Art is Where Fantasy Comes Alive
Title: Art is Where Fantasy Comes Alive
Characters: Kyuhyun, Sungmin, Zhou Mi
Pairing: Qmimin
Length: One shot
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Femslash, smut, bucket o' fail.
Summary: Dating couple Sungmin and Zhou Mi have finally made it into college. It's all fun and games until their studio art instructor brings in a nude model. Now it's a party.
A/N: Beta'd by: the beta-biters (Diane and Jisun) and title by Clarey Clare Clarissa~
I love how, Meike and I were the ones in charge of this little Qmimin day.....and I'm LATE. T_T
Excuse the fail :/
“Mimi, you always wear that jacket to art class, don't you?”
A girl turned around, picking up an easel and another female carrying a fresh canvas. She met the gaze of a small girl, dressed from head to toe in baby pink and white, who was giving her a smile as she shifted her weight from her heel to toes innocently. She positioned the easel and placed the canvas down before pecking the girl on the lips.
“You know I can't get this covered in paint and you say that like you don't enjoy it.” The other girl smiled and started to adjust the collar of the leather jacket.
“I suppose I do, I just prefer it on my bedroom floor--”
“Sungmin-sshi!” The smaller girl rolled her eyes and turned around, giving a sweet smile.
“Yes, Sunbaenim?” A male in his late twenties approached him. He had messy, stringy hair, thick rimmed glasses, and a double shot espresso in hand.
“I understand artists are supposed to express themselves, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who doesn't want to hear about yours and Zhou Mi's sexual advances.”
“Actually...”
“Can it, Hyukjae.” A fiery-haired boy huffed in protest.
“Now, finish setting up, I'm bringing in the new model soon.” Zhou Mi's head perked up.
“We're not drawing the hobo anymore?” The instructor shook his head as he unbuttoned his cardigan.
“No, he dirtied my couch. I'm sure none of you will miss Kangin anyway.” A squeak in the back of the room was heard and Sungmin could swear it was Leeteuk saying, “I will!” The instructor clapped his hands.
“We're having a new young model come in. We'll be doing quick portraits to help our humans look more realistic and the best way to do this is through models.” He suddenly pulled down his cardigan, revealing slim shoulders and milky white flesh. “Nude models.” The room erupted in cheers.
It took approximately three minutes and forty-seven seconds for the class to finish positioning their easels around a large, bright red lounging couch and gathering their supplies. Zhou Mi had chosen to use acrylic paint, and set her jacket on a coat rack, smiling smugly as she saw Sungmin watch her walk ever so slowly back to her spot next to her.
“Charcoal again, Minnie? You're going to stain that cute little outfit of yours.” Sungmin stuck out her tongue when she felt the other poke her cheek.
“I wouldn't mind so much if it was stained with your--”
“SUNGMIN-SSHI! Did we not just have this conversation a few minutes ago? Quiet, quiet you annoying little children. I'm bringing out the model, so please refrain from your childish comments, she doesn't need them.” Zhou Mi wiggled her eyebrows at Sungmin, eyes gleaming with excitement.
The instructor walked over to a nearby room and knocked on the door a few times lightly. “Ready when you are, Kyuhyun-sshi.” The class stared as they awaited their specimen.
The door opened slowly, teasingly almost. Brown, bouncy curls, pale skin, luscious lips, and a white robe soon emerged from behind it. She ever so slowly and gracefully floated to the lone couch, surrounded by easels, eager students, and a single lamp, acting as a spot light where she slowly removed her robe in a way that reminded her of Venus de Milo.
She wasn't perfect Sungmin had to admit. She had acne that was still noticeable under her heavy makeup, dry hair, curvier than most Asian women, and had odd shaped eyes that reminded Sungmin of a frog. She was beauty, not drop dead gorgeous, but definitely stunning in her own way.
Sungmin glanced over at Zhou Mi, the Chinese girl was staring, her mouth slightly open. She must have felt Sungmin's gaze because she turned towards her. Sungmin saw something in Zhou Mi's dilated pupils; want, desire, lust. She opened her mouth to say something, when a boy in the back of the class shouted,
“Hey! Nice knockers!” The class erupted in roars of laughter, yet Kyuhyun stood in the middle of the room, unfazed.
“Lee Hyukjae!” The instructor shouted before turning to the model. “Forgive them, miss, they're just stupid freshmen.” Kyuhyun shook her head, and patted the shoulder of the professor lightly. She turned in the direction of the boy who made such a rash comment, giving Sungmin and Zhou Mi a perfect view of her back side. Zhou Mi squeaked.
“Hyukjae, is it?” The brunette crossed her arms under her bosom, cocking her hip to the side. The boy nodded his head.
“Most people call me Eunhyuk. You can if you like too, sweet cheeks.” Kyuhyun smiled and tilted her head.
“Well, Eunhyuk, thank you. I know my “knockers” as you called them are great. But I have to ask, you aren't exactly the smartest one in the class, are you? Making comments like that distract people from the fact you're receiving a hand job from that small boy sitting next to you.” The cluster of students gasped, either looking at the beat red Hyukjae, or the smirking model. Sungmin nodded in approval.
“Beautiful with a sharp tongue, my favorite.” She twisted her head towards Chinese giant. “How do feel about adding in one more?”
Zhou Mi's eyes widened and she flashed the brightest smile.
“Kui Xian~” a voice had called. The model still sat on the couch, stretching her sore limbs after three hours of posing. She opened an eye, looking above her at the statuesque girl towering over her. The rest of class was dwindling down, as they put away the remaining supplies and hung their art pieces onto a drying rack.
“How about we go out for lunch, you must be hungry, right?” The enormous girl smiled sweetly at the naked girl below her. She held her hand behind her back as she bent over, leaning down to eye level. “What do you say, Kyuhyun-sshi?”
“Zhou Mi! Sunbaenim told us to lock up. He has a date with that chef again.” Sungmin skipped over, twirling the key ring around her index finger.
“He's always the first one out of the door, isn't he, Sungmin?”
“Oh, Kyuhyun-sshi, you're still here. Are you going to eat with us?” Kyuhyun raised an eyebrow.
“Wouldn't that interrupt your couple time? Having a third wheel around?” Sungmin smiled.
“Oh, so you knew?” Kyuhyun shrugged.
“Just friends don't share those type of looks.” Zhou Mi nodded understandingly. “Besides, I don't really think you're interested in lunch anyway.”
“And what would make you say that?” Sungmin challenged.
“A lesbian couple standing alone with a naked girl in a room that they suspiciously have the key to? There's only one thing you could want.” Sungmin smirked and rested her index finger on her right cheek.
“And are you willing to participate, Kyuhyun-sshi?” She purred the named, enunciating each syllable. Zhou Mi looked at Kyuhyun with pleading eyes. Kyuhyun stared at the girls before standing up, causing Zhou Mi to step back a few steps so they wouldn't hit heads. She continued to stare at the two, no words being exchanged, her expression unchanging. She took a step forward and caught them both be surprise when she wrapped her arms around Sungmin's neck and smashed their lips together.
Zhou Mi watched her girlfriend in the arms of another woman. A naked woman at that, but she couldn't find it in her to care. In fact, she found herself more jealous than anything that she wasn't involved. She tiptoed behind the glowing, naked girl, and pressed herself against her. She wrapped her arms around Kyuhyun's stomach and pulled her to the couch, Sungmin and Kyuhyun never breaking their heated kiss as they climbed on top of the furniture. “Minnie, don't hog Kyuhyun all to yourself,” the Chinese girl whined, swiping Kyuhyun's hair to her left shoulder, so she could start attacking her neck.
Kyuhyun moaned at the warm tongue against her skin and once again when she felt the girl's long fingers grab at her breasts. Zhou Mi started to knead at her breasts and nip down her back, every so often breathing against her flesh, sending her shivers down her spine.
“Mi-mi,” she moaned into Sungmin's mouth, trying to help the small girl remove her pink and white striped cardigan. Sungmin broke the kiss, and pushed Kyuhyun into Zhou Mi.
“Be a dear and give her some attention. She looks rather lonely,” she said as she struggled with her Hello Kitty buttons.
Kyuhyun turned her head slightly, looking at Zhou Mi between half lidded eyes. Zhou Mi immediately spun Kyuhyun around, and pushed her back against the couch. She took one of Kyuhyun's erect nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the nub. Kyuhyun gripped Zhou Mi's hair tightly, muttering occasional curses when Zhou Mi added a hand to her neglected breast. She tossed her head back, catching a glimpse of the half naked Sungmin. She quickly kicked off her skirt to reveal she had chosen not to wear underwear that day.
“Nice view,” Kyuhyun grunted, slightly distract by the girl on top of her. Sungmin stuck out her tongue slightly, and climbed back onto the couch. She crawled over to Kyuhyun and gives her a lick on the lips. Just as Kyuhyun is about to respond, Sungmin pulled away and taped Zhou Mi on the shoulder. Zhou Mi stopped sucking, much to Kyuhyun's protests and glances up at her lover. Sungmin cupped her face, and pulled her in for a kiss.
Kyuhyun lay there, growing more uncomfortable as the seconds went by. She watched as the two girls engaged in a heated battle for dominance, the sounds of lip smacking and sporadic breathing driving her insane.
"Don't forget me now," Kyuhyun whined, her hands reaching grab onto someone. She growled when she was ignored and seized Sungmin's wrist. Sungmin chuckled into her kiss.
"Someone's a bit of an attention whore." Zhou Mi hummed in agreement.
"Whore in general, actually." Kyuhyun glared and reached for Zhou Mi's pants and slowly unbuttoned them.
"Mimi's a little over dressed don't you think, Sungmin?" Kyuhyun said, her thumbs hooked on Zhou Mi's belt loops as she slowly pulled her skinny jeans, eyes sparkling seeing that she too had went commando. "No underwear?"
"They just get in the way," Sungmin mumbled as she proceeded to push up Zhou Mi's tank top. Zhou Mi moaned, Sungmin's mouth nipping at her stomach while Kyuhyun's tongue slowly traced along her legs. Kyuhyun slowly moved up, her tongue running along Zhou Mi's knee caps. The Chinese girl was visibly shaking, legs opening wider and wider the closer Kyuhyun got.
Kyuhyun bit at her inner thigh, sucking roughly. Zhou Mi let out a muffled scream, biting down on her bottom lip, griping both girls' hair. Kyuhyun inched forward, sending teasing butterfly kisses up her thigh, so slow to the deep cavern. Close enough to feel the heat radiating, and the wetness seeping, but far enough to leave Zhou Mi desperate and panting frantically. One flick of her tongue was all it took to send Zhou Mi over the edge, spilling her juices all over her face.
“So early?” Kyuhyun wiped her face with her fingers and sucked each one individually, not breaking eye contact with Zhou Mi, who was trying to calm her breathing. Sungmin lifted herself up, looking towards Kyuhyun with a small pout on her face.
“Such an evil little girl, mocking my Mimi like that.” Kyuhyun stopped trailing her tongue along her middle finger and shifted her gaze to Sungmin. She smirked in reply.
“Oh, and what are you going to do about that?” Sungmin giggled and smiled.
“You'll see, just wait here.” She hopped off the couch and jogged to the other side of the room.
“Nice ass.” Kyuhyun commented, sitting on her calves, not noticing someone creeping behind her. Kyuhyun squeaked when she felt arms wrap around her, and a mouth nipping at her ear. Kyuhyun turned around, trailing kisses down Zhou Mi's neck. Zhou Mi threw her head back, giving the other girl more access, as she swept her tongue against her clavicle. Neither of them noticed when Sungmin returned into the couch until Sungmin breathed against Kyuhyun's shoulder blade.
“Kyuhyunnie hasn't been very nice, teasing, saying such mean things, and ignoring Sungminnie, she needs to be taught a lesson.” Sungmin pried Kyuhyun off of Zhou Mi, and pushed her onto her back. Kyuhyun's eyed widened when she noticed something in the others hand.
“S-Sungmin,” she hesitated. “What is that in your hand?” Sungmin smirked.
“Oh, I think you know exactly what it is.” Kyuhyun furrowed her eyebrows.
“I asked the wrong question; of course I know what it is, but why? Why do you have that?” Sungmin's smirk grew and she chuckled.
“I think you know exactly what I have it.” Zhou Mi crawled over trying to pull the object from Sungmin's grasp.
“But Min, that's so, unsanitary.” Sungmin shrugged.
“I rinsed it.”
“But Min, that's a paintbrush.” Sungmin broke away from Zhou Mi's grasp and ran the tip against Kyuhyun's inner thighs. Kyuhyun's legs begin to tremble.
“I don't think Kyuhyun minds.” She pressed the end at shaking girl's entrance. She leaned in, kissing Kyuhyun on the cheek before whispering, “You brought this upon yourself.” Without warning, in one motion she slammed the paintbrush in, drawing a cry of pain from Kyuhyun.
She wrapped her arms around Sungmin's neck, shoving her shoulder into Sungmin's chest. She panted heavily, feeling herself stretch to accommodate the brush. Once she felt ready, she tightened her hold on Sungmin.
“Move,” she grunted. Kyuhyun felt Sungmin's body shake from her laugh.
“Oh no, Kyuhyun. You have to work for it. Ride it.” Kyuhyun bit her lip, muffling her spew of curses at the tiny girl. She exhaled a few times before she shamelessly rocked her hips, her natural lubricant sliding her along the wooden brush.
Zhou Mi watched from the other end of the couch. She cringed at the thought of the people using the brush the next day, but she couldn't help but stare, feeling her own wetness returning.
Kyuhyun moaned as she started rocking her hips harder, faster than before. She looked at Sungmin with pleading eyes, as she has yet to find that spot, the spot that would leave her writhing, and crying out for more. Sungmin seemed to understand and she threw one of Kyuhyun's legs over her shoulder. She grabbed onto the paintbrush harder, and pounded it into Kyuhyun. The new angle drove her insane. She felt tears sting in her eyes and she drug her nails into Sungmin's back. She thrust into Kyuhyun repeatedly; twisting and shoving the brush in deeper and harder than before.
Zhou Mi bit her lip, unable to tear her gaze away from the two. She slid her own fingers in between her legs. She slipped her fingers inside her slick entryway, imagining it was one of the others. She imagined the girls on top of her, the bouncing breasts, the soft hair, the gorgeous faces, their tongues roaming around her body. She spread her legs wider, diving her fingers in deeper.
She stared at Sungmin's back, desperately wanting to sink her teeth into the flesh that was glistening in sweat, but she knew better. Nothing was worse than upsetting Sungmin.
When Kyuhyun reached her peak, she dug her nails into Sungmin's back, leaving a long trail of scratches and expelled a jumble of names, a mix of Sungmin's and Zhou Mi's.
The sound of her name being screamed is what threw Zhou Mi over the edge. She came for a second time, much harder than before. She watched through half lidded eyes as Sungmin pulled out the paintbrush, and shoved it inside her mouth, licking off all of the other girl's juices. If she wasn't in such a euphoric state, she probably would've puked.
Kyuhyun sat up, the effects of her orgasm wearing off.
“You know, Sungmin,” she said, her voice a bit hoarse. “You aren't very nice to your girlfriend, abandoning her to play with herself.” She exchanged a glance with Zhou Mi, her eyes filled with mischief. Zhou Mi beamed.
“I agree. Minnie has been a very bad girl today, and you know what we do with bad girls, don't you?”
Sungmin licked her lips, waiting restlessly when the girls crawled over to her, their eyes sparkling.
Characters: Kyuhyun, Sungmin, Zhou Mi
Pairing: Qmimin
Length: One shot
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Femslash, smut, bucket o' fail.
Summary: Dating couple Sungmin and Zhou Mi have finally made it into college. It's all fun and games until their studio art instructor brings in a nude model. Now it's a party.
A/N: Beta'd by: the beta-biters (Diane and Jisun) and title by Clarey Clare Clarissa~
I love how, Meike and I were the ones in charge of this little Qmimin day.....and I'm LATE. T_T
Excuse the fail :/
“Mimi, you always wear that jacket to art class, don't you?”
A girl turned around, picking up an easel and another female carrying a fresh canvas. She met the gaze of a small girl, dressed from head to toe in baby pink and white, who was giving her a smile as she shifted her weight from her heel to toes innocently. She positioned the easel and placed the canvas down before pecking the girl on the lips.
“You know I can't get this covered in paint and you say that like you don't enjoy it.” The other girl smiled and started to adjust the collar of the leather jacket.
“I suppose I do, I just prefer it on my bedroom floor--”
“Sungmin-sshi!” The smaller girl rolled her eyes and turned around, giving a sweet smile.
“Yes, Sunbaenim?” A male in his late twenties approached him. He had messy, stringy hair, thick rimmed glasses, and a double shot espresso in hand.
“I understand artists are supposed to express themselves, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who doesn't want to hear about yours and Zhou Mi's sexual advances.”
“Actually...”
“Can it, Hyukjae.” A fiery-haired boy huffed in protest.
“Now, finish setting up, I'm bringing in the new model soon.” Zhou Mi's head perked up.
“We're not drawing the hobo anymore?” The instructor shook his head as he unbuttoned his cardigan.
“No, he dirtied my couch. I'm sure none of you will miss Kangin anyway.” A squeak in the back of the room was heard and Sungmin could swear it was Leeteuk saying, “I will!” The instructor clapped his hands.
“We're having a new young model come in. We'll be doing quick portraits to help our humans look more realistic and the best way to do this is through models.” He suddenly pulled down his cardigan, revealing slim shoulders and milky white flesh. “Nude models.” The room erupted in cheers.
It took approximately three minutes and forty-seven seconds for the class to finish positioning their easels around a large, bright red lounging couch and gathering their supplies. Zhou Mi had chosen to use acrylic paint, and set her jacket on a coat rack, smiling smugly as she saw Sungmin watch her walk ever so slowly back to her spot next to her.
“Charcoal again, Minnie? You're going to stain that cute little outfit of yours.” Sungmin stuck out her tongue when she felt the other poke her cheek.
“I wouldn't mind so much if it was stained with your--”
“SUNGMIN-SSHI! Did we not just have this conversation a few minutes ago? Quiet, quiet you annoying little children. I'm bringing out the model, so please refrain from your childish comments, she doesn't need them.” Zhou Mi wiggled her eyebrows at Sungmin, eyes gleaming with excitement.
The instructor walked over to a nearby room and knocked on the door a few times lightly. “Ready when you are, Kyuhyun-sshi.” The class stared as they awaited their specimen.
The door opened slowly, teasingly almost. Brown, bouncy curls, pale skin, luscious lips, and a white robe soon emerged from behind it. She ever so slowly and gracefully floated to the lone couch, surrounded by easels, eager students, and a single lamp, acting as a spot light where she slowly removed her robe in a way that reminded her of Venus de Milo.
She wasn't perfect Sungmin had to admit. She had acne that was still noticeable under her heavy makeup, dry hair, curvier than most Asian women, and had odd shaped eyes that reminded Sungmin of a frog. She was beauty, not drop dead gorgeous, but definitely stunning in her own way.
Sungmin glanced over at Zhou Mi, the Chinese girl was staring, her mouth slightly open. She must have felt Sungmin's gaze because she turned towards her. Sungmin saw something in Zhou Mi's dilated pupils; want, desire, lust. She opened her mouth to say something, when a boy in the back of the class shouted,
“Hey! Nice knockers!” The class erupted in roars of laughter, yet Kyuhyun stood in the middle of the room, unfazed.
“Lee Hyukjae!” The instructor shouted before turning to the model. “Forgive them, miss, they're just stupid freshmen.” Kyuhyun shook her head, and patted the shoulder of the professor lightly. She turned in the direction of the boy who made such a rash comment, giving Sungmin and Zhou Mi a perfect view of her back side. Zhou Mi squeaked.
“Hyukjae, is it?” The brunette crossed her arms under her bosom, cocking her hip to the side. The boy nodded his head.
“Most people call me Eunhyuk. You can if you like too, sweet cheeks.” Kyuhyun smiled and tilted her head.
“Well, Eunhyuk, thank you. I know my “knockers” as you called them are great. But I have to ask, you aren't exactly the smartest one in the class, are you? Making comments like that distract people from the fact you're receiving a hand job from that small boy sitting next to you.” The cluster of students gasped, either looking at the beat red Hyukjae, or the smirking model. Sungmin nodded in approval.
“Beautiful with a sharp tongue, my favorite.” She twisted her head towards Chinese giant. “How do feel about adding in one more?”
Zhou Mi's eyes widened and she flashed the brightest smile.
“Kui Xian~” a voice had called. The model still sat on the couch, stretching her sore limbs after three hours of posing. She opened an eye, looking above her at the statuesque girl towering over her. The rest of class was dwindling down, as they put away the remaining supplies and hung their art pieces onto a drying rack.
“How about we go out for lunch, you must be hungry, right?” The enormous girl smiled sweetly at the naked girl below her. She held her hand behind her back as she bent over, leaning down to eye level. “What do you say, Kyuhyun-sshi?”
“Zhou Mi! Sunbaenim told us to lock up. He has a date with that chef again.” Sungmin skipped over, twirling the key ring around her index finger.
“He's always the first one out of the door, isn't he, Sungmin?”
“Oh, Kyuhyun-sshi, you're still here. Are you going to eat with us?” Kyuhyun raised an eyebrow.
“Wouldn't that interrupt your couple time? Having a third wheel around?” Sungmin smiled.
“Oh, so you knew?” Kyuhyun shrugged.
“Just friends don't share those type of looks.” Zhou Mi nodded understandingly. “Besides, I don't really think you're interested in lunch anyway.”
“And what would make you say that?” Sungmin challenged.
“A lesbian couple standing alone with a naked girl in a room that they suspiciously have the key to? There's only one thing you could want.” Sungmin smirked and rested her index finger on her right cheek.
“And are you willing to participate, Kyuhyun-sshi?” She purred the named, enunciating each syllable. Zhou Mi looked at Kyuhyun with pleading eyes. Kyuhyun stared at the girls before standing up, causing Zhou Mi to step back a few steps so they wouldn't hit heads. She continued to stare at the two, no words being exchanged, her expression unchanging. She took a step forward and caught them both be surprise when she wrapped her arms around Sungmin's neck and smashed their lips together.
Zhou Mi watched her girlfriend in the arms of another woman. A naked woman at that, but she couldn't find it in her to care. In fact, she found herself more jealous than anything that she wasn't involved. She tiptoed behind the glowing, naked girl, and pressed herself against her. She wrapped her arms around Kyuhyun's stomach and pulled her to the couch, Sungmin and Kyuhyun never breaking their heated kiss as they climbed on top of the furniture. “Minnie, don't hog Kyuhyun all to yourself,” the Chinese girl whined, swiping Kyuhyun's hair to her left shoulder, so she could start attacking her neck.
Kyuhyun moaned at the warm tongue against her skin and once again when she felt the girl's long fingers grab at her breasts. Zhou Mi started to knead at her breasts and nip down her back, every so often breathing against her flesh, sending her shivers down her spine.
“Mi-mi,” she moaned into Sungmin's mouth, trying to help the small girl remove her pink and white striped cardigan. Sungmin broke the kiss, and pushed Kyuhyun into Zhou Mi.
“Be a dear and give her some attention. She looks rather lonely,” she said as she struggled with her Hello Kitty buttons.
Kyuhyun turned her head slightly, looking at Zhou Mi between half lidded eyes. Zhou Mi immediately spun Kyuhyun around, and pushed her back against the couch. She took one of Kyuhyun's erect nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the nub. Kyuhyun gripped Zhou Mi's hair tightly, muttering occasional curses when Zhou Mi added a hand to her neglected breast. She tossed her head back, catching a glimpse of the half naked Sungmin. She quickly kicked off her skirt to reveal she had chosen not to wear underwear that day.
“Nice view,” Kyuhyun grunted, slightly distract by the girl on top of her. Sungmin stuck out her tongue slightly, and climbed back onto the couch. She crawled over to Kyuhyun and gives her a lick on the lips. Just as Kyuhyun is about to respond, Sungmin pulled away and taped Zhou Mi on the shoulder. Zhou Mi stopped sucking, much to Kyuhyun's protests and glances up at her lover. Sungmin cupped her face, and pulled her in for a kiss.
Kyuhyun lay there, growing more uncomfortable as the seconds went by. She watched as the two girls engaged in a heated battle for dominance, the sounds of lip smacking and sporadic breathing driving her insane.
"Don't forget me now," Kyuhyun whined, her hands reaching grab onto someone. She growled when she was ignored and seized Sungmin's wrist. Sungmin chuckled into her kiss.
"Someone's a bit of an attention whore." Zhou Mi hummed in agreement.
"Whore in general, actually." Kyuhyun glared and reached for Zhou Mi's pants and slowly unbuttoned them.
"Mimi's a little over dressed don't you think, Sungmin?" Kyuhyun said, her thumbs hooked on Zhou Mi's belt loops as she slowly pulled her skinny jeans, eyes sparkling seeing that she too had went commando. "No underwear?"
"They just get in the way," Sungmin mumbled as she proceeded to push up Zhou Mi's tank top. Zhou Mi moaned, Sungmin's mouth nipping at her stomach while Kyuhyun's tongue slowly traced along her legs. Kyuhyun slowly moved up, her tongue running along Zhou Mi's knee caps. The Chinese girl was visibly shaking, legs opening wider and wider the closer Kyuhyun got.
Kyuhyun bit at her inner thigh, sucking roughly. Zhou Mi let out a muffled scream, biting down on her bottom lip, griping both girls' hair. Kyuhyun inched forward, sending teasing butterfly kisses up her thigh, so slow to the deep cavern. Close enough to feel the heat radiating, and the wetness seeping, but far enough to leave Zhou Mi desperate and panting frantically. One flick of her tongue was all it took to send Zhou Mi over the edge, spilling her juices all over her face.
“So early?” Kyuhyun wiped her face with her fingers and sucked each one individually, not breaking eye contact with Zhou Mi, who was trying to calm her breathing. Sungmin lifted herself up, looking towards Kyuhyun with a small pout on her face.
“Such an evil little girl, mocking my Mimi like that.” Kyuhyun stopped trailing her tongue along her middle finger and shifted her gaze to Sungmin. She smirked in reply.
“Oh, and what are you going to do about that?” Sungmin giggled and smiled.
“You'll see, just wait here.” She hopped off the couch and jogged to the other side of the room.
“Nice ass.” Kyuhyun commented, sitting on her calves, not noticing someone creeping behind her. Kyuhyun squeaked when she felt arms wrap around her, and a mouth nipping at her ear. Kyuhyun turned around, trailing kisses down Zhou Mi's neck. Zhou Mi threw her head back, giving the other girl more access, as she swept her tongue against her clavicle. Neither of them noticed when Sungmin returned into the couch until Sungmin breathed against Kyuhyun's shoulder blade.
“Kyuhyunnie hasn't been very nice, teasing, saying such mean things, and ignoring Sungminnie, she needs to be taught a lesson.” Sungmin pried Kyuhyun off of Zhou Mi, and pushed her onto her back. Kyuhyun's eyed widened when she noticed something in the others hand.
“S-Sungmin,” she hesitated. “What is that in your hand?” Sungmin smirked.
“Oh, I think you know exactly what it is.” Kyuhyun furrowed her eyebrows.
“I asked the wrong question; of course I know what it is, but why? Why do you have that?” Sungmin's smirk grew and she chuckled.
“I think you know exactly what I have it.” Zhou Mi crawled over trying to pull the object from Sungmin's grasp.
“But Min, that's so, unsanitary.” Sungmin shrugged.
“I rinsed it.”
“But Min, that's a paintbrush.” Sungmin broke away from Zhou Mi's grasp and ran the tip against Kyuhyun's inner thighs. Kyuhyun's legs begin to tremble.
“I don't think Kyuhyun minds.” She pressed the end at shaking girl's entrance. She leaned in, kissing Kyuhyun on the cheek before whispering, “You brought this upon yourself.” Without warning, in one motion she slammed the paintbrush in, drawing a cry of pain from Kyuhyun.
She wrapped her arms around Sungmin's neck, shoving her shoulder into Sungmin's chest. She panted heavily, feeling herself stretch to accommodate the brush. Once she felt ready, she tightened her hold on Sungmin.
“Move,” she grunted. Kyuhyun felt Sungmin's body shake from her laugh.
“Oh no, Kyuhyun. You have to work for it. Ride it.” Kyuhyun bit her lip, muffling her spew of curses at the tiny girl. She exhaled a few times before she shamelessly rocked her hips, her natural lubricant sliding her along the wooden brush.
Zhou Mi watched from the other end of the couch. She cringed at the thought of the people using the brush the next day, but she couldn't help but stare, feeling her own wetness returning.
Kyuhyun moaned as she started rocking her hips harder, faster than before. She looked at Sungmin with pleading eyes, as she has yet to find that spot, the spot that would leave her writhing, and crying out for more. Sungmin seemed to understand and she threw one of Kyuhyun's legs over her shoulder. She grabbed onto the paintbrush harder, and pounded it into Kyuhyun. The new angle drove her insane. She felt tears sting in her eyes and she drug her nails into Sungmin's back. She thrust into Kyuhyun repeatedly; twisting and shoving the brush in deeper and harder than before.
Zhou Mi bit her lip, unable to tear her gaze away from the two. She slid her own fingers in between her legs. She slipped her fingers inside her slick entryway, imagining it was one of the others. She imagined the girls on top of her, the bouncing breasts, the soft hair, the gorgeous faces, their tongues roaming around her body. She spread her legs wider, diving her fingers in deeper.
She stared at Sungmin's back, desperately wanting to sink her teeth into the flesh that was glistening in sweat, but she knew better. Nothing was worse than upsetting Sungmin.
When Kyuhyun reached her peak, she dug her nails into Sungmin's back, leaving a long trail of scratches and expelled a jumble of names, a mix of Sungmin's and Zhou Mi's.
The sound of her name being screamed is what threw Zhou Mi over the edge. She came for a second time, much harder than before. She watched through half lidded eyes as Sungmin pulled out the paintbrush, and shoved it inside her mouth, licking off all of the other girl's juices. If she wasn't in such a euphoric state, she probably would've puked.
Kyuhyun sat up, the effects of her orgasm wearing off.
“You know, Sungmin,” she said, her voice a bit hoarse. “You aren't very nice to your girlfriend, abandoning her to play with herself.” She exchanged a glance with Zhou Mi, her eyes filled with mischief. Zhou Mi beamed.
“I agree. Minnie has been a very bad girl today, and you know what we do with bad girls, don't you?”
Sungmin licked her lips, waiting restlessly when the girls crawled over to her, their eyes sparkling.