Birthday Drabbles for Nhi
by:
keylimebliss
Rating: PG-15-NC-17
Pairing: Everyone/Hyukjae
Summary: A series of unrelated drabbles with Hyukjae as the main character.
For somone’s birthday. Sorry I’m so late!
Warnings: Slut!Hyuk?
.:|Kangin|:.
Kangin was the worst boyfriend anyone could ask for.
He would make a ridiculous amount of fuss over the most insignificant things, bugging Hyukjae until he could no longer smile painfully and would finally yell at him. The whole ordeal would result in a miniature cold war between the two with dark glares and indignant gestures as their principle weapons.
But Hyukjae didn’t really mind, because Kangin would always sneak into his room after a long five days and he would fuck him hard, murmuring sweet nothings like, ‘I’m sorry baby, you know that I love you, right?’.
Sometimes, if Hyukjae was feeling particularly impatient, he would flirt with Kibum and Sungmin and watch gleefully as Kangin's hands would clench into tight fists and white teeth would dig into pink lips painfully.
Then he would only have to wait three days for the mandatory make-up sex.
.:|Ryeowook|:.
Ryeowook stared at the place where he was connected to Hyukjae. He moved his hips, thrusting into the older man slightly.
Hyukjae groaned, “Ryeowook, we just finished a round like two minutes ago.”
“Sorry hyung, it’s just that…” he moved his hips again, this time drawing a soft sound of approval from the older man, “I can’t believe I’m topping someone…”
Hyukjae looked at the younger man through heavy eyelids, deliberating on his next action before pushing his hips up against the younger man’s, satisfied with the subsequent moan. Grinning slightly, he spread his legs wider,
“Maybe we should double check, just to be sure.”
.:|Yunho|:.
Hyukjae panted against the mirror, fogging up the clear glass with his warm breath. He moaned as he felt Yunho’s hands slip under his shirt, mapping the delicate skin lightly before pinching both of his nipples and digging his erection into the back of the younger man’s sweatpants.
“Yunho, please…I need…” Hyukjae murmured to the mirror, relishing the stark contrast between his burning body and the icy glass.
Yunho chuckled, moving his hands down lower to pull off the younger man’s pants. Once they were gone, he moved to take Hyukjae’s boxers off, only to stop abruptly after pulling the cloth just under the man’s buttocks. Fascinated, he trailed his fingers across the expanse of pure white skin, into the valley that the younger’s butt cheeks created, traveling lower and lower until he could tap the green butt plug in Hyukjae’s ass.
“What is this?” he asked amused, fucking Hyukjae with the small piece of plastic lightly.
The younger dancer blushed, “You never take the time to really prep me when we’re here, so I thought maybe it would hurt less…” He started, too embarrassed to finish.
Amazed with Hyukjae’s thought proccess, Yunho shook his head slightly, “That’s a clever idea really, but you see,” he paused and unceremoniously plucked out the plug and replaced it with his cock in a smooth motion, smiling at Hyukjae’s surprised gasp, “I’m much bigger than that.”
Hyukjae opened his mouth to answer, but then Yunho moved and all he could let out for awhile were loud moans scattered occasionally with quiet curses and commands.
Later when they were lying on the wooden floor in a tangle of limbs, sated and content. Yunho stared at the ceiling thoughtfully before speaking,
“Hyukjae-yah.”
“Hm?”
“…want to try those vibrating bullets next time?”
.:|Shindong|:.
Sometimes Shindong would come up behind Hyukjae and randomly grab his chest, rubbing the area firmly with hands and mumble teasingly into the younger man’s ear,
“You’re so flat, not at all like a girl.”
So Hyukjae felt it was completely justified to sneak up behind Shindong and grab the older man's chest, weighing the fat there in his hands, and whisper to him teasingly, “Hyung, you really need to wear your bra.”
.:|Tablo/Donghae|:.
Tablo lounged in the chair comfortably, watching the boys in front of him thorugh the glass with an almost predatory look in his eyes. He kept his eyes fixtiated on the pair, moving his own hand to stroke his harden length in long and smooth motions.
Hyukjae bent his long body in a beautiful arch, clutching the music stand tightly. He moaned as Donghae thrust into him in hard, punctuated jabs. He breathed against the microphone heavily, letting a series of moans slide past his lips.
“Hyung…” he gasped into the mic as Donghae grunted behind him and sped up his pace. His moans grew louder as Donghae’s speed increased, whining softly and rocking his hips in tune with the younger man. The sound of skin slapping skin contrasting with the younger rapper's delicate panting drove Tablo to palm himself more roughly to the same rhythm the boys had set.
Donghae’s hands slipped under his shirt, caressing the skin there, teasing his sensitive nubs. His lips moved against Hyukjae’s shoulder, marking it with dark love bites.
“Hyung,” he whimpered again, right before he came hard on the floor with a surprised gasp. He could feel Donghae’s cum splatter his insides, heightening his climax. He chanced a look up towards the eldest man, smiling inwardly as Tablo's hands were shot with white substance.
They stayed there motionlessly for a few minutes, panting and sweating. Finally Donghae mustered up the energy to pull out of Hyukjae and clean both of them up. Once they were both reasonably presentable, he pulled Hyukjae out of the recording room.
“How was it, hyung? Did you like it?” Donghae asked cheekily, supporting Hyukjae’s weight with his own body.
Tablo nodded, still dazed. He couldn’t really process any of Donghae’s next words, but he was sure the words: schedule, late and sorry were said before the younger man pressed a chaste kiss on his lips and hauled himself out of the studio with Hyukjae in tow.
Tukutz found him there an hour later, more presentable and completely attached to his headphones.
“What are you listening to?” he asked, more out of boredom than all else.
Tablo closed his eyes blissfully. “Beautiful music,” he replied easily.
.:|Hyoyeon|:.
Hyoyeon stared at him, wide-eyed and curious.
“So you’re gay?”
Hyukjae nodded, eyes down and face burning in shame.
“Like completely, totally, utterly gay type of gay? Like naked girls don’t turn you on type of gay?”
Hyukjae winced, obviously pained by the girl’s question, “Well…I’m not sure…I don’t think so.”
Hyoyeon looked at him carefully, analyzing his hunched figure, “Well let’s find out.”
The male looked up surprised. “Why?” he blurted out thoughtlessly.
Hyoyeon took his arm and dragged him on to the dance, “Because it’d be such a shame for all the girls if you were really gay-gay, so I’m going to bring out those hidden straight tendencies I know you have.”
Hyukjae rolled his eyes, “Okay, but…”
“But what?” Hyoyeon wrapped her slim arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her and began to rub her body against his to the rhythm of the music. Her eyes were hooded and her lips were shaped in a perfect pout.
“Ugh…” Hyukjae trailed off uncertainly. The girl smiled sweetly at him.
“Oppa, just dance,” she whispered seductively, swaying her body attractively.
So Hyukjae learned that, yes, he did have occasional impulses to act straight.
.:|Heechul|:.
“Heechul- ah!”
The older man tsked lightly behind him, smacking the younger’s pink ass firmly. “That’s not what you call me Hyukjae-ah. Now address me properly.”
Breathing harshly into the pillow, Hyukjae spread his legs wider and pleaded again, “Master…”
Heechul smirked, “That’s better. Now what do you want?”
“I want…” Hyukjae started, face redden with shame and imploring eyes focused on to the older man, silently begging. “I want you to fuck me,” he mumbled into the bed, only to receive another sharp slap on his ass.
“No, ask me properly,” Heechul commanded, watching the younger man struggle with his pride in amusement.
Hyukjae groaned, his arousal clouding his mind. “Master…please...please, fuck me,” he begged, delirious with want.
Heechul grinned deviously in an entirely unholy manner,
“That’s all you had to say.”
.:|Kyuhyun|:.
The screen flashed ominously with the large letters,
PLAYER ONE WINS.
Hyukjae groaned, somehow disappointed with the expected results.
“Hyung, I won,” Kyuhyun stated, pride oozing into his voice.
“I know,” Hyukjae whined. “What do you want?” he asked, resigned to his fate.
Kyuhyun grinned and moved closer to the older boy. “I want…” he moved his lips next to the elder’s ears, whispering quietly.
Hyukjae’s eyes widen, “What do you mean you want…No!”
The singer simply smiled angelically, “I won though.”
“But…but!” the elder blubbered.
Smiling, Kyuhyun pressed his lips onto the older man’s firmly, “But I won, hyung.”
Hyukjae pouted, “That is so not fair.”
.:|Yesung|:.
“What are you looking at?” Hyukjae asked.
Yesung blushed moving the picture away, “Nothing, now go play with- Hey!”
The dancer stared at the picture with a critical eye, eyebrows furrowed with confusion and slight disturbance. “Hyung, that’s not a picture of my after sex face, right?”
Blushing the older man, refused to reply and instead turned away.
“...Is that your cum on my lips? Why do you have a picture of this?” Confused, Hyukjae turned to the older man, “Actually, what is it with you and lips?”
Yesung mumbled something unintelligibly.
Hyukjae frowned, “What was that?” He leaned in closer, straining to here the man’s words.
“I said I could show you,” the older singer mumbled, barely audible.
Hyukjae stood by him thoughtfully before nodding decisively, “Alright, let’s get started.” He tugged the older man into his bedroom.
“Wait, what are you-“
“You said you would show me.”
“But…”
“No but.”
“But…” Yesung tried again, only to be pushed down on to the mattress. The younger dancer hovered over him, staring into his eyes deeply.
“Okay, now show me,” he demanded childishly.
Yesung sighed, not quite sure what to make of this new development. He closed his eyes breifly before redirecting his gaze to Hyukjae’s face. Hesistanly, he moved to pull the younger man’s face down to kiss him. Still attached to the younger by the kiss, Yesung moved his hands down to Hyukjae’s shoulder and flipped them over, reversing their positions.
“Alright,” he said breathlessly, “I’ll show you.” Then he proceeded to divest the younger man of his pants quickly and almost immediately wrapped his lips around Hyukjae’s cock, reveling in the groan he heard above him.
Later as they relaxed in Hyukjae’s bed, the younger man suddenly gasped in revelation and sat up quickly, disturbing Yesung’s transition into sleep.
“Hey, hyung, hyung,” he began, poking the older man.
Yesung groaned discontentedly, “What now?”
“Is the reason why you always shove your microphone near my mouth somehow related to all of this?”
.:|Junsu/Junho|:.
“Are you sure?” Junho asked, his cock rubbing Hyukjae’s entrance teasingly.
“Yes, I’m sure,” the older man gritted out, frustrated.
“Are you sure? I heard it hurts really bad...” There was a shift in movement behind him and the hard appendage shifted away from him.
“God, yes I’m sure! Just fuck me!”
Junho frowned, “But…”
“Don’t worry, Hyukjae’s a slut. He can handle it,” Junsu interrupted, displeased by the removal of the eldest’s mouth on his erection.
Hyukjae glared at the man in front of him, “Like you’re any better. What’s this I hear about you and Chang-“he yelped at the sudden intrusion, “Shit, Junho.”
Junho frowned from his position, “You told me to fuck you!”
Junsu groaned, “Whatever, can you please finish blowing me now?”
keylimebliss
Rating: PG-15-NC-17
Pairing: Everyone/Hyukjae
Summary: A series of unrelated drabbles with Hyukjae as the main character.
For somone’s birthday. Sorry I’m so late!
Warnings: Slut!Hyuk?
.:|Kangin|:.
Kangin was the worst boyfriend anyone could ask for.
He would make a ridiculous amount of fuss over the most insignificant things, bugging Hyukjae until he could no longer smile painfully and would finally yell at him. The whole ordeal would result in a miniature cold war between the two with dark glares and indignant gestures as their principle weapons.
But Hyukjae didn’t really mind, because Kangin would always sneak into his room after a long five days and he would fuck him hard, murmuring sweet nothings like, ‘I’m sorry baby, you know that I love you, right?’.
Sometimes, if Hyukjae was feeling particularly impatient, he would flirt with Kibum and Sungmin and watch gleefully as Kangin's hands would clench into tight fists and white teeth would dig into pink lips painfully.
Then he would only have to wait three days for the mandatory make-up sex.
.:|Ryeowook|:.
Ryeowook stared at the place where he was connected to Hyukjae. He moved his hips, thrusting into the older man slightly.
Hyukjae groaned, “Ryeowook, we just finished a round like two minutes ago.”
“Sorry hyung, it’s just that…” he moved his hips again, this time drawing a soft sound of approval from the older man, “I can’t believe I’m topping someone…”
Hyukjae looked at the younger man through heavy eyelids, deliberating on his next action before pushing his hips up against the younger man’s, satisfied with the subsequent moan. Grinning slightly, he spread his legs wider,
“Maybe we should double check, just to be sure.”
.:|Yunho|:.
Hyukjae panted against the mirror, fogging up the clear glass with his warm breath. He moaned as he felt Yunho’s hands slip under his shirt, mapping the delicate skin lightly before pinching both of his nipples and digging his erection into the back of the younger man’s sweatpants.
“Yunho, please…I need…” Hyukjae murmured to the mirror, relishing the stark contrast between his burning body and the icy glass.
Yunho chuckled, moving his hands down lower to pull off the younger man’s pants. Once they were gone, he moved to take Hyukjae’s boxers off, only to stop abruptly after pulling the cloth just under the man’s buttocks. Fascinated, he trailed his fingers across the expanse of pure white skin, into the valley that the younger’s butt cheeks created, traveling lower and lower until he could tap the green butt plug in Hyukjae’s ass.
“What is this?” he asked amused, fucking Hyukjae with the small piece of plastic lightly.
The younger dancer blushed, “You never take the time to really prep me when we’re here, so I thought maybe it would hurt less…” He started, too embarrassed to finish.
Amazed with Hyukjae’s thought proccess, Yunho shook his head slightly, “That’s a clever idea really, but you see,” he paused and unceremoniously plucked out the plug and replaced it with his cock in a smooth motion, smiling at Hyukjae’s surprised gasp, “I’m much bigger than that.”
Hyukjae opened his mouth to answer, but then Yunho moved and all he could let out for awhile were loud moans scattered occasionally with quiet curses and commands.
Later when they were lying on the wooden floor in a tangle of limbs, sated and content. Yunho stared at the ceiling thoughtfully before speaking,
“Hyukjae-yah.”
“Hm?”
“…want to try those vibrating bullets next time?”
.:|Shindong|:.
Sometimes Shindong would come up behind Hyukjae and randomly grab his chest, rubbing the area firmly with hands and mumble teasingly into the younger man’s ear,
“You’re so flat, not at all like a girl.”
So Hyukjae felt it was completely justified to sneak up behind Shindong and grab the older man's chest, weighing the fat there in his hands, and whisper to him teasingly, “Hyung, you really need to wear your bra.”
.:|Tablo/Donghae|:.
Tablo lounged in the chair comfortably, watching the boys in front of him thorugh the glass with an almost predatory look in his eyes. He kept his eyes fixtiated on the pair, moving his own hand to stroke his harden length in long and smooth motions.
Hyukjae bent his long body in a beautiful arch, clutching the music stand tightly. He moaned as Donghae thrust into him in hard, punctuated jabs. He breathed against the microphone heavily, letting a series of moans slide past his lips.
“Hyung…” he gasped into the mic as Donghae grunted behind him and sped up his pace. His moans grew louder as Donghae’s speed increased, whining softly and rocking his hips in tune with the younger man. The sound of skin slapping skin contrasting with the younger rapper's delicate panting drove Tablo to palm himself more roughly to the same rhythm the boys had set.
Donghae’s hands slipped under his shirt, caressing the skin there, teasing his sensitive nubs. His lips moved against Hyukjae’s shoulder, marking it with dark love bites.
“Hyung,” he whimpered again, right before he came hard on the floor with a surprised gasp. He could feel Donghae’s cum splatter his insides, heightening his climax. He chanced a look up towards the eldest man, smiling inwardly as Tablo's hands were shot with white substance.
They stayed there motionlessly for a few minutes, panting and sweating. Finally Donghae mustered up the energy to pull out of Hyukjae and clean both of them up. Once they were both reasonably presentable, he pulled Hyukjae out of the recording room.
“How was it, hyung? Did you like it?” Donghae asked cheekily, supporting Hyukjae’s weight with his own body.
Tablo nodded, still dazed. He couldn’t really process any of Donghae’s next words, but he was sure the words: schedule, late and sorry were said before the younger man pressed a chaste kiss on his lips and hauled himself out of the studio with Hyukjae in tow.
Tukutz found him there an hour later, more presentable and completely attached to his headphones.
“What are you listening to?” he asked, more out of boredom than all else.
Tablo closed his eyes blissfully. “Beautiful music,” he replied easily.
.:|Hyoyeon|:.
Hyoyeon stared at him, wide-eyed and curious.
“So you’re gay?”
Hyukjae nodded, eyes down and face burning in shame.
“Like completely, totally, utterly gay type of gay? Like naked girls don’t turn you on type of gay?”
Hyukjae winced, obviously pained by the girl’s question, “Well…I’m not sure…I don’t think so.”
Hyoyeon looked at him carefully, analyzing his hunched figure, “Well let’s find out.”
The male looked up surprised. “Why?” he blurted out thoughtlessly.
Hyoyeon took his arm and dragged him on to the dance, “Because it’d be such a shame for all the girls if you were really gay-gay, so I’m going to bring out those hidden straight tendencies I know you have.”
Hyukjae rolled his eyes, “Okay, but…”
“But what?” Hyoyeon wrapped her slim arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her and began to rub her body against his to the rhythm of the music. Her eyes were hooded and her lips were shaped in a perfect pout.
“Ugh…” Hyukjae trailed off uncertainly. The girl smiled sweetly at him.
“Oppa, just dance,” she whispered seductively, swaying her body attractively.
So Hyukjae learned that, yes, he did have occasional impulses to act straight.
.:|Heechul|:.
“Heechul- ah!”
The older man tsked lightly behind him, smacking the younger’s pink ass firmly. “That’s not what you call me Hyukjae-ah. Now address me properly.”
Breathing harshly into the pillow, Hyukjae spread his legs wider and pleaded again, “Master…”
Heechul smirked, “That’s better. Now what do you want?”
“I want…” Hyukjae started, face redden with shame and imploring eyes focused on to the older man, silently begging. “I want you to fuck me,” he mumbled into the bed, only to receive another sharp slap on his ass.
“No, ask me properly,” Heechul commanded, watching the younger man struggle with his pride in amusement.
Hyukjae groaned, his arousal clouding his mind. “Master…please...please, fuck me,” he begged, delirious with want.
Heechul grinned deviously in an entirely unholy manner,
“That’s all you had to say.”
.:|Kyuhyun|:.
The screen flashed ominously with the large letters,
PLAYER ONE WINS.
Hyukjae groaned, somehow disappointed with the expected results.
“Hyung, I won,” Kyuhyun stated, pride oozing into his voice.
“I know,” Hyukjae whined. “What do you want?” he asked, resigned to his fate.
Kyuhyun grinned and moved closer to the older boy. “I want…” he moved his lips next to the elder’s ears, whispering quietly.
Hyukjae’s eyes widen, “What do you mean you want…No!”
The singer simply smiled angelically, “I won though.”
“But…but!” the elder blubbered.
Smiling, Kyuhyun pressed his lips onto the older man’s firmly, “But I won, hyung.”
Hyukjae pouted, “That is so not fair.”
.:|Yesung|:.
“What are you looking at?” Hyukjae asked.
Yesung blushed moving the picture away, “Nothing, now go play with- Hey!”
The dancer stared at the picture with a critical eye, eyebrows furrowed with confusion and slight disturbance. “Hyung, that’s not a picture of my after sex face, right?”
Blushing the older man, refused to reply and instead turned away.
“...Is that your cum on my lips? Why do you have a picture of this?” Confused, Hyukjae turned to the older man, “Actually, what is it with you and lips?”
Yesung mumbled something unintelligibly.
Hyukjae frowned, “What was that?” He leaned in closer, straining to here the man’s words.
“I said I could show you,” the older singer mumbled, barely audible.
Hyukjae stood by him thoughtfully before nodding decisively, “Alright, let’s get started.” He tugged the older man into his bedroom.
“Wait, what are you-“
“You said you would show me.”
“But…”
“No but.”
“But…” Yesung tried again, only to be pushed down on to the mattress. The younger dancer hovered over him, staring into his eyes deeply.
“Okay, now show me,” he demanded childishly.
Yesung sighed, not quite sure what to make of this new development. He closed his eyes breifly before redirecting his gaze to Hyukjae’s face. Hesistanly, he moved to pull the younger man’s face down to kiss him. Still attached to the younger by the kiss, Yesung moved his hands down to Hyukjae’s shoulder and flipped them over, reversing their positions.
“Alright,” he said breathlessly, “I’ll show you.” Then he proceeded to divest the younger man of his pants quickly and almost immediately wrapped his lips around Hyukjae’s cock, reveling in the groan he heard above him.
Later as they relaxed in Hyukjae’s bed, the younger man suddenly gasped in revelation and sat up quickly, disturbing Yesung’s transition into sleep.
“Hey, hyung, hyung,” he began, poking the older man.
Yesung groaned discontentedly, “What now?”
“Is the reason why you always shove your microphone near my mouth somehow related to all of this?”
.:|Junsu/Junho|:.
“Are you sure?” Junho asked, his cock rubbing Hyukjae’s entrance teasingly.
“Yes, I’m sure,” the older man gritted out, frustrated.
“Are you sure? I heard it hurts really bad...” There was a shift in movement behind him and the hard appendage shifted away from him.
“God, yes I’m sure! Just fuck me!”
Junho frowned, “But…”
“Don’t worry, Hyukjae’s a slut. He can handle it,” Junsu interrupted, displeased by the removal of the eldest’s mouth on his erection.
Hyukjae glared at the man in front of him, “Like you’re any better. What’s this I hear about you and Chang-“he yelped at the sudden intrusion, “Shit, Junho.”
Junho frowned from his position, “You told me to fuck you!”
Junsu groaned, “Whatever, can you please finish blowing me now?”