Angel of the New Year
Title: Angel of the New Year
Rating: PG-13
Genre: --
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Bullied Junho is forced to dress up as an angel for 2PM's new years eve night.
Author's Notes: Sorry for not writing, I have loads of ideas but just haven't felt like writing lately.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
“This is ridiculous! I'm not wearing this!” Junho shouted, standing before the other members of 2PM wearing a white sheet draped over his chest and tied around his waist, gold cuffs around his wrists and ankles, and a feathered halo around his head. The other members laughed and Taecyeon held his hand over his mouth.
“I-it looks great on you, Junho,” the tall male tried to talk while holding back his laughter.
The large pout on the small male's face had the room roaring in laughter, the sound echoing through the small area. Junho rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head when he shoved passed the other males.
“P-put a coat on! It's cold out!” Wooyoung let out his laugh loudly.
Junho felt the cold tingling up his bare legs when they rode in the van to the bar. He wanted to be at home, or at least at the dorm on New Years. If it wasn't for the ridiculous outfit that the other members had him wearing, he would've been happy to spend the starting of the new year with them.
He sat in the seat with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face, his legs wide open and not minding the skirt on his hips. The small table in the middle of the curved couch hid what could've been exposed but Nichkhun closed the younger male's legs when he sat down next to him. “I know we have a private booth, Junho, but you know what it does to everyone else when you leave yourself vulnerable.”
Eyes rolled behind the small slits when Nichkhun winked at him, knowing that the most perverted person there was the Thai. When the older male chuckled and got up, Junho grabbed the nearest drink and swallowed the contents, growling in his throat when the alcohol burned it. He had told himself that he wouldn't drink too much because he was a horrible drinker, but as time went on in that horrible outfit, the less he cared. He was light so the other members could easily carry him back. Junho finished off everyone's drinks before a full one was slid in his direction. He didn't even bother to question where it came from before tossing his head back and swallowing. By the time he was done, the alcohol no longer affected his throat.
Junho wobbled out of his seat and stumbled before an arm wrapped around his waist, Taecyeon's slender fingers squeezing it gently. “Come sing with us!”
Being too plastered to be moody anymore, Junho stood with his hyungs while they sang their lungs out. They had a few days off so it was okay to exercise their lungs. Chansung scrunched up his nose from the horrible singing coming from the males by the microphone. The awful sound and slurred words made his ears hurt and he was thankful when they finally decided to call it quits. He hadn't gotten himself drunk like the others but had allowed himself to get a buzz from the drinks.
His eyes caught Junho when the older male laughed and staggered off the small stage, the halo almost falling off his head when he caught the wall. Chansung bit into his lip when the small male hiccuped and made his way out of the room to head towards the van. He followed quietly, watching as Junho's bare legs wobbled towards the front entrance. His eyes slowly travelled up the large backside outlined by white material and Chansung shook his head, stepping in front of the other male, “I'm going to walk Junho back to the hotel, he needs some fresh air.”
“Are you sure? It's cold outside,” Minjun looked down at the younger male leaning against the wall.
“We'll be fine, the hotel is only a block away.”
After the others left, Chansung wrapped the puffy coat around the small male's body and let him ride on his back. He gripped Junho's thick thighs, shivering once he stepped outside but he needed the cold air to cool him down. His body was feeling hot and Junho wasn't helping but with the way the other male was walking, he figured he needed some air as well.
His ears turned red when Junho started to groan softly and he was beginning to worry that the other male would throw up on him without warning. “Chansung-aaaah...” The tall male tensed, waiting and about to put Junho down when he spoke again, “It's cold on my butt.”
Chansung snorted and smiled, shaking his head and starting to walk with a faster pace, “Sorry Junho, we'll be back soon.”
After avoiding the looks of the other drunkards in the elevator, Chansung carried the younger male to their room and gently placed him on top of the bed. He made a trip into the bathroom before coming out to find Junho standing at the window, looking out over the beautiful view of the city. Slowly making his way over, he paused when the older male turned around, fully awake now.
Junho stepped towards the tall male, the halo bouncing with his steps before he grabbed the other male's collar and pushed him onto the bed. A soft grunt left Chansung's throat as he stared at the older male, watching when he crawled onto his hips and hovered over them. His fingers slid up Junho's thighs, his eyes lighting up and his lips forming in a large smile, “What a naughty angel... Where is your underwear?”
Lowering his hips, Junho seated himself in Chansung's lap and softly ground against the tall male's crotch. “I have sinned tonight by drinking alcohol... I'm so close to losing my halo, Chansung-ah.”
A huge grin stretched across the maknae's lips and his fingers slipped to Junho's crotch, wrapping them around the small male's length and beginning to pump it. “I'll be your demon, Junho. Come be a sinner with me.”
“Make me yours,” Junho whispered softly before a loud moan echoed through the room. “Taint me.”
Rating: PG-13
Genre: --
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Bullied Junho is forced to dress up as an angel for 2PM's new years eve night.
Author's Notes: Sorry for not writing, I have loads of ideas but just haven't felt like writing lately.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
“This is ridiculous! I'm not wearing this!” Junho shouted, standing before the other members of 2PM wearing a white sheet draped over his chest and tied around his waist, gold cuffs around his wrists and ankles, and a feathered halo around his head. The other members laughed and Taecyeon held his hand over his mouth.
“I-it looks great on you, Junho,” the tall male tried to talk while holding back his laughter.
The large pout on the small male's face had the room roaring in laughter, the sound echoing through the small area. Junho rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head when he shoved passed the other males.
“P-put a coat on! It's cold out!” Wooyoung let out his laugh loudly.
Junho felt the cold tingling up his bare legs when they rode in the van to the bar. He wanted to be at home, or at least at the dorm on New Years. If it wasn't for the ridiculous outfit that the other members had him wearing, he would've been happy to spend the starting of the new year with them.
He sat in the seat with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face, his legs wide open and not minding the skirt on his hips. The small table in the middle of the curved couch hid what could've been exposed but Nichkhun closed the younger male's legs when he sat down next to him. “I know we have a private booth, Junho, but you know what it does to everyone else when you leave yourself vulnerable.”
Eyes rolled behind the small slits when Nichkhun winked at him, knowing that the most perverted person there was the Thai. When the older male chuckled and got up, Junho grabbed the nearest drink and swallowed the contents, growling in his throat when the alcohol burned it. He had told himself that he wouldn't drink too much because he was a horrible drinker, but as time went on in that horrible outfit, the less he cared. He was light so the other members could easily carry him back. Junho finished off everyone's drinks before a full one was slid in his direction. He didn't even bother to question where it came from before tossing his head back and swallowing. By the time he was done, the alcohol no longer affected his throat.
Junho wobbled out of his seat and stumbled before an arm wrapped around his waist, Taecyeon's slender fingers squeezing it gently. “Come sing with us!”
Being too plastered to be moody anymore, Junho stood with his hyungs while they sang their lungs out. They had a few days off so it was okay to exercise their lungs. Chansung scrunched up his nose from the horrible singing coming from the males by the microphone. The awful sound and slurred words made his ears hurt and he was thankful when they finally decided to call it quits. He hadn't gotten himself drunk like the others but had allowed himself to get a buzz from the drinks.
His eyes caught Junho when the older male laughed and staggered off the small stage, the halo almost falling off his head when he caught the wall. Chansung bit into his lip when the small male hiccuped and made his way out of the room to head towards the van. He followed quietly, watching as Junho's bare legs wobbled towards the front entrance. His eyes slowly travelled up the large backside outlined by white material and Chansung shook his head, stepping in front of the other male, “I'm going to walk Junho back to the hotel, he needs some fresh air.”
“Are you sure? It's cold outside,” Minjun looked down at the younger male leaning against the wall.
“We'll be fine, the hotel is only a block away.”
After the others left, Chansung wrapped the puffy coat around the small male's body and let him ride on his back. He gripped Junho's thick thighs, shivering once he stepped outside but he needed the cold air to cool him down. His body was feeling hot and Junho wasn't helping but with the way the other male was walking, he figured he needed some air as well.
His ears turned red when Junho started to groan softly and he was beginning to worry that the other male would throw up on him without warning. “Chansung-aaaah...” The tall male tensed, waiting and about to put Junho down when he spoke again, “It's cold on my butt.”
Chansung snorted and smiled, shaking his head and starting to walk with a faster pace, “Sorry Junho, we'll be back soon.”
After avoiding the looks of the other drunkards in the elevator, Chansung carried the younger male to their room and gently placed him on top of the bed. He made a trip into the bathroom before coming out to find Junho standing at the window, looking out over the beautiful view of the city. Slowly making his way over, he paused when the older male turned around, fully awake now.
Junho stepped towards the tall male, the halo bouncing with his steps before he grabbed the other male's collar and pushed him onto the bed. A soft grunt left Chansung's throat as he stared at the older male, watching when he crawled onto his hips and hovered over them. His fingers slid up Junho's thighs, his eyes lighting up and his lips forming in a large smile, “What a naughty angel... Where is your underwear?”
Lowering his hips, Junho seated himself in Chansung's lap and softly ground against the tall male's crotch. “I have sinned tonight by drinking alcohol... I'm so close to losing my halo, Chansung-ah.”
A huge grin stretched across the maknae's lips and his fingers slipped to Junho's crotch, wrapping them around the small male's length and beginning to pump it. “I'll be your demon, Junho. Come be a sinner with me.”
“Make me yours,” Junho whispered softly before a loud moan echoed through the room. “Taint me.”