Title: Good to be Bad [1/2]
Pairing: MinWook, KiMin, Kangmin
Genre: Romance, Smut, Dark
Rating: R/NC-17 for all 3
Summary: Sometimes, it's good to be bad, it gets you exactly what you want, who you want, where you want them, how you want them. Most importantly, why you want them.
A/N: Can be linked (originally intended to be linked), can be read as stand-alones, but preferably reading them collectively furthers characterization. Orginally intended to consist of 6 separate drabbles, these three can be considered the first parts of the other three. Beginning three sentences and titles are inspired from a Cantonese song "Good to be Bad" by GEM Tang. Comments are very much appreciated. Thank you!


MinWook

You really crave this. You really want me, yet you haven’t even tried playing with me.
Just come over, step over the boundary, break out of your comfort zone.
I'll be there for you, right?

Ryeowook backed up slowly, finding his back against the wall. His eyes, entranced with lust, widened when the figure wedged a knee between his legs, forcing them apart. The whimpers that ensued were feeble, the figure tugging gently on his lips.

“Min-hyu~” His voice faded into the background when Sungmin nibbled gently on his bottom lip, slipping a tongue into his waiting mouth. Slowly, Ryeowook embraced the new sensations, opening up, arms wrapping tightly around the older boy’s neck, hips arching up, desperate for more contact.

A squeak escaped from the eternal magnae’s lips when a hand palmed his erection, fingers delicately folding into layers of warm hair, tugging harder, a not so subtle request for more.

Sungmin licked his lips as Ryeowook skidded down the wall, knees weak from the aftershocks of pleasure. This was the first, but as Ryeowook nestled himself in Sungmin’s chest, sleep already heavily induced into the boys system, it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

“Hyung?” Ryeowook looked up earnestly, hands clasped with Sungmin’s own, a faint blush of pink inked on his cheeks. “You’ll stay with me, right?”

KiMin

Come for a taste, don’t waste your senses.
Come drive me, let’s go have fun.
Press on the gas, keep driving, who cares about what happens.

“Hyung, stop it.” Kibum let out a groan, immediately muffled by two fingers, the strain in his pants becoming unbearably tight.

“Bummie…” The voice amplified in volume, hot breath against Kibum’s ear. The fingers retracted, and Kibum unconsciously found himself following the digits as they went back to the owner.

“Sungmin-hyung, w-what are you doing?” Kibum groaned when the hand unbuckled his belt, ridding the obstacles as Sungmin dove into his boxers, gently teasing the swollen head.

“Keep driving.” The order came smooth and crisp, a simple order. Kibum drew his eyes away from the road and looked down, seeing the back of Sungmin’s head hovering above his hard cock.

“Hyung, please…”

“The calm and quiet Kibum, begging?” The soft, wispy voice danced momentarily inside the car. The same confident voice disappeared, followed by slow, slurping sounds as Kibum gripped the steering wheel harder, vision blinded by a flurry of stars. Magical couldn’t even begin to describe the sensations on his cock when Sungmin blew him in the car.

“Hy-Hyung!!” Kibum gasped, orgasm hitting immediately as Sungmin sank deep onto his cock, latching his lips along the shaft as his tongue swirled endless circles.

Sungmin sat back in his seat, padding the corner of his mouth with his blazer, as Kibum pulled into a parking spot, fingers reaching to press the open that opened the moon roof. The cool night air flowed into the car as the two bodies collided in a frenzied kiss, an act both of parties had been waiting for.

“Kibum-ah, wait…” Sungmin whimpered when the younger possessively bit his bottom lip. “My ph-phone.”

“Hyung, you promised you’d spend the night with me.” Kibum whispered, trying to sound mad but only coming off as a jealous whimper. He sat back down on his seat, hands ruffled deep into his scalp.

Sungmin opened the new text message, the corner of his eye caught Kibum tugging at his own hair, frustrated by the interruption. Kibum looked absolutely adorable.

Sungmin-ah, I miss you… I hope you’re happy visiting your family.
I love you,
Kyu.

Sungmin chuckled before turning off his phone, tossing it to the backseat. The younger perked up, immediately grabbing the collar of his blazer, reuniting their mouths. Sungmin moaned into the kiss, eyes widening in surprise when he felt his arms hit the cool air. Warm fingers lightly padded the exposed skin, flooding reassurance into his body when the two locked eyes.

KangMin

Have your last dance with me in the dying ashes.
You think you’ve doused our passion, until the embers ignite the fire once again.
Keep avoiding me, you know you can’t.

“Min-ah…” Kangin groaned, knees weakening to his dongsaeng’s delicate touches. He gently pushed the younger one away, hands digging deep into his pockets. “S-Stop it.”

“Kangin-ah, don’t leave me.” Sungmin looked up, the candlelight illuminating Sungmin’s wanton expressions. "I don't want to be alone anymore..."

“Min, I told you we—” Kangin’s front teeth sank deep into flesh, uncertainty dripping from the words.

“But, hyung…” Kangin lost, the plea working more magic than Sungmin had intended. The mattress caught the falling body, another pair of limbs placed dangerously close to the resting torso.

Hands sprawled out on the bed, legs dangling helplessly over the edge, his body igniting in a sea of flames; Sungmin let Kangin call the shots, exactly as planned.

“Fuck. Sungmin-ah, hard already?” Kangin threw off the dark red boxers, smirking at the sight.

“I missed you, Youngwoon hyung…” Eyes blinked in succession, fluttering with sincerity and red-hot passion. “Hyung, I need you… please…”

“Sungmin-ah.” Sungmin blushed, appearing to tilt his head to the side in embarrassment. Soft hands curled into the bed sheets, fingertips creasing and puncturing the cotton while the larger man worshipped his body.

Obediently, Sungmin played along, wrapping his legs around the older, head thrown back, moaning uncontrollably. Every reunion, they promised it’d be the last. Hours after parting, he would contact him again, weaving together their next meeting.

“Kangin-ah!” Sungmin reached orgasm much sooner than he had anticipated, evidence thick and sticky all over his body. Every reunion, both parties brought forth surprises.

At the end when Kangin fluttered kisses over his body, cleaning up their release, Sungmin kept wondering what Donghae was doing.