An Empty Office
Title: An Empty Office
Raiting: nc-17
Pairing: Di/Heechul
Word Count: 1,500
Warning: Straight Porn
Heechul was so tired he hardly noticed when a delicate yet firm hand pulled him into an empty office, he was heading home after recording Youngstreet to feed his cats and then crash.
“Oh, what do you want Di?” Heechul asked, halfheartedly “Didn’t I give you my autogra-” and before he could finish his sentence a pair of tiny soft lips captured his mouth, cutting him off.
Now this was not what he expected, sure he thought maybe she was going to ask him out for a drink or something (which he would have kindly refused 1. because he was tired 2. his cat was hungry and 3. because she is in a different company) but he did like Di. No, like isn’t the right word. He wanted Di, her blonde boyish hair, her small frame, she wasn’t his type but there was something deliciously seductive about her, and he wanted a taste of it.
Di’s hands were quick, sliding under his shirt, palms pressing flat on his chest as she shoved him against the wall and molded her body to his, deepening the kiss.
Heechul kissed back, but only just. He hadn’t been touched in so long he couldn’t resist her, her soft hands and warm body were overwhelming, and she smelled as good as she looked. He raised his hands and placed them on her lower back, not possessively, but just enough to keep her there.
Heechul was torn, he didn’t want to lead her on, but he didn’t want her to stop either. Without thinking he parted his lips ever so slightly, a wet tongue filled his mouth, he tightened his grip around her waist and gave in. Taking control of the kiss he spread his hand out along her back, his other hand moved up to curl around the back of her neck tipping it up so that their tongues could meet.
Di’s hands moved to his collar and began to undo the buttons of his shirt, her lips moving down to kiss every unveiled inch. Heechul groaned under his breath and moved so that his thigh was between her legs. As she reached the last button he brought her back up and kissed her again for god know how long, afraid he would forget the taste of her. The finally parted, panting.
“Are you in a hurry?” Di asked running her hands up his smooth stomach, a smile peaking out on the corners of her lips.
"You kiss me like that” Heechul picked her up and dropped her on a nearby desk. “…and then ask me if I’m in a hurry?” He let his shirt slide off his shoulders and tossed it aside, he returned his hungry lips to her mouth while pulling at the fabric of her sweater. Di wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer, rubbing herself slowly on the growing bulge in his pants. Heechul moaned softly and pushed her down into the desk. He latched onto her neck and snuck his hands under her shirt shoving it up under her armpits.
Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra…
Heechul’s cock was at its full hardness how, and pressing painfully against the tight denim of his pants. His fingertips ghosted on her skin making goose bumps along the surface. Flicking out his tongue he licked a strip of her stomach. She gasped and propped herself up on her elbows.
“You’re fantasized about me, haven’t you?”
Heechul smirked, “don’t be ridiculous.” And bit down on a nipple, a little more than playfully. Di winced and clenched her legs tighter around him.
“Well… I’ve thought about you, your knees bucking as your dick is halfway down my throat, trembling as the hot liquid dribbles down inside me. You’d like that wouldn’t you… Then I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t see straight, till I’m reduced to inane babble, moaning your name… I want your cock Kim Heechul.”
Heechul made a soft noise in the back of his throat and continued to suckle at the red nub as if he didn’t hear her.
Di huffed and sat up, throwing her shirt off she slipped off the desk and shoved Heechul against the wall again,
Heechul, not liking being shoved again rolled his eyes and bit his lip to prevent himself from saying anything, but he was soon soothed by Di’s wet tongue dragging down his chest.
His fists at his sides clenched harder the further south Di went, by the time she was kneeling and undoing his belt, they were red and shaking.
“You certainly like to take your time.” Heechul grunted as Di dragged his zipper down one tooth at a time.
“You never answered when I asked if you were in a hurry.” Di replied.
Heechul, deciding it was the wrong time to mention his cats did not respond, but instead reached out and brushed a few locks of Di’s hair out of her face and tucked them behind her ear as she pulled his jeans down. He opened his mouth to say something about not prying into other people’s business but lost his voice when a bouquet of slender fingers splayed out and rubbed his length through his briefs. With another tug the last of the fabric was removed and she was swallowing him.
Is had been so long.
His breath hitched and his jaw clenched harder as Di bobbed her head, her small mouth stretching and straining to accommodate his girth, cheek flushing and hollowing. Heechul placed a hand on the back of her head, not to force her down, but he liked knowing he could if he wanted to.
Di choked and sputtered as she tried to take all of him in, Heechul nearly choked himself feeling his dick rubbing against the walls of her throat. His eyes shut and his head fell with a “thunk” against the wall.
Then it stopped, Heechul whimpered and opened his eyes, Di was back on the desk toying with the hem of her shorts.
“Your turn” she said, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, and tinge of lust in her voice. Heechul strutted over, shoved her down onto the desk, grabbed her shorts and ripped them off, panties and all. Then he then pulled the chair out from under the desk and sat down.
“I’ll watch for a bit thanks.”
Heechul propped his head up with his fist, his eyes following her hands as they wandered over her body. Her fingers trailed lightly over her breasts then followed the line of her sternum downward; she spread her legs and hooked her heels to the edge of the desk, using her index and ring finger she spread herself and with the middle she dipped into the wetness that had been pooling there. Heechul watched with a blank expression as she pleasured herself. As Di’s slid her fingers into herself she moaned, long and low. Heechul turned red and moved his hand over his mouth to hide a smirk, his other hand getting closer and closer to himself.
Di began to fuck herself, jerking and whimpering with each thrust of her arm. Heechul, unable to just watch any longer grasped his cock and stoked himself, but he was soon stopped by a heel jabbing into his forearm. Di continued to thrust into herself, bending and wiggling and groaning with pleasure. Heechul not content with watching any longer tried to stand up only to have the other heel inserted into his shoulder, he swore and gripped the armrests of the chair. Heechul grabbed her legs and stood intending to overpower her and have his way but Di was too quick, with a swift kick to the stomach he winced and sat back down. In the split second his eyes are closed Di had positioned herself over him and was sinking down onto his cock.
“Ahh so big.” She said breathlessly, cheeks pink.
Heechul was speechless, he had forgotten how hot the human body was, he felt like he was burning up, and it felt so damn good. Firmly he gripped Di’s hips and thrust into her deliciously and erratically, his breathing heavy. He scooted to the edge of the chair for a better angle and thrust into her to the hilt. He pounded into her so hard that the chair wheeled out from under them and they slid to the floor, Di repositioned herself and rode him smooth and deep, her hips as fluid as they were onstage.
Then she stopped, her body stiffened and she screamed Heechul’s name into his neck, Heechul fucked her straight through her orgasm, she must have been closer than she let on, her body convulsed and her toes twitched. Heechul would have watched with a smug look of satisfaction on his face but his own orgasm was approaching fast, his eyes were pressed shut and his teeth were grit. Di regained herself and with the last of her strength she rolled her hips as fast as she could as Heechul's thrusts lost power and his orgasm took him. His mouth fell open and his face relaxed as he moaned and released into her, his and back hips jerking.
They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath. Di detached herself and began to clean up the mess using her tongue of all things to which Heechul began to get aroused all over again. (“Aish what was your last profession anyway?!”) He shoved her off of him and began to get dressed. Suddenly self conscious again he turned around and awkwardly slipped into his cold clothes. He turned around to offer Di god knows what, a ride somewhere? What the hell would that look like?
But Di was gone.
. . .
Heechul's cats has never eaten so ravenously before.
Raiting: nc-17
Pairing: Di/Heechul
Word Count: 1,500
Warning: Straight Porn
Heechul was so tired he hardly noticed when a delicate yet firm hand pulled him into an empty office, he was heading home after recording Youngstreet to feed his cats and then crash.
“Oh, what do you want Di?” Heechul asked, halfheartedly “Didn’t I give you my autogra-” and before he could finish his sentence a pair of tiny soft lips captured his mouth, cutting him off.
Now this was not what he expected, sure he thought maybe she was going to ask him out for a drink or something (which he would have kindly refused 1. because he was tired 2. his cat was hungry and 3. because she is in a different company) but he did like Di. No, like isn’t the right word. He wanted Di, her blonde boyish hair, her small frame, she wasn’t his type but there was something deliciously seductive about her, and he wanted a taste of it.
Di’s hands were quick, sliding under his shirt, palms pressing flat on his chest as she shoved him against the wall and molded her body to his, deepening the kiss.
Heechul kissed back, but only just. He hadn’t been touched in so long he couldn’t resist her, her soft hands and warm body were overwhelming, and she smelled as good as she looked. He raised his hands and placed them on her lower back, not possessively, but just enough to keep her there.
Heechul was torn, he didn’t want to lead her on, but he didn’t want her to stop either. Without thinking he parted his lips ever so slightly, a wet tongue filled his mouth, he tightened his grip around her waist and gave in. Taking control of the kiss he spread his hand out along her back, his other hand moved up to curl around the back of her neck tipping it up so that their tongues could meet.
Di’s hands moved to his collar and began to undo the buttons of his shirt, her lips moving down to kiss every unveiled inch. Heechul groaned under his breath and moved so that his thigh was between her legs. As she reached the last button he brought her back up and kissed her again for god know how long, afraid he would forget the taste of her. The finally parted, panting.
“Are you in a hurry?” Di asked running her hands up his smooth stomach, a smile peaking out on the corners of her lips.
"You kiss me like that” Heechul picked her up and dropped her on a nearby desk. “…and then ask me if I’m in a hurry?” He let his shirt slide off his shoulders and tossed it aside, he returned his hungry lips to her mouth while pulling at the fabric of her sweater. Di wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer, rubbing herself slowly on the growing bulge in his pants. Heechul moaned softly and pushed her down into the desk. He latched onto her neck and snuck his hands under her shirt shoving it up under her armpits.
Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra…
Heechul’s cock was at its full hardness how, and pressing painfully against the tight denim of his pants. His fingertips ghosted on her skin making goose bumps along the surface. Flicking out his tongue he licked a strip of her stomach. She gasped and propped herself up on her elbows.
“You’re fantasized about me, haven’t you?”
Heechul smirked, “don’t be ridiculous.” And bit down on a nipple, a little more than playfully. Di winced and clenched her legs tighter around him.
“Well… I’ve thought about you, your knees bucking as your dick is halfway down my throat, trembling as the hot liquid dribbles down inside me. You’d like that wouldn’t you… Then I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t see straight, till I’m reduced to inane babble, moaning your name… I want your cock Kim Heechul.”
Heechul made a soft noise in the back of his throat and continued to suckle at the red nub as if he didn’t hear her.
Di huffed and sat up, throwing her shirt off she slipped off the desk and shoved Heechul against the wall again,
Heechul, not liking being shoved again rolled his eyes and bit his lip to prevent himself from saying anything, but he was soon soothed by Di’s wet tongue dragging down his chest.
His fists at his sides clenched harder the further south Di went, by the time she was kneeling and undoing his belt, they were red and shaking.
“You certainly like to take your time.” Heechul grunted as Di dragged his zipper down one tooth at a time.
“You never answered when I asked if you were in a hurry.” Di replied.
Heechul, deciding it was the wrong time to mention his cats did not respond, but instead reached out and brushed a few locks of Di’s hair out of her face and tucked them behind her ear as she pulled his jeans down. He opened his mouth to say something about not prying into other people’s business but lost his voice when a bouquet of slender fingers splayed out and rubbed his length through his briefs. With another tug the last of the fabric was removed and she was swallowing him.
Is had been so long.
His breath hitched and his jaw clenched harder as Di bobbed her head, her small mouth stretching and straining to accommodate his girth, cheek flushing and hollowing. Heechul placed a hand on the back of her head, not to force her down, but he liked knowing he could if he wanted to.
Di choked and sputtered as she tried to take all of him in, Heechul nearly choked himself feeling his dick rubbing against the walls of her throat. His eyes shut and his head fell with a “thunk” against the wall.
Then it stopped, Heechul whimpered and opened his eyes, Di was back on the desk toying with the hem of her shorts.
“Your turn” she said, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, and tinge of lust in her voice. Heechul strutted over, shoved her down onto the desk, grabbed her shorts and ripped them off, panties and all. Then he then pulled the chair out from under the desk and sat down.
“I’ll watch for a bit thanks.”
Heechul propped his head up with his fist, his eyes following her hands as they wandered over her body. Her fingers trailed lightly over her breasts then followed the line of her sternum downward; she spread her legs and hooked her heels to the edge of the desk, using her index and ring finger she spread herself and with the middle she dipped into the wetness that had been pooling there. Heechul watched with a blank expression as she pleasured herself. As Di’s slid her fingers into herself she moaned, long and low. Heechul turned red and moved his hand over his mouth to hide a smirk, his other hand getting closer and closer to himself.
Di began to fuck herself, jerking and whimpering with each thrust of her arm. Heechul, unable to just watch any longer grasped his cock and stoked himself, but he was soon stopped by a heel jabbing into his forearm. Di continued to thrust into herself, bending and wiggling and groaning with pleasure. Heechul not content with watching any longer tried to stand up only to have the other heel inserted into his shoulder, he swore and gripped the armrests of the chair. Heechul grabbed her legs and stood intending to overpower her and have his way but Di was too quick, with a swift kick to the stomach he winced and sat back down. In the split second his eyes are closed Di had positioned herself over him and was sinking down onto his cock.
“Ahh so big.” She said breathlessly, cheeks pink.
Heechul was speechless, he had forgotten how hot the human body was, he felt like he was burning up, and it felt so damn good. Firmly he gripped Di’s hips and thrust into her deliciously and erratically, his breathing heavy. He scooted to the edge of the chair for a better angle and thrust into her to the hilt. He pounded into her so hard that the chair wheeled out from under them and they slid to the floor, Di repositioned herself and rode him smooth and deep, her hips as fluid as they were onstage.
Then she stopped, her body stiffened and she screamed Heechul’s name into his neck, Heechul fucked her straight through her orgasm, she must have been closer than she let on, her body convulsed and her toes twitched. Heechul would have watched with a smug look of satisfaction on his face but his own orgasm was approaching fast, his eyes were pressed shut and his teeth were grit. Di regained herself and with the last of her strength she rolled her hips as fast as she could as Heechul's thrusts lost power and his orgasm took him. His mouth fell open and his face relaxed as he moaned and released into her, his and back hips jerking.
They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath. Di detached herself and began to clean up the mess using her tongue of all things to which Heechul began to get aroused all over again. (“Aish what was your last profession anyway?!”) He shoved her off of him and began to get dressed. Suddenly self conscious again he turned around and awkwardly slipped into his cold clothes. He turned around to offer Di god knows what, a ride somewhere? What the hell would that look like?
But Di was gone.
. . .
Heechul's cats has never eaten so ravenously before.