[Super Junior] QMi & CinHae ficlets
for kyuppuccino, for no particular reason except that she whored at me for it, lol
too fast to live, too young to die
super junior, pg-13, qmi, 888 words
corporate au. zhou mi wants to rebel a little.
Zhou Mi's father had been telling him for years that he needed to learn the ins and outs of socialising; it was key to being a successful businessman. Zhou Mi, after all, was going to eventually take over the successful corporation. So he had begun attending company parties since he was young, quietly unhappy but resigned in his stiff suits and uncomfortable, shiny shoes. He learned how to smile right, how to greet the prestigious people his father did business with, how to nod and stay silent, how to charm adults when he needed to. It all began wearing thin by the time Zhou Mi reached his late teens and the rebellious side he'd repressed until then began manifesting itself.
He didn't skip the party because that would've been suicide. His father wouldn't have disowned him, oh no: he would've done much worse. Zhou Mi wouldn't have been able to stand the disappointed look in his mother's eyes, either, so he went. He put on a pristine, tailored black suit and stiff white shirt and black silk tie. He brushed his hair back and practiced his smile, and held a glass of blood red wine in his hand as he greeted his father's guests politely.
Half an hour in, however, Zhou Mi dumped the Cabarnet Sauvignon in the potted plant near the entrance to the patio. Abandoning the glass on a nearby table, he stepped out of the mansion and onto the patio where one Cho Kyuhyun, son of the CEO of Zhou Corporations' biggest competition, was chatting with two men twice his age.
"Gentlemen," Zhou Mi murmured as he approached the group. "Do excuse me. I need to borrow Mr. Cho."
Kyuhyun looked at him with cold eyes but Zhou Mi's smile was perfect as always, as it had been for years. It gave nothing away.
The two older men nodded and smiled and continued talking as Zhou Mi put his hand lightly on Kyuhyun's arm and pulled him away.
"What do you want?" Kyuhyun asked him as soon as they were out of earshot. His voice was unfriendly, but his eyes were curious. Zhou Mi smiled again, this time genuine and pleased, a curl of satisfaction to it that he knew set Kyuhyun's nerves on edge. They had known each other for far too long. When you were in top echelons of a business like this, the inner circle was small and very, very familiar.
"What if I just wanted to talk, Kyuhyun?" Zhou Mi chided, voice airy.
"Then I'm leaving."
"Ah, ah--" Zhou Mi grabbed Kyuhyun before he could turn around and walk off, his long fingers closing around Kyuhyun's wrist in a grip far from polite. He tugged him closer, backing further into the trees and woodwork in the corner of the spacious gardens. "I'm tired of playing the good little boy all the time," Zhou Mi said.
Kyuhyun eyed him. "Oh really?" He started to smile, a much more dangerous smile than Zhou Mi's. It was practically feral, and matched with his sharp suit and crisp collar. Zhou Mi swallowed hard. He had always had a weakness for men in charge.
"So you want to rebel? Play the bad boy for a while?" Kyuhyun's voice had lowered, husky and skating along Zhou Mi's nerves.
Zhou Mi licked his lips. "Yes," he said.
Kyuhyun stepped closer and Zhou Mi's back hit the side of the gazebo, white wood twined in green vines. He swallowed hard as Kyuhyun's smile widened and he stepped closer again. The fine silk of his suit pants brushed Zhou Mi's and Zhou Mi held his breath. Another second, another heartbeat, and Kyuhyun's thigh pressed firmly between Zhou Mi's, warm and firm against his crotch as Kyuhyun leaned in to breathe in Zhou Mi's ear.
"Does your daddy know that you're consorting with the enemy?" he purred.
Zhou Mi's hands flexed involuntarily on the woodwork. He tilted his hips, canted his head to the side, breathed out a low, "Fraternizing with the enemy." Kyuhyun's lips grazed his ear. He swallowed a small sound. "No, he doesn't."
"This is practically treasonous," Kyuhyun observed.
"I don't care."
"Well..." Kyuhyun dragged out the word as mouthed at Zhou Mi's earlobe, warm, swiping at it with his tongue. Zhou Mi shuddered under him. "I suppose I owe it to my own company to take what advantages I can." One hand slid up over Zhou Mi's stomach, deftly undid the button on his suit, and continued its path up Zhou Mi's chest along his tie.
"Is this a hostile takeover?" he wondered, lips against Zhou Mi's jaw.
Zhou Mi laughed, pitch higher than normal and breathy. "No. No, this is what we call a corporate merger. A horizontal merger."
Kyuhyun laughed and fisted his hand in Zhou Mi's tie, roughly jerking his head down to meet Kyuhyun mouth-to-mouth. He rocked his hips into Zhou Mi's, feeling the other's erection against his thigh. "No, a vertical one."
Sleeping with the enemy was dangerous in the corporate world, but Zhou Mi was willing to assess and assume the risks. Kyuhyun was hard to resist. And what kind of teenage rebel would he be if he wasn't a daredevil? His father would just have to...come to terms with the new business arrangement. Zhou Mi moaned into Kyuhyun's mouth.
lololol corporate puns. dear_whimsy is so writing the sequel to this, with top!zm. 5 yrs later, maybe? when they are older and in charge and super hot? *_*
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for taylormercury, because i am sorry for traumatizing her with tentacles. :(
foreplay
super junior, nc-17, cinhae, 454 words
heechul makes useless observations because he can.
"Donghae-yah, have you been working out?" Heechul frowned in displeasure, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, kind of, you know." Donghae shrugged. "We don't do much in China other than play video games and work out. I mean, outside the performances and recording and stuff." He wriggled a little and gave Heechul a significant look.
"Stop squirming and let me examine you new buffness," Heechul ordered. He leaned in to inspect Donghae's arms, pinching the biceps with his fingers. He frowned more and ran his fingers from Donghae's bare shoulders down to his forearms, ignoring Donghae's involuntary shudder. "It's okay," he conceded. "But don't work out too much or Siwon'll feel threatened and then spend all his time in the gym and not with me."
Donghae groand and tossed his head. "Hyung. Can we please not talk about Siwonnie right now?" He scrunched up his face and pouted.
Heechul sighed loudly. "Don't be so self-centered, Donghae."
"But, hyung," Donghae whined. "Just. Can we do this later? I'm a little..." He flailed a hand at his lower body, which was pinned to the bed with Heechul straddling Donghae's hips. "Occupied," Donghae finished, plaintive.
Heechul smirked at him. "When did our little Fishy get so obsessed with sex that he won't even have a proper conversation with his hyung?"
"HYUNG, I'M NAKED," Donghae exploded.
"Aaand?" Heechul drawled before dissolving into laughter. His laughter cut off abruptly into a gasp when Donghae rolled his hips and Heechul's hands tightened in the sheets. He lurched forward and panted out a soft, "fuck." He gave Donghae a dirty look.
"Hyung," Donghae murmured, voice dropping an octave.
Heechul closed his eyes and tilted his head back, hair spilling down his back. "Donghae," he said severely, not looking at the man naked beneath him, "you're not allowed to do that. I'm the only one allowed to be a cocktease."
Donghae laughed and Heechul wriggled, all soft skin and bony knees, sliding down over Donghae until Heechul was sprawled on top and they were touching along the full lengths of their bodies. Heechul grinned. "Are you hard for me?" he purred, catlike and smug.
"It could be you," Donghae agreed with a cheeky smile. Then he had utilized his new upper body strength and flipped them over, biceps flexing as he pressed Heechul's back into the bed. "And it's not fair that only you get to be a cocktease."
His hand slipping between their bodies to grasp Heechul's erection stalled any protest. Words died on Heechul's lips and Donghae kissed them away and Donghae spent the rest of the night showing his hyung just how good of a cocktease he was. He had learned things in China besides how to build arms of sex.
...i-idk. don't even ask. i blame the lack of brain cells on the tentacles.
too fast to live, too young to die
super junior, pg-13, qmi, 888 words
corporate au. zhou mi wants to rebel a little.
Zhou Mi's father had been telling him for years that he needed to learn the ins and outs of socialising; it was key to being a successful businessman. Zhou Mi, after all, was going to eventually take over the successful corporation. So he had begun attending company parties since he was young, quietly unhappy but resigned in his stiff suits and uncomfortable, shiny shoes. He learned how to smile right, how to greet the prestigious people his father did business with, how to nod and stay silent, how to charm adults when he needed to. It all began wearing thin by the time Zhou Mi reached his late teens and the rebellious side he'd repressed until then began manifesting itself.
He didn't skip the party because that would've been suicide. His father wouldn't have disowned him, oh no: he would've done much worse. Zhou Mi wouldn't have been able to stand the disappointed look in his mother's eyes, either, so he went. He put on a pristine, tailored black suit and stiff white shirt and black silk tie. He brushed his hair back and practiced his smile, and held a glass of blood red wine in his hand as he greeted his father's guests politely.
Half an hour in, however, Zhou Mi dumped the Cabarnet Sauvignon in the potted plant near the entrance to the patio. Abandoning the glass on a nearby table, he stepped out of the mansion and onto the patio where one Cho Kyuhyun, son of the CEO of Zhou Corporations' biggest competition, was chatting with two men twice his age.
"Gentlemen," Zhou Mi murmured as he approached the group. "Do excuse me. I need to borrow Mr. Cho."
Kyuhyun looked at him with cold eyes but Zhou Mi's smile was perfect as always, as it had been for years. It gave nothing away.
The two older men nodded and smiled and continued talking as Zhou Mi put his hand lightly on Kyuhyun's arm and pulled him away.
"What do you want?" Kyuhyun asked him as soon as they were out of earshot. His voice was unfriendly, but his eyes were curious. Zhou Mi smiled again, this time genuine and pleased, a curl of satisfaction to it that he knew set Kyuhyun's nerves on edge. They had known each other for far too long. When you were in top echelons of a business like this, the inner circle was small and very, very familiar.
"What if I just wanted to talk, Kyuhyun?" Zhou Mi chided, voice airy.
"Then I'm leaving."
"Ah, ah--" Zhou Mi grabbed Kyuhyun before he could turn around and walk off, his long fingers closing around Kyuhyun's wrist in a grip far from polite. He tugged him closer, backing further into the trees and woodwork in the corner of the spacious gardens. "I'm tired of playing the good little boy all the time," Zhou Mi said.
Kyuhyun eyed him. "Oh really?" He started to smile, a much more dangerous smile than Zhou Mi's. It was practically feral, and matched with his sharp suit and crisp collar. Zhou Mi swallowed hard. He had always had a weakness for men in charge.
"So you want to rebel? Play the bad boy for a while?" Kyuhyun's voice had lowered, husky and skating along Zhou Mi's nerves.
Zhou Mi licked his lips. "Yes," he said.
Kyuhyun stepped closer and Zhou Mi's back hit the side of the gazebo, white wood twined in green vines. He swallowed hard as Kyuhyun's smile widened and he stepped closer again. The fine silk of his suit pants brushed Zhou Mi's and Zhou Mi held his breath. Another second, another heartbeat, and Kyuhyun's thigh pressed firmly between Zhou Mi's, warm and firm against his crotch as Kyuhyun leaned in to breathe in Zhou Mi's ear.
"Does your daddy know that you're consorting with the enemy?" he purred.
Zhou Mi's hands flexed involuntarily on the woodwork. He tilted his hips, canted his head to the side, breathed out a low, "Fraternizing with the enemy." Kyuhyun's lips grazed his ear. He swallowed a small sound. "No, he doesn't."
"This is practically treasonous," Kyuhyun observed.
"I don't care."
"Well..." Kyuhyun dragged out the word as mouthed at Zhou Mi's earlobe, warm, swiping at it with his tongue. Zhou Mi shuddered under him. "I suppose I owe it to my own company to take what advantages I can." One hand slid up over Zhou Mi's stomach, deftly undid the button on his suit, and continued its path up Zhou Mi's chest along his tie.
"Is this a hostile takeover?" he wondered, lips against Zhou Mi's jaw.
Zhou Mi laughed, pitch higher than normal and breathy. "No. No, this is what we call a corporate merger. A horizontal merger."
Kyuhyun laughed and fisted his hand in Zhou Mi's tie, roughly jerking his head down to meet Kyuhyun mouth-to-mouth. He rocked his hips into Zhou Mi's, feeling the other's erection against his thigh. "No, a vertical one."
Sleeping with the enemy was dangerous in the corporate world, but Zhou Mi was willing to assess and assume the risks. Kyuhyun was hard to resist. And what kind of teenage rebel would he be if he wasn't a daredevil? His father would just have to...come to terms with the new business arrangement. Zhou Mi moaned into Kyuhyun's mouth.
lololol corporate puns. dear_whimsy is so writing the sequel to this, with top!zm. 5 yrs later, maybe? when they are older and in charge and super hot? *_*
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for taylormercury, because i am sorry for traumatizing her with tentacles. :(
foreplay
super junior, nc-17, cinhae, 454 words
heechul makes useless observations because he can.
"Donghae-yah, have you been working out?" Heechul frowned in displeasure, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, kind of, you know." Donghae shrugged. "We don't do much in China other than play video games and work out. I mean, outside the performances and recording and stuff." He wriggled a little and gave Heechul a significant look.
"Stop squirming and let me examine you new buffness," Heechul ordered. He leaned in to inspect Donghae's arms, pinching the biceps with his fingers. He frowned more and ran his fingers from Donghae's bare shoulders down to his forearms, ignoring Donghae's involuntary shudder. "It's okay," he conceded. "But don't work out too much or Siwon'll feel threatened and then spend all his time in the gym and not with me."
Donghae groand and tossed his head. "Hyung. Can we please not talk about Siwonnie right now?" He scrunched up his face and pouted.
Heechul sighed loudly. "Don't be so self-centered, Donghae."
"But, hyung," Donghae whined. "Just. Can we do this later? I'm a little..." He flailed a hand at his lower body, which was pinned to the bed with Heechul straddling Donghae's hips. "Occupied," Donghae finished, plaintive.
Heechul smirked at him. "When did our little Fishy get so obsessed with sex that he won't even have a proper conversation with his hyung?"
"HYUNG, I'M NAKED," Donghae exploded.
"Aaand?" Heechul drawled before dissolving into laughter. His laughter cut off abruptly into a gasp when Donghae rolled his hips and Heechul's hands tightened in the sheets. He lurched forward and panted out a soft, "fuck." He gave Donghae a dirty look.
"Hyung," Donghae murmured, voice dropping an octave.
Heechul closed his eyes and tilted his head back, hair spilling down his back. "Donghae," he said severely, not looking at the man naked beneath him, "you're not allowed to do that. I'm the only one allowed to be a cocktease."
Donghae laughed and Heechul wriggled, all soft skin and bony knees, sliding down over Donghae until Heechul was sprawled on top and they were touching along the full lengths of their bodies. Heechul grinned. "Are you hard for me?" he purred, catlike and smug.
"It could be you," Donghae agreed with a cheeky smile. Then he had utilized his new upper body strength and flipped them over, biceps flexing as he pressed Heechul's back into the bed. "And it's not fair that only you get to be a cocktease."
His hand slipping between their bodies to grasp Heechul's erection stalled any protest. Words died on Heechul's lips and Donghae kissed them away and Donghae spent the rest of the night showing his hyung just how good of a cocktease he was. He had learned things in China besides how to build arms of sex.
...i-idk. don't even ask. i blame the lack of brain cells on the tentacles.