I'm Not Okay [HanChul]
Title: I'm Not Okay
Prompt: #015. Lick
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: Nc-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: HeeChul is dumped, but he is always the one to be standing in the end. He won't be the one suffering.
AN: This was somehow difficult to write, but I hope you like it anyway and please leave a comment :) Thanks~
HeeChul groaned in frustration when he entered the building. It was his favorite one, big and filled with people. Too many people to let there be a difference. Everyone was the same. All the people were dancing as loud music let even the floor vibrate.
HeeChul smiled, refusing the bitter taste to worsen his mood right now. That was the reason he was here tonight.
HeeChul breathed in and out deeply, before he went to the bar to get himself a drink. He sat down there and watched the people move their bodies in perfect sync.
HeeChul's smile increased to a grin when he thought of himself. He'd do the same soon, just when he got a little bit drunk at least. Because HeeChul wanted to forget. He wanted to forget the pain which was tearing him apart right now. He wanted to forget that someone who broke his heart and made him suffer. And while his thoughts drifted off, already thinking of that someone again, he noticed a young man. He was dancing in the middle, pressed to girls and boys alike.
HeeChul's breath stopped for a second, realizing that person was exactly the one he wanted to forget. HanKyung.
HeeChul bit his lower lip, thinking hardly if he should just leave.
But HeeChul wouldn't show him how hurt he was. He wouldn't let him see how much he suffered. So he stayed.
HeeChul reached for his drink and took a sip, watching the one his heart was still beating for, with interest.
He supported his head with his hand. His eyes followed every move of HanKyung who was rubbing his lower half to the people dancing with him. He was gorgeous, moving in this colorful lights. Dancing had always been the thing he was best at and HeeChul admired him.
Suddenly, he stumbled slightly, making his way out of the crowd to the toilet, HeeChul supposed.
He quickly reached for the wall to prevent himself from falling. A girl was following him, giggling, but stumbling all the same just like HanKyung.
HeeChul knew they were drunk, but anger and jealousy rushed through his body. He cursed at himself for he shouldn't feel anything at this sight anymore.
HanKyung turned his head to the girl, a big grin on his lips as well, when he leaned forward and gave her a sloppy kiss.
HeeChul hissed quietly and that was the moment, he decided, to finally let go. He wasn't the type to hold on to people who had hurt him, but with HanKyung, it had been different. HanKyung had been different. He had been the perfect lover. Always caring. Promising HeeChul the world and eternity.
HeeChul huffed. What a big lie this all had been. It was time for his heart to stop clinging onto that man. And HeeChul blamed himself because he had been a fool, believeing every word the other man had said to him. "Time to pay," HeeChul muttered to himself and emptied his glas.
He immediately ordered another one and waited for HanKyung to return.
HeeChul hated waiting, but this was the only way. For HanKyung and himself. To end it for both of them. But HeeChul couldn't help but think whether the other one still thought of him. Still loved him.
By the time, HeeChul had finished his fourth drink, HanKyung came back. The girl wasn't with him and HeeChul couldn't care less.
HanKyung was obviously more drunken than HeeChul had expected him to be, but that would only further help him.
HeeChul sighed silently. He still wasn't drunk. He could consume as much alcohol as he wanted, but still not get drunk. It sometimes annoyed him, but this time, it might be better that way, so he would have all the control.
HeeChul stood up and made his way to the dance floor. He actually didn't like dancing, but this was for the best.
HeeChul moved between bodies as naturally as possible in the direction of HanKyung. He finally reached him, not touching him at first, but only dancing along with him.
HanKyung kept on dancing as well. HeeChul looked up at him. It wasn't easy at all to make out the expression of the other one, but he didn't seem surprised or in any way affected. There was no reaction at all.
HeeChul didn't care. He turned his back toward HanKyung, rubbing his ass against HanKyung's crotch.
HanKyung went along with HeeChul's dancing and so, HeeChul continued with his plan, slowly wrapping his arms around HanKyung's neck and pulling him even closer.
HanKyung moaned in his ear, causing the other one to shiver slightly. He had adored that voice. He still did.
HeeChul felt the heat and the ecstasy, and he let out small moans as well when HanKyung's hand rubbed over his crotch.
HanKyung turned HeeChul with one swift move around and grabbed his ass firmly, starting to feel him up.
HeeChul let him do what he wanted. He still was in control, he just enjoyed the other's hands for a little while.
HeeChul looked up into HanKyung's glassy eyes. His heart beat a little bit faster. Their gazes didn't allow them to look away in such an intense moment.
HeeChul thought, HanKyung seemed to recognize him while they were staring at each other, and he challenged the other one to shove him away. He didn't. HanKyung was too drunk to realize who was standing in front of him right now.
HeeChul smirked. Everything was going perfectly fine.
HanKyung, not knowing the reason for HeeChul's smirk, returned it and kissed him harshly.
HeeChul yelped, wanting to push HanKyung away, but in the last moment, he decided otherwise, pulling him even closer and licking HanKyung's lips, his right cheek up until he reached his ear. "Let's go," he whispered seductively and groped the other's ass as harshly to emphasize his intention.
HanKyung put his lips on HeeChul's once again, licking his lips and their tongues fought and danced with each other.
"Alright, beautiful," HanKyung replied sexily and HeeChul led HanKyung out of the crowd, away from the people, not knowing where they were heading, but soon reaching a couch. No people were around.
HanKyung pressed HeeChul down and climbed onto him. HeeChul was surprised. He hadn't suspected HanKyung to still effort that much energy, and before HeeChul could react, he was already stipped to his boxers.
HeeChul blinked a few times. How could HanKyung do this while he was that drunk, he wondered, but before HanKyung managed to take off his boxers as well, HeeChul pulled HanKyung's arms to his neck, wrapping them around him and kissed him deeply. HeeChul was pretty good in distracting and soon, HanKyung was weak enough for HeeChul to wiggle his way out and away from under HanKyung. HeeChul pressed HanKyung against the couch with all his might and quickly undressed him. A hand started to rub the other one's member firmly. HeeChul could feel HanKyung's member was already hard and throbbing.
HanKyung gasped when HeeChul pulled his trousers and boxers down at once and freed his member, which now stood proudly up.
HanKyung was panting. His hands roamed over HeeChul's almost naked body, rubbing his nipples firmly, but HeeChul noticed the other one's hands weren't coordinated at all.
HeeChul started to feel dizzy. This was too much. He hated HanKyung. He hated him for leaving. He hated him to death.
"You dirty bastard," HeeChul hissed angrily, but at the same time, he realized that he still liked him. He still remembered him, them together. He still remembered how they had kissed. He remembered how he had sucked HanKyung until he came into his mouth with so much force HeeChul almost couldn't take it. He still remembered how HanKyung had fucked him, rough and without mercy. But the worst thing was, that HeeChul still remembered that he had enjoyed it.
HanKyung seemed to get his mind clearer for HeeChul felt how he managed to grope his ass and push a finger into his hole.
HeeChul didn't even wince. He could take it. He wouldn't let HanKyung hurt him. This was nothing. Nothing at all.
HeeChul leaned forward and kissed HanKyung once again. This was the last time. After this night, they would never see each other again. They would never talk again. After this night, HeeChul swore, he would forget HanKyung forever and erase him in his heart.
HeeChul shifted slightly, pushing down onto HanKyung's finger and hissing a breatheless "More," into his ear.
HanKyung replied. "So sexy," he whispered quietly.
HeeChul grabbed HanKyung's member, pumping it harshly, causing the other one to moan loudly.
HeeChul loved that sound.
"Tell me your name," HanKyung suddenly demanded between pants and moans.
HeeChul almost stopped. HanKyung didn't recognize him at all. They had broken up only two days ago. HeeChul was shocked, but made sure that the other one didn't notice. He just encreased the pace with which he was treating HanKyung's member.
HanKyung pulled his fingers out. "Won't you tell me? But I'd like to know the name of the one I'm going to fuck so hard that you won't be able to work properly for a week afterwards," he warned with his hoarse voice.
HeeChul shuddered slightly, but shook his head. "I won't tell you," he hissed, straddled HanKyung's body and lifted himself up. He teased himself with the tip of HanKyung's member, never letting it past his tight ring of muscles in his hole.
HanKyung moaned shamelessly.
HeeChul rolled his eyes. But suddenly, he didn't feel sure with this anymore. He didn't want this actually. He did it to forget HanKyung. Was this even possible after tonight? He was even afraid for HanKyung to enter him fully. HeeChul was afraid it might hurt him more than he expected. He didn't want to be weak. He didn't want to lose control, but the longer he hesitated, the impatienter HanKyung became, and he already reached for HeeChul to pull him down.
HeeChul slapped HanKyung's hands away and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He had done this so many times already. HanKyung filling him up to the brink was an amazing feeling which HeeChul had always loved.
HanKyung smirked. "Are you scared, bitch?" HanKyung teased, his voice clearly giving away how drunken his was and it still was amazing how he managed to say one whole sentence.
HeeChul laughed hollowly. A fake laugh that ended as suddenly as it had started and HeeChul slapped the other one harshly. HanKyung seemed quite surprised with his mouth open in shock as HeeChul finally lowered himself onto the other's member.
Both were moaning in ecstasy.
"You won't hurt me again," HeeChul muttered under his breath and lifted himself up, just to slam down again.
HanKyung's member filled HeeChul's hole completely. HeeChul suddenly had to blink furiously for the tears to prevent from falling. HanKyung was the one with him right now. It just felt like before, when they still had been lovers. Everything felt so familiar.
"Oh, yes, yes, oh, you-" HanKyung moaned faintly while HeeChul balanced himself with his palms on the other's chest.
It felt so good. HeeChul moaned along with HanKyung while stroking himself. This would be the last time. After this, he was sure, he'd be free once again, and so, he kept going.
HeeChul clenched tightly around HanKyung who had started to thrust up into him. His hands were on his hips.
HeeChul was trembling slightly and with one hand, HanKyung pulled him down for a bruising kiss.
They broke the kiss when the pleasure became too immense, but everything came to an halt as HanKyung opened his mouth and spoke, barely a whisper. "HeeChul?"
HeeChul didn't react, even though he felt tears forming in his eyes. His heart started to lose control. HanKyung remembered. HanKyung hadn't forgotten.
HeeChul kept their steady rhythm up and even encreased the pace, and soon, HanKyung had already forgotten again due to the pleasure.
Their moans became louder. HeeChul leaned down and licked HanKyung's cheek. He trailed down to his neck, biting the skin there and leaving angry marks. HanKyung should remember. HeeChul would forget, but he wanted HanKyung to remember and suffer just like him.
HeeChul felt his climax was close. He threw his head back and soon, he spilled his seed onto HanKyung's chest. He was panting heavily while HanKyung was still thrusting up into him.
HeeChul wanted to get up, but was stopped midway when HanKyung pulled him down focefully.
HeeChul groaned and bit his lower lip. "Bastard," he hissed angrily. He felt HanKyung's cum filling his hole, but was still panting and trying to catch his breath before he could lift himself off of him.
Cum flowed down his legs. HeeChul felt disgusted and so, he smiled in satisfaction.
"Now we're finally through," he said while wearing his boxers and trousers, not caring to clean himself beforehand.
HanKyung looked at him. His eyes were shimmering and he was panting. He was drunk, but he seemed to be assured that he just had fucked HeeChul, the one he had broken up with two days ago.
HeeChul smirked. "I won't look for you. We won't meet anymore. So don't look for me anymore either," he warned smugly and slapped HanKyung's face hard.
HanKyung stared at HeeChul, obviously taken aback. Tears were filling his eyes, not due to the slap, but due to the heartache he was feeling all of a sudden. Yet, HanKyung wasn't even given a chance to talk, before the other one turned and left.
"Goodbye forever," HeeChul mumbled.
No one was able to hear it.
Prompt: #015. Lick
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: Nc-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: HeeChul is dumped, but he is always the one to be standing in the end. He won't be the one suffering.
AN: This was somehow difficult to write, but I hope you like it anyway and please leave a comment :) Thanks~
HeeChul groaned in frustration when he entered the building. It was his favorite one, big and filled with people. Too many people to let there be a difference. Everyone was the same. All the people were dancing as loud music let even the floor vibrate.
HeeChul smiled, refusing the bitter taste to worsen his mood right now. That was the reason he was here tonight.
HeeChul breathed in and out deeply, before he went to the bar to get himself a drink. He sat down there and watched the people move their bodies in perfect sync.
HeeChul's smile increased to a grin when he thought of himself. He'd do the same soon, just when he got a little bit drunk at least. Because HeeChul wanted to forget. He wanted to forget the pain which was tearing him apart right now. He wanted to forget that someone who broke his heart and made him suffer. And while his thoughts drifted off, already thinking of that someone again, he noticed a young man. He was dancing in the middle, pressed to girls and boys alike.
HeeChul's breath stopped for a second, realizing that person was exactly the one he wanted to forget. HanKyung.
HeeChul bit his lower lip, thinking hardly if he should just leave.
But HeeChul wouldn't show him how hurt he was. He wouldn't let him see how much he suffered. So he stayed.
HeeChul reached for his drink and took a sip, watching the one his heart was still beating for, with interest.
He supported his head with his hand. His eyes followed every move of HanKyung who was rubbing his lower half to the people dancing with him. He was gorgeous, moving in this colorful lights. Dancing had always been the thing he was best at and HeeChul admired him.
Suddenly, he stumbled slightly, making his way out of the crowd to the toilet, HeeChul supposed.
He quickly reached for the wall to prevent himself from falling. A girl was following him, giggling, but stumbling all the same just like HanKyung.
HeeChul knew they were drunk, but anger and jealousy rushed through his body. He cursed at himself for he shouldn't feel anything at this sight anymore.
HanKyung turned his head to the girl, a big grin on his lips as well, when he leaned forward and gave her a sloppy kiss.
HeeChul hissed quietly and that was the moment, he decided, to finally let go. He wasn't the type to hold on to people who had hurt him, but with HanKyung, it had been different. HanKyung had been different. He had been the perfect lover. Always caring. Promising HeeChul the world and eternity.
HeeChul huffed. What a big lie this all had been. It was time for his heart to stop clinging onto that man. And HeeChul blamed himself because he had been a fool, believeing every word the other man had said to him. "Time to pay," HeeChul muttered to himself and emptied his glas.
He immediately ordered another one and waited for HanKyung to return.
HeeChul hated waiting, but this was the only way. For HanKyung and himself. To end it for both of them. But HeeChul couldn't help but think whether the other one still thought of him. Still loved him.
By the time, HeeChul had finished his fourth drink, HanKyung came back. The girl wasn't with him and HeeChul couldn't care less.
HanKyung was obviously more drunken than HeeChul had expected him to be, but that would only further help him.
HeeChul sighed silently. He still wasn't drunk. He could consume as much alcohol as he wanted, but still not get drunk. It sometimes annoyed him, but this time, it might be better that way, so he would have all the control.
HeeChul stood up and made his way to the dance floor. He actually didn't like dancing, but this was for the best.
HeeChul moved between bodies as naturally as possible in the direction of HanKyung. He finally reached him, not touching him at first, but only dancing along with him.
HanKyung kept on dancing as well. HeeChul looked up at him. It wasn't easy at all to make out the expression of the other one, but he didn't seem surprised or in any way affected. There was no reaction at all.
HeeChul didn't care. He turned his back toward HanKyung, rubbing his ass against HanKyung's crotch.
HanKyung went along with HeeChul's dancing and so, HeeChul continued with his plan, slowly wrapping his arms around HanKyung's neck and pulling him even closer.
HanKyung moaned in his ear, causing the other one to shiver slightly. He had adored that voice. He still did.
HeeChul felt the heat and the ecstasy, and he let out small moans as well when HanKyung's hand rubbed over his crotch.
HanKyung turned HeeChul with one swift move around and grabbed his ass firmly, starting to feel him up.
HeeChul let him do what he wanted. He still was in control, he just enjoyed the other's hands for a little while.
HeeChul looked up into HanKyung's glassy eyes. His heart beat a little bit faster. Their gazes didn't allow them to look away in such an intense moment.
HeeChul thought, HanKyung seemed to recognize him while they were staring at each other, and he challenged the other one to shove him away. He didn't. HanKyung was too drunk to realize who was standing in front of him right now.
HeeChul smirked. Everything was going perfectly fine.
HanKyung, not knowing the reason for HeeChul's smirk, returned it and kissed him harshly.
HeeChul yelped, wanting to push HanKyung away, but in the last moment, he decided otherwise, pulling him even closer and licking HanKyung's lips, his right cheek up until he reached his ear. "Let's go," he whispered seductively and groped the other's ass as harshly to emphasize his intention.
HanKyung put his lips on HeeChul's once again, licking his lips and their tongues fought and danced with each other.
"Alright, beautiful," HanKyung replied sexily and HeeChul led HanKyung out of the crowd, away from the people, not knowing where they were heading, but soon reaching a couch. No people were around.
HanKyung pressed HeeChul down and climbed onto him. HeeChul was surprised. He hadn't suspected HanKyung to still effort that much energy, and before HeeChul could react, he was already stipped to his boxers.
HeeChul blinked a few times. How could HanKyung do this while he was that drunk, he wondered, but before HanKyung managed to take off his boxers as well, HeeChul pulled HanKyung's arms to his neck, wrapping them around him and kissed him deeply. HeeChul was pretty good in distracting and soon, HanKyung was weak enough for HeeChul to wiggle his way out and away from under HanKyung. HeeChul pressed HanKyung against the couch with all his might and quickly undressed him. A hand started to rub the other one's member firmly. HeeChul could feel HanKyung's member was already hard and throbbing.
HanKyung gasped when HeeChul pulled his trousers and boxers down at once and freed his member, which now stood proudly up.
HanKyung was panting. His hands roamed over HeeChul's almost naked body, rubbing his nipples firmly, but HeeChul noticed the other one's hands weren't coordinated at all.
HeeChul started to feel dizzy. This was too much. He hated HanKyung. He hated him for leaving. He hated him to death.
"You dirty bastard," HeeChul hissed angrily, but at the same time, he realized that he still liked him. He still remembered him, them together. He still remembered how they had kissed. He remembered how he had sucked HanKyung until he came into his mouth with so much force HeeChul almost couldn't take it. He still remembered how HanKyung had fucked him, rough and without mercy. But the worst thing was, that HeeChul still remembered that he had enjoyed it.
HanKyung seemed to get his mind clearer for HeeChul felt how he managed to grope his ass and push a finger into his hole.
HeeChul didn't even wince. He could take it. He wouldn't let HanKyung hurt him. This was nothing. Nothing at all.
HeeChul leaned forward and kissed HanKyung once again. This was the last time. After this night, they would never see each other again. They would never talk again. After this night, HeeChul swore, he would forget HanKyung forever and erase him in his heart.
HeeChul shifted slightly, pushing down onto HanKyung's finger and hissing a breatheless "More," into his ear.
HanKyung replied. "So sexy," he whispered quietly.
HeeChul grabbed HanKyung's member, pumping it harshly, causing the other one to moan loudly.
HeeChul loved that sound.
"Tell me your name," HanKyung suddenly demanded between pants and moans.
HeeChul almost stopped. HanKyung didn't recognize him at all. They had broken up only two days ago. HeeChul was shocked, but made sure that the other one didn't notice. He just encreased the pace with which he was treating HanKyung's member.
HanKyung pulled his fingers out. "Won't you tell me? But I'd like to know the name of the one I'm going to fuck so hard that you won't be able to work properly for a week afterwards," he warned with his hoarse voice.
HeeChul shuddered slightly, but shook his head. "I won't tell you," he hissed, straddled HanKyung's body and lifted himself up. He teased himself with the tip of HanKyung's member, never letting it past his tight ring of muscles in his hole.
HanKyung moaned shamelessly.
HeeChul rolled his eyes. But suddenly, he didn't feel sure with this anymore. He didn't want this actually. He did it to forget HanKyung. Was this even possible after tonight? He was even afraid for HanKyung to enter him fully. HeeChul was afraid it might hurt him more than he expected. He didn't want to be weak. He didn't want to lose control, but the longer he hesitated, the impatienter HanKyung became, and he already reached for HeeChul to pull him down.
HeeChul slapped HanKyung's hands away and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He had done this so many times already. HanKyung filling him up to the brink was an amazing feeling which HeeChul had always loved.
HanKyung smirked. "Are you scared, bitch?" HanKyung teased, his voice clearly giving away how drunken his was and it still was amazing how he managed to say one whole sentence.
HeeChul laughed hollowly. A fake laugh that ended as suddenly as it had started and HeeChul slapped the other one harshly. HanKyung seemed quite surprised with his mouth open in shock as HeeChul finally lowered himself onto the other's member.
Both were moaning in ecstasy.
"You won't hurt me again," HeeChul muttered under his breath and lifted himself up, just to slam down again.
HanKyung's member filled HeeChul's hole completely. HeeChul suddenly had to blink furiously for the tears to prevent from falling. HanKyung was the one with him right now. It just felt like before, when they still had been lovers. Everything felt so familiar.
"Oh, yes, yes, oh, you-" HanKyung moaned faintly while HeeChul balanced himself with his palms on the other's chest.
It felt so good. HeeChul moaned along with HanKyung while stroking himself. This would be the last time. After this, he was sure, he'd be free once again, and so, he kept going.
HeeChul clenched tightly around HanKyung who had started to thrust up into him. His hands were on his hips.
HeeChul was trembling slightly and with one hand, HanKyung pulled him down for a bruising kiss.
They broke the kiss when the pleasure became too immense, but everything came to an halt as HanKyung opened his mouth and spoke, barely a whisper. "HeeChul?"
HeeChul didn't react, even though he felt tears forming in his eyes. His heart started to lose control. HanKyung remembered. HanKyung hadn't forgotten.
HeeChul kept their steady rhythm up and even encreased the pace, and soon, HanKyung had already forgotten again due to the pleasure.
Their moans became louder. HeeChul leaned down and licked HanKyung's cheek. He trailed down to his neck, biting the skin there and leaving angry marks. HanKyung should remember. HeeChul would forget, but he wanted HanKyung to remember and suffer just like him.
HeeChul felt his climax was close. He threw his head back and soon, he spilled his seed onto HanKyung's chest. He was panting heavily while HanKyung was still thrusting up into him.
HeeChul wanted to get up, but was stopped midway when HanKyung pulled him down focefully.
HeeChul groaned and bit his lower lip. "Bastard," he hissed angrily. He felt HanKyung's cum filling his hole, but was still panting and trying to catch his breath before he could lift himself off of him.
Cum flowed down his legs. HeeChul felt disgusted and so, he smiled in satisfaction.
"Now we're finally through," he said while wearing his boxers and trousers, not caring to clean himself beforehand.
HanKyung looked at him. His eyes were shimmering and he was panting. He was drunk, but he seemed to be assured that he just had fucked HeeChul, the one he had broken up with two days ago.
HeeChul smirked. "I won't look for you. We won't meet anymore. So don't look for me anymore either," he warned smugly and slapped HanKyung's face hard.
HanKyung stared at HeeChul, obviously taken aback. Tears were filling his eyes, not due to the slap, but due to the heartache he was feeling all of a sudden. Yet, HanKyung wasn't even given a chance to talk, before the other one turned and left.
"Goodbye forever," HeeChul mumbled.
No one was able to hear it.