[FanFic] It Only Takes Five Minutes & Branding
Title: Only Five Minutes
Pairing: KiSung
Rating: NC17
Summary: Kibum only needs five minutes. Sequel to Teach Me & The H Stands For What?
This was written as a thank you for
kuiper_belt a few days ago and I thought I might as well put it up here and hopefully spread some KiSung love.
Yesung lets Kibum push him into an empty dressing room even though he knows he shouldn’t.
“I have to be on stage in twenty minutes,” he tells his lover between kisses. “I don’t have time for this.” He pushes weakly against Kibum’s chest, but his hands clench involuntarily on the younger man’s shirt as he feels a hand caressing him trough his pants.
Kibum pulls back with a wicked smile, a look in his eyes that has become intimately familiar to Yesung since he took their relationship from friendship to something more. “It’ll only take five,” and Yesung is so distracted by the hand sliding his zipper down that for a second he forgets to be offended by the slight against his sexual prowess.
His yell of indignation is interrupted by talented fingers wrapping around his hard length and ends as a needy groan.
“I can’t Kibum, I have to be on stage.” His head is thrown back, and for all his protestations, he is no longer attempting to impede Kibum’s progress.
“I don’t care how happy you guys are supposed to be, I don’t think they would appreciate you going on stage with a hard on.” Kibum loves the look on Yesung’s eyes. Loves the lust and desperation that fills them and twists his face into a grimace. Only for him.
He licks a hot trail up Yesung’s throat, tasting make up and a faint trace of sweat. He bites Yesung’s ear, and the weak whimpers Yesung makes shoot straight to his cock, his own erection painfully tight against his jeans.
He drops to his knees and takes him into his mouth. Kibum loves being able to completely destroy every inch of self control Yesung possesses. He knows that he’s the only one that ever gets to see him like this. Hot, hard, desperate, and begging for more. His husky voice becoming even deeper, the groans issuing from his mouth like hot fingers on Kibum’s own cock. The low notes he makes as Kibum first swirls his tongue around the tip of his head then quickly slides his mouth down the shaft is the best music Kibum has ever heard.
He pumps his hand in time with his mouth and knows that it is only the wall holding Yesung upright. He takes Yesung’s desperate “Kibum, Ki.. Ugh … now.” as a sign that he is going over the edge. He takes him as deep as he can, taking everything he has to give and pulling his own erection out of his pants. He bring himself off quickly and efficiently. Five quick strokes, his hand twisting as he pumps and running his own thumb roughly over his sensitive head. Yesung’s moans as he comes down from his own climax more than enough stimulation.
He gently tucks both of them into their pants and stands up. It would take hours before someone used this room, and by then it would be impossible for them to determine what the stain on the floor really was.
Yesung leans forward and gently kisses Kibum, his body limp against his. Kibum also loves this look on Yesung’s face. Loving, wanting to do nothing more than to cuddle and kiss.
He pushes him away roughly and watches him flop against the wall, soft smile still on his face. “You have to be on stage in seven minutes, fix your clothes.”
Yesung smiles at Kibum for a moment longer before his words penetrate the sated fog he’s in. “What?” he leaps away from the wall and desperately looks at his watch. “You said it would only take five.” He desperately tugs his shirt into place and gives thanks that SJH’s outfits are so simple.
“I lied,” Kibum tells him with a satisfied smile, “better hurry before Leeteuk reports you as kidnapped.”
“Bastard,” Yesung throws over his shoulder as he runs out of the room, hiding his smile from Kibum’s gaze, Kibum’s laughter echoing behind him.
Title: Branding
Pairing: ShinChul & a little more.
Rating: NC17
Promt: 90. Clean
Summary: Heechul is a little possessive. Prequel to Birth Day Gift
For the 100 fic challenge, archive can be found here.
3/100 Lol, I realized after I wrote it that it fit the prompt, so ta da, 100 fic challenge.
Dedicated to
stevenghost . I promised this to her forever and a moon ago, but I finally got it up. And so did Shindong. <<
Shindong moans as Heechul bites his shoulder, hard. His lover’s fingers run down his sides, the sharp nails digging in and leaving faint trails of blood behind like silk ribbons.
“You just can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you?“ Heechul whispers roughly, “Draping yourself all over Kyuhyun, practically begging him to fuck you.”
Shindong looks up and meets his angry glare. “ I wasn’t..” his protest is cut off half way out of his lips by an angry mouth clashing against his own. Not a kiss, but a claim, biting teeth, an invading tongue, and anger. He feels his lower lip give way between Heechul’s teeth and the taste of copper bursts in his mouth.
Heechul pulls away licking the faint traces of Shindong‘s blood from his swollen lips. “You need to learn who you belong to.”
He leans over the side of the bed to grab something out of Shindong’s line of sight. Shindong looks at him apprehensively as he pulls up a bottle of …chocolate body paint?
He throws an arm over his eyes in disbelief. “Chocolate body paint Heechul?”
“What else did you want me to get?” Heechul asks in an annoyed voice, “ I can’t leave marks.”
“So you’re going to brand me with chocolate body paint?”
“You’re ruining the mood,” Heechul tells him petulantly.
“Fine,” Shindong relents with a sigh, he takes his arm from across his face and looks back at Heechul.
“What… what are you going to do with that?” He whispers nervously.
“I’m going to make sure you remember who you belong to.” Heechul dips his long fingers into the thick chocolate. As those talented digits begin to run across Shindong’s body, he decides that maybe this isn’t such a bad idea.
Heechul has a deep look of concentration as he spells his name down Shindong’s body. His brows furrow as he writes, the dark chocolate swirling gracefully in long strokes on Shindong’s pale skin. He holds his breath as Heechul’s fingers skate ever closer to his arousal.
A startle hiss escapes him as one chocolate covered palm wraps around him. The nails running ever so slightly over his sensitive head and down the underside of his cock. Shindong wants to sob when Heechul lets go and begins to lick his fingers clean instead.
He looks with satisfaction at the writing spanning Shindong’s body. “I created a mess, I guess I better clean it up.”
Shindong clenches his hands as he feels Heechul’s tongue curl around his nipple, licking the warm chocolate there as delicately as a cat. Those clever hands grasp his sides tightly in a warning to stay still. If he touches Heechul before Heechul is ready to be touched, Shindong knows the older man won’t think twice about just walking out and leaving him this way.
He lets out a loud gasp as Heechul begins to bite the inside of his thigh. His chest is moist with a mixture of saliva and sweat. The red marks left behind by Heechul’s teeth would become bruises by tomorrow morning, leaving his name on Shindong‘s body in hues of lilac and green. So much for not marking him.
Strands of Heechul’s hair drift over Shindong’s cock like ghostly fingers, teasing and arousing him further, delivering no satisfaction. Heechul would raise hell when he discovered his hair was covered in chocolate and precum.
He runs his tongue delicately down Shindong’s cock, gathering the bittersweet taste on it and letting is slide smoothly down his throat. Each stroke of his tongue is slow and long, gently cleaning Shindong off, savoring the taste that’s better than ice cream.
He waits until Shindong’s breathing becomes harsh and his moans loud, nonsensical words spilling from his lips, before taking him into his mouth.
Shindong thrusts into Heechul’s chocolate coated mouth. He feels his lover moan around him, the pleasure cutting through him as sharply as a knife. One hand wraps around the base of his cock, the other caresses his balls and lower still. He thrusts upwards roughly when he feels Heechul’s finger entering him, but Heechul is ready for it and pulls away with one lass swipe of his tongue.
He looks up at Shindong, his lips a vulgar shade of red and his hair stuck in sweaty strands to his neck and face. His eyelids are half masted over his large eyes throwing them into shadows. “Fuck me,” he whispers in a husky voice that sends shivers down Shindong‘s back.
He lunges for the lube resting on the night stand next to the bed and throws Heechul beneath him, finesse the last thing on his mind. One slick finger pushes into the man beneath him, and at Heechul’s impatient “more,” he quickly adds a second. He curls his fingers inside Heechul’s warmth, trying to find that spot that would make him scream.
“Now, I’m ready,” Heechul pants desperately. Shindong knows he’s lying but is too far gone to care. He runs his hand down his own cock, slicking himself up as quickly as possible. He positions himself behind Heechul, one of Heechul's legs over his shoulder, the other bent at his side. He looks one more time at the wanton picture Heechul makes, legs splayed and a hand stroking his own cock, before sinking into him.
Heechul’s grunts feed his own arousal, the usually arrogant man loosing himself in pleasure. Heechul comes first, a loud “Oh fuck, I love you Donghee,” escaping that he would later deny. Shindong comes inside him, spilling himself with a grunt, collapsing to the side of Heechul, ignoring the mess between them. He pulls him close, savoring the few moments Heechul allows himself to let his defenses down and cuddle.
The door opens behind them, a shaft of fluorescent light piercing the shadows in the room. “Omg,” a shocked Kyuhyun exclaims form the entrance, “what are you two doing?”
Heechul lifts his head from Shindong’s chest and gives a half hearted glare at the youngest. “You’re late again, we already finished.”
Kyuhyun slams the door shut, a pout on his face. “Dammit, I’m always late. Stupid practice ran late again.”
Heechul extends an arm out, inviting Kyuhyun to join them in bed. “We’ll be ready for the second round in a few minutes,” he tells him with a sly smile.
Kyuhyun responds with a sly smile of his own and walks towards the bed shedding his clothes on the way.
Shindong groans into Heechul’s sticky hair, someday, these two would be the death of him.
“Hyung,” Kyuhyun exclaims from the side of the bed, “your hair is all sticky!”
Heechul’s shrill scream makes the rest of dorm inhabitants thankful that they’re safely on the other side of the door.
Pairing: KiSung
Rating: NC17
Summary: Kibum only needs five minutes. Sequel to Teach Me & The H Stands For What?
This was written as a thank you for
kuiper_belt a few days ago and I thought I might as well put it up here and hopefully spread some KiSung love.
Yesung lets Kibum push him into an empty dressing room even though he knows he shouldn’t.
“I have to be on stage in twenty minutes,” he tells his lover between kisses. “I don’t have time for this.” He pushes weakly against Kibum’s chest, but his hands clench involuntarily on the younger man’s shirt as he feels a hand caressing him trough his pants.
Kibum pulls back with a wicked smile, a look in his eyes that has become intimately familiar to Yesung since he took their relationship from friendship to something more. “It’ll only take five,” and Yesung is so distracted by the hand sliding his zipper down that for a second he forgets to be offended by the slight against his sexual prowess.
His yell of indignation is interrupted by talented fingers wrapping around his hard length and ends as a needy groan.
“I can’t Kibum, I have to be on stage.” His head is thrown back, and for all his protestations, he is no longer attempting to impede Kibum’s progress.
“I don’t care how happy you guys are supposed to be, I don’t think they would appreciate you going on stage with a hard on.” Kibum loves the look on Yesung’s eyes. Loves the lust and desperation that fills them and twists his face into a grimace. Only for him.
He licks a hot trail up Yesung’s throat, tasting make up and a faint trace of sweat. He bites Yesung’s ear, and the weak whimpers Yesung makes shoot straight to his cock, his own erection painfully tight against his jeans.
He drops to his knees and takes him into his mouth. Kibum loves being able to completely destroy every inch of self control Yesung possesses. He knows that he’s the only one that ever gets to see him like this. Hot, hard, desperate, and begging for more. His husky voice becoming even deeper, the groans issuing from his mouth like hot fingers on Kibum’s own cock. The low notes he makes as Kibum first swirls his tongue around the tip of his head then quickly slides his mouth down the shaft is the best music Kibum has ever heard.
He pumps his hand in time with his mouth and knows that it is only the wall holding Yesung upright. He takes Yesung’s desperate “Kibum, Ki.. Ugh … now.” as a sign that he is going over the edge. He takes him as deep as he can, taking everything he has to give and pulling his own erection out of his pants. He bring himself off quickly and efficiently. Five quick strokes, his hand twisting as he pumps and running his own thumb roughly over his sensitive head. Yesung’s moans as he comes down from his own climax more than enough stimulation.
He gently tucks both of them into their pants and stands up. It would take hours before someone used this room, and by then it would be impossible for them to determine what the stain on the floor really was.
Yesung leans forward and gently kisses Kibum, his body limp against his. Kibum also loves this look on Yesung’s face. Loving, wanting to do nothing more than to cuddle and kiss.
He pushes him away roughly and watches him flop against the wall, soft smile still on his face. “You have to be on stage in seven minutes, fix your clothes.”
Yesung smiles at Kibum for a moment longer before his words penetrate the sated fog he’s in. “What?” he leaps away from the wall and desperately looks at his watch. “You said it would only take five.” He desperately tugs his shirt into place and gives thanks that SJH’s outfits are so simple.
“I lied,” Kibum tells him with a satisfied smile, “better hurry before Leeteuk reports you as kidnapped.”
“Bastard,” Yesung throws over his shoulder as he runs out of the room, hiding his smile from Kibum’s gaze, Kibum’s laughter echoing behind him.
Title: Branding
Pairing: ShinChul & a little more.
Rating: NC17
Promt: 90. Clean
Summary: Heechul is a little possessive. Prequel to Birth Day Gift
For the 100 fic challenge, archive can be found here.
3/100 Lol, I realized after I wrote it that it fit the prompt, so ta da, 100 fic challenge.
Dedicated to
stevenghost . I promised this to her forever and a moon ago, but I finally got it up. And so did Shindong. <<
Shindong moans as Heechul bites his shoulder, hard. His lover’s fingers run down his sides, the sharp nails digging in and leaving faint trails of blood behind like silk ribbons.
“You just can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you?“ Heechul whispers roughly, “Draping yourself all over Kyuhyun, practically begging him to fuck you.”
Shindong looks up and meets his angry glare. “ I wasn’t..” his protest is cut off half way out of his lips by an angry mouth clashing against his own. Not a kiss, but a claim, biting teeth, an invading tongue, and anger. He feels his lower lip give way between Heechul’s teeth and the taste of copper bursts in his mouth.
Heechul pulls away licking the faint traces of Shindong‘s blood from his swollen lips. “You need to learn who you belong to.”
He leans over the side of the bed to grab something out of Shindong’s line of sight. Shindong looks at him apprehensively as he pulls up a bottle of …chocolate body paint?
He throws an arm over his eyes in disbelief. “Chocolate body paint Heechul?”
“What else did you want me to get?” Heechul asks in an annoyed voice, “ I can’t leave marks.”
“So you’re going to brand me with chocolate body paint?”
“You’re ruining the mood,” Heechul tells him petulantly.
“Fine,” Shindong relents with a sigh, he takes his arm from across his face and looks back at Heechul.
“What… what are you going to do with that?” He whispers nervously.
“I’m going to make sure you remember who you belong to.” Heechul dips his long fingers into the thick chocolate. As those talented digits begin to run across Shindong’s body, he decides that maybe this isn’t such a bad idea.
Heechul has a deep look of concentration as he spells his name down Shindong’s body. His brows furrow as he writes, the dark chocolate swirling gracefully in long strokes on Shindong’s pale skin. He holds his breath as Heechul’s fingers skate ever closer to his arousal.
A startle hiss escapes him as one chocolate covered palm wraps around him. The nails running ever so slightly over his sensitive head and down the underside of his cock. Shindong wants to sob when Heechul lets go and begins to lick his fingers clean instead.
He looks with satisfaction at the writing spanning Shindong’s body. “I created a mess, I guess I better clean it up.”
Shindong clenches his hands as he feels Heechul’s tongue curl around his nipple, licking the warm chocolate there as delicately as a cat. Those clever hands grasp his sides tightly in a warning to stay still. If he touches Heechul before Heechul is ready to be touched, Shindong knows the older man won’t think twice about just walking out and leaving him this way.
He lets out a loud gasp as Heechul begins to bite the inside of his thigh. His chest is moist with a mixture of saliva and sweat. The red marks left behind by Heechul’s teeth would become bruises by tomorrow morning, leaving his name on Shindong‘s body in hues of lilac and green. So much for not marking him.
Strands of Heechul’s hair drift over Shindong’s cock like ghostly fingers, teasing and arousing him further, delivering no satisfaction. Heechul would raise hell when he discovered his hair was covered in chocolate and precum.
He runs his tongue delicately down Shindong’s cock, gathering the bittersweet taste on it and letting is slide smoothly down his throat. Each stroke of his tongue is slow and long, gently cleaning Shindong off, savoring the taste that’s better than ice cream.
He waits until Shindong’s breathing becomes harsh and his moans loud, nonsensical words spilling from his lips, before taking him into his mouth.
Shindong thrusts into Heechul’s chocolate coated mouth. He feels his lover moan around him, the pleasure cutting through him as sharply as a knife. One hand wraps around the base of his cock, the other caresses his balls and lower still. He thrusts upwards roughly when he feels Heechul’s finger entering him, but Heechul is ready for it and pulls away with one lass swipe of his tongue.
He looks up at Shindong, his lips a vulgar shade of red and his hair stuck in sweaty strands to his neck and face. His eyelids are half masted over his large eyes throwing them into shadows. “Fuck me,” he whispers in a husky voice that sends shivers down Shindong‘s back.
He lunges for the lube resting on the night stand next to the bed and throws Heechul beneath him, finesse the last thing on his mind. One slick finger pushes into the man beneath him, and at Heechul’s impatient “more,” he quickly adds a second. He curls his fingers inside Heechul’s warmth, trying to find that spot that would make him scream.
“Now, I’m ready,” Heechul pants desperately. Shindong knows he’s lying but is too far gone to care. He runs his hand down his own cock, slicking himself up as quickly as possible. He positions himself behind Heechul, one of Heechul's legs over his shoulder, the other bent at his side. He looks one more time at the wanton picture Heechul makes, legs splayed and a hand stroking his own cock, before sinking into him.
Heechul’s grunts feed his own arousal, the usually arrogant man loosing himself in pleasure. Heechul comes first, a loud “Oh fuck, I love you Donghee,” escaping that he would later deny. Shindong comes inside him, spilling himself with a grunt, collapsing to the side of Heechul, ignoring the mess between them. He pulls him close, savoring the few moments Heechul allows himself to let his defenses down and cuddle.
The door opens behind them, a shaft of fluorescent light piercing the shadows in the room. “Omg,” a shocked Kyuhyun exclaims form the entrance, “what are you two doing?”
Heechul lifts his head from Shindong’s chest and gives a half hearted glare at the youngest. “You’re late again, we already finished.”
Kyuhyun slams the door shut, a pout on his face. “Dammit, I’m always late. Stupid practice ran late again.”
Heechul extends an arm out, inviting Kyuhyun to join them in bed. “We’ll be ready for the second round in a few minutes,” he tells him with a sly smile.
Kyuhyun responds with a sly smile of his own and walks towards the bed shedding his clothes on the way.
Shindong groans into Heechul’s sticky hair, someday, these two would be the death of him.
“Hyung,” Kyuhyun exclaims from the side of the bed, “your hair is all sticky!”
Heechul’s shrill scream makes the rest of dorm inhabitants thankful that they’re safely on the other side of the door.