Drabble Dump
Titles: Kyumin times kitchen table equals sex, Senses
Pairings: Kyuhyun/Sungmin, Siwon/Heechul
Ratings: NC-17 because I am a pervert
Notes: I've never really written drabbles too much, so I wanted to give it an honest try :x I really need work on conciseness OTL.
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kyumin times kitchen table equals sex | 713 words | kyuhyun/sungmin
Sungmin's skin is warm, his breath is hot; his hands are soft and his lips even softer. Kyuhyun thinks that there's nothing better than being on the receiving end of all of these attributes of the smaller man, even if he is supposed to be drilling him with math equations, not mapping out his jaw with his tongue or even slipping his fingers teasingly beneath the waistband of the older's jeans. Because Kyuhyun is Sungmin's tutor, not his boyfriend, not his lover; although, from an outsider's perspective, they were possibly both of those things and more.
The books those same elegant, tender fingers had been leafing through lay forgotten on the kitchen table, open and forlorn on the hard wood until Kyuhyun is gathering Sungmin's pliant body and pressing his ass onto the surface, spreading his legs and shifting between them as easily as the tomes fall to the ground when Sungmin's arm flings out to gain purchase on something before Kyuhyun's tongue dancing so loosely and wetly in his mouth renders him a writhing mess.
“You know I'm not paying you to fuck me, Cho,” he says, hoarse, a moan buried somewhere in his chest. Kyuhyun slides those sinful lips of his from Sungmin's lips to his sensitive ear, tonguing the lobe and laughing under his breath. Sungmin finds it impossible to keep that moan caged and lets it sound through the air of his brightly lit kitchen, needily grasping Kyuhyun's torso with clumsy fingers.
Kyuhyun's nails are digging grooves into Sungmin's arm as Sungmin palms the bulging front of his pants, the sensation coupled with the breathy moan leaking into his ear making his thighs and legs and hands shake. “There are some jobs that I'm willing to do for free.”
Sungmin smiles, a shadow in his eyes as a hungry gleam flickers through them. He looks positively ravenous when, slowly and evilly prolonging the painful wait, he pulls down the zipper of Kyuhyun's tightening jeans. “I'm flattered,” he says, smirking. His smugness doesn't last long, however, because Kyuhyun feels like he has given him the upper hand for long enough; he pushes Sungmin's shoulders and suddenly the boy is on his back and his shirt is off.
Kyuhyun hovers over him, the twin of Sungmin's sly expression playing about Kyuhyun's visage. Sungmin barely has a moment of clear thought before his tutor is swooping down and his nipple (the left one, the one Kyuhyun knows is so hyperaware that with even the slightest touch Sungmin would be keening and begging to be fucked) is in his mouth, surrounded by heat and wetness and a tongue circling the nub. “As you should be,” Kyuhyun says around the bud, but all Sungmin can see is pinpricks of blinding light and swarming monsters and indiscernable bursts of color as Kyuhyun sucks and nips at his chest, the hand now winding into his pants and roughly grabbing his arousal making him scream.
“Shh,” Kyuhyun quiets in a whisper against Sungmin's sweaty skin, now licking a trail down to the boy's navel. This elicits the exact reaction Kyuhyun didn't want; Sungmin moans and arches against his neck, arm banging loudly on the table in his blissed-out state.
The possibility of getting caught sends a shock rushing through Kyuhyun, a little-needed adrenaline spike with the way Sungmin's every movement causes friction in all the right places and what with their progressively undressed state as kisses only grow more heated and touches more transient in their haste.
Sungmin is plainly naked, thighs spread open as far as they can go and the head of his cock in Kyuhyun's mouth, when his head falls to the side and his eyes catch a glimpse of the books that had fallen so unceremoniously to the ground, and he remembers that he is definitely going to fail his math mid-term tomorrow.
But then, Kyuhyun's fingers are inside of him, slick and wet, twisting and crooking and finding that spot all too easily, that he decides he doesn't fucking care, and the only thing he hopes as Kyuhyun roughly clamps his fingernails into his waist and sinks his cock into him that his mother doesn't walk in on his math tutor fucking him into the kitchen table.
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senses | 659 words | siwon/heechul
There is little else that excites Siwon's senses more than having Heechul underneath him, blindly clutching Siwon's broad, muscled shoulders as a cry - one of many - rips past his lips, his entire body bucking and shaking and quivering like mad as Siwon fills him, his strokes long and hard and making Heechul want to explode.
Siwon can see the ecstasy written on Heechul's face, a passioned look so unlike his usual impassive veneer that he treasures every instance he gets to see it; thankfully, he gets to see it often. “Fuck, Siwon, fuck me, harder, please, into the mattress until the headboard breaks and god, just fucking harder,” Heechul practically sobs, and even though he makes no sense, Siwon simply groans deep within his chest and tries to make good on Heechul's pleas. His thrusts deepen, his nails are blunt as they engrave imprints into Heechul's waist, and his lips are latching onto Heechul's collarbone, sucking a bruise onto the perfect, dewy skin.
This excites Siwon, makes his heart race wildly and mind clear of any thoughts with actual substance, because every sense has been overwhelmed by Heechul. His eyes, dark and smoky with lust, lock with Heechul's heavily lidded orbs. They slide down to his lips, wet with saliva and, Siwon notes, his own glistening precome - the preceding image of his throbbingly thick cock between Heechul's full lips has him fully leaving Heechul's tight body and spreading his hyung's legs impossibly wider before slamming back into him, ruthless and hard just like Heechul liked it, needed it.
His ears are rewarded with another sobbing moan, and his skin is assaulted by Heechul's sharp, talon-like nails; they run over the expanse of his back, dragging along his moist flesh and eliciting a stinging pain when he touches Heechul's cock and Heechul's fingers clench and the nails break skin.
In a bid to be as fused as possible, Heechul's legs wrap around Siwon's waist, pulling closer and tighter until their hipbones are touching and Siwon is so embedded in him yet Siwon still can't get enough of Heechul's insides pulsing around him and the wet heat surrounding him. He feels Heechul clamping around him, and his end crashes over him with such celerity and little warning as he comes in Heechul, cock still as far up his ass as physically allowed, gasping for air as he slides out and feels his own release dripping down his length and rolling along Heechul's thighs.
“Finish me, Siwon-ah,” Heechul drawls lazily, eyes shut and legs still wide open, cock still hard and breathing still labored.
Siwon smirks before arranging his face between Heechul's legs, and then he's sucking Heechul's penis into his mouth, knowing that if he teased he'd face the consequences later. Instead, he sucks like Heechul is the best fucking thing he's ever tasted - mostly because he is. His skin is salty as Siwon swirls his tongue along the underside, and the head of his cock is filtering a musky taste into Siwon's willing mouth, a taste that Siwon gratefully laps up before sinking his head down as far as he can go.
Heechul is moaning, sucking in greedy but epheremal breaths that whistle between his teeth as he cries out, his cock heavy and hot on Siwon's tongue as he comes, his nails scraping Siwon's head as he almost gags the younger with his load, his mouth almost wrapped around the base of Heechul's softening arousal.
“That felt so good, Siwon-ah,” he sighs in that elated tone that only a good orgasm could bring him, finally relinquishing his hold on Siwon's hair, allowing him to slowly raise his head.
Siwon snorts weakly, thumb slowly wiping a bead of come away from his bottom lip as he sits up, body aching yet rejuvenated from the pure wonders of Heechul. “Feeling good doesn't cover it, Heechul-hyung.”
His senses are shot because of everything Heechul.
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A/N: Hope my first real shot at writing drabbles isn't a complete fail! :x
Pairings: Kyuhyun/Sungmin, Siwon/Heechul
Ratings: NC-17 because I am a pervert
Notes: I've never really written drabbles too much, so I wanted to give it an honest try :x I really need work on conciseness OTL.
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kyumin times kitchen table equals sex | 713 words | kyuhyun/sungmin
Sungmin's skin is warm, his breath is hot; his hands are soft and his lips even softer. Kyuhyun thinks that there's nothing better than being on the receiving end of all of these attributes of the smaller man, even if he is supposed to be drilling him with math equations, not mapping out his jaw with his tongue or even slipping his fingers teasingly beneath the waistband of the older's jeans. Because Kyuhyun is Sungmin's tutor, not his boyfriend, not his lover; although, from an outsider's perspective, they were possibly both of those things and more.
The books those same elegant, tender fingers had been leafing through lay forgotten on the kitchen table, open and forlorn on the hard wood until Kyuhyun is gathering Sungmin's pliant body and pressing his ass onto the surface, spreading his legs and shifting between them as easily as the tomes fall to the ground when Sungmin's arm flings out to gain purchase on something before Kyuhyun's tongue dancing so loosely and wetly in his mouth renders him a writhing mess.
“You know I'm not paying you to fuck me, Cho,” he says, hoarse, a moan buried somewhere in his chest. Kyuhyun slides those sinful lips of his from Sungmin's lips to his sensitive ear, tonguing the lobe and laughing under his breath. Sungmin finds it impossible to keep that moan caged and lets it sound through the air of his brightly lit kitchen, needily grasping Kyuhyun's torso with clumsy fingers.
Kyuhyun's nails are digging grooves into Sungmin's arm as Sungmin palms the bulging front of his pants, the sensation coupled with the breathy moan leaking into his ear making his thighs and legs and hands shake. “There are some jobs that I'm willing to do for free.”
Sungmin smiles, a shadow in his eyes as a hungry gleam flickers through them. He looks positively ravenous when, slowly and evilly prolonging the painful wait, he pulls down the zipper of Kyuhyun's tightening jeans. “I'm flattered,” he says, smirking. His smugness doesn't last long, however, because Kyuhyun feels like he has given him the upper hand for long enough; he pushes Sungmin's shoulders and suddenly the boy is on his back and his shirt is off.
Kyuhyun hovers over him, the twin of Sungmin's sly expression playing about Kyuhyun's visage. Sungmin barely has a moment of clear thought before his tutor is swooping down and his nipple (the left one, the one Kyuhyun knows is so hyperaware that with even the slightest touch Sungmin would be keening and begging to be fucked) is in his mouth, surrounded by heat and wetness and a tongue circling the nub. “As you should be,” Kyuhyun says around the bud, but all Sungmin can see is pinpricks of blinding light and swarming monsters and indiscernable bursts of color as Kyuhyun sucks and nips at his chest, the hand now winding into his pants and roughly grabbing his arousal making him scream.
“Shh,” Kyuhyun quiets in a whisper against Sungmin's sweaty skin, now licking a trail down to the boy's navel. This elicits the exact reaction Kyuhyun didn't want; Sungmin moans and arches against his neck, arm banging loudly on the table in his blissed-out state.
The possibility of getting caught sends a shock rushing through Kyuhyun, a little-needed adrenaline spike with the way Sungmin's every movement causes friction in all the right places and what with their progressively undressed state as kisses only grow more heated and touches more transient in their haste.
Sungmin is plainly naked, thighs spread open as far as they can go and the head of his cock in Kyuhyun's mouth, when his head falls to the side and his eyes catch a glimpse of the books that had fallen so unceremoniously to the ground, and he remembers that he is definitely going to fail his math mid-term tomorrow.
But then, Kyuhyun's fingers are inside of him, slick and wet, twisting and crooking and finding that spot all too easily, that he decides he doesn't fucking care, and the only thing he hopes as Kyuhyun roughly clamps his fingernails into his waist and sinks his cock into him that his mother doesn't walk in on his math tutor fucking him into the kitchen table.
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senses | 659 words | siwon/heechul
There is little else that excites Siwon's senses more than having Heechul underneath him, blindly clutching Siwon's broad, muscled shoulders as a cry - one of many - rips past his lips, his entire body bucking and shaking and quivering like mad as Siwon fills him, his strokes long and hard and making Heechul want to explode.
Siwon can see the ecstasy written on Heechul's face, a passioned look so unlike his usual impassive veneer that he treasures every instance he gets to see it; thankfully, he gets to see it often. “Fuck, Siwon, fuck me, harder, please, into the mattress until the headboard breaks and god, just fucking harder,” Heechul practically sobs, and even though he makes no sense, Siwon simply groans deep within his chest and tries to make good on Heechul's pleas. His thrusts deepen, his nails are blunt as they engrave imprints into Heechul's waist, and his lips are latching onto Heechul's collarbone, sucking a bruise onto the perfect, dewy skin.
This excites Siwon, makes his heart race wildly and mind clear of any thoughts with actual substance, because every sense has been overwhelmed by Heechul. His eyes, dark and smoky with lust, lock with Heechul's heavily lidded orbs. They slide down to his lips, wet with saliva and, Siwon notes, his own glistening precome - the preceding image of his throbbingly thick cock between Heechul's full lips has him fully leaving Heechul's tight body and spreading his hyung's legs impossibly wider before slamming back into him, ruthless and hard just like Heechul liked it, needed it.
His ears are rewarded with another sobbing moan, and his skin is assaulted by Heechul's sharp, talon-like nails; they run over the expanse of his back, dragging along his moist flesh and eliciting a stinging pain when he touches Heechul's cock and Heechul's fingers clench and the nails break skin.
In a bid to be as fused as possible, Heechul's legs wrap around Siwon's waist, pulling closer and tighter until their hipbones are touching and Siwon is so embedded in him yet Siwon still can't get enough of Heechul's insides pulsing around him and the wet heat surrounding him. He feels Heechul clamping around him, and his end crashes over him with such celerity and little warning as he comes in Heechul, cock still as far up his ass as physically allowed, gasping for air as he slides out and feels his own release dripping down his length and rolling along Heechul's thighs.
“Finish me, Siwon-ah,” Heechul drawls lazily, eyes shut and legs still wide open, cock still hard and breathing still labored.
Siwon smirks before arranging his face between Heechul's legs, and then he's sucking Heechul's penis into his mouth, knowing that if he teased he'd face the consequences later. Instead, he sucks like Heechul is the best fucking thing he's ever tasted - mostly because he is. His skin is salty as Siwon swirls his tongue along the underside, and the head of his cock is filtering a musky taste into Siwon's willing mouth, a taste that Siwon gratefully laps up before sinking his head down as far as he can go.
Heechul is moaning, sucking in greedy but epheremal breaths that whistle between his teeth as he cries out, his cock heavy and hot on Siwon's tongue as he comes, his nails scraping Siwon's head as he almost gags the younger with his load, his mouth almost wrapped around the base of Heechul's softening arousal.
“That felt so good, Siwon-ah,” he sighs in that elated tone that only a good orgasm could bring him, finally relinquishing his hold on Siwon's hair, allowing him to slowly raise his head.
Siwon snorts weakly, thumb slowly wiping a bead of come away from his bottom lip as he sits up, body aching yet rejuvenated from the pure wonders of Heechul. “Feeling good doesn't cover it, Heechul-hyung.”
His senses are shot because of everything Heechul.
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A/N: Hope my first real shot at writing drabbles isn't a complete fail! :x