Challenge 5 Voting - Group A
Entry 001
Title: Repayment
Pairing: KyuHan (Hankyung/Kyuhyun)
Warnings: racism, bullying, extreme oral fixation
“Hey, faggot!”
“Yeah, faggot, where you going?”
Hankyung looked up, recognizing the derogatory language. Three boys were pestering a tall boy carrying a stack of textbooks. The boy was ignoring them, walking steadily in the direction of the library, and Hankyung recognized his Korean tutor, Kyuhyun-tall, nerdy, with a head of messy chocolate curls and the biggest, darkest eyes Hankyung had ever seen. Hankyung got way less studying done than he should because of those eyes.
The boys escalated their taunts, surrounding Kyuhyun and jockeying in close, not quite pushing him around. Hankyung sighed.
“Hey!” he said sharply, and all four boys turned to look at him. Kyuhyun’s eyes narrowed. “Leave him alone.”
“And what are you gonna do about it, chink?” one of the boys taunted, moving to shove him away.
In a matter of seconds, Hankyung swept the boy’s outstretched arm out of the way, shoved two fingers into his throat, and swept his legs out from under him. The boy landed flat on his back, wheezing.
“I’m sorry, did you say something?” Hankyung asked.
The other boys exchanged glances and backed off, grumbling. Kyuhyun turned without a word and continued towards the library. Hankyung followed him.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Kyuhyun said.
Hankyung smiled wryly. “Say ‘thank you’, Kyuhyun-ah.”
Kyuhyun shot him a small smile. “Thank you, Hankyung-hyung. What do you want in return?”
Hankyung shrugged and smiled. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”
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Hankyung’s back hit his bed and he moaned, fisting the sheets hard as he arched up. Kyuhyun chuckled, dark eyes intent and focused, one long-fingered hand massaging Hankyung’s trapped erection as he crawled up the bed over the older student.
“When I said you would figure something out,” Hankyung gasped, “this is not exactly what I had in mind, Kyuhyun-ah. I was thinking more like-a free tutoring session-or-”
Kyuhyun hummed, more interested in undoing Hankyung’s belt and pulling the ugly grey uniform pants off. “This is more fun than a free tutoring session.” He yanked down Hankyung’s boxers and sighed in happiness, taking Hankyung’s hard cock in one hand and pressing it against his face.
“You are such a…a cock slut,” Hankyung gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as Kyuhyun began placing little kitten-licks over the head.
“And you love it,” Kyuhyun crooned, ducking down to nose Hankyung’s balls and suck them into his mouth. Hankyung’s head hit the bed with a thump and he stuffed his fist in his mouth to avoid alerting his parents that something decidedly different than studying was happening in his room.
“A seventeen-year-old should not be this good at giving head,” he moaned.
Kyuhyun chuckled lowly. “And a nineteen-year-old shouldn’t take advantage of his hoobae like this.”
“I’m not taking-oh shit!” Hankyung’s hips bucked off of the bed as Kyuhyun finally got tired of playing and swallowed his cock down his hungry throat.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Hankyung chanted, hips thrusting involuntarily and his hands fastening themselves in Kyuhyun’s flyaway curls. Kyuhyun simply moaned and took him deeper, sucking and slurping as his oral fixation was satisfied.
It was wet and hot and messy and Kyuhyun couldn’t stop. It was always like this; normally his oral fixation wasn’t so bad, easily satisfied with gum or lollipops, but ever since he’d first gotten into his sexy sunbae’s pants, he’d been obsessed with sucking his cock. It was fat and long and perfect, absolutely perfect, and god he wanted it so bad. His throat flexed, opening and letting the mushroom-shaped head slide even further in, his eyes watering from the feeling. He moaned, sucking hard, satisfying his need for oral stimulation.
“Fuck,” Hankyung whispered, eyes open and staring down at Kyuhyun’s head buried between his thighs. Both hands were fisted in his hair, pulling him on and off of his cock as Hankyung’s hips thrust. He could feel Kyuhyun’s hot tongue lashing around the underside, rubbing and curling as Kyuhyun sucked. Then Kyuhyun’s eyes squeezed shut and his mouth stopped moving as his body trembled and he whimpered, and Hankyung involuntarily thrust harder as he realized what had happened.
“Oh fuck, you just came,” he panted, hips bucking wildly. “You just came in your pants, just from sucking on my cock, oh fuck-” he came with a strangled groan, shoving Kyuhyun’s head down to the base of his cock as he pumped come into Kyuhyun’s eager throat.
Hankyung flopped back on the bed, panting. Kyuhyun hummed happily, nuzzling into Hankyung’s belly.
“Now we can study, if you want.”
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Entry 002
siwon/ sungmin
new kid in school
Being the new kid in school isn’t always fun, in Sungmin’s case he actually hated it because every time he would be transferred to a new school and a new class everyone would think of him as a female and even called him Miss. It seriously pissed him off but there was nothing he could do about it especially on a first day. It wasn’t his fault he got his mother’s face and that the people in school doesn’t bother to check the gender of their new student so Sungmin had to face this kind of situation quite a bit. He’s used to it but he still finds it extremely annoying.
So when he had to move schools again because of his father’s line of work he expected this. He was welcomed by the principal kindly, shaking his hand and talking to him for a bit and like he thought, Mr. Park indeed assumed he was a girl and he was about to correct him but another student entered the room and the man called him over, placing a hand on his shoulder and introducing him to Sungmin.
“This is Choi Siwon, our student council president…I’ll leave you in his guidance until you get settled properly so don’t be scared to ask him, alright Ms. Lee?” the principal seemed like a good natured man, Sungmin hadn’t the heart to interrupt him so he waited until he was finished talking before he attempted to speak, but unfortunately he was the one who got interrupted.
“Come with me Sungmin-sshi, I’ll show you around” Siwon said with a smile, and Sungmin knew that smile. The man was thinking he was a girl and being all gentlemanly and he didn’t need it.
He glared “I don’t need help settling in” he said coldly, it crossed his mind once to wonder why his voice sounded too much like a girl either. He was actually starting to think he was cursed or something. “I don’t need your help” he strode out of the room with Siwon close to his tail.
“You know there are a lot of bullies in this school” Siwon was saying as he walked beside him. “You could be an easy target for them since you’re new” he explained.
“I know martial arts. I’ve dealt with bullies before” he answered, not sparing a glance. Siwon looked surprised and Sungmin shrugged, he gets that a lot. Everyone in his old school think he’s pretty weak because he had feminine features but they all ate their words after he was done sweeping the floor with them.
“That’s really something Sungmin-sshi” Siwon commented, not bothering to hide the admiration in his voice. Sungmin found himself blushing, but he quickly willed it away cursing himself for suddenly acting like such a girl. “I think you’re interesting…I like that…” he smiled brightly, his dimples accenting his features that made Sungmin’s blush appear on his cheeks again.
“You’d better not like me” Sungmin told him, walking down the hallway again. He didn’t know why but he was feeling a bit nervous after Siwon said those words, which was weird because he was used to hearing them from his past schools all the time. “It’s not going to work out for you”
“What? Why not?” Siwon frowned as he continued to follow him “Is it because I just met you because you know I do believe in love at first sight”
Sungmin cackled, This man obviously too kind for his own good. “No, it’s because we cannot be together” he said plainly, he sighed. Sungmin was so used to this scene it was like some sort of a broken record. He was gay so he liked men, but the men who told him they liked him thought he was a girl. And the moment he told them the truth they would run away like he was a plague. He was tired of it. “You know why? Because I am a---” he gasped when his sentence was cut off when Siwon pulled him forward and kissed him.
The kiss dazed Sungmin. Siwon’s tongue lacing with his own made him completely speechless. The man smiled gently when he finally lets him go. “Hey, I know you’re a boy alright” he said, shocking Sungmin. He chuckled “ I read your record before you came in”
“Then you know…but you still…”
Siwon shushed him with another kiss. “If you don’t know that made me even more attracted to you ”
Sungmin blushed…maybe this new school would be the best one yet.
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Entry 003
Kibum/Donghae, R
"You're an idiot," said Donghae.
"No, you're an idiot because you got held back." Kibum stuck his tongue out to try to figure out the math problem. Two seconds later, his face lit up and he scribbled down on his worksheet.
Donghae sighed and flopped his head down on Kibum's bed. It wasn't his fault he'd gotten held back, really. His family had moved from Korea to China to Korea to China to Korea again, all in the span of four years-it wasn't like his attendance was consistent, or that the school systems were even similar.
That was how he ended up in the same grade as Kibum, who'd been his childhood friend-and was almost exactly one year his junior.
"I'm not an idiot," he mumbled, because Kibum frequently called him that. They usually got the same grades, but Kibum was an enigma of passive-aggressiveness.
Kibum rolled his eyes, not even looking up from his paper. "You are," he said, "and you know it."
*
The third time Donghae had moved back to Korea was the beginning of this year, senior year-before he'd spent another senior year in China, learning things that he would've learned in his junior year in Korea. He hadn't seen Kibum regularly before then, anyways, because they were friends until they were twelve and then Donghae moved and Kibum went on with life and then Donghae moved back and Kibum continued moving on with life, somewhere else. And, well, there hadn't been quite much time for them to catch up.
When Donghae saw Kibum for the first time this year, he was enamored. Immediately. Kibum had filled out nicely-Donghae never saw Kibum's awkward stages, doubted they even existed. His visage was sharpened and more mature; he'd grown to Donghae's height, maybe just a millimeter shorter; and it was clear that he'd worked out, judging the state of his arms.
"You're staring," said Kibum as they walked into the lunch line.
Donghae blinked and then shook his head. "I am not," he said, and then, "Have you had a girlfriend?"
Kibum snorted. When Donghae continued looking at him, completely serious, Kibum asked, "Why do you want to know?"
"Why not? We're friends, right?" said Donghae as they moved along. "Like, we've been friends for a good several years-"
"You suck at coming up with excuses," said Kibum.
They continued down the lunch line in silence. When they approached the cash register, Kibum turned to Donghae, smiled, and said, "No, I've never had a girlfriend."
*
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [19:57]: uh
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [19:57]: so
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [19:57]: kibum
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [19:57]: i like you
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [19:58]: so um
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [19:58]: yeah
Kim Kibum [19:58]: … are you fucking kidding me
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [19:58]: what??
Kim Kibum [19:58]: You're telling me this online
Kim Kibum [19:59]: really?
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [19:59]: i couldn't really tell you out loud ><
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [19:59]: i mean, you're younger than me
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [20:00]: you'd laugh at me
Kim Kibum [20:00]: I'm laughing at you right now
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [20:01]: wow that hurts
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [20:01]: ok
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [20:01]:well
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [20:01]:i guess
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [20:01]:that means
Kim Kibum [20:01]: I like you too
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [20:01]: you don't
LEE DONGHAE (∩_∩) [20:02]:what?
Kim Kibum [20:02]: Idiot
*
"Telling me online was such a wimpy thing to do," said Kibum as he and Donghae lay on Donghae's sofa. It was after school the next day and Donghae's parents were still at work.
Kibum gasped into Donghae's face as Donghae gripped him inside of his trousers. "Well, you could've told me, too," Donghae said, sweat beading at his temple. Kibum looked too hot like this, dark hair lightly tousled, delicately almost falling into his eyes.
Kibum shuddered again as Donghae's hands slipped around him, rubbed on him furiously. Kibum's hips stuttered against his, and ground instinctively in Donghae's fingertips. Donghae tightened around him even harder.
"I play hard-to-get," Kibum muttered. And then almost like an afterthought, while Donghae rubbed his precome and longed to suck on Kibum's fingers, Kibum said, "Hard-to-get for a few years, really."
"You," breathed Donghae, "you never tried talking to me again until this year."
"Yeah, well, you were different," said Kibum. "I wasn't sure if-aah." He seemed to unwind in Donghae's palm and Donghae licked his cheek, his earlobe. Pressed his lips to Kibum's temple as Kibum came.
"If you wanted me again," he finished when Donghae took his hand back out of his trousers to lick some of it off. It didn't taste good, but Kibum's eyes glazed over as he watched.
"I always wanted you," said Donghae, pressing their noses and foreheads together, adjusting Kibum on his lap. And he smiled. "Idiot."
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Entry 004
Seen Through The Window
Pairing: HanChulWook
Warnings: Threesome, Incest (between HeeWook)
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"Nng, fuck, Heechul - faster!" Kyuhyun groaned underneath his dark haired classmate, his insides squeezing pleasantly with his oncoming climax. Heechul merely smirked and hiked Kyuhyun's thighs up, pounding into him harder, rolling his hips to an uncertain beat. Their skin continuously slapped together until Kyuhyun twisted a certain way and gasped, spilling his seed all over his chest with Heechul releasing inside of him, his hips slowing to a gentle thrust every few seconds.
As soon as Heechul saw Kyuhyun out, Ryeowook exited his brother's closet, his face flush and body desperately in need. Heechul more than happily welcomed him onto his lap. "You know I only love you, Wookie..." Heechul murmured softly, kissing across Ryeowook's delicate face.
"I know hyung..." He sighed in response, gently rolling his hips forward to feel his brother hardening again.
"You little sex fiend..." Heechul teased, nipping at his bottom lip, his fingers slowly moving down his brother's petite body.
Before they had a chance to start, their mother was calling from the bottom of the stairs that Heechul had a visitor. "Hmph... who's interrupting my alone time with you...?" Heechul hummed, sighing heavily when Ryeowook slowly climbed off and retreated into the closet once more - it wasn't often Heechul had a second visitor in one night, but it wasn't rare either.
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"Oh, it's you..." Heechul smiled seductively, "Well then... let's go." He grabbed Hankyung's hand, surprised to see their Chinese neighbor over for a visit and let him upstairs, pleasantly surprised at how strong a grip the boy had considering his lean stature.
Once up in Heechul's room, Hankyung spared a glance at the closet, but made it seem as though he were admiring Heechul's room. It didn't take long for the two to begin pulling off each other's clothes, moans and sighs leaving both of their lips. Heechul never imagined Hankyung would be one for this - but he was very glad he was.
Ryeowook chewed on his lips as he watched his brother and Hankyung begin fucking on the bed, Hankyung thrusting in and out of Heechul at a rapid speed. He couldn't help but rub himself through his pants, even more desperate for release than before. He nearly lost it when Heechul looked right at the closet, a smirk on his lips.
Without any kind of warning, Hankyung stopped his movements, remaining embedded in Heechul to the hilt of his cock. "What are you doing?" Heechul groaned, bucking his hips for more.
"Ryeowook... you can come out of the closet..." Hankyung murmured. Heechul's eyes widened and he tried to ask what the Chinese boy meant, but he was ignored as Hankyung turned his head and looked dead at Ryeowook.
Slowly, scared that he and Heechul would be told on or separated, Ryeowook opened the door to the closet, revealing himself to be disheveled and more flush than before, his erection rock hard and staining the front of his pants.
At Hankyung finger crooking, Ryeowook stepped closer until he was right in front of the bed. He bowed his head, his body visibly shaking with fear. Hankyung grasped his chin and forced him to look up before kissing him full on the lips, teeth and tongue invading him mouth.
Ryeowook was soon naked and on the bed with the two of them, all of them kissing and touching each other. He felt a slick finger enter him and he moaned, thrusting onto it only to find that it was Hankyung's. Heechul gladly shifted downwards and wrapped his thick lips around Ryeowook's cock, sucking furiously, enough that it almost hurt, but Ryeowook loved it. Ryeowook took Hankyung's cock into his mouth on a whim, quite proud of himself when the boy whimpered and thrust into his mouth needily.
Before any of them were ready, they had all climaxed and were soon cleaning their selves off. "So... I guess this means you're going to tell, huh?" Heechul murmured, his voice, for once in his life, was soft and unsure like a scared child.
Hankyung adjusted his shirt and smiled at the two brothers, "Nope, not as long as you don't cover the window... See you in school," With that he left, leaving the two brothers stunned, but happily so.
"Heechul hyung," Ryeowook began, crawling into his brother's lap and pressing a kiss to his lips, "I think we should invite Hankyung over again sometime...."
Heechul smirked, "You know what - I think you're right..."
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Entry 005
Title: After Party
Pairing: Eunhae
Warning: Mentions of alcohol/underage drinking
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No one goes to prom for the dance. It's the after party that really matters. Hyukjae and Donghae go to their senior prom and dance until their feet hurt but they have plenty of energy left once they're at the biggest after party in town. They dance a little more sensually than they had at prom to some loud, incoherent song with a good beat. They're grinning stupidly at each other, both sober although surrounded by friends playing beer pong and taking jello shots off of stomachs. They don't need alcoholic drinks to make them feel light and dizzy and giggly - not when they have each other.
“I feel like I've been standing for hours,” Donghae murmurs loudly into Hyukjae's ear over the sound of the continuing beat behind them.
“That's because you have been,” Hyukjae replies, grinning. “Let's go upstairs and find an empty bedroom.”
Hyukjae's tone isn't evocative but Donghae raises his eyebrows suggestively anyway. Hyukjae holds Donghae's hand and leads the way, navigating through the crowd of teenagers and squeezing past a drunk couple stumbling down the stairs. An empty bedroom is easy to find and the one Hyukjae and Donghae slip into smells dull and almost earthy. The bed sheets are a faded blue and the walls are bare; the only notable item in the room other than the bed is a lamp that gives the room a soft glow.
“Cozy,” Donghae comments, flopping onto the bed.
Hyukjae tests the bed springs with his butt before lying down next to Donghae and looking around.
“Guess they don't use this room,” he says. “Which means the lock is probably still nice and sturdy.”
“So no one can get in and catch us in an unspeakable act?” Donghae asks, rolling half of his body on top of Hyukjae.
Hyukjae responds by smiling and kissing Donghae, gently cupping his cheek. Hyukjae whispers a sweet “I love you” against Donghae's lips and Donghae imprints an “I love you, too” against Hyukjae's tongue.
Clothes come off quickly until Donghae is wearing his crisp, white dress shirt and a pair of tight, black underwear that Hyukjae had bought him for his birthday and Hyukjae is in a similar gray pair of underwear with no shirt at all. Hyukjae ends up on top of Donghae, sucking on his neck and unbuttoning his shirt. Donghae is patient, enjoying the tongue that runs down his chest and the fingers that slide his underwear from his hips and off of his body completely.
“Did you bring a condom?” Donghae asks breathlessly, eagerly.
Hyukjae reaches to the side and slips a lubricated condom from his pants. He flashes a grin before hooking his thumbs under his waistband and slowly sliding his underwear down, the foil packet held between two fingers. Donghae sits up, taking the packet and tearing it open. He slides it onto Hyukjae's length slowly and teasingly, watching Hyukjae tense slightly in anticipation. Then he lies back down, pulling Hyukjae on top of him.
They kiss, softly and sweetly, and Hyukjae prepares Donghae as best he can with dry fingers. When Donghae's patience starts to wear thin, he guides Hyukjae inside of him, slowly and carefully. Their lips become harsh against each other until the uneasiness subsides and the pleasure kicks in.
Tonight is special, so they take it slow, Hyukjae's hips working at an easy pace, pushing in as deep as he can before pulling out carefully. Neither of them are concentrating on anything except the sounds of their breathing and the feel of each other. Donghae feels every movement of Hyukjae inside of him, combines the pleasure of it with the soft touch of lips against his ear and the fingers curled in his hair. Hyukjae feels the tightening of Donghae's limbs around his body and Donghae's hard cock sliding between them and it makes him thrust harder and deeper. The pace picks up only slightly as they become needy for release but more needy for the intimacy of being joined together.
“Wait for me,” Donghae whispers and removes a hand from Hyukjae's body to touch himself. Hyukjae obeys, watching Donghae's face carefully, waiting.
A moan leaves Donghae's lips when Hyukjae slams their bodies together once, twice, and a third time, and then they come together, Hyukjae slumping against Donghae and Donghae breathing shakily against Hyukjae's ear. Tonight leaves Hyukjae and Donghae a sore, sweaty, exhausted mess. But tonight is perfect.
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Entry 006
pretty boy
Heechul/Zhou Mi
735 words
For most people, the first week back at school meant fresh, clean notebooks and brand new uniforms, and a chance to catch up with friends after a long summer spent apart. For Heechul, however, it means the first party of the year, and a new pretty thing to play around with.
The year it was being held by Jungsu from Heechul's senior class, and Heechul had been able to get invites for both him and Sungmin -- giving Sungmin his on the promise that Sungmin would help him find someone.
Sungmin had outdone himself when they got there, finding some pretty, leggy redhead clad in tight jeans and boots within twenty minutes, and pointing him out to Heechul immediately. Heechul thought he must be knew, because he knew he'd remember someone who looked like that. Heechul sidled up to him, charm itself, before introducing himself with a smile, leaning in close so the boy could hear him over the music.
"Kim Heechul," he purred. The boy smirked, cat-like and coy.
"I know who you are," Zhou Mi drawled, giving Heechul an obvious once over, "I'm Zhou Mi."
Heechul definitely noticed the accent, reaching out to wrap his fingers around Zhou Mi's wrist as he leaned in, breath ghosting across Zhou Mi's jaw as he whispered in his ear.
"What do you say we go somewhere quieter?"
Zhou Mi laughed, shoving his hand into one of Heechul's front pockets and pulling him in, swiftly kissing Heechul hard on the mouth.
"Let's go."
It excited Heechul, to feel like he might have met his match.
They tripped upstairs, Heechul pulling Zhou Mi by the hand into an empty bedroom, pushing him down onto the bed before straddling him. He wanted Zhou Mi out of those jeans, that shirt -- but maybe not the boots. He wanted Zhou Mi to fuck him, and he wanted it now. The fact that he just met him be damned.
Zhou Mi surged up to kiss him, grabbing the hem of Heechul's shirt and pushing his hand underneath it, tweaking one of Heechul's nipples and making him gasp against their joined mouths.
"Kim Heechul, you look desperate," Zhou Mi laughed. Heechul growled in responde as he pushed Zhou Mi back down, pulling a bubble pack of lube and a condom out of his back pocket and throwing them down on the bed.
"You're going to fuck me," Heechul said, demanding. Zhou Mi laughed again, and both moved to get each other out of their pants, Zhou Mi's boots ending up on the floor, shortly followed by both of their shirts.
Everything seemed to speed up as Zhou Mi slipped a finger into Heechul, moving up to three seemingly almost immediately until Heechul was pressing back against Zhou Mi's hand, head thrown back and moaning. Practically begging for Zhou Mi to fuck him as he moved Heechul into his lap, lining up before pushing his cock into Heechul, right down the base on the first thrust.
Heechul almost choked, all attempts at being coy thrown out the window as he grabbed Zhou Mi's shoulders, riding Zhou Mi's cock. It couldn't last for either of them, he knew, but Heechul didn't need it to -- for him, parties were about getting off with someone pretty, and it'd been ages since he'd had a fuck that made his toes curl like this.
Heechul felt his orgasm building in the pit of stomach, and he found himself babbling for Zhou Mi to let him come, touch him, please. Heechul could have cried when Zhou Mi wrapped his long, long fingers around his cock, thumb pressing against the head, but it was Zhou Mi's teeth against the rim of his ear that sent him over the edge, with a whisper of come for me, pretty boy. Heechul keened as he came, clenching around Zhou Mi's cock so that he was sent over the edge within moments.
Lying sweaty and sated against Zhou Mi afterwards, he found, was nice -- he didn't usually stick around, but truthfully he didn't know if he could stand up just yet. He wasn't prepared for Zhou Mi suddenly moving away, however, and hastily dressing himself before turning around and blowing him a kiss.
"See you around, Kim Heechul," he laughed, winking before shutting the door on Heechul.
Heechul laughed in return, running a hand through his hair. Yes, he most certainly would.
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Entry 007
warnings: girl!sungmin, girl!shindong, girl/girl smut, underaged, substance abuse
title: pens & nails
pairing: shindong/sungmin
There’s this clawing at her heart-or maybe it’s the nails that rip her blouse off.
No one is in the ethics class this period, and she is pretty much sure that she has a spare, too. It wouldn’t have mattered, anyways, she wasn’t in the mood to do much more than accept the lips that brushed against her own, and accept the mouth that waited for her. Her fingers walk up the thighs that brush against her, the skirt that rises up just a little bit more, and the stockings that rip under pressure.
Sungmin’s fingers are nimble, unbuttoning her shirt and slipping it off of her shoulders, kissing Donghee’s shoulders, licking her collarbones and encircling Donghee’s neck as she did so. “Mm,” she moans, loving the way that Donghee’s fingers run up her back, counting the bones that she can feel up her spine as she does so. Sungmin is fragile and breakable; but wild and free and the exact girl Donghee had unwillingly been lusting over for so long now.
“You’re skipping,” Donghee mumbled against Sungmin’s lips as their kiss became sloppier and sloppier-maybe it was the alcohol they had drunk in their hallway during lunchtime. Or maybe lust just does that. They’re young and inexperienced, only taught by the sex-ed videos in year nine and the pornographic videos they had been dared to see in cheesy truth-or-dare games.
Sungmin doesn’t seem to care, or if she does, she doesn’t seem to really be displaying it. She kisses Donghee faster, her fingers sliding down Donghee’s arms, muscled from the thousands of sports teams that she had joined. Sungmin was lean, in contrast, with every ribcage on full view, when she threw off her uniform shirt and revealed the tan bra underneath, her long, black hair falling whenever it pleased.
Donghee’s lips attach to Sungmin’s cleavage and her hands move to unclasp her bra. Sungmin bucks forwards, and she can feel Sungmin’s underwear brush against her bare legs, the fabric is already wet so Donghee doesn’t have to guess whether or hot Sungmin is liking this.
Donghee isn’t one for show-and-tell, and Sungmin knows that well-enough by being in her class for so long, now. She knows why she started working out in the first place, and it wasn’t because of her love for sports, but the self-conscious mood that followed her around all the time, especially when skinny girls like Sungmin entered the picture. So Sungmin just kisses Donghee’s nipples through the fabric of the bra. She wishes to cup the C-cups, the ones that she has lusted over since year nine, but no, not yet.
She leads Donghee’s hands down to her underwear, pulling at the wet and now uncomfortable fabric. They slip it down her legs so that she sits naked on Donghee’s lap, her folds rubbing her kneecaps as Donghee grabs onto her hips, keeping her in line, controlling her. “Let me,” she says, lifting Sungmin just a little bit and sliding her thumb and forefinger into Sungmin’s core.
The girl reacts immediately, throwing her head back and revealing her beautiful neck, red from bites and wet from kisses between classes in the girl’s bathroom. Donghee slides the two digits back and forth, amazed that it was so wet and how it slathered her fingers, so when she pulled them out, they had a slight shine to them.
Sungmin grabs her hand and thrusts them back into her and Donghee widens her eyes in awe, watching Sungmin fuck herself with Donghee’s hand. She crooks her fingers, leaning in and kissing her lips, and Sungmin moans into her mouth, clenching around Donghee’s fingers.
“Get to class,” Donghee snarls when Sungmin lies on the desk, panting and eyes glassy and filled with lust. Sungmin just laughs.