[Fic] It Isn't Always What It Seems to Be
It Isn't Always What It Seems to Be
by: quixotic_notes
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Sungmin/Eunhyuk
Rating: NC-17
AN: Holy shit, I have a 30 page paper due on Wednesday no where near finished and what am I doing? Writing smut. Clearly my priorities need to be reorganized.
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With a wide grin Eunhyuk stumbled towards the bar, keen on getting a fresh cup of water, or juice, or something to get him through the next song. The music beat in his blood, and he could've sworn his pulse was in sync with the song, ripping away his sense of self and submerging him deeper into the club scene. He hummed to himself, mouthing random pieces of lyrics to himself as he weaved past an affectionate couple, a maudlin drunk, a pair of interested eyes, and finally made his way to the bar.
“One water, please” he panted out.
The barkeeper nodded solemnly and reached for a glass, filled it carefully and set it down in an elegant movement. Swiftly, Eunhyuk picked up the cup and threw the drink back, only to slam the cup back down in disgust and surprise, his previously euphoric state successfully murdered.
“The hell Donghae! You know I promised Junsu not to drink!” Dark, narrowed eyes flashed angrily at the barkeeper, who only shrugged innocently.
“And we all know that you don't give a hoot about that promise, and neither does Junsu,” he replied smartly. Dutifully, Donghae reached for another glass before continuing, “The only reason you don't drink is because you're a complete lightweight.” With that he set the new glass on the counter, this time filled with water.
Eunhyuk frowned, taking a leisurely sip from his water. A silence settled between them as Donghae served another customers. Upon returning, the younger man leaned over the counter and poked Eunhyuk's cheek playfully.
“It's too late for any comeback you come up with to be valid you know,” he teased.
“I wasn't thinking of a comeback, I was thinking about what a waste of vodka that was right there. How much money did that bottle cost?” Finishing with the last of his water he added, “And I'm not paying for alcohol I didn't order.”
“Don't worry about the cost so much, more importantly, how are you ever going to build a tolerance for liquor if you refuse to touch it?”
“I told you I swore-“
“Oppa doesn't drink?” a sweet voice interrupted, startling both of the men. They turned to focus on the new character.
Smiling, she leaned up against the counter, confident and seductive. Her long legs were emphasized by pretty high heels and a baby pink dress that ended not even an inch under her butt cheeks. She flipped her long black hair flirtatiously, batting her long dark lashes innocently at the two dumbfounded men.
Donghae was the first to recollect his thoughts. “Yeah, he doesn't drink. He's too much of a lightweight to even smell liquor without becoming drunk,” smiling as Eunhyuk protested. “May I get you a drink, miss?”
“A POM Varadero,” she implored. Donghae nodded and began working on her drink. She turned back to Eunhyuk.
“Why don't you drink, oppa?” she asked, her tone more curious than mocking. Her big eyes widened even more, concentrating on the skinny man. He gulped nervously.
“I..um...” he stammered as the girl's gaze intensified, glinting with a hint of a hidden agenda, leaving him uncomfortable and antsy. “Am trying to build up my tolerance gradually,” he finished lamely. He resisted the urge to squirm under the girl's disbelieving stare.
“Really,” he added unbidden. If he concentrated, he could hear Donghae snicker behind his piles of alcoholic drinks. The ass.
“But oppa...” the girl whined softly, “how are you ever going to build up a tolerance if you don't drink?”
“Why do I need to build up a tolerance? All I have to do is not drink, right?” The girl started giggling and he pouted.
“Ahh~ oppa. You're so cute!”
“...huh?”
“Oppa, oppa!” A pale hand reached out to him, grabbing his arm in a gentle, yet firm grip. “Let's dance.'” And before he could muster up a protest, or any kind of coherent response, he was whisked away by the mysterious girl, Donghae's wolf whistle virtually inaudible underneath the pounding of blood in his head as he was dragged back into the loud, sweaty dance floor.
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This was okay, Eunhyuk thought as the girl ran her hands down his chest, slow and seductive. He moved to the music, hips swinging and arms around the girl's waist.
This was very okay, he amended, as a pair of hands slid off his torso and reached behind his hips and nails dragged across his buttocks lightly. He grunted and thrust his pelvic out, throwing his head back in ecstasy. Pressing a chuckle against Eunhyuks throat, she sucked her way up the pale column of his neck, lapping up droplets of sex. She dragged her nails back up, then down again, giving the man a firm squeeze eliciting a sigh from the man.
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Seductive, daring, and euphoric was the picture they made, and foreign hands grabbed at both of them. I quick squeeze there, a deliberate touch there. Sungmin could feel hands reaching under his dress and feeling up his bottom, giving him a burning arousal that he conveyed to Eunhyuk with white hot kisses and hard squeezes.
“Bathroom. Now.” he cried hoarsely, his voice losing the feminine quality he faked. A hand grabbed some of Eunhyuk's hair, yanking the boy's head back and left a whole new set of hickeys on his neck, darker than the first.
Eunhyuk complied quickly, stumbling through the crowd, weaving through whatever small gaps he could find between the masses. A rude body pushed him into a wall without apology or warning, stopping him momentarily. He staggered and tried to re-orientate himself, but was slammed against the wall yet again, this time by Sungmin.
“God I wanna fuck you.” Sungmin busied himself with kissing every available inch of flesh Eunhyuk had to offer, sucking and licking. Eunhyuk laughed breathlessly grinding his crotch against the other's arousal enthusiastically.
“You were a boy this entire time?” A particularly hard pinch on his left nipple caused him to moan loudly, sinking into the wall further. He reached up to massage the other one, grinning when he heard the other growl in a decidedly unfeminine manner.
With brutal strength, Sungmin ripped off Eunhyuk's shirt, eagerly exploring the new expanse in front of him. He ducked his head to lap one of the younger man's nipples, and lower to taste the salty sweat forming erotically on his skin.
He sunk down to his knees and sucked the front of Eunhyuk's jeans, eliciting another excited hip thrust and throaty moan. Fingers roamed around his jean-clad ass and thighs without reservation, making him hotter and looser.
Finally a deft hand undid his button, quickly followed by the quiet undoing of his zipper. The jeans and the underwear were tugged down painfully slow, exposing him to the rest of the club. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was aware of the perverseness of his position, but when Sungmin took his length into his mouth, he couldn't really care for decency. Not when the mouth on his dick caused such a delicious suction, not when he could feel the others short nails scratching his ass lightly, parting his cheeks and exposing him even more, not when moist fingers, (when had the other lubed them anyway?), sneaked into his asshole, penetrating him, probing him.
He let out an especially loud whine when the fingers started moving, stretching him open. He bucked his hips down, forcing them deeper in him and Sungmin's laughter vibrated around his cock before the elder dragged his lips off of him with a small pop.
“Such a slut,” Sungmin kissed him harshly, his tongue swiping through the other mouth. “Take off your jeans all the way, boy.” His mouth nearly watered with want as he watched Eunhyuk kick his jeans, letting them pool around his ankles. His erection stood at attention, raising the hem of his dress.
Sungmin tugged down the front of his panties, letting his erection spring free. Without much ado or delay he spread Eunhyuk's legs, leaning between them comfortably and rubbed their arousals together, drawing a nice gasp and guttural groan from both of them. He drew up one of Eunhyuk's thighs, letting it rest on his waist and thrust harder, panting into the the conjecture of the other's neck and collarbone. Not much later the other leg raised up on its own and wrapped itself around Sungmin's waist, accompanied by small demands such as, “Harder, baby, faster,” and “More...more!”
Eunhyuk squirmed, trying to create more friction. “Come on, baby,” he whispered, voice saturated with desire, “Come on and fuck me, babe.” His ass raised up slightly and soon he could feel the head of the Sungmin's cock pressing against his asshole firmly, promisingly. “Don't you want to fuck me? Didn't you say...didn't you say...” Ending his sentence such as he was filled with the other's girth.
He bounced on the Sungmin's erection, delirious with want and arousal. He screamed incoherent phrases, jumbling his words more with every punctuated thrust into him. He wrapped his arms around the older man, nails drawing fine red lines on his back.
Sometimes the man would thrust into him in such a way that his dick would hit it straight on, exciting his body. Other times he would angle himself just so that he would brush against his prostrate, driving Eunhyuk into a pleasurable hell.
Frenzied movements emphasized their primal lust, hands everywhere, on his face, in his hair, pinching his nipples, groping his ass, pushing his thighs apart wider. Eunhyuk moaned and screamed and squirmed and writhed, responding to all of the older man's simulations.
A dark chuckle, “Look at yourself.” More laughter and faster hip thrusting, making Eunhyuk yelp, “You look like you're getting your ass fucked by a girl.” The irony was thick in Sungmin's voice, and before Eunhyuk could even get the words through his mind Sungmin bit his right nipple and he came hard and fast, begging for more as the other filled his ass with cum.
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“You're being ridiculous, Eunhyuk.”
“Shut up and get me that damn POM Varadero.”
“You're practically asking to be raped in that outfit.”
“Goddammit bartender! Where the fuck is my drink?”
Donghae shook his head wearily and fashioned a cocktail for the older man. “I didn't tell you what days he came in so that you could dress up in a drag and embarrass yourself.”
“Shit! There he is!”
“Eunhyuk? Wait! What about your...” but the other was already long gone.
Sighing, Donghae kept a half eye on the boy as he approached Sungmin, this time dressed in regular clothes. He observed as two conversed, briefly and before long Eunhyuk was in the other man's lap sucking his face off.
“Well,” he muttered, taking a sip from the abandoned cocktail, “All is well that ends well, I suppose.”
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“Oppa...” A shy and hesitant voice caught Sungmin's attention. He turned and came to face the man he fucked last week, only this time dressed in a gray shirt and denim skirt. He smiled up at the taller man.
“Yes, is there anything I can do for you Miss...?”
“Lee. Lee Eunhyuk...Oppa...” Eunhyuk reached for Sungmin's arm, “What's your name?” And the next thing he knew he was falling into Sungmin's lap and his lips were sucked brutally. A hand sneaked under his skirt, feeling his ass up. Sungmin pulled away in confusion, spreading his hands out more and rubbing the area leisurely.
“A thong?” he asked, pleasantly surprised with Eunhyuk's dark blush. He slipped a finger under the thin fabric, pulling it away slightly and releasing it, creating a satisfying snap and a scandalized yelp. “What color is it?” he continued conversationally.
Eunhyuk blushed furiously as he rested his lips right above Sungmin's ear.
“Why don't you see for yourself? And he smirked internally witth victory as Sungmin growled and swiftly reversed their positions, pushing him into the couch with strong arms and stronger kisses.
END
by: quixotic_notes
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Sungmin/Eunhyuk
Rating: NC-17
AN: Holy shit, I have a 30 page paper due on Wednesday no where near finished and what am I doing? Writing smut. Clearly my priorities need to be reorganized.
:::
With a wide grin Eunhyuk stumbled towards the bar, keen on getting a fresh cup of water, or juice, or something to get him through the next song. The music beat in his blood, and he could've sworn his pulse was in sync with the song, ripping away his sense of self and submerging him deeper into the club scene. He hummed to himself, mouthing random pieces of lyrics to himself as he weaved past an affectionate couple, a maudlin drunk, a pair of interested eyes, and finally made his way to the bar.
“One water, please” he panted out.
The barkeeper nodded solemnly and reached for a glass, filled it carefully and set it down in an elegant movement. Swiftly, Eunhyuk picked up the cup and threw the drink back, only to slam the cup back down in disgust and surprise, his previously euphoric state successfully murdered.
“The hell Donghae! You know I promised Junsu not to drink!” Dark, narrowed eyes flashed angrily at the barkeeper, who only shrugged innocently.
“And we all know that you don't give a hoot about that promise, and neither does Junsu,” he replied smartly. Dutifully, Donghae reached for another glass before continuing, “The only reason you don't drink is because you're a complete lightweight.” With that he set the new glass on the counter, this time filled with water.
Eunhyuk frowned, taking a leisurely sip from his water. A silence settled between them as Donghae served another customers. Upon returning, the younger man leaned over the counter and poked Eunhyuk's cheek playfully.
“It's too late for any comeback you come up with to be valid you know,” he teased.
“I wasn't thinking of a comeback, I was thinking about what a waste of vodka that was right there. How much money did that bottle cost?” Finishing with the last of his water he added, “And I'm not paying for alcohol I didn't order.”
“Don't worry about the cost so much, more importantly, how are you ever going to build a tolerance for liquor if you refuse to touch it?”
“I told you I swore-“
“Oppa doesn't drink?” a sweet voice interrupted, startling both of the men. They turned to focus on the new character.
Smiling, she leaned up against the counter, confident and seductive. Her long legs were emphasized by pretty high heels and a baby pink dress that ended not even an inch under her butt cheeks. She flipped her long black hair flirtatiously, batting her long dark lashes innocently at the two dumbfounded men.
Donghae was the first to recollect his thoughts. “Yeah, he doesn't drink. He's too much of a lightweight to even smell liquor without becoming drunk,” smiling as Eunhyuk protested. “May I get you a drink, miss?”
“A POM Varadero,” she implored. Donghae nodded and began working on her drink. She turned back to Eunhyuk.
“Why don't you drink, oppa?” she asked, her tone more curious than mocking. Her big eyes widened even more, concentrating on the skinny man. He gulped nervously.
“I..um...” he stammered as the girl's gaze intensified, glinting with a hint of a hidden agenda, leaving him uncomfortable and antsy. “Am trying to build up my tolerance gradually,” he finished lamely. He resisted the urge to squirm under the girl's disbelieving stare.
“Really,” he added unbidden. If he concentrated, he could hear Donghae snicker behind his piles of alcoholic drinks. The ass.
“But oppa...” the girl whined softly, “how are you ever going to build up a tolerance if you don't drink?”
“Why do I need to build up a tolerance? All I have to do is not drink, right?” The girl started giggling and he pouted.
“Ahh~ oppa. You're so cute!”
“...huh?”
“Oppa, oppa!” A pale hand reached out to him, grabbing his arm in a gentle, yet firm grip. “Let's dance.'” And before he could muster up a protest, or any kind of coherent response, he was whisked away by the mysterious girl, Donghae's wolf whistle virtually inaudible underneath the pounding of blood in his head as he was dragged back into the loud, sweaty dance floor.
:::
This was okay, Eunhyuk thought as the girl ran her hands down his chest, slow and seductive. He moved to the music, hips swinging and arms around the girl's waist.
This was very okay, he amended, as a pair of hands slid off his torso and reached behind his hips and nails dragged across his buttocks lightly. He grunted and thrust his pelvic out, throwing his head back in ecstasy. Pressing a chuckle against Eunhyuks throat, she sucked her way up the pale column of his neck, lapping up droplets of sex. She dragged her nails back up, then down again, giving the man a firm squeeze eliciting a sigh from the man.
:::
Seductive, daring, and euphoric was the picture they made, and foreign hands grabbed at both of them. I quick squeeze there, a deliberate touch there. Sungmin could feel hands reaching under his dress and feeling up his bottom, giving him a burning arousal that he conveyed to Eunhyuk with white hot kisses and hard squeezes.
“Bathroom. Now.” he cried hoarsely, his voice losing the feminine quality he faked. A hand grabbed some of Eunhyuk's hair, yanking the boy's head back and left a whole new set of hickeys on his neck, darker than the first.
Eunhyuk complied quickly, stumbling through the crowd, weaving through whatever small gaps he could find between the masses. A rude body pushed him into a wall without apology or warning, stopping him momentarily. He staggered and tried to re-orientate himself, but was slammed against the wall yet again, this time by Sungmin.
“God I wanna fuck you.” Sungmin busied himself with kissing every available inch of flesh Eunhyuk had to offer, sucking and licking. Eunhyuk laughed breathlessly grinding his crotch against the other's arousal enthusiastically.
“You were a boy this entire time?” A particularly hard pinch on his left nipple caused him to moan loudly, sinking into the wall further. He reached up to massage the other one, grinning when he heard the other growl in a decidedly unfeminine manner.
With brutal strength, Sungmin ripped off Eunhyuk's shirt, eagerly exploring the new expanse in front of him. He ducked his head to lap one of the younger man's nipples, and lower to taste the salty sweat forming erotically on his skin.
He sunk down to his knees and sucked the front of Eunhyuk's jeans, eliciting another excited hip thrust and throaty moan. Fingers roamed around his jean-clad ass and thighs without reservation, making him hotter and looser.
Finally a deft hand undid his button, quickly followed by the quiet undoing of his zipper. The jeans and the underwear were tugged down painfully slow, exposing him to the rest of the club. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was aware of the perverseness of his position, but when Sungmin took his length into his mouth, he couldn't really care for decency. Not when the mouth on his dick caused such a delicious suction, not when he could feel the others short nails scratching his ass lightly, parting his cheeks and exposing him even more, not when moist fingers, (when had the other lubed them anyway?), sneaked into his asshole, penetrating him, probing him.
He let out an especially loud whine when the fingers started moving, stretching him open. He bucked his hips down, forcing them deeper in him and Sungmin's laughter vibrated around his cock before the elder dragged his lips off of him with a small pop.
“Such a slut,” Sungmin kissed him harshly, his tongue swiping through the other mouth. “Take off your jeans all the way, boy.” His mouth nearly watered with want as he watched Eunhyuk kick his jeans, letting them pool around his ankles. His erection stood at attention, raising the hem of his dress.
Sungmin tugged down the front of his panties, letting his erection spring free. Without much ado or delay he spread Eunhyuk's legs, leaning between them comfortably and rubbed their arousals together, drawing a nice gasp and guttural groan from both of them. He drew up one of Eunhyuk's thighs, letting it rest on his waist and thrust harder, panting into the the conjecture of the other's neck and collarbone. Not much later the other leg raised up on its own and wrapped itself around Sungmin's waist, accompanied by small demands such as, “Harder, baby, faster,” and “More...more!”
Eunhyuk squirmed, trying to create more friction. “Come on, baby,” he whispered, voice saturated with desire, “Come on and fuck me, babe.” His ass raised up slightly and soon he could feel the head of the Sungmin's cock pressing against his asshole firmly, promisingly. “Don't you want to fuck me? Didn't you say...didn't you say...” Ending his sentence such as he was filled with the other's girth.
He bounced on the Sungmin's erection, delirious with want and arousal. He screamed incoherent phrases, jumbling his words more with every punctuated thrust into him. He wrapped his arms around the older man, nails drawing fine red lines on his back.
Sometimes the man would thrust into him in such a way that his dick would hit it straight on, exciting his body. Other times he would angle himself just so that he would brush against his prostrate, driving Eunhyuk into a pleasurable hell.
Frenzied movements emphasized their primal lust, hands everywhere, on his face, in his hair, pinching his nipples, groping his ass, pushing his thighs apart wider. Eunhyuk moaned and screamed and squirmed and writhed, responding to all of the older man's simulations.
A dark chuckle, “Look at yourself.” More laughter and faster hip thrusting, making Eunhyuk yelp, “You look like you're getting your ass fucked by a girl.” The irony was thick in Sungmin's voice, and before Eunhyuk could even get the words through his mind Sungmin bit his right nipple and he came hard and fast, begging for more as the other filled his ass with cum.
:::
“You're being ridiculous, Eunhyuk.”
“Shut up and get me that damn POM Varadero.”
“You're practically asking to be raped in that outfit.”
“Goddammit bartender! Where the fuck is my drink?”
Donghae shook his head wearily and fashioned a cocktail for the older man. “I didn't tell you what days he came in so that you could dress up in a drag and embarrass yourself.”
“Shit! There he is!”
“Eunhyuk? Wait! What about your...” but the other was already long gone.
Sighing, Donghae kept a half eye on the boy as he approached Sungmin, this time dressed in regular clothes. He observed as two conversed, briefly and before long Eunhyuk was in the other man's lap sucking his face off.
“Well,” he muttered, taking a sip from the abandoned cocktail, “All is well that ends well, I suppose.”
:::
“Oppa...” A shy and hesitant voice caught Sungmin's attention. He turned and came to face the man he fucked last week, only this time dressed in a gray shirt and denim skirt. He smiled up at the taller man.
“Yes, is there anything I can do for you Miss...?”
“Lee. Lee Eunhyuk...Oppa...” Eunhyuk reached for Sungmin's arm, “What's your name?” And the next thing he knew he was falling into Sungmin's lap and his lips were sucked brutally. A hand sneaked under his skirt, feeling his ass up. Sungmin pulled away in confusion, spreading his hands out more and rubbing the area leisurely.
“A thong?” he asked, pleasantly surprised with Eunhyuk's dark blush. He slipped a finger under the thin fabric, pulling it away slightly and releasing it, creating a satisfying snap and a scandalized yelp. “What color is it?” he continued conversationally.
Eunhyuk blushed furiously as he rested his lips right above Sungmin's ear.
“Why don't you see for yourself? And he smirked internally witth victory as Sungmin growled and swiftly reversed their positions, pushing him into the couch with strong arms and stronger kisses.
END