[FanFic] A Pink Affair
Title: A Pink Affair
Pairing: Kibum/Heechul
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Heechul surprises Kibum on the set of his latest CF photoshoot and expresses his displeasure about a certain pink shirt he is wearing...
Disclaimer: I don't own Super Junior... just this fic.
A/N: BETA-ed by keisatsu .
“Ok, good good... That’s it, that’s it! Ah, good! Mmm, I love it!”
Kibum smiled and continued to move, creating different poses with his body and flashing his lethal smile while the camera continued to flash away. Another day, another CF promotion. But Kibum didn’t mind all that much. He enjoyed the work, enjoyed getting to act - even if it was just in commercials. It would do for the time being while he was busy picking out his next drama for his acting comeback.
Today he was sporting a pink shirt that faded to white at the bottom with jeans and a purple scarf around his neck. His hair was done in a half ponytail and slicked back nicely to give him a more mature appearance. Truly, he looked like any normal CF star - handsome and happy.
The door opened to the studio and in walked a slender man wearing black shades, a red shirt imprinted with a white heart, and tight-fitted black pants. No one noticed him at first. And when they did, they didn’t say anything. There wasn’t any need to once they recognized Heechul. They just assumed he was here to check-in with his dongsaeng.
“Okay, everyone, you got thirty minutes for lunch and then you need to be back here ready for the next round of shots. Kibum-ah, good job. Keep up the good work!” the director said as everyone started to disband.
“Thanks, hyung-nim.” Kibum sighed and walked off, his eyes on his feet as he headed towards his dressing room. He passed the feminine-looking man without a second thought until something clicked. Pausing, he turned back and saw Heechul watching him through his shades.
“Hyung?! What are you doing here?” Kibum asked, a smile coming to his lips.
Heechul didn’t say anything as he grabbed Kibum’s arm and dragged him along with him.
“Heechul, what the hell?!” Kibum protested as he was shoved into the dressing room.
Heechul followed and locked the door behind him, advancing on Kibum. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing wearing that pink shirt?”
Kibum looked down at the shirt he was wearing and then back up at Heechul. He was confused at first but it didn’t take him long to come to a realization. Unlike the other members of Super Junior, Kibum was sharp. He wasn’t easily fooled. Not even by the trickiest of his hyungs aka Kim Heechul.
“Are you serious, Heechul? This is about my freakin’ shirt?!”
“IT’S PINK, Kibum! That’s MY color!” Heechul practically whined as he took his shades off and threw them at Kibum, “MINE!”
Kibum easily dodged the shades and watched Heechul throw his little hissy fit. Somehow he knew this wasn’t completely about the pink shirt he was wearing. Heechul wouldn’t come all this way just to complain about a stupid shirt, despite what people thought of him. He could have just called, right?
“This isn’t about the shirt, is it, hyung?”
“What?! OF COURSE IT IS! You’re committing blasphemy right now! I should set Siwon on your sorry ass!”
“Are you sure you want Siwon all up on my ass, or yourself?” Kibum asked, a smirk playing on his lips and an eyebrow raised. He quickly slipped out of the pink shirt and threw it towards Heechul, now standing half-naked in front of the older boy, “And isn’t it me who’s usually all up on your ass?”
Heechul stood there breathless as he watched Kibum stripped. He loved it when the younger boy talked all rough like that. It never failed to make his pants tight.
Kibum closed the distance between himself and Heechul. “Admit it, hyung, you came here because you missed...” His hand brushed against Heechul’s crotch. The elder moaned, eyes closing at the sensation. “...me.” Kibum whispered.
Without warning, Kibum grabbed Heechul’s arms and flung him around, pushing him up against the dressing room table, back to the lit-up mirror. He made quick work in getting Heechul undressed and getting his own jeans and boxers off. Then his lips were smashed against Heechul’s. His tongue looped around the others as he reached a hand down and squeezed Heechul’s erect cock.
“Kibum!” Heechul screamed at the sudden pressure put on his erection. His hips bucked into Kibum’s hand, urging him to move, to stroke him fast like he liked. Kibum’s hands slid down Heechul’s length and paused, his finger lightly teasing the head. Heechul groaned and thrust his hips into Kibum’s hand again.
“Needy today, aren’t we? What a little slut,” Kibum whispered into Heechul’s ear. He teased the slit of Heechul’s cock with his fingernail, making the older boy shiver.
Kibum pumped his hand up and down Heechul’s cock as he nipped and kissed his way down Heechul’s neck. Heechul moaned loudly as Kibum’s teeth nibbled at his nipples.
“Kibum-ah, I’m going to...” Heechul panted, his breathing getting heavier and heavier as he neared his release.
“Come for me, hyung. Show me how much you missed me.” Kibum gave one last squeeze to Heechul’s cock and that was just enough to make Heechul go over the edge. He screamed Kibum’s name as he came in the other’s hand, writhing against the other boy’s body.
Kibum pulled his hand away from Heechul’s cock and held the boy in his strong arms as he recovered from his high. Then he pulled him away from him, looking directly into his eyes. “My turn.”
Heechul was turned around and leaned over the table, a smile spread across his lips. This is why he loved Kibum. The boy just kept on going.
Kibum spread Heechul’s legs apart and placed his cock at Heechul’s entrance. He glanced up into the mirror at his and Heechul’s reflections. The very sight of himself getting ready to pound into the older man in front of him almost made him lose it, but he was able to compose himself, as always.
“Look, hyung. Look at yourself. Letting yourself being dominated by me. Such a beautiful sight,” Kibum leaned down to whisper to Heechul. Heechul moaned as he felt Kibum’s head press into him from the action. He became hard again.
Kibum plunged into Heechul. The older boy screamed, not in pain but in pure pleasure. And Kibum knew Heechul. He knew the older boy had an addiction for him - for the boisterous sex he was always willing to provide.
Kibum’s pace was fast as he pounded into Heechul hard. His eyes never left the reflection of the two of them in the mirror. His eyes never left Heechul’s flushed face. He didn’t want to miss a moment of the moans, the groans, the screams that escaped from his luscious pink lips. And they were all because of him.
Kibum shifted his hips and slammed into Heechul again. Heechul screamed and Kibum knew he had hit the spot he was aiming for. A few more thrusts hitting that exact spot and Heechul came, for the second time that day, screaming Kibum’s name.
The sight of Heechul’s writhing body as the boy hit his orgasm and the tightness he felt clenched around him threw Kibum over the edge. He bit down into the older boy’s shoulder as he released himself inside Heechul, filling him with his warmth.
Kibum pulled out of Heechul slowly and had to help the older boy to his feet. Heechul grinned and placed a light kiss on Kibum’s cheek.
“I did miss you, Kibummie.”
“I know you did. It was quite obvious.”
Heechul laughed, “Dang, and I was trying so hard not to come off as such a needy prat.”
Kibum rolled his eyes. He went and picked up his clothes and started re-dressing himself.
“All this just because of a pink shirt? How’d you even know?”
“Stylist-noona sent me a picture. She thought I’d like to see how it looked on you. She just didn’t know how much I liked how it looked on you,” Heechul explained as he dressed himself, “But Kibummie, I’m serious...”
“What?”
“Never wear pink again.”
Pairing: Kibum/Heechul
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Heechul surprises Kibum on the set of his latest CF photoshoot and expresses his displeasure about a certain pink shirt he is wearing...
Disclaimer: I don't own Super Junior... just this fic.
A/N: BETA-ed by keisatsu .
“Ok, good good... That’s it, that’s it! Ah, good! Mmm, I love it!”
Kibum smiled and continued to move, creating different poses with his body and flashing his lethal smile while the camera continued to flash away. Another day, another CF promotion. But Kibum didn’t mind all that much. He enjoyed the work, enjoyed getting to act - even if it was just in commercials. It would do for the time being while he was busy picking out his next drama for his acting comeback.
Today he was sporting a pink shirt that faded to white at the bottom with jeans and a purple scarf around his neck. His hair was done in a half ponytail and slicked back nicely to give him a more mature appearance. Truly, he looked like any normal CF star - handsome and happy.
The door opened to the studio and in walked a slender man wearing black shades, a red shirt imprinted with a white heart, and tight-fitted black pants. No one noticed him at first. And when they did, they didn’t say anything. There wasn’t any need to once they recognized Heechul. They just assumed he was here to check-in with his dongsaeng.
“Okay, everyone, you got thirty minutes for lunch and then you need to be back here ready for the next round of shots. Kibum-ah, good job. Keep up the good work!” the director said as everyone started to disband.
“Thanks, hyung-nim.” Kibum sighed and walked off, his eyes on his feet as he headed towards his dressing room. He passed the feminine-looking man without a second thought until something clicked. Pausing, he turned back and saw Heechul watching him through his shades.
“Hyung?! What are you doing here?” Kibum asked, a smile coming to his lips.
Heechul didn’t say anything as he grabbed Kibum’s arm and dragged him along with him.
“Heechul, what the hell?!” Kibum protested as he was shoved into the dressing room.
Heechul followed and locked the door behind him, advancing on Kibum. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing wearing that pink shirt?”
Kibum looked down at the shirt he was wearing and then back up at Heechul. He was confused at first but it didn’t take him long to come to a realization. Unlike the other members of Super Junior, Kibum was sharp. He wasn’t easily fooled. Not even by the trickiest of his hyungs aka Kim Heechul.
“Are you serious, Heechul? This is about my freakin’ shirt?!”
“IT’S PINK, Kibum! That’s MY color!” Heechul practically whined as he took his shades off and threw them at Kibum, “MINE!”
Kibum easily dodged the shades and watched Heechul throw his little hissy fit. Somehow he knew this wasn’t completely about the pink shirt he was wearing. Heechul wouldn’t come all this way just to complain about a stupid shirt, despite what people thought of him. He could have just called, right?
“This isn’t about the shirt, is it, hyung?”
“What?! OF COURSE IT IS! You’re committing blasphemy right now! I should set Siwon on your sorry ass!”
“Are you sure you want Siwon all up on my ass, or yourself?” Kibum asked, a smirk playing on his lips and an eyebrow raised. He quickly slipped out of the pink shirt and threw it towards Heechul, now standing half-naked in front of the older boy, “And isn’t it me who’s usually all up on your ass?”
Heechul stood there breathless as he watched Kibum stripped. He loved it when the younger boy talked all rough like that. It never failed to make his pants tight.
Kibum closed the distance between himself and Heechul. “Admit it, hyung, you came here because you missed...” His hand brushed against Heechul’s crotch. The elder moaned, eyes closing at the sensation. “...me.” Kibum whispered.
Without warning, Kibum grabbed Heechul’s arms and flung him around, pushing him up against the dressing room table, back to the lit-up mirror. He made quick work in getting Heechul undressed and getting his own jeans and boxers off. Then his lips were smashed against Heechul’s. His tongue looped around the others as he reached a hand down and squeezed Heechul’s erect cock.
“Kibum!” Heechul screamed at the sudden pressure put on his erection. His hips bucked into Kibum’s hand, urging him to move, to stroke him fast like he liked. Kibum’s hands slid down Heechul’s length and paused, his finger lightly teasing the head. Heechul groaned and thrust his hips into Kibum’s hand again.
“Needy today, aren’t we? What a little slut,” Kibum whispered into Heechul’s ear. He teased the slit of Heechul’s cock with his fingernail, making the older boy shiver.
Kibum pumped his hand up and down Heechul’s cock as he nipped and kissed his way down Heechul’s neck. Heechul moaned loudly as Kibum’s teeth nibbled at his nipples.
“Kibum-ah, I’m going to...” Heechul panted, his breathing getting heavier and heavier as he neared his release.
“Come for me, hyung. Show me how much you missed me.” Kibum gave one last squeeze to Heechul’s cock and that was just enough to make Heechul go over the edge. He screamed Kibum’s name as he came in the other’s hand, writhing against the other boy’s body.
Kibum pulled his hand away from Heechul’s cock and held the boy in his strong arms as he recovered from his high. Then he pulled him away from him, looking directly into his eyes. “My turn.”
Heechul was turned around and leaned over the table, a smile spread across his lips. This is why he loved Kibum. The boy just kept on going.
Kibum spread Heechul’s legs apart and placed his cock at Heechul’s entrance. He glanced up into the mirror at his and Heechul’s reflections. The very sight of himself getting ready to pound into the older man in front of him almost made him lose it, but he was able to compose himself, as always.
“Look, hyung. Look at yourself. Letting yourself being dominated by me. Such a beautiful sight,” Kibum leaned down to whisper to Heechul. Heechul moaned as he felt Kibum’s head press into him from the action. He became hard again.
Kibum plunged into Heechul. The older boy screamed, not in pain but in pure pleasure. And Kibum knew Heechul. He knew the older boy had an addiction for him - for the boisterous sex he was always willing to provide.
Kibum’s pace was fast as he pounded into Heechul hard. His eyes never left the reflection of the two of them in the mirror. His eyes never left Heechul’s flushed face. He didn’t want to miss a moment of the moans, the groans, the screams that escaped from his luscious pink lips. And they were all because of him.
Kibum shifted his hips and slammed into Heechul again. Heechul screamed and Kibum knew he had hit the spot he was aiming for. A few more thrusts hitting that exact spot and Heechul came, for the second time that day, screaming Kibum’s name.
The sight of Heechul’s writhing body as the boy hit his orgasm and the tightness he felt clenched around him threw Kibum over the edge. He bit down into the older boy’s shoulder as he released himself inside Heechul, filling him with his warmth.
Kibum pulled out of Heechul slowly and had to help the older boy to his feet. Heechul grinned and placed a light kiss on Kibum’s cheek.
“I did miss you, Kibummie.”
“I know you did. It was quite obvious.”
Heechul laughed, “Dang, and I was trying so hard not to come off as such a needy prat.”
Kibum rolled his eyes. He went and picked up his clothes and started re-dressing himself.
“All this just because of a pink shirt? How’d you even know?”
“Stylist-noona sent me a picture. She thought I’d like to see how it looked on you. She just didn’t know how much I liked how it looked on you,” Heechul explained as he dressed himself, “But Kibummie, I’m serious...”
“What?”
“Never wear pink again.”