Come Fly With Me
Title: Come Fly With Me
Pairing/Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: R
Warnings: SMUT ahead. Occasional curses.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended. I make no claim to own any of the people in this story. Any similarities between this and any other story is purely coincidental.
Authors Note:
130327 SUKIRA: Ryeowook said he's seen some flight stewardess that were his type
Sungmin - "See, this time when we flew... Ryeowook said 'isn't she pretty..?' but he was too shy to even talk to her."
You hold back the smile as you see a familiar face board the aeroplane you're working on. As a senior member of cabin crew you were often placed on assignment on planes carrying celebrities, and this time was no exception - Super Junior had boarded the plane. You were lucky enough to have been on the last flight that Super Junior M had taken, and spotted the shy glances one of the members had been giving you, the small smile as you passed by his seat. He was cute, they all were, but he could have easily been mistaken for a girl, with long eyelashes and large eyes, a round face and small nose. This time you weren't going to let the shy looks pass, you were going to make sure that Kim Ryeowook had the flight of his life.
~###~
You sigh a breath of relief as the pilot signals it's safe to move around the cabin, quickly working with your colleagues to prepare the first round of complimentary drinks for the first class passengers.
"Hyorin, let me change with you." You say, not really caring if you less experienced girl agreed or not, grabbing a tray full of glasses of champagne and heading out into the cabin.
You smile as you pass glasses to his band members, purposefully leaving the eternal maknae until last. You flutter your eyelashes as you pass the glass to him, purposefully bending over a little too far so your chest would show. "Kim Ryeowook-ssi, please let me know if there is anything else I can help with." You flirt, knowing that it's against company policy, but you couldn't let an opportunity like this pass.
"I-I will." He stuttered, causing a band mate to laugh at him.
You smile again before turning, making sure to sway your hips as you walk away from him. His gaze is almost burning a hole in your back and you smirk, knowing that it wouldn't be long until he succumbed.
~###~
A little after two hours into the flight you spot Ryeowook stand and stretch slowly, before moving towards the flight attendant's area. You cock your head to one side as he looks around the small area, smiling shyly as he catches your eye.
"Kim Ryeowook-ssi, is everything okay?" You ask, slowly stepping towards him, hoping that the other attendants are busy in economy class.
"Yes." His voice is squeaky with nerves and you can't help but smile at how cute he is.
"Can I help you with something?" You ask, stepping closer to him, close enough to smell his spicy cologne. You place a hand on his arm and feel him tense at your touch.
"There was something." He says shyly, eyes downcast. His hands move hesitantly to your waist and you smirk, knowing that you're on the same wavelength.
"Come with me." You say, quickly taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom, which is thankfully larger than the ones in the economy cabin. As soon as the door is locked your lips are on his, weight pressing him against the small sink. It takes a moment for him to realise what is happening before you feel the gentle pressure of him returning the kiss. You feel his mouth open against yours, tongue pressing shyly against your lips before you meet it with your own, stroking the muscle slowly, coaxing it into your mouth. His chest rumbles as he moans, the sound muffled between your mouths before you break for air, sucking in lungfuls before kissing again, his movements becoming more assured. You press closer, shifting slightly and dragging another moan from him as you rub against the tell tale bulge in his pants.
You're the one to break the second kiss, forehead resting against his as you run your hands down his chest, untucking his neat shirt before resting on the fastenings to his pants, feeling his length pressing against the zipper. "Is this what you want?" You ask, watching as he nods. "I won't tell." You assure before flicking open the button, fingers playing with the zipper before inching it down. He gasps as you draw a line along the length of his manhood, separated only by his underwear. You distract him with a kiss as you push his pants and underwear to the floor, feeling his gasp as the air-conditioned air hits his bare legs and erection. You wrap your fingers around his length, the low grumble of his moan echoing around the small room as you touch his heated flesh, slowly starting to move. His flesh is soft like silk and you can't resist watching him, his face contorting with pleasure as you move, mouth falling open in a silent moan.
"What do you want?" You ask, wanting his pretty mouth to speak dirty words. "Tell me."
"S-suck me." He stutters. "I want you to suck me."
You nod, sinking slowly to your knees in the cramped cabin, his manhood level with your face, and you lick your lips in anticipation. His erection is thick and long, and you can't wait to have your mouth stretched around it. You press a kiss to the head, tongue lapping at the bitter pre-cum that already gathered, and you moan at the taste - despite his almost feminine looks he tastes so manly. You move slowly, teasingly, taking more of him into your mouth before pulling back, rolling your tongue around the head before sliding back down, taking as much of him as you can. He groans and his hands move to the back of your head, tangling in your hair, gently supporting your head as you move, picking up a rhythm as you become accustomed to the stretch. You moan as you make eye contact with him, the vibrations causing him to groan and buck his hips, forcing you to take more of him.
"Shit."
You pull away from him, his manhood shiny with saliva as you continue to work him with your hand. "I can't believe you just swore." You laugh, before manoeuvring him with your free hand and reversing your positions, your backside pressed against the sink. He launches forward, pressing your mouths together once again, tongue diving past your open lips and moaning as it meets yours. He's more certain this time, reaching around your body and unzipping the navy blue pencil skirt you're wearing and pushing it to the floor, your panties following not long afterwards. You quickly step out of them before hopping onto the sink, legs wrapping around his slim hips and bringing him closer to you, his erection pressing teasingly against your slit.
"Fuck me." You whisper the words directly into his ear before sucking the lobe into your mouth, and he doesn't hesitate in positioning himself and pressing into your waiting body. You both moan as he buries himself in you, you feel so full and can't help but buck your hips at the sensation, drawing another moan from him. He starts to move quickly and with no rhythm and you realise just how inexperienced he really is at all this. Instinct soon takes over as he finds a rhythm, pressing hard and deep into you and causing you to moan with each thrust of his hips. Your fingers scrabble against his back, trying to find an anchor as the pleasure increases and you spiral quickly towards oblivion. "I'm close." You say, moans turning into pants and broken syllables. His moans become more high pitched as he reaches his peak, his movements becoming sloppy as he just manages to catch your lips in a kiss before he releases, hips snapping forward forcefully. You reach your own orgasm moments later, the sensations too much to handle.
You kiss him softly as you both come down from your highs, feeling empty as he slides out of you. You give him a gentle smile as you redress him, carefully tucking his shirt into the waistband of his pants before pulling on your own panties and skirt.
"Thanks." He says, before pressing another kiss to your lips.
"You should go first." You say, not wanting to relinquish your hold on him, but knowing there was not much more of the flight left. You watch as he nods a final time before sliding open the bathroom door enough for him to squeeze though, giving you a 'okay' hand gesture to let you know the passageway was clear. You step back out into the cabin, professional smile on your face as you set to work on tidying the flight attendant's area, hoping that you have the pleasure of working the next flight Super Junior take.
Pairing/Fandom: Super Junior
Rating: R
Warnings: SMUT ahead. Occasional curses.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended. I make no claim to own any of the people in this story. Any similarities between this and any other story is purely coincidental.
Authors Note:
130327 SUKIRA: Ryeowook said he's seen some flight stewardess that were his type
Sungmin - "See, this time when we flew... Ryeowook said 'isn't she pretty..?' but he was too shy to even talk to her."
You hold back the smile as you see a familiar face board the aeroplane you're working on. As a senior member of cabin crew you were often placed on assignment on planes carrying celebrities, and this time was no exception - Super Junior had boarded the plane. You were lucky enough to have been on the last flight that Super Junior M had taken, and spotted the shy glances one of the members had been giving you, the small smile as you passed by his seat. He was cute, they all were, but he could have easily been mistaken for a girl, with long eyelashes and large eyes, a round face and small nose. This time you weren't going to let the shy looks pass, you were going to make sure that Kim Ryeowook had the flight of his life.
~###~
You sigh a breath of relief as the pilot signals it's safe to move around the cabin, quickly working with your colleagues to prepare the first round of complimentary drinks for the first class passengers.
"Hyorin, let me change with you." You say, not really caring if you less experienced girl agreed or not, grabbing a tray full of glasses of champagne and heading out into the cabin.
You smile as you pass glasses to his band members, purposefully leaving the eternal maknae until last. You flutter your eyelashes as you pass the glass to him, purposefully bending over a little too far so your chest would show. "Kim Ryeowook-ssi, please let me know if there is anything else I can help with." You flirt, knowing that it's against company policy, but you couldn't let an opportunity like this pass.
"I-I will." He stuttered, causing a band mate to laugh at him.
You smile again before turning, making sure to sway your hips as you walk away from him. His gaze is almost burning a hole in your back and you smirk, knowing that it wouldn't be long until he succumbed.
~###~
A little after two hours into the flight you spot Ryeowook stand and stretch slowly, before moving towards the flight attendant's area. You cock your head to one side as he looks around the small area, smiling shyly as he catches your eye.
"Kim Ryeowook-ssi, is everything okay?" You ask, slowly stepping towards him, hoping that the other attendants are busy in economy class.
"Yes." His voice is squeaky with nerves and you can't help but smile at how cute he is.
"Can I help you with something?" You ask, stepping closer to him, close enough to smell his spicy cologne. You place a hand on his arm and feel him tense at your touch.
"There was something." He says shyly, eyes downcast. His hands move hesitantly to your waist and you smirk, knowing that you're on the same wavelength.
"Come with me." You say, quickly taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom, which is thankfully larger than the ones in the economy cabin. As soon as the door is locked your lips are on his, weight pressing him against the small sink. It takes a moment for him to realise what is happening before you feel the gentle pressure of him returning the kiss. You feel his mouth open against yours, tongue pressing shyly against your lips before you meet it with your own, stroking the muscle slowly, coaxing it into your mouth. His chest rumbles as he moans, the sound muffled between your mouths before you break for air, sucking in lungfuls before kissing again, his movements becoming more assured. You press closer, shifting slightly and dragging another moan from him as you rub against the tell tale bulge in his pants.
You're the one to break the second kiss, forehead resting against his as you run your hands down his chest, untucking his neat shirt before resting on the fastenings to his pants, feeling his length pressing against the zipper. "Is this what you want?" You ask, watching as he nods. "I won't tell." You assure before flicking open the button, fingers playing with the zipper before inching it down. He gasps as you draw a line along the length of his manhood, separated only by his underwear. You distract him with a kiss as you push his pants and underwear to the floor, feeling his gasp as the air-conditioned air hits his bare legs and erection. You wrap your fingers around his length, the low grumble of his moan echoing around the small room as you touch his heated flesh, slowly starting to move. His flesh is soft like silk and you can't resist watching him, his face contorting with pleasure as you move, mouth falling open in a silent moan.
"What do you want?" You ask, wanting his pretty mouth to speak dirty words. "Tell me."
"S-suck me." He stutters. "I want you to suck me."
You nod, sinking slowly to your knees in the cramped cabin, his manhood level with your face, and you lick your lips in anticipation. His erection is thick and long, and you can't wait to have your mouth stretched around it. You press a kiss to the head, tongue lapping at the bitter pre-cum that already gathered, and you moan at the taste - despite his almost feminine looks he tastes so manly. You move slowly, teasingly, taking more of him into your mouth before pulling back, rolling your tongue around the head before sliding back down, taking as much of him as you can. He groans and his hands move to the back of your head, tangling in your hair, gently supporting your head as you move, picking up a rhythm as you become accustomed to the stretch. You moan as you make eye contact with him, the vibrations causing him to groan and buck his hips, forcing you to take more of him.
"Shit."
You pull away from him, his manhood shiny with saliva as you continue to work him with your hand. "I can't believe you just swore." You laugh, before manoeuvring him with your free hand and reversing your positions, your backside pressed against the sink. He launches forward, pressing your mouths together once again, tongue diving past your open lips and moaning as it meets yours. He's more certain this time, reaching around your body and unzipping the navy blue pencil skirt you're wearing and pushing it to the floor, your panties following not long afterwards. You quickly step out of them before hopping onto the sink, legs wrapping around his slim hips and bringing him closer to you, his erection pressing teasingly against your slit.
"Fuck me." You whisper the words directly into his ear before sucking the lobe into your mouth, and he doesn't hesitate in positioning himself and pressing into your waiting body. You both moan as he buries himself in you, you feel so full and can't help but buck your hips at the sensation, drawing another moan from him. He starts to move quickly and with no rhythm and you realise just how inexperienced he really is at all this. Instinct soon takes over as he finds a rhythm, pressing hard and deep into you and causing you to moan with each thrust of his hips. Your fingers scrabble against his back, trying to find an anchor as the pleasure increases and you spiral quickly towards oblivion. "I'm close." You say, moans turning into pants and broken syllables. His moans become more high pitched as he reaches his peak, his movements becoming sloppy as he just manages to catch your lips in a kiss before he releases, hips snapping forward forcefully. You reach your own orgasm moments later, the sensations too much to handle.
You kiss him softly as you both come down from your highs, feeling empty as he slides out of you. You give him a gentle smile as you redress him, carefully tucking his shirt into the waistband of his pants before pulling on your own panties and skirt.
"Thanks." He says, before pressing another kiss to your lips.
"You should go first." You say, not wanting to relinquish your hold on him, but knowing there was not much more of the flight left. You watch as he nods a final time before sliding open the bathroom door enough for him to squeeze though, giving you a 'okay' hand gesture to let you know the passageway was clear. You step back out into the cabin, professional smile on your face as you set to work on tidying the flight attendant's area, hoping that you have the pleasure of working the next flight Super Junior take.