Shiny Black Shoes
Shiny Black Shoes
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HaeHyuk
Summary: Hyukjae wants to please Donghae and almost fails.
Warnings: Poorly written smut. Pretty explicit.
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Hyukjae focused on the sheer black fabric that wrapped around his figure intently. He twisted his body in front of the mirror, carefully examining his body. The baby doll flowed down his torso, only to make an abrupt stop barely under his ass. The lace stockings went from mid-thigh down to his feet, which were adorned with a shiny pair of black leather pumps.
He brought his gaze back up to his face. Hyukjae had tried to style his hair in a fashionable way, but gave up after several minutes of playing war with his hair and instead lined his eyes with black kohl and smeared pinkish lip-gloss on his lips. He licked his lips experimentally, liking the strawberry flavor though the aftertaste revolted him. He played with the black ribbon on his neck nervously, twisting it from right to left looking for its’ best angle.
He looked ridiculous.
His shoulders were too straight and his back, which he turned around to examine, was impossibly wide compared to the slim straps of the dress. The black panties that came with the ensemble were visible underneath the thin fabric and his face was simply horrific.
It was probably Donghae’s worst nightmare come true.
Hyukjae sighed and stared at his unsatisfactory reflection mournfully. He had wanted to do something special for his boyfriend, but he would probably scare the hell out of him at this rate. Hyukjae pouted as he touched the bare strip of skin between the baby doll and the stockings. He had shaved all the way down to his toes and took an extra hour bathing for this event. Defeated, he bent down to take off the black pumps, which threatened to cut off any circulation in his feet. That was one thing he would not miss, despite the remorse he felt of a night wasted. Besides, he didn’t necessarily have to dress up in order to have a good time with Donghae. They could spend the night chatting or playing video games like they always did, which would eventually lead to sex anyway.
He began to slip off the other shoe when he heard Donghae call his name on the other side of the door, his voice sounding ominous compared to its usual sweetness in the present circumstances. Alarmed, Hyukjae frantically searched the room, finding the closet to be a sufficient hide out and threw himself in there as his boyfriend burst into the room, slamming the door behind him.
“Hyukie! What are you hiding from me?” Donghae sounded cheerful, as if amused by the turn of events.
“Nothing,” Hyukjae yelled back, cursing under his breath as the zipper on the dress refused to budge. Was he getting fat?
“Liar. What are you hiding from your lovable boyfriend?”
“I said nothing!”
“Then why are you in the closet?” the younger man’s voice was starting to lose its’ sweetness.
“I just need to change!” Hyukjae didn’t feel as bad about that one, it wasn’t really a lie anyway.
“Really.”
Hyukjae winced; he could hear the displeasure in Donghae’s voice, now only thinly coated with a fake sweetness. He ignored Donghae’s last words and focused on yanking the zipper down instead.
“Hyukjae, whose shoe is this?”
His hands stopped their futile attempts of undoing the zipper. Donghae’s voice sounded a lot closer than before and the fake sweetness had completely vanished.
His lover continued after a short pause, “You wouldn’t happen to be hiding a lady in there would you? That’s bad for our reputation, you know?”
Donghae’s voice was approaching the closet at an indeterminable rate. Hyukjae felt shivers run down his spine as he heard footsteps come closer to his hiding place, pressing himself into the clothes as if they could offer him refuge from Donghae's wrath. The footsteps stopped and he could feel Donghae’s rage permeate through the closet door.
“Don’t open the door!” Hyukjae screamed, making a last ditch effort to save himself from his inevitable humiliation.
He shut his eyes as he heard the closet door slam into the wall, not wanting to see Donghae’s mad face that would certainly be followed by disgust. Frightened, he pulled his legs closer to his body in a vain attempt to escape his lover’s scrutiny.
The silence that followed seemed loud compared to the slamming of the door, and it scared him. He couldn’t find it himself to meet Donghae’s intense gaze. Hyukjae flinched as he felt his shoe that he had previously taken off slip itself on his foot. Shocked by the turn of events, he opened his eyes tentatively only to meet his lover’s intense eyes.
“Is this what you were hiding from me?” Donghae ran his hand up Hyukjae’s thigh, letting his fingers carress the stocking covered apendage and rubbing the small strip of bare skin above the stocking before brushing his fingers across the elder’s crotch finally coming down to the knee. His other hand was playing with Hyukjae’s hair, lightly pulling on the black ribbon when it wandered near the sliky cloth.
The older boy barely nodded and focused his eyes on Donghae’s hand. His gaze followed his lover’s motions as he rubbed his leg casually while letting his other hand travel from his hair to his face and back. Hyukjae felt the need to respond to his lover’s caresses, but his arms remained limp by his sides, his mind unable to process anything until he felt his lover kissing him softly, prompting Hyukjae to close his eyes and find the power to respond to his lover’s touches.
He gasped when Donghae suddenly pulled his hair backwards roughly, ripping his lips away from Donghae’s. He looked as his lover inquisitively, imploringly, immediately missing the warmth of the other. His only reply was a fiery gaze that evoked a burst of love and lust from him. He reached towards Donghae’s neck, wanting more of his lover, but was pushed away and pressed into the floor.
“How dare you,” a kiss on the corner of his lips, and another behind his ear, “try to hide this,” a sharp bite at the junction between his neck and shoulder, causing Hyukjae to yelp, “from me?”
Donghae punctuated his words by smashing his lips into Hyukjae’s, loving the way his older lover wrapped his arms around his neck in an attempt to bring him closer. He ran his hands across Hyukjae’s chest, pinching his nipples between his fingers, allowing the fabric to give his ministrations a different texture. He brushed his thumbs over the hardening nubs, alternatively rolling them in a way that drove Hyukjae insane. Donghae brought his lips down to his lover’s collarbone simultaneously, marking it with reddish marks that contrasted with the pale skin surrounding it. His hands moved from Hyukjae’s chest to tickle the underside of his legs softly, deliberately ignoring Hyukjae’s whines as he avoided the area of his lover's body that he knew craved for his attention. The older man replied to his defiant act by wrapping his legs around Donghae's waist and thrusting his hips upwards as his hands clutched the Donghae’s shirt, forcing the younger closer to him.
Donghae smirked before sliding his hands under Hyukjae’s ass and lifting the lighter boy up with him, walking the short distance beteween the closet and the bed before throwing him on the bed as gently as he could care to do so. He crawled over his lover, taking the chance to admire his work. Hyukjae’s lips were reddish and his eyeliner was artfully smeared, making his eyes look smoky. The ribbon had been loosened, but was still tight enough to enunciate the slimness of Hyukjae’s neck. The dress straps had fallen off his shoulders, allowing for more cleavage than before. His legs were spread wide open, letting his black panties show to all who cared to look. The panties themselves were stretched by the elder’s erection, which was leaking with precum. Donghae licked his lips.
Hyukjae looked edible.
Donghae put his hand over Hyukjae’s lips, allowing the other to slip his fingers between his bruised lips. Donghae enjoyed the view of the dancer sucking delicately on his fingers and watched, fascinated by the sight of Hyukjae’s lips working magic on his finger, licking and at times biting softly on the digits. He withdrew his hand from Hyukjae’s lips slowly and reached under his boyfriend’s dress to pull down the black panties. Once he had successfully moved the obstruction out of the way, Donghae slowly pressed his finger into his lover’s entrance, causing Hyukjae to moan loudly and spread his legs wider. He fit in the second finger quickly, forcing Hyukjae to accept the intrusion. He moved his fingers apart, stretching his lover’s entrance wider while watching the older man’s face contort with a slight twinge of pain and pleasure. He sought out his lover’s prostrate, listening for Hyukjae’s moans to indicate if he found the gland. He let his fingers tease the gland, adoring the noises and the response it elicited from Hyukjae.
As much he loved playing with his lover’s body, Donghae’s own erection was threatening to burst. He withdrew his hand from Hyukjae, causing his lover to sigh mournfully to take off his own clothes. Once he had removed his boxers, Donghae pulled the nightstand open and opened the lube, pouring a generous amount on his hand. He hissed as the cool liquid touched his burning flesh, but lathered the slippery substance on his cock. Feeling adequately prepared, he grabbed his lover’s hips positioned himself at Hyukjae’s entrance. Donghae kissed Hyukjae, letting his desperation show through his lips, as he pushed in, swallowing his lover’s moan.
He reveled in the heat that was Hyukjae, feeling as if he could cum just by being inside of his lover. Carefully, he pulled out slowly, letting Hyukjae feel every vein protruding from his engorged flesh, before slamming back inside making the dance moan so loudly, it might’ve been a scream. Donghae thrust into Hyukjae quickly, setting a hard and fast pace that he knew Hyukjae loved. He kissed his writhing lover, dropping his lips all over Hyukjae’s skin and let his body control his actions.
After what seemed like a short eternity, Hyukjae came loudly, spraying his seed on his dress and Donghae’s stomach. His muscles clenched around Donghae’s erection, prompting him to come shortly after. Donghae kept thrusting into Hyukjae, riding out his orgasm.
Donghae collapsed on top of Hyukjae after pulling out. He tiredly kissed the older man and brought Hyukjae closer to him by wrapping his arm around his waist. Donghae took in the sight of Hyukjae’s ravished body again before dropping another kiss on top of his forehead.
Donghae kissed Hyukjae behind the ear and whispered into it harshly,
"Don't ever think about hiding from me again."
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HaeHyuk
Summary: Hyukjae wants to please Donghae and almost fails.
Warnings: Poorly written smut. Pretty explicit.
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Hyukjae focused on the sheer black fabric that wrapped around his figure intently. He twisted his body in front of the mirror, carefully examining his body. The baby doll flowed down his torso, only to make an abrupt stop barely under his ass. The lace stockings went from mid-thigh down to his feet, which were adorned with a shiny pair of black leather pumps.
He brought his gaze back up to his face. Hyukjae had tried to style his hair in a fashionable way, but gave up after several minutes of playing war with his hair and instead lined his eyes with black kohl and smeared pinkish lip-gloss on his lips. He licked his lips experimentally, liking the strawberry flavor though the aftertaste revolted him. He played with the black ribbon on his neck nervously, twisting it from right to left looking for its’ best angle.
He looked ridiculous.
His shoulders were too straight and his back, which he turned around to examine, was impossibly wide compared to the slim straps of the dress. The black panties that came with the ensemble were visible underneath the thin fabric and his face was simply horrific.
It was probably Donghae’s worst nightmare come true.
Hyukjae sighed and stared at his unsatisfactory reflection mournfully. He had wanted to do something special for his boyfriend, but he would probably scare the hell out of him at this rate. Hyukjae pouted as he touched the bare strip of skin between the baby doll and the stockings. He had shaved all the way down to his toes and took an extra hour bathing for this event. Defeated, he bent down to take off the black pumps, which threatened to cut off any circulation in his feet. That was one thing he would not miss, despite the remorse he felt of a night wasted. Besides, he didn’t necessarily have to dress up in order to have a good time with Donghae. They could spend the night chatting or playing video games like they always did, which would eventually lead to sex anyway.
He began to slip off the other shoe when he heard Donghae call his name on the other side of the door, his voice sounding ominous compared to its usual sweetness in the present circumstances. Alarmed, Hyukjae frantically searched the room, finding the closet to be a sufficient hide out and threw himself in there as his boyfriend burst into the room, slamming the door behind him.
“Hyukie! What are you hiding from me?” Donghae sounded cheerful, as if amused by the turn of events.
“Nothing,” Hyukjae yelled back, cursing under his breath as the zipper on the dress refused to budge. Was he getting fat?
“Liar. What are you hiding from your lovable boyfriend?”
“I said nothing!”
“Then why are you in the closet?” the younger man’s voice was starting to lose its’ sweetness.
“I just need to change!” Hyukjae didn’t feel as bad about that one, it wasn’t really a lie anyway.
“Really.”
Hyukjae winced; he could hear the displeasure in Donghae’s voice, now only thinly coated with a fake sweetness. He ignored Donghae’s last words and focused on yanking the zipper down instead.
“Hyukjae, whose shoe is this?”
His hands stopped their futile attempts of undoing the zipper. Donghae’s voice sounded a lot closer than before and the fake sweetness had completely vanished.
His lover continued after a short pause, “You wouldn’t happen to be hiding a lady in there would you? That’s bad for our reputation, you know?”
Donghae’s voice was approaching the closet at an indeterminable rate. Hyukjae felt shivers run down his spine as he heard footsteps come closer to his hiding place, pressing himself into the clothes as if they could offer him refuge from Donghae's wrath. The footsteps stopped and he could feel Donghae’s rage permeate through the closet door.
“Don’t open the door!” Hyukjae screamed, making a last ditch effort to save himself from his inevitable humiliation.
He shut his eyes as he heard the closet door slam into the wall, not wanting to see Donghae’s mad face that would certainly be followed by disgust. Frightened, he pulled his legs closer to his body in a vain attempt to escape his lover’s scrutiny.
The silence that followed seemed loud compared to the slamming of the door, and it scared him. He couldn’t find it himself to meet Donghae’s intense gaze. Hyukjae flinched as he felt his shoe that he had previously taken off slip itself on his foot. Shocked by the turn of events, he opened his eyes tentatively only to meet his lover’s intense eyes.
“Is this what you were hiding from me?” Donghae ran his hand up Hyukjae’s thigh, letting his fingers carress the stocking covered apendage and rubbing the small strip of bare skin above the stocking before brushing his fingers across the elder’s crotch finally coming down to the knee. His other hand was playing with Hyukjae’s hair, lightly pulling on the black ribbon when it wandered near the sliky cloth.
The older boy barely nodded and focused his eyes on Donghae’s hand. His gaze followed his lover’s motions as he rubbed his leg casually while letting his other hand travel from his hair to his face and back. Hyukjae felt the need to respond to his lover’s caresses, but his arms remained limp by his sides, his mind unable to process anything until he felt his lover kissing him softly, prompting Hyukjae to close his eyes and find the power to respond to his lover’s touches.
He gasped when Donghae suddenly pulled his hair backwards roughly, ripping his lips away from Donghae’s. He looked as his lover inquisitively, imploringly, immediately missing the warmth of the other. His only reply was a fiery gaze that evoked a burst of love and lust from him. He reached towards Donghae’s neck, wanting more of his lover, but was pushed away and pressed into the floor.
“How dare you,” a kiss on the corner of his lips, and another behind his ear, “try to hide this,” a sharp bite at the junction between his neck and shoulder, causing Hyukjae to yelp, “from me?”
Donghae punctuated his words by smashing his lips into Hyukjae’s, loving the way his older lover wrapped his arms around his neck in an attempt to bring him closer. He ran his hands across Hyukjae’s chest, pinching his nipples between his fingers, allowing the fabric to give his ministrations a different texture. He brushed his thumbs over the hardening nubs, alternatively rolling them in a way that drove Hyukjae insane. Donghae brought his lips down to his lover’s collarbone simultaneously, marking it with reddish marks that contrasted with the pale skin surrounding it. His hands moved from Hyukjae’s chest to tickle the underside of his legs softly, deliberately ignoring Hyukjae’s whines as he avoided the area of his lover's body that he knew craved for his attention. The older man replied to his defiant act by wrapping his legs around Donghae's waist and thrusting his hips upwards as his hands clutched the Donghae’s shirt, forcing the younger closer to him.
Donghae smirked before sliding his hands under Hyukjae’s ass and lifting the lighter boy up with him, walking the short distance beteween the closet and the bed before throwing him on the bed as gently as he could care to do so. He crawled over his lover, taking the chance to admire his work. Hyukjae’s lips were reddish and his eyeliner was artfully smeared, making his eyes look smoky. The ribbon had been loosened, but was still tight enough to enunciate the slimness of Hyukjae’s neck. The dress straps had fallen off his shoulders, allowing for more cleavage than before. His legs were spread wide open, letting his black panties show to all who cared to look. The panties themselves were stretched by the elder’s erection, which was leaking with precum. Donghae licked his lips.
Hyukjae looked edible.
Donghae put his hand over Hyukjae’s lips, allowing the other to slip his fingers between his bruised lips. Donghae enjoyed the view of the dancer sucking delicately on his fingers and watched, fascinated by the sight of Hyukjae’s lips working magic on his finger, licking and at times biting softly on the digits. He withdrew his hand from Hyukjae’s lips slowly and reached under his boyfriend’s dress to pull down the black panties. Once he had successfully moved the obstruction out of the way, Donghae slowly pressed his finger into his lover’s entrance, causing Hyukjae to moan loudly and spread his legs wider. He fit in the second finger quickly, forcing Hyukjae to accept the intrusion. He moved his fingers apart, stretching his lover’s entrance wider while watching the older man’s face contort with a slight twinge of pain and pleasure. He sought out his lover’s prostrate, listening for Hyukjae’s moans to indicate if he found the gland. He let his fingers tease the gland, adoring the noises and the response it elicited from Hyukjae.
As much he loved playing with his lover’s body, Donghae’s own erection was threatening to burst. He withdrew his hand from Hyukjae, causing his lover to sigh mournfully to take off his own clothes. Once he had removed his boxers, Donghae pulled the nightstand open and opened the lube, pouring a generous amount on his hand. He hissed as the cool liquid touched his burning flesh, but lathered the slippery substance on his cock. Feeling adequately prepared, he grabbed his lover’s hips positioned himself at Hyukjae’s entrance. Donghae kissed Hyukjae, letting his desperation show through his lips, as he pushed in, swallowing his lover’s moan.
He reveled in the heat that was Hyukjae, feeling as if he could cum just by being inside of his lover. Carefully, he pulled out slowly, letting Hyukjae feel every vein protruding from his engorged flesh, before slamming back inside making the dance moan so loudly, it might’ve been a scream. Donghae thrust into Hyukjae quickly, setting a hard and fast pace that he knew Hyukjae loved. He kissed his writhing lover, dropping his lips all over Hyukjae’s skin and let his body control his actions.
After what seemed like a short eternity, Hyukjae came loudly, spraying his seed on his dress and Donghae’s stomach. His muscles clenched around Donghae’s erection, prompting him to come shortly after. Donghae kept thrusting into Hyukjae, riding out his orgasm.
Donghae collapsed on top of Hyukjae after pulling out. He tiredly kissed the older man and brought Hyukjae closer to him by wrapping his arm around his waist. Donghae took in the sight of Hyukjae’s ravished body again before dropping another kiss on top of his forehead.
Donghae kissed Hyukjae behind the ear and whispered into it harshly,
"Don't ever think about hiding from me again."
.:| END |:.