Super Junior/DongBangShinKi; It's Hard Out There For a Pimp; HaeChun
Title: It's Hard Out There For a Pimp
Fandom: Super Junior/DongBangShinKi
Pairing: HaeChun
Word Count: 1696
Rating: R
Summary: Poor Yoochun is a victim of not-so-innocent Donghae. He decides he's had enough.
Genre: humor, crack, smut
A/N: HAPPY BRIDAY. like a week ago XD but yeah! birthday fic! Sorry it took so long bri. I also know that i said it may or may not get up within this week (leaning to the may not side) but. well. i promised, didnt i? :3 ♥ I have so much to update on, you guys, and im a little alkdjf right now. also, expect a post formally announcing a short hiatus and/or the postponement of DBPK (only by a week). Seriously, im up to my neck in stuff and im kind of dying at the moment. I'm working on it, but a girl has got to sleep. anyways, heres the HAECHUN (wtf bri random~~ but thats why i love you) so enjoy. first time writing DBSK. weird (that i havent written them before, i mean). yay for crossovers!
SPECIALLY WRITTEN FOR AND DEDICATED TO THE AWESOMELY AWESOME THAT IS twinkie86 because cowives stick together. love ya babe ♥ ;D
Micky Yoochun is a pimp. That's what the internet seems to think. But the fact is, Micky Yoochun is super-duper jealous because no matter how many times he tries, he still can’t ignore the way Donghae hangs over Eunhyuk and Kibum and Heechul and Kangin and Siwon and Henry and Yunho and now he’s lifting up Changmin’s shirt.
Yoochun stops on the stage extension and watches longingly as Donghae’s fingers slip under the hem of the basic white t-shirt, skimming the strip of skin just above Changmin’s jeans. He notices the way Changmin flushes at the sudden, unexpected contact and he mentally feels for the poor kid because Donghae knows what he does to everyone. (It still doesn’t stop him from doing it.) When Donghae’s hand flattens to the boy’s stomach and he splays his fingers, dragging his warm palm up the toned abs and bunching the shirt up to Changmin’s chest, his mind sort of just stops and he really needs to stop watching and start moving. Instead, he blinks a few times and lets his mouth hang open dumbly. (He’s always been a little fail.)
Thankfully his kind leader takes notice and gives him a little push in the shoulder and Yoochun turns to look at him pleadingly.
“He’s a little fucker, isn’t he?” Yunho says sympathetically. Yoochun can only nod.
He kind of dies inside when Donghae’s arms wrap around Changmin and he pulls himself into him, pressing up tightly and Yoochun knows the way their skin is sticking together with sweat and damp t-shirts and God he wishes that was him. He feels a little better when Changmin twists away from Donghae and playfully gives him a shove. Donghae just stands there and takes it because he hasn’t been able to pull off innocent anymore, but that's okay because he never really was anyway.
Yoochun spends the rest of the concert trying his best to sing and to resist the surprisingly strong urge to fuck Donghae in the middle of the stage. That, or to punch him.
It’s difficult to resist (the fucking part, not the punching part) when Donghae dances and when he raps and when he counts? Yoochun didn't know anyone could count hot, but apparently Donghae can, because he’s licking his lips as he does it and well, that makes anything pretty fucking hot. Yoochun’s pretty sure Donghae could be on his knees cleaning the floor and could make it hot just by licking his lips. (Okay, bad example, Yoochun thinks, because now he’s half-hard and fully uncomfortable.)
It only gets worse when he’s in the middle of his part in Snow Dream and he turns to his right and Donghae is suddenly at his side (seriously, this boy is like a fucking sexy ninja, or something). Yoochun smiles at him as his brain yells FUCK you can’t escape! in a panicked voice. There’s a look in Donghae’s eyes that makes Yoochun a little scared. Then again, that's what he loves about him. Donghae wastes no time in sliding up to Yoochun and wrapping an arm around his waist. Yoochun goes with it, managing to hold his cool in order to hold his note, but the touch is far too light for Donghae’s taste. He presses their hips together quickly and sways once before suddenly he’s backed up by JaeJoong and Confused Yoochun is confused and he does a double take.
Donghae grins and him and waggles his eyebrows, tongue between his teeth, (sexy ninja, remember?) and the urge to punch him comes back stronger than ever. Yoochun wimps out and hands him the mic instead. He can’t really do anything else, because what the cameras didn’t catch was Donghae’s quick squeeze of his ass with his other hand (Yoochun thought this was a bad way of reassuring him that the others are just skinship) and the muttered promise that made him stay the hell away for the rest of the song because hello, inappropriate? Sometimes he thinks Donghae forgets that they’re in public.
Yoochun kind of wishes he had punched him though, because Donghae should really be decked more often than he is. He skinships with Yunho for like, three fucking songs straight, and if that isn’t enough he’s been all over Eunhyuk for most of the night already and now he’s back again. Yoochun bitterly thinks that Eunhyuk doesn’t need to be hugged so often.
It’s when the chants of Kihae from a section to the right of the stage persist long enough to grant some rather enthusiastic and excessive touching does Yoochun figure he’s had enough. Donghae has wandered a little too far, crossing the lines of Yoochun’s patience and tolerance and really, Yoochun thinks as he presses his lips to Siwon’s temple, it’s time he was reminded.
***
Yoochun doesn’t bother with subtlety. After the show gets out and everyone files backstage, exhausted, (and really, right after), his fingers close around Donghae’s wrist and he begins to walk off down a hallway. Donghae pulls back half-heartedly.
“Where are we going?”
He sounds less than pleased but nonetheless a little curious. He isn’t following yet. Yoochun just glances back at him and tugs again, and Donghae stumbles into a slow trot after him. He’s sluggish with fatigue. Yoochun’s tired too, yes, but he’s also resolved. His jaw is set, focused, and he turns right, left, left again, still pulling Donghae along behind him, eyes ahead. When they reach the empty changing room, its relatively empty save for the mirror-lined counter along the side wall, and a small, worn beige couch to one side. Yoochun completely ignores the couch and beelines for the table in the center of the room.
Donghae’s back hits the wood and he catches himself, leaning back on his elbows and looking up at Yoochun, interested.
“Donghae, have you ever been fucked on a table before?” Yoochun asks politely, every ounce of cheekiness visible on his face.
Donghae just looks at him before he bursts out in laughter, loud and clear and ringing like a bell. …A bell that isn’t stopping. And then he’s gasping, clutching his sides and kicking his legs and what the hell is so funny.
“What.” Yoochun snaps at him, closing the distance and leaning the laughing boy backwards over the table, hands on the wood.
Donghae gasps at him, catching his breath, eyes glittering teasingly. “Yes. Of course I have. Multiple times. You fail at seducing me, you know?” And he smiles a rare, shit-eating grin that he could have only picked up from Kibum. “I don't, though. You should have seen your face during that concert.”
Yoochun flushes and presses up against him then, quickly and forcefully and Donghae’s laughter turns into a gasp, but his eyes are still glittering at him. It’s always on purpose. The public display of torture is always on purpose. Always for him. Yoochun decides to wipe the smirk off his face. Perhaps with a table.
“Yeah? Well not this one. Table, meet Donghae. Donghae, meet Table.”
***
Donghae has been molested by a lot of people, but no one molests him quite like Yoochun. He does it differently. It’s not like Heechul, who gouges half-moon marks into his hips when he doesn't writhe just the way Heechul wants him to. It isn’t like Eunhyuk, improbable but somehow manageable; painful, but not intentional, but still a hell of a lot of fun. It isn’t like Kibum, who takes the wheel and goes so fast that it ends up with Donghae on his back and he’s not quite sure how he got there or if he really minds at all. It’s not like Siwon, either, who kisses him softly afterwards, mumbling apologies against bruised lips.
It’s different because Yoochun shivers just the way he likes when he runs his nails down his back. Yoochun is just the right amount of rough but at the same time can sit back and let Donghae have his fun (and does he). He likes the way Yoochun moans into his mouth, so he moans back, which prompts Yoochun to-well, there’s a lot of moaning. Donghae likes moaning. Yoochun makes sure to suck on his shoulder and his hipbone at just the right angle that the cameras never catch. It’s better than the way Yunho does it, because strange red marks in questionable places means more time spent on a lot of long talks with management and less time spent pressed into a wall where he belongs. Yoochun somehow manages to twist his fingers in Donghae’s hair just the way the stylist noonas do, which comes in handy. Nothing beats a messy quickie in the bathroom stalls or stage closet. And nothing beats the way Yoochun is shuddering in tandem, moaning in sync, and thrusting in time to the way they both come at once. (That’s the best thing, coming at once).
So it’s as Donghae is getting properly introduced with the table in the deserted room face to face (er...wood), Yoochun gripping his lithe hips in just the right way, does he decide that if he had to pick one person the be molested by at all, he would pick Yoochun.
***
“I’m glad,” Yoochun gasps from where he lays on the floor under the table and besides Donghae, the pair slightly out of breath still.
“For what?” says Donghae.
“I’m glad no one pairs us together. I mean, They can write about you and Eunhyuk and Kibum all they want,” Yoochun looks over at him, and walks his fingers up the inside of Donghae’s thigh, his eyes dark and hooded again. “It just means that I get to fuck you and no one will ever figure it out.”
Donghae looks at him for a long moment before he gives in and climbs between Yoochun’s legs. The older smiles and Donghae rolls his eyes, because he can’t resist that grin, so he gives in and rolls his hips and makes Yoochun moan again and again until he’s hoarse.
They both know its probably bad for the concert tomorrow, and the one after that, and after that, but they both know it wont stop them from finding a closet tomorrow either.
***
:D hope it wasnt too fail, bri!♥
Fandom: Super Junior/DongBangShinKi
Pairing: HaeChun
Word Count: 1696
Rating: R
Summary: Poor Yoochun is a victim of not-so-innocent Donghae. He decides he's had enough.
Genre: humor, crack, smut
A/N: HAPPY BRIDAY. like a week ago XD but yeah! birthday fic! Sorry it took so long bri. I also know that i said it may or may not get up within this week (leaning to the may not side) but. well. i promised, didnt i? :3 ♥ I have so much to update on, you guys, and im a little alkdjf right now. also, expect a post formally announcing a short hiatus and/or the postponement of DBPK (only by a week). Seriously, im up to my neck in stuff and im kind of dying at the moment. I'm working on it, but a girl has got to sleep. anyways, heres the HAECHUN (wtf bri random~~ but thats why i love you) so enjoy. first time writing DBSK. weird (that i havent written them before, i mean). yay for crossovers!
SPECIALLY WRITTEN FOR AND DEDICATED TO THE AWESOMELY AWESOME THAT IS twinkie86 because cowives stick together. love ya babe ♥ ;D
Micky Yoochun is a pimp. That's what the internet seems to think. But the fact is, Micky Yoochun is super-duper jealous because no matter how many times he tries, he still can’t ignore the way Donghae hangs over Eunhyuk and Kibum and Heechul and Kangin and Siwon and Henry and Yunho and now he’s lifting up Changmin’s shirt.
Yoochun stops on the stage extension and watches longingly as Donghae’s fingers slip under the hem of the basic white t-shirt, skimming the strip of skin just above Changmin’s jeans. He notices the way Changmin flushes at the sudden, unexpected contact and he mentally feels for the poor kid because Donghae knows what he does to everyone. (It still doesn’t stop him from doing it.) When Donghae’s hand flattens to the boy’s stomach and he splays his fingers, dragging his warm palm up the toned abs and bunching the shirt up to Changmin’s chest, his mind sort of just stops and he really needs to stop watching and start moving. Instead, he blinks a few times and lets his mouth hang open dumbly. (He’s always been a little fail.)
Thankfully his kind leader takes notice and gives him a little push in the shoulder and Yoochun turns to look at him pleadingly.
“He’s a little fucker, isn’t he?” Yunho says sympathetically. Yoochun can only nod.
He kind of dies inside when Donghae’s arms wrap around Changmin and he pulls himself into him, pressing up tightly and Yoochun knows the way their skin is sticking together with sweat and damp t-shirts and God he wishes that was him. He feels a little better when Changmin twists away from Donghae and playfully gives him a shove. Donghae just stands there and takes it because he hasn’t been able to pull off innocent anymore, but that's okay because he never really was anyway.
Yoochun spends the rest of the concert trying his best to sing and to resist the surprisingly strong urge to fuck Donghae in the middle of the stage. That, or to punch him.
It’s difficult to resist (the fucking part, not the punching part) when Donghae dances and when he raps and when he counts? Yoochun didn't know anyone could count hot, but apparently Donghae can, because he’s licking his lips as he does it and well, that makes anything pretty fucking hot. Yoochun’s pretty sure Donghae could be on his knees cleaning the floor and could make it hot just by licking his lips. (Okay, bad example, Yoochun thinks, because now he’s half-hard and fully uncomfortable.)
It only gets worse when he’s in the middle of his part in Snow Dream and he turns to his right and Donghae is suddenly at his side (seriously, this boy is like a fucking sexy ninja, or something). Yoochun smiles at him as his brain yells FUCK you can’t escape! in a panicked voice. There’s a look in Donghae’s eyes that makes Yoochun a little scared. Then again, that's what he loves about him. Donghae wastes no time in sliding up to Yoochun and wrapping an arm around his waist. Yoochun goes with it, managing to hold his cool in order to hold his note, but the touch is far too light for Donghae’s taste. He presses their hips together quickly and sways once before suddenly he’s backed up by JaeJoong and Confused Yoochun is confused and he does a double take.
Donghae grins and him and waggles his eyebrows, tongue between his teeth, (sexy ninja, remember?) and the urge to punch him comes back stronger than ever. Yoochun wimps out and hands him the mic instead. He can’t really do anything else, because what the cameras didn’t catch was Donghae’s quick squeeze of his ass with his other hand (Yoochun thought this was a bad way of reassuring him that the others are just skinship) and the muttered promise that made him stay the hell away for the rest of the song because hello, inappropriate? Sometimes he thinks Donghae forgets that they’re in public.
Yoochun kind of wishes he had punched him though, because Donghae should really be decked more often than he is. He skinships with Yunho for like, three fucking songs straight, and if that isn’t enough he’s been all over Eunhyuk for most of the night already and now he’s back again. Yoochun bitterly thinks that Eunhyuk doesn’t need to be hugged so often.
It’s when the chants of Kihae from a section to the right of the stage persist long enough to grant some rather enthusiastic and excessive touching does Yoochun figure he’s had enough. Donghae has wandered a little too far, crossing the lines of Yoochun’s patience and tolerance and really, Yoochun thinks as he presses his lips to Siwon’s temple, it’s time he was reminded.
***
Yoochun doesn’t bother with subtlety. After the show gets out and everyone files backstage, exhausted, (and really, right after), his fingers close around Donghae’s wrist and he begins to walk off down a hallway. Donghae pulls back half-heartedly.
“Where are we going?”
He sounds less than pleased but nonetheless a little curious. He isn’t following yet. Yoochun just glances back at him and tugs again, and Donghae stumbles into a slow trot after him. He’s sluggish with fatigue. Yoochun’s tired too, yes, but he’s also resolved. His jaw is set, focused, and he turns right, left, left again, still pulling Donghae along behind him, eyes ahead. When they reach the empty changing room, its relatively empty save for the mirror-lined counter along the side wall, and a small, worn beige couch to one side. Yoochun completely ignores the couch and beelines for the table in the center of the room.
Donghae’s back hits the wood and he catches himself, leaning back on his elbows and looking up at Yoochun, interested.
“Donghae, have you ever been fucked on a table before?” Yoochun asks politely, every ounce of cheekiness visible on his face.
Donghae just looks at him before he bursts out in laughter, loud and clear and ringing like a bell. …A bell that isn’t stopping. And then he’s gasping, clutching his sides and kicking his legs and what the hell is so funny.
“What.” Yoochun snaps at him, closing the distance and leaning the laughing boy backwards over the table, hands on the wood.
Donghae gasps at him, catching his breath, eyes glittering teasingly. “Yes. Of course I have. Multiple times. You fail at seducing me, you know?” And he smiles a rare, shit-eating grin that he could have only picked up from Kibum. “I don't, though. You should have seen your face during that concert.”
Yoochun flushes and presses up against him then, quickly and forcefully and Donghae’s laughter turns into a gasp, but his eyes are still glittering at him. It’s always on purpose. The public display of torture is always on purpose. Always for him. Yoochun decides to wipe the smirk off his face. Perhaps with a table.
“Yeah? Well not this one. Table, meet Donghae. Donghae, meet Table.”
***
Donghae has been molested by a lot of people, but no one molests him quite like Yoochun. He does it differently. It’s not like Heechul, who gouges half-moon marks into his hips when he doesn't writhe just the way Heechul wants him to. It isn’t like Eunhyuk, improbable but somehow manageable; painful, but not intentional, but still a hell of a lot of fun. It isn’t like Kibum, who takes the wheel and goes so fast that it ends up with Donghae on his back and he’s not quite sure how he got there or if he really minds at all. It’s not like Siwon, either, who kisses him softly afterwards, mumbling apologies against bruised lips.
It’s different because Yoochun shivers just the way he likes when he runs his nails down his back. Yoochun is just the right amount of rough but at the same time can sit back and let Donghae have his fun (and does he). He likes the way Yoochun moans into his mouth, so he moans back, which prompts Yoochun to-well, there’s a lot of moaning. Donghae likes moaning. Yoochun makes sure to suck on his shoulder and his hipbone at just the right angle that the cameras never catch. It’s better than the way Yunho does it, because strange red marks in questionable places means more time spent on a lot of long talks with management and less time spent pressed into a wall where he belongs. Yoochun somehow manages to twist his fingers in Donghae’s hair just the way the stylist noonas do, which comes in handy. Nothing beats a messy quickie in the bathroom stalls or stage closet. And nothing beats the way Yoochun is shuddering in tandem, moaning in sync, and thrusting in time to the way they both come at once. (That’s the best thing, coming at once).
So it’s as Donghae is getting properly introduced with the table in the deserted room face to face (er...wood), Yoochun gripping his lithe hips in just the right way, does he decide that if he had to pick one person the be molested by at all, he would pick Yoochun.
***
“I’m glad,” Yoochun gasps from where he lays on the floor under the table and besides Donghae, the pair slightly out of breath still.
“For what?” says Donghae.
“I’m glad no one pairs us together. I mean, They can write about you and Eunhyuk and Kibum all they want,” Yoochun looks over at him, and walks his fingers up the inside of Donghae’s thigh, his eyes dark and hooded again. “It just means that I get to fuck you and no one will ever figure it out.”
Donghae looks at him for a long moment before he gives in and climbs between Yoochun’s legs. The older smiles and Donghae rolls his eyes, because he can’t resist that grin, so he gives in and rolls his hips and makes Yoochun moan again and again until he’s hoarse.
They both know its probably bad for the concert tomorrow, and the one after that, and after that, but they both know it wont stop them from finding a closet tomorrow either.
***
:D hope it wasnt too fail, bri!♥