Supah-fly 3/?
Title: Supah-fly 3/?
Author: a_life_defiant
Paring: TaeKey, JongHo Onew/various SuJu members
Genre: Crack, humor
Rating:NC-17 (language, crudeness, SEX *gasp*)
Summary: Superheros lead interesting lives. AKA, take a big bowl of cliche, add in some superpowers, and then *nom nom nom* (fail summary is fail)
A/N: For fangnicole (thankies for the inspo and plunnies) I hope I don't seriously disappoint you with this.....
CH1 CH2
Taemin was lounging on the couch watching Jersey Shore when Key burst into the room. His eyes were wild and he was out of breath. The younger boy lifted his head slightly and merely arched a brow before turning his attention back to the TV screen.
"Taemin! We need to-"
"SHHH!! Pauly D is speaking. Thou shalt not interrupt." The smaller boy shrieked at the older boy’s blasphemy.
Key glared at Taemin and rolled his eyes heavenward. The overly-muscled orange-toned man was off on a tangent about different kinds of club girls. They did not have time for this senseless drivel.
"Fuck this." Key growled as he shot his laser-eye beams directly at their beautiful 60in plasma screen; bits of plastic, liquid crystal, and various electronics splattering the living room.
Taemin's mouth was gaping open and closed like a hooked trout. He got up from the couch slowly and turned to the diva. The fire in his eyes caused the older boy to take a few steps back. Taemin's entire frame was shaking with his effort at restraining himself.
"WHY?" The burning boy ground out.
"The remote was too far." Key explained with a very blasé shrug. "Now listen we need to-" The feline-esque hero didn't have time to finish his sentence because he was immediately thrown back by the force of Taemin literally exploding.
White-hot flames engulfed his small frame as he let out a fierce scream. He was gone in a flash then suddenly back, flameless, and clutching the TV like it was his savior. Key blinked rapidly as he tried to process Taemin's time-jump. He suddenly felt a searing warmth on his arm and looked down to see an angry red burn mark in the shape of a handprint. He scowled up at the younger boy.
Taemin turned his nose up unapologetically. "You deserved it."
"WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? They live in the toilet bowl that is New Jersey and you're a superhero for fucksakes!" The diva lamented.
Taemin shrugged a shoulder, his loose purple hoodie falling down and exposing his collarbone. "Their gravity-defying hair and crispy, fake tans make me feel better about being a mutated flame-y freak."
"Is this seriously the person I'm spending my life with?" Key facepalmed. "LISTEN. Someone is in trouble. Don't ask me how I know, I just do."
"Hold on, let me TiVo RuPaul's Drag Race real quick and then we can go."
"Taemin! Time is of the essence here."
The younger boy looked back over his shoulder as he plugged he TV back in; hair swishing gracefully around his face.
"What??? I'll be quick." He finished with a smirk.
Key slapped the remote out of his hand and then grabbed the smaller boy by the hood and drug him out the door. Small squeaks of protest echoed in the halls of the apartment building.
***
Jonghyun awoke to a painful, throbbing sensation in his dick. He looked down and immediately screamed I horror. Even though his mouth was muffled the sound emanating from his throat was still ear-splitting. His once pristine cock was now adored with a Prince Albert piercing that was attached to a chain. A sharp tug on the chain earned another scream, though it was more of a whimper this time.
"Now, now. We'll have none of that." DuBulge purred from his velveteen throne across the room.
Jonghyun's eyes followed the chain that was in DuBulge's hands to the jewelry that was sticking through his penis. Tears sprung to his eyes, but he held his sobs in.
"Jjong..." A sorrowful voice called to him.
The blonde lifted his eyes to see Minho; in a cage a few feet from their captor with a leather collar around his throat. Seeing his lover's tall frame crammed into a tiny metal prison made his heart ache. Silent tears wound their way down his face as he clung onto hope that someone had heard him.
***
Key and Taemin were standing in front of the SHINee Tower apartments. Key sniffed the air, noting the metallic tang of blood and sex-sweat.
"Are you sure this is it?" Taemin made a blowfish face, clearly depressed that he was missing his shows.
Key stepped forward cautiously, stopping abruptly when his combat boot stepped on something crunchy. He knelt down and noted the glass shards littering the ground. He looked up, trying to determine the floor that it came from. It appeared to be the penthouse.
"Why do the bad guys always have to live in the penthouse? Can we say 'cliche'?" Key bitched as he pulled Taemin into the building.
The younger trotted behind, dragging his feet petulantly.
***
Upstairs, DuBulge's dick twitched inside his leather pants.
"Fresh meat." He clapped his hands and his Super Sex Kittens immediately came to his side.
"Boys, why don't you go greet our new guests?"
As 8 members of the SSK filed out of the room, DuBulge turned his attention to Jonghyun.
"It would appear that your little stunt worked, my pet.” He punctuated with a tug to the chain. “But, the delectable pieces of ass that you've brought please me deeply. I shall reward you."
With that he unlocked Minho's cage and pulled him out roughly. He attached the cock-chain to Minho's collar and tossed him on the bed with Jonghyun.
"Touch each other." The villainous DuBulge commanded.
Minho and Jonghyun were already embracing each other so all they could do was look at their captor in confusion.
"We are touching each other, superdick." Minho stated with a juvenile air.
"Why thank you, my dick is quite super. I meant touch each other sexually, short bus." He flipped them the middle finger and then waggled his crotch.
Even as both men scoffed at the insult, their hands began to roam sensually across the exposed flesh; unable to control their movements. Jonghyun tried to resist but Minho's skilled fingers teasing his nipples made him moan lowly in his throat. DuBulge leered pervily at the couple while he palmed at his own dick. They really were quite pretty together. Maybe he would keep them around and make them part of the SSK if they turned out to be obedient enough.
***
Taemin was whistling to himself while waiting for the elevator; rocking back and forth on his feet, heel to toe. Key had his arms folded impatiently and he was tapping his steel-toed Alexander McQueen combat boot against the floor.
"We should've taken the stairs." The diva huffed.
"Climb the stairs to the penthouse? Right. Next we'll take on Everest. Why waste our energy climbing to our deaths? We have no idea what we're up against." Taemin argued while twirling around randomly in the lobby; his arms outstretched and fire flickering lazily from his fingertips.
A hand clasped around his wrist brought his spinning and flaming to a halt.
"Uh....yeobo, you might want to reconsider that statement." Key whispered as he turned the younger boy's attention the 8 men who were piling out of the elevator.
"Oh shit...."
Things were about to get very...heated.
TBC….
A/N2: written while stuck at the hospital today. it's halfway decent...I think. I hope you found at least one thing to laugh at. *shrug*
Author: a_life_defiant
Paring: TaeKey, JongHo Onew/various SuJu members
Genre: Crack, humor
Rating:NC-17 (language, crudeness, SEX *gasp*)
Summary: Superheros lead interesting lives. AKA, take a big bowl of cliche, add in some superpowers, and then *nom nom nom* (fail summary is fail)
A/N: For fangnicole (thankies for the inspo and plunnies) I hope I don't seriously disappoint you with this.....
CH1 CH2
Taemin was lounging on the couch watching Jersey Shore when Key burst into the room. His eyes were wild and he was out of breath. The younger boy lifted his head slightly and merely arched a brow before turning his attention back to the TV screen.
"Taemin! We need to-"
"SHHH!! Pauly D is speaking. Thou shalt not interrupt." The smaller boy shrieked at the older boy’s blasphemy.
Key glared at Taemin and rolled his eyes heavenward. The overly-muscled orange-toned man was off on a tangent about different kinds of club girls. They did not have time for this senseless drivel.
"Fuck this." Key growled as he shot his laser-eye beams directly at their beautiful 60in plasma screen; bits of plastic, liquid crystal, and various electronics splattering the living room.
Taemin's mouth was gaping open and closed like a hooked trout. He got up from the couch slowly and turned to the diva. The fire in his eyes caused the older boy to take a few steps back. Taemin's entire frame was shaking with his effort at restraining himself.
"WHY?" The burning boy ground out.
"The remote was too far." Key explained with a very blasé shrug. "Now listen we need to-" The feline-esque hero didn't have time to finish his sentence because he was immediately thrown back by the force of Taemin literally exploding.
White-hot flames engulfed his small frame as he let out a fierce scream. He was gone in a flash then suddenly back, flameless, and clutching the TV like it was his savior. Key blinked rapidly as he tried to process Taemin's time-jump. He suddenly felt a searing warmth on his arm and looked down to see an angry red burn mark in the shape of a handprint. He scowled up at the younger boy.
Taemin turned his nose up unapologetically. "You deserved it."
"WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? They live in the toilet bowl that is New Jersey and you're a superhero for fucksakes!" The diva lamented.
Taemin shrugged a shoulder, his loose purple hoodie falling down and exposing his collarbone. "Their gravity-defying hair and crispy, fake tans make me feel better about being a mutated flame-y freak."
"Is this seriously the person I'm spending my life with?" Key facepalmed. "LISTEN. Someone is in trouble. Don't ask me how I know, I just do."
"Hold on, let me TiVo RuPaul's Drag Race real quick and then we can go."
"Taemin! Time is of the essence here."
The younger boy looked back over his shoulder as he plugged he TV back in; hair swishing gracefully around his face.
"What??? I'll be quick." He finished with a smirk.
Key slapped the remote out of his hand and then grabbed the smaller boy by the hood and drug him out the door. Small squeaks of protest echoed in the halls of the apartment building.
***
Jonghyun awoke to a painful, throbbing sensation in his dick. He looked down and immediately screamed I horror. Even though his mouth was muffled the sound emanating from his throat was still ear-splitting. His once pristine cock was now adored with a Prince Albert piercing that was attached to a chain. A sharp tug on the chain earned another scream, though it was more of a whimper this time.
"Now, now. We'll have none of that." DuBulge purred from his velveteen throne across the room.
Jonghyun's eyes followed the chain that was in DuBulge's hands to the jewelry that was sticking through his penis. Tears sprung to his eyes, but he held his sobs in.
"Jjong..." A sorrowful voice called to him.
The blonde lifted his eyes to see Minho; in a cage a few feet from their captor with a leather collar around his throat. Seeing his lover's tall frame crammed into a tiny metal prison made his heart ache. Silent tears wound their way down his face as he clung onto hope that someone had heard him.
***
Key and Taemin were standing in front of the SHINee Tower apartments. Key sniffed the air, noting the metallic tang of blood and sex-sweat.
"Are you sure this is it?" Taemin made a blowfish face, clearly depressed that he was missing his shows.
Key stepped forward cautiously, stopping abruptly when his combat boot stepped on something crunchy. He knelt down and noted the glass shards littering the ground. He looked up, trying to determine the floor that it came from. It appeared to be the penthouse.
"Why do the bad guys always have to live in the penthouse? Can we say 'cliche'?" Key bitched as he pulled Taemin into the building.
The younger trotted behind, dragging his feet petulantly.
***
Upstairs, DuBulge's dick twitched inside his leather pants.
"Fresh meat." He clapped his hands and his Super Sex Kittens immediately came to his side.
"Boys, why don't you go greet our new guests?"
As 8 members of the SSK filed out of the room, DuBulge turned his attention to Jonghyun.
"It would appear that your little stunt worked, my pet.” He punctuated with a tug to the chain. “But, the delectable pieces of ass that you've brought please me deeply. I shall reward you."
With that he unlocked Minho's cage and pulled him out roughly. He attached the cock-chain to Minho's collar and tossed him on the bed with Jonghyun.
"Touch each other." The villainous DuBulge commanded.
Minho and Jonghyun were already embracing each other so all they could do was look at their captor in confusion.
"We are touching each other, superdick." Minho stated with a juvenile air.
"Why thank you, my dick is quite super. I meant touch each other sexually, short bus." He flipped them the middle finger and then waggled his crotch.
Even as both men scoffed at the insult, their hands began to roam sensually across the exposed flesh; unable to control their movements. Jonghyun tried to resist but Minho's skilled fingers teasing his nipples made him moan lowly in his throat. DuBulge leered pervily at the couple while he palmed at his own dick. They really were quite pretty together. Maybe he would keep them around and make them part of the SSK if they turned out to be obedient enough.
***
Taemin was whistling to himself while waiting for the elevator; rocking back and forth on his feet, heel to toe. Key had his arms folded impatiently and he was tapping his steel-toed Alexander McQueen combat boot against the floor.
"We should've taken the stairs." The diva huffed.
"Climb the stairs to the penthouse? Right. Next we'll take on Everest. Why waste our energy climbing to our deaths? We have no idea what we're up against." Taemin argued while twirling around randomly in the lobby; his arms outstretched and fire flickering lazily from his fingertips.
A hand clasped around his wrist brought his spinning and flaming to a halt.
"Uh....yeobo, you might want to reconsider that statement." Key whispered as he turned the younger boy's attention the 8 men who were piling out of the elevator.
"Oh shit...."
Things were about to get very...heated.
TBC….
A/N2: written while stuck at the hospital today. it's halfway decent...I think. I hope you found at least one thing to laugh at. *shrug*