[Super Junior] Suspicions of Surety & Illusory, PG & hard R, KangTeuk & KiHae
Random SuJu scribblings. RPS alert, for those of you who prefer it not. I have a whole meta entry on my thoughts, so I'll spare you now. Suffice to say that I will read it and I will even write it, but only if I tell myself that they are characters and not real people.
When I start thinking about SuJu as real people, I want them to get girlfriends and date and be totally adorable and awkward and in love. But I figure you guys don't want to read boyband Mary Sue fics, so we'll go back to the "thinking as characters" bit, so I can slash them properly and without guilt. :D
suspicions of surety
pg; incomplete; kangteuk
The first time Leeteuk suspected, Kangin was laughing at him. They were on a show with five of the other members and the host had been trading snipes with Kangin for the past few minutes. She had just called Leeteuk the band umma, commenting on how hard it must be with such a delinquent husband. Leeteuk watched Kangin's eyes slit in amusement, his laugh loud and unapologetic, heartfelt; a hand reached out and grabbed Leeteuk's lightly, patting. Leeteuk tilted his head back and laughed too.
The second time Leeteuk suspected, Kangin had his hand in Leeteuk's hair, sliding his fingers through it, brushing past Leeteuk's ear as he adjusted the mic. He patted Leeteuk's cheek when he was done, grinning, and sent him back to the other side of the stage. The rough-soft feel of fingertips on his skin lingered as Leeteuk glanced over his shoulder, eyes searching.
The third time Leeteuk suspected, Kangin was scant centimeters from his body, their arms around each other as they swayed to the pulsing beat of the music. Kangin had an arm looped casually around Leeteuk's neck, holding him close as moved their hips in rhythm, heads bent toward each other. Leeteuk dared a glance in Kangin's direction and felt his breath catch in his throat at the scorching look in Kangin's eyes, dark. He laughed, then, and bounced back, pulling away from Kangin's grip to smile at the camera, wave at the fans.
Leeteuk wasn't stupid. He had never been blindsided by love. He wouldn't say he'd known all along, but he'd known for awhile now--known that the imprint of Kangin's touches always lasted longer than they should have, recognized the warm flush in the pit of his stomach when Kangin pulled him close for a hug. Leeteuk knew what it meant that it was always Kangin's stupid jokes that made him laugh, even at the end of a long, exhausting day when he was frustrated at everything, but especially himself. He knew what it meant when a light squeeze on the shoulder would get him to relax when a slew of reassurances from anyone else wouldn't. He knew what it meant when his eyes began to wander, then linger, on the dip of Kangin's collarbone, the glisten of sweat on his throat, the smooth expanse of back.
He knew what it meant, but he didn't know what to do about it.
This is so bad and so incomplete. I love KangTeuk to pieces and I don't know how to write it properly. I'm so sorry. :(
illusory
hard r; maybe complete; kihae
Donghae is not the child he appears. Kibum knows this for a fact, but he knows it especially well right now when Donghae is licking a very deliberate path from Kibum's sternum down to his bellybutton.
Kibum doesn't know whether to squirm or to grit his teeth, so he does a little of both as he tries not to choke on his own breathing. He clenches and unclenches his hands, wishing in the distant back of his mind that the couch he's sprawled against provided better gripping purchase. Then he's distracted again by Donghae's tongue, which has stopped sliding along his skin only to be replaced by a light scrape of teeth right along the edge of his bellybutton.
Kibum mutters a swearword in English and closes his eyes. Donghae lifts his head and grins, looking supremely self-satisfied. He tugs a little on the open fly of Kibum's pants, settling himself more comfortably between Kibum's legs.
"Should I stop?" he asks cheerfully, teasingly, because he knows exactly what Kibum's answer is.
"Hyung," Kibum groans out, because he's going to kill Donghae if he doesn't put his mouth back where it belongs, because he's a twenty-one-year-old male and he has priorities.
Donghae chortles, a short laugh low in his throat that ends up thrumming against Kibum's bare hip. Kibum bucks a little, involuntarily, and he knows the smug smile is back on Donghae's face, but he doesn't care because that smug smile is now barely a breath away from exactly where Kibum wants it.
A hot exhale of air gusts over Kibum's cock--another playful, taunting gesture. He twitches and clenches his fists again. "Hyung," he growls, hearing the plantiveness in his own voice. He's almost shaking at how close Donghae's mouth is, skating a mere hairsbredth away from bare skin. Every nerve in Kibum's body is on edge in anticipation, poised on an electric precipice. He feels a drop of sweat roll down the side of his face and exhales a shuddering breath.
"Kibum-ah." Donghae's voice is soft, warm, and then his mouth is enveloping Kibum in heat and aching pleasure. Kibum bites his lip as his body arches abruptly, thrusting into Donghae's mouth.
"Fuck," he chokes out.
Donghae's only response is to suck harder, fingers reaching into Kibum's pants to pull at the base of his cock with long, firm strokes. Kibum doesn't last long.
(After, when Donghae rises on his knees, leaning forward to pull Kibum into a filthy, sloppy kiss, Kibum slides down the edge of the couch and onto the floor next to him. He lets his head drop on Donghae's shoulder and looks up at him through sweat-sticked bangs, his gaze hooded and sex-hazed. "You look so innocent, hyung," he says with a wry smile.
Donghae grins and the smile is boyish, as it always is, the expressioin incongruent with his sticky hands and slick red mouth. "So do you, Kibummie," he says with a laugh.
Kibum traces Donghae's body with his eyes and lets his fingers follow the path of his gaze. He palms Donghae's erection through his jeans, pressing down. "Mm," he murmurs.)
...um, yeah, PWP. Smut abound! I hate this title. I can't find a proper one. Also, I fail at writing KiHae as well. But at least it's p0rn--p0rn makes everything better.
Spur of the moment scribblings. If you'd like to request a drabble, feel free, but I'm not making any promises, haha. I'd just like some inspiration. Man, I miss writing.
When I start thinking about SuJu as real people, I want them to get girlfriends and date and be totally adorable and awkward and in love. But I figure you guys don't want to read boyband Mary Sue fics, so we'll go back to the "thinking as characters" bit, so I can slash them properly and without guilt. :D
suspicions of surety
pg; incomplete; kangteuk
The first time Leeteuk suspected, Kangin was laughing at him. They were on a show with five of the other members and the host had been trading snipes with Kangin for the past few minutes. She had just called Leeteuk the band umma, commenting on how hard it must be with such a delinquent husband. Leeteuk watched Kangin's eyes slit in amusement, his laugh loud and unapologetic, heartfelt; a hand reached out and grabbed Leeteuk's lightly, patting. Leeteuk tilted his head back and laughed too.
The second time Leeteuk suspected, Kangin had his hand in Leeteuk's hair, sliding his fingers through it, brushing past Leeteuk's ear as he adjusted the mic. He patted Leeteuk's cheek when he was done, grinning, and sent him back to the other side of the stage. The rough-soft feel of fingertips on his skin lingered as Leeteuk glanced over his shoulder, eyes searching.
The third time Leeteuk suspected, Kangin was scant centimeters from his body, their arms around each other as they swayed to the pulsing beat of the music. Kangin had an arm looped casually around Leeteuk's neck, holding him close as moved their hips in rhythm, heads bent toward each other. Leeteuk dared a glance in Kangin's direction and felt his breath catch in his throat at the scorching look in Kangin's eyes, dark. He laughed, then, and bounced back, pulling away from Kangin's grip to smile at the camera, wave at the fans.
Leeteuk wasn't stupid. He had never been blindsided by love. He wouldn't say he'd known all along, but he'd known for awhile now--known that the imprint of Kangin's touches always lasted longer than they should have, recognized the warm flush in the pit of his stomach when Kangin pulled him close for a hug. Leeteuk knew what it meant that it was always Kangin's stupid jokes that made him laugh, even at the end of a long, exhausting day when he was frustrated at everything, but especially himself. He knew what it meant when a light squeeze on the shoulder would get him to relax when a slew of reassurances from anyone else wouldn't. He knew what it meant when his eyes began to wander, then linger, on the dip of Kangin's collarbone, the glisten of sweat on his throat, the smooth expanse of back.
He knew what it meant, but he didn't know what to do about it.
This is so bad and so incomplete. I love KangTeuk to pieces and I don't know how to write it properly. I'm so sorry. :(
illusory
hard r; maybe complete; kihae
Donghae is not the child he appears. Kibum knows this for a fact, but he knows it especially well right now when Donghae is licking a very deliberate path from Kibum's sternum down to his bellybutton.
Kibum doesn't know whether to squirm or to grit his teeth, so he does a little of both as he tries not to choke on his own breathing. He clenches and unclenches his hands, wishing in the distant back of his mind that the couch he's sprawled against provided better gripping purchase. Then he's distracted again by Donghae's tongue, which has stopped sliding along his skin only to be replaced by a light scrape of teeth right along the edge of his bellybutton.
Kibum mutters a swearword in English and closes his eyes. Donghae lifts his head and grins, looking supremely self-satisfied. He tugs a little on the open fly of Kibum's pants, settling himself more comfortably between Kibum's legs.
"Should I stop?" he asks cheerfully, teasingly, because he knows exactly what Kibum's answer is.
"Hyung," Kibum groans out, because he's going to kill Donghae if he doesn't put his mouth back where it belongs, because he's a twenty-one-year-old male and he has priorities.
Donghae chortles, a short laugh low in his throat that ends up thrumming against Kibum's bare hip. Kibum bucks a little, involuntarily, and he knows the smug smile is back on Donghae's face, but he doesn't care because that smug smile is now barely a breath away from exactly where Kibum wants it.
A hot exhale of air gusts over Kibum's cock--another playful, taunting gesture. He twitches and clenches his fists again. "Hyung," he growls, hearing the plantiveness in his own voice. He's almost shaking at how close Donghae's mouth is, skating a mere hairsbredth away from bare skin. Every nerve in Kibum's body is on edge in anticipation, poised on an electric precipice. He feels a drop of sweat roll down the side of his face and exhales a shuddering breath.
"Kibum-ah." Donghae's voice is soft, warm, and then his mouth is enveloping Kibum in heat and aching pleasure. Kibum bites his lip as his body arches abruptly, thrusting into Donghae's mouth.
"Fuck," he chokes out.
Donghae's only response is to suck harder, fingers reaching into Kibum's pants to pull at the base of his cock with long, firm strokes. Kibum doesn't last long.
(After, when Donghae rises on his knees, leaning forward to pull Kibum into a filthy, sloppy kiss, Kibum slides down the edge of the couch and onto the floor next to him. He lets his head drop on Donghae's shoulder and looks up at him through sweat-sticked bangs, his gaze hooded and sex-hazed. "You look so innocent, hyung," he says with a wry smile.
Donghae grins and the smile is boyish, as it always is, the expressioin incongruent with his sticky hands and slick red mouth. "So do you, Kibummie," he says with a laugh.
Kibum traces Donghae's body with his eyes and lets his fingers follow the path of his gaze. He palms Donghae's erection through his jeans, pressing down. "Mm," he murmurs.)
...um, yeah, PWP. Smut abound! I hate this title. I can't find a proper one. Also, I fail at writing KiHae as well. But at least it's p0rn--p0rn makes everything better.
Spur of the moment scribblings. If you'd like to request a drabble, feel free, but I'm not making any promises, haha. I'd just like some inspiration. Man, I miss writing.