it's a smut...why do i write smut? ::headdesk::
written for MBLAQ Fic Meme
the prompt
Who I want: Seungho x everyone (OT5)
What I want: Seungho's not confident (about his body), and is reserved. The others bring him out of his shell.
Preferred Rating: NC17?
They trudged into their apartment, shoulders rounded and heads down. Seungho kept plenty of space between himself and the other guys. He’d held tight to his embarrassment-induced anger while on-set but just barely. The other four knew how he felt about his body, his lack of tight abs and hard pecs. After so much time together, they knew well each other’s insecurities. Why did they have to broadcast his on national television.
And probably all over the internet by now, he thought irritably.
Once inside, he headed for his room, ignored the whispering cluster in the living room, and slammed his door. In the quiet of his room, he stripped, tired but too angry -and hurt- fall asleep easily. Curling up under his comforter, feeling a bit of comfort in the shroud, he let his mind drift.
And felt hands on his back, on his ass, and on his thighs. A body replaced the hands and pressed into his back while another body pressed against the front of his legs. When lips touched his, Seungho startled from his drifting thoughts. G.O. smiled against his lips.
“Let us make you feel better.” The whisper in his ear belonged to Thunder.
A hand palmed his flaccid penis through his pajama pants and Seungho glanced down as best he could while his lips were being slowly ravaged by G.O. Mir smiled up at him and stroked his penis while Joon, flush against Mir’s back, caressed Seungho’s thighs and hips .
Pulling back from G.O.’s lips, Seungho gasped, “What the hell-“ G.O. took advantage and slipped his tongue into Seungho’s mouth.
Thunder answered the interrupted question. “We’re exploring your gorgeous body. Is that a problem?”
Briefly wondering at how husky Thunder’s voice could get, Seungho turned his head from G.O.’s questing mouth. “It’s not gorgeous. Go away. Fuck. Do you have to embarrass me in the privacy of our dorm as well as on television?”
Joon smacked Seungho’s thigh, causing him to wince at the sting. “It’s gorgeous. Don’t ever be ashamed of your body around us.”
Mir hummed his agreement and Seungho realized his sleep pants were halfway down his thighs so Mir’s breath slid over his beurgeouning erection. G.O. wound finger through his hair and yanked their mouths together. Thunder caressed a hand down his spine and followed his fingers with his lips. Joon used a hand to dance designs over his thighs and up to the abdominals he was so ashamed of while Mir, still fisting his erection, lapped at the head.
The myriad tactile sensations running through his body had Seungho quivering. He tried to keep track of who was where and doing what but lost the plot when a finger and tongue began working his entrance while a mouth, probably Mir’s, engulfed his penis. One of his hands tangled in G.O.’s hair as he found himself returning the kiss with fervor. Fingers pinched his nipples and he couldn’t decide if he should arch into the pain or away. The lower half of his body was in a torment of pleasure with hands, lips and tongues sliding over his penis, his balls, and his butthole.
When a slick finger slid inside him, he whimpered into G.O.’s mouth and bucked into Mir’s. G.O. sucked in his tongue and Mir deep-throated him. He wondered where his members got the practice for this kind of thing. G.O. nibbled on his upper lip as Joon twisted and pulled a nipple and a second finger was added to the first. Seungho moaned and twitched at the invasion. A slight burn, a fierce pleasure slid up his back and into his brain.
There was a shifting and he could taste himself on Mir’s tongue and more fingers opened his body. The burn intensified along with the pleasure slowing ripping apart his brain. Another mouth sucked in his penis and teased the head. A hand fondled his balls. Then Mir was whispering a question and he found himself nodding. Taking Mir’s hard cock into his mouth, Seungho wondered at the slightly sweet taste the younger man possessed. He knew, from Mir’s mouth, his own taste was a bit salty, a bit dark. When a cock replaced the fingers at his entrance, Seungho briefly surfaced, thrashed, and moan against the invasion. The vibrations had Mir shivering and growling and the penis breaching Seungho’s body didn’t retreat.
Words, dark words of passion and lust and desire and fucking, wound through the air. There were moans and sighs from the others. Seungho knew he would wonder later at five guys fucking on one narrow bunk bed. He’d also wonder who exactly had been doing what at various points. At least the points he would remember clearly. At the moment, he only knew the taste and feel of Mir in his mouth and the feel of someone’s penis in his body. The burn was faster, more intense, despite the lube and the preparation. Still the pain blended with a raw pleasure until he was moving back onto the penis. A rhythm developed and soon all five were moving. It wasn’t graceful or fluid. It was all rough thrusts and desperate motions.
The peak loomed before Seungho and cried out against Mir’s cock, unable to keep the concentration necessary to continue the blow job. Mir fisted his own cock and stroked it rapidly, shooting cum onto Seungho’s face. Seungho felt a mouth swallow his come and the person behind him, who turned out to be Joon, thrust frantically inside him before orgasming. Mir licked his own come from Seungho’s face and murmured how delicious it tasted off Seungho’s skin. They kiss briefly but savagely before Mir curled up on the bed, pleased. Seungho glanced down at a couple of moans and realized G.O. had been the last one sucking him off while Thunder pounded into G.O. from behind. The two men moaned one last time as they slid over the edge of ecstasy.
Curled or sprawled, all five lay panting, tangled together with sweat and come cooling on naked skin. Seungho wondered how long his members had been fucking each other. And why they’d never asked him to join.
As if reading his mind, G.O. said, “We figured you’d say no, knowing how self-conscious you are of your body.”
“Then why try it tonight?” Seungho glanced into the dark eyes.
“Because you’re sexy and unaware of it. Because we all got fed up with waiting and wanting to fuck you. Because you were so down, we figured you might be willing.” G.O. glanced away. “We took advantage of your vulnerability.”
Seungho looked at his band mates. Mir curled cat-like and sleepy near the head of the bed. Thunder snuggled against G.O.’s back and watched Seungho silently. G.O. shifted and started to look guilty. Joon rested his head on Seungho’s waist so he could study the older man’s reaction.
Slowly, Seungho began to smile. “Please take advantage of my vulnerability more often.”
The other four blinked and then cheered and catcalled. Naked and sated, Seungho felt comfortable in his skin for the first time in years.
the prompt
Who I want: Seungho x everyone (OT5)
What I want: Seungho's not confident (about his body), and is reserved. The others bring him out of his shell.
Preferred Rating: NC17?
They trudged into their apartment, shoulders rounded and heads down. Seungho kept plenty of space between himself and the other guys. He’d held tight to his embarrassment-induced anger while on-set but just barely. The other four knew how he felt about his body, his lack of tight abs and hard pecs. After so much time together, they knew well each other’s insecurities. Why did they have to broadcast his on national television.
And probably all over the internet by now, he thought irritably.
Once inside, he headed for his room, ignored the whispering cluster in the living room, and slammed his door. In the quiet of his room, he stripped, tired but too angry -and hurt- fall asleep easily. Curling up under his comforter, feeling a bit of comfort in the shroud, he let his mind drift.
And felt hands on his back, on his ass, and on his thighs. A body replaced the hands and pressed into his back while another body pressed against the front of his legs. When lips touched his, Seungho startled from his drifting thoughts. G.O. smiled against his lips.
“Let us make you feel better.” The whisper in his ear belonged to Thunder.
A hand palmed his flaccid penis through his pajama pants and Seungho glanced down as best he could while his lips were being slowly ravaged by G.O. Mir smiled up at him and stroked his penis while Joon, flush against Mir’s back, caressed Seungho’s thighs and hips .
Pulling back from G.O.’s lips, Seungho gasped, “What the hell-“ G.O. took advantage and slipped his tongue into Seungho’s mouth.
Thunder answered the interrupted question. “We’re exploring your gorgeous body. Is that a problem?”
Briefly wondering at how husky Thunder’s voice could get, Seungho turned his head from G.O.’s questing mouth. “It’s not gorgeous. Go away. Fuck. Do you have to embarrass me in the privacy of our dorm as well as on television?”
Joon smacked Seungho’s thigh, causing him to wince at the sting. “It’s gorgeous. Don’t ever be ashamed of your body around us.”
Mir hummed his agreement and Seungho realized his sleep pants were halfway down his thighs so Mir’s breath slid over his beurgeouning erection. G.O. wound finger through his hair and yanked their mouths together. Thunder caressed a hand down his spine and followed his fingers with his lips. Joon used a hand to dance designs over his thighs and up to the abdominals he was so ashamed of while Mir, still fisting his erection, lapped at the head.
The myriad tactile sensations running through his body had Seungho quivering. He tried to keep track of who was where and doing what but lost the plot when a finger and tongue began working his entrance while a mouth, probably Mir’s, engulfed his penis. One of his hands tangled in G.O.’s hair as he found himself returning the kiss with fervor. Fingers pinched his nipples and he couldn’t decide if he should arch into the pain or away. The lower half of his body was in a torment of pleasure with hands, lips and tongues sliding over his penis, his balls, and his butthole.
When a slick finger slid inside him, he whimpered into G.O.’s mouth and bucked into Mir’s. G.O. sucked in his tongue and Mir deep-throated him. He wondered where his members got the practice for this kind of thing. G.O. nibbled on his upper lip as Joon twisted and pulled a nipple and a second finger was added to the first. Seungho moaned and twitched at the invasion. A slight burn, a fierce pleasure slid up his back and into his brain.
There was a shifting and he could taste himself on Mir’s tongue and more fingers opened his body. The burn intensified along with the pleasure slowing ripping apart his brain. Another mouth sucked in his penis and teased the head. A hand fondled his balls. Then Mir was whispering a question and he found himself nodding. Taking Mir’s hard cock into his mouth, Seungho wondered at the slightly sweet taste the younger man possessed. He knew, from Mir’s mouth, his own taste was a bit salty, a bit dark. When a cock replaced the fingers at his entrance, Seungho briefly surfaced, thrashed, and moan against the invasion. The vibrations had Mir shivering and growling and the penis breaching Seungho’s body didn’t retreat.
Words, dark words of passion and lust and desire and fucking, wound through the air. There were moans and sighs from the others. Seungho knew he would wonder later at five guys fucking on one narrow bunk bed. He’d also wonder who exactly had been doing what at various points. At least the points he would remember clearly. At the moment, he only knew the taste and feel of Mir in his mouth and the feel of someone’s penis in his body. The burn was faster, more intense, despite the lube and the preparation. Still the pain blended with a raw pleasure until he was moving back onto the penis. A rhythm developed and soon all five were moving. It wasn’t graceful or fluid. It was all rough thrusts and desperate motions.
The peak loomed before Seungho and cried out against Mir’s cock, unable to keep the concentration necessary to continue the blow job. Mir fisted his own cock and stroked it rapidly, shooting cum onto Seungho’s face. Seungho felt a mouth swallow his come and the person behind him, who turned out to be Joon, thrust frantically inside him before orgasming. Mir licked his own come from Seungho’s face and murmured how delicious it tasted off Seungho’s skin. They kiss briefly but savagely before Mir curled up on the bed, pleased. Seungho glanced down at a couple of moans and realized G.O. had been the last one sucking him off while Thunder pounded into G.O. from behind. The two men moaned one last time as they slid over the edge of ecstasy.
Curled or sprawled, all five lay panting, tangled together with sweat and come cooling on naked skin. Seungho wondered how long his members had been fucking each other. And why they’d never asked him to join.
As if reading his mind, G.O. said, “We figured you’d say no, knowing how self-conscious you are of your body.”
“Then why try it tonight?” Seungho glanced into the dark eyes.
“Because you’re sexy and unaware of it. Because we all got fed up with waiting and wanting to fuck you. Because you were so down, we figured you might be willing.” G.O. glanced away. “We took advantage of your vulnerability.”
Seungho looked at his band mates. Mir curled cat-like and sleepy near the head of the bed. Thunder snuggled against G.O.’s back and watched Seungho silently. G.O. shifted and started to look guilty. Joon rested his head on Seungho’s waist so he could study the older man’s reaction.
Slowly, Seungho began to smile. “Please take advantage of my vulnerability more often.”
The other four blinked and then cheered and catcalled. Naked and sated, Seungho felt comfortable in his skin for the first time in years.