Crying Beauty
Crying Beauty (one shot)
pairing : hyukhae
rate : nc-17
genre : hurt/comfort, fluffy, smut
summary : eunhyuk love to see donghae cries again
Sometimes, he cries.
When he cries I like to watch him. Not out of the pure selfishness or the fact that maybe I could get something out of it or use it as blackmail. No. Nothing to do with that. It's the fact he looks beautiful when he cries. I believe that the broken maybe, are beautiful in their own way.
He's extremely beautiful. Especially when he cries, when he smiles or whenever emotion shows in those beautiful orbs. They're sweet brown. Clear, and transparent, like tears I assume. Like tears, his eyes are vulnerable and open to the world, allowing any one to see the situation. It makes him weak, but it makes him so strong too. He's beautiful when he cries.
But when it gets out of hand I step in. I walk toward him with one hand pocketed and I brush my other hand across his soft cheeks, allowing him to embrace against the touch of my fingers. Sometimes he smiles at me, and sometimes he screams at me to leave. But I never do, and he never really lets me. He's beautiful, really. I know, it is something completely unnecessary for an lee eunhyuk to say but it's true. I've never seen something so beautiful.
When donghae cries, I will walk to him, no matter what. Because I hate the thought of him being alone. I had already saw when someone left him once, and I promised I wouldn't let him alone longer. donghae fell in love with me because that; but I'd loved him ever since I'd met him.
"donghae." I say as I walk toward him. He looks up with red around his beautiful eyes. I look at him knowingly and I extend my hand. Because he will take it. I know.
When he does take it I pull him off of the ground and into my chest where he sobs comfortably with his arms around my shoulders and mine resting around his waist. Because, he really doesn't care how I see him. Because I've told him enough. "hae, you look beautiful."
He laughs then and I smile because it's a sound that I have encouraged. Pride seeps through me because he rubs his eyes and looks at me with great thanks and happiness. A little clouding of love in his eyes which makes me lean down and kiss his temple.
"hyukie," He whispers his first word of the night and nuzzles against my neck. "Take me home and show me.. Please." I nod slowly and pick him up in a bridal style - way you see in cliché films that make no sense - and I take him back to my home to show him how much I find him beautiful.
I do it slowly, I let his tongue roam around my mouth as I slick up my fingers with lubricant that we save for special occasions. He giggles gently against my lips as I run my lubricated fingers down his stomach. "Enough for you?" I whisper as I pull away.
Slowly, he nods and guides my fingers down to his rear end. Slowly, he allows me to slip my finger into the tight ring. He whimpers in pain mixtured pleasure but smiles contently nodding for me to continue. But I don't, because I wait for his face to relax and for his muscles to relax.
When they do, I push in two more fingers - the final two - because he likes that sometimes. I figure now is a good time to see if he enjoys it again. Loudly, his moan echoes off of the bedroom walls and back into my ears. I smirk cockily, because I love that sound.
"hy-hyuk.." He whispers, arching his back off of the matress. I look down at him and pull my fingers out of his entrace with a small smirk. He blushes when I do this because he knows what's going to happen next.
Slowly, he parts his legs for me and I smile to him. A smile that I only allow for his eyes. He smiles back and brings his hand up to my cheek. Pulling me down, I meet his lips half way and we kiss. It's not passionate, nor outstandingly pleasurable, but it's short and delicate. Something that in all makes my heart flutter.
"Are you ready?" I whisper against his lips. He nods and kisses me again, and again. Until I push into him fully.
"hyukie," He breaths. I look into his eyes - which are half lidded - and smile at the way they stare back at me. He smirks slightly and pulls me closer as if trying to get me in further. I understand his movements and I pull out. I thrust back in with force and a gentle force at that.
I grunt at my own movements and donghae trails his hand up his body, flicking his own nipple and moaning in immidiate response as I thrust into him again and again. His orders consist of the usual things anyone would say, harder, faster, or more. Every time I oblige. Because for donghae I will do anything to see him happy.
"donghae, hae---" I stop and clench my eyes shut, his muscles tighten around me and I swear to whoever is watching that he's doing it on purpose. His sweated hand is already pumping at his neglected member and he pumps in times with my thrusts. And for the first time ever. We come together.
- x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x -
"Thank you hyukie," donghae whispers, nuzzling close into my side. I let my arms fall over him, caging him possessivly.
"You know I hate to see you cry, hae." I reply softly. He looks at me and smiles as he kisses my skin. I look down at him and shake my head in amusement. "Stop worrying me,"
donghae looks at me and a small spark appears in his eyes. A grin comes onto his lips which he hides in my side. I close my eyes and wait for him to say something he knows will bite him in the ass.
"Why can't you be this kind to me when there are other people around?" It's spoke gently and I cannot help but smile as he mumbles it into my side. But instead, I chuckle softly and stroke his hip.
"Other people didn't need to see my other side which loving you. and I'm not being nice," I state firmly, my eyes open and bore into his. I smirk slowly. "I'm being possessive and loving."
donghae laughs. "Same thing!" He beams, sitting up and wincing. "You owe me chocolate." He whimpers, lying back on me and groaning in pain.
"A lot of chocolate.." I chuckle.
Sure, donghae may be beautiful when he cries. But donghae will always be beautiful, in tears or not.
END
A/N : Anyoong~ here was me again>.<
this is my second fic about eunhae and like my fic before, the theme is plain, average or whatever it's called, i'm not too creative X(
ah,and thankyu too you, Miranda, i don't know who you are cause u just keep sent me a lot of support massage on my facebook (where did u get it anyway?) and u still didn't answer when i asked u who u are? >.< my fans? (slap me on the face!)
and for u who RnC my fic,thankyu very kamsaa!
pairing : hyukhae
rate : nc-17
genre : hurt/comfort, fluffy, smut
summary : eunhyuk love to see donghae cries again
Sometimes, he cries.
When he cries I like to watch him. Not out of the pure selfishness or the fact that maybe I could get something out of it or use it as blackmail. No. Nothing to do with that. It's the fact he looks beautiful when he cries. I believe that the broken maybe, are beautiful in their own way.
He's extremely beautiful. Especially when he cries, when he smiles or whenever emotion shows in those beautiful orbs. They're sweet brown. Clear, and transparent, like tears I assume. Like tears, his eyes are vulnerable and open to the world, allowing any one to see the situation. It makes him weak, but it makes him so strong too. He's beautiful when he cries.
But when it gets out of hand I step in. I walk toward him with one hand pocketed and I brush my other hand across his soft cheeks, allowing him to embrace against the touch of my fingers. Sometimes he smiles at me, and sometimes he screams at me to leave. But I never do, and he never really lets me. He's beautiful, really. I know, it is something completely unnecessary for an lee eunhyuk to say but it's true. I've never seen something so beautiful.
When donghae cries, I will walk to him, no matter what. Because I hate the thought of him being alone. I had already saw when someone left him once, and I promised I wouldn't let him alone longer. donghae fell in love with me because that; but I'd loved him ever since I'd met him.
"donghae." I say as I walk toward him. He looks up with red around his beautiful eyes. I look at him knowingly and I extend my hand. Because he will take it. I know.
When he does take it I pull him off of the ground and into my chest where he sobs comfortably with his arms around my shoulders and mine resting around his waist. Because, he really doesn't care how I see him. Because I've told him enough. "hae, you look beautiful."
He laughs then and I smile because it's a sound that I have encouraged. Pride seeps through me because he rubs his eyes and looks at me with great thanks and happiness. A little clouding of love in his eyes which makes me lean down and kiss his temple.
"hyukie," He whispers his first word of the night and nuzzles against my neck. "Take me home and show me.. Please." I nod slowly and pick him up in a bridal style - way you see in cliché films that make no sense - and I take him back to my home to show him how much I find him beautiful.
I do it slowly, I let his tongue roam around my mouth as I slick up my fingers with lubricant that we save for special occasions. He giggles gently against my lips as I run my lubricated fingers down his stomach. "Enough for you?" I whisper as I pull away.
Slowly, he nods and guides my fingers down to his rear end. Slowly, he allows me to slip my finger into the tight ring. He whimpers in pain mixtured pleasure but smiles contently nodding for me to continue. But I don't, because I wait for his face to relax and for his muscles to relax.
When they do, I push in two more fingers - the final two - because he likes that sometimes. I figure now is a good time to see if he enjoys it again. Loudly, his moan echoes off of the bedroom walls and back into my ears. I smirk cockily, because I love that sound.
"hy-hyuk.." He whispers, arching his back off of the matress. I look down at him and pull my fingers out of his entrace with a small smirk. He blushes when I do this because he knows what's going to happen next.
Slowly, he parts his legs for me and I smile to him. A smile that I only allow for his eyes. He smiles back and brings his hand up to my cheek. Pulling me down, I meet his lips half way and we kiss. It's not passionate, nor outstandingly pleasurable, but it's short and delicate. Something that in all makes my heart flutter.
"Are you ready?" I whisper against his lips. He nods and kisses me again, and again. Until I push into him fully.
"hyukie," He breaths. I look into his eyes - which are half lidded - and smile at the way they stare back at me. He smirks slightly and pulls me closer as if trying to get me in further. I understand his movements and I pull out. I thrust back in with force and a gentle force at that.
I grunt at my own movements and donghae trails his hand up his body, flicking his own nipple and moaning in immidiate response as I thrust into him again and again. His orders consist of the usual things anyone would say, harder, faster, or more. Every time I oblige. Because for donghae I will do anything to see him happy.
"donghae, hae---" I stop and clench my eyes shut, his muscles tighten around me and I swear to whoever is watching that he's doing it on purpose. His sweated hand is already pumping at his neglected member and he pumps in times with my thrusts. And for the first time ever. We come together.
- x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x -
"Thank you hyukie," donghae whispers, nuzzling close into my side. I let my arms fall over him, caging him possessivly.
"You know I hate to see you cry, hae." I reply softly. He looks at me and smiles as he kisses my skin. I look down at him and shake my head in amusement. "Stop worrying me,"
donghae looks at me and a small spark appears in his eyes. A grin comes onto his lips which he hides in my side. I close my eyes and wait for him to say something he knows will bite him in the ass.
"Why can't you be this kind to me when there are other people around?" It's spoke gently and I cannot help but smile as he mumbles it into my side. But instead, I chuckle softly and stroke his hip.
"Other people didn't need to see my other side which loving you. and I'm not being nice," I state firmly, my eyes open and bore into his. I smirk slowly. "I'm being possessive and loving."
donghae laughs. "Same thing!" He beams, sitting up and wincing. "You owe me chocolate." He whimpers, lying back on me and groaning in pain.
"A lot of chocolate.." I chuckle.
Sure, donghae may be beautiful when he cries. But donghae will always be beautiful, in tears or not.
END
A/N : Anyoong~ here was me again>.<
this is my second fic about eunhae and like my fic before, the theme is plain, average or whatever it's called, i'm not too creative X(
ah,and thankyu too you, Miranda, i don't know who you are cause u just keep sent me a lot of support massage on my facebook (where did u get it anyway?) and u still didn't answer when i asked u who u are? >.< my fans? (slap me on the face!)
and for u who RnC my fic,thankyu very kamsaa!