[HanChul] Beijing Bus Fun
Pairing: HanChul
Fandom: Super JuniorRating: NC-17 (you have been warned.)
Lenght: Two-Shot -still incomplete-
“When is your plane arriving?” I asked.
“Around 1:30 PM,” a voice spoke from the other side of the phone.
“I’ll come pick you up.” I informed him.
“No, of course you wouldn’t come pick me up. I’m going to find you using my nose. I can smell your Beijing fried rice and your Chinese butt all the way from Korea. ” Heechul hissed from the other side, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Then I guess there’s no need for me to come pick you up.” I said.
“YAH!” he shouted.
I giggled, I could feel him pouting on the other side of the phone.
“I’m gonna hang up!” Heechul threatened.
“And what’s gonna happen after that?” a smirk crept over my lips.
“Screw you and your Beijing fried ass.”
“You are gonna have a lot of chances to show me how to do that, when you come.”
“Heechul, go to bed!” another voice was heard in the background.
“Fine, I’m going!” he replied. “I have to hang up now, see you in China!”
“Sleep well,” I said and left the phone on the nightstand.
~
I was waiting at the airport for Heechul to arrive. The speaker had announced that the plane had landed about 15 minutes ago. I was waiting eagerly and, yet, when he came out, I was caught off guard. Whatever was standing in front of my eyes was definitely something new for me. Heechul was wearing trainers, seemingly bigger than he himself was. The jeans he wore were gangster-type, the bottom almost reaching his ankles. He had a white T-shirt on, which went a little over the butt. But this was not the most disturbing of all. Heechul, the Kim Heechul, who always loved to show and whip his hair back and forth, was wearing a hat. A cap. That’s when I realized that something was wrong.
“YAHH! HANGENG, MA HOMIE! HOW YA DOIN’?!” his voice echoed loudly across the big room.
This wasn’t happening…
“Flight number KR 437 has arrived.” the robotic female voice of the speaker announced.
That was Heechul’s flight. Then I realized that I had fallen asleep on the bench. Oh, thank GOODNESS.
I waited around 20 more minutes before I saw him coming out. The first thing I saw was that he was wearing the same shirt as the one from my dream.
“Oh dear God…” I murmured in Korean.
“YAH!” he stared to yell.
Oh God… please…
“Come help me with my luggage!” he all but commanded.
I sighed in relief and went to help him out, not bothering to mention my awkward dream. Just because I’d probably get killed if I told him what I saw him wearing.
I smiled and I took his bags from him, as he simply threw himself at me.
“HANNIE!” he yelled as my eyes widened at the sudden change in his mood.
“How was the flight?” I asked as I left the bags on the floor and hugged him back.
“Awful,” he murmured.
“There was this strange kid next to me... He kept trying to touch my hair...” he continued, whining.
“Gegeee…” a thin voice pierced through my ears.
I felt Heechul shiver in my arms. He turned his head around. The look in his eyes – as if a gazelle saw a smiling tiger.
A little kid passed us, waving, with an ear to ear grin on his face. I felt Heechul’s grip tighten on me. He’d usually throw death glares, and I don’t know what the kid did, but Heechul was… scared.
“C-Chulie. Let’s go!” he just nodded as I let go of him and picked the bags up.
Then we headed for the bus stop.
“Soo... Was the kid that terrifying?” I joked.
He just glared at me, apparently not finding my joke all-that-funny. I got the hint and decided to shut up. It was for my own good.
The bus arrived. We got in quickly and placed the bags in the luggage area above our heads. I sat next to the window, Heechul next to me. Then suddenly I remembered the kid from the airport and I started laughing. Heechul looked at me, confused. When I saw his face things just got even worse. The laughter just kept coming out.
“Seriously…” I managed to say between giggles.
He apparently figured out what I was laughing at and smacked the back of my head. Typical. He turned to the other side, sulking.
“Aww, come on, sunshine!” I said, resting my hand on his shoulder.
But he ignored me. I knew it was pointless to convince him to look at me right now, so I simply gave up and turned, gazing out the window. I seem to have fallen asleep after that.
“Mmm,” I felt something touching me.
“Ahh,” pleasure flushed throughout my whole body.
“Shh,” I felt someone’s hot breath on my ear. “This is your punishment for making fun of me earlier.”
I struck my eyes open.
“Heechu- Ah-” I bit my bottom lip to hold back a moan, Heechul was rubbing my member through my pants.
The bus was quiet. Most of the people were asleep, others listening to music. And that obviously was the atmosphere Heechul needed to put his plan in to action. These hands of his. Oh, how much I had missed them. But for God’s sake. We were in a bus full of people, which kind of seemed amusing for him. For one thing I was glad, I was holding my jacket in my lap.
“Heechul stop i-mff” I tried to stop him, but my words were replaced with a muffled moan, as he tightened his grip.
“Don’t tell me what to do.”Heechul hissed, his smirk never leaving those damn lips. Those lips I wanted to kiss and seal off with duct tape at the same time.
I was trying my best not to scream, as he continued massaging my clothed member, but it was so hard. He had a triumphant smile on his face as he looked at me suffering. I loved him, but I hated him. He was the kinkiest person I’ve ever met, but this was just too much, what if someone hears me? Or sees me.
I felt hot, as a much known sensation slowly started growing in my stomach. If he kept on doing this, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
“You must know best to never mess up with Kim Heechul.” He whispered in my ear, his husky voice sending chills down my spine, making things worse, as I felt my pants become impossibly tighter.
I held in a groan as he caressed again.
“Ah, already this hard, Hannie?” he softly giggled.
I ignored everything he said but my name. He made it sound like a dirty word when it came from his lips. Suddenly I felt my pants loosen.
Oh no, he did not!
I felt his hand make its way in my pants, the contact driving me insane. I tilted my head backwards, mouthing his name.
“Ah, ah, what was that again?” he said cockily.
“H-Heechul...” I whispered gripping at my jacket.
“Hmm?” he murmured, licking his lips.
His tender fingers going up and down my throbbing member.
“What do you want, Hangeng-sshi?” he teased.
“Don’t make me say it here.” I eyed him, my look threatening him.
Suddenly I felt myself inhale sharply as he gripped my member hard, biting his lower lip, his eyes never looking away from mine.
“Say it.”
“Say what you want. Hangeng.”
I tilted my head back, opening my mouth as all of the oxygen inside my body escaped.
“Hangeng.”
“Finish it.” I breathed in his ear.
“Finish what?” he loosened his grip.
“Haa.. Hee-Heechul...” my body temperature getting higher with the second.
I grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him closer, breathing heavily against his ear.
“P-Please…”
I knew Heechul couldn’t resist this. We had to get off soon anyway. A smirk went across his face as he grabbed my member hard again and started pumping it.
“F-Faster!” I buried my face in his hair, whispering into his ear.
His movement became smoother, faster, harder...
As I felt the sweet sensation grow up in my stomach, Heechul’s telephone “fell” on the ground. I lost it when his sweet mouth engulfed my need. The moment I felt his hot saliva all over my erection, I was so close, that I only needed a few pumps.
“Heechul…” I moaned his name in a whisper, gripping his hair, my eyes shut, as I released.
With a few licks, Heechul was able to ‘clean up the mess’.
“Ah, I found it~” he said, his smirk still visible as he got up, holding his phone high in the air.
I just sighed, looking at the black haired male in front of me. I felt a wave of relief go through my body as I quickly zipped my pants.
Seriously, there were some moments when I was wondering whether he was just plain evil, or a goddamned idiot.
The bus came to a halt as it reached the station where we had to get off. I took down one of the bags from above, Heechul grabbing the next one after me.
“You owe me.” I stopped behind him, as he tilted his head, that damn grin lighting up his face.
________________________________________
NG section~
In the process of “creating”..
The main interaction between the characters was Tin’s idea a.k.a. the ‘bus fun’ time. We were in the bus, on our way to Eve’s house for a sleepover. We were drinking brain-freezers and…yes. Our sick minds. People wouldn’t stop staring at us as we would be laughing hysterically. During the process of writing in the evening, Eve was desperately trying to make contact with Marta – our Hero, Golden Beta tester, Ultimate Uke, Nazi Grammar, Eve’s pheasant, our wife, child, and etc. She’s just simply one epic piece of awesome sauce. But Marta didn’t pick up. Maybe in some way she knew, what was coming, so she would decide to go to bed at 9:30pm, when she’s usually be still on the computer at 2am. BUT YAH, WE LOVE HER.
Eve: *trying to make Kangin feisu (>:()*
Eve: *stares at Tin*
Tin: *glares back* You look like an enraged Chinese.
Tin: *thinking*How about this…” Suddenly he whispers in my ear.”
Eve: …”Luke, I’m your father.”
Tin: “as my pants tightened”
*Thinking on the fic*
Tin: …. They are In China, damn it… And they are speaking Korean…
Eve: *dictating* “Just say it already. We’re surrounded by Chinese people..”
Tin: … “Even if you say it, they won’t understand you.”
*insert sarcasm here* …
Eve: “I made a Chinese puppy face and he finally obeyed.”
Eve: *blabbering*
Tin: You just gave me an idea to continue my fic!
Eve: YOUR FIC? It’s our baby! HA! *turns around dramatically*
Tin: *rofl*
Eve: How do you say… grabbed his hair? (In Bulgarian)
Tin: Well… gripped or grabbed..
Eve: Gripped!
Tin: My Chinese Pony!
Eve: My hand is a dolphin. (with an idiotic accent)
Tin: Let me ride you hard. (insert the same accent twice :D)
Gear Dod… (Dear God)
~~~
Wrote this on crack..
RANDOM(K) BUS PERSON’S POV:
There were these people… two men, talking in a foreign language. One of them was tugging at the other’s shirt, his face so red as if he was about to poop his pants. Maybe he was angry, but from my seat it looked like a baby clinging on its mother, asking for a pee.
~~~
When Marta read the NG-s.
Marta: Remove the Ultimate Uke part. I’m not ultimate uke D:
Eve: … YES YOU ARE.
Marta: I can be seme! *dramatic pose*
Eve: Sure, Marta…sure….
Marta: I can! Ask Russia 8D
Eve: ... you and Ivan make uke sex. :C it doesn't count
Marta: Heeey, that's not true! )< We're the semes of the world, how can we make 'uke sex'? xD (Fuck, you're right... :/)
Eve: .....
“Around 1:30 PM,” a voice spoke from the other side of the phone.
“I’ll come pick you up.” I informed him.
“No, of course you wouldn’t come pick me up. I’m going to find you using my nose. I can smell your Beijing fried rice and your Chinese butt all the way from Korea. ” Heechul hissed from the other side, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Then I guess there’s no need for me to come pick you up.” I said.
“YAH!” he shouted.
I giggled, I could feel him pouting on the other side of the phone.
“I’m gonna hang up!” Heechul threatened.
“And what’s gonna happen after that?” a smirk crept over my lips.
“Screw you and your Beijing fried ass.”
“You are gonna have a lot of chances to show me how to do that, when you come.”
“Heechul, go to bed!” another voice was heard in the background.
“Fine, I’m going!” he replied. “I have to hang up now, see you in China!”
“Sleep well,” I said and left the phone on the nightstand.
~
I was waiting at the airport for Heechul to arrive. The speaker had announced that the plane had landed about 15 minutes ago. I was waiting eagerly and, yet, when he came out, I was caught off guard. Whatever was standing in front of my eyes was definitely something new for me. Heechul was wearing trainers, seemingly bigger than he himself was. The jeans he wore were gangster-type, the bottom almost reaching his ankles. He had a white T-shirt on, which went a little over the butt. But this was not the most disturbing of all. Heechul, the Kim Heechul, who always loved to show and whip his hair back and forth, was wearing a hat. A cap. That’s when I realized that something was wrong.
“YAHH! HANGENG, MA HOMIE! HOW YA DOIN’?!” his voice echoed loudly across the big room.
This wasn’t happening…
“Flight number KR 437 has arrived.” the robotic female voice of the speaker announced.
That was Heechul’s flight. Then I realized that I had fallen asleep on the bench. Oh, thank GOODNESS.
I waited around 20 more minutes before I saw him coming out. The first thing I saw was that he was wearing the same shirt as the one from my dream.
“Oh dear God…” I murmured in Korean.
“YAH!” he stared to yell.
Oh God… please…
“Come help me with my luggage!” he all but commanded.
I sighed in relief and went to help him out, not bothering to mention my awkward dream. Just because I’d probably get killed if I told him what I saw him wearing.
I smiled and I took his bags from him, as he simply threw himself at me.
“HANNIE!” he yelled as my eyes widened at the sudden change in his mood.
“How was the flight?” I asked as I left the bags on the floor and hugged him back.
“Awful,” he murmured.
“There was this strange kid next to me... He kept trying to touch my hair...” he continued, whining.
“Gegeee…” a thin voice pierced through my ears.
I felt Heechul shiver in my arms. He turned his head around. The look in his eyes – as if a gazelle saw a smiling tiger.
A little kid passed us, waving, with an ear to ear grin on his face. I felt Heechul’s grip tighten on me. He’d usually throw death glares, and I don’t know what the kid did, but Heechul was… scared.
“C-Chulie. Let’s go!” he just nodded as I let go of him and picked the bags up.
Then we headed for the bus stop.
“Soo... Was the kid that terrifying?” I joked.
He just glared at me, apparently not finding my joke all-that-funny. I got the hint and decided to shut up. It was for my own good.
The bus arrived. We got in quickly and placed the bags in the luggage area above our heads. I sat next to the window, Heechul next to me. Then suddenly I remembered the kid from the airport and I started laughing. Heechul looked at me, confused. When I saw his face things just got even worse. The laughter just kept coming out.
“Seriously…” I managed to say between giggles.
He apparently figured out what I was laughing at and smacked the back of my head. Typical. He turned to the other side, sulking.
“Aww, come on, sunshine!” I said, resting my hand on his shoulder.
But he ignored me. I knew it was pointless to convince him to look at me right now, so I simply gave up and turned, gazing out the window. I seem to have fallen asleep after that.
“Mmm,” I felt something touching me.
“Ahh,” pleasure flushed throughout my whole body.
“Shh,” I felt someone’s hot breath on my ear. “This is your punishment for making fun of me earlier.”
I struck my eyes open.
“Heechu- Ah-” I bit my bottom lip to hold back a moan, Heechul was rubbing my member through my pants.
The bus was quiet. Most of the people were asleep, others listening to music. And that obviously was the atmosphere Heechul needed to put his plan in to action. These hands of his. Oh, how much I had missed them. But for God’s sake. We were in a bus full of people, which kind of seemed amusing for him. For one thing I was glad, I was holding my jacket in my lap.
“Heechul stop i-mff” I tried to stop him, but my words were replaced with a muffled moan, as he tightened his grip.
“Don’t tell me what to do.”Heechul hissed, his smirk never leaving those damn lips. Those lips I wanted to kiss and seal off with duct tape at the same time.
I was trying my best not to scream, as he continued massaging my clothed member, but it was so hard. He had a triumphant smile on his face as he looked at me suffering. I loved him, but I hated him. He was the kinkiest person I’ve ever met, but this was just too much, what if someone hears me? Or sees me.
I felt hot, as a much known sensation slowly started growing in my stomach. If he kept on doing this, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
“You must know best to never mess up with Kim Heechul.” He whispered in my ear, his husky voice sending chills down my spine, making things worse, as I felt my pants become impossibly tighter.
I held in a groan as he caressed again.
“Ah, already this hard, Hannie?” he softly giggled.
I ignored everything he said but my name. He made it sound like a dirty word when it came from his lips. Suddenly I felt my pants loosen.
Oh no, he did not!
I felt his hand make its way in my pants, the contact driving me insane. I tilted my head backwards, mouthing his name.
“Ah, ah, what was that again?” he said cockily.
“H-Heechul...” I whispered gripping at my jacket.
“Hmm?” he murmured, licking his lips.
His tender fingers going up and down my throbbing member.
“What do you want, Hangeng-sshi?” he teased.
“Don’t make me say it here.” I eyed him, my look threatening him.
Suddenly I felt myself inhale sharply as he gripped my member hard, biting his lower lip, his eyes never looking away from mine.
“Say it.”
“Say what you want. Hangeng.”
I tilted my head back, opening my mouth as all of the oxygen inside my body escaped.
“Hangeng.”
“Finish it.” I breathed in his ear.
“Finish what?” he loosened his grip.
“Haa.. Hee-Heechul...” my body temperature getting higher with the second.
I grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him closer, breathing heavily against his ear.
“P-Please…”
I knew Heechul couldn’t resist this. We had to get off soon anyway. A smirk went across his face as he grabbed my member hard again and started pumping it.
“F-Faster!” I buried my face in his hair, whispering into his ear.
His movement became smoother, faster, harder...
As I felt the sweet sensation grow up in my stomach, Heechul’s telephone “fell” on the ground. I lost it when his sweet mouth engulfed my need. The moment I felt his hot saliva all over my erection, I was so close, that I only needed a few pumps.
“Heechul…” I moaned his name in a whisper, gripping his hair, my eyes shut, as I released.
With a few licks, Heechul was able to ‘clean up the mess’.
“Ah, I found it~” he said, his smirk still visible as he got up, holding his phone high in the air.
I just sighed, looking at the black haired male in front of me. I felt a wave of relief go through my body as I quickly zipped my pants.
Seriously, there were some moments when I was wondering whether he was just plain evil, or a goddamned idiot.
The bus came to a halt as it reached the station where we had to get off. I took down one of the bags from above, Heechul grabbing the next one after me.
“You owe me.” I stopped behind him, as he tilted his head, that damn grin lighting up his face.
________________________________________
NG section~
In the process of “creating”..
The main interaction between the characters was Tin’s idea a.k.a. the ‘bus fun’ time. We were in the bus, on our way to Eve’s house for a sleepover. We were drinking brain-freezers and…yes. Our sick minds. People wouldn’t stop staring at us as we would be laughing hysterically. During the process of writing in the evening, Eve was desperately trying to make contact with Marta – our Hero, Golden Beta tester, Ultimate Uke, Nazi Grammar, Eve’s pheasant, our wife, child, and etc. She’s just simply one epic piece of awesome sauce. But Marta didn’t pick up. Maybe in some way she knew, what was coming, so she would decide to go to bed at 9:30pm, when she’s usually be still on the computer at 2am. BUT YAH, WE LOVE HER.
Eve: *trying to make Kangin feisu (>:()*
Eve: *stares at Tin*
Tin: *glares back* You look like an enraged Chinese.
Tin: *thinking*How about this…” Suddenly he whispers in my ear.”
Eve: …”Luke, I’m your father.”
Tin: “as my pants tightened”
*Thinking on the fic*
Tin: …. They are In China, damn it… And they are speaking Korean…
Eve: *dictating* “Just say it already. We’re surrounded by Chinese people..”
Tin: … “Even if you say it, they won’t understand you.”
*insert sarcasm here* …
Eve: “I made a Chinese puppy face and he finally obeyed.”
Eve: *blabbering*
Tin: You just gave me an idea to continue my fic!
Eve: YOUR FIC? It’s our baby! HA! *turns around dramatically*
Tin: *rofl*
Eve: How do you say… grabbed his hair? (In Bulgarian)
Tin: Well… gripped or grabbed..
Eve: Gripped!
Tin: My Chinese Pony!
Eve: My hand is a dolphin. (with an idiotic accent)
Tin: Let me ride you hard. (insert the same accent twice :D)
Gear Dod… (Dear God)
~~~
Wrote this on crack..
RANDOM(K) BUS PERSON’S POV:
There were these people… two men, talking in a foreign language. One of them was tugging at the other’s shirt, his face so red as if he was about to poop his pants. Maybe he was angry, but from my seat it looked like a baby clinging on its mother, asking for a pee.
~~~
When Marta read the NG-s.
Marta: Remove the Ultimate Uke part. I’m not ultimate uke D:
Eve: … YES YOU ARE.
Marta: I can be seme! *dramatic pose*
Eve: Sure, Marta…sure….
Marta: I can! Ask Russia 8D
Eve: ... you and Ivan make uke sex. :C it doesn't count
Marta: Heeey, that's not true! )< We're the semes of the world, how can we make 'uke sex'? xD (Fuck, you're right... :/)
Eve: .....