.008 100 SUJU FICS CHALLENGE *L O C K E T*
Author:Ivelle
Pairing: Heechul x Sungmin, Sungmin x Heechul
Rating:XXX <---:P someone gets nekked more than once.
Summary: Heechul and Sungmin take a deeper look at their characters and discover who they really are.
Authors Note: This was really hard to write, so I would like to thank my lover for the sex ( what would I do with out you? Be miserable, I told you earlier. And I can't wait until we are 40 XD Let's just do it now, I think you are super hot anyway. And you wipe the sex floor with me ^.~), and my princess for the inspiration ( P.S. You know who you are :P )
It would have to be Sungmin. Heechul hadn’t felt the sensation of being inside of someone for what to him, might as well have been an eternity. It wasn’t in his character to do the pounding. He was a whiny, dumb, bitch. Siwon’s god like figure easily seduced him. Despite the younger one's cluelessness to the adult world, Heechul was still made to be the catcher in the relationship. That was, if he wasn’t listening to Hangeng moan his name in broken Korean. Possibly he was turning red from the dirty Chinese being whispered in his ear, it didn’t matter that he didn’t know a word of Chinese. Hangeng was just as ignorant as Siwon. Both steamy men had a magical effect over Heechul’s libido, which of course, turned him into a screaming bitch, begging to be pounded harder. This was how it was; this was Heechul’s character within Super Junior.
Heechul shook his head. What a load of bullshit. He was closer to Hangeng and Siwon, this was true. He wasn’t however, in constant sex mode just because those two were around. Heechul had never been touched by either of them, and had never thought about touching either of them. He was not always thinking about sex, at least not until now. He had always considered sex as a thing too obsessed over, he neither loved nor hated it. When he had it, it was nice, and Heechul was by no means ever the bottom. When he didn’t have sex, usually, he didn’t care. But it would have to be Sungmin.
Sungmin had barely ever been a passing thought to Heechul. They weren’t close and they weren’t friends. As far as Heechul was concerned they coexisted. Sungmin however, was now consuming all of Heechul’s thoughts. He knew he wouldn’t get over this mini obsession until he was deep inside the “danhobak prince.” He did not need Sungmin, but he needed his character.
Heechul stood up from his spot on the couch, walking to the kitchen. Heechul leaned against the doorframe observing Sungmin as he baked. Sungmin, stirred the contents of a bowl, wearing an offensively pink apron. The younger boy looked bored and completely uninterested in what he was doing. Heechul watched Sungmin dip his finger into the bowl of what he was stirring. He brought his long finger to his mouth and sucked on his finger. Heechul watched as Sungmin, made sure that his mouth and tongue “took care” of his finger. He had never witnessed a more sensual tasting. Heechul grinned and waited until it seemed Sungmin’s mouth had been satisfied, and cleared his throat.
Sungmin turned his head slowly, and in a second had become a new person. He smiled brightly and put his hands behind as back. It was as if the act he had just performed on himself was taboo. He was no longer Sungmin, he was the “danhobak prince.” Everything that little girls dreams were made of. Heechul was discomforted at how easily Sungmin gave into his character, but pushed those thoughts away, as he was only interested in, the “danhobak prince.” It was selfish, but so was Heechul, that at least the fans had gotten right, though he didn’t think he was as heartless as he was portrayed. He wouldn’t rape the “danhobak prince,” but he had no doubt that the “danhobak prince” would allow himself to become Heechul’s pet for a night of pure lust.
Heechul closed in on Sungmin. He wouldn’t consider himself a master seducer, but when he wanted something he most certainly got it. Sungmin backed up to the counter and bit his lower lip, and pouted in a cute way. “What do you want? I am baking hyung.”
The “danhobak prince” was disgustingly cute. It was good acting on Sungmin’s part. He wasn’t usually fond of cute things, but his “danhobak prince” was an exception. At least until his lust was fulfilled. Heechul reached out and gently grabbed Sungmin’s hand. “You were baking…but you seemed detached.” Heechul dipped Sungmin’s finger in the batter and brought his finger to his lips. “Don’t you think it will be more stimulating if someone does it for you?”
Sungmin’s eyebrows raised the slightest bit as he watched his finger slide past Heechul’s lips. He felt the velvet moistness of Heechul’s tongue roll along his finger, licking away the sweet batter. Heechul gave an approving moan at the taste of the batter and at the taste of Sungmin. He grazed his teeth teasingly against the finger before slowly pulling it out of his mouth.
Sungmin’s gaze then shifted up to Heechul’s satisfied eyes. A smirk twitched at the younger one’s lips. “What else can you do with that mouth of yours?”
*~*~*
Heechul relentlessly penetrated into Sungmin. The other’s snug walls caused such an erotic friction that Heechul’s hands ruthlessly dug into Sungmin’s tender spot above his hips. But that brutal feeling only made Sungmin writhe in bliss. That escalating pleasure of ecstasy invaded both of them, bringing them to the verge of fierce release.
Sungmin roughly yanked at Heechul’s hair, causing a hiss to emit from the other. He could care less though as he shoved their mouths together in a bruising kiss, where he bit Heechul’s bottom lip before flicking his tongue against it. Heechul could only moan into the other’s mouth as he felt Sungmin finally reach his climax. His body shuddered as he broke the kiss, throwing his head back as the last remnants of his orgasm rushed through him. Heechul grit his teeth feeling the other tighten around him and he squeezed his eyes shut, letting himself shoot his seed satisfyingly into Sungmin.
Hot pants slowly turned to deep breaths. Sungmin smiled as he was sprawled out, his body already losing heat. He glanced over to Heechul but his eyes widened and he quickly sat up. Heechul was already slipping on his pants and tugging on his shirt. Without even a glimpse towards Sungmin, Heechul pulled open the door and left. Sungmin stared for a few seconds blankly, then his fox-eyes narrowed in the slightest amount at the door.
~~~~~~
Sungmin stared blankly at the ceiling, playing with the locket around his neck.
He was not thinking deeply about his act of intimacy with Heechul. He was however, considering the appropriate time to have Heechul return the favor. Normally he would not hear of anyone using him, but you have to give to get. This was Sungmin’s reasoning for becoming Heechul’s pet for this one time. That and he was intrigued, as for the most part Heechul was a mystery to him. They weren’t close and they weren’t friends. He knew Heechul’s character well enough to at least tell that he did not submit himself to “Cinderlla”. Now though, at least though, he expected Heechul to be the “Cinderella” to his anti-prince.
He smiled thinking about his own character within the band. Sungmin was the “danhobak prince.” He was cute on the surface, blatantly displaying his love for all things adorable. Everything girls dreams were made of. Sungmin loved pumpkin, and he loved pink. This was not his problem, because it was true. Sungmin was a devious sex kitten whose purpose was to endlessly tease the other members of the group into having their way with him. No matter how much Sungmin knew about seducing people, he was the bottom in all situations. Shindong would show Sungmin a new dance and they would have sex. Kyuhyun tricked Sungmin into believing he was innocent, but then turned on his sex drive and wiped the floor with Sungmin. He did not mind the stories, but he did not want to be seen as the whipping boy of Super Junior. Sungmin enjoyed sex, but not so much that he would allow himself to be humiliated in bed. He at least wanted somebody who would be versatile with him.
Sungmin sat up to the sound of Heechul’s voice in the living room. He grinned and walked out of his room. “Are you looking for someone?” Heechul was wearing an obnoxious pink cowboy hat, with an obnoxious pink shirt and even more obnoxious pajama bottoms.
Heechul raised an eyebrow as he was not with the “danhobak prince” but what he supposed was Sungmin’s more natural self. He gave a sassy grin and played with the locket around his neck. Sungmin was wearing a black ribbed sweater that complimented his tight muscles and a pair of worn jeans that complimented his butt. None of this, however mattered to Heechul. Sungmin had a look of uncontrolled lust in his eyes. Heechul smirked, understanding the role he would have to play. It was the least he could do.
“I was looking for Ryeowook but since he isn’t here, I will leave then.” Heechul’s tone was extra bitchy. Like Sungmin was the last person he would want to be stuck in a moment.
“Hold on a moment Cinderella.” Sungmin placed his palm against Heechul’s chest and pushed him against the front door. “I didn’t say you could leave.”
Heechul shot Sungmin a glare, glancing down at the other’s hand on him. “Yo, get off,” Heechul threatened. But he didn’t have time to carry out any threats as he heard the sound of raw skin being slapped. He hissed as he reached up to touch his cheek. “What the f-“
Another severe slap and Heechul scowled not liking it one bit.
“Bitches deserve to be slapped.”
Heechul was now both pissed and nervous. He went to push Sungmin off of him but the other didn’t even move an inch. Instead Sungmin securely wrapped his hand around Heechul’s wrist and without a second thought, he dragged a protesting Heechul towards his room.
Sungmin perpetually sent small, rough pushes at Heechul’s chest, driving Heechul backwards one unsteady step at a time. Heechul felt the edge of the bed jut into the back of his knees and he toppled back onto the bed, bouncing a little. He tried to straighten up to at least defend himself in some way, but not another moment passed before Sungmin was shoving him flat against the bed.
The anti-prince was seductively straddling the guilty as charged Cinderella. His fingers slowly walked up Heechul’s chest until they grabbed his chin. He leaned down so his mouth hovered hotly by his ear. “You think you can use me like that? You think you can just do what you want at your own bidding?” Sungmin lulled his tongue along the curve of Heechul’s ear. “Well I’m not some pet. But you will certainly be my bitch.” Sungmin bit down on Heechul’s lobe causing him to gasp and turn his head away.
In a matter of seconds, Sungmin’s nimble hands had tugged, yanked, and ripped off Heechul’s hideous shirt. Right away on the unblemished skin, Sungmin dragged his nails down Heechul’s chest, getting aroused at the trail of red marks. Heechul immediately went to push Sungmin’s hands away but he suddenly felt another hard smack to his face. “Deal with it, bitch.” Sungmin smirked, keeping his sensual gaze on the other’s eyes as he bent down to graze his teeth against a pert nipple. At the same time, he rocked his hips into Heechul who defiantly bit his lip, refusing to let out a noise of pleasure. He was not going to be anyone’s bitch!
Sungmin didn’t care if the other made a noise or not. He just wanted the triumph of pushing the other’s face into the bed as he hit him from behind. With that thought in mind, Sungmin’s taekkyon trained body hopped off of Heechul. “Turn around,” Sungmin ordered.
However, Heechul saw this as an opportunity to get the hell out of here. He quickly sat up and lunged for the floor but blinked, as he was slammed back down onto the bed. He sighed, scowling, and shook his head. “N-“ But he should’ve known before he responded. He touched his raw cheek for what seemed the hundredth time today. When he saw Sungmin raise his hand again for another slap, Heechul grudgingly rolled over onto his stomach.
Sungmin smiled, pleased with the result. Now he just had to get rid of these atrocious pants. He viciously pulled them off and tossed them over his shoulder like old cabbage. ((kidding about the old cabbage)). But with the other completely naked, Sungmin began to work on his own clothes. He lithely slid his sweater off, then undid his pants. It took a few urgent pushes in order to get the nicely fit jeans off his shapely legs.
When he tossed his last article of clothing to the ground, he could hear Heechul whine with apprehension. Sungmin giggled at that, but when he spoke his voice was icy. “Now you’re starting to act like how you should.” Sungmin then ran his hands smoothly up the back of Heechul’s thighs. He could feel the other’s muscles tensing beneath and he smirked to himself. His hands wandered up to Heechul’s lower back where Sungmin leaned forward, putting his weight on his hands. As he did this, he slid his hips forward until his length had prodded at Heechul’s rear.
“Fuck,” Heechul muttered. Even if he tried to get up he knew he wouldn’t be able to with Sungmin’s weight on him
“What a dirty mouth,” Sungmin chastised. “That’s not fit for Cinderella.” The way he emphasized the nickname sent an electrifying shudder through Heechul. But he dug his hands into the mattress as he felt that hardening tip brushing against him back there. A surprised intake of breath issued from him and he inwardly cursed again.
Sungmin didn’t even bother being nice and using lubrication. This was his payback. After locating the other’s entrance, Sungmin slowly began to guide himself into Heechul’s hot tightness. He sighed in delightful pleasure as he sank further inside.
Heechul on the other hand was squirming slightly as he was utterly tense. He knew though the more he tensed and tried to refrain, the more it would hurt. So he stuck with it, baring his teeth, as he felt Sungmin’s hardened length gradually glide out of him, only to advance back in. All of a sudden, Sungmin gave a rather sharp thrust and a whimper reflexively fell from Heechul’s mouth.
A thrilled flicker came to Sungmin’s eyes hearing Heechul finally becoming submissive into a bitch. Wanting to hear more whines, Sungmin entangled his hand into Heechul’s hair, wrenching his head up so that any sound could be heard more.
Heechul drew in a deep breath, lifting one of his hands to clutch Sungmin’s hand yanking at his hair. Sungmin used his other hand to slap away Heechul’s attempt to free his hair. “I told you to deal with it,” Sungmin snapped. But getting annoyed at having to hold the other’s head up, he mercilessly pushed his face down into the bed. Then he went back to business, retracting himself from Heechul and instantly ramming himself back in.
To coax the other into more reactions, Sungmin slipped a hand underneath Heechul’s hips. He found the other’s member, and almost laughed right there feeling how hard it is. “So the little bitch likes it?” Sungmin mocked, feeling more drive to slam himself continually into those tight depths. He even shifted his position a bit, to angle himself in a way so that each impaling thrust would hit the other’s sweet spot.
Heechul had no control over his body anymore. By now he was receiving waves of pleasure after waves of intensifying pleasure. His scratchy voice was even shamelessly mewling into the bed. His hips heedfully rocked back against Sungmin’s body, and jerked forward into Sungmin’s hand. Every inch of him was aching for more pleasure. He hated it.
Soon Sungmin was feeling that inviting rousing within him. He knew his peak would be reached soon. By the way Heechul was twisting beneath him he knew the other was too. Finally a hard, deep thrust caused Heechul’s inner muscles to tighten around Sungmin. He pulled his hand out from underneath Heechul so it wouldn’t get coated with the other’s seed. Then he elicited a moan, hearing Heechul letting out one too. He released himself right inside the Cinderella.
After the last ripples of their climax washed away, Sungmin stared down distastefully at Heechul’s unmarred back. As a last marking of this event where Heechul was his whining bitch, Sungmin gleefully raked his fingernails down his back to match the red trails on his chest. He smirked triumphantly hearing Heechul’s hisses of dislike. Sungmin dismounted the other and went over to his desk, wiping himself clean. Then he pulled off his robe from its hook, and wrapped it around himself.
Heechul was seething from the bed knowing he would very well feel this encounter later on. He wondered if he’d be able to walk straight. He looked up from the bed to see what Sungmin was doing, but as soon he saw the other his eyes widened and he had the most offended look on his face. There Sungmin was, casually leaning against the bed’s headboard. A fag was loosely hanging from his index and middle finger as he inhaled the stick, only to blow a puff of smoke in Heechul’s direction. An amused smile was evident on Sungmin’s lips. “I don't like your face, get the fuck out.”
Pairing: Heechul x Sungmin, Sungmin x Heechul
Rating:XXX <---:P someone gets nekked more than once.
Summary: Heechul and Sungmin take a deeper look at their characters and discover who they really are.
Authors Note: This was really hard to write, so I would like to thank my lover for the sex ( what would I do with out you? Be miserable, I told you earlier. And I can't wait until we are 40 XD Let's just do it now, I think you are super hot anyway. And you wipe the sex floor with me ^.~), and my princess for the inspiration ( P.S. You know who you are :P )
It would have to be Sungmin. Heechul hadn’t felt the sensation of being inside of someone for what to him, might as well have been an eternity. It wasn’t in his character to do the pounding. He was a whiny, dumb, bitch. Siwon’s god like figure easily seduced him. Despite the younger one's cluelessness to the adult world, Heechul was still made to be the catcher in the relationship. That was, if he wasn’t listening to Hangeng moan his name in broken Korean. Possibly he was turning red from the dirty Chinese being whispered in his ear, it didn’t matter that he didn’t know a word of Chinese. Hangeng was just as ignorant as Siwon. Both steamy men had a magical effect over Heechul’s libido, which of course, turned him into a screaming bitch, begging to be pounded harder. This was how it was; this was Heechul’s character within Super Junior.
Heechul shook his head. What a load of bullshit. He was closer to Hangeng and Siwon, this was true. He wasn’t however, in constant sex mode just because those two were around. Heechul had never been touched by either of them, and had never thought about touching either of them. He was not always thinking about sex, at least not until now. He had always considered sex as a thing too obsessed over, he neither loved nor hated it. When he had it, it was nice, and Heechul was by no means ever the bottom. When he didn’t have sex, usually, he didn’t care. But it would have to be Sungmin.
Sungmin had barely ever been a passing thought to Heechul. They weren’t close and they weren’t friends. As far as Heechul was concerned they coexisted. Sungmin however, was now consuming all of Heechul’s thoughts. He knew he wouldn’t get over this mini obsession until he was deep inside the “danhobak prince.” He did not need Sungmin, but he needed his character.
Heechul stood up from his spot on the couch, walking to the kitchen. Heechul leaned against the doorframe observing Sungmin as he baked. Sungmin, stirred the contents of a bowl, wearing an offensively pink apron. The younger boy looked bored and completely uninterested in what he was doing. Heechul watched Sungmin dip his finger into the bowl of what he was stirring. He brought his long finger to his mouth and sucked on his finger. Heechul watched as Sungmin, made sure that his mouth and tongue “took care” of his finger. He had never witnessed a more sensual tasting. Heechul grinned and waited until it seemed Sungmin’s mouth had been satisfied, and cleared his throat.
Sungmin turned his head slowly, and in a second had become a new person. He smiled brightly and put his hands behind as back. It was as if the act he had just performed on himself was taboo. He was no longer Sungmin, he was the “danhobak prince.” Everything that little girls dreams were made of. Heechul was discomforted at how easily Sungmin gave into his character, but pushed those thoughts away, as he was only interested in, the “danhobak prince.” It was selfish, but so was Heechul, that at least the fans had gotten right, though he didn’t think he was as heartless as he was portrayed. He wouldn’t rape the “danhobak prince,” but he had no doubt that the “danhobak prince” would allow himself to become Heechul’s pet for a night of pure lust.
Heechul closed in on Sungmin. He wouldn’t consider himself a master seducer, but when he wanted something he most certainly got it. Sungmin backed up to the counter and bit his lower lip, and pouted in a cute way. “What do you want? I am baking hyung.”
The “danhobak prince” was disgustingly cute. It was good acting on Sungmin’s part. He wasn’t usually fond of cute things, but his “danhobak prince” was an exception. At least until his lust was fulfilled. Heechul reached out and gently grabbed Sungmin’s hand. “You were baking…but you seemed detached.” Heechul dipped Sungmin’s finger in the batter and brought his finger to his lips. “Don’t you think it will be more stimulating if someone does it for you?”
Sungmin’s eyebrows raised the slightest bit as he watched his finger slide past Heechul’s lips. He felt the velvet moistness of Heechul’s tongue roll along his finger, licking away the sweet batter. Heechul gave an approving moan at the taste of the batter and at the taste of Sungmin. He grazed his teeth teasingly against the finger before slowly pulling it out of his mouth.
Sungmin’s gaze then shifted up to Heechul’s satisfied eyes. A smirk twitched at the younger one’s lips. “What else can you do with that mouth of yours?”
*~*~*
Heechul relentlessly penetrated into Sungmin. The other’s snug walls caused such an erotic friction that Heechul’s hands ruthlessly dug into Sungmin’s tender spot above his hips. But that brutal feeling only made Sungmin writhe in bliss. That escalating pleasure of ecstasy invaded both of them, bringing them to the verge of fierce release.
Sungmin roughly yanked at Heechul’s hair, causing a hiss to emit from the other. He could care less though as he shoved their mouths together in a bruising kiss, where he bit Heechul’s bottom lip before flicking his tongue against it. Heechul could only moan into the other’s mouth as he felt Sungmin finally reach his climax. His body shuddered as he broke the kiss, throwing his head back as the last remnants of his orgasm rushed through him. Heechul grit his teeth feeling the other tighten around him and he squeezed his eyes shut, letting himself shoot his seed satisfyingly into Sungmin.
Hot pants slowly turned to deep breaths. Sungmin smiled as he was sprawled out, his body already losing heat. He glanced over to Heechul but his eyes widened and he quickly sat up. Heechul was already slipping on his pants and tugging on his shirt. Without even a glimpse towards Sungmin, Heechul pulled open the door and left. Sungmin stared for a few seconds blankly, then his fox-eyes narrowed in the slightest amount at the door.
~~~~~~
Sungmin stared blankly at the ceiling, playing with the locket around his neck.
He was not thinking deeply about his act of intimacy with Heechul. He was however, considering the appropriate time to have Heechul return the favor. Normally he would not hear of anyone using him, but you have to give to get. This was Sungmin’s reasoning for becoming Heechul’s pet for this one time. That and he was intrigued, as for the most part Heechul was a mystery to him. They weren’t close and they weren’t friends. He knew Heechul’s character well enough to at least tell that he did not submit himself to “Cinderlla”. Now though, at least though, he expected Heechul to be the “Cinderella” to his anti-prince.
He smiled thinking about his own character within the band. Sungmin was the “danhobak prince.” He was cute on the surface, blatantly displaying his love for all things adorable. Everything girls dreams were made of. Sungmin loved pumpkin, and he loved pink. This was not his problem, because it was true. Sungmin was a devious sex kitten whose purpose was to endlessly tease the other members of the group into having their way with him. No matter how much Sungmin knew about seducing people, he was the bottom in all situations. Shindong would show Sungmin a new dance and they would have sex. Kyuhyun tricked Sungmin into believing he was innocent, but then turned on his sex drive and wiped the floor with Sungmin. He did not mind the stories, but he did not want to be seen as the whipping boy of Super Junior. Sungmin enjoyed sex, but not so much that he would allow himself to be humiliated in bed. He at least wanted somebody who would be versatile with him.
Sungmin sat up to the sound of Heechul’s voice in the living room. He grinned and walked out of his room. “Are you looking for someone?” Heechul was wearing an obnoxious pink cowboy hat, with an obnoxious pink shirt and even more obnoxious pajama bottoms.
Heechul raised an eyebrow as he was not with the “danhobak prince” but what he supposed was Sungmin’s more natural self. He gave a sassy grin and played with the locket around his neck. Sungmin was wearing a black ribbed sweater that complimented his tight muscles and a pair of worn jeans that complimented his butt. None of this, however mattered to Heechul. Sungmin had a look of uncontrolled lust in his eyes. Heechul smirked, understanding the role he would have to play. It was the least he could do.
“I was looking for Ryeowook but since he isn’t here, I will leave then.” Heechul’s tone was extra bitchy. Like Sungmin was the last person he would want to be stuck in a moment.
“Hold on a moment Cinderella.” Sungmin placed his palm against Heechul’s chest and pushed him against the front door. “I didn’t say you could leave.”
Heechul shot Sungmin a glare, glancing down at the other’s hand on him. “Yo, get off,” Heechul threatened. But he didn’t have time to carry out any threats as he heard the sound of raw skin being slapped. He hissed as he reached up to touch his cheek. “What the f-“
Another severe slap and Heechul scowled not liking it one bit.
“Bitches deserve to be slapped.”
Heechul was now both pissed and nervous. He went to push Sungmin off of him but the other didn’t even move an inch. Instead Sungmin securely wrapped his hand around Heechul’s wrist and without a second thought, he dragged a protesting Heechul towards his room.
Sungmin perpetually sent small, rough pushes at Heechul’s chest, driving Heechul backwards one unsteady step at a time. Heechul felt the edge of the bed jut into the back of his knees and he toppled back onto the bed, bouncing a little. He tried to straighten up to at least defend himself in some way, but not another moment passed before Sungmin was shoving him flat against the bed.
The anti-prince was seductively straddling the guilty as charged Cinderella. His fingers slowly walked up Heechul’s chest until they grabbed his chin. He leaned down so his mouth hovered hotly by his ear. “You think you can use me like that? You think you can just do what you want at your own bidding?” Sungmin lulled his tongue along the curve of Heechul’s ear. “Well I’m not some pet. But you will certainly be my bitch.” Sungmin bit down on Heechul’s lobe causing him to gasp and turn his head away.
In a matter of seconds, Sungmin’s nimble hands had tugged, yanked, and ripped off Heechul’s hideous shirt. Right away on the unblemished skin, Sungmin dragged his nails down Heechul’s chest, getting aroused at the trail of red marks. Heechul immediately went to push Sungmin’s hands away but he suddenly felt another hard smack to his face. “Deal with it, bitch.” Sungmin smirked, keeping his sensual gaze on the other’s eyes as he bent down to graze his teeth against a pert nipple. At the same time, he rocked his hips into Heechul who defiantly bit his lip, refusing to let out a noise of pleasure. He was not going to be anyone’s bitch!
Sungmin didn’t care if the other made a noise or not. He just wanted the triumph of pushing the other’s face into the bed as he hit him from behind. With that thought in mind, Sungmin’s taekkyon trained body hopped off of Heechul. “Turn around,” Sungmin ordered.
However, Heechul saw this as an opportunity to get the hell out of here. He quickly sat up and lunged for the floor but blinked, as he was slammed back down onto the bed. He sighed, scowling, and shook his head. “N-“ But he should’ve known before he responded. He touched his raw cheek for what seemed the hundredth time today. When he saw Sungmin raise his hand again for another slap, Heechul grudgingly rolled over onto his stomach.
Sungmin smiled, pleased with the result. Now he just had to get rid of these atrocious pants. He viciously pulled them off and tossed them over his shoulder like old cabbage. ((kidding about the old cabbage)). But with the other completely naked, Sungmin began to work on his own clothes. He lithely slid his sweater off, then undid his pants. It took a few urgent pushes in order to get the nicely fit jeans off his shapely legs.
When he tossed his last article of clothing to the ground, he could hear Heechul whine with apprehension. Sungmin giggled at that, but when he spoke his voice was icy. “Now you’re starting to act like how you should.” Sungmin then ran his hands smoothly up the back of Heechul’s thighs. He could feel the other’s muscles tensing beneath and he smirked to himself. His hands wandered up to Heechul’s lower back where Sungmin leaned forward, putting his weight on his hands. As he did this, he slid his hips forward until his length had prodded at Heechul’s rear.
“Fuck,” Heechul muttered. Even if he tried to get up he knew he wouldn’t be able to with Sungmin’s weight on him
“What a dirty mouth,” Sungmin chastised. “That’s not fit for Cinderella.” The way he emphasized the nickname sent an electrifying shudder through Heechul. But he dug his hands into the mattress as he felt that hardening tip brushing against him back there. A surprised intake of breath issued from him and he inwardly cursed again.
Sungmin didn’t even bother being nice and using lubrication. This was his payback. After locating the other’s entrance, Sungmin slowly began to guide himself into Heechul’s hot tightness. He sighed in delightful pleasure as he sank further inside.
Heechul on the other hand was squirming slightly as he was utterly tense. He knew though the more he tensed and tried to refrain, the more it would hurt. So he stuck with it, baring his teeth, as he felt Sungmin’s hardened length gradually glide out of him, only to advance back in. All of a sudden, Sungmin gave a rather sharp thrust and a whimper reflexively fell from Heechul’s mouth.
A thrilled flicker came to Sungmin’s eyes hearing Heechul finally becoming submissive into a bitch. Wanting to hear more whines, Sungmin entangled his hand into Heechul’s hair, wrenching his head up so that any sound could be heard more.
Heechul drew in a deep breath, lifting one of his hands to clutch Sungmin’s hand yanking at his hair. Sungmin used his other hand to slap away Heechul’s attempt to free his hair. “I told you to deal with it,” Sungmin snapped. But getting annoyed at having to hold the other’s head up, he mercilessly pushed his face down into the bed. Then he went back to business, retracting himself from Heechul and instantly ramming himself back in.
To coax the other into more reactions, Sungmin slipped a hand underneath Heechul’s hips. He found the other’s member, and almost laughed right there feeling how hard it is. “So the little bitch likes it?” Sungmin mocked, feeling more drive to slam himself continually into those tight depths. He even shifted his position a bit, to angle himself in a way so that each impaling thrust would hit the other’s sweet spot.
Heechul had no control over his body anymore. By now he was receiving waves of pleasure after waves of intensifying pleasure. His scratchy voice was even shamelessly mewling into the bed. His hips heedfully rocked back against Sungmin’s body, and jerked forward into Sungmin’s hand. Every inch of him was aching for more pleasure. He hated it.
Soon Sungmin was feeling that inviting rousing within him. He knew his peak would be reached soon. By the way Heechul was twisting beneath him he knew the other was too. Finally a hard, deep thrust caused Heechul’s inner muscles to tighten around Sungmin. He pulled his hand out from underneath Heechul so it wouldn’t get coated with the other’s seed. Then he elicited a moan, hearing Heechul letting out one too. He released himself right inside the Cinderella.
After the last ripples of their climax washed away, Sungmin stared down distastefully at Heechul’s unmarred back. As a last marking of this event where Heechul was his whining bitch, Sungmin gleefully raked his fingernails down his back to match the red trails on his chest. He smirked triumphantly hearing Heechul’s hisses of dislike. Sungmin dismounted the other and went over to his desk, wiping himself clean. Then he pulled off his robe from its hook, and wrapped it around himself.
Heechul was seething from the bed knowing he would very well feel this encounter later on. He wondered if he’d be able to walk straight. He looked up from the bed to see what Sungmin was doing, but as soon he saw the other his eyes widened and he had the most offended look on his face. There Sungmin was, casually leaning against the bed’s headboard. A fag was loosely hanging from his index and middle finger as he inhaled the stick, only to blow a puff of smoke in Heechul’s direction. An amused smile was evident on Sungmin’s lips. “I don't like your face, get the fuck out.”