[FIC] Manicure. ♥
Title: Manicure. ♥
Author: allysonmae18
Length: One-ShoT
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Minchun
Genre: Smut, Crack, fluff
Warnings: Fail smut. -_- Don't kill me. And yes, I know I'm barely 17... But... Forgive me? O_O
Somewhere in downtown Seoul, Jaejoong brought Yoochun for his punishment. Yoochun lost a bet with Jaejoong of who is more gullible, Yunho or Junsu. Yoochun bet Junsu was more likely to be gullible, but further studies shown that Yunho was so gullible, he’d practically jump of the cliff when Jaejoong said he wanted Yunho dead so he can be his personal guardian angel.
“Yoochun!”
“Yes hyung?”
“Isn’t this the cutest?!”
“Nail Art? Hyung, seriously?”
“And why the fuck not?!”
“Whatever.”
Jaejoong drags a weary Yoochun into the Nail Art studio.
“We’re home!”
“Yah! Hyung, what did you make Yoochun-hyung do?”
“Yoochun, please do them the honor.”
“Fuck you, Kim Jaejoong.”
“Me? Why not Changmin over there?”
Yoochun’s ears burn red.
“So hyung, I heard you’d want to fuck me?” Changmin drawled into Yoochun’s ears in his sexiest bedroom voice, while pinning Yoochun to the wall of his bedroom.
“I.. What? Changmin?! Are fucking out of your mind? I can’t! We can’t.” Yoochun stammers, stumbling over every word he said.
“And why the fuck not?!” Changmin hissed.
“I’ve heard that before.” And Yoochun kisses Changmin hard.
Yoochun pushes them onto the bed, divesting Changmin of his clothing. Their kisses were hard, bruising, tongues fighting for dominance. Yoochun bit Changmin’s bottom lip, somehow, he won the battle. Changmin lay in the bed, a panting mess, watching as Yoochun trailed those lovely lips down his chest. Yoochun blew warm breath over Changmin’s sensitive buds and he shut his eyes.
Yoochun’s tongue trailed down Changmin’s defined abs, down to his navel. Yoochun played with the band of this shorts with his teeth, smiling devilishly at Changmin. He pulled Changmin’s shorts down and released a small gasp when he saw Changmin.
“Uhm..”
“Like what you see?”
That earned Changmin a hard slap on his shoulder.
“Witty bastard.”
“You're ruining the moment Chun.”
“That’s hyung to you.”
Yoochun gently touched Changmin’s erection, not stroking just touching. Changmin was intently staring at him, so Yoochun decided to tease a little. Running his manicured nails along Changmin’s package, drawing small circles, hearts and stars…
“Yoochun! Fucking do something.”
“Do what Minnie?”
“Anything! Just do someth…” Changmin forgot what to say next, when he felt Yoochun’s lips on him. Words, phrases, sentences were completely forgotten. His brain could no longer process coherent thinking, only “Fuck..Yes..Yoochun” left his mouth. Changmin struggled to keep quiet, so Yoochun started teasing again.
“What’s wrong Min? You’re awfully quiet, maybe you don’t want this. You could have just told me.” Yoochun made a motion to stand up, but Changmin was quick, he grabbed Yoochun’s head and roughly slid inside that hot little mouth again.
Yoochun almost gagged, struggled to breath. He licked from the sides, and bobbed his head up to lick at the head, knowing which part was most pleasurable (he’s a man after all), he licked the part where the head meets the shaft while continuing upward to suck on the head. Changmin bucked his hips wildly, eye fluttering with pleasure, Yoochun knew he was close… So he stopped and released with a loud pop.
Changmin’s whine was cut short when Yoochun started stroking Changmin’s erection with his hand. Curses left Changmin’s mouth.
Oh boy, Yoochun did love teasing Changmin, because….
He removed his hands and wagged a finger at Changmin who as almost ready to break his neck.
“Nope, my hand isn’t what I want you fucking tonight Changmin.”
“Fuck you.”
“Will you really?”
Changmin pounced and switched their positions so he was on top. He ripped Yoochun’s shirt off his body. Changmin really is a big boy. Yoochun thought. Mimicking
What Yoochun did earlier, Changmin made soft kisses on Yoochun’s chest, this action reduced the older to a pile of mush.
“Changmin, stop, I can’t, just get on with it…”
“Turn over…”
“No, I want to see you…”
“Bossy, bossy.”
“Just fucking hurry up will you?”
With that, Changmin stormed off the bed, into the bathroom and came out as soon as he went in with a tube of something in his hand. He popped the cover and squirt an ample amount into his hands. Changmin spread Yoochun’s legs wider and this made the latter blush a sexy shade of red.
“I thought you chickened out.” Yoochun breathed out.
“No fucking way.” And pushed a finger inside hitting his prostate dead on. Yoochun screamed. Changmin smirked.
“Oh darling, only a finger is in and you’re already screaming. What would your reaction be when I do this.” And shover another two in.
Yoochun bucked his hips in crazy attempts to impale himself further on Changmin’s skilled fingers, just when he was to complain about him not moving, Changmin wiggled the fingers and the action effectively shut Yoochun up. Not completely though.
He pulled his fingers out, only to push them back in hard, again and again, hitting Yoochun’s special spot. All Yoochun did was buck his hips almost like he was waiting for something. Changmin sensed Yoochun was about to come so he removed his fingers.
Yoochun’s eyes snap open to glare at Changmin, who was brilliantly smirking. His retort died however when he felt Changmin split him apart, it was painful, Changmin wasn’t exactly gentle, but Yoochun knew he was trying to calm down. When Changmin was seated fully inside him, he tried wiggling his hips here and there to egg Changmin to start moving.
Changmin wasn’t slow to catch on and immediately pulled out almost all the way, and slammed back in, with force so great Yoochun latched onto Changmin’s neck and raked his nails into Changmin’s back. Feeling pain, the younger pushed back in harder than before, trying to find that spot where Yoochun went ballistic, he set a rhythm, hitting Yoochun’s prostate every single time his thrust in.
Yoochun felt full, amazingly full that his heart swelled. But he willed his emotions to go away and just focus on Changmin, him and their joining.
They latter felt Yoochun’s walls clenching around his member signaling Yoochun’s impending release. This sent Changmin spiraling into pleasure because his hips moved wildly, losing the rhythm he had carefully kept.
Changmin’s hands flew from under Yoochun’s hips to stroke his hyung, but Yoochun slapped his hands away and stared deeply into his eyes; “I want to come, from only this, only from you.” Yoochun and Changmin were so lost in their lovemaking that neither heard Yoochun’s phone beeping.
“Changmin.. ah.. I’m…”
“Me too Yoochun… Just a couple more… Ahhhhh~”
They both came at the same time, both fighting to regain their breaths. Changmin pulled out of Yoochun and snuggled into his chest.
Changmin felt so tired, he thought he could sleep forever, but Yoochun’s voice broke his thoughts…
“Changmin?”
“Hmmm?
“I think I broke a nail.”
~Fin~
A/N: Inspired by my lovely nails, I had them done earlier this day. And it had my thinking on the way home. So... YEAH. =)) Comments are love, just don't kill me for being a perverted minor. XD
♥
Author: allysonmae18
Length: One-ShoT
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Minchun
Genre: Smut, Crack, fluff
Warnings: Fail smut. -_- Don't kill me. And yes, I know I'm barely 17... But... Forgive me? O_O
Somewhere in downtown Seoul, Jaejoong brought Yoochun for his punishment. Yoochun lost a bet with Jaejoong of who is more gullible, Yunho or Junsu. Yoochun bet Junsu was more likely to be gullible, but further studies shown that Yunho was so gullible, he’d practically jump of the cliff when Jaejoong said he wanted Yunho dead so he can be his personal guardian angel.
“Yoochun!”
“Yes hyung?”
“Isn’t this the cutest?!”
“Nail Art? Hyung, seriously?”
“And why the fuck not?!”
“Whatever.”
Jaejoong drags a weary Yoochun into the Nail Art studio.
“We’re home!”
“Yah! Hyung, what did you make Yoochun-hyung do?”
“Yoochun, please do them the honor.”
“Fuck you, Kim Jaejoong.”
“Me? Why not Changmin over there?”
Yoochun’s ears burn red.
“So hyung, I heard you’d want to fuck me?” Changmin drawled into Yoochun’s ears in his sexiest bedroom voice, while pinning Yoochun to the wall of his bedroom.
“I.. What? Changmin?! Are fucking out of your mind? I can’t! We can’t.” Yoochun stammers, stumbling over every word he said.
“And why the fuck not?!” Changmin hissed.
“I’ve heard that before.” And Yoochun kisses Changmin hard.
Yoochun pushes them onto the bed, divesting Changmin of his clothing. Their kisses were hard, bruising, tongues fighting for dominance. Yoochun bit Changmin’s bottom lip, somehow, he won the battle. Changmin lay in the bed, a panting mess, watching as Yoochun trailed those lovely lips down his chest. Yoochun blew warm breath over Changmin’s sensitive buds and he shut his eyes.
Yoochun’s tongue trailed down Changmin’s defined abs, down to his navel. Yoochun played with the band of this shorts with his teeth, smiling devilishly at Changmin. He pulled Changmin’s shorts down and released a small gasp when he saw Changmin.
“Uhm..”
“Like what you see?”
That earned Changmin a hard slap on his shoulder.
“Witty bastard.”
“You're ruining the moment Chun.”
“That’s hyung to you.”
Yoochun gently touched Changmin’s erection, not stroking just touching. Changmin was intently staring at him, so Yoochun decided to tease a little. Running his manicured nails along Changmin’s package, drawing small circles, hearts and stars…
“Yoochun! Fucking do something.”
“Do what Minnie?”
“Anything! Just do someth…” Changmin forgot what to say next, when he felt Yoochun’s lips on him. Words, phrases, sentences were completely forgotten. His brain could no longer process coherent thinking, only “Fuck..Yes..Yoochun” left his mouth. Changmin struggled to keep quiet, so Yoochun started teasing again.
“What’s wrong Min? You’re awfully quiet, maybe you don’t want this. You could have just told me.” Yoochun made a motion to stand up, but Changmin was quick, he grabbed Yoochun’s head and roughly slid inside that hot little mouth again.
Yoochun almost gagged, struggled to breath. He licked from the sides, and bobbed his head up to lick at the head, knowing which part was most pleasurable (he’s a man after all), he licked the part where the head meets the shaft while continuing upward to suck on the head. Changmin bucked his hips wildly, eye fluttering with pleasure, Yoochun knew he was close… So he stopped and released with a loud pop.
Changmin’s whine was cut short when Yoochun started stroking Changmin’s erection with his hand. Curses left Changmin’s mouth.
Oh boy, Yoochun did love teasing Changmin, because….
He removed his hands and wagged a finger at Changmin who as almost ready to break his neck.
“Nope, my hand isn’t what I want you fucking tonight Changmin.”
“Fuck you.”
“Will you really?”
Changmin pounced and switched their positions so he was on top. He ripped Yoochun’s shirt off his body. Changmin really is a big boy. Yoochun thought. Mimicking
What Yoochun did earlier, Changmin made soft kisses on Yoochun’s chest, this action reduced the older to a pile of mush.
“Changmin, stop, I can’t, just get on with it…”
“Turn over…”
“No, I want to see you…”
“Bossy, bossy.”
“Just fucking hurry up will you?”
With that, Changmin stormed off the bed, into the bathroom and came out as soon as he went in with a tube of something in his hand. He popped the cover and squirt an ample amount into his hands. Changmin spread Yoochun’s legs wider and this made the latter blush a sexy shade of red.
“I thought you chickened out.” Yoochun breathed out.
“No fucking way.” And pushed a finger inside hitting his prostate dead on. Yoochun screamed. Changmin smirked.
“Oh darling, only a finger is in and you’re already screaming. What would your reaction be when I do this.” And shover another two in.
Yoochun bucked his hips in crazy attempts to impale himself further on Changmin’s skilled fingers, just when he was to complain about him not moving, Changmin wiggled the fingers and the action effectively shut Yoochun up. Not completely though.
He pulled his fingers out, only to push them back in hard, again and again, hitting Yoochun’s special spot. All Yoochun did was buck his hips almost like he was waiting for something. Changmin sensed Yoochun was about to come so he removed his fingers.
Yoochun’s eyes snap open to glare at Changmin, who was brilliantly smirking. His retort died however when he felt Changmin split him apart, it was painful, Changmin wasn’t exactly gentle, but Yoochun knew he was trying to calm down. When Changmin was seated fully inside him, he tried wiggling his hips here and there to egg Changmin to start moving.
Changmin wasn’t slow to catch on and immediately pulled out almost all the way, and slammed back in, with force so great Yoochun latched onto Changmin’s neck and raked his nails into Changmin’s back. Feeling pain, the younger pushed back in harder than before, trying to find that spot where Yoochun went ballistic, he set a rhythm, hitting Yoochun’s prostate every single time his thrust in.
Yoochun felt full, amazingly full that his heart swelled. But he willed his emotions to go away and just focus on Changmin, him and their joining.
They latter felt Yoochun’s walls clenching around his member signaling Yoochun’s impending release. This sent Changmin spiraling into pleasure because his hips moved wildly, losing the rhythm he had carefully kept.
Changmin’s hands flew from under Yoochun’s hips to stroke his hyung, but Yoochun slapped his hands away and stared deeply into his eyes; “I want to come, from only this, only from you.” Yoochun and Changmin were so lost in their lovemaking that neither heard Yoochun’s phone beeping.
“Changmin.. ah.. I’m…”
“Me too Yoochun… Just a couple more… Ahhhhh~”
They both came at the same time, both fighting to regain their breaths. Changmin pulled out of Yoochun and snuggled into his chest.
Changmin felt so tired, he thought he could sleep forever, but Yoochun’s voice broke his thoughts…
“Changmin?”
“Hmmm?
“I think I broke a nail.”
~Fin~
A/N: Inspired by my lovely nails, I had them done earlier this day. And it had my thinking on the way home. So... YEAH. =)) Comments are love, just don't kill me for being a perverted minor. XD
♥