SuJu Oneshot -- BANDCEST -- NC-17
Title: SuJu twister; pick a body
Pairing: OT15
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP, Crack, Smut
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my twisted mind.
Summary: Leaders can lead other things too.
Word count: 1333
Notes: Un-betad. Written for midorihaven, hope you like it. And also, I guess Donghae only wanted to be there for the good stuff.
A hand trailed lazily up an uncovered thigh. Giggles were exchanged, but nothing more; it was almost too normal for them. Lips puckered in darkness, attempting to attract attention, and instead provoking chuckles from all around the room.
"That's not how it works." Kibum said calmly, his own lips being devoured by a hungry older man with a long ponytail. Heechul liked taking advantage of his elderly power.
The eager lips tried again, ignoring the snickers from the younger members. If he could lead twelve to fourteen people, he could damn well pucker and get results back. "Someone, kiss me!"
Siwon giggled, his lips sliding over a slick length belonging to a dazed (and in denial) Hankyung. The Chinese man couldn't admit he was enjoying it because it would eventually be used against him, and he had to keep some pride, didn't he?
Fingers intertwined happily --hands from all over the soundproof room-- touching just for the sake of feeling the other's skin pulsating. Limbs tangled over the carpeted floor until the floor was covered with nothing but bare, flushed skin. They couldn't do this on a bed, the older men had decided, there were too many people to keep satisfied at once.
A moan startled the others as it seemed to bounce off the walls and echo throughout the room. "Finally," Eeteuk exclaimed, his lips hungry for more from the humble Yesung. More laughs were heard, but quickly ceased when hands pumped at hardening flesh, glances being shared between fellow members.
"Where did you learn that?" Shindong chuckled softly, his neck being nibbled on by a determined Ryeowook. But secrets were not to be revealed or power would be lost. There was a struggle over control, and the elders fought to keep it.
Siwon moaned loudly, warm heat taking him by surprise as a familiar frame slipped between his legs to tease his erection. Hankyung bit his bottom lip to hold his soft sighs back; Siwon's delicious sounds reverberating against the skin of his arousal.
"Why didn't we try this sooner?" Eeteuk groaned, Kyuhyun rolling his eyes and sliding the leader's cock further down his throat in attempt to shut up the talkative man.
It wasn't really a question, but Sungmin smirked and nodded anyways, his fingers pumping at Shindong and Eunhyuk's arousals, their heads falling back against the plush carpet. There was a reason the others teased him and Heechul about their experience, and at that moment --with Sungmin pulling at two men's lengths and Heechul below Siwon, who was hovering over Hankyung himself-- they couldn't deny the truth behind it.
Kibum pulled Ryeowook closer to him --softly at first, but needy and rough moments later-- lips parting to whisper how many times he'd fantasized about this. His hands scratched over all the right places, Ryeowook giggling to keep his sanity intact.
Yesung, whose ears worked entirely too well, lapped his tongue over the head of Eeteuk's cock with a grin spreading over his face like an incurable disease. Kyuhyun smirked, grabbing Yesung's hips and grinding into them until the small man couldn't help but nibble over the throbbing warmth against his lips.
"Fuck," Siwon arched, nearly collapsing on top of Hankyung, their lips attacking one another's instead. Shindong leaned his head against Siwon's hip for support, looking over at Eunhyuk --who was looking into his eyes-- as he kissed a trail down Eeteuk's thigh.
Kangin growled from his end, pulling at the hair of whomever was closest -- which happened to be Sungmin-- cursing with lust and frustration at his partners. "Speak English or something. Fuck." Henry smirked, nipping at Kangin's thigh, whispering in Chinese for Zhou Mi to torment him a little longer.
Hankyung wanted to smile, but Heechul was now bobbing up and down over his cock and Siwon was helping, and when they stopped it was only more infectious because their lips parted and Hankyung could see everything their tongues did.
Sungmin whimpered, Kangin's teeth suddenly sinking into his rear. The aggressive man was preventing himself from moaning due to 2 ambitious mouths taking turns swallowing his length. Kyuhyun smoothed his hand over the leftover marks on the curvaceous man, his head nuzzling into Ryeowook's thigh, hiding his flushed skin from the proud leader.
Hands gripped harder, nails digging into skin that couldn't get redder, sure to bruise the next day. Moans permeated their skin, building up slower than usual; too many things to see, too many distractions, too much to feel and touch.
Eunhyuk tangled his fingers in Heechul's hair, dragging his lips away from the length he didn't want to let go of. But he's so handsome, Heechul had whined softly, words muffled when lips attacked his anxiously.
Yesung gasped, Kyuhyun's erection rubbing against his own. And it felt so amazing and hot (maybe they could start a fire?), but now wasn't the time for variety show jokes. Kyuhyun leaned down, teeth grazing against shoulder blades, voice uneven and dangerous. "I want to fuck you."
Donghae whistled to the song on his earphones, opening the door and stopping in his tracks. He scanned the room, naked bodies --most of which were close to climax-- filled the room with sweet sounds of arousal, and the scent of sex and sweat. He dropped his duffel bag, a loud thud the resulting noise.
Eeteuk looked up from the lap he was intent on pleasing, wiping the corners of his lips and saying: "This isn't what it looks like." But they all knew this was exactly what it looked like. There were no excuses good enough to cover up an orgy with not only Korean, but Chinese members involved.
Kyuhyun licked Yesung's earlobe, whispering coyly. "Let's see how he gets out of this one." A half whine slipping from the older man's lips; he was still being pressed into.
"You see, Donghae," The leader chuckled nervously, his own arousal in plain sight and being attended to by a persistent (and efficient) Yesung. His eyes rolled back as he tried to continue. "There was this photoshoot--"
"Shut up!" Kangin shouted, his fingers toying with Sungmin's cock. "Just tell him to join us, I'm not about to stop." Amen to that, Sungmin thought.
Siwon and Hankyung were dazed, sucked into their own worlds; both of Heechul's orifices were filled, his hands steadily pulling Eunhyuk along for the ride.
Eeteuk muttered, his lips not cooperating with the orders his mind were trying to give. "Donghae, just," Ryeowook nibbled over Eeteuk's lips, moaning soon after; Kibum was unable to stop his fingers from scissoring inside the cute man. Moans erupted like waves crashing against the sand. "Just--Fuck--pick a partner!" Eeteuk growled, his body malfunctioning.
Shindong winked and Donghae rushed over instantly, snaking out of his clothing on the way over to him. They'd done this before. Sungmin could tell from the way Donghae kissed the boisterous man: lips fitting perfectly together, tongues uncompetitive, fingers intertwined and comfortable.
All the pieces fitted together seamlessly.
Starting from Kibum who pinned Ryeowook's wrists down, sliding into him slowly. Then Heechul who was being ridden by a muscular man, a gentle one sitting underneath, being pulled into ecstasy by trembling digits. And Sungmin who groaned, his behind mistreated by Kangin's fingers and Eunhyuk who rammed into him mercilessly. Zhou mi and Henry grounding their hips, nipped and sucked at Kangin's length, certain he'd have to rest for a few days. Kyuhyun made the most noise as he buried himself in Yesung; the older man so visually alluring. Eeteuk held himself back from coming, not wanting to dirty those lips, nor fill that throat which produced such wondrous notes. Donghae, who was last to start, was being impaled by Shindong with brute force, reducing him to incoherent babble.
The cries of climax chimed in the room, filling the ears of the more endurant ones, pushing them to their limit as well, provoking a ripple effect on the last members and members. Less than a minute after the leader's release, he began to plan who he wanted to experiment with next. Even going as far as looking for scrap paper to write a schedule on.
If it meant they could spend more quality time together, they would put up with his incessant rambling. Kyuhyun threw a pillow at him, stealing and cracking the pencil Eeteuk had found rolling around the floor.
"No wonder Kangin was grumpy," Sungmin said quietly, preparing to dodge a flying pillow as well. But the older man was already dozing off, his arms wrapped around Henry and Zhou Mi.
This was how they loved, fumbles and all.
--THE END-- (I think?)
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Pairing: OT15
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP, Crack, Smut
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my twisted mind.
Summary: Leaders can lead other things too.
Word count: 1333
Notes: Un-betad. Written for midorihaven, hope you like it. And also, I guess Donghae only wanted to be there for the good stuff.
A hand trailed lazily up an uncovered thigh. Giggles were exchanged, but nothing more; it was almost too normal for them. Lips puckered in darkness, attempting to attract attention, and instead provoking chuckles from all around the room.
"That's not how it works." Kibum said calmly, his own lips being devoured by a hungry older man with a long ponytail. Heechul liked taking advantage of his elderly power.
The eager lips tried again, ignoring the snickers from the younger members. If he could lead twelve to fourteen people, he could damn well pucker and get results back. "Someone, kiss me!"
Siwon giggled, his lips sliding over a slick length belonging to a dazed (and in denial) Hankyung. The Chinese man couldn't admit he was enjoying it because it would eventually be used against him, and he had to keep some pride, didn't he?
Fingers intertwined happily --hands from all over the soundproof room-- touching just for the sake of feeling the other's skin pulsating. Limbs tangled over the carpeted floor until the floor was covered with nothing but bare, flushed skin. They couldn't do this on a bed, the older men had decided, there were too many people to keep satisfied at once.
A moan startled the others as it seemed to bounce off the walls and echo throughout the room. "Finally," Eeteuk exclaimed, his lips hungry for more from the humble Yesung. More laughs were heard, but quickly ceased when hands pumped at hardening flesh, glances being shared between fellow members.
"Where did you learn that?" Shindong chuckled softly, his neck being nibbled on by a determined Ryeowook. But secrets were not to be revealed or power would be lost. There was a struggle over control, and the elders fought to keep it.
Siwon moaned loudly, warm heat taking him by surprise as a familiar frame slipped between his legs to tease his erection. Hankyung bit his bottom lip to hold his soft sighs back; Siwon's delicious sounds reverberating against the skin of his arousal.
"Why didn't we try this sooner?" Eeteuk groaned, Kyuhyun rolling his eyes and sliding the leader's cock further down his throat in attempt to shut up the talkative man.
It wasn't really a question, but Sungmin smirked and nodded anyways, his fingers pumping at Shindong and Eunhyuk's arousals, their heads falling back against the plush carpet. There was a reason the others teased him and Heechul about their experience, and at that moment --with Sungmin pulling at two men's lengths and Heechul below Siwon, who was hovering over Hankyung himself-- they couldn't deny the truth behind it.
Kibum pulled Ryeowook closer to him --softly at first, but needy and rough moments later-- lips parting to whisper how many times he'd fantasized about this. His hands scratched over all the right places, Ryeowook giggling to keep his sanity intact.
Yesung, whose ears worked entirely too well, lapped his tongue over the head of Eeteuk's cock with a grin spreading over his face like an incurable disease. Kyuhyun smirked, grabbing Yesung's hips and grinding into them until the small man couldn't help but nibble over the throbbing warmth against his lips.
"Fuck," Siwon arched, nearly collapsing on top of Hankyung, their lips attacking one another's instead. Shindong leaned his head against Siwon's hip for support, looking over at Eunhyuk --who was looking into his eyes-- as he kissed a trail down Eeteuk's thigh.
Kangin growled from his end, pulling at the hair of whomever was closest -- which happened to be Sungmin-- cursing with lust and frustration at his partners. "Speak English or something. Fuck." Henry smirked, nipping at Kangin's thigh, whispering in Chinese for Zhou Mi to torment him a little longer.
Hankyung wanted to smile, but Heechul was now bobbing up and down over his cock and Siwon was helping, and when they stopped it was only more infectious because their lips parted and Hankyung could see everything their tongues did.
Sungmin whimpered, Kangin's teeth suddenly sinking into his rear. The aggressive man was preventing himself from moaning due to 2 ambitious mouths taking turns swallowing his length. Kyuhyun smoothed his hand over the leftover marks on the curvaceous man, his head nuzzling into Ryeowook's thigh, hiding his flushed skin from the proud leader.
Hands gripped harder, nails digging into skin that couldn't get redder, sure to bruise the next day. Moans permeated their skin, building up slower than usual; too many things to see, too many distractions, too much to feel and touch.
Eunhyuk tangled his fingers in Heechul's hair, dragging his lips away from the length he didn't want to let go of. But he's so handsome, Heechul had whined softly, words muffled when lips attacked his anxiously.
Yesung gasped, Kyuhyun's erection rubbing against his own. And it felt so amazing and hot (maybe they could start a fire?), but now wasn't the time for variety show jokes. Kyuhyun leaned down, teeth grazing against shoulder blades, voice uneven and dangerous. "I want to fuck you."
Donghae whistled to the song on his earphones, opening the door and stopping in his tracks. He scanned the room, naked bodies --most of which were close to climax-- filled the room with sweet sounds of arousal, and the scent of sex and sweat. He dropped his duffel bag, a loud thud the resulting noise.
Eeteuk looked up from the lap he was intent on pleasing, wiping the corners of his lips and saying: "This isn't what it looks like." But they all knew this was exactly what it looked like. There were no excuses good enough to cover up an orgy with not only Korean, but Chinese members involved.
Kyuhyun licked Yesung's earlobe, whispering coyly. "Let's see how he gets out of this one." A half whine slipping from the older man's lips; he was still being pressed into.
"You see, Donghae," The leader chuckled nervously, his own arousal in plain sight and being attended to by a persistent (and efficient) Yesung. His eyes rolled back as he tried to continue. "There was this photoshoot--"
"Shut up!" Kangin shouted, his fingers toying with Sungmin's cock. "Just tell him to join us, I'm not about to stop." Amen to that, Sungmin thought.
Siwon and Hankyung were dazed, sucked into their own worlds; both of Heechul's orifices were filled, his hands steadily pulling Eunhyuk along for the ride.
Eeteuk muttered, his lips not cooperating with the orders his mind were trying to give. "Donghae, just," Ryeowook nibbled over Eeteuk's lips, moaning soon after; Kibum was unable to stop his fingers from scissoring inside the cute man. Moans erupted like waves crashing against the sand. "Just--Fuck--pick a partner!" Eeteuk growled, his body malfunctioning.
Shindong winked and Donghae rushed over instantly, snaking out of his clothing on the way over to him. They'd done this before. Sungmin could tell from the way Donghae kissed the boisterous man: lips fitting perfectly together, tongues uncompetitive, fingers intertwined and comfortable.
All the pieces fitted together seamlessly.
Starting from Kibum who pinned Ryeowook's wrists down, sliding into him slowly. Then Heechul who was being ridden by a muscular man, a gentle one sitting underneath, being pulled into ecstasy by trembling digits. And Sungmin who groaned, his behind mistreated by Kangin's fingers and Eunhyuk who rammed into him mercilessly. Zhou mi and Henry grounding their hips, nipped and sucked at Kangin's length, certain he'd have to rest for a few days. Kyuhyun made the most noise as he buried himself in Yesung; the older man so visually alluring. Eeteuk held himself back from coming, not wanting to dirty those lips, nor fill that throat which produced such wondrous notes. Donghae, who was last to start, was being impaled by Shindong with brute force, reducing him to incoherent babble.
The cries of climax chimed in the room, filling the ears of the more endurant ones, pushing them to their limit as well, provoking a ripple effect on the last members and members. Less than a minute after the leader's release, he began to plan who he wanted to experiment with next. Even going as far as looking for scrap paper to write a schedule on.
If it meant they could spend more quality time together, they would put up with his incessant rambling. Kyuhyun threw a pillow at him, stealing and cracking the pencil Eeteuk had found rolling around the floor.
"No wonder Kangin was grumpy," Sungmin said quietly, preparing to dodge a flying pillow as well. But the older man was already dozing off, his arms wrapped around Henry and Zhou Mi.
This was how they loved, fumbles and all.
--THE END-- (I think?)
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