[Super Junior] freakshow (peepshow), NC-17, smut/AU, KiHae
Um. More gratuitous Donghae/girl!Kibum smut. Kind of. Yeah, this is just gonna be a 'verse now, isn't it? My filthy het porn 'verse. :/ I write nothing of substance. (There is backstory, but if it gets written, it will be very sparsely...interspersed with much porn.)
freakshow (peepshow)
Super Junior, girl!Kibum/girl!Kibum, Donghae/girl!Kibum, NC-17, 860 words
AU. Seeing Donghae on TV reminds Kibum of some pleasant memories.
Sequel to some like it hot.
The next time Kibum sees Donghae, she's curled up on her couch in pajama pants and a tank top, a textbook in her lap, and he's on her TV. She's not sure at first what's going on but he's wearing a wifebeater and track pants, brown hair casual and tousled. It takes her a minute to figure out what's happening - a rehearsal clip, she realizes, as the music program cuts away to the darkened stage. The performance starts now.
It's not like she doesn't know who Lee Donghae is; he's too famous by far for her to not know. But Kibum has never really sat down and watched him either, and she is startled to find heat pooling between her legs as she watches him dance.
He moves with liquid grace - smooth, sensual body rolls and undulating hips set to the beat of the music. Kibum bites her lip and shifts as she feels her nipples harden against the fabric of her top. Her eyes follow the way Donghae moves on screen, confident and practiced. She breathes through her nose and fights the urge to cross her legs as the camera zooms in so she can see the sheen of sweat on his throat, golden and damp, framed by the sharp black lines of his collared shirt.
Kibum remembers what his collarbones taste like, what his throat feels like against her lips as he moans and pushes his fingers inside of her. He made her come before he even learned her name.
Kibum has always been a good student - still is a good student, at Seoul University. She has other interests, of course, like romantic dramas and online games and melodramatic historical fiction, but she has never really been a partier. She wears her hair long and straight, tied back with minimal fuss, and her glasses are simple and black-rimmed.
She blames the Incident In The Club on Heechul. Many things can be blamed on Heechul, who knows people, has connections, can pull strings and favors of all sorts. He takes a liking to Kibum because he's in love with her roommate, so he brings her with them to the brand new club in Seoul, high-class and filthy rich, and Kibum feels out of sorts dressed up like she fits in.
She dances out of sheer nerves, because it is easier to lose herself on the crowded dance floor than against a wall, pressed in by strangers and their searching eyes. Kibum ends up with Donghae pressed along the length of her back, his laugh low in her ear as his fingers dance up her thighs, up her sides. Her dress is black and thin and sheer, and his hands are warm sliding underneath the skirt, flirting against her inner thighs.
Kibum swallows hard as she presses her hand between her legs, feeling herself pulse and ache into the touch. The blood rushing in her ears almost drowns out the sound of the music from the TV, but she doesn't need sound to see the flash of Donghae's smile, those even white teeth that once grazed her jaw and teased at her nipples through her dress. Her book slides off her lap and lands on the ground with a thump.
Kibum hazily wonders what she's doing as she slips her hand into her pajama pants, rubbing against her panties. She's soaked, she realizes, and her breath shudders out of her. She's soaking wet from the memories of Donghae, and his clever fingers, and his mouth, and his tongue.
On TV, his tongue peeks out the corner of his mouth as he winks at the camera. He spins his body back into his next dance move and the movement pulls up his shirt for a second. The glimpse of flat white stomach has Kibum sliding her fingers more firmly against herself. She's gasping a little, throat gone dry, and her hair is escaping her ponytail. She doesn't care.
Fuck this, she thinks at last, snapping, and then she moans as her fingers dip underneath the elastic of her panties and rub against her clit. Kibum's eyes close as she leans back into the couch, spreading her legs as she touches herself. She lets the memories of Donghae wash over her, the way his tongue licked between her folds, then thrust into her, filthily suggestive. Her free hand slides over her chest to pluck at her nipples, moaning, frantic as her hips drive into her hand, her fingers slipping slickly against her clit.
Fuckfuckfuck, Kibum thinks, remembering how he kissed her, how she wrapped her hand around his cock and made him come.
Her orgasm spills over her in a sudden, fierce release of tension, pleasure flooding through her as she arches off the couch and groans his name. "Donghae," she catches between her teeth, swallowing it back down when she hears how desperate she sounds.
On screen, someone else is performing.
Kibum lies limp on her couch, hair in disarray, her glasses skewed, and tries to catch her breath.
She's probably never going to see him again, Lee Donghae, but at least he left her with some incredible memories.
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Started/Finished: 2009.10.27
Notes: Everything is to be continued...at what rate, I can't tell you. To what plot point or purpose, I can't tel you that either... AU titled "blackout au" because, yeah, all I'm listening to is Britney's album.
freakshow (peepshow)
Super Junior, girl!Kibum/girl!Kibum, Donghae/girl!Kibum, NC-17, 860 words
AU. Seeing Donghae on TV reminds Kibum of some pleasant memories.
Sequel to some like it hot.
The next time Kibum sees Donghae, she's curled up on her couch in pajama pants and a tank top, a textbook in her lap, and he's on her TV. She's not sure at first what's going on but he's wearing a wifebeater and track pants, brown hair casual and tousled. It takes her a minute to figure out what's happening - a rehearsal clip, she realizes, as the music program cuts away to the darkened stage. The performance starts now.
It's not like she doesn't know who Lee Donghae is; he's too famous by far for her to not know. But Kibum has never really sat down and watched him either, and she is startled to find heat pooling between her legs as she watches him dance.
He moves with liquid grace - smooth, sensual body rolls and undulating hips set to the beat of the music. Kibum bites her lip and shifts as she feels her nipples harden against the fabric of her top. Her eyes follow the way Donghae moves on screen, confident and practiced. She breathes through her nose and fights the urge to cross her legs as the camera zooms in so she can see the sheen of sweat on his throat, golden and damp, framed by the sharp black lines of his collared shirt.
Kibum remembers what his collarbones taste like, what his throat feels like against her lips as he moans and pushes his fingers inside of her. He made her come before he even learned her name.
Kibum has always been a good student - still is a good student, at Seoul University. She has other interests, of course, like romantic dramas and online games and melodramatic historical fiction, but she has never really been a partier. She wears her hair long and straight, tied back with minimal fuss, and her glasses are simple and black-rimmed.
She blames the Incident In The Club on Heechul. Many things can be blamed on Heechul, who knows people, has connections, can pull strings and favors of all sorts. He takes a liking to Kibum because he's in love with her roommate, so he brings her with them to the brand new club in Seoul, high-class and filthy rich, and Kibum feels out of sorts dressed up like she fits in.
She dances out of sheer nerves, because it is easier to lose herself on the crowded dance floor than against a wall, pressed in by strangers and their searching eyes. Kibum ends up with Donghae pressed along the length of her back, his laugh low in her ear as his fingers dance up her thighs, up her sides. Her dress is black and thin and sheer, and his hands are warm sliding underneath the skirt, flirting against her inner thighs.
Kibum swallows hard as she presses her hand between her legs, feeling herself pulse and ache into the touch. The blood rushing in her ears almost drowns out the sound of the music from the TV, but she doesn't need sound to see the flash of Donghae's smile, those even white teeth that once grazed her jaw and teased at her nipples through her dress. Her book slides off her lap and lands on the ground with a thump.
Kibum hazily wonders what she's doing as she slips her hand into her pajama pants, rubbing against her panties. She's soaked, she realizes, and her breath shudders out of her. She's soaking wet from the memories of Donghae, and his clever fingers, and his mouth, and his tongue.
On TV, his tongue peeks out the corner of his mouth as he winks at the camera. He spins his body back into his next dance move and the movement pulls up his shirt for a second. The glimpse of flat white stomach has Kibum sliding her fingers more firmly against herself. She's gasping a little, throat gone dry, and her hair is escaping her ponytail. She doesn't care.
Fuck this, she thinks at last, snapping, and then she moans as her fingers dip underneath the elastic of her panties and rub against her clit. Kibum's eyes close as she leans back into the couch, spreading her legs as she touches herself. She lets the memories of Donghae wash over her, the way his tongue licked between her folds, then thrust into her, filthily suggestive. Her free hand slides over her chest to pluck at her nipples, moaning, frantic as her hips drive into her hand, her fingers slipping slickly against her clit.
Fuckfuckfuck, Kibum thinks, remembering how he kissed her, how she wrapped her hand around his cock and made him come.
Her orgasm spills over her in a sudden, fierce release of tension, pleasure flooding through her as she arches off the couch and groans his name. "Donghae," she catches between her teeth, swallowing it back down when she hears how desperate she sounds.
On screen, someone else is performing.
Kibum lies limp on her couch, hair in disarray, her glasses skewed, and tries to catch her breath.
She's probably never going to see him again, Lee Donghae, but at least he left her with some incredible memories.
--
Started/Finished: 2009.10.27
Notes: Everything is to be continued...at what rate, I can't tell you. To what plot point or purpose, I can't tel you that either... AU titled "blackout au" because, yeah, all I'm listening to is Britney's album.