#super junior eunhyuk fanfic

[byunbhyunz]

Lead and Gold 6.

Pairing: Eunhyuk/Reader

Genre: mafia!au, smut and fluff

Warnings: swearing, self-pleasuring

Word count: 3,527

There were a lot of gossips about your superior, Doctor Jung’s secret works, where he invited surgeon residents to his private clinic to help him out. Afterwards, no one talked a word about it. Then, your time came. He took you there too, and you did your best to do exactly what your job was in the hospital: saving people’s lives. You just didn’t know who’s life it was this time.

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You had a short, but eventful shift before Eunhyuk’s promised visit. You only got called in because of a massive accident and they needed all hands on deck. You were knee deep in blood and other body fluids while helping doctors save lives. Your head was in the game, you happily and successfully pushed your frustration aside during work, even earned some praising glances and words from other doctors, including Jung.

But the nerves came back crashing when all was said and done, and you could wash away the dirt and dried fluids from your skin in the changing room. You scrubbed your body, skin turning red from your own harshness. Your thoughts wandered to Eunhyuk and the fantasies from this dawn. You had to will your own hands not to slip to your lower region, since you were out in public.

Still wondering about the mafia boss and the intention of his visit tonight, you put on your change of clothes you kept in your locker. A simple black shirt and jeans with your usual puffy coat against the chilly weather.

Shindong was leaning against the car. He had sunglasses on, so you had no idea where he was looking, but then he nodded at you, acknowledging your arrival.

“Done saving the day?” He asked jokingly, and you could only shrug. You weren’t saving the day, just doing your job. “Not even a snarky remark about how I should shut up? It was that rough, huh?”

“Almost lost a little kid. Barely three years old. The parents came out with scratches. I think they are still kneeling at Jung’s feet, thanking him for saving their kid’s life.”

“They should be. At least I would do the same.”

His answer picked your curiosity.

“You’ve got a kid?”

“No. My sister has. A seven year old little devil. Always looking for mischief. My sister has a soft heart, so he always gets out of trouble with a few begging words and innocent looks.” Shindong chuckled to himself, probably remembering a good memory. “What about you? Planning on getting married? Have a few kids running around your skirt?”

“Have you seen any husband candidates?” you snorted, thinking about your lack of dates lately. With no husband material anywhere on the horizon, marriage and kids were only a dream. “I used to want it. Marriage, a good husband, two or three kids. I wanted it with my first boyfriend, and I know how pathetic that sounds. Then we broke up, and I put those plans on hold.”

“But you still want it.”

Shindong glanced at you as he stopped at a red light. Lately you were getting used to him driving you anywhere you had to go. It was more comfortable and faster than going by bus, and Shindong turned out to be a not so bad company. He recognized your moods from a few words and looks, knew when to talk to you and when to stay silent.

“If I find the right man, then yes. It’s all up to fate, I guess.”

He didn’t reply, only gave you an unreadable look.

As Shindong pulled up to your building, your eyes stilled on the fancy black car with tinted windows parked in front of your apartment building. With it being shiny and new, it looked totally out of place. A bad feeling settled in your stomach. It could be Eunhyuk’s enemies again. As if Shindong read your mind, he said:

“It’s the boss’s car. I’ll wait outside.”

The sun started to set, and you hesitated to get out of the car. You were nervous about what was waiting for you, once you get out and meet with Eunhyuk.

The man himself made that decision for you. He elegantly got out of the fancy car, alone. That was a first. It must have been weird for him to not be followed by Donghae or any bodyguard. He was walking straight to you, opening the door once he got there.

“Donghae already checked the perimeters.” He was talking to Shindong, but his eyes were on you, drinking you up with only a glance. A shiver ran through your body, but your tried to conceal it with fiddling with your bag and keys.

“How nice of you! Breaking in my apartment, looking for an intruder,” you commented.

“So we could have a little chat without interruption.”

It was Shindong, who snorted this time.

“We all know, chatting is the last thing that will happen up there,” the bodyguard muttered, and you decided to not react. Something warm stirred in your stomach as you inhaled sharply.

Eunhyuk just laughed it off. He offered you his hand, helping you out of the car. He even held your hand as he guided you to your building.

“So what is it that you can’t discuss over the phone with me? Are you gonna kill me?”

You pulled your hand away as you got to the stairs, taking the lead while going up.

“I thought about it,” he admitted lowly. It made you stop in your track and Eunhyuk walked right into you, not expecting you to stop. His body leaning into your back was surprisingly warm, and he put his hand on your hip to settle himself. You thought you felt his fingers caress you for a moment, but his hand disappeared as fast as it came.

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me whether you are going to kill me,” you said in a hushed tone, finally aware of your surroundings.

Turning around to face him was a mistake. He was looking up at you with dark eyes, mirroring the same lust you felt.

“Killing is the last thing on my mind right now.”

You tried to leave him behind before you did or said something you couldn’t take back, but he was fast on your heels, following you up the stairs and to your door. Entering your home, you went straight to the kitchen pouring yourself a glass of water and gulping it down.

“Anything to drink?” you asked him nonchalantly, masking your true thoughts.

“Something strong.”

“I only have beer and some leftover wine.”

“Wine will do, then. Thank you.”

Pouring a glass of it, you handed it to him. He was standing in the middle of your living room, looking around like he’s never been there before, while taking slow sips of the wine.

You kept staring at him, waiting for Eunhyuk to say something. Anything, really. But you weren’t the patient kind, not with him.

“So, you came here because?”

“You already guessed half of it. For a while now my plan was to simply kill you. Then I was thinking about paying you off and sending you somewhere far away.” The way he spoke about those possibilities without any hint of an emotion, you became reluctant.

“Did I not do a good job saving your men’s life?”

“No, you did a perfect job. And you proved you can keep your mouth shut even under bad circumstances.”

“Well, that is a way to describe my torturing.”

“And there it is.” He stepped closer to you, taking another sip of his wine. Black eyes unwavering as he held your gaze captive. “You talk back when you shouldn’t. You even dared to send back my gift.”

“And that is why you plan to kill me or pay me off? Because I ran my mouth carelessly and didn’t want to take your money after I got beaten up by your enemies?”

“I told you, killing is off the table. The other half depends.”

“On what?”

You were getting more confused the longer this conversation went on. You finally wanted to know what he wanted from you. If it wasn’t to put you in an early grave and sending you away was optional, then what was it?

“You confuse me, Y/N. You distract me from my business. So I’m here to propose an offer.”

Eunhyuk was standing very close to you now, and you didn’t realize when he took those remaining steps. You could feel his breath on your face, his scent was making you dizzy. You wanted to touch him so bad, touch his tattoos and scars. You wanted him to touch you, caress and make you feel… something.

“What kind of offer? And what do you mean I distract you? We barely met like what? Three or four times?” He chuckled as if you just told him the joke of the decade.

“And still, you can’t tell me you don’t feel this pull between us,” he whispered, leaning forward a little, so his lips were brushing yours. If you would be braver, you would already be tasting the wine on his lips. “My offer is this: give yourself to me tonight. I’ll make it worth for you and I can finally get you out of my system.”

You were scared to break this strange tension in the room, fearing it might disappear, so you just whispered back.

“And after that?”

“We never talk about it.”

“Did you bring condoms with you?” You asked the first thing that popped up in your mind.

“I did. But I’m also clean, if you are on birth control and feeling risky.”

You hummed satisfied with that answer.

“I’m also clean and on birth control. We’ll see then.”

Then you did the only thing you could think of.

Surging forward and kissing him must have been your best decision. You licked the residue of wine from his lips and Eunhyuk groaned into your mouth huskily. His hands found their way to your hips, then your ass, pulling you impossibly close to himself.

He was warm and deliciously hard under your touch. Your fingers got lost in his hair, and you opened your mouth for him. He didn’t hesitate to slid his tongue in. Your head became dizzier, and you were high on the feeling of Eunhyuk. His cock was hard, you could feel it pushing into your belly, making you wetter by the moment.

Lips leaving yours, he started to kiss down your neck, while his hands got busy with your pants. Eunhyuk unclasped the button, pulling the fabric down, his lips trailed down to your covered breasts, too. He helped you step out of your jeans. You were panting heavily as he stared at the wet patch on your panties and sighed, sending shivers through your body.

“You know,” he said as he straightened and picked you up, “I was taught to never eat standing.”

He smirked at you as he laid you on the dining table, taking a seat, so his face was right in front of your pussy.

“Let’s remove that, too.” Eunhyuk pulled on your panties and you lifted yourself to help him get it off faster. “And bon appetite!”

You didn’t have time to react, only to moan, as he grabbed your thigh and dived right into you. He lapped at your pussy like he was a man with a death sentence eating his last supper. And you screamed in satisfaction.

Fingers clenching hard on the edge of the table, curses slipped out of your mouth, when he sucked on your clit, then flicked it a few times before he went back to your folds.

“Fuck, you taste divine, babe!”

The way he moaned and grabbed your thigh harder turned you on even more. You could feel your orgasm building steadily. No man has ever eaten you out like this before.

Eunhyuk stopped for a moment, and you looked down on him. His dark, lustful eyes were on you as he slipped a tattooed finger, then another inside you. You clenched hard around them and he smiled like a little boy, but a lot more sinister. His movement were slow, dragging his fingers out, watching you whimper as he pushed them back in.

“I want to taste your cum on my tongue, babe, so tell me! Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?”

“Yeah, just keep doing that a little faster.”

His words were like magic and just as you imagined them. Eunhyuk’s dirty talk did things to you and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Keeping your gazes locked, he lowered his tongue back on your clit. He did as you asked; pumping his fingers faster in and out of you, he lapped at your folds. Your breathy moans got louder and louder, but you couldn’t care less about your neighbors hearing you. You were so close, you could feel your orgasm on the tip of your tongue.

“I’m… I’m going to cum,” you whispered as your thighs squeezed on reflex, but Eunhyuk’s hard grip pried them open before you could crush his head with them.

The orgasm washed through your body with a hot, white flash, and Eunhyuk stayed true to his words: he vigorously lapped up all your juices until you started whine from being oversensitive.

Coming down from your high, you felt him caressing your thighs, leaving small kisses on your skin. On his way up, he freed you from your shirt and bra, giving his undivided attention to your nipples. While his tongue circled around the right one, you grabbed his hand and brought it up to your lips. You saw your fluids still glistening on his fingers. You brought them to your mouth, licking and closing your lips on his two fingers that were in you a couple minutes earlier. You sucked on them as if it was his cock, making him feel your intentions. That caught Eunhyuk’s attention pretty fast. He crawled up further on you, pulling his fingers from your mouth to kiss you again.

“I want to suck your dick, Eunhyuk.” His name turned into a moan as he pushed his still clothed member to your pussy.

“And I’m too impatient for not continuing this with fucking you senseless, babe.” He groaned and the nickname finally registered in your brain. He kept calling you that ever since he tasted your pussy. You didn’t know why, but it turned your mood sour, even with him humping you towards another orgasm.

“Do you call every girl you fuck ‘babe’?” You asked before you could bite on your tongue.

His moves halted for a second and he looked you in the eyes again. Those dark orbs were unwavering while answering you.

“Usually I don’t call them anything. Barely remembering their faces, not to talk about their faces. I just tell them what to do.”

“Then it’s too bad that I’m working for you and you have to remember my face and name.” Your biting words lost their edge when he picked up with humping his cock.

“Oh, Y/N.” His smile was devilish as he said your name. He licked his lips and thrust harsher into your pussy. You held back on your moan, and that wiped that look off his face. “Looking at our position, you agreed to giving yourself to me for this night, so don’t you fucking hold back your little noises from me. I want to hear them all.”

Another thrust. You whined needily.

“And should I tell you the ways you distracted me this past days? How I wanted to kill you for your little show at The Fortress? How I had to fuck my own hand multiple times to the image of you dancing with another man, and I could still not find satisfaction? Hm? Is this what you want to hear?”

He punctuated each of his sentences with a thrust of his hips. Your moans flew freely in the air now, and you got lost in the feeling of his dick rubbing at the right places.

“Or you want me to tell you all the ways I imagined us fucking? You moaning helplessly under me? Your breasts ringing while you would ride me? My hand around your neck as a pretty necklace as I fuck you, pushed against the wall? Or bending you over your stupid couch while you keep begging for more? And yet, I only ate you out. So, which one do you choose? Because I want to be in your pussy in the next three minutes and this is me being nice by letting you pick.”

During his monologue, he fumbled with his own pants, pushing it down along with his briefs. He was fast to get rid of his black shirt too, before he was all over you again. You sighed, when you felt his bare dick rubbing over your folds. It was warm and heavy, the tip leaking with precum. It mixed with your own sticky wetness. Your pussy clenched around nothing with want, anticipating it eagerly, but Eunhyuk was merciless. Every time his tip was close to entering you, he moved his hips a little, so the angle would change, and his cock was continuing its way to your clit, and back again.

He snaked his hand around your neck, his thumb brushing over your chin, then dipping into your mouth. A shallow breath escaped you as he kissed you again. This kiss was more feverish and animalistic, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance. You were panting, when Eunhyuk retreated, but his lip were still hovering over yours.

“No snarky remarks now? The time is ticking, so pick your choice.”

Two can play this game, you thought through the horny daze.

“I want your hand around my neck as you fuck me on this table. First. Then I want to ride you with the condition that you can’t touch me while I’m on top. I want full control. Then you can bend me over my shitty couch, and fuck me with all your might and frustration. I want you to fuck me so hard, that I will be aching and feeling you inside myself even days later.”

You bit on his lips and looked at him with challenge in your eyes. He seemed to like it, because his hand was back on your neck, his thumb caressing your throat this time. His other hand went lower, grabbed his dick and guided his tip to your entrance. You both groaned at the sensation as his cock slowly sank in you. He was hard beyond imagination with a good girth, and god, he was long. You thought he finally put all of himself into you, but he kept pushing and pushing more inches in you, until you believed you could feel him in your stomach.

He rubbed your walls just at the right places. Steamy noises of Eunhyuk pulling out and pushing in filled the air, and you became a moaning mess. Without notice, you came all over him and he just barely started with you. Before you could feel embarrassed, he tightened his hand around your neck, snapped his hips a little harder. You mewled; you were getting adjusted to his size and it hurt a bit, bit you couldn’t complain.

“Are you that needy, babe? Coming all over my cock after a few thrusts.”

Eunhyuk picked up his pace and changed up his rhythm here and there. For a few moments, he was thrusting in you with shallow movements, then he pulled out completely, leaving only his tip in you. He slammed back hard, then pulled fully out again, just to repeat it again and again.

You kept clenching around him, whimpers and sobs leaving your lips. He kept going faster, moves becoming sloppier as he chased his own high. His hand left your neck, going to the back of your neck to fist a handful of your hair in it. You kissed him, your tongue immediately finding his and he groaned and moaned with you.

Ah, you liked all the noises he made, too. He seemed needy, with his other hand going all over your body. A pinch to your nipple, a few rubs to your clit, a caress over your side and leg. It was almost like he became harder while pumping into you. Your juices covered his dick, making it so easy for him to slip in and out of you. For a second, he pulled out and rubbed his leaking tip over your clit, then he drove right back into you.

“Are you close again, babe?” After how he confined in you with his fantasies and wants, you didn’t mind the nickname. You started to anticipate it. “You keep fluttering around me so bad, I don’t think I can hold myself back any longer.”

“Then don’t,” you whispered. “I’m close, too.”

Just as you said it, Eunhyuk straightened up, grabbed your hips and started to pound you even faster. You came screaming his name, until he swallowed it with a kiss.

You felt his dick pulsate in you, his cum leaking out of you.

“Now, what were you saying about sucking my dick?” Eunhyuk panted into your neck. You could feel his smile on your skin.

“I thought you wanted me to ride you first. Or bend me over the couch. You didn’t seem too eager about the blowjob.”

“I changed my mind. I have to teach you how to shut your mouth.”

[kokobopam]

And we'll all dance along by kokobopam

To his right, barely lit by a ghostly light, he sees human-like figures. [A play in one act]

Hyukjae-centric

Word count: 2,215

Tags: puppets, thriller, inspired by the SS9 Burn The Floor performance

[ineunhaeshead]

Me rendiré cuando las gardenias del corredor se marchiten.

Ese lunes llegó temprano del trabajo. La luz que entrababa por las ventanas pintaba de tonos cálidos su hogar. Eran las cuatro de la tarde y en su mano sostenía una bolsa de tela llena de papas. Lee Hyukjae parecía buscar a alguien en casa mientras analizaba que en realidad “ser el jefe” implicaba, la mayoría del tiempo, llegar antes que todos al trabajo e irte de último. No recordaba con exactitud la última vez que había estado en casa a una hora que no fuera después o durante la cena. 

Se detuvo en medio de la sala y dejó salir un enorme suspiro. En casa no había nadie. Manteniendo la calma, se apresuró a la salida, subió de nuevo a su auto y pisó el acelerador conduciendo cuesta abajo.

Cuando llegó a su destino paseó su vista hasta que por fin, a lo lejos, logró visualizar un cuerpo pequeño y encorvado sentado en una banqueta con algunas palomas que le rodeaban bajo sus pies. Bajó del auto y caminó en su dirección.

—¡Señor Lee Kang Heon!  —el pequeño hombre giró su cabeza lentamente y entrecerró sus ojos bajo las enormes gafas para lograr verlo bien. Le sonrió despreocupado y se hizo a un lado dejándole espacio para sentarse junto a él. —Lo hizo de nuevo, y ni siquiera se tomó la molestia de llamar y avisarme.

—No tengo que pedirte permiso de nada, mocoso, soy un adulto y sé cuidarme solo.  —Hyukjae tomó un puñado de migajas de pan del recipiente que sostenía el otro hombre y las lanzó al suelo.

—¿Nunca ha oído el dicho de que hay un punto en el que el padre se vuelve el hijo y el hijo el padre? Papá, estamos en ese punto ya.

Lee Kang Heon no le contestó, tampoco lo miró de vuelta. Hyukjae lo miró preocupado unos segundos y luego esperó a que su padre terminara el recipiente de migajas. 

En el camino de vuelta a casa Hyukjae se preguntó si la renuencia a aceptar la vejez y la terquedad en general venía inherente luego de los 60 años y todos pasaban por eso o simplemente solo era su padre el que era de esa manera. Finalmente, Hyukjae volvió a hablar.

—Sabes que yo solo me preocupo por ti. Eres lo más importante en mi vida.

—Ese es el problema.  —Hyukjae sostuvo el volante con ambas manos en vez de una sola y se preparó para lo que venía a continuación.  —No debería de ser así. Tienes 36 años y no tienes una pareja siquiera. No puedo dejar este mundo si eso supone que te quedarás solo. Ese es justo el problema, solo me tienes a mí.

—¿Y eso qué tiene que ver con que te fuiste a alimentar palomas y no me avisaste?  —su propio comentario lo hizo reír un poco — Además, ¿Sungmin está pintado o qué? Ha sido mi amigo desde los 15, y aunque quisiese, papá, nunca me dejará en paz, eso te lo aseguro. 

Hyukjae comprendía las preocupaciones de su padre perfectamente, pero a veces tratar de explicar algunas cosas desde su lado de la brecha generacional hasta el lado de su padre lo obligaban a preferir mil veces resolver en tiempo récord un desfalco financiero de la empresa en 1 mes con un protocolo de contención de 3 meses. 

En ese período de tiempo, no solo la empresa se empezaba a caer en pedazos, sino que su vida ya llevaba medio camino de estarse despedazando, porque durante esa crisis financiera, a pesar del enorme estrés y frustración, se dio cuenta que ya había recorrido lo suficiente como para mandar todo a la mierda y arriesgarlo todo por algo que todo su ser cantaba en coro disparates que susurraba su corazón pero que nunca había querido escuchar, así que terminó su relación de 3 años con la mujer más ilógicamente conveniente y perfecta; aprendió, a las malas, el valor de no precisamente mentirle a su padre pero tampoco de decirle toda la verdad. Y ante las amenazas de Kang Heon de lo que le pasaría si no regresaba con aquella mujer, Hyukjae dijo “Este mes ha sido muy caótico, y me di cuenta durante ese tiempo de que lo último que necesito ahora es casarme. Necesito unas vacaciones y tú necesitas agradecerme por salvar tu legado y no haberme matado en el intento, y agradecerle a ese bufete de abogados que son demasiado excelentes en su trabajo”.

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 —Yo solo quiero que seas feliz, lo sabes.

Hyukjae vio a su padre mirarlo consternado desde el otro lado de la mesa mientras masticaba sus papas con queso. Definitivamente las personas vuelven a ser unos niños cuando envejecen, su padre tenía el paladar de un niño de 5 años y se había vuelto un niño muy obstinado también. 

—No sé, papá, tal vez casarme y tener 4 hijos para malcriarlos no sea algo que me haga feliz.

—Bueno, mocoso sarcástico, pues estar solo es algo muy deprimente y desgraciado igual.

Hyukjae vio la terquedad y la determinación que caracterizaba a los Lee brillar a través de los ojos de su padre, entonces suspiró derrotado y dejó de tensar sus hombros.

—Nunca te rendirás con el tema, ¿cierto?

—Me rendiré cuando las gardenias del corredor se marchiten.

Lee Kang Heon cuidaba aquellas flores blancas con más afecto del que recibió Hyukjae en toda su vida; de hecho, esas gardenias estaban más conservadas y saludables que los pasantes de la empresa. Estaba cada día más convencido que su padre vivía sus días para esas gardenias y para hostigar a Hyukjae con el mismo tema. A lo que se refería su padre era que de la única forma en que esas gardenias se marchitaran sería cuando él falte en este plano de la vida, entonces, eso significaba que iba a insistir con el tema hasta su último aliento.

—Te amo, papá, esto que hago o lo que no hago, no lo hago para molestarte y lo sabes muy bien.

Kang Heon le sonrió a su asombroso hijo cálidamente y siguió hurgando el queso en sus papas. Escuchó como Hyukjae contestaba una llamada y se levantaba de su silla mientras empezaba a apresurarse a la salida mientras decía una excusa como “el vigilante vino a dejarme el reloj que dejé en la oficina” o algo así, las excusas que su hijo inventaba comenzaban a ser cada vez menos elaboradas. 

Al escuchar la puerta principal cerrarse, se bajó de la silla y caminó lentamente hacia el dormitorio de invitados, el cual era bodega también, y sacó una caja de madera la cual arrastró hasta la ventana. 

Siendo sincero, su hijo había cumplido y superado sus expectativas toda la vida, y cuando tomaba una decisión que le parecía fuera de lugar, con el tiempo había comprendido que había criado a un gran hombre, inteligente, sincero, paciente, considerado, sensible y seguro de sí mismo, y entonces fue aprendiendo a confiar en él. 

Ya arriba de aquella caja, se asomó por la ventana y con su anciana visión alcanzó a ver el notable y lujoso auto gris frente al edificio. Kang Heon pensó en que quizás no fue el padre perfecto, no fue el más afectivo ni el más comunicativo, pero seguía trabajando en ello incluso a esta avanzada edad, la cuestión era que él quería que Hyukjae comprendiera que no había cosa en el mundo que lo hiciera dejar de amar a su propio hijo y que supiera que podía contar con su padre en lo que fuera. Entonces, ¿por qué era tan difícil hacerle saber eso a su hijo? Bueno porque todavía no se había graduado de la escuela de habilidades en comunicación asertiva y porque a veces hablar de situaciones incómodas son menos incómodas cuando tus hijos son adolescentes que cuando ya son todos unos adultos.

Bajo sus ojos estaba la ciudad vestida de una hermosa noche de primavera y se encontraba su hijo de 36 años corriendo como si tuviera 20 años menos hacia aquel auto que ya estaba acostumbrado a ver, de este se bajó un hombre de cabello y atuendo impecable, el cual también estaba ya acostumbrado a ver. Y antes de regresar a la cocina vio cómo su hijo besaba los labios de aquel hombre. Kang Heon podía ser un anciano entrometido y hasta chismoso a veces, pero también sabía que existían límites y que su hijo merecía privacidad.

Lee Hyukjae, su asombroso hijo, estaba fallando en 2 cosas: En pensar que algo cambiaría en él ante alguna decisión que tomara y en pensar que por tener 79 años era tonto y no se iba a dar cuenta que algo más había pasado durante aquella crisis financiera, crisis de la cual Hyukjae no habla sin mencionar al bufete de abogados financieros, y sabía perfectamente que cuando su hijo se refería a ese bufete, en plural, en realidad se refería a un solo abogado, en singular, el hombre del lujoso auto gris, el hombre que Lee Kang Heon estaba cien por ciento seguro que hacía feliz a su hijo.

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 —¿A qué le sonríes, papá?

Para cuando su hijo regresó, notó que en efecto le habían ido a devolver su reloj, y mientras estuvo ausente había tenido tiempo suficiente para darse cuenta de muchas cosas y de juntar el valor para tomar una decisión y sin más, soltó:

—Estaba pensando que fuese bueno que lo invitaras a cenar. O al menos a subir, porque a veces lo tienes ahí afuera en pleno invierno, eres un mocoso grosero.

                                                      FIN

Ya casi se cumplen 8 meses desde que el papá de Hyukjae dejó este plano. Lo extrañamos mucho don Lee, gracias por ser un gran padre y haber criado a un gran hombre. Espero que también se le escape en la madrugada a San Pedro para comer cosas que no debe, así como se le escapaba a su familia.

[smtown-tourist-juliette]

Juliette Chapter 35 Cover

Ryeowook and Yesung have been dating now for three years. After Day One of their first Super Show 5 concert, Yewook celebrate their anniversary. Before they drift off to sleep, Ryeowook reminisces about the night that he and Yesung got together.

Day Two of their first Super Show 5 concert comes with a sudden bomb drop: Yesung will no longer be allowed to participate in the World Tour because of his enlistment. How can this be?! His enlistment isn’t set to start until May 6th! What could be stopping him from participating in the few concerts that are set to happen before his enlistment start date? How do the other members feel about this sudden hiatus that Yesung is being put on? How will they, and most importantly, Ryeowook, cope with the loss of one of their main vocalists? Yesung must say goodbye and it doesn't come without a little anger and sadness.

Follow Yesung and Ryeowook as they deal with this sudden wrench thrown into Super Junior's concert plans. How will the fans react? Yesung fears being forgotten, but will he be strong enough to go through with his last concert and prove to everyone that he's a person worthy of remembering?

Find out in Juliette's first ever Super Junior centered chapter - Chapter 36, Goodbye for Now. Head on over to asianfanfics to check it out!

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Ships

[jeonghanscheekboness]

On The Road Again

A collection of oneshots from Super Show 9

Rating: T

Enjoy (:

[hyunsvngs]

do u reckon at least some skz members has come across mxm fanfiction??? (i defo feel like at least one of them have) cause ik other idols have for example san from ateez and some other idol (i forgot his name) but like,,, i think abt this occasionally because the same guy that i forgot his name was upset because he kept on being the bottom a lot more than being a top in fanfics😭 LIKE do think han ever feels that way,,,??? i just wanna know howd they react in heavy detail!!!!

also to add onto that (sorry for yapping sm) like imagine it’s completely wrong as well like han is just a really dommy man theres so many whatifs and i need to know for my own sanity lmfao

the other idols that come to mind are yunho and jaejoong from tvxq/jyj! yunho was very happy to find out he always tops in fics LFMJSSNDN and heechul from super junior wrote his own fanfiction abt donghae & eunhyuk too!!!! he’s cooked 🙏

it leads me to believe they all KNOW guys. i said this before but fanfiction has always been a massive part of culture and i’d be gobsmacked if the boys hadn’t read any lol. also DO NOT apologise for yapping i yap 24/7 and i also think what if we’re completely wrong. what if changbin is a hard dom or smth ITS TERRIFYING

[wronqness99]

It’s You!

This scenario was requested by @usernameloaa​​ I hope you like it! 

> About my writing

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warnings: —

Word Count: 1251

Characters: Eunhyuk (Super Junior)/Lee Hyukjae x Fem!Reader

*The image doesn’t belong to me, credits to the owner.*

"I'm going to get some coffee, anyone wanna come?" Kyuhyun questioned retrieving his wallet from his bag when they decided to take a break from practice.

"Yep, I'm going with you," Eunhyuk spoke, jumping up from his sitting position on the ground to get his wallet as well.

The two members walked out of their practice room making their way towards the cafeteria, bumping into their hoobae group Red Velvet on the way.

"Hi Yerim-ah, how are you?" Hyukjae questioned, completely ignoring his own girlfriend's existence. The girl scowled and bowed to Kyuhyun silently before storming off. Yeri called after her bandmate but to no avail, the girl had been hurt by her boyfriend's actions and was getting tired from dealing with such immaturity coming from someone whom she loved and was older than her.

"I'm so sorry, it's been a hard day for us today... We have also been trying on the outfits for the SM Town stage." Yeri giggled nervously. "If you'll excuse me." The younger bowed before hopping her way back to the fitting room.

Kyuhyun looked back at the girl before returning his gaze to his hyung.

"What the hell just happened?" Eunhyuk sighed and turned walking to the SM coffee machine, ignoring Kyuhyun, who followed right behind him.

"We've been arguing." He muttered after a while feeling too bothered and uncomfortable with the situation. The man inserted a coin into the machine and pressed the button for his desired beverage.

"And why is that?" The younger questioned.

"Well, you would understand if you saw the outfits they want them to wear for their stage." The older one stated with an annoyed expression plastered on his face. Kyuhyun chuckled half incredulous.

"You are annoyed because of that? We've been in the industry longer than any other active band in the agency, it's not like you're not aware the artists don't get much of a say when it comes to wardrobe picking."

"Whatever, Y/N has a boyfriend she could at least try to oppose." He muttered through gritted teeth.

"And how do you know she hasn't? Have you at their meetings?" Kyuhyun pointed out making his hyung even more annoyed. Eunhyuk huffed, going back to the practice room without waiting for the maknae.

"Are you serious?" Kyuhyun questioned gobsmacked by the reaction. "Is this what Y/N deals with every day? How old are you Lee Hyukjae-ah?" He screamed at his hyung, laughing as the man rounded the corner and walked faster, getting even more annoyed that his bandmate and friend was siding with his significant other.

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That night he arrived at home exhausted from dance practice. The sight of his girlfriend sitting on the couch of their shared apartment watching a series didn't make him halt for a second when he went to place his belongings on the armchair even to greet her. The man walked straight past her and into the kitchen. The man opened the fridge to get some cold water and was surprised by a lunch box full of jajangmyeon with a yellow sticky note reading 'I love you. Please eat and don't be sick.' - Y/N.

He grabbed the plastic container and stared at it for a couple of seconds before hearing sniffles in the hallway and quick steps making their way up the stairs.

"Fuck" He muttered throwing the container back into the fridge and closing it before running up the stairs and into their room.

When he opened the door he was greeted by Y/N's red and swollen eyes, her arms hugging her knees to her chest.

"How long are we gonna be like this?" The girl questioned, tears running down her face. "Why can't you understand my position when we have the exact same job and go through the exact same things? Because a man showing his abs is alright but if a girl shows a little more skin it's a crime and a sin she'll never be forgiven for?"

"The situation here, Y/N, is that you have a boyfriend."

"Well, you have a girlfriend, too. Whom you aren't respecting if I'm honest. Dammit Hyukjae, have I ever given you reasons not to trust me? Have I ever disrespected you in any kind of way? If I have please enlighten me because it honestly went past me." The girl sniffed, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands and looking back at the male.

"No, that's not it at all. I just don't like MY girlfriend showing skin to others." The girl shook her head in defeat as she heard her boyfriend's words.

"You know what? Forget this, Hyukjae." She stated, laying down on the bed and covering herself up as she curled up in a way to try to comfort herself and forget all the mean things she'd heard from her lover's mouth the past couple of days.

Eunhyuk sighed and went to the wardrobe to grab some pj's to change into. Walking to his side of the bed Hyukjae laid down on the bed next to his lover, he couldn't help but feel saddened that they couldn't solve their problem earlier.

Was he being too stubborn?

The man sighed, inching closer to the girl and hugging her from the back, feeling her sleeping self subconsciously curl herself into his body a little more. He chuckled softly before pressing a kiss to the back of her neck and allowing himself to fall into a deep sleep.

The next day when he awoke, Y/N has already left to get ready for her band's stage which would be the first of the night at SM Town. Hyukjae stretched and rubbed his eyes, finding the courage to get up and get himself ready for the day.

After a refreshing shower and eating some pancakes Y/N had left for him on the kitchen counter, the man left for the venue where he met his members for another round of practice before the real thing happened.

Already in the waiting room backstage being one of the first members to have gotten ready, Hyukjae saw as Y/N and the rest of Red Velvet walked to position themselves for their entree. It was unexpected to the man when his girlfriend stopped in front of him and tiptoed, holding his cheeks roughly and attacking his lips in a kiss.

"Oppa, I want you to understand this very well: Others can look or stare all they want because only you get to touch. It's you, only you, can't you see that?" She questioned, looking him dead in the eyes. Hyukjae melted hearing her words and stole another kiss before hugging her tightly in a silent 'good luck' wish.

"I fucking love you so much, Y/N. I can't wait for us to get home tonight." He whispered in her ear so no one could hear them. The girl laughed and bit his bottom lip slightly before placing one last kiss on his cheek before letting go of him.

"I have to go now, wish me good luck!" She said excitedly.

"Good luck baby and I'm sorry." The man said feeling sad about the way he had behaved and what he'd put her through in those few days. Y/N smiled and shook her head, caressing his cheek and waving goodbye to his members, before running to her members as her boyfriend looked at her proudly standing right where she left him.

"She has you whipped," Ryeowook laughed. Hyukjae smiled.

"She really does and I wouldn't have it any other way."

MASTERLIST

[autiacorart]

drew cover arts for my wonderful friend’s stories

[hyukscalp]

i miss you - eunhyuk

genre: smut

wc: 698 words

“y/n~, im back!” hyukjae exclaimed and opened his arms once he stepped foot into the shared apartment of his and y/n’s. “hyuk oppa!” you screamed and jumped into his arms. “i miss you so much.” he said and embraced you tightly. “its been 4 months since i last saw you, you lost weight.” hyukjae pinched your nose and you stepped back and groaned while rubbing your nose. “i just wanted to look more pretty for you...” you felt dejected and looked down. “i saw all those dancers and their beautiful, hourglass figure, i-i dont think i look good enough for you.” 

hyukjae’s hand sneaked to the back of your head and pushed you towards his lips. the distinct strawberry flavored lip balm that you missed so much, the blood thats rushing through your body made it feel too realistic, unreal that he is back. you longed for his touch, his warmth, his cuddles. hyukjae lifted you off the floor and your legs automatically rested at the side of hips. you tilt your head down which deepen the kiss while hyukjae starts walking towards the bedroom. 

he laid you down softly and gently onto the bed while keeping the eye contact you both were sharing. his hand plunged down into your heat while his free hand embraced your right breast. the sensual feeling made your body shiver, letting out a soft moan. his thumb rubbed your clit in circles while savoring your left breast. 

hyukjae inserted one of fingers into your heat and looked at your erotic face that is doused with pleasure and satisfaction. you could feel your eyes fluttering, trying its best to stay open while enjoying the actions that your boyfriend is performing. you could feel your high reaching with your thighs shaking. “feeling good huh? seems like not only your heart misses me.” hyukjae smirked and pulled out his finger. “its too early for you to cum for me, baby. the show had just started.” 

you undressed yourself while hyukjae stepped out of his boxers and you could see his length standing up proudly, making you gulp while admiring its size. “done checking out the exhibition?” hyukjae winked. “why admire it when it can be inside you within seconds from now?”

he positioned himself within your legs and you could feel his tip at your folds, making you shudder. he inserted his length slowly and you could already feel the stretch, you held the sheets and winced at the feeling. he stayed there for a couple of seconds letting you adjust before thrusting into you slowly. 

his speed increased which made you moan loudly, not caring whether the neighbours could hear it or not. his mouth made its way to your lips, sharing a passionate kiss. your tongue made contact with his, both fighting for dominance which clearly hyukjae claimed victory. 

the familiar feeling that you havent felt in months got to you faster than you expected. craving for the orgasm, your hips rolled against his which made him  crazy. he was also soon reaching his high. he then proceed to leave hickeys on your neck, claiming you as his property once again after months. 

you soon let out a whine, indicating you were about to cum. “cum for me, baby. dont hold yourself back.” hyukjae said while panting. you rode out your orgasm while chanting his name in a trance, which made his orgasm came. “bear with me, baby.” he said as he rode out his orgasm with your oversensitive clit which made you grip the sheets. 

he pulled out of you and went to the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean you up, wiping the substance off your body and his. “you were such a tease today.” you said with eyes shut as he covered the sheets over you and him. “but it felt good right?” hyukjae chuckled. “i’ll make breakfast tomorrow, you better finish the entire plate. i cant bear seeing you worry over your insecurities.” you nodded your head and you felt your eyes slowly closing as you went off to dreamland. hyukjae admired your sleeping state and whispered you a “good night.” before he starts to fall asleep too.

[lonelykamui]

[byunbhyunz]

Lead and Gold 5.

Pairing: Eunhyuk/Reader

Genre: mafia!au, smut and fluff

Warnings: swearing, self-pleasuring

Word count: 3,136

There were a lot of gossips about your superior, Doctor Jung’s secret works, where he invited surgeon residents to his private clinic to help him out. Afterwards, no one talked a word about it. Then, your time came. He took you there too, and you did your best to do exactly what your job was in the hospital: saving people’s lives. You just didn’t know who’s life it was this time.

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Despite your wishes, in the next week you got used to the whole healing mafia members surprisingly well. Your bruises started to heal; purple and blue patches of skin blooming into more greenish and yellow colors, but there was still a long way to go. At least the patients in the hospital stopped giving you weird looks.

You were called in two times already within that week, and was told by Jung to expect some more since Eunhyuk was hunting the men who came after him through you. His men getting injured was not so surprising in that scenario. You helped patching up five of them, fortunately none of their injuries were too serious. Well, if this manhunt will continue for longer than necessary, then it will be worse and things will get really ugly for both sides.

On your way back from grocery shopping, just as you parked your car, the phone started to ring. With an exaggerated sigh, you answered Jung’s call.

“Another one happened. Three men down, one needs immediate surgery, so jump in your fucking car and come!”

You didn’t like one bit the tone of his voice. He was commanding you around, which you never liked in your personal life. In the bedroom you liked to be dominated and bossed around, but beside that you hated it with passion.

Anyway, you swallowed words that instinctively wanted to escape you, and started the car. Jung on the other end let out an appreciative noise, one you rarely heard from anyone.

“I’m on my way,” you added, if the background noises of the car wouldn’t make it obvious enough.

“Make it here in ten. I’ll start the surgery, you’ll join when you get here.”

You hummed in agreement, and stepped on the gas pedal more firmly. You locked out of your mind that you were on your way to save the life of someone from the mafia, as you usually did lately – only focusing on the life-saving part. That was your job, which you did the best.

Your parking was sloppy, as you paid no mind to making it perfect.

Rushing into the private clinic, you only nodded at the guards strolling outside, not really paying any attention to them. You wondered how bad of a fight Eunhyuk’s men got into if one of them needed surgery immediately.

Walking down the hallways, you were more confident now on where to go, and in a few minutes you were already washing in for assisting Jung on the surgery. Eunhyuk was in the room too, with Donghae on his right, giving you inspecting looks as he gazed over your figure. Oh, yeah, he haven’t seen you since your little meeting with his enemies.

Back to focusing on your job. One of Eunhyuk’s man was laying on the operating table. Jung was fishing in his chest with a clip, probably looking for a bullet.

“Heart rate increasing. Breathing normal,” you announced in a tight voice. Finally realizing why he needed the surgery so bad, you started to really take seriously saving his life. The bullet was too freaking close to his heart. Close, as in if Jung would make the wrong move, he would die right on the spot. He was also bleeding a lot due to the circumstances.

“He has another bullet in his leg, not as dangerous as this one. Start working on it while I close this, and keep on monitoring his heart rate.”

Doing as Jung said, you went over to his lower side, keeping one eye on the heart monitor. Picking a clean clip up, you fished for the other bullet, after giving him a local anesthetic shot. Luckily, it wasn’t in too deep, barely in the skin. You pulled it out carefully, while speaking:

“Heart rate back to normal. I took the bullet out, closing it now.”

“Fuck,” you heard Eunhyuk mutter slowly along with a sigh.

After wiping the blood away with a cotton pad, you sewed the wound together, and cleaned it with some antiseptic, then covered in gauze. And could call it a day. Except there was two other men being injured.

“You do Jungsoo, I’ll deal with Baejin.”

To your luck, Jungsoo walked to you just as you wanted to ask which one of them he was. You already knew a couple of Eunhyuk’s men by then, but not all of them. Asking for a name wasn’t a thing you did while patching them up. Only the talkative ones told you their names. Some of them dealt the pain with running their mouth with no end to it, so you sucked up the information as a sponge, since Jung haven’t really told you anything, the less danger you were in. Or maybe it was Eunhyuk who told them it was for the better.

Well, even he couldn’t stop some of his men from spilling a few secrets.

Fortunately, Jungsoo only had scratches from bullets and daggers. They were the easy ones. Only putting antiseptic on them, sewing the deeper ones, then putting gauze on them.

While Jung and you worked on the men, you saw Eunhyuk motion for Donghae, then the bodyguard went to the man on the operating table. Donghae grabbed him by his arm, helping him down, then they slowly left the room. Upon seeing this, Jungsoo and Baejin followed them.

“I want to talk to Y/N when you’re done.” Eunhyuk’s voice was nonchalant. So was Jung’s, when he answered for you.

“You can talk to her right now, too.”

“I meant alone.”

“Of course that’s what you meant.” There was a dangerous undertone in Jung’s voice, which you couldn’t figure out the meaning of. Was he worried to leave you two alone? But why would he?

Still, he left, but only after giving a look to Eunhyuk and saying:

“You are the boss, but remember: I don’t want to find a new assistant again.”

There goes another mystery you feared to deal with, but wanted to know the meaning behind it.

Being alone with Eunhyuk in a room felt wrong and right at the same time. His face was empty from any emotions, but his gaze on your face spoke volumes as he took a step closer to you. He was surveying your bruises or more like what was left of them. The tiny scar on your upper lip, the blueish bruises fading into ugly yellow around your left eye and just under your cheek.

Eunhyuk took another step, now standing right in front of you.

“It’s a pity that it happened to you. I should have known they would find you,” he said.

He took your chin between his fingers, inspecting your face from so close you could feel his warm breath on your skin. You refused to say anything, waiting for what he really wanted to say. At that moment Eunhyuk didn’t seem like some big, scary mafia boss. His hand on your chin was soft, almost careful with big, dark eyes staring straight into yours, searching for something.

With the tension around and between you, it was hard to breath.

His thumb grazed over your lip, the scar on it, barely touching it. His gaze following the path of his finger, he continued:

“How come I feel sorry?”

“Maybe because your enemies beat me? I’m no one to you, yet they thought they can get to you through me.”

“They could have. You only had to tell them everything you know about me, and they would have stopped.”

“I don’t know anything about you. And I hardly believe they would have stopped if I told them just that.”

You felt guilty enjoying his finger’s soft cradling on your skin. Eunhyuk looked into your eyes again. His expression softened with his caressing, and you had to remind yourself that it was the city’s mafia boss who was standing in front of you. From any other man, these actions would come off as flirting or courting, but not with him. Never with him. People like him weren’t nice for nothing, they always wanted something in return. Maybe he just didn’t know yet what he wanted from you. It was unfortunate, that you just started to realize what you would want from him.

You were Jung’s assistant in these shady businesses, and Eunhyuk was Jung’s boss in some kind of way. Dancing with the devil is a dangerous thing, you thought, it might not worth your while or time. Or your life.

“Not knowing anything might have saved your life,” he added after a long while. “And what about your little run in with one of them at the hospital?”

“Jung told you.”

“Shindong, not that it matters. I have to know everything concerning my businesses.”

His fingers left your face, trailing down your neck to your shoulders. You shivered and not because of fear this time. Eunhyuk’s touch was affecting you. Sighing, you lowered your gaze to the ground, basking in the feeling of his skin on yours.

You haven’t been with a man for a while and it was affecting you bad. Maybe you should take a night out and hook up with someone, just to clear your mind. Getting lust out of the way would make everything so much easier. Because you craved him.

“So I am one of your businesses,” you concluded flatly.

“You work for me, so yes, you are. Your safety is my concern, too, like any of my men’s.”

Clicking your tongue, you took a step back. His hand fell back to his body. You saw his fingers twitch for a moment, before he regained his calm.

While you were thinking about escaping the room and his presence, Eunhyuk stepped closer to you again, enclosing his fingers around your wrist and his mouth opened to say something more.

Jung chose that exact moment to barge in, interrupting Eunhyuk before he could say anything. The doc measured the scene with a swift look at your pair, and his face hardened.

“We are finished. Go home and take a rest,” he told you sternly.

Upon that, Eunhyuk finally let go of you, the feeling of his touch still lingering on your skin.

Your mind has been a mess since last night. You felt bothered and needy all night after going home from the clinic. Even after taking a hot shower and pleasuring yourself for an embarrassingly long time.

You blamed it all on yourself. It has been a while since you met someone for romantic reasons, let alone spending a night with them. Maybe that’s why Eunhyuk’s closeness affected you so much.

Your past relationships were a mess. And that was an understatement. You spent most of your teenage years in a committed relationship with a nice boy, but going to different universities ended it soon. During the coming years your relationships only lasted a few month, and you had several hookups between them. You had to take your mind off the stress, and one night stands with bad boys were your solution to that. In reality, enjoying life to the fullest was your only intention.

Work was slow, and it didn’t help that Jung noticed your restlessness. Fortunately, he didn’t make any comment about it, but his sharp eyes picked up every single one of your hesitating moves and the distant look in your eyes when your mind wandered far away from the hospital to a certain tattooed mafia boss. You had to focus hard not to think about him.

Shindong – as always – patiently waited for you in your car, when you were finally free to go home.

“I plan to go out tonight. Will you follow me there too?” You voice had certain bite to it. The man already had his phone in his hand, doing who knows what.

“My orders state to keep you safe everywhere you go.”

“And you expect the enemy to be at a club, seducing then torturing me for information again?”

“You don’t know what they are capable of just to get to Eunhyuk.” He shrugged nonchalantly, but you saw a dark glint in his eyes. His fingers tapped faster on his phone now. “Which club are we going to, by the way?”

“Don’t know yet. Haven’t been in one in a while.”

“I heard ‘The Fortress’ to be a good hookup place, if that’s what you are looking for.”

You chuckled lowly. Did he read your mind or were you that obvious? Could anyone look at you and tell that you wanted to walk home with a stranger tonight?

“The Fortress it is, then.”

Getting ready wasn’t really fun. You were nervous, and Shindong’s constant questions didn’t help at all. He wanted to know everything. Will you take the lucky man home? Or would you go to his place? Should he act as a friend? Should he wait outside of your apartment until you are finished? Will you kick the man out or you’d let them sleep over?

At one point you got so angry, you wondered if you should go out at all. Was it worth it? Having a bodyguard showed its downside big time now. You just wanted him to disappear. You wanted your old life back without the whole mafia thing.

You shook your head, after finishing your makeup. A winged eyeliner was the cure for everything right now. That, a red lipstick and the promise of a well deserved hookup.

Exiting the bathroom, Shindong was on his phone again, talking in a low voice to someone. He took one look at your short red dress, before saying:

“I think even an army couldn’t hold her back from going out.” Then he ended the call.

“Who was it?” You asked hesitantly, something fluttering dangerously in your lower abdomen.

“Eunhyuk. I have to inform him, if you do anything outside of your usual routine.”

“Since when?”

“Since he sent me here the first time.”

“Fuck him,” you muttered, but he still heard you.

“Well, that could be an option. A bad one, but still an option.”

You pondered upon his words, but didn’t reply, simply grabbed your purse and waving for him to get going.

The Fortress was tricky. Its outside looked like a simple old building with bars in front of the windows, but the inside was buzzing with tons of people and music. The air was hot and you were happy you didn’t overdress, because you were already sweating.

Grabbing a drink for yourself and Shindong, you cheered before drinking it, then threw yourself onto the dance floor. Your hips swayed to the rhythm of whatever song was playing, body swiftly brushing to the other dancers’. Constantly scanning the crowd, you were waiting for someone to catch your eye and swing into action.

The only problem was that in every handsome men you were looking for the features of a certain someone. You dismissed anyone who didn’t have black hair or tattoos. Slowly, but surely you were getting tired of your own mind. You didn’t want him. You didn’t want someone who looked like him. You wanted someone who could take your mind off of Eunhyuk for a few hours, no matter how they looked.

Looking around with a newfound resolution, you spotted the bane of your existence.

Eunhyuk sat at the bar, chatting away with Shindong like it was the most natural thing in the world. His dark eyes were on you, following every movement of your body. He looked at you like he was moments away from devouring you right there. You froze on the spot. You could only stare back at him. You forgot about the people around you, barely feeling when someone caressed your hips or back.

You came out to forget about him and the fire he put inside you, and he was here. And you were getting angrier with every second as you put two and two together.

Shindong on his phone earlier texting away, him recommending The Fortress, calling Eunhyuk while you were getting ready. It was his doing. Eunhyuk was a spider weaving his web delicately and you walked right into it. Like a fool.

Hot and bothered, you swing your hand up, flipping him off. He only cocked an eyebrow, a smirk tugging on his lips. It was inviting, alluring. Your own lip parted, curse words crowding on your tongue, never actually getting released. You shook your head and did your best to disappear in the mass of bodies before going home.

And screw Shindong, he can get to your apartment however he wanted.

The moment you got into bed, your phone started to ring. Shindong came home half an hour after you, and never commented about you deserting him at the club. Not even a word about how stupid and dangerous it was on your part.

He was on the couch and you wondered if the ringing bothered him, because you were too tired to answer it. But it could be Jung calling you to get to the clinic, so you had to check the caller anyway. The number wasn’t familiar, so you let it ring out.

Not even a minute later, it buzzed with an incoming message.

[01:27] Ignoring me is not the smartest move. I’ll visit you tonight.

You scoffed at the arrogance. Even without a name, you knew who it was coming from.

[01:34] Just text me what you want to say. There’s no need for you to come here.

[01:36] It’s not something I could say over the phone. Sleep well.

Your fingers slipped inside your pants as you put your phone aside without answering Eunhyuk. The fire inside you flared up again with the promise of meeting him tonight.

You caressed your folds, covering your fingers with the sticky wetness. You fantasized about him wanting you and your body, just like you wanted him. Because you wanted him, you had to admit that to yourself. A shaky moan escaped your lips as you wondered what kind of lover he would be.

In your mind it was his tattooed fingers moving in and out of you. He would be enthralled by your wetness and your little sighs, an amused smirk playing on his lips. His thumb would be on your clit, fingers scissoring to coax more of those moans out of you, constantly looking for your sweet spot. And when he would find it, he would be ruthless.

Your movements followed your fantasies, getting you closer and closer to the edge.

Desperate for an orgasm, you massaged your clit faster. You felt it building up. You imagined him caressing your breasts, almost heard him whispering in your ear what a good girl you were for him.

After silencing your final moans in your pillow, you fell asleep with more fantasies of him.

[promisesox]

Eunhyuk scenario please about his long term gf waiting for him to propose seeing another member proposing to their significant other even though they’ve been dating for not as long as them (sorry about my broken language hehe)

❅ pairing - reader x eunhyuk

❅ rated - pg-13 | SFW

❅ genre - gf!au | angst | fluff

❅ word count - 594

A bitter, stinging feeling sat in the back of your throat as you forced the longing smile to stay on your face. You clapped your hands in unison with the applause that ringed out in the flower garden, all members of Super Junior in on the surprise of Sungmin proposing to his girlfriend. Her expression was priceless; her agape mouth unmoving as tears streamed down wide, astonished eyes and hands shaking at her sides. Sungmin could only laugh but you didn’t miss the tremor in his hands as he held up the small burgundy velvet box that held a precious diamond ring waiting for his girlfriend to take.

You had heard of this news prior to your own boyfriend who wasn’t good at keeping surprises to himself. Eunhyuk spilled the tea to you on a weekend movie night on your couch cuddling together as the sappy lines in the movie played on the TV screen. He told you of Sungmin’s plans to marry his girlfriend of two years giddily into your ear, reminiscing on how the members had teased him profusely of being the first to get married in the group. You could only remember bits and pieces of this plan, for you stopped listening at the news of Sungmin proposing. You met Sungmin’s girlfriend plenty of times and witnessed for yourself how head over heels they were for each other. They were perfect for each other, and you wished them happiness for the love they shared with one other. You forced yourself to think these thoughts, hoping to drown out the single thought that brought a heavy lump to your throat.

Why didn’t Eunhyuk propose to you?

You convinced yourself it was childish and selfish for you to think this way. It was terrible of you to only think of yourself in the news of someone else’s happiness. Nonetheless, it weighed heavy on your mind, weighing out all the reasons why Eunhyuk wouldn’t marry you. You had been together for almost five years and though you two were prone to getting into silly fights they didn’t compare to the promises you shared to always be together. You started to believe maybe he was just comfortable, staying in this lifestyle with you until he was ready to search for something new. Maybe, you weren’t as good as you thought you were for him.

Warm wetness streamed down your cheeks, shaking on a breath as you wiped at your eyes. You were truly happy for the couple as they embraced each other when the newly fiancée managed to sputter a ‘yes’, accepting the ring that slipped onto her ring finger perfectly. You congratulated them as she showed off her diamond ring happily, Shindong and Donghae jokingly mimicking a magnifying glass at her finger.

A familiar arm slumped around your shoulder and you instinctively leaned into the warmth of Eunhyuk’s side. He rubbed your shoulder tenderly, placing a sweet kiss against the temple of your head as you swallowed down the lump in your throat. You longed for this moment for yourself, wishing desperately that it was Eunhyuk on one knee in front of you, professing his unwavering love that he hoped you would accept.

Eunhyuk wasn’t always great with his timing, and wasn't always the best at reading your emotions, but his feelings always managed to reach you when he needed them to. Just as he watched his bandmate kiss the love of his life, Eunhyuk kissed you once more against your cheek, clutching the small velvet box in his pocket tightly in his grasp.

[elf-bot]

not an issue - eunhyuk

genre: fluff 

wc: 462

request: hi lovely! please can write something about eunhyuk dating a girl twelve years youngers? something in the early stages of the relationship. thank you:) have a great day!

You waited for Eunhyuk on the first floor of the building as you had a date together that night. You were a little nervous, playing with your fingers and touching your hair to be sure you looked good.

When he arrived you expected to see him alone and instead he came with some of his members. Apparently they finished work at the same time, you vaguely remembered they were preparing a new show. Eunhyuk approached you with a hug.

“Sorry if I made you wait a little,” he said with a smile.

“It’s fine, I just got here,” you reassured with a nervous chuckle. “And they are...?”

Eunhyuk grabbed your hand to introduce you to his members.

“Oh, the’'re Leeteuk and Kyuhyun. Everyone, this is Y/n, we’re dating,” Eunhyuk said proudly.

“It's nice to finally meet you” Leeteuk bowed respectfully.

“He never stops talking about you, he always have something to say about you,” Kyuhyun joked. “How much time did you say you have together?”

“Hey, stop!”

Eunhyuk blushed tremendously. You turned your gaze to your feet.

“I hope he says only good things.”

“He does, really. Don't pay attention to this little devil,” Leeteuk reassured to make you comfortable.

“Thank you, hyung,” Eunhyuk whispered. “I think we need to go now...”

“Yeah. Me too,” you agreed.

They said goodbye and you walked to his car to get to your destination.

“So, how it’s everything going?” you asked.

“Good, we’re recording something new. I told you that, right?”

“You did,” you smiled. “I’m happy about it, but you don’t tell me any details!”

Eunhyuk took your hand, keeping the other on the wheel of the car.

“It’s a surprise. And I can’t say it... yet.”

“Then tell me why you took your friends to meet me today,” you crossed your arms on your chest.

“Well we just finished at the same time.”

“It felt like meeting your parents... For a moment.”

Eunhyuk stared for a moment with wide eyes.

“Why is that?”

“I bet they care a lot about who you’re dating,” you smirked. “And I might know they are curious so...”

Your boyfriend chuckled.

“So?”

“I am younger than you, and people talk,” you sighed.

“That’s not an issue,” he took your hand again placing it on your knee as you arched your brow. “I really mean it. This is about us, not other people and I’m happy with you.”

Your cheeks heated up a little. Your heart fluttering at his words and you leaned to kiss his cheek leaving some lipstick on his blushed skin.

“I am also very happy with you, even if we just started a couple of months ago” you smiled. “So next time if your members come with you just send a text so I can be ready.”

[kimkai-jeongnini]

Meeting Hyukjae

On new years eve you decided to go out with your friends to play disco pengpeng (famouse Korean ride)u sat together with your friends then a guy caught your eye with his anchovey looks and u thought of eunhyuk from suju so as much as u love hyukjae your phone case has him on it and the guy across from u saw it blushed and giggled. You had fun with your friends on the ride and your phone accidently sliped across the ride *he grabs it and tries to walk to u while wobbling and your heart was racing miles then he gave it to u and he smiled at u and u were so happy * "omg it's Lee hyukjae OPPA!!! " *he giggled and happy that a young 20 year old knows a old group SJ *u asked * "oppa can u sit next to me pls 🥺 " he nods and sit with u and you told him albums you baught and merch but u stopped shortly since its his personal time

U giggle nervously and said "mi an hae " while u scarch your head *he Shook his head no why? "Nothing it's your personal time anyways " *he pats your head smileing at u and you were so happy the man of your dreams just touched u * the ride finished you took a picture to post later when u go back to the hotel.

Daebak I just met super juniors eunhyuk u start fangirling inside

[smtown-tourist-juliette]

Juliette Character Profiles: Super Junior