porcelain fists.
porcelain fists.
kris/suho - nc-17 - smut - language, handjobs, dirty talk - 1118 words
in which Joonmyun talks too much.
Yifan spent an entire day in the library, and his brain is more than dead. He’s looking forward to a cup of instant noodles and then a long three-hour sleep before he has to get up and run his data again. This is the life of a struggling graduating student who isn’t good enough to wing his entire thesis. Then again, Yifan’s not the only one who wasted a day reading up articles in the peace of their university library, and some are still there, hoping that staying overnight with their books will secure them a decent B-.
He remembers the charger he borrowed from his roommate, Joonmyun, and brings it out of his bag to drop in his room. Joonmyun’s probably asleep by now; he was wise enough to start early on his report so that he wouldn’t have to cram like the rest of the student population.
What he doesn’t expect is to find Joonmyun leaning on the wall, cock in his hand while he jerks himself off with his eyes shut close. He looks over at the door, moaning when his eyes connect with Yifan’s. The taller male drops the charger and stares at Joonmyun. Yifan isn’t going to lie; he’s definitely going to think of Joonmyun’s loud moan when he masturbates in the shower tonight.
After four years of living together, Yifan has never seen him like this, completely wrecked and vulnerable. His shirt’s pulled up, showing taut muscles and pale skin. He has his pants halfway down his thighs, exposing a little bit of milky skin and his leaking cock clear for Yifan to see.
Yifan’s always assumed that Joonmyun was a virgin or a person who has no needs at all. One would expect that after four years, they know everything about each other. But Yifan has never caught Joonmyun like this, despite the numerous times that Yifan’s brought home a girl or guy or he just spent a little too long in the shower and Joonmyun got worried. Yifan’s afraid that he’ll never get the second chance.
“Oh god, Yifan,” Joonmyun moans, hand moving faster. “I need you to touch me, oh god.”
Yifan doesn’t notice that he’s been walking forward until his shin meets the frame of the bed. He kneels over Joonmyun’s body, hand hesitantly joining Joonmyun’s. The extra pressure of another much larger hand causes Joonmyun to moan again, guiding Yifan’s long fingers to his pace.
“You d-don’t know how many times I’ve thought of this: you coming home and catching me like this. And then you’d fuck my brains out and I’d come right away, oh shit.” Yifan adds an unexpected flick and Joonmyun lets go completely, letting Yifan take over. He licks his lips and stares at Joonmyun’s flushed skin, reaching up to his neck. Yifan wants to suck on his skin, but right now, this is just about getting Joonmyun off.
“For four years, I’ve been hoping that you notice how much I want you to fuck me. I’d walk around with no underwear and stand by the counter, waiting for you to stay behind me and reach up for something in the cupboards just so that I can feel your crotch against my ass. For four fucking years, I’ve been hoping that you’d feel me arching back against you. And fuck, when you walk around shirtless like you don’t even know what you’re doing to me, I get off so fast that I barely realize it happened.”
Yifan curses under his breath. He’s starting to get more than just half-hard, and this is a dangerous situation. If Joonmyun raises his thigh, Yifan won’t be able to hold back from rutting against him.
Joonmyun exhales shakily when Yifan’s hand moves faster, the other one stroking absently at his inner thigh. “I don’t usually moan or talk or say anything, but I bet you’d make me scream. I’d beg for it and you’d break me with huge you are. Have I ever talked about how much I think of you fucking me open with your dick? God, I bought this vibrator and I’d put it on all day, thinking about you.”
Yifan can’t resist anymore. He scoots Joonmyun lower and unzips his pants, aligning their bodies so that Yifan can hold both of them in his hand. Joonmyun moans loudly, fingers gripping Yifan’s shoulders.
“You don’t even know what you do to me,” Yifan mumbles. “Sometimes I think of all those times you caught me jerking off in the shower and wish I invited you in, shoving you down on your knees and choking you with my dick. I bet you’d like that, huh? You’ll probably be the one asking for it.”
Joonmyun holds him tighter. It’s getting harder and harder to breathe now. “You d-don’t know how much I thought of that too.”
“Oh really? And you know what else I’ve thought of?” Yifan finally gains the courage to look into Joonmyun’s eyes. He’s not surprised by how dark they are now, mostly because Yifan probably mirrors the same lust in his too.
“I think of you fucking me open.”
That’s when Joonmyun completely loses it. He moans shamelessly, thrusting up to meet Yifan’s hand. “Fuck, I never thought of that.”
“You have no idea how many times I’ve fingered myself, thinking of you taking me from behind and not letting me have a moment to breathe before you fuck me senseless. You’re so quiet and small, but I bet you’d know how to make me scream, how to make me beg as if I’ve never wanted anything more. You would completely own me, and I’d love it.”
Joonmyun comes with a low groan. He makes a mess all over Yifan’s hand and his stomach, and he shudders when Yifan doesn’t let go of his dick when he’s done. Yifan leans against Joonmyun’s shoulder when he comes, too ashamed to show his face. He’s not ashamed that they got off like this; he’s more ashamed of how completely wrecked he looks right now.
“Tissues are on the study table,” Joonmyun mutters, stroking Yifan’s hair with his clean hand. Yifan reaches over and wipes them both clean. He pulls Joonmyun’s shirt down and his boxers and sweatpants up.
The younger male is asleep already, head tilted to the side while he snores softly. Yifan shrugs and lies down beside him, adjusting him so that Yifan can spoon him properly. Maybe later they can talk without profanities and moaning and really dirty thoughts that Yifan doesn’t want to think about because he doesn’t want to get hard again. Right now, he just wants to sleep with Joonmyun.
And maybe look for that vibrator Joonmyun was talking about.
a/n: DON'T EVEN TALK TO ME ABOUT IT
I DIDN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN
I JUST
I DIDN'T THINK I WOULD EVER WRITE SMUT
GOODBYE
I'LL SEE YOU ALL AFTER 2000 YEARS OF CLEANSING MYSELF
DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW EMOTIONAL AND SAD "PORCELAIN FISTS" BY INGRID MICHAELSON IS
IT'S NOT ABOUT SOMEONE JERKING OFF I SWEAR
BUT NOW IT IS
kris/suho - nc-17 - smut - language, handjobs, dirty talk - 1118 words
in which Joonmyun talks too much.
Yifan spent an entire day in the library, and his brain is more than dead. He’s looking forward to a cup of instant noodles and then a long three-hour sleep before he has to get up and run his data again. This is the life of a struggling graduating student who isn’t good enough to wing his entire thesis. Then again, Yifan’s not the only one who wasted a day reading up articles in the peace of their university library, and some are still there, hoping that staying overnight with their books will secure them a decent B-.
He remembers the charger he borrowed from his roommate, Joonmyun, and brings it out of his bag to drop in his room. Joonmyun’s probably asleep by now; he was wise enough to start early on his report so that he wouldn’t have to cram like the rest of the student population.
What he doesn’t expect is to find Joonmyun leaning on the wall, cock in his hand while he jerks himself off with his eyes shut close. He looks over at the door, moaning when his eyes connect with Yifan’s. The taller male drops the charger and stares at Joonmyun. Yifan isn’t going to lie; he’s definitely going to think of Joonmyun’s loud moan when he masturbates in the shower tonight.
After four years of living together, Yifan has never seen him like this, completely wrecked and vulnerable. His shirt’s pulled up, showing taut muscles and pale skin. He has his pants halfway down his thighs, exposing a little bit of milky skin and his leaking cock clear for Yifan to see.
Yifan’s always assumed that Joonmyun was a virgin or a person who has no needs at all. One would expect that after four years, they know everything about each other. But Yifan has never caught Joonmyun like this, despite the numerous times that Yifan’s brought home a girl or guy or he just spent a little too long in the shower and Joonmyun got worried. Yifan’s afraid that he’ll never get the second chance.
“Oh god, Yifan,” Joonmyun moans, hand moving faster. “I need you to touch me, oh god.”
Yifan doesn’t notice that he’s been walking forward until his shin meets the frame of the bed. He kneels over Joonmyun’s body, hand hesitantly joining Joonmyun’s. The extra pressure of another much larger hand causes Joonmyun to moan again, guiding Yifan’s long fingers to his pace.
“You d-don’t know how many times I’ve thought of this: you coming home and catching me like this. And then you’d fuck my brains out and I’d come right away, oh shit.” Yifan adds an unexpected flick and Joonmyun lets go completely, letting Yifan take over. He licks his lips and stares at Joonmyun’s flushed skin, reaching up to his neck. Yifan wants to suck on his skin, but right now, this is just about getting Joonmyun off.
“For four years, I’ve been hoping that you notice how much I want you to fuck me. I’d walk around with no underwear and stand by the counter, waiting for you to stay behind me and reach up for something in the cupboards just so that I can feel your crotch against my ass. For four fucking years, I’ve been hoping that you’d feel me arching back against you. And fuck, when you walk around shirtless like you don’t even know what you’re doing to me, I get off so fast that I barely realize it happened.”
Yifan curses under his breath. He’s starting to get more than just half-hard, and this is a dangerous situation. If Joonmyun raises his thigh, Yifan won’t be able to hold back from rutting against him.
Joonmyun exhales shakily when Yifan’s hand moves faster, the other one stroking absently at his inner thigh. “I don’t usually moan or talk or say anything, but I bet you’d make me scream. I’d beg for it and you’d break me with huge you are. Have I ever talked about how much I think of you fucking me open with your dick? God, I bought this vibrator and I’d put it on all day, thinking about you.”
Yifan can’t resist anymore. He scoots Joonmyun lower and unzips his pants, aligning their bodies so that Yifan can hold both of them in his hand. Joonmyun moans loudly, fingers gripping Yifan’s shoulders.
“You don’t even know what you do to me,” Yifan mumbles. “Sometimes I think of all those times you caught me jerking off in the shower and wish I invited you in, shoving you down on your knees and choking you with my dick. I bet you’d like that, huh? You’ll probably be the one asking for it.”
Joonmyun holds him tighter. It’s getting harder and harder to breathe now. “You d-don’t know how much I thought of that too.”
“Oh really? And you know what else I’ve thought of?” Yifan finally gains the courage to look into Joonmyun’s eyes. He’s not surprised by how dark they are now, mostly because Yifan probably mirrors the same lust in his too.
“I think of you fucking me open.”
That’s when Joonmyun completely loses it. He moans shamelessly, thrusting up to meet Yifan’s hand. “Fuck, I never thought of that.”
“You have no idea how many times I’ve fingered myself, thinking of you taking me from behind and not letting me have a moment to breathe before you fuck me senseless. You’re so quiet and small, but I bet you’d know how to make me scream, how to make me beg as if I’ve never wanted anything more. You would completely own me, and I’d love it.”
Joonmyun comes with a low groan. He makes a mess all over Yifan’s hand and his stomach, and he shudders when Yifan doesn’t let go of his dick when he’s done. Yifan leans against Joonmyun’s shoulder when he comes, too ashamed to show his face. He’s not ashamed that they got off like this; he’s more ashamed of how completely wrecked he looks right now.
“Tissues are on the study table,” Joonmyun mutters, stroking Yifan’s hair with his clean hand. Yifan reaches over and wipes them both clean. He pulls Joonmyun’s shirt down and his boxers and sweatpants up.
The younger male is asleep already, head tilted to the side while he snores softly. Yifan shrugs and lies down beside him, adjusting him so that Yifan can spoon him properly. Maybe later they can talk without profanities and moaning and really dirty thoughts that Yifan doesn’t want to think about because he doesn’t want to get hard again. Right now, he just wants to sleep with Joonmyun.
And maybe look for that vibrator Joonmyun was talking about.
a/n: DON'T EVEN TALK TO ME ABOUT IT
I DIDN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN
I JUST
I DIDN'T THINK I WOULD EVER WRITE SMUT
GOODBYE
I'LL SEE YOU ALL AFTER 2000 YEARS OF CLEANSING MYSELF
DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW EMOTIONAL AND SAD "PORCELAIN FISTS" BY INGRID MICHAELSON IS
IT'S NOT ABOUT SOMEONE JERKING OFF I SWEAR
BUT NOW IT IS