Super Junior; O-Hae; Deliveries
Title: Deliveries
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: O-Hae (new pairing! Onew/Donghae!)
Word Count: 905
Rating: R
Summary: Onew is a poor delivery boy left with out a tip. Or, at least not a very good one.
Genre: Humor/Smut
A/N: *newly edited* K so I'm not sure how much I like this one, because Hae-nim is pretty out-of-character. It really should be Chul, but I like the thought of Onew/Donghae and i also liked how O-Hae is Oh Hey! lolz. Also, the ending is REALLY unsatisfying, sorry you guys lol but i wanted to post something and i was bored yesterday so i decided to write smut (WHICH I DONT DO ALL THE TIME! i promise! ;_; i'm actually working on a really horribly sad KangTeuk, which i'm excited about. It's like...im gonna kill myself sad. lolz. fun. jk.) but yeah, i dont really want to proofread it AGAIN and theres stuff i want to change in the ending but i just want to freakin post something, so here it is, hope you like. i also like the OJH pairing (Onew/Jonghyun) and i need to find a name for them so i can wriiiite iiiiit :D lol Shinee, what are you doing to me?! I also need to make these shorter.
“You’re three minutes late.”
Onew’s head whipped around to stare, open-mouthed, at the clock on the opposite wall from the secretary’s desk. This had to be some sort of cruel joke.
“I hope you don’t expect me to pay you for those,” the bored voice drawled from across the counter. The secretary’s eyes flicked up from examining the nails on the hand he casually lifted from the keyboard. He looked at the large cartons of food Onew placed on the desk and wrinkled his nose in distaste before looking at the delivery boy and sighing as if he was being incredibly put-upon.
Onew checked his wristwatch, opening his mouth furiously to argue. He paused slightly. Dimly he remembered something his manager told him about not arguing with the customers, but he pushed it to the back of his mind as his watch told him he was 5 minutes early. “Your clock is wrong,” he said. “I’m early-“
“Excuse me?” the secretary interrupted dangerously, dark eyes narrowing, now locked on the 18-year old in front of his desk. He pushed back his chair and stood up, beginning to move slowly around the counter. The room was silent, a chill descending on the already air-conditioned room
“I…I said I’m e-early…” Onew’s voice faltered as the secretary continued to advance on him, drawing much to close for comfort. Onew started to take a step backwards but his back came into contact with something solid and he glanced over his shoulder to see the desk blocking his way. He looked up into the secretary’s face as he paused before him, only slightly taller than the boy but still managing to tower over him. Onew saw the dangerous glint in the eyes looking him over, and suppressed an involuntary shiver.
“I suppose you’ll be wanting a tip, too?” said the secretary, smirking, voice condescending. “You’re such a greedy little delivery boy,” he whispered, velvet voice dripping with disdain.
Onew felt anger bubbling up inside and he open his mouth to retort, a mixture of outrage and sudden hate for the man standing before him forming words on his tongue, but all that came out was a surprised gasp as a hand slipped under his t-shirt and cool fingers skittered across his lower stomach. His wide eyes flickered up and met the dark eyes of the older boy before him, and his jaw dropped as he felt the hand push quickly under the waistband of his jeans. What the fuck?! His breath caught in his throat as fingers wrapped themselves tightly around his cock, his eyes falling shut as he jerked his hips involuntarily, lips parting slightly with his inaudible moan. What was going on? Onew thought, panicked, although the obvious answer was that he was currently being molested by a stranger in an office. His eyelids fluttered at the strokes brushing up and down his arousal. He should not be enjoying this, not after he was just pushed around by this cocky guy. Onew should be hating him, the haughtiness and disrespect he’d shown, but now he was going way beyond Onew’s boundaries. He tried to hold onto his coherent thoughts of no, the slow strokes pulling his reason away. The boy in front of him ran his tongue across Onew’s bottom lip before slipping past it into the warm wetness, exploring the younger boys mouth eagerly. The older boy’s fingers dragged their way up Onew’s length and his head fell back, a small noise slipping from him, hands gripping the edge of the counter. The secretary’s lips left his as he gasped, shuddering at the slow, torturous contact. Suddenly Onew felt hot breath ghost across the soft skin of his ear.
“Here’s your tip.” The secretary gripped Onew tightly and a small noise escaped the back of his throat as the other boy’s hand jerked along his cock roughly, firmly, more satisfying. Onew bucked his hips into the man’s hand, a loud moan escaping his throat as he abandoned all resistance and pleasure clouded his mind. He was nearing his peak, hips rocking faster, before he heard a breathy whisper. “Keep the change.”
Without warning, the warm hand slipped out of Onew’s pants, leaving him feeling quite alone. Through his haze he felt himself being pushed towards the door. He stumbled on his way, confused, frustrated by his lack of release. A new form of anger was filling him as the other boy steered him out of the office and onto the street. Dimly he was aware of other deliveries he was supposed to be doing, the useful information having been pushed to the back of his mind in the heated moments. Once outside, the fresh air cooled Onew’s face and cleared his head. Still somewhat dazed, he got back on his moped and started it. He shook his head and ran a hand across his face, ignoring the insistent pain starting to creep along his lower stomach. Grinding his teeth against the increasing discomfort, he decided to make a mental note to let all the delivery boys at his company know to come 15 minutes earlier than on time, because he had definitely not been late, he had definitely not been paid, and that was definitely not a tip. He really needed a raise, he thought, sighing as he drove away from the tall office building.
The secretary settled back into the chair behind his desk and leaned back, a smug expression on his face. Donghae absentmindedly hoped that next time they ordered out, the little one named TaeMin would show up. Maybe then he would give more than a 20% tip (or really, that was more of a 90% tip…).
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started: 8/29/08; 5:37 pm
finished: 8/30/08; 1:24 pm
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: O-Hae (new pairing! Onew/Donghae!)
Word Count: 905
Rating: R
Summary: Onew is a poor delivery boy left with out a tip. Or, at least not a very good one.
Genre: Humor/Smut
A/N: *newly edited* K so I'm not sure how much I like this one, because Hae-nim is pretty out-of-character. It really should be Chul, but I like the thought of Onew/Donghae and i also liked how O-Hae is Oh Hey! lolz. Also, the ending is REALLY unsatisfying, sorry you guys lol but i wanted to post something and i was bored yesterday so i decided to write smut (WHICH I DONT DO ALL THE TIME! i promise! ;_; i'm actually working on a really horribly sad KangTeuk, which i'm excited about. It's like...im gonna kill myself sad. lolz. fun. jk.) but yeah, i dont really want to proofread it AGAIN and theres stuff i want to change in the ending but i just want to freakin post something, so here it is, hope you like. i also like the OJH pairing (Onew/Jonghyun) and i need to find a name for them so i can wriiiite iiiiit :D lol Shinee, what are you doing to me?! I also need to make these shorter.
“You’re three minutes late.”
Onew’s head whipped around to stare, open-mouthed, at the clock on the opposite wall from the secretary’s desk. This had to be some sort of cruel joke.
“I hope you don’t expect me to pay you for those,” the bored voice drawled from across the counter. The secretary’s eyes flicked up from examining the nails on the hand he casually lifted from the keyboard. He looked at the large cartons of food Onew placed on the desk and wrinkled his nose in distaste before looking at the delivery boy and sighing as if he was being incredibly put-upon.
Onew checked his wristwatch, opening his mouth furiously to argue. He paused slightly. Dimly he remembered something his manager told him about not arguing with the customers, but he pushed it to the back of his mind as his watch told him he was 5 minutes early. “Your clock is wrong,” he said. “I’m early-“
“Excuse me?” the secretary interrupted dangerously, dark eyes narrowing, now locked on the 18-year old in front of his desk. He pushed back his chair and stood up, beginning to move slowly around the counter. The room was silent, a chill descending on the already air-conditioned room
“I…I said I’m e-early…” Onew’s voice faltered as the secretary continued to advance on him, drawing much to close for comfort. Onew started to take a step backwards but his back came into contact with something solid and he glanced over his shoulder to see the desk blocking his way. He looked up into the secretary’s face as he paused before him, only slightly taller than the boy but still managing to tower over him. Onew saw the dangerous glint in the eyes looking him over, and suppressed an involuntary shiver.
“I suppose you’ll be wanting a tip, too?” said the secretary, smirking, voice condescending. “You’re such a greedy little delivery boy,” he whispered, velvet voice dripping with disdain.
Onew felt anger bubbling up inside and he open his mouth to retort, a mixture of outrage and sudden hate for the man standing before him forming words on his tongue, but all that came out was a surprised gasp as a hand slipped under his t-shirt and cool fingers skittered across his lower stomach. His wide eyes flickered up and met the dark eyes of the older boy before him, and his jaw dropped as he felt the hand push quickly under the waistband of his jeans. What the fuck?! His breath caught in his throat as fingers wrapped themselves tightly around his cock, his eyes falling shut as he jerked his hips involuntarily, lips parting slightly with his inaudible moan. What was going on? Onew thought, panicked, although the obvious answer was that he was currently being molested by a stranger in an office. His eyelids fluttered at the strokes brushing up and down his arousal. He should not be enjoying this, not after he was just pushed around by this cocky guy. Onew should be hating him, the haughtiness and disrespect he’d shown, but now he was going way beyond Onew’s boundaries. He tried to hold onto his coherent thoughts of no, the slow strokes pulling his reason away. The boy in front of him ran his tongue across Onew’s bottom lip before slipping past it into the warm wetness, exploring the younger boys mouth eagerly. The older boy’s fingers dragged their way up Onew’s length and his head fell back, a small noise slipping from him, hands gripping the edge of the counter. The secretary’s lips left his as he gasped, shuddering at the slow, torturous contact. Suddenly Onew felt hot breath ghost across the soft skin of his ear.
“Here’s your tip.” The secretary gripped Onew tightly and a small noise escaped the back of his throat as the other boy’s hand jerked along his cock roughly, firmly, more satisfying. Onew bucked his hips into the man’s hand, a loud moan escaping his throat as he abandoned all resistance and pleasure clouded his mind. He was nearing his peak, hips rocking faster, before he heard a breathy whisper. “Keep the change.”
Without warning, the warm hand slipped out of Onew’s pants, leaving him feeling quite alone. Through his haze he felt himself being pushed towards the door. He stumbled on his way, confused, frustrated by his lack of release. A new form of anger was filling him as the other boy steered him out of the office and onto the street. Dimly he was aware of other deliveries he was supposed to be doing, the useful information having been pushed to the back of his mind in the heated moments. Once outside, the fresh air cooled Onew’s face and cleared his head. Still somewhat dazed, he got back on his moped and started it. He shook his head and ran a hand across his face, ignoring the insistent pain starting to creep along his lower stomach. Grinding his teeth against the increasing discomfort, he decided to make a mental note to let all the delivery boys at his company know to come 15 minutes earlier than on time, because he had definitely not been late, he had definitely not been paid, and that was definitely not a tip. He really needed a raise, he thought, sighing as he drove away from the tall office building.
The secretary settled back into the chair behind his desk and leaned back, a smug expression on his face. Donghae absentmindedly hoped that next time they ordered out, the little one named TaeMin would show up. Maybe then he would give more than a 20% tip (or really, that was more of a 90% tip…).
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started: 8/29/08; 5:37 pm
finished: 8/30/08; 1:24 pm