Crowded Room
Title: Crowded Room
Rating: NC-17.
Pairings: Hyukjae/Donghae. Ninja!Kangin/Leeteuk and ninja!Yesung/Ryeowook.
Warnings: PWP, AU. Mentions of underage drinking.
Word count: 747 words.
Disclaimer: Super Junior own themselves, I merely came up with the idea.
Beta: gamer-kyu13.
A/N: Written for sjpornathon's fourth challenge. The prompt was "Crossover Challenge" so I placed Super Junior in the Harry Potter verse. Title comes from The Academy is...'s "Crowded Room". As LJ is being a douche, please click on the title to read the fic, not the link underneath.
Hyukjae excused himself to the bathroom, leaving Madam Hooch as she launched into a deep explanation on why the Transylvanian Tackle was the best Quidditch tactic ever invented. She had droned on about the topic for at least fifteen minutes, and while Hyukjae loved Quidditch - he was the captain of the Hufflepuff team after all - discussing tactics with a tipsy teacher (the punch was spiked) who was also the referee, boarded too illegal in Hyukjae's mind. If it reached professor Snape, he'd be digging his own grave by next Tuesday.
The Christmas Ball was dying out, the clock had passed 02:30 am, and the Great Hall was nearly empty, save for Madam Hooch who was talking to a gargoyle, and Youngwoon, a rowdy seventh year from Hyukjae's house, trying to feel up a very flustered Jungsu, a seventh year from Ravenclaw, not to mention Head Boy. Hyukjae arched an eyebrow as he passed them, wondering just how much trouble Youngwoon would be in the following day.
Not that Hyukjae cared. He would, though, if Youngwoon's behavior caused professor Snape to give him detention for “indecent behavior” and ban him from all after school activities. Youngwoon was, after all, keeper on Hyukjae's team.
Hyukjae stepped out of the Great Hall and sought out the closest bathroom, only to find that the line was never ending. Apparently, someone named Jongwoon had been tricked into eating a Puking Pastille and had started projectile vomiting while making out with his boyfriend; poor boy had been knocked out cold.
The next bathrooms Hyukjae tried were also full, horny males filling the male part, while crying females were filling the other one (yes, he had tried the female toilets as well). Luckily for Hyukjae, there was one bathroom he knew was empty, or close to empty anyways; the prefect bathrooms. Hyukjae wasn't a prefect, but being a captain gave him certain privileges.
“Water chestnuts,” Hyukjae told the statue of Boris the Bewildered, watching lazily as the statue nodded, allowing him to walk through the door on his left. Hyukjae sighed in relief when he discovered that the bathroom was empty, no sign of any student, or Moaning Myrtle. Quickly he finished his business, pulling up his pants when the sound of the door opening and closing, followed by uneven steps. Curiously, Hyukjae walked out of the booth, peeking into the room with the pool. Hyukjae sighed, lips curling into a tiny smile.
“Hyukjae-ah!” It was Donghae (sixth year, like Hyukjae, Gryffindor) wearing less clothes now than he had been when Hyukjae last saw him, a couple of hours ago, not that Hyukjae minded. Dressed only in a white shirt, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and a pair of black pants, Donghae reminded Hyukjae more of a muggle than a wizard. Of course, if it hadn't been for Donghae's wand in his hand, spewing out light and the Marauder's Map in the other. Donghae grinned widely at him.
“Hey,” Hyukjae greeted, eyes drinking in the patch of skin and collarbones presented to him through the few unbuttoned buttons in Donghae's shirt. A sharp scent filled Hyukjae's nostrils.
“You're drunk.”
“I'm horny,” Donghae countered, pouting. Yes. Donghae was definitely drunk, Hyukjae thought, watching bemusedly as Donghae bit his bottom lip, looking at Hyukjae with dark eyes, trying, and failing to seduce him.
“You look like a little puppy,” Hyukjae snickered, flicking Donghae's forehead with his fingers.
Donghae's wand and the Marauder's Map hit the marbled floor with a clang as Donghae pounced on Hyukjae, surprising him. Hyukjae hit the wall with a thud, head knocking against the hard, tiled wall. Hyukjae growled low in his throat, but bit the anger back as he discovered Donghae on his knees, hands expertly working on the buttons and zipper of his pants.
Hyukjae wasn't even hard, not that Donghae seemed to mind, if the way he sucked at his soft cock was any indication. He felt himself grow rapidly hard in Donghae's wet mouth, moans echoing in the room when Donghae's tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his cock, dipping into the slit, slurping up the precome that was trickling out. Hyukjae fisted Donghae's soft, brown hair in one of his hands, forcing Donghae to look at him.
“Do a good job and I'll fuck you.”
Donghae beamed up at him, cock in mouth, nodding with a grin as he grabbed Hyukjae's hips, quickening the pace.
Rating: NC-17.
Pairings: Hyukjae/Donghae. Ninja!Kangin/Leeteuk and ninja!Yesung/Ryeowook.
Warnings: PWP, AU. Mentions of underage drinking.
Word count: 747 words.
Disclaimer: Super Junior own themselves, I merely came up with the idea.
Beta: gamer-kyu13.
A/N: Written for sjpornathon's fourth challenge. The prompt was "Crossover Challenge" so I placed Super Junior in the Harry Potter verse. Title comes from The Academy is...'s "Crowded Room". As LJ is being a douche, please click on the title to read the fic, not the link underneath.
Hyukjae excused himself to the bathroom, leaving Madam Hooch as she launched into a deep explanation on why the Transylvanian Tackle was the best Quidditch tactic ever invented. She had droned on about the topic for at least fifteen minutes, and while Hyukjae loved Quidditch - he was the captain of the Hufflepuff team after all - discussing tactics with a tipsy teacher (the punch was spiked) who was also the referee, boarded too illegal in Hyukjae's mind. If it reached professor Snape, he'd be digging his own grave by next Tuesday.
The Christmas Ball was dying out, the clock had passed 02:30 am, and the Great Hall was nearly empty, save for Madam Hooch who was talking to a gargoyle, and Youngwoon, a rowdy seventh year from Hyukjae's house, trying to feel up a very flustered Jungsu, a seventh year from Ravenclaw, not to mention Head Boy. Hyukjae arched an eyebrow as he passed them, wondering just how much trouble Youngwoon would be in the following day.
Not that Hyukjae cared. He would, though, if Youngwoon's behavior caused professor Snape to give him detention for “indecent behavior” and ban him from all after school activities. Youngwoon was, after all, keeper on Hyukjae's team.
Hyukjae stepped out of the Great Hall and sought out the closest bathroom, only to find that the line was never ending. Apparently, someone named Jongwoon had been tricked into eating a Puking Pastille and had started projectile vomiting while making out with his boyfriend; poor boy had been knocked out cold.
The next bathrooms Hyukjae tried were also full, horny males filling the male part, while crying females were filling the other one (yes, he had tried the female toilets as well). Luckily for Hyukjae, there was one bathroom he knew was empty, or close to empty anyways; the prefect bathrooms. Hyukjae wasn't a prefect, but being a captain gave him certain privileges.
“Water chestnuts,” Hyukjae told the statue of Boris the Bewildered, watching lazily as the statue nodded, allowing him to walk through the door on his left. Hyukjae sighed in relief when he discovered that the bathroom was empty, no sign of any student, or Moaning Myrtle. Quickly he finished his business, pulling up his pants when the sound of the door opening and closing, followed by uneven steps. Curiously, Hyukjae walked out of the booth, peeking into the room with the pool. Hyukjae sighed, lips curling into a tiny smile.
“Hyukjae-ah!” It was Donghae (sixth year, like Hyukjae, Gryffindor) wearing less clothes now than he had been when Hyukjae last saw him, a couple of hours ago, not that Hyukjae minded. Dressed only in a white shirt, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and a pair of black pants, Donghae reminded Hyukjae more of a muggle than a wizard. Of course, if it hadn't been for Donghae's wand in his hand, spewing out light and the Marauder's Map in the other. Donghae grinned widely at him.
“Hey,” Hyukjae greeted, eyes drinking in the patch of skin and collarbones presented to him through the few unbuttoned buttons in Donghae's shirt. A sharp scent filled Hyukjae's nostrils.
“You're drunk.”
“I'm horny,” Donghae countered, pouting. Yes. Donghae was definitely drunk, Hyukjae thought, watching bemusedly as Donghae bit his bottom lip, looking at Hyukjae with dark eyes, trying, and failing to seduce him.
“You look like a little puppy,” Hyukjae snickered, flicking Donghae's forehead with his fingers.
Donghae's wand and the Marauder's Map hit the marbled floor with a clang as Donghae pounced on Hyukjae, surprising him. Hyukjae hit the wall with a thud, head knocking against the hard, tiled wall. Hyukjae growled low in his throat, but bit the anger back as he discovered Donghae on his knees, hands expertly working on the buttons and zipper of his pants.
Hyukjae wasn't even hard, not that Donghae seemed to mind, if the way he sucked at his soft cock was any indication. He felt himself grow rapidly hard in Donghae's wet mouth, moans echoing in the room when Donghae's tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his cock, dipping into the slit, slurping up the precome that was trickling out. Hyukjae fisted Donghae's soft, brown hair in one of his hands, forcing Donghae to look at him.
“Do a good job and I'll fuck you.”
Donghae beamed up at him, cock in mouth, nodding with a grin as he grabbed Hyukjae's hips, quickening the pace.