Frustrations
Frustruations
Infinite
Myungsoo/Woohyun | NC17 | PWP
the two just can’t seem to get the filming right for their BTD MV, Woohyun takes things into his own hands to make things right
“You know, this isn’t gonna work if you keep laughing like that.” Woohyun spat out angrily, the cause for his frustration blooming from their inability to hit each other convincingly for the scene. He picked up Myungsoo by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up slightly while the younger member continued his giggles.
“I can’t help it, hyung, you just look so different when you’re angry, I’m not used to seeing you like that...” Myungsoo brought a hand up to cover his mouth, head turning away.
“Come on, one more time.” Woohyun walked back to the other side of the room before he charged again, lunging himself against Myungsoo and taking him down with a swift push. His shoulders slouched down again when Myungsoo burst once more into a fit of giggles.
“Well fuck you. Get this right, Myungsoo.” Woohyun stomped over, his face hovering barely an inch away. “I’m not kidding anymore, fucking get it right. I still have to record my parts and I’m tired as fuck.”
“Or else what? What are you going to do to me, hyung?” Myungsoo snapped back, his arms raised up as he shoved Woohyun away from his comfort zone. “What are you gonna do to me, Woohyun.”
“I don’t think you want to find out.” Woohyun stepped closer again, his arms locked up offensively, ready to strike if he was further provoked.
“Fuck you.” Myungsoo glared daggers at him, his dark eyes radiating sheer anger from beneath his bangs. “You don’t know the shit you do to me, so shut up about me not being able to film.”
“That’s it, oh my god, that’s it, just do that when we were filming, it was perfect.” Woohyun hopped over, throwing an arm casually around the younger, encasing him in a loose embrace. Myungsoo almost felt cheated and slugged away from his touch, eyes darkening once more.
“So you lied to me...”
“Well, I needed to stimulate your emotions one way or another...
Myungsoo stepped closer to Woohyun once more, this time void of any rage whatsoever.
“You don’t know the things you stimulate inside of me...” It was Myungsoo who pressed himself dangerously close this time. He felt Woohyun exhale against his lips, the tantalizing breaths of air only furthering the burning desire grounding inside his body. Their eyes twinkled with the same intensity, the same fake anger that they shared for one another during the course of the filming.
“Oh, tell me about it, Myungsoo.” Woohyun smirked as he brought his arms up, resting his forearms on his shoulders.
Myungsoo crashed their lips together angrily, as if all the rage brewing inside their bodies were finally relinquished as it took a physical manifestation. His hands automatically slid down and settled against the other’s hips, resting them there as the kiss dragged on. It could have been softer or much gentler, but the pressure and the stress and everything pressing down on them, there was nothing but sheer desire and unaltered lust.
“Fuck you, you don’t even know how good looking you are, “ Woohyun grunted in between gasps of air before they kissed again, each one surpassing the last in desire and intensity, “all teasing and perfect, and just fucking there.”
“Fuck you too, you and your voice,” Myungsoo spat out angrily, “so fucking smooth and rich, fucking bliss when I listen to you sing.”
“I bet you want to...” Myungsoo braced himself for another hard bite on his lip when instead he felt Woohyun’s tongue trail down his jaw line, igniting a new fire inside of him. “Bet you do want to fuck me, right, Myungsoo, fuck me until everything disappears.”
Woohyun continued the aggressiveness, mouths colliding and teeth nibbling as they kissed their way to the wall, Myungsoo pressed firmly against the surface while Woohyun embedded his palms on either side of his head.
“Hy-hyung...” Myungsoo couldn’t help but whimper, and Woohyun smirked as he wedged his knee between Myungsoo’s spread legs, denying him any further movement.
Woohyun continued egging him on, whispering lowly against his ear, his tongue, his sinful tongue, occasionally flicking out and licking his earlobe. Every inch of his body felt like it was on fire, the fiery desire spreading like wildfire as Woohyun continued whispering words that Myungsoo would have never thought possible by that angelic voice.
“Fuckin music to my ears.” Woohyun captured his lips in another searing kiss, and all Myungsoo could do was grind his hips forward, again rejected by Woohyun’s persistent hand. He closed his eyes, trying to not succumb to the encouragement; he knew his bulge was painfully obvious already. “Gonna make you moan like that all night, Myungsoo...”
It was like Woohyun could see through his eyes and directly into his thoughts, and Myungsoo whimpered even louder as the older cupped his bulge tightly, his hand already starting to gyrate over the heated area.
“H-Hyung...” Myungsoo gasped when he felt a rush of cool air around his crotch, and Woohyun was on his knees, his fingers delicately stroking his hard cock. “Hyu-Hyung!”
Myungsoo almost melted when Woohyun wrapped his mouth around his cock and all Myungsoo could do was throw his head back in delight, hips arching forward as Woohyun continued sucking without remorse.
A minute or an hour could have went by, and all Myungsoo could grasp was that the heat building inside his body, and he could barely utter out a warning before his orgasm washed over him, wave after wave of release blinding his consciousness.
Woohyun grounded him back with another kiss, all tongue and teeth as their mouths met in a reunion, and Myungsoo could taste himself on Woohyun’s tongue, the mingling taste simply divine to his senses. He kissed back hungrily, achingly needy as his hands reached up and tangled Woohyun’s longer hair, pulling him closer, gripping it like a lifeline to reality.
“Hyung... I’m so-sorry...” Myungsoo shied away, eyes deviating away as he pulled his clothing together, his rationale overcoming irrational desire. He’d expect Woohyun to yell at him, or hate him even, or something, but Myungsoo let out another gasp of surprise when he felt a gentle tug on his hand, pulling him towards the couch. “Hyung, talk to me, please, hyung...”
“Shh...” Woohyun sat down first and pulled Myungsoo down with him, and for a split second Myungsoo was scared that everything would blow up now and they’d become awkward like Hoya and Sungjong.
“Hyung..” Myungsoo opened his mouth again, and Woohyun latched his lips onto his, leading a softer kiss moulding against his lips. It was effective and Myungsoo found himself kissing back, returning the sensuality as their fingers linked together.
“But... hyung hasn’t...” Myungsoo flushed at the comment he was about to make, his eyes fixated on Woohyun’s own painfully visible erection.
“Next time, you owe me then...” Woohyun flashed a weary smile, and Myungsoo could only nod his acknowledgement.
Infinite
Myungsoo/Woohyun | NC17 | PWP
the two just can’t seem to get the filming right for their BTD MV, Woohyun takes things into his own hands to make things right
“You know, this isn’t gonna work if you keep laughing like that.” Woohyun spat out angrily, the cause for his frustration blooming from their inability to hit each other convincingly for the scene. He picked up Myungsoo by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up slightly while the younger member continued his giggles.
“I can’t help it, hyung, you just look so different when you’re angry, I’m not used to seeing you like that...” Myungsoo brought a hand up to cover his mouth, head turning away.
“Come on, one more time.” Woohyun walked back to the other side of the room before he charged again, lunging himself against Myungsoo and taking him down with a swift push. His shoulders slouched down again when Myungsoo burst once more into a fit of giggles.
“Well fuck you. Get this right, Myungsoo.” Woohyun stomped over, his face hovering barely an inch away. “I’m not kidding anymore, fucking get it right. I still have to record my parts and I’m tired as fuck.”
“Or else what? What are you going to do to me, hyung?” Myungsoo snapped back, his arms raised up as he shoved Woohyun away from his comfort zone. “What are you gonna do to me, Woohyun.”
“I don’t think you want to find out.” Woohyun stepped closer again, his arms locked up offensively, ready to strike if he was further provoked.
“Fuck you.” Myungsoo glared daggers at him, his dark eyes radiating sheer anger from beneath his bangs. “You don’t know the shit you do to me, so shut up about me not being able to film.”
“That’s it, oh my god, that’s it, just do that when we were filming, it was perfect.” Woohyun hopped over, throwing an arm casually around the younger, encasing him in a loose embrace. Myungsoo almost felt cheated and slugged away from his touch, eyes darkening once more.
“So you lied to me...”
“Well, I needed to stimulate your emotions one way or another...
Myungsoo stepped closer to Woohyun once more, this time void of any rage whatsoever.
“You don’t know the things you stimulate inside of me...” It was Myungsoo who pressed himself dangerously close this time. He felt Woohyun exhale against his lips, the tantalizing breaths of air only furthering the burning desire grounding inside his body. Their eyes twinkled with the same intensity, the same fake anger that they shared for one another during the course of the filming.
“Oh, tell me about it, Myungsoo.” Woohyun smirked as he brought his arms up, resting his forearms on his shoulders.
Myungsoo crashed their lips together angrily, as if all the rage brewing inside their bodies were finally relinquished as it took a physical manifestation. His hands automatically slid down and settled against the other’s hips, resting them there as the kiss dragged on. It could have been softer or much gentler, but the pressure and the stress and everything pressing down on them, there was nothing but sheer desire and unaltered lust.
“Fuck you, you don’t even know how good looking you are, “ Woohyun grunted in between gasps of air before they kissed again, each one surpassing the last in desire and intensity, “all teasing and perfect, and just fucking there.”
“Fuck you too, you and your voice,” Myungsoo spat out angrily, “so fucking smooth and rich, fucking bliss when I listen to you sing.”
“I bet you want to...” Myungsoo braced himself for another hard bite on his lip when instead he felt Woohyun’s tongue trail down his jaw line, igniting a new fire inside of him. “Bet you do want to fuck me, right, Myungsoo, fuck me until everything disappears.”
Woohyun continued the aggressiveness, mouths colliding and teeth nibbling as they kissed their way to the wall, Myungsoo pressed firmly against the surface while Woohyun embedded his palms on either side of his head.
“Hy-hyung...” Myungsoo couldn’t help but whimper, and Woohyun smirked as he wedged his knee between Myungsoo’s spread legs, denying him any further movement.
Woohyun continued egging him on, whispering lowly against his ear, his tongue, his sinful tongue, occasionally flicking out and licking his earlobe. Every inch of his body felt like it was on fire, the fiery desire spreading like wildfire as Woohyun continued whispering words that Myungsoo would have never thought possible by that angelic voice.
“Fuckin music to my ears.” Woohyun captured his lips in another searing kiss, and all Myungsoo could do was grind his hips forward, again rejected by Woohyun’s persistent hand. He closed his eyes, trying to not succumb to the encouragement; he knew his bulge was painfully obvious already. “Gonna make you moan like that all night, Myungsoo...”
It was like Woohyun could see through his eyes and directly into his thoughts, and Myungsoo whimpered even louder as the older cupped his bulge tightly, his hand already starting to gyrate over the heated area.
“H-Hyung...” Myungsoo gasped when he felt a rush of cool air around his crotch, and Woohyun was on his knees, his fingers delicately stroking his hard cock. “Hyu-Hyung!”
Myungsoo almost melted when Woohyun wrapped his mouth around his cock and all Myungsoo could do was throw his head back in delight, hips arching forward as Woohyun continued sucking without remorse.
A minute or an hour could have went by, and all Myungsoo could grasp was that the heat building inside his body, and he could barely utter out a warning before his orgasm washed over him, wave after wave of release blinding his consciousness.
Woohyun grounded him back with another kiss, all tongue and teeth as their mouths met in a reunion, and Myungsoo could taste himself on Woohyun’s tongue, the mingling taste simply divine to his senses. He kissed back hungrily, achingly needy as his hands reached up and tangled Woohyun’s longer hair, pulling him closer, gripping it like a lifeline to reality.
“Hyung... I’m so-sorry...” Myungsoo shied away, eyes deviating away as he pulled his clothing together, his rationale overcoming irrational desire. He’d expect Woohyun to yell at him, or hate him even, or something, but Myungsoo let out another gasp of surprise when he felt a gentle tug on his hand, pulling him towards the couch. “Hyung, talk to me, please, hyung...”
“Shh...” Woohyun sat down first and pulled Myungsoo down with him, and for a split second Myungsoo was scared that everything would blow up now and they’d become awkward like Hoya and Sungjong.
“Hyung..” Myungsoo opened his mouth again, and Woohyun latched his lips onto his, leading a softer kiss moulding against his lips. It was effective and Myungsoo found himself kissing back, returning the sensuality as their fingers linked together.
“But... hyung hasn’t...” Myungsoo flushed at the comment he was about to make, his eyes fixated on Woohyun’s own painfully visible erection.
“Next time, you owe me then...” Woohyun flashed a weary smile, and Myungsoo could only nod his acknowledgement.