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remixiedTitle: With Friends Like These
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: ReaderxSungmin
Word count: over 3,000
Rating: NC-17
Summary: You hate your friends and they're totally trying to ruin your life, only not...
A/N: Seo Jin and In Young are original characters, even though their names already belong to other people ^^" Oops. While writing this, a few things have become very obvious to me: I SUCK at second person POV and het in way that can't even be described. Also, Sungmin HAS to be gay. -_-"
To the lovely folk who requested what turned out to be such a piece of crap fic:
Unfortunately, Mimi, yours is slightly longer than JYF's- DON'T KILL ME PLZ! This was just slightly easier to write since you know, I'M A FAN OF SUJU AND EVERYTHING... And G.O. HAS NO FREAKING PERSONALITY. You hear that? You married a man that has the emotional capacity of a freaking teaspoon . /dies Look what you guys did to me!
Please try to enjoy?
I'm really tired of this bullshit, you think to yourself as you slam your locker shut with such force you hear the magnets stuck to it fall down. You lean your head against the cool surface and sigh, wondering how this day could possibly get any worse. High school blows.
"Hey," a soft voice startles you and you bump your head.
"Oww!" you push your hand against your forehead and turn around to find Sungmin, the kid from your AP Euro class (whom you spend most of your time staring at), standing in front of you, head tilted with a curious expression.
"You okay?" he moves closer, a gentle smile on his face, his hand out-stretched cautiously.
"Aha" you laugh nervously and bend down to pick up your bag, dodging his hand, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just, haha one of those days." You roll your eyes at your response, prepared to launch into a self depreciating monologue, but something stops you.
It could be the extreme decrease in personal space you're experiencing. He'd stepped closer to you, an unreadable expression on his face. You had only a few seconds to analyze it before your eyes slide shut at the feel of his soft lips moving against yours.
He pulls back moments later and smiles like nothing happened, before darting down the hallway and shouting a cheerful, "See you later!"
Dazed, you lift your hand to wave, but he's already turned the corner into the tech wing.
Sungmin just kissed you. Lee Sungmin just laid one on you and you stood there gaping like a fish out of water. Awesome.
You go back to banging you head against the locker, muttering about the complete and utter unfairness of your life.
____
My best friends are total douchebags, you think to yourself. You've known In Young for pretty much your entire life, and Seo Jin for about half of your life, but you've never seen them act this freaking stupid.
"Guys, were we even invited to this party?!" you screech as they take you by your arms and push you through the crowd of people loitering outside the door. The house is huge, a veritable manison, but people are still trickling out of the open doors. You take a moment to wonder if the entire high school showed up. When you look to your left, you see Yesung, the dorky kid from your fifth period calc class, in a very intense lip lock with the shy kid whose name you can never remember from your piano class. Well if they were here, you supposed it was okay that you were...
In Young paused in the middle of the crowd and whipped around pinning you with a glare, "Don't even tell me you're still worried about the invite."
Seo Jin rolls her eyes and jostles you when you don't answer, "C'mon it's fine! There's going to be tons of people we know here!"
You shrug and avoid In Young's eyes, you hear her groan before she grabs your elbow and Seo Jin's and tugs both of you closer, wrapping an arm around each of your shoulders in her usual, overly affectionate way, "It's fine, besides, do you even know whose house this is? Mmph-"
Seo Jin slaps a hand over her mouth and growls, "You. Ruin. Everything."
In Young's eyes narrow as she smiles at Seo Jin's widening ones, "You're so disgusting!" she yells as she pulls her hand away and rubs it on her jeans, "Ew."
You laugh, put at ease by your friends antics, In Young offers you a triumphant smile and continues leading you forward, "This is gonna be fun!" she laughs and continues making your way toward the door.
____
Seo Jin pulls you down onto her lap, only one free seat on the couch, while In Young traipses off to find out about the music they're playing.
"Having fun yet?"
You chuckle darkly and Seo Jin smiles and leans her head on your shoulder, "She's just trying to help, you know?"
"I don't think In Young has a firm grasp on the meaning of that word..."
You know exactly when In Young has found the DJ because the intro to "She Wants It" has Seo Jin pushing you off her lap and tugging you into the throng of gyrating bodies, "I love this song!" She shouts as Kibum, the American transfer, yells, "I hate these guys!"
You laugh and decide it's not all bad.
____
You've spent five songs on the dance floor and seen pretty much everyone in your year. Except, you think, for Sungmin.
You glance around you, trying to make out faces in the dim lighting, but the strobe lights are dizzying. You reach out for Seo Jin and shake her shoulder, "I'm gonna go find In Young!" you shout over the music. She nods, not really paying attention to you, and continues grinding with a tall senior. Facial hair, you note, should've seen that coming...
____
Well, you found In Young. Sitting in the crowded kitchen, whispering into Sungmin's ear and smirking in a way that you know means something's up.
"Well fuck," you swear under your breath. But apparently, it wasn't as quietly as you thought. In Young's head snaps towards you and she smiles, genuinely. You feel your heart break, How can she not know?
She leans over and breathes into Sungmin's ear one final time before she pats his arm, stands, and walks toward you, "Lemme guess, Seo Jin's being a slut again? I guess I better go make sure she makes it home pure..." She shoves you gently and disappears with a smirk.
Seo Jin's not the slut here... Okay maybe she is, but the point is-
Your inner ramblings are cut off by a hand in yours, pulling you forward. You look up to find warm brown eyes, staring at you with concern, "You look like you're ready to kill someone..."
"Uh..." you laugh nervously, wincing at the falseness, "No, it's just- You know," you wave your free hand around vaguely and hope he doesn't ask for a further explanation, because you think you're all stuttered out.
"So you're friends with In Young?" he asks as he leads you, hands still joined, into a relatively quiet hallway.
Used to be. "We go way back. Are you..." you trail off, not knowing how to ask without sounding creepy
"I might have a class with her, but she doesn't show up often enough for me to actually know, though." He laughs and a pleasant heat settles in your chest. "You're here with Seo Jin, too, right? I like her, she's pretty...uh, in your face..."
You squelch the building jealousy, "Yeah, she's cool."
You drop your gaze and let your sight linger a second too long on his lips, remembering how they felt against yours.
You were prepared for an awkward silence, not another kiss. But you find yourself backed against a wall, his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against his body. He leans in and swipes his parted lips against yours, you're almost too shocked to respond. But when he dips back down you finally kiss him back, enjoying the tingle that the contact sends through you.
His mouth is soft and insistent against yours, his tongue traces your bottom lip lightly and you shiver as he pulls back, "Sorry," he looks anything but, "I couldn't help myself."
He pushes your hair back and kisses you lightly on the neck, then ducks down the hallway and out of sight.
Seriously, God?
____
A warm puff of breath ghosts across your ear, "I heard he's even better horizontally." you shove In Young off of you.
"What the fuck?! I hate you." You announce solemnly
"No you don't!" Seo Jin calls from the corner the senior from before has her pressed against, his hands in places Seo Jin would later deny they ever were.
In Young rolls her eyes and pulls the senior back by the collar, "Down boy!"
Seo Jin pouts, smoothing her hair down, "You ruin all my fun!"
"So, did you have a nice talk with Sungmin?" she elbows Seo Jin, who leers back at you
"I hate you, both of you." you repeat, falling back onto a couch that a couple had recently vacated in favor of a less crowded venue.
Seo Jin tugs In Young after her, presumably towards the mob of people dancing, yelling over her shoulder, "No you don't!"
You drop your head against the back of the couch and close your eyes letting out a sigh, you're terribly confused and mostly annoyed.
"Anyone sitting there?"
A few more people join you on the couch and before you know it, you're feeling better. You're laughing and joking with the group of people around you, and it's not that hard to keep your head away from the mess of thoughts that surround Sungmin and his kiss thievery.
____
It's a little while later when the boy who was sitting next to you returns from the kitchen and hands you a drink, "It's sweet, I think you'll like it!"
You know better than to drink whatever someone hands you, but not wanting to be rude, you smile and accept the drink. Maybe you can pour it into a plant or something. As if he'd read your thoughts, the boy quirks and eyebrow and chuckles boisterously, "You're funny."
"And you're shameless," Sungmin swoops in and takes the drink from you, "you've already got Eeteuk and Henry drunk, Kangin. Leave her be."
He sets the drink down on a coffee table that's littered with abandoned cups, shaking his head with a smile as Kangin's friends reprimand him for getting the magnae of their group drunk.
"C'mon," He takes your hand and pulls you to your feet. You think for a moment, that following him might not be the best idea, but you can't quite convince yourself not to.
You're back in the hallway, the music blaring in the main room is muffled slightly. He guides you over the the staircase and you both sit a few steps up from the bottom.
"I wasn't going to drink it, you know."
He smiles at you, you glare at him, "Right." he says
The sound of his laughter sends that familiar warmth to your chest, and you feel the annoyance seep out of you, even as you hear yourself ask, "Why are you laughing? You think it's nice to tease girls?"
The light hits his eyes in a funny way, making him look almost predatory, as he leans in to whisper, "Sometimes," before sliding a hand into your hair and kissing you breathless. His lips on yours feel almost familiar, with that thought stuck on repeat in you mind, you lean into it and give as good as you get.
A kiss that started off sweet and slow, quickly progresses to hot and rough as it deteriorates into clashing teeth and tongues. You're not too sure how, but somehow you've ended up with your back to the stairs, and him leaning over you, hands braced on either side of your head. You lift your hand to his shoulder and clutch the soft material of his tee shirt, like it'll stop him from walking away again.
His hand starts to slide under the hem of your shirt and you pull back, panting, "Sungmin, wait," he looks almost guilty for a second before he straightens and flashes a smile, shrugging lightly.
"Sorry about that, I uh... I just..." And now it's his turn to trip over his words. You watch him struggle under a hot blush for a second, amused, and frankly relieved that you're not the only one capable of complete and utter inarticulateness.
"Sungmin," you try again, he doesn't meet your eyes until you continue, "I want to. Just not... here," you gesture widely around you.
"Really?" the shock on his face would be almost funny, if it weren't so sincere. You friends had teased you mercilessly over how obvious your crush was, was it even possible that Sungmin didn't know?
"Yeah. I mean, a stairwell is a little... you know," Now, you think, would be a great time to admit how much you like him. But you're not that great with confessions and you figure the physicality of the whole thing speaks for itself... sort of.
He laughs, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Uhm, there's a room upstairs?"
You raise your eyebrows, "Empty?"
"I know for a fact, it will be." His smile is blinding white as he takes your hand and leads you up.
____
"Wait a second," he pulls a key out of his pocket and fits it into the door handle, one turn and the door is opened, "Ta da!" he walks in and flips on the light. He gestures for you to follow, but you're frozen at the doorway.
"Sungmin, why do you have a key to this door..." And then he's pulling you through, the sound of his laughter ringing in your ears.
"I didn't want anyone in here, last time... well let's just say that things were a little awkward between me, Siwon, Hankyung and Heechul for a while..."
Then it clicks. This must have been why they had been so insistent upon dragging you here. Why they had you get all dolled up and shook off the idea of an invite. "Those fucking bitches!" you hiss under your breath.
"Huh?" Sungmin asks, turning to face you
"Oh, haha, nothing...Just uhm, nothing." you valiantly resist the urge to smack yourself.
You take a minute to look around you as Sungmin stands off to the side, fidgeting nervously. The walls are decorated with posters of various bands, some you know, some you've never heard of. There's a keyboard set up alongside a guitar stand, and you can see a violin case peeking out from under the bed, which is covered with a pink (?!) bedspread. Pictures of Sungmin and his friends and family occupy pretty much every available surface-"So yeah. This is it!"
"It's nice," you say, taking a seat on the bed, "but really, pink?" you pluck at the bedspread, a teasing smile on your face.
"I think it's a nice color," and then he's an inch away from your face, eyes hooded and lips parted enticingly, "it looks good on you." he brushes his fingertips lightly over the blush on your cheeks, and trails chaste kisses along you jaw line.
You lay your hands gently on his chin and guide him up to meet your lips. As the kiss deepens, you recline back onto the bed, tugging him down after you. He nuzzles your neck and presses hot kisses over your thrumming pulse, as his hands slide down to grip your hips.
His mouth on yours is perfect, hot, wet and eager. You decide that his shirt is unnecessary, and he seems to agree as he helps you pull it off of him, lips crashing together as soon as he's freed. When you flick your tongue against the roof of his mouth, he groans and presses against you, all tense muscle under soft skin. Maybe your shirt is too much, too? Sungmin doesn't seem to mind when you lean back to peel it off.
He's mouthing a spot behind your ear that makes your toes curl when you hand finds the top button on his jeans, he lays a hand over yours and whispers, "This is much further than I planned on taking it, you don't have to..."
You push him off of you and back onto the bed, your hands working at his fly, "I'm a big girl, I can make my own decisions. I want this," you pull him to the edge of the bed and kneel between his legs, pushing apart his knees, "and so do you."
His only response is a long drawn out, "Yeah," as you pull his arousal out and tongue the head, smearing the salty drops of precome, before taking it as far as you can down your throat and sucking for all you're worth. You don't have much experience with this kind of thing, but when you glance up, Sungmin's eyes are closed and he's gripping the sheets, panting.
You begin to bob your head, careful not to take more than you're able to, his moans are almost musical. He moves a hand to the back of your neck, encouraging, but not pushing. You can tell by the way the muscles in his thighs twitch that he's getting close, you relax your throat as best you can and open your jaw as wide as possible and attempt to deep throat him. You figure you're doing pretty well, about an inch from the base and he's calling your name in between moans.
And then you're sitting back on your heels, his hands on your shoulders, looking into his eyes wondering what happened.
"I didn't... I mean- I know you're not like that..." He says, biting his lip. You notice he hasn't come yet. He looks at you and his eyes are no longer that soft brown, they're now black, dilated with lust.
You stand up and move to straddle him on the bed, his eyes widen in surprise, "It's my choice." you cut off his protests with a fierce kiss as you drop your hand to stroke him, slowly. He bucks up into the touch and you smile against his full lips. You use your free hand to lift his hand place it over your fly, he pulls your zipper down without any hesitation. Your jeans end up somewhere around your knees.
His touches grow bolder by the second, and then he's dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, and pushing one then two inside of you, he swallows your moans, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. The feeling is almost overwhelming, you're rocking against his hand shamelessly. You feel his cock twitch in your grasp with every noise he coaxes out of you. It's too much, and still not enough.
"Wait," you say. He pauses, confusion stark on his face, you lean against his chest to escape it, "Just take them all the way off," you breathe against his collarbone as he nods.
It's when he's between your legs, rolling on the condom that you realize this is actually your life, not a dream. This is flesh and blood Sungmin (AP Euro eye candy), and he's about to fuck you. You love your life.
He pushes in with one smooth thrust that's got you biting back curses against the back of your hand, he reaches down and pulls it away from your mouth, pinning it over your head, "I wanna hear you," he smirks, and then presses his lips to yours before pulling out and slamming back in.
You arch your back off the bed and moan as his thrusts grow faster, harder. You lift your leg and wrap it around his hip, it starts to slip from the frenzy of movement. Sungmin moves his hand under your knee and hikes your leg higher, holding it there as he pushes back in, even deeper this time; the feeling of him filling you is almost overwhelming in its intensity.
You can feel the heat slowly growing inside of you, making you writhe against him, pushing your hips back for more, anything, please. He just grins and keeps fucking you, the pleasure is almost agonizing. You toss your head back and he marks your neck roughly. That's more than enough to send you over the edge. You tighten around him, and he groans your name, thrusts once, twice, as he comes with a shudder.
He drops down onto you, burying his head in your neck and breathing heavily. You wrap your arms around him, and think post coital bliss is pretty much awesome. Until, that is, you hear an obnoxiously loud and unfortunately familiar sound outside the door.
"YEAAAAAAH!" Seo Jin laughs and catcalls. There's a pseudo drumroll on the door as In Young announces, "CONGRATULATIONS!" at the top of her lungs.
You groan and flush with embarrassment, Sungmin raises his head and laughs, "They're always like this?"
"Uhm... yeah, come to think of it..."
There's more noise outside the door before Seo Jin calls, "Well I guess you guys are busy so-" She's cut off by the boisterous laughter that could only belong to In Young, "YOU CAN THANK US LATER!"
Sungmin drops feathery kisses across your heated cheeks, barely repressed laughter in his eyes, "Maybe we should?"
"Don't encourage them." you give him what you hope is a very threatening glare, "I think...Yeah no, I still hate them."
I better get so much love for this, Mimi. I hope you like it at least a little ^^;;
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: ReaderxSungmin
Word count: over 3,000
Rating: NC-17
Summary: You hate your friends and they're totally trying to ruin your life, only not...
A/N: Seo Jin and In Young are original characters, even though their names already belong to other people ^^" Oops. While writing this, a few things have become very obvious to me: I SUCK at second person POV and het in way that can't even be described. Also, Sungmin HAS to be gay. -_-"
To the lovely folk who requested what turned out to be such a piece of crap fic:
Unfortunately, Mimi, yours is slightly longer than JYF's- DON'T KILL ME PLZ! This was just slightly easier to write since you know, I'M A FAN OF SUJU AND EVERYTHING... And G.O. HAS NO FREAKING PERSONALITY. You hear that? You married a man that has the emotional capacity of a freaking teaspoon . /dies Look what you guys did to me!
Please try to enjoy?
I'm really tired of this bullshit, you think to yourself as you slam your locker shut with such force you hear the magnets stuck to it fall down. You lean your head against the cool surface and sigh, wondering how this day could possibly get any worse. High school blows.
"Hey," a soft voice startles you and you bump your head.
"Oww!" you push your hand against your forehead and turn around to find Sungmin, the kid from your AP Euro class (whom you spend most of your time staring at), standing in front of you, head tilted with a curious expression.
"You okay?" he moves closer, a gentle smile on his face, his hand out-stretched cautiously.
"Aha" you laugh nervously and bend down to pick up your bag, dodging his hand, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just, haha one of those days." You roll your eyes at your response, prepared to launch into a self depreciating monologue, but something stops you.
It could be the extreme decrease in personal space you're experiencing. He'd stepped closer to you, an unreadable expression on his face. You had only a few seconds to analyze it before your eyes slide shut at the feel of his soft lips moving against yours.
He pulls back moments later and smiles like nothing happened, before darting down the hallway and shouting a cheerful, "See you later!"
Dazed, you lift your hand to wave, but he's already turned the corner into the tech wing.
Sungmin just kissed you. Lee Sungmin just laid one on you and you stood there gaping like a fish out of water. Awesome.
You go back to banging you head against the locker, muttering about the complete and utter unfairness of your life.
____
My best friends are total douchebags, you think to yourself. You've known In Young for pretty much your entire life, and Seo Jin for about half of your life, but you've never seen them act this freaking stupid.
"Guys, were we even invited to this party?!" you screech as they take you by your arms and push you through the crowd of people loitering outside the door. The house is huge, a veritable manison, but people are still trickling out of the open doors. You take a moment to wonder if the entire high school showed up. When you look to your left, you see Yesung, the dorky kid from your fifth period calc class, in a very intense lip lock with the shy kid whose name you can never remember from your piano class. Well if they were here, you supposed it was okay that you were...
In Young paused in the middle of the crowd and whipped around pinning you with a glare, "Don't even tell me you're still worried about the invite."
Seo Jin rolls her eyes and jostles you when you don't answer, "C'mon it's fine! There's going to be tons of people we know here!"
You shrug and avoid In Young's eyes, you hear her groan before she grabs your elbow and Seo Jin's and tugs both of you closer, wrapping an arm around each of your shoulders in her usual, overly affectionate way, "It's fine, besides, do you even know whose house this is? Mmph-"
Seo Jin slaps a hand over her mouth and growls, "You. Ruin. Everything."
In Young's eyes narrow as she smiles at Seo Jin's widening ones, "You're so disgusting!" she yells as she pulls her hand away and rubs it on her jeans, "Ew."
You laugh, put at ease by your friends antics, In Young offers you a triumphant smile and continues leading you forward, "This is gonna be fun!" she laughs and continues making your way toward the door.
____
Seo Jin pulls you down onto her lap, only one free seat on the couch, while In Young traipses off to find out about the music they're playing.
"Having fun yet?"
You chuckle darkly and Seo Jin smiles and leans her head on your shoulder, "She's just trying to help, you know?"
"I don't think In Young has a firm grasp on the meaning of that word..."
You know exactly when In Young has found the DJ because the intro to "She Wants It" has Seo Jin pushing you off her lap and tugging you into the throng of gyrating bodies, "I love this song!" She shouts as Kibum, the American transfer, yells, "I hate these guys!"
You laugh and decide it's not all bad.
____
You've spent five songs on the dance floor and seen pretty much everyone in your year. Except, you think, for Sungmin.
You glance around you, trying to make out faces in the dim lighting, but the strobe lights are dizzying. You reach out for Seo Jin and shake her shoulder, "I'm gonna go find In Young!" you shout over the music. She nods, not really paying attention to you, and continues grinding with a tall senior. Facial hair, you note, should've seen that coming...
____
Well, you found In Young. Sitting in the crowded kitchen, whispering into Sungmin's ear and smirking in a way that you know means something's up.
"Well fuck," you swear under your breath. But apparently, it wasn't as quietly as you thought. In Young's head snaps towards you and she smiles, genuinely. You feel your heart break, How can she not know?
She leans over and breathes into Sungmin's ear one final time before she pats his arm, stands, and walks toward you, "Lemme guess, Seo Jin's being a slut again? I guess I better go make sure she makes it home pure..." She shoves you gently and disappears with a smirk.
Seo Jin's not the slut here... Okay maybe she is, but the point is-
Your inner ramblings are cut off by a hand in yours, pulling you forward. You look up to find warm brown eyes, staring at you with concern, "You look like you're ready to kill someone..."
"Uh..." you laugh nervously, wincing at the falseness, "No, it's just- You know," you wave your free hand around vaguely and hope he doesn't ask for a further explanation, because you think you're all stuttered out.
"So you're friends with In Young?" he asks as he leads you, hands still joined, into a relatively quiet hallway.
Used to be. "We go way back. Are you..." you trail off, not knowing how to ask without sounding creepy
"I might have a class with her, but she doesn't show up often enough for me to actually know, though." He laughs and a pleasant heat settles in your chest. "You're here with Seo Jin, too, right? I like her, she's pretty...uh, in your face..."
You squelch the building jealousy, "Yeah, she's cool."
You drop your gaze and let your sight linger a second too long on his lips, remembering how they felt against yours.
You were prepared for an awkward silence, not another kiss. But you find yourself backed against a wall, his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against his body. He leans in and swipes his parted lips against yours, you're almost too shocked to respond. But when he dips back down you finally kiss him back, enjoying the tingle that the contact sends through you.
His mouth is soft and insistent against yours, his tongue traces your bottom lip lightly and you shiver as he pulls back, "Sorry," he looks anything but, "I couldn't help myself."
He pushes your hair back and kisses you lightly on the neck, then ducks down the hallway and out of sight.
Seriously, God?
____
A warm puff of breath ghosts across your ear, "I heard he's even better horizontally." you shove In Young off of you.
"What the fuck?! I hate you." You announce solemnly
"No you don't!" Seo Jin calls from the corner the senior from before has her pressed against, his hands in places Seo Jin would later deny they ever were.
In Young rolls her eyes and pulls the senior back by the collar, "Down boy!"
Seo Jin pouts, smoothing her hair down, "You ruin all my fun!"
"So, did you have a nice talk with Sungmin?" she elbows Seo Jin, who leers back at you
"I hate you, both of you." you repeat, falling back onto a couch that a couple had recently vacated in favor of a less crowded venue.
Seo Jin tugs In Young after her, presumably towards the mob of people dancing, yelling over her shoulder, "No you don't!"
You drop your head against the back of the couch and close your eyes letting out a sigh, you're terribly confused and mostly annoyed.
"Anyone sitting there?"
A few more people join you on the couch and before you know it, you're feeling better. You're laughing and joking with the group of people around you, and it's not that hard to keep your head away from the mess of thoughts that surround Sungmin and his kiss thievery.
____
It's a little while later when the boy who was sitting next to you returns from the kitchen and hands you a drink, "It's sweet, I think you'll like it!"
You know better than to drink whatever someone hands you, but not wanting to be rude, you smile and accept the drink. Maybe you can pour it into a plant or something. As if he'd read your thoughts, the boy quirks and eyebrow and chuckles boisterously, "You're funny."
"And you're shameless," Sungmin swoops in and takes the drink from you, "you've already got Eeteuk and Henry drunk, Kangin. Leave her be."
He sets the drink down on a coffee table that's littered with abandoned cups, shaking his head with a smile as Kangin's friends reprimand him for getting the magnae of their group drunk.
"C'mon," He takes your hand and pulls you to your feet. You think for a moment, that following him might not be the best idea, but you can't quite convince yourself not to.
You're back in the hallway, the music blaring in the main room is muffled slightly. He guides you over the the staircase and you both sit a few steps up from the bottom.
"I wasn't going to drink it, you know."
He smiles at you, you glare at him, "Right." he says
The sound of his laughter sends that familiar warmth to your chest, and you feel the annoyance seep out of you, even as you hear yourself ask, "Why are you laughing? You think it's nice to tease girls?"
The light hits his eyes in a funny way, making him look almost predatory, as he leans in to whisper, "Sometimes," before sliding a hand into your hair and kissing you breathless. His lips on yours feel almost familiar, with that thought stuck on repeat in you mind, you lean into it and give as good as you get.
A kiss that started off sweet and slow, quickly progresses to hot and rough as it deteriorates into clashing teeth and tongues. You're not too sure how, but somehow you've ended up with your back to the stairs, and him leaning over you, hands braced on either side of your head. You lift your hand to his shoulder and clutch the soft material of his tee shirt, like it'll stop him from walking away again.
His hand starts to slide under the hem of your shirt and you pull back, panting, "Sungmin, wait," he looks almost guilty for a second before he straightens and flashes a smile, shrugging lightly.
"Sorry about that, I uh... I just..." And now it's his turn to trip over his words. You watch him struggle under a hot blush for a second, amused, and frankly relieved that you're not the only one capable of complete and utter inarticulateness.
"Sungmin," you try again, he doesn't meet your eyes until you continue, "I want to. Just not... here," you gesture widely around you.
"Really?" the shock on his face would be almost funny, if it weren't so sincere. You friends had teased you mercilessly over how obvious your crush was, was it even possible that Sungmin didn't know?
"Yeah. I mean, a stairwell is a little... you know," Now, you think, would be a great time to admit how much you like him. But you're not that great with confessions and you figure the physicality of the whole thing speaks for itself... sort of.
He laughs, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Uhm, there's a room upstairs?"
You raise your eyebrows, "Empty?"
"I know for a fact, it will be." His smile is blinding white as he takes your hand and leads you up.
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"Wait a second," he pulls a key out of his pocket and fits it into the door handle, one turn and the door is opened, "Ta da!" he walks in and flips on the light. He gestures for you to follow, but you're frozen at the doorway.
"Sungmin, why do you have a key to this door..." And then he's pulling you through, the sound of his laughter ringing in your ears.
"I didn't want anyone in here, last time... well let's just say that things were a little awkward between me, Siwon, Hankyung and Heechul for a while..."
Then it clicks. This must have been why they had been so insistent upon dragging you here. Why they had you get all dolled up and shook off the idea of an invite. "Those fucking bitches!" you hiss under your breath.
"Huh?" Sungmin asks, turning to face you
"Oh, haha, nothing...Just uhm, nothing." you valiantly resist the urge to smack yourself.
You take a minute to look around you as Sungmin stands off to the side, fidgeting nervously. The walls are decorated with posters of various bands, some you know, some you've never heard of. There's a keyboard set up alongside a guitar stand, and you can see a violin case peeking out from under the bed, which is covered with a pink (?!) bedspread. Pictures of Sungmin and his friends and family occupy pretty much every available surface-"So yeah. This is it!"
"It's nice," you say, taking a seat on the bed, "but really, pink?" you pluck at the bedspread, a teasing smile on your face.
"I think it's a nice color," and then he's an inch away from your face, eyes hooded and lips parted enticingly, "it looks good on you." he brushes his fingertips lightly over the blush on your cheeks, and trails chaste kisses along you jaw line.
You lay your hands gently on his chin and guide him up to meet your lips. As the kiss deepens, you recline back onto the bed, tugging him down after you. He nuzzles your neck and presses hot kisses over your thrumming pulse, as his hands slide down to grip your hips.
His mouth on yours is perfect, hot, wet and eager. You decide that his shirt is unnecessary, and he seems to agree as he helps you pull it off of him, lips crashing together as soon as he's freed. When you flick your tongue against the roof of his mouth, he groans and presses against you, all tense muscle under soft skin. Maybe your shirt is too much, too? Sungmin doesn't seem to mind when you lean back to peel it off.
He's mouthing a spot behind your ear that makes your toes curl when you hand finds the top button on his jeans, he lays a hand over yours and whispers, "This is much further than I planned on taking it, you don't have to..."
You push him off of you and back onto the bed, your hands working at his fly, "I'm a big girl, I can make my own decisions. I want this," you pull him to the edge of the bed and kneel between his legs, pushing apart his knees, "and so do you."
His only response is a long drawn out, "Yeah," as you pull his arousal out and tongue the head, smearing the salty drops of precome, before taking it as far as you can down your throat and sucking for all you're worth. You don't have much experience with this kind of thing, but when you glance up, Sungmin's eyes are closed and he's gripping the sheets, panting.
You begin to bob your head, careful not to take more than you're able to, his moans are almost musical. He moves a hand to the back of your neck, encouraging, but not pushing. You can tell by the way the muscles in his thighs twitch that he's getting close, you relax your throat as best you can and open your jaw as wide as possible and attempt to deep throat him. You figure you're doing pretty well, about an inch from the base and he's calling your name in between moans.
And then you're sitting back on your heels, his hands on your shoulders, looking into his eyes wondering what happened.
"I didn't... I mean- I know you're not like that..." He says, biting his lip. You notice he hasn't come yet. He looks at you and his eyes are no longer that soft brown, they're now black, dilated with lust.
You stand up and move to straddle him on the bed, his eyes widen in surprise, "It's my choice." you cut off his protests with a fierce kiss as you drop your hand to stroke him, slowly. He bucks up into the touch and you smile against his full lips. You use your free hand to lift his hand place it over your fly, he pulls your zipper down without any hesitation. Your jeans end up somewhere around your knees.
His touches grow bolder by the second, and then he's dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, and pushing one then two inside of you, he swallows your moans, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. The feeling is almost overwhelming, you're rocking against his hand shamelessly. You feel his cock twitch in your grasp with every noise he coaxes out of you. It's too much, and still not enough.
"Wait," you say. He pauses, confusion stark on his face, you lean against his chest to escape it, "Just take them all the way off," you breathe against his collarbone as he nods.
It's when he's between your legs, rolling on the condom that you realize this is actually your life, not a dream. This is flesh and blood Sungmin (AP Euro eye candy), and he's about to fuck you. You love your life.
He pushes in with one smooth thrust that's got you biting back curses against the back of your hand, he reaches down and pulls it away from your mouth, pinning it over your head, "I wanna hear you," he smirks, and then presses his lips to yours before pulling out and slamming back in.
You arch your back off the bed and moan as his thrusts grow faster, harder. You lift your leg and wrap it around his hip, it starts to slip from the frenzy of movement. Sungmin moves his hand under your knee and hikes your leg higher, holding it there as he pushes back in, even deeper this time; the feeling of him filling you is almost overwhelming in its intensity.
You can feel the heat slowly growing inside of you, making you writhe against him, pushing your hips back for more, anything, please. He just grins and keeps fucking you, the pleasure is almost agonizing. You toss your head back and he marks your neck roughly. That's more than enough to send you over the edge. You tighten around him, and he groans your name, thrusts once, twice, as he comes with a shudder.
He drops down onto you, burying his head in your neck and breathing heavily. You wrap your arms around him, and think post coital bliss is pretty much awesome. Until, that is, you hear an obnoxiously loud and unfortunately familiar sound outside the door.
"YEAAAAAAH!" Seo Jin laughs and catcalls. There's a pseudo drumroll on the door as In Young announces, "CONGRATULATIONS!" at the top of her lungs.
You groan and flush with embarrassment, Sungmin raises his head and laughs, "They're always like this?"
"Uhm... yeah, come to think of it..."
There's more noise outside the door before Seo Jin calls, "Well I guess you guys are busy so-" She's cut off by the boisterous laughter that could only belong to In Young, "YOU CAN THANK US LATER!"
Sungmin drops feathery kisses across your heated cheeks, barely repressed laughter in his eyes, "Maybe we should?"
"Don't encourage them." you give him what you hope is a very threatening glare, "I think...Yeah no, I still hate them."
I better get so much love for this, Mimi. I hope you like it at least a little ^^;;
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Date: 2009-12-11 04:19 am (UTC)I'm so relieved to hear you liked it haha, I thought you were gonna be like, "Wow, nice fail jackass!"