[Super Junior] Defining Desire, PG-13, Romance/Humor, KiHae
Completely and totally inspired by Super Junior's song "Success" (KRY + DH), which is ridiculously, unfairly sexy. I actually wanted to write something more pertaining to the movie (though not movieverse necessarily), but I got totally sidetracked when I heard this song. Guh, so fucking hot.
Defining Desire
Super Junior, KiHae, PG-13, 2052 words
Kibum finds that his kink can be a little embarrassing at times.
Defining Desire
by meitachi
Kim Kibum had a kink.
It wasn't anything weird like little girls or feet or dressing up in weird costumes. He hadn't been quite that corrupted by Yesung's more wild side (and hadn't that been traumatizing to discover).
Kibum's kink was fairly normal as kinks went. It was just a little awkward sometimes because the thing that made him horny happened fairly often in rather public places. It had left Kibum with more than his fair share of close calls and one incident in particular that Heechul wasn't going to let him forget any time soon. He sometimes wished it didn't turn him on so much, but then it would happen and he'd be so caught up in the rush of desire that he'd forget to be embarrassed--even if it happened on stage.
Kibum's kink, you see, was Donghae rapping.
Obviously, there were a lot of problems associated with that. One of the biggest and most pressing ones (and, oh, couldn't he make a lot of innuendos with that phrase) was of course the unending performances of Marry U.
"You think you'd have worked up immunity by now or something," Heechul said with something like disapproval.
Kibum groaned pushed his forehead into the palm of his hand, elbow propped up on the table. "Hyung, you're not helping."
"I don't blame you though," Heechul leered. "Our Fishie is terribly sexy when he raps. Think of how good he must be with his tongue."
Kibum glared. "I have. That's the problem."
Heechul shrugged, unrepentent and smirking. He poured Kibum another glass of soju and said, "I still can't believe you haven't worked up immunity. You should just get him to rap to you in private so you get used to it and don't embarrass yourself on stage." He quirked an eyebrow. "Think of all the fun our fans will have if they see the erection you're sporting."
Kibum groaned and took a long swallow of the alcohol. Of all the people who had to catch him jerking off in the bathroom down the hall from the recording studio (okay, not the smartest idea he'd ever had, but he'd been kind of desperate at the time), why did it have to be Heechul? Why couldn't it have been someone more sympathetic, with saner advice? Hankyung would have been a nice alternative.
"I wonder if he can rap with his Mokpo accent," Heechul said speculatively, eyes gleaming. "Do you think that'd be even sexier? We should get him to do it sometime."
Hell, anyone else would have been a nice alternative.
--
"Turn that off!" Kibum shouted, darting across the dorm and into the nearest room. He slammed the door closed behind him, shutting out the sound of the H.I.T. soundtrack. Pressing his back flat against the door, he dug his fingers into the wood and tried to calm his racing blood.
It wasn't that Kibum hadn't heard the song before, hadn't been suspended between agony and ecstasy before while listening to the sharp edge in Donghae's voice as he rapped his part in "Success"--because he had. He'd put the song on repeat on his mp3 player before in the privacy of his own apartment, earphones tucked snugly in his ears and hand tucked guiltily between his legs. He knew what the song did to him.
But it hadn't been accompanied by Donghae before. Not so real and only a few feet away, sprawled all loose-limbed and accessible on the couch wearing a button-up shirt unbuttoned, undershirt riding up to expose a strip of stomach.
Kibum gritted his teeth, swallowing a silent groan. This was entirely too hard. And he was going to kill Kangin for playing that song, whether or not he knew the effect it'd have on Kibum. All this pent up sexual frustration had be released somehow and strangling someone had a nice appeal to it (especially if the other--unavailable--option consisted of shoving Donghae up against a wall and sticking a hand down his pants to jerk him off until his eyes rolled back).
Someone knocked on the door behind Kibum's head and he straightened, trying to will away his erection.
"Kibum-ah?" Leeteuk's voice. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, hyung," Kibum lied.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
There was a beat of silence and then Leeteuk said, "If this is about your problem with, ah, certain types of music, I can just tell the others not to play it when you're around. I'll tell them you're...allergic or something."
Kibum stared at the back of the door with dismay. "How did you find out?"
"Heechul told me..."
Kibum changed his mind. He wasn't going to kill Kangin, he was going to murder Heechul.
--
"You've been acting weird lately," Donghae said, frowning.
"I've been getting really bad headaches," Kibum said, which wasn't a lie, because every time he felt the urge to kill Heechul, it was usually accompanied by a pounding headache of misery. The busy schedule and unending sexual frustration probably didn't help.
Donghae looked upset. "You should've said something," he said. "Here, let me help."
Kibum started in his seat when Donghae leaned over and pressed his fingertips into Kibum's temples. "What're you doing?"
"Massage sometimes helps," Donghae told him seriously. "My mom used to do this for me."
Oh fuck, Kibum thought, hiding a wince as he closed his eyes. Apparently his kink was more than just Donghae rapping now. It also included Donghae sitting inches away, Donghae touching him with a firm, clockwise motion, and Donghae breathing.
--
Kibum got sleepy when he was stressed. The past few weeks had left him feeling extremely stressed (thanks in particular to a certain hyung's very existence and another's hyung irritating tendency to be meddlesome as fuck), meaning that Kibum often ended up drifting off in dressing rooms or in the van.
He awakened in one particular incident to find Donghae climbing across his lap to reach the free seat on his other side.
"Er," said Kibum intelligently. "What are you doing?"
"I feel sick," Donghae announced, one hand gripping Kibum's thigh as he steadied himself in the lurching van and settled himself into his new seat.
"I thought you didn't get carsick."
"I don't. Hyukjae's being disgusting in the backseat with Sungmin-hyung."
Kibum turned his head to look and then wished he hadn't. He rubbed at his eyes, hoping to erase both sleep and the image from his mind. He looked at his thigh instead, where Donghae had left his hand, tan against the dark material of Kibum's jeans.
Kibum swallowed and carefully said nothing. He found an empty bathroom on the thirteenth floor of the building they ended up at and jerked himself off quickly, efficiently, silently. He was washing his hands when Yesung walked in, sent to fetch him. One look at his face told Kibum that he knew, too.
--
They performed Marry U and Kibum thought as hard as he could of ugly, disgusting, erection-shriveling things while still mouthing the words to the song. He managed to get through Donghae's rap without major mishap, hearing Siwon's prerecorded voice with relief as he moved across stage into formation.
Then Donghae grinned at him and playfully groped his chest as they danced, eliciting a surprised laugh and not the expected heat of lust but a warm flush of affection.
And that was when Kim Kibum realized he had more than just a kink.
--
"I like Donghae too," Siwon said with a puzzled smile, reaching out a hand to squeeze Kibum's shoulder companionably.
"I always thought he needed a good fuck or two," Eunhyuk said seriously, as if his relationship with Sungmin had made him the expert of all things romantic or sexual.
"Aw, Kibummie, that's so cute!" laughed Shindong, slapping him on the back.
"Just shove him up against a wall and suck him off until he agrees," Kangin told him. "That's what I did with Leeteuk."
"He still doesn't know?" Heechul shouted, incredulous.
"Good luck, hyung," Kyuhyun said with a smile. "Though I don't think you'll need it."
Kibum looked at him in surprise, not daring to hope.
"What the hell is going on?" Donghae demanded later, looking a frazzled combination of confused, annoyed, and impatient as he confronted Kibum. He scowled and ran a hand through his hair. "Somebody needs to tell me what the hell you're all talking about behind my back, because it's driving me fucking crazy."
Traces of his accent made their way into Donghae's speech when he was irritated, evident especially in his proclivity for cursing. Kibum was slightly disturbed to discover that he found it incredibly sexy. Slightly disturbed but not entirely surprised.
"Hyung," he said at last. "I...have something I need to tell you."
--
Donghae stared at him, animosity fleeing his face and leaving only a blank, incredulous expression. "That's all?"
Kibum almost felt insulted. "What do you mean, 'that's all'?" I just confessed to you, he wanted to say indignantly. Isn't that a pretty big deal? Instead, he schooled his expression into something that wasn't so vulnerable, wasn't so hurt at this blatant disregard and the inevitable rejection.
"I thought you were all talking about kicking me out of the group!" Donghae exclaimed. "Or that you were going to murder me in my sleep or something."
"...what," said Kibum, staring.
"I thought you hated me," Donghae said defensively. He poked Kibum in the arm. "You kept avoiding me and you got angry anytime I sang and you were talking to Heechul-hyung about me all the time."
Kibum wasn't quite sure how he'd envisioned his confession scene, but it had been more along the lines of a romantic drama scene and not so much...this. Real life tended to be a lot stranger.
"But it's all good," Donghae was saying now, cheerfully oblivious to Kibum's mental state. "You just had a crush on me. That's much better than plotting to kill me." He grinned and suddenly Kibum had a wall at his back and no personal space as Donghae pressed up against his front, one hand warm on his hip. "Did I turn you on?"
Kibum blinked. "...eh?"
Donghae's smile turned wicked. His face inched closer. "You heard me," he breathed, lips brushing Kibum's. He stepped forward, one leg sliding between Kibum's, and let his eyes darken.
Kibum swallowed.
Tilting his head to the side, Donghae caught Kibum's jaw with an open mouthed kiss, slicking his tongue along the skin. His fingers skated over Kibum's hips and dipped lower, smoothing down the fabric of Kibum's pants. Kibum could feel Donghae's lips curve against his neck when Kibum gasped, his chest lurching in a stilted breath, his fingers curling uncertainly over Donghae's arms.
"Hyung--"
Donghae hummed, a low sound that vibrated against Kibum's throat. He shuddered, eyes closing, as Donghae followed it with a quick dart of his tongue, hot and wet.
"Hyung," Kibum said forcefully, opening his eyes and pushing Donghae back. "Is this an acceptance?"
For a moment, Donghae only blinked at him, his face flushed and his eyes bright. Then he grinned again and licked his lips. "Kibummie," he laughed, "everyone knows I've wanted you since last year. Why do you think they gave me such a lead role in the movie? It was so I could spend more time with you."
Kibum was speechless.
"So can we make out now?" Donghae wanted to know.
--
"So my rapping doesn't do anything for you?" Shindong joked at a later point in time. "Man, Kibum, I'm hurt."
"Oh please," scoffed Heechul. "If my rapping didn't do it to him, how could yours?"
"Yah! Back off!" snapped Donghae, winding a possessive arm around Kibum's neck and glaring at Heechul and Shindong. Kibum, for his part, only sighed and adopted a severely put-upon expression to hide his embarrassment. Bandmates. Tactless.
Eunhyuk looked at Kibum speculatively. "So what about mine?"
--
Kim Kibum had a kink. It still involved Donghae rapping, but he found that he liked it best now when it was a private show, prefaced with kisses and punctuated with laughter. It never failed to turn him on, which always delighted Donghae, which in turn usually meant another round of kisses and Donghae's hips rocking into Kibum's, which made Kibum plenty happy.
It was a good cycle.
Started: 02.02.08
Finished: 02.03.08
Notes: Apparently I will never be able to write a SuJu fic without a meddlesome Heechul and some mention of Teukie or KangTeuk. (Shut up, my OTPS make me happy!) One day I will give Heechul his own proper romance, hah.
Anyway, I've used up my writing and posting quota for a while. I'm going to go watch the Star King Christmas Special feat. SuJu subbed now, plus take a look at EHB13 raw while bemoaning the fact that it's the last episode and that 12 hasn't been subbed yet. I'm such a self-entitled little fangirl, it's terrible, haha.
P.S. YAY FOR GIANTS WINNING THE SUPER BOWL. It's the only time all year I care about football at all, so I'm excited that the team I supported won. *\o/* Take that, Patriots.
Defining Desire
Super Junior, KiHae, PG-13, 2052 words
Kibum finds that his kink can be a little embarrassing at times.
Defining Desire
by meitachi
Kim Kibum had a kink.
It wasn't anything weird like little girls or feet or dressing up in weird costumes. He hadn't been quite that corrupted by Yesung's more wild side (and hadn't that been traumatizing to discover).
Kibum's kink was fairly normal as kinks went. It was just a little awkward sometimes because the thing that made him horny happened fairly often in rather public places. It had left Kibum with more than his fair share of close calls and one incident in particular that Heechul wasn't going to let him forget any time soon. He sometimes wished it didn't turn him on so much, but then it would happen and he'd be so caught up in the rush of desire that he'd forget to be embarrassed--even if it happened on stage.
Kibum's kink, you see, was Donghae rapping.
Obviously, there were a lot of problems associated with that. One of the biggest and most pressing ones (and, oh, couldn't he make a lot of innuendos with that phrase) was of course the unending performances of Marry U.
"You think you'd have worked up immunity by now or something," Heechul said with something like disapproval.
Kibum groaned pushed his forehead into the palm of his hand, elbow propped up on the table. "Hyung, you're not helping."
"I don't blame you though," Heechul leered. "Our Fishie is terribly sexy when he raps. Think of how good he must be with his tongue."
Kibum glared. "I have. That's the problem."
Heechul shrugged, unrepentent and smirking. He poured Kibum another glass of soju and said, "I still can't believe you haven't worked up immunity. You should just get him to rap to you in private so you get used to it and don't embarrass yourself on stage." He quirked an eyebrow. "Think of all the fun our fans will have if they see the erection you're sporting."
Kibum groaned and took a long swallow of the alcohol. Of all the people who had to catch him jerking off in the bathroom down the hall from the recording studio (okay, not the smartest idea he'd ever had, but he'd been kind of desperate at the time), why did it have to be Heechul? Why couldn't it have been someone more sympathetic, with saner advice? Hankyung would have been a nice alternative.
"I wonder if he can rap with his Mokpo accent," Heechul said speculatively, eyes gleaming. "Do you think that'd be even sexier? We should get him to do it sometime."
Hell, anyone else would have been a nice alternative.
--
"Turn that off!" Kibum shouted, darting across the dorm and into the nearest room. He slammed the door closed behind him, shutting out the sound of the H.I.T. soundtrack. Pressing his back flat against the door, he dug his fingers into the wood and tried to calm his racing blood.
It wasn't that Kibum hadn't heard the song before, hadn't been suspended between agony and ecstasy before while listening to the sharp edge in Donghae's voice as he rapped his part in "Success"--because he had. He'd put the song on repeat on his mp3 player before in the privacy of his own apartment, earphones tucked snugly in his ears and hand tucked guiltily between his legs. He knew what the song did to him.
But it hadn't been accompanied by Donghae before. Not so real and only a few feet away, sprawled all loose-limbed and accessible on the couch wearing a button-up shirt unbuttoned, undershirt riding up to expose a strip of stomach.
Kibum gritted his teeth, swallowing a silent groan. This was entirely too hard. And he was going to kill Kangin for playing that song, whether or not he knew the effect it'd have on Kibum. All this pent up sexual frustration had be released somehow and strangling someone had a nice appeal to it (especially if the other--unavailable--option consisted of shoving Donghae up against a wall and sticking a hand down his pants to jerk him off until his eyes rolled back).
Someone knocked on the door behind Kibum's head and he straightened, trying to will away his erection.
"Kibum-ah?" Leeteuk's voice. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, hyung," Kibum lied.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
There was a beat of silence and then Leeteuk said, "If this is about your problem with, ah, certain types of music, I can just tell the others not to play it when you're around. I'll tell them you're...allergic or something."
Kibum stared at the back of the door with dismay. "How did you find out?"
"Heechul told me..."
Kibum changed his mind. He wasn't going to kill Kangin, he was going to murder Heechul.
--
"You've been acting weird lately," Donghae said, frowning.
"I've been getting really bad headaches," Kibum said, which wasn't a lie, because every time he felt the urge to kill Heechul, it was usually accompanied by a pounding headache of misery. The busy schedule and unending sexual frustration probably didn't help.
Donghae looked upset. "You should've said something," he said. "Here, let me help."
Kibum started in his seat when Donghae leaned over and pressed his fingertips into Kibum's temples. "What're you doing?"
"Massage sometimes helps," Donghae told him seriously. "My mom used to do this for me."
Oh fuck, Kibum thought, hiding a wince as he closed his eyes. Apparently his kink was more than just Donghae rapping now. It also included Donghae sitting inches away, Donghae touching him with a firm, clockwise motion, and Donghae breathing.
--
Kibum got sleepy when he was stressed. The past few weeks had left him feeling extremely stressed (thanks in particular to a certain hyung's very existence and another's hyung irritating tendency to be meddlesome as fuck), meaning that Kibum often ended up drifting off in dressing rooms or in the van.
He awakened in one particular incident to find Donghae climbing across his lap to reach the free seat on his other side.
"Er," said Kibum intelligently. "What are you doing?"
"I feel sick," Donghae announced, one hand gripping Kibum's thigh as he steadied himself in the lurching van and settled himself into his new seat.
"I thought you didn't get carsick."
"I don't. Hyukjae's being disgusting in the backseat with Sungmin-hyung."
Kibum turned his head to look and then wished he hadn't. He rubbed at his eyes, hoping to erase both sleep and the image from his mind. He looked at his thigh instead, where Donghae had left his hand, tan against the dark material of Kibum's jeans.
Kibum swallowed and carefully said nothing. He found an empty bathroom on the thirteenth floor of the building they ended up at and jerked himself off quickly, efficiently, silently. He was washing his hands when Yesung walked in, sent to fetch him. One look at his face told Kibum that he knew, too.
--
They performed Marry U and Kibum thought as hard as he could of ugly, disgusting, erection-shriveling things while still mouthing the words to the song. He managed to get through Donghae's rap without major mishap, hearing Siwon's prerecorded voice with relief as he moved across stage into formation.
Then Donghae grinned at him and playfully groped his chest as they danced, eliciting a surprised laugh and not the expected heat of lust but a warm flush of affection.
And that was when Kim Kibum realized he had more than just a kink.
--
"I like Donghae too," Siwon said with a puzzled smile, reaching out a hand to squeeze Kibum's shoulder companionably.
"I always thought he needed a good fuck or two," Eunhyuk said seriously, as if his relationship with Sungmin had made him the expert of all things romantic or sexual.
"Aw, Kibummie, that's so cute!" laughed Shindong, slapping him on the back.
"Just shove him up against a wall and suck him off until he agrees," Kangin told him. "That's what I did with Leeteuk."
"He still doesn't know?" Heechul shouted, incredulous.
"Good luck, hyung," Kyuhyun said with a smile. "Though I don't think you'll need it."
Kibum looked at him in surprise, not daring to hope.
"What the hell is going on?" Donghae demanded later, looking a frazzled combination of confused, annoyed, and impatient as he confronted Kibum. He scowled and ran a hand through his hair. "Somebody needs to tell me what the hell you're all talking about behind my back, because it's driving me fucking crazy."
Traces of his accent made their way into Donghae's speech when he was irritated, evident especially in his proclivity for cursing. Kibum was slightly disturbed to discover that he found it incredibly sexy. Slightly disturbed but not entirely surprised.
"Hyung," he said at last. "I...have something I need to tell you."
--
Donghae stared at him, animosity fleeing his face and leaving only a blank, incredulous expression. "That's all?"
Kibum almost felt insulted. "What do you mean, 'that's all'?" I just confessed to you, he wanted to say indignantly. Isn't that a pretty big deal? Instead, he schooled his expression into something that wasn't so vulnerable, wasn't so hurt at this blatant disregard and the inevitable rejection.
"I thought you were all talking about kicking me out of the group!" Donghae exclaimed. "Or that you were going to murder me in my sleep or something."
"...what," said Kibum, staring.
"I thought you hated me," Donghae said defensively. He poked Kibum in the arm. "You kept avoiding me and you got angry anytime I sang and you were talking to Heechul-hyung about me all the time."
Kibum wasn't quite sure how he'd envisioned his confession scene, but it had been more along the lines of a romantic drama scene and not so much...this. Real life tended to be a lot stranger.
"But it's all good," Donghae was saying now, cheerfully oblivious to Kibum's mental state. "You just had a crush on me. That's much better than plotting to kill me." He grinned and suddenly Kibum had a wall at his back and no personal space as Donghae pressed up against his front, one hand warm on his hip. "Did I turn you on?"
Kibum blinked. "...eh?"
Donghae's smile turned wicked. His face inched closer. "You heard me," he breathed, lips brushing Kibum's. He stepped forward, one leg sliding between Kibum's, and let his eyes darken.
Kibum swallowed.
Tilting his head to the side, Donghae caught Kibum's jaw with an open mouthed kiss, slicking his tongue along the skin. His fingers skated over Kibum's hips and dipped lower, smoothing down the fabric of Kibum's pants. Kibum could feel Donghae's lips curve against his neck when Kibum gasped, his chest lurching in a stilted breath, his fingers curling uncertainly over Donghae's arms.
"Hyung--"
Donghae hummed, a low sound that vibrated against Kibum's throat. He shuddered, eyes closing, as Donghae followed it with a quick dart of his tongue, hot and wet.
"Hyung," Kibum said forcefully, opening his eyes and pushing Donghae back. "Is this an acceptance?"
For a moment, Donghae only blinked at him, his face flushed and his eyes bright. Then he grinned again and licked his lips. "Kibummie," he laughed, "everyone knows I've wanted you since last year. Why do you think they gave me such a lead role in the movie? It was so I could spend more time with you."
Kibum was speechless.
"So can we make out now?" Donghae wanted to know.
--
"So my rapping doesn't do anything for you?" Shindong joked at a later point in time. "Man, Kibum, I'm hurt."
"Oh please," scoffed Heechul. "If my rapping didn't do it to him, how could yours?"
"Yah! Back off!" snapped Donghae, winding a possessive arm around Kibum's neck and glaring at Heechul and Shindong. Kibum, for his part, only sighed and adopted a severely put-upon expression to hide his embarrassment. Bandmates. Tactless.
Eunhyuk looked at Kibum speculatively. "So what about mine?"
--
Kim Kibum had a kink. It still involved Donghae rapping, but he found that he liked it best now when it was a private show, prefaced with kisses and punctuated with laughter. It never failed to turn him on, which always delighted Donghae, which in turn usually meant another round of kisses and Donghae's hips rocking into Kibum's, which made Kibum plenty happy.
It was a good cycle.
Started: 02.02.08
Finished: 02.03.08
Notes: Apparently I will never be able to write a SuJu fic without a meddlesome Heechul and some mention of Teukie or KangTeuk. (Shut up, my OTPS make me happy!) One day I will give Heechul his own proper romance, hah.
Anyway, I've used up my writing and posting quota for a while. I'm going to go watch the Star King Christmas Special feat. SuJu subbed now, plus take a look at EHB13 raw while bemoaning the fact that it's the last episode and that 12 hasn't been subbed yet. I'm such a self-entitled little fangirl, it's terrible, haha.
P.S. YAY FOR GIANTS WINNING THE SUPER BOWL. It's the only time all year I care about football at all, so I'm excited that the team I supported won. *\o/* Take that, Patriots.