Fic: Testosterone Testarosa 5/?
Title: Testosterone Testarosa 5/?
Rating: NC-17 (this chapter)
Pairing: girl!kyungsoo/exo
Warning(s): het sex, self-indulgent cuz I just want me some femsoo. unbetaed.
Summary: In which Kyungsoo is a moe fujoshi who finds herself in a sticky predicament.
Previous Part(s): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
“You want me to join the choir club?” Minseok points to himself wide-eyed. They’re currently sitting in the near-empty cafeteria, facing each other. Kyungsoo is fiddling with the straw of the banana milk Minseok bought for both of them.
“No! Just for this upcoming ceremony for the vice principal’s retirement. We have picked a suitable song but the vocal ranges it required need more members than the existing ones. We don’t wish to burden you, we know you already have so much going on with your soccer practices, and not to mention all the final year preparations for the admittance exam and-”
“Kyungsoo? Kyungsoo, slow down.” Minseok smiles before lightly ruffling the top of Kyungsoo’s hair.
“I’m just a bit shocked that you asked me, really. I don’t even think that I’m a good singer. Heck, Luhan sings better than me,” Minseok laughs.
“..that’s not true!” Kyungsoo exclaims. Minseok raises his eyebrow.
“I mean I, I’ve heard you sing before. In church. I saw how you genuinely sing the tune out. And honestly, you have a great pitch. I was impressed when I first hear it.” Kyungsoo smiles in reminiscence. She really loves the feeling of encountering good talent, especially if it’s in singing.
Minseok blushes; both at the praise and Kyungsoo’s smile. Nervous hand rubbing the back of his neck. Gosh she really should smile more.
“Really? Haha I didn’t think anyone would’ve found out about that, except for Luhan. I was just sitting in for a friend whenever he’s got an emergency. Since there are a lot of other people singing too I didn’t think my voice would make any difference,”
“It does! Your voice is one of the distinctive ones that I’ve noticed. At some point I even focuses my voice to your tune instead of the song,” Kyungsoo chuckles at the memory.
“Oh? That must mean you’ve been staring at me the whole time then?” Minseok grins. Kyungsoo blushes before sputtering;
“Well your dolphin pitch just entrances me, okay! It kinda reminded me of TVXQ’s Xiah Junsu,” Minseok laughs out loud at that. Honestly that’s not the first time he’s heard that, he sometimes even use it a gag among his friends. But to think out of all things about him that caught Do Kyungsoo’s eyes; is his dolphin pitch just amuses him greatly.
“You mean like this? ~Bambayaa~!,”
Kyungsoo burst out at Minseok’s imitation before the older boy was cracking up along with her; spouting more nonsense imitations of the great idol singer Oh my god sun! and Kyungsoo’s laughter ringing throughout the cafeteria.
-
Jongin and Sehun stops in their track at the reverberating sound of laughter from the cafeteria. They’re in their way from skipping lab class to the school’s rooftop; their hang out place.
“Isn’t that Do Kyungsoo?” Jongin immediately shuffles close to sehun’s side by the café’s side entrance.
“What is Kim Minseok doing with her?” Jongin didn’t answer Sehun; eyes fixed to the sight of the happy pair. He never knew she could laugh like that.
And all you do is scare her,
A strange ache tinges that thought. His mind flashing back the image of a wide-eyed and possibly scarred Kyungsoo; to his bloody fist and the half-gone man who’s now basically a pulp on the street.
Needless to say Kyungsoo has never come near him ever since.
Not that she has ever come near him ever, but that’s beside the point.
“Looks like now the soccer team has breached the off limit thing. Damn I’m almost scared for the shit that’ll go down if the basketball team found out about this,” Sehun adds.
“Wait, that means the third years has gotten involved in this. Then the chances are slim for us!” Sehun cries.
“To hell with third years,” Jongin spits.
“What? You’re gonna punch your way into her skirt? Hell, even Zitao didn’t have to result to that to bring him this far with her. Speaking of which, maybe we should hook up or something and see where that’s gonna bring us with her” Sehun suggests, eyebrows wiggling before promptly ducking Jongin’s push aimed on his shoulder with a laugh.
“Ew dude, no!”
“Anyway, I’m pretty serious about the third years; now that Kris is involved too we gotta up our game, dude.”
“Wait, Kris?”
“Yeah, don’t tell me you don’t see it dude! I know he’s up to something after that cafeteria incident the other day. Now that Mr. President himself has come down into the field, the game is on.” Sehun finishes with a grin.
-
Baekhyun cries out at the tentative press of his slicked palm on his half-hard cock.
He’s currently face down in his pillow, shorts down to knees and ass slightly propped up to give enough room for his sneaking hand currently working his hard-on.
He’s so overwhelmed with shame and guilt but he just can’t get rid of the flashing images in his head; something that has been haunting him for a couple of nights now, ever since he walked in on them.
Ever since he walked in on Kyungsoo riding Zhang Yixing; the supposed angelic prince of the third year on the back of the library within the secluded stacks of bookshelves.
His cock is slowly filling, eyes fluttering shut recounting its journey of tracing the bead of sweat that trailed down Kyungsoo’s bare chests. Baekhyun groans.
He remembers that day he was looking for Kyungsoo who’s suddenly missing from the choir club meeting when he so clearly saw her entering the club room earlier. That search somehow leads him to the empty library, he walked around inside before his feet stopped at the faint sound of moaning. He would have totally missed it if the library wasn’t completely in silent. Then after docking around his curiosity brought him dead to the sight;
Kyungsoo with her back to Zhang Yixing’s chest, thighs splayed on either side of his; head tipped back, mouth open. Her school blouse is unbuttoned, but still tucked in her skirt. Pulled aside just enough to frame her exposed breasts; whose bras are bunched up on top of the ample flesh. Her hand is gripping hard on Yixing’s shoulder and another balancing on the floor. Lips spilling cries and beggings.
Baekhyun shudders, hand tightening on his leaking cock. Relishing those visuals alone could get him off.
Yixing’s had an arm tight around her, bodies slowly undulating despite Kyungsoo’s constant plead to go faster. Baekhyun doesn’t know whether he should be thankful for the hindrance of the skirt or not, because judging by the sounds of it is enough to make his hard-on twitch; a predicament that he horrifiedly found himself in. He should’ve moved.
He should’ve moved because right fucking then because Zhang Yixing found his eyes from between the gap of the book stacks in front of him. Baekhyun froze on the spot. Body shaking with nerves but his damn feet still seemingly glued to the floor. He truly thought that was his end.
But what happened after next made his blood goes haywire.
Yixing slowly brought his hand up covering Kyungsoo’s eyes; while another braced tight on her hip.
“You’ve been good, Jing Xiu.” He whispered, before plowing up hard into Kyungsoo with squelching thrusts.
She came with a drawn out moan almost immediately after; having caught off guard with Yixing’s sudden aggressiveness. She lets out a string of tiny whimpers when Yixing’s thrusts hadn’t faltered, before turning her head to the side capturing Yixing’s lips in a slow kiss.
That seemed to do the trick when Yixing’s movement suddenly gets jerky, hand coming up to grip at one of her breast while he came.
Baekhyun lets out a loud groan before a violent shudder hits him; thumb pressing hard into the slit of his cock before his palm got a handful of white cum. He reaches for the tissue to wipe off his hands, and plops down on his back to the bed. He rests his arm on his forehead, sighing deeply.
After all of those, what really hits him hard is the way Zhang Yixing looks down on him at that time; at his shameful self with a cum-filled pants. There’s this smug plus possessive look to Baekhyun in his eyes while securely cradling Kyungsoo in his arms as if saying; you could never.
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-sorry i couldn't access my personal laptop these past few days; could only online thru phone >.<
-asfgkh yixing is not even one of my bias or in any of the ships i like why did i made him like this orz in fact not one of the main interactions in the fic so far has been my bias or ships lolol
-but i basically ships kyungsoo with everyone so really, the fic could go anywhere from here
-and i didn't really intend to depict kyungsoo as the boys' bicycle or smth bc technically she's only ever been with two guys so far but we never know
-follow me on tumblr!
Part 6
Rating: NC-17 (this chapter)
Pairing: girl!kyungsoo/exo
Warning(s): het sex, self-indulgent cuz I just want me some femsoo. unbetaed.
Summary: In which Kyungsoo is a moe fujoshi who finds herself in a sticky predicament.
Previous Part(s): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
“You want me to join the choir club?” Minseok points to himself wide-eyed. They’re currently sitting in the near-empty cafeteria, facing each other. Kyungsoo is fiddling with the straw of the banana milk Minseok bought for both of them.
“No! Just for this upcoming ceremony for the vice principal’s retirement. We have picked a suitable song but the vocal ranges it required need more members than the existing ones. We don’t wish to burden you, we know you already have so much going on with your soccer practices, and not to mention all the final year preparations for the admittance exam and-”
“Kyungsoo? Kyungsoo, slow down.” Minseok smiles before lightly ruffling the top of Kyungsoo’s hair.
“I’m just a bit shocked that you asked me, really. I don’t even think that I’m a good singer. Heck, Luhan sings better than me,” Minseok laughs.
“..that’s not true!” Kyungsoo exclaims. Minseok raises his eyebrow.
“I mean I, I’ve heard you sing before. In church. I saw how you genuinely sing the tune out. And honestly, you have a great pitch. I was impressed when I first hear it.” Kyungsoo smiles in reminiscence. She really loves the feeling of encountering good talent, especially if it’s in singing.
Minseok blushes; both at the praise and Kyungsoo’s smile. Nervous hand rubbing the back of his neck. Gosh she really should smile more.
“Really? Haha I didn’t think anyone would’ve found out about that, except for Luhan. I was just sitting in for a friend whenever he’s got an emergency. Since there are a lot of other people singing too I didn’t think my voice would make any difference,”
“It does! Your voice is one of the distinctive ones that I’ve noticed. At some point I even focuses my voice to your tune instead of the song,” Kyungsoo chuckles at the memory.
“Oh? That must mean you’ve been staring at me the whole time then?” Minseok grins. Kyungsoo blushes before sputtering;
“Well your dolphin pitch just entrances me, okay! It kinda reminded me of TVXQ’s Xiah Junsu,” Minseok laughs out loud at that. Honestly that’s not the first time he’s heard that, he sometimes even use it a gag among his friends. But to think out of all things about him that caught Do Kyungsoo’s eyes; is his dolphin pitch just amuses him greatly.
“You mean like this? ~Bambayaa~!,”
Kyungsoo burst out at Minseok’s imitation before the older boy was cracking up along with her; spouting more nonsense imitations of the great idol singer Oh my god sun! and Kyungsoo’s laughter ringing throughout the cafeteria.
-
Jongin and Sehun stops in their track at the reverberating sound of laughter from the cafeteria. They’re in their way from skipping lab class to the school’s rooftop; their hang out place.
“Isn’t that Do Kyungsoo?” Jongin immediately shuffles close to sehun’s side by the café’s side entrance.
“What is Kim Minseok doing with her?” Jongin didn’t answer Sehun; eyes fixed to the sight of the happy pair. He never knew she could laugh like that.
And all you do is scare her,
A strange ache tinges that thought. His mind flashing back the image of a wide-eyed and possibly scarred Kyungsoo; to his bloody fist and the half-gone man who’s now basically a pulp on the street.
Needless to say Kyungsoo has never come near him ever since.
Not that she has ever come near him ever, but that’s beside the point.
“Looks like now the soccer team has breached the off limit thing. Damn I’m almost scared for the shit that’ll go down if the basketball team found out about this,” Sehun adds.
“Wait, that means the third years has gotten involved in this. Then the chances are slim for us!” Sehun cries.
“To hell with third years,” Jongin spits.
“What? You’re gonna punch your way into her skirt? Hell, even Zitao didn’t have to result to that to bring him this far with her. Speaking of which, maybe we should hook up or something and see where that’s gonna bring us with her” Sehun suggests, eyebrows wiggling before promptly ducking Jongin’s push aimed on his shoulder with a laugh.
“Ew dude, no!”
“Anyway, I’m pretty serious about the third years; now that Kris is involved too we gotta up our game, dude.”
“Wait, Kris?”
“Yeah, don’t tell me you don’t see it dude! I know he’s up to something after that cafeteria incident the other day. Now that Mr. President himself has come down into the field, the game is on.” Sehun finishes with a grin.
-
Baekhyun cries out at the tentative press of his slicked palm on his half-hard cock.
He’s currently face down in his pillow, shorts down to knees and ass slightly propped up to give enough room for his sneaking hand currently working his hard-on.
He’s so overwhelmed with shame and guilt but he just can’t get rid of the flashing images in his head; something that has been haunting him for a couple of nights now, ever since he walked in on them.
Ever since he walked in on Kyungsoo riding Zhang Yixing; the supposed angelic prince of the third year on the back of the library within the secluded stacks of bookshelves.
His cock is slowly filling, eyes fluttering shut recounting its journey of tracing the bead of sweat that trailed down Kyungsoo’s bare chests. Baekhyun groans.
He remembers that day he was looking for Kyungsoo who’s suddenly missing from the choir club meeting when he so clearly saw her entering the club room earlier. That search somehow leads him to the empty library, he walked around inside before his feet stopped at the faint sound of moaning. He would have totally missed it if the library wasn’t completely in silent. Then after docking around his curiosity brought him dead to the sight;
Kyungsoo with her back to Zhang Yixing’s chest, thighs splayed on either side of his; head tipped back, mouth open. Her school blouse is unbuttoned, but still tucked in her skirt. Pulled aside just enough to frame her exposed breasts; whose bras are bunched up on top of the ample flesh. Her hand is gripping hard on Yixing’s shoulder and another balancing on the floor. Lips spilling cries and beggings.
Baekhyun shudders, hand tightening on his leaking cock. Relishing those visuals alone could get him off.
Yixing’s had an arm tight around her, bodies slowly undulating despite Kyungsoo’s constant plead to go faster. Baekhyun doesn’t know whether he should be thankful for the hindrance of the skirt or not, because judging by the sounds of it is enough to make his hard-on twitch; a predicament that he horrifiedly found himself in. He should’ve moved.
He should’ve moved because right fucking then because Zhang Yixing found his eyes from between the gap of the book stacks in front of him. Baekhyun froze on the spot. Body shaking with nerves but his damn feet still seemingly glued to the floor. He truly thought that was his end.
But what happened after next made his blood goes haywire.
Yixing slowly brought his hand up covering Kyungsoo’s eyes; while another braced tight on her hip.
“You’ve been good, Jing Xiu.” He whispered, before plowing up hard into Kyungsoo with squelching thrusts.
She came with a drawn out moan almost immediately after; having caught off guard with Yixing’s sudden aggressiveness. She lets out a string of tiny whimpers when Yixing’s thrusts hadn’t faltered, before turning her head to the side capturing Yixing’s lips in a slow kiss.
That seemed to do the trick when Yixing’s movement suddenly gets jerky, hand coming up to grip at one of her breast while he came.
Baekhyun lets out a loud groan before a violent shudder hits him; thumb pressing hard into the slit of his cock before his palm got a handful of white cum. He reaches for the tissue to wipe off his hands, and plops down on his back to the bed. He rests his arm on his forehead, sighing deeply.
After all of those, what really hits him hard is the way Zhang Yixing looks down on him at that time; at his shameful self with a cum-filled pants. There’s this smug plus possessive look to Baekhyun in his eyes while securely cradling Kyungsoo in his arms as if saying; you could never.
-
-sorry i couldn't access my personal laptop these past few days; could only online thru phone >.<
-asfgkh yixing is not even one of my bias or in any of the ships i like why did i made him like this orz in fact not one of the main interactions in the fic so far has been my bias or ships lolol
-but i basically ships kyungsoo with everyone so really, the fic could go anywhere from here
-and i didn't really intend to depict kyungsoo as the boys' bicycle or smth bc technically she's only ever been with two guys so far but we never know
-follow me on tumblr!
Part 6