I Want to Write a Love Story [One-shot]
Title: I Want to Write a Love Story
Pairing: KyuMin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: College students Sungmin and Kyuhyun are forced into numerous circumstances that lead them away the hate they share for one another, until there's simply no hate at all.
I want to write a love story.
For once in my life, I want the words perfection and love to be synonymous. To have them so interconnected, my heart aches with the overbearing pressure of their truth. But words more like pain, suffering, loss, discontent, tragedy; they hold my true meaning of love.
So I am left here alone, fixing and situating my face into the set mask I wear every day. Because above all of it, above the disappointment the world offers me, nobody truly cares or worries or understands. I am alone.
I want to write a love story because it gives me some control over something that the characters don’t. I can manipulate them, bend them to my bidding, and make them somehow feel the same awkward resistance I do. A connection to characters that I will write, the characters that are me. They’ll fall in love, then out of it again. They’ll meet other people, drift apart, and lose eachother. Then, when their hearts shatter, they’ll find eachother again, but then, somehow, whether it be an inoperable disease, a sudden move and shift in the current of plot and time of the story, or a shocking revelation, their short-lived happiness over the rediscovery of one another’s love will end, and one character is tossed into the waterfall of grief and unforgivingness. They’ll drown in their sorrows, but they’ll move on, as I intend them to.
But I am tired of these love stories, for how can such fiction be of love, if you’re left with the bitterness of sorrow in your heart when the words are over and the scene ends? When moisture is leaking from the very depths of your soul and through the windows of your heart, sliding down perfect, bowed cheeks? No, I want to write a happy love story, one where you’re left laughing or crying through a smile. I want to write one of those, because I don’t have it, because I crave for it. I’ll sculpt its meaning and proverbial secrets by my hands of prose and syntax, leaving you to open the doors of its true impact. I’ll make it a bestseller and I’ll lie when I say the inspiration came from my life. Because my life is the first story, the heartbreaking one. But that’s okay, because my characters will make it okay. My happy and in love characters will end happy and in love, and that’s really all I need to move on through the dreary and grey cloud that I call my life.
I want to write a love story.
--
I’m not particularly fond of this school. Although it’s known for it its lofty academics and prestigious awards, the juvenility of the student body left something to be desired for. As I sit in this library, I can name you 5 people doing everything but studying. There’s a couple behind that bookshelf shoving their tongues down eachother’s throat, that one over there is downloading a paper he bought online from one of those websites that house written essays for a fair price for lazy and lackadaisical students who otherwise would not have a passing grade if it weren’t for said essays. And then those students over there are the ones I hate the most.
Maybe I’m just being bitter over my lack of a social circle, but the ones over there, rough housing and being less than mannerly, are the ones I cannot stand. This is a library for heaven’s sakes. I only know a few of their names, one being one of my closest friends, the other being a sadistic asshole (my friend seems to find him charming, in a witty and sarcastic sense of the word) whom I cannot stand in the slightest. We’ve had a few spats in the past, mainly in our Literature class. He’s a stubborn man that seems to have the notion that he knows just about everything there is about anything. I feel like the fact that I’ve actually had books published cancels out the possibility of him ever being correct. He seems to think this is a “bogus” argument. I seem to think he has a “bogus” face, but that’s just me. No, really, it really is just me.
My friend, whom I introduced earlier, has been fawning over him for the past few months. I honestly have nothing wrong with homosexuality, considering the fact that I don’t really have a sexual preference for myself honestly, but it’s the fact that it’s him he’s fawning over.
“Sungmin? Sungmin-ah!”
Shit.
That would be my friend, interrupting my train of thought as always. I wonder if I could just pretend like I didn’t hear him and kind of pack up my stuff and just-
“Sungmin!” The voice was right beside me this time, startling me, a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him, seeing the familiar, warm face looking down on me, and I force a smile to match his.
“You’re all alone over here just staring off into space; you should come sit with us.”
I look back at the table and I’m forced to bite my tongue at the scoff that almost slipped its way past my lips as I study the dark smirk on that Cho Kyuhyun’s face. It’s got a warning behind it, almost as if it’s saying, “If you sit here, I’ll rip your intestines out and choke you with it.”
“I was actually just leaving, I have a deadline to attend to…,” a lie, albeit I do I have a deadline in the near future, the thought of having to sit next to that hellish of a man left me crawling towards the exit.
“Oh,” Donghae said, face kind of falling, “Okay, Sungmin, I’ll see you around later, okay?”
“Sure,” I say, shutting my laptop, hastily shoving it into its case, and brusquely walking towards the exit of the library. I had this unmistakable feeling of eyes on my back, and as I turned around to pinpoint the location of these eyes, I see Kyuhyun staring back at me, dark and glowering, and I reciprocate the look before exiting through the doors.
“Asshole,” I whisper under my breath.
--
I’m fairly certain that I haven’t mentioned how much I hate Christmas yet. Because I do. I hate it. Not necessarily Christmas itself but everything associated with it; your friends’ expectations of you buying something for them, the nonstop phone calls from your family members all wishing you the same thing, the incessant and sometimes obnoxious decorations and ornamentations of almost every available surface, and most of all, all of the goddamned parties.
I had been invited to about three of them, and of course the one I had been dragged to was Donghae’s, hosted in his cramped apartment off campus. How he thought it would be a good idea to host it here, I had no idea.
So now I’m here, stuck in this little corner drinking some generic alcohol in some generic red cup, watching all of the shit-faced-drunk idiots stumbling around everywhere. I catch site of Kyuhyun in a corner adjacent from where I stand, holding onto his red cup and looking around with annoyance. Well, I guess we can agree on one thing.
“Okay guys! Those who wanna play a game, come to my room!” I hear Donghae shout over the loud music and slur of the crowd. I watched as those who were sober enough to comprehend what he said began to filter their way to his bedroom. With the sheer desire to move to a quieter, less cramped room, and not particularly because I wanted to participate in the game, I move along with the few people heading towards Donghae’s room where I’m cut off and shoved aside before I can quite make it in. Of course, it’s Kyuhyun.
“Fucking jerk,” I mumble, loud enough, I’m sure, for him to hear me, but he ignores me anyways.
I have half the mind to turn around and stay outside, but I hear glass breaking behind me and I decide that maybe the game inside will be a little more beneficial to my health. I walk in and sit down, making sure to stay as far away from Kyuhyun as possible.
“What are we playing?”
“Truth or dare.” Donghae says, grinning.
Really? As if this party couldn’t get any more generic, Donghae decided to throw in truth or dare, probably the most unoriginal game used to entertain any party.
“Except it’s going to be an adult version, and anybody that doesn’t go through with their dare is getting stripped and being forced to go home naked, okay?”
Oh lord, please no.
This was a bad idea. Maybe I can just leave and-
“And if you’re already here, there’s no backing out now,” and he emphasized it with the thud of the door closing, a smirk etched onto is face.”
Goddammit.
--
We had gone through about 7 people and luckily nobody had asked me that dread three word question, until, “Sungmin, truth or dare?”
I had watched some of the most graphic things happen in that room that night, none of which being the most comfortable to watch.
Donghae wasn’t kidding when he said I was an “adult” version. He had apparently gotten the questions and dares for the game from some XXX store and yeah, they were pretty fucking XXX.
My heart sank and I licked my lips, looking over my options. Truth would obviously be a safer choice, but who knows the question that would be asked, and if I couldn’t answer it, I’d be driving home in my birthday suit. Which I wasn’t particularly fond of at the moment. So I said dare.
I watched Donghae as he gleefully pulled a strip of paper out of the dare bag and I sat in horror at the sentence that escaped his mouth.
“Sungmin, I dare you to lie on your back and close your eyes as I choose someone in this room to make out with you. After the minute is up-“
“A minute?!”
“Yes Sungmin, a minute, he/she will then go back to their place in the room, and you will have to guess who it was. If you’re wrong, then you have to take a shot. See, that’s not that bad right?”
I snorted, trying to control the snarky comeback I wanted to throw back at him, but for the sake of my clothes, and my dignity, I walked towards the bed.
“Let’s just get this over with okay?”
I laid there, wondering what happened to reality as I pondered over the many different teenage, romantic comedies I’ve seen scenes like this in. At least it was probably the most PG thing of the night. That I was thankful for. I closed my eyes and waited for my impending doom. I heard some muffled whispers, sounding sort of like an argument, or a protest, then some slapping, a louder,
“Just do it, this is your dare too, and if you don’t go through with it, you’re leaving without your clothes,” then a groan and some more shuffling.
By the reaction of the one chosen, I was almost certain it was Kyuhyun. I felt myself getting nauseous as I felt the bed dip by my side and my heart was beating a mile a minute. Count on Donghae to choose the guy I hated the most as my partner in the dare.
I’m not sure what I was expecting from the other, but an exasperated sigh later, and a pair of soft, plump lips were gently pressing against mine.
I was a little surprised to be honest. I’ll never admit this, but Kyuhyun was actually a decent kisser. I felt two forearms press down on either side of my head, and a leg thrown over to the other side of my hips, probably to get better leverage. He was on all fours above me and it was a little exhilarating actually. Wait, what?
I wasn’t sure how long the kiss had lasted so far but I could feel Kyuhyun getting more into it. He was kissing a little harder now, and I found my hands in his silky hair, pulling his head closer to mine. I felt his tongue slip past my lips and I all but choked on the moan that was forcing its way up my throat. It came out as a strangled groan and somehow that egged him on even further. I was beginning to become light-headed, my oxygen supply depleting but somehow I felt sucking on the tongue in my mouth would alleviate that sensation. It didn’t. It just caused Kyuhyun to groan in satisfaction-at least that’s what it sounded like-and then a timer was going off; but Kyuhyun wasn’t pulling away.
I was fairly certain of two things at this point. One, the one minute had already timed out and two, I just wanted to keep kissing Kyuhyun. It’s got to be the alcohol I was drinking earlier and the lack of physical contact I’ve had over the past few months.
Obviously.
“Guys,” someone said from somewhere in the room. Kyuhyun ignored it; so did I.
“Guys, hello,” they said again, louder this time, “times up, you can take your tongue out of his mouth now dude.”
I felt as Kyuhyun, seemingly reluctantly, pulled away, and backed up off of the bed.
“Okay Sungmin, who do you think it was?” Donghae asked.
I leaned up on my elbows and looked around the room, immediately making eye contact with Kyuhyun. He looked away, eyes stony and unrevealing. I scoffed.
Then again, saying that it was Kyuhyun and him having to admit to it would be extremely for the both of us, considering the fact that he knows I enjoyed it, and I was pretty sure he did too. So I decided to just take the shot.
“Was it…Siwon?”
Donghae grinned stupidly, “Nope,” he was pretty much smirking at this point, “you wanna know who it was? Oh, you’re going to be so surprised, considering the fact that I know both of you enjoyed it and the funny thing is that you two ha-“
“Hyung,” Kyuhyun cut him off, and I couldn’t be any more grateful to that son of bitch, “just go get him the fucking shot.”
Donghae clucked his tongue in disappointment and filled the little glass with the clear liquid and handed it to me. I downed it quickly, the substance burning my throat on its way down and I looked over to see Kyuhyun staring at me, eyes imploring. I quickly looked away and avoided him for the rest of the night.
--
Actually, avoiding Kyuhyun was a little easier than I thought it was going to be. Sure, we had about four classes together but without the usual debates we had, there was really nothing to say to him. It seemed the desire to avoid eachother was mutual because every now and then I would catch him glance at me and turn the other direction.
I’m actually not too sure for the reason of our avoidance, but I knew it was the party that started it all. That kiss did something to us and whether it was good or bad, I wasn’t sure. And I would never admit to myself that I enjoyed it. Because I didn’t.
Lying to yourself is easy, you know?
My train of thought was put on hold as I felt an arm being linked with mine and me being jerked forward.
“Donghae, what the hell-“
“We’re going Christmas shopping,” he said, turning to look at me with a grin as he pulled me towards the parking lot.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
No really, this had to be a joke. It was Friday, I just had to sit through three lectures and a Chemistry lab, it was nearing 7 o’clock, and I was exhausted.
“Nope,” he said, lips popping on the ending syllables, a sheepish grin tugging on the corners of his lips.
I honestly had no strength to pull away from him so I let him drag me towards his car, someone leaning against the door.
He looked pretty familiar, tall body lazily lounging against the polished black vehicle. I felt my stomach twist and turn into indescribable shapes as I realized who it was.
I slipped my arm from Donghae’s unsuspecting one, letting loose a simple, “No,” before I turned to walk away. Donghae was not dragging me on this stupid shopping trip with Kyuhyun. Wasn’t going to happen.
Donghae grabbed my wrist before I could get far enough away and tugged me back, “But you said you would Sungminnie-yah.”
I regretted looking back at Donghae’s face, groaning at the pout I found there.
“If he says one smart ass thing to me Donghae, I’m punching him in the balls and you can’t say or do anything about it, you got that?”
Donghae nodded, smiling impishly as he led me towards his car. Fucking pout. Fucking Donghae. Fucking Christmas. Fucking Kyuhyun.
I rounded towards the front seat but Donghae had already shoved his bag onto it, saying, “Sorry Sungmin, you’ll have to sit in the back. I saw Kyuhyun sigh in exasperation and I almost followed suit as I was forced to sit in the back with him.
Fucking Donghae.
I kept my eyes on the window as the car was pelted into silence and we made our way downtown. By the time we were parking, the sun had set and the lights were set to glow. A giant tree sat in the square, illuminating the area.
“Pretty,” Donghae said as we followed him towards the shopping area, a strip mall comprised of various stores and screaming kids.
Couples were walking around too; hands entwined and breaths clouding around their faces.
Shivering, I pulled my jacket closer to my body.
Donghae mock slapped his forehead, “Well shucks you guys, how silly of me. I really just don’t have any idea what came over me. I’m actually getting your guys’ presents today, so it looks like I’m going to have to go get them by myself. You two can keep eachother company. I’ll see you in about an hour okay?”
“Wait, what the-“
“Just an hour!” Donghae proclaimed, already advancing towards the shops and leaving Kyuhyun and I alone in awkward silence. I puffed my cheeks out, blowing and sigh out dramatically before looking up at Kyuhyun, who was already looking at me. Taken aback by the look he was given to me, I mumbled a, “Let’s go,” before making my way to a coffee stand I had spotted when we first got here.
I made sure Kyuhyun was following before I pulled my wallet out and stopped at the little cart attended to by an old man.
I turned to Kyuhyun, “Um, what do you want?”
“I don’t really like coffee,” was all he said before he looked away.
I clucked my tongue in annoyance, “Well okay then, oh loquacious one.”
Kyuhyun turned to throw a comeback at me before I told the man, “Two hot chocolates please.”
Kyuhyun shut his mouth and turned away.
“Would that be all for you?”
“Yes please,” I smiled politely. If one of us was going to show some manners, it might as well be me right?
I handed him the bills in exchange for the two hot cups of liquid and presented one of them in front of Kyuhyun. He accepted it gingerly, blowing the top of it before taking a small sip.
“Um, there’s a bench over there if you wanna um…sit down while we wait,” Kyuhyun gestured towards a bench a few feet away and I nodded before following him to sit down.
And that’s what we did for 20 minutes; sat in total silence, sounds of blowing on hot chocolate and sipping it filling in the gaps of noiselessness. I swung my legs back in forth, not quite long enough to be able to touch the ground.
“You look like a kid,” I heard Kyuhyun say, a laugh in his voice. I wanted to throw some witty comeback at him but I found no maliciousness in his face as I turned to look at him, only genuine amusement.
“Shut up,” was all I could muster before looking away, hearing him chuckle. It was a rich, deep sound, and for some reason I found myself admiring it. Then slapping myself internally because there was absolutely nothing to admire about Cho Kyuhyun.
"Excuse me,” I look up to see some guy in maybe his mid-twenties, seemingly plain looking, standing above us, “would either of you have a cell phone I could borrow?”
“Um,” I sat and thought. I had heard of things like this happening before. Random people asking others to use their cell phones, luring them away from seeing eyes and then robbing them of everything they had before leaving them in a pretty beat up condition.
“My phone died actually, and he doesn’t have one either, sorry.” I say.
Kyuhyun turned to look at me questioningly and the man narrowed his eyes.
“It’s only for a few minutes, please, it’s important.”
“I’m sorry, I already told you, it doesn’t work.”
“Don’t fucking tell me it doesn’t work, because I know you’re lying.”
I stood up, Kyuhyun following suit, my voice rising a little, “Look, I don’t know what part of no, you cannot borrow my cell phone, you don’t understand, but it should be pretty simple. So just go ask somebody else.”
Car doors open behind the man and four other guys start walking towards us menacingly, obviously with the man and obviously up to no good.
“Shit,” I say.
“Um, Sungmin, I think now would be a good time to get the fuck out of here,” and before I can reply, Kyuhyun’s hand is around mine and we’re sprinting past sparse crowds, constantly looking back to see how far we’ve escaped.
“Through here,” I hear Kyuhyun say, and he’s pulling us through a tiny gap between two buildings, chests brushing together as we squeeze our way further into the darkness. Panting, we watch as the group zoom past our hiding spot, oblivious to the fact that they’ve just lost us.
I look up at Kyuhyun as he looks down at me and I’m suddenly aware of how close we are and how tall he is.
“Did we just almost get murdered,” he asks.
I let out a shaky laugh, “Yeah, we just almost got murdered Kyuhyun.”
He shifts and his leg accidentally brushes against something it should be brushing against. I gasp and move back as much as I could to get away from the leg, yet with the limited space, I didn’t get far.
“Did I just--?”
“Yeah, you did just do what you think you did, and please do not do it again. Let’s just get out of here and-Kyuhyun!”
He did it again, that fucking jerk, a cheeky grin plastered on his face as his hands came to rest on either side of my arms.
“You know, I know you know it was me that kissed you at the party. So why did you say it was Siwon?”
“To save ourselves from the embarrassment,” I say, looking up into that proud little face of his. We were so close now that I could see the individual eyelashes framing his eyes.
“What was there to be embarrassed about, hmm?”
“We both know I’m an amazing kisser, and it’d be embarrassing for you to have to admit that.”
“Oh really? Because I’m pretty sure you said, ‘ourselves,’ meaning both of us would have something to be embarrassed about. What would yours’ be exactly, hmm Sungmin?”
I bit my tongue and refused to answer, merely mumbling a, “nothing,” staring off to the side.
“You know what I think? I think we were both so impressed with eachother by that kiss that we’ve been avoiding eachother because we’re scared what our attraction for eachother could lead too,” he said.
I looked up in disbelief at the smirk plastering his face, ready to argue with his claim before I felt a hand rest at my hip, dragging my impossibly close before roaming its way up my side and stopping at my neck, its coolness causing me to shiver.
“What are you doing?” I ask as incredulously as I can.
“Proving my point.”
“You’re always trying to prove a point,” I say, watching Kyuhyun’s lips getting closer still.
“I know.”
He’s so close that I can feel my lips absorbing his lips' heat, but right before they could connect, my phone goes off and I reach into my pocket, pulling it out and seeing the name ‘Donghae’ on the screen.
“He’s probably wondering where we went to,” I say, moving to unleash myself from Kyuhyun and the small ally.
“We’ve waited this long for him, he can wait a little bit for us,” and before I know it, Kyuhyun is pulling me back and crashing his lips on mine.
It’s a completely different feeling than the party kiss. It’s unyielding and familiar, sensual and almost romantic. One of Kyuhyun’s arms is wound around my waist and the other is around my neck, thumb pressing into my cheek. I just stand there, kissing back because I have no idea what else to do.
He pushes me back into the wall, knee going between my thighs again and I find my hand tugging at his hair. He moans at that, so
I pull harder, and I elicit a louder, pleased groan. He massages my lips with his; slipping a tongue inside my mouth and god it feels good.
Then my phone is ringing for the third time and I decide we stop our little charade. I pull back, flipping the phone open and apologizing for not answering sooner. Kyuhyun lets out a sad little sigh and I don’t turn to look back at him as I exit the cramped ally.
--
I don’t like it.
I don’t like it at all. I don’t like how all I’ve been thinking about these days is Kyuhyun and his fucking mouth. And his fucking voice. And his fucking sarcastic ass attitude. And what I especially don’t like is the fact that none of the above bothers me the same way it used to.
Fucking Cho Kyuhyun.
Kissing someone wasn’t supposed to make you attracted to them. Kissing them on a dare wasn’t supposed to make you develop any sort of feelings for them. Kissing someone in an ally after a near-death experience was not supposed to make you want to rip their clothes off every time you saw them.
So why the fucking hell did all of that happen?
Enough, I say to myself, and I’m rushing out of my dorm room towards Kyuhyun’s to tell him to fuck off and stop just kissing people because he feels like it.
I’m storming past students and doors with numbers on them, searching for the one that would tell me I’ve reached my destination.
And then 217 shows up and I’m stopping in front of it, ready to just storm in. I hesitate, my hand gripping the door handle, when I barely hear a breathy, Sungmin, strangled as if whoever said it was having a hard time breathing. I ignore it, passing it off as hallucinations as I force my way into the room.
“Cho Kyuhy-um.”
Why though? Why did I have to walk in on this? This is just my fucking day. You see, I was expecting him to be sitting at his desk doing homework or watching TV or something, not sprawled out completely naked on his bed, moisture cleaning to his skin, and a hand gripping his erection, head thrown back in ecstasy.
I really wasn’t expecting the Sungmin that slipped through his lips, clearly oblivious to my presence, even after my entrance. I notice he has headphones in. No wonder. The one thing that has me though, is Kyuhyun is sitting there on his bed, masturbating, and he’s saying my name in that most delicious-that most what?-way and I’m standing here like a fucking idiot.
“Oh my god,” I say, hoping he’d hear me that time. Nothing. I grab a shoe near the door and throw it him, hitting him in the knee.
His head snaps up and he’s looking at me in mortification, ripping the head phones out of his ears and letting out his own, “Oh my god.” He grabs a pillow and covers himself.
“Sungmin, I need you to tell me something, how long have you been standing there?” His tone is serious and he knows my answer will tell him how much shit he’s in.
“Um…long enough…” I say, paying special attention this one especially interesting spot on his book case.
“Oh god, you really were not supposed to see that and oh my god, I was just masturbating to the thought of you and now you know that and you probably think I’m some lecherous pervert and Jesus why the fuck don’t you knock, oh my god, this is so embarrassing-“
“Kyuhyun, just shut up,” and that was it. I made my way to the edge of his bed in three strides, forcing the pillow away from his hips and wedging myself between his thighs in its place. You see, it was the fact that he admitted he had been masturbating to the thought of me that caused this. So maybe I was attracted to Kyuhyun.
I smash my lips onto his; rubbing my jeaned front into his pelvic area, eliciting a long wanton moan from the younger man beneath me and god did it do things to me. I was rock hard in seconds and I brought my hands up to tweak the little nubs on Kyuhyun’s chest, lips never leaving his. Something about the way Kyuhyun was kissing me back left me breathless and needy and hot damn,
I hadn’t felt this way in a long, long time.
I guess he got tired of me being the only one clothed and I found myself beneath him, slightly disoriented on the roll that it took to get me here, and Kyuhyun was ripping the shirt over my head, lips coming back down on my throat. He nipped and sucked and I wound my fingers through his hair. I felt his fingers trail against the bare skin of my torso down to the tops of my jeans and he hastily unbuttoned them, yanking down the zipper and pulling the down my thighs, underwear quickly following.
He chuckled, “Already hard?”
“Shut the fuck up, Kyuhyun.”
He laughed again, a deep throaty sound and we were kissing, blistering and just so fucking right.
I rolled my hips up into his, showing him exactly what I wanted and he rolled them back appreciatively.
He pulled back for a second, reaching over me and opening his drawer, rummaging around for what I knew was lube and condoms. Pulling said items out of the drawer, he threw the condom at me.
“You wanna put it on me?” he asked, looking up at me in mock seduction.
“Did you learn that from a porno?”
“Maybe.”
I scoffed, but sat up anyways, tearing the edge of the package open with my teeth. I looked him in the eye as I rolled the plastic on him slowly, agonizingly slow, barely skimming my fingertips over the taught skin. I watched his face crunch up and he pushed me back onto the bed almost immediately, locking our lips together forcefully.
“Such a fucking tease,” he said.
I grinned, all too amused with his agitation. I heard the tell-tale sign of a bottle cap being opened and the squelching of the lube being squeezed onto his fingertips. I waited impatiently; it had really been way too long since I last had sex.
As I felt that first finger slip in, I shivered at the familiarity of the feeling; the somewhat uncomfortable pain/pleasure aspect of it.
God, how I adored that feeling.
He moved slowly, torturing me before I started to become unraveled and moved back on his fingers unabashedly. He added two more into the mix, stretching and probing that most delicious spot.
“Oh fuck Kyuhyun, just fucking do it already.”
I didn’t even have to look up to know he was smirking. He rubbed some more lube onto his member and I felt his warm hands rest on my hips, positioning himself. I like the way they felt there. Then he was pushing past that rim of muscle and I was gripping his shoulders.
I heard him whisper a few swear words as he pushed in further, my grip strengthening and my eyes smarting from the searing stretch. As soon as he was all the way in, he leaned over my, pressing small, gently kisses all over my face and neck and chest, landing on my mouth last. I kissed him fervently, readying myself and moving my hips to tell him to just fucking move already. And then he did, and we were moving so perfect together, his pace set and my hips moving to meet his thrusts at their own accord.
I stopped trying to hold back my moans, each one growing louder as Kyuhyun upped the pace, almost frantic now. His face was pressed into my neck and I could hear his erratic breathing. I clung to him, wanting more friction and for him to just go deeper. If that were even possible.
The feeling of Kyuhyun sliding in and out of me and his stomach brushing against my erection had my muscles tightening and preparing me for what I knew was about to come. I knew Kyuhyun was close too, his thrusts becoming sporadic his breathing unbelievable quick now. He kissed me again, hungry and wanting and then I was coming, biting down gently on his lower lip, nails digging into his back and all but screaming at my release. Kyuhyun came soon after, moaning out my name and trying his hardest not to collapse on top of me.
He pulled out, slipping the condom off of his now limp member, tying it at the end, and throwing it in the trashcan by his bed. I lay there panting, trying my hardest to catch my breath. Kyuhyun made that difficult by coming to kiss me again, but the sweet sincerity of it had me forgiving him. I felt sleep clawing at my eyelids and Kyuhyun pulled my into his embrace.
“You know, even though we hate eachother, I think we should date,” Kyuhyun mumbled into my hair.
“In your dreams, Kyuhyun.”
“I’m serious, Sungmin,” Kyuhyun said, and I thought I caught an instance of insecurity in his voice.
I looked up, surprised for only a second before saying, “Okay, Kyuhyun, let’s date.”
He grinned, child-like and precious, “Good. Now stop bothering me, I’m trying to sleep.”
“Such a jerk,” I said, nuzzling my face into his chest before drifting off to sleep.
It looks like I finally got my love story.
Pairing: KyuMin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: College students Sungmin and Kyuhyun are forced into numerous circumstances that lead them away the hate they share for one another, until there's simply no hate at all.
I want to write a love story.
For once in my life, I want the words perfection and love to be synonymous. To have them so interconnected, my heart aches with the overbearing pressure of their truth. But words more like pain, suffering, loss, discontent, tragedy; they hold my true meaning of love.
So I am left here alone, fixing and situating my face into the set mask I wear every day. Because above all of it, above the disappointment the world offers me, nobody truly cares or worries or understands. I am alone.
I want to write a love story because it gives me some control over something that the characters don’t. I can manipulate them, bend them to my bidding, and make them somehow feel the same awkward resistance I do. A connection to characters that I will write, the characters that are me. They’ll fall in love, then out of it again. They’ll meet other people, drift apart, and lose eachother. Then, when their hearts shatter, they’ll find eachother again, but then, somehow, whether it be an inoperable disease, a sudden move and shift in the current of plot and time of the story, or a shocking revelation, their short-lived happiness over the rediscovery of one another’s love will end, and one character is tossed into the waterfall of grief and unforgivingness. They’ll drown in their sorrows, but they’ll move on, as I intend them to.
But I am tired of these love stories, for how can such fiction be of love, if you’re left with the bitterness of sorrow in your heart when the words are over and the scene ends? When moisture is leaking from the very depths of your soul and through the windows of your heart, sliding down perfect, bowed cheeks? No, I want to write a happy love story, one where you’re left laughing or crying through a smile. I want to write one of those, because I don’t have it, because I crave for it. I’ll sculpt its meaning and proverbial secrets by my hands of prose and syntax, leaving you to open the doors of its true impact. I’ll make it a bestseller and I’ll lie when I say the inspiration came from my life. Because my life is the first story, the heartbreaking one. But that’s okay, because my characters will make it okay. My happy and in love characters will end happy and in love, and that’s really all I need to move on through the dreary and grey cloud that I call my life.
I want to write a love story.
--
I’m not particularly fond of this school. Although it’s known for it its lofty academics and prestigious awards, the juvenility of the student body left something to be desired for. As I sit in this library, I can name you 5 people doing everything but studying. There’s a couple behind that bookshelf shoving their tongues down eachother’s throat, that one over there is downloading a paper he bought online from one of those websites that house written essays for a fair price for lazy and lackadaisical students who otherwise would not have a passing grade if it weren’t for said essays. And then those students over there are the ones I hate the most.
Maybe I’m just being bitter over my lack of a social circle, but the ones over there, rough housing and being less than mannerly, are the ones I cannot stand. This is a library for heaven’s sakes. I only know a few of their names, one being one of my closest friends, the other being a sadistic asshole (my friend seems to find him charming, in a witty and sarcastic sense of the word) whom I cannot stand in the slightest. We’ve had a few spats in the past, mainly in our Literature class. He’s a stubborn man that seems to have the notion that he knows just about everything there is about anything. I feel like the fact that I’ve actually had books published cancels out the possibility of him ever being correct. He seems to think this is a “bogus” argument. I seem to think he has a “bogus” face, but that’s just me. No, really, it really is just me.
My friend, whom I introduced earlier, has been fawning over him for the past few months. I honestly have nothing wrong with homosexuality, considering the fact that I don’t really have a sexual preference for myself honestly, but it’s the fact that it’s him he’s fawning over.
“Sungmin? Sungmin-ah!”
Shit.
That would be my friend, interrupting my train of thought as always. I wonder if I could just pretend like I didn’t hear him and kind of pack up my stuff and just-
“Sungmin!” The voice was right beside me this time, startling me, a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him, seeing the familiar, warm face looking down on me, and I force a smile to match his.
“You’re all alone over here just staring off into space; you should come sit with us.”
I look back at the table and I’m forced to bite my tongue at the scoff that almost slipped its way past my lips as I study the dark smirk on that Cho Kyuhyun’s face. It’s got a warning behind it, almost as if it’s saying, “If you sit here, I’ll rip your intestines out and choke you with it.”
“I was actually just leaving, I have a deadline to attend to…,” a lie, albeit I do I have a deadline in the near future, the thought of having to sit next to that hellish of a man left me crawling towards the exit.
“Oh,” Donghae said, face kind of falling, “Okay, Sungmin, I’ll see you around later, okay?”
“Sure,” I say, shutting my laptop, hastily shoving it into its case, and brusquely walking towards the exit of the library. I had this unmistakable feeling of eyes on my back, and as I turned around to pinpoint the location of these eyes, I see Kyuhyun staring back at me, dark and glowering, and I reciprocate the look before exiting through the doors.
“Asshole,” I whisper under my breath.
--
I’m fairly certain that I haven’t mentioned how much I hate Christmas yet. Because I do. I hate it. Not necessarily Christmas itself but everything associated with it; your friends’ expectations of you buying something for them, the nonstop phone calls from your family members all wishing you the same thing, the incessant and sometimes obnoxious decorations and ornamentations of almost every available surface, and most of all, all of the goddamned parties.
I had been invited to about three of them, and of course the one I had been dragged to was Donghae’s, hosted in his cramped apartment off campus. How he thought it would be a good idea to host it here, I had no idea.
So now I’m here, stuck in this little corner drinking some generic alcohol in some generic red cup, watching all of the shit-faced-drunk idiots stumbling around everywhere. I catch site of Kyuhyun in a corner adjacent from where I stand, holding onto his red cup and looking around with annoyance. Well, I guess we can agree on one thing.
“Okay guys! Those who wanna play a game, come to my room!” I hear Donghae shout over the loud music and slur of the crowd. I watched as those who were sober enough to comprehend what he said began to filter their way to his bedroom. With the sheer desire to move to a quieter, less cramped room, and not particularly because I wanted to participate in the game, I move along with the few people heading towards Donghae’s room where I’m cut off and shoved aside before I can quite make it in. Of course, it’s Kyuhyun.
“Fucking jerk,” I mumble, loud enough, I’m sure, for him to hear me, but he ignores me anyways.
I have half the mind to turn around and stay outside, but I hear glass breaking behind me and I decide that maybe the game inside will be a little more beneficial to my health. I walk in and sit down, making sure to stay as far away from Kyuhyun as possible.
“What are we playing?”
“Truth or dare.” Donghae says, grinning.
Really? As if this party couldn’t get any more generic, Donghae decided to throw in truth or dare, probably the most unoriginal game used to entertain any party.
“Except it’s going to be an adult version, and anybody that doesn’t go through with their dare is getting stripped and being forced to go home naked, okay?”
Oh lord, please no.
This was a bad idea. Maybe I can just leave and-
“And if you’re already here, there’s no backing out now,” and he emphasized it with the thud of the door closing, a smirk etched onto is face.”
Goddammit.
--
We had gone through about 7 people and luckily nobody had asked me that dread three word question, until, “Sungmin, truth or dare?”
I had watched some of the most graphic things happen in that room that night, none of which being the most comfortable to watch.
Donghae wasn’t kidding when he said I was an “adult” version. He had apparently gotten the questions and dares for the game from some XXX store and yeah, they were pretty fucking XXX.
My heart sank and I licked my lips, looking over my options. Truth would obviously be a safer choice, but who knows the question that would be asked, and if I couldn’t answer it, I’d be driving home in my birthday suit. Which I wasn’t particularly fond of at the moment. So I said dare.
I watched Donghae as he gleefully pulled a strip of paper out of the dare bag and I sat in horror at the sentence that escaped his mouth.
“Sungmin, I dare you to lie on your back and close your eyes as I choose someone in this room to make out with you. After the minute is up-“
“A minute?!”
“Yes Sungmin, a minute, he/she will then go back to their place in the room, and you will have to guess who it was. If you’re wrong, then you have to take a shot. See, that’s not that bad right?”
I snorted, trying to control the snarky comeback I wanted to throw back at him, but for the sake of my clothes, and my dignity, I walked towards the bed.
“Let’s just get this over with okay?”
I laid there, wondering what happened to reality as I pondered over the many different teenage, romantic comedies I’ve seen scenes like this in. At least it was probably the most PG thing of the night. That I was thankful for. I closed my eyes and waited for my impending doom. I heard some muffled whispers, sounding sort of like an argument, or a protest, then some slapping, a louder,
“Just do it, this is your dare too, and if you don’t go through with it, you’re leaving without your clothes,” then a groan and some more shuffling.
By the reaction of the one chosen, I was almost certain it was Kyuhyun. I felt myself getting nauseous as I felt the bed dip by my side and my heart was beating a mile a minute. Count on Donghae to choose the guy I hated the most as my partner in the dare.
I’m not sure what I was expecting from the other, but an exasperated sigh later, and a pair of soft, plump lips were gently pressing against mine.
I was a little surprised to be honest. I’ll never admit this, but Kyuhyun was actually a decent kisser. I felt two forearms press down on either side of my head, and a leg thrown over to the other side of my hips, probably to get better leverage. He was on all fours above me and it was a little exhilarating actually. Wait, what?
I wasn’t sure how long the kiss had lasted so far but I could feel Kyuhyun getting more into it. He was kissing a little harder now, and I found my hands in his silky hair, pulling his head closer to mine. I felt his tongue slip past my lips and I all but choked on the moan that was forcing its way up my throat. It came out as a strangled groan and somehow that egged him on even further. I was beginning to become light-headed, my oxygen supply depleting but somehow I felt sucking on the tongue in my mouth would alleviate that sensation. It didn’t. It just caused Kyuhyun to groan in satisfaction-at least that’s what it sounded like-and then a timer was going off; but Kyuhyun wasn’t pulling away.
I was fairly certain of two things at this point. One, the one minute had already timed out and two, I just wanted to keep kissing Kyuhyun. It’s got to be the alcohol I was drinking earlier and the lack of physical contact I’ve had over the past few months.
Obviously.
“Guys,” someone said from somewhere in the room. Kyuhyun ignored it; so did I.
“Guys, hello,” they said again, louder this time, “times up, you can take your tongue out of his mouth now dude.”
I felt as Kyuhyun, seemingly reluctantly, pulled away, and backed up off of the bed.
“Okay Sungmin, who do you think it was?” Donghae asked.
I leaned up on my elbows and looked around the room, immediately making eye contact with Kyuhyun. He looked away, eyes stony and unrevealing. I scoffed.
Then again, saying that it was Kyuhyun and him having to admit to it would be extremely for the both of us, considering the fact that he knows I enjoyed it, and I was pretty sure he did too. So I decided to just take the shot.
“Was it…Siwon?”
Donghae grinned stupidly, “Nope,” he was pretty much smirking at this point, “you wanna know who it was? Oh, you’re going to be so surprised, considering the fact that I know both of you enjoyed it and the funny thing is that you two ha-“
“Hyung,” Kyuhyun cut him off, and I couldn’t be any more grateful to that son of bitch, “just go get him the fucking shot.”
Donghae clucked his tongue in disappointment and filled the little glass with the clear liquid and handed it to me. I downed it quickly, the substance burning my throat on its way down and I looked over to see Kyuhyun staring at me, eyes imploring. I quickly looked away and avoided him for the rest of the night.
--
Actually, avoiding Kyuhyun was a little easier than I thought it was going to be. Sure, we had about four classes together but without the usual debates we had, there was really nothing to say to him. It seemed the desire to avoid eachother was mutual because every now and then I would catch him glance at me and turn the other direction.
I’m actually not too sure for the reason of our avoidance, but I knew it was the party that started it all. That kiss did something to us and whether it was good or bad, I wasn’t sure. And I would never admit to myself that I enjoyed it. Because I didn’t.
Lying to yourself is easy, you know?
My train of thought was put on hold as I felt an arm being linked with mine and me being jerked forward.
“Donghae, what the hell-“
“We’re going Christmas shopping,” he said, turning to look at me with a grin as he pulled me towards the parking lot.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
No really, this had to be a joke. It was Friday, I just had to sit through three lectures and a Chemistry lab, it was nearing 7 o’clock, and I was exhausted.
“Nope,” he said, lips popping on the ending syllables, a sheepish grin tugging on the corners of his lips.
I honestly had no strength to pull away from him so I let him drag me towards his car, someone leaning against the door.
He looked pretty familiar, tall body lazily lounging against the polished black vehicle. I felt my stomach twist and turn into indescribable shapes as I realized who it was.
I slipped my arm from Donghae’s unsuspecting one, letting loose a simple, “No,” before I turned to walk away. Donghae was not dragging me on this stupid shopping trip with Kyuhyun. Wasn’t going to happen.
Donghae grabbed my wrist before I could get far enough away and tugged me back, “But you said you would Sungminnie-yah.”
I regretted looking back at Donghae’s face, groaning at the pout I found there.
“If he says one smart ass thing to me Donghae, I’m punching him in the balls and you can’t say or do anything about it, you got that?”
Donghae nodded, smiling impishly as he led me towards his car. Fucking pout. Fucking Donghae. Fucking Christmas. Fucking Kyuhyun.
I rounded towards the front seat but Donghae had already shoved his bag onto it, saying, “Sorry Sungmin, you’ll have to sit in the back. I saw Kyuhyun sigh in exasperation and I almost followed suit as I was forced to sit in the back with him.
Fucking Donghae.
I kept my eyes on the window as the car was pelted into silence and we made our way downtown. By the time we were parking, the sun had set and the lights were set to glow. A giant tree sat in the square, illuminating the area.
“Pretty,” Donghae said as we followed him towards the shopping area, a strip mall comprised of various stores and screaming kids.
Couples were walking around too; hands entwined and breaths clouding around their faces.
Shivering, I pulled my jacket closer to my body.
Donghae mock slapped his forehead, “Well shucks you guys, how silly of me. I really just don’t have any idea what came over me. I’m actually getting your guys’ presents today, so it looks like I’m going to have to go get them by myself. You two can keep eachother company. I’ll see you in about an hour okay?”
“Wait, what the-“
“Just an hour!” Donghae proclaimed, already advancing towards the shops and leaving Kyuhyun and I alone in awkward silence. I puffed my cheeks out, blowing and sigh out dramatically before looking up at Kyuhyun, who was already looking at me. Taken aback by the look he was given to me, I mumbled a, “Let’s go,” before making my way to a coffee stand I had spotted when we first got here.
I made sure Kyuhyun was following before I pulled my wallet out and stopped at the little cart attended to by an old man.
I turned to Kyuhyun, “Um, what do you want?”
“I don’t really like coffee,” was all he said before he looked away.
I clucked my tongue in annoyance, “Well okay then, oh loquacious one.”
Kyuhyun turned to throw a comeback at me before I told the man, “Two hot chocolates please.”
Kyuhyun shut his mouth and turned away.
“Would that be all for you?”
“Yes please,” I smiled politely. If one of us was going to show some manners, it might as well be me right?
I handed him the bills in exchange for the two hot cups of liquid and presented one of them in front of Kyuhyun. He accepted it gingerly, blowing the top of it before taking a small sip.
“Um, there’s a bench over there if you wanna um…sit down while we wait,” Kyuhyun gestured towards a bench a few feet away and I nodded before following him to sit down.
And that’s what we did for 20 minutes; sat in total silence, sounds of blowing on hot chocolate and sipping it filling in the gaps of noiselessness. I swung my legs back in forth, not quite long enough to be able to touch the ground.
“You look like a kid,” I heard Kyuhyun say, a laugh in his voice. I wanted to throw some witty comeback at him but I found no maliciousness in his face as I turned to look at him, only genuine amusement.
“Shut up,” was all I could muster before looking away, hearing him chuckle. It was a rich, deep sound, and for some reason I found myself admiring it. Then slapping myself internally because there was absolutely nothing to admire about Cho Kyuhyun.
"Excuse me,” I look up to see some guy in maybe his mid-twenties, seemingly plain looking, standing above us, “would either of you have a cell phone I could borrow?”
“Um,” I sat and thought. I had heard of things like this happening before. Random people asking others to use their cell phones, luring them away from seeing eyes and then robbing them of everything they had before leaving them in a pretty beat up condition.
“My phone died actually, and he doesn’t have one either, sorry.” I say.
Kyuhyun turned to look at me questioningly and the man narrowed his eyes.
“It’s only for a few minutes, please, it’s important.”
“I’m sorry, I already told you, it doesn’t work.”
“Don’t fucking tell me it doesn’t work, because I know you’re lying.”
I stood up, Kyuhyun following suit, my voice rising a little, “Look, I don’t know what part of no, you cannot borrow my cell phone, you don’t understand, but it should be pretty simple. So just go ask somebody else.”
Car doors open behind the man and four other guys start walking towards us menacingly, obviously with the man and obviously up to no good.
“Shit,” I say.
“Um, Sungmin, I think now would be a good time to get the fuck out of here,” and before I can reply, Kyuhyun’s hand is around mine and we’re sprinting past sparse crowds, constantly looking back to see how far we’ve escaped.
“Through here,” I hear Kyuhyun say, and he’s pulling us through a tiny gap between two buildings, chests brushing together as we squeeze our way further into the darkness. Panting, we watch as the group zoom past our hiding spot, oblivious to the fact that they’ve just lost us.
I look up at Kyuhyun as he looks down at me and I’m suddenly aware of how close we are and how tall he is.
“Did we just almost get murdered,” he asks.
I let out a shaky laugh, “Yeah, we just almost got murdered Kyuhyun.”
He shifts and his leg accidentally brushes against something it should be brushing against. I gasp and move back as much as I could to get away from the leg, yet with the limited space, I didn’t get far.
“Did I just--?”
“Yeah, you did just do what you think you did, and please do not do it again. Let’s just get out of here and-Kyuhyun!”
He did it again, that fucking jerk, a cheeky grin plastered on his face as his hands came to rest on either side of my arms.
“You know, I know you know it was me that kissed you at the party. So why did you say it was Siwon?”
“To save ourselves from the embarrassment,” I say, looking up into that proud little face of his. We were so close now that I could see the individual eyelashes framing his eyes.
“What was there to be embarrassed about, hmm?”
“We both know I’m an amazing kisser, and it’d be embarrassing for you to have to admit that.”
“Oh really? Because I’m pretty sure you said, ‘ourselves,’ meaning both of us would have something to be embarrassed about. What would yours’ be exactly, hmm Sungmin?”
I bit my tongue and refused to answer, merely mumbling a, “nothing,” staring off to the side.
“You know what I think? I think we were both so impressed with eachother by that kiss that we’ve been avoiding eachother because we’re scared what our attraction for eachother could lead too,” he said.
I looked up in disbelief at the smirk plastering his face, ready to argue with his claim before I felt a hand rest at my hip, dragging my impossibly close before roaming its way up my side and stopping at my neck, its coolness causing me to shiver.
“What are you doing?” I ask as incredulously as I can.
“Proving my point.”
“You’re always trying to prove a point,” I say, watching Kyuhyun’s lips getting closer still.
“I know.”
He’s so close that I can feel my lips absorbing his lips' heat, but right before they could connect, my phone goes off and I reach into my pocket, pulling it out and seeing the name ‘Donghae’ on the screen.
“He’s probably wondering where we went to,” I say, moving to unleash myself from Kyuhyun and the small ally.
“We’ve waited this long for him, he can wait a little bit for us,” and before I know it, Kyuhyun is pulling me back and crashing his lips on mine.
It’s a completely different feeling than the party kiss. It’s unyielding and familiar, sensual and almost romantic. One of Kyuhyun’s arms is wound around my waist and the other is around my neck, thumb pressing into my cheek. I just stand there, kissing back because I have no idea what else to do.
He pushes me back into the wall, knee going between my thighs again and I find my hand tugging at his hair. He moans at that, so
I pull harder, and I elicit a louder, pleased groan. He massages my lips with his; slipping a tongue inside my mouth and god it feels good.
Then my phone is ringing for the third time and I decide we stop our little charade. I pull back, flipping the phone open and apologizing for not answering sooner. Kyuhyun lets out a sad little sigh and I don’t turn to look back at him as I exit the cramped ally.
--
I don’t like it.
I don’t like it at all. I don’t like how all I’ve been thinking about these days is Kyuhyun and his fucking mouth. And his fucking voice. And his fucking sarcastic ass attitude. And what I especially don’t like is the fact that none of the above bothers me the same way it used to.
Fucking Cho Kyuhyun.
Kissing someone wasn’t supposed to make you attracted to them. Kissing them on a dare wasn’t supposed to make you develop any sort of feelings for them. Kissing someone in an ally after a near-death experience was not supposed to make you want to rip their clothes off every time you saw them.
So why the fucking hell did all of that happen?
Enough, I say to myself, and I’m rushing out of my dorm room towards Kyuhyun’s to tell him to fuck off and stop just kissing people because he feels like it.
I’m storming past students and doors with numbers on them, searching for the one that would tell me I’ve reached my destination.
And then 217 shows up and I’m stopping in front of it, ready to just storm in. I hesitate, my hand gripping the door handle, when I barely hear a breathy, Sungmin, strangled as if whoever said it was having a hard time breathing. I ignore it, passing it off as hallucinations as I force my way into the room.
“Cho Kyuhy-um.”
Why though? Why did I have to walk in on this? This is just my fucking day. You see, I was expecting him to be sitting at his desk doing homework or watching TV or something, not sprawled out completely naked on his bed, moisture cleaning to his skin, and a hand gripping his erection, head thrown back in ecstasy.
I really wasn’t expecting the Sungmin that slipped through his lips, clearly oblivious to my presence, even after my entrance. I notice he has headphones in. No wonder. The one thing that has me though, is Kyuhyun is sitting there on his bed, masturbating, and he’s saying my name in that most delicious-that most what?-way and I’m standing here like a fucking idiot.
“Oh my god,” I say, hoping he’d hear me that time. Nothing. I grab a shoe near the door and throw it him, hitting him in the knee.
His head snaps up and he’s looking at me in mortification, ripping the head phones out of his ears and letting out his own, “Oh my god.” He grabs a pillow and covers himself.
“Sungmin, I need you to tell me something, how long have you been standing there?” His tone is serious and he knows my answer will tell him how much shit he’s in.
“Um…long enough…” I say, paying special attention this one especially interesting spot on his book case.
“Oh god, you really were not supposed to see that and oh my god, I was just masturbating to the thought of you and now you know that and you probably think I’m some lecherous pervert and Jesus why the fuck don’t you knock, oh my god, this is so embarrassing-“
“Kyuhyun, just shut up,” and that was it. I made my way to the edge of his bed in three strides, forcing the pillow away from his hips and wedging myself between his thighs in its place. You see, it was the fact that he admitted he had been masturbating to the thought of me that caused this. So maybe I was attracted to Kyuhyun.
I smash my lips onto his; rubbing my jeaned front into his pelvic area, eliciting a long wanton moan from the younger man beneath me and god did it do things to me. I was rock hard in seconds and I brought my hands up to tweak the little nubs on Kyuhyun’s chest, lips never leaving his. Something about the way Kyuhyun was kissing me back left me breathless and needy and hot damn,
I hadn’t felt this way in a long, long time.
I guess he got tired of me being the only one clothed and I found myself beneath him, slightly disoriented on the roll that it took to get me here, and Kyuhyun was ripping the shirt over my head, lips coming back down on my throat. He nipped and sucked and I wound my fingers through his hair. I felt his fingers trail against the bare skin of my torso down to the tops of my jeans and he hastily unbuttoned them, yanking down the zipper and pulling the down my thighs, underwear quickly following.
He chuckled, “Already hard?”
“Shut the fuck up, Kyuhyun.”
He laughed again, a deep throaty sound and we were kissing, blistering and just so fucking right.
I rolled my hips up into his, showing him exactly what I wanted and he rolled them back appreciatively.
He pulled back for a second, reaching over me and opening his drawer, rummaging around for what I knew was lube and condoms. Pulling said items out of the drawer, he threw the condom at me.
“You wanna put it on me?” he asked, looking up at me in mock seduction.
“Did you learn that from a porno?”
“Maybe.”
I scoffed, but sat up anyways, tearing the edge of the package open with my teeth. I looked him in the eye as I rolled the plastic on him slowly, agonizingly slow, barely skimming my fingertips over the taught skin. I watched his face crunch up and he pushed me back onto the bed almost immediately, locking our lips together forcefully.
“Such a fucking tease,” he said.
I grinned, all too amused with his agitation. I heard the tell-tale sign of a bottle cap being opened and the squelching of the lube being squeezed onto his fingertips. I waited impatiently; it had really been way too long since I last had sex.
As I felt that first finger slip in, I shivered at the familiarity of the feeling; the somewhat uncomfortable pain/pleasure aspect of it.
God, how I adored that feeling.
He moved slowly, torturing me before I started to become unraveled and moved back on his fingers unabashedly. He added two more into the mix, stretching and probing that most delicious spot.
“Oh fuck Kyuhyun, just fucking do it already.”
I didn’t even have to look up to know he was smirking. He rubbed some more lube onto his member and I felt his warm hands rest on my hips, positioning himself. I like the way they felt there. Then he was pushing past that rim of muscle and I was gripping his shoulders.
I heard him whisper a few swear words as he pushed in further, my grip strengthening and my eyes smarting from the searing stretch. As soon as he was all the way in, he leaned over my, pressing small, gently kisses all over my face and neck and chest, landing on my mouth last. I kissed him fervently, readying myself and moving my hips to tell him to just fucking move already. And then he did, and we were moving so perfect together, his pace set and my hips moving to meet his thrusts at their own accord.
I stopped trying to hold back my moans, each one growing louder as Kyuhyun upped the pace, almost frantic now. His face was pressed into my neck and I could hear his erratic breathing. I clung to him, wanting more friction and for him to just go deeper. If that were even possible.
The feeling of Kyuhyun sliding in and out of me and his stomach brushing against my erection had my muscles tightening and preparing me for what I knew was about to come. I knew Kyuhyun was close too, his thrusts becoming sporadic his breathing unbelievable quick now. He kissed me again, hungry and wanting and then I was coming, biting down gently on his lower lip, nails digging into his back and all but screaming at my release. Kyuhyun came soon after, moaning out my name and trying his hardest not to collapse on top of me.
He pulled out, slipping the condom off of his now limp member, tying it at the end, and throwing it in the trashcan by his bed. I lay there panting, trying my hardest to catch my breath. Kyuhyun made that difficult by coming to kiss me again, but the sweet sincerity of it had me forgiving him. I felt sleep clawing at my eyelids and Kyuhyun pulled my into his embrace.
“You know, even though we hate eachother, I think we should date,” Kyuhyun mumbled into my hair.
“In your dreams, Kyuhyun.”
“I’m serious, Sungmin,” Kyuhyun said, and I thought I caught an instance of insecurity in his voice.
I looked up, surprised for only a second before saying, “Okay, Kyuhyun, let’s date.”
He grinned, child-like and precious, “Good. Now stop bothering me, I’m trying to sleep.”
“Such a jerk,” I said, nuzzling my face into his chest before drifting off to sleep.
It looks like I finally got my love story.