Look At Me
Title: Look At Me
Pairing: Taeil x P.O
Rating: NC-17
Genre(s): smut, romance
Word Count: 1.6k
Author's Note: shameless smut
Summary: Taeil has a habit of burying his face in something when he hits his climax, whether it be a pillow or Jihoon. This time Jihoon makes absolute sure that Taeil is looking at him when he orgasms.
Jihoon’s palms run over the expanse of Taeil’s naked bosom, currently cupped beneath his hands. He has Taeil bent in half with his ass in the air, head pressed against their white bedroom wall and hands shaking and reaching out for something to hold.
Jihoon gazes down at his love with a knowing smile and his dimples show every little bit of happiness in Jihoon’s gaze.
Taeil had always known what a hopeless romantic Jihoon is, five years of cheesy date nights and heartfelt hand written letters left around in his house when Jihoon wasn’t spending the night at his house.
During their first date Taeil had coaxed Jihoon into his bedroom only to be pushed away because, “I don’t want our relationship to be based on sex”. Taeil had (out of embarrassment) whacked Jihoon on the chest and had cried for an hour, just until Jihoon managed to put him to rest by spooning him and running his fingers through his hair.
While Taeil wanted a fast pace relationship with a kiss on the second date and something more on the third, Jihoon was a steady planner, a wide eyed innocent boy with a heart of gold, managing to capture the heart of someone who wasn’t ‘easy’.
It wasn’t until their nth date when Taeil had drank too much that he confessed to Jihoon how much he wanted to get into bed with him, for Jihoon to show him that he truly did love him, and Jihoon had snapped, dragged Taeil home and had made love to him the very moment Taeil’s back touched the bed.
Taeil knew how much Jihoon loved him, however they moved at two separate paces, and even though they fought to be in the same exact moment, they always managed to become one in the end, finding their differences to be similarities and things they could treasure.
“Hurry up,” Taeil murmurs shyly, breath uneven and only because the position he is currently in is uncomfortable and part of him wonders if he’ll have spine problems the more they do it like this.
“Shh,” Jihoon quiets the latter, a glowering smirk when he presses his middle finger to the rim of Taeil’s entrance, watching him squirm. It had been two months since the last time they’ve been in this position, toppled over each other with one on the receiving end courtesy of their busy work schedules, barely finding time to spend a day alone together.
“We’re going to take it slow.”
Taeil grunt in response but quiets himself by shutting his mouth and closing his eyes to relax. It’s not much of a painful process but it is uncomfortable, something he knows he will never get used to.
Jihoon’s finger circles around the rim and teases, prodding the entrance and sliding in, out until Taeil grows impatient and begins to roll into each small thrust.
Jihoon pulls back and Taeil retaliates by using digging his fingers into the bed sheets and sighing with a bit of an exaggerated noise of irritation.
The latter chuckles and grabs the dresser, opening it and fishing out a small bottle of lubrication from the bottom, buried beneath pairs of socks where it is safely hidden from his parents’ eyes whenever they visit.
Jihoon moves back to his last position and steadies Taeil’s legs on his shoulders so he doesn’t grow tired of keeping his body up. His slicks his first three fingers with the lube and centers his index finger to Taeil’s entrance. With a nod from his boyfriend he slowly presses in, meanwhile leaning over the latter’s body and dipping down to kiss him, just to distract him from any discomfort.
Taeil breathes into his mouth and makes little noises, hips jerking when Jihoon slides his finger in all that he can, wiggling his finger only slightly as Taeil makes promising noises.
A second finger is added upon the sharp cry of ‘god damn-it Jihoon, come on’. He starts a slow steady rhythm of rocking his fingers in and out of Taeil, making sure to curl his fingers in the right place at the right time, just the way Taeil likes.
Within minutes Taeil is unraveling beneath him, pleading with the tip of his tongue grazing his wet lips and his eyes downcast on Jihoon’s clothed erection, growing at the sight of his lover begging him for more.
“Please,” Taeil pleads when his arms circle around Jihoon’s neck and presses him down, the shift being a surprising change and Taeil cries out in pleasure.
Jihoon removes his fingers and pulls down the zipper of his jeans and he sighs in contempt with the way he feels much freer, the way pressure seems to roll off of his body when he pulls down his pants and underwear. His red, hardened dick drips with pre-cum and he efficiently strokes his dick as he stares down at Taeil, watches with his brown orbs become filled with eagerness, excitement.
Jihoon smothers his dick with the lubrication and presses the tip of his length to Taeil’s eager opening, eyes tearing away from the way his body reacts to being left open, the way Taeil tenses and the way his labored breathing affects every little signal he sends to Jihoon, who only gazes upon him in fascination.
All he wants to do is spend the rest of his life worshiping the man he loves most.
Of course, starting that right now wouldn’t be the best idea
“Jihoon,” Taeil coos from where he is, arms hooked beneath his legs to keep them up.
Jihoon nods at him and presses closer to his boyfriend, moving his legs back over his shoulders as he presses against his entrance with more pressure, watching the tip poke in and shuddering from the feeling he gets when Taeil squeezes again, gently scooting down subtly so that he can press himself onto Jihoon who is going far more slow than he can accept.
Jihoon grabs the male’s hips and stops him, pausing briefly before he leans over and captures Taeil’s lips to calm him. Taeil’s tongue slithers into his mouth and Jihoon complies with the entrance of the others muscle, sucking and sliding his own tongue over the latter’s while he rocks his hips ever so slightly, burying himself to the hilt.
Taeil’s head falls back against the wooden frame of the bed and his back arches off the pillow under him.
“Are you okay?”
Jihoon’s breath is labored when he stops himself from bucking into his boyfriend even if he wants to fuck him right then and there, he doesn’t want to hurt his boyfriend or go too far, anything that could put the tiniest strain in their relationship should be avoided.
Taeil nods and closes his eyes in order to relax.
“Move,” Taeil commands while gasping for air, only because his hear is pounding hard inside his chest, though he doesn’t know why he’s nervous.
It may be because when he’s with Jihoon, every day seems like their first.
Jihoon pecks Taeil on the nose just as he begins to rock his hips, back and forth. His thrusts are sloppy and slow but it doesn’t take away the blissful moment when Taeil lets his arms fall back behind him and he opens his mouth to let the sounds fall out between his lips, knowing that it only fuels Jihoon even more, though their neighbors might be less than happy with it.
Jihoon begins to thrust with more force, rather more quickly than anything when the sound of skin slapping together echoes and harmonizes with Taeil’s lewd moans spilling from his mouth, filling Jihoon’s ears like music.
“Louder.” Jihoon’s eyes are clouded dark with lust, mouth open as he inhales and exhales.
Taeil opens his eyes to stare up at Jihoon, soon starting to rock into each thrust, hands guiding themselves to Jihoon’s hips as he moves himself forward, grabbing wherever he can.
Jihoon is pounding into him hard, even so that the bed is moving beneath them and yet Taeil still sees the same kindness, the same gentle look when he looks into Jihoon’s eyes and even if right now he is being fucked to oblivion by the man who sweeps him off his feet every day, Taeil can see the same man he fell in love with, and his heart does a little thump when Jihoon smiles at him, and a warmth spreads through his body.
“I-I’m, soon,” Taeil croaks from the back of his throat.
Jihoon nods, and even so he’s almost reached his limit, climax growing and soon his thrusts have slowed but his force hasn’t diminished, if not stronger than before.
Taeil wraps his arms around Jihoon’s neck again and pulls him down so he can bury his nose into the latter’s neck as per usual, only he’s surprised when Jihoon stops and pulls back from the confused man who stares up, blinking.
Taeil attempt to bury his face again but Jihoon stops him. His palms press against Taeil’s cheeks and he holds his face, albeit gently in his hands, as he rocks into the latter.
Jihoon’s climax builds until his thrusts are yet again sloppy but nonetheless consistent, Taeil’s whines filling the room. He wants to bury his face, do anything so he doesn’t have to look Jihoon in the eye when he finishes.
Only Jihoon isn’t going to let him.
“I’m coming,” Taeil’s voice cracks as Jihoon quickly rides out his own climax, the intensity of not being able to hide his face and the loving look that Jihoon gives him- the look that lets him know that he’s loved, that he’s worth it, that’s what has him over the edge, coming between their bodies and falling limp against the bed whereas Jihoon rides out his orgasm before falling on top of the latter to catch his breath.
“I hate you,” Taeil sputters, arms wrapping tight around Jihoon; he nuzzles into Jihoon’s neck and closes his eyes, the sound of his heart deafening.
“I love you too.”
A/N: sobbing
I did this for you guys.
Pairing: Taeil x P.O
Rating: NC-17
Genre(s): smut, romance
Word Count: 1.6k
Author's Note: shameless smut
Summary: Taeil has a habit of burying his face in something when he hits his climax, whether it be a pillow or Jihoon. This time Jihoon makes absolute sure that Taeil is looking at him when he orgasms.
Jihoon’s palms run over the expanse of Taeil’s naked bosom, currently cupped beneath his hands. He has Taeil bent in half with his ass in the air, head pressed against their white bedroom wall and hands shaking and reaching out for something to hold.
Jihoon gazes down at his love with a knowing smile and his dimples show every little bit of happiness in Jihoon’s gaze.
Taeil had always known what a hopeless romantic Jihoon is, five years of cheesy date nights and heartfelt hand written letters left around in his house when Jihoon wasn’t spending the night at his house.
During their first date Taeil had coaxed Jihoon into his bedroom only to be pushed away because, “I don’t want our relationship to be based on sex”. Taeil had (out of embarrassment) whacked Jihoon on the chest and had cried for an hour, just until Jihoon managed to put him to rest by spooning him and running his fingers through his hair.
While Taeil wanted a fast pace relationship with a kiss on the second date and something more on the third, Jihoon was a steady planner, a wide eyed innocent boy with a heart of gold, managing to capture the heart of someone who wasn’t ‘easy’.
It wasn’t until their nth date when Taeil had drank too much that he confessed to Jihoon how much he wanted to get into bed with him, for Jihoon to show him that he truly did love him, and Jihoon had snapped, dragged Taeil home and had made love to him the very moment Taeil’s back touched the bed.
Taeil knew how much Jihoon loved him, however they moved at two separate paces, and even though they fought to be in the same exact moment, they always managed to become one in the end, finding their differences to be similarities and things they could treasure.
“Hurry up,” Taeil murmurs shyly, breath uneven and only because the position he is currently in is uncomfortable and part of him wonders if he’ll have spine problems the more they do it like this.
“Shh,” Jihoon quiets the latter, a glowering smirk when he presses his middle finger to the rim of Taeil’s entrance, watching him squirm. It had been two months since the last time they’ve been in this position, toppled over each other with one on the receiving end courtesy of their busy work schedules, barely finding time to spend a day alone together.
“We’re going to take it slow.”
Taeil grunt in response but quiets himself by shutting his mouth and closing his eyes to relax. It’s not much of a painful process but it is uncomfortable, something he knows he will never get used to.
Jihoon’s finger circles around the rim and teases, prodding the entrance and sliding in, out until Taeil grows impatient and begins to roll into each small thrust.
Jihoon pulls back and Taeil retaliates by using digging his fingers into the bed sheets and sighing with a bit of an exaggerated noise of irritation.
The latter chuckles and grabs the dresser, opening it and fishing out a small bottle of lubrication from the bottom, buried beneath pairs of socks where it is safely hidden from his parents’ eyes whenever they visit.
Jihoon moves back to his last position and steadies Taeil’s legs on his shoulders so he doesn’t grow tired of keeping his body up. His slicks his first three fingers with the lube and centers his index finger to Taeil’s entrance. With a nod from his boyfriend he slowly presses in, meanwhile leaning over the latter’s body and dipping down to kiss him, just to distract him from any discomfort.
Taeil breathes into his mouth and makes little noises, hips jerking when Jihoon slides his finger in all that he can, wiggling his finger only slightly as Taeil makes promising noises.
A second finger is added upon the sharp cry of ‘god damn-it Jihoon, come on’. He starts a slow steady rhythm of rocking his fingers in and out of Taeil, making sure to curl his fingers in the right place at the right time, just the way Taeil likes.
Within minutes Taeil is unraveling beneath him, pleading with the tip of his tongue grazing his wet lips and his eyes downcast on Jihoon’s clothed erection, growing at the sight of his lover begging him for more.
“Please,” Taeil pleads when his arms circle around Jihoon’s neck and presses him down, the shift being a surprising change and Taeil cries out in pleasure.
Jihoon removes his fingers and pulls down the zipper of his jeans and he sighs in contempt with the way he feels much freer, the way pressure seems to roll off of his body when he pulls down his pants and underwear. His red, hardened dick drips with pre-cum and he efficiently strokes his dick as he stares down at Taeil, watches with his brown orbs become filled with eagerness, excitement.
Jihoon smothers his dick with the lubrication and presses the tip of his length to Taeil’s eager opening, eyes tearing away from the way his body reacts to being left open, the way Taeil tenses and the way his labored breathing affects every little signal he sends to Jihoon, who only gazes upon him in fascination.
All he wants to do is spend the rest of his life worshiping the man he loves most.
Of course, starting that right now wouldn’t be the best idea
“Jihoon,” Taeil coos from where he is, arms hooked beneath his legs to keep them up.
Jihoon nods at him and presses closer to his boyfriend, moving his legs back over his shoulders as he presses against his entrance with more pressure, watching the tip poke in and shuddering from the feeling he gets when Taeil squeezes again, gently scooting down subtly so that he can press himself onto Jihoon who is going far more slow than he can accept.
Jihoon grabs the male’s hips and stops him, pausing briefly before he leans over and captures Taeil’s lips to calm him. Taeil’s tongue slithers into his mouth and Jihoon complies with the entrance of the others muscle, sucking and sliding his own tongue over the latter’s while he rocks his hips ever so slightly, burying himself to the hilt.
Taeil’s head falls back against the wooden frame of the bed and his back arches off the pillow under him.
“Are you okay?”
Jihoon’s breath is labored when he stops himself from bucking into his boyfriend even if he wants to fuck him right then and there, he doesn’t want to hurt his boyfriend or go too far, anything that could put the tiniest strain in their relationship should be avoided.
Taeil nods and closes his eyes in order to relax.
“Move,” Taeil commands while gasping for air, only because his hear is pounding hard inside his chest, though he doesn’t know why he’s nervous.
It may be because when he’s with Jihoon, every day seems like their first.
Jihoon pecks Taeil on the nose just as he begins to rock his hips, back and forth. His thrusts are sloppy and slow but it doesn’t take away the blissful moment when Taeil lets his arms fall back behind him and he opens his mouth to let the sounds fall out between his lips, knowing that it only fuels Jihoon even more, though their neighbors might be less than happy with it.
Jihoon begins to thrust with more force, rather more quickly than anything when the sound of skin slapping together echoes and harmonizes with Taeil’s lewd moans spilling from his mouth, filling Jihoon’s ears like music.
“Louder.” Jihoon’s eyes are clouded dark with lust, mouth open as he inhales and exhales.
Taeil opens his eyes to stare up at Jihoon, soon starting to rock into each thrust, hands guiding themselves to Jihoon’s hips as he moves himself forward, grabbing wherever he can.
Jihoon is pounding into him hard, even so that the bed is moving beneath them and yet Taeil still sees the same kindness, the same gentle look when he looks into Jihoon’s eyes and even if right now he is being fucked to oblivion by the man who sweeps him off his feet every day, Taeil can see the same man he fell in love with, and his heart does a little thump when Jihoon smiles at him, and a warmth spreads through his body.
“I-I’m, soon,” Taeil croaks from the back of his throat.
Jihoon nods, and even so he’s almost reached his limit, climax growing and soon his thrusts have slowed but his force hasn’t diminished, if not stronger than before.
Taeil wraps his arms around Jihoon’s neck again and pulls him down so he can bury his nose into the latter’s neck as per usual, only he’s surprised when Jihoon stops and pulls back from the confused man who stares up, blinking.
Taeil attempt to bury his face again but Jihoon stops him. His palms press against Taeil’s cheeks and he holds his face, albeit gently in his hands, as he rocks into the latter.
Jihoon’s climax builds until his thrusts are yet again sloppy but nonetheless consistent, Taeil’s whines filling the room. He wants to bury his face, do anything so he doesn’t have to look Jihoon in the eye when he finishes.
Only Jihoon isn’t going to let him.
“I’m coming,” Taeil’s voice cracks as Jihoon quickly rides out his own climax, the intensity of not being able to hide his face and the loving look that Jihoon gives him- the look that lets him know that he’s loved, that he’s worth it, that’s what has him over the edge, coming between their bodies and falling limp against the bed whereas Jihoon rides out his orgasm before falling on top of the latter to catch his breath.
“I hate you,” Taeil sputters, arms wrapping tight around Jihoon; he nuzzles into Jihoon’s neck and closes his eyes, the sound of his heart deafening.
“I love you too.”
A/N: sobbing
I did this for you guys.