Forelsket

Jan 01, 2013 21:24

Title: Forelsket
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: HanChul (i think i have a disease where i'm unable to write anything that isn't HanChul)
Genre: Smut, Romance, Fluff, One-shot, underage!Heechul, AU
Word Count: 2,511
Synopsis: Hankyung is a college student and Heechul's in high school only pretending to know what he's doing, but it's working out pretty well. 
A/N: When I finished this, I was so surprised at myself that I had written this much smut in one story. This is the smuttiest fic I've ever written, wow. Didn't know I had it in me. 
Anyway, the title 'Forelsket' is a Norwegian word, and it's a word for the happy feeling you get when you're first falling in love. Hope you enjoy!
(This is the fluff I owed you all, and I threw in lots of sex. How lucky are you guys?)

It started at a party thrown by a friend of a friend who just happened to be in college. Heechul didn’t think he’d know anyone there, so he threw on his best outfit and put on a little eye makeup. That might at least help him get chatted up.

He figured his plan was working really well, considering he was making out with a really hot college guy in an empty bedroom.

Heechul tried to remember the guy’s name that must’ve come up in their brief conversation an hour ago at some point, but to no avail. He didn’t really care, honestly, because dear god he was an amazing kisser.

The guy pulled away briefly, hands still on the back of Heechul’s neck.

“How old are you?” he asked, slightly breathless.

Heechul thought about what he would say. He was obviously much younger than him, because he was only in high school, but he settled for, “How old do you need me to be?”

“At least eighteen.”

Heechul shrugged. “Close enough.” Besides, he was only a year under the requirement. He pushed their lips back together, his tongue wasting no time delving in the other’s mouth. He must’ve been doing something right, because it resulted in the other man moaning and pushing him against the wall, no space between their bodies. Soon, it was Heechul’s turn to moan shamelessly as the guy rolled their hips together. He was too horny to even care that he was being really easy.

“I want your number,” he murmured, breath hot against Heechul’s neck. “I definitely don’t want this to be the only time I see you.”

Heechul couldn’t agree more. He glanced over to the bedside table in whoever’s room they were in, and spotted a permanent marker. He pulled away (and it pained him to do so) to quickly grab the marker and hand it to the guy, who wrote his number on Heechul’s arm in large black numbers. He threw the marker aside as he lifted Heechul’s arm and traced over each number with his tongue, kissing up his arm.

He was so glad he came to this party.

--

“You’re seventeen?” Hankyung gasped. “Oh, god, i’m such a pedophile.”

Heechul did in fact call him, and they got all of each other’s information straight. His name was Hankyung, and he was twenty one, majoring in business and finance. He lived on campus with a roommate he described as “really formal and religious but pretty cool once you get to know him.” Heechul told him about himself as well, except for, you know, that whole inconvenient underaged thing.

They had met up at a local cafe, and that’s when Heechul decided he should probably come clean. He started to rethink that, however, because Hankyung looked like he was about to have a stroke.

“Calm down,” Heechul said. “I’m almost legal, and besides, you know i’m obviously not a child.” He smirked at him.

“It just feels weird,” Hankyung said.

Heechul tutted at him. “That’s not what you were thinking the other night.”

Hankyung chuckled. “You’re really something else, Kim Heechul.”

“I try,” he grinned behind the rim of his coffee cup.

The more that Heechul looked at him, the more he realized that Hankyung was ridiculously attractive. He wondered why he didn’t notice this the moment they met, but maybe it was because the dim lights at the party didn’t do anyone justice.

Hankyung was actually pretty funny, too. They sat in that cafe and chatted for awhile, anywhere from their studies to funny stories about their families and friends. He had a winning smile, and looked like one of the boys you’d bring back home to meet your mother. Except, you know, Heechul would never let his parents meet a boy he brought home because they weren’t exactly aware of his sexual orientation.

By the time they both decided it was time to leave, Heechul had a good feeling about Hankyung. They agreed to meet up again that coming weekend.

--

Heechul’s parents both worked nine to five in an office job, and school let out at two o'clock, so by the time he walked home at two fifteen he had at least two and a half hours to do whatever he pleased.

That’s why he was on his bed with Hankyung, straddling his hips and kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

“God,” Hankyung groaned as Heechul bit down lightly on his neck, not enough to cause real pain but enough to leave a mark that Heechul would admire for the next day or so. Hankyung retaliated by firmly rubbing Heechul’s crotch over his jeans, making him gasp against Hankyung’s lips.

Hankyung smirked at him, knowing he’d at last gotten the upper hand, and flipped them over so he was on top of Heechul, hand still rubbing him torturously slow. Heechul bit his lip and screwed his eyes shut trying not to succumb to Hankyung’s teasing, but he just couldn’t do it.

“Please, Hankyung,” he gasped, pushing his hips up into the touch. He wasn’t going fast enough, and Heechul needed some form of relief now.

“Impatient, are we?” Hankyung said, pulling Heechul’s shirt over his shoulders and kissing down his torso, stopping just above his waist as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans.

“Didn’t know you were such a tease,” Heechul said, watching as Hankyung removed his jeans completely. “Thought you would get right to the -- Jesus, Hankyung.” He couldn’t summon the brain power to form coherent words, because Hankyung was mouthing at his cock over the fabric of his underwear.

Heechul fisted the bed sheets and Hankyung finally took off his underwear, running his tongue over his erection, up and down, until Heechul was making sounds with each stroke of his tongue.

He felt a tightness in his stomach, and his legs tensed as Hankyung took him in his mouth. He was already so close, but it was too soon.

Despite trying to control it, he came after a few hard sucks. He shut his eyes as he got over that amazing orgasm, pulling Hankyung by the hair up to kiss him. That’s when he noticed Hankyung was really hard, and he should probably fix that.

He wasn't planning on making him wait as he dragged his jeans off his hips and threw them off the bed, hand going under the waistband of his boxers. Hankyung moaned as long nimble fingers wrapped around him, stroking him quickly. It wasn’t long before Hankyung came in his hand. Heechul brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked his cum off his fingers, Hankyung staring at him with wide eyes, probably a mixture of surprise and downright lust.

Both spent, they collapsed on the bed, Hankyung’s arms around Heechul’s torso, nose nuzzling into his neck. Everything was pretty much perfect -- until he glanced at the clock on the wall.

“Fuck,” he said loudly, the hands reading four thirty. To Hankyung’s dismay, he slipped out of his hold and threw his jeans back on. “My parent’s will be home in a half hour, and I need to get cleaned up and you need to leave.”

“So romantic,” Hankyung sarcastically gushed.
“Oh, you know I like you,” Heechul said, grabbing him by the chin and pulling him in for one last kiss. “I never thought i’d tell a man this, but get your clothes on.”

By the time five o'clock came around, Heechul was showered, his bed was made, and no one suspected a thing.

--

Although Heechul played an incredible facade of sexual experience, Hankyung was only his second boyfriend. He briefly went out with a boy named Kibum, but he moved to America and Heechul wasn’t into long distance. All he and Kibum had ever done was kiss, so really, he had no experience to fall back on with anything else  and was just winging it. It was only a bonus that he seemed to be naturally good at it.

He and Hankyung had basically done everything already except for actually having sex, and that was what concerned Heechul just a little bit. Hankyung seemed to be anything but a virgin, and Heechul was absolutely clueless about sex. Handjobs and blowjobs were one thing, but this was something else entirely. He didn’t want to seem too young and naive.

It kept him distracted enough at school for his teacher to hit his desk with a ruler. "Wake up, Kim, this isn't nap time."

When the bell finally rang, he mentally did a happy dance, and then when no one was looking, actually did a happy dance as he walked towards the exit and -- what the fuck, Hankyung was in his car waiting for him.

"What are you doing," he said flatly as he approached Hankyung's car. "Why are you at my school?"

He shrugged. He had sunglasses on and looked really cool, and for a minute Heechul kind of wanted to show him off like a trophy boyfriend, but decided against it. Even he wasn’t that obnoxious.

"Felt like picking you up," he said simply. "Thought it would be the chivalrous thing to do."

"And they say chivalry is dead," Heechul chuckled as he got into the front seat, slamming the door shut behind him. Hankyung gave him a quick kiss on the lips as he entered.

He saw some of the other students he knew eyeing him in what seemed to be confusion, and for some of the girls, jealousy, but he didn't care. Let them be jealous of his hot older boyfriend.

As Hankyung was driving, he kept catching him staring at him out of the corner of his eye. "Do I have something on my face?" Heechul asked, watching as Hankyung averted his eyes in embarrassment.

"No," Hankyung answered. "Its just that you, well..."

"Use your words, please," Heechul said slowly, as if he was talking to a small child.

"You just look really hot in your school uniform," Hankyung admitted.

Heechul raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by this fact. "Hankyung, have we just discovered your kink?"

"What?" he said, sounding like that was the most offensive thing it the world. "No way, that'd be weird!"

"You keep telling yourself that," Heechul said, patting him on the shoulder as they hit the road.

They were going to visit Hankyung's dorm on the college campus. Heechul called his parents and told them he was at the library with a friend, and that was that. Heechul was actually kind of excited. He'd never been in a college dormitory before, and while he knew it wouldn't be that exciting, it'd be something new to check out.

The campus was huge. They walked past a few buildings until they got to building 2-D, Hankyung pulling out what Heechul assumed was a student ID, swiping it, and entering the building.

After a few minutes, they reached a door that was slightly ajar, Hankyung just pushing it open.

"Hey Siwon," he yelled as he threw his jacket on a nearby bed.

"Hi!" said a muffled voice, and when the boys turned around they saw Siwon, mouth full of food. He swallowed and bowed. “Nice to meet you! Hankyung, did you finish the report due Thursday?”

“Yeah,” he replied, like it was obvious.

“Well, do you think maybe I could...?”

Hankyung walked over to his desk and handed Siwon his report. “Take it, just make sure you give it back to me by the due date.”

“Thanks!” Siwon said cheerfully. “I’m going to library. See you guys!”

After Siwon shut the door, Heechul said, “He’s a real goofball.”

“Sadly we can’t choose our roommates,” he laughed.
Heechul shrugged. “At least he’s hot.” And he was. Ridiculously so.

“Probably what compelled me to go out with him once.”

Heechul’s eyes widened. “You went out with him? That’s not even fair.”

“Funny,” Hankyung said. “He said the same exact thing when I showed him a picture of you.” He sat on his bed and held out his arms. “Is someone jealous?”

“Psh, please,” he scoffed as he cuddled up against Hankyung.

“You keep telling yourself that,” he said, in a high nasally imitation of Heechul’s voice.

--

“I have to say that was unexpected,” Heechul said flatly as he brushed the dirt off of his clothes.

“Ditto.”

This whole situation may or may not have been entirely Heechul’s fault. He likes to think he couldn’t have controlled the fact that both of his parents came home early from work to find their son making out with his boyfriend on their couch. For the record, Heechul thought it was totally unnecessary to literally throw him out of the house.

“Well, I guess this means you get to stay with me!” Hankyung said, trying to sound happy to lighten the mood. “Yay sleepovers!”

Heechul couldn’t help but laugh. “Yay sleepovers.”

He didn’t know how long his parents would be furious at him, but he didn’t really care.

--

“Oh bullshit you don’t have a uniform kink,” he smirked as Hankyung was pulling off his school blazer.

“Okay, maybe you were right,” Hankyung admitted.

Heechul knew where this was going, and he knew it was inevitable as Hankyung took both their shirts off. Hankyung was acting lustful and needy, and although Heechul wanted this just as much as him, he couldn’t deny his nerves.

“Hankyung?” he asked, breaking away from the kiss. “I’ve got to tell you something.”

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you Heechul?” Hankyung said.

Now Heechul was completely embarrassed. Was it that obvious? “I-”

“It’s okay,” Hankyung said, interrupting with a soft smile that made Heechul’s heart skip a beat. “I kind of figured since you’re so young.” He kissed him gently on the forehead. “Don’t worry.”

The realization set in that wow this was actually happening when their clothes were completely off and Hankyung’s fingers were inside of him, slick with lube and he couldn’t hold back his moans. He was ready for this, and he was so glad it was Hankyung. He couldn’t imagine it being anyone else, really.

It definitely hurt when Hankyung entered him, but he was expecting that. Hankyung went slow and kissed him gently and didn’t try anything without Heechul’s okay. When he got used to the pain and it gradually turned to pleasure, and he simply couldn’t control himself. He knew sex would feel great, but nobody said it would feel this great. Soon he was on the brink, and then Hankyung moaned and he was thrown off the edge.

“Heechul, I think I love you,” Hankyung said, smiling like a fool as Heechul laid in his arms.

“I love you too, you big dummy,” Heechul smiled back. It definitely felt right saying that.

Epilogue

About an hour later, Siwon came home from wherever he was -- “I don’t care that much,” Hankyung had said -- to find his roommate and his boyfriend laying half naked on the couch.

“At least you spared me by putting some pants on,” he smirked.

Hankyung and Heechul both flipped him off.

pairing: hankyung/heechul, smut, fluff, romance, rating: nc-17

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