for ash ♥
all for moonfox35, happy birthday bb! i hope you have a great time~ i'm sorry none of these are really porn, but this is the best i can do so i get these to you before you wake up ♥
makeshift bandaid
hangeng/heechul, r, angst
“You’re an asshole,” Heechul says through the kiss, breathing little bursts of choked emotion onto Han Geng’s lips.
Han Geng doesn’t say anything, just keeps his hand cupped round the back of Heechul’s neck, keeping him close. He doesn’t push his lips into Heechul’s, doesn’t even move. Heechul can feel Han Geng’s short, resigned breaths against his nose.
“You ruined me, the first few months,” Heechul says. If he thinks about those times, when all he wanted was to keep away from the world, away from all the bad things that would happen to him, the tears still warm his eyes, even. But he doesn’t like telling anyone that.
Han Geng presses a feather-light kiss to Heechul’s lips, so light that he might not have moved at all, a little whisper, a sigh. Heechul thinks the apology that comes through hurts, but somehow heals, too.
“Fuck you,” Heechul says, and then he grabs the back of Han Geng’s neck and kisses him furiously, smushes his lips against Han Geng’s and kisses, hard, filling Han Geng’s mouth with his tongue so nothing comes between them, nothing at all. Heechul wants something to remember when he goes back to Korea (later he doesn’t remember the pain, the exact emotions that he went through, but the smell of sweat and the feel of Han Geng’s lips, familiar and still strange - that he remembers for a long time after).
going crazy
leeteuk/heechul, r, crack
“So, let’s get it over with,” Heechul says, and starts undoing his pants. Jungsu looks at him as if he’s crazy.
“What?”
Heechul stops unzipping his pants midway, glancing at Jungsu. “You want to fuck me, right?”
Jungsu can’t even formulate a sentence in response to that, and he’s the mouth of Super Junior, mind you. “Wh - what?”
“Oh, please,” Heechul says with a wave of his hand, “come on. We’re all big boys. You think I don’t feel the sexual tension radiating from you when we do our lines back to back in Miinah?”
Jungsu wonders if the army thing is finally getting to Heechul. Did the Korean military excuse people if they were kind of insane? He probably needed to check it out. He gives Heechul a look, that one that he sometimes gives the rest of the members when they’re being annoying, and says, “Look, we’re leaving in thirty minutes for Strong Heart.”
“No one has ever come up to me baring his back and not wanted something.” Heechul points out.
Jungsu is speechless for a moment. “I think you came up to me.”
Jungsu can see Heechul mentally running through the performance they just did in his head.
“Ah, shit,” Heechul says, “whatever,” and grabs Jungsu to slam his mouth against his.
Sometimes Jungsu thinks Miinah is his favourite song.
romance is dead
kyuhyun/yesung, nc-17, crack, smut
“Kyu,” Jongwoon growls as he barrels into Kyuhyun’s and Sungmin’s room, undoing his belt buckle, “get me oooofffffff.”
Kyuhyun is well on his way to finish off a whole army of Zergs, so he ignores Jongwoon as he fumbles to free his erection.
“Kyu,” Jongwoon growls again, his voice more urgent now. Kyuhyun just frowns at the screen, the Zergs putting up a valiant fight. His fingers fly over the keyboard as Jongwoon tries to drag Kyuhyun’s chair away from the computer. Kyuhyun is struck with a gratefulness for the large amount of food he had in Taiwan.
“Kyu,” Jongwoon grabs Kyuhyun’s left arm and pins it to his side, his glare turning sharp.
“What?” Kyuhyun mutters, his right hand compensating and moving doubly fast. Jongwoon is really strong when he wants to be, so Kyuhyun doesn’t even bother trying to free his left arm.
“You idiot, I chanced upon porn on the internet, so I watched it, right, and then I’m feeling all horny right now and I came out to look for you, but I saw Hyukjae giving Donghae head instead and fuck, I am so hard right now -“ Jongwoon has to break off, clenching his jaw and yanking his pants off, holding his cock.
“That’s disgusting,” Kyuhyun replies.
“How romantic a thing to say to your boyfriend,” Jongwoon observes.
“Go away, I’m playing,” Kyuhyun says, and swats at Jongwoon’s hands scrabbling at his zip.
“Shut up, maknae,” Jongwoon says, and when Kyuhyun feels himself grow hard in Jongwoon’s palm he kind of has to push away from the computer himself. Damn Jongwoon and his fingers.
makeshift bandaid
hangeng/heechul, r, angst
“You’re an asshole,” Heechul says through the kiss, breathing little bursts of choked emotion onto Han Geng’s lips.
Han Geng doesn’t say anything, just keeps his hand cupped round the back of Heechul’s neck, keeping him close. He doesn’t push his lips into Heechul’s, doesn’t even move. Heechul can feel Han Geng’s short, resigned breaths against his nose.
“You ruined me, the first few months,” Heechul says. If he thinks about those times, when all he wanted was to keep away from the world, away from all the bad things that would happen to him, the tears still warm his eyes, even. But he doesn’t like telling anyone that.
Han Geng presses a feather-light kiss to Heechul’s lips, so light that he might not have moved at all, a little whisper, a sigh. Heechul thinks the apology that comes through hurts, but somehow heals, too.
“Fuck you,” Heechul says, and then he grabs the back of Han Geng’s neck and kisses him furiously, smushes his lips against Han Geng’s and kisses, hard, filling Han Geng’s mouth with his tongue so nothing comes between them, nothing at all. Heechul wants something to remember when he goes back to Korea (later he doesn’t remember the pain, the exact emotions that he went through, but the smell of sweat and the feel of Han Geng’s lips, familiar and still strange - that he remembers for a long time after).
going crazy
leeteuk/heechul, r, crack
“So, let’s get it over with,” Heechul says, and starts undoing his pants. Jungsu looks at him as if he’s crazy.
“What?”
Heechul stops unzipping his pants midway, glancing at Jungsu. “You want to fuck me, right?”
Jungsu can’t even formulate a sentence in response to that, and he’s the mouth of Super Junior, mind you. “Wh - what?”
“Oh, please,” Heechul says with a wave of his hand, “come on. We’re all big boys. You think I don’t feel the sexual tension radiating from you when we do our lines back to back in Miinah?”
Jungsu wonders if the army thing is finally getting to Heechul. Did the Korean military excuse people if they were kind of insane? He probably needed to check it out. He gives Heechul a look, that one that he sometimes gives the rest of the members when they’re being annoying, and says, “Look, we’re leaving in thirty minutes for Strong Heart.”
“No one has ever come up to me baring his back and not wanted something.” Heechul points out.
Jungsu is speechless for a moment. “I think you came up to me.”
Jungsu can see Heechul mentally running through the performance they just did in his head.
“Ah, shit,” Heechul says, “whatever,” and grabs Jungsu to slam his mouth against his.
Sometimes Jungsu thinks Miinah is his favourite song.
romance is dead
kyuhyun/yesung, nc-17, crack, smut
“Kyu,” Jongwoon growls as he barrels into Kyuhyun’s and Sungmin’s room, undoing his belt buckle, “get me oooofffffff.”
Kyuhyun is well on his way to finish off a whole army of Zergs, so he ignores Jongwoon as he fumbles to free his erection.
“Kyu,” Jongwoon growls again, his voice more urgent now. Kyuhyun just frowns at the screen, the Zergs putting up a valiant fight. His fingers fly over the keyboard as Jongwoon tries to drag Kyuhyun’s chair away from the computer. Kyuhyun is struck with a gratefulness for the large amount of food he had in Taiwan.
“Kyu,” Jongwoon grabs Kyuhyun’s left arm and pins it to his side, his glare turning sharp.
“What?” Kyuhyun mutters, his right hand compensating and moving doubly fast. Jongwoon is really strong when he wants to be, so Kyuhyun doesn’t even bother trying to free his left arm.
“You idiot, I chanced upon porn on the internet, so I watched it, right, and then I’m feeling all horny right now and I came out to look for you, but I saw Hyukjae giving Donghae head instead and fuck, I am so hard right now -“ Jongwoon has to break off, clenching his jaw and yanking his pants off, holding his cock.
“That’s disgusting,” Kyuhyun replies.
“How romantic a thing to say to your boyfriend,” Jongwoon observes.
“Go away, I’m playing,” Kyuhyun says, and swats at Jongwoon’s hands scrabbling at his zip.
“Shut up, maknae,” Jongwoon says, and when Kyuhyun feels himself grow hard in Jongwoon’s palm he kind of has to push away from the computer himself. Damn Jongwoon and his fingers.