Fic: Block Party
Title: Block Party
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Henry/Girl
Rating: +17
Summary: Henry helps out someone at a party.
Notes: Number 3 of 15 for Suju/Girls mission I am on \o/
Canada wasn’t hot in the summers anymore.
Well correction, Henry didn’t think they were hot anymore. Growing up he had found them oppressive, liking the chill of sixty degree weather or below that September and October brought. But after spending a summer in China, fucking Shanghai and fucking Taiwan and the fucking humidity that did not exist to any degree Canada had, he appreciated the warm breeze and the lack of sweat trailing down his back as he made his way through the backyard party his friend had thrown.
The chatter of English, and English names, had Henry lost in his thoughts, thinking about his band mates and how they would or would not fit in here. Ryeowook would no doubt be struck shy at what he would think was rapid fire English. The others though, would find their own niches. And Henry was pretty confident that after plying a few drinks into Ryeowook’s system, he too would blend right in.
He headed over back inside, looking for a familiar face (he’d fallen out of touch with a lot of people lately) and spotted one of his friends from some class back in high school. He approached the couch, but stopped as he saw the guy was talking quietly with the girl he was sitting next to. Henry shuffled his feet and was about to make a detour, because he could pull off smooth, but they both looked up at the same time and the guy’s face broke out into a grin.
“Hey! Been a long time.” He stood, and pulled Henry over for a hug. He smelled like liquor and Henry scrunched his nose in disgust for the moment they were pressed together. “Here. I need you to do me a favor. Melissa thinks I’m mad at her, so I need to go fix that. You.” He pointed to the girl on the couch he had been talking to. “Stay with her.”
Henry was beyond confused as he watched the guy stumble away; he was obviously very drunk, if the tripping over the carpet and going face first into the floor was any indication.
Henry let out a loud laugh, and it was echoed by the girl, who he finally turned to look at. She was pretty, dressed for summer in shorts and tank top, and her hair pulled back. He shuffled awkwardly to sit next to her.
“Uh, hi.” He scratched the back of his head, not sure if he should stay with her, or just leave.
“Hi, I’m Amanda.” She said, holding out her hand.
“I’m Henry.” He shook her hand, deciding to stay for just a moment.
She clicked her tongue as she smirked. “Oh. The super star. Marc was telling me about you.” She gestured to the guy on the floor. There was a brief moment where Henry’s mind shut down and he just wanted to throw his beer in his face because, damnit, he hadn’t planned on dealing with fans at a block party. She laughed, though, and rested her hand on his wrist. “I’ve never heard your music, so don’t worry about that.”
Henry let out a too loud sigh, and he laughed along with her when he realized how tense he was getting.
They fell into that routine called chit-chat that Henry had to admit he wasn’t very good at. He was pretty sure that Amanda was quickly realizing this too as his eyes refused to stay on her face for longer than two seconds but she continued talking. Apparently the hums of agreement were enough of an effort to get to openly stare at her. He saw her pointing vaguely to the side and he followed her finger to the cluster of guys in the corner.
One of the guys was giving them the death glare and Henry was confused until Amanda pulled his attention back to her with another wave of her hand. Again her mouth was moving but he wasn’t paying attention as he took another sip of his drink, and his eyes were moving down over her hips, clad in tight jean shorts.
“That’s really fucked up, isn’t it?” She asked, and Henry could only guess she was talking about the guy who was giving them the evil eye, with the way she kept glancing to where he was standing.
“Yeah, what a douche.” He said, still tracing her legs over the brim of his cup.
“Help me out then.”
Henry wasn’t even sure how that had come about, the way the female mind worked was sometimes much too confusing, and with the culture differences he had been privy too, he wasn’t even sure what was what half the time. A girl pressing a kiss to his lips though, usually meant the same thing in all cultures though. He kissed back, because it really had been too long, and he ran his hand through her hair, tugging her closer to him while his other hand wrapped around her waist after it had put the cup on the table. She broke off the kiss to move down to his neck, and he tilted his head back to give her a better angle as she rested her hands on his shoulders.
Henry groaned, and pulled her into his lap. She straddled him as she sucked on his collarbone, grinding her hips down into his. He looked up and over to see the guy who had been glaring at them turned away, while the group he was with continued on chatting. Whoever the guy was to Amanda, this had obviously pissed him off. As she kissed him again Henry really hoped the guy wasn’t related to her, because getting beat up now would really suck.
He stopped thinking about the guy as her hand reached down and rubbed his crotch through his pants. He sucked a breath in through his teeth, biting her lower lip gently before flipping their positions. He hovered over her with a smirk and she just grinned up at him.
“That showed him.” She whispered, hands tangled in the fabric of his shirt.
Henry pressed her back into the couch, kissing her again. Her nails ran lightly over his chest until they hit the top of his pants; she slipped her hands under his shirt and around to his back, pulling him flush against her. Henry pulled his mouth from hers and moved his lips down her throat as he grinded his hips into hers. She gasped as he bit her ear and then sucked on her neck as his hand came up and cupped her breast. She moaned as he found her nipple through the cloth of her tank top and squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger.
He shifted, pushing her into a laying down position as he hooked one of her legs over his hip. Henry was about to unzip her shorts when he heard a polite cough from over them. He looked up to see Frank, the host of the party standing over them.
“Seriously? I mean really?” He shook his head and pointed to the stairs. “Rooms dudes. Rooms. Right up there. They come with locks.” He shook his head again and picked up Henry’s cup, downing it.
Henry looked down at Amanda, who was blushing bright red. She unhooked her leg from around his hip, and threw her arm over his shoulder and pulled herself up, bringing Henry with her. Henry was about to protest, he needed time to readjust, but she kissed him again, pressing herself flush against him. As she walked them backwards, kissing him and running her fingers over his neck, Henry decided he could handle walking around with an erection if it was under these circumstances.
They fumbled up the stairs, breaking apart for air and to find an open bedroom. The first one they found was lock, but the second one opened just fine and they stumbled in, shutting and locking the door. Amanda pressed him up against the door, kissing him. Henry was gasping for air when she finally let him go, stepping back with a smirk on her face.
Henry watched as she pulled off her tank top, and then pushed her shorts down. He mimicked her, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. He followed her to the bed, kneeling between her legs as he followed her to the back of the bed.
He kissed her neck, and she let out a moan as he moved down to take one of her nipples in his mouth. She groaned as he flicked his tongue over her nipple and then she let out a loud gasp when he bit down gently, raking his teeth over it before he let it pop out of his mouth. He took her other nipple in his mouth, giving it the same treatment as he had given the other one.
He ran a finger up her thigh to slide into her without warning. She gasped again as he pumped his finger in and out of her while he sucked on her nipple. Henry smirked at the cry of frustration she let out when he pulled his finger out, cleaning it off on the bed sheets without looking. He let her nipple go with a soft pop and glanced up to her flushed face.
“Put on a show for me.” He breathed over her nipple, pulling back. She blushed deeply and Henry smirked, pulling her hand from where it was tangled in the sheets and to her clit, letting her cup herself. “Like this.” He said, pulling her knee up and watching as her finger moved in and out.
Henry kissed her knee, whispering words of encouragement as she continued to fuck herself with her finger. At his instruction she placed a second finger inside her, and then a third, letting her other hand cup her breast and play with her nipple. She let out a high moan as she arched her back and Henry took her hand away, slipping her three fingers into his mouth and sucking on them as he rid himself of his pants and settled between her legs. He rubbed his cock against her teasingly, not the same feeling with the latex of the condom he had put on, but she shivered and moaned all the same.
She gasped as he entered her, and reached up to wrap her arms around his shoulders. She scratched down his arm as he started up the rhythm, back and forth, pulling her hips with him sometimes so he never left her. Henry bit her shoulder as her legs wrapped around his hips, the heel of her foot digging into his lower back to bring him closer to her. He groaned into her shoulder as he felt her squeeze around his cock, and gave an extra hard thrust, burying himself into her, knowing her eyes rolled back.
He pulled out, hand working to turn her on her hands and knees. She looked at him confused and he tried a smile. His voice wasn’t soft as he put out the order “turn around,” more throaty sounding, but it made her position herself on her hands and knees. He ran his hand down her back as an act that was meant to be soothing, but it also pushed her onto her elbows, as he admired the shape her curves.
He entered her quickly, hand grabbing her thighs to pull her closer to him as he began to thrust in and out of her. She moaned louder, and her hands twisted in the pillow as he moved in and out of her.
“Fuck.” She cursed, and Henry smirked, hands moving from her thighs to her hips.
He squeezed her hips tightly before reaching for her hair to pull her up to his chest. She let out a ragged moan as her legs shook from the exertion of being on her knees while he fucked her from behind. He kissed her neck as he let go of her hair and ran his fingers down her side, pressing one to her clit. The other hand cupped her breast, fondling it as he came.
Her head tilted back and it hit his shoulder. She turned it as Henry’s hand fell away from her clit and breast and she pressed a kiss to his neck. “Thank you.” She whispered against his skin and he just nodded, pulling away from her to lie back on the bed.
“Anytime.”
She laughed, turning to look at him. She ran her nail up her stomach and the muscles tensed before relaxing because Henry was too exhausted to even have an instinctive reaction. She gathered her clothing, dressing as Henry watched with one eye. As she stood by the door, ready to leave she shot him another smile. “Have fun in China superstar.”
Henry snorted and rubbed his hand over his face as he waved her off. The door shutting stopped her mirthful laughter and he sighed, reaching for his pants.
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Henry/Girl
Rating: +17
Summary: Henry helps out someone at a party.
Notes: Number 3 of 15 for Suju/Girls mission I am on \o/
Canada wasn’t hot in the summers anymore.
Well correction, Henry didn’t think they were hot anymore. Growing up he had found them oppressive, liking the chill of sixty degree weather or below that September and October brought. But after spending a summer in China, fucking Shanghai and fucking Taiwan and the fucking humidity that did not exist to any degree Canada had, he appreciated the warm breeze and the lack of sweat trailing down his back as he made his way through the backyard party his friend had thrown.
The chatter of English, and English names, had Henry lost in his thoughts, thinking about his band mates and how they would or would not fit in here. Ryeowook would no doubt be struck shy at what he would think was rapid fire English. The others though, would find their own niches. And Henry was pretty confident that after plying a few drinks into Ryeowook’s system, he too would blend right in.
He headed over back inside, looking for a familiar face (he’d fallen out of touch with a lot of people lately) and spotted one of his friends from some class back in high school. He approached the couch, but stopped as he saw the guy was talking quietly with the girl he was sitting next to. Henry shuffled his feet and was about to make a detour, because he could pull off smooth, but they both looked up at the same time and the guy’s face broke out into a grin.
“Hey! Been a long time.” He stood, and pulled Henry over for a hug. He smelled like liquor and Henry scrunched his nose in disgust for the moment they were pressed together. “Here. I need you to do me a favor. Melissa thinks I’m mad at her, so I need to go fix that. You.” He pointed to the girl on the couch he had been talking to. “Stay with her.”
Henry was beyond confused as he watched the guy stumble away; he was obviously very drunk, if the tripping over the carpet and going face first into the floor was any indication.
Henry let out a loud laugh, and it was echoed by the girl, who he finally turned to look at. She was pretty, dressed for summer in shorts and tank top, and her hair pulled back. He shuffled awkwardly to sit next to her.
“Uh, hi.” He scratched the back of his head, not sure if he should stay with her, or just leave.
“Hi, I’m Amanda.” She said, holding out her hand.
“I’m Henry.” He shook her hand, deciding to stay for just a moment.
She clicked her tongue as she smirked. “Oh. The super star. Marc was telling me about you.” She gestured to the guy on the floor. There was a brief moment where Henry’s mind shut down and he just wanted to throw his beer in his face because, damnit, he hadn’t planned on dealing with fans at a block party. She laughed, though, and rested her hand on his wrist. “I’ve never heard your music, so don’t worry about that.”
Henry let out a too loud sigh, and he laughed along with her when he realized how tense he was getting.
They fell into that routine called chit-chat that Henry had to admit he wasn’t very good at. He was pretty sure that Amanda was quickly realizing this too as his eyes refused to stay on her face for longer than two seconds but she continued talking. Apparently the hums of agreement were enough of an effort to get to openly stare at her. He saw her pointing vaguely to the side and he followed her finger to the cluster of guys in the corner.
One of the guys was giving them the death glare and Henry was confused until Amanda pulled his attention back to her with another wave of her hand. Again her mouth was moving but he wasn’t paying attention as he took another sip of his drink, and his eyes were moving down over her hips, clad in tight jean shorts.
“That’s really fucked up, isn’t it?” She asked, and Henry could only guess she was talking about the guy who was giving them the evil eye, with the way she kept glancing to where he was standing.
“Yeah, what a douche.” He said, still tracing her legs over the brim of his cup.
“Help me out then.”
Henry wasn’t even sure how that had come about, the way the female mind worked was sometimes much too confusing, and with the culture differences he had been privy too, he wasn’t even sure what was what half the time. A girl pressing a kiss to his lips though, usually meant the same thing in all cultures though. He kissed back, because it really had been too long, and he ran his hand through her hair, tugging her closer to him while his other hand wrapped around her waist after it had put the cup on the table. She broke off the kiss to move down to his neck, and he tilted his head back to give her a better angle as she rested her hands on his shoulders.
Henry groaned, and pulled her into his lap. She straddled him as she sucked on his collarbone, grinding her hips down into his. He looked up and over to see the guy who had been glaring at them turned away, while the group he was with continued on chatting. Whoever the guy was to Amanda, this had obviously pissed him off. As she kissed him again Henry really hoped the guy wasn’t related to her, because getting beat up now would really suck.
He stopped thinking about the guy as her hand reached down and rubbed his crotch through his pants. He sucked a breath in through his teeth, biting her lower lip gently before flipping their positions. He hovered over her with a smirk and she just grinned up at him.
“That showed him.” She whispered, hands tangled in the fabric of his shirt.
Henry pressed her back into the couch, kissing her again. Her nails ran lightly over his chest until they hit the top of his pants; she slipped her hands under his shirt and around to his back, pulling him flush against her. Henry pulled his mouth from hers and moved his lips down her throat as he grinded his hips into hers. She gasped as he bit her ear and then sucked on her neck as his hand came up and cupped her breast. She moaned as he found her nipple through the cloth of her tank top and squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger.
He shifted, pushing her into a laying down position as he hooked one of her legs over his hip. Henry was about to unzip her shorts when he heard a polite cough from over them. He looked up to see Frank, the host of the party standing over them.
“Seriously? I mean really?” He shook his head and pointed to the stairs. “Rooms dudes. Rooms. Right up there. They come with locks.” He shook his head again and picked up Henry’s cup, downing it.
Henry looked down at Amanda, who was blushing bright red. She unhooked her leg from around his hip, and threw her arm over his shoulder and pulled herself up, bringing Henry with her. Henry was about to protest, he needed time to readjust, but she kissed him again, pressing herself flush against him. As she walked them backwards, kissing him and running her fingers over his neck, Henry decided he could handle walking around with an erection if it was under these circumstances.
They fumbled up the stairs, breaking apart for air and to find an open bedroom. The first one they found was lock, but the second one opened just fine and they stumbled in, shutting and locking the door. Amanda pressed him up against the door, kissing him. Henry was gasping for air when she finally let him go, stepping back with a smirk on her face.
Henry watched as she pulled off her tank top, and then pushed her shorts down. He mimicked her, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor. He followed her to the bed, kneeling between her legs as he followed her to the back of the bed.
He kissed her neck, and she let out a moan as he moved down to take one of her nipples in his mouth. She groaned as he flicked his tongue over her nipple and then she let out a loud gasp when he bit down gently, raking his teeth over it before he let it pop out of his mouth. He took her other nipple in his mouth, giving it the same treatment as he had given the other one.
He ran a finger up her thigh to slide into her without warning. She gasped again as he pumped his finger in and out of her while he sucked on her nipple. Henry smirked at the cry of frustration she let out when he pulled his finger out, cleaning it off on the bed sheets without looking. He let her nipple go with a soft pop and glanced up to her flushed face.
“Put on a show for me.” He breathed over her nipple, pulling back. She blushed deeply and Henry smirked, pulling her hand from where it was tangled in the sheets and to her clit, letting her cup herself. “Like this.” He said, pulling her knee up and watching as her finger moved in and out.
Henry kissed her knee, whispering words of encouragement as she continued to fuck herself with her finger. At his instruction she placed a second finger inside her, and then a third, letting her other hand cup her breast and play with her nipple. She let out a high moan as she arched her back and Henry took her hand away, slipping her three fingers into his mouth and sucking on them as he rid himself of his pants and settled between her legs. He rubbed his cock against her teasingly, not the same feeling with the latex of the condom he had put on, but she shivered and moaned all the same.
She gasped as he entered her, and reached up to wrap her arms around his shoulders. She scratched down his arm as he started up the rhythm, back and forth, pulling her hips with him sometimes so he never left her. Henry bit her shoulder as her legs wrapped around his hips, the heel of her foot digging into his lower back to bring him closer to her. He groaned into her shoulder as he felt her squeeze around his cock, and gave an extra hard thrust, burying himself into her, knowing her eyes rolled back.
He pulled out, hand working to turn her on her hands and knees. She looked at him confused and he tried a smile. His voice wasn’t soft as he put out the order “turn around,” more throaty sounding, but it made her position herself on her hands and knees. He ran his hand down her back as an act that was meant to be soothing, but it also pushed her onto her elbows, as he admired the shape her curves.
He entered her quickly, hand grabbing her thighs to pull her closer to him as he began to thrust in and out of her. She moaned louder, and her hands twisted in the pillow as he moved in and out of her.
“Fuck.” She cursed, and Henry smirked, hands moving from her thighs to her hips.
He squeezed her hips tightly before reaching for her hair to pull her up to his chest. She let out a ragged moan as her legs shook from the exertion of being on her knees while he fucked her from behind. He kissed her neck as he let go of her hair and ran his fingers down her side, pressing one to her clit. The other hand cupped her breast, fondling it as he came.
Her head tilted back and it hit his shoulder. She turned it as Henry’s hand fell away from her clit and breast and she pressed a kiss to his neck. “Thank you.” She whispered against his skin and he just nodded, pulling away from her to lie back on the bed.
“Anytime.”
She laughed, turning to look at him. She ran her nail up her stomach and the muscles tensed before relaxing because Henry was too exhausted to even have an instinctive reaction. She gathered her clothing, dressing as Henry watched with one eye. As she stood by the door, ready to leave she shot him another smile. “Have fun in China superstar.”
Henry snorted and rubbed his hand over his face as he waved her off. The door shutting stopped her mirthful laughter and he sighed, reaching for his pants.