Scenarios made up from pictures/GIFs about Super Junior, written for fun primarily by Admin R and Admin C. These scenarios are usually written in the second person and range from real-life to AU, and from cute to smut to shameless word-porn.
Found a request for this hiding in the ask box, so illmeltyoudownlikeicecream, this is for you! <3 Warning: smut “Get out!” Donghae screams when he turns in the shower and notices you standing in the bathroom, your phone in the air, the sound of the camera shutter echoing off the tiles. “But it’s for the fans,” you reply with a grin, continuing to take photos as Donghae shields himself behind the towel on the other side of the door. Rolling his eyes but grinning all the same, he poses for a picture. You snap it on your phone with a smile. “Okay, you’ve taken your photo, now get out.” “Nope. That was for the fans; these are for me.” You continue to take photos, trying to conceal your smile when snap a good one of his wet, muscular back and his perky ass. “Baby, behave.” “Make me.” You hear him chuckle over the sound of the shower. He always told you to behave, but you knew he loved it when you didn’t. You remove your clothes, open the shower door quietly and slide in before wrapping your arms around his back and pressing kisses to his shoulder blade. Donghae turns and tilts his head to the side, a smile pulling at his lips. “Aren’t photos enough?” “Nope. I like the real thing,” you reply, running your fingers over his collarbone. You feel his warm, wet hands on your waist and he presses you against the cold tiles, attaching his lips to yours. He presses his body onto yours, making you gasp at the feeling of his wet skin sliding over yours. He uses that opportunity to search out your tongue, and you quickly chase his tongue back into his mouth with your own. Your fingers run through his soaked hair and down the back of his neck as his fingers creep up from your waist until his thumbs rub over your nipples. You moan softly and he sucks on your neck harder, creating a deep pink mark that the water runs over when he kisses your lips. Your hand slides down his firm body and wraps around his cock, half-hard but only getting harder, and pumps it slowly. Donghae’s lips stutter on yours and he groans. “Fuck…” he mutters on your lips before retaliating with his fingers teasing your nipples, turning them into hard peaks that even the hot water cascading down on the two of you can’t soften. Your hand on his cock speeds up and Donghae lets his own hand wander southwards, touching you right where you need him, rubbing your clit with the pad of a finger. You inhale sharply through your nose and grip his hair tighter. Before you can register what’s going on, Donghae brushes your hand away, grabs you by the back of your thighs and lifts you up. The wall of the shower is cold against your back, but Donghae’s body is oh-so warm. You wrap your legs around him, holding yourself up, while he takes one hand off your thigh to line up and enter you. Your eyelids flutter shut and your head tips back at the feeling of him inside you, stretching your walls. He starts up an even but quick pace, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine with every sinful movement of his hips. His biceps bulge as he holds you up, and you take this oppourtunity to grasp onto them tightly, digging your nails into the yeilding flesh, groping the firm muscle underneath. Donghae hisses but moans as you leave half-moon imprints in his flesh before his teeth come into contact with your collarbone. He abuses it thoroughly, leaving bite-marks along it before licking over them soothingly only to suckle on it once more. “O-oh God, Donghae…” His thrusts become rougher, his hips slamming into yours, your hipbones grinding into his in the most delicious way. The water streams down from the shower head, dousing you and Donghae, soaking his hair and running down his chest, pooling in the little valleys that his collarbones made. Droplet land and drip off his bottom lip, parted from the top as he pants. You can’t deny how ridiculously sexy he looks like this. Donghae shifts his feet a little and the slight change in position makes him reach that spot inside that makes your toes curl. Your hips buck off the wall as he abused that spot, hitting it with every rough thrust. He moans as your walls flutter around him, letting him that you’re close. “Cum for me, baby.” You don’t need to be told twice. With a cry of his name, your eyes fly open and your back arches off the wall, your legs tightening around him and your while body jerking as your walls clamp around Donghae’s cock. A few thunderous thrusts later, Donghae joins you in the throes of euphoria; he buries himself balls-deep inside you and comes undone, his muscles tense and your name on his lips. With a kiss, your feet are reunited with the shower floor and you lean against Donghae for support, who is also a little unsteady. “Better than photos?” You can’t help but nod.
The much-awaited Donghaexfood fic! Thanks to anon for the photo <3
Warning: smut You come home from work to find Donghae reclining on your bed, 2 delicious looking cakes next to him. He smiles at you from the bed. “What’s this?” You ask, kicking off your shoes. “I thought we could skip dinner and head straight for dessert.” There’s something in the sparkle in Donghae’s eyes that makes you think that you wouldn’t be eating the cakes with forks. He scoots to the end of the bed and holds his arms out. With a smile, you stand in between his thighs and let him wrap his arms around you. You run a hand through his hair, tilting his head up for a kiss. You are about to pull away from his lips but he doesn’t let you, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth gently. Tongues are quickly introduced and he slides his hands to the buttons on your shirt. He makes quick work of them, pulling each button from its hole with ease, before taking the cuffs in his fingers and pulling the shirt off you, letting it fall to the floor. His lips move to your neck as he makes quick work of your pants, unfastening them and giving them a light tug until they pool at your feet. You step out of them as he kisses lower, paying close attention to the patch of skin in between your breasts as your bra comes off in one movement. He swipes two fingers in the frosting of a cake and wipes it over your hardened nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking it clean. Your breath shudders and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. He does the same to the other nipple before swiping two fingers into the frosting and running them down your stomach. His hands on your hips, he licks down your abdomen, lapping gently at your frosting-coated skin, getting lower and lower. “D-Donghae…” “Mmm?” he mumbles, his tongue just inches from where you him the most. He runs his fingers over your panties, making your body jerk. He smirks at your reaction. “Don’t tease.” “But you love it,” Donghae replies, his breath hot on your skin as he kisses just above the waistband of your panties, his fingers still pressing gently against you. You swallow a moan. “Come here.” Donghae pats the bed and you obey, settling against the pillows. He crawls in between your legs and presses his lips to yours passionately, his hand pulling your panties off. You take this opportunity to rid him off his vest and his shirt, running your hands over his muscular back. He slides down your body before gathering more frosting on his fingers and smearing it against you inner thigh and beyond. You groan the feeling of his fingers finally being where you want them, but what he does next makes you groan more. Hooking his hands under your legs so the back of your thighs rest against his shoulders, he licks up your inner thigh before delving his tongue into you, lapping at the frosting. Your hands curl into the bedsheets as he flicks your clit with the end of his tongue before massaging it with the flat of his tongue, moaning at the sweet taste of the icing mixed with the taste of your wetness. Your back arches at the sensations and you moan, your eyes slipping closed. You feel a slight chill when he smears more frosting over you, and the overwhelming pleasure returns when he dives in again, his tongue entering you and his hands massaging your thighs, keeping them parted. “Oh God, Donghae…fuck…” You saying his name was the trigger to make him stop and he pulls away from you, making you groan in disappoint. His lips curl into a smirk before he plunges his finger into the middle of the other cake before pulling it out and presenting it at your lips, covered in sponge and chocolate frosting. “Suck.” You gladly take his finger into your mouth and suck it clean, curling your tongue around the digit and moving your lips back and forth. Donghae watches and moans quietly. “Fuck, you get me hard.” You grin around his fingers and throw him a cheeky wink. The finger is removed from your mouth and he unfastens his jeans yanking them off his boxers. Positioning himself between your legs, he thrusts into you hard. “God, Donghae, yes!” He starts to fuck you hard, too far gone to be gentle. You don’t mind one bit - you are far too worked up for him to beat about the bush. You want it and you want it hard. Hard is exactly what he gives you; he pulls out and plunges into you roughly, his hips slamming into your inner thighs. It would be sore after, but that’s the the last thing on your mind when Donghae is hitting that spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your head spin. You dig your fingernails into his back and wrap your legs around his body, sending him in deeper. You moan and arch your back, pressing your chest flush against his, the two of you relishing in the extra skin-on-skin contact. The subtle change in position has you writhing under him, your body jerking and fizzing as your breathing turns into breathy gasps and your hands hold onto him tight. “Fuck, Donghae!” You feel like you’ve stopped breathing as your orgasm hits you with all the ferocity of a speeding train. He moans as your walls clamp around his cock and your fingernails dig into his back, leaving crescent moon imprints. He fucks you until you’re finished riding out your high and then pull out before scooping up more cake and frosting, coating his cock in the sweet dessert and straddling your chest, pressing the tip of his cock against your lips. You oblige and open your mouth, engulfing his cock, moaning at the taste of yourself mixed with the sweetness of the cake. You take his cock deep and work your tongue against the rapidly pulsating vein on the underside. Donghae grips your hair and pulls your head off the pillow and forces you to take him deeper. You don’t have to suck for long until he’s panting for breath, his hips jerking as he fucks your mouth. With a cry of your name, he stills his hips and cums. You swallow it all, the frosting making it taste sweet. You suck him clean and he lays next to you, curling up next to you. “Those cakes still look good.” With a grin, Donghae produces two forks and the TV remote. You smile back. He knows you so well.
Written by theunicorn-princess Author’s note: to the lovely and sweet anon who asked for a Donghae fic, this is for you~ <3 Warning: smut You don’t like to be kept waiting. You knew that Donghae was at dance practice with the rest of his group mates, and that he was very dedicated to that matter, but you are a rather impatient person and don’t like to be kept waiting, especially by your boyfriend.Especially if you are being kept from phone sex with him, seeing as you had not seen him for almost a week now. The downside of dating an idol, you think idly. But it has its perks as well, seeing as Donghae has such a perfect body, and it’s a bonus that he is rather kinky to boot. Finally, your phone rings, and you hurriedly snatch it up, checking to see that it was from Donghae before answering it. “Donghae?” You say breathlessly, ever so eager. “Who else?” He gives a small laugh, and even he sounds rather out of breath. Oh goodness, the images that fill your mind at this point; a sweaty Donghae, his shirt sticking to him, outlining every muscle…and oh yes, you know right now that there would definitely be that look in his eyes, the one that promised a very long but satisfying night. Unfortunately, he’s elsewhere at the moment, so he only has his wonderful voice to put to use. “I miss you so much.” You don’t know why you are whispering. “I miss you too. Let’s play,” Donghae says, voice suddenly low and sexy. “Are you alone?” “Of course.” One of the benefits of finally having an apartment to yourself - no need to worry about roommates. “I don’t want you to touch yourself unless I say so.” His voice is deep, sexy and diabolical. You know to the public he is portrayed a rather more innocent look, but in private… You nod, and except for the hand holding your phone, you clench the edge of your chair, knowing that once things really began you’d have a hard time obeying. “If your hands stray the slightest - and I will know - this ends.” You let out a shuddery breath you didn’t realizing you were holding, and could feel your heart starting to race already. “Donghae…” “That’s good. I love hearing my name from your lips.” There’s a brief pause. “It’s perfect, but there’s always more that I want to hear from you. You on your knees, me pulling on your hair and your moans while I slide my cock into your mouth, in and out.” You let out a quiet moan, the images filling your mind. Oh, that’s wonderful. “Very good. I want to hear more. Louder next time.” “Y-yes…” Your voice trails off, wanting to hear more from him. Your fingers clench your chair so hard you’re sure your knuckles are white. Already you want to be able to strip down and let your fingers roam your body, imagining it’s him. It’s as if he can read your mind. “Remember what I told you? Don’t touch yourself. This isn’t any form of punishment; it’s only me who wants to bring you pleasure right now, just me.” You can tell that he has already undone his pants, his fingers wrapped around his hard cock and oh God, you can feel yourself becoming wet and you squirm in your seat. “But back to what I was saying. I want your lips stretched around my cock, my sliding in slowly. I know you want it to, and I love you looking up at me, that look in your eyes that says you want me to fuck your mouth hard.” You moan loudly at that, and your hand moves just slightly towards your legs before you remember his order. You knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to hang up if he knew that you were breaking that rule he had set. “Donghae, oh God…” On his end, he lets out a low groan, and your mind’s eye, you can see him teasing himself slowly, his thumb rubbing over the head of his cock, his head thrown back. In your mind, he’s still wearing that wet shirt. You feel yourself shaking slightly. “I want to fuck your mouth, feeling your throat around my cock until I come in your mouth.” He pauses again and lets out another moan. Even though this has just begun, it’s becoming unbearable, and the desire to touch yourself is mounting. You press your legs together, shifting trying to ease that desire. “I would come in your mouth, fingers digging into your hair, and make you swallow. Do you want that?” You swallow instinctively, and it takes you a few seconds to reply. “God yes, Donghae, I want that. I want you to fuck my mouth, I want you to come and have me swallow it all. I want it so badly right now.” You take another shuddering breath. “Please, Donghae, let me touch myself. I…I just need to, please, please, please…” Your voice trails off, and you realize that you do sound rather desperate. “No.” His reply is swift, his voice hard. “No,” he repeats. “That’s not what you want, right? No, you want me to touch you, to tease you. Isn’t that what you want?” “Yes, oh yes. I want you to tease me, touch me.” “Go on, tell me more.” You blush despite yourself. “I-I want you to pinch my nipples, to bite me and leave marks on my neck, showing that I’m yours. A-and then I want you to run your hands down my body, and then rub my clit…” “Very good. I’d hold you down, your body pinned beneath mine, bruises on your neck and your hips in my hands as I make you mine.” “Fuck.” Your back arches as you imagine that. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you? You want my fingers inside of you; one to tease at first, and then two, curling inside you, knowing where to find that one spot that makes you cry out my name and moan so loud I know the neighbors can hear you. I love that, you know. It makes me so hard, makes me want to fuck you rough and fast just the way you like it. You cry out my name so prettily, you know. And the way you beg for me to fuck you even harder and faster. But no, I’d tease you first. That’s what I’d do; just the tip of my cock first, teasing your entrance. I’ll make you beg for me.” In desperation, you grind against your chair, thighs pressing together. “Please, please, I want you inside of me,” you whisper, you voice hoarse. “God, I want you to fuck me right now. I wish you were here. I want you.” You know Donghae appreciates your begging, even over the phone, your voice breaking slightly to let out little moans. “Finally I’d thrust in, making you mine. You’re hot and wet around me; it’s amazing. I love fucking you so much. I’ll fuck you raw in every position. I’d fuck you from behind, me pulling on your hair. You want me to spank your ass, don’t you? You love that sting, the slight pain, the feel of my hand, the pain combining with the pleasure.I’d let you ride me, my hands leaving faint bruises on your hips as I thrust into you, and you grinding against me desperately. Slowly but surely, you’ll reach that point where you can’t help yourself; you come around me and it’s a wonderful feeling, you tightening around me, your head thrown back and your eyes closed, the most delicious moans and cries of my name spilling from your mouth.And then I’ll push you down onto the bed. You’d like my hands tightening slightly around your throat, wouldn’t you? It makes the pleasure that much greater, and as I continue to thrust into you, you feel yourself coming again, don’t you? You can’t help it, and then I give one that thrust into you that makes you scream.” “D-Donghae oh my god, fuck…” You don’t care, you moan loudly, continuing your grinding on your chair and somehow managing to keep your hands to yourself, not touching even though you want to so desperately. Even though there’s no touching, you can feel yourself coming close to your orgasm. “I’ll continue you fucking you through my own orgasm; I’ll continue to make you moan and scream out my name, your nails digging into my back and leaving scratches.” He stops then, and you open your eyes, pausing your own squirming for a moment. “And…?” Your voice trails off, slightly uncertain. “And then…and then, I’ll lean down and kiss you sweetly and tell you how much I love you.” With that, you feel yourself come, your head thrown back as your phone comes close to falling from your fingers, wetness pulling between your legs. You cry out his name loudly, just like he said.
PART 3 (read part 2 here and part 1 here) Warning: smut Thursday eventually rolls around, but not soon enough for Donghae. He paces his office floor as he waits for a knock at the door. At 10:02am, it comes; a small knock. The door almost flies open and Donghae is greeted with a smile from Eunhyuk, who enters the office. Donghae locks the door - this is nothing out of the ordinary; he usually locks the door so he won’t be disturbed when a student is pouring out his or her soul. Eunhyuk makes his way to the chair opposite Donghae’s where he usually sits but before he reaches it, Donghae grabs him by the arm and spins him around. He opens his mouth to ask what is going on but he is silenced by Donghae’s lips on his. It takes him a few moments to comprehend what’s happening but once he gets it, he kisses the older man back with fervour. Donghae smiles softly against Eunhyuk’s lips before reaching up and burying his fingers in those soft locks that tormented him a few days ago when he met Eunhyuk at the track as the younger man’s hands slide up the counsellor’s chest. Eunhyuk flicks the tip of tongue against the swell of Donghae’s lower lip and Donghae immediately complies, parting his lips and allowing Eunhyuk’s tongue to enter his mouth, immediately chasing it back into Eunhyuk’s own mouth. “A little eager?” Donghae teases between kisses, smirking onto the sophomore’s soft, sweet lips. “You have no idea.” “Oh, I think I do,” Donghae says, his hand snaking down and running over the ever-increasing bulge in Eunhyuk’s jeans. The touch is only a gentle, fleeting one, but it still makes Eunhyuk moan softly into Donghae’s mouth. Eunhyuk pushes Donghae’s jacket off and while the older man flings it somewhere near his chair, Eunhyuk works on the buttons on his shirt, something he had craved to do ever since his first counselling appointment, and exposes Donghae’s chest. As soon as Eunhyuk’s shirt is pulled over his head, he pushes Donghae against the wall, Donghae’s hands on his ass, pushing the student’s pelvis against his own. The two men moan into each other’s mouths as their clothed erections grind together, their chests pressed so close together they can the other’s heartbeat. Eunhyuk gives Donghae’s dark nipples a playful pinch and Donghae shudders against him, the hand on his ass tightening. Eunhyuk is backed towards Donghae’s chair and he sits, the older man’s crotch in his face. He unbuttons Donghae’s pants and slides down his boxers slowly, making sure the waistband scrapes over his counsellor’s erection, earning a hiss from Donghae. Finally, Eunhyuk is face to face with Donghae cock; something he had only dreamed of until now. He runs his hand up and down the flesh, moving the pad of his thumb over the pink head, smearing around the precum that had collected. Above him, Donghae shivers. “I’ve been waiting nearly 2 months for you to blow me - I don’t think I can wait another 30 seconds while you tease me,” Donghae says, his voice strained. Eunhyuk tries to hide the smirk, but decides enough is enough - he has been gagging for a taste of his counsellor more desperately than Donghae. Without a word, Eunhyuk holds his breath and takes Donghae into his mouth, the shaft sliding down his throat until his lips touch the base. The moan Donghae releases is like audio porn. Eunhyuk sucks quickly and deeply, moaning at the taste of Donghae and at the hand in his hair, pulling none too gently on the strands. “God, Eunhyuk, that’s so good,” Donghae pants, his head tipping back as he relishes in Eunhyuk’s ministrations on his cock. It isn’t long until Donghae can hardly take it any more - he needs to be balls-deep in Eunhyuk and he needs it now. “Get on your hands and knees on the chair.” Eunhyuk obeys and Donghae reaches around his slim waist to unzip his jeans. He tugs off his jeans and boxers roughly and nearly loses it at the sight before him - Eunhyuk naked, bent over a chair in front of him, ready to get fucked. This was the stuff of his dreams but it was real, so real. Donghae grabs the lube from his desk and prepares his fingers. Eunhyuk grunts and moans at two fingers entering him at the same time, his grip on the armrests of the chair tightening. He writhes a little and screws his eyes shut, but it isn’t long until he is pushing back on three of Donghae’s long fingers, his mouth open, wanton moans falling out of it. Donghae withdraws his fingers and lubes up his cock, moaning softly at the feeling of the cool liquid on his dick that was so hard it hurt. He lines up and thrusts into Eunhyuk, taking it slowly at first, but his overwhelming desire for the student and his uncontrollable lust makes him throw caution to the wind and he slams the other half of his cock into Eunhyuk roughly. The younger man practically howls. “Shit, sorry.” “It’s okay,” Eunhyuk pants. “Do it again.” Doing what he’s told, Donghae pulls out a little and slams back into the student, holding him by the waist to keep him still. Eunhyuk cries out, but as Donghae repeats the action, the cries become more and more lustful. Donghae’s skin prickles and his head buzzes as he breaks into a sweat. He runs his hand up Eunhyuk’s back and dig his nails in on the descent back down the expanse of milky skin, making the student arch his back and moan. “Harder, Donghae; fuck me harder. Fucking give it to me,” Eunhyuk moans breathlessly, bending over a little more. Donghae growls and fucks the sophomore harder, pulling out more and slamming back in again rougher. Eunhyuk’s grip on the armrests tighten even more, his knuckles going white. “Eunhyuk, fuck…” Donghae pounds into the student, the sound of skin on skin mixing with the moans and pants that spill out of both of their mouths. Donghae leans forward and attaches his lips to the back of Eunhyuk neck, sinking his teeth in a little and sucking on the flesh, licking over the red mark. He reaches around and wraps his hand around Eunhyuk’s cock, jerking him in time with his thrusts. His inner walls flutter around Donghae’s cock and he pants for breath. He’s so close he can almost taste it. “Cum for me, Eunhyuk,” Donghae growls in his ear. As if on cue, all the sensations on his body become too much for Eunhyuk and with a cry of Donghae’s name, he spills into Donghae’s hand, his seed dribbling over his knuckles as his inner walls clamp down on Donghae cock, sending the older man over the edge. Donghae curses as he fills Eunhyuk up, his body fizzing and popping. The timer dings. Just in time. Messes are cleaned up and clothes are put back on. “So I’ll see you next week?” “10am sharp,” Donghae replies, not being able to resist slapping Eunhyuk on the ass as he saunters out of Donghae’s office. Eunhyuk winces but throws him a wink.
PART 2 (read part 1 here and part 3 here) Donghae wanders down to the sports block of the campus and towards the track in front of the building. He steps down the concrete steps of the bleachers, sits on the front row and watches Eunhyuk run around the track. Unfortunately for Donghae’s pervy mind, he favours loose sports bottoms to tight running shorts, but the view is still spectacular. The sports bottoms bunch up as Eunhyuk’s runs, outlining his package in a way that makes Donghae’s palms sweat. His sleeveless shirt show off his muscular arms as they work flawlessly in sync with his thin yet powerful legs, propelling him forward. His hair shines in the sun and the matted parts stick to his misty temples and forehead, his lips parted as he sucks in oxygen to his ridiculously gorgeous body. Eunhyuk notices Donghae and waves. Donghae smiles and waves back as Eunhyuk slows to a stop and wanders over to Donghae as he stands from the bleachers. “I see you’ve rejoined.” “I didn’t realise how much I’ve missed it,” Eunhyuk pants, “I’m a little out of practice though.” He smiles that gummy smile and Donghae’s head goes blank. “It…You-you’re doing fine, I think.” “Thanks.” A bead of forms under Eunhyuk hair and slides down his face, over that perfect jawline and descends down his neck. Donghae fights the urge to grab he student by the back of the head and lick up that sweat. He wants to make him sweat like that by pounding into his body until he can’t take it any more. Donghae’s skin prickles with desire at the thought of defiling the student before him, but he manages to keep his cool. “I wanted to talk to you about our next appointment. I thought we could do something a little different.” “What, like hypnosis?” “Something like that,” Donghae lies. “I just think it’ll be…” Donghae trails off as Eunhyuk lifts up the hem of his shirt and uses it to wipe his sweaty forehead. Donghae catches a quick glimpse of Eunhyuk’s stomach but it feels like he’s staring at it for eternity. Those firm-looking muscles. That thin trail of hair under his bellybutton. That slightly tanned skin. Donghae’s mouth goes dry. He swallows. “…It’ll be beneficial for-for you.” Eunhyuk doesn’t seem to notice his stammering and nods. “Sure, I’ll give it a go.” Donghae smiles and, with a wave, leaves. Eunhyuk watches him leave, watching his pert ass sway a little as he walks, and breaks into a fresh sweat that makes him shiver with pleasure. He knows it’s wrong to be harbouring these feelings about his counsellor, what with everything that’s going wrong in his life, but it seems that his uncontrollable lust for Donghae and the overwhelming urge to get a taste of him is the only thing that feels right.
PART 1 (read part 2 here and part 3 here) Warning: explicit daydreams “I…I don’t know. I can’t describe it,” Eunhyuk says, resting his chin in his hand and his elbow on his knee. “Explain to me how you feel right now,” Donghae says gently, folding his hands in his lap and looking at the younger male expectantly. Eunhyuk, a sophomore at college, had been seeing Donghae, the counsellor at his campus, for nearly 2 months now, and every time he turned up at his 10am appointment on Thursday, he was brimming with problems. “I feel lost. I don’t feel like myself. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve always been so sure. Now I’m doubting myself.” “What are you doubting specifically?” “My abilities. My intelligence. Whether or not I even want or deserve to be at university anymore.” Donghae puts the lid his on pen and places it on the notebook rested on his lap. “Eunhyuk, you are a smart, able student who deserves to be at college just as much as everyone else. It is very important that you believe that.” Donghae sits back in his chair and uncaps his pen again. “Last week you said you were feeling more of a purpose. What’s changed?” “I got an assignment back. I failed it. I worked so hard on it…” Donghae would hates to admit this, but he sometimes drifts off when Eunhyuk is talking. It’s not like he doesn’t care about the student’s problems, but whenever Eunhyuk talks for a while, he loses himself watching the way his lips move, or the way he doesn’t always look at him when he talks, or the way he fiddles with his fingers in his lap. Such long, thin, perfect fingers. Donghae wonders what they would feel like on him; in his hair, unbuttoning his shirt, delving into his boxers. It was awful, thinking these things about a troubled soul who had come to him for help, but Donghae couldn’t help but wonder how good his name would sound coming out of those plump lips when he thrust into that lithe body. “…but then on the way home I bumped into my ex.” Donghae snaps out of his erotic daydream. “Your ex?” He asks, crossing his ankle over his knee and shifting the notebook to cover the hard-on his pants. “Tell me about your relationship.” “Well, I met him in freshman year when I used to be part of the varsity track team…” Donghae drifts off again, picturing Eunhyuk in running shorts, his tight little ass bouncing as his muscular legs propel him forward, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead and temples, his face flushed and his lips parted as he pants for breath. Donghae’s skin prickles and he discreetly pulls at the collar of his shirt. Wait, did he say him? Donghae’s ears prick up. “…he cheated on me and I always felt like it was my fault. I quit the track team because I couldn’t bear to see him again. When I saw him last week I just felt so confused. He was happy and here I am, finding it hard to find a reason to get out of bed in the morning.” “Why do you feel like it was your fault?” “I don’t know. I guess I wasn’t good enough for him.” Silence falls. Donghae purses his lips. It is tragic for a young, intelligent and attractive guy to feel so useless, so worthless. Donghae would be lying if it didn’t turn him on a little bit. He wanted to make the boy feel loved or at least feel something…namely his cock in every orifice he could shove it. “Do you miss being on the track team?” “Yeah. I used to like it. I know it’s just running, but I was able to block out anything that was bothering me and could spend some time in my own head,” Eunhyuk says. Donghae seems a glimpse of a smile, but it quickly fades. “My ex has left the track team now, but it still reminds me of him.” Donghae is about to delve more, but the timer by his elbow dings. “Unfortunately, that’s all we have time for today. I think there’s some things we can develop on next week. In the mean time, I have a small assignment for you.” “Oh?” “I think it would be beneficial for you to rejoin the track team, or at least try to. I see how much you enjoy it and maybe it will help to get you back to the Eunhyuk you used to be. If you can’t, if it’s too hard, then that’s totally fine, but I think it would be a good stepping stone.” Eunhyuk is silent for a new moments. “I think I could do that. I would like to fight my demons.” Donghae smiles and nods. Eunhyuk thanks him for his time and exits Donghae’s office. As soon as the door clicks shut, Eunhyuk leans against the wall and catches his breath. It was bad enough going through this difficult stage in his life, but to have to stay cool in front of his smoking hot counsellor? Not easy. The student counted the number of times in the past hour he had thought about tearing open Donghae’s shirt - deliciously tight around his pecs, Eunhyuk had noticed - and tasting the goodness underneath. 36 times. 36 times he wanted to knock that notebook out of Donghae’s hand and rip his clothes off like they were a chocolate bar wrapper and Eunhyuk was dying of starvation. On the other side of the door, Donghae curses to himself as he adjusts his pants, easing the pressure on his raging hard-on. He felt guilty, so guilty, but guilty feels good.
PART 2 (read part 1 here) Warning: 2 dicks 1 body (you can tell where I’m going with this) “Then you’ll love what we’ve got in store for you,” Eunhyuk murmurs seductively and Donghae nods in agreements before attaches his lips to yours again, prising your lips open and searching out your tongue, the two of you letting out a soft moan when they touch. You can already feel your body temperature rising. It’s amazing how just a simple touch from either one of these guys turns you on, and it isn’t long until you tug on Donghae’s soft hair as Eunhyuk unclips his bowtie and unbuttons his shirt, burying his face into the other teacher’s neck and nipping his flesh, marring Donghae’s tanned skin with red marks that will only get redder. Donghae groans into our mouth as Eunhyuk presses his clothed hard-on against his colleague’s ass. Nothing stops Donghae grinding back against it, and the action makes his hips also rub against yours. You moan and slip your hands down Donghae’s exposed chest to his belt buckle, prising leather from metal until it hangs undone. Eunhyuk helps you with the stubborn button on Donghae’s pants and as soon as they are undone, Donghae kicks them off, shoes as well, his lips not leaving yours. Eunhyuk whispers something in Donghae’s ear and Donghae’s warm, soft lips leave yours. You are grabbed by the arm and pulled in between the two teachers and more gentle lips press against yours. Immediately your hand finds it’s way to the back of Eunhyuk’s neck and grasps tight, pushing his lips onto yours more firmly. He responds and tongues are re-introduced to each other. You had almost forgotten how good a kisser Eunhyuk was. You find yourself struck by his skill and the sweet taste of his tongue all over again. It takes them less than 20 seconds to get you naked and you practically tear at Eunhyuk’s clothes. He shoves you, pushing you into Donghae’s chest which in turn presses Donghae’s against the wall, and stands close to you, the three of you moaning at the feeling of bare skin touching bare skin. You tug at the sinfully beautiful blonde strands of Eunhyuk’s hair as he attacks your neck and collarbone, peppering it with red circles and teeth marks. “Ready for some fun?” Donghae says hotly in your ear as Eunhyuk’s fingers slide down your body and dip inside you. “Yes, yes, anything. Do what you want with me - I just want you both so bad.” You can practically hear the smirk the two teachers share. Eunhyuk’s fingers leave you and after Donghae has sucked them clean, Donghae takes your hand and leads you over to a padded chair. He sits on the edge and pulls you onto his lap, encouraging you to impale yourself on the big, leaking cock standing proud in the air. You straddle him and sink onto his cock, moaning at the feeling of him stretching your inner walls. Donghae’s breath hitches and he exhales loudly, his hands gripping your waist tightly. “God, Eunhyuk said you felt good and he wasn’t lying…fuck…” He wraps one arm around your waist and pulls you to lay on his chest as he plants his feet flat on the floor and thrusts up into you, immediately starting with a fast, rough pace. He grabs hold of your hair and tugs hard, tipping your head back, before descending on your neck and attacking it brutally. You moan and clutch onto his pecs, your nails digging into his skin. He growls and moves your hips for you, fucking you deeper, letting you just take in the overwhelming sensation of your Fine Art professor slamming into you. Eunhyuk, meanwhile stands and watches his lover pound his student into oblivion, his cock twitching at the sounds you and Donghae are making. When he can stand it no longer, he takes a bottle of lube out of the drawer of Donghae’s desk and approaches, standing in between Donghae’s legs behind you, his teeth sinking into his lip as he lubes up his fingers. You freeze as you feel a lubed finger slide into your ass. You aren’t completely inexperienced with anal - you had experimented on your own - but it still makes your back tense; not because that one finger hurt, because it didn’t, but because of what was coming. Eunhyuk adds another finger and you almost choke on your saliva. Donghae keeps up his brutal pace to take your mind off the pain and it works to some degree. Eunhyuk stretches you, his free hand rubbing your back soothingly, before sliding his fingers out and lubing. You hear a soft groan from him as he touches himself and before you know it, he’s pressing a hand firmly onto your back, keeping you still for a moment while he lines up and pushes himself into your back entrance. You let out a choked, hoarse scream which you muffle with Donghae’s chest, your panting breath condensing on his skin and making it moist. “Almost there, baby,” Eunhyuk murmurs, his voice strained. Donghae moans as your walls clench involuntarily around him, and he presses kisses to your temple as you feel your skin prickle and a thin layer of sweat breaks out over your back. You feel full, so full. Fuller than ever before. You swear you can almost feel the tips of their dicks at the back of your throat. It makes your chest hurt and your eyesight blur. Your legs hurt from being bent on the chair and your feel sick. You love every second of it. Once Eunhyuk is fully sheathed inside you, he starts to move, Donghae still keeping still, his pace slow at first but his thrusts increase in speed as his willpower to hold back decreases. Donghae and Eunhyuk work together, easily bringing their thrusts to impeccable timing - Eunhyuk thrusting in just as Donghae pulls out. You can’t stop moaning; you press your lips together to quieten yourself, but somehow the moans slip out and you are forced to turn your head and bury you face into Donghae’s neck to keep quiet. Donghae runs his dull nails down your back before taking your hips again, holding them tightly and fucking you harder, hitting your sweet spot, and you hold onto Donghae tighter, your hands slipping on his sweaty skin. Eunhyuk bends over you and pounds your ass harder, kissing over Donghae’s nail-marks affectionately. You wish you could run your fingers through his soft hair, but you can’t quite bend that way. What you can do, though, is feel the warm pooling in your stomach, your lungs tensing, your head spinning. “I…I….” You try, unable to form the simplest of sentences. “Come for us, baby. Squeeze our dicks hard,” Donghae whispers in your ear hotly. Good Lord, he’s got a dirty mouth. However, you do as you are told and give up on holding back, throwing yourself off the cliff’s edge and hurtling into the wonderful free-fall that is your euphoria. You let out muffled moans and screams as your body shakes, your back arching and your hips bucking into Donghae’s and then into Eunhyuk’s as they keep thrusting into you, your walls clenching around both of their cocks. They moan and curse almost in unison, Eunhyuk cumming first, slamming himself into your ass as hard as he could and keeping still as he filled you up from behind, his body jerking and your name rolling off those plump lips. Donghae isn’t far behind, but just as he cums, Eunhyuk moves his hand and shoves a dry finger into Donghae’s entrance, making the younger teacher’s eyes snap open and curse loudly as he pumps everything he has into you, his chest heaving under you. Clothes are put on, windows are opened to get rid of the smell of sex, backs are given a quick massage. “You deserved that dumb award. We didn’t pick you for it just because we wanted to fuck you again,” Eunhyuk says sincerely, moving your hair out of your eyes and cupping your face. You smile. “Thanks.” You sigh. “It’ll be a long summer without having you guys to help me pass the time.” “Well, I’m sure we can arrange something,” Donghae says with a smile. Your face breaks into a grin and you write your phone number on a slip of paper before kissing them both and leaving, walking with slight difficulty down the hallway. You can’t wait for summer.
PART 1 (read part 2 here) It had been 2 months since that day in Eunhyuk’s classroom. Whenever you close your eyes, you are taken back to that afternoon - you can see Donghae lust-filled face as you knelt in between his thighs, taking his cock deep down your throat; you can feel Eunhyuk’s hot breath on your skin as he pressed his temple against yours when he fucked you; but best of all, when you close your eyes you can hear the two of them cursing in English when they came. Just thinking about it made your skin prickle with excitement. You almost wish you had recorded it so you could listen to it all the time. All you had was a memory, but that was good enough for you. Eunhyuk and Donghae treated you differently since then. It was subtle, but you noticed. Eunhyuk’s eyes shamelessly undressed you when you talked to him about your portfolio, Donghae pressed his firm body against you when he looked over your shoulder at your sketchbook, and they both surreptitiously winked at you and brushed their hands against yours when they walked past you in the halls. You would always avert your gaze, but did nothing to wipe the smirk off your face. It is the end of the college year and all the students are summoned into the Great Hall that the Drama students use to host plays. You sit in a row with your friends as professors announce the best in their classes, awarding lame certificates and book coupons. You slouch in your plastic chair and gossip with your friends until Eunhyuk and Donghae mount the stage, microphones in hand. Eunhyuk’s blue locks are replaced with platinum blonde and you would be sad about the demise of the blue hair if the he didn’t look absolutely stunning with the blonde. They make a small but funny speech which you don’t hear much of because of the poor acoustics in the room. “…So we could like to give the award for the best portfolio in Joint Degree in Photography and Fine Art to…” You don’t hear the name. There is a round of applause and your friends all look at you expectantly. “Me?” “Yes!” Your friends all say. Well, fuck. You weren’t expecting this. You? Best portfolio? But there were other students in your class who had portfolios much better than yours. Hell, some of the notes in it you had written half-drunk when you thought it would be a good idea to do some work. You stand and make your way to the stage, climbing the steps and standing next to Donghae. He shakes your hand and smiles, but you don’t miss the wink he throws you. You smile back and blush a little and stand between him and Eunhyuk as he hands you a certificate and an envelope. As you stand and pose for a photo, you try not to jump as both professors put their hands on your ass and squeeze. You smile and bow to them once last time before leaving the stage and sitting back down. You look through the envelope and find at the back, behind the book tokens you’re never going to use, a note: Meet us outside our office after this piece of shit ceremony -EH & DH. Following the instructions, when the ceremony finished, you make your excuses to your friends and head into the West Building as fast as your feet would carry you across the quad. You all but sprint up the stairs to the 3rd floor and pace the narrow hallways until you reach Eunhyuk’s and Donghae’s shared office. They aren’t here yet. Your enthusiasm made you early. You wait as patiently as you can until you hear their voices, distant at first, but growing ever louder as they approach. Your blood fizzes and pops with anticipation as they round the corner and come into view. You try not to look too eager, but your teeth chewing the side of your lip gives you away. Donghae looks from Eunhyuk to you and immediately his lips curl into a smirk. “You’re early. A little eager, are we?” Donghae says, his smirk not wavering, as he takes hold of your waist and presses you against the wall and kissing you while Eunhyuk unlocks the door. You are pulled in to the office and the door is locked behind you as Donghae slams you up against it, his lips on your neck, sucking hard. You inhale sharply through your nose as his teeth dig into your skin, hell-bent on piercing straight through it. “Donghae, don’t be too rough with her,” Eunhyuk warns, but his voice holds no threat or malice. He busies himself with taking off first his jacket then Donghae’s, running his hands over his colleague’s chest over his shirt, earning a soft growl from Donghae. “She doesn’t mind a little bit of pain, do you, baby?” Both Donghae and Eunhyuk look at you, their eyes ablaze with desire, their lips fixed into smirks. You swallow and shake your head.
Warning: smut You open the door to your apartment and push it closed with an exhausted sigh. You are soaked from head to toe - it had rained heavily on the way home and while it was only a short walk from the train station to your apartment, the rain had drenched you to your bones. “Hey,” Donghae, your boyfriend, yells from the living room as you peel off your soaked jacket before kicking off your shoes and placing them under the radiator to dry them off. You pad from the hall to the living room and stand in the doorway. Donghae looks away from the TV to you - hair drenched and dripping down your face, your shirt so soaked it had gone see-through and your bra was visible through it, the hems of your work pants so wet that they weighed down your pants so they hang low on your hips, the waistband of your underwear on show. You half expect Donghae to laugh at the sight of you, but instead he leans his head back ont he back of sofa and his tongue slides out of his mouth, his eyes half-closed. “Hey, you,” he says, his lips curling into a smirk as you pluck your shirt from your body, resisting the urge to wring it out. “I have never been more wet in my life.” “Really?” Donghae gets up, the TV abandoned, and advances on you, taking your waist in his hands and pressing his lips to your neck. “I bet I could get you wetter,” he mumbles onto you skin between kisses, his breath hot on your cold, wet skin. A few more kisses up your neck and his lips meet yours and he kisses you deeply, his tongue already flicking at the swell of your bottom lip as he presses you up against the doorway. You shiver - half the feeling of his hands and lips on you, half at your wet clothes on your cold skin. “Donghae, I’m too cold for this right now,” you say against his lips and attempt to pull away. He doesn’t let you, his tongue delving deeper into your mouth and making you moan softly against his lips. “Don’t worry, baby, I got you.” His lips are back on yours within a second and he pulls you away from the doorway to walk you backwards to the bathroom, pausing once or twice to press you up against the side of sofa or against a wall as his fingers work on the stubborn buttons on your blouse. Once inside the bathroom, he turns on the shower and waits for it to warm as he tugs on the rest of your wet clothes, letting them fall into a messy, wet pile on the floor. You are working on Donghae’s belt when he slips a hand down your body and his fingertips caress your clit, making your hands falter and stutter, a gasp escapes your mouth. He chuckles against your neck as he nips at your skin, sucking it into his mouth and licking over the reddening circle. His fingers slide fully through your folds and threaten to enter you. “Told you I’d get you wetter,” he mutters with a smirk before sliding a finger into you. You mewl and attempt to keep pulling off his clothes, but the feeling of Donghae’s finger inside you makes even breathing a difficult task. He shows mercy and removes his finger, placing it at your lips for you to suck clean. His teeth sink into his bottom lip and a soft groan erupts from the back of his throat as he watches you suck his finger of your juices - he loves it when you do that. You resume wrestling with his jeans, purposely rubbing the side of your hand over his ever-increasing bulge as you unbutton his jeans, making his breath hitch. He rids himself of his shirt, getting impatient, and pushes you into the shower before tugging off his boxers and joining you, his lips on yours again in a matter of milliseconds. The hot water on your still-cold skin makes your skin sting, but you don’t care, choosing instead to let your hand wander down his body, your fingertips running down his firm muscles, before your fingers wrap around his cock. He moans into your mouth and presses you against the wall, the contrast of the cold tiles and the hot water making you shiver. You jerk him off slowly, gently; just enough to get him off, but not nearly enough to make him lose control. He growls at your teasing and the finger that had been inside you returns, penetrating you and curling, making your legs shiver. You hitch your leg up to Donghae’s hip as he adds another finger, the pad of his thumb rubbing your clit. You moan, the noise nearly drowned out by the roar of the shower, and your grip on Donghae’s cock goes limp and your hand moves to his shoulder blades, holding him close and digging your nails in. “Stop teasing and fuck me, Donghae,” you gasp as his fingers plunge deep into you. With a smile, he pulls them out and not wasting time making you suck his fingers clean again, he holds your leg up before lining up and delving into you. The two of you moan in unison at the overwhelming sensations coursing through your bodies. Donghae lifts you up by the back of your thighs and encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper whilst still leaving him room to thrust. That’s exactly what he does; his sinful, talented hips snap back and push forward as he rocks on the balls of his feet, thrusting up into you over and over again. His biceps are firm under your hands as you squeeze them, running your hands up over his broad shoulders and down his back, digging in your nails again. He hisses and speeds up his thrusts, panting with lust and exertion as he fucks you harder and faster, his head moving to take your nipple into his mouth. Your head rolls back and hits the tiles as water cascades over you two, soaking his hair running down his back. Donghae lifts his head and looks at you, the water running down his cheekbones and, dripping off the end of his nose and his bottom lip that is parted from its partner. You almost lose it from this sight alone - that and the sight of the water running down the rest of his body, collecting in the hollow of his collarbones and dribbling over the bone and down his firm pecs. You moan and push his hair out of his eyes before kissing him hungrily, pushing your hips off the wall, making him hit that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. He mumbles your name onto your lips and moans loudly as your walls flutter and spasm around him, letting him know you’re close, so close. “Donghae! Fuck, Donghae!” You scream as you let go and fly head-first into euphoria, your back arching off the wall and your legs quivering around him. Donghae is a few thrusts behind you, stilling his hips and cumming with a moan so deep and erotic that it could have only come from right down in his abdomen. He hisses as he pulls out and carefully puts you down, wrapping his arms around you immediately, as your knees are still a little weak. He stands under the shower with you for a few minutes, pressing soft kisses to your temple, his strong arms enveloped around you, holding you close to him. “I hope you set wet again soon,” Donghae says into your wet hair before kissing the top of your head. You chuckle. “I won’t take an umbrella from now on.”
Warning: spitroasting ;D You walk across the deserted parking lot towards Donghae and Leeteuk who are lounging on the hood on a Porsche in the midday sun. You hoist the travel bag further onto your shoulder as Leeteuk takes the last drag on a cigarette before flicking the stub onto the hot tarmac some 5 feet away, the grey-white smoke drifting from his lips and dissipating into the air. “You know, most people call, not send letters under doors,” you quip, referring to the letter they put under your door a few days ago, as you approach the car and dump the travel bag by your feet. “Did you do everything we asked?” Leeteuk asks, ignoring your remark. The letter they had sent you was a list of instructions. The cops were getting closer and they needed to make an escape, so they needed you to do a few things for them. First was to use your brother’s influence in the police force to gain access to the record room and steal their files, taking them home and burning them. Next, you had to go to Donghae and Leeteuk’s hideout, open a safe and get as much money from it into a bag as you possibly could before dousing the whole place in gasoline and setting fire to it. Then, you had to smash your phone, burn the letter along with any record you have of you being connected to them and meet them at 1PM at the deserted parking lot not far from where you work with the money. Why they asked you to do all this still bemused you. They had loads of employees to do these things for them. Why they picked you, a childhood friend of Donghae’s who happened to keep in contact over the years, you have no idea. You guess it’s because no one would suspect you. “Yeah, I did. But never ask me to use my brother again. I don’t know what you do and I don’t want to know, but don’t bring my family into it.” “It was the only way we would get our files destroyed,” Donghae replies, shooting you those puppy eyes. Damn him. He knows you can’t stay mad at him when he does that. You sigh. “It’s okay. It’s done now.” “Good girl. Now, let us reward you,” Leeteuk says, hopping off the car and approaching you. You think he’s going to reach into the bag you brought and hand you some money, but instead, he grabs the back of your head and kisses you. The kiss is firm but his lips are soft and you immediately kiss back, throwing your inhibitions into the summer breeze when you throw your arms around his neck. He nips your bottom lip and you can’t help but hum against those pillowy lips as he takes your waist in his strong hands and pulls you half a step closer to him. You can feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of his cologne in your nostrils, making your head spin. He flicks his tongue against your lips and you immediately chase it back into his mouth with your own, making him inhale sharply through his nose. You hear boots crunching against asphalt as Donghae slides off the hood of the car and stands behind you. His lips attach themselves to your neck and you moan into Leeteuk’s warm, inviting mouth. Donghae presses himself up against you, his firm pecs warm against your shoulder blades, and sinks his teeth into your flesh a little, sucking gently then licking over the teeth marks. He reaches around you and puts his hand flat on your stomach, sliding your shirt up and pressing his palms against your skin before unbuttoning your shirt, starting from the bottom, working his way up. You make a noise of protest against Leeteuk’s lips and pull away, though you are loathed to do so. “Someone might see.” “Well, we’ll give them one hell of a show,” Donghae mutters between kisses to your neck. Leeteuk chuckles in agreement and captures your lips again, the kiss quickly turning aggressive. You respond with enthusiasm, running a hand through his gloriously soft hair while your other hand reaches backwards, gripping Donghae’s hair as you grind back on his crotch a little. He moans against your neck and slides a hand into your bra, moulding his hand around your breast and squeezing. You moan onto Leeteuk’s lips again and slip your hand under his shirt, tracing the shape of his abs under the material. You feel the muscle ripple as he shivers under your touch. Donghae grabs your hips and spin you round, immediately pressing his lips onto yours and kissing you fervently while Leeteuk adds to the hickeys his partner in crime had left on your neck while he unbuttons your jeans and slips his hand into your underwear. You gasp and moan when Leeteuk rubs your clit with the pads of his fingers. The touch is gentle, fleeting, but it still makes your knees go weak. You reach out, curl your finger around one of Donghae’s braces, pull it and let go, making it snap against his chest, right over his nipple. He growls and attacks your mouth harder as your hands drift down his chest to his jeans and you press your palm against his crotch. You marvel at how hard he is. “Car. Now.” The three of you pile into the back seat of the Porsche. It’s a bit of a tight squeeze, but you nor them care, only wanting to get lips on skin and clothes taken off bodies. You attack Donghae’s jacket and crisp white shirt as Leeteuk tugs off your opened shirt and unclips your bra. He bites at your throat and massages your breasts, his fingers teasing your nipple to hard points, as Donghae yanks down your jeans and panties before sliding a finger into you. Your head rolls back and rests on Leeteuk’s shoulder and just as you are enjoying the feeling, the finger is removed and you are pushed face-down onto the seat. You lift yourself up onto your hands and knees and are immediately filled with a face of Leeteuk’s clothes crotch, his erection straining through the jeans. You look up at him and he smirks, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans, pulling his cock free and presenting it at your lips. Without needing to be told what to do, you run your lip up the entire length of it, not putting any pressure until you reach the already-leaking tip, pressing your lips to it, parting them slightly and licking the tip. Donghae is behind you, one knee on the seat and one foot wedged in the footwell to keep him at the right level. He kisses down your bare back as you lick the tip of Leeteuk’s cock slowly before he slides his finger into you again, this time accompanied with another finger, pushing you forward so you take Leeteuk’s cock fully into your mouth. You and Leeteuk moan simultaneously; him at the feeling of your hot, wet mouth encasing his sensitive cock, you at the sensation of Donghae’s fingers entering you, and you begin to suck Leeteuk off, pushing yourself back on Donghae’s fingers to bob your head back and forth. As Donghae fingers you faster, your pace on Leeteuk’s cock quickens and take him deeper. “Donghae, fuck her; I won’t—god, fuck—I won’t last long,” Leeteuk pants, scooping your hair out of your face and hodling it back so he watch you blow him. Donghae does what he’s told and his fingers leave you. You whine at the loss, but you smile around Leeteuk’s dick when you hear the sound of a zipper coming down and the soft sigh of Donghae touching his cock. Taking a second to position himself, he slams into you, and you moan around Leeteuk’s cock. Donghae starts to fuck you hard, his hands gripping your hips to steady you as you rock on your knees. The car shakes from side to side and the air is hot and makes your skin prickle, but none of you pay attention. Donghae pounds into you harder, his fingers digging into your hips. You moan loudly, only to have it muffled by Leeteuk’s cock as it slides in and out of your mouth. You hollow your cheeks to create suction and Leeteuk moans, his hand in your hair tightening as the his other hand braces on the roof of the car. From behind you, Donghae moans and curses, biting his lip as he thrusts into you without abandon, hitting your g-spot. You almost scream as you orgasm, your back stiffening and your thighs quivering. Leeteuk’s cock falls from your mouth. “Oh fuck, Donghae, yes!” Leeteuk pushes his cock back into your mouth and you blow him relentlessly, taking him deep and sucking hard. His body stiffens and with a gluttonous moan and a call of your name, he cums in your mouth. You suck him dry and swallow everything he’s got while Donghae still slams into you again and again. “O-oh, shit, baby…” He slams into you as hard as he can before he stills, releasing inside you and filling you up, his hands still in a vice-like grip on your hips. Finally, he lets go and slides out of you and both of them sink into the seat. You fall sideways and end up with your head on Leeteuk’s thigh. He strokes your hair out of your face lovingly. “Come with us. Escape with us.” Too exhausted to think of all the reasons why shouldn’t just up and leave and run away with two criminals, you nod. “I will.”
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PART 2 (read part 1 here) Warning: threesome smut and bad language “Great, now I’m behind,” Donghae complains, stroking his cock back into life and wincing at the sensations on his still-sensitive dick. “You’ll get it back up again. You usually do.” Eunhyuk turns to you as you get up from your knees. “That means I’ve got you to myself for a little while,” he says, his lips curling into a smirk. You are suddenly hoisted up onto the desk and your jeans and panties fly off and your legs are parted. Eunhyuk kneels and blows cool air on your sensitive parts. You shiver. He teases for a second or two, rubbing the tip of his tongue against your clit, before delving in and using the flat of his tongue to massage your clit, his bottom teeth occasionally scraping against it. Your whole body shudders and you moan, arching your back off the desk. “Hey, don’t hog her,” Donghae whines, getting down on his knees beside his fellow teacher and licking at your entrance before probing inside. You prop yourself up on your elbows and look down, watching two brightly-coloured heads in between your thighs. You moan loudly as Donghae slams 2 fingers inside you alongside his tongue while Eunhyuk works your clit fast, nipping it gently, sending shocks through your body. “O-oh, oh God, fuck…” you groan, feeling your skin prickle and fizz as your orgasm quickly builds. You scream both their names as you release, your body stiffening and jerking as they lick up your juices. They both stand and Donghae gets behind Eunhyuk, reaching into a drawer and pulling out lube. You watch as Donghae slicks up the same 2 fingers to put inside you and slams them into Eunhyuk, who leans over you. Eunhyuk’s moan comes out broken and you nibble on his neck to distract him from Donghae’s brutality. When he is adequately stretched, Donghae lubes up his cock and Eunhyuk slams into you. You open your mouth but no sound comes out. Eunhyuk is big and while you’re not unfamiliar with sex, he’s bigger than any another guy you’ve had and you feel full, so full, but you can’t deny that if feels utterly amazing. Donghae pushes into Eunhyuk and Eunhyuk stays motionless inside you, waiting for Donghae to be fully sheathed inside him. Once he is, Donghae sets the pace, pulling out of Eunhyuk a little and thrusting back in, controlling how Eunhyuk fucks you. Donghae sets a quick, rough pace but you couldn’t care less - it feels mind-blowing having Eunhyuk thrusting into you over and over, his loud moans by your ear and Donghae watching you over his back. “You feel good,” Eunhyuk gasps out into your ear and pressing a kiss to your temple and shifting his weight to one hand to grab you by the back of the head, holding your head close to his. Donghae speeds up and gets rougher, fucking Eunhyuk harder and faster, making Eunhyuk pick up the pace whether he wanted to or not. “Oh God, Donghae, just like that, don’t stop…” Eunhyuk moans “Eunhyuk-ah, you’re so tight…” You close your eyes and listen to the two teachers talk to each other, taking in the breathlessness, the sound of skin hitting skin, the tightness in their voice as they try not to lose control. Donghae speeds up even more and Eunhyuk is full-on slamming into you now, burying himself balls-deep inside you before pulling out, only to thrust back in hard. You grip onto the desk to stop yourself sliding off it while your other hand winds itself into Eunhyuk’s hair, tugging on it. He lifts his head and kisses you just as you feel your second orgasm rear up. You go with it and fall head-first into the abyss of pleasure, throwing your head back and screaming both their names again, sometimes screaming an amalgamation of their names, your brain confused. “Shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, oh God, fuck!” Eunhyuk chants in English, releasing inside you, his hips jerking and the veins on his neck sticking out. Donghae isn’t far behind. “Oh holy shit, yes! Fuck, fuck yes!” You nearly lose it again. Both their voices were like sex for your eardrums normally, but when they are breathless and cursing in English, you could feel your head swimming with lust. Now you’ve heard it, you don’t want to hear anything else ever. Donghae slows and stills before pulling out of Eunhyuk slowly. Eunhyuk hisses and pulls out of you, sinking to the floor with exhaustion. Messes are cleaned up and clothes are put back on and you curl up with them on the floor, Your head on Donghae’s chest and Eunhyuk’s fingers in your hair, his body curled around you. “You hogged her so much. Next time I get to fuck her,” Donghae says. Your ears prick up and your lips curl into a smile. ‘Next time’?
PART 1 (read Part 2 here) Also read the smutty sequel here Warning: fellatio and hotness in this part, but smut in part 2 Donghae and Eunhyuk are your favourite teachers. They prefer their students to call them by their first name. Your college was pretty laid back about these sorts of things; they even let their teachers dye their hair - Eunhyuk, a Photography professor, strides up and down the halls with bright blue hair while Donghae, a Fine Art teacher, grabs the attention of the students, both male and female, with pink-purple mixed in with his brown locks. There were no uniforms, no compulsory subjects….just art, art, art. Thank God for art colleges that don’t frown upon self-expression. You’re wandering to Eunhyuk’s class and are just about to go into the room to set up your portfolio to show him the changes you’ve made to it when you hear a moan coming from the other side of the door. It didn’t sound like a moan of someone dropping something on their foot, or as if they had forgotten something important. It was an erotic, almost gluttonous moan. With a frown of confusion, you use your student key card to open the door to find your two favourite teachers half naked and writhing on Eunhyuk’s desk, Donghae’s hand in Eunhyuk’s pants. The two freeze and stare at you with wide eyes. You are frozen too. All you can do is stare at Eunhyuk’s muscular back and the bitemark on Donghae’s neck. “Out!” Donghae orders. You avert your gaze and turn to leave. “Wait!” Eunhyuk says. You stand still. You can hear whispered words between him and Donghae. Donghae listens, looks you up and down, smirks and nods at Eunhyuk, who smirks back. Eunhyuk then abandons Donghae and saunters over to you. “I can give you a lot of extra credit if you’re interested,” he murmurs hotly in your ear. Before you can respond, he claims your lips in a heated kiss, pressing you against the door. Holy shit. You had kissed guys before and had even gone further, but none of them amounted to a hill of beans compared to Eunhyuk. He keeps it light but it’s passionate - he doesn’t try to suck your face off and cover your chin in saliva, which had happened to you before and it wasn’t sexy. Your hands magnetise themselves to his naked chest and you’re delighted to find that it is as firm and muscular as it looks. Eunhyuk moans softly into the kiss at the feeling of your touch on his skin and moves to your neck, sucking and nipping at your flesh, giving you a hickey just like Donghae’s. You moan and arch into Eunhyuk as he assaults your neck. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Donghae sitting on the desk, his pants open and his hand working his erection, watching the two of you. He winks at you and curls his tongue over his lips. You feel the sharp pang of lust snap through your veins and you grab onto Eunhyuk’s electric blue locks and tug. Eunhyuk groans and growls low in his throat, attacking your lips again, pressing brutal yet sensual kisses to them. “Yah, hurry up, I’m dying here!” Donghae interjects, capturing your and Eunhyuk’s attention. “Alright, keep your dick on.” Eunhyuk takes your hand and leads you over to the desk before spinning you round and placing you between Donghae’s legs, his chest against your back. “We’re going to fuck you so good you won’t need another cock for a year,” Donghae mutters in your ear before biting it, making you stifle a moan. Eunhyuk’s lips are back on yours, prising them open in search for your tongue which you gladly offer, while Donghae makes his mark on your neck on the other side from the hickey Eunhyuk left. Your shirt buttons are tugged open and the now redundant piece of clothing is cast aside. Donghae sets to work on your shoulder, biting it, sinking his teeth in, making you cry out only to have it muted by Eunhyuk’s mouth. Your bra disappears and two different hands are on your breasts, teasing your nipples. Donghae’s hand slips lower and unbuttons your jeans, sliding his hand into your underwear and teasing your clit with his fingers. You feel your knees start to tremble and before you can stop yourself - though you don’t know why you would want to stop yourself right now - you unbutton Eunhyuk’s pants and tug his hips closer to you by his unfastened belt. He smirks into the kiss and lets you shove your hand into his boxers and moans when you wrap your hand around his cock. Just as you set up a rhythm, Donghae tugs you by your shoulder and forces you to turn around. He latches his lips to yours and places your hand around his dick that still stands proud out of his open pants. It isn’t long until Donghae puts his hands on your shoulders and presses, forcing you on your knees. You take Donghae’s cock into your mouth and suck while he makes out with Eunhyuk above you. You cast your eyes upwards to watch them, Eunhyuk’s strong jawline moving as he shares saliva with his fellow teacher. You have never seen anything more hot in your life. You do your best to imprint the visual stimulus into your memory to serve you on cold, lonely nights. Eunhyuk comes down to join you and tugs off Donghae’s pants and boxers before sucking on his balls while you deep-throat him. He moans loudly - you now realise it was his moan you heard earlier and God it was sexy - and grabs the back of both of your heads. You swap with Eunhyuk, teasing Donghae’s balls with your tongue while Eunhyuk takes him deep down his throat before letting up and sucking hard on the tip of Donghae’s cock. “Keep this up and I’m gonna cum,” Donghae pants, trying to get leverage of the desk to thrust into Eunhyuk’s mouth. You then join Eunhyuk in paying attention to Donghae’s cock, the two of you lavishing it with your tongues. With a curse and a yell, Donghae comes, half in your mouth, half in Eunhyuk’s. You immediately kiss Eunhyuk to share the semen. As gross as it sounds, that sharp, salty taste mixed with the taste of Eunhyuk’s tongue turns you on.