SJ Smut Meme
The first time Kibum sees them is an accident; he’s walking to his room and it really isn’t his fault that Donghae didn’t have the good sense to at least shut the door before ravishing his boyfriend.
It isn’t his fault Hyukjae’s loud moans begged him to take a peek into the room.
It isn’t his fault that Donghae had such a toned body, or that Hyukjae was impossibly slim and infinitely sexier when he was begging Donghae to fuck him faster and harder.
Therefore he really can’t be held accountable for watching them through the small crack in the doorway with one hand down his pants and the other stifling his own groans as he watched Hyukjae cum between them.
The second and third time weren’t accidents, but he still claims it's their fault for not closing the door all the way.
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The seventh time was an accident.
Kibum inserts a tape into the video player to analyze his acting. The screen frizzles for a few seconds before smoothing out to show a strangely familiar bedroom. He frowns and tries to place a name on the room, only Hyukjae suddenly appears on the screen, his cheeks flushed with alcohol and grinning widely.
“Hey sexy,” he purrs to the camera, and Kibum’s pants are suddenly uncomfortable.
“Hey yourself.” He hears laughter in that voice, undoubtedly the drunken man’s lover.
Hyukjae grins a little wider and his eyes become just the tiniest bit more mischievous. “We have the dorm to ourselves,” he says, eyes full of expectation.
Kibum thinks Donghae wanted to reply, but Hyukjae is faster, swaying his hips seductively and fingering the first buttons of his shirts. He undoes each button slowly, brushing the exposed skin until he’s down to the very last button. Smiling, he winks at the camera before running his hands up his chest, tweaking his nipples and slowly removing his shirt, only to obscure the screen with blue cotton.
By the time Donghae pulls the shirt away, Hyukjae is already working on his pants, teasing the screen with flashes of the top of his ass and smooth hip thrusts. Kibum hears a growl, a growl that makes the dancer smirk and unzip his pants deliberately, never taking his eyes of the lenses. He shimmies those off, kicking them to a random corner of the room and walks closer and closer until all Kibum can see is pale flesh and he hears the sound of wet kisses above him.
When he can see again, Hyukjae is spread wide open on the bed and the mischievousness in his eyes has been replace by lust. He sees a tube magically appear in his hand, and Hyukjae practically rips it open and pours out the contents generously onto his hand. The tube is carelessly discarded before the older trails his hand down to his anus, teasing it before plunging in a finger. Hyukjae moans, arching slightly off the bed and quickly inserts another finger, and soon two becomes three and he’s fucking himself while making the most erotic sounds ever. Kibum palms himself roughly in time with Hyukjae’s rhythm and he can hear Donghae panting behind the camera.
He’s not sure where it came from, but soon there’s a blue vibrator pushing into Hyukjae, causing the older man to scream and buck his hips. He watches Donghae flick the switch on before pulling it out, only to shove it back in roughly. Hyukjae screams louder and arches off the bed and begs for more with his hips. Kibum stares, fascinated with the fast pace of the vibrator, the way Hyukjae’s hands pinch and rub his nipples, the older man’s hips moving to meet the intrusion faster.
And he comes just a second after the man on the screen does.
…
Kibum wonders at Hyukjae’s smooth movements in the studio. He watches curiously as he glides around the room easily, showing no signs of tiredness or pain. Donghae watches beside him, his eyes fixated on Hyukjae’s hips in a way that lets Kibum know that they’ll be having sex that night and the question escapes his lips before he can even think about it.
“Doesn’t his hips ever get tired?”
He tenses, because no matter how many fantasies he harbored, that was not supposed to come out. Almost timidly, he chances a glance in Donghae’s direction and he’s surprised to the smirk on the elder’s face. But the man’s next words are the most shocking of all,
“Kibum-ah, was that an invitation?”
…
Kibum’s not sure if he’s dreaming or not, because the soft press of Hyukjae’s lips on his own is shockingly sweet. He thinks he’s dreaming, because only in his wildest fantasies did Hyukjae ever look up at him through his lashes with such adoration. There are arms traveling softly down his arms appreciatively, and Hyukjae moans into his mouth with approval when he squeezes Kibum’s firm bicep and Kibum thinks he must be dreaming.
Donghae is watching behind Hyukjae, seemingly content with his position. Smiling, he crawls closer to the kissing couple to wrap his arms around Hyukjae’s waist, dropping kisses on the eldest’s shoulder. Leisurely, he strips Hyukjae of his half-buttoned shirt, gently biting the exposed skin as he went. Hyukjae moans louder and presses harder against Kibum, tangling his fingers in the younger man’s dark hair to pull him in closer. Kibum finds himself powerless against his silent pleas and he finds himself running his hands across every bit of skin he can reach, paying special attention to the man’s sensitive nubs and loving every soft sound that Hyukjae breathes onto his lips.
Donghae pulls Hyukjae away from him, an event punctuated by Hyukjae’s loud whine. Kibum’s disappointment dies the minute he sees Donghae’s hand crawling down to Hyukjae’s entrance, circling it lightly before pushing two lubed fingers in easily. Fascinated, Kibum can only watch as Hyukjae presses harder against those fingers, riding them with ease. Donghae starts nibbling on Hyukjae’s neck before pressing two more fingers into the older man and forcing the sweetest moan to escape from Hyukjae’s mouth. He moves his hips more erratically, and soon he’s begging for more until Donghae sinks his entire hand inside of him.
Kibum gulps as Hyukjae screams and Donghae smirks. He starts moving his hand inside the eldest slowly, and Hyukjae whines and pushes down further. The dancer reaches out blindly for Kibum, sighing happily against the younger’s lips when he presses their bodies flush against each other. It doesn’t take long for Kibum to get lost in Hyukjae’s soft, but deep kisses and persistent hands shedding of his clothes one by one. He grabs his face and kisses the oldest man with more intensity, swallowing every sound that drifts past his lips eagerly.
In the border of his vision, Kibum can see Donghae slipping his hand out of Hyukjae and scooting closer to them, but he doesn’t think about much longer as he feels Donghae’s cock brush against his in a way that makes him groan deeply and kiss Hyukjae harder He’s not sure what happens next, but suddenly Hyukjae is lifting himself up on his knees and sinking on top of both Donghae and Kibum slowly, moaning loudly as he sheaths more of their erections. Kibum can barely hear Hyukjae’s content, if slightly pained sigh and Donghae’s deep moan over the rush of blood in his own ears and he finds himself gripping Hyukjae’s hips in a bruisingly hard grasp. The older man doesn’t seem to notice, because after a few seconds of adjusting he’s lifting himself back up and slamming down in a well-paced rhythm, moans and pleas slipping from his lips wantonly. The tight heat overwhelms him, and the way Donghae’s thrusts rub against his erection only make him harder and needier until he’s thrusting up into Hyukjae, not quite matching his or Donghae’s pace.
Hyukjae moans, bouncing between them unabashedly and Kibum almost kisses him again but Donghae reaches over and gives him a dizzying kiss. He can’t help but to think Donghae is incredible as he feels his hands brush against his chest and when Hyukjae lets out another scream, he knows that the older man is playing with his nipples.
It’s the type of feeling that Kibum can never get enough of, and with each punctuated thrust into Hyukjae’s willing body, each stroke against Donghae’s cock, he thinks he’s becoming more and more delirious until Hyukjae cums, tightening around them and then he can’t think at all as he empties himself out inside of the eldest.
When he comes back to his senses, Hyukjae is cuddled neatly into his chest staring at him with adoring eyes that belie his lack of innocence and Donghae is smirking at his dazed expression. Kibum almost wants to smack his expression clear off his face except he’s still recovering from the best sex of his life. But then Donghae just has to open his mouth and talk, ruining the moment
“Kibum-ah, do you want to try bottoming next time?”
That time Kibum actually does smack Donghae and smiles as he hears Hyukjae’s light giggles underneath them.