[Super Junior] Your Number One, NC-17, Smut, HanChul
For naninande because I love her and she loves HanChul and my whoring at her to write HanChul smoking fic (based off these pictures) somehow ended up with me promising to write her fic... Anna, iluuuu. ♥
Thanks also to suxing for telling me who Hannie was smoking with. :D And for posting this on my behalf.
Still hiatusing, guys.
Your Number One
Super Junior, Hankyung/Heechul, NC-17, 1505 words
Han Geng smokes and Heechul disapproves. But only sometimes.
Your Number One
by meitachi
Everyone knew that Heechul used to smoke. Everyone knew that he no longer did, and in fact advocated strongly against smoking, declaring it disgusting and filthy and the worst thing he'd ever done in typical melodramatic Heechul fashion.
Han Geng smoked, though, and Heechul put up with it, because Han Geng only tended to smoke when he was horny as fuck.
***
"Meng jie," Han Geng said with a grin, flicking the ash from his cigarette. "You shouldn't flirt so blatantly. Don't you have a boyfriend?"
Niu Mengmeng blew a breath of smoke at him. "My boyfriend doesn't care," she said with a slow smile. She leaned forward until her long hair fell over her bare shoulder, swinging. "And Geng bao is so...nice."
The inflection on nice went directly to Han Geng's cock. "Yeah?" he asked, leaning back and looking at her from beneath the brim of his cap. She returned the look, pursing her lips deliberately around her cigarette. He had a feeling this wouldn't be difficult.
"You're shameless, Mengmeng," the girl sitting next to her said with a little laugh.
"Am I?" Mengmeng asked. She moved her knee until it was pressed against Han Geng's under the table.
Han Geng sucked at his cigarette and thought about what she'd look like on top of him, long hair spilling over her bare breasts. He slid his leg along the length of hers, and smirked when she shifted in her seat, her eyes darkening.
Yeah, he could have her any way he wanted tonight.
***
"So did you sleep with her?" Heechul asked casually on the phone a few days later.
"What?" Han Geng returned blearily, because conversations with Heechul at 3am were hard, especially when not fully conscious. He rolled over in bed, bringing a tangle of sheets with him.
"That girl from the photographs."
Shit, Han Geng thought. Someone got photos?
"Nngh," he said, burying his face in the pillow. He needed to be more awake for this conversation.
Heechul didn't sound cross. In fact, he sounded downright amused as he purred, "So, Kyungie. Was she any good?"
Han Geng remembered the pale skin of her thighs, soft and clenching around him, the rake of her nails down his back. He remembered her throat, bared with her head tossed back, gleaming with sweat and trembling with each whimper. He could feel himself grow hard.
"Her hair was longer than yours," he said. It had brushed his chest when she'd straddled him and leaned forward, panting and wanting. Heechul's had never done that, especially now that he'd gotten his hair cut.
Heechul hummed low in his throat, but said nothing, uncharacteristically.
Han Geng knew what he was waiting for. "You're better. Fuck, Heechul, you're always better. But you're not here." He groaned and clenched his eyes shut, rubbing his hips against the bed.
"Tell me about her," Heechul said breathily, and Han Geng shuddered at the naked lust in his voice. "Tell me how you fucked her." He paused. Han Geng took the opportunity to roll onto his back and thrust his hand under his pajama bottoms, wrapping his fingers around himself. "Then I'll tell you how I'd fuck you."
***
When Han Geng arrived back in Korea, Heechul pulled him aside and kissed him against the wall, long and deep. "Miss me?" he purred, arms around Han Geng's neck and grin wide.
"Terribly," Han Geng said. "I always miss having someone beat up on me and mock my accent."
Heechul pinched his arm with a scowl and Han Geng laughed, pulling him close for another kiss.
"China's been good for your wit," Heechul said later, with a satisfied air. He gave Hankyung a lofty glance. "Just remember who you can and can't use it on. Where do you think you'd be without me?"
"With Siwon," Han Geng replied, deadpan. Heechul shrieked in outrage and Han Geng nearly fell over laughing as Heechul pelted him with a slipper.
No one, he determined, was quite like Heechul.
***
No one, he thought even later, clenching his hands in Heechul's hair and biting his lip, gave blowjobs like Heechul.
Heechul's tongue curled around the head of his cock and Han Geng bucked his hips. He felt Heechul chuckle around him and shuddered. "Fuck," he breathed. "Heechul."
Heechul eased his mouth away, dragging ever-so-slowly before he lifted his head to smirk at Han Geng. His eyes glittered and his hair clung to his face, tousled and sweaty. His lips were slick and red and Han Geng had never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Heechul right then.
No one compared to Heechul, in all his brassy glory, smirking lips and sharp wit and ruthless jabs. He made Han Geng laugh like no one else did; scandalized him, teased him. He believed in Han Geng so deeply, so fiercely, that Han Geng was afraid to let him down sometimes. He was so much passion, so much personality, that Han Geng wasn't quite sure what he'd do without him. They joked about it, but Han Geng really owed so much to Heechul. No one made him feel like Heechul, weak and trembling and wanting. Wanting to give the world. Wanting to take the world.
"Heechul," he repeated, voice catching, hands tugging Heechul up the length of his body. Heechul slid up and came to a rest sprawled against his abdomen. Han Geng moaned. "Fuck me. Heechul." His eyes glazed as he Heechul bent his head and licked at a nipple.
"I bet none of the girls in China can do this," Heechul laughed softly, lids dropping to half mast as he slid a finger into Han Geng. He crooked it and Han Geng swore loudly, fisting his hands in the sheets. "I'm irreplaceable," he murmured smugly.
"Ridiculous," Han Geng panted, canting his hips.
"The best."
"Yes," Han Geng agreed as Heechul licked his hip and withdrew his fingers. He shifted his hips restlessly as Heechul rolled on a condom.
"Beg for it, Hannie," Heechul purred, wrapping his fingers around Han Geng's swollen cock.
Han Geng begged.
In China, Han Geng had called all the shots. Now, though, he let himself go, losing himself to the rush of desire. It was okay to be out of control here, ceding to Heechul's every whim and demand, just to see the gleam of his eyes and to feel the hard length of him inch into Han Geng, so carefully.
***
When Heechul woke up, Han Geng was on the balcony of the dorm, dressed in a white wifebeater and loose pajama bottoms that hung low on his hips, drawstrings dangling untied.
"What're you doing?" Heechul asked as he stumbled out of the bedroom.
Han Geng turned to look at him and paused. "Heechul, why are you naked?"
Heechul preened, running a hand down his stomach and skirting dangerously close to his cock. "Why shouldn't I be?" He scowled. "The question should be why you got out of bed instead of waking me up for more wild sex. Asshole," he added.
Han Geng sighed, but he was smiling. "You're insatiable."
"I bet I could outlast all the girls in China." A confident taunt as Heechul leaned against the glass sliding doors, just inside the dorm and out of view. "Kyungie," he complained, and then stopped. His eyes narrowed on the cigarette in Han Geng's hand.
"You're smoking," he said flatly.
Han Geng's answer was only to deliberately bring the cigarette back to his lips and take a long, slow drag. He let the corner of his mouth tilt up.
Heechul regarded him with narrowed eyes.
With only a pane of glass and a sliver of chilly evening air where the door was cracked open separating them, Heechul and Han Geng stared at each other. Han Geng pulled the cigarette away from his mouth and pursed his lips, blowing out a stream of smoke that billowed into the sky.
Heechul touched his fingers to his bare hip. He tilted his head, considering. "Does this mean what I think it does?" he murmured, sounding smug.
"I don't know. What do you think it means?"
Heechul let his hand slide from his hip to flutter along the length of his limp cock. He grinned wickedly. "Why don't you come blow something else, Kyungie?"
Han Geng stubbed out his cigarette on the railing and flicked it away. He took a step towards the balcony doors and grabbed Heechul's hand.
"Maybe I will."
***
Heechul hated the very idea of smoking and he'd never light up another cigarette. He still thought it was a filthy habit, and he still berated Han Geng on occasion to quit. But Heechul never complained about the ashy taste of smoke in Han Geng's mouth.
So maybe he was a bit of a hypocrite, but then Han Geng did that thing with his tongue, or got that look in his eyes, that always preceded some of the best sex of Heechul's life.
When it came down to it, Heechul had his priorities in order.
Started: 2008.10.04
Finished: 2008.10.08
Thanks also to suxing for telling me who Hannie was smoking with. :D And for posting this on my behalf.
Still hiatusing, guys.
Your Number One
Super Junior, Hankyung/Heechul, NC-17, 1505 words
Han Geng smokes and Heechul disapproves. But only sometimes.
Your Number One
by meitachi
Everyone knew that Heechul used to smoke. Everyone knew that he no longer did, and in fact advocated strongly against smoking, declaring it disgusting and filthy and the worst thing he'd ever done in typical melodramatic Heechul fashion.
Han Geng smoked, though, and Heechul put up with it, because Han Geng only tended to smoke when he was horny as fuck.
***
"Meng jie," Han Geng said with a grin, flicking the ash from his cigarette. "You shouldn't flirt so blatantly. Don't you have a boyfriend?"
Niu Mengmeng blew a breath of smoke at him. "My boyfriend doesn't care," she said with a slow smile. She leaned forward until her long hair fell over her bare shoulder, swinging. "And Geng bao is so...nice."
The inflection on nice went directly to Han Geng's cock. "Yeah?" he asked, leaning back and looking at her from beneath the brim of his cap. She returned the look, pursing her lips deliberately around her cigarette. He had a feeling this wouldn't be difficult.
"You're shameless, Mengmeng," the girl sitting next to her said with a little laugh.
"Am I?" Mengmeng asked. She moved her knee until it was pressed against Han Geng's under the table.
Han Geng sucked at his cigarette and thought about what she'd look like on top of him, long hair spilling over her bare breasts. He slid his leg along the length of hers, and smirked when she shifted in her seat, her eyes darkening.
Yeah, he could have her any way he wanted tonight.
***
"So did you sleep with her?" Heechul asked casually on the phone a few days later.
"What?" Han Geng returned blearily, because conversations with Heechul at 3am were hard, especially when not fully conscious. He rolled over in bed, bringing a tangle of sheets with him.
"That girl from the photographs."
Shit, Han Geng thought. Someone got photos?
"Nngh," he said, burying his face in the pillow. He needed to be more awake for this conversation.
Heechul didn't sound cross. In fact, he sounded downright amused as he purred, "So, Kyungie. Was she any good?"
Han Geng remembered the pale skin of her thighs, soft and clenching around him, the rake of her nails down his back. He remembered her throat, bared with her head tossed back, gleaming with sweat and trembling with each whimper. He could feel himself grow hard.
"Her hair was longer than yours," he said. It had brushed his chest when she'd straddled him and leaned forward, panting and wanting. Heechul's had never done that, especially now that he'd gotten his hair cut.
Heechul hummed low in his throat, but said nothing, uncharacteristically.
Han Geng knew what he was waiting for. "You're better. Fuck, Heechul, you're always better. But you're not here." He groaned and clenched his eyes shut, rubbing his hips against the bed.
"Tell me about her," Heechul said breathily, and Han Geng shuddered at the naked lust in his voice. "Tell me how you fucked her." He paused. Han Geng took the opportunity to roll onto his back and thrust his hand under his pajama bottoms, wrapping his fingers around himself. "Then I'll tell you how I'd fuck you."
***
When Han Geng arrived back in Korea, Heechul pulled him aside and kissed him against the wall, long and deep. "Miss me?" he purred, arms around Han Geng's neck and grin wide.
"Terribly," Han Geng said. "I always miss having someone beat up on me and mock my accent."
Heechul pinched his arm with a scowl and Han Geng laughed, pulling him close for another kiss.
"China's been good for your wit," Heechul said later, with a satisfied air. He gave Hankyung a lofty glance. "Just remember who you can and can't use it on. Where do you think you'd be without me?"
"With Siwon," Han Geng replied, deadpan. Heechul shrieked in outrage and Han Geng nearly fell over laughing as Heechul pelted him with a slipper.
No one, he determined, was quite like Heechul.
***
No one, he thought even later, clenching his hands in Heechul's hair and biting his lip, gave blowjobs like Heechul.
Heechul's tongue curled around the head of his cock and Han Geng bucked his hips. He felt Heechul chuckle around him and shuddered. "Fuck," he breathed. "Heechul."
Heechul eased his mouth away, dragging ever-so-slowly before he lifted his head to smirk at Han Geng. His eyes glittered and his hair clung to his face, tousled and sweaty. His lips were slick and red and Han Geng had never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted Heechul right then.
No one compared to Heechul, in all his brassy glory, smirking lips and sharp wit and ruthless jabs. He made Han Geng laugh like no one else did; scandalized him, teased him. He believed in Han Geng so deeply, so fiercely, that Han Geng was afraid to let him down sometimes. He was so much passion, so much personality, that Han Geng wasn't quite sure what he'd do without him. They joked about it, but Han Geng really owed so much to Heechul. No one made him feel like Heechul, weak and trembling and wanting. Wanting to give the world. Wanting to take the world.
"Heechul," he repeated, voice catching, hands tugging Heechul up the length of his body. Heechul slid up and came to a rest sprawled against his abdomen. Han Geng moaned. "Fuck me. Heechul." His eyes glazed as he Heechul bent his head and licked at a nipple.
"I bet none of the girls in China can do this," Heechul laughed softly, lids dropping to half mast as he slid a finger into Han Geng. He crooked it and Han Geng swore loudly, fisting his hands in the sheets. "I'm irreplaceable," he murmured smugly.
"Ridiculous," Han Geng panted, canting his hips.
"The best."
"Yes," Han Geng agreed as Heechul licked his hip and withdrew his fingers. He shifted his hips restlessly as Heechul rolled on a condom.
"Beg for it, Hannie," Heechul purred, wrapping his fingers around Han Geng's swollen cock.
Han Geng begged.
In China, Han Geng had called all the shots. Now, though, he let himself go, losing himself to the rush of desire. It was okay to be out of control here, ceding to Heechul's every whim and demand, just to see the gleam of his eyes and to feel the hard length of him inch into Han Geng, so carefully.
***
When Heechul woke up, Han Geng was on the balcony of the dorm, dressed in a white wifebeater and loose pajama bottoms that hung low on his hips, drawstrings dangling untied.
"What're you doing?" Heechul asked as he stumbled out of the bedroom.
Han Geng turned to look at him and paused. "Heechul, why are you naked?"
Heechul preened, running a hand down his stomach and skirting dangerously close to his cock. "Why shouldn't I be?" He scowled. "The question should be why you got out of bed instead of waking me up for more wild sex. Asshole," he added.
Han Geng sighed, but he was smiling. "You're insatiable."
"I bet I could outlast all the girls in China." A confident taunt as Heechul leaned against the glass sliding doors, just inside the dorm and out of view. "Kyungie," he complained, and then stopped. His eyes narrowed on the cigarette in Han Geng's hand.
"You're smoking," he said flatly.
Han Geng's answer was only to deliberately bring the cigarette back to his lips and take a long, slow drag. He let the corner of his mouth tilt up.
Heechul regarded him with narrowed eyes.
With only a pane of glass and a sliver of chilly evening air where the door was cracked open separating them, Heechul and Han Geng stared at each other. Han Geng pulled the cigarette away from his mouth and pursed his lips, blowing out a stream of smoke that billowed into the sky.
Heechul touched his fingers to his bare hip. He tilted his head, considering. "Does this mean what I think it does?" he murmured, sounding smug.
"I don't know. What do you think it means?"
Heechul let his hand slide from his hip to flutter along the length of his limp cock. He grinned wickedly. "Why don't you come blow something else, Kyungie?"
Han Geng stubbed out his cigarette on the railing and flicked it away. He took a step towards the balcony doors and grabbed Heechul's hand.
"Maybe I will."
***
Heechul hated the very idea of smoking and he'd never light up another cigarette. He still thought it was a filthy habit, and he still berated Han Geng on occasion to quit. But Heechul never complained about the ashy taste of smoke in Han Geng's mouth.
So maybe he was a bit of a hypocrite, but then Han Geng did that thing with his tongue, or got that look in his eyes, that always preceded some of the best sex of Heechul's life.
When it came down to it, Heechul had his priorities in order.
Started: 2008.10.04
Finished: 2008.10.08