Pornathon Fics Set One
Crossover Challenge:
Some Kind of Warped Reality
Donghae/Hyukjae
Sailor Moon crossover
Rating: NC-17
A/N: I have no idea what this is. I clearly have a problem if this was the first fandom that came to me.
The first time it happened, Hyukjae was sure it was a dream, so he pushed it out of his mind and didn’t speak a word of it. While the thought of Donghae in a mini skirt was oddly appealing, he was sure he would die if he ever revealed that to the other man.
So the fact that he’s now standing in something that could only be described as a scandalous woman’s costume is more than a little startling. A white leotard with a navy skirt and bow isn’t exactly his definition of style.
“Hyukkie, don’t just stand there,” Donghae’s voice startles him out of how impractical white gloves and tiaras are, and has him whipping around to look for the source. If he wasn’t sure he was dreaming before, he has no reason to doubt it now. Donghae looks better than he remembers in his white and teal ensemble, but that probably has to do with the fact that he can see the majority of Donghae’s ass when he bends over to fix the strap of his high heel. “Minnie called and there’s a monster terrorizing the city! We need to go help him!”
Hyukjae can only seem to stare at the silly ponytail flopping around on the top of the other man’s head.
“You can see my tiara better!” Donghae exclaims as if reading his mind. “And look how it spins!” Hyukjae is sure that Donghae will lose his balance, but he manages to twirl rather gracefully right into his personal space.
“What- Why are we dressed like this? Did I lose some sort of bet that I don’t remember?” Hyukjae has no idea why Donghae is giggling and pulling him towards the closest shopping district, but he figures staying together staying together will benefit him most.
“As Sailor Uranus and Neptune we have a duty to protect the princess and the earth. I don’t know why you’re acting like you don’t know; we’ve been doing this for years.” Donghae stops and shifts his weight to one leg while his hands come to rest on his hips. Hyukjae nearly jumps him right there in the middle of the street.
Maybe he has a problem.
Somehow, he manages to shake himself out of his Donghae’s legs induced stupor and looks up at the other man. “Did you… Shave your legs?”
“Nope. Waxed ‘em.”
This time, he can’t resist, and manages to pull Donghae into some bushes along the side of the building closest to them. Donghae looks utterly startled, and his ponytail is askew, but Hyukjae has never found him sexier. If it’s a dream, it’s a damned good one.
“Hyukkie, what are you doing? We don’t have time for this!” Donghae starts to squirm and attempts to get up, but finds himself pinned to the ground with Hyukjae’s hands on his hips.
“Baby, we have all the time in the world when you look this good.” Hyukjae purrs, disregarding how rehearsed that line sounded. “No man could make that skirt look the way you do.
Donghae can only blush as Hyukjae’s hands slide over his thighs and under his skirt. They might be in public, but any shame leaves him when Hyukjae brushes his hand over his crotch and starts to pull his leotard aside. This is much kinkier than anything they’ve ever done, and a shiver runs up Donghae’s spine.
Hyukjae’s fingers are slick as they push into him and Donghae has to cover his mouth so he won’t raise any suspicion from the people milling about. But even his hand can’t muffle the sound he makes when Hyukjae thrusts into him with one swift motion, and Hyukjae leans in to silence him with a hungry kiss.
It’s gritty and dirty, and Donghae is sure he’s got grass stains all over his back, but it’s still somehow perfect. Hyukjae has always known just how to make him come undone, and Donghae sinks his teeth into Hyukjae’s neck as he comes all over his pretty little mini skirt.
Sungmin in pigtails and Kyuhyun in a top hat has Hyukjae barking with laughter.
“Damn it Hyukjae! How many times are you going to fuck him instead of helping us?” Sungmin shrieks, obviously noticing Donghae’s limp and the suspicious stains on both of their outfits.
Kyuhyun laughs like the smug bastard he is, and barely avoids the heart shaped wand thrown at him.
At least Hyukjae was spared the horror of seeing Kyuhyun in a mini skirt.
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Bonus Challenge: First Kisses
Zhou Mi/Sungmin
Rating: G
Zhou Mi tastes like peppermint and chocolate the first time Sungmin kisses him. Sweet and bright, and Sungmin can't help but think how fitting it is.
His lips are soft and their teeth bump into each other because he can't seem to stop smiling for even a minute, but Sungmin can't bring himself to care. Not even the hard lines of Zhou Mi's bony thighs below his ass bother him when Sungmin feels Mi's hands on either side of his waist, warmed by his coffee and almost timid where they settle.
"I was wondering if I was going to have to wait forever."
Zhou Mi's pink cheeks and flustered babbling have Sungmin kissing him all over again, even if he's the one laughing into it this time.
"You know Kui Xian is never going to leave us alone now, right? He's been bothering me for weeks now." Zhou Mi mumbles, fingers drawing circles on the small patch of skin where Sungmin's shirt has ridden up.
"That's because he's too shy to talk to those dancers, even though I've seen the looks they give him." Sungmin laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners.
Zhou Mi kisses him again, just because he can.
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High School AU Challenge
Temptation
Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi/Sungmin
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Student/ Teacher Relationship
Zhou Mi knows that it’s wrong, but somehow that fact makes it all the more enticing. He’s an educator. This is highly unethical, but they kept pushing; chipping away at his resistance until there wasn’t enough left to even deny how much he wanted them. It was probably all Sungmin, honestly. Kyuhyun might have been cunning and calculating, but there was something about the blond that screamed mastermind.
He had only started his first day when he heard a couple of girls in the hallway talking about them; how unfair it was that the two most beautiful senior boys only had eyes for each other. Zhou Mi thought it odd, but pushed the thought away until those same boys seated themselves in one desk in his last period class. Neither of them seemed to care that they were in public, and only broke apart when Sungmin felt a tap on his shoulder.
Looking back on it now, it was easy to see what the look they exchanged that day meant.
“Laoshi looks pretty today, doesn’t he, Kyu?” Sungmin purrs the moment he hears Kyuhyun clicking the lock of the classroom door closed. “Did you dress nice just for us, Mi-gege?”
Zhou Mi finds his voice caught in his throat when Sungmin’s advances leave him pressed against his desk with his pants falling down his slender hips. Almost every day has ended like this, so he isn’t quite sure why Sungmin falling to his knees surprises him anymore.
“Minnie asked you a question, gege. Aren’t you going to answer him?” Kyuhyun drawls as he somehow manages to slip himself between his teacher’s ass and his desk. A shiver runs up Zhou Mi’s spine and he somehow manages a rather unintelligent response as each button of his designer shirt is opened. Resistance has become futile.
“You’ve been thinking about us, haven’t you?” Sungmin asks, nuzzling the outline of Mi’s cock through the thin material of his boxer briefs. The look in his eyes is predatory, lips curved upward. “I know you were listening to us in the closet at lunch. Were you feeling left out?”
“W-what? I was g-grading papers during lunch.” Zhou Mi blurts out, hoping he sounds confident enough to convince them he wasn’t listening to Kyuhyun shoving his cock down Sungmin’s throat. He knows there’s no point in denying it, but that’s never stopped him before.
“I don’t know why you’re still so shy around us,” Kyuhyun chuckles, tossing his shirt aside and letting his hands slide over the pale expanse of Mi’s chest while licking slowly at the nape of his neck. “Just wait until you finally bring us home with you.” They both feel Zhou Mi stiffen, but know it’s all for show. It’s only a matter of time before they break down his resistance to that as well. They only have a few months before they graduate, then nothing will stand in their way.
“He’s right. We have all sorts of fun toys we want to share,” Sungmin hums, becoming impatient and all but yanking the last bit of clothing from his teacher’s body. “And you haven’t heard the way Kyuhyun screams for me; the way he’ll scream for you.”
Mi wants to protest, wants to tell them for the umpteenth time that this is all a bad idea, but Sungmin’s mouth feels heavenly, and Kyuhyun’s fingers are slick where they tease at his entrance. He knows what this would do to him if they were ever to be caught, but the two of them still invade his dreams and have him waking up feeling like a teenage boy.
“Don’t you want to see how flexible our Sungmin is?” Our. What a word to use. As if this whole thing isn’t something he should feel guilty about. As if it’s normal for a twenty six year old man to have two eighteen year old lovers.
Before he realizes it, both bodies pull away from him and leave him trembling for more. They have always known just the right things that leave him wanting more, and Sungmin bent over his desk with Kyuhyun on his knees behind him is definitely one of them.
“Aren’t you going to take care of him?” Kyuhyun asks, licking his lips and tearing open a foil packet when he’s on his feet again. “He’s been telling me how much he wants you to fuck him all day.”
Sungmin glances back, eyes clouded and a whimper caught in his throat.
Sometimes temptation is too much.
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Bonus Challenge: Human Moments
Kyuhyun/Sungmin
Rating: PG-13
Sungmin can tell that today is not his day.
The morning had started like just about any other day. Shower, get dressed, hopefully find a halfway decent looking piece of fruit in the basket on the kitchen table, and leave for work. Some days he would be lucky and run into that cute barista with the adorable Chinese accent when he picked up morning coffee for the staff, but today it was just the angry looking manager that nearly spilled the cups when he handed them over the counter. Heechul. He would have to remember to try and avoid him from now on. That was one headache he did not need.
Work was another nightmare that only seemed to get worse as the day went on. Apparently the Americano Kyuhyun wanted wasn't exactly the way he normally ordered it, so of course he, being his assistant, got the blunt of his anger. Happily, he simply threw the cup into the garbage instead of at one of the new sous chefs, saving Sungmin inconvenience.
"Sungmin! Where the hell is the Belgian chocolate I ordered?" Kyuhyun barks, teeth gritted. He's always been the type of person that is never satisfied, even if everything is going exactly the way he wants it to. "I thought you said it would be here yesterday, and it's nowhere in my kitchen!"
"Kyuhyun. It did come in yesterday. You were just too worried about that lemon curd to pay attention when I told you where I was putting it." Sungmin sighs, pulling the container out and handing it over to the taller man. Sometimes he wondered how one person could be so angry and high strung all the time. "You really must need to get laid."
Shit.
"What was that?" Kyuhyun asks, tone somehow becoming sharper than before. Sungmin knew all hell was about to break loose, and had no idea how to start damage control.
"N-Nothing! Sorry, that-" Sungmin stutters, "that came out wrong." You weren't supposed to hear that.
"I will see you in my office in 15 minutes. Do not be late if you value your job."
That certainly wasn't what he expected. He had thought Kyuhyun might even go as far as to throw the bowl of icing at him, but he simply turned on his heel and got back to what he was doing. What was he supposed to take from that?
The moment the door latches behind him, a jolt of paralyzing fear runs up Sungmin's spine and he has to take a deep breath before he looks up into the eyes of his superior. Though instead of looking angry, Kyuhyun has something of a smirk on his face and amusement dancing in his eyes. It's even scarier than having scalding coffee thrown in his face.
"So, you think I need to get laid, hmm?" Kyuhyun starts, crossing one leg over the other and letting his hands rest on his knee. Sungmin is reminded of a predator.
"I... I'm sorry, Kyuhyun. I really didn't mean to say that. I've just had a bad morning and you've been really touchy lately, so it just kind of came out." Sungmin babbles, eyes widening when he realizes that the white in front of him is not the wall, but Kyuhyun's chef's coat. His eyes finally land on Kyuhyun's face and he finds a full grin there. Sungmin is trapped and all he can think of is what this little slip up is going to do to his career.
"Maybe you should take better care of me then. Isn't that your job?" Kyuhyun all but purrs, fingers tracing over Sungmin's jaw. "I woke up lonely this morning, Min. You know that always puts me in a bad mood."
Sungmin swallows the lump in his throat, mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. He should have known it would turn out like this.
"When you mouth off to me in front of everyone else it makes me want to punish you." Kyuhyun's fingers curl in the hairs at the nape of his neck, causing Sungmin to gasp, facade almost breaking. "But that's what you want, isn't it? You want me to bend you over the desk and fuck you hard enough that you forget where we are. You want everyone to find out what we are, don't you, Minnie?"
Sungmin whimpers and it's all over. Kyuhyun has always known how to push his buttons, and today is no different. He's a complete asshole, and somehow it only turns him on more. There's nothing he can do to resist him.
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"Told you. I knew they were fucking. Hand it over." Hyukjae sniggers, elbowing his best friend in the ribs and holding out his hand.
"We all knew it, I just never thought they would do it here." Donghae grumbles, handing over a 50,000 won note with a pout.
Sungmin walks past and groans, cursing his life and the damn limp he can't hide.
Today is definitely not his day.
Some Kind of Warped Reality
Donghae/Hyukjae
Sailor Moon crossover
Rating: NC-17
A/N: I have no idea what this is. I clearly have a problem if this was the first fandom that came to me.
The first time it happened, Hyukjae was sure it was a dream, so he pushed it out of his mind and didn’t speak a word of it. While the thought of Donghae in a mini skirt was oddly appealing, he was sure he would die if he ever revealed that to the other man.
So the fact that he’s now standing in something that could only be described as a scandalous woman’s costume is more than a little startling. A white leotard with a navy skirt and bow isn’t exactly his definition of style.
“Hyukkie, don’t just stand there,” Donghae’s voice startles him out of how impractical white gloves and tiaras are, and has him whipping around to look for the source. If he wasn’t sure he was dreaming before, he has no reason to doubt it now. Donghae looks better than he remembers in his white and teal ensemble, but that probably has to do with the fact that he can see the majority of Donghae’s ass when he bends over to fix the strap of his high heel. “Minnie called and there’s a monster terrorizing the city! We need to go help him!”
Hyukjae can only seem to stare at the silly ponytail flopping around on the top of the other man’s head.
“You can see my tiara better!” Donghae exclaims as if reading his mind. “And look how it spins!” Hyukjae is sure that Donghae will lose his balance, but he manages to twirl rather gracefully right into his personal space.
“What- Why are we dressed like this? Did I lose some sort of bet that I don’t remember?” Hyukjae has no idea why Donghae is giggling and pulling him towards the closest shopping district, but he figures staying together staying together will benefit him most.
“As Sailor Uranus and Neptune we have a duty to protect the princess and the earth. I don’t know why you’re acting like you don’t know; we’ve been doing this for years.” Donghae stops and shifts his weight to one leg while his hands come to rest on his hips. Hyukjae nearly jumps him right there in the middle of the street.
Maybe he has a problem.
Somehow, he manages to shake himself out of his Donghae’s legs induced stupor and looks up at the other man. “Did you… Shave your legs?”
“Nope. Waxed ‘em.”
This time, he can’t resist, and manages to pull Donghae into some bushes along the side of the building closest to them. Donghae looks utterly startled, and his ponytail is askew, but Hyukjae has never found him sexier. If it’s a dream, it’s a damned good one.
“Hyukkie, what are you doing? We don’t have time for this!” Donghae starts to squirm and attempts to get up, but finds himself pinned to the ground with Hyukjae’s hands on his hips.
“Baby, we have all the time in the world when you look this good.” Hyukjae purrs, disregarding how rehearsed that line sounded. “No man could make that skirt look the way you do.
Donghae can only blush as Hyukjae’s hands slide over his thighs and under his skirt. They might be in public, but any shame leaves him when Hyukjae brushes his hand over his crotch and starts to pull his leotard aside. This is much kinkier than anything they’ve ever done, and a shiver runs up Donghae’s spine.
Hyukjae’s fingers are slick as they push into him and Donghae has to cover his mouth so he won’t raise any suspicion from the people milling about. But even his hand can’t muffle the sound he makes when Hyukjae thrusts into him with one swift motion, and Hyukjae leans in to silence him with a hungry kiss.
It’s gritty and dirty, and Donghae is sure he’s got grass stains all over his back, but it’s still somehow perfect. Hyukjae has always known just how to make him come undone, and Donghae sinks his teeth into Hyukjae’s neck as he comes all over his pretty little mini skirt.
Sungmin in pigtails and Kyuhyun in a top hat has Hyukjae barking with laughter.
“Damn it Hyukjae! How many times are you going to fuck him instead of helping us?” Sungmin shrieks, obviously noticing Donghae’s limp and the suspicious stains on both of their outfits.
Kyuhyun laughs like the smug bastard he is, and barely avoids the heart shaped wand thrown at him.
At least Hyukjae was spared the horror of seeing Kyuhyun in a mini skirt.
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Bonus Challenge: First Kisses
Zhou Mi/Sungmin
Rating: G
Zhou Mi tastes like peppermint and chocolate the first time Sungmin kisses him. Sweet and bright, and Sungmin can't help but think how fitting it is.
His lips are soft and their teeth bump into each other because he can't seem to stop smiling for even a minute, but Sungmin can't bring himself to care. Not even the hard lines of Zhou Mi's bony thighs below his ass bother him when Sungmin feels Mi's hands on either side of his waist, warmed by his coffee and almost timid where they settle.
"I was wondering if I was going to have to wait forever."
Zhou Mi's pink cheeks and flustered babbling have Sungmin kissing him all over again, even if he's the one laughing into it this time.
"You know Kui Xian is never going to leave us alone now, right? He's been bothering me for weeks now." Zhou Mi mumbles, fingers drawing circles on the small patch of skin where Sungmin's shirt has ridden up.
"That's because he's too shy to talk to those dancers, even though I've seen the looks they give him." Sungmin laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners.
Zhou Mi kisses him again, just because he can.
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High School AU Challenge
Temptation
Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi/Sungmin
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Student/ Teacher Relationship
Zhou Mi knows that it’s wrong, but somehow that fact makes it all the more enticing. He’s an educator. This is highly unethical, but they kept pushing; chipping away at his resistance until there wasn’t enough left to even deny how much he wanted them. It was probably all Sungmin, honestly. Kyuhyun might have been cunning and calculating, but there was something about the blond that screamed mastermind.
He had only started his first day when he heard a couple of girls in the hallway talking about them; how unfair it was that the two most beautiful senior boys only had eyes for each other. Zhou Mi thought it odd, but pushed the thought away until those same boys seated themselves in one desk in his last period class. Neither of them seemed to care that they were in public, and only broke apart when Sungmin felt a tap on his shoulder.
Looking back on it now, it was easy to see what the look they exchanged that day meant.
“Laoshi looks pretty today, doesn’t he, Kyu?” Sungmin purrs the moment he hears Kyuhyun clicking the lock of the classroom door closed. “Did you dress nice just for us, Mi-gege?”
Zhou Mi finds his voice caught in his throat when Sungmin’s advances leave him pressed against his desk with his pants falling down his slender hips. Almost every day has ended like this, so he isn’t quite sure why Sungmin falling to his knees surprises him anymore.
“Minnie asked you a question, gege. Aren’t you going to answer him?” Kyuhyun drawls as he somehow manages to slip himself between his teacher’s ass and his desk. A shiver runs up Zhou Mi’s spine and he somehow manages a rather unintelligent response as each button of his designer shirt is opened. Resistance has become futile.
“You’ve been thinking about us, haven’t you?” Sungmin asks, nuzzling the outline of Mi’s cock through the thin material of his boxer briefs. The look in his eyes is predatory, lips curved upward. “I know you were listening to us in the closet at lunch. Were you feeling left out?”
“W-what? I was g-grading papers during lunch.” Zhou Mi blurts out, hoping he sounds confident enough to convince them he wasn’t listening to Kyuhyun shoving his cock down Sungmin’s throat. He knows there’s no point in denying it, but that’s never stopped him before.
“I don’t know why you’re still so shy around us,” Kyuhyun chuckles, tossing his shirt aside and letting his hands slide over the pale expanse of Mi’s chest while licking slowly at the nape of his neck. “Just wait until you finally bring us home with you.” They both feel Zhou Mi stiffen, but know it’s all for show. It’s only a matter of time before they break down his resistance to that as well. They only have a few months before they graduate, then nothing will stand in their way.
“He’s right. We have all sorts of fun toys we want to share,” Sungmin hums, becoming impatient and all but yanking the last bit of clothing from his teacher’s body. “And you haven’t heard the way Kyuhyun screams for me; the way he’ll scream for you.”
Mi wants to protest, wants to tell them for the umpteenth time that this is all a bad idea, but Sungmin’s mouth feels heavenly, and Kyuhyun’s fingers are slick where they tease at his entrance. He knows what this would do to him if they were ever to be caught, but the two of them still invade his dreams and have him waking up feeling like a teenage boy.
“Don’t you want to see how flexible our Sungmin is?” Our. What a word to use. As if this whole thing isn’t something he should feel guilty about. As if it’s normal for a twenty six year old man to have two eighteen year old lovers.
Before he realizes it, both bodies pull away from him and leave him trembling for more. They have always known just the right things that leave him wanting more, and Sungmin bent over his desk with Kyuhyun on his knees behind him is definitely one of them.
“Aren’t you going to take care of him?” Kyuhyun asks, licking his lips and tearing open a foil packet when he’s on his feet again. “He’s been telling me how much he wants you to fuck him all day.”
Sungmin glances back, eyes clouded and a whimper caught in his throat.
Sometimes temptation is too much.
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Bonus Challenge: Human Moments
Kyuhyun/Sungmin
Rating: PG-13
Sungmin can tell that today is not his day.
The morning had started like just about any other day. Shower, get dressed, hopefully find a halfway decent looking piece of fruit in the basket on the kitchen table, and leave for work. Some days he would be lucky and run into that cute barista with the adorable Chinese accent when he picked up morning coffee for the staff, but today it was just the angry looking manager that nearly spilled the cups when he handed them over the counter. Heechul. He would have to remember to try and avoid him from now on. That was one headache he did not need.
Work was another nightmare that only seemed to get worse as the day went on. Apparently the Americano Kyuhyun wanted wasn't exactly the way he normally ordered it, so of course he, being his assistant, got the blunt of his anger. Happily, he simply threw the cup into the garbage instead of at one of the new sous chefs, saving Sungmin inconvenience.
"Sungmin! Where the hell is the Belgian chocolate I ordered?" Kyuhyun barks, teeth gritted. He's always been the type of person that is never satisfied, even if everything is going exactly the way he wants it to. "I thought you said it would be here yesterday, and it's nowhere in my kitchen!"
"Kyuhyun. It did come in yesterday. You were just too worried about that lemon curd to pay attention when I told you where I was putting it." Sungmin sighs, pulling the container out and handing it over to the taller man. Sometimes he wondered how one person could be so angry and high strung all the time. "You really must need to get laid."
Shit.
"What was that?" Kyuhyun asks, tone somehow becoming sharper than before. Sungmin knew all hell was about to break loose, and had no idea how to start damage control.
"N-Nothing! Sorry, that-" Sungmin stutters, "that came out wrong." You weren't supposed to hear that.
"I will see you in my office in 15 minutes. Do not be late if you value your job."
That certainly wasn't what he expected. He had thought Kyuhyun might even go as far as to throw the bowl of icing at him, but he simply turned on his heel and got back to what he was doing. What was he supposed to take from that?
The moment the door latches behind him, a jolt of paralyzing fear runs up Sungmin's spine and he has to take a deep breath before he looks up into the eyes of his superior. Though instead of looking angry, Kyuhyun has something of a smirk on his face and amusement dancing in his eyes. It's even scarier than having scalding coffee thrown in his face.
"So, you think I need to get laid, hmm?" Kyuhyun starts, crossing one leg over the other and letting his hands rest on his knee. Sungmin is reminded of a predator.
"I... I'm sorry, Kyuhyun. I really didn't mean to say that. I've just had a bad morning and you've been really touchy lately, so it just kind of came out." Sungmin babbles, eyes widening when he realizes that the white in front of him is not the wall, but Kyuhyun's chef's coat. His eyes finally land on Kyuhyun's face and he finds a full grin there. Sungmin is trapped and all he can think of is what this little slip up is going to do to his career.
"Maybe you should take better care of me then. Isn't that your job?" Kyuhyun all but purrs, fingers tracing over Sungmin's jaw. "I woke up lonely this morning, Min. You know that always puts me in a bad mood."
Sungmin swallows the lump in his throat, mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. He should have known it would turn out like this.
"When you mouth off to me in front of everyone else it makes me want to punish you." Kyuhyun's fingers curl in the hairs at the nape of his neck, causing Sungmin to gasp, facade almost breaking. "But that's what you want, isn't it? You want me to bend you over the desk and fuck you hard enough that you forget where we are. You want everyone to find out what we are, don't you, Minnie?"
Sungmin whimpers and it's all over. Kyuhyun has always known how to push his buttons, and today is no different. He's a complete asshole, and somehow it only turns him on more. There's nothing he can do to resist him.
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"Told you. I knew they were fucking. Hand it over." Hyukjae sniggers, elbowing his best friend in the ribs and holding out his hand.
"We all knew it, I just never thought they would do it here." Donghae grumbles, handing over a 50,000 won note with a pout.
Sungmin walks past and groans, cursing his life and the damn limp he can't hide.
Today is definitely not his day.