Pancakes
Title: Pancakes
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Junsu entrusts the two maknaes of the group to make pancakes... What a silly mistake.
Author's Notes: I wasn't going to be smut but I haven't written in a while so I thought, what fun would that be?
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
A thick gooey gob of batter went flying across the counter and met with a soft cheek of a person standing in the direct line of fire. Junho jumped when the wet mix hit his face and he turned to scowl at the tall, grinning boy standing to his right, “Hey!”
“Oops?” Chansung shrugged while the grin stayed stretched across his face, obviously not being sincere in his apology.
The action made the older boy narrowed his slitted eyes while he wiped the batter off his cheek, cleaning his finger off on a dish rag. “Don't make a mess Chansung, hyung will kill us.”
“No fun,” the maknae muttered as he leaned against the counter and watched as Junho began to stir the batter with the mixer, the machine giving off a quiet hum as it fluffed up the batter.
After counting down the minutes and satisfied with the way the mix looked, the small boy stood over by the pan and began to pour out the batter in small blobs, fitting as much as he could before setting the bowl down. His mistake, he later realized as he hummed to himself while keeping an eye on the batter heating up on the pan. Junho tapped the flipper against the counter, nodding his head to a beat playing in his mind before another gob of pancake mix slapped him in the face. “Chansung-ah!” the older boy shouted, his cheeks heating up in anger as the maknae hopped around from foot to foot with a wide smirk, spoon in his hand. “Stop goofing off!”
“Make me,” two brows wiggled on Chansung's forehead as he challenged the smaller boy.
Junho huffed and flipped the pancakes as they started to darken on one side, his mind deciding to cool off and ignore the maknae's childish behaviour. He remembered the last words his hyung had spoken before the other four members left for the grocery store.
“Waste that batter and I will waste you.”
Not wanting to be wasted, at least Junsu's type of wasted, Junho had decided to keep his childish antics in his head so that he would not feel the wrath of his oldest hyung. Unfortunately for him, Chansung had not taken that warning and was now flinging thick globs of pancake mix at the older member's face. It was the last straw when the batter slithered it's way down Junho's neck and into his shirt. “You are so dead.”
Dropping the flipper, Junho launched himself at the maknae, missing by an inch as a wet hand slapped his backside, his angry eyes meeting with large, playful orbs, “You missed,” Chansung stuck his tongue out.
“I won't miss this time,” Junho growled as he dipped his finger in the batter and speckled the younger boy's face with the mix when he threw his hand out.
Chansung yelped, touching his face in shock when he realized he had actually gotten hit. Taking up his defence, he went back to jumping around as if ready to take a strike at the other boy.
Pancake mix went flying across the kitchen, hitting the walls, the boys, the counter, the floor, which Junho experienced as he slid across the floor, smacking into the tall boy. His body tensed as Chansung was suddenly sniffing at him, his nose brushing through his hair before following down to his neck, “C-Chansung-ah...”
“You smell good Junho...” The maknae felt himself being absorbed into the smell of the batter, his tongue slipping out between his lips and licking up the mix covering Junho's neck. He felt the small boy gasp under him as his thick tongue dragged over the vein pulsing in his neck.
Junho's nerves were shooting around and making his heart pound from the closeness of the maknae, the way his nose was rubbing against his face and the feel of Chansung's tongue sliding around on his skin. He swallowed the lump in his throat as the younger boy's wet muscle travelled down to his collarbone, lapping up the sweet mix. Tangling his fingers into Chansung's shirt, he tried with little effort to pull the tall boy away, his body trembling from excitement and nervousness.
A soft moan escaped Junho's lips as the younger boy's lips met with his skin, kissing and sucking until little patches of red appeared over his neck and collar. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself become distracted from the gentle press of Chansung's lips before the smell of burning pancakes filled his nose. “Shit!”
He pushed the tall boy away and quickly flipped each round flatcake onto a plate, sighing in relief as they all still looked edible. It was then that Junho decided to look around the kitchen and his heart sank as he noticed the batter in the bowl, knowing that more than half was plastered everywhere in the small room.
“We're in deep shit...”
“If that's the case... Why don't we make our own batter?”
Junho was about to turn and object before his nose met with the younger boy's, finding their faces to be way too close together. It was then that it hit him that Chansung was not talking about something his hyungs would like to enjoy. “C-Chansung-ah...”
“Hm? I think we should...”
Before he had a second to whine, Junho found his lips sealed with a kiss. The tall boy began to move quickly as his hand slipped inside the back of Junho's pants, battered covered fingers suddenly probing his unprepared entrance, making the older boy jump and bite down on Chansung's lips. “H-hey!”
“We don't have a lot of time... Hyungs will be back soon,” Chansung mumbled as he thrust his fingers in and out of the small boy's opening. He began sucking and licking the rest of the batter off Junho's face as he moved his digits, scissoring them wide to stretch the muscles clamping down around him.
After inserting a third finger, he started to thrust them a little faster, making Junho pant and roll his hips. The tall boy moaned, enjoying the way Junho's hips pressed against his own while his shaft started to harden in his pants. Chansung's eyes left the boy in front of him as he glanced around and grabbed the bottle of oil sitting on the counter. He popped open the cap and slicked up his fingers before dipping them into his pants, where his digits found his erection straining against the tight fabric. He moaned against Junho's ear as he slowly pumped his hard cock, the oil covering the tight skin and making it slippery.
A loud moan signalled for Chansung to take the next step as the small boy was panting heavily and grinding his hips, wanting more. He quickly shoved his pants down his thighs and turned Junho around, pulling his fingers away from the throbbing entrance before replacing it with his aching cock. A deep moan and a curse left the older boy's lips as he pushes his thick need inside Junho, expanding the tight rings of muscle around his swollen length. Chansung shuddered, biting back his own moan as he started to move his hips at a slow pace, letting himself enjoy the moment for a little too long before Junho hissed for him to move fast with the little time they had left. He complied, thrusting his hips and driving his shaft deep inside the smaller boy, filling him up with his pulsing length and pulling out to the tip.
He revelled in the sounds Junho was making, the sounds just for him to hear as the head of his thick cock rubbed against the bundle of nerves hidden inside the older boy.
Junho arched his back and pressed against the counter as he pushed back and welcomed the throbbing need pressing up against his inner walls, the soft muscle clenching around it and causing Chansung to grunt. The air was knocked out of his lungs as the maknae started to pound into him from behind, his release nearing. Slicking his own hand in oil, Junho began to pump his leaking shaft in time with the younger boy's thrusts, his moans becoming more desperate.
After feeling a tighter squeeze around his length, Chansung threw his head back and groaned as his thick seed shot out and filled the smaller boy's stretched entrance, the milky liquid pouring out around his cock as it continued to spill out when he thrust in and out slowly.
The older boy choked over his moan as he received a hard pound into his behind before he felt the hot fluid in his opening. Junho's fingers swiped over the head of his erection before the vein along side his shaft pulsed and his white, creamy cum dripped out into his hand, falling onto the floor. After a few more slowed thrusts, Chansung slowly pulled his shaft away from the throbbing inner walls, his cum leaking out from the opened hole.
Junho panted softly as he started to stand at his full height, shuddering when the thick cream oozed down his thigh. He jumped when they suddenly heard voices in the distance and he raced to the window, cursing under his breath.
“We took waaaay too long,” Taecyeon muttered as the four members stepped into the villa, the bags held tightly in his hand, his fingers losing circulation. He complained the way home for losing to a game of rock, paper, scissors.
“Hey, we're home!” Junsu shouted, coming to the kitchen and pausing, staring at the two younger members looking guilty. His eyes found the plate of pancakes before going over to pick it up. “You only managed to make six...?”
“We had a... Pancake malfunction...”
“Junho burned them all,” Chansung giggled, rubbing his stomach as the older boy elbowed him.
Junsu eyed the two youngest boys before Taecyeon bumped into him from behind and set the bags on the tables, “That's fine. We bought more food anyways. We'll just fill up on this too.”
The group grabbed their food and all settled down to eat, Junho being the last to get his own before hurrying off to walk into the living room, not noticing Wooyoung raising a brow at two very large white hand prints on the back of his brown shorts.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Junsu entrusts the two maknaes of the group to make pancakes... What a silly mistake.
Author's Notes: I wasn't going to be smut but I haven't written in a while so I thought, what fun would that be?
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
A thick gooey gob of batter went flying across the counter and met with a soft cheek of a person standing in the direct line of fire. Junho jumped when the wet mix hit his face and he turned to scowl at the tall, grinning boy standing to his right, “Hey!”
“Oops?” Chansung shrugged while the grin stayed stretched across his face, obviously not being sincere in his apology.
The action made the older boy narrowed his slitted eyes while he wiped the batter off his cheek, cleaning his finger off on a dish rag. “Don't make a mess Chansung, hyung will kill us.”
“No fun,” the maknae muttered as he leaned against the counter and watched as Junho began to stir the batter with the mixer, the machine giving off a quiet hum as it fluffed up the batter.
After counting down the minutes and satisfied with the way the mix looked, the small boy stood over by the pan and began to pour out the batter in small blobs, fitting as much as he could before setting the bowl down. His mistake, he later realized as he hummed to himself while keeping an eye on the batter heating up on the pan. Junho tapped the flipper against the counter, nodding his head to a beat playing in his mind before another gob of pancake mix slapped him in the face. “Chansung-ah!” the older boy shouted, his cheeks heating up in anger as the maknae hopped around from foot to foot with a wide smirk, spoon in his hand. “Stop goofing off!”
“Make me,” two brows wiggled on Chansung's forehead as he challenged the smaller boy.
Junho huffed and flipped the pancakes as they started to darken on one side, his mind deciding to cool off and ignore the maknae's childish behaviour. He remembered the last words his hyung had spoken before the other four members left for the grocery store.
“Waste that batter and I will waste you.”
Not wanting to be wasted, at least Junsu's type of wasted, Junho had decided to keep his childish antics in his head so that he would not feel the wrath of his oldest hyung. Unfortunately for him, Chansung had not taken that warning and was now flinging thick globs of pancake mix at the older member's face. It was the last straw when the batter slithered it's way down Junho's neck and into his shirt. “You are so dead.”
Dropping the flipper, Junho launched himself at the maknae, missing by an inch as a wet hand slapped his backside, his angry eyes meeting with large, playful orbs, “You missed,” Chansung stuck his tongue out.
“I won't miss this time,” Junho growled as he dipped his finger in the batter and speckled the younger boy's face with the mix when he threw his hand out.
Chansung yelped, touching his face in shock when he realized he had actually gotten hit. Taking up his defence, he went back to jumping around as if ready to take a strike at the other boy.
Pancake mix went flying across the kitchen, hitting the walls, the boys, the counter, the floor, which Junho experienced as he slid across the floor, smacking into the tall boy. His body tensed as Chansung was suddenly sniffing at him, his nose brushing through his hair before following down to his neck, “C-Chansung-ah...”
“You smell good Junho...” The maknae felt himself being absorbed into the smell of the batter, his tongue slipping out between his lips and licking up the mix covering Junho's neck. He felt the small boy gasp under him as his thick tongue dragged over the vein pulsing in his neck.
Junho's nerves were shooting around and making his heart pound from the closeness of the maknae, the way his nose was rubbing against his face and the feel of Chansung's tongue sliding around on his skin. He swallowed the lump in his throat as the younger boy's wet muscle travelled down to his collarbone, lapping up the sweet mix. Tangling his fingers into Chansung's shirt, he tried with little effort to pull the tall boy away, his body trembling from excitement and nervousness.
A soft moan escaped Junho's lips as the younger boy's lips met with his skin, kissing and sucking until little patches of red appeared over his neck and collar. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself become distracted from the gentle press of Chansung's lips before the smell of burning pancakes filled his nose. “Shit!”
He pushed the tall boy away and quickly flipped each round flatcake onto a plate, sighing in relief as they all still looked edible. It was then that Junho decided to look around the kitchen and his heart sank as he noticed the batter in the bowl, knowing that more than half was plastered everywhere in the small room.
“We're in deep shit...”
“If that's the case... Why don't we make our own batter?”
Junho was about to turn and object before his nose met with the younger boy's, finding their faces to be way too close together. It was then that it hit him that Chansung was not talking about something his hyungs would like to enjoy. “C-Chansung-ah...”
“Hm? I think we should...”
Before he had a second to whine, Junho found his lips sealed with a kiss. The tall boy began to move quickly as his hand slipped inside the back of Junho's pants, battered covered fingers suddenly probing his unprepared entrance, making the older boy jump and bite down on Chansung's lips. “H-hey!”
“We don't have a lot of time... Hyungs will be back soon,” Chansung mumbled as he thrust his fingers in and out of the small boy's opening. He began sucking and licking the rest of the batter off Junho's face as he moved his digits, scissoring them wide to stretch the muscles clamping down around him.
After inserting a third finger, he started to thrust them a little faster, making Junho pant and roll his hips. The tall boy moaned, enjoying the way Junho's hips pressed against his own while his shaft started to harden in his pants. Chansung's eyes left the boy in front of him as he glanced around and grabbed the bottle of oil sitting on the counter. He popped open the cap and slicked up his fingers before dipping them into his pants, where his digits found his erection straining against the tight fabric. He moaned against Junho's ear as he slowly pumped his hard cock, the oil covering the tight skin and making it slippery.
A loud moan signalled for Chansung to take the next step as the small boy was panting heavily and grinding his hips, wanting more. He quickly shoved his pants down his thighs and turned Junho around, pulling his fingers away from the throbbing entrance before replacing it with his aching cock. A deep moan and a curse left the older boy's lips as he pushes his thick need inside Junho, expanding the tight rings of muscle around his swollen length. Chansung shuddered, biting back his own moan as he started to move his hips at a slow pace, letting himself enjoy the moment for a little too long before Junho hissed for him to move fast with the little time they had left. He complied, thrusting his hips and driving his shaft deep inside the smaller boy, filling him up with his pulsing length and pulling out to the tip.
He revelled in the sounds Junho was making, the sounds just for him to hear as the head of his thick cock rubbed against the bundle of nerves hidden inside the older boy.
Junho arched his back and pressed against the counter as he pushed back and welcomed the throbbing need pressing up against his inner walls, the soft muscle clenching around it and causing Chansung to grunt. The air was knocked out of his lungs as the maknae started to pound into him from behind, his release nearing. Slicking his own hand in oil, Junho began to pump his leaking shaft in time with the younger boy's thrusts, his moans becoming more desperate.
After feeling a tighter squeeze around his length, Chansung threw his head back and groaned as his thick seed shot out and filled the smaller boy's stretched entrance, the milky liquid pouring out around his cock as it continued to spill out when he thrust in and out slowly.
The older boy choked over his moan as he received a hard pound into his behind before he felt the hot fluid in his opening. Junho's fingers swiped over the head of his erection before the vein along side his shaft pulsed and his white, creamy cum dripped out into his hand, falling onto the floor. After a few more slowed thrusts, Chansung slowly pulled his shaft away from the throbbing inner walls, his cum leaking out from the opened hole.
Junho panted softly as he started to stand at his full height, shuddering when the thick cream oozed down his thigh. He jumped when they suddenly heard voices in the distance and he raced to the window, cursing under his breath.
“We took waaaay too long,” Taecyeon muttered as the four members stepped into the villa, the bags held tightly in his hand, his fingers losing circulation. He complained the way home for losing to a game of rock, paper, scissors.
“Hey, we're home!” Junsu shouted, coming to the kitchen and pausing, staring at the two younger members looking guilty. His eyes found the plate of pancakes before going over to pick it up. “You only managed to make six...?”
“We had a... Pancake malfunction...”
“Junho burned them all,” Chansung giggled, rubbing his stomach as the older boy elbowed him.
Junsu eyed the two youngest boys before Taecyeon bumped into him from behind and set the bags on the tables, “That's fine. We bought more food anyways. We'll just fill up on this too.”
The group grabbed their food and all settled down to eat, Junho being the last to get his own before hurrying off to walk into the living room, not noticing Wooyoung raising a brow at two very large white hand prints on the back of his brown shorts.