Ph.D. in Perversion (Heechul/Sungmin)
Title: Ph.D in Perversion
Pairing: Heechul/Sungmin with a very breif hinting of past!Eunhyuk/Donghae/Sungmin.
Rating: NC-17 baby.
Length: 2195 words.
Warning: This is naughty naughty. It involves bondage and other kinks, including breath play, which might be a little much for some people. If you read it and are scarred for life, don't say I didn't warn you.
Summary: 7th in the series that contains Higher Learning, Detention, Class Reunion, Locker Room, Anatomy 101, and Home Economics. Heechul welcomes Sungmin's kinks, no matter how extreme.
Kyuhyun considered himself rather open minded when it came to the wide world of kinks and fetishes, but there were just some things he was not willing to do when it involved Sungmin. Though their open relationship might cause some to think that their love wasn’t real or very shallow at most, it was quite the opposite. Kyuhyun loved and trusted Sungmin a great deal, enough to know that regardless of who the bed Sungmin wound up in belong to, his heart would always belong to Kyuhyun. Sex was only physical affection, but all of Sungmin’s love and emotional affection belong to Kyuhyun, and the same could be said of Kyuhyun’s love for Sungmin. With such a deep love came limits though, and there were certain things that Kyuhyun couldn’t bring him to do, no matter how much Sungmin promised that it would be okay, no matter how much he said he enjoyed it.
What Kyuhyun couldn’t do Heechul could, and that was precisely why Sungmin was currently on his knees on the floor of Heechul’s bedroom, wrists bound behind his back, mouth gagged and eyes covered. Heechul was a busy man and wasn’t able to play all that often, so Sungmin always did his best to cram as much kink as he could into the time he had with Heechul.
Heechul practically purred as he knelt down, letting the tips of his nails glide slowly over the soft skin of Sungmin’s bare behind, delighting in the way it made the younger man shiver. Heechul chuckled, leaning in to allow his lips to brush along the shell of Sungmin’s ear as he spoke in little more than a whisper.
“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? You’re so sensitive. Has he fucked you lately?” Heechul’s fingertips dipped between Sungmin’s cheeks, pressing a finger into him without warning, and without lube. Sungmin let out a bit of a cry, but it was muffled by the gag between his lips. Heechul chuckled softly, nipping at the lobe of Sungmin’s ear, giving it a gentle tug as he withdrew his finger.
“It doesn’t matter though, you’ll be screaming just the same when I’m done with you, regardless of whether he’s fucked you recently or not.” He pressed a hand between Sungmin’s shoulder blades, forcing the smaller man to bend over, ass high in the air as his cheek came to rest on the soft carpet beneath him. Heechul used the tips of his nails to trace along Sungmin’s spine, leaving the faintest of scratches behind as he traced downwards to the small of Sungmin’s back. Sungmin moaned, but once again it was muffled. Heechul drew his hand back to give Sungmin’s behind a good smack, and then another for good measure, causing the skin of one cheek to turn a light pink color.
“You’re such a filthy boy, you know that? Already so hard, and I haven’t even started yet. How long have you been waiting for this?” He landed a light smack to the back of Sungmin’s thighs then, letting his nails dig in for a brief moment before he pulled his hand away. He lifted his hand to press a finger into Sungmin once more, withdrawing it only once before pressing another one in. He knew it probably hurt, but judging from how hard Sungmin was, he doubted the younger man was complaining. Sungmin couldn’t move that much, but he didn’t need any encouragement to begin rocking himself back against Heechul’s fingers.
“Eager, aren’t you?” Heechul let a rather sadistic grin wash over his face, pressing a third finger into Sungmin, stretching him wider. Sungmin cried out, and Heechul stilled the fingers within Sungmin.
“What’s that? You want me to stop?” Sungmin lifted his head up just enough to be able to shake it quite vehemently, causing Heechul to chuckle softly. “Didn’t think so.” He went back to rocking his fingers within Sungmin, stroking his prostate with nearly every movement. He didn’t stop when Sungmin’s body began to tremble, didn’t stop when he saw the precum beginning to leak from him. Heechul was a sadist, pure and simple, and was rather fond of pushing Sungmin to his breaking point and then past it time and time again until Sungmin’s whole body felt entirely raw. Sungmin loved it though, and that was why he continued to go back time and time again. There was no love between Sungmin and Heechul (other than the friendship type), no affection at all. What they had between them was hard and rough and unforgiving, even quite painful at times. There was no cuddling between Sungmin and Heechul, not ever, but that was okay because Sungmin knew that Kyuhyun would always be waiting at home with a hot bath ready for Sungmin to soak in. He’d be there to help work the kinks out of his muscles from being bound so long.
The tips of Sungmin’s fingers were beginning to go numb from his arms being twisted around and bound like that, but he didn’t care at all. His orgasm was rapidly approaching, and Heechul was showing absolutely no signs of stopping. Sungmin’s cry as he came was barely audible from behind the gag, his body spasming as his hips began to jerk, spilling himself all over the carpeted floor beneath him.
Heechul’s fingers gradually slowed and then stopped all together. He let his hand slip away completely then, lightly caressing the reddened cheeks of Sungmin’s behind, giving him just a moment to catch his breath. When the heaving off Sungmin’s chest finally began to slow, Heechul slapped his behind once more, grinning even though he knew Sungmin couldn’t see. He took hold of the younger man’s bound wrists, tugging him backwards slightly.
“Get up, get on the bed.”
Sungmin struggled to get up without the use of his hands, and the fact that his legs felt like jelly didn’t help matters any. He’d forgotten just where exactly he was in Heechul’s bedroom, so he stepped forward cautiously on wobbly legs, inching himself forward until he felt his leg bump the frame of the older man’s bed. He climbed onto it carefully, or attempted to. Heechul was impatient though, giving Sungmin’s shoulder a shove and sending him tumbling down onto the bed on his back, hands still bound behind him. It caused Sungmin’s body to arch in such a beautiful fashion, and Heechul was tempted to just stand there and admire the helpless boy for the rest of the evening. His own pants were painfully tight though, that was the only thing that kept him from moving away and taking a seat just to watch Sungmin.
Sungmin heard a click of metal, and assumed correctly that Heechul was undoing his belt buckle. He heard a zipper being drawn down then, and the soft sound of Heechul’s pants hitting the floor. Since his hearing was the only sense that had been left to him, his ears were working overtime to make up for the lost of sight and touch. He heard Heechul step forward, heard the sheets crinkle beneath him even before he felt the bed dip slightly as Heechul climbed on. Hands pressed to Sungmin’s knees, pushing them just about as far apart as he could get them, giving himself plenty of room as he nestled himself against Sungmin’s body. He held himself steady, pressing in slowly just until the head of his arousal cleared the ring of muscle in Sungmin’s entrance.
He plunged in deeply then, pressing himself fully within Sungmin in one quick movement. Sungmin cried out again, body arching up to meet Heechul’s thrust as best he could.
“You’re such a little slut, you know that? Always so needy. I should just pull out and make you wait until you calm down.” Sungmin lifted his legs up then, wrapping them quickly around Heechul’s waist. He could only hope Heechul was teasing; though he wouldn’t be surprised at all of Heechul did exactly what he said. Heechul laughed though, both hands coming to smooth slowly along Sungmin’s thighs.
“You need it that badly, huh? What’s gotten into you? Is he being to nice again? Having one of his lovey dovey moments?” Heechul rocked back slightly before pressing in deeply to Sungmin once more. “Or maybe he’s just denying you all together. Mmm… I remember how it was last year when he was grading final exams, too busy to get you off at all. You came to spend some time with me… I forget just how many stains you made on my sheets. I lost track at ten.” He began to rock into him hard and fast then, not even considering the slow and sweet stuff. His thrusts were already jarring Sungmin’s body, but Sungmin loved every brutal moment of it. That much was obvious too, as he was already growing hard again. Heechul didn’t bother with stroking Sungmin to help him along either. He never did, he never needed to. Kim Heechul was just that damn good.
One hand did move to caress along Sungmin’s abdomen though, smoothing slowly upwards over his chest, letting a thumbnail rake over one of Sungmin’s nipples. He knew Sungmin liked things like that, he always did. He could tell just by the way it made the younger man’s body throb, the way it made his arousal bounce.
“You’re such a perverted little boy, Sungmin, getting off on shit like this. And to think you always use to have the fans fooled with all your pink and fluff. If they only knew how wicked you were… if they only knew about the things you did in the back of the tour bus…” His fingertips caressed over Sungmin’s collar bone before smoothing on up over the soft skin of his neck. “Remember the time Donghae caught you sucking Eunhyuk off? I thought he was going to blow a gasket, until you offered to blow him as well… dirty boy. You should be punished… again. Even though that was years ago.”
Heechul’s fingers slowly curled about Sungmin’s neck then, beginning to squeeze even as he pounded into him harder still, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. It was hard enough for Sungmin to breathe through his nose alone with his mouth gagged like that, but with Heechul’s hand tightening around his neck he could hardly breathe at all. Sungmin wasn’t panicking though; they’d done this plenty of times before. The lack of oxygen made him lightheaded, but that only served to make the sensations of pleasure even stronger.
Heechul impaled him with an almost brutal pace, powerful thrusts jarring Sungmin’s smaller frame each time. He knew Sungmin was getting close though, he could tell by the muffled moans and the way Sungmin’s body was throbbing.
“That’s it, you little slut. Cum for me, show me how good it feels. How much you like being treated like the dirty thing you are.”
With Heechul’s verbal coaxing Sungmin tumbled right over the edge and into pure bliss as his orgasm hit him. He came hard, spilling plenty of sticky liquid onto his own abdomen. Heechul pulled out rather abruptly then, slipping out from between Sungmin’s thighs to scramble upwards over the body beneath him. He straddled Sungmin’s chest with his own arousal in hand, pumping it quickly to bring himself to his own orgasm, seed splattering over the smooth skin of Sungmin’s face. Most went on his cheek, though some splattered over his lips and the gag between them.
Heechul slid off of him then, dropping down to sit on the bed, taking a moment or two to catch his own breath. He reached out to nudge Sungmin lightly, and being the obedient boy he was, Sungmin rolled onto his side. Heechul reached out to take a hold of the tie he’d used to bind Sungmin’s wrist, untying it and unwrapping it from the skin that had begun to redden. Sungmin rolled back then, resting on his back as he lifted his hands up to tug the gag off, then the blindfold, letting his tongue snake out to lick the remnants of Heechul from his lips. He took a deep breath then, sighing quite contentedly. It made Heechul laugh, and he reached out to lightly poke Sungmin in the side.
“Freak. How have you been?”
Sungmin shrugged, his voice slightly hoarse sounding as he spoke. “Been alright, same as always really. Got to play with Siwon last night though.”
Heechul blinked, brows furrowing slightly. “Siwon? Seriously?”
Sungmin nodded, tugging one of Heechul’s pillows beneath his head. “He’s been hanging around for a few days. Why? No one told you he was back?”
“No one tells me anything anymore…” He snorted softly, sliding from the bed to grab his pants. “That little fucker… once I get a hold of him…”
Sungmin snickered, turning his head to watch Heechul dress. “He’s at my place. I doubt he’s woken up yet, and if he is I’m sure Kyuhyun pounced on him.”
Heechul frowned once more, grabbing his keys. “Either way, I’m going to make sure his eyes are wide open by the time I’m done with him.”
A/N: It was not my original intention with this series to have Sungmin be a total slut... but it happened and I don't regret it one bit! I have one, perhaps two more planned after this, but after that, I'm out of ideas so I'm open to suggestions if you want to see this going. Also - I have a favor to ask. Share with me you favorite pictures of the boys, the 'normal' ones that might work for references for the 'grown-up' version of Super Junior in this story. I'm not talking publicity shots where they are caked with makeup and stuffed in fancy clothes, but the more casual ones that look like pictures normal people might take that would go in a photo album or something. I'm thinking of putting something together for the story, but also the past two days have been horribly shitty and I need something to cheer me up. Thank you in advance!
Pairing: Heechul/Sungmin with a very breif hinting of past!Eunhyuk/Donghae/Sungmin.
Rating: NC-17 baby.
Length: 2195 words.
Warning: This is naughty naughty. It involves bondage and other kinks, including breath play, which might be a little much for some people. If you read it and are scarred for life, don't say I didn't warn you.
Summary: 7th in the series that contains Higher Learning, Detention, Class Reunion, Locker Room, Anatomy 101, and Home Economics. Heechul welcomes Sungmin's kinks, no matter how extreme.
Kyuhyun considered himself rather open minded when it came to the wide world of kinks and fetishes, but there were just some things he was not willing to do when it involved Sungmin. Though their open relationship might cause some to think that their love wasn’t real or very shallow at most, it was quite the opposite. Kyuhyun loved and trusted Sungmin a great deal, enough to know that regardless of who the bed Sungmin wound up in belong to, his heart would always belong to Kyuhyun. Sex was only physical affection, but all of Sungmin’s love and emotional affection belong to Kyuhyun, and the same could be said of Kyuhyun’s love for Sungmin. With such a deep love came limits though, and there were certain things that Kyuhyun couldn’t bring him to do, no matter how much Sungmin promised that it would be okay, no matter how much he said he enjoyed it.
What Kyuhyun couldn’t do Heechul could, and that was precisely why Sungmin was currently on his knees on the floor of Heechul’s bedroom, wrists bound behind his back, mouth gagged and eyes covered. Heechul was a busy man and wasn’t able to play all that often, so Sungmin always did his best to cram as much kink as he could into the time he had with Heechul.
Heechul practically purred as he knelt down, letting the tips of his nails glide slowly over the soft skin of Sungmin’s bare behind, delighting in the way it made the younger man shiver. Heechul chuckled, leaning in to allow his lips to brush along the shell of Sungmin’s ear as he spoke in little more than a whisper.
“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? You’re so sensitive. Has he fucked you lately?” Heechul’s fingertips dipped between Sungmin’s cheeks, pressing a finger into him without warning, and without lube. Sungmin let out a bit of a cry, but it was muffled by the gag between his lips. Heechul chuckled softly, nipping at the lobe of Sungmin’s ear, giving it a gentle tug as he withdrew his finger.
“It doesn’t matter though, you’ll be screaming just the same when I’m done with you, regardless of whether he’s fucked you recently or not.” He pressed a hand between Sungmin’s shoulder blades, forcing the smaller man to bend over, ass high in the air as his cheek came to rest on the soft carpet beneath him. Heechul used the tips of his nails to trace along Sungmin’s spine, leaving the faintest of scratches behind as he traced downwards to the small of Sungmin’s back. Sungmin moaned, but once again it was muffled. Heechul drew his hand back to give Sungmin’s behind a good smack, and then another for good measure, causing the skin of one cheek to turn a light pink color.
“You’re such a filthy boy, you know that? Already so hard, and I haven’t even started yet. How long have you been waiting for this?” He landed a light smack to the back of Sungmin’s thighs then, letting his nails dig in for a brief moment before he pulled his hand away. He lifted his hand to press a finger into Sungmin once more, withdrawing it only once before pressing another one in. He knew it probably hurt, but judging from how hard Sungmin was, he doubted the younger man was complaining. Sungmin couldn’t move that much, but he didn’t need any encouragement to begin rocking himself back against Heechul’s fingers.
“Eager, aren’t you?” Heechul let a rather sadistic grin wash over his face, pressing a third finger into Sungmin, stretching him wider. Sungmin cried out, and Heechul stilled the fingers within Sungmin.
“What’s that? You want me to stop?” Sungmin lifted his head up just enough to be able to shake it quite vehemently, causing Heechul to chuckle softly. “Didn’t think so.” He went back to rocking his fingers within Sungmin, stroking his prostate with nearly every movement. He didn’t stop when Sungmin’s body began to tremble, didn’t stop when he saw the precum beginning to leak from him. Heechul was a sadist, pure and simple, and was rather fond of pushing Sungmin to his breaking point and then past it time and time again until Sungmin’s whole body felt entirely raw. Sungmin loved it though, and that was why he continued to go back time and time again. There was no love between Sungmin and Heechul (other than the friendship type), no affection at all. What they had between them was hard and rough and unforgiving, even quite painful at times. There was no cuddling between Sungmin and Heechul, not ever, but that was okay because Sungmin knew that Kyuhyun would always be waiting at home with a hot bath ready for Sungmin to soak in. He’d be there to help work the kinks out of his muscles from being bound so long.
The tips of Sungmin’s fingers were beginning to go numb from his arms being twisted around and bound like that, but he didn’t care at all. His orgasm was rapidly approaching, and Heechul was showing absolutely no signs of stopping. Sungmin’s cry as he came was barely audible from behind the gag, his body spasming as his hips began to jerk, spilling himself all over the carpeted floor beneath him.
Heechul’s fingers gradually slowed and then stopped all together. He let his hand slip away completely then, lightly caressing the reddened cheeks of Sungmin’s behind, giving him just a moment to catch his breath. When the heaving off Sungmin’s chest finally began to slow, Heechul slapped his behind once more, grinning even though he knew Sungmin couldn’t see. He took hold of the younger man’s bound wrists, tugging him backwards slightly.
“Get up, get on the bed.”
Sungmin struggled to get up without the use of his hands, and the fact that his legs felt like jelly didn’t help matters any. He’d forgotten just where exactly he was in Heechul’s bedroom, so he stepped forward cautiously on wobbly legs, inching himself forward until he felt his leg bump the frame of the older man’s bed. He climbed onto it carefully, or attempted to. Heechul was impatient though, giving Sungmin’s shoulder a shove and sending him tumbling down onto the bed on his back, hands still bound behind him. It caused Sungmin’s body to arch in such a beautiful fashion, and Heechul was tempted to just stand there and admire the helpless boy for the rest of the evening. His own pants were painfully tight though, that was the only thing that kept him from moving away and taking a seat just to watch Sungmin.
Sungmin heard a click of metal, and assumed correctly that Heechul was undoing his belt buckle. He heard a zipper being drawn down then, and the soft sound of Heechul’s pants hitting the floor. Since his hearing was the only sense that had been left to him, his ears were working overtime to make up for the lost of sight and touch. He heard Heechul step forward, heard the sheets crinkle beneath him even before he felt the bed dip slightly as Heechul climbed on. Hands pressed to Sungmin’s knees, pushing them just about as far apart as he could get them, giving himself plenty of room as he nestled himself against Sungmin’s body. He held himself steady, pressing in slowly just until the head of his arousal cleared the ring of muscle in Sungmin’s entrance.
He plunged in deeply then, pressing himself fully within Sungmin in one quick movement. Sungmin cried out again, body arching up to meet Heechul’s thrust as best he could.
“You’re such a little slut, you know that? Always so needy. I should just pull out and make you wait until you calm down.” Sungmin lifted his legs up then, wrapping them quickly around Heechul’s waist. He could only hope Heechul was teasing; though he wouldn’t be surprised at all of Heechul did exactly what he said. Heechul laughed though, both hands coming to smooth slowly along Sungmin’s thighs.
“You need it that badly, huh? What’s gotten into you? Is he being to nice again? Having one of his lovey dovey moments?” Heechul rocked back slightly before pressing in deeply to Sungmin once more. “Or maybe he’s just denying you all together. Mmm… I remember how it was last year when he was grading final exams, too busy to get you off at all. You came to spend some time with me… I forget just how many stains you made on my sheets. I lost track at ten.” He began to rock into him hard and fast then, not even considering the slow and sweet stuff. His thrusts were already jarring Sungmin’s body, but Sungmin loved every brutal moment of it. That much was obvious too, as he was already growing hard again. Heechul didn’t bother with stroking Sungmin to help him along either. He never did, he never needed to. Kim Heechul was just that damn good.
One hand did move to caress along Sungmin’s abdomen though, smoothing slowly upwards over his chest, letting a thumbnail rake over one of Sungmin’s nipples. He knew Sungmin liked things like that, he always did. He could tell just by the way it made the younger man’s body throb, the way it made his arousal bounce.
“You’re such a perverted little boy, Sungmin, getting off on shit like this. And to think you always use to have the fans fooled with all your pink and fluff. If they only knew how wicked you were… if they only knew about the things you did in the back of the tour bus…” His fingertips caressed over Sungmin’s collar bone before smoothing on up over the soft skin of his neck. “Remember the time Donghae caught you sucking Eunhyuk off? I thought he was going to blow a gasket, until you offered to blow him as well… dirty boy. You should be punished… again. Even though that was years ago.”
Heechul’s fingers slowly curled about Sungmin’s neck then, beginning to squeeze even as he pounded into him harder still, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. It was hard enough for Sungmin to breathe through his nose alone with his mouth gagged like that, but with Heechul’s hand tightening around his neck he could hardly breathe at all. Sungmin wasn’t panicking though; they’d done this plenty of times before. The lack of oxygen made him lightheaded, but that only served to make the sensations of pleasure even stronger.
Heechul impaled him with an almost brutal pace, powerful thrusts jarring Sungmin’s smaller frame each time. He knew Sungmin was getting close though, he could tell by the muffled moans and the way Sungmin’s body was throbbing.
“That’s it, you little slut. Cum for me, show me how good it feels. How much you like being treated like the dirty thing you are.”
With Heechul’s verbal coaxing Sungmin tumbled right over the edge and into pure bliss as his orgasm hit him. He came hard, spilling plenty of sticky liquid onto his own abdomen. Heechul pulled out rather abruptly then, slipping out from between Sungmin’s thighs to scramble upwards over the body beneath him. He straddled Sungmin’s chest with his own arousal in hand, pumping it quickly to bring himself to his own orgasm, seed splattering over the smooth skin of Sungmin’s face. Most went on his cheek, though some splattered over his lips and the gag between them.
Heechul slid off of him then, dropping down to sit on the bed, taking a moment or two to catch his own breath. He reached out to nudge Sungmin lightly, and being the obedient boy he was, Sungmin rolled onto his side. Heechul reached out to take a hold of the tie he’d used to bind Sungmin’s wrist, untying it and unwrapping it from the skin that had begun to redden. Sungmin rolled back then, resting on his back as he lifted his hands up to tug the gag off, then the blindfold, letting his tongue snake out to lick the remnants of Heechul from his lips. He took a deep breath then, sighing quite contentedly. It made Heechul laugh, and he reached out to lightly poke Sungmin in the side.
“Freak. How have you been?”
Sungmin shrugged, his voice slightly hoarse sounding as he spoke. “Been alright, same as always really. Got to play with Siwon last night though.”
Heechul blinked, brows furrowing slightly. “Siwon? Seriously?”
Sungmin nodded, tugging one of Heechul’s pillows beneath his head. “He’s been hanging around for a few days. Why? No one told you he was back?”
“No one tells me anything anymore…” He snorted softly, sliding from the bed to grab his pants. “That little fucker… once I get a hold of him…”
Sungmin snickered, turning his head to watch Heechul dress. “He’s at my place. I doubt he’s woken up yet, and if he is I’m sure Kyuhyun pounced on him.”
Heechul frowned once more, grabbing his keys. “Either way, I’m going to make sure his eyes are wide open by the time I’m done with him.”
A/N: It was not my original intention with this series to have Sungmin be a total slut... but it happened and I don't regret it one bit! I have one, perhaps two more planned after this, but after that, I'm out of ideas so I'm open to suggestions if you want to see this going. Also - I have a favor to ask. Share with me you favorite pictures of the boys, the 'normal' ones that might work for references for the 'grown-up' version of Super Junior in this story. I'm not talking publicity shots where they are caked with makeup and stuffed in fancy clothes, but the more casual ones that look like pictures normal people might take that would go in a photo album or something. I'm thinking of putting something together for the story, but also the past two days have been horribly shitty and I need something to cheer me up. Thank you in advance!