HOT LIKE ME//HAEHYUK; BOY, WHY YOU TRIPPING LIKE THAT
HOT LIKE THIS
Donghae/Eunhyuk, NC-17, smut, 600+ words
Notes: Blowjob, anddd lost my smut virginity.
They say that dancers are the best in bed. Donghae knows this for sure because Eunhyuk is a fantastic lay, but he also knows that years of rapping has made Eunhyuk good with his tongue. His hands shake as he fumbles with the buckle of his belt, his mind more focused on Eunhyuk's slow descent to his knees. Long fingers pull his hands away to undo his belt for him, and arousal pools in his lower abdomen when Eunhyuk pops open the button of his jeans and slides the zipper down. With the music still ringing in his ears, Donghae feels more than hears the breathy laugh Eunhyuk lets out when he sees Donghae neglected to wear underwear today.
Eunhyuk's breath is hot on his cock as he strokes it slowly and asks, "Were you expecting something?"
Donghae manages a chuckle before a groan slips out when Eunhyuk tentatively darts out his tongue. "Just wanted to teach you a dance. You're the one--God, Eunhyuk--ahh, who wanted this."
"This is just warm-up," Eunhyuk says before closing his mouth around the head.
"Fuck," is all that's temporarily left of Donghae's vocabulary, his hips instinctively jerking. Donghae feels the other's tongue press up and rub, but the sensation is nothing compared to when he starts to lightly suck, tongue swirling lazily. Donghae's hands find anchor in Eunhyuk's hair, tugging him firmly forward. Eunhyuk whines faintly in pain, but obediently takes Donghae deeper in the wet heat of his mouth. He pauses midway and takes his time dragging his tongue along a vein he finds before he releases Donghae's cock with a wet pop. Frustrated, Donghae grips Eunhyuk by the chin and guides his mouth back, silently begging for more. Eunhyuk smirks and merely kisses the tip, tongue flicking over the slit.
"Fucking tease," Donghae gasps, and Eunhyuk practically moans, "I know," in response. He waits until Donghae begs for it before giving in; he wants this as much as the other man does. Donghae leans his head back as his cock slowly disappears inch by inch into that hot mouth, Eunhyuk's tongue simply gliding along, impossibly still, until the tip of his cock is pressed against the back of his throat. Eunhyuk's eyes flicker up and he waits until Donghae looks down before he sucks hard, cheeks hollowing and throat constricting. Donghae's knees nearly give out, but Eunhyuk's hands steady him against the cold surface of the mirror.
Eunhyuk is relentless with his ministrations--sucking, licking, humming--as he slides Donghae's cock in and out of his mouth. When Donghae finally regains a semblance of control over his senses, the sight he sees threatens to make him come: full pink lips, perfect for sucking cock, stretched prettily around him, adverted eyes, focusing on the task before them, and those deliciously flushed cheeks. Eunhyuk's mouth working around his cock is possibly the most wonderful thing Donghae has ever experienced, and it brings him close to the edge faster than he would like.
Eunhyuk suddenly pulls back, taking the chance to breathe as the other dancer groans from being denied release. Panting quietly, he shifts on his knees, fingers leaving to curl around Donghae's belt loops instead, and looks up with dark, lidded eyes. Donghae, realizing what Eunhyuk has given him permission to do, says, "Fuck," again and roughly thrusts his cock into the other's waiting mouth. Scratch that. Nothing can compare to fucking Eunhyuk's willing mouth. He knows Eunhyuk doesn't mind the fullness or the pace because he's still moaning around his cock when Donghae comes with a loud cry, and he eagerly swallows everything. Donghae's legs buckle and he slides to the floor, arousal faintly stirring again when Eunhyuk licks his lips clean of saliva and come.
"Now how about that dance you wanted?" he asks, voice raw. Donghae is pretty sure he never asked for one, but he doesn't complain when Eunhyuk crawls into his lap and allows him a taste of his hot mouth.
boy, why you tripping like that
No pairings, PG, general
Because everyone has their guilty pleasures.
The new dance instructor is in cahoots with the rest of Super Junior, Eunhyuk decides.
Today is their first practice, and the dance instructor thinks it's a good idea to warm-up by letting everyone freestyle one by one. Eunhyuk, eager to impress, practically runs to the center when he's picked first. The cool flare he had in mind never happens because the first beats of the music streaming out of the speakers stuns him into immobility.
Eunhyuk is very familiar with the song. Hell, he even went to their concert a while ago, and okay, maybe they're also a guilty pleasure of his he likes to dance to in the privacy of his locked bedroom. What he doesn't understand is why the dance instructor would think the Pussycat Dolls' music is suitable for a male-pop group. (Gee does not count; Gee never counts).
Eunhyuk spins around and attempts to glare the hysterical members into submission (it doesn't work), trying to figure out who did it. Sungmin, only Sungmin would set him up like this. Or maybe Heechul, but Eunhyuk is pretty sure Heechul would have saved the song for himself. Then Eunhyuk notices a phone being passed down the line of members, and each one cracks up more once they see it. After several attempts, he manages to snatch the phone away; playing is a video of him doing a very poor imitation of the song's dance routine (in his defense, he was very bored that day and it's not like other members haven't done this before). Eunhyuk is still spluttering when he realizes it's Donghae's phone.
"Donghae!" he wails, raising the phone in preparation to throw it at the other dancer.
"I couldn't help myself! Your door was unlocked and you were lipsynching and everything," Donghae says through his laughter as he dashes for the door.
Donghae/Eunhyuk, NC-17, smut, 600+ words
Notes: Blowjob, anddd lost my smut virginity.
They say that dancers are the best in bed. Donghae knows this for sure because Eunhyuk is a fantastic lay, but he also knows that years of rapping has made Eunhyuk good with his tongue. His hands shake as he fumbles with the buckle of his belt, his mind more focused on Eunhyuk's slow descent to his knees. Long fingers pull his hands away to undo his belt for him, and arousal pools in his lower abdomen when Eunhyuk pops open the button of his jeans and slides the zipper down. With the music still ringing in his ears, Donghae feels more than hears the breathy laugh Eunhyuk lets out when he sees Donghae neglected to wear underwear today.
Eunhyuk's breath is hot on his cock as he strokes it slowly and asks, "Were you expecting something?"
Donghae manages a chuckle before a groan slips out when Eunhyuk tentatively darts out his tongue. "Just wanted to teach you a dance. You're the one--God, Eunhyuk--ahh, who wanted this."
"This is just warm-up," Eunhyuk says before closing his mouth around the head.
"Fuck," is all that's temporarily left of Donghae's vocabulary, his hips instinctively jerking. Donghae feels the other's tongue press up and rub, but the sensation is nothing compared to when he starts to lightly suck, tongue swirling lazily. Donghae's hands find anchor in Eunhyuk's hair, tugging him firmly forward. Eunhyuk whines faintly in pain, but obediently takes Donghae deeper in the wet heat of his mouth. He pauses midway and takes his time dragging his tongue along a vein he finds before he releases Donghae's cock with a wet pop. Frustrated, Donghae grips Eunhyuk by the chin and guides his mouth back, silently begging for more. Eunhyuk smirks and merely kisses the tip, tongue flicking over the slit.
"Fucking tease," Donghae gasps, and Eunhyuk practically moans, "I know," in response. He waits until Donghae begs for it before giving in; he wants this as much as the other man does. Donghae leans his head back as his cock slowly disappears inch by inch into that hot mouth, Eunhyuk's tongue simply gliding along, impossibly still, until the tip of his cock is pressed against the back of his throat. Eunhyuk's eyes flicker up and he waits until Donghae looks down before he sucks hard, cheeks hollowing and throat constricting. Donghae's knees nearly give out, but Eunhyuk's hands steady him against the cold surface of the mirror.
Eunhyuk is relentless with his ministrations--sucking, licking, humming--as he slides Donghae's cock in and out of his mouth. When Donghae finally regains a semblance of control over his senses, the sight he sees threatens to make him come: full pink lips, perfect for sucking cock, stretched prettily around him, adverted eyes, focusing on the task before them, and those deliciously flushed cheeks. Eunhyuk's mouth working around his cock is possibly the most wonderful thing Donghae has ever experienced, and it brings him close to the edge faster than he would like.
Eunhyuk suddenly pulls back, taking the chance to breathe as the other dancer groans from being denied release. Panting quietly, he shifts on his knees, fingers leaving to curl around Donghae's belt loops instead, and looks up with dark, lidded eyes. Donghae, realizing what Eunhyuk has given him permission to do, says, "Fuck," again and roughly thrusts his cock into the other's waiting mouth. Scratch that. Nothing can compare to fucking Eunhyuk's willing mouth. He knows Eunhyuk doesn't mind the fullness or the pace because he's still moaning around his cock when Donghae comes with a loud cry, and he eagerly swallows everything. Donghae's legs buckle and he slides to the floor, arousal faintly stirring again when Eunhyuk licks his lips clean of saliva and come.
"Now how about that dance you wanted?" he asks, voice raw. Donghae is pretty sure he never asked for one, but he doesn't complain when Eunhyuk crawls into his lap and allows him a taste of his hot mouth.
boy, why you tripping like that
No pairings, PG, general
Because everyone has their guilty pleasures.
The new dance instructor is in cahoots with the rest of Super Junior, Eunhyuk decides.
Today is their first practice, and the dance instructor thinks it's a good idea to warm-up by letting everyone freestyle one by one. Eunhyuk, eager to impress, practically runs to the center when he's picked first. The cool flare he had in mind never happens because the first beats of the music streaming out of the speakers stuns him into immobility.
Eunhyuk is very familiar with the song. Hell, he even went to their concert a while ago, and okay, maybe they're also a guilty pleasure of his he likes to dance to in the privacy of his locked bedroom. What he doesn't understand is why the dance instructor would think the Pussycat Dolls' music is suitable for a male-pop group. (Gee does not count; Gee never counts).
Eunhyuk spins around and attempts to glare the hysterical members into submission (it doesn't work), trying to figure out who did it. Sungmin, only Sungmin would set him up like this. Or maybe Heechul, but Eunhyuk is pretty sure Heechul would have saved the song for himself. Then Eunhyuk notices a phone being passed down the line of members, and each one cracks up more once they see it. After several attempts, he manages to snatch the phone away; playing is a video of him doing a very poor imitation of the song's dance routine (in his defense, he was very bored that day and it's not like other members haven't done this before). Eunhyuk is still spluttering when he realizes it's Donghae's phone.
"Donghae!" he wails, raising the phone in preparation to throw it at the other dancer.
"I couldn't help myself! Your door was unlocked and you were lipsynching and everything," Donghae says through his laughter as he dashes for the door.