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Control
Super Junior (KiTeuk. Why yes, I do like this pairing, why do you ask?)
1,238 words. R. Second person. Kibum with mind powers and control issues.
You answer the knock in the door, and find Kibum in the entranceway with shirt unbuttoned and a smirk on his face. He’s slouching, hips thrown off to the side with the force of his lean, and his jeans hang low, unbelted. Not exactly what you’d been expecting when you opened the door.
“Kibum, what -” you start, but he interrupts you, presses his fingers to his lips in a shushing motion, and you can’t help but cut yourself off, although you don’t know why.
“Shut up, Eeteuk,” he says mildly and curls his fingers over yours on the doorknob, pushing the door open further. “What, you’re not going to let me in? Bad manners, leader.” His smirk widens, and you feel the tingle of touch in the back of your mind, like you’re trying to remember something you’ve forgotten, and it whispers to you,
eeteuk, it says, voice sighing, drawing out the syllables, i know you can hear me, eeteuk.
His fingers are warm over yours, skin dry and slightly rough, calloused.
“Oh,” you say, starting, and you wonder where your mind went. “Um. Come in.” You don’t know why you are saying it, why you are letting him in when he look likes this, but you just can’t not.
that’s right, eeteuk, that’s right. just listen to me.
You blink, and his fingers slide around your wrist, pulling it gently off of the doorknob.
“C’mon, leader, lets get you inside,” he says, and his smiles catches you, widening as you stumble slightly, trying to step back. You feel drugged and slow, and you don’t know why, but every time you try to think about, the thoughts slip away like oil between your fingers.
“Kibum, what is going on?” you ask, and he laughs softly, pressing you back with the sound of his voice and his smile. His fingers push against the pulse under your skin.
i’m in your mind, eeteuk, under your skin and in your thoughts and i know what you think when you see me. just listen to me and it will all be alright.
It’s louder. Less like a thought and more like a voice, and you glance up before you can think about it, and he’s smirking again, broad and triumphant.
but don’t think i can’t just take what i want.
You gasp, and you hear his voice, but his lips aren’t moving, and you believe him.
“No,” you say, but his fingers sliding up the inside of your arm make you just want to give in, and the way his bites his lips, trying not to smile, and you shudder, trying not to want him.
gotcha, he says as his fingernails scratch up over your bicep, and he winds his fingers into your hair, pulling slightly. stay right there, just like that, his mind whispers, and he pulls away kicking the door closed with his foot. He toes off his shoes, and you can’t move, not at all.
Kibum, you want to say, don’t do this, don’t, but you’re not even sure if you mean it, and you can’t talk. He brushes his fingers down the side of your face, and he says, “Oh no, Eeteuk, I’m not stopping. I’m getting what I want -” and that’s you, he finishes, fingers sliding down to the side of your neck.
His breath brushes your cheek as he leans over. His lips start at your temple and move down, and oh god, you think, as his lips find the corner of your mouth.
kiss me, he murmurs into your mind, kiss me.
And you do.
Your mouth opens against his, wet and messy, and his teeth find your bottom lip, biting down until it hurts, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
that’s it, beautiful, just like that, he says, and you can’t even make a sound as he tongue licks into your mouth, his hand on the back of your head, pulling your hair and he tilts your head.
You don’t know if you’re kissing him, or if he’s making you do it, and you don’t want to want it, but it feels so good, and you still can’t move.
His mouth slides down your jaw, his fingers pulling your head to the side, exposing more flesh, and he bites down, sucks at the skin where your jaw meets your neck. You find that you can talk now, although all you can seem to do is whimper as he sucks at your neck, biting in, marking you.
“Kibum,” you say, and your voice comes out shaky, thin, and you can feel his smile against your skin. You want to protest, but you know that it doesn’t matter, that there’s no point, so you don’t. He smirks at you, and you know that he knows.
too many clothes on you, leader, i have to say. we’re going to have to do something about that. He steps back with a grin, says, “C’mon, hold up your arms like a good boy,” and you do it, you do it, and he pulls your cotton t-shirt over your head, leaving you standing in your sweatpants. He tilts his head to the side, staring at you, still grinning, grinning, and if you could move, you know that you’d be shivering, shuddering under the weight of his gaze. You have no idea why he’s affecting you so much, you don’t know, except that he’s in your head and all around you and there’s nothing you can do.
But he’s kissing you again, body pressed up close to yours, and you can feel his skin against your chest when he breathes in. He’s warm, his fingers on the back of your neck, his lips soft, his teeth sharp. i want you, he says, and the words reverberate through your head, i want you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
You moan against his mouth as he runs his fingers up the side of your torso, skating off of your ribs, sliding around to your back, and you breathe in, feel his fingers skid against your slightly sweaty skin. His touch makes your breath stall, caught in your chest, and you think he can tell.
c’mon, beautiful, what do you say we find ourselves a bed? he says, and he laughs out loud, fingers hooking back around your wrist as he pulls away, and he tugs you after him. You have no choice but to follow, and your legs feel leaden, heavy, and you stumble every few steps. He just laughs, and when he pushes open the door to your bedroom, you want to close your eyes. You don’t. You can’t do anything as he pushed you down on your back, onto the bed, comforter still arranged just as you’d made it after you woke up.
aren’t you just the prettiest picture?
He laughs, and. And you want him, you do, you want him against you, inside you, helplessly, and you can’t stop it, and you can’t stop him.
You feel his weight settle above you, feel his thighs against your hips, fingers wrapping themselves in the hem of your sweatpants, brushing the skin of your stomach, and you hear his smile in your head, the smirk that lilts to the sides, that says you are mine, whether you want it or not. You close your eyes. You let it happen. There’s nothing else you can do.
Super Junior (KiTeuk. Why yes, I do like this pairing, why do you ask?)
1,238 words. R. Second person. Kibum with mind powers and control issues.
You answer the knock in the door, and find Kibum in the entranceway with shirt unbuttoned and a smirk on his face. He’s slouching, hips thrown off to the side with the force of his lean, and his jeans hang low, unbelted. Not exactly what you’d been expecting when you opened the door.
“Kibum, what -” you start, but he interrupts you, presses his fingers to his lips in a shushing motion, and you can’t help but cut yourself off, although you don’t know why.
“Shut up, Eeteuk,” he says mildly and curls his fingers over yours on the doorknob, pushing the door open further. “What, you’re not going to let me in? Bad manners, leader.” His smirk widens, and you feel the tingle of touch in the back of your mind, like you’re trying to remember something you’ve forgotten, and it whispers to you,
eeteuk, it says, voice sighing, drawing out the syllables, i know you can hear me, eeteuk.
His fingers are warm over yours, skin dry and slightly rough, calloused.
“Oh,” you say, starting, and you wonder where your mind went. “Um. Come in.” You don’t know why you are saying it, why you are letting him in when he look likes this, but you just can’t not.
that’s right, eeteuk, that’s right. just listen to me.
You blink, and his fingers slide around your wrist, pulling it gently off of the doorknob.
“C’mon, leader, lets get you inside,” he says, and his smiles catches you, widening as you stumble slightly, trying to step back. You feel drugged and slow, and you don’t know why, but every time you try to think about, the thoughts slip away like oil between your fingers.
“Kibum, what is going on?” you ask, and he laughs softly, pressing you back with the sound of his voice and his smile. His fingers push against the pulse under your skin.
i’m in your mind, eeteuk, under your skin and in your thoughts and i know what you think when you see me. just listen to me and it will all be alright.
It’s louder. Less like a thought and more like a voice, and you glance up before you can think about it, and he’s smirking again, broad and triumphant.
but don’t think i can’t just take what i want.
You gasp, and you hear his voice, but his lips aren’t moving, and you believe him.
“No,” you say, but his fingers sliding up the inside of your arm make you just want to give in, and the way his bites his lips, trying not to smile, and you shudder, trying not to want him.
gotcha, he says as his fingernails scratch up over your bicep, and he winds his fingers into your hair, pulling slightly. stay right there, just like that, his mind whispers, and he pulls away kicking the door closed with his foot. He toes off his shoes, and you can’t move, not at all.
Kibum, you want to say, don’t do this, don’t, but you’re not even sure if you mean it, and you can’t talk. He brushes his fingers down the side of your face, and he says, “Oh no, Eeteuk, I’m not stopping. I’m getting what I want -” and that’s you, he finishes, fingers sliding down to the side of your neck.
His breath brushes your cheek as he leans over. His lips start at your temple and move down, and oh god, you think, as his lips find the corner of your mouth.
kiss me, he murmurs into your mind, kiss me.
And you do.
Your mouth opens against his, wet and messy, and his teeth find your bottom lip, biting down until it hurts, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
that’s it, beautiful, just like that, he says, and you can’t even make a sound as he tongue licks into your mouth, his hand on the back of your head, pulling your hair and he tilts your head.
You don’t know if you’re kissing him, or if he’s making you do it, and you don’t want to want it, but it feels so good, and you still can’t move.
His mouth slides down your jaw, his fingers pulling your head to the side, exposing more flesh, and he bites down, sucks at the skin where your jaw meets your neck. You find that you can talk now, although all you can seem to do is whimper as he sucks at your neck, biting in, marking you.
“Kibum,” you say, and your voice comes out shaky, thin, and you can feel his smile against your skin. You want to protest, but you know that it doesn’t matter, that there’s no point, so you don’t. He smirks at you, and you know that he knows.
too many clothes on you, leader, i have to say. we’re going to have to do something about that. He steps back with a grin, says, “C’mon, hold up your arms like a good boy,” and you do it, you do it, and he pulls your cotton t-shirt over your head, leaving you standing in your sweatpants. He tilts his head to the side, staring at you, still grinning, grinning, and if you could move, you know that you’d be shivering, shuddering under the weight of his gaze. You have no idea why he’s affecting you so much, you don’t know, except that he’s in your head and all around you and there’s nothing you can do.
But he’s kissing you again, body pressed up close to yours, and you can feel his skin against your chest when he breathes in. He’s warm, his fingers on the back of your neck, his lips soft, his teeth sharp. i want you, he says, and the words reverberate through your head, i want you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
You moan against his mouth as he runs his fingers up the side of your torso, skating off of your ribs, sliding around to your back, and you breathe in, feel his fingers skid against your slightly sweaty skin. His touch makes your breath stall, caught in your chest, and you think he can tell.
c’mon, beautiful, what do you say we find ourselves a bed? he says, and he laughs out loud, fingers hooking back around your wrist as he pulls away, and he tugs you after him. You have no choice but to follow, and your legs feel leaden, heavy, and you stumble every few steps. He just laughs, and when he pushes open the door to your bedroom, you want to close your eyes. You don’t. You can’t do anything as he pushed you down on your back, onto the bed, comforter still arranged just as you’d made it after you woke up.
aren’t you just the prettiest picture?
He laughs, and. And you want him, you do, you want him against you, inside you, helplessly, and you can’t stop it, and you can’t stop him.
You feel his weight settle above you, feel his thighs against your hips, fingers wrapping themselves in the hem of your sweatpants, brushing the skin of your stomach, and you hear his smile in your head, the smirk that lilts to the sides, that says you are mine, whether you want it or not. You close your eyes. You let it happen. There’s nothing else you can do.