that feminine side
I blame SNSD's Run Devil Run for no other reasons except I love their version of it, and I want to see RDR!Kyuyoung so badly. And same goes for Hyohyuk. If Super Junior ever parodies that song, I swear I will love them more than I already do, to a level that breaks all barriers and it'll be creeptastic of me, but whatfuckingever. And then my ideas morphed into this.
So it's slightly official, and I'm a pervert for Geng/girl!SJmember :\
This is one of the weirdest things to ever come out of my head, ugh, I'm so sorry if this traumatizes you. I can remove the entry if it does, srsly >.< I should be shot. SHOOT MEH.
~Approx 1365 words, rated R I guess for dirty things and implied sex. Hankyung/Kyuyoung, Hankyung/Hyohyuk, Hankyung/Heesica.
that feminine side
규영: surprise
Hankyung's eyes snap open in his dark room, and what he sees is definitely something new. Not that he's complaining, though, who would in this case? Albeit the tallest emotion rushing through his system would hands-down have to be confusion. Because he's looking up at Kyuhyun, leaning over him and grinning and that hair of his shouldn't be that long-is he wearing his Kyuyoung wig?
"Kyuhyun?"
The maknae laughs this weird giggle that doesn't sound like him but at the same time it definitely does sound the way Kyuhyun does. Although a bit higher. Weirdo.
"What's with your voice?" Hankyung asks, pushing back some of that pretty long hair, tucking it behind Kyuhyun's ear. Hm, the hair doesn't feel fake, not like a wig does. And Hankyung has felt the Kyuyoung wig before.
"What do you mean?"
Okay. This is definitely too weird. Hankyung concedes that he's fantasized about Kyuhyun as a girl in his bed ever since the start of the whole Gee performance thing (pretty much everyone up on that stage, as sick as it sounds-but not all at once!), but right now, it simply seems just plain strange. A high voice never suits Kyuhyun unless he's singing a note, lovely and pitched perfectly and planned into one of their songs. Even then, his voice didn't go that high very regularly.
Hankyung kind of starts to give in to the oddities of it all when Kyuhyun bends down and nibbles on his earlobe. But wait, what, wait, what's that, that, those things on his chest?
A startled little noise jumps from Kyuhyun's throat, and Hankyung hardly realized that he's the cause of it until Kyuhyun giggles and grinds his hips. Maybe hers. Hankyung realizes that his curiosity had gotten the better of him for all of three seconds, and his hands are now gently placed on top of a pair of breasts. On Kyuhyun.
Um. What?
"K-Kyuhyun?" Hankyung is almost too afraid to ask, his voice falters this time.
"Oppa," it sighs, "I'm Kyuyoung."
Oh God, this is creepy, Hankyung gulps.
"Did you forget?" Kyuyoung pouts in the dark, and Hankyung still has his hands…where they are. She's not complaining in any way, and Hankyung's not sure what to do because in all honesty, he likes his hands there.
"Um, no?"
She laughs again, and Hankyung has to admit, now that his eyes have adjusted, he sees how this is completely and utterly Kyuyoung-besides the set of tits under his palms-and not Kyuhyun. This version even looks like a girl, for real. Not the girly-but-you-still-know-he's-a-he kind of look Heechul has going for him. This is a woman.
Dressed in very short black pants, and a sheer white t-shirt, Hankyung just notices now. But that's not what's important, because Kyuyoung is moving her hips again and he doesn't recall Kyuhyun having this kind of magic up his sleeve-inside his pants, or whatever. Maybe all he needed would've been two X chromosomes.
"Oppa, you're so bad," Kyuyoung purrs, running her hands along his arms, meeting his hands pressed against her chest. "Touching me like this. So forward," she shakes her head with a smirk.
What Kyuyoung is wearing really becomes irrelevant, because soon she's not wearing it anymore. On the floor, on the edge of the bed are her pieces of clothing and they're coupled with Hankyung's, too.
The truth is just proved to be more of the truth when the panties come off. Kyuyoung is 100% real. Oh yeah, this is definitely a woman.
효혁: curves
What's weird isn't when Hankyung wakes up with Kyuyoung's lace bra beside his head, it's when he walks out into the living room and sees Kibum quite blatantly flirting with Kyuyoung. Awkward. Strange. Kibum doens't seem at all confused over Kyuhyun being Kyuyoung. A girl. He pretends to not notice them as he heads for the bathroom, closes the door behind him and realizes the water is on.
Shower. Someone's showering.
But whatever, they're all guys here-
Wait.
Hankyung picks up his toothbrush and tries not to dwell on the Kyuyoung thing for any longer than he needs to. Besides, he'll have other things to worry about later, he's sure, and everyone else will when they need to figure out what they're going to do about Kyuhyun having boobs now. Then again, Kibum seemed totally unfazed by it. But Kibum is almost never home.
Hankyung's ponderings come to a halt when the water stops running, and now he's staring at the figure stepping out from behind the curtain. The toothbrush hangs out of his mouth when he sees a slim thigh peek out and before he knows it, the whole body is in view. The entirely wet, bare, and female body of someone he recognizes as Eunhyuk-but if they're going by a trend now, it's Hyohyuk.
She tenses immediately, as soon as her eyes land on him, and his eyes have already been on her for at least four seconds. He's, well, rather in awe of Hyohyuk's body, to say the least. Her curves are soft, gleaming in the morning light that peeks through the small windows near the ceiling, and Hankyung has this gigantic urge to touch her skin. Warm, damp, and pale skin under his fingertips. Sounds good to him.
He's not sure when, but he's definitely touching her skin, definitely running a hand through the dripping hair plastered against her smooth back. It takes him a while before he actually realizes what he's doing, before he realizes that the mouth against his-although willing-is highly hesitant. Shy. He catches the pink tint in her cheeks and smiles against her lips.
When he stops, ends, he finds it's hard not to grin at her. Even naked and embarrassed, she's so adorable that Hankyung feels like a criminal for having touched her at all.
"Um. Sorry," he grabs her a towel, keeps his eyes away from her breasts, or anything lower than that. "I, uh. Yeah." No real explanation. Hyohyuk doesn't say a word until she has the towel draped over her curves. Hankyung already wants to touch her again, but bites his lip and holds back.
"It's okay," she speaks. He holds on to those words. Such delicate syllables.
He waits for more, and man is it worth hearing.
"I don't mind, not one bit," she blushes again, hand to cheek, fingers clutching the towel. "I mean, if it's you."
희시카: forceful
Hankyung's starting to develop this look-but-don't-touch policy with all the girl he's seeing around the house, versions of some of his friends. Touching feels good, but feels wrong at the same time.
The policy's going well, it goes well for a while actually. Until Heesica comes along, and for just a few days it was only Kyuyoung and Hyohyuk, just those two-and Hankyung had been so sure he could get through this being a good boy. Behaving himself.
But oh that Heesica. She comes from behind, early in the morning when Hankyung is still wiping the sleep out of his eyes, making pancakes for Henry and anyone else who might get up soon enough. She comes towards and completely ambushes him, forcing the spatula out of his hand and turning off the stove before Hankyung gets the batter ready.
Heesica doesn't have curves like Hyohyuk, but she has the sex appeal that stuns Hankyung into submission as she completely runs her hands all over him. Her body is thin and seems beautifully fragile, but she owns a strange brand of strength from the way she hooks a leg tightly around him, and the way she presses him against the side of the refrigerator with her tongue in his mouth.
It goes on for minutes, and Heesica is molesting him in the best possible way. Right there in the public space of the kitchen, in front of Henry and Hankyung wonders if the youngest is awake enough to realize that this isn't some kind of dream sequence.
Heesica's hand is on his waistband when she breaks herself away from him. Hankyung is panting and his mouth feels sore enough to throb a bit when she steps back. She struts back to her room, Hankyung standing like he's still confined by her bony limbs.
"Dude!" Henry's jaw is hitting the kitchen table. "That was awesome!"
//…
I definitely can't lie, guys, this is one of my absolute favorites of what I've written. It's just so ridiculous, but omfg Geng/Kyuyoung is so much fun, lol. And in my mind, Hyohyuk has pretty, long hair, like Hyoyeon's no I am not biased.
Okay I feel dirty. What can I do to redeem myself? Please, feel free to let me know ;____;
So it's slightly official, and I'm a pervert for Geng/girl!SJmember :\
This is one of the weirdest things to ever come out of my head, ugh, I'm so sorry if this traumatizes you. I can remove the entry if it does, srsly >.< I should be shot. SHOOT MEH.
~Approx 1365 words, rated R I guess for dirty things and implied sex. Hankyung/Kyuyoung, Hankyung/Hyohyuk, Hankyung/Heesica.
that feminine side
규영: surprise
Hankyung's eyes snap open in his dark room, and what he sees is definitely something new. Not that he's complaining, though, who would in this case? Albeit the tallest emotion rushing through his system would hands-down have to be confusion. Because he's looking up at Kyuhyun, leaning over him and grinning and that hair of his shouldn't be that long-is he wearing his Kyuyoung wig?
"Kyuhyun?"
The maknae laughs this weird giggle that doesn't sound like him but at the same time it definitely does sound the way Kyuhyun does. Although a bit higher. Weirdo.
"What's with your voice?" Hankyung asks, pushing back some of that pretty long hair, tucking it behind Kyuhyun's ear. Hm, the hair doesn't feel fake, not like a wig does. And Hankyung has felt the Kyuyoung wig before.
"What do you mean?"
Okay. This is definitely too weird. Hankyung concedes that he's fantasized about Kyuhyun as a girl in his bed ever since the start of the whole Gee performance thing (pretty much everyone up on that stage, as sick as it sounds-but not all at once!), but right now, it simply seems just plain strange. A high voice never suits Kyuhyun unless he's singing a note, lovely and pitched perfectly and planned into one of their songs. Even then, his voice didn't go that high very regularly.
Hankyung kind of starts to give in to the oddities of it all when Kyuhyun bends down and nibbles on his earlobe. But wait, what, wait, what's that, that, those things on his chest?
A startled little noise jumps from Kyuhyun's throat, and Hankyung hardly realized that he's the cause of it until Kyuhyun giggles and grinds his hips. Maybe hers. Hankyung realizes that his curiosity had gotten the better of him for all of three seconds, and his hands are now gently placed on top of a pair of breasts. On Kyuhyun.
Um. What?
"K-Kyuhyun?" Hankyung is almost too afraid to ask, his voice falters this time.
"Oppa," it sighs, "I'm Kyuyoung."
Oh God, this is creepy, Hankyung gulps.
"Did you forget?" Kyuyoung pouts in the dark, and Hankyung still has his hands…where they are. She's not complaining in any way, and Hankyung's not sure what to do because in all honesty, he likes his hands there.
"Um, no?"
She laughs again, and Hankyung has to admit, now that his eyes have adjusted, he sees how this is completely and utterly Kyuyoung-besides the set of tits under his palms-and not Kyuhyun. This version even looks like a girl, for real. Not the girly-but-you-still-know-he's-a-he kind of look Heechul has going for him. This is a woman.
Dressed in very short black pants, and a sheer white t-shirt, Hankyung just notices now. But that's not what's important, because Kyuyoung is moving her hips again and he doesn't recall Kyuhyun having this kind of magic up his sleeve-inside his pants, or whatever. Maybe all he needed would've been two X chromosomes.
"Oppa, you're so bad," Kyuyoung purrs, running her hands along his arms, meeting his hands pressed against her chest. "Touching me like this. So forward," she shakes her head with a smirk.
What Kyuyoung is wearing really becomes irrelevant, because soon she's not wearing it anymore. On the floor, on the edge of the bed are her pieces of clothing and they're coupled with Hankyung's, too.
The truth is just proved to be more of the truth when the panties come off. Kyuyoung is 100% real. Oh yeah, this is definitely a woman.
효혁: curves
What's weird isn't when Hankyung wakes up with Kyuyoung's lace bra beside his head, it's when he walks out into the living room and sees Kibum quite blatantly flirting with Kyuyoung. Awkward. Strange. Kibum doens't seem at all confused over Kyuhyun being Kyuyoung. A girl. He pretends to not notice them as he heads for the bathroom, closes the door behind him and realizes the water is on.
Shower. Someone's showering.
But whatever, they're all guys here-
Wait.
Hankyung picks up his toothbrush and tries not to dwell on the Kyuyoung thing for any longer than he needs to. Besides, he'll have other things to worry about later, he's sure, and everyone else will when they need to figure out what they're going to do about Kyuhyun having boobs now. Then again, Kibum seemed totally unfazed by it. But Kibum is almost never home.
Hankyung's ponderings come to a halt when the water stops running, and now he's staring at the figure stepping out from behind the curtain. The toothbrush hangs out of his mouth when he sees a slim thigh peek out and before he knows it, the whole body is in view. The entirely wet, bare, and female body of someone he recognizes as Eunhyuk-but if they're going by a trend now, it's Hyohyuk.
She tenses immediately, as soon as her eyes land on him, and his eyes have already been on her for at least four seconds. He's, well, rather in awe of Hyohyuk's body, to say the least. Her curves are soft, gleaming in the morning light that peeks through the small windows near the ceiling, and Hankyung has this gigantic urge to touch her skin. Warm, damp, and pale skin under his fingertips. Sounds good to him.
He's not sure when, but he's definitely touching her skin, definitely running a hand through the dripping hair plastered against her smooth back. It takes him a while before he actually realizes what he's doing, before he realizes that the mouth against his-although willing-is highly hesitant. Shy. He catches the pink tint in her cheeks and smiles against her lips.
When he stops, ends, he finds it's hard not to grin at her. Even naked and embarrassed, she's so adorable that Hankyung feels like a criminal for having touched her at all.
"Um. Sorry," he grabs her a towel, keeps his eyes away from her breasts, or anything lower than that. "I, uh. Yeah." No real explanation. Hyohyuk doesn't say a word until she has the towel draped over her curves. Hankyung already wants to touch her again, but bites his lip and holds back.
"It's okay," she speaks. He holds on to those words. Such delicate syllables.
He waits for more, and man is it worth hearing.
"I don't mind, not one bit," she blushes again, hand to cheek, fingers clutching the towel. "I mean, if it's you."
희시카: forceful
Hankyung's starting to develop this look-but-don't-touch policy with all the girl he's seeing around the house, versions of some of his friends. Touching feels good, but feels wrong at the same time.
The policy's going well, it goes well for a while actually. Until Heesica comes along, and for just a few days it was only Kyuyoung and Hyohyuk, just those two-and Hankyung had been so sure he could get through this being a good boy. Behaving himself.
But oh that Heesica. She comes from behind, early in the morning when Hankyung is still wiping the sleep out of his eyes, making pancakes for Henry and anyone else who might get up soon enough. She comes towards and completely ambushes him, forcing the spatula out of his hand and turning off the stove before Hankyung gets the batter ready.
Heesica doesn't have curves like Hyohyuk, but she has the sex appeal that stuns Hankyung into submission as she completely runs her hands all over him. Her body is thin and seems beautifully fragile, but she owns a strange brand of strength from the way she hooks a leg tightly around him, and the way she presses him against the side of the refrigerator with her tongue in his mouth.
It goes on for minutes, and Heesica is molesting him in the best possible way. Right there in the public space of the kitchen, in front of Henry and Hankyung wonders if the youngest is awake enough to realize that this isn't some kind of dream sequence.
Heesica's hand is on his waistband when she breaks herself away from him. Hankyung is panting and his mouth feels sore enough to throb a bit when she steps back. She struts back to her room, Hankyung standing like he's still confined by her bony limbs.
"Dude!" Henry's jaw is hitting the kitchen table. "That was awesome!"
//…
I definitely can't lie, guys, this is one of my absolute favorites of what I've written. It's just so ridiculous, but omfg Geng/Kyuyoung is so much fun, lol. And in my mind, Hyohyuk has pretty, long hair, like Hyoyeon's no I am not biased.
Okay I feel dirty. What can I do to redeem myself? Please, feel free to let me know ;____;