[FanFic] Mine, Problem With Singing, Lies, Aliens, Harmonizing, & Balcony Encounters
These are my contribution to the SM Kink Meme. I'm posting them here because they are full of typos and I can't edit them. Lol, the thought of them remaining un edited hurt my heart. I'm sure even after I edit them they will still have typos, but such is the way of the world.
Title: Mine
Pairing(s): YehWook
Kink/Prompt: One of them is jealous of how much attention the other is getting from someone else. Awkward-sort-of-angry-sex ensues?
Rating: R
Summary: Yesung reminds Ryeowook just who it is that he belongs to.
“Don’t think I don’t notice, do you think I’m blind?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m not an idiot, don’t talk to me like I’m a child.”
“Let go of my wrist, you’re hurting me.”
“Did Henry hurt you when he fucked you? Did he? You probably liked it, begged for it, screamed for him to fuck you harder, you slut.” Yesung shoved Ryeowook away from him, disgusted with him but more disgusted with himself for losing control. Ryeowook always made him crazy.
“Nothing happened, it’s just fan service Yesung, you know that.”
“Fan service? Is that what we do too? Is it fan service when I fuck you fast and dirty backstage and you bite your lip until you bleed because people could hear us? Is that the type of ‘service’ you’ve been giving him.”
Yesung’s voice was low and controlled, rough velvet hiding the rage within. Ryeowook knew it was this Yesung that was dangerous, not the Yesung that screamed and threatened, so he chose his words carefully.
“It’s not like that with him, it’s not like that with anyone but you.”
“You’re fucking right it isn’t!”
Ryeowook found himself face down on the bed with his pants around his ankles. He knew he’d been pushing the fan service thing too much with Henry, but to get this response out of Yesung who was normally so cool and collected, it was all worth it.
Yesung shoved two fingers into Ryeowook before he was ready and Ryeowook moaned into the pillow, pain and pleasure piercing though him and straight to his cock.
“I’m going to remind you who you belong to, and by the time I’m done, you won’t even remember Henry, much less think of letting him touch you, ever.”
He rustled through his drawer, finding the lube quickly and preparing Ryeowook with quick, rough hands, and not enough, slipped on a condom and shoved his erection into that velvet inferno that was his and only his.
Ryeowook moaned into the bed cover, tried to find purchase with his hands to push back against Yesung’s thrusts, but the angle was all wrong and all he could do was lay with his face against the pillow, begging Yesung to make him come.
“Yes, please, more, oh god, it’s not enough, I need more.”
Yesung pumped in and out of Ryeowook, his sleek muscles rippling across his back sweaty with exertion. He reached around the smaller boy and pulled his cock, one, two, three rough pulls and stopped.
“Say my name, I want you to know who’s fucking you.”
“Yesung, Yesung, oh god, please!”
Yesung leaned over and licked Ryeowook’s ear, shoving even deeper into him. “Not god, Yesung.”
With Ryeowook’s cock in his hand, Yesung thrust in and out, his hand fast and rough, thumb scratching over his head in ways he knew from experience drove Ryeowook crazy. With Ryeowook’s moans as reassurance that he was hitting the right spot, he let his body take over and lost himself in the sensation of fucking Ryeowook, sharp hips, burning heat, and loud panting breaths.
Ryeowook came, his screams loud and long, and the knowledge that they could hear him in the living room, that Henry could hear him, send Yesung over the edge after him.
Yesung collapsed on top of Ryeowook’s frail looking body, which he knew was anything but.
“Mine, mine, mine.” He whispered as he fell asleep.
“Always” Ryeowook replied and if Yesung had been awake, he would have seen his smile of satisfaction.
Title: The Problem With Your Singing
Pairing(s): ZhouHyun
Kink/Prompt: Gags
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Zhou Mi has a problem with KyuHyun's singing.
“Why should I wear a gag again?”
“Because of your moaning.”
“What the hell is wrong with my moaning?”
“It sounds like your singing.”
“What the hell is wrong with my singing?”
“Nothing is wrong with your singing.”
“Do you not like my singing?”
“I love your singing, you’re the best voice in Super Junior.”
“Then why do I have to wear the gag?”
“Because your singing is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, it gives me a hard on from the moment you open your mouth and I end up coming all over my pants and having to film all day with dirty underwear. Your moaning sounds like your singing and your singing makes me come. I want to fuck you for more than thirty seconds, so shut the fuck up, put on the damn gag, and drop your pants so I can fuck you through the mattress NOW!” shouted Zhou Mi.
Kyuhyun had never moved so fast in his life before.
Title: Lies We Tell Ourselves
Pairing(s): KiHae
Kink/Prompt: Shower!sex and/or Pool!sex
Rating: R
Summary: Donghae belongs to Kibum, Eunhyuk just doesn't know it yet.
“What are you doing in here?”
“Eunhyuk and Heechul are both out, no one will be around for hours.”
“That’s not an excuse.”
“That’s what you said last time.”
“This is wrong, we need to stop.”
“Then why do you keep leaving the door unlocked?”
Kibum coiled his arms around Donghae’s thin frame, blazing a hot path with his tongue up his neck, tasting water, soap, and sweat he hadn’t given him time to wash off.
“No, we can’t, they’ll find out.”
“They’ll never know, what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”
“They deserve better than this, they deserve better than us.”
Kibum slid his hand down Donghae’s abs, feeling their tautness and further down, grabbing Donghae’s cock which was already half way erect, making a mockery out of his protestations.
He went to work making sure Donghae’s cock stood fully erect, his mouth watering just at the thought of it. His other hand slid through the suds on Donghae’s body, pinching his nipples, hurting him the way Eunhyuk wouldn’t. He sucked on the marks Eunhyuk had left on his body, livid purple, marking his property, and pretended they were his.
He sneered, Eunhyuk had probably spent hours gently sucking until the skin became irritated enough to bruise, while the whole time Donghae would have been wishing for rougher hands and painful bites.
“Le.. Leave” Donghae stuttered.
Kibum shoved him against the shower wall, water falling on both of them, a wet, slick world, where nothing made sense but everything felt right. He dropped to his knees, gave one last tug with his fist, and took Donghae into his mouth.
Fire, Donghae was fire and passion and his ticket to hell. Heechul was ice and fury and distance. Kibum needed Donghae’s warmth to remind himself that he was still human, even if they both had to burn for it.
Donghae thrust into Kibum’s mouth, mesmerized by the sight of Kibum’s plump lips sliding over his cock. The slurping noises of pure joy Kibum made drowning out the sound of the water hitting his back.
“Tell me to leave.” Kibum smiled up at Donghae, his smile mocking and desperate at once.
“Do.. Don’t stop” whispered Donghae, his voice broken, but his eyes more alive than they ever were outside their sordid meetings.
Kibum stood up, pulling Donghae close with one hand and grabbing Heechul’s conditioner with the other. Cock against cock, chests so close together even the pounding water couldn’t come between them, mouths fused with desperation and lust.
He slipped two fingers into Donghae, the older boy's moans feeding his own need. In and out, in and out, stretching, exploring, claiming.
“Brace yourself.” He spun Donghae around and slid into him with no other warning.
Donghae threw his arms against the wall barely avoiding slamming his face into the tile in time. Each thrust from Kibum made his head pound against braced forearms and heat uncoil low in his belly.
Reaching around, Kibum took into his hand what was his, Eunhyuk and Donghae just didn’t know it yet.
Hard and fast, that’s how Donghae liked it.
“He…doesn’t…deserve…you.” Kibum panted, pulling roughly at Donghae’s cock, using the pre cum as lubrication.
“He loves me,” Donghae replied, following with a long, low moan as Kibum hit that spot which made him go blind.
“But…can…he…make…you…burn." Kibum gave one last powerful thrust, squeezing Donghae’s cock to an almost painful degree as he spilled himself inside him, claiming what someone else already owned.
Pain and pleasure mixed together with the lure of the forbidden, that’s what Kibum gave Donghae, that’s what allowed Donghae to make it through the day. Knowing that this was waiting for him, around the next corner, in a restroom stall, in a closet, in his own bed while Eunhyuk slept next to him, Kibum was always there.
He came against the bathroom tile, white heat exploding over petal pink. It was wrong, it was cruel, he loved every second of it and hated himself for it.
“Get out”
Kibum grabbed his chin and gave his a bruising kiss, full of teeth, tongue, and promises of what Eunhyuk couldn’t give him.
“Next time he touches you, next time you have to quietly lay under him and let him empty himself above you while you lay there bored out of your mind, come to me afterwards. Just come to me.”
“Get out!”
“Also, next time he fucks you, try not to moan my name, if he hits me again, I’ll kill the bastard.”
Donghae knelt in the falling water long after Kibum was gone. He reminded himself that the one he loved was Eunhyuk, and for a second, he almost believed it.
Title: If It Had To Do With Aliens, It Had To Do With Donghae
Pairing(s): HenWook
Kink/Prompt:the aliens made them do it
Rating: R
Summary: When Hankyung hears that it was aliens that destroyed his livingroom, he goes in search of Donghae.
When Hankyung arrived at their apartment to find the living room in shambles and Ryeowook and Henry sitting in the middle of it all eating ice cream, he was at somewhat of a loss. This were his good kids, well, technically, they were all good kids, but these two seemed the ones less likely to cause such havoc. When pressed for an explanation, Henry looked earnestly into his face and said, “The aliens made us do it.”
Now, Hankyung wasn’t sure how aliens had made Henry and Ryeowook break his couch, but if it had to do with aliens, it had to do with Donghae. This had been a fact in his life ever since he had met the younger man, and he doubted this would be any different.
He strode off in the direction of Siwon’s room, looking for Donghae.
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Henry stared at the boy splayed naked across the living room couch. He was like no one he had ever met back home. Back home, boys were boys. Crude, boring, only concerned with getting into girl’s pants, ordinary boys. Here, they were something else. Here, boys were idols, beautiful and charismatic, perfection heightened to a degree where their appeal superseded such mundane concerns such as gender and sexual orientation. Henry felt like an impostor standing in their midst.
And now, here was the most beautiful of them all, offering himself up for Henry to take, sacrificing himself to the beast that was Henry’s lustful hunger. His skin was golden honey, his lips moist with the dew that graced the sweetest petals, his razor sharp cheekbones spoke of royalty in his ancestry. Back home, this boy would have been ridiculed, mocked and made to suffer for his beauty and feminine grace. Here, he was revered, raised to the status of a god, worshiped by countless fan girls. Henry wasn’t worthy, he wasn’t….
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Henry. It’ a blow job, not a virgin sacrifice, get on with it.” sniped Ryeowook from the couch, growing annoyed with the boy’s worshipful gaze.
“Damn it Wookie, why do you always have to ruin the moment.”
“The moment was turning into an hour, and in case you haven’t noticed, I’m laying naked in the middle of the living room.”
“Fine.” Henry dropped to his knees in front of the couch and took Ryeowook into his mouth with the ease of long practice.
Ryeowook closed his eyes blissfully, his hands automatically going to Henry’s silky hair and slowly fucking his mouth. If he pushed a little harder than necessary, well, it was Henry’s own damn fault for taking so long and being so damn good.
It didn’t take Henry long to get Ryeowook off, he knew just what he liked. Long broad swipes with the flat of his tongue, teasing the head with barely there licks only to swallow him whole the next second and suck for all he was worth. When Ryeowook came in his mouth, Henry closed his eyes in satisfaction at a job well done and swallowed as much as he could.
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“Donghae!” thundered Hankyung form Siwon’s door, “Would you be so kind as to explain why we now have a broken couch and coffee table?”
Donghae looked up guiltily from whatever he found so fascinating in Siwon’s lap and Siwon shot Hankyung a death glare.
“It was Henry and Ryeowook, they broke it!”
“What is this about an alien.”
“Well,” Donghae hesitated, but the look on Hankyung’s face let him know that he better talk, and talk fast.
“Well, see, I was walking home today because manager hyung had to run off to deal with an emergency and I ran into this green alien and it was really cool hyung, because the alien knew my name and everything, and it wanted my autograph, and I thought it was really cool how we were famous even in outer space so I stopped to talk for a bit and it turns out aliens like couples too, she said she really liked the HenWook pairing, that it was really cute, and that it would make her really happy if HenWook did more fan service stuff in public, that all her friends would like it too, so I told Henry and Ryeowook that I would pay them if they did it in public, but they didn’t want to, so I told them in the living room because the aliens probably have x ray vision, she had really big eyes hyung, and that’s how they broke the couch and the coffee table, but I was on Siwon‘s lap the whole time so I didn‘t break anything, and don‘t you think it‘s cool how aliens speak Korean?”
Donghae buried his face in Siwon’s neck after delivering his speech all in one breath and Hankyung tried his best to remain calm. His admiration for Leeteuk went up even more, which was hard to believe since it was already pretty damn high.
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“Ok, my turn,” said Henry after he had given Ryeowook time to recuperate.
“No,” Ryeowook rose from the couch and headed in the direction of the kitchen.
“Why the hell not?” asked a shocked Henry, after all, turnabout was fair play and he had done his part.
“I’m not giving you a blowjob in the living room, are you crazy?”
With an outraged cry, Henry launched himself at Ryeowook, sending them both flying into the opposite couch and tipping it backwards. They landed in a pile of tangled limbs with a loud crack echoing in the air.
“Get off me,” protested Ryeowook glancing around at the remains of the couch, “management really should invest in higher quality furniture.”
“Not until you tell me why I’m not getting a blow job in return.”
“Because giving a blow job in the living room is gauche, now, I have some whipped cream in the kitchen, if you can get yourself naked and prepped while I go get it, I’ll fuck you raw and show you the wonderful things we can do with it, ok?”
In response, Henry jumped off Ryeowook and flew into their bedroom sending the coffee table flying in his wake and not even noticing he had ran into it.
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“Donghae,” said Hankyung as calmly as he could, “did you see it outside the space museum that’s on the way home?”
“Yes, why?” asked Donghae, his curiosity enough to make him lift his face from Siwon’s neck.
“Did it ever occur to you that it could be a person dressed as an alien?”
“Why would they do that?”
Giving up Donghae as a lost cause, Hankyung turned to face Ryeowook and Henry.
“You two knew better, why didn’t you tell him?”
They both looked at Hankyung like he had two heads.
“Um, maybe because he was offering us money to have sex which we would have done anyways?” Henry finally says.
Hankyung grabbed the bridge of his nose and breathed deeply, he honestly didn’t know how Leeteuk dealt with being in charged of twelve of them. He was going crazy with just six.
“If it will make you feel better,” Ryeowook spoke up with an interested look, “ we still have some of that whipped cream we’d be willing to share with you.
Hankyung let out an exasperated sight, they would make him old before his time.
“Fine,” he agreed, and followed Ryeowook and Henry back into their bedroom.
Title: Harmonizing
Pairing(s): SuJu T
Kink/Prompt: SuJu T Orgy
Rating: R
Summary: PWP
Leeteuk drives himself into Kangin, dragging a deep moan from the man kneeling under him. He feels a cock pushing insistently at his cheek and turns his face to swallow Shindong as deep as he can. The larger man groans as he grabs Leeteuk’s hair, fucks that tiny, innocent looking mouth. This is how Leeteuk looks his most beautiful, with a cock in his mouth and his in someone’s ass. The fan girl’s with their ideas of what their sweet angel should and should not do can go fuck themselves for all Shindong cares. He thrusts again and Leeteuk closes his eyes and moans around his cock, sending vibrations dancing up Shindong’s cock and making his balls tighten. He times his thrusts with Leeteuk’s pumping into Kangin, a rhythm that comes to them as naturally as breathing. He fights the urge to close his eyes and lose himself to Leeteuk’s talented mouth, the sight in front of him too beautiful to miss.
Heechul is laid out under Kangin, sucking his cock and trusting him to hold his own weight while Leeteuk fucks him raw. Best way too use Rella’s sharp tongue as far as Shindong is concerned,. Whenever Heechul starts getting out of hand, Shindong just sticks his cock in the princess’ mouth and let him suck for all he is worth. Heechul’s legs are thrown over Eunhyuk’s shoulders, the dancer calling out “Sungmin, Heechul, Sungmin, fuck me,” as he rams himself into Heechul, gripping his hips so tightly Shindong knows Heechul will bitch about it tomorrow and god help Eunhyuk then.
“I am,” Sungmin responds as he bites Eunhyuk’s neck, reminding him just who is hitting his sweet spot. Eunhyuk moans at the pain, and Sungmin bites down harder. Eunhyuk is the first to come, Eunhyuk is always the first to come, reaching down blindly to tug at Heechul’s straining erection to send him tumbling with him.
It is Kangin that comes next, spilling himself into Heechul’s welcoming mouth, his contractions taking Leeteuk with him. Leeteuk is their leader, however, and even while his world explodes around him, he works diligently at Shindong’s cock, making sure he joins them. Sungmin shoves a suddenly sleepy Eunhyuk out of the way and takes his place in front of Heechul. His thrusts are fast and without any sort of rhythm, racing for the finish line the others already reached. Heechul comes, spilling over Sungmin’s hand and his own abs and chest, bringing Sungmin over the edge with him. They collapse into a pile of limbs, not knowing where one ends and the other begins, but knowing exactly who they are and where they belong.
Leeteuk smiles as he falls asleep. They weren’t left behind, they weren’t rejected because they weren’t ‘good’ enough for the new market, they stayed because they already had a place to belong. They were back, and they were harmonizing as beautifully as ever.
Title: Balcony Encounter
Pairing(s): Lee Junki/Kibum
Prompt: Capnolagnia - arousal from watching others smoke
Rating: R
Summary: Kibum is not as alone on the balcony as he thought.
Dedicated to
beililee who was kind enought to say she liked it even though it was terribly ooc.
Kibum stepped out into the balcony with a sigh of relief. He hated these ‘lets get to know each other before we start filming’ gatherings. No one could care less about ‘bonding’ or ‘getting comfortable with each other’ or whatever the hell they were supposed to be doing here. He could be back at the dorm like all the other members who had the night off and spend time with the SJM members. They were only here until tomorrow, and he hadn’t even had a chance to say hello yet. Damn it, he missed them. He would never tell them, he wouldn’t show it, he wouldn’t even admit it to himself aloud, but he did. Instead, he was stuck here with a bunch of people he couldn’t care less about and producers congratulating themselves on managing to sign not one, but two of the biggest names in acting at the moment.
He sighed again and leaned against the rail, looking down thirteen stories onto the street below and for a few seconds fantasized about climbing down and making a run for it. He thought it a great idea and only the small problem of his certain death stopped him form going through with it.
He wondered what the fans would say if he let it out that he stood in the thirteenth floor of a building and thought of the SJM members he hadn’t seen in a while. They probably would have a field day with it, omens, banners, and the world coming to an end. He let out an inelegant snort, laughing at his own ridiculous thoughts and wished Heechul and Hankyung were there to make fun of him.
“Long night?” came a low voice from behind him. Kibum spun around quickly, surprised to find he was not quite as alone as previously thought.
He gave an awkward smile at seeing his costar standing behind him, shoulders slumped, hands in his jacket pockets, and face in shadows. “The usual, how about you?”
“These things bore me out of my mind, just shoot me now and save me from the misery.” Junki shoved himself away from the wall and ambled towards Kibum, “we all know each other, or at least, of each other, must we really sit through awkward conversation when we could be resting before beginning three straight months of early morning calls and overnight shootings?”
He stood in front of Kibum, a little closer than necessary, but Kibum just put it off as a way to fight off the evening chill. They had worked together in enough variety shows to be comfortable around each other, if not exactly the best of friends. Junki pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket, Kibum wasn’t familiar with the brand, but they hardly looked like your run of the mill convenience store variety.
He first offered one to Kibum, “No thanks.” Heechul would kill him if he swung by the dorms reeking of smoke. Since he had given up smoking, this obviously meant everyone had to give up smoking.
“Suit yourself,” replied Junki as he put his own cigarette to his mouth, sucking on it gently as he held the flame steady to light the cherry. He exhaled, the sweet smoke surrounding them. It smelled exotic, as Kibum had guessed, not your average cigarette.
As Junki brought the cigarette to his lips again, Kibum was mesmerized by the graceful way he moved, the way he gently inserted it into his mouth and pulled, wrapping his lips around the filter, holding in the smoke and savoring it, then exhaling in one long breath. He was surprised to find himself hardening. He had seen other people smoke, plenty of times, this was NOT supposed to be happening. He prayed Junki wouldn’t notice, but with the lights from inside the room flooding from the open balcony doors and surrounding them, he didn’t know how he wouldn’t. He could always just turn his back to Junki, but that would be incredibly rude and he had to work with this man for the next three months. Besides, he was pressed against the rail, to turn, he would have to step forward, rubbing what he hoped would go unnoticed into Junki.
Junki noticed his attention and passed the cigarette to Kibum. Kibum took a deep drag, trying to figure out a way of getting out of his predicament without humiliating himself or damaging a work relationship. Junki dragged his tongue around his lips, savoring the sweet aftertaste and Kibum promptly choked on his lungful of smoke.
“Not a smoker, huh?” Junki laughed, taking the cigarette back from Kibum, putting it between his lips and coming even closer to reach around and pat Kibum’s back.
He didn’t move back even after Kibum stopped choking, smoking in what to him seemed comfortable silence but to Kibum was exquisite torture. Butt to mouth, inhale, hold, exhale, a pattern that seemed never ending, with each drag Kibum became even harder, and he feared he might come in his pants at any second.
Finally it ended, Junki took is last drag and Kibum breathed a sight of relief. His plan was to wait until Junki turned to put out his cigarette in on of the ashtrays located at each corner of the balcony and make his escape through the doors and into the closest restroom available.
It all went terribly, horribly wrong, when instead of turning to the ashtrays, Junki leaned past Kibum to put the cigarette out on the rail behind Kibum, brining his body into close contact with Kibum, and with Kibum’s more than obvious arousal. Kibum closed his eyes as he felt Junki stiffen against him, and wondered if it was too late to implement his climb down the side of the building and make a run for it plan. Suddenly certain death sounded like less of a draw back.
Then things got a hell of a lot worse, or better, Kibum wasn’t quite sure at this point. “Not as bored as I thought,“ Junki whispered as he palmed Kibum’s erection through his trousers.
Kibum let out an involuntary whimper, after being hard for so long, friction felt wonderful, and he couldn’t help but thrust against Junki’s palm.
He felt more than saw Junki move to stand firmly in front of him, fingers quickly unclasping the front of his pants and slipping into his boxers.
“What are you doing? The balcony doors are open, anyone could see us.” exclaimed Kibum in a forceful voice, or what he had hoped would be a forceful voice, but instead came out sounding like a plea.
“Well, better not make a sound then.” Junki gathered the precum that leaked from the tip of Kibum’s cock, rubbing fast and rough.
Kibum didn’t take long to come, he had been hard for too long and Junki knew what he was doing with that hand. He threw his head back as he came all over the inside of his pants, and would have been glad they were dark had he been coherent enough to think.
Junki pulled his hand back, licking his fingers and tasting Kibum on them. He took a quick look behind them making sure they were still alone. He leaned forward too fast for Kibum to even realize what he was doing, inserted his hand back into Kibum’s pants, running his middle finger up and into Kibum‘s ass as he kissed him quickly, tasting bittersweet and oh so right.
He stepped back, “See you tomorrow,” he said, as if nothing more than a talk on the balcony had taken place between them. Kibum stared at him incredulously as he made his way across the room crowded with their colleagues.
“Junki!” he called before Junki got on the elevator, “bring the smokes.”
A smile and a quick nod was his only reply as the elevator doors closed.
Kibum closed his eyes and smiled. Heechul was going to kill him as soon as he got a whiff of him.
Title: Mine
Pairing(s): YehWook
Kink/Prompt: One of them is jealous of how much attention the other is getting from someone else. Awkward-sort-of-angry-sex ensues?
Rating: R
Summary: Yesung reminds Ryeowook just who it is that he belongs to.
“Don’t think I don’t notice, do you think I’m blind?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m not an idiot, don’t talk to me like I’m a child.”
“Let go of my wrist, you’re hurting me.”
“Did Henry hurt you when he fucked you? Did he? You probably liked it, begged for it, screamed for him to fuck you harder, you slut.” Yesung shoved Ryeowook away from him, disgusted with him but more disgusted with himself for losing control. Ryeowook always made him crazy.
“Nothing happened, it’s just fan service Yesung, you know that.”
“Fan service? Is that what we do too? Is it fan service when I fuck you fast and dirty backstage and you bite your lip until you bleed because people could hear us? Is that the type of ‘service’ you’ve been giving him.”
Yesung’s voice was low and controlled, rough velvet hiding the rage within. Ryeowook knew it was this Yesung that was dangerous, not the Yesung that screamed and threatened, so he chose his words carefully.
“It’s not like that with him, it’s not like that with anyone but you.”
“You’re fucking right it isn’t!”
Ryeowook found himself face down on the bed with his pants around his ankles. He knew he’d been pushing the fan service thing too much with Henry, but to get this response out of Yesung who was normally so cool and collected, it was all worth it.
Yesung shoved two fingers into Ryeowook before he was ready and Ryeowook moaned into the pillow, pain and pleasure piercing though him and straight to his cock.
“I’m going to remind you who you belong to, and by the time I’m done, you won’t even remember Henry, much less think of letting him touch you, ever.”
He rustled through his drawer, finding the lube quickly and preparing Ryeowook with quick, rough hands, and not enough, slipped on a condom and shoved his erection into that velvet inferno that was his and only his.
Ryeowook moaned into the bed cover, tried to find purchase with his hands to push back against Yesung’s thrusts, but the angle was all wrong and all he could do was lay with his face against the pillow, begging Yesung to make him come.
“Yes, please, more, oh god, it’s not enough, I need more.”
Yesung pumped in and out of Ryeowook, his sleek muscles rippling across his back sweaty with exertion. He reached around the smaller boy and pulled his cock, one, two, three rough pulls and stopped.
“Say my name, I want you to know who’s fucking you.”
“Yesung, Yesung, oh god, please!”
Yesung leaned over and licked Ryeowook’s ear, shoving even deeper into him. “Not god, Yesung.”
With Ryeowook’s cock in his hand, Yesung thrust in and out, his hand fast and rough, thumb scratching over his head in ways he knew from experience drove Ryeowook crazy. With Ryeowook’s moans as reassurance that he was hitting the right spot, he let his body take over and lost himself in the sensation of fucking Ryeowook, sharp hips, burning heat, and loud panting breaths.
Ryeowook came, his screams loud and long, and the knowledge that they could hear him in the living room, that Henry could hear him, send Yesung over the edge after him.
Yesung collapsed on top of Ryeowook’s frail looking body, which he knew was anything but.
“Mine, mine, mine.” He whispered as he fell asleep.
“Always” Ryeowook replied and if Yesung had been awake, he would have seen his smile of satisfaction.
Title: The Problem With Your Singing
Pairing(s): ZhouHyun
Kink/Prompt: Gags
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Zhou Mi has a problem with KyuHyun's singing.
“Why should I wear a gag again?”
“Because of your moaning.”
“What the hell is wrong with my moaning?”
“It sounds like your singing.”
“What the hell is wrong with my singing?”
“Nothing is wrong with your singing.”
“Do you not like my singing?”
“I love your singing, you’re the best voice in Super Junior.”
“Then why do I have to wear the gag?”
“Because your singing is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, it gives me a hard on from the moment you open your mouth and I end up coming all over my pants and having to film all day with dirty underwear. Your moaning sounds like your singing and your singing makes me come. I want to fuck you for more than thirty seconds, so shut the fuck up, put on the damn gag, and drop your pants so I can fuck you through the mattress NOW!” shouted Zhou Mi.
Kyuhyun had never moved so fast in his life before.
Title: Lies We Tell Ourselves
Pairing(s): KiHae
Kink/Prompt: Shower!sex and/or Pool!sex
Rating: R
Summary: Donghae belongs to Kibum, Eunhyuk just doesn't know it yet.
“What are you doing in here?”
“Eunhyuk and Heechul are both out, no one will be around for hours.”
“That’s not an excuse.”
“That’s what you said last time.”
“This is wrong, we need to stop.”
“Then why do you keep leaving the door unlocked?”
Kibum coiled his arms around Donghae’s thin frame, blazing a hot path with his tongue up his neck, tasting water, soap, and sweat he hadn’t given him time to wash off.
“No, we can’t, they’ll find out.”
“They’ll never know, what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”
“They deserve better than this, they deserve better than us.”
Kibum slid his hand down Donghae’s abs, feeling their tautness and further down, grabbing Donghae’s cock which was already half way erect, making a mockery out of his protestations.
He went to work making sure Donghae’s cock stood fully erect, his mouth watering just at the thought of it. His other hand slid through the suds on Donghae’s body, pinching his nipples, hurting him the way Eunhyuk wouldn’t. He sucked on the marks Eunhyuk had left on his body, livid purple, marking his property, and pretended they were his.
He sneered, Eunhyuk had probably spent hours gently sucking until the skin became irritated enough to bruise, while the whole time Donghae would have been wishing for rougher hands and painful bites.
“Le.. Leave” Donghae stuttered.
Kibum shoved him against the shower wall, water falling on both of them, a wet, slick world, where nothing made sense but everything felt right. He dropped to his knees, gave one last tug with his fist, and took Donghae into his mouth.
Fire, Donghae was fire and passion and his ticket to hell. Heechul was ice and fury and distance. Kibum needed Donghae’s warmth to remind himself that he was still human, even if they both had to burn for it.
Donghae thrust into Kibum’s mouth, mesmerized by the sight of Kibum’s plump lips sliding over his cock. The slurping noises of pure joy Kibum made drowning out the sound of the water hitting his back.
“Tell me to leave.” Kibum smiled up at Donghae, his smile mocking and desperate at once.
“Do.. Don’t stop” whispered Donghae, his voice broken, but his eyes more alive than they ever were outside their sordid meetings.
Kibum stood up, pulling Donghae close with one hand and grabbing Heechul’s conditioner with the other. Cock against cock, chests so close together even the pounding water couldn’t come between them, mouths fused with desperation and lust.
He slipped two fingers into Donghae, the older boy's moans feeding his own need. In and out, in and out, stretching, exploring, claiming.
“Brace yourself.” He spun Donghae around and slid into him with no other warning.
Donghae threw his arms against the wall barely avoiding slamming his face into the tile in time. Each thrust from Kibum made his head pound against braced forearms and heat uncoil low in his belly.
Reaching around, Kibum took into his hand what was his, Eunhyuk and Donghae just didn’t know it yet.
Hard and fast, that’s how Donghae liked it.
“He…doesn’t…deserve…you.” Kibum panted, pulling roughly at Donghae’s cock, using the pre cum as lubrication.
“He loves me,” Donghae replied, following with a long, low moan as Kibum hit that spot which made him go blind.
“But…can…he…make…you…burn." Kibum gave one last powerful thrust, squeezing Donghae’s cock to an almost painful degree as he spilled himself inside him, claiming what someone else already owned.
Pain and pleasure mixed together with the lure of the forbidden, that’s what Kibum gave Donghae, that’s what allowed Donghae to make it through the day. Knowing that this was waiting for him, around the next corner, in a restroom stall, in a closet, in his own bed while Eunhyuk slept next to him, Kibum was always there.
He came against the bathroom tile, white heat exploding over petal pink. It was wrong, it was cruel, he loved every second of it and hated himself for it.
“Get out”
Kibum grabbed his chin and gave his a bruising kiss, full of teeth, tongue, and promises of what Eunhyuk couldn’t give him.
“Next time he touches you, next time you have to quietly lay under him and let him empty himself above you while you lay there bored out of your mind, come to me afterwards. Just come to me.”
“Get out!”
“Also, next time he fucks you, try not to moan my name, if he hits me again, I’ll kill the bastard.”
Donghae knelt in the falling water long after Kibum was gone. He reminded himself that the one he loved was Eunhyuk, and for a second, he almost believed it.
Title: If It Had To Do With Aliens, It Had To Do With Donghae
Pairing(s): HenWook
Kink/Prompt:the aliens made them do it
Rating: R
Summary: When Hankyung hears that it was aliens that destroyed his livingroom, he goes in search of Donghae.
When Hankyung arrived at their apartment to find the living room in shambles and Ryeowook and Henry sitting in the middle of it all eating ice cream, he was at somewhat of a loss. This were his good kids, well, technically, they were all good kids, but these two seemed the ones less likely to cause such havoc. When pressed for an explanation, Henry looked earnestly into his face and said, “The aliens made us do it.”
Now, Hankyung wasn’t sure how aliens had made Henry and Ryeowook break his couch, but if it had to do with aliens, it had to do with Donghae. This had been a fact in his life ever since he had met the younger man, and he doubted this would be any different.
He strode off in the direction of Siwon’s room, looking for Donghae.
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Henry stared at the boy splayed naked across the living room couch. He was like no one he had ever met back home. Back home, boys were boys. Crude, boring, only concerned with getting into girl’s pants, ordinary boys. Here, they were something else. Here, boys were idols, beautiful and charismatic, perfection heightened to a degree where their appeal superseded such mundane concerns such as gender and sexual orientation. Henry felt like an impostor standing in their midst.
And now, here was the most beautiful of them all, offering himself up for Henry to take, sacrificing himself to the beast that was Henry’s lustful hunger. His skin was golden honey, his lips moist with the dew that graced the sweetest petals, his razor sharp cheekbones spoke of royalty in his ancestry. Back home, this boy would have been ridiculed, mocked and made to suffer for his beauty and feminine grace. Here, he was revered, raised to the status of a god, worshiped by countless fan girls. Henry wasn’t worthy, he wasn’t….
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Henry. It’ a blow job, not a virgin sacrifice, get on with it.” sniped Ryeowook from the couch, growing annoyed with the boy’s worshipful gaze.
“Damn it Wookie, why do you always have to ruin the moment.”
“The moment was turning into an hour, and in case you haven’t noticed, I’m laying naked in the middle of the living room.”
“Fine.” Henry dropped to his knees in front of the couch and took Ryeowook into his mouth with the ease of long practice.
Ryeowook closed his eyes blissfully, his hands automatically going to Henry’s silky hair and slowly fucking his mouth. If he pushed a little harder than necessary, well, it was Henry’s own damn fault for taking so long and being so damn good.
It didn’t take Henry long to get Ryeowook off, he knew just what he liked. Long broad swipes with the flat of his tongue, teasing the head with barely there licks only to swallow him whole the next second and suck for all he was worth. When Ryeowook came in his mouth, Henry closed his eyes in satisfaction at a job well done and swallowed as much as he could.
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“Donghae!” thundered Hankyung form Siwon’s door, “Would you be so kind as to explain why we now have a broken couch and coffee table?”
Donghae looked up guiltily from whatever he found so fascinating in Siwon’s lap and Siwon shot Hankyung a death glare.
“It was Henry and Ryeowook, they broke it!”
“What is this about an alien.”
“Well,” Donghae hesitated, but the look on Hankyung’s face let him know that he better talk, and talk fast.
“Well, see, I was walking home today because manager hyung had to run off to deal with an emergency and I ran into this green alien and it was really cool hyung, because the alien knew my name and everything, and it wanted my autograph, and I thought it was really cool how we were famous even in outer space so I stopped to talk for a bit and it turns out aliens like couples too, she said she really liked the HenWook pairing, that it was really cute, and that it would make her really happy if HenWook did more fan service stuff in public, that all her friends would like it too, so I told Henry and Ryeowook that I would pay them if they did it in public, but they didn’t want to, so I told them in the living room because the aliens probably have x ray vision, she had really big eyes hyung, and that’s how they broke the couch and the coffee table, but I was on Siwon‘s lap the whole time so I didn‘t break anything, and don‘t you think it‘s cool how aliens speak Korean?”
Donghae buried his face in Siwon’s neck after delivering his speech all in one breath and Hankyung tried his best to remain calm. His admiration for Leeteuk went up even more, which was hard to believe since it was already pretty damn high.
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“Ok, my turn,” said Henry after he had given Ryeowook time to recuperate.
“No,” Ryeowook rose from the couch and headed in the direction of the kitchen.
“Why the hell not?” asked a shocked Henry, after all, turnabout was fair play and he had done his part.
“I’m not giving you a blowjob in the living room, are you crazy?”
With an outraged cry, Henry launched himself at Ryeowook, sending them both flying into the opposite couch and tipping it backwards. They landed in a pile of tangled limbs with a loud crack echoing in the air.
“Get off me,” protested Ryeowook glancing around at the remains of the couch, “management really should invest in higher quality furniture.”
“Not until you tell me why I’m not getting a blow job in return.”
“Because giving a blow job in the living room is gauche, now, I have some whipped cream in the kitchen, if you can get yourself naked and prepped while I go get it, I’ll fuck you raw and show you the wonderful things we can do with it, ok?”
In response, Henry jumped off Ryeowook and flew into their bedroom sending the coffee table flying in his wake and not even noticing he had ran into it.
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“Donghae,” said Hankyung as calmly as he could, “did you see it outside the space museum that’s on the way home?”
“Yes, why?” asked Donghae, his curiosity enough to make him lift his face from Siwon’s neck.
“Did it ever occur to you that it could be a person dressed as an alien?”
“Why would they do that?”
Giving up Donghae as a lost cause, Hankyung turned to face Ryeowook and Henry.
“You two knew better, why didn’t you tell him?”
They both looked at Hankyung like he had two heads.
“Um, maybe because he was offering us money to have sex which we would have done anyways?” Henry finally says.
Hankyung grabbed the bridge of his nose and breathed deeply, he honestly didn’t know how Leeteuk dealt with being in charged of twelve of them. He was going crazy with just six.
“If it will make you feel better,” Ryeowook spoke up with an interested look, “ we still have some of that whipped cream we’d be willing to share with you.
Hankyung let out an exasperated sight, they would make him old before his time.
“Fine,” he agreed, and followed Ryeowook and Henry back into their bedroom.
Title: Harmonizing
Pairing(s): SuJu T
Kink/Prompt: SuJu T Orgy
Rating: R
Summary: PWP
Leeteuk drives himself into Kangin, dragging a deep moan from the man kneeling under him. He feels a cock pushing insistently at his cheek and turns his face to swallow Shindong as deep as he can. The larger man groans as he grabs Leeteuk’s hair, fucks that tiny, innocent looking mouth. This is how Leeteuk looks his most beautiful, with a cock in his mouth and his in someone’s ass. The fan girl’s with their ideas of what their sweet angel should and should not do can go fuck themselves for all Shindong cares. He thrusts again and Leeteuk closes his eyes and moans around his cock, sending vibrations dancing up Shindong’s cock and making his balls tighten. He times his thrusts with Leeteuk’s pumping into Kangin, a rhythm that comes to them as naturally as breathing. He fights the urge to close his eyes and lose himself to Leeteuk’s talented mouth, the sight in front of him too beautiful to miss.
Heechul is laid out under Kangin, sucking his cock and trusting him to hold his own weight while Leeteuk fucks him raw. Best way too use Rella’s sharp tongue as far as Shindong is concerned,. Whenever Heechul starts getting out of hand, Shindong just sticks his cock in the princess’ mouth and let him suck for all he is worth. Heechul’s legs are thrown over Eunhyuk’s shoulders, the dancer calling out “Sungmin, Heechul, Sungmin, fuck me,” as he rams himself into Heechul, gripping his hips so tightly Shindong knows Heechul will bitch about it tomorrow and god help Eunhyuk then.
“I am,” Sungmin responds as he bites Eunhyuk’s neck, reminding him just who is hitting his sweet spot. Eunhyuk moans at the pain, and Sungmin bites down harder. Eunhyuk is the first to come, Eunhyuk is always the first to come, reaching down blindly to tug at Heechul’s straining erection to send him tumbling with him.
It is Kangin that comes next, spilling himself into Heechul’s welcoming mouth, his contractions taking Leeteuk with him. Leeteuk is their leader, however, and even while his world explodes around him, he works diligently at Shindong’s cock, making sure he joins them. Sungmin shoves a suddenly sleepy Eunhyuk out of the way and takes his place in front of Heechul. His thrusts are fast and without any sort of rhythm, racing for the finish line the others already reached. Heechul comes, spilling over Sungmin’s hand and his own abs and chest, bringing Sungmin over the edge with him. They collapse into a pile of limbs, not knowing where one ends and the other begins, but knowing exactly who they are and where they belong.
Leeteuk smiles as he falls asleep. They weren’t left behind, they weren’t rejected because they weren’t ‘good’ enough for the new market, they stayed because they already had a place to belong. They were back, and they were harmonizing as beautifully as ever.
Title: Balcony Encounter
Pairing(s): Lee Junki/Kibum
Prompt: Capnolagnia - arousal from watching others smoke
Rating: R
Summary: Kibum is not as alone on the balcony as he thought.
Dedicated to
beililee who was kind enought to say she liked it even though it was terribly ooc.
Kibum stepped out into the balcony with a sigh of relief. He hated these ‘lets get to know each other before we start filming’ gatherings. No one could care less about ‘bonding’ or ‘getting comfortable with each other’ or whatever the hell they were supposed to be doing here. He could be back at the dorm like all the other members who had the night off and spend time with the SJM members. They were only here until tomorrow, and he hadn’t even had a chance to say hello yet. Damn it, he missed them. He would never tell them, he wouldn’t show it, he wouldn’t even admit it to himself aloud, but he did. Instead, he was stuck here with a bunch of people he couldn’t care less about and producers congratulating themselves on managing to sign not one, but two of the biggest names in acting at the moment.
He sighed again and leaned against the rail, looking down thirteen stories onto the street below and for a few seconds fantasized about climbing down and making a run for it. He thought it a great idea and only the small problem of his certain death stopped him form going through with it.
He wondered what the fans would say if he let it out that he stood in the thirteenth floor of a building and thought of the SJM members he hadn’t seen in a while. They probably would have a field day with it, omens, banners, and the world coming to an end. He let out an inelegant snort, laughing at his own ridiculous thoughts and wished Heechul and Hankyung were there to make fun of him.
“Long night?” came a low voice from behind him. Kibum spun around quickly, surprised to find he was not quite as alone as previously thought.
He gave an awkward smile at seeing his costar standing behind him, shoulders slumped, hands in his jacket pockets, and face in shadows. “The usual, how about you?”
“These things bore me out of my mind, just shoot me now and save me from the misery.” Junki shoved himself away from the wall and ambled towards Kibum, “we all know each other, or at least, of each other, must we really sit through awkward conversation when we could be resting before beginning three straight months of early morning calls and overnight shootings?”
He stood in front of Kibum, a little closer than necessary, but Kibum just put it off as a way to fight off the evening chill. They had worked together in enough variety shows to be comfortable around each other, if not exactly the best of friends. Junki pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket, Kibum wasn’t familiar with the brand, but they hardly looked like your run of the mill convenience store variety.
He first offered one to Kibum, “No thanks.” Heechul would kill him if he swung by the dorms reeking of smoke. Since he had given up smoking, this obviously meant everyone had to give up smoking.
“Suit yourself,” replied Junki as he put his own cigarette to his mouth, sucking on it gently as he held the flame steady to light the cherry. He exhaled, the sweet smoke surrounding them. It smelled exotic, as Kibum had guessed, not your average cigarette.
As Junki brought the cigarette to his lips again, Kibum was mesmerized by the graceful way he moved, the way he gently inserted it into his mouth and pulled, wrapping his lips around the filter, holding in the smoke and savoring it, then exhaling in one long breath. He was surprised to find himself hardening. He had seen other people smoke, plenty of times, this was NOT supposed to be happening. He prayed Junki wouldn’t notice, but with the lights from inside the room flooding from the open balcony doors and surrounding them, he didn’t know how he wouldn’t. He could always just turn his back to Junki, but that would be incredibly rude and he had to work with this man for the next three months. Besides, he was pressed against the rail, to turn, he would have to step forward, rubbing what he hoped would go unnoticed into Junki.
Junki noticed his attention and passed the cigarette to Kibum. Kibum took a deep drag, trying to figure out a way of getting out of his predicament without humiliating himself or damaging a work relationship. Junki dragged his tongue around his lips, savoring the sweet aftertaste and Kibum promptly choked on his lungful of smoke.
“Not a smoker, huh?” Junki laughed, taking the cigarette back from Kibum, putting it between his lips and coming even closer to reach around and pat Kibum’s back.
He didn’t move back even after Kibum stopped choking, smoking in what to him seemed comfortable silence but to Kibum was exquisite torture. Butt to mouth, inhale, hold, exhale, a pattern that seemed never ending, with each drag Kibum became even harder, and he feared he might come in his pants at any second.
Finally it ended, Junki took is last drag and Kibum breathed a sight of relief. His plan was to wait until Junki turned to put out his cigarette in on of the ashtrays located at each corner of the balcony and make his escape through the doors and into the closest restroom available.
It all went terribly, horribly wrong, when instead of turning to the ashtrays, Junki leaned past Kibum to put the cigarette out on the rail behind Kibum, brining his body into close contact with Kibum, and with Kibum’s more than obvious arousal. Kibum closed his eyes as he felt Junki stiffen against him, and wondered if it was too late to implement his climb down the side of the building and make a run for it plan. Suddenly certain death sounded like less of a draw back.
Then things got a hell of a lot worse, or better, Kibum wasn’t quite sure at this point. “Not as bored as I thought,“ Junki whispered as he palmed Kibum’s erection through his trousers.
Kibum let out an involuntary whimper, after being hard for so long, friction felt wonderful, and he couldn’t help but thrust against Junki’s palm.
He felt more than saw Junki move to stand firmly in front of him, fingers quickly unclasping the front of his pants and slipping into his boxers.
“What are you doing? The balcony doors are open, anyone could see us.” exclaimed Kibum in a forceful voice, or what he had hoped would be a forceful voice, but instead came out sounding like a plea.
“Well, better not make a sound then.” Junki gathered the precum that leaked from the tip of Kibum’s cock, rubbing fast and rough.
Kibum didn’t take long to come, he had been hard for too long and Junki knew what he was doing with that hand. He threw his head back as he came all over the inside of his pants, and would have been glad they were dark had he been coherent enough to think.
Junki pulled his hand back, licking his fingers and tasting Kibum on them. He took a quick look behind them making sure they were still alone. He leaned forward too fast for Kibum to even realize what he was doing, inserted his hand back into Kibum’s pants, running his middle finger up and into Kibum‘s ass as he kissed him quickly, tasting bittersweet and oh so right.
He stepped back, “See you tomorrow,” he said, as if nothing more than a talk on the balcony had taken place between them. Kibum stared at him incredulously as he made his way across the room crowded with their colleagues.
“Junki!” he called before Junki got on the elevator, “bring the smokes.”
A smile and a quick nod was his only reply as the elevator doors closed.
Kibum closed his eyes and smiled. Heechul was going to kill him as soon as he got a whiff of him.