[Super Junior] Get Naked (I Got A Plan), NC-17, Smut/Fratboy AU, KiHae
Um, so I was craving KiHae smut like crazy...but I was craving other people to write me some. So I don't know how it turns out that I just sat down and churned out 2000+ words of this in a little over an hour. My OTP, it does strange things to me...
This is for thundersquall because I promised her fic and darleenk because she said she could use some KiHae smut. I mean, who couldn't?
It's also set in my Fratboy AU.
Get Naked (I Got A Plan)
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, NC-17, 2160 words
Kibum likes to reduce this particular frat boy to begging.
Kibum has this thing where he kind of likes to fuck Donghae in the Sigma Chi frat house. Donghae is actually a little weirded out by it 'cause, you know, he and thirty other guys have eaten on this kitchen table, or have lounged across this couch, and there is always the risk one of them will wander and catch them going at it.
The risk is probably part of what Kibum likes so much, his grin a little feral at the edges when he pins Donghae to the wall in the hallway where all the seniors' private bedrooms are. It's probably what gets him so hard so fast, hot against Donghae's thigh through their pants.
Of course, it's not like Donghae doesn't encourage him with the rock of his hips, or the way he thrusts his tongue into Kibum's mouth, blatantly sexual. For all that Donghae thinks it's a little weird - a little crazy - to be fucking in his frat house, he can't deny that he gets hot for Kibum pretty much whenever, wherever. Maybe he's just horny all the time - he is a guy in a college, after all - but he thinks maybe Kibum is just that hot.
Kibum laughs at him when Donghae tells him this between breathless kisses and warm, scrambling hands. Not every time is rushed and desperate, their nerves on edge and their blood racing through their veins; sometimes it is slow and sweet, but this is one of the times where it's broad daylight and Donghae thinks he's about to come in his pants.
"You're such a sweet-talker." Kibum grins at him, and Donghae wants that white, wicked smile on him. "Such a way with words. Are all frat boys like you?"
"Sure," says Donghae, because he'll agree to anything at this point, if Kibum will just kindly put his hand down Donghae's pants, instead of hovering about his waistband like a fucking cocktease.
"Think we should move this into your room?" Kibum asks, but this time his voice is softer, muffled against the skin of Donghae's neck. His tongue traces lazy patterns there and Donghae shudders, rolls his hips. Kibum's hair tickles his nose, silky and black and shampoo-fresh. Donghae loves his hair, loves to play with it, tug it teasingly, fist his hands in it as he fucks Kibum's mouth.
He's so hard he's aching, and Kibum is still doing nothing but sucking languidly at his neck, fingers hooked into Donghae's belt loops and thumbs rubbing gently at the strip of bare skin above Donghae's shorts.
Donghae is not okay with this, and he knows just how to fix it. Taking a few sideways steps, he pushes his room door open with his back and falls backward, dragging Kibum with him. "Hey, asshole," he says, and grins when Kibum looks up with a dark, amused glance. He leans forward and catches that mouth with his, deepening it rapidly, wrapping his arms around Kibum's neck and pulling him close. He can feel the muscles in Kibum's neck and shoulders flexing under his hold and it sends another little electric shiver through him. God, Kibum is so hot, and Donghae wants to be all over that. Is going to be all over that, if he gets his way.
Donghae is good at getting his way.
"Fuck, Donghae," Kibum murmurs into his mouth, panting hard. His eyes are dilated when he pulls back and Donghae loves that, loves that he can turn Kibum on so much. It's only fair.
He lets go of Kibum long enough to strip off his polo shirt, tossing it to the ground and running his tongue along his teeth as Kibum's gaze run over him, hungry. He grins and pops the button of his shorts.
"I hate those shorts," Kibum tells him absently as he moves his hands to help.
"Oh?" Donghae doesn't really care as Kibum unzips him, a little too slowly for his liking. Each tooth of the zipper slides open agonizingly, Kibum's hands a gentle pressure against his straining cock. Fuck, Donghae could do this all day, stand here and want Kibum, see him want Donghae right back. But he'd really prefer not to - he'd really prefer to just get on the sex, the part where Kibum's control snaps and he just pushes Donghae back onto the mattress and - oh.
Donghae swallows hard and moans a little. Kibum's palm is wrapped, hot and dry, around his cock, through the slit in his boxers. Donghae's mind has stuttered to a halt.
"Yeah, plaid shorts should never be in style," Kibum says and he drops to his knees.
Donghae's cock jumps as Kibum's breath wafts, warm, over him. "Um, I," he says, as his mind tries to catch up. Plaid shorts? "Plaid shorts are always in style, okay?" he says, feeling obligated to defend his wardrobe. "Don't hate just because you have all the fashion sense of a compsci geek."
Kibum's laugh puffs against his sensitive skin. His stomach twists itself in knots at how much he wants, and he's almost shaking with it. Donghae rolls his hips again and groans when that pushes the tip of his cock against Kibum's lips for just a second.
"Good thing you like this compsci geek, huh?" Kibum replies and tips his head forward just enough to swipe his tongue along the head of Donghae's erection.
Donghae can't manage a witty reply because he is too busy hating Kibum for being, quite literally, a fucking cocktease. Kibum can sense his frustration and is being a bastard about it, because Donghae can see the smirk on his face as he leans in for another lick and pulls back again. His lips are damp from saliva and Donghae's precum. Donghae whines a little in his throat and digs his fingers warningly into Kibum's shoulder, impatient.
And finally, finally Kibum gives in and takes Donghae fully into his hot, wet mouth. The moan torn from Donghae's throat is weak and thready as there is finally, finally suction and heat and pressure. His knees go unsteady as Kibum sucks hard, harder, tongue pressing against the underside of Donghae's cock. His hand fists around the base, sweaty this time, slick and tight as he grips Donghae firmly and pumps him.
Blood rushes in Donghae's ears and his vision blurs as Kibum shifts and pushes him so he falls back onto his bed, legs still spread. "Please, fuck, Kibum," he pants, as Kibum draws back, mouth falling away. But he's not teasing this time, eyes dark with desire as he strips Donghae of his questionably-fashionable plaid shorts and boxers and tosses them over his shoulder. He's back between Donghae's legs in seconds, one hand hard on Donghae's thigh as the other dips to tease Donghae's balls.
His mouth returns to Donghae's erection, and Donghae whimpers, twisting the sheets under his fingers. His hips arch up, trying to get in farther, hotter. Kibum drags his tongue along the slit and Donghae arches off the bed with a cry.
"Please, please," he says, and he thinks he might have started babbling, "Kibum, fuck, please, just - oh Jesus -" He can feel the pressure building in him, tight and sweet and aching, coalescing at the pit of his stomach as he tosses his head and tries to fuck Kibum's mouth harder.
He can feel himself coming until Kibum's hand wraps tight around the bottom of his shaft and Donghae's breath flies out of him in shock at the sudden denial. "Kibum," he whines. "What the fuck -"
"Didn't say you could come yet," Kibum breathes, low and rough and sometimes Donghae thinks he could come from that voice alone, the one Kibum only uses when he's so turned on he can barely see, when Donghae knows he's about to get fucked - hard, fast, rough - into the mattress or the wall or the kitchen table. He shudders and pushes his hips up, against Kibum's hand, frustrated and horny.
"Kibum," he tries again, and gasps when Kibum twists his wrist sharply. Donghae bites his lip.
"I want you to beg for it," Kibum says right up against his cock, lips moving against him, his breath a tease. And Donghae doesn't know if he wants to punch him the face or just fuck him senseless and, oh, oh fuck, okay, he wants the latter, because Kibum has him in his mouth again, cheeks hollowing and sweaty bangs covering his eyes.
Donghae is not above begging at this point.
"Please, oh god Kibum, please just let me come, fuck." His voice is choked and needy even to his own ears. "Let me come down your throat, please, just swallow me all up, lick me up and kiss me so I can taste myself on you, Kibum." He whimpers a little as Kibum strokes him, roughly. "Or pull back and let me come all over your face, let me lick it off, fuck, please, pleasepleaseplease," he moans and then Kibum has finally let go, dropped his hand, and all the pressure that's been building, wound up tight, is finally released in one long, unending rush of fierce, blinding pleasure.
Donghae empties himself into Kibum's mouth, feels him pull back halfway through and shudders weakly as a hand strokes him through the aftershocks. His eyelids flutter open and he regards Kibum lazily through lust-hazed eyes.
"Fucking cocktease," he says, but there's no heat behind the words as he sinks bonelessly into his bed. Kibum levers himself off the floor and slides into the bed beside Donghae. His mouth is wet and stained with Donghae's come; Donghae licks it off, as promised, and smiles when Kibum moans as Donghae licks into his mouth. Their tongues tangle, Donghae's lazy as languor seeps through his limbs and Kibum's more insistent. His rock-hard erection is still digging into Donghae's thigh, as if as a reminder.
Donghae sucks on his tongue, pleased at the needy little murmur he gets from Kibum in return, and works his hand between them. Kibum still has his jeans on, and that's just not going to work. Donghae makes short work of them, peeling them back far enough to bare Kibum's boxers.
"Kitty cats all over your boxers, really?" he asks Kibum when he flicks his gaze down.
"Shut up, I didn't have any other clean pairs," Kibum groans, and Donghae laughs at the little black cats being tented by Kibum's erection. There's a wet patch here too if he's not mistaken.
Donghae loves making Kibum desperate for him. Almost as much as Kibum likes Donghae begging.
It's probably time to return to return the favor, Donghae thinks, as he slips his hand into those cute boxers and gets a good grip on Kibum's cock. It's heavy and hot in his palm and he can smell the sex in the air, from his own come, from Kibum's clear arousal. He tilts his head and bites Kibum's neck, that soft bit of skin right under the ear, right where it drives Kibum crazy.
The cock in his hand pulses and Donghae nips a little harder. His thumb rubs against the leaking tip and he shivers a little at Kibum's full-body shudder.
"You know," he says conversationally as Kibum rocks his hips into his hand, "we're in my room for once. Privacy and all that. We can probably get a little more creative than usual."
"Oh?" Kibum looks interested - challenging, even, that smirky little curl to his lips.
God, he's such a douchey compsci nerd, and Donghae kind of loves him for it. His own grin is wicked. "Yeah. Let's play a little game."
Kibum is up for it, and Donghae is pretty sure he doesn't regret it, none of it - being tied up, having his cock sucked like a pro and his orgasm denied (turnabout is fair play, after all), watching Donghae slide fingers into himself, and finally, finally fucking Donghae into oblivion but still unable to touch him because he's tied up and Donghae is riding him hard, coming so hard they both are fuzzy and exhausted for a good half hour afterwards. Donghae is pretty sure Kibum regrets none of it, and that, he is proud to claim, is because he is the best fucking lay of Sigma Chi.
"No complaints, baby," he tells Kibum later, when they've showered and dressed. His grin is cocky and there's a little swagger to his walk.
Kibum rolls his eyes. "And a good thing you're a good fuck," he says, "because I've just been reminded why I hate frat boys." But he's smiling as he ducks the punch Donghae aims at his arm.
"Asshole," Donghae says.
"But a pretty good cocksucker," Kibum returns. He's pulling out his work now, because he's such a nerd.
"Yeah," Donghae agrees, going a little misty and happy as he relives the memories.
Kibum turns on his laptop and just laughs at him.
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Started/Finished: 2009.10.21
Notes: sldhfslgksj someone write me KiHae porn too please? T__T Also, title from a Britney song.
This is for thundersquall because I promised her fic and darleenk because she said she could use some KiHae smut. I mean, who couldn't?
It's also set in my Fratboy AU.
Get Naked (I Got A Plan)
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, NC-17, 2160 words
Kibum likes to reduce this particular frat boy to begging.
Kibum has this thing where he kind of likes to fuck Donghae in the Sigma Chi frat house. Donghae is actually a little weirded out by it 'cause, you know, he and thirty other guys have eaten on this kitchen table, or have lounged across this couch, and there is always the risk one of them will wander and catch them going at it.
The risk is probably part of what Kibum likes so much, his grin a little feral at the edges when he pins Donghae to the wall in the hallway where all the seniors' private bedrooms are. It's probably what gets him so hard so fast, hot against Donghae's thigh through their pants.
Of course, it's not like Donghae doesn't encourage him with the rock of his hips, or the way he thrusts his tongue into Kibum's mouth, blatantly sexual. For all that Donghae thinks it's a little weird - a little crazy - to be fucking in his frat house, he can't deny that he gets hot for Kibum pretty much whenever, wherever. Maybe he's just horny all the time - he is a guy in a college, after all - but he thinks maybe Kibum is just that hot.
Kibum laughs at him when Donghae tells him this between breathless kisses and warm, scrambling hands. Not every time is rushed and desperate, their nerves on edge and their blood racing through their veins; sometimes it is slow and sweet, but this is one of the times where it's broad daylight and Donghae thinks he's about to come in his pants.
"You're such a sweet-talker." Kibum grins at him, and Donghae wants that white, wicked smile on him. "Such a way with words. Are all frat boys like you?"
"Sure," says Donghae, because he'll agree to anything at this point, if Kibum will just kindly put his hand down Donghae's pants, instead of hovering about his waistband like a fucking cocktease.
"Think we should move this into your room?" Kibum asks, but this time his voice is softer, muffled against the skin of Donghae's neck. His tongue traces lazy patterns there and Donghae shudders, rolls his hips. Kibum's hair tickles his nose, silky and black and shampoo-fresh. Donghae loves his hair, loves to play with it, tug it teasingly, fist his hands in it as he fucks Kibum's mouth.
He's so hard he's aching, and Kibum is still doing nothing but sucking languidly at his neck, fingers hooked into Donghae's belt loops and thumbs rubbing gently at the strip of bare skin above Donghae's shorts.
Donghae is not okay with this, and he knows just how to fix it. Taking a few sideways steps, he pushes his room door open with his back and falls backward, dragging Kibum with him. "Hey, asshole," he says, and grins when Kibum looks up with a dark, amused glance. He leans forward and catches that mouth with his, deepening it rapidly, wrapping his arms around Kibum's neck and pulling him close. He can feel the muscles in Kibum's neck and shoulders flexing under his hold and it sends another little electric shiver through him. God, Kibum is so hot, and Donghae wants to be all over that. Is going to be all over that, if he gets his way.
Donghae is good at getting his way.
"Fuck, Donghae," Kibum murmurs into his mouth, panting hard. His eyes are dilated when he pulls back and Donghae loves that, loves that he can turn Kibum on so much. It's only fair.
He lets go of Kibum long enough to strip off his polo shirt, tossing it to the ground and running his tongue along his teeth as Kibum's gaze run over him, hungry. He grins and pops the button of his shorts.
"I hate those shorts," Kibum tells him absently as he moves his hands to help.
"Oh?" Donghae doesn't really care as Kibum unzips him, a little too slowly for his liking. Each tooth of the zipper slides open agonizingly, Kibum's hands a gentle pressure against his straining cock. Fuck, Donghae could do this all day, stand here and want Kibum, see him want Donghae right back. But he'd really prefer not to - he'd really prefer to just get on the sex, the part where Kibum's control snaps and he just pushes Donghae back onto the mattress and - oh.
Donghae swallows hard and moans a little. Kibum's palm is wrapped, hot and dry, around his cock, through the slit in his boxers. Donghae's mind has stuttered to a halt.
"Yeah, plaid shorts should never be in style," Kibum says and he drops to his knees.
Donghae's cock jumps as Kibum's breath wafts, warm, over him. "Um, I," he says, as his mind tries to catch up. Plaid shorts? "Plaid shorts are always in style, okay?" he says, feeling obligated to defend his wardrobe. "Don't hate just because you have all the fashion sense of a compsci geek."
Kibum's laugh puffs against his sensitive skin. His stomach twists itself in knots at how much he wants, and he's almost shaking with it. Donghae rolls his hips again and groans when that pushes the tip of his cock against Kibum's lips for just a second.
"Good thing you like this compsci geek, huh?" Kibum replies and tips his head forward just enough to swipe his tongue along the head of Donghae's erection.
Donghae can't manage a witty reply because he is too busy hating Kibum for being, quite literally, a fucking cocktease. Kibum can sense his frustration and is being a bastard about it, because Donghae can see the smirk on his face as he leans in for another lick and pulls back again. His lips are damp from saliva and Donghae's precum. Donghae whines a little in his throat and digs his fingers warningly into Kibum's shoulder, impatient.
And finally, finally Kibum gives in and takes Donghae fully into his hot, wet mouth. The moan torn from Donghae's throat is weak and thready as there is finally, finally suction and heat and pressure. His knees go unsteady as Kibum sucks hard, harder, tongue pressing against the underside of Donghae's cock. His hand fists around the base, sweaty this time, slick and tight as he grips Donghae firmly and pumps him.
Blood rushes in Donghae's ears and his vision blurs as Kibum shifts and pushes him so he falls back onto his bed, legs still spread. "Please, fuck, Kibum," he pants, as Kibum draws back, mouth falling away. But he's not teasing this time, eyes dark with desire as he strips Donghae of his questionably-fashionable plaid shorts and boxers and tosses them over his shoulder. He's back between Donghae's legs in seconds, one hand hard on Donghae's thigh as the other dips to tease Donghae's balls.
His mouth returns to Donghae's erection, and Donghae whimpers, twisting the sheets under his fingers. His hips arch up, trying to get in farther, hotter. Kibum drags his tongue along the slit and Donghae arches off the bed with a cry.
"Please, please," he says, and he thinks he might have started babbling, "Kibum, fuck, please, just - oh Jesus -" He can feel the pressure building in him, tight and sweet and aching, coalescing at the pit of his stomach as he tosses his head and tries to fuck Kibum's mouth harder.
He can feel himself coming until Kibum's hand wraps tight around the bottom of his shaft and Donghae's breath flies out of him in shock at the sudden denial. "Kibum," he whines. "What the fuck -"
"Didn't say you could come yet," Kibum breathes, low and rough and sometimes Donghae thinks he could come from that voice alone, the one Kibum only uses when he's so turned on he can barely see, when Donghae knows he's about to get fucked - hard, fast, rough - into the mattress or the wall or the kitchen table. He shudders and pushes his hips up, against Kibum's hand, frustrated and horny.
"Kibum," he tries again, and gasps when Kibum twists his wrist sharply. Donghae bites his lip.
"I want you to beg for it," Kibum says right up against his cock, lips moving against him, his breath a tease. And Donghae doesn't know if he wants to punch him the face or just fuck him senseless and, oh, oh fuck, okay, he wants the latter, because Kibum has him in his mouth again, cheeks hollowing and sweaty bangs covering his eyes.
Donghae is not above begging at this point.
"Please, oh god Kibum, please just let me come, fuck." His voice is choked and needy even to his own ears. "Let me come down your throat, please, just swallow me all up, lick me up and kiss me so I can taste myself on you, Kibum." He whimpers a little as Kibum strokes him, roughly. "Or pull back and let me come all over your face, let me lick it off, fuck, please, pleasepleaseplease," he moans and then Kibum has finally let go, dropped his hand, and all the pressure that's been building, wound up tight, is finally released in one long, unending rush of fierce, blinding pleasure.
Donghae empties himself into Kibum's mouth, feels him pull back halfway through and shudders weakly as a hand strokes him through the aftershocks. His eyelids flutter open and he regards Kibum lazily through lust-hazed eyes.
"Fucking cocktease," he says, but there's no heat behind the words as he sinks bonelessly into his bed. Kibum levers himself off the floor and slides into the bed beside Donghae. His mouth is wet and stained with Donghae's come; Donghae licks it off, as promised, and smiles when Kibum moans as Donghae licks into his mouth. Their tongues tangle, Donghae's lazy as languor seeps through his limbs and Kibum's more insistent. His rock-hard erection is still digging into Donghae's thigh, as if as a reminder.
Donghae sucks on his tongue, pleased at the needy little murmur he gets from Kibum in return, and works his hand between them. Kibum still has his jeans on, and that's just not going to work. Donghae makes short work of them, peeling them back far enough to bare Kibum's boxers.
"Kitty cats all over your boxers, really?" he asks Kibum when he flicks his gaze down.
"Shut up, I didn't have any other clean pairs," Kibum groans, and Donghae laughs at the little black cats being tented by Kibum's erection. There's a wet patch here too if he's not mistaken.
Donghae loves making Kibum desperate for him. Almost as much as Kibum likes Donghae begging.
It's probably time to return to return the favor, Donghae thinks, as he slips his hand into those cute boxers and gets a good grip on Kibum's cock. It's heavy and hot in his palm and he can smell the sex in the air, from his own come, from Kibum's clear arousal. He tilts his head and bites Kibum's neck, that soft bit of skin right under the ear, right where it drives Kibum crazy.
The cock in his hand pulses and Donghae nips a little harder. His thumb rubs against the leaking tip and he shivers a little at Kibum's full-body shudder.
"You know," he says conversationally as Kibum rocks his hips into his hand, "we're in my room for once. Privacy and all that. We can probably get a little more creative than usual."
"Oh?" Kibum looks interested - challenging, even, that smirky little curl to his lips.
God, he's such a douchey compsci nerd, and Donghae kind of loves him for it. His own grin is wicked. "Yeah. Let's play a little game."
Kibum is up for it, and Donghae is pretty sure he doesn't regret it, none of it - being tied up, having his cock sucked like a pro and his orgasm denied (turnabout is fair play, after all), watching Donghae slide fingers into himself, and finally, finally fucking Donghae into oblivion but still unable to touch him because he's tied up and Donghae is riding him hard, coming so hard they both are fuzzy and exhausted for a good half hour afterwards. Donghae is pretty sure Kibum regrets none of it, and that, he is proud to claim, is because he is the best fucking lay of Sigma Chi.
"No complaints, baby," he tells Kibum later, when they've showered and dressed. His grin is cocky and there's a little swagger to his walk.
Kibum rolls his eyes. "And a good thing you're a good fuck," he says, "because I've just been reminded why I hate frat boys." But he's smiling as he ducks the punch Donghae aims at his arm.
"Asshole," Donghae says.
"But a pretty good cocksucker," Kibum returns. He's pulling out his work now, because he's such a nerd.
"Yeah," Donghae agrees, going a little misty and happy as he relives the memories.
Kibum turns on his laptop and just laughs at him.
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Started/Finished: 2009.10.21
Notes: sldhfslgksj someone write me KiHae porn too please? T__T Also, title from a Britney song.