Flirt [YehBum R HP!verse]
Title: Flirt
Pairing: YehBum
Rating: R
AU: HP!verse
Summary: Kibum gets called to stay after class.
Notes: dedicated to Kendra~ (fading_sun_sock). I'm totally unsure if you'll like it or not. *hides* Also, this doesn't fit in with the rest of the HP!verse. XD And thanks to Mikky (mikkyboom) for beta-ing. *hugs*
Kibum was the perfect student. He was a proud Ravenclaw, got top marks in all his classes, and everyone expected him to be Head Boy next year. All the students respected him (well, except a few Slytherins. That one dramatic boy with the bright pink bag seemed to have it out for him) and all the professors praised him. All except one, that is. That one professor was, naturally, the Potions teacher and Head of Slytherin house (because, really, only an evil Slytherin could hate someone as perfect as Kibum).
“Kibum, this is the third time you have spoken out of turn,” Professor Kim said in a dangerously low voice.
Kibum looked at him with wide eyes, sputtering. “But-“
“See me after class.”
Kibum frowned, but didn’t say anything about the fact that he had been raising his hand. Professor Kim had been ignoring him, even though his was the only hand raised, so he’d answered without actually being called on. Kibum knew that if he did mention this fact, he’d only get in more trouble, and so spent the rest of the class quietly staring down into his cauldron.
The remainder of the lesson passed uneventfully (if Professor Kim scolding Kibum for being further along in making his potion that the rest of the class could be called uneventful).
“We will test these potions next class, after they have settled,” Kibum heard the professor say. “This class has proven to me once again that I am attempting to teach a group of incompetent idiots. You are dismissed.”
Kibum packed his books back into his bag and moved to stand in front his professor’s desk. Professor Kim sat in his chair, arranging some essays on his desk. Kibum could see the one he’d written on the effects of rabbit’s blood on love potions sticking out a bit from the pile before Professor Kim straightened the pile and it disappeared under Cho Kyuhyun’s, another Ravenclaw in his year.
Professor Kim stopped and looked at Kibum, still standing (a bit awkwardly) in front of the desk. He smirked, dark eyes glittering, but didn’t say anything. Kibum fidgeted a bit under his gaze, heart beating nervously in his chest. His eyes darted away, anywhere but his professor’s face and that awful sneer. When did he start getting nervous when speaking to teachers? Maybe that was just it, Kibum though. Professor Kim wasn’t speaking; he was just staring, almost unblinking. It made him uncomfortable. He shifted on his feet, fingers twisting together in front of him, eyes darting around, teeth chewing lightly on his bottom lip. Kibum couldn’t understand why he was so nervous; he hated that he was showing his anxiety so easily. He looked around at the various flasks and cauldrons around the room. There was one filled with green liquid, slightly fuming, to the right, and another, dark and bubbling liquid in a large cauldron on the floor.
“Fuck, get it together Kibum,” he cursed under his breath,
Professor Kim’s eyes narrowed. “What was that?” he demanded.
“Oh…nothing, sir. Nothing…” Kibum answered, shifting his weight to his other foot.
What seemed like another five minutes passed as Professor Kim kept his eyes latched to Kibum in a glare. Kibum didn’t dare say anything, though. It would just make his professor angry and Kibum didn’t want to end up with detention.
“You think you’re so perfect, don’t you?” Professor Kim scoffed as Kibum’s eyes snapped back to his face. Kibum still said nothing, though this time out of surprise. His hands clutched each other tighter. What was his problem? It wasn’t as if he wasn’t expecting this. Of course Professor Kim would taunt him like this. It was just what Professor Kim did. He knew better, after six years at Hogwarts, than to talk back, so he just lowered his head a tad and bit his lip again.
“You think you’re better than the rest of the students in this class, don’t you?” Professor Kim repeated.
Kibum didn’t answer.
“Hmm…?” Professor Kim’s eyebrows raised in false surprise. “Perfect prefect Kim Kibum not answering his professor’s question?” he mocked before his face grew stern again. “Answer my question. You think you’re better.”
Kibum had to admit it to himself. He was better than most of the other students in his year, not counting a select few. He was more mature, smarter, more composed….
“No, sir,” he said, he head still lowered. “I don’t think I’m better.”
Professor Kim just smirked again and chuckled. “And now you’re lying. Tsk tsk….Not so perfect after all, hmm? Can’t even tell the truth to your professor…”
Kibum’s head snapped up to deny what he knew was the truth. “No, sir-”
“You may think you’re prefect, Kibum,” Professor Kim cut off his protest, “but you’re not. I see the way you act with that Kyuhyun boy, helping him with his homework, flirting with him.” Kibum felt the heat rising in his cheeks as Professor Kim rose from his seat on the other side of the desk. “I know what you’re doing. I see the way you look at me, too. I know you flirt with that little boy to make me jealous.”
Kibum hadn’t exactly expected this. To say he was shocked would be an understatement, but then again, the statement did hold a little bit of truth. He could vaguely remember a half-drunken game or truth or dare with some other Ravenclaws one weekend during fifth year where he’d lied on his turn, saying that Professor Kwon, the Muggle Studies professor, was his teacher crush, even though it was Professor Kim’s face that had popped into his mind.
Professor Kim was walking around the desk now, dark robes billowing around his legs as he stepped closer to Kibum. His heart was racing now, with his professor pacing around behind him. He didn’t dare to turn around.
“I see you patrolling the halls at night, when you stop near the Restricted Section for a wank. I see when you cheeks flush pink with desire and your eyes slip closed. I see when you whisper my name as you cum.”
Kibum was shivering now, hands clenched into fists at his sides, fingernails pressing roughly into his palms. He could feel the man’s breath on his neck. Had he really seen? How could know? He gasped as Professor Kim’s tongue flitted out against the shell of his ear, touching for so short a time that Kibum couldn’t have been sure that it had even happened.
“A bit kinky, though, aren’t you?” Professor Kim whispered, and Kibum could feel his lips, though they weren’t quite touching. “Always saying ‘Professor Kim.’ It turns you on that I’m your teacher, doesn’t it?” The man gave a short laugh, a single expulsion of air, the breath raising the hairs on the back of Kibum’s neck. His eyes slipped closed and a sigh escaped his lips as the tips of Professor Kim’s fingered trailed lightly over his pulse before tracing the line of his jaw.
“You want this, don’t you, perfect little student Kibum. You want to be bent over my desk on top of your essay with my cock buried deep inside of you, on top of that essay you helped that pathetic Kyuhyun write. You want to scream my name as I pound into you. You want your cum stains marking that boy’s essay, don’t you?”
Professor Kim had barely even touched him, and yet Kibum could feel his cock hardening, straining against his pants.
“God, yes,” he panted, a shiver running down his spine. But his eyes snapped on barely a second later as he felt a sharp sting on his cheek. Professor Kim had slapped him.
“Yes, sir,” Professor Kim corrected with a smirked before trailing fingers softly over the stinging skin.
“Yes, sir,” Kibum managed to breath out, eyes slipping closed again.
He felt another slap and his eyes jolted open again.
“You should look at your professor when you speaking to him,” Professor Kim said sweetly, eyes shining challengingly. He stroked Kibum’s cheek again, soothing the red skin.
“Ye-yes,” Kibum gulped, “sir.” He raised his eyes and felt a jolt of desire at the sight of his professor’s piercing black eyes. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s better…” Professor Kim said with a lazy smirk. He leaned forward until his lips were barely an inch from Kibum’s. His fingers trailed down Kibum’s chest, stopping to linger on the waistband of his pants. Kibum couldn’t tear his gaze away from his professor’s magnetic eyes. He felt light-headed and somewhere in the back of his mind he thought it might be that he was breathing in each breath that came from the man’s mouth, now even closer to his, yet not quite touching.
Professor Kim leaned past Kibum’s face to curl his tongue around the lobe of his student’s ear. Kibum fisted his hands in his robe at his sides, barely able to keep from grabbing his professor and kissing him until he ran out of breath. He felt as if he would faint as the man gently scrapped his teeth along the lobe.
“You’re late for your next lesson,” Professor Kim whispered heatedly before brushing his fingers softly across Kibum’s erection through his pants and stalking out of the classroom to his office.
Kibum stopped by the Restricted Section during his rounds that night and had the best wank of his life.
started: 03.30.2008
ended: 06.03.2008
Pairing: YehBum
Rating: R
AU: HP!verse
Summary: Kibum gets called to stay after class.
Notes: dedicated to Kendra~ (fading_sun_sock). I'm totally unsure if you'll like it or not. *hides* Also, this doesn't fit in with the rest of the HP!verse. XD And thanks to Mikky (mikkyboom) for beta-ing. *hugs*
Kibum was the perfect student. He was a proud Ravenclaw, got top marks in all his classes, and everyone expected him to be Head Boy next year. All the students respected him (well, except a few Slytherins. That one dramatic boy with the bright pink bag seemed to have it out for him) and all the professors praised him. All except one, that is. That one professor was, naturally, the Potions teacher and Head of Slytherin house (because, really, only an evil Slytherin could hate someone as perfect as Kibum).
“Kibum, this is the third time you have spoken out of turn,” Professor Kim said in a dangerously low voice.
Kibum looked at him with wide eyes, sputtering. “But-“
“See me after class.”
Kibum frowned, but didn’t say anything about the fact that he had been raising his hand. Professor Kim had been ignoring him, even though his was the only hand raised, so he’d answered without actually being called on. Kibum knew that if he did mention this fact, he’d only get in more trouble, and so spent the rest of the class quietly staring down into his cauldron.
The remainder of the lesson passed uneventfully (if Professor Kim scolding Kibum for being further along in making his potion that the rest of the class could be called uneventful).
“We will test these potions next class, after they have settled,” Kibum heard the professor say. “This class has proven to me once again that I am attempting to teach a group of incompetent idiots. You are dismissed.”
Kibum packed his books back into his bag and moved to stand in front his professor’s desk. Professor Kim sat in his chair, arranging some essays on his desk. Kibum could see the one he’d written on the effects of rabbit’s blood on love potions sticking out a bit from the pile before Professor Kim straightened the pile and it disappeared under Cho Kyuhyun’s, another Ravenclaw in his year.
Professor Kim stopped and looked at Kibum, still standing (a bit awkwardly) in front of the desk. He smirked, dark eyes glittering, but didn’t say anything. Kibum fidgeted a bit under his gaze, heart beating nervously in his chest. His eyes darted away, anywhere but his professor’s face and that awful sneer. When did he start getting nervous when speaking to teachers? Maybe that was just it, Kibum though. Professor Kim wasn’t speaking; he was just staring, almost unblinking. It made him uncomfortable. He shifted on his feet, fingers twisting together in front of him, eyes darting around, teeth chewing lightly on his bottom lip. Kibum couldn’t understand why he was so nervous; he hated that he was showing his anxiety so easily. He looked around at the various flasks and cauldrons around the room. There was one filled with green liquid, slightly fuming, to the right, and another, dark and bubbling liquid in a large cauldron on the floor.
“Fuck, get it together Kibum,” he cursed under his breath,
Professor Kim’s eyes narrowed. “What was that?” he demanded.
“Oh…nothing, sir. Nothing…” Kibum answered, shifting his weight to his other foot.
What seemed like another five minutes passed as Professor Kim kept his eyes latched to Kibum in a glare. Kibum didn’t dare say anything, though. It would just make his professor angry and Kibum didn’t want to end up with detention.
“You think you’re so perfect, don’t you?” Professor Kim scoffed as Kibum’s eyes snapped back to his face. Kibum still said nothing, though this time out of surprise. His hands clutched each other tighter. What was his problem? It wasn’t as if he wasn’t expecting this. Of course Professor Kim would taunt him like this. It was just what Professor Kim did. He knew better, after six years at Hogwarts, than to talk back, so he just lowered his head a tad and bit his lip again.
“You think you’re better than the rest of the students in this class, don’t you?” Professor Kim repeated.
Kibum didn’t answer.
“Hmm…?” Professor Kim’s eyebrows raised in false surprise. “Perfect prefect Kim Kibum not answering his professor’s question?” he mocked before his face grew stern again. “Answer my question. You think you’re better.”
Kibum had to admit it to himself. He was better than most of the other students in his year, not counting a select few. He was more mature, smarter, more composed….
“No, sir,” he said, he head still lowered. “I don’t think I’m better.”
Professor Kim just smirked again and chuckled. “And now you’re lying. Tsk tsk….Not so perfect after all, hmm? Can’t even tell the truth to your professor…”
Kibum’s head snapped up to deny what he knew was the truth. “No, sir-”
“You may think you’re prefect, Kibum,” Professor Kim cut off his protest, “but you’re not. I see the way you act with that Kyuhyun boy, helping him with his homework, flirting with him.” Kibum felt the heat rising in his cheeks as Professor Kim rose from his seat on the other side of the desk. “I know what you’re doing. I see the way you look at me, too. I know you flirt with that little boy to make me jealous.”
Kibum hadn’t exactly expected this. To say he was shocked would be an understatement, but then again, the statement did hold a little bit of truth. He could vaguely remember a half-drunken game or truth or dare with some other Ravenclaws one weekend during fifth year where he’d lied on his turn, saying that Professor Kwon, the Muggle Studies professor, was his teacher crush, even though it was Professor Kim’s face that had popped into his mind.
Professor Kim was walking around the desk now, dark robes billowing around his legs as he stepped closer to Kibum. His heart was racing now, with his professor pacing around behind him. He didn’t dare to turn around.
“I see you patrolling the halls at night, when you stop near the Restricted Section for a wank. I see when you cheeks flush pink with desire and your eyes slip closed. I see when you whisper my name as you cum.”
Kibum was shivering now, hands clenched into fists at his sides, fingernails pressing roughly into his palms. He could feel the man’s breath on his neck. Had he really seen? How could know? He gasped as Professor Kim’s tongue flitted out against the shell of his ear, touching for so short a time that Kibum couldn’t have been sure that it had even happened.
“A bit kinky, though, aren’t you?” Professor Kim whispered, and Kibum could feel his lips, though they weren’t quite touching. “Always saying ‘Professor Kim.’ It turns you on that I’m your teacher, doesn’t it?” The man gave a short laugh, a single expulsion of air, the breath raising the hairs on the back of Kibum’s neck. His eyes slipped closed and a sigh escaped his lips as the tips of Professor Kim’s fingered trailed lightly over his pulse before tracing the line of his jaw.
“You want this, don’t you, perfect little student Kibum. You want to be bent over my desk on top of your essay with my cock buried deep inside of you, on top of that essay you helped that pathetic Kyuhyun write. You want to scream my name as I pound into you. You want your cum stains marking that boy’s essay, don’t you?”
Professor Kim had barely even touched him, and yet Kibum could feel his cock hardening, straining against his pants.
“God, yes,” he panted, a shiver running down his spine. But his eyes snapped on barely a second later as he felt a sharp sting on his cheek. Professor Kim had slapped him.
“Yes, sir,” Professor Kim corrected with a smirked before trailing fingers softly over the stinging skin.
“Yes, sir,” Kibum managed to breath out, eyes slipping closed again.
He felt another slap and his eyes jolted open again.
“You should look at your professor when you speaking to him,” Professor Kim said sweetly, eyes shining challengingly. He stroked Kibum’s cheek again, soothing the red skin.
“Ye-yes,” Kibum gulped, “sir.” He raised his eyes and felt a jolt of desire at the sight of his professor’s piercing black eyes. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s better…” Professor Kim said with a lazy smirk. He leaned forward until his lips were barely an inch from Kibum’s. His fingers trailed down Kibum’s chest, stopping to linger on the waistband of his pants. Kibum couldn’t tear his gaze away from his professor’s magnetic eyes. He felt light-headed and somewhere in the back of his mind he thought it might be that he was breathing in each breath that came from the man’s mouth, now even closer to his, yet not quite touching.
Professor Kim leaned past Kibum’s face to curl his tongue around the lobe of his student’s ear. Kibum fisted his hands in his robe at his sides, barely able to keep from grabbing his professor and kissing him until he ran out of breath. He felt as if he would faint as the man gently scrapped his teeth along the lobe.
“You’re late for your next lesson,” Professor Kim whispered heatedly before brushing his fingers softly across Kibum’s erection through his pants and stalking out of the classroom to his office.
Kibum stopped by the Restricted Section during his rounds that night and had the best wank of his life.
started: 03.30.2008
ended: 06.03.2008