[fic] 니 목소리로 부드럽게 날 녹여줘.
니 목소리로 부드럽게 날 녹여줘.
nc17 - girl!yesung/ryeowook/kyuhyun
1076ws
i read meiface's girl!yesung/ryeowook fic and i went "awww, girl!yesung needs to have sex D:" and next thing i know i'm actually writing it and ksjkd i don't know. and then kyuhyun shows up and aksjdka fml idek leave me alone. D: clearly, i'm insane. like yesung isn't hard enough to write as a boy, what was i thinking? //dedicated to my dalpaengee who's home and cause i love her and all that stuff. :DD
yesung as a girl is just as awkward as yesung as a boy, except that it's an awkward that leaves her swinging her hips as she walks, laughing about the curls in her long hair. "you guys, look at my boobs bounce!"
she makes everyone quietly uncomfortable because she makes them want her, and that's weird because it's still yesung.
that is, everyone except for ryeowook and kyuhyun, who are used to wanting her even as a boy, and only smile at each other when yesung goes spinning through the living room, trying to see how high she can get her skirt to lift.
kyuhyun takes her by the wrist and she spins right into his arms, face flushed and eyes bright. "kyuhyunah! if i go fast enough, i can see my panties!" the word makes her break out into a fresh swell of giggles, and kyuhyun, for a second, isn't sure if he still wants to bend her over her bed, or take her out to pick flowers and look at puppies.
but it's only until yesung presses close to him, eyelashes lowering as one of her hands, still ridiculously small, trail down his chest and slip into his jeans.
"kyuhyunah, i think you should take me to your room," she says to him, voice lowering in a way that has kyuhyun spinning around, stopping at the kitchen to grab ryeowook's wrist and drag him after them.
"what, what're we doing?" ryeowook asks as he's pulled into the bedroom.
"being bad," yesung laughs, laughing still as kyuhyun pushes her down towards the bed, where she bounces, her skirt flying up to her thighs.
"oh," ryeowook says.
kyuhyun stands at the side of the bed, looking down at yesung. "shirt off," he tells her, voice rough. yesung grins at him, happy and open and sweet like he'd told her she was pretty, and pulls her shirt over her head, revealing the tiny black bra she's wearing underneath, lace and frills that don't look as if they could possibly keep her breasts covered. she throws the shirt in kyuhyun's direction, laughing, before reaching out and pulling ryeowook to her, sighing as he runs his hands down her sides, over her shoulders to her back where he unclasps her bra, pulls the straps down her arms.
yesung's eyes lower as she pulls away from ryeowook to run her arms over herself, up her stomach to cup her breasts, fingers at her nipples. "want me?" she asks, eyes coming up to lock onto ryeowook's before moving to kyuhyun, still at the side of the bed. "want to fuck me?"
the words are unfamiliar, weird in yesung's voice, but not so much that kyuhyun doesn't groan and cover her body with his, kissing her roughly as he slides his hands under her skirt, under the leg of her underwear to press against her, to slowly sink his fingers inside of her to make her moan, high pitched and breathy.
yesung gasps, fingers tightening on kyuhyun's arm when she finds ryeowook's gone to his knees, pushed her skirt up and pulled her underwear down to reach up and lick at her, lick at kyuhyun's fingers.
it makes her thrash her head, bite down on kyuhyun's tongue and leave him hissing and pushing his fingers harder inside.
"now, fuck me right now, i'm going to go crazy-" she pants out, her hands running over kyuhyun, over herself, down to tangle in ryeowook's hair.
they leave her heavy-eyed and watching on the bed, kyuhyun reaching out to kiss ryeowook as he undoes his pants, strokes him even as he moves them closer to the bed.
"by her mouth," kyuhyun rasps out as he strips off his clothes as fast as he can. ryeowook's lost the rest of his clothes by the time he kneels by yesung's mouth, and she smiles at him as she wraps his fingers around him, pumps him languidly, her free hand trailing down her stomach to touch herself, sink her fingers inside as she watches kyuhyun come to her.
"flip over," he tells her, and yesung laughs as she rolls over, the curls of her hair falling around her shoulders as she reaches out to sit ryeowook in front of her, leans down and ducks her head to take him into her mouth. ryeowook cries out and kyuhyun kneels behind yesung, bringing his fingers up to rub against her.
he grins when she moans and pushes back against his fingers, leaning forward and ducking down to lick her, making her shudder and moan against ryeowook's flesh in her mouth. he licks at her as he strokes himself, again and again until he hears the hitches in her breath that mean she's very very close and pulls away to her whine.
"kyuhyun, come back, hurry up, need you," she groans at him, mouth moving against ryeowook and making the younger boy reach down to grab at her hair, pulling her back down to engulf him.
kyuhyun waits just a moment more before starting the push inside her, fingers clenched tight against her hips, pulling her back to met him. he thrusts once, hard, and she cried out and pushes back against him, not waiting for him to start a rhythm. he speeds up to meet her, thrusting into her as she pushes back, and it starts into a fast brutal pace that has her crying out and ryeowook gasping as he comes, down her throat over her mouth across her cheek, and yesung turns to look back at kyuhyun, hair down her back and eyes dark and come spilled across her face, and kyuhyun thrusts once, twice more before he's coming, and yesung's tightening around him as she cries out again and again.
kyuhyun falls beside her, arm around her hips and face against her shaking stomach as she gasps.
ryeowook is the one to clean everyone up, soft humming under his breath as he wipes a wet towel across yesung's face, kissing her as he goes, as she's sleepy and satisfied and pliant. he doesn't get a chance to put the towel back in the bathroom after he reaches kyuhyun, who grabs him by the waist and pulls him down between him and yesung, taking the towel and throwing it behind him and nuzzling his neck.
ryeowook is happily dozing off when he hears yesung's "i wonder if i can get pregnant, that sounds kind of like fun" and her soft not-quite-right giggles. he shakes his head and buries his face in her hair and prays she turns back before that happens.
nc17 - girl!yesung/ryeowook/kyuhyun
1076ws
i read meiface's girl!yesung/ryeowook fic and i went "awww, girl!yesung needs to have sex D:" and next thing i know i'm actually writing it and ksjkd i don't know. and then kyuhyun shows up and aksjdka fml idek leave me alone. D: clearly, i'm insane. like yesung isn't hard enough to write as a boy, what was i thinking? //dedicated to my dalpaengee who's home and cause i love her and all that stuff. :DD
yesung as a girl is just as awkward as yesung as a boy, except that it's an awkward that leaves her swinging her hips as she walks, laughing about the curls in her long hair. "you guys, look at my boobs bounce!"
she makes everyone quietly uncomfortable because she makes them want her, and that's weird because it's still yesung.
that is, everyone except for ryeowook and kyuhyun, who are used to wanting her even as a boy, and only smile at each other when yesung goes spinning through the living room, trying to see how high she can get her skirt to lift.
kyuhyun takes her by the wrist and she spins right into his arms, face flushed and eyes bright. "kyuhyunah! if i go fast enough, i can see my panties!" the word makes her break out into a fresh swell of giggles, and kyuhyun, for a second, isn't sure if he still wants to bend her over her bed, or take her out to pick flowers and look at puppies.
but it's only until yesung presses close to him, eyelashes lowering as one of her hands, still ridiculously small, trail down his chest and slip into his jeans.
"kyuhyunah, i think you should take me to your room," she says to him, voice lowering in a way that has kyuhyun spinning around, stopping at the kitchen to grab ryeowook's wrist and drag him after them.
"what, what're we doing?" ryeowook asks as he's pulled into the bedroom.
"being bad," yesung laughs, laughing still as kyuhyun pushes her down towards the bed, where she bounces, her skirt flying up to her thighs.
"oh," ryeowook says.
kyuhyun stands at the side of the bed, looking down at yesung. "shirt off," he tells her, voice rough. yesung grins at him, happy and open and sweet like he'd told her she was pretty, and pulls her shirt over her head, revealing the tiny black bra she's wearing underneath, lace and frills that don't look as if they could possibly keep her breasts covered. she throws the shirt in kyuhyun's direction, laughing, before reaching out and pulling ryeowook to her, sighing as he runs his hands down her sides, over her shoulders to her back where he unclasps her bra, pulls the straps down her arms.
yesung's eyes lower as she pulls away from ryeowook to run her arms over herself, up her stomach to cup her breasts, fingers at her nipples. "want me?" she asks, eyes coming up to lock onto ryeowook's before moving to kyuhyun, still at the side of the bed. "want to fuck me?"
the words are unfamiliar, weird in yesung's voice, but not so much that kyuhyun doesn't groan and cover her body with his, kissing her roughly as he slides his hands under her skirt, under the leg of her underwear to press against her, to slowly sink his fingers inside of her to make her moan, high pitched and breathy.
yesung gasps, fingers tightening on kyuhyun's arm when she finds ryeowook's gone to his knees, pushed her skirt up and pulled her underwear down to reach up and lick at her, lick at kyuhyun's fingers.
it makes her thrash her head, bite down on kyuhyun's tongue and leave him hissing and pushing his fingers harder inside.
"now, fuck me right now, i'm going to go crazy-" she pants out, her hands running over kyuhyun, over herself, down to tangle in ryeowook's hair.
they leave her heavy-eyed and watching on the bed, kyuhyun reaching out to kiss ryeowook as he undoes his pants, strokes him even as he moves them closer to the bed.
"by her mouth," kyuhyun rasps out as he strips off his clothes as fast as he can. ryeowook's lost the rest of his clothes by the time he kneels by yesung's mouth, and she smiles at him as she wraps his fingers around him, pumps him languidly, her free hand trailing down her stomach to touch herself, sink her fingers inside as she watches kyuhyun come to her.
"flip over," he tells her, and yesung laughs as she rolls over, the curls of her hair falling around her shoulders as she reaches out to sit ryeowook in front of her, leans down and ducks her head to take him into her mouth. ryeowook cries out and kyuhyun kneels behind yesung, bringing his fingers up to rub against her.
he grins when she moans and pushes back against his fingers, leaning forward and ducking down to lick her, making her shudder and moan against ryeowook's flesh in her mouth. he licks at her as he strokes himself, again and again until he hears the hitches in her breath that mean she's very very close and pulls away to her whine.
"kyuhyun, come back, hurry up, need you," she groans at him, mouth moving against ryeowook and making the younger boy reach down to grab at her hair, pulling her back down to engulf him.
kyuhyun waits just a moment more before starting the push inside her, fingers clenched tight against her hips, pulling her back to met him. he thrusts once, hard, and she cried out and pushes back against him, not waiting for him to start a rhythm. he speeds up to meet her, thrusting into her as she pushes back, and it starts into a fast brutal pace that has her crying out and ryeowook gasping as he comes, down her throat over her mouth across her cheek, and yesung turns to look back at kyuhyun, hair down her back and eyes dark and come spilled across her face, and kyuhyun thrusts once, twice more before he's coming, and yesung's tightening around him as she cries out again and again.
kyuhyun falls beside her, arm around her hips and face against her shaking stomach as she gasps.
ryeowook is the one to clean everyone up, soft humming under his breath as he wipes a wet towel across yesung's face, kissing her as he goes, as she's sleepy and satisfied and pliant. he doesn't get a chance to put the towel back in the bathroom after he reaches kyuhyun, who grabs him by the waist and pulls him down between him and yesung, taking the towel and throwing it behind him and nuzzling his neck.
ryeowook is happily dozing off when he hears yesung's "i wonder if i can get pregnant, that sounds kind of like fun" and her soft not-quite-right giggles. he shakes his head and buries his face in her hair and prays she turns back before that happens.