FANFIC! Tainted
Title: Tainted
Rating: NC-17
This is the first Hyukmin fic I wrote, so I felt like I had to capture the essence of them within my mind. Well there are lots of aspects of Hyukmin, but.. this is the one I enjoy the most. Hence the high rating? So I warn you.. not for the feint of heart.
And this is when Hyukjae thinks ‘fuck what the others think’. He knew very well how Sungmin was. Those sweet smiles, coyish fluttering waves, and soft laughs were nothing but a nauseatingly adorable façade the other had to hide behind; hiding because no Idol in a pop group could have a tainted image-this image.
Min was violently shuddering beneath him with a continuous flow of harsh demanding orders. His skin was flushed and slick with a new layer of well worked sweat. His form was leaner than before from his new forced diet, yet that didn’t prevent Hyuk from gripping tightly onto his slimmer hips. With his tight hold he began to rock harder, Min’s thighs wrapping around his small waist. One of Min’s hands coiled zealously onto a thin wire as his other shot up to rake his nails down Hyuk’s chest. Each new penetrating, mind-crashing thrust caused a hiss from Min, while Hyuk could only groan in silent overwhelming pleasure from the other’s heated walls clenching down on his throbbing erection.
A strained moan hit the thick, hot air as Hyuk slammed into that particular sensitive bud within the depths of the other. Whose moan it was didn’t matter. All that did matter was that they were fucking -- right in the middle of the studio. Microphones hovered down on them, as cords hung loosely about their writhing bodies. The lights along the mixer Min was currently being roughly pounded into kept flashing alternately between red and green.
Every high moan or deep groan that seeped its way intensely from either of their throats seemed to be sucked right into the mics around them. The vextrax dial’s needle ticked in jolts from the left all the way to the right, signaling the irregular bursts of sound.
“Fuck, Hyuk.” Sungmin rode each driving thrust, his own pelvis rocking back to meet each one with almost as much vigor. His hardened length was dripping his essence of ecstasy, and it twitched, begging to be given attention. No time was wasted as he suddenly felt a firm seize on it and a lustful whimper escaped past his bared teeth. Hyuk’s smooth yet secure strokes were sending Sungmin away from thinking coherently, and all he could do was flail his arms to the side in a frenzied manner, grabbing at wires, smashing buttons, crying out within the sound proof room.
Hyuk pumped the other’s stiff member, but as he did this, his own muscles were tensing and tightening as his own arousal was mercilessly being squeezed as he practically impaled the other with no second thoughts. Soon his eyes were shut tight to a blinding white as he was abruptly ambushed by an uncontrolling wave of pure climactic pleasure. His throat burned with a cursing moan, and he could hear Sungmin’s own shout of climax. He quaked with his orgasm, his hot seed bursting into the other, his few last thrusts sliding easier with the added lubrication. His hand was soon coated in the other’s own release as they both were now riding out the remnants of their orgasms.
When he felt like he could breathe again, Hyuk’s eyes slid open and he gazed down at the disarrayed boy beneath him. Sungmin’s dark strands were clasping to his forehead and his expression resembled one of pain, but Hyuk knew it was one of trying to recover from a thought-destroying fuck. Still buried inside the other, he leaned down to run his lips over the other’s parted ones. A soft noise came from Min and when Hyuk pulled away a curse followed.
Hyuk could only chuckle as he continued to admire Sungmin. This other… who would walk out of this studio exhausted, yet lips that pouted out in that precious manner that would drive the fangirls squealing. And if asked why he was tired, he would just giggle and cover his mouth, maybe tossing out a brief wink cooing out in his sing-song voice, “Secret.”
Yet Hyuk would know. He was the only one who knew. That the Danhobak Sungmin liked to be fucked in the dorm kitchen before breakfast, the dance room right after practice, the manager’s car in the middle of the day, the elevator with the thought someone might not take the stairs, and now the recording studio to create their own “Happy” music.
Finally posted it~
Rating: NC-17
This is the first Hyukmin fic I wrote, so I felt like I had to capture the essence of them within my mind. Well there are lots of aspects of Hyukmin, but.. this is the one I enjoy the most. Hence the high rating? So I warn you.. not for the feint of heart.
And this is when Hyukjae thinks ‘fuck what the others think’. He knew very well how Sungmin was. Those sweet smiles, coyish fluttering waves, and soft laughs were nothing but a nauseatingly adorable façade the other had to hide behind; hiding because no Idol in a pop group could have a tainted image-this image.
Min was violently shuddering beneath him with a continuous flow of harsh demanding orders. His skin was flushed and slick with a new layer of well worked sweat. His form was leaner than before from his new forced diet, yet that didn’t prevent Hyuk from gripping tightly onto his slimmer hips. With his tight hold he began to rock harder, Min’s thighs wrapping around his small waist. One of Min’s hands coiled zealously onto a thin wire as his other shot up to rake his nails down Hyuk’s chest. Each new penetrating, mind-crashing thrust caused a hiss from Min, while Hyuk could only groan in silent overwhelming pleasure from the other’s heated walls clenching down on his throbbing erection.
A strained moan hit the thick, hot air as Hyuk slammed into that particular sensitive bud within the depths of the other. Whose moan it was didn’t matter. All that did matter was that they were fucking -- right in the middle of the studio. Microphones hovered down on them, as cords hung loosely about their writhing bodies. The lights along the mixer Min was currently being roughly pounded into kept flashing alternately between red and green.
Every high moan or deep groan that seeped its way intensely from either of their throats seemed to be sucked right into the mics around them. The vextrax dial’s needle ticked in jolts from the left all the way to the right, signaling the irregular bursts of sound.
“Fuck, Hyuk.” Sungmin rode each driving thrust, his own pelvis rocking back to meet each one with almost as much vigor. His hardened length was dripping his essence of ecstasy, and it twitched, begging to be given attention. No time was wasted as he suddenly felt a firm seize on it and a lustful whimper escaped past his bared teeth. Hyuk’s smooth yet secure strokes were sending Sungmin away from thinking coherently, and all he could do was flail his arms to the side in a frenzied manner, grabbing at wires, smashing buttons, crying out within the sound proof room.
Hyuk pumped the other’s stiff member, but as he did this, his own muscles were tensing and tightening as his own arousal was mercilessly being squeezed as he practically impaled the other with no second thoughts. Soon his eyes were shut tight to a blinding white as he was abruptly ambushed by an uncontrolling wave of pure climactic pleasure. His throat burned with a cursing moan, and he could hear Sungmin’s own shout of climax. He quaked with his orgasm, his hot seed bursting into the other, his few last thrusts sliding easier with the added lubrication. His hand was soon coated in the other’s own release as they both were now riding out the remnants of their orgasms.
When he felt like he could breathe again, Hyuk’s eyes slid open and he gazed down at the disarrayed boy beneath him. Sungmin’s dark strands were clasping to his forehead and his expression resembled one of pain, but Hyuk knew it was one of trying to recover from a thought-destroying fuck. Still buried inside the other, he leaned down to run his lips over the other’s parted ones. A soft noise came from Min and when Hyuk pulled away a curse followed.
Hyuk could only chuckle as he continued to admire Sungmin. This other… who would walk out of this studio exhausted, yet lips that pouted out in that precious manner that would drive the fangirls squealing. And if asked why he was tired, he would just giggle and cover his mouth, maybe tossing out a brief wink cooing out in his sing-song voice, “Secret.”
Yet Hyuk would know. He was the only one who knew. That the Danhobak Sungmin liked to be fucked in the dorm kitchen before breakfast, the dance room right after practice, the manager’s car in the middle of the day, the elevator with the thought someone might not take the stairs, and now the recording studio to create their own “Happy” music.
Finally posted it~