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.
You are awoken by a gentle shake to the shoulder. You groan and slowly open your eyes, immediately regretting it. Your head feels like someone is repeatedly hammering against it, your mouth is dry and your whole body aches. "Ugh, it’s too bright," you mumble, frowning and squeezing your eyes shut. You feel a cool hand against your forehead and you open your eyes again, blinking at the daylight. Donghae, your boyfriend, smiles down at you. You smile tiredly back at him and sit up a little. It isn’t until this point that you realise that you’re on the sofa and still in last night’s outfit, shoes and all. "How was the party?" Donghae asks, stroking your hair away from your face. You had gone to the Christmas party the company you work for had thrown and judging by the fact you had passed out on the sofa fully clothed and had the hangover from Hell surging its way through your whole body, it was an enjoyable night. "I think it was good, but I don’t remember much." Donghae chuckles before handing you a glass of water and two aspirins. "It’s like you read my mind," you say gratefully before popping the pills on our tongue, taking the water and drinking heavily. It tastes like Heaven. Donghae picks up a stack from the floor. "There’s a fresh towel, still warm from the dryer, clean underwear and your comfiest sweatpants and hoodie." He hands the stack to you before picking up a pile of DVDs with a small pile of paper on top. "I have all your favourite movies that are happy and don’t have a complicated plotline, and I have the take-out menus from all your favourite restaurants." He places the stack back on the coffee table. "I have also turned off my phone and cancelled everything for today, so I can spend the whole day with you and look after you." You can’t help but smile, despite your thumping headache. Donghae was the sweetest guy you had ever met. You pull him into a hug. You can feel Donghae smile against your hair before he kisses to your temple. "Thank you. You’re perfect," you say against his neck. "And you’re beautiful." You raise your eyebrows. "Not in the state, I’m not." "Hungover or not, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world and I’m lucky to be able to call you mine." Donghae cups our face in his soft hands and presses a gentle, lingering kiss to your forehead. "Now, get in the shower and I’ll put some coffee on, and then we can watch Tangled." "As long as we can sing along to all the songs," you reply as you stand and head slowly for the bathroom.
To celebrate 2 years of SJPF, have something that I have been wanting to write for ages - 15xreader! Enjoy!
Warning: all the smut You walk into the dorm after receiving a text asking you to come over to find 15 naked men waiting for you, each one wearing a dangerous, mischievous smirk and each one sporting a raging erection. You look at each of them and blink. "W-what are you guys doing?" "Waiting for you, sweetness," Hangeng answers before approaching you and attaching his lips to yours, his hands at your waist.
Eunhyuk told himself not to cry. He promised himself he wouldn’t. He tapped his fingers on his thigh to distract himself. To distract himself from everything that was happening. From all the people around him, from where he was, from what he was feeling. He had always loved him. Even when he hated him, he always loved him. He told himself that it was wrong, that those kinds of feelings should be restricted to fanfiction only. But as time passed, it became harder and harder to deny it. Eunhyuk thought it had become pretty obvious, even. But it turns out, his natural touchiness wasn’t exactly a dead give-away. He hugged him, whispered in his ear and even groped him in public. But nobody ever suspected anything. The fans may have, but they’d believe in what they wanted to believe even if it wasn’t true. Leeteuk told him to confess. He came up with a lot of reasons for him to do so. But still, Eunhyuk was too scared. Too scared of how Donghae would react. Too scared of how his family would react. Too scared of how everybody else would react. Too scared of what other people think. Frightened of what he himself thinks. But nevertheless, Eunhyuk tried to drop subtle hints every now and then. But either his hints were too subtle or he was just too clueless because he never picked up on any of them. Sometimes, though, he was okay with that. That way, every morning when he would come to wake him up, Eunhyuk could just pull him down on the bed, trap him in a hug and leave him with no other choice but to sleep next to him. And every single time, he’d smile and lightly kiss the top of his head when he was finally asleep. And it could never result into something too awkward because he had no clue at all. But Eunhyuk’s mistake was thinking that things could stay like that forever. All things come to an end, they say. Eunhyuk always thought that was an exaggeration but he soon learned the hard way that it was all too true. Things do have to come to an end eventually. And more often than not, it’s never going to end the way you want it to. “Do you, Lee Donghae, take thee Jessica Jung to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health?” “I do.” Eunhyuk told himself not to cry. He promised himself he wouldn’t. And yet, he still did.
Warning: use of sex toys "Ooh, baby…fuck," Donghae says breathlessly as he watches you pleasure yourself with a clit stimulator. His tongue runs over his bottom lip as another wave of pleasure makes your body jerk, your hips rutting up into the vibrating plastic toy, your lips parting to let out a noise of delight. His eyes flit from your hand to your face. You feel your cheeks warm out of slight embarrassment and close your eyes, focusing on the intense feeling of the vibrator working on your clit. Over the sound of the buzzing toy, you hear the sound of a zipper being tugged down and when you open your eyes, Donghae is leaning back a little against the wall, his hand snaking into his boxers, letting out a shuddered breath when his fingers touch his hardening cock. His other hand slides up your leg to your thigh and beyond, inching closer to your wetness. His touch sets a blazing trail on your skin, making it prickle and come out in goosebumps. You emit a shaky gasp. "You’re so wet," he say lustfully as his fingertips come dangerously close to where you need them. You swallow and wait for the feeling of his fingers entering you, but no such feeling comes. His hand leaves your body and he grabs the dildo on the bed, turning it on to a medium vibration setting and starting to slide it into you. You were so wet you didn’t need preparation or any other lubricant, so the toy slides into you easily. You moan as it penetrates you slowly, just like Donghae does when he’s fucking you, carefully filling you and stretching you. He takes the clit stimulator out of your hand and turns it off, placing it on the bed beside you before pushing the dildo in further, getting up on his knees and kneeling over you, his other hand still wrapped around his cock that is sticking out of his jeans. He times the jerks on his cock with the thrusts of the dildo, the pace getting faster and faster the more desperate and horny he gets. You writhe and pant for breath as Donghae fucks you with the dildo, the vibrations resonating through your whole body, only to resonate more when he turns the vibration setting up. Donghae leans down and starts to lavish your neck, sucking on your skin and nipping it lightly, licking over the marks he leaves. His moans rumble against your skin, his hand leaving his cock to pluck at your nipples, twisting them in his fingers, extracting erotic moans from your mouth. "I can’t stand it any more," he rushes, pulling the vibrator out of you and tossing it to the floor. He pulls his shirt off over his head and pulls his jeans and boxers down as far as he could before lust and desperation take over. He grabs the back of your thighs and pulls your legs around his hips before slamming into you, the moan he emits deep yet broken as his cock his shrouded in wet heat. He fucks you hard, kissing your lips with fervour. You rake your fingers through his hair and clutch onto his body by his shoulders, feeling the muscles move under his soft skin he ruts into you. He buries his face in the side of your neck, his panted breath condensing against your skin, making it moist. You buck your hips off the bed to meet his thrusts, sending the head of his cock deeper inside you. You cry out and convulse in Donghae’s arms. The clit stimulator and the vibrator were amazing, but no hunk of phallus-shaped vibrating plastic could replace Donghae’s cock and how it could turn you into a writhing, moaning, sweating mess in next to no time. "Oh God, Donghae, harder, harder!" He obeys and ruts into you with so much force that the headboard, which was banging rhythmically against the wall, now bangs louder and faster. His naked chest slides against your sensitive nipples and you moan, arching your back to feel more of his sweaty skin on yours. Your dig your nails into his shoulder blades and he growls, sinking his teeth into your neck, making you cry out, your head tilting back and pressing into the pillow. With a grin, he grabs the clit stimulator, turns it back on to its highest setting, snakes his hand between your bodies and places it against your clit. You all but scream and buck your hips up wildly against Donghae’s own sinful hips still fucking you and against the toy, your skin heating up as your stomach twists and your lungs condense, making it harder and harder to breathe. "Donghae! Oh my God, Donghae, fuck! Right there, don’t stop! Oh God, don’t stop!" Donghae keeps up his thunderous pace as you smash head-first through the barrier and into the bliss of your euphoria, your body convulsing and your walls clenching around his cock, making him release a deep moan as his thrusts lose rhythm and his body quivers as he cums, your name on his lips. He keeps thrusting through his pleasure, making you shiver as your sensitive parts are still bombarded with wonderful sensations. Donghae presses his head into the side of your neck as his hips stop moving, trying to catch his breath. You run your fingers through his soft hair as the dildo still buzzes on the floor.
Happy birthday to the most perfect man in the world xoxoxoxoxoxo Warning: smut You return to your bedroom from the bathroom to find Donghae awake and reading a magazine in bed. When you had got up to shower, he was still asleep. He looks over the side of the magazine at you and flashes you a smile. You smile back and crawl on top of him, holding your towel around your body. "Hey, beautiful," he says, putting down the magazine and combing your still-wet hair away from your face, cupping your cheek. "Hello yourself," you reply, sitting up so you are straddling your lap. "Happy birthday." "Thank you, baby." "Have you had a good year?" "The best. I married the most perfect woman I’ve ever met." He flashes you a dazzling smile and sits up, cradling you in his lap. You try not to blush as you press your lips to his, your fingers in his soft hair. He deepens the kiss and holds you closer to his warm, naked chest, wrapping a strong arm around your waist. His other hand falls from your face to your thigh, his fingers slipping under the hem of the towel and caressing your freshly washed skin. You smile against his lips and moan softly when his tongue comes into contact with yours. His hand slides further up your thigh, pushing your towel up. You run your hands down his chest, over his firm pecs and dark nipples and beyond, your fingers dancing over his abs. His fingers move to the inside of your thigh and you shiver under his touch his hand moves higher and higher up as he starts to kiss your neck. You gasp and tilt your head back, offering him more of your skin for him to lavish. In one fluid movement, your towel is removed from your body and ends up on the floor. You feel him harden against your ass so you grind a little on his cock, making his lips on your neck stutter, a deep grown rising from his throat. You push on his chest until he lays back down and, with a smirk, shuffle down his body to his hips, kissing down his chest as you go. You tug his pyjama bottoms down and his erection is freed. "Ungh, baby," Donghae murmurs as you take his cock into your mouth, his hand flying to the back of your head, tugging gently on your hair. You take him deeper down your throat, making his hips buck up into your face as he emits a strangled moan. Sucking for a little more, you release his cock and crawl back up his sinfully sexy body, straddling him again. Carefully, you lower yourself onto his cock, moaning at the feeling of him fill you completely. Your head tilts back as you gasp for breath and Donghae’s hands snake up your thighs to grab your waist. You lift yourself up and press your hips down again, closing your eyes at how good it feels. You ride Donghae faster, rolling your hips in circles, your back arched. Donghae’s hands roam your body; your thighs, your ass, your breasts. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, watching your every movement with lust-filled eyes as you ride him, slamming your hips against his. He moans and starts to thrust up into you just as you slam down, sending his cock even deeper inside you, making the two of you cry out simultaneously. He tugs at your nipple, making your already-laboured breath hitch, before sliding his hand down your body and rubbing your clit with his thumb in fast, tight circles. The extra stimulation makes your body shudder and you arch your back as you ride him with all your strength, your fingernails digging into his chest a little. "Donghae! Oh God, Donghae!" You cry out as you reach your peak, your inner walls clamping around his cock and your body convulsing, bucking into his hand that is still abusing your clit. Donghae tilts his head back and releases a deep, gluttonous moan, his hips rutting mindlessly into yours as he cums, his name tumbling out of his mouth in his smooth, rich voice, his chest rising and falling quickly as he pants for breath. He slows to a stop and relaxes, his now soft cock still inside. You lean over him and press a kiss to his lips. "That was a great gift," he says against your lips. "That was just the first. I have a lot more planned for you today," to reply with a sly smile. Donghae smiles back. This is going to be the best birthday ever.
(Credit to whomever made these GIFs. I’m sorry if you think I stole them - they’re just for inspiration and SJPF does not claim them for ourselves. If you want to be credited as the creator, get in touch) Warning: smut Donghae liked to pull Eunhyuk’s hair. He liked the feeling of the soft strands against his skin, how it made Eunhyuk do whatever Donghae wanted, the soft, sultry moan that fell out of his band mate’s mouth when he tightened his grip. Eunhyuk liked to have his hair pulled by Donghae. He liked the sting on his scalp, how the fresh wave of lust through his veins made his skin prickle, the hungry look in Donghae’s eyes when his fist delved into his locks. Eunhyuk once again feels that firm grip on his hair and his head dragged towards his lover. He grins at the fans scream and cheer. Donghae eyes flick to Eunhyuk’s exposed neck, the notion of sinking his face into that expanse of milky skin and biting it crossing his mind, but he pushes it back and laughs, knowing that there would be time for biting later. Eunhyuk hands flies up and grazes Donghae’s chest as Donghae’s fist clenches and tugs on his hair. Both try to ignore their cocks twitching. The show ends and back the hotel, Donghae and Eunhyuk stumble into their shared room, Eunhyuk fisting Donghae’s shirt as the younger man nips at his hyung’s plump bottom lip. The door slams closed and Eunhyuk is pushed up against it, his shirt tugged off his body with eager hands and dropped carelessly to the floor, Donghae’s shirt following closely behind. "Jesus, Donghae," Eunhyuk groans lustfully when Donghae passes his hand over his hyung’s crotch, making Eunhyuk’s hips buck into the warm hand. Jeans are hastily undone and pushed down as far as they would go, their lips still locked as they both shimmy and kick their legs out of their clothing. Eunhyuk walks Donghae backwards towards Eunhyuk’s bed and they both land on it, bouncing a little. Eunhyuk moans into Donghae’s sweet mouth when Donghae runs his fingers through his lover’s hair, his hand clenching and pulling on the strands. He disconnects his lips from his dongsaeng’s and moves down his body, Donghae’s hand still in his hair, dictating where his lips touch. He pushes his head down and down, until Eunhyuk bottom lip touches the waistband of his boxers. Eunhyuk groans as he feels Donghae’s hard-on against his throat, the vibrations of his voice travelling through Donghae’s erection, making him shudder and mutter a curse. Eunhyuk takes the waistband between his teeth and pulls, tugging the clothing down tantalisingly slow. Donghae whines and thrusts his hips up a little, the stiffness of his cock making him desperate. With a smirk, Eunhyuk engulfs Donghae’s cock, making his dongsaeng moan and grip is hair even tighter, Eunhyuk’s body shivering as he feels the pang of pain in his scalp as his hair is pulled taut. "H-Hyukjae…" "Mmm?" Eunhyuk replies through a mouthful of cock. Another set of vibrations makes Donghae rut into Eunhyuk’s face, more of his cock sliding into his hyung’s mouth. "I want it. Now." Eunhyuk smirks again and releases Donghae’s cock with a pop before replacing the space in his mouth with his fingers, sucking on them like he was still sucking on Donghae’s dick. Donghae bites his lips at the visual - Eunhyuk’s lips stretched over his 3 fingers, his cheekbones prominent, his eyes closed. Donghae spreads his legs and Eunhyuk thrusts a slicked finger into him, quickly followed by another and then another, knowing Donghae can take it. Donghae’s eyes flutter closed and he shifts against the bedsheets, rolling his hips, pressing down onto Eunhyuk’s fingers, taking them deeper inside him. Eunhyuk tugs his boxers down with his free hand and palms his cock loosely. Donghae whines again when the fingers are ripped away, but there is no time to complain as he feels the head of Eunhyuk’s cock at his entrance. Eunhyuk enters him and Donghae’s jaw goes slack. Eunhyuk doesn’t stop until he is completely sheathed inside his lover. Both of their heads and dicks throb as their skin prickles with hunger and lust. "Hyukkie…" Donghae whispers. "Baby…" Eunhyuk shifts his weight to one arm and runs a hand over the side of Donghae’s dewy face, his thumb running over his bottom lip. Eunhyuk starts to move, his hips sliding back only to snap forward, his cock disappearing back into his lover, his pace even but quickly building with every glorious movement of his slender, talented hips. Donghae pants for breath as he feels his cheeks redden with exertion and heat as he feels his body temperature rising. "Ungh, Donghae, fuck," Eunhyuk moans, rutting into Donghae’s tight heat faster, the sound of skin hitting skin getting louder and quicker. Donghae slides his hand up Eunhyuk’s back to the back of his head, curling his hand into his red locks and tugging harshly. Eunhyuk lets out a mixture between a moan and a cry and his cock penetrates Donghae deeper, hitting that spot inside him that makes his toes curl and his body convulse. He holds onto Eunhyuk’s hair, tugging on it hard, pulling his head back, baring his neck. Donghae raises his upper body and sinks his teeth into Eunhyuk’s neck, sucking hard on his soft skin. Eunhyuk cries out, his whole body being pummelled with intense sensations as he slams into Donghae over and over again, shifting his weight to one hand again and reaching between their sweaty bodies, gripping Donghae’s neglected, reddened cock and jerking him off in time with his thunderous thrusts. Donghae releases a gluttonous moan against Eunhyuk’s neck before the lust takes hold of him and he lays back down on the bed, his head tilting back, pressing into the pillow. "Hyukjae, fuck, Hyukjae, right there! Oh, God! Fuck me harder!" Donghae words resonate in Eunhyuk’s head and it sends a delicious shiver down his spine. With a few more jerks of his cock, Donghae reaches the threshold of pleasure and cums with a scream of Eunhyuk’s name, his seed spilling over his stomach and Eunhyuk’s fingers. "Fuck, Donghae, baby," Eunhyuk grinds out as Donghae clamps around his cock, his walls contracting and relaxing, squeezing him deliciously as his hand still tugs on his hair. It is enough to make him cum hard, thrusting mindlessly into Donghae’s still-clenching heat as the man below him groans weakly as his prostate is still pummelled, making his cock twitch feebly. Eunhyuk’s hips slow to a stop and Donghae’s grip of his hair loosens, his hand sliding down to Eunhyuk’s face, cupping his cheek. Eunhyuk looks down at his lover through half-lidded eyes and smiles. "Did I pull too hard?" Donghae mumbles. Eunhyuk rubs his scalp and shakes his head. "You know I love it."
Another Eunhae teacher smut, anyone? This one is for you, hyukkiebaby. Much love! Read the sort-of prequel here and the prequel to that here Warning: smut September rolls around and you were back at college. For others, it was a drag, but for you, it couldn’t come quickly enough. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on your teachers again. You had seen them once at the beginning of the summer after swapping numbers at the end of term, meeting them in a empty car park one Saturday night. Donghae fucked you into the backseat, the upholstery scraping at your hands and knees, as Eunhyuk forced his cock down your throat, pulling on your hair and releasing deep, gluttonous moans into the humid air. They didn’t contact you for the rest of summer. You didn’t want to bug them in the fear they would revoke your access to mind-blowing sex, so you didn’t contact them. Now it was the first day of term and your mind ran amok with how they might bring you the most intense orgasm. On your way to campus to attend a class taught by a stuffy woman you didn’t really like, you receive a text from Eunhyuk: Skip class. Come to our office now. Unquestioningly, you change your direction and head to Donghae and Eunhyuk’s office. He sounds angry. Your skin prickles with trepidation and excitement. You rap your knuckles on the door. A voice sounds from inside the room. "Come in." You open the door to see Donghae and Eunhyuk standing by Eunhyuk’s desk, Donghae perched on the end while Eunhyuk stands upright, his arms folded over his chest. They’ve both changed their hair again.You like it. Donghae looks you up and down and parts his lips but the look anger is still apparent on his face, while Eunhyuk stares at you, absolutely livid. You close and lock the door behind you. "Did you get bored of us over the summer? Find someone else, perhaps?" Eunhyuk asks. You shake your head. "Then why didn’t you talk to us? Don’t you want us to fuck you any more?" "Yes, I do, so very much. I’m sorry, I really am," you rush, terrified of losing them. They were the best fuck of your life and you love experimenting with them more than anything in the world, pushing your body to the ends of what is possible and to the very heights of unbridled pleasure. Eunhyuk approaches you, his arms still folded and circles you closely. "You need punishing, my love." His voice is low and dangerous in your ear and his breath is warm on your skin. You swallow back a moan, but it rises back up your throat and out your mouth when Eunhyuk attaches his lips to your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin. Donghae slides off the desk and approaches you before his lips press onto yours, immediately searching out your tongue. God, you missed this; their soft lips, their wandering hands, the way they made you feel on fire every time they were near you. "We missed you," Donghae murmurs onto your lips between hot kisses, and Eunhyuk makes a noise in agreement against your neck, which vibrates on your skin and makes you shiver. You grip Donghae’s tie in your hand and pull him closer to you with it, making him smile against your lips before he catches your lower lip between his teeth and sinks his teeth into it just as Eunhyuk nips harshly at your neck. The wonderful sensation makes you release a rich, gluttonous moan into Donghae’s mouth. They make light work of your clothes, their lips leaving you only for a few milliseconds before they’re back again, this time Eunhyuk tugging at your chin, making you turn your head, claiming yours lips for himself while Donghae nips along your collarbone and sucking on the purple marks his colleague had left on your neck, deepening the colour further. You melt into Eunhyuk’s kiss - any time away from him makes you forget how much of a good kisser he is, so every time your lips touch his, you are pleasantly surprised and get to relive it over and over again. You duck out of the way and let the two professors make out, watching with desire as you undress them, leaving their suits crumpled on the floor by their feet as Donghae reaches for Eunhyuk hard and wet cock, the teacher shivering under his touch as he toys with Donghae’s nipple, tugging it between his thin fingers. You try to bite back a moan; it was hot as hell when your professors touched you, but you simply loved watching them touch each other. "Is…is this my punishment? Because it doesn’t seem like much of a punishment to me," you ask. Donghae looks at you and then at Eunhyuk, who nods. Before you can register what is going on, Donghae takes your hand and yanks you over to the Eunhyuk’s completely empty desk, bending you over the edge of it. The two professors stand wither side of you. You swallow and quiver as Donghae runs his fingers up the back of your thigh. A sharp sound and a flash of pain to your ass makes you cry out. You look over your shoulder to see Donghae’s hand in the air just above your ass. Another sound and more pain, but Donghae’s hand doesn’t move. The two take turns in spanking you, hell-bent on turning both your cheeks bright red. You cry out and tremble and jerk at every hand on your ass, their aim impeccable, able to hot the spot where it hurts most every time. It flushes doses fresh lust through your veins and you resort to rubbing yourself against the edge of the desk, trying to get much-desired friction off the smooth surface. "No, I can’t take it any more! Please, I need it, I need you both in me!" "Are you sorry for not talking to us?" "Yes! Yes, I’m so, so sorry! I-I just didn’t want to bug you guys and I didn’t want you to see me as desperate because all I could think about all day, every day, was both of you inside me, fucking me so hard I scream and black out and I realise how stupid that makes me sound because you wanted that too but I’m here and I’m sorry and please, please, just fuck me, use me, make me yours!" Your rush of words makes you out of breath. Over your shoulder, you watch the two teachers look at each other and nod before you are grabbed by your arm and sat on the edge of the desk. The cold surface of the desk on your hot, angry skin makes you wince, but you ignore the pain in your ass and bury your face into the crook of Donghae’s neck. "Here’s your reward, babygirl," Donghae says against your temple as he slams into you. The next 40 minutes are a blur. The two professors certainly reward you - they fuck you in every position thinkable: Donghae ruts mindlessly into you whilst also fucking himself on 3 of Eunhyuk’s long fingers; Eunhyuk buries his face between your legs, the sinful movements of his tongue and lips making your legs tremble uncontrollably as you moan around Donghae’s cock as it shoved far down your throat; you are bent over the desk again and Eunhyuk fucks you hard, his breath like fire on your back as his grip tight on your hips, as Donghae pistons in and out of him, moaning and growling, strings of filthy words falling out of his open mouth. You lose count of how many time you orgasm - just as the body trembles subside, another cock is thrust into your mouth or a tongue is back on your clit, pulling you once again towards euphoria. Eunhyuk cums with a scream of both your and Donghae’s name as he cums on your stomach, his cock going limp, only to growl and for his cock to twitch into life again when he watches you run your fingertips through the ropes of pearly semen and to suck your fingers clean. His shoves his cock back into you and carries on going. Donghae watches from over Eunhyuk’s shoulder and thrusts into Eunhyuk’s still-clenching heat even harder. It lasts for what seems like hours - moans and pants and the sound of skin hitting skin resonate in your ears as you are pleasured beyond anything you had ever experienced, the intensity of it making your head spin so you close your eyes and just hold on for the ride. Donghae releases for second or third time and you swallow it down before releasing his cock and resting your head on thigh as you kneel on the ground, your body still twitching from Eunhyuk’s head under you, worshipping your clit. At some point you had all ended up on the floor and you curl up on the carpet, the coarse fibres scratching at your skin. Donghae and Eunhyuk lay next to you, their arms around you, pressing soft, lazy kisses to any part of your skin they could reach without having to move. "You did well, baby," Eunhyuk says softly before kissing your shoulder, his fingers tracing light patters on your hip. You smile against Donghae’s chest. "You worried us when you stopped calling. Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want. We’ll always deliver," Donghae murmurs into your hair. "I won’t, I promise." You place your hand over their interlaced ones on your waist.
Warning: boy smut Ryeowook closes his eyes as Donghae sings in his ear, his arm around his neck, pressing the younger’s back into the older’s firm chest. Donghae is warm, so warm. The sound of the fans screaming fades as Ryeowook loses himself in the sound of his hyung’s sweet, smoky voice, making a fresh sweat break out over his already misty forehead, beading at the temples and dampening his hair even further. Donghae notices this and he can’t help but smirk as he detaches himself from his dongsaeng and walks to the other side of the stage, but not before giving Ryeowook’s ass a surreptitious slap. The concert ends and the band retire to the van to drive to the hotel. Donghae sits next to Ryeowook and talks animatedly to the others about the concert, but his hand on Ryeowook’s thigh is obscured from sight. Ryeowook’s skin prickles and wills the van to get to the hotel faster so he can enjoy his hyung’s hands on his body without the risk of being caught. At the hotel, Ryeowook eagerly awaits the knock on his door. He changes into sweatpants and an old shirt and brushes his teeth twice to pass the time. He’s just about to give up when it comes; 4 knocks in quick succession, then silence for a second, then 2 more knocks. Ryeowook paces to the floor and flings it open and his lips are immediately covered with warm, thin ones, a hand on the back of his neck, fingers already tugging at his hair. He hears the door close as he is pushed up against the wall. "Did anyone see you?" He asks between kisses. "No. That’s why I was a long time," Donghae answers, his lips slipping down and sucking deliciously at Ryeowook’s jawline as if in apology for taking so long. The younger man forgives him with a pleasured sigh as his hands grip at Donghae’s shirt, wanting desperately to get it off so he can feel the firm muscles and soft skin that make up the gorgeous chest that he was pressed up against on stage. With a self-satisfied smile, Donghae unlatches his delectable lips from Ryeowook’s jaw and pulls his shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor. His smirk widens when Ryeowook looks down and runs his hands down the glorious expanse of skin revealed to him. "I love that you worship my body," Donghae murmurs in Ryeowook’s ear before tracing the shape of it with the tip of his tongue, making the younger man visibly shiver. Ryeowook would roll his eyes at his hyung’s smugness if Donghae hadn’t stripped him of his own shirt and pressed their chests together, sharing warmth and friction whilst pressing their hardening cocks against each other, making both of the men groan low in their throats. Donghae rolls his hips like he would if he were dancing, creating friction, until one of them can’t take it any longer. "On your knees." Ryeowook obeys, sinking to his knees as Donghae pulls on his basketball shorts, letting them fall to his feet before his boxers join them, wrapping his hand around his erection, pointing it in the direction of Ryeowook’s awaiting mouth. The younger man laps at the hot, hard organ before taking it fully in his mouth, sliding his lips further and further down the shaft until the head of Donghae’s cock hits the back of his throat. He works his mouth up and down, coaxing gluttonous moans past his hyung’s lips, the fingers returning to his hair again, tugging hard on the strands. Ryeowook feels no pain; it encourages him to go faster, deeper, hollowing his cheeks. Donghae curses and runs his fingers over Ryeowook’s defined cheekbones. "God, it’s like you were made for sucking dick…" Ryeowook smiles around Donghae’s cock. Donghae tugs on his dongsaeng’s hair again, this time harder, making Ryeowook pull away from his cock before he stands. Their lips reunite in a heated kiss as they stumble towards Ryeowook’s bed, hands sliding over hot bodies. They don’t even reach the bed; Donghae yanks down Ryeowook’s sweatpants and boxers, the material pooling at his ankles, and he trips, falling to the floor, dragging his hyung with him. They both laugh but make no movement to stand back up - instead, Donghae sinks his teeth into the milky skin that joins Ryeowook’s shoulder to his neck whilst his hand wraps around the younger’s aching cock, making Ryeowook gasp and his back arch. "Where’s your lube?" "S-suitcase," Ryeowook stutters, pointing over Donghae’s shoulder. Donghae lets go of the younger man’s cock, making the latter whine, and crawls over to the half-full suitcase, rummaging through it before finding the tube of lube and crawling back to his lover. Ryeowook takes a mental photograph of the sight before him - Donghae crawling towards him, naked, his cock impossibly hard, carrying lube between his teeth, his eyes ablaze with hunger and lust. Donghae settles in between Ryeowook’s thin legs, his strong hands spreading them a little more, before lubing up his fingers and pressing one into his lover. Ryeowook’s moan gets stuck in his throat as his breath hitches. Donghae quickly adds another finger, wanting to get his lover prepared as quickly as possible to he could bury himself deep inside him. Ryeowook shudders at the sting of a third finger, but he finds pleasure in the pain and bucks into the intrusion. His body feels like it’s on fire and his cock throbs almost painfully, but he loves every second. The fingers are gone and Ryeowook hears the squirt of the lube coming out of the bottle. The sound makes his cock twitch. Donghae lets out a sigh as he lubes up his cock before abruptly pushing into the younger man. Ryeowook cries out and thrashes against the floor, the carpet scratching a little at his back. He squeezes his eyes shut at the pain as Donghae continues to penetrate him, his eyes rolling up in his head at the feeling of his cock encased in hot, tight heat, moaning when he’s fully sheathed inside his lover. Ryeowook’s forehead wrinkles as he furrows his eyebrows. Donghae leans down and presses a kiss to the adorable crinkles as he slides his hands up Ryeowook’s trembling thighs. Ryeowook lets out a high-pitched groan, letting him know that he’s ready, and Donghae’s hips pull back before they snap forward, filling his dongsaeng all over again. Ryeowook’s mouth opens in a silent scream as his head tilts back, his whole body fizzing as Donghae surges into him over and over again. Donghae’s fingernails dig into the younger man’s skin as he grips his hips before his hands slide down to Ryeowook’s ass, grabbing the soft globes in his hands and spreading them so he could shove his cock even deeper into sinfully delicious tight heat whilst raising Ryeowook’s hips at the same, changing the angle and sending his cock right against Ryeowook’s sweet spot. Ryeowook’s whole body convulses as he lets out a scream, completely forgetting that his bandmates were on the other side of the wall. "D-Donghae, hyung, right there…" Donghae gets the message; he pounds into Ryeowook with all his might, abusing his prostate, drawing out lustful whines and moans from between Ryeowook’s kiss-swollen lips. "You’re such a good fuck, oh my God," Donghae grinds out, panting harshly as he ruts into his bandmate. Ryeowook feels a warm hand around his cock, pumping in time with Donghae’s quick thrusts, and his nails scratch at the carpet, desperately something to hold onto so he doesn’t lose his mind. "I’m so close, hyung," Ryeowook whimpers and Donghae groans at his lover calling him ‘hyung’ when he’s balls-deep inside him. It only takes a few more hard thrusts and a few more pumps on his cock and Ryeowook comes undone, releasing all over his stomach with a cry of Donghae’s name, his body shuddering and his neck arching, his hips bucking wildly against Donghae’s, making the small of his back rub against the carpet. Donghae curses at the clenching heat around him and continues to fuck Ryeowook as he cums, the veins on his forearms popping out as he grips Ryeowook’s ass so hard the younger man whimpers. Donghae pulls out with a hiss before falling sideways, slumping against the wall. "I think I have carpet burn on my back," Ryeowook says breathlessly, turning on his front. "Yeah, you do." Donghae stands on wobbly legs and gets Ryeowook’s lotion from the nightstand. He kneels next to his bandmate and gently rubs lotion into the angered, inflamed skin. Ryeowook sighs at Donghae’s soft hands soothing the burn. Donghae helps him up and over to his bed before redressing. "I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Sleep tight." Ryeowook opens his mouth to ask Donghae to stay, but he knows he can’t. They can’t risk getting caught. "Good night, hyung." Donghae presses a soft kiss to Ryeowook’s lips before ruffling his tousled hair and leaving the room, switching the light off behind him.
Warning: fellatio Donghae closes his eyes at the sound of you unbuckling his belt, pulling warm leather from cold metal and leaving it dangling, the fastening clinking softly. His breath hitches in his throat and his tongue flicks out to moisten his lips as you unbutton his jeans, the side of your hand pressing gently against the bulge of his erection as you wrestle with the buttons. You run your fingers over the material of his boxers, feeling the hard flesh underneath. Donghae visibly shivers at your touch and you look up at him to watch him bite his bottom lip as you curl your fingers over the waistband of his boxers and tug them down a little, letting his cock spring free from its confines. You swear you hear Donghae let out a sigh of relief - he had been hard for a while now, but you loved to tease and he always took it and waited patiently, letting you work at your own pace. He had been patient enough. He deserved a reward. You lick a stripe along the underside of his cock, from base to tip, before curling your tongue around the pink, leaking tip. Donghae’s moan comes out broken as you suckle lightly at the head, teasing the supple skin with the tip of your tongue. Donghae’s hand reaches out and he runs his fingers through your hair, pushing it away from your face so he can see his cock in your mouth. You let him and look up at him from your position on your knees in front of him, knowing he thinks it’s hot when you look up at him from down there with his cock in your mouth. "Jesus Christ," he breathes, looking down at you and watching as you swallow the majority of his cock, taking it further and further down your throat until you can’t take any more without serious discomfort. You draw your head back, dragging your lips over his sensitive flesh, all the way to the head, creating suction that makes another moan slip out of Donghae’s mouth. You swallow him down again, starting up an even pace, one hand curling around the base of his cock to hold it steady, your fingers stroking the part you can’t quite reach with your mouth. "Faster, baby." You comply, moving your head faster. "That’s right…fuck, just like that…" Donghae’s fingers in your hair tighten, gripping the strands tightly but not tight enough to hurt. You suck a little harder, making Donghae growl, his patience and tolerance for letting you tease now crumbled at your feet. "Wanna fuck that beautiful face." His hips jerk into your face, pushing more of his cock down your throat. His hand twists in your hair, persuading you to keep it stationary as he thrusts into your mouth, moaning at the warm, wet suction you make. His thrusts get a little rougher and you moan, the vibrations travelling through Donghae’s cock and rocking his body to its core. He can’t take his eyes off your face as he ruts into it, rolling his hips like he does when he dances. Your fingers tug at his boxers a little more and you reach for his balls, massaging them in your hand. This is enough to finish him off, his head tilting back as he cries out, releasing into your mouth. He keeps thrusting as he moans your name and you drink everything he shoots into your mouth as his thrusts slow and then stop. You detach your lips before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tip of Donghae’s cock, the sensations on his over-sensitive flesh making him shiver. The fingers in your hair lose grip and he strokes your hair back into place before sliding his hand down and cupping your face. You lean your cheek into his palm. "This was just for starters. Wait until I get you behind closed doors," you say. Donghae’s cock, still sticking out of his of boxers, gives a twitch at the prospect of more pleasure.
Written by magicalgirlmei. Holy shit this is g l o r i o u s Also a continuation from this
Warning: smut The first thing Donghae did when he came into your apartment was pull you into a rough kiss, his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. “I’ve missed you,” he murmured between kisses, “I’ve missed you so much.” You gave a groan of assent, your fingers winding into his hair and pulling him down for another rough kiss. “And that phone call didn’t help.” His hands wandered down to your ass, giving a rough squeeze. “No, it didn’t,” he agreed, “but it was sexy as fuck to hear you moan and beg like that. I want you to do it again tonight.” You moaned quietly and immediately began to pull at the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. “Bedroom, now,” you said, and he kissed you again, the two of you stumbling and making your way to the bedroom, his hands fumbling with your shirt and then the clasp of your bra. God, did you miss his touch, his body, the smile on his face whenever he saw you. “Love you,” you murmured. “I want you to fuck me hard tonight.” “I will.” He quickly undid his pants, sitting down at the edge of the bed. “On your knees, right now. I want you to suck my cock.” You knelt immediately, gently taking his cock into your hands and giving the tip a small lick. Donghae groaned, fingers tangling into your hair and tugging harshly. You pulled away and grinned, then took the head into your mouth, tongue running along the underside. “Deeper,” he ordered, his voice low, and pushed your head further down. You choked slightly, but quickly adjusted and hollowed your cheeks as you sucked. “Fuck, yes.” His fingers tightened in your hair, gently moving your head up and down. He was moaning loudly now. “I love seeing your lips stretched around my cock. So fucking sexy.” His moans were falling freely now, and it was such a sweet sound to your ears. You moaned around him, pleased with your efforts. After a few more moments, he pulled you away. "I don’t want to cum just yet. I want to fuck you.” He pulled you up and stood as well, kicking pants and boxers away. He placed a hand on your back and shoved you down over the bed, giving your ass a firm slap with his other hand. You gave a loud cry. He repeated the action, his other hand running down your wet folds and gently rubbing your clit. Your small cries of pain turned into quiet moans. “Donghae…oh my God..” His slaps were becoming harder and faster, a red hand-print quickly forming on your skin. “Moan louder, baby,” he insisted, increasing the pressure on your clit, and you obliged, your voice rising in volume. It was strange to feel the pain of his hand against your ass mix with the pleasure of him rubbing your clit, but it just felt so damn good that you couldn’t help but enjoy it. After a few more slaps, he stopped and gave your ass a rough squeeze. “I want you to beg for me to fuck you, for me to have my cock inside of you, fucking you hard and rough,” he growled, one finger entering you, curling it slowly and teasingly. Your moans became even louder then and you grasped desperately at the bedsheets. “More. Please, I want more, Donghae. God…fuck please! Stop teasing me. I want you inside of me right now.” You knew how desperate you sounded, but you didn’t particularly care. You just wanted him so much. He didn’t quite oblige, instead adding another finger, thrusting slowly. You made a whining sound, trying to move your hips, wanting more. “Dammit! Donghae, fuck me right now! I just…fuck me. I want your cock inside of me right this second.” He abruptly removed his fingers, grabbing your hips and roughly shoving his cock inside of you, moaning and swearing under his breath. He didn’t bother starting off slow, choosing instead to ram roughly into you. Load moans were falling from your lips, your eyes fluttering shut from the pleasure of his rough and fast pace and you felt yourself coming closer and closer to your orgasm. “I’m so close, oh…fuck, yes,” you whispered, pressing the side of your face against the bedsheets. Donghae’s moans became louder and louder, fingers digging into your hips. “I’m so close, fuck…” he moaned, “Cum for me, cum for me right now…fuck!” You moaned loudly, cumming and clenching around him as you felt him cum as well. “God, Donghae…” You felt him pull out of you and you tiredly moved onto the bed, laying down and shaking slightly. “That was so good. God, I’ve missed you.” You closed your eyes and smiled when you felt him move onto the bed with you, pulling you closer to him. He began pressing small kisses to your temple as you rested your head on his shoulder. “You know something?” He murmured quietly. “We should do that phone sex thing more often.”
For you, revival123go. SLOPPY WET KISSES MWAH MWAH MWAH Warning: smut You open the door to the apartment you share with your boyfriend, Donghae, closing it behind you and slipping off your shoes and hanging your jacket up before entering the living room. Donghae is sitting on the sofa waiting for you. He doesn’t look pleased. You smile at him all the same. "Hey, honey." "Where were you?" "I went out with some of my work friends. It was a stressful week and we were glad to finish all the prep for the new merger, so we thought we’d blow off a little steam." "Where did you go?" "Crystal. The new club opposite that restaurant we like." Donghae stands and circles you. You have nothing to be guilty about, but the way Donghae is acting makes you antsy. "You smell like men’s cologne." "Yeah, one of the guys on 5th wears a lot and it gets everywhere." "Oh, does he? I’m sure his hands got everywhere too." "What’s that supposed to mean?" "Don’t lie to me. You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you?" Donghae’s voice suddenly increases in decibel as he grabs you by the hair, making him look you in the eyes that are ablaze with pure anger. "What? Donghae, you’re being ridiculous!" "Am I? Am I?!" "Yes, you are! And, I might add, very insulting!" His grip on your hair tightens and you wince. He tilts your head back and leans in close to your neck, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You’re mine. No one else’s." His breath is warm on your neck and his possessive nature makes your skin prickle deliciously. You bite your lip. He notices and you feel him smirk against your skin. "Is this turning you on? Is me being possessive making you wet?" You swallow and are just about to answer until Donghae descends on your neck, sucking harshly, his teeth scraping over your skin. You shiver, unable to speak. "Looks like I’ll have to show you that you’re mine, because I think you’ve forgotten," he mutters after branding you with a large, reddish hickey. He lifts his head and claims your lips, kissing you roughly; he immediately thrusts his tongue into your mouth whilst his lips press against yours hard enough to bruise. You struggle to keep up with the kiss. As quickly as it came, the warm brutality of his mouth is gone and he grasps your wrist tightly, marching you to the bedroom, kicking the door closed and throwing you unceremoniously onto the bed, pouncing on you in an instant. He all but tears at your shirt, the threads holding the buttons on nearly breaking, before it ends up on the floor, your skirt and bra quickly joining it. The sound of your tights ripping resonates in your ears and makes you moan as he creates gaping holes in them in his brutal haste to get them off, uncaring for the state of your clothes. His lips move to your nipple and pulls at it with his teeth whilst his fingers harshly tug at its twin, making you cry out and arch your back. Before you know what’s happening, Donghae flips you onto your stomach and his hand sinks into the drawer by the bed, returning with a single pair of handcuffs. Grabbing you firmly by the arms, he leans over you and handcuffs your wrists above your head, the chain around the back of a wooden bar of the headboard. You cast a look backwards and see the anger and ferocity in his eyes and face, so you don’t say a word of protest. He grabs you by the hips, forcing you onto your knees, before leaving you there, getting off the bed to strip, his glorious body in your peripheral vision. The bed dips as he kneels behind you, slamming his hips against your ass and grinding hard, a deep groan falling out of his mouth at the friction. "I bet that asshole you’re fucking can’t make you moan like I can," Donghae mutters in your ear, grabbing a handful of your hair again. "I-I’m not fu—" Donghae’s hand collides with your ass hard, making you cry out and jerk forward. "Did I say you could speak? No, the only thing you get to say is my name and I want you to fucking scream it, understand?" You nod, your lips trembling. You found Donghae’s anger a little terrifying, but you’d be the world’s biggest liar if you said it didn’t turn you on enormously. Letting go of your hair and holding onto your hips so hard his fingers would leave bruises, he slams into you from behind. You almost howl, the lack of preparation and warning making the intrusion painful, but you can’t say you don’t love the feeling of him filling you so hard and all at once. His grip on your hips tightening, he starts to thrust hard and fast, making you moan already. Every mind-blowing thrust sends the headboard crashing into the wall, punctuating every movement of Donghae’s hips with a loud thump. Your arms are already beginning to hurt and you shift some of your weight to your elbows to relieve the strain pulsing through your shoulder blades, but Donghae growls dangerously at you, so you suck up the pain and focus the delicious intensity of Donghae rutting into you over and over again. "Donghae, oh God yes, Donghae!" Donghae groans loudly at the sound of his name and your whimpers punctuating it. You’re about to keep chanting his name but he hits that spot inside you that makes your whole body convulse and the words don’t seem to come. He fucks you harder, slamming into his target, hitting it dead on every time, making you almost scream as you pant for breath. He wraps his arm around your waist and leans over you, his free fingers rubbing at your clit quickly, making you quiver uncontrollably in his grip. "You’re mine. All mine. All fucking mine. No one else is allowed to touch you, to make you moan, to fuck you,” he snarls in your ear, his breathing heavy and his body hot against yours. You nod fervently. You’ll just about agree to everything if you could just reach that climax that’s so close you can taste it. "If anyone gets their filthy hands on you, I’ll slit their fucking throats." The terrifying threat coupled with a smack to your ass and his sinfully rough thrusts is your downfall. With an earth-shattering scream of Donghae’s name, you explode from the inside out, shaking in his firm grip, your back stiff and your head light as you hear your blood pulsing in your ears, Donghae’s deep moans only just audible to you as you clench around his cock. Donghae shudders and curses as he releases into you, his hips still rutting into your over-sensitive body roughly, riding out his orgasm before slowly coming to a stop. Donghae pulls out with hiss and back-hugs you, reaching up to uncuff you, rubbing his thumb over the red chafing on your wrists. "Who do you belong to?" You swallow, your mouth dry. His voice still has that angry edge to it, and you remember his warning earlier. "D-Donghae." "Good girl."
Donghae glumly follows Siwon out of the car at the entrance to the airport, pushing the door shut behind him. Siwon’s personal driver hurriedly gets out and unloads Siwon’s luggage before getting back into the sleek, black car and waiting. "I don’t want you to go," Donghae mumbles, looking down at his feet, his hands in his pockets. "I’m sorry, but I don’t really have much choice. You know this." Siwon slings his bag onto his shoulder and wheels his suitcase closer to him, out of the way of other people going into the airport. "I know." Donghae can’t help but think of how much this sucked. He had barely met Siwon and he was jetting off to Japan to be the new CEO of the Japanese branch of the law firm he worked for. There’s no doubt that he was inexplicably proud of his boyfriend - a position like this at his young age was simply amazing and it was a great opportunity for him - but they had only been together for a few months and Donghae had become dangerously attached to his intelligent, handsome lover. So attached was he that he considered moving to Japan to be with Siwon, but he had family that needed him in Korea, plus he could hardly afford it on a bartender’s salary and he refused to let Siwon take care of the expenses - he was an adult and didn’t want Siwon to feel like he was using him for his money. Besides, it was a little early in their relationship to be moving countries for just a guy. Though Siwon wasn’t ‘just a guy’; he was perfect. "I’m going to miss you," Donghae says, pushing his sunglasses further up his nose, shielding his eyes from the winter sun. Siwon doesn’t look up, too busy patting his pockets, making sure he has all he needs. "You can come visit me when I’m settled in my new place. I’ll wire you the money." "That’s not what I meant." Siwon stops fussing about checking where his passport and phone and ticket are and smiles warmly at his lover. "Come here, stupid." Donghae shuffles closer and lets Siwon envelop him in his strong arms. He’s older than Siwon but when he’s in his arms, he can’t help but feel like it’s the other round. He likes it - Siwon is more mature than him anyway. "I’m going to miss you so much, you know? I’ll miss being able to call your name and there you are, right there next to me." Donghae wraps his arms around Siwon’s slim waist, his fingertips grazing the rough material of his tailored coat as Siwon plucks at a loose thread at Donghae’s bomber jacket. Closing his eyes behind his sunglasses, he takes a leap. "I love you, Siwon-ah." Despite the initial millisecond of surprise at words that they never said to each other before, Siwon smile against Donghae’s hair. "God known how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that. I love you too, handsome." Donghae smiles and his eyes well up. The two embrace for a little while longer until Siwon’s arms go limp by his sides, signalling the end of the hug. Donghae still clings to his boyfriend, his face pressed against Siwon’s coat, inhaling his sophisticated, manly scent, trying to embed the memory of how it smells in his brain. "Donghae, I have to go now." "I know," the older man mumbles, but doesn’t let go. Siwon chuckles, takes Donghae’s wrists and gently pulls his arms off his body. Donghae feels cold without his boyfriend so close to him. "This isn’t the end of us. I won’t let it be." Donghae nods, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak. Siwon presses his soft lips to Donghae’s, taking his cold hands in his own larger, warmer ones. Donghae kisses him back, holding onto those hands that show him the deepest affection, the sincerest comfort, the best pleasure. Their lips part and with other whisper of ‘I love you’s, Siwon’s fingers untangle themselves from Donghae’s before wrapping around the handle of his suitcase. With a smile and wave, he hitches his bag further onto his shoulder and walks through the glass doors of the airport, disappearing into the crowd. Donghae gazes after him, feeling cold and alone.
(Credit to the maker of these GIFs. I love you for them. If you want to be credited properly, get in touch) “It’s so sunny! I’m jealous!” Donghae smiles. “It’s so hot though,” he says, sticking out his tongue like a thirsty dog before grinning. You laugh and lean back in your chair, holding your phone down a little to get a better angle. Donghae was in Hawaii for a photoshoot and he had video called you to show you what it was like, seeing as you had never been to Hawaii but always wanted to go. “I wish you could have come with me.” He pouts at his phone as he continues to walk through the bright shopping mall. “I wish I could have too, but I couldn’t get the time off work,” you say sadly. Donghae is only scheduled to be away for a few days, but what with Super Show 5 and his constant trips to Japan, you haven’t seen much of him recently and all you crave is his warm body, his strong arms and his soft lips. Donghae pulls a sad face as he walks out of the mall and into the sunshine, his eyes squinting in the bright light. “Put your sunglasses on, silly,” you say as you laugh at him. “But then you can’t see my lovely eyes.” He widens his eyes, despite the sun, and bats his eyelashes. You can’t help but laugh at him again. “You goof. I miss you.” “I miss you too, baby,” he replies, switching his phone to his other hand to put his cap on, adjusting it slightly. The image wobbles as he moves his phone back to his right hand and he flashes you a smile as the scenery behind him changes from a street to a beach. “Take a look at this.” You see the out-of-focus smudge of Donghae finger near the camera on his phone as he changes the settings to the camera on the back of his phone and he scans the expanse of the beach. The water is beautifully blue and crashes lazily against the golden sand, the sky almost completely free from clouds. Donghae switches back to the front camera. “It’s beautiful.” “Not as beautiful as you.” Even after a year together, you still blush when he says stuff like that. He smiles. He likes to make you blush. “When I get some time off, I’ll take you here. Just us. We can walk along the sand and watch the sun set.” You sigh wistfully at Donghae’s proposition. “It sounds lovely. I can’t wait.” Donghae smiles again. You miss that smile. If you were there with him, he would be reaching out and tucking your hair behind your ear before cupping your face, his thumb on your cheek, gazing into your eyes. “Me neither.”
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 opportunity to grasp onto them tightly, digging your nails into the yielding 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.