with this?” Yesung asks Eunhyuk. Eunhyuk looks up and is shocked to find her dress unzipped halfway, revealing to him such smooth back. He locks the door before he crosses the room and quickly zips the dress back up. Yesung whirls around and shoots him a questioning glare. “What was that for?”
“Why are you undressing?” Eunhyuk asks, panic in his voice.
Yesung looks at him as if he was an idiot. “Why aren’t you undressing?” she asks him, pointedly eyeing the growing bulge in his pants. “I thought you wanted a booty call, that’s why you texted me!”
“What? I never said that!” Eunhyuk says.
“Yeah, well see this,” Yesung says as she shoves her phone in front of him. On the screen was a picture of his hands pumping himself, and below that it read, “Fuck. I need you now.”
Eunhyuk sheepishly returns her phone and he blushes as she sees Yesung sitting on his bed, her foot tapping impatiently on the floor. He moves to seat beside her, his hands automatically moving to wrap themselves around her waist. He kisses her neck and nuzzles it, but Yesung doesn’t seem to notice.
“It wasn’t me I swear,” Eunhyuk says. “But, since you’re here now,” he continues, his voice dropping to a whisper as he licks his way to her ears. “We could , you know…,” he says as his hands travel upwards.
Yesung turns around in his embrace in order to capture Eunhyuk’s lips in a kiss which Eunhyuk gladly obliges. Yesung giggles as they break apart, planting butterfly kisses all over his face. “Help me take it off?” she asks him sultrily.
And then Eunhyuk’s eyes’ widen, and suddenly he feels nervous. He’s been seeing Yesung for almost a year now, but, he’s never done it with her. He gulps. “Can’t you uhm, change first?”
Yesung turns around with an incredulous look on her face. “Excuse me?”
Eunhyuk looks down right ashamed. “Ehrm, it’s just that I’ve never done it with you, you, you, before , so I’d really appreciate it if we do it like we always did…,” he trails off, looking at anywhere but Yesung.
Yesung chuckles and pulls him closer to her, her fingers caressing his face, she smiles at him brightly. “Oh, Hyuk, you’re so silly!”
last author's note: i'm sorry i obviously cannot write homosexfics :< until i learn how to write gayscenes :|
Author: pinefir
Pairing: slut!yesung: yewook, yeteuk, yechul, yehyuk
Genre: smut
Warning: AU!genderswitch
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: yesung is your resident teenage slut and he can genderswitch at will because s/he’s awesome.
AN: 날라리 (slang)- a teenager who has more interest in being cool (underage smoking, drinking, clubbing, stuff like that) than in study, also, is more likely a slut
AN2: a collection of drabbles in a universe where Yesung is Ranma but his water isn’t water but candy.
1) Seethrough; yewook ; 407 words
Ryeowook panted as he was roughly shoved onto the glass door. “Yesung,” he breathes out, hands pulling the man who was sucking and biting on his neck closer to him. He hisses as he tries to rub his clothed erection against Yesung, only to find him pulling away.
“Not yet, Wookie,” Yesung breathily whispers on his ear. Ryeowook has to bite back a moan as Yesung licks the shell of his ear. “If you’re too excited you wouldn’t get to see my surprise,” he says, lined eyes winking at him. Ryeowook grits his teeth and fixes him with a glare.
“I like it when you look like you can’t decide between killing me or fucking me hard,” Yesung chuckled as his hands fall down on Ryeowook’s bulge and he starts squeezing and palming him roughly.
“Fuck, Yesung, stop being a tease,” Ryeowook grits out in reply as he humps Yesung harder. Yesung only tugs at his ears harder, enjoying the fact that he has so much control over Ryeowook. Ryewook roughly pulls him in for a kiss which Yesung quickly avoids. Ryeowook growls out in frustration and changes their position. He smirks at the stunned Yesung while doing so, pushing Yesung against the glass door.
“We have to do this fast,” Ryeowook says as he bites hard on Yesung’s neck. “The bell will soon ring and people are gonna see me fucking you through this door,” he says smirking at his sunbae, daring him to contradict him.
Yesung smiles at him invitingly before popping in a candy in his mouth, he then pulls in Ryeowook for a kiss. Smiling into the kiss, Ryeowook runs his hands on Yesung’s chest, pausing when it lands on a particularly soft spot. He breaks the kiss, and pulls away from him-only it wasn’t a him that his eyes were seeing, it was a her.
“Don’t you like my surprise?” the girl, no, girl!Yesung asked Ryeowook through hooded eyes. Ryeowook could only stare at Yeusng in shock. A minute ago he was grinding his crotch against Yesung’s equally hard manhood and now he’s a girl, looking oh-so-hot with his (her?) swollen lips, hair brushing past the shoulders, and a male-uniform that is just too big for her.
“Oh, Wook, come here,” Yesung says in a voice considerably higher (but still as melodious as his masculine voice) as she pulls the shocked Ryeowook towards her and starts attacking him with her mouth.
2) Bestfriend ; yeteuk ; 880 words
“I don’t understand why you wouldn’t hang out with me anymore, hyung,” Yesung whined to Leeteuk as he sat on the elder’s bed. “I thought we were close!”
Leeteuk shook his head as he sighed, bringing his dongsaeng home was not the best idea. “We are close,” he weakly says.
“I can hear a but coming,” Yesung points out. “What’s bothering you , hyung?”
Leeteuk sighs again as he takes off his top and replaces it with a loose fitting shirt. “Nothing,” he replies as he eyes Yesung who was now lying on his bed.
“Come on, you can tell me,” Yesung urges him as he throws Leeteuk a small pillow he found. “We’re best friends, right?”
“That’s just it,” Leeteuk says, turning around to face his best friend. “A lot of the guys know you’re gay, and now they’re saying I am too.”
Yesung sits up and looks at his bestfriend with worry. “They’re dumb-asses for thinking that you’re gay just because you associate with me, and they’re even more stupid if they call me gay when I’m obviously bisexual,” he points out.
“I know they’re stupid, but they’re spreading rumors about us going out, and I don’t want that,” Leeteuk says.
Yesung looks at him in mild disgust. “Eww, how can they even say that?”
Leeteuk only shrugs at him.
“That’s not just it right?” Yesung prods.
“She broke up with me too,” Leeteuk reveals sadly.
“What?”
“I found out that she was cheating on me, and then she’s the one to have the guts to break up with me,” he said.
“That bitch, she’s not even hot,” Yesung says as he moves forward to massage Leeteuk’s neck. It’s a routine they’ve fallen into since they started being best friends. Yesung massages Leeteuk whenever he’s stressed, making his hyung relax even for a while.
“But, it still hurts,” Leeteuk says, closing his eyes as he lets his bestfriend do his magic. “And to think that she was cheating on me because she says I can’t-…”
“Can’t what, hyung?” Yesung asks.
“Can’t satisfy her,” Leeteuk weakly answers.
Yesung sighs before saying what’s on his mind. “For a guy, libido is important, I can see why you’re upset,” he presses on Leeteuk’s shoulder harder, and Leeteuk can’t help the moan escape from his lips.
“Press down harder,” Leeteuk says, urging Yesung to continue his massage. He hisses as Yesung’s cold fingers hit a particular spot on his neck, relieving him of a crick. He was so lost in Yesung’s massage that he doesn’t notice one of Yesung’s hands leave his nape. He does notice though, that the chest he’s been leaning against, became softer and-wait , it shouldn’t be like this. He opens his eyes and turns around, surprised to find the girl he hasn’t seen since ten years ago.
“Yesung,” he slowly says as he sees girl!Yesung who was dressed in a tight-fitting shirt, (and Leeteuk curses, because fuck, he can see her nipples straining against her tight shirt). “What? Didn’t I tell you before that you turning into a girl disturbs me?” he asks her as he swallows a lump in his throat. It’s been ten years, and ten years did Yesung good, he thinks, as he lets his eyes follow the curve of once-non-existent breasts. He shakes his head and tries to get rid of these hormone-induced-thoughts, this is Yesung, his bestfriend, he shouldn’t be thinking of her that way (but damn, he swears Yesung looks just a million times better than his now-ex-girlfriend).
Yesung chuckles at him. “You were eight by then, Teukie,” she says. “I’m pretty sure you’re not going to be disturbed now. Besides, I’m your best friend, give me a little credit if I say I want to make you feel better okay,” she smiles at him and turns him around, making him face the mirror.
Leeteuk sighs, and looks at their reflection. Awhile ago, boy!Yesung with short hair and rough, small hands was massaging him, now it was replaced by girl!Yesung with shoulder-length hair, pretty smile and delicate hands running up and down his back. He couldn’t help but give an involuntary shiver when Yesung started breathing out puffs of air on his neck and his cheek, hands squeezing his shoulders were now slipping through his shirt. He looks at her questioningly; she shrugs and mumbles something about easy access. Her hands push his shirt off his shoulder and he sees her hands running on his exposed shoulder, and he knows it’s not his fault that blood seems to be rushing downwards.
“We should get you out of your shirt,” Yesung whispers in his ear, hair tickling Leeteuk’s neck, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his arms. “It’d be more comfortable if you’re without them,” she says, hands combing through his hair as she looks at him in a way that Leeteuk could only describe as sinful. With her help, he gets rid of his shirt, and throws it somewhere inside the room, Yesung gives him a once-over and grins at him cheekily. “That’s better.”
And she pushes him on the bed and straddles him, hands rubbing his chest, and arms. She smiles at him before leaning down and placing feather light kisses on his jaw. “Let me make you feel better…”
3) Unfair; yechul ; 742 words
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Yesung you’re such a nasty bitch,” Heechul hissed as she felt Yesung’s tongue swirl around her abused clit. Yesung only smirks in response, as she feels Heechul tug at her ponytailed-hair hard. Heechul curses and writhes as Yesung goes deeper, the action earning her a breathy moan of Yesungie.
She stops licking at Heechul’s privates, and Heechul groans at the loss of contact. Yesung looks up at her and smirks, hands reaching up to fondle Heechul’s breasts.
“God damn it, Yesung, get back to eating my pussy not fondling my breast,” Heechul demands, but she can’t deny the fact that Yesung pinching and tugging at her nipples was equally hot. She lets her hands travel downwards, wanting to touch herself because Yesung seems to be busy with her boobs, but a hand stops her.
Yesung pouts at her and clucks her tongue. “I told you not to touch, Heechul-unnie,” Yesung says teasingly. Heechul glares at her in response and decides to rub herself against Yesung instead. If she wasn’t gonna get any friction from her, then she might as well do herself a favour and be as wanton as she wanted.
Yesung tsks at her and holds her undulating hips down. “Too impatient, unnie!” she remarks. Heechul snorts, but the snort is quickly replaced with a gasp as she feels a finger enter her. Her eyes widen at the intrusion and she looks at Yesung with disbelief. Yesung smirks down at her before covering her unnie’s body with her own, making sure to rub her aching nipples against Heechul’s hard ones.
Two, and then three fingers now pumping in and out of Heechul in an indescribably rhythm, Heechul can’t do anything but moan and groan , because it doesn’t help that Yesung’s been sucking and biting on her neck the whole time. With difficulty, she pulls Yesung up by the other’s hair, and demands a kiss from her. Tits rubbing against each other, fingers pumping furiously in and out of her accompanied with Yesung’s humping, and swapping saliva and tongues in a battle for dominance, it was no surprise that Heechul came long and hard, her juices coating Yesung’s freshly manicured fingers, and teeth biting too hard on the other’s lips.
Breaking apart from the kiss, Yesung pulls her fingers out slowly as Heechul finished riding out her orgasm. Heechul lay panting on the bed, eyes glazed and body covered in a layer of sweat. Yesung brings her fingers to Heechul’s lips, and Heechul sucks on them eagerly. Other hand unoccupied, Yesung reaches for her candy and pops it into her mouth. Her breasts reduce in size until they became nonexistent and what were once soft became rock hard. Heechul doesn’t mind this at all, while she still sucks on Yesung fingers. Letting go of Yesung’s fingers with a pop, Heechul licks her lips at the sight of boy!Yesung, eyes landing on Yesung’s impressive cock. She makes a grab for him but he stops her, pouting at her.
She nods in understanding and lies back on her bed, as she pulls boy!yesung next to her. Lifting the not-so-soiled blanket up to cover their naked bodies, she can’t help but frown at Yesung as he sits, leaning against the headboard, his chest bare. She brings herself up and cuddles next to him, and Yesung places a kiss on her head.
“You’re unfair,” Heechul starts with a pout.
Yesung hums, hands running through Heechul’s hair.
“Why won’t you let me fuck you as a guy?” Heechul asks.
Yesung laughs before turning to face her. Hans on her face, he kisses her briefly before answering. “Look, Heechul, you already have Hankyung for that. Besides, aren’t you glad that you’re the only girl I’d ever think of fucking while I’m a girl?”
Heechul hmphs. “You told Sungmin that too, or else you wouldn’t have fucked her and her boyfriend,” she argued.
“That’s different,” Yesung replies. “It’s because Kyuhyun asked me to, and you know I just can’t refuse Kyuhyun.”
“Well, you’re still unfair, you wouldn’t even let me touch you when you’re a guy, for all you know, you could be missing a chance for an awesome blowjob,” Heechul says shrugging as she buries herself deeper into Yesung’s embrace.
Yesung kisses her forehead and smiles at her. “I’m sure that you’ll give me nothing but the best, Chullie-ah, but for now go to sleep, maybe we can play a different one next time?”
4) Visits ; yehyuk ; 722 words
“Hyukjae, there’s a girl for you here,” Hyukjae hears his mother scream from below his room. He frowns as he processes what his mother just said, a girl was waiting for him downstairs? He didn’t know of any girl in his year aside from his cousin Sungmin. He scratches his head, thinking of all the female classmates he knows and would even attempt to talk to him, he comes up with nothing , and by the time that he reaches the stairs, he’s even more confused to see a girl with shoulder-length hair which is light brown in color, to him, this girl doesn’t look familiar.
“Oh, Hyukjae,” his mother stands up. “How come you didn’t tell me that Yesung here would be coming over? I could’ve prepared something.”
Eunnhyuk does a double take as soon as the girl stands up and turns around. He gulps and slaps himself mentally. How can he forget about Yesung, he asks himself as he takes in the sight of her in her immaculate low cut white dress. Low-cut white dress, what was Yesung thinking? He can feel his pants tighten at the sight, and he curses Yesung for even showing up at his house like that. He quickly rushes down the stairs, eager to reach the girl just in time before his mother makes agrab for her and brings her to the kitchen.
“That’s okay, Umma,” Eunhyuk hurriedly says, his hands latching on Yesung’s hands. His mother notes such action with glee as he watches Eunhyuk pull Yesung to his room without even saying goodbye to her. She doesn’t actually mind that, in fact she’s just glad that she finally has confirmation that his son is not gay.
“What are you doing to me?” Eunhyuk asks her as soon as he pulled Yesung into her room, his face buried in his hands as if he has the biggest problem in the world. Yesung does not bother to reply, instead she unzips her dress, and takes off her shoes.
“Can you help me with this?” Yesung asks Eunhyuk. Eunhyuk looks up and is shocked to find her dress unzipped halfway, revealing to him such smooth back. He locks the door before he crosses the room and quickly zips the dress back up. Yesung whirls around and shoots him a questioning glare. “What was that for?”
“Why are you undressing?” Eunhyuk asks, panic in his voice.
Yesung looks at him as if he was an idiot. “Why aren’t you undressing?” she asks him, pointedly eyeing the growing bulge in his pants. “I thought you wanted a booty call, that’s why you texted me!”
“What? I never said that!” Eunhyuk says.
“Yeah, well see this,” Yesung says as she shoves her phone in front of him. On the screen was a picture of his hands pumping himself, and below that it read, “Fuck. I need you now.”
Eunhyuk sheepishly returns her phone and he blushes as she sees Yesung sitting on his bed, her foot tapping impatiently on the floor. He moves to seat beside her, his hands automatically moving to wrap themselves around her waist. He kisses her neck and nuzzles it, but Yesung doesn’t seem to notice.
“It wasn’t me I swear,” Eunhyuk says. “But, since you’re here now,” he continues, his voice dropping to a whisper as he licks his way to her ears. “We could , you know…,” he says as his hands travel upwards.
Yesung turns around in his embrace in order to capture Eunhyuk’s lips in a kiss which Eunhyuk gladly obliges. Yesung giggles as they break apart, planting butterfly kisses all over his face. “Help me take it off?” she asks him sultrily.
And then Eunhyuk’s eyes’ widen, and suddenly he feels nervous. He’s been seeing Yesung for almost a year now, but, he’s never done it with her. He gulps. “Can’t you uhm, change first?”
Yesung turns around with an incredulous look on her face. “Excuse me?”
Eunhyuk looks down right ashamed. “Ehrm, it’s just that I’ve never done it with you, you, you, before , so I’d really appreciate it if we do it like we always did…,” he trails off, looking at anywhere but Yesung.
Yesung chuckles and pulls him closer to her, her fingers caressing his face, she smiles at him brightly. “Oh, Hyuk, you’re so silly!”
last author's note: i'm sorry i obviously cannot write homosexfics :< until i learn how to write gayscenes :|