[SuJu - Various] 1 Sentence Pr0n
Warning: very NC-17. If you're underage get out or don't tell me. :p
There's some bondage, hints of d/s, more bondage (hello kink), gagging and Kyuhyun (who is a kink all by himself)
There may or may not be more in the comments.
If you have a request, by all means, leave it here :p
...HOW DO I EVEN TAG THIS
Written because I have a terrible block and am not making progress with the help_japan fic at all >.<
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It’s the low groan Kyuhyun tries to hold back as he tightens around him that drives Zhou Mi over the edge, thrusting once, twice more before he spills; Kyuhyun’s breath hitches against his neck, biting down as he comes shortly after, and it’s only Sungmin’s stifled gasp that reminds him they never quite made it to the bedroom.
Sungmin had never taken Henry for the kinky type, but here he was, a moaning and writhing mess, bent over the table, his hands tied to the table leg with Henry’s belt; the very same thrusting into him harshly from behind, talented fingers pressing against his windpipe until he saw stars - it only took seconds for him to come after that.
Kyuhyun’s voice does things to him, always has, but hearing that velvety sound forming foreign syllables makes Hyukjae’s mouth go dry faster than ever, makes him mutter a hasty “Bathroom,” to where he rushes off, not bothering to lock the door before tugging his cock out; the knowing smirk Kyuhyun shoots him when he returns speaks volumes.
Popsicles and Kyuhyun are an unholy combination, Zhou Mi decides when he notices his boyfriend giving the icy sweet the blowjob he should be receiving, tongue swirling, licking, those plump lips finally wrapping tightly around it, sensually moving up and down.
It wasn’t the first time that their fights had turned into more, but it was the first time that Jaejoong had surrendered to him this easily, letting him strip the older man bare and hold his wrists down while he sucked dark marks into the otherwise unblemished skin, but Changmin was not about to complain, especially not when he was sinking into that delicious tight heat, drawing sounds from his sometimes-lover that made it hard for him not to come right away.
Kyuhyun thought it would be funny to challenge Zhou Mi into giving him a handjob while they were riding the roller coaster, but he had not expected the other to take him up on that, which was how he ended up desperately attempting to cover his lap while trying to not look like he was coming in his pants as hundreds of fangirls took stalker photos of them.
Super Junior M happening was the first time Kyuhyun had discovered Donghae’s possessive side; he had been dragged away and shoved against the door of a bathroom stall the moment filming had been over and his lover hadn’t let him leave until he looked thoroughly debauched and had several red marks lining his neck - Kyuhyun had decided then and there that he’d have to hang all over Zhou Mi more often.
Kyuhyun groans when his head hits the headboard, but he can’t quite find it in himself to complain, only sinking his nails into Zhou Mi’s shoulders harder when he gives another hard thrust - the sex after they hadn’t seen each other for a while always felt best.
Sungmin was all strawberries, sunshine and rainbows, until they reached the bed room at least - then he had Henry’s clothes of faster than they could make it to the bed, which was how he ended up with rug burn half the time, and sore knees the others when Sungmin let him take charge, throw his legs over his shoulders and just take, take, take until it all became too much.
Jongwoon likes cake and he also likes Ryeowook, so it should only be natural for the two to be taken together - only Ryeowook doesn’t seem to think so, threatening him to withhold sex for a month if he dares put that whipped cream anywhere near his asshole - in the end Jongwoon settles on cake-flavoured lube instead.
“God, China really made you fat,” Changmin mutters, nipping at Kyuhyun’s hip, receiving a snort in reply, “At least my ass isn’t too bony to fuck,” and he silently has to agree, seeing how Kyuhyun’s ass is certainly one of the most fuckable ones, but of course he can’t let the other have the last word, smirking at him as he trails a slicked finger along Kyuhyun’s curves, “So you finally do admit you like being my bitch.”
Riling Donghae up by almost molesting Zhou Mi on stage might, after all, not have been the brightest idea he ever had, Kyuhyun concludes when he wakes up bound and gagged, with two pairs of lust-filled eyes staring at him; a low groan is the only sound that makes it through the cloth in his mouth when Donghae starts pushing into him with a smirk, Zhou Mi mouthing along his neck, and he jerks when he feels another finger pressing inside of him; “If you wanted both of us that’s exactly what you’re going to get, Kyuhyunnie,” is the last thing he hears before Zhou Mi thrusts in and he almost blacks out.
There's some bondage, hints of d/s, more bondage (hello kink), gagging and Kyuhyun (who is a kink all by himself)
There may or may not be more in the comments.
If you have a request, by all means, leave it here :p
...HOW DO I EVEN TAG THIS
Written because I have a terrible block and am not making progress with the help_japan fic at all >.<
-
It’s the low groan Kyuhyun tries to hold back as he tightens around him that drives Zhou Mi over the edge, thrusting once, twice more before he spills; Kyuhyun’s breath hitches against his neck, biting down as he comes shortly after, and it’s only Sungmin’s stifled gasp that reminds him they never quite made it to the bedroom.
Sungmin had never taken Henry for the kinky type, but here he was, a moaning and writhing mess, bent over the table, his hands tied to the table leg with Henry’s belt; the very same thrusting into him harshly from behind, talented fingers pressing against his windpipe until he saw stars - it only took seconds for him to come after that.
Kyuhyun’s voice does things to him, always has, but hearing that velvety sound forming foreign syllables makes Hyukjae’s mouth go dry faster than ever, makes him mutter a hasty “Bathroom,” to where he rushes off, not bothering to lock the door before tugging his cock out; the knowing smirk Kyuhyun shoots him when he returns speaks volumes.
Popsicles and Kyuhyun are an unholy combination, Zhou Mi decides when he notices his boyfriend giving the icy sweet the blowjob he should be receiving, tongue swirling, licking, those plump lips finally wrapping tightly around it, sensually moving up and down.
It wasn’t the first time that their fights had turned into more, but it was the first time that Jaejoong had surrendered to him this easily, letting him strip the older man bare and hold his wrists down while he sucked dark marks into the otherwise unblemished skin, but Changmin was not about to complain, especially not when he was sinking into that delicious tight heat, drawing sounds from his sometimes-lover that made it hard for him not to come right away.
Kyuhyun thought it would be funny to challenge Zhou Mi into giving him a handjob while they were riding the roller coaster, but he had not expected the other to take him up on that, which was how he ended up desperately attempting to cover his lap while trying to not look like he was coming in his pants as hundreds of fangirls took stalker photos of them.
Super Junior M happening was the first time Kyuhyun had discovered Donghae’s possessive side; he had been dragged away and shoved against the door of a bathroom stall the moment filming had been over and his lover hadn’t let him leave until he looked thoroughly debauched and had several red marks lining his neck - Kyuhyun had decided then and there that he’d have to hang all over Zhou Mi more often.
Kyuhyun groans when his head hits the headboard, but he can’t quite find it in himself to complain, only sinking his nails into Zhou Mi’s shoulders harder when he gives another hard thrust - the sex after they hadn’t seen each other for a while always felt best.
Sungmin was all strawberries, sunshine and rainbows, until they reached the bed room at least - then he had Henry’s clothes of faster than they could make it to the bed, which was how he ended up with rug burn half the time, and sore knees the others when Sungmin let him take charge, throw his legs over his shoulders and just take, take, take until it all became too much.
Jongwoon likes cake and he also likes Ryeowook, so it should only be natural for the two to be taken together - only Ryeowook doesn’t seem to think so, threatening him to withhold sex for a month if he dares put that whipped cream anywhere near his asshole - in the end Jongwoon settles on cake-flavoured lube instead.
“God, China really made you fat,” Changmin mutters, nipping at Kyuhyun’s hip, receiving a snort in reply, “At least my ass isn’t too bony to fuck,” and he silently has to agree, seeing how Kyuhyun’s ass is certainly one of the most fuckable ones, but of course he can’t let the other have the last word, smirking at him as he trails a slicked finger along Kyuhyun’s curves, “So you finally do admit you like being my bitch.”
Riling Donghae up by almost molesting Zhou Mi on stage might, after all, not have been the brightest idea he ever had, Kyuhyun concludes when he wakes up bound and gagged, with two pairs of lust-filled eyes staring at him; a low groan is the only sound that makes it through the cloth in his mouth when Donghae starts pushing into him with a smirk, Zhou Mi mouthing along his neck, and he jerks when he feels another finger pressing inside of him; “If you wanted both of us that’s exactly what you’re going to get, Kyuhyunnie,” is the last thing he hears before Zhou Mi thrusts in and he almost blacks out.