A bit on the Plump Side
Title: A bit on the Plump Side.
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junho, solo Chansung
Summary: Junho finds out that he’s pretty spoiled when it comes to having his pants tailored in Korea, but when he and Chansung go shopping in New York, he finds that USA does not cater to his back end.
NOTE: Lol, yup you'll want more and nope, I won't be writing it :P
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
“Uh Chansung, I have a problem.”
It was understandable, the issue that came up for Junho when 2PM made their tour to America. Back home in Korea, everything was custom made or adjusted to fit them perfectly but in New York, their needs weren't catered to. In fact, there wasn't even a slight chance that Junho would have the ability to dress his bottom well there.
After popping his head out from behind the curtain to call out to Chansung, the two boys ducked into the change stall. The maknae's eyes stayed glued to the plump ass overhanging the jeans not quite pulled up to Junho's hips. He chewed on his lip as he stared, more amazed than shocked, that the famous “Hobutt” would actually be this much of an issue. He was shaken out of his stupor when Junho wiggled his ass, trying to get the roundness to shift into the jeans. “A little help?”
Chansung swallowed, doing the only thing he could think about doing. His hands pressed against the smaller boy's asscheeks, pushing Junho into the wall as he squished the two globes as flat as he could, his big hands completely covering each cheek.
“Y-yah!” Junho shouted, a blush filling his cheeks.
“Pull the pants up now.”
Junho kept pressed against the wall as he struggled to pull the tight jeans up, feeling the younger male's hands gripping and squeezing his ass. He blamed the heat in his cheeks from the undertaking of trying hard to get into the pants rather than the maknae's thick fingers pressing into his squished ass cheeks. A loud sigh left his lips after he was finally to wiggle into the jeans, his butt pressed tight against his body, making it look smaller than it was. Junho swallowed when he took a few steps, the no-give material making it difficult for him to walk. “Okay... Forget it.”
The maknae covered his mouth as he snorted while watching the older member wobble around in his new pants. Junho caught his snicker as he received a punch in the arm as punishment, laughing on his way out of the stall. He waved his hand to fan his face, not really thinking too much about the reason why, dismissing it as just being hot from being cramped in the stall, rather than because of another fairly large reason.
He leaned against the wall while waiting for Junho, hearing grunts and pants coming from behind the curtain, “Do you need help taking those off?”
After a high sigh left the stall, Chansung slipped back in, shaking his head from the small boy's reddened face. Taking his place again, he positioned himself behind Junho and wiggled his fingers into the back of the other boy's pants, grunting himself when he found it difficult to squeeze his thick fingers between the material and Junho's backside. He bit his lip, hearing the older boy gasp softly when his digits started to molest the squished ass.
“S-sorry,” he muttered in Junho's ear, not noticing the flesh starting to turn red.
His face twisted while his hands pushed harder until his palms were filled with the full, round, booty. Chansung swallowed the lump in his throat, his hands trapped and the tightness of the jeans starting to cut the circulation off from his wrists. His fingers started to twitch and Junho squirmed around.
“Y-yah, stop that...”
“My hands are falling asleep, hurry up and take the pants off,” he growled, feeling the numbness in his fingertips.
He moved with Junho as the older boy shook and wiggled his hips, trying everything he could before the pants finally let go of his ass with a pop. Chansung held his hands, red and tingly from the lack of blood flow.
“Don't ever ask me to do that again...”
“Don't worry you pervert, I won't,” Junho pulled on his original pants and pushed passed the maknae, smirking from the shocked look on his face.
“Any luck?” Nichkhun asked once the group had formed again, folding his own clothes neatly to fit into his suitcase.
Junho sighed and dropped down into the chair, shaking his head, “No, they were all too small.”
“Too small?” the Thai raised a brow, his eyes meeting the disappointed younger member's. “You're not big Junho so why would they be...?” the question trailed off when he looked at Chansung holding back his laughter. “Something you want to share Chansung?”
The glare Junho shot to the maknae was enough to keep him quiet before Chansung excused himself to his room, mumbling about needing to take a shower. He stripped himself of his clothing before turning on the water and stepping into the tub, letting the warm water pour over his body. Chansung closed his eyes, moaning softly from the gentle spray hitting his sore body. Travelling was getting to him, he was tired and his muscles ached from being cramped while taking planes and vehicles, sharing them with too many others.
The calming shower started to clear his mind before new thoughts drifted into his head, making him swallow nervously, his fingers twitching. With his eyes closed, Chansung started to remember his hands holding Junho's ass, the soft cheeks held in each palm. He shuddered when his body started to heat up, his fingers recalling just how squishy and full the other boy's backside was.
Even when they were trainees, Chansung had never seen an ass like that except for rap music videos. It was true that he took up an unhealthy obsession of staring at it whenever he got the chance while they got close. Being together for years now, his mind had slowly drifted away from wondering and wanting to touch it. He was fortunate to have Junho sit in his lap a few times though, trying not to make it obvious that he was admiring the round rump.
Chansung hadn't noticed that he had started panting and he opened his eyes, deciding to turn the shower off but not before spotting his length standing up proudly. His eyes widened in shock, “D-did I just get hard from thinking about Junho?”
Another lump travelled down his throat when he turned off the water and got out of the shower, patting down his body and avoiding his erection. Chansung threw the robe over his shoulders and peeked out of the bathroom, seeing that Junho wasn't back yet. Locking the door, he made his way over to his bag and fished out the bottle of lube.
“Might as well get this over with...”
He dropped himself onto his bed, beginning to rub himself over the house coat and moaning deep in his throat. Chansung closed his eyes as his breathing quickened a bit, his back arching off the bed when the pleasure he stimulated from his cock rippled up his spine. Rolling his hips against his hand, he started to grope himself harder, squeezing his shaft through the material. He opened his eyes to see the bulge under the robe, his cock now fully hard.
Chansung opened his robe before popping open the cap of the bottle, pouring the lubricant into his hand. He gripped his hardened cock and started to stroke the slick fluid around the tight skin, a low moan rumbling in his throat. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when the jelly lube coated his shaft before his fingers circled and played with the tip, his thumb stroking the sensitive slit. Chansung's hips bucked forward from the twitch of pleasure, only teasing himself once before his hand slid down his erection.
His thick digits traced the vein pulsing along his cock, pressing against it before they circled around the head and he twisted his wrist, jerking his hand over it. His hips began to twitch when he pumped his hand up and down, the lube making a slick sound that echoed in the small hotel room. Wrapping his fingers around his shaft, he held it in a tight grip and stroked it fast, his fingers barely making it to the tip as he focused on the base.
Licking his palm, he pressed it against the head of his throbbing erection while his other hand squeezed his cock. Chansung rocked his hips off the bed and his voice grew louder while he panted and moaned. His closed eyes left it to his imagination, picturing Junho's plump backside in his hands again and his fingers squeezing it tightly to make the small boy whimper and moan himself. “Fuck...”
He growled deeply when the vein started to throb faster against his fingers, his cock swelling even more from the images running through his mind. The sound of his hands working in the lube filled his ears and soon Chansung thrust his hips, thick warm cum spurting out from the tip of his cock, dropping down on the trail leading from his belly button and covering his fingers. He fell against the bed, becoming a panting mess while he lazily stroked his pulsing shaft. Chansung's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to calm his breathing, the orgasm causing his body to shine with sweat, his hair stuck to his forehead, still wet from the shower.
Chansung licked his dry lips, sitting up once a little of his strength came back to him. He scooted his rear off the bed and walked back into the bathroom to wash his hands and abdomen. He heard a knock on the door after wrapping the robe around himself and doing up the tie.
“Why was the door locked?” Junho frowned, walking into the room and setting his things down. “No one can get in without a key anyways,” he said as he noticed the wet maknae.
“Sorry,” Chansung chuckled, patting the older male's hair as an apology. “It was just a habit.” He turned to head back to the bathroom to fix his hair, brushing his fingers through it.
Junho glanced down at the maknae's bed, raising a brow and shaking his head. He picked up the small bottle and carried it to the bathroom, “Bro, I don't care if you need to do it, just tell me and I'll give you some time.”
The younger male looked down at the item set down on the counter next to him, his face suddenly turning a dark shade of red. “R-right... Thanks Junho.”
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junho, solo Chansung
Summary: Junho finds out that he’s pretty spoiled when it comes to having his pants tailored in Korea, but when he and Chansung go shopping in New York, he finds that USA does not cater to his back end.
NOTE: Lol, yup you'll want more and nope, I won't be writing it :P
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
“Uh Chansung, I have a problem.”
It was understandable, the issue that came up for Junho when 2PM made their tour to America. Back home in Korea, everything was custom made or adjusted to fit them perfectly but in New York, their needs weren't catered to. In fact, there wasn't even a slight chance that Junho would have the ability to dress his bottom well there.
After popping his head out from behind the curtain to call out to Chansung, the two boys ducked into the change stall. The maknae's eyes stayed glued to the plump ass overhanging the jeans not quite pulled up to Junho's hips. He chewed on his lip as he stared, more amazed than shocked, that the famous “Hobutt” would actually be this much of an issue. He was shaken out of his stupor when Junho wiggled his ass, trying to get the roundness to shift into the jeans. “A little help?”
Chansung swallowed, doing the only thing he could think about doing. His hands pressed against the smaller boy's asscheeks, pushing Junho into the wall as he squished the two globes as flat as he could, his big hands completely covering each cheek.
“Y-yah!” Junho shouted, a blush filling his cheeks.
“Pull the pants up now.”
Junho kept pressed against the wall as he struggled to pull the tight jeans up, feeling the younger male's hands gripping and squeezing his ass. He blamed the heat in his cheeks from the undertaking of trying hard to get into the pants rather than the maknae's thick fingers pressing into his squished ass cheeks. A loud sigh left his lips after he was finally to wiggle into the jeans, his butt pressed tight against his body, making it look smaller than it was. Junho swallowed when he took a few steps, the no-give material making it difficult for him to walk. “Okay... Forget it.”
The maknae covered his mouth as he snorted while watching the older member wobble around in his new pants. Junho caught his snicker as he received a punch in the arm as punishment, laughing on his way out of the stall. He waved his hand to fan his face, not really thinking too much about the reason why, dismissing it as just being hot from being cramped in the stall, rather than because of another fairly large reason.
He leaned against the wall while waiting for Junho, hearing grunts and pants coming from behind the curtain, “Do you need help taking those off?”
After a high sigh left the stall, Chansung slipped back in, shaking his head from the small boy's reddened face. Taking his place again, he positioned himself behind Junho and wiggled his fingers into the back of the other boy's pants, grunting himself when he found it difficult to squeeze his thick fingers between the material and Junho's backside. He bit his lip, hearing the older boy gasp softly when his digits started to molest the squished ass.
“S-sorry,” he muttered in Junho's ear, not noticing the flesh starting to turn red.
His face twisted while his hands pushed harder until his palms were filled with the full, round, booty. Chansung swallowed the lump in his throat, his hands trapped and the tightness of the jeans starting to cut the circulation off from his wrists. His fingers started to twitch and Junho squirmed around.
“Y-yah, stop that...”
“My hands are falling asleep, hurry up and take the pants off,” he growled, feeling the numbness in his fingertips.
He moved with Junho as the older boy shook and wiggled his hips, trying everything he could before the pants finally let go of his ass with a pop. Chansung held his hands, red and tingly from the lack of blood flow.
“Don't ever ask me to do that again...”
“Don't worry you pervert, I won't,” Junho pulled on his original pants and pushed passed the maknae, smirking from the shocked look on his face.
“Any luck?” Nichkhun asked once the group had formed again, folding his own clothes neatly to fit into his suitcase.
Junho sighed and dropped down into the chair, shaking his head, “No, they were all too small.”
“Too small?” the Thai raised a brow, his eyes meeting the disappointed younger member's. “You're not big Junho so why would they be...?” the question trailed off when he looked at Chansung holding back his laughter. “Something you want to share Chansung?”
The glare Junho shot to the maknae was enough to keep him quiet before Chansung excused himself to his room, mumbling about needing to take a shower. He stripped himself of his clothing before turning on the water and stepping into the tub, letting the warm water pour over his body. Chansung closed his eyes, moaning softly from the gentle spray hitting his sore body. Travelling was getting to him, he was tired and his muscles ached from being cramped while taking planes and vehicles, sharing them with too many others.
The calming shower started to clear his mind before new thoughts drifted into his head, making him swallow nervously, his fingers twitching. With his eyes closed, Chansung started to remember his hands holding Junho's ass, the soft cheeks held in each palm. He shuddered when his body started to heat up, his fingers recalling just how squishy and full the other boy's backside was.
Even when they were trainees, Chansung had never seen an ass like that except for rap music videos. It was true that he took up an unhealthy obsession of staring at it whenever he got the chance while they got close. Being together for years now, his mind had slowly drifted away from wondering and wanting to touch it. He was fortunate to have Junho sit in his lap a few times though, trying not to make it obvious that he was admiring the round rump.
Chansung hadn't noticed that he had started panting and he opened his eyes, deciding to turn the shower off but not before spotting his length standing up proudly. His eyes widened in shock, “D-did I just get hard from thinking about Junho?”
Another lump travelled down his throat when he turned off the water and got out of the shower, patting down his body and avoiding his erection. Chansung threw the robe over his shoulders and peeked out of the bathroom, seeing that Junho wasn't back yet. Locking the door, he made his way over to his bag and fished out the bottle of lube.
“Might as well get this over with...”
He dropped himself onto his bed, beginning to rub himself over the house coat and moaning deep in his throat. Chansung closed his eyes as his breathing quickened a bit, his back arching off the bed when the pleasure he stimulated from his cock rippled up his spine. Rolling his hips against his hand, he started to grope himself harder, squeezing his shaft through the material. He opened his eyes to see the bulge under the robe, his cock now fully hard.
Chansung opened his robe before popping open the cap of the bottle, pouring the lubricant into his hand. He gripped his hardened cock and started to stroke the slick fluid around the tight skin, a low moan rumbling in his throat. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when the jelly lube coated his shaft before his fingers circled and played with the tip, his thumb stroking the sensitive slit. Chansung's hips bucked forward from the twitch of pleasure, only teasing himself once before his hand slid down his erection.
His thick digits traced the vein pulsing along his cock, pressing against it before they circled around the head and he twisted his wrist, jerking his hand over it. His hips began to twitch when he pumped his hand up and down, the lube making a slick sound that echoed in the small hotel room. Wrapping his fingers around his shaft, he held it in a tight grip and stroked it fast, his fingers barely making it to the tip as he focused on the base.
Licking his palm, he pressed it against the head of his throbbing erection while his other hand squeezed his cock. Chansung rocked his hips off the bed and his voice grew louder while he panted and moaned. His closed eyes left it to his imagination, picturing Junho's plump backside in his hands again and his fingers squeezing it tightly to make the small boy whimper and moan himself. “Fuck...”
He growled deeply when the vein started to throb faster against his fingers, his cock swelling even more from the images running through his mind. The sound of his hands working in the lube filled his ears and soon Chansung thrust his hips, thick warm cum spurting out from the tip of his cock, dropping down on the trail leading from his belly button and covering his fingers. He fell against the bed, becoming a panting mess while he lazily stroked his pulsing shaft. Chansung's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to calm his breathing, the orgasm causing his body to shine with sweat, his hair stuck to his forehead, still wet from the shower.
Chansung licked his dry lips, sitting up once a little of his strength came back to him. He scooted his rear off the bed and walked back into the bathroom to wash his hands and abdomen. He heard a knock on the door after wrapping the robe around himself and doing up the tie.
“Why was the door locked?” Junho frowned, walking into the room and setting his things down. “No one can get in without a key anyways,” he said as he noticed the wet maknae.
“Sorry,” Chansung chuckled, patting the older male's hair as an apology. “It was just a habit.” He turned to head back to the bathroom to fix his hair, brushing his fingers through it.
Junho glanced down at the maknae's bed, raising a brow and shaking his head. He picked up the small bottle and carried it to the bathroom, “Bro, I don't care if you need to do it, just tell me and I'll give you some time.”
The younger male looked down at the item set down on the counter next to him, his face suddenly turning a dark shade of red. “R-right... Thanks Junho.”