girls just wanna have fun
girls just wanna have fun
yoochun/changmin
NC-17
double genderswitch, as in girl!yoochun on girl!changmin sex, yadayada. pretty much no plot whatsoever, just girlporn and crack. enjoy? XD ♥
It's been a long week, and Yoochun feels like crying.
Changmin says, "hyung, come sleep with me tonight," like the caring, albeit smartass, dongsaeng that he is. So, Yoochun does, feeling very grateful and very loved as Changmin's arms wind tight around his waist, comforting him. "It'll all be okay in the morning," Changmin says. "Don't worry anymore, hyung."
Except Yoochun wakes up the next morning with a few things he most certainly didn't have the night before: boobs, a vagina, and a very grumpy, very female Changmin cursing at himself in the mirror.
Yoochun wonders whether God hates him or loves him. Then he really does cry.
--
"Okay. Okay," Jaejoong says, pacing the living room frantically, arms flailing with every word as he continues with, "we can get through this. Somehow. I mean. It's just...girlbits, right?"
If looks could kill, Yoochun thinks Jaejoong would be nothing but dust in the wind by now, because he's pretty sure that even though Changmin is technically Chamiko, he's still got a mean glare. And then he wonders if he should still be referring to them both as 'he' since technically, they're girls, now. His vision blurs.
"Y-yah, Yoo- I mean, Miki- I mean," Yunho sputters, wrapping his arms around Yoochun's shoulders. "Don't cry, it's going to be okay, really."
Changmin harrumphs, crossing his arms over his chest, which has almost doubled in size. If Yoochun weren't so hung up over his own girlbits and how to deal with them, he'd probably be trying to cop a feel of Changmin's. "Well, at least you've got small ones, hyung," Changmin says, glaring at Yoochun. "And stop staring at mine! You pervert!"
Yoochun buries his face in his hands. "I know, okay!" he cries, and stands, hands on his hips. "But it's just not fair! I still have a flat ass and now I have a flat chest! If I'm going to be a fucking girl, I should at least have GOOD parts!"
"Actually," Junsu pipes up, thoughtful, "I think your ass got a little bit bigger. Maybe by a centimeter or two."
Yoochun bursts into tears again while Changmin laughs gleefully, promptly stopping when Yoochun shouts about how girly he sounds.
--
Later, Yoochun's finally accepted that he's, for the time being, a female. The size of his breasts haven't stopped him at all from playing with them, and in retrospect, he kind of likes them. They're not too big or too small - just right. And he doesn't need a bra, like Changmin does. Snickering, Yoochun feels himself up some more, watching in the mirror as he gives himself a small bit of cleavage. "So pretty, Miki," he coos, taking in the new curves of his body. His hips aren't too bad. They'd be just right for gripping, if he was still a man. Which. He kind of is. Inside.
He squirms a little, feeling wet and hot between his legs. "Ugh," he says, wrinkling his nose. He lets go of his boobs and turns away from the mirror. "Fuck, I'm horny. This is gross."
"Ew, hyung. Stop talking about things like that where people can hear them," Changmin says, appearing suddenly in the open doorway. It looks like Jaejoong got a hold of him while Yoochun was admiring himself in the mirror - Changmin's got on a pair of pajama bottoms that emphasize his new curves very well, and... Yoochun doesn't really want to know where Jaejoong got the bra from. But it does look nice. On Changmin. And beneath Changmin's wife-beater that doesn't quite fit him like it used to.
"Hyung. You're staring again."
"Sorry," Yoochun says automatically, still staring.
Changmin sighs heavily and walks over, grabbing Yoochun's hand and planting it right on top of one of them. "Happy now? Go on, feel me up. It's not like- oh." Changmin's expression turns a little thoughtful as Yoochun does exactly what Changmin told him to, just... more romantically. Changmin's still the baby, after all, even if he's got the best rack Yoochun's ever seen on a... man. Woman. Whatever.
"Does this make us lesbians?" Changmin asks, half-frowning. "I mean, I know we're technically men with girlbits, but. We have girlbits. And we're playing with them."
"Uh," Yoochun says, hand still on Changmin's breast. "I... have no idea. To be honest, I thought you were cute even when you had manbits."
Changmin narrows his eyes. It somehow still looks menacing even with the softer features of a woman. "Hyung. Why are are you telling me this now?"
Yoochun opens his mouth to reply when Junsu walks in and halts. Junsu looks from Changmin's breast with Yoochun's hand on it, to Yoochun, to Changmin, then promptly turns around and walks back out. "YAH, YOOCHUN'S FEELING UP THE BABY," comes the gleeful yell, followed by familiar laughter.
Changmin smacks Yoochun's hand away, glaring fiercely, and adjusts himself. "See what you did," Changmin says, even though it was his idea to put Yoochun's hand there in the first place, and when Yoochun vocalizes this, Changmin simply harrumphs and walks out.
Yoochun frowns, and then realizes that he's even more horny than he was two minutes ago. "Hell. And they say men are horndogs," he mutters, and decides it's time to go see if cold showers work wonders for the female anatomy as well as men's.
--
"Hyung, can I ask you something?"
Yoochun looks up from his magazine, slapping a hand over the article about ten ways to satisfy your man, though from the look on Changmin's face, he's already been caught. "Um, yes?" Changmin's face goes from amused to slightly annoyed, and maybe a bit nervous, as well. Yoochun sits up, suddenly concerned, and tosses the magazine aside to make room for Changmin to sit. "C'mere. What's up, Changminah?" he says, resisting the urge to wrap an arm around Changmin's waist as Changmin takes the offered space.
Changmin's face scrunches as if he's having a hard time figuring out what to say, which isn't very Changmin-ly, at all. Finally, after a moment or two, he says, in a rush, "I'm horny and I don't know what to do and I actually tried and it's really disgusting down there and it didn't feel good at all."
"Oh," Yoochun says dumbly, "You... want me to tell you what to do?"
Changmin blushes. And he does it prettily, to boot. Yoochun curses mentally. "No," Changmin says, scowling. "I told you, it's... gross. Sticky and wet."
Yoochun swallows hard. "You mean. Uh, you want me to do it?" he breathes.
"Yes," Changmin says tightly, and if his eyes had lasers he'd be burning a hole into Yoochun's carpet right now. And maybe Yoochun's toe. Yoochun inches his foot back, just in case. "Will you? Or do I need to go find Jaejoong-hyung?"
Yoochun snickers at the thought of Jaejoong and a female Changmin. "Um, I'm pretty sure Jaejoong would probably choke on his own spit if you asked him," he says, earning a tiny smile from Changmin. Feeling emboldened, Yoochun slides his hand onto Changmin's thigh, gentle and affectionate, but with a hint of something more. "If you really want me to."
Changmin's throat flexes as he swallows, the adam's apple that used to be there replaced with flat, smooth skin. "Yeah," he says, voice soft and pretty. Changmin turns, watching Yoochun with dark eyes, still the same even through the more feminine features. "Hy- unnie, kiss me."
Yoochun shivers at the switch in honorifics, leans over and buries fingers into Changmin's hair as he kisses Changmin slowly. Changmin responds immediately, clutching at Yoochun's shoulder as he slides his tongue past Yoochun's lips eagerly, causing Yoochun to gasp lightly with the sudden sliver of lust that catches him by surprise. Yoochun braces himself half-over Changmin with a hand, deepening the kiss with a sharp inhale and a light, wet smack of lips that seems to echo in the room.
Changmin still smells the same, still feels the same but for the curve of breasts against Yoochun's own as Yoochun presses closer. The kiss rapidly turns into something more, hot and messy as Changmin begins to get impatient, moving restlessly and making soft, whining noises into Yoochun's mouth. Yoochun pulls away with a soft gasp, mouthing at Changmin's jaw before he slides to his knees, pulling Changmin closer to the edge of the bed.
Changmin watches Yoochun through heavily-lidded eyes, lips parted and shiny as he pants shallowly. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," Yoochun breathes, and Changmin's eyes flutter as his hips shift again. Yoochun doesn't want to tease and makes quick work of sliding Changmin's pajama pants down and off his legs, his own breath hitching as he takes in the smoothness of Changmin's legs, the plain, white panties they had Yunho run out and buy earlier in the day and the way they cling to Changmin innocently and sinfully all at once.
Changmin shivers, lifting his hips helpfully as Yoochun leans forward. But Yoochun doesn't pull the panties down immediately, sliding his hands beneath Changmin's ass as he bends down and presses his mouth against the fabric, breathing out. Changmin gives a soft, strangled moan, head falling back as he spreads his legs and arches for more. "Please," Changmin says, hips in motion. Yoochun licks a broad stripe over the fabric, then sinks teeth down carefully. Changmin's moan is louder this time, and his hips snap jerkily towards Yoochun's mouth. "Don't tease," Changmin says tersely, breathless.
Yoochun shudders, leaning back to slip Changmin's panties off, and then settles his hands at the small of Changmin's back as he bends down again, darting his tongue along the folds of Changmin's clitoris before he sucks at it firmly, sliding the flat of his tongue smoothly over it. Changmin shudders with a small cry, fisting his hands in Yoochun's hair with a hoarse, "more, please, oh God."
It's been a while since Yoochun's done this, but from the way Changmin shakes and tugs at his hair as he flicks his tongue over Changmin again and again, he thinks he might not be so rusty. Changmin's as vocal as Yoochun thought he'd be, sharp and soft cries and moans spilling from him one after the other as Yoochun pleasures him. Changmin's nails rake Yoochun's scalp, sending shivers of want through him, and he doubles his efforts, slipping a finger inside Changmin's heat, searching.
Changmin falls back to the bed with a groan, legs trembling and open as he arches when Yoochun hits the right spot. He claws at the sheets, writhing and calling Yoochun's name over and over. Yoochun sucks harder, thrusts faster and faster, shaking at the sight and squeezing his legs together to stop the ache of being neglected. Then, with a ragged gasp, Changmin arches, tensed, tightening around Yoochun's finger as he comes. Yoochun gentles Changmin through with lighter strokes of tongue, slowing his finger to a gentle touch.
Changmin breathes, "Yoochunah," scrabbling at Yoochun's shoulder, and Yoochun goes easily, kissing Changmin hotly as he settles against Changmin's body. Changmin kisses Yoochun like he's dying, hands tight in Yoochun's hair and a leg hooked around Yoochun's hip. Yoochun groans in want, hips moving restlessly against Changmin. "Let me," Changmin says, stuttered, "tell me what to do, wanna make you feel it, too."
Yoochun moans breathlessly, clutching Changmin's hand as it slides over his stomach and down. "Just," he says, guiding Changmin's fingers into his panties, "like this." He moves Changmin's fingers, hips jerking as sharp pleasure winds through him. "Fuck, yeah, like that," he breathes into Changmin's neck, taking his hand away to clutch at the sheets. Changmin's fingers move continuously over him and he shudders helplessly, slides his knee up to open himself up more.
Changmin leans up on an elbow, kissing and sucking at Yoochun's neck and intensifying everything. Yoochun whines softly, hips thrusting against the movement of Changmin's fingers erratically. "Changminah, so good," he says in a rush, and Changmin moans softly against his skin, bending down to mouth at Yoochun's nipple through his shirt. The tiny bite Changmin gives is enough to push Yoochun over completely and he cries out, shaking as his orgasm seems to cut him to the bone with how different and how good it feels.
Changmin tugs Yoochun down for another kiss, messy and lacking grace completely. Yoochun all but collapses against Changmin, still shaking lightly as aftershocks throb deep inside, alternating between kissing Changmin and breathing hard. He tears his mouth away from Changmin's reluctantly, burying his face into Changmin's neck as he catches his breath.
"Hyung," Changmin says, voice softly hoarse, "can I stay here tonight?"
Yoochun lifts his head, raising a hand to thumb at Changmin's cheekbone lightly. "'Course you can," he whispers, fond, and carefully slides off of Changmin and up the bed. "C'mere."
Changmin crawls up next to Yoochun, laughing quietly. "I feel weird, being only half-dressed like this," he says, a light blush coloring his cheeks.
Yoochun smiles and turns down the blankets so they can snuggle beneath them, then removes his clothes. "So be completely naked with me, then," he says, teasing, though his grin falters slightly at the way Changmin looks him up and down, thoughtful and dark all at once.
"You're right, hyung. You really do have flat ones," Changmin says, laughing, and completely ruins the mood.
Yoochun sighs, looking down sorrowfully. "Well," he says, slumping, "at least they don't bounce a lot. I have a feeling that would hurt."
Changmin harrumphs in the middle of taking off his own shirt, the sound a little muffled. Yoochun reaches over and unsnaps Changmin's bra to help, watching heavily as Changmin shrugs out of it. Changmin's blush darkens and he scoots beneath the blankets with a light scowl. "Stop making me horny again," he says, sounding more petulant than annoyed. He smiles when Yoochun laughs, though, and doesn't resist when Yoochun snuggles in close and wraps arms around his waist.
"Go to sleep. Maybe we'll wake up and be normal again," Yoochun says drowsily, hoping.
--
When Yoochun wakes up, he's groggily aware of two things: his morning wood, and Changmin - who is still very much female - awake and thoughtfully staring at said morning wood. "So, oppa," Changmin says, glancing up with dark, teasing eyes. "Want me to take care of that?"
Yoochun may be half-asleep, but there is no way he's turning down an offer like that. Coffee can wait.
--
"You know," Changmin says casually from his stomach-down perch on the bed, legs in the air and bobbing, "this being a woman thing, it really isn't so bad now."
Yoochun hums absently in agreement, fixated on the way Changmin's body curves in his position. "It's been three days now. I'm sure you'll change back soon."
Changmin turns, planting his chin in his hand. "Do you want me to change back?" he asks in that way that clearly says 'I can read you so easily right now, so don't even bother with lying or I will hurt you'.
"Do you remember when I said I thought you were cute even when you were male?" Changmin nods. "Well," Yoochun continues, "I meant it. I mean- you're still you, whether you're male or female. So. Uh, yeah."
Changmin looks amused. "That's a very vague answer, hyung." He gets up, crawling up to sit by Yoochun and lean into him. "Good thing I can read between the lines, huh?"
"Yeah," Yoochun says, smiling fondly, and wraps his arm around Changmin's shoulders to pull him even closer. "Otherwise we'd all be screwed."
"Speaking of screwed," Changmin says in a voice Yoochun's come to recognize very well, "I think-"
Yoochun interrupts him with, "I can read between those lines just fine, thank you," and promptly flips Changmin over.
--
"Yah!"
Yunho's voice jolts Yoochun to wakefulness with a start, and he sleepily registers that his arm is either gone or asleep, and Changmin's morning erection is poking his thigh. And then he realizes that Changmin's morning erection is poking his thigh.
"C'mon, you two-"
Yoochun sits up abruptly, throwing back the covers one-handed. "Changminah! You're a real boy now!" he shouts gleefully, shaking Changmin lightly. Changmin glares at him groggily, but the look is quickly replaced as Yoochun grins and says, "let me take care of that for you," curling fingers around Changmin's cock.
"Aish," Yunho mutters, shutting the door, while Yoochun shows Changmin exactly how much he knows about satisfying his man.
yoochun/changmin
NC-17
double genderswitch, as in girl!yoochun on girl!changmin sex, yadayada. pretty much no plot whatsoever, just girlporn and crack. enjoy? XD ♥
It's been a long week, and Yoochun feels like crying.
Changmin says, "hyung, come sleep with me tonight," like the caring, albeit smartass, dongsaeng that he is. So, Yoochun does, feeling very grateful and very loved as Changmin's arms wind tight around his waist, comforting him. "It'll all be okay in the morning," Changmin says. "Don't worry anymore, hyung."
Except Yoochun wakes up the next morning with a few things he most certainly didn't have the night before: boobs, a vagina, and a very grumpy, very female Changmin cursing at himself in the mirror.
Yoochun wonders whether God hates him or loves him. Then he really does cry.
--
"Okay. Okay," Jaejoong says, pacing the living room frantically, arms flailing with every word as he continues with, "we can get through this. Somehow. I mean. It's just...girlbits, right?"
If looks could kill, Yoochun thinks Jaejoong would be nothing but dust in the wind by now, because he's pretty sure that even though Changmin is technically Chamiko, he's still got a mean glare. And then he wonders if he should still be referring to them both as 'he' since technically, they're girls, now. His vision blurs.
"Y-yah, Yoo- I mean, Miki- I mean," Yunho sputters, wrapping his arms around Yoochun's shoulders. "Don't cry, it's going to be okay, really."
Changmin harrumphs, crossing his arms over his chest, which has almost doubled in size. If Yoochun weren't so hung up over his own girlbits and how to deal with them, he'd probably be trying to cop a feel of Changmin's. "Well, at least you've got small ones, hyung," Changmin says, glaring at Yoochun. "And stop staring at mine! You pervert!"
Yoochun buries his face in his hands. "I know, okay!" he cries, and stands, hands on his hips. "But it's just not fair! I still have a flat ass and now I have a flat chest! If I'm going to be a fucking girl, I should at least have GOOD parts!"
"Actually," Junsu pipes up, thoughtful, "I think your ass got a little bit bigger. Maybe by a centimeter or two."
Yoochun bursts into tears again while Changmin laughs gleefully, promptly stopping when Yoochun shouts about how girly he sounds.
--
Later, Yoochun's finally accepted that he's, for the time being, a female. The size of his breasts haven't stopped him at all from playing with them, and in retrospect, he kind of likes them. They're not too big or too small - just right. And he doesn't need a bra, like Changmin does. Snickering, Yoochun feels himself up some more, watching in the mirror as he gives himself a small bit of cleavage. "So pretty, Miki," he coos, taking in the new curves of his body. His hips aren't too bad. They'd be just right for gripping, if he was still a man. Which. He kind of is. Inside.
He squirms a little, feeling wet and hot between his legs. "Ugh," he says, wrinkling his nose. He lets go of his boobs and turns away from the mirror. "Fuck, I'm horny. This is gross."
"Ew, hyung. Stop talking about things like that where people can hear them," Changmin says, appearing suddenly in the open doorway. It looks like Jaejoong got a hold of him while Yoochun was admiring himself in the mirror - Changmin's got on a pair of pajama bottoms that emphasize his new curves very well, and... Yoochun doesn't really want to know where Jaejoong got the bra from. But it does look nice. On Changmin. And beneath Changmin's wife-beater that doesn't quite fit him like it used to.
"Hyung. You're staring again."
"Sorry," Yoochun says automatically, still staring.
Changmin sighs heavily and walks over, grabbing Yoochun's hand and planting it right on top of one of them. "Happy now? Go on, feel me up. It's not like- oh." Changmin's expression turns a little thoughtful as Yoochun does exactly what Changmin told him to, just... more romantically. Changmin's still the baby, after all, even if he's got the best rack Yoochun's ever seen on a... man. Woman. Whatever.
"Does this make us lesbians?" Changmin asks, half-frowning. "I mean, I know we're technically men with girlbits, but. We have girlbits. And we're playing with them."
"Uh," Yoochun says, hand still on Changmin's breast. "I... have no idea. To be honest, I thought you were cute even when you had manbits."
Changmin narrows his eyes. It somehow still looks menacing even with the softer features of a woman. "Hyung. Why are are you telling me this now?"
Yoochun opens his mouth to reply when Junsu walks in and halts. Junsu looks from Changmin's breast with Yoochun's hand on it, to Yoochun, to Changmin, then promptly turns around and walks back out. "YAH, YOOCHUN'S FEELING UP THE BABY," comes the gleeful yell, followed by familiar laughter.
Changmin smacks Yoochun's hand away, glaring fiercely, and adjusts himself. "See what you did," Changmin says, even though it was his idea to put Yoochun's hand there in the first place, and when Yoochun vocalizes this, Changmin simply harrumphs and walks out.
Yoochun frowns, and then realizes that he's even more horny than he was two minutes ago. "Hell. And they say men are horndogs," he mutters, and decides it's time to go see if cold showers work wonders for the female anatomy as well as men's.
--
"Hyung, can I ask you something?"
Yoochun looks up from his magazine, slapping a hand over the article about ten ways to satisfy your man, though from the look on Changmin's face, he's already been caught. "Um, yes?" Changmin's face goes from amused to slightly annoyed, and maybe a bit nervous, as well. Yoochun sits up, suddenly concerned, and tosses the magazine aside to make room for Changmin to sit. "C'mere. What's up, Changminah?" he says, resisting the urge to wrap an arm around Changmin's waist as Changmin takes the offered space.
Changmin's face scrunches as if he's having a hard time figuring out what to say, which isn't very Changmin-ly, at all. Finally, after a moment or two, he says, in a rush, "I'm horny and I don't know what to do and I actually tried and it's really disgusting down there and it didn't feel good at all."
"Oh," Yoochun says dumbly, "You... want me to tell you what to do?"
Changmin blushes. And he does it prettily, to boot. Yoochun curses mentally. "No," Changmin says, scowling. "I told you, it's... gross. Sticky and wet."
Yoochun swallows hard. "You mean. Uh, you want me to do it?" he breathes.
"Yes," Changmin says tightly, and if his eyes had lasers he'd be burning a hole into Yoochun's carpet right now. And maybe Yoochun's toe. Yoochun inches his foot back, just in case. "Will you? Or do I need to go find Jaejoong-hyung?"
Yoochun snickers at the thought of Jaejoong and a female Changmin. "Um, I'm pretty sure Jaejoong would probably choke on his own spit if you asked him," he says, earning a tiny smile from Changmin. Feeling emboldened, Yoochun slides his hand onto Changmin's thigh, gentle and affectionate, but with a hint of something more. "If you really want me to."
Changmin's throat flexes as he swallows, the adam's apple that used to be there replaced with flat, smooth skin. "Yeah," he says, voice soft and pretty. Changmin turns, watching Yoochun with dark eyes, still the same even through the more feminine features. "Hy- unnie, kiss me."
Yoochun shivers at the switch in honorifics, leans over and buries fingers into Changmin's hair as he kisses Changmin slowly. Changmin responds immediately, clutching at Yoochun's shoulder as he slides his tongue past Yoochun's lips eagerly, causing Yoochun to gasp lightly with the sudden sliver of lust that catches him by surprise. Yoochun braces himself half-over Changmin with a hand, deepening the kiss with a sharp inhale and a light, wet smack of lips that seems to echo in the room.
Changmin still smells the same, still feels the same but for the curve of breasts against Yoochun's own as Yoochun presses closer. The kiss rapidly turns into something more, hot and messy as Changmin begins to get impatient, moving restlessly and making soft, whining noises into Yoochun's mouth. Yoochun pulls away with a soft gasp, mouthing at Changmin's jaw before he slides to his knees, pulling Changmin closer to the edge of the bed.
Changmin watches Yoochun through heavily-lidded eyes, lips parted and shiny as he pants shallowly. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," Yoochun breathes, and Changmin's eyes flutter as his hips shift again. Yoochun doesn't want to tease and makes quick work of sliding Changmin's pajama pants down and off his legs, his own breath hitching as he takes in the smoothness of Changmin's legs, the plain, white panties they had Yunho run out and buy earlier in the day and the way they cling to Changmin innocently and sinfully all at once.
Changmin shivers, lifting his hips helpfully as Yoochun leans forward. But Yoochun doesn't pull the panties down immediately, sliding his hands beneath Changmin's ass as he bends down and presses his mouth against the fabric, breathing out. Changmin gives a soft, strangled moan, head falling back as he spreads his legs and arches for more. "Please," Changmin says, hips in motion. Yoochun licks a broad stripe over the fabric, then sinks teeth down carefully. Changmin's moan is louder this time, and his hips snap jerkily towards Yoochun's mouth. "Don't tease," Changmin says tersely, breathless.
Yoochun shudders, leaning back to slip Changmin's panties off, and then settles his hands at the small of Changmin's back as he bends down again, darting his tongue along the folds of Changmin's clitoris before he sucks at it firmly, sliding the flat of his tongue smoothly over it. Changmin shudders with a small cry, fisting his hands in Yoochun's hair with a hoarse, "more, please, oh God."
It's been a while since Yoochun's done this, but from the way Changmin shakes and tugs at his hair as he flicks his tongue over Changmin again and again, he thinks he might not be so rusty. Changmin's as vocal as Yoochun thought he'd be, sharp and soft cries and moans spilling from him one after the other as Yoochun pleasures him. Changmin's nails rake Yoochun's scalp, sending shivers of want through him, and he doubles his efforts, slipping a finger inside Changmin's heat, searching.
Changmin falls back to the bed with a groan, legs trembling and open as he arches when Yoochun hits the right spot. He claws at the sheets, writhing and calling Yoochun's name over and over. Yoochun sucks harder, thrusts faster and faster, shaking at the sight and squeezing his legs together to stop the ache of being neglected. Then, with a ragged gasp, Changmin arches, tensed, tightening around Yoochun's finger as he comes. Yoochun gentles Changmin through with lighter strokes of tongue, slowing his finger to a gentle touch.
Changmin breathes, "Yoochunah," scrabbling at Yoochun's shoulder, and Yoochun goes easily, kissing Changmin hotly as he settles against Changmin's body. Changmin kisses Yoochun like he's dying, hands tight in Yoochun's hair and a leg hooked around Yoochun's hip. Yoochun groans in want, hips moving restlessly against Changmin. "Let me," Changmin says, stuttered, "tell me what to do, wanna make you feel it, too."
Yoochun moans breathlessly, clutching Changmin's hand as it slides over his stomach and down. "Just," he says, guiding Changmin's fingers into his panties, "like this." He moves Changmin's fingers, hips jerking as sharp pleasure winds through him. "Fuck, yeah, like that," he breathes into Changmin's neck, taking his hand away to clutch at the sheets. Changmin's fingers move continuously over him and he shudders helplessly, slides his knee up to open himself up more.
Changmin leans up on an elbow, kissing and sucking at Yoochun's neck and intensifying everything. Yoochun whines softly, hips thrusting against the movement of Changmin's fingers erratically. "Changminah, so good," he says in a rush, and Changmin moans softly against his skin, bending down to mouth at Yoochun's nipple through his shirt. The tiny bite Changmin gives is enough to push Yoochun over completely and he cries out, shaking as his orgasm seems to cut him to the bone with how different and how good it feels.
Changmin tugs Yoochun down for another kiss, messy and lacking grace completely. Yoochun all but collapses against Changmin, still shaking lightly as aftershocks throb deep inside, alternating between kissing Changmin and breathing hard. He tears his mouth away from Changmin's reluctantly, burying his face into Changmin's neck as he catches his breath.
"Hyung," Changmin says, voice softly hoarse, "can I stay here tonight?"
Yoochun lifts his head, raising a hand to thumb at Changmin's cheekbone lightly. "'Course you can," he whispers, fond, and carefully slides off of Changmin and up the bed. "C'mere."
Changmin crawls up next to Yoochun, laughing quietly. "I feel weird, being only half-dressed like this," he says, a light blush coloring his cheeks.
Yoochun smiles and turns down the blankets so they can snuggle beneath them, then removes his clothes. "So be completely naked with me, then," he says, teasing, though his grin falters slightly at the way Changmin looks him up and down, thoughtful and dark all at once.
"You're right, hyung. You really do have flat ones," Changmin says, laughing, and completely ruins the mood.
Yoochun sighs, looking down sorrowfully. "Well," he says, slumping, "at least they don't bounce a lot. I have a feeling that would hurt."
Changmin harrumphs in the middle of taking off his own shirt, the sound a little muffled. Yoochun reaches over and unsnaps Changmin's bra to help, watching heavily as Changmin shrugs out of it. Changmin's blush darkens and he scoots beneath the blankets with a light scowl. "Stop making me horny again," he says, sounding more petulant than annoyed. He smiles when Yoochun laughs, though, and doesn't resist when Yoochun snuggles in close and wraps arms around his waist.
"Go to sleep. Maybe we'll wake up and be normal again," Yoochun says drowsily, hoping.
--
When Yoochun wakes up, he's groggily aware of two things: his morning wood, and Changmin - who is still very much female - awake and thoughtfully staring at said morning wood. "So, oppa," Changmin says, glancing up with dark, teasing eyes. "Want me to take care of that?"
Yoochun may be half-asleep, but there is no way he's turning down an offer like that. Coffee can wait.
--
"You know," Changmin says casually from his stomach-down perch on the bed, legs in the air and bobbing, "this being a woman thing, it really isn't so bad now."
Yoochun hums absently in agreement, fixated on the way Changmin's body curves in his position. "It's been three days now. I'm sure you'll change back soon."
Changmin turns, planting his chin in his hand. "Do you want me to change back?" he asks in that way that clearly says 'I can read you so easily right now, so don't even bother with lying or I will hurt you'.
"Do you remember when I said I thought you were cute even when you were male?" Changmin nods. "Well," Yoochun continues, "I meant it. I mean- you're still you, whether you're male or female. So. Uh, yeah."
Changmin looks amused. "That's a very vague answer, hyung." He gets up, crawling up to sit by Yoochun and lean into him. "Good thing I can read between the lines, huh?"
"Yeah," Yoochun says, smiling fondly, and wraps his arm around Changmin's shoulders to pull him even closer. "Otherwise we'd all be screwed."
"Speaking of screwed," Changmin says in a voice Yoochun's come to recognize very well, "I think-"
Yoochun interrupts him with, "I can read between those lines just fine, thank you," and promptly flips Changmin over.
--
"Yah!"
Yunho's voice jolts Yoochun to wakefulness with a start, and he sleepily registers that his arm is either gone or asleep, and Changmin's morning erection is poking his thigh. And then he realizes that Changmin's morning erection is poking his thigh.
"C'mon, you two-"
Yoochun sits up abruptly, throwing back the covers one-handed. "Changminah! You're a real boy now!" he shouts gleefully, shaking Changmin lightly. Changmin glares at him groggily, but the look is quickly replaced as Yoochun grins and says, "let me take care of that for you," curling fingers around Changmin's cock.
"Aish," Yunho mutters, shutting the door, while Yoochun shows Changmin exactly how much he knows about satisfying his man.