Pornathon Fics Set Two
Non-Human Challenge
Where We Belong
Zhou Mi/Sungmin
Rating: NC-17
Zhou Mi is like a splash of color amidst the grey washing over Sungmin’s life.
Sometimes he wonders what would have happened to him, had the Chinese man not spilled the majority of his vanilla latte all over Sungmin’s brand new trench coat that morning. Sungmin had tried as hard as he could to be angry, but the moment he saw that smile, it was all over for him. Sometimes he wonders if Zhou Mi had planned it that way.
“Oh Shengmin, that’s just silly. You know everything happens for a reason.” Zhou Mi laughs and Sungmin can’t help but laugh with him. His smile is infectious; beautiful and enchanting.
It only takes two dates before they’re falling into Sungmin’s bed and Zhou Mi is kissing him like he’s the air he breathes. It’s all flailing limbs and girlish giggles, but Sungmin is sure he’s never seen anything as beautiful as Zhou Mi laid amongst his pillows, red hair fanned out around him like a halo.
“Why are you staring? Don’t keep me waiting.” You’re the one that’s beautiful, Shengmin; if only you knew. I wish I could take you away with me.
It’s ridiculous how quickly Zhou Mi goes from adorable to irresistible, but Sungmin supposes that’s just a part of his charm. He’s always been a bit of a contradiction, in all honesty. It wasn’t until the third time Sungmin had seen him that he realized how stunning Zhou Mi was; all the laughing and over enthusiasm had distracted him from the sharp line of his nose and the way his hair falls over one of his eyes when he tilts his head to the side.
“I never thought ruining your morning would get me here.” Would it scare you if I said I think I’m falling in love?
Everything he does is executed with tenderness and delicacy, as if he’s afraid Sungmin might disappear at any moment. Sungmin has never felt like this before, like he’s the most precious thing in Zhou Mi’s life, and it frightens him. Vulnerability has never suited him, but the gentle caress of Zhou Mi’s hands over every inch of skin he can reach and the kiss that’s more smile and eyes crinkling at the corners than anything makes it a little easier to forget the ache he was left with the last time he let someone in.
“Louder. I love the way you say my name.” I want to erase it all and be everything you need.
Sungmin can’t help the gasp that leaves his mouth when Zhou Mi gets his mouth around him, fingers pressing into his thighs and taking away any control he thought he had. Even the tight grip he has on those beautiful red locks does nothing to deter him, and instead seems to encourage him until Sungmin is screaming and Zhou Mi comes up to kiss him through the aftershocks with no care for the taste on his tongue.
“C-can I?” Whoever had you before didn’t deserve you.
Sungmin doesn’t hesitate for a moment. It’s his turn to reassure Zhou Mi, and he leans in for another drawn out kiss. He’s sure that he’s blushing, but the slow slide and careful stretch make him decide that nothing else matters. Zhou Mi has become his world in that moment; it’s terrifying and thrilling all at once.
“You’re trembling, Shengmin.” I’ll never hurt you, even if it means staying here.
Zhou Mi smiles when Sungmin tries to deny it, turning his head so he doesn’t have to look him in the eye. Sungmin knows how childish he looks, though Zhou Mi doesn’t seem to notice and drowns out his embarrassment with perfectly aimed thrusts that have him forgetting everything that isn’t Zhou Mi. He’s had lovers that were wonderful when it came to this, but there’s something so sincere in the way Zhou Mi looks at him that makes this different than anything he’s ever experienced. Sungmin tries to keep the noises to himself, but his hands are pulled away and pinned above his head.
“Come for me.” You’ll never be lonely again.
When Sungmin wakes the sheets are warm, but the red and gold feathers littering the bed and trailing to the bathroom startle him awake. Zhou Mi steps out and smiles at him, more feathers falling as he runs his fingers through his hair. Sungmin is speechless, and Zhou Mi kisses him before he can say anything.
“Good Morning.” We’ll be reborn and leave someday; back to the sky where we belong.
Entertainment Industry Challenge
Improvising
Hyukjae/Sungmin
Porn Star AU
Rating: NC-17
Warning: A bit of cross dressing.
Sungmin is pretty; the type that makes everyone imagine themselves as whoever has their hand in his hair and cock down his throat. He’s made his living begging for more and perfecting the bedroom eyes that has earned him the title of the most downloaded man five years running. Some people have a thing for his mouth, some for his eyes. Hyukjae has a thing for the curve of his back and words he whispers when the cameras have stopped rolling.
“You’ll catch flies like that,” Sungmin laughs as Hyukjae watches him pull the sheer black material up his legs, mouth gaping as if he’s never seen anything like it before. “What did you think something called ‘Personal Maid’ was going to involve?”
“I… Right. I suppose I’ve fucked you wearing stranger things before.” Hyukjae answers with a laugh, tying Sungmin’s apron behind him and taking a moment to appreciate the curve of the shorter man’s bare ass.
“I do recall you mentioning something about your penchant for lace panties at one point.” Sungmin practically purrs, flashing Hyukjae a devious grin and picking something up from the dressing table in front of them. Hyukjae has to will away the erection he isn’t supposed to have yet when he realizes it’s the same pair Sungmin was wearing when he had him bent over the back of his sofa on his birthday. It isn’t fair, really.
“You’re playing dirty.” Hyukjae manages to get out, turning away from the other man and taking a deep, steadying breath.
“You know I like getting you worked up, Hyukkie baby.” Sungmin breathes against the shell of his ear, arms slipping around his thin waist. “Make sure you’re nice and rough with me today. They’re giving you your pick of toys, and I know you won’t disappoint me.”
Hyukjae shivers when Sungmin’s heat leaves his body and spends his time gnawing his lower lip until the cameras start rolling and he’s got Sungmin bent over a polished mahogany desk.
“I- I’m sorry sir. I promise it won’t happen again.” Sungmin whimpers, perfect ass reddening and wiggling back and forth below Hyukjae’s hands. Even if it’s his job, Hyukjae knows the pleading, lustful look in his eyes isn’t just for show.
“I think you’re enjoying your punishment a little too much,” Hyukjae chuckles darkly, keeping the eye roll to himself from the clichéd dialogue. Another whine leaves Sungmin’s mouth and Hyukjae can’t help the aggressive streak that takes over as he yanks the lace panties down and exposes Sungmin completely before pushing two slick fingers into him. He knows he’s ignoring the script completely, but the hell he knows he’ll catch from the director later is going to be worth it. “This is what you wanted from the beginning, isn’t it? Kinky little bitch.”
Sungmin shudders at the tone Hyukjae’s voice has taken on and almost forgets the cameras surrounding them.
“You want me to fuck you? Make you scream until everyone knows how much you love my cock?” Hyukjae says just loud enough that the camera to catch it. “Or maybe I should put that pretty little mouth to good use, hmm?”
Sungmin doesn’t even have a chance to respond as Hyukjae pushes a small egg vibrator into him without warning and gets his other hand into Sungmin’s pretty blond hair, yanking his head back and sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of Sungmin’s neck. Hyukjae has always known exactly what he likes, and the tight grip he has on his hair as he turns him around and shoves him to his knees nearly has Sungmin coming on the spot.
Hyukjae’s silk robe falls from his slender frame and Sungmin licks his lips, salivating at the sight that meets him. He knows that working Hyukjae up always ends well for him, and the perfect curve of the other man’s cock bobbing against the flat pane of his stomach has Sungmin gripping Hyukjae’s hips and swallowing him whole before Hyukjae has a chance to tell him to. He almost looks startled, but a moan rumbles through him and his fingers grip Sungmin’s hair all over again, no hesitation in the way he starts to push himself between those perfect lips.
Some things are better without a script.
Where We Belong
Zhou Mi/Sungmin
Rating: NC-17
Zhou Mi is like a splash of color amidst the grey washing over Sungmin’s life.
Sometimes he wonders what would have happened to him, had the Chinese man not spilled the majority of his vanilla latte all over Sungmin’s brand new trench coat that morning. Sungmin had tried as hard as he could to be angry, but the moment he saw that smile, it was all over for him. Sometimes he wonders if Zhou Mi had planned it that way.
“Oh Shengmin, that’s just silly. You know everything happens for a reason.” Zhou Mi laughs and Sungmin can’t help but laugh with him. His smile is infectious; beautiful and enchanting.
It only takes two dates before they’re falling into Sungmin’s bed and Zhou Mi is kissing him like he’s the air he breathes. It’s all flailing limbs and girlish giggles, but Sungmin is sure he’s never seen anything as beautiful as Zhou Mi laid amongst his pillows, red hair fanned out around him like a halo.
“Why are you staring? Don’t keep me waiting.” You’re the one that’s beautiful, Shengmin; if only you knew. I wish I could take you away with me.
It’s ridiculous how quickly Zhou Mi goes from adorable to irresistible, but Sungmin supposes that’s just a part of his charm. He’s always been a bit of a contradiction, in all honesty. It wasn’t until the third time Sungmin had seen him that he realized how stunning Zhou Mi was; all the laughing and over enthusiasm had distracted him from the sharp line of his nose and the way his hair falls over one of his eyes when he tilts his head to the side.
“I never thought ruining your morning would get me here.” Would it scare you if I said I think I’m falling in love?
Everything he does is executed with tenderness and delicacy, as if he’s afraid Sungmin might disappear at any moment. Sungmin has never felt like this before, like he’s the most precious thing in Zhou Mi’s life, and it frightens him. Vulnerability has never suited him, but the gentle caress of Zhou Mi’s hands over every inch of skin he can reach and the kiss that’s more smile and eyes crinkling at the corners than anything makes it a little easier to forget the ache he was left with the last time he let someone in.
“Louder. I love the way you say my name.” I want to erase it all and be everything you need.
Sungmin can’t help the gasp that leaves his mouth when Zhou Mi gets his mouth around him, fingers pressing into his thighs and taking away any control he thought he had. Even the tight grip he has on those beautiful red locks does nothing to deter him, and instead seems to encourage him until Sungmin is screaming and Zhou Mi comes up to kiss him through the aftershocks with no care for the taste on his tongue.
“C-can I?” Whoever had you before didn’t deserve you.
Sungmin doesn’t hesitate for a moment. It’s his turn to reassure Zhou Mi, and he leans in for another drawn out kiss. He’s sure that he’s blushing, but the slow slide and careful stretch make him decide that nothing else matters. Zhou Mi has become his world in that moment; it’s terrifying and thrilling all at once.
“You’re trembling, Shengmin.” I’ll never hurt you, even if it means staying here.
Zhou Mi smiles when Sungmin tries to deny it, turning his head so he doesn’t have to look him in the eye. Sungmin knows how childish he looks, though Zhou Mi doesn’t seem to notice and drowns out his embarrassment with perfectly aimed thrusts that have him forgetting everything that isn’t Zhou Mi. He’s had lovers that were wonderful when it came to this, but there’s something so sincere in the way Zhou Mi looks at him that makes this different than anything he’s ever experienced. Sungmin tries to keep the noises to himself, but his hands are pulled away and pinned above his head.
“Come for me.” You’ll never be lonely again.
When Sungmin wakes the sheets are warm, but the red and gold feathers littering the bed and trailing to the bathroom startle him awake. Zhou Mi steps out and smiles at him, more feathers falling as he runs his fingers through his hair. Sungmin is speechless, and Zhou Mi kisses him before he can say anything.
“Good Morning.” We’ll be reborn and leave someday; back to the sky where we belong.
Entertainment Industry Challenge
Improvising
Hyukjae/Sungmin
Porn Star AU
Rating: NC-17
Warning: A bit of cross dressing.
Sungmin is pretty; the type that makes everyone imagine themselves as whoever has their hand in his hair and cock down his throat. He’s made his living begging for more and perfecting the bedroom eyes that has earned him the title of the most downloaded man five years running. Some people have a thing for his mouth, some for his eyes. Hyukjae has a thing for the curve of his back and words he whispers when the cameras have stopped rolling.
“You’ll catch flies like that,” Sungmin laughs as Hyukjae watches him pull the sheer black material up his legs, mouth gaping as if he’s never seen anything like it before. “What did you think something called ‘Personal Maid’ was going to involve?”
“I… Right. I suppose I’ve fucked you wearing stranger things before.” Hyukjae answers with a laugh, tying Sungmin’s apron behind him and taking a moment to appreciate the curve of the shorter man’s bare ass.
“I do recall you mentioning something about your penchant for lace panties at one point.” Sungmin practically purrs, flashing Hyukjae a devious grin and picking something up from the dressing table in front of them. Hyukjae has to will away the erection he isn’t supposed to have yet when he realizes it’s the same pair Sungmin was wearing when he had him bent over the back of his sofa on his birthday. It isn’t fair, really.
“You’re playing dirty.” Hyukjae manages to get out, turning away from the other man and taking a deep, steadying breath.
“You know I like getting you worked up, Hyukkie baby.” Sungmin breathes against the shell of his ear, arms slipping around his thin waist. “Make sure you’re nice and rough with me today. They’re giving you your pick of toys, and I know you won’t disappoint me.”
Hyukjae shivers when Sungmin’s heat leaves his body and spends his time gnawing his lower lip until the cameras start rolling and he’s got Sungmin bent over a polished mahogany desk.
“I- I’m sorry sir. I promise it won’t happen again.” Sungmin whimpers, perfect ass reddening and wiggling back and forth below Hyukjae’s hands. Even if it’s his job, Hyukjae knows the pleading, lustful look in his eyes isn’t just for show.
“I think you’re enjoying your punishment a little too much,” Hyukjae chuckles darkly, keeping the eye roll to himself from the clichéd dialogue. Another whine leaves Sungmin’s mouth and Hyukjae can’t help the aggressive streak that takes over as he yanks the lace panties down and exposes Sungmin completely before pushing two slick fingers into him. He knows he’s ignoring the script completely, but the hell he knows he’ll catch from the director later is going to be worth it. “This is what you wanted from the beginning, isn’t it? Kinky little bitch.”
Sungmin shudders at the tone Hyukjae’s voice has taken on and almost forgets the cameras surrounding them.
“You want me to fuck you? Make you scream until everyone knows how much you love my cock?” Hyukjae says just loud enough that the camera to catch it. “Or maybe I should put that pretty little mouth to good use, hmm?”
Sungmin doesn’t even have a chance to respond as Hyukjae pushes a small egg vibrator into him without warning and gets his other hand into Sungmin’s pretty blond hair, yanking his head back and sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of Sungmin’s neck. Hyukjae has always known exactly what he likes, and the tight grip he has on his hair as he turns him around and shoves him to his knees nearly has Sungmin coming on the spot.
Hyukjae’s silk robe falls from his slender frame and Sungmin licks his lips, salivating at the sight that meets him. He knows that working Hyukjae up always ends well for him, and the perfect curve of the other man’s cock bobbing against the flat pane of his stomach has Sungmin gripping Hyukjae’s hips and swallowing him whole before Hyukjae has a chance to tell him to. He almost looks startled, but a moan rumbles through him and his fingers grip Sungmin’s hair all over again, no hesitation in the way he starts to push himself between those perfect lips.
Some things are better without a script.