Obsessive Fiction

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If anyone has any questions, go for it - I’m open to all kinds of questions about anything. :DDD

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okie, drabble time!

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Hankyung knew it had been a bad idea to give into Heechul. Especially on the bus. Especially in front of at least twenty other people. But who was he to resist the Kim Heechul? Specifically when the man was pressed hip-to-hip, his hand in stroking over Hankyung’s smooth thighs, squeezing them through his jeans, his fingers brushing across his clothed cock, which twitched in excitement.

He knew he shouldn’t have allowed Heechul to pull open his jeans and pump his cock in plain view of the bus driver, his fingers gripping the sit beside him as he fell over the edge, cumming over Heechul’s long, elegant fingers. He could only shudder when Heechul had licked his cum up.

The next stop they were arrested and put into a holding cell, Hankyung being the one to call Jungsu to bail their asses out, embarrassing himself when he had to explain why they were arrested…

“Never again, Heechul,” Hankyung hissed.

“Oh?” Heechul whispered, pressing his hip to Hankyung’s, his hand resting on his knee, slowly sliding upwards.

Hankyung could only gulp.

/End drabble

Kekekeke, what can I say?

Something Special

Rating: R

Pairing: Heechul/Ryeowook

Disclaimer: I no own SuJu

Summary: Ryeowook and Heechul meet in an unlikely way and it sparks a friendship that begins growing to something more…

A/N: For Lizzy~

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//Cafe

“Ryeowook, don’t forget to flip the sign over!”

“Okay, Mom!”

It was a chilly, rainy Monday afternoon and it was close to closing time for Ryeowook’s family’s cafe. He had taken a pause in his homework to help finish sweeping; he was approaching the door to flip the sign from ‘Open’ to ‘Close’ when a tall, lean boy around his age darted into the cafe to escape the pouring rain that had just resumed.

“Um… we’re closed…” Ryeowook spoke up, unsure of exactly what to say to the other. He looked a bit familiar, but Ryeowook couldn’t really place him.

The boy looked right at him, his almond shaped eyes staring at him in disbelief, “Uhm…” He ran his fingers through his wet hair and sighed heavily. “Alright, well, then I guess I’ll go…” He turned to leave, but Ryeowook felt really guilty for sending the obviously cold boy back into the rain.

“Wait - you can stay… it’s okay.” Ryeowook smiled sweetly and slipped past the boy to flip the sign to ‘Closed’. “Just sit at a table and let me tell my Mom.” He bowed politely and quickly dashed into the back to tell his mom about their last customer.

The boy smiled slightly and plopped down in a table closest to the counter and pulled his damp coat off, shivering for a moment before the warm air from the cafe’s heater began to warm him.

Ryeowook returned and stood behind the counter, “How about some hot chocolate?”

“Please,” The boy smiled faintly, attempting to rub some of the wetness from his face and neck off with a napkin. Ryeowook smiled at him and began making him a large hot chocolate and then walking it over to him.

“Um… I’m Ryeowook,” He smiled kindly, bowing gently.

“Heechul,” The boy bowed his head slightly, blowing on his hot chocolate. When Heechul noticed the boy just standing there, he gently nudged the chair in front of him, “Sit down if you want…”

Ryeowook smiled brightly and plopped down in the sit in front of Heechul, “Do you happen to go to the school down the road?”

Heechul pulled away from his drink, giving the other a raised eyebrow, “Why?”

“Because you looked really familiar…”

Heechul smiled, “Yeah - I go to that school. Kim Heechul.”

Ryeowook’s eyes widened, “Oh… you’re one of the rich guys… What were you doing in the rain…?”

Heechul grunted at the boy’s words, “I just felt like walking…”

When Ryeowook realized Heechul was very uncomfortable with the current topic, he began talking about some of his interests - just something to keep the other company. He talked about how he liked to take pictures, mentioned that he used to have a dog, but it had died not long ago. Heechul surprised him by beginning to participate in the conversation, each of them laughing and talking until long after the rain had stopped.

Heechul walked Ryeowook home that evening and promised to see him again.

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I swear I’m writing Meow - I’m almost done.

I promise

It’s just…

I’ve had a drink

and I’m hungry

and I’m writing smut on top of it all

Not a good combination……

@_@

It’ll be up soon!

hey :) since today is october 13th I would like some Wonkyu :D. I either would like something fluffy or rated smut, it's up to you ^^

Anonymous

Hahaha, what a coincidence my dear. I’m writing on Meow right now and, hopefully, it’ll be a little fluffy and a little smutty. :DDDDD

So look forward~!

I also might be able to write up a cute little drabble feating Siwon and Kyuhyun ^_^

Just for you~

To my lovely followers

To inspire some more interactions, how about this:

I’ll take any request, no turning it down, for one whole week, starting NOW.

1) Any SJ pairing
2) Any rating
3) Length will vary
4) One word prompts are allowed, nothing too detailed though.
5) It can be a continuation of an already finished fic, but none that are currently in the works (I.e. Business Deal)

My ask and submit are open, go for it.

You send it and I will write it right then and there!

The Rescue

Pairing: ShiMin

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: You know the drill already.

Summary: Siwon infiltrates a mafia-run warehouse to rescue his lover.

A/N: This was the bonus entry for Week 7

//

Siwon braced himself as he sat on the window sill, his eyes surveying over the men in the room. There weren’t many of them, but they were all highly trained. He took a deep breath and looked down at his gun, cocking it slowly so he didn’t draw attention to himself. When no one looked his way, he dropped down, grunting softly when he landed on his leg oddly.

The noise caused everyone to rush towards where he’d dropped. Siwon was quick to stand, shooting the men in non-vital places before hitting them with the butt of his gun.

By the time he was done in the room, there was an alarm blaring, he was down to two clips of bullets and had already sustained a nasty cut on his side. “Pretty good, actually,” He scoffed sarcastically. He hid behind the door when more men rushed into the room, studying over the unconscious men in the room while Siwon made the slip behind them. He eased into another room, then another, starting to worry about this. There didn’t seem to be many more people around… something was up.

“I’m being lured….” He cursed softly, looking around the room, which looked to be some kind of medical room. “At least I’m lucky with this one…” He stepped lightly in the room, grabbing some things to help with the horrendous bleeding that he’d barely managed to cover up with a ripped sleeve.

He knew he didn’t have time for a very good bandage, but he did relatively well, even managed to stop the bleeding. But it was temporary - it would most likely start again before he got done.

He leaned against one of the cabinets and thought about why exactly he was here. ‘Sungmin…’ He looked up at the ceiling and let out a soft heartbroken sigh.

He knew his lover’s family was crazy - they were part of the mafia, but never did he imagine they would dare kidnap Sungmin himself instead of doing away with Siwon. It was odd that he managed to fall in love with a man who’s family was also the very family he’d been investigating. They had their hands in almost every crime committed in the city and he knew Sungmin had been a helper in at least a few of them, but he couldn’t help falling in love with him.

‘And now I’m here to save him…’ Siwon took a deep breath and exited the room, his body already tired from the fighting he’d done outside at the gate and then from the one room. “I need to stop relying on my gun so much…”

—

He managed to sneak throughout most of the building without many run-ins. Sure there were a few here and there, but the alarm had long been turned off, which didn’t serve to make Siwon feel any better. In fact, he was more terrified - had they done away with Sungmin? Were they holding him just so they could murder him right in front of his eyes?

He lost himself in his thoughts and missed that there was a man behind him, a gun now pressed to the back of his neck.

“Well, well, well… Siwon…” A deep voice spoke, pressing the cold metal closer to his neck. “Didn’t figure you were stupid enough to come by yourself… I guess I didn’t give you enough credit.”

“Where is he?” Siwon demanded.

“Sink to your knees and get rid of that gun now and he may live…”

Siwon obeyed hesitantly. As soon as he sat the gun down, everything went black.

—

He awoke only-God-knows-when later and he was tied to a chair, several men surrounding him, with Sungmin’s father standing directly in front of him, but not facing him. He tilted his head just enough only to gasp at the sight of his beautiful lover now bruised and bloodied from numerous beatings. “Sungmin!” He called, groaning when he felt someone bring a heavy object down onto the back of his head. His vision blurred, but he managed to squint enough to see Sungmin step forward in concern.

“You bastards, let him go… He had nothing to do with it!” Sungmin shouted.

“Then why would you betray the family on your own! You wouldn’t have done it before you met him!” His father shouted back, pressing his gun to Siwon’s forehead, cocking it. “Therefore… it’s his fault.”

“Please, father….” Sungmin got on his knees, pleading with his father. Siwon blinked his foggy vision away, his eyes never leaving Sungmin’s position.

As soon as the man lowered the gun to give a laugh, his smile a sickening twist of malice, Sungmin acted. He grabbed the nearest man’s gun and began shooting. Siwon sat up straighter and struggled, kicking his feet up and forcing the chair back, amazingly kicking the gun out of Sungmin’s father’s hand.

The men in the room didn’t fight back with Sungmin, they fled like the cowards they were, probably to alert higher ups. They didn’t matter anymore, who mattered was Sungmin’s father and he was now laughing even though he had a bullet wound in his shoulder.

“What’s so funny, father…?” Sungmin whispered, his voice dark. Siwon stared at Sungmin, his eyes widening as he recognized that look of hatred in his eyes. “It won’t be funny when I splatter your fucking brains across the floor, will it?”

The man shut up instantly, now realizing how serious his son was. “Now that’s a true Lee…” He whispered, proud of his son for being so demanding. “You could go so far if you just got rid of that damned man and the moralities he’s thrust upon you…”

Sungmin spared a glance at Siwon before chuckling and pressing the gun to his father’s forehead. “That’s something you’ll never understand dad… Love. You never gave it to me…. you trained me to be the perfect little killer, making me go on missions when I wasn’t even old enough to understand the value of a human life….”

“Siwon made me see what humankind can accomplish with love… I don’t need your ‘family values’ or your fucking fake tears - it’s too late for that!” Sungmin screamed when the man began to whimper.

“Sungmin… please…” His father cried, reduced from a smiling lunatic to a whimpering baby. Sungmin scoffed and cocked the gun, smirking as his father closed his eyes. He raised the gun and knocked the hell out of his father, sending him backwards, unconscious. Sungmin tossed the gun away and rushed to Siwon’s side, untying him and checking him over.

“You dummy… I could’ve rescued myself,” Sungmin whispered, caressing Siwon’s dirtied face. He gave Siwon a small smile, leaning into his hand when he touched one of the bruises on his cheeks. “It’ll heal…”

“Let’s get out of here before they come back…” Siwon murmured, slowly standing with Sungmin’s help.

—

Two years and a few thousand miles later, Siwon and Sungmin lived happily in a small city just on the border of New York. They chose to run a small restaurant, both of them gaining immense respect in the town. They laid low when they weren’t at the restaurant, and thing were pleasant.

Sungmin had night terrors of the times he’d killed others, but Siwon was there for him and their life couldn’t have been better - they were going to be married in a weeks’ time. Happy smiles and cheers surrounded them when they announced it.

Tabloid Scandal

Pairing: KiSung

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I do not own SuJu….

Summary: Yesung, a singer, wants to make his debut as an actor. Kibum, an actor, is pissed that Yesung is ‘leeching’ off of him.

A/N: This was Week 7, the final week, of the SJPornathon

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“This is so stupid…” Kibum huffed, plopping down into the cavas chair behind the director. He stared at his onscreen partner, Yesung, annoyed to no end that he was reduced to allowing a singer to leech off his acting. He accepted a bottle of water from one of the staff members, waving her away while his eyes never left the singer who was trying to expand his horizons. He snorted and gulped down half of the water in anger before standing and going back on the set.

The movie they were working on was about two brothers who had to work together to bring back their other siblings before their sickly mother died. It was a drama movie, one of Kibum’s favorites to work on, but it was exhausting having to stop every few minutes because Yesung kept fucking up his lines. They’d been working on this one scene for the entire day when Kibum by himself would’ve finished in just one or two takes.

“Cut!” The director called, snapping Kibum out of his thoughts. “Yesung-sshi, that was a wonderful cut - very good with the tears,” The director smiled proudly and then turned to everyone else. “I think that’s a wrap for today - return to your trailers, we’ll continue early tomorrow morning.” With that, everyone began wrapping things up.

Kibum stood from his seat and sighed heavily, stretching his arms over his head. He turned when he heard his name called only to roll his eyes and turn back around when he found out it was Yesung.

“Yah, Kibum, want to come back to my trailer for drinks?” Yesung offered kindly, smiling at him. Kibum scoffed disbelievingly, placing his hands on his hips before turning to the other.

“Look… we’re not friends, we’re together to do a film - you’re leeching off all my hard work. As soon as this movie is done, we’ll never see each other again, unless it’s at award shows and press conferences, got it? I’ve already told you this several times - stop making me repeat myself.” Kibum raised an eyebrow when Yesung frowned at him, recognizing that the singer was getting aggravated.

“Hey, you know, I didn’t exactly ask to work with you either, yeah? I’ll be more than happy to return to my singing when this whole thing is over with. My manager is the one who suggested it - it’s his fault that I’m even paired with you, so if you want to be pissed off, talk to him,” Yesung scoffed, shoving past Kibum, leaving the actor in shock that he’d finally stood up to him.

—

Kibum was stretched out on the small cot in his trailer, a tabloid magazine in his hands, reading an article about him and Yesung in a couple-like embrace. There was a knock on his door and he stood up, folding the magazine over one of his fingers to keep the place while he walked over to see who it was. He smirked upon opening the door.

“You know you shouldn’t be reading that shit,” Yesung spoke softly, quickly stepping up and closing the door behind him. He eyed the tabloid and chuckled, “Do you think they’ll fall for that fight today?”

Kibum snorted and tossed the magazine to the side, “I doubt it…”

“Maybe it’s time we came out then - you know everyone’s going to eventually put two and two together, especially since you’ve been wearing your ring more lately…” Yesung hummed as he stretched out on Kibum’s cot, a smile on his lips.

“Our careers will be down the drain, you know that right?” Kibum laid down next to him, twining their fingers together.

“There’s always the U.S….” Yesung shifted and straddled Kibum’s hips, lifting his lover’s shirt slowly, “There’s more time for serious stuff later - seeing you pissed made me hot, so do something about it. Now.”

Kibum laughed at Yesung and turned off his light, yanking his fiesty lover down for a kiss. “So saucy,” Kibum cooed teasingly as they began stripping, fingers and lips touching wherever there was bare skin.

“I’ll show you saucy if you don’t hurry and get in me,” Yesung retorted, letting out a soft gasp when Kibum flipped positions with him and kissed him hard on the lips.

“Shut up Yesung and let me fuck you in peace,” Kibum huffed.

They both laughed at each other; moans and sighs of pleasure soon filled the trailer, neither of them giving any thought to someone being awake.

A Day Late

Pairing: No pairing - Heechul-centric with a bit of Ryeowook

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I no own SuJu….

Summary: Heechul’s late for work.

A/N: This was Week 6’s bonus challenge

//

Heechul turns over in bed at the sharp sound of something crashing to the floor. He eyes his cat who looks at him innocently from his spot on his bedside table, his alarm clock now gone. He looks down at his watch and gasps, “Oh fuck - I’m late for work.”

He jumps from bed and scrambles to get his clothes and get a shower and at least a piece of toast to hold him until lunch. When he’s finally done with all of that, he rushes out of the room and down the first set of stairs only to pause. “Oh shit, my keys,” He groans and turns around to run back to his apartment.

He’s glad now that he keeps a spare key hidden in a little pocket of messed up sheet rock right next to his door. He throws the cushions off the sofa, looks in the DVD cabinet and even through his dirty laundry to no avail - his keys are lost to the unknown. “Fuck, shit,” He groans out many more curses before deciding he should just take the bus.

He exits his apartment in a hurry once more, skidding to a stop when he spots one of the other tenant lugging some kind of heavy furniture up the stairs. He groans inwardly and it’s all he can do not to say something to them, but just when he opens his mouth, they’re done and he takes the chance to run down the stairs.

He gets down to the 2nd level and is about to go down the stairs there only to see Ryeowook, the land lord’s 17 year old son coming up the stairs. “Why aren’t you in school?” Heechul has to ask.

“Heechul-sshi - today is Saturday…” Ryeowook hums, frowning at the frantic man.

“S-Saturday…” Heechul whispers and sits down on the stairs.

Saturdays are his days off.

He stand up wordlessly and goes back up each set of stairs to his apartment. He closes the door and procceeds to strip every bit of clothing off as he moves into his bedroom. Once there he collapses onto his bed, his hand falling over the side and grazing something hard and sharp. He looks over the side to find his keys.

“Fuck me.” Heechul groans, turning over and going back to sleep.