[Hard Times] Kyumin~
Title: Hard Times
Pairing: Kyumin, ninja!YeWook
Genre: SoftSmut, (Lame!)Humour, Crack
Rating: R
Summary: Sungmin claims he can't attend dance practice, and has his wish granted. Either way, his life sucks from the painful numbness to the weird looks the other members shoot him.
A/N: I'm not being normal. This was suppose to be romance, then angst, before it turned into a smut piece, then it took a dive into lame!humour. The title brings back detested memories of highschool when I had to read Dickens. YUCK. Yeah this is all over the place, just like my AN. :O Comments are <3'd.
“I should just hang a sign around your neck and tell people to back off.” Kyuhyun joked as he pulled Sungmin into a hug. Their bodies snuggled comfortably together under Sungmin’s pink quilt. Their legs twined together as their feet fought a miniature war for dominance.
“Ew! No, why would you do that.” Sungmin pushed Kyuhyun away from him as he rolled over on his bed.
“Because you’re mine.” Kyuhyun’s voice dribbled into his ear as his arms snaked around Sungmin’s body, pulling him closer.
“I am not yours.” Sungmin flicked his head, accidentally hitting the magnae on the chin. Both of them whelped in pain at the sudden impact. “Kyuuu, move your head, it’s too big.”
Sungmin felt some shifting behind him before Kyuhyun suddenly wrapped his legs around his own, forcefully (and successfully) pinning them down.
“Kyu, what are you.” Sungmin began to protest when Kyuhyun forcefully spread his legs apart. “Kyu, it hurts!!”
“Shhhh.” Kyuhyun, with his stronger body, flipped them around so that Sungmin was lying right on top of himself. “It’ll get better if you stop wiggling around.”
Sungmin blushed when he realized something hard pressing against his lower body. He knew it wasn’t a cell phone before he laughed at his own pathetic attempt at humour.
“There we go.” Kyuhyun whispered into his ear when the invasive appendage pulsed again, harder and rhythmically regular. “This isn’t so bad, now is it?”
Sungmin opened his mouth to protest, because he was used to protesting against whatever Kyuhyun said anyway, but their position was slightly awkward and uncomfortable. That was before Kyuhyun placed two gentle kisses on Sungmin’s neck.
“I’ll take that groan as a no.” Sungmin felt Kyuhyun smirk, but frankly he could care less. Instinctively his arms wrapped behind and grabbed the back of the magnae’s head, pushing it forward for more contact.
His pair of hands wandered down Sungmin’s body, and normally he would have protested because it was one in the morning and they had schedules tomorrow morning. Tonight he couldn’t bother as Kyuhyun wrapped his long slender fingers around his rigid length, giving it a squeeze before the hand rocked it up and down. It had been a while since the last time they had some sort of sexual excitement.
“Kyuuu…” Sungmin moaned into his lips when their mouths tangled together. Sungmin led the kiss, partially because he was usually the dominant one during kissing (although the roles usually switched soon after), partially because Kyuhyun was placing more interest on another aspect of their love making.
“You like this, don’t you, Sungmin.” Kyuhyun’s husky voice amplified the sharp tingling feelings Sungmin felt raging from his crotch. His skin was on fire as his legs made feeble attempts to kick off the quilt that trapped their body heat.
“Well, tell me you like this.” Kyuhyun almost sounded bored before Sungmin whimpered a few pleading whims to rub him faster. A few more kicks later, the quilt slid off the bed, exposing their still clothed bodies to the cool night air. If any one of the members walked in, Ryeowook being most likely, to ask them if they wanted any midnight snack before he went to bed, they would be scarred and scared by their awkward placement.
To say the least, Sungmin was lying on top of Kyuhyun, his face contorted with pleasure, both his arms cradling Kyuhyun’s neck as they stole a wet kiss every so often. Kyhuhyun had both his legs pinning down Sungmin’s two limbs as the younger stroked the elder to orgasm.
Sungmin had no idea how long had passed before he felt the familiar, building sensation gather at his crotch. Kyuhyun’s hand continued speeding along his length as he pumped the exploding excitement out of Sungmin.
“I’m coming, Kyuhyun-ah.” Sungmin bit down hard on his lip. He had thought he would have been able to hold it in, to prolong the experience, to maybe turn the tables around and have Kyuhyun wriggling helplessly in his control. But Kyuhyun, it was always his fault, chose to speed up at that moment and drove Sungmin past the point.
When Kyuhyun retracted his hand, the come glistened on his fingers as he brought it to Sungmin, who eagerly took the sticky substance into his mouth. Two seconds later, Kyuhyun joined him and the two fought for their midnight snack before they fell asleep.
The morning after, Leeteuk’s high pitched scream, Ryeowook’s girly squeal and two dull thuds woke up the two boys.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!” Leeteuk screamed before he walked turned into a wall and fell flat on the ground. Ryeowook, who had squealed on impulse, fainted and fell backwards onto Siwon, who accidentally took a step back when he saw a flash of black come at him (he thought it was something unholy). That meant Ryeowook was also lying on the ground.
“YOU PERVERT!” Sungmin screamed and jumped off of Kyuhyun, the magnae’s hands somehow wandered into his personal space. His right hand was inside his pants, cupping his crotch, and his left hand snaked up his body towards his right nipple.
Sungmin slapped Kyuhyun across the face, making sure Kangin and Hankyung saw the impact before he ran out of the room, tears flowing freely down his face. Sungmin knew how to pull on a decent act, why else would he be casted in musicals.
Bold decisions brought forth bolder consequences. Sungmin learned that the hard way. (Kyuhyun did too, Sungmin decided, so it wasn’t all that bad. That was before he realized he was fabricating lies to make himself feel better).
“KYUHYUUNNN. STOP. STOP PLEASE.” Sungmin screamed in pain as Kyuhyun shot him a smirk before continuing with his earlier actions.
“You know,” There was a faint bitterness in his voice. “You actually are much stronger than you appear. That slap this morning, it hurt.” The bitterness dissolved when sadness overtook his words. Sungmin didn't catch that.
“What if I intended harder, but I held back for you.” Sungmin cockily replied before he bit his tongue in regret. The pain amplified when Kyuhyun bounced on his body.
“Let’s see how much you enjoy letting your boyfriend sleep on top of you.” Kyuhyun smiled as he grabbed the blanket and covered the both of them. “Goodnight, hyung.”
Sungmin thrashed his hands and was responded by a painful feeling of constraint. He had already forgotten about the rope that neatly connected his hands to the crook in the headboard. Letting out a not so soft groan (which Ryeowook took it as a moan of pleasure as he sobbed uncontrollably in the next room. Yesung secretly thanked Sungmin when he cradled Ryeowook to sleep.), Sungmin bitched at Kyuhyun all night as the magnae enjoyed sleeping on top of his boyfriend for a change.
Sungmin woke up all sore the next morning, his limbs excruciatingly numb after being denied movement for a whole 6 hours. He begged and begged the managers to let him off dance practice, which they surprisingly approved of before dismissing him to a whole day of rest.
Sungmin swore the managers whispered something about Kyuhyun fucking Sungmin senseless just as he was about to close the door. Sheesh, managers these days were sometimes worse than idols and the media put together. His favourite manager, well the manager that usually favoured him, the manager that looked out for him, even went as far as saying how Kyuhyun probably does that all the time and he’s not one bit surprised that Sungmin couldn’t dance. Fuck, his life sucked, and it was all because of one non-so-intentional slap on the face.
Pairing: Kyumin, ninja!YeWook
Genre: SoftSmut, (Lame!)Humour, Crack
Rating: R
Summary: Sungmin claims he can't attend dance practice, and has his wish granted. Either way, his life sucks from the painful numbness to the weird looks the other members shoot him.
A/N: I'm not being normal. This was suppose to be romance, then angst, before it turned into a smut piece, then it took a dive into lame!humour. The title brings back detested memories of highschool when I had to read Dickens. YUCK. Yeah this is all over the place, just like my AN. :O Comments are <3'd.
“I should just hang a sign around your neck and tell people to back off.” Kyuhyun joked as he pulled Sungmin into a hug. Their bodies snuggled comfortably together under Sungmin’s pink quilt. Their legs twined together as their feet fought a miniature war for dominance.
“Ew! No, why would you do that.” Sungmin pushed Kyuhyun away from him as he rolled over on his bed.
“Because you’re mine.” Kyuhyun’s voice dribbled into his ear as his arms snaked around Sungmin’s body, pulling him closer.
“I am not yours.” Sungmin flicked his head, accidentally hitting the magnae on the chin. Both of them whelped in pain at the sudden impact. “Kyuuu, move your head, it’s too big.”
Sungmin felt some shifting behind him before Kyuhyun suddenly wrapped his legs around his own, forcefully (and successfully) pinning them down.
“Kyu, what are you.” Sungmin began to protest when Kyuhyun forcefully spread his legs apart. “Kyu, it hurts!!”
“Shhhh.” Kyuhyun, with his stronger body, flipped them around so that Sungmin was lying right on top of himself. “It’ll get better if you stop wiggling around.”
Sungmin blushed when he realized something hard pressing against his lower body. He knew it wasn’t a cell phone before he laughed at his own pathetic attempt at humour.
“There we go.” Kyuhyun whispered into his ear when the invasive appendage pulsed again, harder and rhythmically regular. “This isn’t so bad, now is it?”
Sungmin opened his mouth to protest, because he was used to protesting against whatever Kyuhyun said anyway, but their position was slightly awkward and uncomfortable. That was before Kyuhyun placed two gentle kisses on Sungmin’s neck.
“I’ll take that groan as a no.” Sungmin felt Kyuhyun smirk, but frankly he could care less. Instinctively his arms wrapped behind and grabbed the back of the magnae’s head, pushing it forward for more contact.
His pair of hands wandered down Sungmin’s body, and normally he would have protested because it was one in the morning and they had schedules tomorrow morning. Tonight he couldn’t bother as Kyuhyun wrapped his long slender fingers around his rigid length, giving it a squeeze before the hand rocked it up and down. It had been a while since the last time they had some sort of sexual excitement.
“Kyuuu…” Sungmin moaned into his lips when their mouths tangled together. Sungmin led the kiss, partially because he was usually the dominant one during kissing (although the roles usually switched soon after), partially because Kyuhyun was placing more interest on another aspect of their love making.
“You like this, don’t you, Sungmin.” Kyuhyun’s husky voice amplified the sharp tingling feelings Sungmin felt raging from his crotch. His skin was on fire as his legs made feeble attempts to kick off the quilt that trapped their body heat.
“Well, tell me you like this.” Kyuhyun almost sounded bored before Sungmin whimpered a few pleading whims to rub him faster. A few more kicks later, the quilt slid off the bed, exposing their still clothed bodies to the cool night air. If any one of the members walked in, Ryeowook being most likely, to ask them if they wanted any midnight snack before he went to bed, they would be scarred and scared by their awkward placement.
To say the least, Sungmin was lying on top of Kyuhyun, his face contorted with pleasure, both his arms cradling Kyuhyun’s neck as they stole a wet kiss every so often. Kyhuhyun had both his legs pinning down Sungmin’s two limbs as the younger stroked the elder to orgasm.
Sungmin had no idea how long had passed before he felt the familiar, building sensation gather at his crotch. Kyuhyun’s hand continued speeding along his length as he pumped the exploding excitement out of Sungmin.
“I’m coming, Kyuhyun-ah.” Sungmin bit down hard on his lip. He had thought he would have been able to hold it in, to prolong the experience, to maybe turn the tables around and have Kyuhyun wriggling helplessly in his control. But Kyuhyun, it was always his fault, chose to speed up at that moment and drove Sungmin past the point.
When Kyuhyun retracted his hand, the come glistened on his fingers as he brought it to Sungmin, who eagerly took the sticky substance into his mouth. Two seconds later, Kyuhyun joined him and the two fought for their midnight snack before they fell asleep.
The morning after, Leeteuk’s high pitched scream, Ryeowook’s girly squeal and two dull thuds woke up the two boys.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!” Leeteuk screamed before he walked turned into a wall and fell flat on the ground. Ryeowook, who had squealed on impulse, fainted and fell backwards onto Siwon, who accidentally took a step back when he saw a flash of black come at him (he thought it was something unholy). That meant Ryeowook was also lying on the ground.
“YOU PERVERT!” Sungmin screamed and jumped off of Kyuhyun, the magnae’s hands somehow wandered into his personal space. His right hand was inside his pants, cupping his crotch, and his left hand snaked up his body towards his right nipple.
Sungmin slapped Kyuhyun across the face, making sure Kangin and Hankyung saw the impact before he ran out of the room, tears flowing freely down his face. Sungmin knew how to pull on a decent act, why else would he be casted in musicals.
Bold decisions brought forth bolder consequences. Sungmin learned that the hard way. (Kyuhyun did too, Sungmin decided, so it wasn’t all that bad. That was before he realized he was fabricating lies to make himself feel better).
“KYUHYUUNNN. STOP. STOP PLEASE.” Sungmin screamed in pain as Kyuhyun shot him a smirk before continuing with his earlier actions.
“You know,” There was a faint bitterness in his voice. “You actually are much stronger than you appear. That slap this morning, it hurt.” The bitterness dissolved when sadness overtook his words. Sungmin didn't catch that.
“What if I intended harder, but I held back for you.” Sungmin cockily replied before he bit his tongue in regret. The pain amplified when Kyuhyun bounced on his body.
“Let’s see how much you enjoy letting your boyfriend sleep on top of you.” Kyuhyun smiled as he grabbed the blanket and covered the both of them. “Goodnight, hyung.”
Sungmin thrashed his hands and was responded by a painful feeling of constraint. He had already forgotten about the rope that neatly connected his hands to the crook in the headboard. Letting out a not so soft groan (which Ryeowook took it as a moan of pleasure as he sobbed uncontrollably in the next room. Yesung secretly thanked Sungmin when he cradled Ryeowook to sleep.), Sungmin bitched at Kyuhyun all night as the magnae enjoyed sleeping on top of his boyfriend for a change.
Sungmin woke up all sore the next morning, his limbs excruciatingly numb after being denied movement for a whole 6 hours. He begged and begged the managers to let him off dance practice, which they surprisingly approved of before dismissing him to a whole day of rest.
Sungmin swore the managers whispered something about Kyuhyun fucking Sungmin senseless just as he was about to close the door. Sheesh, managers these days were sometimes worse than idols and the media put together. His favourite manager, well the manager that usually favoured him, the manager that looked out for him, even went as far as saying how Kyuhyun probably does that all the time and he’s not one bit surprised that Sungmin couldn’t dance. Fuck, his life sucked, and it was all because of one non-so-intentional slap on the face.