fic: The Slut In You
Title: The Slut In You
Fandom: Super Junior
Authors: animegirl29 /amine87
Disclaimer: Don’t own.
Rating: R/NC-17
Genre: Smut…PWP (There was a plot…but I can’t really remember it anymore)
Pairings: RyeoMin, Ryeowook/everyone, KangTeuk, SiHanChul.
Summary: Ryeowook gets a new image after the release of Sorry Sorry.
A/N: So this happened when the teaser came out and I was talking to amine87 and we both noticed how slutty Ryeowook’s image has become…but it could just be because of Sungmin…
The Slut In You
“Ryeowook,” cooed Heechul as he slyly slinked into the room where Ryeowook and Sungmin were lazing around. “You know, I’ve read something quite interesting.”
Sitting up from his position, Ryeowook’s big brown eyes looked up at Heechul as if waiting for orders. As he tilted his head to the side with a questioning aura, Sungmin observed the two with increasing interest and from Heechul’s smirk; he could almost guess what would happen.
“Hyung? What is it?” Heechul’s grin widened and sat on the edge of the bed to stroke Ryeowook’s hair.
“I heard that the fans have seen you in a new light after listening to our new song.”
“Really?”
“Yes, that’s right. I think you’ve heard of it, right Minnie-ah?”
At the evil gleam in Heechul’s eye, Sungmin knew what he was talking about. After all, they read the same article together a few hours ago. Sungmin laid his stomach down on the soft bed, propping his elbows up to red his head on his hands, and smiled innocently at Ryeowook. “I think that maybe we should listen to the fans.”
Ryeowook jolted away from Heechul’s touch at the mention of fans. “What?” he squeaked.
“Don’t worry,” said Heechul, waving his hand in front of him. “The fans won’t know. It’s just to…help you…improve your image.”
“Hyung, that doesn’t even make sense…” Ryeowook frowned and backed away from the pair. Sure, he trusted his hyungs but there were only so much evil eye gleams that he could ignore.
“Come on, I’ll help you. Hyung, I think you have to go now. Don’t you have another schedule to attend to?” Heechul glared daggers as Sungmin let out a sweet smile and kneeled onto Ryeowook’s bed at the other end. Ryeowook blinked, shifting closer to Sungmin, thinking he would be safe -at least he would be much safer than being with Heechul and ‘fans’.
Or so he thought.
Heechul sighed and stood up. “I’ll be leaving then.” Ryeowook let out a long breath, definitely missing an exchange of glances between the two. “Goodbye Wookie-ah,” he blew a kiss, “Have fun!”
The door closed and Sungmin turned to him, a wide smile written on his face. “Don’t worry about hyung,” he slowly said, “he’s just... he likes your new image better.”
Ryeowook frowned.
“And that hairstyle of yours,” Sungmin’s hand reached the back of his head, slowly brushing with his fingers, “I love it.” Ryeowook squealed and backed further away when Sungmin’s fingers accidentally swept his earlobe. Sungmin blinked once, twice, before grinning sheepishly as he noticed that Ryeowook was then back-to-back to the wall. “Sorry,” Sungmin shifted a few inches away, “I didn’t mean to surprise you.”
“I-It’s okay hyung.” Sungmin smiled at the formality and smiled even further at what Ryeowook said next. “I trust you.”
“Of course you do.” He then leaned over to whisper in the younger boy’s ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. “I think it’s time that we teach you to be more like us.”
Ryeowook’s breath hitched slightly as he felt something wet and slick run over the curve of his ear and into the cleft. He let out a high pitched squeal and accidentally slipped on the sheets, making him slide further down and under Sungmin’s straddling hips. He wasn’t sure when Sungmin had moved into that position but he couldn’t ponder about that thought much longer when Sungmin put his hands on either side of his head to prevent him from moving.
“You need,” started Sungmin as he dipped his head to lick his collarbone, “to be more confident. You told me one time that you didn’t want to have the innocent image.” He shifted to look directly into Ryeowook’s eyes. “That you wanted to be more like us.”
Sungmin paused and waited to hear Ryeowook’s response: if he would agree or disagree to his change. When a few more seconds passed, he started to worry if the smaller boy would comply but at the matching sly smile that graced Ryeowook’s face, Sungmin’s heart skipped a beat.
“Hyung,” started Ryeowook as he lifted his head to Sungmin’s neck. “Please teach me well.”
At the touch of Ryeowook’s soft lips kissing Sungmin’s neck and his teeth gently biting into his soft skin, Sungmin almost started to cry from happiness.
-
Kibum believed that Ryeowook, in fact, was not that innocent.
Who could have missed that pair of big brown eyes and that small smile and that innocent-looking face? Perhaps everyone, but definitely not Kibum. For a second he thought he heard a noise coming from behind Sungmin’s door; but perhaps it’s just his imagination.
He was continuing his game, sitting in a couch in the living room with both Yesung and Kyuhyun sitting comfortably on the larger couch, watching what looked like Titanic. But it was another figure, Ryeowook’s figure, walking into the living room that caught his attention.
“Hi Kibum-ah,” Ryeowook’s eyes gazed upon him and smiled. He merely nodded but said nothing as Ryeowook headed straight to the larger couch, making Yesung look up and grin.
“Titanic?” Ryeowook nodded, staring at his hyung for a good ten seconds before Kyuhyun grinned and shifted his weight to the left. “We three can sit together,” he said, patting the small space in between until Yesung stirred from the television screen and shifted to give a bit more space. When Ryeowook didn’t move, Kyuhyun’s eyebrow twitched. “You know we can fit in.”
Kibum watched Ryeowook snuggled in between the two through the corner of his eyes, and how Ryeowook dipped lower on the couch until his head laid on Kyuhyun’s stomach and how Ryeowook had his hand clutching on Kyuhyun’s thigh and how in all of a sudden Ryeowook’s leg was in between Yesung’s. How amazing, considering he only missed a few seconds from watching the three.
It must be uncomfortable, Kibum thought, focusing back to the game on his notebook. Although somehow he sensed the scene would be more interesting than his game.
“Hey hyung,” said Ryeowook, tearing his gaze from Rose talking to Jack to Yesung, shifting his position a bit to get full view of his hyung. Yesung frowned feeling the sudden movement between his leg and the sudden friction on his thigh and Ryeowook smiled sweetly. “Why did she tell Jack she loves Cal?”
Yesung blinked, clearly not expecting that question. They had watched it countless times after all, and why was Ryeowook asking him? “Because it’s the truth,” so he answered, cursing his mind as Ryeowook’s leg moved again and Ryeowook’s eyes kept staring at him.
“Because she doesn’t believe she’s fallen for Jack,” Kyuhyun’s voice popped up, his right hand on Ryeowook’s shoulder gripped tighter and then Ryeowook’s big eyes staring at him.
Frowning for once, Ryeowook’s hand pressed what’s underneath -and that’s Kyuhyun’s thigh, the magnae fidgeted a bit but kept his smile. “It’s not fair,” said Ryeowook, pouting, then hand’s squeezing on the thin material and skin underneath, “if she’s fallen for Jack, she should have just said so.” Then he moved, freeing his leg from Yesung’s and got up from the couch.
Yesung blinked at the sudden lost of contact. And so did Kyuhyun. In the next second, Ryeowook fled to the kitchen, mumbling about “life isn’t fair” and “she should have just said so”.
Kibum confirmed; Ryeowook was far from innocent. He forced down his laugh, seeing Yesung and Kyuhyun’s pain stricken expressions.
-
The moment Ryeowook stepped into the kitchen to get a drink, he knew that he should practice more of his ‘skills’ on more of the members. So when he saw Donghae and Eunhyuk ‘cooking or baking’ in the kitchen, he knew that they would be his next ginea pig.
“Hyung,” cooed Ryeowook, moving forward into their personal space. He leant his head on Eunhyuk’s shoulder, watching Donghae’s every move. “What are you doing?”
“We are…” Donghae looked around conspicuously as if someone would jump out any moment.
“Baking!” Eunhyuk and Donghae shared a mischievous glint in their eyes and turned to Ryeowook.
“But I don’t think Leeteuk-hyung will appreciate a dirty kitchen…”
Donghae laughed nervously. “He doesn’t have to know.”
Ryeowook tilted his head to the side. “But Hankyung-hyung will find out when he has to come to make us dinner…”
“It’s okay,” nodded Eunhyuk, secretly cursing at the youngest of the trio for making him paranoid, “They’ll forgive us!”
“They always do!”
Ryeowook nodded, unsure of what he should do to practice so he settled down at the table to watch the pair giggle and randomly throw dollops of cream and pieces of fruit at each other. At one point, Donghae threw his head back and laugh, exposing his throat and bobbing adam’s apple that glistened with sweat from his food fight. Mixing with the sweat came thin trickles of white sweet substance that made Ryeowook lick his lips.
Without another thought, Ryeowook got up and strode across the kitchen to pin Donghae to the kitchen basin. With his hand tightly gripping Donghae’s arms, Ryeowook licked his lips and smiled innocently. “Hyung, you have some cream there.”
“O-Oh, really?” Donghae gulped, not used to seeing the magnae this upclose or primal. Eunhyuk watched the whole ordeal with shaking hands, not sure what was going to happen.
“Yes, really.” Ryeowook then proceeded to dip his head and suck at the cream that perched on Donghae’s cheek, his tongue swirling around the cheekbone and down to his exposed neck.
Eunhyuk’s mouth went dry at the sight and the sound of the soft moans coming from Ryeowook. His eyes flickered to Donghae and if the situation wasn’t so uncomfortable, he would laugh at his expression but he knew if he made a sound that Ryeowook might turn on him too. Too bad it just wasn’t his day.
“Eunhyukkie, you have some there as well.”
Ryeowook almost laughed at the fear that danced across Eunhyuk’s face but mentally shook his head and forced himself onto the other boy, their faces merely inches apart. With one last smirk, he opened his mouth and captured the boy’s lips. He vaguely heard Donghae gasp in the background but paid no mind to it as he tasted Eunhyuk and sucked on the boy’s bottom lip.
With one last lick of the soft lip, Ryeowook pulled back and smiled, ignoring the fact that there was no cream and that the two other boy were looking at him in horror. Or pleasure.
“Hmm, if you guys are making a cake, you should put more sugar in the cream. I like my cakes sweet.” And with that said, Ryeowook flounced out of the kitchen with an air of triumph.
After a few seconds of silence, the boys turned to each other.
“Did he seem like Heechul or was it just me?”
“Either Heechul…or Sungmin…”
-
It’s fun, Ryeowook knew it. Mentally he crossed Yesung, Kyuhyun, perhaps Kibum too, and EunHae pair from the list. Then let’s see... who’s next. But he wanted a challenge, Ryeowook decided. And speaking of whom, the door was opened, revealing Siwon walking inside the dorm with some plastic bags on hands.
Such a perfect timing.
“Hi hyung,” greeted Ryeowook, reaching to Siwon’s hand and obtaining the bags which were supposed to be their dinner, “where’s Hankyung-hyung?”
Siwon smiled wide. “He forgot to buy something and told me to go first.” He watched Ryeowook put the bags outside the kitchen door and suddenly he was pulled towards the younger’s room; taking a view of fighting couple in the kitchen and snuggling Titanic day (again).
Siwon was confused when Ryeowook pushed him inside his room and closed the door. Nevertheless, he obeyed and Ryeowook looked up to him with that pair of wide eyes. “They told me not to tell Hankyung-hyung that they’re baking in the kitchen,” whispered Ryeowook, tilting his head a few degree to the left, “is it okay hyung?”
“Sure,” Siwon flashed another smile.
“You can rest on my bed,” Ryeowook added before heading out, “while I’m telling them to finish their baking.” Then he closed the door, thinking and planning of the next action.
-
As plan after plan ran through Ryeowook’s mind, they all suddenly disappeared when he found Siwon asleep on his bed. The kitchen had been saved (with a bit of more cleaning) and the Titanic had been shifted to video games (that involved Kibum and somehow Shindong and then Eunhyuk, leaving poor Donghae alone in the kitchen).
Locking the door, Ryeowook headed to the sleeping figure and sat right beside it. It was just Siwon, he thought as he leant closer and gently placed a hand on Siwon’s forehead. Perhaps bothering a Christian boy was out of his agenda, Ryeowook thought before capturing Siwon’s lips and he’s similar and nothing was different.
Suddenly Ryeowook was sure he heard Siwon moaning as he felt arms around his waist, making him lose balance and slump down onto Siwon’s chest. “Gege.”
Siwon’s eyes snapped open at the sultry voice, his hands gripping Ryeowook’s upper arms as his face turned from one in ecstasy to one of shock. “Ryeowook? W-What are you doing?”_
Ryeowook pouted. “Gege, how come you don’t pay any attention to me?” He lifted himself up so that he was on all fours and looking down at Siwon. “Can’t you see that I want you?” He almost laughed when he saw the panic that flew across Siwon’s face.
“R-Ryeowook,” started Siwon, “Are you okay?” His eyes flickered over to the door with a mental plea for help.
“Gege, I want you to teach me…do things…” He gently blew over the older boy’s face, making him shudder violently.
“Please…don’t call me that…in that voice…” Siwon squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face away from Ryeowook’s lust-filled eyes.
“Hyung,” purred Ryeowook, running his finger along the side of Siwon’s face and enjoying the older boy squirm. “You know…I’ve always looked up to you…”
Siwon almost cried out when he felt Ryeowook press against him, their growing erections rubbing against each other as the younger boy let his tongue run up along his jaw line tantalizingly slowly. “W-We shouldn’t do this…”
“You know you want it.” Siwon’s breath got caught in his throat when he saw Ryeowook’s dark look through his lashes. “Siwonnie…”
With all his might and the thought of his religion on the line, Siwon broke free of Ryeowook’s spell, dashing towards the door despite his speed being reduced from both a painful erection and sheets getting tangled with his legs. Through much trouble, he lept forward and grasped the doorknob, frantically jiggling it and almost breaking it to get himself out of the sinful room.
“Hyung, that’s not very nice.”
Siwon cast a look behind him to see the ‘eternal magnae’ on all fours, his knees and palms delving into the soft bed, with a sinful look being directed towards him. He bit his lip and momentarily thought twice before leaving the room, only to collide into Hankyung who was taking off his coat. Hankyung looked at Siwon, confused about the boy’s rush and clumsiness but when he saw Ryeowook waltz up to the two with an extra swing to his hips, his mind went blank.
“Ah! Hankyung-gege! You’re back! I’m so glad!” Ryeowook then lay down on the floor next to the couple with his chin propped on his palm and grinned at the bedazzled Chinese man. “Siwon-hyung isn’t being nice.”
Hankyung shot a quick glance and did a double take when he saw the normally composed boy, blushing with something hard being pressed into his thigh. He gaped and wondered what had happened in the room but when he turned back to Ryeowook, everything seemed to click.
“Maybe, you can teach him a lesson? Or better yet, help me instead?” Ryeowook bit his lip and sucked on Hankyung’s finger, his small tongue swirling around the limb as he ignored the two boy’s stunned looks.
Hankyung bit his lip and tried to inch away when he felt his head being grasped and pulled towards a pair of soft pink lips of the youngest of the trio. After the moment of shock wore off, Hankyung’s eyes fluttered closed. Ryeowook took this chance to quickly glance at Siwon, only to find the boy staring at the pair, wide-eyed and slightly agape. He lifted his finger and beckoned Siwon to move closer and much to his amusement, the older boy obeyed immediately.
He traced his finger along the outline of Siwon’s lips and broke his kiss with Hankyung with a gasp when Siwon took two fingers into his mouth, gently sucking and licked the small digits. Ryeowook let out a small laugh and captured Hankyung’s lips again, his tongue running along the bottom lip and surface of the other tongue.
Hankyung couldn’t believe what was happening. It felt like the moment he stepped back into the dorm, the world had turned upside-down. To see Siwon so willing to participate in behaviour that would be blasphemy was a rare sight. Then for Ryeowook to act so…slutty…made his view on how his fellow members worked, fly out of the window.
Siwon, on the other hand, had tossed all his morals out of the window. He had been sucking on Ryeowook’s fingers for a few minutes and he was nearing his breaking point where he would have to restrain the younger boy for him to do some things that weren’t pretty. Just as he made the decision to move forward, he heard a harsh cough come from above the trio. Siwon froze.
Ryeowook slowly opened one of his eyes and stared up at a not-so-happy Kim Heechul. With a sigh, he withdrew his fingers from Siwon’s mouth and pelvis from Hankyung’s and slumped back against the wall, exposing his defined collarbone as if to send Heechul a silent challenge. It was tempting, Heechul had to admit that, but he refrained knowing that there was a larger prize at stake.
Swiftly, Heechul moved toward and grabbed the two remaining boys by the scruff of their collar and literally threw them into the bedroom, not caring if they landed on the large bed or not. He then started to undo his tie (more like rip it apart) and looked down at Ryeowook who remained on the floor.
“I don’t know whether or not to thank you or hate you for turning Siwon to the dark side. You have no idea how resistant he is.” Ryeowook smiled at the comment, feeling slightly happy that he was getting praised. “But know this, if you come near them again, I’ll screw you in the ass so hard that you’ll regret messing with me.”
With a frown, Ryeowook watched Heechul give up on his tie and proceeded to strip off his button up shirt. The younger boy peeped into the bedroom and saw Hankyung massaging Siwon’s strained erection while licking the exposed skin of his toned stomach. Siwon threw his head back and moaned out. __“Hyung, keep the tie on.” Heechul grinned at Siwon and threw his shirt down on Ryeowook’s head to block his vision before he slammed the door close.
Ryeowook grabbed the shirt from his head and glared at the closed door before hitting it and moping on the floor. He tossed the shirt aside and decided to move off onto another member before he kicked the door down to yell at Heechul.
-
Ryeowook walked to the living room only to meet Leeteuk’s frown. “Ryeowook-ah,” the leader ordered him to come and sit at his opposite, “what just had happened?”
Clearly aware they were in a living room with no bit of privacy, that someone could come in and see what they’re doing, Ryeowook shook his head. “Can we get to your room, hyung?” his large brown eyes glanced upon Leeteuk’s, “I need to talk to you, hyung. Alone.”
Leeteuk blinked, aware he could not say no to that pair of eyes. He then took Ryeowook’s hand and brought him to his room. Ryeowook stood still after closing the door until Leeteuk smiled and signalled him to sit on the bed. “Kangin will come back in around one hour. We have time for ourselves ‘kay?” he said, grinning happily when Ryeowook complied to sit next to him. “So,” he continued, “tell me what’s wrong, Wookie-”
He stopped talking when suddenly Ryeowook pulled him into a tight hug. Gently, he patted the younger’s back and held the back of his head before placing a soft kiss on the forehead. “Tell me, Wookie,” he whispered softly, “you know I’m always here for you-”
Leeteuk’s words were abruptly cut off when Ryeowook captured his mouth. He tried to protest and ask what was wrong when in the next split second Ryeowook has shoved him down the bed, straddling him, and definitely not being a certain Wookie he once knew.
“W-Wookie,” Leeteuk moaned in his mouth, still attempting to make sense and to control the situation as he tried to stand up, only to be pushed again onto the bed. Who knew Ryeowook had such strength? Or maybe, the worst case possible: he was just weaker than Ryeowook. He whimpered louder as the younger’s hand went down and started to massage his groin.
“Please hyung,” Ryeowook whispered, locking his eyes with the leader’s, “Let me. Just this once.”
“N-no.” Leeteuk’s protest soon was captured unheard. He gasped when Ryeowook’s other free hand snaked underneath his shirt before pulling the cotton material up. He then felt cold fingers pressing against his chest, leaving fluttering touches along his skin as he gasped at the soft pinches. “R-Ryeo…”
“Shh!” Ryeowook placed his finger on Leeteuk’s lips, effectively quieting the leader, allowing him to put his mouth and hands to better use. As he trailed his free hand down to massage the growing erection that the older boy was developing, Ryeowook let his tongue slide over Leeteuk’s smooth jaw line, down his chin until he was sucking on the Adam’s apple, which bobbed up and down at Leeteuk’s nervousness.
Just as Ryeowook dipped his hands into Leeteuk’s pants, he heard a faint slam of the front door and the two vague shouts of the remaining members on his list. His lip curved upwards into a twisted smile and continued to thoroughly kiss Leeteuk. Unfortunately for Ryeowook, Leeteuk heard the rowdy shouts of Kangin and Shindong and tried to shove the younger boy off him, mustering all the strength he had despite the compromising situation he was in. Luckily, he was able to push the other boy off him, get up and sprint out of the room without falling over his own two feet, slamming the bathroom door behind him.
His pants echoed in the tiled room as he shakily walked over to the mirror. He stared at this relfection, ashamed at how he was easily taken advantage of. He splashed cold water on his face before deciding that he would have to take a cold shower to relieve his aching member. So as he stripped down and let the cold water beat over his back, a distant thought appeared in his mind as to whether or not he locked the door. At the time, the answer didn’t really matter to him as all he had on his mind was getting rid of his erection.
If he was in a more stable mind, he probably would have realised that Ryeowook could have followed him into the shower but of course, Leeteuk wasn’t thinking straight so when he heard the shower door slide open, he immediately assumed it was Kangin, arriving to comfort him.
“Kangin-ah,” whined Leeteuk, feeling arms snake around his waist, “I think there’s something wrong with Ryeowook.”
“There’s nothing wrong with me.”
Leeteuk screamed, loudly. His high pitch voice bounced off the hard walls but was drowned out from the water. He started to shake, thinking that Ryeowook was going to do something terrible to him and try to take over leadership somehow. He started to imagine of all the possible scenerios that could happen at any moment and whimpered in fright. He was so engrossed that he didn’t notice the absence of the arms, nor had he noticed Kangin’s angry yells.
“Ryeowook! What the hell?!” Kangin was furious, he couldn’t think properly but the again, who could when you walked into the bathroom to see someone molesting your boyfriend.
Ryeowook glared at the larger man. He really shouldn’t be surprised at Kangin’s reaction but he had honestly wanted to continue to molest Leeteuk longer. There was a gentle side to the leader that no one else had. “Kangin-ah, you can join us if you want?”
“Why you…” Leeteuk jumped out of the shower and grabbed Kangin’s arms before the male could throw a punch at Ryeowook.
“Ryeowook, I think you should leave. I’ll let whatever you did to me slide this once but-”
Leeteuk’s sentence was never finished as Kangin had him pinned to the glass frame of the shower door, tongue hungrily exploring and mouth kissing Leeteuk possessively.
Ryeowook grimaced in disgust at being left out and quickly threw his clothes on, regardless of his soaking body or the damp clothes. He slammed the door with a loud slam and almost kicked the door in frustration.
-
"Ryeowook-ah, can I talk to you for a second?"
Ryeowook lifted his head as he heard Shindong's muffled voice outside the door; he threw his damp clothes under his bed and pulled on an oversized t-shirt (which he knew wasn't his at all) and opened the door, revealing a quite curious-looking Shindong.
"Yes," he tilted his head a few degree to the left, looking up at his hyung with that pair of wide brown eyes, "what is it, hyung?" He shifted to the left, giving a space for Shindong to walk into the room.
Shindong merely shook his head and signaled him to follow. Ryeowook frowned, perhaps Shindong thought he would do something if it's only they two in his room or perhaps Leeteuk had told Shindong about what had happened (but he doubted it as Kangin was supposed to keep the leader busy... at least for a few hours), nevertheless, he followed Shindong to the balcony. Shindong took a seat and signaled him to do the same.
"So," started Shindong, "I heard you've been... busy, Ryeowook-ah."
He merely smiled. "Did anyone tell you to talk to me about that, hyung?" he asked softly, leaning his body a few degree towards Shindong.
Shindong blinked. "No, no, it's not about that," he replied, breaking the eye contact between them. "I just want to tell you... for you to just be yourself."
Ryeowook frowned. "Am I not being myself, hyung?"
"I notice that you are like..." Shindong stopped and chewed his bottom lips, eyes still avoiding Ryeowook's, as if he wasn't sure whether he should continue or not, "you are imitating Heechul. Or maybe Sungmin, in this case."
"But hyung, I am not-"
"I know it's not about how others see yourself, Ryeowook-ah," Shindong cut in, "but you have to be honest, is this what you really want? Do you want to follow them? Or perhaps you just want them to notice you?" Then slowly, he turned facing Ryeowook and he thought he saw something flashed in the younger's eyes.
"Hyung-"
"Let me finish this," Shindong waved his hand carelessly, "then you can tell me what you think, okay?" Seeing Ryeowook nodded, he smiled and leant back-to-back to the chair again. "Perhaps you think nobody noticed and now they do, but believe me, everything will change."
He then looked straight into Ryeowook's eyes. "What do you think, Ryeowook-ah?"
Ryeowook blinked, being caught off guard. His mind was racing; he was sure that everything he heard was wrong, that he had to say something, but when the words were struck in his throat, he knew he just couldn't deny it.
Shindong stood up and looked at him. "Think about it, okay? Goodnight."
-
Startled, Ryeowook almost jumped onto his feet when he returned to his room, and it took a good three seconds that he realized Sungmin was inside already, laying on his bed, with his eyes staring right at him. Sungmin lips curved into a smirk as he got into sitting position, his eyes never left the other.
All the thoughts he had barely a minute ago disappeared; he smiled back, nervously, and slowly walked straight to Sungmin's direction. "You are sitting on my bed hyung," he said.
"Oh," was all Sungmin said, his gaze still on Ryeowook as if daring him to do something. When Ryeowook continued to remain standing at the foot of his bed, Sungmin let out an irritated sigh and swung his legs over the side of the bed. With his legs on either side of Ryeowook, Sungmin grabbed Ryeowook’s waist from his position and pulled him closer.
Sungmin’s hand formed a curved shape to fit the perfectly with Ryeowook’s soft backside. His fingers massaged the muscle through the layers of fabric, making Ryeowook sigh in comfort. With his other hand, Sungmin lifted the oversized shirt above Ryeowook’s stomach and latched his mouth onto the smooth pearly flesh.
Feeling Sungmin’s skilled tongue dip and swirl around his bellybutton, Ryeowook’s head lolled back and forth, side to side, his mind flying high. His fingers threaded through Sungmin’s hair and massaged his scalp, his talented piano fingers clawing the back of the old boy’s head.
But you have to be honest, is this what you really want? Do you want to follow them? Or perhaps you just want them to notice you?
With a rough push, Sungmin was back on his back, a wicked grin forming on his face as he watched Ryeowook slowly crawl onto the bed with a predatory look in his eyes. His heart started to pound in excitement, sexual ideas and fantasies running through his mind at alarming speed at the thought of what the ‘eternal magnae’ was capable of. He licked his lips in anticipation.
However, totally different thoughts were running through Ryeowook’s mind. ‘Should I do this? Do I really want to do this?’ he asked himself, pausing in his actions.
Seeing his hesitation, Sungmin glared at Ryeowook and sat up, staring directly in his eyes to show how much he wanted this. Ryeowook was surprised with the passion he saw in his eyes and was about to get away from Sungmin when the older boy’s words shook him.
“Ryeowook-ah, what’s wrong? I’ll be sort of sad if you leave me alone. You try your new abilities on everyone except for me! That’s not very fair now, is it?” Sungmin’s warm breathe tickled Ryeowook’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. At Sungmin’s whines and pleads, he felt something in him snap, making him ignore all the restraints he had earlier.
Ryeowook pushed Sungmin back until he was propped up against the wall and leaned forward to give him the kiss that they were both waiting for. He let his tongue slide over his bottom lip before letting their saliva mix. With his knees straddling Sungmin and his left hand holding onto the older boy’s hair with a fierce grip, Ryeowook’s right hand trailed down and dipped into the flannel pants that donned Sungmin.
He grinned into another kiss upon hearing Sungmin’s hitched gasp and let his talented hands do all the work. After all, his fingers weren’t only just talented in playing the piano. He began with soft long strokes of Sungmin’s already hardened member, his pace tantalizingly slow to push Sungmin over the edge.
“W-Wookie-ah!” whined Sungmin, exposing his neck for Ryeowook to attack, leaving behind angry red hickeys. “W-Why so slow?”
With his lips on his neck, Ryeowook grinned and picked up his pace, his hand pumping Sungmin’s length with the occasional flick of his thumb on his slit. He knew that it drove Sungmin crazy when he felt the boy’s hips thrust upwards and the adam’s apple bob up and down. He started to slide down, pulling the flannel pants as he went, until it was just his face facing the thick member in front of him.
Ryeowook’s eyes flickered upwards. “Touch yourself,” he commanded in a voice he never knew he had. He smiled at Sungmin covering his fingers in a thick layer of saliva and fondling his nipples with the occasional pinch and twist. “Good boy.”
He focused his attention back to the hard limb in front of him and attacked it, head first. He engulfed the whole length until he felt the slit against the back of his throat. Ryeowook’s head bobbed up and down, his bottom teeth scraping against the underside as his tongue swirled around the member with the little room he had.
Sungmin’s high pitched moans filled the room as he slid down onto his back. This action made his cock slip out of Ryeowook’s little mouth, causing the older one to moan in frustration. Ryeowook’s laughter joined the moaning as he started to attentively lick the sacks at the base of the member, nibbling and sucking at it to drive screams from Sungmin.
When he decided that enough foreplay was enough, Sungmin looked already thoroughly fucked but Ryeowook didn’t care. He reached into a random side draw to retrieve a tube of lube and flipped Sungmin onto his chest. His own member was extremely hard with precum starting to leak from his tip. He quickly debated upon whether or not to use of a condom but patience just wasn’t on his agenda today.
He coated his member with strawberry lube (‘how appropriate,’ he quickly thought) before he slowly entered into the boy. When the head of his cock was in the petite hole, he paused in his actions to allow for Sungmin to adjust to the size. He never really thought of himself to compare sizes but he always prided himself on being one of the bigger ones in Super Junior, despite his image.
Sungmin’s wiggle of his butt brought Ryeowook back to reality as he saw Sungmin biting onto the pillow and hands grasping the covers until his knuckles whitened. Ryeowook grinned a grin that rivaled Kyuhyun’s and thrust his whole length deep into the boy.
Sungmin gasped out, not expecting the size to be as different to the others he’s had but is soon begging for more as Ryeowook complies immediately. He thrust faster and faster until his hands had to grip onto Sungmin’s waist to steady himself. Somehow, Sungmin ended up on all fours, whimpers and moans leaving his mouth at the rate Ryeowook was pounding into him.
“Ah! Ryeo-” before Sungmin stop himself or warn anyone, he came all over the covers, the hot liquid leaving it’s sticky presence on the bed of the ‘eternal magnae’. It wasn’t long after that that Ryeowook came into the boy, the creamy substance filling the boy.
-
An hour or so later, Ryeowook got up and untangled himself from the blanket covering Sungmin and himself. Carefully he swiftly got out of the bed, making sure he didn't wake up the sleeping figure of the older boy. He took a quick glance on his cell next to the bed and noticed it was still sometime before four a.m., and he left the room, leaving his cell on the original position.
Ryeowook didn't sleep at all that night.
-
Sungmin woke up by loud screaming outside his room. He growled, completely annoyed, and turned around facing the wall while pulling the blanket tighter. Then he realized something was missing; the warm body next to him.
He opened his eyes and jumped out of the bed, taking a wide look across the room, as there was no Ryeowook in sight. And finally he realized the screaming; it was Leeteuk's and Kangin's (and possibly Heechul's). He went out of the room.
Leeteuk was clutching on something that looked like car keys and Kangin was trying to get hold of the older boy whose body language screamed, "You can't drive to save your own life; even his!" and Sungmin just didn't get it.
"Umm," he weakly waved out, "excuse me? What happened...?"
And suddenly Kangin glared at him and Leeteuk blinked.
"Ryeowook's missing," sighed Leeteuk as he shoved Kangin's hand away, "and he left his cell in the room, you didn't wake up when he left?"
Sungmin blinked back; he didn't even notice.
"But it's not even six," argued Kangin, "he'll come back, I know that." And suddenly Leeteuk turned away from Sungmin and stared at Kangin coldly.
"I know that," he said flatly, "but I have to talk to him, something is wrong I can sense it."
"Of course everything is wrong with him!" Kangin yelled back. "He's the one molested you in the bathroom, everything must be wrong with him!"
"Kangin-ah," Leeteuk's lips curved into a twisted smile, "I know him and I know something but not everything is wrong with him, okay? And I'm going to find out." He then pushed Kangin's figure to the side and grabbed Sungmin's hand, implicitly ordering him to follow him. Kangin stared blankly at the two leaving figures while Sungmin threw desperate looks on him.
"And I'm not going to kill Sungmin and myself for sure," and with that, Leeteuk closed the door; car keys on his left hand, Sungmin's hand on his right.
They didn't say anything in the car; Leeteuk kept his eyes to the road on his front and Sungmin looked outside the window. It was still dark, as Sungmin watched the quiet empty street, but somehow along the time, the illuminating streetlights seemed familiar.
Sungmin frowned when Leeteuk stopped the car in front of SM building.
"He's up there," stated Leeteuk flatly, locking their eyes together, "now get him back and call me when you've finished."
-
Ryeowook was humming the nth song he remembered as his fingers were running over the white and black keys, stopping occasionally once and then with a certain thought in his mind. If he wasn’t in those deep thoughts of what’s better to do and what’s the better choice for him, he could have realized the presence of an additional figure in the room, opening and closing the door ever so slowly.
“Wookie-ah?” Ryeowook blinked as the oh-so-familiar voice passed through the headphone he was wearing, and he turned to look at Sungmin’s frown. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re here?”
“I,” slowly Ryeowook took off the headphone, “I need time. To think.”
“About you?” Sungmin’s eyes softened. “Or about us?”
“I don’t know,” Ryeowook chewed his bottom lips. Everything seemed so wrong yet so right at the same time that he even had no slightest idea what he was thinking about right then. “Perhaps I was an idiot.” He looked up and saw that Sungmin didn’t smile.
“You aren’t,” stated Sungmin indifferently. “You are just confused,” he added, like a boy during his puberty, he thought. “But you know, Wookie?” He took a seat next to the younger boy, “you don’t have to act like that to everyone,” he whispered.
Ryeowook’s eyes met his. Sungmin forced a small smile. “You can keep it. Just. To. Us,” he whispered thoughtfully.
Sungmin then leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on Ryeowook’s lips, savoring the taste. He then left a trail of butterfly kisses along his cheek, noticing the vague salty taste of tears, before kissing his forehead lightly. “So, have you decided?”
-
Heechul stared at the boy across from him and wondered why he made the beast that was today. There Ryeowook was, happily sitting there with his bowl of yogurt, using his spoon to add more fruits to it while licking his lips in the most distracting way possible. He watched as the younger boy picked up a lone blueberry and held it to his mouth, his lips just touching the surface. He then let his teeth just pierce the skin, allowing the juices to spill forth.
With a light sucking sound, Ryeowook let his eyes flutter close and suck the juices until the only left was the remains staining his fingers. He hummed approvingly and picked up another berry to repeat sucking. However, Heechul had had enough.
Abruptly, Heechul stood up and glared at the boy below him. “Hyung? What’s wrong?” Ryeowook looked up with his big eyes and slowly licked the juices from his fingers. When Heechul didn’t reply. Ryeowook grinned and offered a strawberry. “Here, have one. It’s nice and sweet.”
As much as Heechul wanted to pay attention to the strawberry, his eyes remained fixated on the pink lips before him. He licked his own lips, debating for a second if he should include Ryeowook into his group of sex friends, when a firm hand clasped on his shoulder.
“Heechul-hyung, I’m surprised that you’re up early! What are you doing here?” Sungmin smiled sweetly and tightened his grip on the shoulder.
Heechul glared at the two boys before sighing with a grin. “Oh what monster have I created?”
Ryeowook beamed. “You haven’t made any monster hyung!” He licked his lips seductively and winked at Leeteuk who had just walked in at the last moment to catch the wink.
Leeteuk merely stood there, his hand on the doorframe, debating whether or not he should ask what had Heechul and Sungmin done to make Ryeowook different but he opted to wandering off back to bed. After all, Kangin was there and wasn’t trying to play with his mind about which member should have what image.
- fin -
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Honestly, we had just watched Sorry Sorry MVs and performances and stalked slutaday then this happened.
I'll come back to edit when I'm not half dead :3
Started: 09.03.09
Finished: 01.05.09
Fandom: Super Junior
Authors: animegirl29 /amine87
Disclaimer: Don’t own.
Rating: R/NC-17
Genre: Smut…PWP (There was a plot…but I can’t really remember it anymore)
Pairings: RyeoMin, Ryeowook/everyone, KangTeuk, SiHanChul.
Summary: Ryeowook gets a new image after the release of Sorry Sorry.
A/N: So this happened when the teaser came out and I was talking to amine87 and we both noticed how slutty Ryeowook’s image has become…but it could just be because of Sungmin…
The Slut In You
“Ryeowook,” cooed Heechul as he slyly slinked into the room where Ryeowook and Sungmin were lazing around. “You know, I’ve read something quite interesting.”
Sitting up from his position, Ryeowook’s big brown eyes looked up at Heechul as if waiting for orders. As he tilted his head to the side with a questioning aura, Sungmin observed the two with increasing interest and from Heechul’s smirk; he could almost guess what would happen.
“Hyung? What is it?” Heechul’s grin widened and sat on the edge of the bed to stroke Ryeowook’s hair.
“I heard that the fans have seen you in a new light after listening to our new song.”
“Really?”
“Yes, that’s right. I think you’ve heard of it, right Minnie-ah?”
At the evil gleam in Heechul’s eye, Sungmin knew what he was talking about. After all, they read the same article together a few hours ago. Sungmin laid his stomach down on the soft bed, propping his elbows up to red his head on his hands, and smiled innocently at Ryeowook. “I think that maybe we should listen to the fans.”
Ryeowook jolted away from Heechul’s touch at the mention of fans. “What?” he squeaked.
“Don’t worry,” said Heechul, waving his hand in front of him. “The fans won’t know. It’s just to…help you…improve your image.”
“Hyung, that doesn’t even make sense…” Ryeowook frowned and backed away from the pair. Sure, he trusted his hyungs but there were only so much evil eye gleams that he could ignore.
“Come on, I’ll help you. Hyung, I think you have to go now. Don’t you have another schedule to attend to?” Heechul glared daggers as Sungmin let out a sweet smile and kneeled onto Ryeowook’s bed at the other end. Ryeowook blinked, shifting closer to Sungmin, thinking he would be safe -at least he would be much safer than being with Heechul and ‘fans’.
Or so he thought.
Heechul sighed and stood up. “I’ll be leaving then.” Ryeowook let out a long breath, definitely missing an exchange of glances between the two. “Goodbye Wookie-ah,” he blew a kiss, “Have fun!”
The door closed and Sungmin turned to him, a wide smile written on his face. “Don’t worry about hyung,” he slowly said, “he’s just... he likes your new image better.”
Ryeowook frowned.
“And that hairstyle of yours,” Sungmin’s hand reached the back of his head, slowly brushing with his fingers, “I love it.” Ryeowook squealed and backed further away when Sungmin’s fingers accidentally swept his earlobe. Sungmin blinked once, twice, before grinning sheepishly as he noticed that Ryeowook was then back-to-back to the wall. “Sorry,” Sungmin shifted a few inches away, “I didn’t mean to surprise you.”
“I-It’s okay hyung.” Sungmin smiled at the formality and smiled even further at what Ryeowook said next. “I trust you.”
“Of course you do.” He then leaned over to whisper in the younger boy’s ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. “I think it’s time that we teach you to be more like us.”
Ryeowook’s breath hitched slightly as he felt something wet and slick run over the curve of his ear and into the cleft. He let out a high pitched squeal and accidentally slipped on the sheets, making him slide further down and under Sungmin’s straddling hips. He wasn’t sure when Sungmin had moved into that position but he couldn’t ponder about that thought much longer when Sungmin put his hands on either side of his head to prevent him from moving.
“You need,” started Sungmin as he dipped his head to lick his collarbone, “to be more confident. You told me one time that you didn’t want to have the innocent image.” He shifted to look directly into Ryeowook’s eyes. “That you wanted to be more like us.”
Sungmin paused and waited to hear Ryeowook’s response: if he would agree or disagree to his change. When a few more seconds passed, he started to worry if the smaller boy would comply but at the matching sly smile that graced Ryeowook’s face, Sungmin’s heart skipped a beat.
“Hyung,” started Ryeowook as he lifted his head to Sungmin’s neck. “Please teach me well.”
At the touch of Ryeowook’s soft lips kissing Sungmin’s neck and his teeth gently biting into his soft skin, Sungmin almost started to cry from happiness.
-
Kibum believed that Ryeowook, in fact, was not that innocent.
Who could have missed that pair of big brown eyes and that small smile and that innocent-looking face? Perhaps everyone, but definitely not Kibum. For a second he thought he heard a noise coming from behind Sungmin’s door; but perhaps it’s just his imagination.
He was continuing his game, sitting in a couch in the living room with both Yesung and Kyuhyun sitting comfortably on the larger couch, watching what looked like Titanic. But it was another figure, Ryeowook’s figure, walking into the living room that caught his attention.
“Hi Kibum-ah,” Ryeowook’s eyes gazed upon him and smiled. He merely nodded but said nothing as Ryeowook headed straight to the larger couch, making Yesung look up and grin.
“Titanic?” Ryeowook nodded, staring at his hyung for a good ten seconds before Kyuhyun grinned and shifted his weight to the left. “We three can sit together,” he said, patting the small space in between until Yesung stirred from the television screen and shifted to give a bit more space. When Ryeowook didn’t move, Kyuhyun’s eyebrow twitched. “You know we can fit in.”
Kibum watched Ryeowook snuggled in between the two through the corner of his eyes, and how Ryeowook dipped lower on the couch until his head laid on Kyuhyun’s stomach and how Ryeowook had his hand clutching on Kyuhyun’s thigh and how in all of a sudden Ryeowook’s leg was in between Yesung’s. How amazing, considering he only missed a few seconds from watching the three.
It must be uncomfortable, Kibum thought, focusing back to the game on his notebook. Although somehow he sensed the scene would be more interesting than his game.
“Hey hyung,” said Ryeowook, tearing his gaze from Rose talking to Jack to Yesung, shifting his position a bit to get full view of his hyung. Yesung frowned feeling the sudden movement between his leg and the sudden friction on his thigh and Ryeowook smiled sweetly. “Why did she tell Jack she loves Cal?”
Yesung blinked, clearly not expecting that question. They had watched it countless times after all, and why was Ryeowook asking him? “Because it’s the truth,” so he answered, cursing his mind as Ryeowook’s leg moved again and Ryeowook’s eyes kept staring at him.
“Because she doesn’t believe she’s fallen for Jack,” Kyuhyun’s voice popped up, his right hand on Ryeowook’s shoulder gripped tighter and then Ryeowook’s big eyes staring at him.
Frowning for once, Ryeowook’s hand pressed what’s underneath -and that’s Kyuhyun’s thigh, the magnae fidgeted a bit but kept his smile. “It’s not fair,” said Ryeowook, pouting, then hand’s squeezing on the thin material and skin underneath, “if she’s fallen for Jack, she should have just said so.” Then he moved, freeing his leg from Yesung’s and got up from the couch.
Yesung blinked at the sudden lost of contact. And so did Kyuhyun. In the next second, Ryeowook fled to the kitchen, mumbling about “life isn’t fair” and “she should have just said so”.
Kibum confirmed; Ryeowook was far from innocent. He forced down his laugh, seeing Yesung and Kyuhyun’s pain stricken expressions.
-
The moment Ryeowook stepped into the kitchen to get a drink, he knew that he should practice more of his ‘skills’ on more of the members. So when he saw Donghae and Eunhyuk ‘cooking or baking’ in the kitchen, he knew that they would be his next ginea pig.
“Hyung,” cooed Ryeowook, moving forward into their personal space. He leant his head on Eunhyuk’s shoulder, watching Donghae’s every move. “What are you doing?”
“We are…” Donghae looked around conspicuously as if someone would jump out any moment.
“Baking!” Eunhyuk and Donghae shared a mischievous glint in their eyes and turned to Ryeowook.
“But I don’t think Leeteuk-hyung will appreciate a dirty kitchen…”
Donghae laughed nervously. “He doesn’t have to know.”
Ryeowook tilted his head to the side. “But Hankyung-hyung will find out when he has to come to make us dinner…”
“It’s okay,” nodded Eunhyuk, secretly cursing at the youngest of the trio for making him paranoid, “They’ll forgive us!”
“They always do!”
Ryeowook nodded, unsure of what he should do to practice so he settled down at the table to watch the pair giggle and randomly throw dollops of cream and pieces of fruit at each other. At one point, Donghae threw his head back and laugh, exposing his throat and bobbing adam’s apple that glistened with sweat from his food fight. Mixing with the sweat came thin trickles of white sweet substance that made Ryeowook lick his lips.
Without another thought, Ryeowook got up and strode across the kitchen to pin Donghae to the kitchen basin. With his hand tightly gripping Donghae’s arms, Ryeowook licked his lips and smiled innocently. “Hyung, you have some cream there.”
“O-Oh, really?” Donghae gulped, not used to seeing the magnae this upclose or primal. Eunhyuk watched the whole ordeal with shaking hands, not sure what was going to happen.
“Yes, really.” Ryeowook then proceeded to dip his head and suck at the cream that perched on Donghae’s cheek, his tongue swirling around the cheekbone and down to his exposed neck.
Eunhyuk’s mouth went dry at the sight and the sound of the soft moans coming from Ryeowook. His eyes flickered to Donghae and if the situation wasn’t so uncomfortable, he would laugh at his expression but he knew if he made a sound that Ryeowook might turn on him too. Too bad it just wasn’t his day.
“Eunhyukkie, you have some there as well.”
Ryeowook almost laughed at the fear that danced across Eunhyuk’s face but mentally shook his head and forced himself onto the other boy, their faces merely inches apart. With one last smirk, he opened his mouth and captured the boy’s lips. He vaguely heard Donghae gasp in the background but paid no mind to it as he tasted Eunhyuk and sucked on the boy’s bottom lip.
With one last lick of the soft lip, Ryeowook pulled back and smiled, ignoring the fact that there was no cream and that the two other boy were looking at him in horror. Or pleasure.
“Hmm, if you guys are making a cake, you should put more sugar in the cream. I like my cakes sweet.” And with that said, Ryeowook flounced out of the kitchen with an air of triumph.
After a few seconds of silence, the boys turned to each other.
“Did he seem like Heechul or was it just me?”
“Either Heechul…or Sungmin…”
-
It’s fun, Ryeowook knew it. Mentally he crossed Yesung, Kyuhyun, perhaps Kibum too, and EunHae pair from the list. Then let’s see... who’s next. But he wanted a challenge, Ryeowook decided. And speaking of whom, the door was opened, revealing Siwon walking inside the dorm with some plastic bags on hands.
Such a perfect timing.
“Hi hyung,” greeted Ryeowook, reaching to Siwon’s hand and obtaining the bags which were supposed to be their dinner, “where’s Hankyung-hyung?”
Siwon smiled wide. “He forgot to buy something and told me to go first.” He watched Ryeowook put the bags outside the kitchen door and suddenly he was pulled towards the younger’s room; taking a view of fighting couple in the kitchen and snuggling Titanic day (again).
Siwon was confused when Ryeowook pushed him inside his room and closed the door. Nevertheless, he obeyed and Ryeowook looked up to him with that pair of wide eyes. “They told me not to tell Hankyung-hyung that they’re baking in the kitchen,” whispered Ryeowook, tilting his head a few degree to the left, “is it okay hyung?”
“Sure,” Siwon flashed another smile.
“You can rest on my bed,” Ryeowook added before heading out, “while I’m telling them to finish their baking.” Then he closed the door, thinking and planning of the next action.
-
As plan after plan ran through Ryeowook’s mind, they all suddenly disappeared when he found Siwon asleep on his bed. The kitchen had been saved (with a bit of more cleaning) and the Titanic had been shifted to video games (that involved Kibum and somehow Shindong and then Eunhyuk, leaving poor Donghae alone in the kitchen).
Locking the door, Ryeowook headed to the sleeping figure and sat right beside it. It was just Siwon, he thought as he leant closer and gently placed a hand on Siwon’s forehead. Perhaps bothering a Christian boy was out of his agenda, Ryeowook thought before capturing Siwon’s lips and he’s similar and nothing was different.
Suddenly Ryeowook was sure he heard Siwon moaning as he felt arms around his waist, making him lose balance and slump down onto Siwon’s chest. “Gege.”
Siwon’s eyes snapped open at the sultry voice, his hands gripping Ryeowook’s upper arms as his face turned from one in ecstasy to one of shock. “Ryeowook? W-What are you doing?”_
Ryeowook pouted. “Gege, how come you don’t pay any attention to me?” He lifted himself up so that he was on all fours and looking down at Siwon. “Can’t you see that I want you?” He almost laughed when he saw the panic that flew across Siwon’s face.
“R-Ryeowook,” started Siwon, “Are you okay?” His eyes flickered over to the door with a mental plea for help.
“Gege, I want you to teach me…do things…” He gently blew over the older boy’s face, making him shudder violently.
“Please…don’t call me that…in that voice…” Siwon squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face away from Ryeowook’s lust-filled eyes.
“Hyung,” purred Ryeowook, running his finger along the side of Siwon’s face and enjoying the older boy squirm. “You know…I’ve always looked up to you…”
Siwon almost cried out when he felt Ryeowook press against him, their growing erections rubbing against each other as the younger boy let his tongue run up along his jaw line tantalizingly slowly. “W-We shouldn’t do this…”
“You know you want it.” Siwon’s breath got caught in his throat when he saw Ryeowook’s dark look through his lashes. “Siwonnie…”
With all his might and the thought of his religion on the line, Siwon broke free of Ryeowook’s spell, dashing towards the door despite his speed being reduced from both a painful erection and sheets getting tangled with his legs. Through much trouble, he lept forward and grasped the doorknob, frantically jiggling it and almost breaking it to get himself out of the sinful room.
“Hyung, that’s not very nice.”
Siwon cast a look behind him to see the ‘eternal magnae’ on all fours, his knees and palms delving into the soft bed, with a sinful look being directed towards him. He bit his lip and momentarily thought twice before leaving the room, only to collide into Hankyung who was taking off his coat. Hankyung looked at Siwon, confused about the boy’s rush and clumsiness but when he saw Ryeowook waltz up to the two with an extra swing to his hips, his mind went blank.
“Ah! Hankyung-gege! You’re back! I’m so glad!” Ryeowook then lay down on the floor next to the couple with his chin propped on his palm and grinned at the bedazzled Chinese man. “Siwon-hyung isn’t being nice.”
Hankyung shot a quick glance and did a double take when he saw the normally composed boy, blushing with something hard being pressed into his thigh. He gaped and wondered what had happened in the room but when he turned back to Ryeowook, everything seemed to click.
“Maybe, you can teach him a lesson? Or better yet, help me instead?” Ryeowook bit his lip and sucked on Hankyung’s finger, his small tongue swirling around the limb as he ignored the two boy’s stunned looks.
Hankyung bit his lip and tried to inch away when he felt his head being grasped and pulled towards a pair of soft pink lips of the youngest of the trio. After the moment of shock wore off, Hankyung’s eyes fluttered closed. Ryeowook took this chance to quickly glance at Siwon, only to find the boy staring at the pair, wide-eyed and slightly agape. He lifted his finger and beckoned Siwon to move closer and much to his amusement, the older boy obeyed immediately.
He traced his finger along the outline of Siwon’s lips and broke his kiss with Hankyung with a gasp when Siwon took two fingers into his mouth, gently sucking and licked the small digits. Ryeowook let out a small laugh and captured Hankyung’s lips again, his tongue running along the bottom lip and surface of the other tongue.
Hankyung couldn’t believe what was happening. It felt like the moment he stepped back into the dorm, the world had turned upside-down. To see Siwon so willing to participate in behaviour that would be blasphemy was a rare sight. Then for Ryeowook to act so…slutty…made his view on how his fellow members worked, fly out of the window.
Siwon, on the other hand, had tossed all his morals out of the window. He had been sucking on Ryeowook’s fingers for a few minutes and he was nearing his breaking point where he would have to restrain the younger boy for him to do some things that weren’t pretty. Just as he made the decision to move forward, he heard a harsh cough come from above the trio. Siwon froze.
Ryeowook slowly opened one of his eyes and stared up at a not-so-happy Kim Heechul. With a sigh, he withdrew his fingers from Siwon’s mouth and pelvis from Hankyung’s and slumped back against the wall, exposing his defined collarbone as if to send Heechul a silent challenge. It was tempting, Heechul had to admit that, but he refrained knowing that there was a larger prize at stake.
Swiftly, Heechul moved toward and grabbed the two remaining boys by the scruff of their collar and literally threw them into the bedroom, not caring if they landed on the large bed or not. He then started to undo his tie (more like rip it apart) and looked down at Ryeowook who remained on the floor.
“I don’t know whether or not to thank you or hate you for turning Siwon to the dark side. You have no idea how resistant he is.” Ryeowook smiled at the comment, feeling slightly happy that he was getting praised. “But know this, if you come near them again, I’ll screw you in the ass so hard that you’ll regret messing with me.”
With a frown, Ryeowook watched Heechul give up on his tie and proceeded to strip off his button up shirt. The younger boy peeped into the bedroom and saw Hankyung massaging Siwon’s strained erection while licking the exposed skin of his toned stomach. Siwon threw his head back and moaned out. __“Hyung, keep the tie on.” Heechul grinned at Siwon and threw his shirt down on Ryeowook’s head to block his vision before he slammed the door close.
Ryeowook grabbed the shirt from his head and glared at the closed door before hitting it and moping on the floor. He tossed the shirt aside and decided to move off onto another member before he kicked the door down to yell at Heechul.
-
Ryeowook walked to the living room only to meet Leeteuk’s frown. “Ryeowook-ah,” the leader ordered him to come and sit at his opposite, “what just had happened?”
Clearly aware they were in a living room with no bit of privacy, that someone could come in and see what they’re doing, Ryeowook shook his head. “Can we get to your room, hyung?” his large brown eyes glanced upon Leeteuk’s, “I need to talk to you, hyung. Alone.”
Leeteuk blinked, aware he could not say no to that pair of eyes. He then took Ryeowook’s hand and brought him to his room. Ryeowook stood still after closing the door until Leeteuk smiled and signalled him to sit on the bed. “Kangin will come back in around one hour. We have time for ourselves ‘kay?” he said, grinning happily when Ryeowook complied to sit next to him. “So,” he continued, “tell me what’s wrong, Wookie-”
He stopped talking when suddenly Ryeowook pulled him into a tight hug. Gently, he patted the younger’s back and held the back of his head before placing a soft kiss on the forehead. “Tell me, Wookie,” he whispered softly, “you know I’m always here for you-”
Leeteuk’s words were abruptly cut off when Ryeowook captured his mouth. He tried to protest and ask what was wrong when in the next split second Ryeowook has shoved him down the bed, straddling him, and definitely not being a certain Wookie he once knew.
“W-Wookie,” Leeteuk moaned in his mouth, still attempting to make sense and to control the situation as he tried to stand up, only to be pushed again onto the bed. Who knew Ryeowook had such strength? Or maybe, the worst case possible: he was just weaker than Ryeowook. He whimpered louder as the younger’s hand went down and started to massage his groin.
“Please hyung,” Ryeowook whispered, locking his eyes with the leader’s, “Let me. Just this once.”
“N-no.” Leeteuk’s protest soon was captured unheard. He gasped when Ryeowook’s other free hand snaked underneath his shirt before pulling the cotton material up. He then felt cold fingers pressing against his chest, leaving fluttering touches along his skin as he gasped at the soft pinches. “R-Ryeo…”
“Shh!” Ryeowook placed his finger on Leeteuk’s lips, effectively quieting the leader, allowing him to put his mouth and hands to better use. As he trailed his free hand down to massage the growing erection that the older boy was developing, Ryeowook let his tongue slide over Leeteuk’s smooth jaw line, down his chin until he was sucking on the Adam’s apple, which bobbed up and down at Leeteuk’s nervousness.
Just as Ryeowook dipped his hands into Leeteuk’s pants, he heard a faint slam of the front door and the two vague shouts of the remaining members on his list. His lip curved upwards into a twisted smile and continued to thoroughly kiss Leeteuk. Unfortunately for Ryeowook, Leeteuk heard the rowdy shouts of Kangin and Shindong and tried to shove the younger boy off him, mustering all the strength he had despite the compromising situation he was in. Luckily, he was able to push the other boy off him, get up and sprint out of the room without falling over his own two feet, slamming the bathroom door behind him.
His pants echoed in the tiled room as he shakily walked over to the mirror. He stared at this relfection, ashamed at how he was easily taken advantage of. He splashed cold water on his face before deciding that he would have to take a cold shower to relieve his aching member. So as he stripped down and let the cold water beat over his back, a distant thought appeared in his mind as to whether or not he locked the door. At the time, the answer didn’t really matter to him as all he had on his mind was getting rid of his erection.
If he was in a more stable mind, he probably would have realised that Ryeowook could have followed him into the shower but of course, Leeteuk wasn’t thinking straight so when he heard the shower door slide open, he immediately assumed it was Kangin, arriving to comfort him.
“Kangin-ah,” whined Leeteuk, feeling arms snake around his waist, “I think there’s something wrong with Ryeowook.”
“There’s nothing wrong with me.”
Leeteuk screamed, loudly. His high pitch voice bounced off the hard walls but was drowned out from the water. He started to shake, thinking that Ryeowook was going to do something terrible to him and try to take over leadership somehow. He started to imagine of all the possible scenerios that could happen at any moment and whimpered in fright. He was so engrossed that he didn’t notice the absence of the arms, nor had he noticed Kangin’s angry yells.
“Ryeowook! What the hell?!” Kangin was furious, he couldn’t think properly but the again, who could when you walked into the bathroom to see someone molesting your boyfriend.
Ryeowook glared at the larger man. He really shouldn’t be surprised at Kangin’s reaction but he had honestly wanted to continue to molest Leeteuk longer. There was a gentle side to the leader that no one else had. “Kangin-ah, you can join us if you want?”
“Why you…” Leeteuk jumped out of the shower and grabbed Kangin’s arms before the male could throw a punch at Ryeowook.
“Ryeowook, I think you should leave. I’ll let whatever you did to me slide this once but-”
Leeteuk’s sentence was never finished as Kangin had him pinned to the glass frame of the shower door, tongue hungrily exploring and mouth kissing Leeteuk possessively.
Ryeowook grimaced in disgust at being left out and quickly threw his clothes on, regardless of his soaking body or the damp clothes. He slammed the door with a loud slam and almost kicked the door in frustration.
-
"Ryeowook-ah, can I talk to you for a second?"
Ryeowook lifted his head as he heard Shindong's muffled voice outside the door; he threw his damp clothes under his bed and pulled on an oversized t-shirt (which he knew wasn't his at all) and opened the door, revealing a quite curious-looking Shindong.
"Yes," he tilted his head a few degree to the left, looking up at his hyung with that pair of wide brown eyes, "what is it, hyung?" He shifted to the left, giving a space for Shindong to walk into the room.
Shindong merely shook his head and signaled him to follow. Ryeowook frowned, perhaps Shindong thought he would do something if it's only they two in his room or perhaps Leeteuk had told Shindong about what had happened (but he doubted it as Kangin was supposed to keep the leader busy... at least for a few hours), nevertheless, he followed Shindong to the balcony. Shindong took a seat and signaled him to do the same.
"So," started Shindong, "I heard you've been... busy, Ryeowook-ah."
He merely smiled. "Did anyone tell you to talk to me about that, hyung?" he asked softly, leaning his body a few degree towards Shindong.
Shindong blinked. "No, no, it's not about that," he replied, breaking the eye contact between them. "I just want to tell you... for you to just be yourself."
Ryeowook frowned. "Am I not being myself, hyung?"
"I notice that you are like..." Shindong stopped and chewed his bottom lips, eyes still avoiding Ryeowook's, as if he wasn't sure whether he should continue or not, "you are imitating Heechul. Or maybe Sungmin, in this case."
"But hyung, I am not-"
"I know it's not about how others see yourself, Ryeowook-ah," Shindong cut in, "but you have to be honest, is this what you really want? Do you want to follow them? Or perhaps you just want them to notice you?" Then slowly, he turned facing Ryeowook and he thought he saw something flashed in the younger's eyes.
"Hyung-"
"Let me finish this," Shindong waved his hand carelessly, "then you can tell me what you think, okay?" Seeing Ryeowook nodded, he smiled and leant back-to-back to the chair again. "Perhaps you think nobody noticed and now they do, but believe me, everything will change."
He then looked straight into Ryeowook's eyes. "What do you think, Ryeowook-ah?"
Ryeowook blinked, being caught off guard. His mind was racing; he was sure that everything he heard was wrong, that he had to say something, but when the words were struck in his throat, he knew he just couldn't deny it.
Shindong stood up and looked at him. "Think about it, okay? Goodnight."
-
Startled, Ryeowook almost jumped onto his feet when he returned to his room, and it took a good three seconds that he realized Sungmin was inside already, laying on his bed, with his eyes staring right at him. Sungmin lips curved into a smirk as he got into sitting position, his eyes never left the other.
All the thoughts he had barely a minute ago disappeared; he smiled back, nervously, and slowly walked straight to Sungmin's direction. "You are sitting on my bed hyung," he said.
"Oh," was all Sungmin said, his gaze still on Ryeowook as if daring him to do something. When Ryeowook continued to remain standing at the foot of his bed, Sungmin let out an irritated sigh and swung his legs over the side of the bed. With his legs on either side of Ryeowook, Sungmin grabbed Ryeowook’s waist from his position and pulled him closer.
Sungmin’s hand formed a curved shape to fit the perfectly with Ryeowook’s soft backside. His fingers massaged the muscle through the layers of fabric, making Ryeowook sigh in comfort. With his other hand, Sungmin lifted the oversized shirt above Ryeowook’s stomach and latched his mouth onto the smooth pearly flesh.
Feeling Sungmin’s skilled tongue dip and swirl around his bellybutton, Ryeowook’s head lolled back and forth, side to side, his mind flying high. His fingers threaded through Sungmin’s hair and massaged his scalp, his talented piano fingers clawing the back of the old boy’s head.
But you have to be honest, is this what you really want? Do you want to follow them? Or perhaps you just want them to notice you?
With a rough push, Sungmin was back on his back, a wicked grin forming on his face as he watched Ryeowook slowly crawl onto the bed with a predatory look in his eyes. His heart started to pound in excitement, sexual ideas and fantasies running through his mind at alarming speed at the thought of what the ‘eternal magnae’ was capable of. He licked his lips in anticipation.
However, totally different thoughts were running through Ryeowook’s mind. ‘Should I do this? Do I really want to do this?’ he asked himself, pausing in his actions.
Seeing his hesitation, Sungmin glared at Ryeowook and sat up, staring directly in his eyes to show how much he wanted this. Ryeowook was surprised with the passion he saw in his eyes and was about to get away from Sungmin when the older boy’s words shook him.
“Ryeowook-ah, what’s wrong? I’ll be sort of sad if you leave me alone. You try your new abilities on everyone except for me! That’s not very fair now, is it?” Sungmin’s warm breathe tickled Ryeowook’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. At Sungmin’s whines and pleads, he felt something in him snap, making him ignore all the restraints he had earlier.
Ryeowook pushed Sungmin back until he was propped up against the wall and leaned forward to give him the kiss that they were both waiting for. He let his tongue slide over his bottom lip before letting their saliva mix. With his knees straddling Sungmin and his left hand holding onto the older boy’s hair with a fierce grip, Ryeowook’s right hand trailed down and dipped into the flannel pants that donned Sungmin.
He grinned into another kiss upon hearing Sungmin’s hitched gasp and let his talented hands do all the work. After all, his fingers weren’t only just talented in playing the piano. He began with soft long strokes of Sungmin’s already hardened member, his pace tantalizingly slow to push Sungmin over the edge.
“W-Wookie-ah!” whined Sungmin, exposing his neck for Ryeowook to attack, leaving behind angry red hickeys. “W-Why so slow?”
With his lips on his neck, Ryeowook grinned and picked up his pace, his hand pumping Sungmin’s length with the occasional flick of his thumb on his slit. He knew that it drove Sungmin crazy when he felt the boy’s hips thrust upwards and the adam’s apple bob up and down. He started to slide down, pulling the flannel pants as he went, until it was just his face facing the thick member in front of him.
Ryeowook’s eyes flickered upwards. “Touch yourself,” he commanded in a voice he never knew he had. He smiled at Sungmin covering his fingers in a thick layer of saliva and fondling his nipples with the occasional pinch and twist. “Good boy.”
He focused his attention back to the hard limb in front of him and attacked it, head first. He engulfed the whole length until he felt the slit against the back of his throat. Ryeowook’s head bobbed up and down, his bottom teeth scraping against the underside as his tongue swirled around the member with the little room he had.
Sungmin’s high pitched moans filled the room as he slid down onto his back. This action made his cock slip out of Ryeowook’s little mouth, causing the older one to moan in frustration. Ryeowook’s laughter joined the moaning as he started to attentively lick the sacks at the base of the member, nibbling and sucking at it to drive screams from Sungmin.
When he decided that enough foreplay was enough, Sungmin looked already thoroughly fucked but Ryeowook didn’t care. He reached into a random side draw to retrieve a tube of lube and flipped Sungmin onto his chest. His own member was extremely hard with precum starting to leak from his tip. He quickly debated upon whether or not to use of a condom but patience just wasn’t on his agenda today.
He coated his member with strawberry lube (‘how appropriate,’ he quickly thought) before he slowly entered into the boy. When the head of his cock was in the petite hole, he paused in his actions to allow for Sungmin to adjust to the size. He never really thought of himself to compare sizes but he always prided himself on being one of the bigger ones in Super Junior, despite his image.
Sungmin’s wiggle of his butt brought Ryeowook back to reality as he saw Sungmin biting onto the pillow and hands grasping the covers until his knuckles whitened. Ryeowook grinned a grin that rivaled Kyuhyun’s and thrust his whole length deep into the boy.
Sungmin gasped out, not expecting the size to be as different to the others he’s had but is soon begging for more as Ryeowook complies immediately. He thrust faster and faster until his hands had to grip onto Sungmin’s waist to steady himself. Somehow, Sungmin ended up on all fours, whimpers and moans leaving his mouth at the rate Ryeowook was pounding into him.
“Ah! Ryeo-” before Sungmin stop himself or warn anyone, he came all over the covers, the hot liquid leaving it’s sticky presence on the bed of the ‘eternal magnae’. It wasn’t long after that that Ryeowook came into the boy, the creamy substance filling the boy.
-
An hour or so later, Ryeowook got up and untangled himself from the blanket covering Sungmin and himself. Carefully he swiftly got out of the bed, making sure he didn't wake up the sleeping figure of the older boy. He took a quick glance on his cell next to the bed and noticed it was still sometime before four a.m., and he left the room, leaving his cell on the original position.
Ryeowook didn't sleep at all that night.
-
Sungmin woke up by loud screaming outside his room. He growled, completely annoyed, and turned around facing the wall while pulling the blanket tighter. Then he realized something was missing; the warm body next to him.
He opened his eyes and jumped out of the bed, taking a wide look across the room, as there was no Ryeowook in sight. And finally he realized the screaming; it was Leeteuk's and Kangin's (and possibly Heechul's). He went out of the room.
Leeteuk was clutching on something that looked like car keys and Kangin was trying to get hold of the older boy whose body language screamed, "You can't drive to save your own life; even his!" and Sungmin just didn't get it.
"Umm," he weakly waved out, "excuse me? What happened...?"
And suddenly Kangin glared at him and Leeteuk blinked.
"Ryeowook's missing," sighed Leeteuk as he shoved Kangin's hand away, "and he left his cell in the room, you didn't wake up when he left?"
Sungmin blinked back; he didn't even notice.
"But it's not even six," argued Kangin, "he'll come back, I know that." And suddenly Leeteuk turned away from Sungmin and stared at Kangin coldly.
"I know that," he said flatly, "but I have to talk to him, something is wrong I can sense it."
"Of course everything is wrong with him!" Kangin yelled back. "He's the one molested you in the bathroom, everything must be wrong with him!"
"Kangin-ah," Leeteuk's lips curved into a twisted smile, "I know him and I know something but not everything is wrong with him, okay? And I'm going to find out." He then pushed Kangin's figure to the side and grabbed Sungmin's hand, implicitly ordering him to follow him. Kangin stared blankly at the two leaving figures while Sungmin threw desperate looks on him.
"And I'm not going to kill Sungmin and myself for sure," and with that, Leeteuk closed the door; car keys on his left hand, Sungmin's hand on his right.
They didn't say anything in the car; Leeteuk kept his eyes to the road on his front and Sungmin looked outside the window. It was still dark, as Sungmin watched the quiet empty street, but somehow along the time, the illuminating streetlights seemed familiar.
Sungmin frowned when Leeteuk stopped the car in front of SM building.
"He's up there," stated Leeteuk flatly, locking their eyes together, "now get him back and call me when you've finished."
-
Ryeowook was humming the nth song he remembered as his fingers were running over the white and black keys, stopping occasionally once and then with a certain thought in his mind. If he wasn’t in those deep thoughts of what’s better to do and what’s the better choice for him, he could have realized the presence of an additional figure in the room, opening and closing the door ever so slowly.
“Wookie-ah?” Ryeowook blinked as the oh-so-familiar voice passed through the headphone he was wearing, and he turned to look at Sungmin’s frown. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re here?”
“I,” slowly Ryeowook took off the headphone, “I need time. To think.”
“About you?” Sungmin’s eyes softened. “Or about us?”
“I don’t know,” Ryeowook chewed his bottom lips. Everything seemed so wrong yet so right at the same time that he even had no slightest idea what he was thinking about right then. “Perhaps I was an idiot.” He looked up and saw that Sungmin didn’t smile.
“You aren’t,” stated Sungmin indifferently. “You are just confused,” he added, like a boy during his puberty, he thought. “But you know, Wookie?” He took a seat next to the younger boy, “you don’t have to act like that to everyone,” he whispered.
Ryeowook’s eyes met his. Sungmin forced a small smile. “You can keep it. Just. To. Us,” he whispered thoughtfully.
Sungmin then leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on Ryeowook’s lips, savoring the taste. He then left a trail of butterfly kisses along his cheek, noticing the vague salty taste of tears, before kissing his forehead lightly. “So, have you decided?”
-
Heechul stared at the boy across from him and wondered why he made the beast that was today. There Ryeowook was, happily sitting there with his bowl of yogurt, using his spoon to add more fruits to it while licking his lips in the most distracting way possible. He watched as the younger boy picked up a lone blueberry and held it to his mouth, his lips just touching the surface. He then let his teeth just pierce the skin, allowing the juices to spill forth.
With a light sucking sound, Ryeowook let his eyes flutter close and suck the juices until the only left was the remains staining his fingers. He hummed approvingly and picked up another berry to repeat sucking. However, Heechul had had enough.
Abruptly, Heechul stood up and glared at the boy below him. “Hyung? What’s wrong?” Ryeowook looked up with his big eyes and slowly licked the juices from his fingers. When Heechul didn’t reply. Ryeowook grinned and offered a strawberry. “Here, have one. It’s nice and sweet.”
As much as Heechul wanted to pay attention to the strawberry, his eyes remained fixated on the pink lips before him. He licked his own lips, debating for a second if he should include Ryeowook into his group of sex friends, when a firm hand clasped on his shoulder.
“Heechul-hyung, I’m surprised that you’re up early! What are you doing here?” Sungmin smiled sweetly and tightened his grip on the shoulder.
Heechul glared at the two boys before sighing with a grin. “Oh what monster have I created?”
Ryeowook beamed. “You haven’t made any monster hyung!” He licked his lips seductively and winked at Leeteuk who had just walked in at the last moment to catch the wink.
Leeteuk merely stood there, his hand on the doorframe, debating whether or not he should ask what had Heechul and Sungmin done to make Ryeowook different but he opted to wandering off back to bed. After all, Kangin was there and wasn’t trying to play with his mind about which member should have what image.
- fin -
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Honestly, we had just watched Sorry Sorry MVs and performances and stalked slutaday then this happened.
I'll come back to edit when I'm not half dead :3
Started: 09.03.09
Finished: 01.05.09