[drabble] why does my smut always turn out this way, 1/1
why does my smut always turn out this way
sungmin/eunhyuk | smut | nc-17
sungmin wants to do well in school and succeed in life. hyukjae just wants to eat something.
“Hyung.” Hyukjae strolls into Sungmin’s room, even though his door was closed and they had previously discussed several times that when his door is closed, it means that he doesn’t want to be bothered. “I’m hungry.”
Sungmin’s busy typing up his paper that’s due next week, not really hungry at all, because they had dinner only a little over an hour ago. “Go find something in the fridge.”
“But all there is in there is the kimchi my grandma made us!”
“Why don’t you eat that, then?”
“Because it’s green.”
His fingers pause over his keyboard for an imperceptible moment. “I don’t think it’s kimchi if it’s green, Hyukjae.”
“It’s moldy kimchi.”
Are you stupid or something? “Then could you throw it out and wash the container? I’m kind of busy right now.”
“I-” Hyukjae sighs. “Okay.” He trudges out of the room and doesn’t even close the door behind him. Sungmin gets up and closes it.
The only advantage to sharing a small apartment with Hyukjae, really, is that it lessens the dent in his wallet when it’s time to pay for tuition. But that’s honestly the only advantage. Hyukjae can’t cook, leaves all of the lights on even when he’s not in the room, falls asleep in front of the television, takes really long showers-he makes living nearly as expensive as living in the dorms at university.
Ten minutes later, Hyukjae opens the door wide open again and stalks into the room. Sungmin focuses his eyes on his laptop screen and pretends not to notice him.
“Hyung, let’s get a midnight snack!”
“It’s not midnight though.”
“Can we go anyway? I’m so hungry I think I might die. And you’re almost done that paper anyway, do it tomorrow or something!” Hyukjae begins to massage Sungmin’s shoulders as a method persuasion. “My treat?”
“You,” Sungmin sighs, spinning around in his chair and looking up at Hyukjae, “are impossible.”
Hyukjae grins, all teeth and smiley gums. “So is that a yes?”
I’d do anything if you always smiled like that. “Nah, I’m tired. I think I’ll sleep.”
Hyukjae’s jaw drops. “Hyung!”
“You should just find some food yourself if you’re really that hungry.”
Hyukjae falls onto his knees in front of him, clasping his hands together. “Please? I don’t want to go by myself.” Sungmin looks at him straight in the eye, wondering when was the optimal time to say yes. He’s not a sadist, but it’s sometimes just fun to mess with Hyukjae.
The younger boy stares up at him for a long time, before hobbling a little closer on his knees. Eyes wide and bottom lip jutted out into a pout. Cute.
“I’ll blow you,” he offers.
Sungmin chokes on himself. “No, it’s fine, I’ll come.”
“No, really! I’ll blow you! Do you think I won’t?”
“I believe you, Hyuk, let’s just go get some food now-” He stops mid-sentence when Hyukjae reaches out and palms his crotch.
Another disadvantage to living with Hyukjae: a waste of sperm.
“I’ll totally blow you, hyung,” Hyukjae says with earnest, twisting his wrist in a way that makes Sungmin’s breath catch. “On second thought, I’d rather blow you than go out to eat.”
Perv. “It’s up to you, really.” He leans back in his seat, feeling himself grow harder when he sees Hyukjae lick his lips. “I think you need to find a hobby.”
“But I already have one.” Hyukjae presses his mouth to the zipper of Sungmin’s jeans, not exactly cute anymore-more like really sexy with sex eyes and just filled to the brim with a lot of sex. “Right here.”
Sungmin helps Hyukjae tug his jeans off by lifting his hips a little, and he shudders when Hyukjae runs the tip of his nose up the underside of his cock, breathing in deeply, the only thing separating the skin-on-skin being his grey briefs. Hyukjae pushes his thighs wider, grinning up at Sungmin. Sungmin’s only half hard right now, but he’s pretty sure Hyukjae can change that in no time.
“Forget about blowing you. I’m going to suck you off through your underwear.”
Yeah, what’s that thing about only being half hard?
Hyukjae runs his tongue along his length, and Sungmin’s head falls back, eyes fluttering shut. This isn’t the first time Hyukjae’s had his mouth anywhere near his cock, but you never quite get used to it. Hyukjae’s hormones come at sporadic and inconvenient times (like right now) and-oh, okay, Sungmin’s never known what it was like to have a tongue work against him while still wearing his underwear.
“Were you actually hungry?” he asks, a little short of breath as he runs his fingers through Hyukjae’s hair. “Or was this all planned ahead of time?”
“I’m flattered if you think I’m actually this devious,” Hyukjae replies easily, nipping light marks onto Sungmin’s inner thighs. “No, things just usually work out this way. You okay with that?”
“I hope my boner is enough of a hint.”
Hyukjae’s grin is devilishly sexy. “I’m going to suck you off so good,” he tells Sungmin. Sungmin can feel his hot breath on his cock through the fabric, and he can’t really think of anything other than Hyukjae’s tongue and mouth and how his lips look when they’re wrapped around him. “And I’m going to make you come so hard that it’ll be all you can think about for a week.”
Hyukjae hardly wastes any time with his mouth; his lips wrap around what they can, his tongue making wide swipes over the head of Sungmin’s cock. His cheeks hollow and Sungmin lets out a broken groan, cheeks flushed with heat. It’s different like this; the sensation is a little numb, but it’s tantalizing, with the fabric separating what he really wants. One of Hyukjae’s hands holds his hips steady, the other reaching down to massage his balls.
And no less than two minutes later-and it’s embarrassing, really-Sungmin’s hips jerk as he grasps his chair tightly, a strangled gasp escaping his lips. He can actually feel Hyukjae smirking around his cock, and he feels his briefs getting even filthier than before. But he twitches from the aftershocks, and even half-heartedly kicks Hyukjae when the younger boy teasingly licks at the oversensitive head.
“Hate you,” he says halfheartedly as Hyukjae rises on his knees until their mouths meet lazily.
“Love you too,” Hyukjae murmurs against his lips, before standing up and pulling a clean pair of briefs from the drawer and tossing them at Sungmin’s face. “Food now?”
He sighs, but smiles. “Okay.”
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- this was for my tumblr friend because she needed motivation to do homework but it was way too filthy for me to post on tumblr so uh yeah
- hi jem i hope this was to your tastes i love you okay, i also love buttsoo but shhh that is a secret
sungmin/eunhyuk | smut | nc-17
sungmin wants to do well in school and succeed in life. hyukjae just wants to eat something.
“Hyung.” Hyukjae strolls into Sungmin’s room, even though his door was closed and they had previously discussed several times that when his door is closed, it means that he doesn’t want to be bothered. “I’m hungry.”
Sungmin’s busy typing up his paper that’s due next week, not really hungry at all, because they had dinner only a little over an hour ago. “Go find something in the fridge.”
“But all there is in there is the kimchi my grandma made us!”
“Why don’t you eat that, then?”
“Because it’s green.”
His fingers pause over his keyboard for an imperceptible moment. “I don’t think it’s kimchi if it’s green, Hyukjae.”
“It’s moldy kimchi.”
Are you stupid or something? “Then could you throw it out and wash the container? I’m kind of busy right now.”
“I-” Hyukjae sighs. “Okay.” He trudges out of the room and doesn’t even close the door behind him. Sungmin gets up and closes it.
The only advantage to sharing a small apartment with Hyukjae, really, is that it lessens the dent in his wallet when it’s time to pay for tuition. But that’s honestly the only advantage. Hyukjae can’t cook, leaves all of the lights on even when he’s not in the room, falls asleep in front of the television, takes really long showers-he makes living nearly as expensive as living in the dorms at university.
Ten minutes later, Hyukjae opens the door wide open again and stalks into the room. Sungmin focuses his eyes on his laptop screen and pretends not to notice him.
“Hyung, let’s get a midnight snack!”
“It’s not midnight though.”
“Can we go anyway? I’m so hungry I think I might die. And you’re almost done that paper anyway, do it tomorrow or something!” Hyukjae begins to massage Sungmin’s shoulders as a method persuasion. “My treat?”
“You,” Sungmin sighs, spinning around in his chair and looking up at Hyukjae, “are impossible.”
Hyukjae grins, all teeth and smiley gums. “So is that a yes?”
I’d do anything if you always smiled like that. “Nah, I’m tired. I think I’ll sleep.”
Hyukjae’s jaw drops. “Hyung!”
“You should just find some food yourself if you’re really that hungry.”
Hyukjae falls onto his knees in front of him, clasping his hands together. “Please? I don’t want to go by myself.” Sungmin looks at him straight in the eye, wondering when was the optimal time to say yes. He’s not a sadist, but it’s sometimes just fun to mess with Hyukjae.
The younger boy stares up at him for a long time, before hobbling a little closer on his knees. Eyes wide and bottom lip jutted out into a pout. Cute.
“I’ll blow you,” he offers.
Sungmin chokes on himself. “No, it’s fine, I’ll come.”
“No, really! I’ll blow you! Do you think I won’t?”
“I believe you, Hyuk, let’s just go get some food now-” He stops mid-sentence when Hyukjae reaches out and palms his crotch.
Another disadvantage to living with Hyukjae: a waste of sperm.
“I’ll totally blow you, hyung,” Hyukjae says with earnest, twisting his wrist in a way that makes Sungmin’s breath catch. “On second thought, I’d rather blow you than go out to eat.”
Perv. “It’s up to you, really.” He leans back in his seat, feeling himself grow harder when he sees Hyukjae lick his lips. “I think you need to find a hobby.”
“But I already have one.” Hyukjae presses his mouth to the zipper of Sungmin’s jeans, not exactly cute anymore-more like really sexy with sex eyes and just filled to the brim with a lot of sex. “Right here.”
Sungmin helps Hyukjae tug his jeans off by lifting his hips a little, and he shudders when Hyukjae runs the tip of his nose up the underside of his cock, breathing in deeply, the only thing separating the skin-on-skin being his grey briefs. Hyukjae pushes his thighs wider, grinning up at Sungmin. Sungmin’s only half hard right now, but he’s pretty sure Hyukjae can change that in no time.
“Forget about blowing you. I’m going to suck you off through your underwear.”
Yeah, what’s that thing about only being half hard?
Hyukjae runs his tongue along his length, and Sungmin’s head falls back, eyes fluttering shut. This isn’t the first time Hyukjae’s had his mouth anywhere near his cock, but you never quite get used to it. Hyukjae’s hormones come at sporadic and inconvenient times (like right now) and-oh, okay, Sungmin’s never known what it was like to have a tongue work against him while still wearing his underwear.
“Were you actually hungry?” he asks, a little short of breath as he runs his fingers through Hyukjae’s hair. “Or was this all planned ahead of time?”
“I’m flattered if you think I’m actually this devious,” Hyukjae replies easily, nipping light marks onto Sungmin’s inner thighs. “No, things just usually work out this way. You okay with that?”
“I hope my boner is enough of a hint.”
Hyukjae’s grin is devilishly sexy. “I’m going to suck you off so good,” he tells Sungmin. Sungmin can feel his hot breath on his cock through the fabric, and he can’t really think of anything other than Hyukjae’s tongue and mouth and how his lips look when they’re wrapped around him. “And I’m going to make you come so hard that it’ll be all you can think about for a week.”
Hyukjae hardly wastes any time with his mouth; his lips wrap around what they can, his tongue making wide swipes over the head of Sungmin’s cock. His cheeks hollow and Sungmin lets out a broken groan, cheeks flushed with heat. It’s different like this; the sensation is a little numb, but it’s tantalizing, with the fabric separating what he really wants. One of Hyukjae’s hands holds his hips steady, the other reaching down to massage his balls.
And no less than two minutes later-and it’s embarrassing, really-Sungmin’s hips jerk as he grasps his chair tightly, a strangled gasp escaping his lips. He can actually feel Hyukjae smirking around his cock, and he feels his briefs getting even filthier than before. But he twitches from the aftershocks, and even half-heartedly kicks Hyukjae when the younger boy teasingly licks at the oversensitive head.
“Hate you,” he says halfheartedly as Hyukjae rises on his knees until their mouths meet lazily.
“Love you too,” Hyukjae murmurs against his lips, before standing up and pulling a clean pair of briefs from the drawer and tossing them at Sungmin’s face. “Food now?”
He sighs, but smiles. “Okay.”
- - -
- this was for my tumblr friend because she needed motivation to do homework but it was way too filthy for me to post on tumblr so uh yeah
- hi jem i hope this was to your tastes i love you okay, i also love buttsoo but shhh that is a secret