Masks, Whispers, Rebels part 7
Title: Masks, Whispers, Rebels Part 7
Pairings: HoMin, 2Min (TaeminChangmin and ChangMinho), TaeMinho, MinSu, Onkey, OT5, and that's not over yet.
Ratings: PG-13 so far.
Warnings: cross-dressing. now for this chap, smut
Genre: Drama, crack, angst, fluff
Summary: Halloween party clashed with Changmin's final, resulting him restricted from coming to the party by Yunho's orders. Would the magnae obediently agree, or is something is being planned?
A/N: I FAIL AT SMUT. THERE. Also for proper coherency reread chapter 6 first.
First // Second // Third // Fourth // Fifth // Sixth // Seventh // Eighth
He blinked his eyes.
And then he turned his head.
“You think that was convincing enough?”
Yoochun shrugged, “Eh, guess so. Though you’ve probably scarred him for life.”
Jaejoong looked downwards and his shoulder started to shake. He closed his face with his hand, sobbing.
“Oh, Jae…” Junsu tried to comfort him, rubbing his back, “I’m sure Yunho’ll forgive you. He’s a good leader, he’l-“
“CHANGMIN BABY I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!” Jaejoong dramatically screamed to the roof. “YOU’VE GROWN SO FAST AND NOW YOU’RE RAPING YOUR OWN LEADER OH MY GOD YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM AS A MOTHER!!” and his dramatic sobs continued.
Yoochun and Junsu drew a blank, so they decided to join in.
Yet somehow, nobody thought the sight was weird. They just think the housewife, vampire and Spiderman is a group and they failed to get the best costume award or got the worst instead. And also, BoA’s screams of frantic joy from winning the largest costume (she wore a detailed 2-meter tall Godzilla outfit with scales and teeth) kind of overshadowed their sobs, so the party still goes on.
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“I wonder how they do that, the winner of best costume disappears into poof.”
“It’s an inside trick, they must’ve made it so none of the artist would get smug over one another.”
“I don’t think so, maybe it’s just that the officials would think it’s cooler if we never knew who won. I definitely have seen that smile from somewhere, but I don’t remember.”
“Well that’s because you’re dumb, come on, let’s get another punch.”
“You don’t have to be so mean, it’s not like you’re a senior of me. We’re still trainees and you acted like you’re some big shot.”
“Get punch now or I’ll punch you.”
“Yes miss Kanna.”
Similar buzzes were heard all over the auditorium. Everybody had wondered at the events that had just happened. Though not everyone expresses that concern outspokenly, Key smiled in proud in a corner, his group’s work was flawless and perfect. The final stage of Operation Kick Jung Yunho’s Ass is now in session.
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“Wakey, wakey, handsome.”
Yunho opened his eyes slowly, wincing his lids to adjust with the light. He can’t see much at first, but then he can slowly see a wall in front of him. After a few blinks, he can be sure that he is sitting against a wall. He tried to stood up, but he couldn’t move one bit.
He looked down and realized that he was tied to his chair, his hand and feet both roped to the sides of the chair. He tried to struggle, but the chair itself is steeled on the ground. He winced when the friction from the rope started to burn into his skin.
“Don’t struggle, it’ll only make you harder.”
At first, he kept trying on to break free, only when a pair of hand delicately and slowly trinkled from behind his neck, trailing from his shoulder down to his crotch, he realized that he had a giant bulge.
“Somebody should tell you how deep you are in sleep. You don’t even mumble when I injected it.”
Now he feels disgusted, both to the sexy voice coming from behind his ears and himself for letting this voice gets something into his vein and create that mountain in his lower department. But now that the hand is grabbing his Everest, he couldn’t held back but to release a moan.
“Now, now, don’t get too excited just yet.” He heard the voice purred in his ear.
He was getting ridiculed out of his mind. He was still fully dressed in his princely outfit, and yet here he sits, bound to a steeled chair, getting his lower member grabbed from behind by a delicious pair of hands and heavenly luscious voice. Another voice joined in the serenade, the sound of a zip pulled down.
“Let’s take the fun up a notch, shall we?”
His eyes grew larger as the hand opened his zip and pulled the boxer down from the outside. With a plop, his personal member stood up in it’s glory. The full length even shocked it’s owner, but when the hand started running up and down he can only close his eyes and gasped.
And he gasped again, as suddenly he felt a piece of cloth wraps around his eyes. He was blindfolded, but his skin was not, so when he felt a slippery rubber slick its way around his arousal, he almost screamed of surprise. He tried to struggle, but to no avail, the tongue keeps on sucking. And sucking. And sucking so much he thought he would finally break his dam, but apparently the body messages was also received by the other person, so the wetness stopped. Yunho feels sick, realizing he wanted more.
But then a pair of hands landed on his shoulder. Before he was able to realize anything he felt something nudged his member, or more like his member was nudging something, trying to open a way to go inside. Oh god, he slowly came to fact, not that, not
But with a big push his staff went straight up into the other person’s inside. He gasped, choking for air from the sudden lunge. The moves stopped, so he had a few second to catch back oxygen for his lungs. But just when he was going to relax, a spinning waist throw him back to the present condition of his body and the other body moved up and down.
He was blindfolded, but his skin was not. And he felt everything as the moving body went faster and faster beating against his tied body, he felt something clamped in him and when it finally broke it spewed inside the warm cavern his member’s in, and he felt another body slumped against him, warm breaths on his neck.
“Had fun, Yunho?”
The said person can’t believe what he just did. He just had sex while being tied up in a chair and blindfolded. With whom, that’s the problem that had been bugging him all this time. But he just panted and panted, like he had run 70 miles while the only thing moving in this room is the other body.
“You’re so silent all of a sudden. Why the sad face after sex?” A smirk is coming in the voice, he can sense it.
He was disgusted by the thought of it, but when the other person say it it sounds more and more sickening.
“Or do you hate me so much you don’t want to talk to me again?”
Somehow the voice seemed more familiar, but more hurt, like the armor that it wore is now falling apart piece by piece.
Slowly, he felt the weight lifted, and he felt the hand moved from his shoulders to his head, untying the cloth that had kept his eyes shut. As light came in to his sockets, he finally knew who had been sitting on his lap the last 30 minutes of heavy panting and sweat-dripping sex. Shock came when he saw the bride’s smile looking back at him.
“You didn’t realize it was me.”
Trails of tears made its way on her cheeks.
“You can’t even see it was me.”
She sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. All the while her voice becoming more and more recognizable.
“Changmin…” Yunho muttered.
“You idiot! I gave you more time and all the while you were lusting against my flat breast! The moment I walked up to the other members they all hugged me and recognized me on the spot while YOU have to fuck me first before you knew it was me, you pig!”
The spat caught Yunho groundless, true he was really lost and thought that Changmin was a woman, a refined woman at that, but he never knew it was Changmin. He saw his youngest member fell apart in his own lap, his member was still stuck inside him. He can’t help but to chuckle.
“What?! Oh great, now I’m just a laughingstock to you, am I?”
Changmin’s pout had done nothing but increases his amount of laughter. He can’t stop his own mouth, but he had find it amusing himself. After a while, the laughter subsides, and he calmly talked back to the magnae.
“I’m sorry, you were so great at that costume I can’t see you at all.”
Changmin’s ear turned red, he gazed down to try and count to ten.
“They say people who are in love are the biggest idiot on earth.” Yunho continued.
He turned his gaze up.
“You got me~~, Under your skin.” Yunho sang with a smile.
Changmin can’t help but to fall to the other’s open torso, smiling himself.
“You, Jung Yunho, are the biggest idiot on the face of this planet.”
Yunho felt obliged to say something back.
“But I’m your idiot.”
Changmin raised his head from Yunho’s shoulder.
“You’re my idiot.”
He opened his veil and kissed the other pair of lips in front of him.
After they broke for air, Changmin raised himself slowly, panting and moaning when Yunho was finally out of him. He had to catch his breaths before he regained his composure and walked to the other side of the chair, untying Yunho from the ropes that had held him back. He stood up, rubbing his sore wrist from the frictions. He took a closer look at the room, which was small and tight, and located the door quickly. Changmin just smiled, beckoning him to go forward.
Just as Yunho crossed Changmin and stood in front of the door, hands on the doorknob, he bumped his head so hard to the door it had a dent the shape of his forehead. Of course, Yunho passed out.
Changmin’s feet was still hanging mid-air.
“Operation KICK Jung Yunho’s Ass, complete.” He finished, with an extra wink as a bonus, saying it to the camera in the corner.
///
Taemin jumped out of the closet, screaming, “YAAAAY!!” and hopped madly around Changmin. The older one chuckled.
“Just make sure the last tape is watched under doctor supervisions, okay? We don’t want anymore of your bandmembers’ nosebleeds. They’ll die sooner than if they smoke three trucks of cigarettes every day.”
“Yes hyung. I’m gonna miss working with you, though.”
“Aww…” Changmin couldn’t help but to hug his dongsaeng. “ I’ll find another time to trick Yunho or someone. Or we could just do a duet, you dance and I sing.”
“Ooooh, I know, let’s go to a karaoke!”
“Done. Let me get that idiot “ He pointed to Yunho, “ safely home first, then we can go out.”
“Okay!”
“Now help me carry him. I’m supposed to be the bottom here and I am NOT carrying him in my hands like a proper top supposed to do to their spouse.”
“ Hyung, he’s a dancer, and he’s not going to be light with all that muscle.”
“ Good thinking. Lend me your skateboard.”
After Taemin grabbed his skateboard - hey, they were doing it in on SHINee’s dorm room after all - Changmin quickly lodged Yunho on top of it and send it kicking across the hallway to a thump stop in front of the lift. With everybody too tired from the party, the dorm is sleeping like a log, giving Changmin easy escape from attention.
Changmin entered the lift after calling Jaejoong, making sure he was downstairs ready to pick them up. Taemin walked him to the lift and after the lift went down, he happily skipped back to their dorm room and lodged himself between the sleeping Minho.
“Tae.”
“Yes Umma?”
“Is Hyung done?”
“Yup, He already went home.”
“Good. Was it good.”
“Yunho-hyung got kicked in the ass.”
“Oh god, how I wish we had a camera taping every single moment of the plan.”
Taemin chuckled to himself.
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Taemin’s mind
Mufufufufufufufu.
///
Key’s mind
Baby, I can hear your laugh. I know you taped the whole sex scene with your videocam I gave you last christmas so give it right now!
///
Taemin’s mind
Nu-uh. Hyung said you can only watch it under doctor’s supervision. And besides, it’s like you need more smut in your life, with you sleeping with Onew-Appa everyday and having an affair with Jonghyun-Ahjusshi every afternoon. You won’t even let Minho take me out on a date, so I’m gonna keep this tape and you can only imagine how hot it was.
///
Key’s Mind
You lit-
///
Taemin’s Mind
I’m going out with Changmin-hyung this afternoon and I’m gonna take Minho with me. Don’t wait up, ‘kay?We’re gonna have so much fun. And you’re not invited.
Oh, and here’s something to shut you up. Changmin-hyung and Yunho-hyung had sex with their costumes on.
///
Onew woke up feeling something splashed in his face. When he opened up his tired eyes, Key’s face smeared with blood all over and staining the bed sheets didn’t surprise him one bit.
“Key, give it a rest, okay? Last night was rough and I won’t take you to the hospital if you keep doing it on purpose.” He shoved a tissue box from the bedstand under Key’s nose and went back to sleep.
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my smut is failure.
my crack is failure.
comments please! ; )
Pairings: HoMin, 2Min (TaeminChangmin and ChangMinho), TaeMinho, MinSu, Onkey, OT5, and that's not over yet.
Ratings: PG-13 so far.
Warnings: cross-dressing. now for this chap, smut
Genre: Drama, crack, angst, fluff
Summary: Halloween party clashed with Changmin's final, resulting him restricted from coming to the party by Yunho's orders. Would the magnae obediently agree, or is something is being planned?
A/N: I FAIL AT SMUT. THERE. Also for proper coherency reread chapter 6 first.
First // Second // Third // Fourth // Fifth // Sixth // Seventh // Eighth
He blinked his eyes.
And then he turned his head.
“You think that was convincing enough?”
Yoochun shrugged, “Eh, guess so. Though you’ve probably scarred him for life.”
Jaejoong looked downwards and his shoulder started to shake. He closed his face with his hand, sobbing.
“Oh, Jae…” Junsu tried to comfort him, rubbing his back, “I’m sure Yunho’ll forgive you. He’s a good leader, he’l-“
“CHANGMIN BABY I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!” Jaejoong dramatically screamed to the roof. “YOU’VE GROWN SO FAST AND NOW YOU’RE RAPING YOUR OWN LEADER OH MY GOD YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM AS A MOTHER!!” and his dramatic sobs continued.
Yoochun and Junsu drew a blank, so they decided to join in.
Yet somehow, nobody thought the sight was weird. They just think the housewife, vampire and Spiderman is a group and they failed to get the best costume award or got the worst instead. And also, BoA’s screams of frantic joy from winning the largest costume (she wore a detailed 2-meter tall Godzilla outfit with scales and teeth) kind of overshadowed their sobs, so the party still goes on.
///
“I wonder how they do that, the winner of best costume disappears into poof.”
“It’s an inside trick, they must’ve made it so none of the artist would get smug over one another.”
“I don’t think so, maybe it’s just that the officials would think it’s cooler if we never knew who won. I definitely have seen that smile from somewhere, but I don’t remember.”
“Well that’s because you’re dumb, come on, let’s get another punch.”
“You don’t have to be so mean, it’s not like you’re a senior of me. We’re still trainees and you acted like you’re some big shot.”
“Get punch now or I’ll punch you.”
“Yes miss Kanna.”
Similar buzzes were heard all over the auditorium. Everybody had wondered at the events that had just happened. Though not everyone expresses that concern outspokenly, Key smiled in proud in a corner, his group’s work was flawless and perfect. The final stage of Operation Kick Jung Yunho’s Ass is now in session.
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“Wakey, wakey, handsome.”
Yunho opened his eyes slowly, wincing his lids to adjust with the light. He can’t see much at first, but then he can slowly see a wall in front of him. After a few blinks, he can be sure that he is sitting against a wall. He tried to stood up, but he couldn’t move one bit.
He looked down and realized that he was tied to his chair, his hand and feet both roped to the sides of the chair. He tried to struggle, but the chair itself is steeled on the ground. He winced when the friction from the rope started to burn into his skin.
“Don’t struggle, it’ll only make you harder.”
At first, he kept trying on to break free, only when a pair of hand delicately and slowly trinkled from behind his neck, trailing from his shoulder down to his crotch, he realized that he had a giant bulge.
“Somebody should tell you how deep you are in sleep. You don’t even mumble when I injected it.”
Now he feels disgusted, both to the sexy voice coming from behind his ears and himself for letting this voice gets something into his vein and create that mountain in his lower department. But now that the hand is grabbing his Everest, he couldn’t held back but to release a moan.
“Now, now, don’t get too excited just yet.” He heard the voice purred in his ear.
He was getting ridiculed out of his mind. He was still fully dressed in his princely outfit, and yet here he sits, bound to a steeled chair, getting his lower member grabbed from behind by a delicious pair of hands and heavenly luscious voice. Another voice joined in the serenade, the sound of a zip pulled down.
“Let’s take the fun up a notch, shall we?”
His eyes grew larger as the hand opened his zip and pulled the boxer down from the outside. With a plop, his personal member stood up in it’s glory. The full length even shocked it’s owner, but when the hand started running up and down he can only close his eyes and gasped.
And he gasped again, as suddenly he felt a piece of cloth wraps around his eyes. He was blindfolded, but his skin was not, so when he felt a slippery rubber slick its way around his arousal, he almost screamed of surprise. He tried to struggle, but to no avail, the tongue keeps on sucking. And sucking. And sucking so much he thought he would finally break his dam, but apparently the body messages was also received by the other person, so the wetness stopped. Yunho feels sick, realizing he wanted more.
But then a pair of hands landed on his shoulder. Before he was able to realize anything he felt something nudged his member, or more like his member was nudging something, trying to open a way to go inside. Oh god, he slowly came to fact, not that, not
But with a big push his staff went straight up into the other person’s inside. He gasped, choking for air from the sudden lunge. The moves stopped, so he had a few second to catch back oxygen for his lungs. But just when he was going to relax, a spinning waist throw him back to the present condition of his body and the other body moved up and down.
He was blindfolded, but his skin was not. And he felt everything as the moving body went faster and faster beating against his tied body, he felt something clamped in him and when it finally broke it spewed inside the warm cavern his member’s in, and he felt another body slumped against him, warm breaths on his neck.
“Had fun, Yunho?”
The said person can’t believe what he just did. He just had sex while being tied up in a chair and blindfolded. With whom, that’s the problem that had been bugging him all this time. But he just panted and panted, like he had run 70 miles while the only thing moving in this room is the other body.
“You’re so silent all of a sudden. Why the sad face after sex?” A smirk is coming in the voice, he can sense it.
He was disgusted by the thought of it, but when the other person say it it sounds more and more sickening.
“Or do you hate me so much you don’t want to talk to me again?”
Somehow the voice seemed more familiar, but more hurt, like the armor that it wore is now falling apart piece by piece.
Slowly, he felt the weight lifted, and he felt the hand moved from his shoulders to his head, untying the cloth that had kept his eyes shut. As light came in to his sockets, he finally knew who had been sitting on his lap the last 30 minutes of heavy panting and sweat-dripping sex. Shock came when he saw the bride’s smile looking back at him.
“You didn’t realize it was me.”
Trails of tears made its way on her cheeks.
“You can’t even see it was me.”
She sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. All the while her voice becoming more and more recognizable.
“Changmin…” Yunho muttered.
“You idiot! I gave you more time and all the while you were lusting against my flat breast! The moment I walked up to the other members they all hugged me and recognized me on the spot while YOU have to fuck me first before you knew it was me, you pig!”
The spat caught Yunho groundless, true he was really lost and thought that Changmin was a woman, a refined woman at that, but he never knew it was Changmin. He saw his youngest member fell apart in his own lap, his member was still stuck inside him. He can’t help but to chuckle.
“What?! Oh great, now I’m just a laughingstock to you, am I?”
Changmin’s pout had done nothing but increases his amount of laughter. He can’t stop his own mouth, but he had find it amusing himself. After a while, the laughter subsides, and he calmly talked back to the magnae.
“I’m sorry, you were so great at that costume I can’t see you at all.”
Changmin’s ear turned red, he gazed down to try and count to ten.
“They say people who are in love are the biggest idiot on earth.” Yunho continued.
He turned his gaze up.
“You got me~~, Under your skin.” Yunho sang with a smile.
Changmin can’t help but to fall to the other’s open torso, smiling himself.
“You, Jung Yunho, are the biggest idiot on the face of this planet.”
Yunho felt obliged to say something back.
“But I’m your idiot.”
Changmin raised his head from Yunho’s shoulder.
“You’re my idiot.”
He opened his veil and kissed the other pair of lips in front of him.
After they broke for air, Changmin raised himself slowly, panting and moaning when Yunho was finally out of him. He had to catch his breaths before he regained his composure and walked to the other side of the chair, untying Yunho from the ropes that had held him back. He stood up, rubbing his sore wrist from the frictions. He took a closer look at the room, which was small and tight, and located the door quickly. Changmin just smiled, beckoning him to go forward.
Just as Yunho crossed Changmin and stood in front of the door, hands on the doorknob, he bumped his head so hard to the door it had a dent the shape of his forehead. Of course, Yunho passed out.
Changmin’s feet was still hanging mid-air.
“Operation KICK Jung Yunho’s Ass, complete.” He finished, with an extra wink as a bonus, saying it to the camera in the corner.
///
Taemin jumped out of the closet, screaming, “YAAAAY!!” and hopped madly around Changmin. The older one chuckled.
“Just make sure the last tape is watched under doctor supervisions, okay? We don’t want anymore of your bandmembers’ nosebleeds. They’ll die sooner than if they smoke three trucks of cigarettes every day.”
“Yes hyung. I’m gonna miss working with you, though.”
“Aww…” Changmin couldn’t help but to hug his dongsaeng. “ I’ll find another time to trick Yunho or someone. Or we could just do a duet, you dance and I sing.”
“Ooooh, I know, let’s go to a karaoke!”
“Done. Let me get that idiot “ He pointed to Yunho, “ safely home first, then we can go out.”
“Okay!”
“Now help me carry him. I’m supposed to be the bottom here and I am NOT carrying him in my hands like a proper top supposed to do to their spouse.”
“ Hyung, he’s a dancer, and he’s not going to be light with all that muscle.”
“ Good thinking. Lend me your skateboard.”
After Taemin grabbed his skateboard - hey, they were doing it in on SHINee’s dorm room after all - Changmin quickly lodged Yunho on top of it and send it kicking across the hallway to a thump stop in front of the lift. With everybody too tired from the party, the dorm is sleeping like a log, giving Changmin easy escape from attention.
Changmin entered the lift after calling Jaejoong, making sure he was downstairs ready to pick them up. Taemin walked him to the lift and after the lift went down, he happily skipped back to their dorm room and lodged himself between the sleeping Minho.
“Tae.”
“Yes Umma?”
“Is Hyung done?”
“Yup, He already went home.”
“Good. Was it good.”
“Yunho-hyung got kicked in the ass.”
“Oh god, how I wish we had a camera taping every single moment of the plan.”
Taemin chuckled to himself.
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Taemin’s mind
Mufufufufufufufu.
///
Key’s mind
Baby, I can hear your laugh. I know you taped the whole sex scene with your videocam I gave you last christmas so give it right now!
///
Taemin’s mind
Nu-uh. Hyung said you can only watch it under doctor’s supervision. And besides, it’s like you need more smut in your life, with you sleeping with Onew-Appa everyday and having an affair with Jonghyun-Ahjusshi every afternoon. You won’t even let Minho take me out on a date, so I’m gonna keep this tape and you can only imagine how hot it was.
///
Key’s Mind
You lit-
///
Taemin’s Mind
I’m going out with Changmin-hyung this afternoon and I’m gonna take Minho with me. Don’t wait up, ‘kay?We’re gonna have so much fun. And you’re not invited.
Oh, and here’s something to shut you up. Changmin-hyung and Yunho-hyung had sex with their costumes on.
///
Onew woke up feeling something splashed in his face. When he opened up his tired eyes, Key’s face smeared with blood all over and staining the bed sheets didn’t surprise him one bit.
“Key, give it a rest, okay? Last night was rough and I won’t take you to the hospital if you keep doing it on purpose.” He shoved a tissue box from the bedstand under Key’s nose and went back to sleep.
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my smut is failure.
my crack is failure.
comments please! ; )