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Title: Seducing Teukie. Part 1
Pairings: Teukie-centric mentioned yewook and eunhae
rating: R/ NC-17 (sorry i'm bad with ratings)
summary: Heechul and the other Suju members are bored while some are away in China, so they made up a game to entertain themselves, even if it's at Umma Teukie's expense.
Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing.
“Everything is so boring with them in China!” Heechul groaned, his fingers circling the mouth of his glass.
“Well go call them and have phone sex or something.” Kangin tried to wave off the conversation, not really caring about Heechul’s personal tortures.
“Phone sex could hardly satisfy my needs, I need… I need..” Heechul’s eyes closed imagining his two lovers rough hands caressing his body.
“What’s he doing?” Kibum asked Sungmin as he pointed quickly to Heechul.
“Imagining himself having sex with Hankyung and Siwon.” Sungmin giggled, the bitter liquid in the cup he hold already starting to affect him.
“Oh shut up!” Heechul snapped wildly, taking a sip of his own drink, letting it sting his dry throat as it went down.
“Hey! You leave Min alone, he hasn’t done anything to you!” Kangin snapped, hitting his fist on the table to get Heechul’s attention.
“Or what? Gonna beat me?” Heechul snarled as he stood leering down at Kangin.
“If you keep-” Kangin’s voice began to growl but was caught off by the eldest member’s happier tone.
“Hey guys!” Teukie smiled, his eyes searching face from face of the other members, each looking no happier than the other. “What’s wrong?” He asked his tone instantly turned motherly.
“Ryeowook’s not answering his phone…I think he is cheating on me.” Yesung mumbled from where he sat, surrounded by empty glasses.
“Neither is Donghae..” Eunhyuk barely whispered, his eyes glazed over with distance. Teukie pushed Heechul back in his seat as he passed on his way over to Yesung and Donghae.
“Hey guys, I’m sure they are just really busy. And did Wookie ever answer his phone when he was around here? No, he is always losing it. So probably he doesn’t even have his phone with him to answer it. Besides, you know you are the only person Ryeowook has truly opened up to.” Teukie’s slender fingers began to stroke Yesung’s dark hair comfortingly. “He almost had a heart attack when you guys first kissed because he was so in love with you, I doubt he’d want to throw away your relationship for something so foolish as a fling in China.”
Yesung felt himself clam down from the delicate touch and gentle words of the Umma. Teukie always seemed to know what to say to turn everyone’s day around. “Thanks, Umma.” Yesung rubbed his head affectionately against Teukie’s hand, before getting up to try and call Ryeowook again.
“And you, should know better.” Teukie spoke turning to Eunhyuk, “Donghae broke his cell phone here before he even left for China. Remember? He was cleaning out the fish tank and his cell phone dropped in and zap went all the fishies, he cried for days.”
“Oh…yeah.” Eunhyuk smiled, “So he’s not avoiding me?” Eunhyuk looked up hopefully.
“Of course he isn’t. I’m sure he is molesting a picture of you right now as we speak.” Teukie laughed quietly at his own joke.
“I think I just found something fun to do…” Heechul’s lips curved into a wicked smile.
“What?” Kibum and Sungmin whispered quietly leaning in close in hopes of hearing some masterful plan from the older boy.
“Have you slept with Teukie?” Heechul turned to Kibum and Sungmin, his smirk seeming to have vanished in seconds.
“No… not me.” Sungmin answered honestly, after biting his lip cutely in thought.
“Nope. Why?” Kibum asked but went ignored.
“Hey, stupid!” Heechul threw something at Kangin to get his attention.
“What?” Kangin growled.
“Have you ever slept with Teukie?” Heechul mouthed in hopes Teukie wouldn’t notice him.
“No. Why?” Kangin questioned but like Kibum he too went ignored. Heechul waited, until Teukie and Eunhyuk went outside to call one of members in China, before he spoke again.
“How about we play a little game?” Heechul smiled devilishly as he coiled his hair around his finger.
“What type of game?” Kangin questioned.
“A game where the losers have to be the winners slaves, until the others return from China.” Heechul glanced around at everyone sitting at the circular table. Each face’s wrinkled up in consideration.
“What do we have to do to win?” Kibum questioned leaning back in his chair to position himself more comfortably.
“Sleep with Umma Teukie.” Heechul answered casually, causing Sungmin to spit out his drink.
“Wh-what?” Sungmin’s big eyes tried to blink away his confusion.
“You heard what I said.” Heechul responded quietly, taking a small sip from his drink.
“I’m in.” Kangin spoke immediately. “I know I will win for sure.”
“Hmm cocky are we? Now you shouldn’t be so confident in your abilities. You underestimate mine.” Heechul smirked, imagining his own victory..
“I’m in.” Sungmin chirped.
“Me too.” Kibum took a drink of Sungmin’s glass before standing to leave.
“Well then, let the games begin.” Heechul grinned as he watched Teukie reentered the club, alone. Eunhyuk still outside on the phone. Heechul let his face drop into a desperate pout.
“Hankyung is letting Donghae use his phone to talk to Eunhyuk.” Teukie explained as he slipped himself into the seat Kibum had just evacuated. Teukie’s gaze quickly narrowed on Heechul.
“What’s wrong?” Teukie whispered moving his chair closer to Heechul’s so he could stroke the boy’s silky locks of hair.
“It’s nothing.” Heechul turned away from Teukie’s touch.
“It’s obviously something… Does it have to deal with something involving Hankyung and Siwon?” Teukie was always good at the guessing game and Heechul was always good at acting.
“It’s just… I always used to go to clubs and dance with them… and now here I am at a club with no one to dance with.” Heechul bit his lip as if to hold in a flood of tears. Sungmin and Kangin watched Heechul’s performance wide eyed in disbelief that Teukie was falling for it.
“I could dance with you.. If it would make you feel better.” Heechul looked up hopefully at Teukie’s words.
“Really?” Heechul’s voice trembled.
“Of course.” Teukie released his smile that was as bright and warm as the sun, as he took Heechul’s hand gently in his and lead Heechul to the dance floor.
Vibrations from the music pulsating through the small building could be felt in the bodies that swayed to its demanding beat of temptation. The music seemed to possess human bodies persuading them to do sinful acts under the lightening fast strobe lights.
Teukie turned to face Heechul, who was no longer pouting, oh no, now a predatory gaze took hold of Heechul‘s slim face.. His eyes burning hot as they hungry lapped over Teukie’s thin body. Heechul rested his wrists on Teukie’s shoulders as his hips grinded against the front of Teukie’s. Slowly rubbing in circles, sending painful electricity through the eldest boy’s body. Teukie shakily placed his hands on Heechul’s gyrating hips.
That’s right, touch me, Heechul smirked, turning around rubbing his ass seductively against Teukie’s groin, as his hands ran up and down Teukie’s legs, each time going up just a tad higher on Teukie’s thighs than before. By then end of the song both Teukie and Heechul panted trying to keep up with the demand for oxygen their lungs ordered.
Heechul turned back around to face Teukie, pushing him to the back of the club, bringing him to a poorly lit area, just a few feet from the bathrooms. “You’ll help me with any problem I have, won’t you Umma?” Heechul asked grasping Teukie’s right hand.
“O-of c-course.” Teukie stuttered slightly. “I mean, what else is an Umma for?” Teukie laughed to cover up the awkwardness of the situation.
“Good.” Heechul replied taking Teukie’s hand to place on his own growing bulge in his pants. “It’s been so long since I’ve been touched.” Heechul whined beginning to move Teukie’s hand quicker and quicker giving himself more pleasure.
“Oh Umma!” Heechul closed his eyes tightly as his head fell back in a slight moan. Teukie stood horrified at what Heechul was using his hand for. “Touch me~” Heechul breathed in Teukie’s ear. “Please, I need it!” Heechul moaned again but this time it was drowned out by the bouncing music.
“If you help me, I’ll help you.” Heechul purred his fingers tracing Teukie’s jaw line.
“No!” Teukie hollered ripping his own hand back. “I mean, using me as a substitute for them will never work, and you’ll just end up regretting it!” Teukie slid himself across the wall trying to escape Heechul’s clutches.
“No, I won’t, I’ve always wanted you!” Heechul cried more desperately, as he watched his failure in front of him.
“No, honey that’s the liquor talking. I am gonna go call you a cab!” Teukie quickly ran away.
“Damn you Park Jungsu!” Heechul snarled punching the wall. “I was soo close!”
“Yet so far away!” Sungmin sang. “How tragic, really.” Sungmin smiled as he continued to taunt Heechul. “Tea time is at 10:30 every day.”
“What?” Heechul snarled, like a lion ready to skin the mere bunny in front of it.
“For when you are my slave, I expect you to be there on time every day, in a frilly dress, not a slutty one either.” Sungmin smiled enjoying this moment more than he should have.
“You haven’t won yet!” Heechul growled.
“Not yet, but I’m about to. Goodbye Heechul.” Sungmin waved cutely before leaving.
“Who ever said he was innocent was seriously disturbed.” Heechul mumbled.
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thank you to everyone who reads this. And i hope it is okay
this was one of the naughtiest things i have written so far.. i hope its not terribly bad...
Pairings: Teukie-centric mentioned yewook and eunhae
rating: R/ NC-17 (sorry i'm bad with ratings)
summary: Heechul and the other Suju members are bored while some are away in China, so they made up a game to entertain themselves, even if it's at Umma Teukie's expense.
Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing.
“Everything is so boring with them in China!” Heechul groaned, his fingers circling the mouth of his glass.
“Well go call them and have phone sex or something.” Kangin tried to wave off the conversation, not really caring about Heechul’s personal tortures.
“Phone sex could hardly satisfy my needs, I need… I need..” Heechul’s eyes closed imagining his two lovers rough hands caressing his body.
“What’s he doing?” Kibum asked Sungmin as he pointed quickly to Heechul.
“Imagining himself having sex with Hankyung and Siwon.” Sungmin giggled, the bitter liquid in the cup he hold already starting to affect him.
“Oh shut up!” Heechul snapped wildly, taking a sip of his own drink, letting it sting his dry throat as it went down.
“Hey! You leave Min alone, he hasn’t done anything to you!” Kangin snapped, hitting his fist on the table to get Heechul’s attention.
“Or what? Gonna beat me?” Heechul snarled as he stood leering down at Kangin.
“If you keep-” Kangin’s voice began to growl but was caught off by the eldest member’s happier tone.
“Hey guys!” Teukie smiled, his eyes searching face from face of the other members, each looking no happier than the other. “What’s wrong?” He asked his tone instantly turned motherly.
“Ryeowook’s not answering his phone…I think he is cheating on me.” Yesung mumbled from where he sat, surrounded by empty glasses.
“Neither is Donghae..” Eunhyuk barely whispered, his eyes glazed over with distance. Teukie pushed Heechul back in his seat as he passed on his way over to Yesung and Donghae.
“Hey guys, I’m sure they are just really busy. And did Wookie ever answer his phone when he was around here? No, he is always losing it. So probably he doesn’t even have his phone with him to answer it. Besides, you know you are the only person Ryeowook has truly opened up to.” Teukie’s slender fingers began to stroke Yesung’s dark hair comfortingly. “He almost had a heart attack when you guys first kissed because he was so in love with you, I doubt he’d want to throw away your relationship for something so foolish as a fling in China.”
Yesung felt himself clam down from the delicate touch and gentle words of the Umma. Teukie always seemed to know what to say to turn everyone’s day around. “Thanks, Umma.” Yesung rubbed his head affectionately against Teukie’s hand, before getting up to try and call Ryeowook again.
“And you, should know better.” Teukie spoke turning to Eunhyuk, “Donghae broke his cell phone here before he even left for China. Remember? He was cleaning out the fish tank and his cell phone dropped in and zap went all the fishies, he cried for days.”
“Oh…yeah.” Eunhyuk smiled, “So he’s not avoiding me?” Eunhyuk looked up hopefully.
“Of course he isn’t. I’m sure he is molesting a picture of you right now as we speak.” Teukie laughed quietly at his own joke.
“I think I just found something fun to do…” Heechul’s lips curved into a wicked smile.
“What?” Kibum and Sungmin whispered quietly leaning in close in hopes of hearing some masterful plan from the older boy.
“Have you slept with Teukie?” Heechul turned to Kibum and Sungmin, his smirk seeming to have vanished in seconds.
“No… not me.” Sungmin answered honestly, after biting his lip cutely in thought.
“Nope. Why?” Kibum asked but went ignored.
“Hey, stupid!” Heechul threw something at Kangin to get his attention.
“What?” Kangin growled.
“Have you ever slept with Teukie?” Heechul mouthed in hopes Teukie wouldn’t notice him.
“No. Why?” Kangin questioned but like Kibum he too went ignored. Heechul waited, until Teukie and Eunhyuk went outside to call one of members in China, before he spoke again.
“How about we play a little game?” Heechul smiled devilishly as he coiled his hair around his finger.
“What type of game?” Kangin questioned.
“A game where the losers have to be the winners slaves, until the others return from China.” Heechul glanced around at everyone sitting at the circular table. Each face’s wrinkled up in consideration.
“What do we have to do to win?” Kibum questioned leaning back in his chair to position himself more comfortably.
“Sleep with Umma Teukie.” Heechul answered casually, causing Sungmin to spit out his drink.
“Wh-what?” Sungmin’s big eyes tried to blink away his confusion.
“You heard what I said.” Heechul responded quietly, taking a small sip from his drink.
“I’m in.” Kangin spoke immediately. “I know I will win for sure.”
“Hmm cocky are we? Now you shouldn’t be so confident in your abilities. You underestimate mine.” Heechul smirked, imagining his own victory..
“I’m in.” Sungmin chirped.
“Me too.” Kibum took a drink of Sungmin’s glass before standing to leave.
“Well then, let the games begin.” Heechul grinned as he watched Teukie reentered the club, alone. Eunhyuk still outside on the phone. Heechul let his face drop into a desperate pout.
“Hankyung is letting Donghae use his phone to talk to Eunhyuk.” Teukie explained as he slipped himself into the seat Kibum had just evacuated. Teukie’s gaze quickly narrowed on Heechul.
“What’s wrong?” Teukie whispered moving his chair closer to Heechul’s so he could stroke the boy’s silky locks of hair.
“It’s nothing.” Heechul turned away from Teukie’s touch.
“It’s obviously something… Does it have to deal with something involving Hankyung and Siwon?” Teukie was always good at the guessing game and Heechul was always good at acting.
“It’s just… I always used to go to clubs and dance with them… and now here I am at a club with no one to dance with.” Heechul bit his lip as if to hold in a flood of tears. Sungmin and Kangin watched Heechul’s performance wide eyed in disbelief that Teukie was falling for it.
“I could dance with you.. If it would make you feel better.” Heechul looked up hopefully at Teukie’s words.
“Really?” Heechul’s voice trembled.
“Of course.” Teukie released his smile that was as bright and warm as the sun, as he took Heechul’s hand gently in his and lead Heechul to the dance floor.
Vibrations from the music pulsating through the small building could be felt in the bodies that swayed to its demanding beat of temptation. The music seemed to possess human bodies persuading them to do sinful acts under the lightening fast strobe lights.
Teukie turned to face Heechul, who was no longer pouting, oh no, now a predatory gaze took hold of Heechul‘s slim face.. His eyes burning hot as they hungry lapped over Teukie’s thin body. Heechul rested his wrists on Teukie’s shoulders as his hips grinded against the front of Teukie’s. Slowly rubbing in circles, sending painful electricity through the eldest boy’s body. Teukie shakily placed his hands on Heechul’s gyrating hips.
That’s right, touch me, Heechul smirked, turning around rubbing his ass seductively against Teukie’s groin, as his hands ran up and down Teukie’s legs, each time going up just a tad higher on Teukie’s thighs than before. By then end of the song both Teukie and Heechul panted trying to keep up with the demand for oxygen their lungs ordered.
Heechul turned back around to face Teukie, pushing him to the back of the club, bringing him to a poorly lit area, just a few feet from the bathrooms. “You’ll help me with any problem I have, won’t you Umma?” Heechul asked grasping Teukie’s right hand.
“O-of c-course.” Teukie stuttered slightly. “I mean, what else is an Umma for?” Teukie laughed to cover up the awkwardness of the situation.
“Good.” Heechul replied taking Teukie’s hand to place on his own growing bulge in his pants. “It’s been so long since I’ve been touched.” Heechul whined beginning to move Teukie’s hand quicker and quicker giving himself more pleasure.
“Oh Umma!” Heechul closed his eyes tightly as his head fell back in a slight moan. Teukie stood horrified at what Heechul was using his hand for. “Touch me~” Heechul breathed in Teukie’s ear. “Please, I need it!” Heechul moaned again but this time it was drowned out by the bouncing music.
“If you help me, I’ll help you.” Heechul purred his fingers tracing Teukie’s jaw line.
“No!” Teukie hollered ripping his own hand back. “I mean, using me as a substitute for them will never work, and you’ll just end up regretting it!” Teukie slid himself across the wall trying to escape Heechul’s clutches.
“No, I won’t, I’ve always wanted you!” Heechul cried more desperately, as he watched his failure in front of him.
“No, honey that’s the liquor talking. I am gonna go call you a cab!” Teukie quickly ran away.
“Damn you Park Jungsu!” Heechul snarled punching the wall. “I was soo close!”
“Yet so far away!” Sungmin sang. “How tragic, really.” Sungmin smiled as he continued to taunt Heechul. “Tea time is at 10:30 every day.”
“What?” Heechul snarled, like a lion ready to skin the mere bunny in front of it.
“For when you are my slave, I expect you to be there on time every day, in a frilly dress, not a slutty one either.” Sungmin smiled enjoying this moment more than he should have.
“You haven’t won yet!” Heechul growled.
“Not yet, but I’m about to. Goodbye Heechul.” Sungmin waved cutely before leaving.
“Who ever said he was innocent was seriously disturbed.” Heechul mumbled.
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thank you to everyone who reads this. And i hope it is okay
this was one of the naughtiest things i have written so far.. i hope its not terribly bad...