don't stop me now
title: don't stop me now (or the time that junsu broke the headboard)
author : xiahki
pairing: yoosu
genre: smut/a little crack?
rating: nc-17
summary: junsu gets a little too excited, and the headboard suffers the damages.
a/n: i hate myself for failing at hiatus. this is 100% applesu 's fault cause she wanted smut with junsu topping so i decided to write it for her? ♥ this is so much longer than i ever meant for it to be fkdjlkjdgf. i'm sorry if it fails at all. i wrote it while on nyquil :'D
Yoochun bent over gracefully, the muscles in his back rippling under his skin, a fresh sheen of sweat already covering his body. He was breathing in short, hard spurts, panting, going insane with every passing second. He managed to pull himself up just slightly, balancing on his knees, fingers gripping the wooden headboard of the bed to keep himself steady.
“Junsu.” His voice was low, dripping with desperation and desire and all of it was just enough to make Junsu smirk slightly, tongue running over his lips just as Yoochun looked over his shoulder, back curving into a perfect arch with the motion.
The breath caught in his throat, and Yoochun thought he saw something flash in Junsu’s eyes.
“Fuck me,” he whispered, and Junsu didn’t need to be told twice.
He made his way closer, taking his time, hips swaying slightly as he walked and gaze concentrated firmly on that stretch of skin halfway down Yoochun’s back. He watched as a bead of sweat made a slow trail down his skin, and he wanted to taste it.
The bed shifted just barely under his weight, balanced on his knees and he started at Yoochun’s ankle, lips brushing against skin so light that they were barely there at all. Yoochun shifted slightly, whimpered, and Junsu placed a hand on his hip to keep him there.
He continued with his slow torture, lips trailing up Yoochun’s leg, past his backside, through the curve in his back. His tongue came out to taste that stretch of skin, and it was salty sweet. Yoochun was shaking slightly under him.
“Shhh,” Junsu soothed lightly, the whisper falling between Yoochun’s shoulder blades. His free hand came from the other direction, smoothing over Yoochun’s neck and circling around to trail over his chest, his stomach, carefully avoiding the area between his legs and going for his thigh instead, massaging the sensitive skin with slow, even circles.
The soothing was doing little to help Yoochun’s throbbing erection, and if he hadn’t been too horny to even think straight, he might have considered punching Junsu in the teeth.
“Tease,” he grumbled, and Junsu chuckled darkly against the back of his neck before planting a wet, lingering kiss on the sensitive spot near the nape.
“Touch yourself,” Junsu whispered, the words hot against Yoochun’s ear, followed by the flick of a tongue and another whimper from Yoochun’s throat.
He didn’t argue, and Junsu watched as his fingers wrapped around his own cock, watched as he stroked himself slowly at first, then faster as he turned his head to the side and his gaze met Junsu’s, watching him watch him with half lidded eyes.
Yoochun let out a low, slightly shaky moan, and Junsu quickly fished the small bottle of lube out of their bedside table, flicking open the cap and letting a generous amount of the silky substance flow into his palm.
He smoothed it over his fingers, making sure that they were as slick as possible before wrapping one hand around Yoochun’s torso, his other coming to press lightly against Yoochun’s entrance, teasing before slipping one finger inside.
Yoochun moaned, body tensing and then relaxing, hips pressing back for more. He wasn’t as accustomed to this as Junsu was, but he couldn’t deny the way that it felt so fucking good.
Junsu took his time, pressing in a second finger only when he was sure Yoochun was ready, scissoring them to ensure that he would be as prepared as possible. He didn’t stop until Yoochun was moaning at regular intervals, breathing hard and pushing back into every stroke of Junsu’s fingers.
“No more,” Yoochun panted, breathless and shaking slightly with pleasure and anticipation. “Please, need you in me now.”
Another small click and Junsu coated his own erection with more of that silky substance, letting out a hiss of pleasure and watching as Yoochun’s head tilted instinctively towards the noise.
Junsu shifted closer, hands running over the skin of Yoochun’s back before smoothing down to settle at his hips, one leaving to help position himself, pressing into Yoochun slowly and unable to bite back the groan that came with the sensation.
Yoochun was tight. So much so that it was almost painful, clenching around him in all the right places and he bent his body over the older male’s, lips finding the sweeping curve of Yoochun’s neck, falling into the small dip in the center that could make him moan and scream as much as Junsu pleased.
“Please,” Yoochun whispered, and Junsu grinned at the desperation there.
“Please what?” he asked, fingers tracing patterns of fire and sin everywhere he could reach.
“Fuck me,” Yoochun begged once again, voice trembling this time, sweating simply from the effort of keeping himself upright and not falling over the brink of insanity.
One more kiss against heated skin, and Junsu was done wasting time.
Junsu fucked Yoochun just the way he knew that he liked it. His hips moved like ocean waves, in smooth rolls and snaps, and he never worried about being gradual or starting small. He was always the same, always consistent. His thrusts were long and deep and he did whatever he could to keep Yoochun rocking and moaning underneath him.
Yoochun grasped desperately for something to keep him steady, fingers finding the smooth wooden surface of the headboard, nails closing in for dear life and hoping it would be enough to keep him from drowning. He was already losing himself in the sound of his own voice, “Junsu, Junsu,” over and over again until he couldn’t remember what the syllables meant anymore, they were melting on his tongue.
He was losing himself in the way that Junsu was panting harshly against his neck, stuttering groans and whimpers in his ear, fingers tight around his hips and holding him there.
The sudden streak of pleasure through his spine was like lightening, so good that it almost hurt, rocking him to the core and back again and it was only the first hit against his prostate. Junsu took notice of the way he cried out, tensed under and around him, making an effort to do it again and again and Junsu always knew what to do to drive Yoochun insane.
He gave himself over to his body, hips working like they were made to, beads of sweat trailing down his back and his lungs almost burning from the effort of breathing. Junsu never was good at being patient, and the tighter the ball of pleasure in his stomach clenched, the faster, harder he fucked Yoochun.
Neither one of them had noticed the rhythmic thumping against the wall, or the way that the force of Junsu’s body was driving Yoochun’s forward into the headboard, knocking it against the wall.
That is, until it broke in half through a jagged line and fell apart, Yoochun slipping and nearly falling. Junsu wasn’t fazed, simply growled slightly before flipping him over, fingers slipping down to pick up one of Yoochun’s legs and position it over his shoulder, entering him again that way and picking up where he had left off.
Yoochun moaned loudly from the new position, back arching at the way that Junsu was hitting all the right spots inside of him, fingers clutching at the bed sheets and the pleasure threatening to suffocate him.
It came to an ending without much warning, Yoochun’s body shaking uncontrollably and then stilling almost completely, a choked moan catching in his throat. Junsu wasn’t long after, pushing his hips forward one more time, angling them in just the right spot, his features scrunching up and then smoothing out in pleasure.
Junsu pulled out of Yoochun and practically collapsed on top of him without much ceremony, sliding his leg to fit comfortably between Yoochun’s taking his time in catching his breath, coming down slowly from his high.
Yoochun was the first one to break the silence. “You broke the bed,” he said.
“Gross,” Junsu complained at exactly the same time, though he was referring to the way that they were sticking together and both in dire need of a shower.
“But you broke it,” Yoochun complained, only coherent enough to keep repeating himself. “You broke the bed, broke it right in half.”
“Shut up,” Junsu muttered, and he managed to stop the flow of words with a few slow, lazy kisses to Yoochun’s lips.
--
The breakfast table was eerily silent. Yunho was sitting at his place at the table with the stance that meant I’m-angry-about-something-but-I’m-not-going-to-bring-it-up-just-yet. It was the kind of thing that could make anyone suffocate with anxiety.
Especially Junsu, who knew exactly what was going on and was really no good at lying, so he focused his gaze on his plate and nowhere else.
Finally, Yunho put down his fork and cleared his throat. Time may have stopped for just a moment.
He stared at Junsu, and Junsu tried not to cower into Yoochun too much.
“Changminah,” Yunho finally said, voice serious. “Would you like to explain to my why the headboard of your bed is currently being held together with nothing but ducktape?”
Changmin nearly choked on his rice and JaeJoong had to practically abuse him to get it out. Yunho took this as embarrassment rather than shock, and wheeled Changmin off to the bedroom for a lecture.
Junsu was still staring at his plate, and Yoochun coughed awkwardly.
“Ten bucks says he’ll break it again in an hour,” JaeJoong said passively, passing them to pick up Yunho’s plate and set it in the sink.
Yoochun said nothing, and pulled out his wallet.
author : xiahki
pairing: yoosu
genre: smut/a little crack?
rating: nc-17
summary: junsu gets a little too excited, and the headboard suffers the damages.
a/n: i hate myself for failing at hiatus. this is 100% applesu 's fault cause she wanted smut with junsu topping so i decided to write it for her? ♥ this is so much longer than i ever meant for it to be fkdjlkjdgf. i'm sorry if it fails at all. i wrote it while on nyquil :'D
Yoochun bent over gracefully, the muscles in his back rippling under his skin, a fresh sheen of sweat already covering his body. He was breathing in short, hard spurts, panting, going insane with every passing second. He managed to pull himself up just slightly, balancing on his knees, fingers gripping the wooden headboard of the bed to keep himself steady.
“Junsu.” His voice was low, dripping with desperation and desire and all of it was just enough to make Junsu smirk slightly, tongue running over his lips just as Yoochun looked over his shoulder, back curving into a perfect arch with the motion.
The breath caught in his throat, and Yoochun thought he saw something flash in Junsu’s eyes.
“Fuck me,” he whispered, and Junsu didn’t need to be told twice.
He made his way closer, taking his time, hips swaying slightly as he walked and gaze concentrated firmly on that stretch of skin halfway down Yoochun’s back. He watched as a bead of sweat made a slow trail down his skin, and he wanted to taste it.
The bed shifted just barely under his weight, balanced on his knees and he started at Yoochun’s ankle, lips brushing against skin so light that they were barely there at all. Yoochun shifted slightly, whimpered, and Junsu placed a hand on his hip to keep him there.
He continued with his slow torture, lips trailing up Yoochun’s leg, past his backside, through the curve in his back. His tongue came out to taste that stretch of skin, and it was salty sweet. Yoochun was shaking slightly under him.
“Shhh,” Junsu soothed lightly, the whisper falling between Yoochun’s shoulder blades. His free hand came from the other direction, smoothing over Yoochun’s neck and circling around to trail over his chest, his stomach, carefully avoiding the area between his legs and going for his thigh instead, massaging the sensitive skin with slow, even circles.
The soothing was doing little to help Yoochun’s throbbing erection, and if he hadn’t been too horny to even think straight, he might have considered punching Junsu in the teeth.
“Tease,” he grumbled, and Junsu chuckled darkly against the back of his neck before planting a wet, lingering kiss on the sensitive spot near the nape.
“Touch yourself,” Junsu whispered, the words hot against Yoochun’s ear, followed by the flick of a tongue and another whimper from Yoochun’s throat.
He didn’t argue, and Junsu watched as his fingers wrapped around his own cock, watched as he stroked himself slowly at first, then faster as he turned his head to the side and his gaze met Junsu’s, watching him watch him with half lidded eyes.
Yoochun let out a low, slightly shaky moan, and Junsu quickly fished the small bottle of lube out of their bedside table, flicking open the cap and letting a generous amount of the silky substance flow into his palm.
He smoothed it over his fingers, making sure that they were as slick as possible before wrapping one hand around Yoochun’s torso, his other coming to press lightly against Yoochun’s entrance, teasing before slipping one finger inside.
Yoochun moaned, body tensing and then relaxing, hips pressing back for more. He wasn’t as accustomed to this as Junsu was, but he couldn’t deny the way that it felt so fucking good.
Junsu took his time, pressing in a second finger only when he was sure Yoochun was ready, scissoring them to ensure that he would be as prepared as possible. He didn’t stop until Yoochun was moaning at regular intervals, breathing hard and pushing back into every stroke of Junsu’s fingers.
“No more,” Yoochun panted, breathless and shaking slightly with pleasure and anticipation. “Please, need you in me now.”
Another small click and Junsu coated his own erection with more of that silky substance, letting out a hiss of pleasure and watching as Yoochun’s head tilted instinctively towards the noise.
Junsu shifted closer, hands running over the skin of Yoochun’s back before smoothing down to settle at his hips, one leaving to help position himself, pressing into Yoochun slowly and unable to bite back the groan that came with the sensation.
Yoochun was tight. So much so that it was almost painful, clenching around him in all the right places and he bent his body over the older male’s, lips finding the sweeping curve of Yoochun’s neck, falling into the small dip in the center that could make him moan and scream as much as Junsu pleased.
“Please,” Yoochun whispered, and Junsu grinned at the desperation there.
“Please what?” he asked, fingers tracing patterns of fire and sin everywhere he could reach.
“Fuck me,” Yoochun begged once again, voice trembling this time, sweating simply from the effort of keeping himself upright and not falling over the brink of insanity.
One more kiss against heated skin, and Junsu was done wasting time.
Junsu fucked Yoochun just the way he knew that he liked it. His hips moved like ocean waves, in smooth rolls and snaps, and he never worried about being gradual or starting small. He was always the same, always consistent. His thrusts were long and deep and he did whatever he could to keep Yoochun rocking and moaning underneath him.
Yoochun grasped desperately for something to keep him steady, fingers finding the smooth wooden surface of the headboard, nails closing in for dear life and hoping it would be enough to keep him from drowning. He was already losing himself in the sound of his own voice, “Junsu, Junsu,” over and over again until he couldn’t remember what the syllables meant anymore, they were melting on his tongue.
He was losing himself in the way that Junsu was panting harshly against his neck, stuttering groans and whimpers in his ear, fingers tight around his hips and holding him there.
The sudden streak of pleasure through his spine was like lightening, so good that it almost hurt, rocking him to the core and back again and it was only the first hit against his prostate. Junsu took notice of the way he cried out, tensed under and around him, making an effort to do it again and again and Junsu always knew what to do to drive Yoochun insane.
He gave himself over to his body, hips working like they were made to, beads of sweat trailing down his back and his lungs almost burning from the effort of breathing. Junsu never was good at being patient, and the tighter the ball of pleasure in his stomach clenched, the faster, harder he fucked Yoochun.
Neither one of them had noticed the rhythmic thumping against the wall, or the way that the force of Junsu’s body was driving Yoochun’s forward into the headboard, knocking it against the wall.
That is, until it broke in half through a jagged line and fell apart, Yoochun slipping and nearly falling. Junsu wasn’t fazed, simply growled slightly before flipping him over, fingers slipping down to pick up one of Yoochun’s legs and position it over his shoulder, entering him again that way and picking up where he had left off.
Yoochun moaned loudly from the new position, back arching at the way that Junsu was hitting all the right spots inside of him, fingers clutching at the bed sheets and the pleasure threatening to suffocate him.
It came to an ending without much warning, Yoochun’s body shaking uncontrollably and then stilling almost completely, a choked moan catching in his throat. Junsu wasn’t long after, pushing his hips forward one more time, angling them in just the right spot, his features scrunching up and then smoothing out in pleasure.
Junsu pulled out of Yoochun and practically collapsed on top of him without much ceremony, sliding his leg to fit comfortably between Yoochun’s taking his time in catching his breath, coming down slowly from his high.
Yoochun was the first one to break the silence. “You broke the bed,” he said.
“Gross,” Junsu complained at exactly the same time, though he was referring to the way that they were sticking together and both in dire need of a shower.
“But you broke it,” Yoochun complained, only coherent enough to keep repeating himself. “You broke the bed, broke it right in half.”
“Shut up,” Junsu muttered, and he managed to stop the flow of words with a few slow, lazy kisses to Yoochun’s lips.
--
The breakfast table was eerily silent. Yunho was sitting at his place at the table with the stance that meant I’m-angry-about-something-but-I’m-not-going-to-bring-it-up-just-yet. It was the kind of thing that could make anyone suffocate with anxiety.
Especially Junsu, who knew exactly what was going on and was really no good at lying, so he focused his gaze on his plate and nowhere else.
Finally, Yunho put down his fork and cleared his throat. Time may have stopped for just a moment.
He stared at Junsu, and Junsu tried not to cower into Yoochun too much.
“Changminah,” Yunho finally said, voice serious. “Would you like to explain to my why the headboard of your bed is currently being held together with nothing but ducktape?”
Changmin nearly choked on his rice and JaeJoong had to practically abuse him to get it out. Yunho took this as embarrassment rather than shock, and wheeled Changmin off to the bedroom for a lecture.
Junsu was still staring at his plate, and Yoochun coughed awkwardly.
“Ten bucks says he’ll break it again in an hour,” JaeJoong said passively, passing them to pick up Yunho’s plate and set it in the sink.
Yoochun said nothing, and pulled out his wallet.