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sm_meme. (Heechul/Kangin, Heechul/Hankyung, Siwon/H
Misc. ficbits from the recent SM kink meme. Warnings for rude language, sex, kink and a teensy bit of angst. All written without betaing and fairly quickly. Enjoy. ♥
1. Prompt: Kangin/Eeteuk. Seme!Teuk + blow-job somewhere they might get caught.
"Everyone's out," Eeteuk is saying, kneeling down on the floor and making hasty work of Kangin's trousers.
"But-" Kangin says, one eye on the door.
"Everyone's out," Eeteuk insists, bunching himself in between Kangin's thighs. Kangin is still looking at the door, which means that he's not looking at Eeteuk.
"You know," Kangin says. "This is why I have an apartment, see, we could be there and it'd be private, and it really isn't that far away-"
"You were the one with the raging-" Eeteuk starts, and then presses his lips together. "You started it. They nearly heard you on the air, the things you said, and everybody is out-"
"Yeah, but, what if they come back?"
"Kangin," Eeteuk says, with a long-suffering look that Kangin doesn't pick up on, because he's still staring at the door.
"Kangin," Eeteuk says again. Kangin doesn't look, so he grabs hold of his chin and turns his face around. "Nobody's coming back for hours."
"But..." Kangin says.
"Okay," Eeteuk replies, getting to his feet and stretching. It's entirely too nonchalant, Kangin notices that, and when Eeteuk starts yanking his t-shirt off and swaying off with a swing in his hips, Kangin's no longer thinking about the door.
"Teuk," he wheedles. "No, it's cool, the door's fine, come back?"
"Oh, I don't want you to worry that we'll be caught," Eeteuk calls through from the kitchen. "It's okay, we can wait until later, right?"
Kangin sits, and fumes. He stands up, walks away from the bed, walks back to the bed, sits, fumes. He has a hard-on. He has worry. Eeteuk peers around the door frame. He has a bottle of juice in his hand and he's sipping from a straw with his little tiny mouth-
"Fucking hell," Kangin says. Eeteuk ambles over, kneels down on the floor and looks up at him with the kind of expression that everyone says makes Kangin Eeteuk-whipped.
Eeteuk's mouth is apple-juice wet when he moves his lips around Kangin's cock. The door is open, but Kangin no longer cares.
2. Prompt: Siwon/Heechul. Rosary Beads.
"I'm just saying," Siwon is just saying. "That rosary beads aren't a fashion accessory."
"Well, that's a failing on their part," Heechul retorts, looking at himself in the mirror. "They look pretty good on me."
"Heechul, they have a purpose, they're not just pretty. They're used for prayers-"
"I don't need prayers," Heechul says. "Don't I look good, though?"
Siwon considers this, deciding that the best course of action is to appeal to Heechul's vanity. It's not a chore: Heechul does look disarmingly good with a long, shining string around his neck. Feeling the need for a few prayers of his own, Siwon says, "Yes, you do, but that's not the point."
"It's entirely the point," Heechul says. "I only have one life, and a lot of looking hot to cram into one day."
"Heechul-"
"Siwon, unless you're going to sit me down and pray that I remain good-looking for the rest of my days, I'm not interested, okay?"
It gives Siwon an idea.
"Look," he says, later. "I'm just going to tell you what these represent, just so you know, because it's important to me. This means something to me, okay?"
Heechul is lying on his bed. He's wearing black pyjama bottoms and nothing else, and the line of his hip is in Siwon's line of vision, all hard and solid and sharp. He's trying not to look at it. Trying not to look at Heechul full stop, really.
Siwon slides his hands over Heechul's beads, pointing out the significance of the numbers, letting his hands rest on the Mysteries, the place for quiet contemplation. Heechul likes quiet contemplation less than the recitation of the decades, and so instead of being quietly contemplative he falls back on being openly obnoxious.
"God grant me strength," he says, slyly. "Not to fall in love with the beautiful Siwon, who does not return my affection despite my being completely fuckable."
"Heechul!" Siwon says, dropping his hold. "That's. You can't. I can't believe-"
"That's not being quietly contemplative," Heechul says. "Now you're being judgmental. You have to start all over again, now."
Heechul picks up the end of the string and places it in Siwon's hands. Siwon looks down at the beads, and looks at Heechul, and opens his mouth to talk-
"Don't talk," Heechul says, with a smirk. "Contemplate quietly. I want to watch you, and guess what you're praying for."
3. Prompt: Hangeng/Heechul, Katoptronophilia (mirror fetish).
One of the things about dating Heechul is that you have to be prepared to cope with the many and various things that turn him on. Luckily, Hankyung is very used to strange things happening to him on a daily basis, and it's not so difficult to indulge Heechul most of the time. Sometimes, it's a perk. Heechul has a thing for lazy Korean during sex (Hankyung prides himself on the laziest Korean ever), a thing for being tugged around (Hankyung has strong arms) and most decisively, a thing for people who let him have his own way (Hankyung dislikes conflict).
Sometimes, though, having sex with Heechul is a little like eating at a restaurant in the dark. You never quite know what you're going to put in your mouth. Sometimes, Hankyung thinks he'd just like to read the menu first.
When they come back from China, Heechul is genuinely attentive. He's missed him. He wants to show him just how much by touching the back of his neck, wrapping his arms around his waist and pestering him about how much cuddling he did with Siwon while they were away. Once they've done with the formalities, Hankyung allows himself to be led into Heechul's room, where there's a mirror that wasn't there before.
Hankyung laughs, nods, that's fine, a little out there, but fine. He's always kind of wanted to have sex in front of a mirror, anyway. Of course, Heechul wants the best view, the best angle -- on his knees, it works, and once Hankyung's over how strange it feels to be watching himself, everything works very well. He's just about lost in it, the world slipping away as he thrusts inside and Heechul moans, loud and long, when he looks up and catches Heechul's eyes in the mirror. It stills him with a start, and Heechul has to wriggle backwards, cross and horny, to make him move again.
"Sorry, fuck, sorry," he mutters, reaching around for Heechul's cock until Heechul looks more like a hedonistic cat than a furious chihuahua. "I just-"
"What," Heechul groans, tipping his head down and starting to move back, harder and harder.
"I didn't realise you were looking at me," Hankyung says. "I thought you wanted it to look at you."
"Stupid," Heechul mutters. "I don't know why I'm sleeping with you, you're an idiot."
"Do you want me to stop?" Hankyung says, with a new-found confidence that brought Super Junior M right into check. He's proud of himself, proud of the surprise on Heechul's face and the way he's looking right into his eyes. And then he realises that he's speaking Chinese, and Heechul can't understand a word.
"Fuck," he says. "Sorry, fuck-"
"No," Heechul says. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop. That is so fucking hot."
One of the perks of sleeping with Heechul is that Heechul finds most things Hankyung does insanely attractive. Hankyung finds that he just can't argue with that.
4. Prompt: Kangin/Heechul. Humiliation.
When Kangin screws up by talking about Heechul's morning beauty routine on the radio, he figures that he'll have a lot of grovelling to do. He stops on the way home from the studio and buys little things that he knows Heechul likes, arranges them all in a little box with a 'sorry' note on it, and doesn't worry about it anymore.
When he gets back to the dorm, Heechul throws the box at him and slams his door in his face. Eeteuk gives him a sympathetic look, but doesn't get involved. Kangin being Kangin, he storms off back to his apartment and doesn't speak to Heechul for two days.
They talk on the 'phone after that, and Heechul's sullen little voice makes Kangin smile. He still feels betrayed (betrayed, said like "I'm so very sad") that Kangin would think to do such a thing, and chocolate and cuddly things just won't make up for it. Kangin being Kangin, he doesn't think about the consequences. He just asks Heechul what will do.
"You should kiss my feet," Heechul says, as Kangin is pulling on his jeans and pretending that they're just making out, he's not being Heechul's sexual servant. "I think they need kissing."
"No, they don't," Kangin says. "They're fine. Do you want-"
"I want my feet kissed," Heechul says, in the kind of tone that Kangin knows means they won't get around this if he doesn't give in. Glaring at Heechul, he leans down and gingerly kisses his big toe.
"That is not what I meant," Heechul says. "I want you to kiss my feet."
"Alright, alright," Kangin grumps, leaning down to kiss Heechul's feet.
"Alright what?" Heechul says, his tone high and dangerous.
"I am not calling you-"
Heechul turns the side of his foot neatly into Kangin's jaw, tips up his face so that their eyes meet. Heechul's eyes are dark and determined, and Kangin sighs, whispers, "Yes, sir."
It's humiliating. Horrifying, even, to be treated like some sort of sexual servant. First, he gives Heechul a blowjob with no reciprocation, which is an absolutely no-no in Kangin's book. Then, he gives him a massage, and afterwards, there's kissing. Lots of kissing, because Heechul likes kissing, especially on the jaw and down the neck and everywhere, really, except anywhere that's on Kangin.
After that, Kangin is instructed to feed Heechul things, so that Heechul can guess what they are. He makes it very clear with a gigantic smile that he's loving every minute of it, and the moans and the purrs and the little pleased shivers manage to convince Kangin that he is, too. He's almost disappointed when Heechul pulls off his blindfold and declares the games over.
"I want you to fuck me," Heechul says.
"Alright, s-"
"No, just, you can stop calling me that, just," Heechul is feeling down and between Kangin's legs and well, fuck, that's quite forward. "Just fuck me, alright?"
Kangin prides himself on a job well done, which is why Heechul likes him so much, probably. Heechul has a certain work ethic, too, splayed across the sheets and crying out as if he's not sure whether he wants more or can't take it. Kangin is holding his hips close to bruising, and he wishes for the life of him that there hadn't been so much foreplay, that Heechul hadn't asked for so much pre-amble, that Heechul weren't making so many horny fucking noises.
"Heechul," he stutters. "Shut the fuck up, seriously, or I'll have to, fuck, I'll have to go faster and-"
"I thought you fucking couldn't," Heechul retorts. "Or I'd have asked you to, you lazy shit, come on-"
So Kangin does, and Heechul collapses onto his elbows, his voice strained to high pitch, his hair across his face. Kangin can hear the sound of the sheets ripping between Heechul's claws, and somehow that's hotter than anything else. With a scratch that goes all the way across Heechul's stomach, he comes -- a second later, voice ringing with the pain of it, so does Heechul.
"You're such a princess," Kangin says, trying to force air back into his lungs as he collapses with his head on Heechul's thigh.
"And you make a pretty good servant," Heechul says. "Why not try pissing me off more often?"
5. Prompt: Hankyung/Heechul. Hankyung comes back from china with SJ-M, Heechul welcomes him home with sex. After a while things get a little rough when heechul cannot stop talking.
There are times when Hankyung wishes Heechul wouldn't talk. Most of the time, Heechul's talking is an asset: he does great phone!sex, he's witty, he says what everybody else is thinking but too cowardly to say. His dirty talk is better than anybody Hankyung's ever been with. Only, sometimes he really rams a point home until the point is all dented and unrecognisable. And then he rams it home some more, until the home is destroyed. And even then, he goes to the next door neighbour's home, and rams his point home some more. Heechul is, for lack of a better word, incessant once he starts.
Hankyung has just returned from China, and there are few things he wants to do more than have some nice welcome home sex with Heechul. He makes the mistake of initiating it before they've had more than a few pleasantries, which isn't exactly entirely his fault -- Heechul has his hands in his pants sooner than he can say "welcome back". Still, it's a mistake, because Hankyung is happily indulging, happily lost in the sensations, when Heechul brings up Siwon.
Normally, Hankyung likes Siwon a lot, but not in the bedroom, even hypothetically. He can't even string two sentences together, so he doesn't want to talk about anything, let alone a bandmate. Heechul has it in mind to talk about it, though, so Hankyung lets him talk and grunts when he feels he should, and hopes for the best.
It's only when Heechul idly comments that Hankyung probably would quite like to shag Siwon that Hankyung's brain comes to a screeching halt. He stares down at Heechul, incredulous, begins to splutter about them being friends and just platonically touching and does Heechul actually want a shag, or not? Heechul is nonplussed, and even after Hankyung goes back to it, he's on about pictures he's seen and videos and all sorts of stuff Hankyung doesn't understand, when all Hankyung wants to do is have an orgasm in peace.
So he does what he thinks is best with Heechul: leans down and delivers a swift bite just under his jawline. Heechul goes tense and his sentence becomes a moan and his cock jumps in Hankyung's hand, so Hankyung thinks, job done. He's just back into it when Heechul mentions something about Siwon probably liking that, and with a growl of displeasure, Hankyung leans across the bed, grabs his tie, and shoves it hard into Heechul's mouth.
"Look," he says. "We'll talk about this later, babe, okay? Fantastic."
Heechul, too stunned to speak, looks absolutely enraged and basically, horny, so he doesn't move to pull it out even though he can, just looks at Hankyung through lidded eyes and makes small keening noises in his throat. He no longer speaks, but tenses his nails into Hankyung's shoulder and moans, and moans, and moans until his whole body stiffens and trembles against Hankyung's. They lie together afterwards, sticking together and breathing like a sandstorm.
Heechul yanks the tie out of his mouth and tosses it away, mutters some curse in Chinese. Hankyung just laughs, stretches, feeling the crick in his shoulderblades.
"I thought maybe you'd gone off me," Heechul says, eventually.
"Don't be stupid," Hankyung says. "Who goes off you?"
"Good point," Heechul says, and turns over in the crook of Hankyung's arm.
6. Prompt: Eeteuk/Kangin. Sensual foodplay/sex involving food.
When Eeteuk suggests mixing food and sex, Kangin kind of drifts off. The combination to him is his idea of heaven, and before long he's dreaming about hot chicken and noodles and beef in sauce, and then shagging Eeteuk as desert, maybe with chocolate or strawberry, and-
"Chicken?" Eeteuk is saying. "I'm not sure that's very sexy."
In Kangin's head, chicken is definitely sexy.
"It's dripping all over my fingers," Eeteuk says, as Kangin eyes him over the bucket, hungry. "I, it's a bit greasy-"
Eeteuk licks his fingers clean, and the sight of his pretty little mouth is enough. Kangin isn't looking at the chicken anymore.
"This isn't really what I had in mind," Eeteuk says, dropping the chicken onto the glass table and allowing himself to be dragged into the bedroom.
The next morning, Kangin finds the sticky, cold chicken leg glued to the table, and has to concede Eeteuk's point.
"Okay," Kangin is saying, can't resist pulling faces at Eeteuk, who is blindfolded and unable to see him. "So you want me to-"
"Are you making faces?" Eeteuk says. "Your voice is all strange like you're pulling your mouth apart with your fingers."
"You know me too well," Kangin says, charitably.
"I want you to feed me something from the fridge," Eeteuk says. "I've stocked it up. Please don't feel me something gross, Kangin-"
"Would I?" Kangin says. "Would I re-"
"Yes," Eeteuk says. "Something tasty, please."
"Okay," Kangin says, reaching out and almost clipping Eeteuk's nose between forefinger and thumb. He rummages in the fridge with his other hand, finding all sorts, mostly fruit, mostly messy food. He selects a few blueberries, thinking them fairly innocuous. Eeteuk hates spicy food, his little kittymouth, so he can't go too far wrong.
It takes a little while for them to get it right; Kangin has big, slightly clumsy hands and Eeteuk's mouth is tiny, and he laughs throughout, so he ends up with purple on his lips. He makes all sorts of pleased noises, noises that make Kangin want to feed Eeteuk things that aren't in the fridge, but he holds himself back.
Rummaging around further, he finds yoghurt and honey (Eeteuk gets all sticky over this, and Kangin kisses the stickness, which only makes everything even dirtier, because Eeteuk's mouth is not only tiny but sweet, too), some mashed banana, some strawberry mousse and some sliced kiwi fruit, all of which Eeteuk seems pleased about. Pleased for Eeteuk means soft, sensuous moans, of course, which doesn't help Kangin in the slightest.
Then, he finds the greatest thing that's ever existed in a fridge, ever. Chocolate cake, extra-gooey in the middle with frosting on top. Eeteuk has a thing for chocolate cake. A thing, and then a thing again, a thing on top of a thing, on top of a-
"You've gone quiet," Eeteuk says. "Feed me."
"Okay, okay," Kangin says. "Patience!"
Slicing off a little piece, Kangin holds out the fork for Eeteuk, who leans in gingerly and slides his mouth along the prongs. When he draws back, he holds on tight to taste every last mouthful, the same way he sucks Kangin's cock when he's horny, the same tight, hot little mouth, the same-
"Ohhhh," Eeteuk says, and Kangin almost drops the fork. "Oh, Kangin, that's so good."
"Shut up," Kangin says. "You. Shut up. That is. Stop it."
"Fuck, give me more,"
"No," Kangin says. "No, you've had enough, you've definitely had too much, actually, I think-"
"Kangin," Eeteuk is saying, and it's no longer a request. So Kangin feeds him, and each time Eeteuk's throat grows huskier, until he's almost nose-to-nose with Kangin, tense with anticipation. When Kangin holds out another forkful, Eeteuk runs his finger along the frosting and rubs it onto Kangin's lips.
"Show me where it is," he says, and when Kangin gathers his face in his hands, Eeteuk kisses him and kisses him until every last smudge of chocolate is gone.
"Well," Kangin says, rooted to the floor.
"I know somewhere else you could put it," Eeteuk says, nonchalantly.
7. Prompt: Pairing:Heechul/Siwon. Heechul being punished by a teacher for wearing a girl's uniform to school. The punishment is having to bottom in a borderline BDSM session while still wearing the uniform.
As with so many things in Siwon's life, this can only be done after alcohol. He drinks until he no longer feels responsible for his decisions, which normally would be a bad thing. Only, when Heechul slinks around the doorway, all skirt and unbuttoned shirt and, fuck, kneesocks -- it's a good thing. Decisively a good thing.
It's not something they talked about in detail. Heechul's been aware of Siwon's feelings for some time. Heechul, incessant little pain that he is, has been on at Siwon for an even longer time -- anything Siwon wanted, he'd do. Anything at all. And what Siwon had wanted, the only thing Siwon had been able to think about doing to Heechul, was this. A part of him feels terribly guilty. Making Heechul dress up as a girl seems to take away the essence of himself. Only, Heechul isn't defined in such simple terms, and besides, he looks so fucking good in those little heeled shoes.
"Sir?" Heechul says, his eyes all wide. He's practically tugging on his own pigtails. Siwon swallows, despite himself. The reality is better than the fantasy, for once in his life.
"Sit down," Siwon says, nodding at the chair in front of him. He feels slightly self-conscious, until Heechul sits and casually tosses one knee over the other. He isn't anything other than what he is: confident, self-assured, gorgeous.
"You know why you're here," Siwon says.
"Sir?" Heechul says. "Is it my hairstyle? It's a little wayward this morning..."
"Not your hairstyle," Siwon says. "So much as your ensemble. This is an all-boys school, Heechul. You know that that...isn't the dress code."
"I suppose so, sir," Heechul says. "Only, my uniform wasn't dry this morning, so I had to think of something..."
"Even so," Siwon says. "It has an unusual effect on the boys, you wearing...that."
"Well," Heechul says. "I would have thought that at a Catholic school, they'd have had more self-discipline."
Siwon's eyes flash in the dim light at this unexpected development. There's a hint of a smirk on Heechul's face, and Siwon feels his temper rising at the blatancy of it.
"I think your own discipline could use some work," he says, low, genuine, real.
"Sir?" Heechul says, cocking his head.
"On your feet," Siwon says. "Square your knees. Lean down, palms on the desk."
"Sir, I really feel-"
"You're not here to feel," Siwon says. "You're here to do as I say, do you understand?"
"Yes," Heechul says, leaning down. "Yes, sir."
When he bends over, the skirt hitches up, and Siwon has to force his eyes away from the shape of Heechul's ass as he circles the desk. Heechul doesn't lift his eyes from the surface of the desk, even as Siwon flips his skirt over his back and begins to rub circles into the back of his thigh until Heechul parts them with a hoarse noise.
At first, all Siwon does is massage his thighs, his ass, until Heechul is mewling and pushing back against Siwon's hand. And then, Siwon snaps, "no!" and gives his ass a swift, hard smack. Heechul braces himself with his hands, cries out, and there's a moment of panic in Siwon's throat until he feels around, and Heechul's rock hard.
"Yes," he whispers. "Fuck, yes."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry, sir, I mean -- I mean, I'm sorry, for speaking. I need to be silent and obedient. I accept any punishment you give me."
"That's better," Siwon says, then, "What have you done wrong today?"
"Wearing an inappropriate uniform," Heechul says, as Siwon begins to massage the reddening skin.
"What else?"
"Tempting the boys," Heechul says. "Tempting...the boys to betray...the doctrine, tempting...making them thinking about pressing me against the wall, and...and...my legs wrapping around their waist-"
His words are punctuated with smacks, are peppered with bracing against the desk and hard, hard cries, as Siwon finds his way around the places that feel the best, that make his skin burn and his cheeks flush and his eyes well up. He can feel his erection pressing against the desk and it's so good, so fucking good, he can't stop.
"Making the boys want to touch me," he gasps. "Making the boys want to come inside me-"
And then Siwon goes forward, beyond the point of no return, beyond the point where Heechul ever believed he could go -- he drags Heechul's underwear down, moves the fabric of his skirt upwards, and loosens his own trousers. Heechul waits, dripping, hard, horny and then he feels the press of Siwon against his ass, against his thighs. Siwon thrusts against him, so hard and so needy Heechul has to talk, has to spur it on.
"Making the boys want to give up everything to have me," he groans, as Siwon moves a hand around and begins to stroke with furiosity. "Making you think about fucking me, how tight I'd be, how fucking tight, please, please, harder, harder-"
It doesn't take long, the mutual shoving, Heechul's voice a low drone of repetition, of words and needy groans. Siwon is totally silent but for the odd thrust, but when he comes, he makes a noise Heechul's never heard him make, and then he's wet almost to the nape of his neck. When Siwon grabs the hair there, the soaking hair there, and hisses, "come", Heechul does, without a second thought. He lies still, afterwards, exhausted, his knees shaking.
"One day," he says. "We'll do this without the skirt, without the-"
"Fuck, Heechul," Siwon says, under his breath, and his voice is so closed off that Heechul closes his eyes, to block it out.
1. Prompt: Kangin/Eeteuk. Seme!Teuk + blow-job somewhere they might get caught.
"Everyone's out," Eeteuk is saying, kneeling down on the floor and making hasty work of Kangin's trousers.
"But-" Kangin says, one eye on the door.
"Everyone's out," Eeteuk insists, bunching himself in between Kangin's thighs. Kangin is still looking at the door, which means that he's not looking at Eeteuk.
"You know," Kangin says. "This is why I have an apartment, see, we could be there and it'd be private, and it really isn't that far away-"
"You were the one with the raging-" Eeteuk starts, and then presses his lips together. "You started it. They nearly heard you on the air, the things you said, and everybody is out-"
"Yeah, but, what if they come back?"
"Kangin," Eeteuk says, with a long-suffering look that Kangin doesn't pick up on, because he's still staring at the door.
"Kangin," Eeteuk says again. Kangin doesn't look, so he grabs hold of his chin and turns his face around. "Nobody's coming back for hours."
"But..." Kangin says.
"Okay," Eeteuk replies, getting to his feet and stretching. It's entirely too nonchalant, Kangin notices that, and when Eeteuk starts yanking his t-shirt off and swaying off with a swing in his hips, Kangin's no longer thinking about the door.
"Teuk," he wheedles. "No, it's cool, the door's fine, come back?"
"Oh, I don't want you to worry that we'll be caught," Eeteuk calls through from the kitchen. "It's okay, we can wait until later, right?"
Kangin sits, and fumes. He stands up, walks away from the bed, walks back to the bed, sits, fumes. He has a hard-on. He has worry. Eeteuk peers around the door frame. He has a bottle of juice in his hand and he's sipping from a straw with his little tiny mouth-
"Fucking hell," Kangin says. Eeteuk ambles over, kneels down on the floor and looks up at him with the kind of expression that everyone says makes Kangin Eeteuk-whipped.
Eeteuk's mouth is apple-juice wet when he moves his lips around Kangin's cock. The door is open, but Kangin no longer cares.
2. Prompt: Siwon/Heechul. Rosary Beads.
"I'm just saying," Siwon is just saying. "That rosary beads aren't a fashion accessory."
"Well, that's a failing on their part," Heechul retorts, looking at himself in the mirror. "They look pretty good on me."
"Heechul, they have a purpose, they're not just pretty. They're used for prayers-"
"I don't need prayers," Heechul says. "Don't I look good, though?"
Siwon considers this, deciding that the best course of action is to appeal to Heechul's vanity. It's not a chore: Heechul does look disarmingly good with a long, shining string around his neck. Feeling the need for a few prayers of his own, Siwon says, "Yes, you do, but that's not the point."
"It's entirely the point," Heechul says. "I only have one life, and a lot of looking hot to cram into one day."
"Heechul-"
"Siwon, unless you're going to sit me down and pray that I remain good-looking for the rest of my days, I'm not interested, okay?"
It gives Siwon an idea.
"Look," he says, later. "I'm just going to tell you what these represent, just so you know, because it's important to me. This means something to me, okay?"
Heechul is lying on his bed. He's wearing black pyjama bottoms and nothing else, and the line of his hip is in Siwon's line of vision, all hard and solid and sharp. He's trying not to look at it. Trying not to look at Heechul full stop, really.
Siwon slides his hands over Heechul's beads, pointing out the significance of the numbers, letting his hands rest on the Mysteries, the place for quiet contemplation. Heechul likes quiet contemplation less than the recitation of the decades, and so instead of being quietly contemplative he falls back on being openly obnoxious.
"God grant me strength," he says, slyly. "Not to fall in love with the beautiful Siwon, who does not return my affection despite my being completely fuckable."
"Heechul!" Siwon says, dropping his hold. "That's. You can't. I can't believe-"
"That's not being quietly contemplative," Heechul says. "Now you're being judgmental. You have to start all over again, now."
Heechul picks up the end of the string and places it in Siwon's hands. Siwon looks down at the beads, and looks at Heechul, and opens his mouth to talk-
"Don't talk," Heechul says, with a smirk. "Contemplate quietly. I want to watch you, and guess what you're praying for."
3. Prompt: Hangeng/Heechul, Katoptronophilia (mirror fetish).
One of the things about dating Heechul is that you have to be prepared to cope with the many and various things that turn him on. Luckily, Hankyung is very used to strange things happening to him on a daily basis, and it's not so difficult to indulge Heechul most of the time. Sometimes, it's a perk. Heechul has a thing for lazy Korean during sex (Hankyung prides himself on the laziest Korean ever), a thing for being tugged around (Hankyung has strong arms) and most decisively, a thing for people who let him have his own way (Hankyung dislikes conflict).
Sometimes, though, having sex with Heechul is a little like eating at a restaurant in the dark. You never quite know what you're going to put in your mouth. Sometimes, Hankyung thinks he'd just like to read the menu first.
When they come back from China, Heechul is genuinely attentive. He's missed him. He wants to show him just how much by touching the back of his neck, wrapping his arms around his waist and pestering him about how much cuddling he did with Siwon while they were away. Once they've done with the formalities, Hankyung allows himself to be led into Heechul's room, where there's a mirror that wasn't there before.
Hankyung laughs, nods, that's fine, a little out there, but fine. He's always kind of wanted to have sex in front of a mirror, anyway. Of course, Heechul wants the best view, the best angle -- on his knees, it works, and once Hankyung's over how strange it feels to be watching himself, everything works very well. He's just about lost in it, the world slipping away as he thrusts inside and Heechul moans, loud and long, when he looks up and catches Heechul's eyes in the mirror. It stills him with a start, and Heechul has to wriggle backwards, cross and horny, to make him move again.
"Sorry, fuck, sorry," he mutters, reaching around for Heechul's cock until Heechul looks more like a hedonistic cat than a furious chihuahua. "I just-"
"What," Heechul groans, tipping his head down and starting to move back, harder and harder.
"I didn't realise you were looking at me," Hankyung says. "I thought you wanted it to look at you."
"Stupid," Heechul mutters. "I don't know why I'm sleeping with you, you're an idiot."
"Do you want me to stop?" Hankyung says, with a new-found confidence that brought Super Junior M right into check. He's proud of himself, proud of the surprise on Heechul's face and the way he's looking right into his eyes. And then he realises that he's speaking Chinese, and Heechul can't understand a word.
"Fuck," he says. "Sorry, fuck-"
"No," Heechul says. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop. That is so fucking hot."
One of the perks of sleeping with Heechul is that Heechul finds most things Hankyung does insanely attractive. Hankyung finds that he just can't argue with that.
4. Prompt: Kangin/Heechul. Humiliation.
When Kangin screws up by talking about Heechul's morning beauty routine on the radio, he figures that he'll have a lot of grovelling to do. He stops on the way home from the studio and buys little things that he knows Heechul likes, arranges them all in a little box with a 'sorry' note on it, and doesn't worry about it anymore.
When he gets back to the dorm, Heechul throws the box at him and slams his door in his face. Eeteuk gives him a sympathetic look, but doesn't get involved. Kangin being Kangin, he storms off back to his apartment and doesn't speak to Heechul for two days.
They talk on the 'phone after that, and Heechul's sullen little voice makes Kangin smile. He still feels betrayed (betrayed, said like "I'm so very sad") that Kangin would think to do such a thing, and chocolate and cuddly things just won't make up for it. Kangin being Kangin, he doesn't think about the consequences. He just asks Heechul what will do.
"You should kiss my feet," Heechul says, as Kangin is pulling on his jeans and pretending that they're just making out, he's not being Heechul's sexual servant. "I think they need kissing."
"No, they don't," Kangin says. "They're fine. Do you want-"
"I want my feet kissed," Heechul says, in the kind of tone that Kangin knows means they won't get around this if he doesn't give in. Glaring at Heechul, he leans down and gingerly kisses his big toe.
"That is not what I meant," Heechul says. "I want you to kiss my feet."
"Alright, alright," Kangin grumps, leaning down to kiss Heechul's feet.
"Alright what?" Heechul says, his tone high and dangerous.
"I am not calling you-"
Heechul turns the side of his foot neatly into Kangin's jaw, tips up his face so that their eyes meet. Heechul's eyes are dark and determined, and Kangin sighs, whispers, "Yes, sir."
It's humiliating. Horrifying, even, to be treated like some sort of sexual servant. First, he gives Heechul a blowjob with no reciprocation, which is an absolutely no-no in Kangin's book. Then, he gives him a massage, and afterwards, there's kissing. Lots of kissing, because Heechul likes kissing, especially on the jaw and down the neck and everywhere, really, except anywhere that's on Kangin.
After that, Kangin is instructed to feed Heechul things, so that Heechul can guess what they are. He makes it very clear with a gigantic smile that he's loving every minute of it, and the moans and the purrs and the little pleased shivers manage to convince Kangin that he is, too. He's almost disappointed when Heechul pulls off his blindfold and declares the games over.
"I want you to fuck me," Heechul says.
"Alright, s-"
"No, just, you can stop calling me that, just," Heechul is feeling down and between Kangin's legs and well, fuck, that's quite forward. "Just fuck me, alright?"
Kangin prides himself on a job well done, which is why Heechul likes him so much, probably. Heechul has a certain work ethic, too, splayed across the sheets and crying out as if he's not sure whether he wants more or can't take it. Kangin is holding his hips close to bruising, and he wishes for the life of him that there hadn't been so much foreplay, that Heechul hadn't asked for so much pre-amble, that Heechul weren't making so many horny fucking noises.
"Heechul," he stutters. "Shut the fuck up, seriously, or I'll have to, fuck, I'll have to go faster and-"
"I thought you fucking couldn't," Heechul retorts. "Or I'd have asked you to, you lazy shit, come on-"
So Kangin does, and Heechul collapses onto his elbows, his voice strained to high pitch, his hair across his face. Kangin can hear the sound of the sheets ripping between Heechul's claws, and somehow that's hotter than anything else. With a scratch that goes all the way across Heechul's stomach, he comes -- a second later, voice ringing with the pain of it, so does Heechul.
"You're such a princess," Kangin says, trying to force air back into his lungs as he collapses with his head on Heechul's thigh.
"And you make a pretty good servant," Heechul says. "Why not try pissing me off more often?"
5. Prompt: Hankyung/Heechul. Hankyung comes back from china with SJ-M, Heechul welcomes him home with sex. After a while things get a little rough when heechul cannot stop talking.
There are times when Hankyung wishes Heechul wouldn't talk. Most of the time, Heechul's talking is an asset: he does great phone!sex, he's witty, he says what everybody else is thinking but too cowardly to say. His dirty talk is better than anybody Hankyung's ever been with. Only, sometimes he really rams a point home until the point is all dented and unrecognisable. And then he rams it home some more, until the home is destroyed. And even then, he goes to the next door neighbour's home, and rams his point home some more. Heechul is, for lack of a better word, incessant once he starts.
Hankyung has just returned from China, and there are few things he wants to do more than have some nice welcome home sex with Heechul. He makes the mistake of initiating it before they've had more than a few pleasantries, which isn't exactly entirely his fault -- Heechul has his hands in his pants sooner than he can say "welcome back". Still, it's a mistake, because Hankyung is happily indulging, happily lost in the sensations, when Heechul brings up Siwon.
Normally, Hankyung likes Siwon a lot, but not in the bedroom, even hypothetically. He can't even string two sentences together, so he doesn't want to talk about anything, let alone a bandmate. Heechul has it in mind to talk about it, though, so Hankyung lets him talk and grunts when he feels he should, and hopes for the best.
It's only when Heechul idly comments that Hankyung probably would quite like to shag Siwon that Hankyung's brain comes to a screeching halt. He stares down at Heechul, incredulous, begins to splutter about them being friends and just platonically touching and does Heechul actually want a shag, or not? Heechul is nonplussed, and even after Hankyung goes back to it, he's on about pictures he's seen and videos and all sorts of stuff Hankyung doesn't understand, when all Hankyung wants to do is have an orgasm in peace.
So he does what he thinks is best with Heechul: leans down and delivers a swift bite just under his jawline. Heechul goes tense and his sentence becomes a moan and his cock jumps in Hankyung's hand, so Hankyung thinks, job done. He's just back into it when Heechul mentions something about Siwon probably liking that, and with a growl of displeasure, Hankyung leans across the bed, grabs his tie, and shoves it hard into Heechul's mouth.
"Look," he says. "We'll talk about this later, babe, okay? Fantastic."
Heechul, too stunned to speak, looks absolutely enraged and basically, horny, so he doesn't move to pull it out even though he can, just looks at Hankyung through lidded eyes and makes small keening noises in his throat. He no longer speaks, but tenses his nails into Hankyung's shoulder and moans, and moans, and moans until his whole body stiffens and trembles against Hankyung's. They lie together afterwards, sticking together and breathing like a sandstorm.
Heechul yanks the tie out of his mouth and tosses it away, mutters some curse in Chinese. Hankyung just laughs, stretches, feeling the crick in his shoulderblades.
"I thought maybe you'd gone off me," Heechul says, eventually.
"Don't be stupid," Hankyung says. "Who goes off you?"
"Good point," Heechul says, and turns over in the crook of Hankyung's arm.
6. Prompt: Eeteuk/Kangin. Sensual foodplay/sex involving food.
When Eeteuk suggests mixing food and sex, Kangin kind of drifts off. The combination to him is his idea of heaven, and before long he's dreaming about hot chicken and noodles and beef in sauce, and then shagging Eeteuk as desert, maybe with chocolate or strawberry, and-
"Chicken?" Eeteuk is saying. "I'm not sure that's very sexy."
In Kangin's head, chicken is definitely sexy.
"It's dripping all over my fingers," Eeteuk says, as Kangin eyes him over the bucket, hungry. "I, it's a bit greasy-"
Eeteuk licks his fingers clean, and the sight of his pretty little mouth is enough. Kangin isn't looking at the chicken anymore.
"This isn't really what I had in mind," Eeteuk says, dropping the chicken onto the glass table and allowing himself to be dragged into the bedroom.
The next morning, Kangin finds the sticky, cold chicken leg glued to the table, and has to concede Eeteuk's point.
"Okay," Kangin is saying, can't resist pulling faces at Eeteuk, who is blindfolded and unable to see him. "So you want me to-"
"Are you making faces?" Eeteuk says. "Your voice is all strange like you're pulling your mouth apart with your fingers."
"You know me too well," Kangin says, charitably.
"I want you to feed me something from the fridge," Eeteuk says. "I've stocked it up. Please don't feel me something gross, Kangin-"
"Would I?" Kangin says. "Would I re-"
"Yes," Eeteuk says. "Something tasty, please."
"Okay," Kangin says, reaching out and almost clipping Eeteuk's nose between forefinger and thumb. He rummages in the fridge with his other hand, finding all sorts, mostly fruit, mostly messy food. He selects a few blueberries, thinking them fairly innocuous. Eeteuk hates spicy food, his little kittymouth, so he can't go too far wrong.
It takes a little while for them to get it right; Kangin has big, slightly clumsy hands and Eeteuk's mouth is tiny, and he laughs throughout, so he ends up with purple on his lips. He makes all sorts of pleased noises, noises that make Kangin want to feed Eeteuk things that aren't in the fridge, but he holds himself back.
Rummaging around further, he finds yoghurt and honey (Eeteuk gets all sticky over this, and Kangin kisses the stickness, which only makes everything even dirtier, because Eeteuk's mouth is not only tiny but sweet, too), some mashed banana, some strawberry mousse and some sliced kiwi fruit, all of which Eeteuk seems pleased about. Pleased for Eeteuk means soft, sensuous moans, of course, which doesn't help Kangin in the slightest.
Then, he finds the greatest thing that's ever existed in a fridge, ever. Chocolate cake, extra-gooey in the middle with frosting on top. Eeteuk has a thing for chocolate cake. A thing, and then a thing again, a thing on top of a thing, on top of a-
"You've gone quiet," Eeteuk says. "Feed me."
"Okay, okay," Kangin says. "Patience!"
Slicing off a little piece, Kangin holds out the fork for Eeteuk, who leans in gingerly and slides his mouth along the prongs. When he draws back, he holds on tight to taste every last mouthful, the same way he sucks Kangin's cock when he's horny, the same tight, hot little mouth, the same-
"Ohhhh," Eeteuk says, and Kangin almost drops the fork. "Oh, Kangin, that's so good."
"Shut up," Kangin says. "You. Shut up. That is. Stop it."
"Fuck, give me more,"
"No," Kangin says. "No, you've had enough, you've definitely had too much, actually, I think-"
"Kangin," Eeteuk is saying, and it's no longer a request. So Kangin feeds him, and each time Eeteuk's throat grows huskier, until he's almost nose-to-nose with Kangin, tense with anticipation. When Kangin holds out another forkful, Eeteuk runs his finger along the frosting and rubs it onto Kangin's lips.
"Show me where it is," he says, and when Kangin gathers his face in his hands, Eeteuk kisses him and kisses him until every last smudge of chocolate is gone.
"Well," Kangin says, rooted to the floor.
"I know somewhere else you could put it," Eeteuk says, nonchalantly.
7. Prompt: Pairing:Heechul/Siwon. Heechul being punished by a teacher for wearing a girl's uniform to school. The punishment is having to bottom in a borderline BDSM session while still wearing the uniform.
As with so many things in Siwon's life, this can only be done after alcohol. He drinks until he no longer feels responsible for his decisions, which normally would be a bad thing. Only, when Heechul slinks around the doorway, all skirt and unbuttoned shirt and, fuck, kneesocks -- it's a good thing. Decisively a good thing.
It's not something they talked about in detail. Heechul's been aware of Siwon's feelings for some time. Heechul, incessant little pain that he is, has been on at Siwon for an even longer time -- anything Siwon wanted, he'd do. Anything at all. And what Siwon had wanted, the only thing Siwon had been able to think about doing to Heechul, was this. A part of him feels terribly guilty. Making Heechul dress up as a girl seems to take away the essence of himself. Only, Heechul isn't defined in such simple terms, and besides, he looks so fucking good in those little heeled shoes.
"Sir?" Heechul says, his eyes all wide. He's practically tugging on his own pigtails. Siwon swallows, despite himself. The reality is better than the fantasy, for once in his life.
"Sit down," Siwon says, nodding at the chair in front of him. He feels slightly self-conscious, until Heechul sits and casually tosses one knee over the other. He isn't anything other than what he is: confident, self-assured, gorgeous.
"You know why you're here," Siwon says.
"Sir?" Heechul says. "Is it my hairstyle? It's a little wayward this morning..."
"Not your hairstyle," Siwon says. "So much as your ensemble. This is an all-boys school, Heechul. You know that that...isn't the dress code."
"I suppose so, sir," Heechul says. "Only, my uniform wasn't dry this morning, so I had to think of something..."
"Even so," Siwon says. "It has an unusual effect on the boys, you wearing...that."
"Well," Heechul says. "I would have thought that at a Catholic school, they'd have had more self-discipline."
Siwon's eyes flash in the dim light at this unexpected development. There's a hint of a smirk on Heechul's face, and Siwon feels his temper rising at the blatancy of it.
"I think your own discipline could use some work," he says, low, genuine, real.
"Sir?" Heechul says, cocking his head.
"On your feet," Siwon says. "Square your knees. Lean down, palms on the desk."
"Sir, I really feel-"
"You're not here to feel," Siwon says. "You're here to do as I say, do you understand?"
"Yes," Heechul says, leaning down. "Yes, sir."
When he bends over, the skirt hitches up, and Siwon has to force his eyes away from the shape of Heechul's ass as he circles the desk. Heechul doesn't lift his eyes from the surface of the desk, even as Siwon flips his skirt over his back and begins to rub circles into the back of his thigh until Heechul parts them with a hoarse noise.
At first, all Siwon does is massage his thighs, his ass, until Heechul is mewling and pushing back against Siwon's hand. And then, Siwon snaps, "no!" and gives his ass a swift, hard smack. Heechul braces himself with his hands, cries out, and there's a moment of panic in Siwon's throat until he feels around, and Heechul's rock hard.
"Yes," he whispers. "Fuck, yes."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry, sir, I mean -- I mean, I'm sorry, for speaking. I need to be silent and obedient. I accept any punishment you give me."
"That's better," Siwon says, then, "What have you done wrong today?"
"Wearing an inappropriate uniform," Heechul says, as Siwon begins to massage the reddening skin.
"What else?"
"Tempting the boys," Heechul says. "Tempting...the boys to betray...the doctrine, tempting...making them thinking about pressing me against the wall, and...and...my legs wrapping around their waist-"
His words are punctuated with smacks, are peppered with bracing against the desk and hard, hard cries, as Siwon finds his way around the places that feel the best, that make his skin burn and his cheeks flush and his eyes well up. He can feel his erection pressing against the desk and it's so good, so fucking good, he can't stop.
"Making the boys want to touch me," he gasps. "Making the boys want to come inside me-"
And then Siwon goes forward, beyond the point of no return, beyond the point where Heechul ever believed he could go -- he drags Heechul's underwear down, moves the fabric of his skirt upwards, and loosens his own trousers. Heechul waits, dripping, hard, horny and then he feels the press of Siwon against his ass, against his thighs. Siwon thrusts against him, so hard and so needy Heechul has to talk, has to spur it on.
"Making the boys want to give up everything to have me," he groans, as Siwon moves a hand around and begins to stroke with furiosity. "Making you think about fucking me, how tight I'd be, how fucking tight, please, please, harder, harder-"
It doesn't take long, the mutual shoving, Heechul's voice a low drone of repetition, of words and needy groans. Siwon is totally silent but for the odd thrust, but when he comes, he makes a noise Heechul's never heard him make, and then he's wet almost to the nape of his neck. When Siwon grabs the hair there, the soaking hair there, and hisses, "come", Heechul does, without a second thought. He lies still, afterwards, exhausted, his knees shaking.
"One day," he says. "We'll do this without the skirt, without the-"
"Fuck, Heechul," Siwon says, under his breath, and his voice is so closed off that Heechul closes his eyes, to block it out.
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This one is my favourite. Shut up!
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I liked the foodplay the most *__* Even though there's no Heechul? D:
Hankyung and Heechul are hot. *fans self*
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Hankyung is amazing, I love him. I just find him terribly endearing -- I want to pat him. XD
Thank you! ♥
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But I didn't know you wrote those other ones! XD I read them all on the Anonymous meme, and loved them, but little did I know they were you! 8D Oh, you, how I've come to love you ♥
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but that last one fuck my life this fandom needs your writing back, woman.
oh god, dead and dying.