[In Debt] 2/?
Title: In Debt [2/?]
Pairing: Yesung x Kangin, Kyuhyun x girl~Sungmin, broken Ryeowook x Yesung
Rating: NC-17
Genre: SMUT this chapter (Male x FEMALE), AU, dark[ish] elements... genderswitch
Summary: Yesung takes on Kangin's debt for him, and he's on the brink of breaking when the collector pays him a visit, leaving both of them confused.
A/N: Prompted by pinefir!! *hugs her* If only I had her ideas, then I would seriously end up writing all day and night and forget my studies. I'm GOING TO SHOOT CHUUUU. *rawr* Oh right, first time writing Gender switch AND het!smut. Please go easy... on me... *cries* Comment or no, I thank you for reading. *bows*
What the fuck was that Cho Kyuhyun. Five fucking days? Are you fucking serious?
Kyuhyun pointed the control at his black BMW and unlocked it.
Are you seriously out of your mind? Five days… you didn’t even spare that man more than three and he owed two and a half million.
Kyuhyun hopped into the drivers’ seat, stretching his legs forward in the spacious vehicle, using the luxury car as he readjusted himself underneath the wheel before he fetched his phone.
New text message. Read now?
Pressing the okay button, the message revealed itself to be nothing more than an address. The sender was a remote number Kyuhyun didn’t recognize, before he had a sneaking suspicion about who it was. Gears turned in his mind before he had an idea about who it could be.
1430- 8395 Larch Street. #425
Ugh what fucking ever. Shit happens, deal with it.
Kyuhyun shook Yesung out of his mind as he drove to the destination via his GPS system in the car. Making his way to the address, which had turned out to be those apartment complexes that were available for renting, Kyuhyun buzzed the three digit number at the lobby that would connect with the phone in the flat.
“Hello?”
There was no response. Only a small click when the small round button flashed from red to green, indicating that access had been granted. The lack of response confirmed Kyuhyun’s suspicion as he opened the main gate and stepped inside the simple lobby.
Kyuhyun went to the floor given to him by the instructions and went to the designated apartment number. Just as he was about to knock, he noticed that the door had been left ajar on purpose.
“Ahhh...” The woman whimpered when she saw Kyuhyun, a face that haunted her, “Please, I don’t have any money...” She was half naked on the bed, wearing nothing but a flimsy, half translucent dress that showed off her curvy figure under the tight fabric enveloping her body.
“Well, does it look like I care?” Kyuhyun smirked as the woman quickly shook her head.
“I said I would give you three more days, no less, and definitely no more.”
“But Kyuhyun...” The woman got up and danced over to his side, pulling at his tie as she directed him to the bed, “I have other services. Will you please... give me three more days?”
“Three days is a lot...” Kyuhyun smirked as the woman rubbed her body against him, using his body as a pole. More than one instance, he had resisted the urge to grab her tender flesh that was teasing his body as she danced around him, swinging her hips in gyrating motions, her hair spinning in perfect circles as strands stuck to her gorgeous face.
“I don’t think you can deny that after this.” The woman slid her hands down his body and stopped at his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping the locks to her prize. With one fellow swoop, Kyuhyun’s pants formed a puddle by his ankles as the cool air contrasted with his searing skin.
“You know, I have a pretty strong control over the things I want.” Kyuhyun whispered softly as Sungmin wrapped her smooth fingers around his already throbbing length, the after effects from his previous encounter still lingering over that particular organ. She dug two nails on the underside, causing Kyuhyun to scream out in pain, the intrusion into his tender skin burned like needles being stuck into him.
“Strong control? But this begs to differ...” The woman whispered into the length, her hot breath sticking to his equally hot length. She hit it a few times with her palm before her mouth enveloped around the slab of meat, her familiar tongue running up and down his length, the red muscle focusing on his slit and the two nail marks embedded in his flesh. Her slick wet mouth coated him with saliva as she went deeper and deeper, the back of his member hitting her throat.
Kyuhyun’s hands found themselves a comfortable position, on either side of the woman’s head as the girl bobbed on his length, altering her pace occasionally that was rewarded with a moan.
Kyuhyun looked down at the back of the woman’s head as she continued her services. His suspicions had been right, it was his girlfriend Sungmin. Kyuhyun let out a half hearted moan when Sungmin swirled her tongue around his sensitive head. Kyuhyun didn’t exactly understand his relationship with Sungmin. It was implied that the two together, at least that was how Sungmin had presented themselves whenever they were together, especially to her uncles, her brother’s business men. They would all remark how cute they looked together as Sungmin would blush and whine about before they were politely excused from the meeting.
After all she was the younger sister of their ringleader, and it’s not necessarily the most appropriate thing to piss off your boss by pissing off his sister. Kyuhyun knew the rules of the life, you watch what you say, watch your back, and watch what people say behind your back.
People have talked about Kyuhyun behind his back, about how he’s using his relationship with Sungmin to buy his way into their business, claiming authority and success within weeks whereas others would have to slave away for years to achieve the same status. Kyuhyun didn’t care to be honest. Sungmin was the one being all clingy to him, not the other way around. Sungmin was the one that would die if their relationship ended, not Kyuhyun. Anyone else in Kyuhyun’s position would reap the benefits of being Sungmin’s boyfriend. If someone didn’t, then they were plain fucking retarded. Did Kyuhyun want to be with her? Kyuhyun himself never fully answered the question, but he wouldn’t say no, he knew that much for sure.
If only she would stop with the lame foreplay ideas, Kyuhyun actually wouldn’t mind being with her. Being the spoilt princess that she was, getting everything exactly the way she wanted, she was simply too high maintenance. Phone calls, text messages, random visits to his office with random food items, sometimes it was just a bit too much. On a good day, Kyuhyun would appreciate her thoughtfulness, but on bad days Kyuhyun had repeatedly bit his tongue to prevent himself from taking out his anger on her.
Nonetheless, Sungmin was a good fuck, all wet and needy, waiting for him. No point wasting good food, Sungmin had a knack for going around to the most obscure places buying some of the most wonderful food items in all of Korea.
His thoughts lingered with him as Kyuhyun tightened his lock on Sungmin’s hair and tugged at it forcefully, harder than he intended.
“Kyuuu...” Sungmin squealed at the pain before she plopped herself on the mattress, compressing the spring as she bounced up and down on the cheap quality, probably a brand she was not familiar with.
Kyuhyun soared into the air and pounced on his girlfriend, his hands seeking underneath her dress, his rough hands contrasting her smooth milky skin. His left hand worked its way up and his right hand went the opposite.
“No panties?” Kyuhyun smirked and Sungmin blushed, turning away. His right hand reached between her legs, expecting a thin barrier of some sort, let it be a thong or some sort of lingerie.
“I don’t have any money...” Sungmin bit her lip before the two halves separated, a soft moaning leaving her delicate mouth as Kyuhyun stuck two fingers into her waiting entrance. His left hand clamped around her left breast, pressing his fingertips into the firm fleshy spheres.
“No money for panties?” Kyuhyun purred as he suddenly withdrew them, leaving Sungmin gaping and craving for attention, “We should go buy you some right now.”
He got off the bed before a pair of arms wrapped around his back, rubbing his body sensually as the fingers began undoing the buttons. His tie was off before he knew it, landing on a chair as Sungmin spun him around. Her hands ricocheted off his body as she fell to the bed.
She let herself drop onto the bed as she removed her dress, tossing it away nonchalantly as her hands reaching for her well developed breasts, kneading the soft fleshy spheres together. The two spheres morphed into different shapes as her hands worked magic on her body.
“Kyuu... help me...” She moaned as her fingers tweaked her nipples, the hardening nubs standing proudly in the air, “I need... another hand...” She wiggled the lower half of her body.
“Isn’t two hands enough already? Why would you need more?” Kyuhyun remarked sarcastically as he tossed his shirt carelessly on the floor, purposely ignoring her plea.
“Kyuu... touch me...” She wiggled her lower half of her body, more violent than before as she spread her legs, “KyuuKyuu I need you.”
“Imagine if I showed your brother the way you present yourself to me.” Kyuhyun smirked again before he granted her wish.
“He would promote yo- ohhhh!!” His tongue lapped at her wet center, focusing on a particular spot that had Sungmin squealing in pure bliss, her hands rubbing up and down her body. His fingers worked simuntaneously with his tongue, the two digits finding a quick rhythm as he finger fucked her.
“Ahh Kyuu... not so fast... Kyuu...” She moaned, her hands pushing Kyuhyun’s head into her pussy, urging him to lick her with more speed, fuel her with more passion, and unleash more of his fury onto her body. Her hole oozed her fluids, which ran down the innards of her thigh, coating the milky flesh with a faint layer of sweet liquid. Kyuhyun licked up the sweet liquid, the faint smells of pineapple and coconut wafted into his mouth.
“Oh maybe I should stop...” Kyuhyun sarcastically remarked as he stopped his oral assault on her, his hands desperately ridding the pants around his ankle.
“Cho Kyuhyun.” Sungmin stammered as she wrinkled her nose, her fingers busy rubbing her crotch as she whined, “Kyuhyun ah…”
“I told you I have strong controls over the things I want...” Kyuhyun smiled as Sungmin wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“Kyuhyun sshi, will this be enough for a two day extension?” Sungmin arched her back as she rubbed herself faster. Her eyelids fluttered as she stuck three fingers into her hole and began an expedition. Kyuhyun tore her hand away and began lapping up her leaking juices, cleaning her flesh before he stuck his tongue into her, exploring the depths of the dark cavern for himself.
“I’d say... maybe one at most.” Kyuhyun laughed inside her center even though Sungmin had been too engrossed in pressing his head deeper against her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his head, granting him more access into her most sensitive area. Her feet pushed his shoulder blades into her body as she continued her moaning.
“Ohh ohhh Kyu...” Sungmin squealed as Kyuhyun purposely quickened his pace, determined to send her over the edge, “Kyuu I’m cominggg... ohhh ahhh Kyuuu.”
A flush of liquid ejected out of her center and soaked Kyuhyun’s mouth, the water dripping down his chin. He looked like he had a bad encounter with a drinking fountain when he withdrew from her crotch, both of them panting for air.
“Kyuu... that was amazing...” Sungmin closed her eyes as she stretched her arms lazily on the bed, savouring the heightened feeling of post orgasm, “ohhh Kyuhyun sshi...”
Kyuhyun stroked his hard length before he dove straight into her, his aim dead on as he slid inside her wet entrance.
“Ohhh KYUU...” Sungmin gasped, her body still weak from the powerful orgasm she just experienced before. The sudden intrusion into her sensitive region sent her moaning and screaming, her hands desperately fumbling to stop Kyuhyun. Her feeble attempts merely enraged Kyuhyun’s fiery passion for her as he slammed into her. She threw her arms up, reaching for something, anything, to hold onto as Kyuhyun plugged her hole with his log.
“Yes Minnie?” Kyuhyun replied softly as he continued thrusting in and out of her hole. Every time he was inside of her, she clamped down around his length, making it hard for him to withdraw out.
“Kyuu Kyuu... ah ah... Kyuuu stop.. please...” She moaned weakly as her hands tightened around the bed sheets. “Kyuu... I can’t take it... Kyuu....
“I thought you said I had no control over the things I wanted.” Kyuhyun snapped at her as he pulled himself all the way. He palmed her right hand as her fingers opening up, their ten digits locking together, “I seriously can’t control my urges right now.”
“Ahh Kyuu...” She whimpered before the sound morphed into a squeal when Kyuhyun thrusted himself back into her, the penetration deep and enticing. Sungmin squeezed his hand hard as she screamed, “Ngahhh Kyuuhyunnn ahhhh...”
After a few minutes, Sungmin was a lot less sensitive in her lower region as she began urging Kyuhyun on, whispering all sorts of dirty and vulgar language to turn Kyuhyun on. She began her own rhythm, rocking her body against his thrusts to further the penetration, pushing herself against Kyuhyun as she thrived for more contact.
After ten minutes, Sungmin groaned as another orgasm hit her, harder and twice as intense as the first one as her whole body shook uncontrollably. Kyuhyun grabbed her smooth back with one hand, lifting her off the bed as the other kneading her right breast as he continued pounding into her through her orgasm. He reached his climax as he released his seed into her before collapsing on top of her. He rolled around until the two were parallel, all four eyes still spinning from the intense session.
“You know, this foreplay acting is kinda getting old now.” Kyuhyun said as he fluffed up her pillow, pulling her up as she reclined on it. Their clothes were a mess, scattered about the room from their furious love making. The smell of sweaty sex and old furniture plagued the room as Sungmin placed her head against his shoulder.
“Yeah but you still love me.” Sungmin snuggled closer to his naked body, drawing large lazy circles on his body. Her fingers ran up and down the middle of his chest as they traced the contours of his abs.
“Do I really?” Kyuhyun smirked and looked the other way before Sungmin grabbed her boyfriend by the chin, forcing his eyes to look at her pretty face.
“You know you do, Cho Kyuhyun.” Sungmin traced the line of his jaw and pinched his chin.
Kyuhyun halted for a second, allowing Sungmin the upper hand she pushed him down on the bed, swinging her left leg over his body as she pressed her body down, deepening their kiss.
Kyuhyun pushed her away and bit his top lip. Sungmin looked shocked rather than confused as she flicked her disheveled hair away.
“Why do you know me so well.” Kyuhyun weakened his expression, his features softening as he grabbed Sungmin and flipped her to the bottom, continuing their parted kiss. Both of their hands locked together above their heads as their tongues danced together.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Yesung hyung, Yesung.” Ryeowook pounded the door, desperate for an answer of any kind, any response that indicated Yesung was unharmed, “Yesung hyung, it’s Ryewookie ah. Hyung.”
The door opened slowly before Ryeowook sighed in relief, his shoulders relaxing after seeing Yesung was in one piece. Though nervous and shaky, Yesung looked physically okay. He had his blanket drapped over his head, which almost fell to the ground, sweeping the carpet as the older man slunk to the couch.
“Hyung, hyung.” Ryeowook closed the door and locked it before he sat beside him, “Yesung hyung, are you okay?”
Yesung merely nodded at him before he fell onto the couch, curling his body into a fetal position as Ryeowook ran a hand up his body.
“What… what are you doing.” Yesung quickly jumped away from his touch as he almost fell over the arm rest.
“Hyung, are you okay, what happened.” Ryeowook questioned, her face flushed with concern.
“Five days, he gave me five days....” Yesung began sobbing, “Wookie... what do I do... I can’t get together $200,000 in five days...”
“It’s okay hyung, we’ll think of something.” Yesung slumped further down the couch, his small hands gripping the sides of his head as he pulled his hair in frusturation.
“What am I going to do...” Yesung sobbed as he covered his face with the blanket.
“I’ll get Siwon and Donghae and them, we’ll all think of something.”
“No, I’ve bothered them too many times; it’s about time I dealt with this shit by myself.”
“But hyung, it’s not even your fault, it’s Kangin’s fault. You’re helping him carry this sum.” Ryeowook brought up a good point. He raised his voice with the last sentence, believing that he had justice and honesty on his side.
“But his shit is my shit...” Yesung sighed inside the blanket. Even with the blanket thrown on top of his head, Ryeowook could sense the faint wisps of sorrow radiating from Yesung. A limb stuck through the quilt and reached for Ryeowook’s knee, resting itself on the bony joint. Yesung’s head poked out of the blanket as he whimpered to the younger man, “Wookie. What do I do...”
Ryeowook grabbed his wrist, his mind pounding to wake Yesung up and drag him out of this shit. Part of Ryeowook told him to scream at Yesung, break him loose from this nonexistent fiend’s grip that wrapped its fingers around him. Shatter this nightmare that didn’t even belong to him, yank him out of the quicksand that was going to swallow him whole.
Yesung shrieked when the hand wrapped around the same part of his wrist as Yesung quickly tore away. His head retracted into his blanket, faint whimpers coming out from underneath his barricade.
“Hyung?”
“He... he made... me touch him.” Yesung moaned painfully before he shriveled inside his blanket again.
“Who made you touch him? That bastard Kangin?”
“The… debt collector…” Yesung cried through tears, “he said he liked me, liked the fact that I refused him… what if he comes back for more… Wookie ah…”
“It’s okay hyung... it’s okay...” Ryeowook hugged his best friend, his hand rubbing his head and arm in a comforting way as Yesung sobbed into his embrace.
~*~*~*~*
Ryeowook called Kangin two days later when the older man had refused to show up, virtually it seemed like he was wiped off the face of the planet. Ryeowook hoped that had been the case when the call finally connected.
“Yahh wht do you wangttt...” Kangin’s drunk voice screamed into the phone after he had decided to pick up, missing the other 14 calls from before.
“Where the fuck are you.” Ryeowook boomed into the phone, forgetting all honourifics as his anger blasted the drunken Kangin.
“Yahh shut yur face, yah little pest.” Kangin groaned into the phone followed by the ruffling of sheets and a loud clang.
“What are you doing, getting half ass drunk again, blowing all your money on alcohol again?” Ryeowook sneered into the phone. He was going to help Yesung, one way or another, “have you ever thought about Yesung hyung?”
“Why do youuu kahre...” Kangin groaned again. Ryeowook felt his blood boil when he heard the sound of another beer can being open.
“Because Yesung is a mess right now stressing out about you, have you ever even thought of being the slightest bit considerate?” Ryeowook boomed into the phone, “you good for nothing fucker.”
“Watch yur mouf, you wittle bitch.” The detestable voice slurred the words together followed by gurgling sounds of liquid being consumed.
“Kangin ah...” Ryeowook was about to cry, “Can you please, please take back your debt... Yesung can’t do this, he will seriously die.”
“Why would I do that, he volunteered to help me, I never forced him to help me.” His voice sounded surprisingly sober suddenly, “he wants to help me.”
“That’s because...” Ryeowook choked on the words. He hated himself for setting up his downfall. He sucked a deep breath in as Kangin seized the opportunity to rub the cold hard truth in his face.
“I’m his boyfriend.” Kangin gave a cold chuckle, “Ohh Ryeowookie, you should just confess to Yesung ah, you love him so much, I almost feel bad.”
“I do not...” Ryeowook scrunched his face in pain, his voice feeble and squeaky as he choked out his denies. At that moment he felt like digging a hole and hiding until he withers away, becoming nothing more than a fossil.
“You can’t even persuade yourself Ryeowook,” Kangin gave a small chuckle, “maybe I should just give him to you...”
“You bastard.” Ryeowook hung up the cell phone and threw it on his bed, burying his face into his arms in sheer frustration. He hated Kangin with a passion. He hated how Kangin abused Yesung’s feelings for him, used him for nothing more than an ATM machine, withdrawing cash whenever he needed.
He even hated Yesung, sometimes, mind you, for being such an idiot and unconditionally helping that hopeless man. But he hated how Kangin was such a bastard. Ryeowook seriously had no idea what traits Yesung saw in him when the two had begun going out. Ryeowook solemnly wished that Kangin would just go away and leave them alone, and that was without his own selfish desires floating in his mind. In short, Ryeowook wanted Kangin to die.
Ryeowook picked up his phone and called Donghae, venting out his bottled up concerns for Yesung as Donghae made a random quiet sound after every other sentence.
“Are you even listening to me?” Ryeowook broke out of his monoglogue.
“I’m thinking...” Donghae’s voice fluttered over the phone.
“Yeah, that’s a difficult task for you to do.” Ryeowook rolled his eyes as he put the phone against his right ear. “I’m actually proud of you Donghae hyung. You were thinking...”
“Shut up. So what should we do now?”
“I honestly have no idea...” Ryeowook whispered softly into the phone, “I just know that we have to help Yesung hyung.”
Pairing: Yesung x Kangin, Kyuhyun x girl~Sungmin, broken Ryeowook x Yesung
Rating: NC-17
Genre: SMUT this chapter (Male x FEMALE), AU, dark[ish] elements... genderswitch
Summary: Yesung takes on Kangin's debt for him, and he's on the brink of breaking when the collector pays him a visit, leaving both of them confused.
A/N: Prompted by pinefir!! *hugs her* If only I had her ideas, then I would seriously end up writing all day and night and forget my studies. I'm GOING TO SHOOT CHUUUU. *rawr* Oh right, first time writing Gender switch AND het!smut. Please go easy... on me... *cries* Comment or no, I thank you for reading. *bows*
What the fuck was that Cho Kyuhyun. Five fucking days? Are you fucking serious?
Kyuhyun pointed the control at his black BMW and unlocked it.
Are you seriously out of your mind? Five days… you didn’t even spare that man more than three and he owed two and a half million.
Kyuhyun hopped into the drivers’ seat, stretching his legs forward in the spacious vehicle, using the luxury car as he readjusted himself underneath the wheel before he fetched his phone.
New text message. Read now?
Pressing the okay button, the message revealed itself to be nothing more than an address. The sender was a remote number Kyuhyun didn’t recognize, before he had a sneaking suspicion about who it was. Gears turned in his mind before he had an idea about who it could be.
1430- 8395 Larch Street. #425
Ugh what fucking ever. Shit happens, deal with it.
Kyuhyun shook Yesung out of his mind as he drove to the destination via his GPS system in the car. Making his way to the address, which had turned out to be those apartment complexes that were available for renting, Kyuhyun buzzed the three digit number at the lobby that would connect with the phone in the flat.
“Hello?”
There was no response. Only a small click when the small round button flashed from red to green, indicating that access had been granted. The lack of response confirmed Kyuhyun’s suspicion as he opened the main gate and stepped inside the simple lobby.
Kyuhyun went to the floor given to him by the instructions and went to the designated apartment number. Just as he was about to knock, he noticed that the door had been left ajar on purpose.
“Ahhh...” The woman whimpered when she saw Kyuhyun, a face that haunted her, “Please, I don’t have any money...” She was half naked on the bed, wearing nothing but a flimsy, half translucent dress that showed off her curvy figure under the tight fabric enveloping her body.
“Well, does it look like I care?” Kyuhyun smirked as the woman quickly shook her head.
“I said I would give you three more days, no less, and definitely no more.”
“But Kyuhyun...” The woman got up and danced over to his side, pulling at his tie as she directed him to the bed, “I have other services. Will you please... give me three more days?”
“Three days is a lot...” Kyuhyun smirked as the woman rubbed her body against him, using his body as a pole. More than one instance, he had resisted the urge to grab her tender flesh that was teasing his body as she danced around him, swinging her hips in gyrating motions, her hair spinning in perfect circles as strands stuck to her gorgeous face.
“I don’t think you can deny that after this.” The woman slid her hands down his body and stopped at his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping the locks to her prize. With one fellow swoop, Kyuhyun’s pants formed a puddle by his ankles as the cool air contrasted with his searing skin.
“You know, I have a pretty strong control over the things I want.” Kyuhyun whispered softly as Sungmin wrapped her smooth fingers around his already throbbing length, the after effects from his previous encounter still lingering over that particular organ. She dug two nails on the underside, causing Kyuhyun to scream out in pain, the intrusion into his tender skin burned like needles being stuck into him.
“Strong control? But this begs to differ...” The woman whispered into the length, her hot breath sticking to his equally hot length. She hit it a few times with her palm before her mouth enveloped around the slab of meat, her familiar tongue running up and down his length, the red muscle focusing on his slit and the two nail marks embedded in his flesh. Her slick wet mouth coated him with saliva as she went deeper and deeper, the back of his member hitting her throat.
Kyuhyun’s hands found themselves a comfortable position, on either side of the woman’s head as the girl bobbed on his length, altering her pace occasionally that was rewarded with a moan.
Kyuhyun looked down at the back of the woman’s head as she continued her services. His suspicions had been right, it was his girlfriend Sungmin. Kyuhyun let out a half hearted moan when Sungmin swirled her tongue around his sensitive head. Kyuhyun didn’t exactly understand his relationship with Sungmin. It was implied that the two together, at least that was how Sungmin had presented themselves whenever they were together, especially to her uncles, her brother’s business men. They would all remark how cute they looked together as Sungmin would blush and whine about before they were politely excused from the meeting.
After all she was the younger sister of their ringleader, and it’s not necessarily the most appropriate thing to piss off your boss by pissing off his sister. Kyuhyun knew the rules of the life, you watch what you say, watch your back, and watch what people say behind your back.
People have talked about Kyuhyun behind his back, about how he’s using his relationship with Sungmin to buy his way into their business, claiming authority and success within weeks whereas others would have to slave away for years to achieve the same status. Kyuhyun didn’t care to be honest. Sungmin was the one being all clingy to him, not the other way around. Sungmin was the one that would die if their relationship ended, not Kyuhyun. Anyone else in Kyuhyun’s position would reap the benefits of being Sungmin’s boyfriend. If someone didn’t, then they were plain fucking retarded. Did Kyuhyun want to be with her? Kyuhyun himself never fully answered the question, but he wouldn’t say no, he knew that much for sure.
If only she would stop with the lame foreplay ideas, Kyuhyun actually wouldn’t mind being with her. Being the spoilt princess that she was, getting everything exactly the way she wanted, she was simply too high maintenance. Phone calls, text messages, random visits to his office with random food items, sometimes it was just a bit too much. On a good day, Kyuhyun would appreciate her thoughtfulness, but on bad days Kyuhyun had repeatedly bit his tongue to prevent himself from taking out his anger on her.
Nonetheless, Sungmin was a good fuck, all wet and needy, waiting for him. No point wasting good food, Sungmin had a knack for going around to the most obscure places buying some of the most wonderful food items in all of Korea.
His thoughts lingered with him as Kyuhyun tightened his lock on Sungmin’s hair and tugged at it forcefully, harder than he intended.
“Kyuuu...” Sungmin squealed at the pain before she plopped herself on the mattress, compressing the spring as she bounced up and down on the cheap quality, probably a brand she was not familiar with.
Kyuhyun soared into the air and pounced on his girlfriend, his hands seeking underneath her dress, his rough hands contrasting her smooth milky skin. His left hand worked its way up and his right hand went the opposite.
“No panties?” Kyuhyun smirked and Sungmin blushed, turning away. His right hand reached between her legs, expecting a thin barrier of some sort, let it be a thong or some sort of lingerie.
“I don’t have any money...” Sungmin bit her lip before the two halves separated, a soft moaning leaving her delicate mouth as Kyuhyun stuck two fingers into her waiting entrance. His left hand clamped around her left breast, pressing his fingertips into the firm fleshy spheres.
“No money for panties?” Kyuhyun purred as he suddenly withdrew them, leaving Sungmin gaping and craving for attention, “We should go buy you some right now.”
He got off the bed before a pair of arms wrapped around his back, rubbing his body sensually as the fingers began undoing the buttons. His tie was off before he knew it, landing on a chair as Sungmin spun him around. Her hands ricocheted off his body as she fell to the bed.
She let herself drop onto the bed as she removed her dress, tossing it away nonchalantly as her hands reaching for her well developed breasts, kneading the soft fleshy spheres together. The two spheres morphed into different shapes as her hands worked magic on her body.
“Kyuu... help me...” She moaned as her fingers tweaked her nipples, the hardening nubs standing proudly in the air, “I need... another hand...” She wiggled the lower half of her body.
“Isn’t two hands enough already? Why would you need more?” Kyuhyun remarked sarcastically as he tossed his shirt carelessly on the floor, purposely ignoring her plea.
“Kyuu... touch me...” She wiggled her lower half of her body, more violent than before as she spread her legs, “KyuuKyuu I need you.”
“Imagine if I showed your brother the way you present yourself to me.” Kyuhyun smirked again before he granted her wish.
“He would promote yo- ohhhh!!” His tongue lapped at her wet center, focusing on a particular spot that had Sungmin squealing in pure bliss, her hands rubbing up and down her body. His fingers worked simuntaneously with his tongue, the two digits finding a quick rhythm as he finger fucked her.
“Ahh Kyuu... not so fast... Kyuu...” She moaned, her hands pushing Kyuhyun’s head into her pussy, urging him to lick her with more speed, fuel her with more passion, and unleash more of his fury onto her body. Her hole oozed her fluids, which ran down the innards of her thigh, coating the milky flesh with a faint layer of sweet liquid. Kyuhyun licked up the sweet liquid, the faint smells of pineapple and coconut wafted into his mouth.
“Oh maybe I should stop...” Kyuhyun sarcastically remarked as he stopped his oral assault on her, his hands desperately ridding the pants around his ankle.
“Cho Kyuhyun.” Sungmin stammered as she wrinkled her nose, her fingers busy rubbing her crotch as she whined, “Kyuhyun ah…”
“I told you I have strong controls over the things I want...” Kyuhyun smiled as Sungmin wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“Kyuhyun sshi, will this be enough for a two day extension?” Sungmin arched her back as she rubbed herself faster. Her eyelids fluttered as she stuck three fingers into her hole and began an expedition. Kyuhyun tore her hand away and began lapping up her leaking juices, cleaning her flesh before he stuck his tongue into her, exploring the depths of the dark cavern for himself.
“I’d say... maybe one at most.” Kyuhyun laughed inside her center even though Sungmin had been too engrossed in pressing his head deeper against her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his head, granting him more access into her most sensitive area. Her feet pushed his shoulder blades into her body as she continued her moaning.
“Ohh ohhh Kyu...” Sungmin squealed as Kyuhyun purposely quickened his pace, determined to send her over the edge, “Kyuu I’m cominggg... ohhh ahhh Kyuuu.”
A flush of liquid ejected out of her center and soaked Kyuhyun’s mouth, the water dripping down his chin. He looked like he had a bad encounter with a drinking fountain when he withdrew from her crotch, both of them panting for air.
“Kyuu... that was amazing...” Sungmin closed her eyes as she stretched her arms lazily on the bed, savouring the heightened feeling of post orgasm, “ohhh Kyuhyun sshi...”
Kyuhyun stroked his hard length before he dove straight into her, his aim dead on as he slid inside her wet entrance.
“Ohhh KYUU...” Sungmin gasped, her body still weak from the powerful orgasm she just experienced before. The sudden intrusion into her sensitive region sent her moaning and screaming, her hands desperately fumbling to stop Kyuhyun. Her feeble attempts merely enraged Kyuhyun’s fiery passion for her as he slammed into her. She threw her arms up, reaching for something, anything, to hold onto as Kyuhyun plugged her hole with his log.
“Yes Minnie?” Kyuhyun replied softly as he continued thrusting in and out of her hole. Every time he was inside of her, she clamped down around his length, making it hard for him to withdraw out.
“Kyuu Kyuu... ah ah... Kyuuu stop.. please...” She moaned weakly as her hands tightened around the bed sheets. “Kyuu... I can’t take it... Kyuu....
“I thought you said I had no control over the things I wanted.” Kyuhyun snapped at her as he pulled himself all the way. He palmed her right hand as her fingers opening up, their ten digits locking together, “I seriously can’t control my urges right now.”
“Ahh Kyuu...” She whimpered before the sound morphed into a squeal when Kyuhyun thrusted himself back into her, the penetration deep and enticing. Sungmin squeezed his hand hard as she screamed, “Ngahhh Kyuuhyunnn ahhhh...”
After a few minutes, Sungmin was a lot less sensitive in her lower region as she began urging Kyuhyun on, whispering all sorts of dirty and vulgar language to turn Kyuhyun on. She began her own rhythm, rocking her body against his thrusts to further the penetration, pushing herself against Kyuhyun as she thrived for more contact.
After ten minutes, Sungmin groaned as another orgasm hit her, harder and twice as intense as the first one as her whole body shook uncontrollably. Kyuhyun grabbed her smooth back with one hand, lifting her off the bed as the other kneading her right breast as he continued pounding into her through her orgasm. He reached his climax as he released his seed into her before collapsing on top of her. He rolled around until the two were parallel, all four eyes still spinning from the intense session.
“You know, this foreplay acting is kinda getting old now.” Kyuhyun said as he fluffed up her pillow, pulling her up as she reclined on it. Their clothes were a mess, scattered about the room from their furious love making. The smell of sweaty sex and old furniture plagued the room as Sungmin placed her head against his shoulder.
“Yeah but you still love me.” Sungmin snuggled closer to his naked body, drawing large lazy circles on his body. Her fingers ran up and down the middle of his chest as they traced the contours of his abs.
“Do I really?” Kyuhyun smirked and looked the other way before Sungmin grabbed her boyfriend by the chin, forcing his eyes to look at her pretty face.
“You know you do, Cho Kyuhyun.” Sungmin traced the line of his jaw and pinched his chin.
Kyuhyun halted for a second, allowing Sungmin the upper hand she pushed him down on the bed, swinging her left leg over his body as she pressed her body down, deepening their kiss.
Kyuhyun pushed her away and bit his top lip. Sungmin looked shocked rather than confused as she flicked her disheveled hair away.
“Why do you know me so well.” Kyuhyun weakened his expression, his features softening as he grabbed Sungmin and flipped her to the bottom, continuing their parted kiss. Both of their hands locked together above their heads as their tongues danced together.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Yesung hyung, Yesung.” Ryeowook pounded the door, desperate for an answer of any kind, any response that indicated Yesung was unharmed, “Yesung hyung, it’s Ryewookie ah. Hyung.”
The door opened slowly before Ryeowook sighed in relief, his shoulders relaxing after seeing Yesung was in one piece. Though nervous and shaky, Yesung looked physically okay. He had his blanket drapped over his head, which almost fell to the ground, sweeping the carpet as the older man slunk to the couch.
“Hyung, hyung.” Ryeowook closed the door and locked it before he sat beside him, “Yesung hyung, are you okay?”
Yesung merely nodded at him before he fell onto the couch, curling his body into a fetal position as Ryeowook ran a hand up his body.
“What… what are you doing.” Yesung quickly jumped away from his touch as he almost fell over the arm rest.
“Hyung, are you okay, what happened.” Ryeowook questioned, her face flushed with concern.
“Five days, he gave me five days....” Yesung began sobbing, “Wookie... what do I do... I can’t get together $200,000 in five days...”
“It’s okay hyung, we’ll think of something.” Yesung slumped further down the couch, his small hands gripping the sides of his head as he pulled his hair in frusturation.
“What am I going to do...” Yesung sobbed as he covered his face with the blanket.
“I’ll get Siwon and Donghae and them, we’ll all think of something.”
“No, I’ve bothered them too many times; it’s about time I dealt with this shit by myself.”
“But hyung, it’s not even your fault, it’s Kangin’s fault. You’re helping him carry this sum.” Ryeowook brought up a good point. He raised his voice with the last sentence, believing that he had justice and honesty on his side.
“But his shit is my shit...” Yesung sighed inside the blanket. Even with the blanket thrown on top of his head, Ryeowook could sense the faint wisps of sorrow radiating from Yesung. A limb stuck through the quilt and reached for Ryeowook’s knee, resting itself on the bony joint. Yesung’s head poked out of the blanket as he whimpered to the younger man, “Wookie. What do I do...”
Ryeowook grabbed his wrist, his mind pounding to wake Yesung up and drag him out of this shit. Part of Ryeowook told him to scream at Yesung, break him loose from this nonexistent fiend’s grip that wrapped its fingers around him. Shatter this nightmare that didn’t even belong to him, yank him out of the quicksand that was going to swallow him whole.
Yesung shrieked when the hand wrapped around the same part of his wrist as Yesung quickly tore away. His head retracted into his blanket, faint whimpers coming out from underneath his barricade.
“Hyung?”
“He... he made... me touch him.” Yesung moaned painfully before he shriveled inside his blanket again.
“Who made you touch him? That bastard Kangin?”
“The… debt collector…” Yesung cried through tears, “he said he liked me, liked the fact that I refused him… what if he comes back for more… Wookie ah…”
“It’s okay hyung... it’s okay...” Ryeowook hugged his best friend, his hand rubbing his head and arm in a comforting way as Yesung sobbed into his embrace.
~*~*~*~*
Ryeowook called Kangin two days later when the older man had refused to show up, virtually it seemed like he was wiped off the face of the planet. Ryeowook hoped that had been the case when the call finally connected.
“Yahh wht do you wangttt...” Kangin’s drunk voice screamed into the phone after he had decided to pick up, missing the other 14 calls from before.
“Where the fuck are you.” Ryeowook boomed into the phone, forgetting all honourifics as his anger blasted the drunken Kangin.
“Yahh shut yur face, yah little pest.” Kangin groaned into the phone followed by the ruffling of sheets and a loud clang.
“What are you doing, getting half ass drunk again, blowing all your money on alcohol again?” Ryeowook sneered into the phone. He was going to help Yesung, one way or another, “have you ever thought about Yesung hyung?”
“Why do youuu kahre...” Kangin groaned again. Ryeowook felt his blood boil when he heard the sound of another beer can being open.
“Because Yesung is a mess right now stressing out about you, have you ever even thought of being the slightest bit considerate?” Ryeowook boomed into the phone, “you good for nothing fucker.”
“Watch yur mouf, you wittle bitch.” The detestable voice slurred the words together followed by gurgling sounds of liquid being consumed.
“Kangin ah...” Ryeowook was about to cry, “Can you please, please take back your debt... Yesung can’t do this, he will seriously die.”
“Why would I do that, he volunteered to help me, I never forced him to help me.” His voice sounded surprisingly sober suddenly, “he wants to help me.”
“That’s because...” Ryeowook choked on the words. He hated himself for setting up his downfall. He sucked a deep breath in as Kangin seized the opportunity to rub the cold hard truth in his face.
“I’m his boyfriend.” Kangin gave a cold chuckle, “Ohh Ryeowookie, you should just confess to Yesung ah, you love him so much, I almost feel bad.”
“I do not...” Ryeowook scrunched his face in pain, his voice feeble and squeaky as he choked out his denies. At that moment he felt like digging a hole and hiding until he withers away, becoming nothing more than a fossil.
“You can’t even persuade yourself Ryeowook,” Kangin gave a small chuckle, “maybe I should just give him to you...”
“You bastard.” Ryeowook hung up the cell phone and threw it on his bed, burying his face into his arms in sheer frustration. He hated Kangin with a passion. He hated how Kangin abused Yesung’s feelings for him, used him for nothing more than an ATM machine, withdrawing cash whenever he needed.
He even hated Yesung, sometimes, mind you, for being such an idiot and unconditionally helping that hopeless man. But he hated how Kangin was such a bastard. Ryeowook seriously had no idea what traits Yesung saw in him when the two had begun going out. Ryeowook solemnly wished that Kangin would just go away and leave them alone, and that was without his own selfish desires floating in his mind. In short, Ryeowook wanted Kangin to die.
Ryeowook picked up his phone and called Donghae, venting out his bottled up concerns for Yesung as Donghae made a random quiet sound after every other sentence.
“Are you even listening to me?” Ryeowook broke out of his monoglogue.
“I’m thinking...” Donghae’s voice fluttered over the phone.
“Yeah, that’s a difficult task for you to do.” Ryeowook rolled his eyes as he put the phone against his right ear. “I’m actually proud of you Donghae hyung. You were thinking...”
“Shut up. So what should we do now?”
“I honestly have no idea...” Ryeowook whispered softly into the phone, “I just know that we have to help Yesung hyung.”