SuJu oneshot featuring Yemin -- (2/2 oneshots)
Title: Sweet dreams in NY
Pairing: YeMin, hints of others
Genre: Crack, some smut
Rating: NC-17 for the smut parts.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: Yesung brings Sungmin with him to NYC.
Word count: 2226 (approx)
Notes: Unbeta-ed and written for all the fans of Yemin. This was based roughly off of two songs; Sweet dreams & Empire state of mind.
You can be a sweet dream
Or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don’t want to wake up from you
--Beyonce, Sweet dreams
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York
--Jay z/Alicia Keys, Empire state of mind.
Yesung never thought sharing a room with another man would be comfortable until he joined Super Junior. Now he can’t imagine life without those spunky people around him.
So it was only natural he had to invite one of them on his trip to New York City. None really wanted to come at first; they’re a lot stingier than they seem in the limelight. But once he mentioned that it was a free trip-having won it on some website-they all couldn’t wait to start begging for a chance to go.
Let’s face it; they hadn’t had a vacation in a very, very long time.
Yesung narrowed it down, day by day, to the guy who seemed most deserving of it and the most genuine with him.
Kibum would have been his first choice-if he were around-but he was almost impossible to contact. It wasn’t that he deserved to go either; he had missed well over a year of group activities. But he was just a natural decision in Yesung’s heart, as painful as it was to admit it. So, he moved on to the other boys.
The fans and media would have a field day if Kangin, who was being punished, was brought on a trip to New York; it just made no sense. But Yesung felt bad that Kangin was getting such rough treatment for something that wasn’t considered much of an offense in the American side of celebrity.
Shindong, Eunhyuk and Donghae were too busy creating new dance trends for the next star battle-as much as they said they were dying to go-so he left them off of his list completely.
Yesung didn’t realize how hard it was to be a dongsaeng until his hyung all threatened to mistreat him if he didn’t pick either of them-well, except Hankyung who was perfectly content to go on another secret trip to China with Siwon.
But once Yesung mentioned, accidentally, that they’d be sharing a room with him they gladly revoked their positions on the matter. (And deep down, they regretted it after the fact; they had heard such good things about Yesung’s from his roommates.)
Eeteuk sulked for a few minutes once Yesung refused to bring him, but Heechul cheered him up the same way he always did; morning sex in bed (rather than breakfast). There was nothing like a hot cup of-well, it wasn’t java in this case-but it was in the morning nonetheless.
Kyuhyun was just a little punk about it, as much as Yesung found it odd when the other members had called the magnae that in the past. He really didn’t deserve to go; he was being a little snot and whining over the constant beeping of his video games. That alone-the video games, not so much the whining-was enough to turn him off. How much time would they actually spend walking around and enjoying the trip if he brought his portable device? The baby was out of the race long before it started.
Yesung had a hard time choosing between the cute and guitar-gifted Sungmin, and the cute and vocally-gifted Ryeowook, because they were both just so damn likable.
Neither of them sucked up or acted cuter than they would on any other day. Ryeowook’s smile was bright and peaceful when he passed Yesung in the hall-something that happened on a daily basis. Sungmin strummed the strings of his female friend. Yesung decided that it was female on his own; most musicians treated their instruments as they would a lover.
Yesung, finally on the last day to make a decision, put both of their names in a hat-one that belonged to their leader-and drew a paper with their initials inscribed. Both men waited anxiously, their fingers crossed and eyes shut tight. Yesung unfolded the paper and read it aloud: “L. S.”
Ryeowook smiled through the disappointment and hugged Sungmin. “Have fun both of you! I hope you packed a bit, hyung.” He was a good sport until the end-Yesung noted-he would definitely be the next traveling partner.
---
Yesung fits in like he was born to live in a big American city. Sungmin doesn’t stand out much either as they walk side by side down Madison Avenue. They look through every piece of clothing, accessory and jewelry to try and find suitable souvenirs; if they didn’t there would be hell to pay back in Korea.
Yesung smiles as they plop down on a park bench, bags filling up their hands. It’s a new feeling, a good one-being normal. They could be whomever they wanted in New York and no one knew them, no one was stalking them for photos and kisses and attention. They were just people out here in New York; no one was judging them or criticizing their every move.
And from the smile plastered across Sungmin’s face, Yesung knows he feels the same.
---
Back in the hotel room, Yesung lies on the carpeted floor, his shirt discarded in a corner of the area. The tune blaring is so catchy Yesung starts singing along, despite not understanding most of it. Sungmin is humming along to the radio as well while he washes away the aches from the day.
♫
These streets will make you feel brand new, the lights will inspire you.
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York.
♫
Sungmin appears, towel low on his waist, and the same silly smile he had earlier across his face like a disease. Yesung is looking up at the younger man from his upside down view from the carpet, a smile that mirrors the younger man’s hanging off his lips.
“Is it just me, or does this song really fit our moods?” Sungmin chuckles and walks past Yesung.
Yesung is chuckling with the Sungmin, but for a different reason altogether; he’s just been flashed and he quite likes the view from below (instead of above, like he might enjoy with women, but men have no chests).
“I do really like the feel, the air, the style of this city-if that’s what you mean.” Yesung feels poetic suddenly, thanks to this refreshing place. Or maybe thanks to Sungmin who has quite an interesting physique.
Yesung rolls over onto his stomach, his hands folded under his chin as support. Sungmin pays him no mind as he drops the towel to the ground, leaning over the bed to grab a pair of boxers to put on-of course pink-snapping the elastic band.
All the while Yesung is looking the younger man up and down; something about new York is making him want to try new things, be more adventurous with himself as well as others. The other in this case being a very naked, very attractive effeminate man who oozes of pheromones suddenly.
Or maybe Yesung only just noticed.
Hairs dampened at the ends stick to his shoulder blades and make an interesting shape-something like an arrow encouraging the eye to look downward; drips slide down his spine like raindrops on a leaf; his skin revolts against the coldest of the water, creating goose bumps over his behind and upper thighs. That’s where Yesung’s eyes stop for a bit; thighs that seem to be calling him over to be touched and worshipped.
Yesung closes his eyes, tries to free his mind of the things he’d like to do, but instead is bombarded with rather explicit scenes replaying incessantly. Sungmin on top, Sungmin below, Sungmin screaming his name while he’s pounded into the pillows of the hotel room bed-there’s just no way to remove those images.
“Hyung?” Sungmin sits with his knees tucked under him. All he has on is his pink boxer shorts-they were a present from Heechul-and a towel holding his hair up. The shivers must have driven him to that decision, Yesung notices as he opens his eyes from the startling touch against his shoulder.
“Hyung, is something wrong?” Sungmin blinks, his lips curled upward in an indescribably cute smile.
Yesung clears his throat and sits up normally. “No, nothing of course.” He returns the smile and scrapes his fingers over his scalp; maybe the thoughts would go away by force.
Sungmin leans closer, his index drawing circles over Yesung’s bare chest. (He had completely forgotten lack of upper clothing.) Yesung jumps back a bit, grabbing the small digits with his own and looking up from his daze. “Sungmin?”
Sungmin giggles and pulls his hand away slowly, scooting closer on the carpet. “Can you call me Min, hyung?” He nears his face, his lips ghosting over the shell of Yesung’s ear as he adds: “And why aren’t you fucking me yet?”
He can’t really be much clearer than that, Yesung decides while he tackles Sungmin and drops him on the bed most unceremoniously.
It’s not long before Yesung is pinning Sungmin down and gnawing at his jaw, searching for a reason as to why he hadn’t tried this sooner-especially with Sungmin being so pliant to his affection. Sungmin isn’t trying to be in control, not even putting up any kind of struggle; he’s enjoying every motion as it comes. His fingernails scrape up Yesung’s back gently, slowly enough to drive any man to see red and want to tear the owner of those skilled fingers limb from limb (in a good way of course).
Sungmin whimpers and Yesung worries that he might have bitten too hard, maybe kissed in an area that was bruised. He feels generally guilty, but he doesn’t exactly know why.
“Should I stop?” Yesung’s voice comes out like a beaten child.
“What-“ Sungmin giggles and kisses Yesung’s cheek. “-No. I just want to put a do not disturb sign on the door.”
Yesung snickers and moves aside to let the younger man through, and the result is appeasing to his soul. Sungmin takes out the sign from-not the hotel’s dresser-but from his own duffel bag and puts it on the outside of the door.
He was clearly prepared beyond what Yesung knew.
Sungmin hurries back toward the bed, kicking off his boxers and visibly aroused, despite Yesung being somewhat blind without his contact lenses. He takes a flying leap and lands atop Yesung, his legs locking the older man in instantly, his lips attacking Yesung’s with a fire he didn’t know this man hand.
“Wait, wait-“ Yesung pulls away to take a breath. “Is this what you really want?”
Sungmin pretends to take a moment to ponder, his finger placed to his lips pensively. “Silly hyung. Yes I want you. That’s why I wanted to come here.”
To say Yesung was flattered by that would be an understatement.
Sungmin is back at it again in a moment; nibbling on Yesung’s bottom lip, his hands working lower, trying to pull off the stubborn briefs Yesung loves so much. Maybe they’re against this rough play, Sungmin thinks jokingly.
Yesung gladly kicks them off the bed and attaches his mouth to a spot below Sungmin’s neck. It’s not long before they’re both fully hard and trying to find more ways to make the other scream out (and admit defeat, in other words).
Yesung tugs Sungmin roughly, with nothing more than saliva as lubricant. Sungmin tries to use his flexibility and mouths along the inside of Yesung’s thigh, stopping short of that treasured area. The longer they make each other suffer like this, the less time they have to perform actual intercourse, which might be a good thing; they’ve never done it with each other.
Yesung growls and pulls Sungmin’s hips closer, his tongue toying up and down the throbbing shaft of the younger man. Sungmin is doing the best he can to not scream out Yesung’s name like some cat in heat, but that tongue is driving him up the wall with each new touch.
One thing leads to another-much faster than either of them predicted-and suddenly Yesung is buried so deep inside Sungmin neither of them can manage a breath of air, let alone coherent speech. There’s thrusting in and sighs let out; legs wrapped around a toned waist as if to keep steady, but rather to keep from falling apart; lips locked in a desperate kiss, both of them greedy for affection and lusting for more.
Yesung feels like he’s coming undone, not only coming, when he cries out and spills inside of the man he knows, and has grown to love. Sungmin doesn’t hold on much longer than Yesung; he’s crying out with the last thrust pushed into him.
They lie there for a while, just trying to remember how it reached this point. But neither of them cares anyway because the result is wonderful, and that’s all that matters.
The souvenirs they bring with them on the way home are more on the mental side, rather than physical. But that’s the perk of being only two people, locked in a room, in a foreign country; no one else can find out.
//End//
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Pairing: YeMin, hints of others
Genre: Crack, some smut
Rating: NC-17 for the smut parts.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: Yesung brings Sungmin with him to NYC.
Word count: 2226 (approx)
Notes: Unbeta-ed and written for all the fans of Yemin. This was based roughly off of two songs; Sweet dreams & Empire state of mind.
You can be a sweet dream
Or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don’t want to wake up from you
--Beyonce, Sweet dreams
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York
--Jay z/Alicia Keys, Empire state of mind.
Yesung never thought sharing a room with another man would be comfortable until he joined Super Junior. Now he can’t imagine life without those spunky people around him.
So it was only natural he had to invite one of them on his trip to New York City. None really wanted to come at first; they’re a lot stingier than they seem in the limelight. But once he mentioned that it was a free trip-having won it on some website-they all couldn’t wait to start begging for a chance to go.
Let’s face it; they hadn’t had a vacation in a very, very long time.
Yesung narrowed it down, day by day, to the guy who seemed most deserving of it and the most genuine with him.
Kibum would have been his first choice-if he were around-but he was almost impossible to contact. It wasn’t that he deserved to go either; he had missed well over a year of group activities. But he was just a natural decision in Yesung’s heart, as painful as it was to admit it. So, he moved on to the other boys.
The fans and media would have a field day if Kangin, who was being punished, was brought on a trip to New York; it just made no sense. But Yesung felt bad that Kangin was getting such rough treatment for something that wasn’t considered much of an offense in the American side of celebrity.
Shindong, Eunhyuk and Donghae were too busy creating new dance trends for the next star battle-as much as they said they were dying to go-so he left them off of his list completely.
Yesung didn’t realize how hard it was to be a dongsaeng until his hyung all threatened to mistreat him if he didn’t pick either of them-well, except Hankyung who was perfectly content to go on another secret trip to China with Siwon.
But once Yesung mentioned, accidentally, that they’d be sharing a room with him they gladly revoked their positions on the matter. (And deep down, they regretted it after the fact; they had heard such good things about Yesung’s from his roommates.)
Eeteuk sulked for a few minutes once Yesung refused to bring him, but Heechul cheered him up the same way he always did; morning sex in bed (rather than breakfast). There was nothing like a hot cup of-well, it wasn’t java in this case-but it was in the morning nonetheless.
Kyuhyun was just a little punk about it, as much as Yesung found it odd when the other members had called the magnae that in the past. He really didn’t deserve to go; he was being a little snot and whining over the constant beeping of his video games. That alone-the video games, not so much the whining-was enough to turn him off. How much time would they actually spend walking around and enjoying the trip if he brought his portable device? The baby was out of the race long before it started.
Yesung had a hard time choosing between the cute and guitar-gifted Sungmin, and the cute and vocally-gifted Ryeowook, because they were both just so damn likable.
Neither of them sucked up or acted cuter than they would on any other day. Ryeowook’s smile was bright and peaceful when he passed Yesung in the hall-something that happened on a daily basis. Sungmin strummed the strings of his female friend. Yesung decided that it was female on his own; most musicians treated their instruments as they would a lover.
Yesung, finally on the last day to make a decision, put both of their names in a hat-one that belonged to their leader-and drew a paper with their initials inscribed. Both men waited anxiously, their fingers crossed and eyes shut tight. Yesung unfolded the paper and read it aloud: “L. S.”
Ryeowook smiled through the disappointment and hugged Sungmin. “Have fun both of you! I hope you packed a bit, hyung.” He was a good sport until the end-Yesung noted-he would definitely be the next traveling partner.
---
Yesung fits in like he was born to live in a big American city. Sungmin doesn’t stand out much either as they walk side by side down Madison Avenue. They look through every piece of clothing, accessory and jewelry to try and find suitable souvenirs; if they didn’t there would be hell to pay back in Korea.
Yesung smiles as they plop down on a park bench, bags filling up their hands. It’s a new feeling, a good one-being normal. They could be whomever they wanted in New York and no one knew them, no one was stalking them for photos and kisses and attention. They were just people out here in New York; no one was judging them or criticizing their every move.
And from the smile plastered across Sungmin’s face, Yesung knows he feels the same.
---
Back in the hotel room, Yesung lies on the carpeted floor, his shirt discarded in a corner of the area. The tune blaring is so catchy Yesung starts singing along, despite not understanding most of it. Sungmin is humming along to the radio as well while he washes away the aches from the day.
♫
These streets will make you feel brand new, the lights will inspire you.
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York.
♫
Sungmin appears, towel low on his waist, and the same silly smile he had earlier across his face like a disease. Yesung is looking up at the younger man from his upside down view from the carpet, a smile that mirrors the younger man’s hanging off his lips.
“Is it just me, or does this song really fit our moods?” Sungmin chuckles and walks past Yesung.
Yesung is chuckling with the Sungmin, but for a different reason altogether; he’s just been flashed and he quite likes the view from below (instead of above, like he might enjoy with women, but men have no chests).
“I do really like the feel, the air, the style of this city-if that’s what you mean.” Yesung feels poetic suddenly, thanks to this refreshing place. Or maybe thanks to Sungmin who has quite an interesting physique.
Yesung rolls over onto his stomach, his hands folded under his chin as support. Sungmin pays him no mind as he drops the towel to the ground, leaning over the bed to grab a pair of boxers to put on-of course pink-snapping the elastic band.
All the while Yesung is looking the younger man up and down; something about new York is making him want to try new things, be more adventurous with himself as well as others. The other in this case being a very naked, very attractive effeminate man who oozes of pheromones suddenly.
Or maybe Yesung only just noticed.
Hairs dampened at the ends stick to his shoulder blades and make an interesting shape-something like an arrow encouraging the eye to look downward; drips slide down his spine like raindrops on a leaf; his skin revolts against the coldest of the water, creating goose bumps over his behind and upper thighs. That’s where Yesung’s eyes stop for a bit; thighs that seem to be calling him over to be touched and worshipped.
Yesung closes his eyes, tries to free his mind of the things he’d like to do, but instead is bombarded with rather explicit scenes replaying incessantly. Sungmin on top, Sungmin below, Sungmin screaming his name while he’s pounded into the pillows of the hotel room bed-there’s just no way to remove those images.
“Hyung?” Sungmin sits with his knees tucked under him. All he has on is his pink boxer shorts-they were a present from Heechul-and a towel holding his hair up. The shivers must have driven him to that decision, Yesung notices as he opens his eyes from the startling touch against his shoulder.
“Hyung, is something wrong?” Sungmin blinks, his lips curled upward in an indescribably cute smile.
Yesung clears his throat and sits up normally. “No, nothing of course.” He returns the smile and scrapes his fingers over his scalp; maybe the thoughts would go away by force.
Sungmin leans closer, his index drawing circles over Yesung’s bare chest. (He had completely forgotten lack of upper clothing.) Yesung jumps back a bit, grabbing the small digits with his own and looking up from his daze. “Sungmin?”
Sungmin giggles and pulls his hand away slowly, scooting closer on the carpet. “Can you call me Min, hyung?” He nears his face, his lips ghosting over the shell of Yesung’s ear as he adds: “And why aren’t you fucking me yet?”
He can’t really be much clearer than that, Yesung decides while he tackles Sungmin and drops him on the bed most unceremoniously.
It’s not long before Yesung is pinning Sungmin down and gnawing at his jaw, searching for a reason as to why he hadn’t tried this sooner-especially with Sungmin being so pliant to his affection. Sungmin isn’t trying to be in control, not even putting up any kind of struggle; he’s enjoying every motion as it comes. His fingernails scrape up Yesung’s back gently, slowly enough to drive any man to see red and want to tear the owner of those skilled fingers limb from limb (in a good way of course).
Sungmin whimpers and Yesung worries that he might have bitten too hard, maybe kissed in an area that was bruised. He feels generally guilty, but he doesn’t exactly know why.
“Should I stop?” Yesung’s voice comes out like a beaten child.
“What-“ Sungmin giggles and kisses Yesung’s cheek. “-No. I just want to put a do not disturb sign on the door.”
Yesung snickers and moves aside to let the younger man through, and the result is appeasing to his soul. Sungmin takes out the sign from-not the hotel’s dresser-but from his own duffel bag and puts it on the outside of the door.
He was clearly prepared beyond what Yesung knew.
Sungmin hurries back toward the bed, kicking off his boxers and visibly aroused, despite Yesung being somewhat blind without his contact lenses. He takes a flying leap and lands atop Yesung, his legs locking the older man in instantly, his lips attacking Yesung’s with a fire he didn’t know this man hand.
“Wait, wait-“ Yesung pulls away to take a breath. “Is this what you really want?”
Sungmin pretends to take a moment to ponder, his finger placed to his lips pensively. “Silly hyung. Yes I want you. That’s why I wanted to come here.”
To say Yesung was flattered by that would be an understatement.
Sungmin is back at it again in a moment; nibbling on Yesung’s bottom lip, his hands working lower, trying to pull off the stubborn briefs Yesung loves so much. Maybe they’re against this rough play, Sungmin thinks jokingly.
Yesung gladly kicks them off the bed and attaches his mouth to a spot below Sungmin’s neck. It’s not long before they’re both fully hard and trying to find more ways to make the other scream out (and admit defeat, in other words).
Yesung tugs Sungmin roughly, with nothing more than saliva as lubricant. Sungmin tries to use his flexibility and mouths along the inside of Yesung’s thigh, stopping short of that treasured area. The longer they make each other suffer like this, the less time they have to perform actual intercourse, which might be a good thing; they’ve never done it with each other.
Yesung growls and pulls Sungmin’s hips closer, his tongue toying up and down the throbbing shaft of the younger man. Sungmin is doing the best he can to not scream out Yesung’s name like some cat in heat, but that tongue is driving him up the wall with each new touch.
One thing leads to another-much faster than either of them predicted-and suddenly Yesung is buried so deep inside Sungmin neither of them can manage a breath of air, let alone coherent speech. There’s thrusting in and sighs let out; legs wrapped around a toned waist as if to keep steady, but rather to keep from falling apart; lips locked in a desperate kiss, both of them greedy for affection and lusting for more.
Yesung feels like he’s coming undone, not only coming, when he cries out and spills inside of the man he knows, and has grown to love. Sungmin doesn’t hold on much longer than Yesung; he’s crying out with the last thrust pushed into him.
They lie there for a while, just trying to remember how it reached this point. But neither of them cares anyway because the result is wonderful, and that’s all that matters.
The souvenirs they bring with them on the way home are more on the mental side, rather than physical. But that’s the perk of being only two people, locked in a room, in a foreign country; no one else can find out.
//End//
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