[Super Junior] Comes with the Territory, NC-17, PWP, KiHae
Originally here for sujukinkmeme. For the following prompt:
Top: Siwon or Kibum, your pick
Bottom: donghae
Kink: crossdressing donghae
Anything else: territorial top :-)
Comes with the Territory
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, NC-17, 980 words
Donghae's in a skirt.
Comes with the Territory
by meitachi
Donghae's in a skirt and Kibum doesn't know why - he thinks he finally missed something important during all those events he keeps skipping because of his filming schedule - but at this point Kibum doesn't really care, because Donghae is in a skirt, and stockings, and a little white button up blouse with a red bow tie.
Kibum's mouth is dry and he has to wipe his palms on his trousers, because Donghae's tripping towards him with his pigtails swinging and a bright, only slightly embarrassed smile on his face. Something is building tight in Kibum's chest, and he's not sure what it is yet.
"Hyung," Kibum says, and his voice is level. At least he got something out of his acting training. "Why are you in a skirt?"
A streak of red highlights Donghae's cheeks and he touches one of the long brown curls of his pigtail self-consciously. "It's for a variety show we're filming," he confesses. He shrugs. "I told them they shoulda put Sungmin in the dress," Donghae is telling him with a laugh, teasing and at ease again, "but PD-nim said we should change it up and I lost the bet." He pouts a little and Kibum can't help but stare at the way his lower lip sticks out, full and slightly damp.
His pants are suddenly a little too tight. Kibum struggles to keep his breathing even.
"Oh?" he says, feigning disinterest. But he can identify the emotion bubbling under the surface now: desire and possessiveness. He's a little bit angry. How many other people have seen Donghae in that skirt, with those wide eyes made wider with make-up, and that pout. Kibum has never been good at sharing, and Donghae in a skirt is something he has never thought he would have to share. He's finding that he doesn't much like it.
"I'm glad you're here though." Donghae beams at him and edges closer, taking a hold of Kibum's arm. "It's been ages since I've seen you properly. You're always so busy with filming and stuff." He's pouting again and Kibum desperately redirects his eyes somewhere else, except they fall onto the pleated skirt that just brushes the top of Donghae's knees.
Fuck this, he thinks, irrationally angry when he pictures the roomful of camera and tech crew, costume artists and stylists, producer and director and co-stars who have all seen Donghae in a skirt. And not just Donghae in a skirt, but also the way the skirt hangs low on Donghae's slim hips, and the flash of thigh when he sits, and the self-consciousness he doesn't often display in public. Things that only Kibum used to see.
Kibum really doesn't like sharing.
He abandons logic and drags Donghae away from the studio, down the hallway, and into an empty room. This will have to be quick, because they're both still filming, but right now Kibum doesn't really give a damn if he's jeopardizing their careers. All he can think about is getting his hands up Donghae's skirt, marking some sort of claim, reminding Donghae that maybe everyone else has seen him in a skirt, but only Kibum gets to touch.
"Kibum," Donghae gasps, half-laughing, as he's shoved onto a wobbly table. His skirt rides up as he catches himself on the edge with his hands, leaning back as Kibum presses into him. "What's the matter?" His head falls back as his last word dissolves into a low, breathy moan. Kibum is kissing his neck, nipping not-so-gently, mouth hard and possessive.
He runs his hands up Donghae's stockings - plain cotton - and then over the slice of bare skin between stocking and skirt. He rubs his thumbs slowly along Donghae's thigh, and slowly - painstakingly slowly, even though he wants nothing but to shove Donghae against a wall and fuck him in that skirt - Kibum works his hands up under the hem of the pleats. He drags his teeth across Donghae's Adam's apple and moves his hands another inch. He swipes his tongue over Donghae's lips and moves his hands one more inch. He kisses Donghae deeply, fiercely, throbbing against his pants, and he finally moves that last inch, until he has a hard grip on the top of Donghae's thighs and his thumbs are pressed firmly against Donghae's erection.
Donghae's erection, which is seeping dampness into the high-cut cotton panties Donghae has on.
Fuck.
"Tell me they did not make you wear this, hyung," Kibum growls. He pulls back enough to glare at Donghae.
"No." Donghae's eyes are glazed, his mouth swollen and red. "They said I could wear my briefs but--" He whimpers when Kibum moves his palm to cup Donghae's straining erection. "But I thought you might like this better."
Possessiveness flares again and Kibum tightens his grip on Donghae's cock. Donghae chokes out a curse.
"Good. I want you to only think of me when you're like this." Kibum uses the hand not stroking Donghae through his panties to hike up the skirt around Donghae's hips. "Think only of me, making you like this." He grins, suddenly, and it's all white teeth and razor-edge, dark with lust.
Donghae squirms beneath him, reaches out, winds his arms around Kibum's neck and pulls him in. "Kibum," he whines softly, between ragged breaths. "Make me come."
Kibum slips his fingers under the elastic edge of Donghae's underwear in response. Donghae keens and bucks his hips, fingers digging into Kibum's back. Kibum kisses Donghae again, tangling a hand in the brown curls of the wig.
He's going to leave Donghae boneless and weak-kneed and thinking of nothing but Kibum for the rest of filming. Kibum likes to mark his territory.
--
Started/Finished: 2008.08.02
Top: Siwon or Kibum, your pick
Bottom: donghae
Kink: crossdressing donghae
Anything else: territorial top :-)
Comes with the Territory
Super Junior, Kibum/Donghae, NC-17, 980 words
Donghae's in a skirt.
Comes with the Territory
by meitachi
Donghae's in a skirt and Kibum doesn't know why - he thinks he finally missed something important during all those events he keeps skipping because of his filming schedule - but at this point Kibum doesn't really care, because Donghae is in a skirt, and stockings, and a little white button up blouse with a red bow tie.
Kibum's mouth is dry and he has to wipe his palms on his trousers, because Donghae's tripping towards him with his pigtails swinging and a bright, only slightly embarrassed smile on his face. Something is building tight in Kibum's chest, and he's not sure what it is yet.
"Hyung," Kibum says, and his voice is level. At least he got something out of his acting training. "Why are you in a skirt?"
A streak of red highlights Donghae's cheeks and he touches one of the long brown curls of his pigtail self-consciously. "It's for a variety show we're filming," he confesses. He shrugs. "I told them they shoulda put Sungmin in the dress," Donghae is telling him with a laugh, teasing and at ease again, "but PD-nim said we should change it up and I lost the bet." He pouts a little and Kibum can't help but stare at the way his lower lip sticks out, full and slightly damp.
His pants are suddenly a little too tight. Kibum struggles to keep his breathing even.
"Oh?" he says, feigning disinterest. But he can identify the emotion bubbling under the surface now: desire and possessiveness. He's a little bit angry. How many other people have seen Donghae in that skirt, with those wide eyes made wider with make-up, and that pout. Kibum has never been good at sharing, and Donghae in a skirt is something he has never thought he would have to share. He's finding that he doesn't much like it.
"I'm glad you're here though." Donghae beams at him and edges closer, taking a hold of Kibum's arm. "It's been ages since I've seen you properly. You're always so busy with filming and stuff." He's pouting again and Kibum desperately redirects his eyes somewhere else, except they fall onto the pleated skirt that just brushes the top of Donghae's knees.
Fuck this, he thinks, irrationally angry when he pictures the roomful of camera and tech crew, costume artists and stylists, producer and director and co-stars who have all seen Donghae in a skirt. And not just Donghae in a skirt, but also the way the skirt hangs low on Donghae's slim hips, and the flash of thigh when he sits, and the self-consciousness he doesn't often display in public. Things that only Kibum used to see.
Kibum really doesn't like sharing.
He abandons logic and drags Donghae away from the studio, down the hallway, and into an empty room. This will have to be quick, because they're both still filming, but right now Kibum doesn't really give a damn if he's jeopardizing their careers. All he can think about is getting his hands up Donghae's skirt, marking some sort of claim, reminding Donghae that maybe everyone else has seen him in a skirt, but only Kibum gets to touch.
"Kibum," Donghae gasps, half-laughing, as he's shoved onto a wobbly table. His skirt rides up as he catches himself on the edge with his hands, leaning back as Kibum presses into him. "What's the matter?" His head falls back as his last word dissolves into a low, breathy moan. Kibum is kissing his neck, nipping not-so-gently, mouth hard and possessive.
He runs his hands up Donghae's stockings - plain cotton - and then over the slice of bare skin between stocking and skirt. He rubs his thumbs slowly along Donghae's thigh, and slowly - painstakingly slowly, even though he wants nothing but to shove Donghae against a wall and fuck him in that skirt - Kibum works his hands up under the hem of the pleats. He drags his teeth across Donghae's Adam's apple and moves his hands another inch. He swipes his tongue over Donghae's lips and moves his hands one more inch. He kisses Donghae deeply, fiercely, throbbing against his pants, and he finally moves that last inch, until he has a hard grip on the top of Donghae's thighs and his thumbs are pressed firmly against Donghae's erection.
Donghae's erection, which is seeping dampness into the high-cut cotton panties Donghae has on.
Fuck.
"Tell me they did not make you wear this, hyung," Kibum growls. He pulls back enough to glare at Donghae.
"No." Donghae's eyes are glazed, his mouth swollen and red. "They said I could wear my briefs but--" He whimpers when Kibum moves his palm to cup Donghae's straining erection. "But I thought you might like this better."
Possessiveness flares again and Kibum tightens his grip on Donghae's cock. Donghae chokes out a curse.
"Good. I want you to only think of me when you're like this." Kibum uses the hand not stroking Donghae through his panties to hike up the skirt around Donghae's hips. "Think only of me, making you like this." He grins, suddenly, and it's all white teeth and razor-edge, dark with lust.
Donghae squirms beneath him, reaches out, winds his arms around Kibum's neck and pulls him in. "Kibum," he whines softly, between ragged breaths. "Make me come."
Kibum slips his fingers under the elastic edge of Donghae's underwear in response. Donghae keens and bucks his hips, fingers digging into Kibum's back. Kibum kisses Donghae again, tangling a hand in the brown curls of the wig.
He's going to leave Donghae boneless and weak-kneed and thinking of nothing but Kibum for the rest of filming. Kibum likes to mark his territory.
--
Started/Finished: 2008.08.02