[DC/07] Allergens [Junsu/Eunhyuk, NC-17], Drabble
Prompt 7. Allergy, “something moved”. Junsu/Eunhyuk
Rating: NC-17 | Genre: AU!Smut | Disclaimer: I don't own them, SME does. Plot is mine. | Summary: He's there for business, but gets more - much more.
Warning: UN-BETA'D. Fail!Smut, in the sense that it's not as far as smut can go, but the farthest I can go with this pairing.
His touches were like an allergy; a soft graze, a gentle brush, and Hyukjae would feel as if his skin were on fire - itching, scathing, burning. This wasn’t a first, but it very well may be his last. It hurt, it hurt so bad.
(Because if it were not for his crumbled pride, he would not be here; sitting on the edge of the office desk, head thrown back, the buttons to his dress shirt ripped open as his legs dangled on either side of the man sitting in the office chair before him - opened, welcoming.)
Hyukjae raised his hands to the man’s shoulders, gripping him tightly as he planted kisses over his collar bone. His eyes remained open, staring out the wide windows with the opened blinds, the night view of the city just by the river entrancing him.
The lights to the room flickered just as the man slowly discarded Hyukjae of his shirt entirely.
“Junsu, something moved.”
The man made a sound of some sort deep in his throat, weaving his fingers into Hyukjae’s hair and lured him in for a kiss - his breath moist, hot.
Hyukjae furrowed his brows, trying to push Junsu away. “Something moved,” he tried to emphasize again.
Junsu only held a tighter grasp on him, snaking an arm around his waist and pulled him closer. “Leave it,” he groaned.
Their bodies were pressed flushed against each other; their clothes too restricting, their touches no where near enough to calm Junsu’s flame. Hyukjae could feel Junsu’s bulge against his thigh, boiling something in the pit of his stomach.
“But Juns-”
The rest of his words were muffled by Junsu’s needy kiss - a kiss filled with tongue a teeth, a kiss that deprived him of his breath and weakened him in the arms. Hyukjae fell back against the desk, hearing things scatter and drop to the floor as Junsu shoved them out of their way.
He could feel Junsu prying the zipper down on his pants roughly.
Hyukjae wound his arms around Junsu’s neck, lifting a leg and sliding it along the side of Junsu’s waist. Junsu took hold of the limb and held it in place, grinding down on the man below him, elicitating a sound he never imagined he could hear from Hyukjae’s own lips.
Junsu smirked, leaning down and ghosting his lips down the nape of Hyukjae’s neck, stroking his adams apple.
“Stop,” Hyukjae breathes.
Junsu raises himself over Hyukjae and stares into his face, reaching up with a hand to stroke his cheek. Hyukjae opens his eyes and is greeted by a grinning Junsu. He says nothing, but Hyukjae hears it all - sees it all - in his bitter smile.
“J-”
Before Hyukjae can get out another protest, Junsu releases his leg and reaches into his briefs, wrapping his palm around Hyukjae’s length.
The boy gasps, shivering to each stroke from tip to base, each tightening and relaxing of the man’s fingers. He covers his mouth with the back of his hand, back arched; so exposed, so vulnerable, so-
“Beautiful.”
Something solidifies in Hyukjae’s throat. He can’t breath. He can’t think. All he can do is feel; feel Junsu’s ministrations on his shaft, his scourging touch. Patches of his skin blare red from his neck to his chest. Junsu relishes in it - in the fact that he can rouse such feelings from this man; this man that, for the most part, reveals no true emotions.
And suddenly, Hyukjae is engulfed in warmth - a damp pressure caved around him. When he comes to the realization of the sudden feeling, it’s too late for protest, too late for anything.
Junsu hums, his lips stretched over Hyukjae, and the boy violently bites down on his lips to suppress a moan. He fidgets, strives to create more friction, but Junsu pins him down by a firm hold on his hips.
Hyukjae was only to enjoy; Junsu wanted nothing more of him.
As Junsu maneuvered himself along Hyukjae’s length, said boy balled his hands into fists, pounding down on the desk that dug into his back. His head fell back, over the edge, as he arched his spine further.
The heat in the pit of Hyukjae’s stomach accumulated; Junsu rolling his tongue, sucking for breath, one hand fiddling around Hyukjae’s base, his other drawing circles on Hyukjae’s hip. Every action calculated, garnering the wanted response from the helpless man.
When Hyukjae came, it was hard and hot - exhausting.
Junsu pulled Hyukjae into sitting position, pulling a tissue from a box on the ground. Hyukjae swallowed his pride, standing and wrapping his arms around Junsu’s neck, leaning over for a kiss. The man stopped him, hands on either side of his waist.
“Not now,” Junsu said.
Hyukjae appeared confused.
Junsu shook his head with a small smile, walking around the desk to collect Hyukjae’s shirt. He helped Hyukjae dress, zipping up his pants for him, before clicking on his receiver. Moments later, his secretary opened the door.
“I'll discuss the contract with you another time, Hyukjae-ssi. Guide Mr. Lee to the chauffeur,” Junsu orders, wiping the corners of his mouth with the tissue.
The girl doesn’t give a second glance to the stature of the office, the items scattered all over the ground, and gives Hyukjae an empathetic look. She nods. “This way, Mr. Lee.”
Hyukjae takes a deep breath, lowering his gaze as he followed the secretary out of the room. He doesn’t look back, but if he did, he would see Junsu watching after him, shaking his head with that all-knowing grin.
Half-way through the ride, Hyukjae realizes he doesn’t recognize where he’s headed. “Excuse me,” he coughs, “where are we going?”
The chauffeur spares him a glance through the rear-view mirror, with a look that said he was surprised Hyukjae would even ask such a question.
“The Kim Mansion.”
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[DC06: Minho/Victoria] ♦ [DC08: Yemin]
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A/N: This is purely out of request from Nyx, who claims it's for the Hyuksu fans out there who get close to no smut fics for this amazing pairing. Not that she reads smut >.> but sure, why not. lol. I was gonna go all the way, but I just couldn't. I felt like I was abandoning my morals when I wrote this ;A; I hope it suffices, though.
Rating: NC-17 | Genre: AU!Smut | Disclaimer: I don't own them, SME does. Plot is mine. | Summary: He's there for business, but gets more - much more.
Warning: UN-BETA'D. Fail!Smut, in the sense that it's not as far as smut can go, but the farthest I can go with this pairing.
His touches were like an allergy; a soft graze, a gentle brush, and Hyukjae would feel as if his skin were on fire - itching, scathing, burning. This wasn’t a first, but it very well may be his last. It hurt, it hurt so bad.
(Because if it were not for his crumbled pride, he would not be here; sitting on the edge of the office desk, head thrown back, the buttons to his dress shirt ripped open as his legs dangled on either side of the man sitting in the office chair before him - opened, welcoming.)
Hyukjae raised his hands to the man’s shoulders, gripping him tightly as he planted kisses over his collar bone. His eyes remained open, staring out the wide windows with the opened blinds, the night view of the city just by the river entrancing him.
The lights to the room flickered just as the man slowly discarded Hyukjae of his shirt entirely.
“Junsu, something moved.”
The man made a sound of some sort deep in his throat, weaving his fingers into Hyukjae’s hair and lured him in for a kiss - his breath moist, hot.
Hyukjae furrowed his brows, trying to push Junsu away. “Something moved,” he tried to emphasize again.
Junsu only held a tighter grasp on him, snaking an arm around his waist and pulled him closer. “Leave it,” he groaned.
Their bodies were pressed flushed against each other; their clothes too restricting, their touches no where near enough to calm Junsu’s flame. Hyukjae could feel Junsu’s bulge against his thigh, boiling something in the pit of his stomach.
“But Juns-”
The rest of his words were muffled by Junsu’s needy kiss - a kiss filled with tongue a teeth, a kiss that deprived him of his breath and weakened him in the arms. Hyukjae fell back against the desk, hearing things scatter and drop to the floor as Junsu shoved them out of their way.
He could feel Junsu prying the zipper down on his pants roughly.
Hyukjae wound his arms around Junsu’s neck, lifting a leg and sliding it along the side of Junsu’s waist. Junsu took hold of the limb and held it in place, grinding down on the man below him, elicitating a sound he never imagined he could hear from Hyukjae’s own lips.
Junsu smirked, leaning down and ghosting his lips down the nape of Hyukjae’s neck, stroking his adams apple.
“Stop,” Hyukjae breathes.
Junsu raises himself over Hyukjae and stares into his face, reaching up with a hand to stroke his cheek. Hyukjae opens his eyes and is greeted by a grinning Junsu. He says nothing, but Hyukjae hears it all - sees it all - in his bitter smile.
“J-”
Before Hyukjae can get out another protest, Junsu releases his leg and reaches into his briefs, wrapping his palm around Hyukjae’s length.
The boy gasps, shivering to each stroke from tip to base, each tightening and relaxing of the man’s fingers. He covers his mouth with the back of his hand, back arched; so exposed, so vulnerable, so-
“Beautiful.”
Something solidifies in Hyukjae’s throat. He can’t breath. He can’t think. All he can do is feel; feel Junsu’s ministrations on his shaft, his scourging touch. Patches of his skin blare red from his neck to his chest. Junsu relishes in it - in the fact that he can rouse such feelings from this man; this man that, for the most part, reveals no true emotions.
And suddenly, Hyukjae is engulfed in warmth - a damp pressure caved around him. When he comes to the realization of the sudden feeling, it’s too late for protest, too late for anything.
Junsu hums, his lips stretched over Hyukjae, and the boy violently bites down on his lips to suppress a moan. He fidgets, strives to create more friction, but Junsu pins him down by a firm hold on his hips.
Hyukjae was only to enjoy; Junsu wanted nothing more of him.
As Junsu maneuvered himself along Hyukjae’s length, said boy balled his hands into fists, pounding down on the desk that dug into his back. His head fell back, over the edge, as he arched his spine further.
The heat in the pit of Hyukjae’s stomach accumulated; Junsu rolling his tongue, sucking for breath, one hand fiddling around Hyukjae’s base, his other drawing circles on Hyukjae’s hip. Every action calculated, garnering the wanted response from the helpless man.
When Hyukjae came, it was hard and hot - exhausting.
Junsu pulled Hyukjae into sitting position, pulling a tissue from a box on the ground. Hyukjae swallowed his pride, standing and wrapping his arms around Junsu’s neck, leaning over for a kiss. The man stopped him, hands on either side of his waist.
“Not now,” Junsu said.
Hyukjae appeared confused.
Junsu shook his head with a small smile, walking around the desk to collect Hyukjae’s shirt. He helped Hyukjae dress, zipping up his pants for him, before clicking on his receiver. Moments later, his secretary opened the door.
“I'll discuss the contract with you another time, Hyukjae-ssi. Guide Mr. Lee to the chauffeur,” Junsu orders, wiping the corners of his mouth with the tissue.
The girl doesn’t give a second glance to the stature of the office, the items scattered all over the ground, and gives Hyukjae an empathetic look. She nods. “This way, Mr. Lee.”
Hyukjae takes a deep breath, lowering his gaze as he followed the secretary out of the room. He doesn’t look back, but if he did, he would see Junsu watching after him, shaking his head with that all-knowing grin.
Half-way through the ride, Hyukjae realizes he doesn’t recognize where he’s headed. “Excuse me,” he coughs, “where are we going?”
The chauffeur spares him a glance through the rear-view mirror, with a look that said he was surprised Hyukjae would even ask such a question.
“The Kim Mansion.”
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[DC06: Minho/Victoria] ♦ [DC08: Yemin]
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A/N: This is purely out of request from Nyx, who claims it's for the Hyuksu fans out there who get close to no smut fics for this amazing pairing. Not that she reads smut >.> but sure, why not. lol. I was gonna go all the way, but I just couldn't. I felt like I was abandoning my morals when I wrote this ;A; I hope it suffices, though.