Welcome to PCU! (Behind the Scenes: Episode 1 - Dongwoon)

Aug 29, 2011 04:00

Title: Welcome to PCU! (Pleasure Cruise University)
Author: leejaehwa7
Fandom: BEAST/Infinite/Big Bang/MBLAQ/Block B/SHINee/more
Couples: BEAST/OT6, Woohyun/Sunggyu, Myungsoo/Sungyeol/Sungjong, Joon/Mir, Zico/Kyung, Jonghyun/Key, GD/TOP, more
Chapters: 5/?
Rating: NC-17 (mostly)
Disclaimer: I don’t own these lovely guys but the plot is definitely concocted by my pervy mind ^_^
Summary: Pleasure Cruise University (PCU) is an all boys school on the sea that specifically caters to the wealthy elites of society. The school provides the perfect place for males with healthy sex drives, who wish to have fun before entering into family businesses. The school may seem like a playground for adults, but it teaches something more than outsiders can ever understand.
A/N: I decided to do a Behind the Scenes (BTS) segment for PCU. The first one will be Dongwoon's night with Doojoon, so I hope everyone enjoys this little bit of detail. Sorry it took me a while to update. I really wanted to write sooner. <333 Love you all.





Episode 4


Dongwoon’s CAM:

I watched him across the dance floor, making his way from one partner to the next. It looked as if he had his eye on one guy in particular, but that turned into a failure when another rather short male pulled his cute dance partner off the dance floor protectively. Waiting, I continued to watch him move unfazed by the rejection to another partner.

Soon a slow and sultry song played through the speakers in the dimly lit room, I downed the rest of my drink and placed the cup on the bar before gliding towards the dance floor. My eyes were set on Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome or better known as student body representative Yoon Doojoon. From the moment I saw him at orientation I knew I had to see if the rumors were true. Key had told me many things about Doojoon, most importantly to stay away from him, but who would be able to resist someone as handsomely suave as the male before me.

Pushing thoughts of Key out of my mind, I reached my target. Placing my hand on his upper back, I slid my fingers teasingly down his spine, to his plump behind for a squeeze, and finally up around his waist making sure I grabbed his full attention. Stepping around his lean frame, I stand with my back facing him, moving my hips seductively. His hands wrap around my waist already pulling me close.

Closing my eyes, I smile to myself at how easy he is to manipulate. I can feel him grinding into me in rhythm with the beat of the music. The air in the club grows even more humid than before with the added body heat. The friction between us feels so intoxicatingly good.

My right hand reaches up and behind me to grab his head as he leans in to kiss my neck and nibble my ear. My fingers find refuge in his already sweaty locks of black silk. His hand creeps under my shirt and across my stomach. Maybe it’s the fact that we are in a crowded room, or the beat of the music mingling with the rhythm of our hearts, or simply the heat of the room that makes this situation so indescribably sexy.

Turning abruptly, I slide my leg between his and press into him. I feel the smirk form on his lips against my neck. He licks teasingly at the skin before whispering lowly, “Someone’s came to play.”

A moan slips my lips in response as his hand trails down to grip my backside. “Do you like what you see?” I ask blowing hot air into his ear while running my fingers up the back of his scalp. Tugging at his hair, I pull him back to face me as we continue to sway in one another’s clutches. His eyes are hooded with calculating lust as he examines my face. His fingernails graze at the skin of my lower back as I add, “Would you like to see more?”

Without a word, he takes my hand and pulls me off the dance floor towards the exit. We make it halfway to the elevators and he stops, pushing me against the wall, hand cushioning my head and pulling me forward to attack my lips with his own. His movements were smooth, a perfect combination of gentleness and roughness. My eyes close as I enjoy the feel of his hot mouth against mine, hungrily suckling at my lips. His hand leaves my head and perches against the wall as he leans back. “So, what’s your name cutie?” he sighs.

Panting, I reply, “Dongwoon.” Not liking the space between us, I fist my hands into the front of his shirt and pull him in for another lip lock. He chuckles while gripping my waist and tugging me down the hall still attached at the mouth. After doing an awkward shuffle, I step backwards biting my lip. “Let’s go to your room.”

With a simple nod, he grabbed my hand, turned, and lead me down the hall towards the elevators. He shifted in antsy anticipation as we waited for the door to open. Laughing I rushed him into the elevator and shoved him to the side planting kisses across his lips, jaw, and neck. The ding of the door opening as someone else entered pulled us back to our senses causing me to realize that we hadn’t pushed a deck number yet to get the elevator moving to our destination. Turning around to face the panel of buttons, I asked Doojoon what deck, in which he replied with the number seventeen. The other person pushed the number below ours.

Doojoon wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his head at the back of my neck whispering, “I can’t wait for us to be alone.” I shuddered reflexively as he nipped at my shoulder; tongue lapping at the irritated skin. As the other person quickly left the confined box, Doojoon added, “How is it that you taste so sweet?”

The way he continued suckling at my neck and shoulder stopped any coherent words from escaping my lips. His rough hands rubbing against my chest contrasted perfectly with his smooth lips roaming the upper part of my torso. My body curved against his wishing to be touched further and in much more detail.

Reluctantly we left the heat of the elevator and made our way stumbling down the hall to his room. He broke away from me in order to enter the code to unlock his door. With a resounding click, we finally found the privacy we were searching for. After another tingling kiss with tangoing tongues and roaming hands, Doojoon stepped away from me to turn the room’s light on.

I took a moment to survey my surroundings, realizing there are a lot of perks to being the student body representative. His room was much larger than any I had seen, especially my own. His bed was king sized and decorated with extra pillows. I felt as if I had walked into an old Victorian style bedroom. The furniture was a deep mahogany wood, everything grand in fashion. The walls a glowing hue of golden brown. The armchairs seemed regal. There was a large armoire instead of a closet and the small round table in the corner for dining had one large ornately carved leg down the center.

Moving around the room, my fingers trailed across the furniture within arm’s length. I could feel his eyes following my movements as I took everything in. Glancing backwards I noticed that he was leaning against the wall at the end of the hall with his arms folded across his chest. Smiling I turned my attention to a white cushioned masseuse table. I could tell what it was based on the small rounded headrest at the far end of the table.

Speaking my thoughts aloud, I stated, “Being student body representative must be a stressful job.” Turning to lean against the table, I made eye contact with the seductive male across the room. His arms dropped to his sides as he made his way towards me.

As he drew closer he replied, “I wouldn’t know yet. I’ve only seen the perks so far.” He placed his hands on either side of me resting against the table. “Would you like to be the first one to use this thing?”

That depends,” I teased. “Are you any good?” He dipped his head and brushed his lips up my neck and to my ear. “Honey,” he breathed, voice thick reflecting the word as it crossed his lips. “I’m the best.”

“Prove it,” I sighed closing my eyes as he licked my neck and caught the hem of my shirt pulling it up and over my head.

He admired my chest, running his hands from my shoulders down to my waist lifting me up to sit at the edge of the table. Spreading my legs, I place my hands around his neck asking for a kiss. With my added height, he had to tilt his head to meet my awaiting lips with a smile. His hands snake up my sides causing me to squirm under his touches unable to hide the fact that I was ticklish in those places. Luckily they didn’t linger for long before he was undoing my pants and stepping back in order to strip them from my body leaving me in nothing but my boxer-briefs.

Once he was close enough, I grabbed his shirt. “Someone’s a little over dressed for this party,” I stated. Doojoon chuckled before allowing me to take his shirt off. I mirrored his previous actions of allowing my hands to trail from his shoulder to his waist, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin against my fingertips. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his jeans, I lured him closer planting light kisses across his left clavicle towards his neck. “Where would you like to start?” I whispered seductively.

Remaining silent for a moment, he enjoyed my teasing. Eventually he pushed me back asking me to lie down as he moved to the small stand containing three drawers situated against the wall. Turning my head to the side as I shifted upwards on the table, I witnessed him pulling out a bottle of body oil. As I lie back completely, Doojoon made his way to my side rubbing the planes of my stomach. Leaning down to kiss the spot next to his hand and above my navel, I felt him mumble against my skin, “You are so fucking beautiful.”

I couldn’t stop the blush that creeps across my cheeks as his lips move up my torso to suckle at one of my nipples while caressing my lower abdomen. I let out a sigh as his lips released my sensitive skin. Leaning over me, he gazed down and asked, “Any massage in particular for you today?”

“Whatever the doctor orders,” I joked in response. The smile that spreads across his face reveals how much he likes the idea of making the shots.

Doojoon’s first decision is to run his hand further south until he is palming my half hard erection, eventually tugging off my underwear leaving me completely exposed. His left hand massaged my upper thigh as his right drizzled body oil over my torso. The cool liquid caused a small shiver to pass through me. He trailed his fingers across my body smearing the oil over my skin. The movements felt nice as he added pressure to my muscles using both hands to rub back and forth across my chest.

My eyes closed enjoying the maneuvers as his hands explored my body. He bypassed my midsection and massaged down my legs relaxing my entire body. His hands worked up my thighs, adding small amounts of pressure in minute circles. My erection throbbed as each circle brought him closer and closer. Peeking under my lids, I waited for him to make his move.

Soon oil slicked hands made contact with my aching heat. He rubbed upwards fondling my sac as he pressed my erection flat against my lower abdomen. After teasing me in that manner for sometime he switched to grabbing my erection and pumping upwards, alternating between hands, as one reached the tip the other would start at the base. His motions were slow and languid enough to drive me to insanity. He knew what he was doing to me because he chuckled and abandoned my pulsing red erection to give me an equally drawn out wet kiss. Ending with a simple swipe of his tongue to my lips he spoke. “I want you to suck me.”

I nodded in agreement before Doojoon helped me slide up on the table so that my head hung over the edge. I watched entranced as he stripped before me waiting for what was to come. He stood in front of me, allowing me to get a good view before he stepped forward.

Reaching up I take him in my hand, stroking a few times before accepting him into my mouth. Assisting in my attempt to take him in further, Doojoon pushed forward fractionally. He groaned giving another experimental push. I smiled slightly, pressing my tongue against the tip of his cock, sucking him in once more. His hands caressed my cheeks as he pushed in and out slowly, never going deep enough to choke me.

His hips moved in a slow rhythm as his hands glided across my chest, massaging my upper half while I sucked him to near explosion. He paused, clutching at my chest, holding back his release. Pulling away from my mouth he choked out the words, “Turn over.”

The order was simple, but after the intense rub down my muscles nearly forgot how to work and it took some time for me to roll over. The pressure now added to my lower half was uncomfortable, but the hands smothering my back with warm body oil was the perfect distraction.

Doojoon stepped back towards the stand with drawers grabbing a condom before making his way to the table. Laying my head to the side, I watch as he climbs up to straddle my legs, covering himself with the rubber. Hovering over me, he added pressure to his palms on my back, rubbing down my spine. His hands continue over my cheeks, squeezing a few times before moving upwards again. This routine repeated several times. I could feel his erection push against me each time he leaned forward, teasing me, making me moan for more.

Eventually his hands settled on my ass, massaging the muscle, playing with my entrance. His oiled finger slipped in slowly as his other hand continued rubbing soothing circles across my cheeks. Having relaxed greatly from the massage, his preparations seemed to go by quickly because I soon found myself with three full fingers pushing in and out of me tickling my g-spot.

Without a word, I felt his fingers leave my body to be replaced by his stiff cock. His hands slowly trailed up my frame as he inched his way inside. A sense of euphoria had already taken over my body with the constant attention of his hands, which overshadowed any pain felt when he pushed into me. Once fully in, he leaned forward kissing across my shoulders and down my back, pulling out and thrusting in again.

His breath ghosted across my skin as he continued to thrust in and out while hovering over me. My name escaped his lips numerous times. “Dongwoon,” he panted. “So hot. So good.”

Each time he pounded into me, he hit my prostate. He also caused enormous friction between my erection and the clothed covered table beneath me. It was all so much to handle and take in. My breathing became erratic as his hands glided up and down my sides, my back, caressing my cheeks, running through my hair, and touching me in all the right places. He knew my body screamed to be touched and he gave it to me. With each set of moans, he found a new spot to fondle and tease.

His motions slowed and I could hear his hurried breaths as he pulled out of me and slid off the table. Turning my head, I watched his movements. His hair stuck to his face as beads of sweat cascaded down his temples. I felt him tug at one of my legs. “I want you to stand,” he breathed, so I did.

Sliding one leg off the side followed by the other, I stood before him. He placed a hand to my cheek, guiding me in for a kiss. His tongue lapped at mine. His lips pressed against mine, mingling together perfectly. His teeth nipped at my lip as he finished the heated kiss, leaving me heavy lidded and panting for more.

He guided me to the end of the masseuse table, turning me so that my back faced him. His arms wrapped around my torso, stroking my chest and abdomen lovingly as he kissed my neck and shoulder. I perched my hands on the end of the table as he worked his magic on my body. “Are you ready?” he asked in a hushed voice.

I could already feel him pushing into me again as I nodded my head in reply to his question. Doojoon started out slow once more, until he pushed my upper half to rest on the table and his hands took purchase at my hips. He angled his thrusts in order to hit the right spot over and over again.

Hugging the table, I tried to remain grounded as he pounded into me repeatedly. I could feel his fingers digging into my hips as he pushed harder. Intense sensations ran up my spine and down my legs as he grinded into me. Soon he was holding onto the table for more stability as well. His thrusts became more and more erratic, pushing me to my edge, causing the already frenzied butterflies in my stomach to erupt. It felt so blindingly amazing.

The combination of his hard poundings and my final release turned my legs into jelly. He continued pushing, enjoying how I tensed around him riding out my high. Considering the intensity of his thrusts, I knew my legs would be bruised after hitting the edge of the table repeatedly, but it was worth it to feel this bliss.

Once he hit his mark, I felt him pull out quickly. Turning I witnessed him remove his condom and pump his erection until he released across my back. After finishing his high, his hands traveled across my oil slicked and sweaty skin, spreading his cum in the mix as he massaged my back. I didn’t have it in me to complain about becoming sticky because I was still in ecstasy.

Grinning he pulled me up to face him. Unable to really stand on my own, I rested against the table while wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him in for a listless kiss. It was slow, tongues barely moving against one another with lips pecking gently together. He smiled as I sighed, “You were amazing.”

“You weren’t half bad yourself,” he teased. “Definitely not a virgin,” he added while gripping my behind.

I laughed in response. “True, but I never had anyone with so much experience.”

“Well, I am the best,” he joked with a smirk. Pushing against his chest, I attempted to get away from him, but he kept a firm hold. “You’re not going anywhere tonight,” he explained, planting a kiss on my cheek.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” I stated, gaining stability and leading him towards his rather large bed.

Before we could make to the bed, he paused and separated from me. “Hold on,” he motioned with his hand and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the faucet for a moment, only to see him emerge later with a wet towel. He wiped me down with the cool cloth, simply stating, “I don’t want the bed to get too soiled with all this body oil.”

My skin felt nice being somewhat clean now, as I made my way beneath his covers to recover from the chill brought about by the wetness against my skin. He shifted close, encasing me in his arms from behind and breathing warmth into my being once more.

“Are you like this with everyone?” I wondered. Considering his Casanova reputation, I was curious as to how he treats everyone he hooks up with.

He nuzzled closer into my neck, nipping at the skin. “Only with the ones I really like,” he replied. “Does it bother you? Knowing that I hook up with everyone?”

I shook my head. “Not really.”

“Can I ask you something?” he questioned. “How do you know so much about my reputation? Most first years are oblivious and those that do know about me tend to stay away. Why are you different?”

Shifting in his arms, I turned so that I was facing him searching his curious eyes. Taking a deep breath I responded. “Well, I do have upperclassmen friends; and honestly, I just wanted to see what was so great about you, Yoon Doojoon.”

“And?”

“The rumors were definitely true,” I grinned. He laughed at my sincerity. “But you don’t seem as cruel as some people mentioned.”

His smile faltered.

“I guess it’s the morning after that changes everything, considering the mood will be gone then.” I shrugged and hugged him closer, speaking into his chest. “But that can wait until the morning, I want to enjoy this.”

Planting a few kisses to his bare skin, I smiled as his hands slowly moved against my back still giving me a small massage. His breath mingled with my hair and brushed against my scalp. In no time at all, I found myself entering dreamland in his soft embrace.

The next morning, I woke to find the bed empty and breakfast waiting for me on the beautiful mahogany table in the corner next to the window. Slipping out of bed, I pulled the thin white sheet with me to keep myself covered and warm. Plopping down in one of the chairs, I noticed a note propped against a glass of orange juice. Opening it, I read the message. “Don’t take it personally. ~DJ”

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A/N: HI!!! I hope this was as amazing as DW gushed about it being. IDK...wasn't really what I planned, but I guess it turned out well. Comments are always welcome ^___^

band: beast, rating: nc-17, pairing: doojoon/dongwoon, #fanfiction

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