untitled part 2
Title: untilted as of yet
author: me, sango
genre: uh.....drama? failed crack
AN: ok so i finally know where im headed with this. it has little plot, but it needs the back story in order for the good part (and by that i mean smut) to make a bit of sense.
so until now, alot of UST especially on kyu's part. poor maknae.
“So that’s who ‘hyung’ is, huh?” Sungmin asked later that night when they were both getting ready for bed. Kyuhyun was just lifting his shirt when he whipped around to face his hyung.
“WHAT?!” he exclaimed ever so eloquently.
“Yesung-hyung.” Sungmin said expectantly knowing he was right. Kyu could be so obvious sometimes.
“He’s the one you were dreaming about, wasn’t he?”
“Wh-what! N-no he wasn’t!” he squeaked unable to control the blush or how high his voice went as his throat went dry. Damn Sungmin and his perceptive ways!
“You’re a horrible liar, Kyuhyun. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with liking him. Yesung hyung is pretty hot…when he’s not being weird.”
“That has nothing to do with it!” Kyuhyun exclaimed tired of how hot his face was becoming.
“So you’re not interested in his looks. That’s good. Then again, we’ve all known each other for almost a decade, there must’ve been something that made you fall in love with him.” Sungmin mused, unaware of the bomb he’d just dropped on Kyu’s ever rapidly beating heart.
“Love?” he choked out, because surely he’d heard wrong.
The thought was preposterous. He wasn’t in love with Jongwoon. Sungmin was being an idiot and he had no idea what he was talking about.
“I’m not in love with anyone!” Kyuhyun ground out, fists balling at his sides and hackles rising at the mere thought of being in love. He knew that deep down he was actually afraid of giving his heart to someone only to have it returned in pieces.
“It’s just lust!” he finalized the conversation, unknowingly admitting that he did in fact feel something for Yesung, but still refusing to believe Sungmin’s lies. He turned his back to Sungmin, finishing changing into his pajamas before storming out of the room, sleep being the last thing on his mind. Sungmin shook his head watching the maknae go.
“Poor Kyuhyun. I heard that Denial was a river in Egypt, I didn’t think you’d be drowning in it.” He sighed again. He didn’t understand why Kyuhyun was unwilling to admit it, but he gave the maknae his space, knowing that eventually, Kyuhyun would come talk to him about it-he always did. But in the meantime, he had things to do and the devious little ideas that popped into his head regarding all the delicious and embarrassing things he could do to Kyuhyun to make him spill his secret faster, were spreading an evil grin on his face. An ominous feeling ran down Kyuhyun’s spine-something was going to happen, he just knew it.
A few days later finds Kyuhyun sleeping on his bed, finally letting go of his childish ignoring of his hyung and sharing a room with him. Seriously, the couch was too lumpy and he didn’t want to share beds with anyone else. Ryeowook spoke in his sleep and Eunhyuk rolled all over the bed. He didn’t even think about sleeping with Shindong-the older man slept in the nude-ew, and Donghae was a cuddler. He felt like a giant teddy bear. And he would never ask to share a bed with Yesung because…well, he couldn’t. Leeteuk, who invited him to share his bed, was the most comfortable to sleep with. But after 2 days of tossing and turning, afraid his dreams were going to claim his sleep again and he would either start moaning or start humping Leeteuk, he couldn’t tell the leader why he kept avoiding sleeping in his own bed, so he had to give up on that and go back to his own room. He wasn’t mad at Sungmin per se, but he wasn’t on the best terms either. Boy could he hold a grudge. Add to the fact that his dreams were getting a bit more…intense and it’s no wonder why he’s so frustrated. He’d never been a morning person but damn were things getting bad. And not only was he sexually repressed, but Sungmin was witness to those nights when he dreamt.
As it turns out, Kyuhyun is a very heavy sleeper. And now, with Sungmin not being there in the mornings-not liking that the maknae, as soon as he awoke, was ready to bite someone’s head off- Yesung was the one to wake him up. The blaring alarm clock woke up the insomniac from across the hall and Yesung, with bleary eyes stumbled into the maknae’s room, tripping slightly on the messy side of the gamer. Sungmin’s pink side was pristine and it had better be kept that way or the bunny would go on a rampage.
This particular morning was one to remember-and remember he will, whether he wants to or not. Sungmin was (mercifully) away again (probably at the gym) but Kyu was there in bed, dressed in Pjs, dreaming away. But the second he saw him, Yesung’s eyes widened and certain other body parts began waking up a lot faster than his brain.
Kyuhyun lay on his stomach with that round bubble butt pointed right at him, back slightly arched, the material of his pajama pants pulled tight around his delicious derriere, leaving nothing and everything ot his perverted imagination. A sliver of creamy skin peaking from the space between his pants and his shit, an image more enticing than if he would’ve been shirtless. Kyuhyun’s arms were positioned above his head, crossed at the wrists, a submissive and provocative pose in Yesung’s eyes. Before Yesung could think twice of shutting that infernal alarm off, Kyuhyun began writhing on the bed, hips swaying to some unknown rhythm-Yesung prayed he was dancing in his sleep but he knew he wasn’t that lucky-especially when Kyuhyun started moaning and talking.
“Oh…Hyung~. Harder..” The last was said breathlessly, so low Yesung almost didn’t hear. But god he knew he hadn’t missed that and his pants grew tighter, his heart beat faster and any thought remotely associated with alarm clocks and schedules flew out the window. He couldn’t think of anything, not when he was focusing entirely on the way Kyuhyun’s hips rolled and undulated against the bed, thrusting against the mattress only to push back his hips, as though offering his delectable backside for Yesung to take. Kyuhyun was panting now, humping faster and Yesung knew he was close. A grunt, a moan a gasp and Yesung knew Kyuhyun had reached his climax. The way those cheeks squeezed shut as he rutted against the bed, face pressed into the pillow as he mewled his release was almost more than Yesung could take. His pants felt way too tight for pajama pants and as he looked at the tent in his boxer shorts a wet spot was forming at the top, he knew he had to stop. But the sight of Kyuhyun, the way his body arched, and writhed and he moaned Yesung wondered what it would be like to be the cause of all of that. To have Kyuhyun’s pleasure filled body undulating under him, feel his muscles spasm around his cock, and he felt his dick throb. It also made him curious as to who this ‘hyung’ was and what exactly ‘he’ was doing to give Kyuhyun so much pleasure- in a dream! Yesung shook his head. It didn’t matter-it didn’t concern him. He walked briskly to the snoozing alarm which had begun to sound once more.
“Mmm…Yesung.” Kyuhyun’s sleep husky voice sent shocks straight to his cock but he refused to let Kyuhyun see him with an erection, especially since his poor dongseang was unknowingly the cause of it.
“Wake up Kyu-ah.” His voice seemed raspier, deeper, his throat dry. Gods, Kyuhyun did this to him with only one intoxicating sight. He didn’t know what he’d do to himself if he saw more.
Kyu was a normal healthy young man, so of course he would have those kinds of dreams but when awake, he was a bit of a prude and Yesung didn’t want to make him feel awkward or weirded out to know that he’d been caught having a very vivd wet dream. Yesung rushed out of the room as Kyu was yawning and stretching, his back arching like a cat and Yesung almost stopped to stare at the delectable backside.
Chastising himself, Yesung refused to masturbate to the intoxicating sight of his dongsaeng, so it went without question that his mood was a bit more foul than usual.
The incident was never spoken of and Kyuhyun was none the wiser that Yesung of all people had seen him like that. He wasn’t so lucky to escape Sungmin though and as he was stuck with his roommate and only willing drinking partner he couldn’t drink under the table, he had been forced to share some very…intimate information. He really didn’t like waking up with a hangover, especially when he had an interview that day. Unfortunately he could still remember the conversation.
“So what does Yesung do to you in your dreams?” Sungmin had asked after Kyuhyun was reasonably tipsy-by Kyuhyun’s standards- and so his tongue was loose.
“He…Yesung-hyung…spanks me.” IF the worlds were only so merciful as to swallow him whole he’d be forever grateful to the universe. Unfortunately real life didn’t work that way.
A few minutes of intense silence passed, neither breathed as they waited for the others’ reaction.
Kyuhyun thought Sungmin was going to laugh at him. He would’ve preferred it if the elder did, since Sungmin began psychoanalyzing him.
“You know….in retrospect, it makes sense that you have a spanking fetish.” That was enough to have Kyu let out a very eloquent ‘huh?’ as he looked like he had swallowed something really bitter. Hopefully his face wouldn’t be stuck like that.
“And it also explains why you’re in love with him.” That was enough o snap Kyu back to reality.
“I’m not in love with anyone!” Kyuhyun seethed. He hated that word.
Sungmin stayed quiet, watching Kyuhyun as the maknae’s glare evaporated with a tired sigh. He knew he couldn’t convince Sungmin otherwise.
“He’s a great man. There’s nothing wrong with loving him. I love him too.” Kyuhyun’s sharp glare barely fazed him,
“Not like that. He’s like a brother. I don’t get jealous like you do when he hugs others, or when his attention isn’t focused on me. You like him as more than just a hyung or a friend. You get worried whenever he gets tired or annoyed or he strains himself. You’re always the first at his side when he’s exhausted; you two call each other at the weirdest times and no matter how tired you are, you’ll answer his call and vice versa. I don’t think you even notice it, but whenever he’s not near you’re gloomier and you smile so wide whenever he even so much as looks at you. Hell, Hyukjae and I are best friends and I certainly don’t think about him that way.”
He ignored Kyuhyun’s silence as he kept talking, more like thinking out loud, his words coming a bit faster than before. Almost as though he had an epiphany.
“Oh!” he exclaimed suddenly. “That’s why it’s Yesung. He’s the one who promised you never to get mad at you no matter how much you annoyed him and to this day he’s kept his promise. But you want him to get angry…? You want to get disciplined. You…you think we let you get away with too much so you need to feel like someone other than you is in control. And Yesung….he’s been there for you since you first joined and you weren’t accepted.”
He felt like Sherlock Holmes having solved a great mystery as a smile of satisfaction graced his lips. What he failed to see was that Kyuhyun still hadn’t figured it all out and so all this information was a bit much for the maknae.
Kyu stood up and walked out of the room without saying a word, not sure how he felt.
But now that Sungmin had figured everything out, he could now set his plan into motion.
And who didn’t love a little bit of teasing?
author: me, sango
genre: uh.....drama? failed crack
AN: ok so i finally know where im headed with this. it has little plot, but it needs the back story in order for the good part (and by that i mean smut) to make a bit of sense.
so until now, alot of UST especially on kyu's part. poor maknae.
“So that’s who ‘hyung’ is, huh?” Sungmin asked later that night when they were both getting ready for bed. Kyuhyun was just lifting his shirt when he whipped around to face his hyung.
“WHAT?!” he exclaimed ever so eloquently.
“Yesung-hyung.” Sungmin said expectantly knowing he was right. Kyu could be so obvious sometimes.
“He’s the one you were dreaming about, wasn’t he?”
“Wh-what! N-no he wasn’t!” he squeaked unable to control the blush or how high his voice went as his throat went dry. Damn Sungmin and his perceptive ways!
“You’re a horrible liar, Kyuhyun. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with liking him. Yesung hyung is pretty hot…when he’s not being weird.”
“That has nothing to do with it!” Kyuhyun exclaimed tired of how hot his face was becoming.
“So you’re not interested in his looks. That’s good. Then again, we’ve all known each other for almost a decade, there must’ve been something that made you fall in love with him.” Sungmin mused, unaware of the bomb he’d just dropped on Kyu’s ever rapidly beating heart.
“Love?” he choked out, because surely he’d heard wrong.
The thought was preposterous. He wasn’t in love with Jongwoon. Sungmin was being an idiot and he had no idea what he was talking about.
“I’m not in love with anyone!” Kyuhyun ground out, fists balling at his sides and hackles rising at the mere thought of being in love. He knew that deep down he was actually afraid of giving his heart to someone only to have it returned in pieces.
“It’s just lust!” he finalized the conversation, unknowingly admitting that he did in fact feel something for Yesung, but still refusing to believe Sungmin’s lies. He turned his back to Sungmin, finishing changing into his pajamas before storming out of the room, sleep being the last thing on his mind. Sungmin shook his head watching the maknae go.
“Poor Kyuhyun. I heard that Denial was a river in Egypt, I didn’t think you’d be drowning in it.” He sighed again. He didn’t understand why Kyuhyun was unwilling to admit it, but he gave the maknae his space, knowing that eventually, Kyuhyun would come talk to him about it-he always did. But in the meantime, he had things to do and the devious little ideas that popped into his head regarding all the delicious and embarrassing things he could do to Kyuhyun to make him spill his secret faster, were spreading an evil grin on his face. An ominous feeling ran down Kyuhyun’s spine-something was going to happen, he just knew it.
A few days later finds Kyuhyun sleeping on his bed, finally letting go of his childish ignoring of his hyung and sharing a room with him. Seriously, the couch was too lumpy and he didn’t want to share beds with anyone else. Ryeowook spoke in his sleep and Eunhyuk rolled all over the bed. He didn’t even think about sleeping with Shindong-the older man slept in the nude-ew, and Donghae was a cuddler. He felt like a giant teddy bear. And he would never ask to share a bed with Yesung because…well, he couldn’t. Leeteuk, who invited him to share his bed, was the most comfortable to sleep with. But after 2 days of tossing and turning, afraid his dreams were going to claim his sleep again and he would either start moaning or start humping Leeteuk, he couldn’t tell the leader why he kept avoiding sleeping in his own bed, so he had to give up on that and go back to his own room. He wasn’t mad at Sungmin per se, but he wasn’t on the best terms either. Boy could he hold a grudge. Add to the fact that his dreams were getting a bit more…intense and it’s no wonder why he’s so frustrated. He’d never been a morning person but damn were things getting bad. And not only was he sexually repressed, but Sungmin was witness to those nights when he dreamt.
As it turns out, Kyuhyun is a very heavy sleeper. And now, with Sungmin not being there in the mornings-not liking that the maknae, as soon as he awoke, was ready to bite someone’s head off- Yesung was the one to wake him up. The blaring alarm clock woke up the insomniac from across the hall and Yesung, with bleary eyes stumbled into the maknae’s room, tripping slightly on the messy side of the gamer. Sungmin’s pink side was pristine and it had better be kept that way or the bunny would go on a rampage.
This particular morning was one to remember-and remember he will, whether he wants to or not. Sungmin was (mercifully) away again (probably at the gym) but Kyu was there in bed, dressed in Pjs, dreaming away. But the second he saw him, Yesung’s eyes widened and certain other body parts began waking up a lot faster than his brain.
Kyuhyun lay on his stomach with that round bubble butt pointed right at him, back slightly arched, the material of his pajama pants pulled tight around his delicious derriere, leaving nothing and everything ot his perverted imagination. A sliver of creamy skin peaking from the space between his pants and his shit, an image more enticing than if he would’ve been shirtless. Kyuhyun’s arms were positioned above his head, crossed at the wrists, a submissive and provocative pose in Yesung’s eyes. Before Yesung could think twice of shutting that infernal alarm off, Kyuhyun began writhing on the bed, hips swaying to some unknown rhythm-Yesung prayed he was dancing in his sleep but he knew he wasn’t that lucky-especially when Kyuhyun started moaning and talking.
“Oh…Hyung~. Harder..” The last was said breathlessly, so low Yesung almost didn’t hear. But god he knew he hadn’t missed that and his pants grew tighter, his heart beat faster and any thought remotely associated with alarm clocks and schedules flew out the window. He couldn’t think of anything, not when he was focusing entirely on the way Kyuhyun’s hips rolled and undulated against the bed, thrusting against the mattress only to push back his hips, as though offering his delectable backside for Yesung to take. Kyuhyun was panting now, humping faster and Yesung knew he was close. A grunt, a moan a gasp and Yesung knew Kyuhyun had reached his climax. The way those cheeks squeezed shut as he rutted against the bed, face pressed into the pillow as he mewled his release was almost more than Yesung could take. His pants felt way too tight for pajama pants and as he looked at the tent in his boxer shorts a wet spot was forming at the top, he knew he had to stop. But the sight of Kyuhyun, the way his body arched, and writhed and he moaned Yesung wondered what it would be like to be the cause of all of that. To have Kyuhyun’s pleasure filled body undulating under him, feel his muscles spasm around his cock, and he felt his dick throb. It also made him curious as to who this ‘hyung’ was and what exactly ‘he’ was doing to give Kyuhyun so much pleasure- in a dream! Yesung shook his head. It didn’t matter-it didn’t concern him. He walked briskly to the snoozing alarm which had begun to sound once more.
“Mmm…Yesung.” Kyuhyun’s sleep husky voice sent shocks straight to his cock but he refused to let Kyuhyun see him with an erection, especially since his poor dongseang was unknowingly the cause of it.
“Wake up Kyu-ah.” His voice seemed raspier, deeper, his throat dry. Gods, Kyuhyun did this to him with only one intoxicating sight. He didn’t know what he’d do to himself if he saw more.
Kyu was a normal healthy young man, so of course he would have those kinds of dreams but when awake, he was a bit of a prude and Yesung didn’t want to make him feel awkward or weirded out to know that he’d been caught having a very vivd wet dream. Yesung rushed out of the room as Kyu was yawning and stretching, his back arching like a cat and Yesung almost stopped to stare at the delectable backside.
Chastising himself, Yesung refused to masturbate to the intoxicating sight of his dongsaeng, so it went without question that his mood was a bit more foul than usual.
The incident was never spoken of and Kyuhyun was none the wiser that Yesung of all people had seen him like that. He wasn’t so lucky to escape Sungmin though and as he was stuck with his roommate and only willing drinking partner he couldn’t drink under the table, he had been forced to share some very…intimate information. He really didn’t like waking up with a hangover, especially when he had an interview that day. Unfortunately he could still remember the conversation.
“So what does Yesung do to you in your dreams?” Sungmin had asked after Kyuhyun was reasonably tipsy-by Kyuhyun’s standards- and so his tongue was loose.
“He…Yesung-hyung…spanks me.” IF the worlds were only so merciful as to swallow him whole he’d be forever grateful to the universe. Unfortunately real life didn’t work that way.
A few minutes of intense silence passed, neither breathed as they waited for the others’ reaction.
Kyuhyun thought Sungmin was going to laugh at him. He would’ve preferred it if the elder did, since Sungmin began psychoanalyzing him.
“You know….in retrospect, it makes sense that you have a spanking fetish.” That was enough to have Kyu let out a very eloquent ‘huh?’ as he looked like he had swallowed something really bitter. Hopefully his face wouldn’t be stuck like that.
“And it also explains why you’re in love with him.” That was enough o snap Kyu back to reality.
“I’m not in love with anyone!” Kyuhyun seethed. He hated that word.
Sungmin stayed quiet, watching Kyuhyun as the maknae’s glare evaporated with a tired sigh. He knew he couldn’t convince Sungmin otherwise.
“He’s a great man. There’s nothing wrong with loving him. I love him too.” Kyuhyun’s sharp glare barely fazed him,
“Not like that. He’s like a brother. I don’t get jealous like you do when he hugs others, or when his attention isn’t focused on me. You like him as more than just a hyung or a friend. You get worried whenever he gets tired or annoyed or he strains himself. You’re always the first at his side when he’s exhausted; you two call each other at the weirdest times and no matter how tired you are, you’ll answer his call and vice versa. I don’t think you even notice it, but whenever he’s not near you’re gloomier and you smile so wide whenever he even so much as looks at you. Hell, Hyukjae and I are best friends and I certainly don’t think about him that way.”
He ignored Kyuhyun’s silence as he kept talking, more like thinking out loud, his words coming a bit faster than before. Almost as though he had an epiphany.
“Oh!” he exclaimed suddenly. “That’s why it’s Yesung. He’s the one who promised you never to get mad at you no matter how much you annoyed him and to this day he’s kept his promise. But you want him to get angry…? You want to get disciplined. You…you think we let you get away with too much so you need to feel like someone other than you is in control. And Yesung….he’s been there for you since you first joined and you weren’t accepted.”
He felt like Sherlock Holmes having solved a great mystery as a smile of satisfaction graced his lips. What he failed to see was that Kyuhyun still hadn’t figured it all out and so all this information was a bit much for the maknae.
Kyu stood up and walked out of the room without saying a word, not sure how he felt.
But now that Sungmin had figured everything out, he could now set his plan into motion.
And who didn’t love a little bit of teasing?