Innocence Awry
Title: Innocence Awry
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo, implied Kyungsoo/everyone
Genre: pwp
Rating: nc-17
Length: oneshot (2k) (sequel to come)
Summary: Kyungsoo might have an acute infatuation with Jongin’s cock.
A comeback is all tightly planned routing and a couple hours of sleep in between. It's going to schedule after schedule and talking to people then more people, handing out albums to sunbaes to help promotions and kissing ass. That's not to mention the endless performances they have to complete, each time better than the last. They hardly ever go back to the dorm unless it's to shower, six guys at a time stuffed into a tiny bathroom with only half an hour to finish up.
That's the first time that Kyungsoo finds himself staring at Jongin's flaccid cock as the latter closes his eyes, rubbing shampoo into his hair. It's the same color as the rest of his skin, and averaged size, bouncing with every movement of his arm. It's fascinating to look at, really, and it sends a new type of heat down his belly. But then Junmyeon is bumping into him and the trance is broken, so he goes back to looking at the wall and wiping the sweat from his body with citrus scented gel.
Kyungsoo's tongue feels oddly heavy, arousal seeping through as he opens his mouth slightly and tries his best not to get a hard on right there in the middle of five other boys, but he can't stop imagining Kai's dick pushing past his lips and making him choke on it, fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his skull while he tastes what Jongin has to offer.
He quickly steps under the water, which by now has turned cold, and he thanks the heavens for that. He nips that heat in the bud, clenching his eyes shut until everything is an array of colors over the rainbow and Chanyeol is ushering everyone out. Kyungsoo still can't stop thinking about it, even as he walks with Sehun back to their room, waists clad only in towels, where Luhan is already dressed.
"Hurry up, we only have a few minutes," The eldest chides, stalking off somewhere else in the dorm, probably to go bother Yixing or Minseok. Sehun rolls his eyes and he playfully elbows him, walking over to their small cabinets where they keep their clothes.
They get dressed in record time, the trip down to the van a messy blur of colors and fans and attempted touches and stuffing themselves into whatever seat they can find. Usually Jongin will sit wherever Kyungsoo does, because you're the squishiest I want to lay on you not anybody else but they hadn't been able to see each other since they left the building. It makes a wave of relief wash over his heart.
He honestly doesn't want to see Jongin; he hopes they got in two separate vans or at least two different rows of seats. He can't get the mental images of him on his knees while Jongin fucks his face out of his head. It is pure torture, and Kyungsoo knows that if they were together, he wouldn't be able to keep himself from looking down. That could lead to him getting caught, and god only knows what would happen then.
Unfortunately, though, the world has other plans, and he ends up sandwiched between Kris and Jongin, their broad shoulders making him look like a five year old. Most everyone instantly knocks out, already beyond worn out and this is only going to be their third MCountdown stage. Jongin's head leans against his shoulder and he makes the mistake of looking over at him, mind too busy to let him sleep also.
Kyungsoo's gaze is caught by a shadow in the fabric of his black, stretchy pants, from something poking out of it. Jongin is hard, and Kyungsoo can't take his eyes off of it. The younger's legs are spread almost lewdly, and if he didn't know any better, he would say he's doing this on purpose. He can see the outline of it-- is Jongin not wearing any underwear?-- and the atmosphere drops several degrees in temperature.
"Are you staring at my dick, hyung?" Hot breath fans across his ear, lips barely touching his skin but he's already scorching. Kyungsoo immediately jumps, cursing himself for lack of better control and spacing out only to not realize when Jongin lifted his head.
"Wha-- what are you saying, Jongin ah?" He questions cautiously, gulping loudly from the lips still ghosting over his ear.
"I've seen you staring at me since weeks ago." Well this is a new occurrence, but doesn't sound totally implausible. "And I saw you staring at me in the shower," he whispers huskily, hand covering Kyungsoo's and leading it to his groin, pressing it down harshly into his erection. "I've been hard since then." And then he pecks Kyungsoo, trailing them over his cheek and a final one to the corner of his mouth.
It takes a minute, but eventually Kyungsoo jerks his hand back like it's touching fire (isn't it though) and Jongin hisses at the delicious friction. What the fuck, was he really staring that long in the shower? Long enough for it to be noticeable? It scares him that Jongin could know of his little infatuation. What is he going to do? Scold him? Make fun of him? But the look in his dilated pupils tells Kyungsoo that he's being genuine, and that scares him even more. "What are you saying!?" He whisper-yells, eyes wide and unbelieving. "We're not alone, hello!" Yeah, like hell he's going to give a handjob to his dongsaeng with four other members in the car plus their manager.
"Hyung," he takes one palm to cup Kyungsoo's cheek while the other brings the elder's hand back to his aching arousal. "Please," Jongin whispers before smashing their lips together, squeezing the small hand over his bulge and silently keening in his mouth.
The kiss is not kept innocent, and soon tongues are gliding over each others’ and Kyungsoo takes it on his own accord to palm him through his pants, all sense shooting south, gathering under his belt where it's no good. Jongin is a really good kisser, made better by his naturally plush lips and the way he flicks his tongue over Kyungsoo's.
Hips buck into his hand instinctively, Jongin's fingers working his pants down his thighs as he pulls away from Kyungsoo to mutter, "suck me off."
He looks around, just to confirm that everyone is still asleep, before nodding slightly, painfully hard dick straining against his jeans (with an eyeroll, because of course he was right about the kid going commando). He has fantasized about this scenario thousands of times before, and maybe he's only acknowledged it today, but at least he's finally getting to do it. Kyungsoo figures they have about half an hour before they reach their destination, and that gives them plenty of time to get off, that is if he's not going to be left with a horrible case of blue balls.
He takes a teasing lick up the shaft before the head is between his lips and Jongin's cock is being shoved down his throat. It makes Kyungsoo's eyes sting, his gag reflex being attacked so viciously as Jongin guides his head and makes him bob at the speed of light, but he doesn't mind. He finds that he quite likes the salty taste of skin and precome, the heat traveling over the expanse of his tongue and the scream-worthy pull of his hair.
Jongin let's out a particularly loud moan and Kyungsoo finally opens his eyes and glances to the side, only to see three pairs of eyes on him, and probably another set from Kris beside him. He tries to pull back, absolutely terrified at getting caught and ready to yell at Jongin for getting him into this mess, but his head is being pushed down even further, the head hitting the back of his throat. "Keep sucking, they want to watch."
And for some reason, the humiliation, the vulnerability of being exposed, red-handed and horny, is enough to send another zap of arousal down his spine and to his cock. It's exhilarating being showcased in such a sexual manner, all eyes focused on his stretched, gloss lips. It would be a lie to say any of the other members hadn't imagined something of Kyungsoo's making them come, and to watch him give Jongin head is more than their fantasies could compare to.
He hums over the cock in his mouth, swallowing as best he can while lithe fingers wrap around the base and stroke, the spit running down used as makeshift lube. He ruts his own hips up and down, eyes flitting over to meet Jongin's half-lidded ones and he smirks, hand moving sensually down the elder's sides before they're digging under his pants and he says, "you look so fucking sexy like that, sucking my cock. I bet you've been wanting to do that for a long time, haven't you? Slut."
Kyungsoo nods as best he can, keeping eye contact as Jongin chuckles along with Kris and Sehun, his belt being unbuckled and his dick, already sticky with precome, is being pulled through the zipper of his jeans. Jongin shoves his head down one last time, keeping him there with his nose buried in the junction where his thighs and pelvis meet, and the hand around him starts jerking him off dry. It's painful but it feels good in a masochistic way, the way his palm swipes over the soaked tip making him bow his back.
Using one hand to fondle Jongin's balls, he reminds himself to breath through his nose, letting Jongin shallowly buck into his mouth, fucking him open in a way that he's never experienced before but he doesn't want it to stop. Kyungsoo has never loved something more than this, especially in his experience with women, and he hopes that Jongin will allow him to suck him off again sometime in the future.
"You know everybody wants a piece of you, Soo," Kris' gravely voice is right next to ear and he moans deeply. "It sucks that Kai got to be the first. I really wanted to be the one who had your pretty lips around my dick."
Before anybody can say anything more, larger hands are replacing the one's on his length, keeping the pace as Jongin pulls his hair and he slides off with an erotic pop. "Open your mouth for me baby," he commands breathily, stroking himself as quickly as he can.
Kyungsoo keeps his lips parted, wanting to taste the come that he's worked so hard for. He doesn't think it's fair that Jongin didn't just release in his mouth and let him swallow, but he wants to paint his face with his streaks of white, and the spring in Kyungsoo's belly coils tight at the possessiveness. He wants to be owned and dominated and made to beg for what he wants, and it doesn't matter who does it.
Jongin comes all over his face, some landing on his tongue and he greedily takes it, eyes closed in joy as he comes hard over Kris' hands and his own jeans. He'll have a hard time explaining that one to the cordi-noonas. Jongin's body is stilled as he falls down from his high, loving the way his come looks mixed with the bright pink of Kyungsoo's cheeks and his dark hair. "Beautiful," he mutters before kissing him again, disregarding the taste and letting their tongues mingle, sliding against one another's.
"That was hot," Sehun breaths out, the strain in his pants too much to bear. He'll have to go to the bathroom as soon they get there and fist himself to the image of their innocent hyung blowing Kai.
"Kyungsoo," Kris jerks the singer's hand and Kyungsoo hesitantly pulls away from Jongin to look over. The leader could come just from the sight, but hands him a tissue instead because he thinks he just might. He's been turned on since Jongin laid his head on Kyungsoo's shoulder, pretending to be asleep. "Do you feel this?"
Familiarity sets in as Kyungsoo's palm is pressed against Kris' erection but this time he doesn't panic. Instead, he grips it harder, parting his lips to look more seductive and leaving the tissue for later.
"You're going to take care of this when we get to the dorm. And Sehun's, and Yixing's, and Luhan's. Hell, all of us are going to fuck you. Got it?"
Kyungsoo nods blindly, euphoria gone and more lust clouding his mind at the prospect of eleven different people all having their way with him. He can't wait until this show ends, he thinks as he wipes the sticky white from his face, and is the first out of the van when it parks seconds later.
"Eager, are we?" Kai chortles, words hot and heavy against his neck.
"Very."
[sequel]
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo, implied Kyungsoo/everyone
Genre: pwp
Rating: nc-17
Length: oneshot (2k) (sequel to come)
Summary: Kyungsoo might have an acute infatuation with Jongin’s cock.
A comeback is all tightly planned routing and a couple hours of sleep in between. It's going to schedule after schedule and talking to people then more people, handing out albums to sunbaes to help promotions and kissing ass. That's not to mention the endless performances they have to complete, each time better than the last. They hardly ever go back to the dorm unless it's to shower, six guys at a time stuffed into a tiny bathroom with only half an hour to finish up.
That's the first time that Kyungsoo finds himself staring at Jongin's flaccid cock as the latter closes his eyes, rubbing shampoo into his hair. It's the same color as the rest of his skin, and averaged size, bouncing with every movement of his arm. It's fascinating to look at, really, and it sends a new type of heat down his belly. But then Junmyeon is bumping into him and the trance is broken, so he goes back to looking at the wall and wiping the sweat from his body with citrus scented gel.
Kyungsoo's tongue feels oddly heavy, arousal seeping through as he opens his mouth slightly and tries his best not to get a hard on right there in the middle of five other boys, but he can't stop imagining Kai's dick pushing past his lips and making him choke on it, fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his skull while he tastes what Jongin has to offer.
He quickly steps under the water, which by now has turned cold, and he thanks the heavens for that. He nips that heat in the bud, clenching his eyes shut until everything is an array of colors over the rainbow and Chanyeol is ushering everyone out. Kyungsoo still can't stop thinking about it, even as he walks with Sehun back to their room, waists clad only in towels, where Luhan is already dressed.
"Hurry up, we only have a few minutes," The eldest chides, stalking off somewhere else in the dorm, probably to go bother Yixing or Minseok. Sehun rolls his eyes and he playfully elbows him, walking over to their small cabinets where they keep their clothes.
They get dressed in record time, the trip down to the van a messy blur of colors and fans and attempted touches and stuffing themselves into whatever seat they can find. Usually Jongin will sit wherever Kyungsoo does, because you're the squishiest I want to lay on you not anybody else but they hadn't been able to see each other since they left the building. It makes a wave of relief wash over his heart.
He honestly doesn't want to see Jongin; he hopes they got in two separate vans or at least two different rows of seats. He can't get the mental images of him on his knees while Jongin fucks his face out of his head. It is pure torture, and Kyungsoo knows that if they were together, he wouldn't be able to keep himself from looking down. That could lead to him getting caught, and god only knows what would happen then.
Unfortunately, though, the world has other plans, and he ends up sandwiched between Kris and Jongin, their broad shoulders making him look like a five year old. Most everyone instantly knocks out, already beyond worn out and this is only going to be their third MCountdown stage. Jongin's head leans against his shoulder and he makes the mistake of looking over at him, mind too busy to let him sleep also.
Kyungsoo's gaze is caught by a shadow in the fabric of his black, stretchy pants, from something poking out of it. Jongin is hard, and Kyungsoo can't take his eyes off of it. The younger's legs are spread almost lewdly, and if he didn't know any better, he would say he's doing this on purpose. He can see the outline of it-- is Jongin not wearing any underwear?-- and the atmosphere drops several degrees in temperature.
"Are you staring at my dick, hyung?" Hot breath fans across his ear, lips barely touching his skin but he's already scorching. Kyungsoo immediately jumps, cursing himself for lack of better control and spacing out only to not realize when Jongin lifted his head.
"Wha-- what are you saying, Jongin ah?" He questions cautiously, gulping loudly from the lips still ghosting over his ear.
"I've seen you staring at me since weeks ago." Well this is a new occurrence, but doesn't sound totally implausible. "And I saw you staring at me in the shower," he whispers huskily, hand covering Kyungsoo's and leading it to his groin, pressing it down harshly into his erection. "I've been hard since then." And then he pecks Kyungsoo, trailing them over his cheek and a final one to the corner of his mouth.
It takes a minute, but eventually Kyungsoo jerks his hand back like it's touching fire (isn't it though) and Jongin hisses at the delicious friction. What the fuck, was he really staring that long in the shower? Long enough for it to be noticeable? It scares him that Jongin could know of his little infatuation. What is he going to do? Scold him? Make fun of him? But the look in his dilated pupils tells Kyungsoo that he's being genuine, and that scares him even more. "What are you saying!?" He whisper-yells, eyes wide and unbelieving. "We're not alone, hello!" Yeah, like hell he's going to give a handjob to his dongsaeng with four other members in the car plus their manager.
"Hyung," he takes one palm to cup Kyungsoo's cheek while the other brings the elder's hand back to his aching arousal. "Please," Jongin whispers before smashing their lips together, squeezing the small hand over his bulge and silently keening in his mouth.
The kiss is not kept innocent, and soon tongues are gliding over each others’ and Kyungsoo takes it on his own accord to palm him through his pants, all sense shooting south, gathering under his belt where it's no good. Jongin is a really good kisser, made better by his naturally plush lips and the way he flicks his tongue over Kyungsoo's.
Hips buck into his hand instinctively, Jongin's fingers working his pants down his thighs as he pulls away from Kyungsoo to mutter, "suck me off."
He looks around, just to confirm that everyone is still asleep, before nodding slightly, painfully hard dick straining against his jeans (with an eyeroll, because of course he was right about the kid going commando). He has fantasized about this scenario thousands of times before, and maybe he's only acknowledged it today, but at least he's finally getting to do it. Kyungsoo figures they have about half an hour before they reach their destination, and that gives them plenty of time to get off, that is if he's not going to be left with a horrible case of blue balls.
He takes a teasing lick up the shaft before the head is between his lips and Jongin's cock is being shoved down his throat. It makes Kyungsoo's eyes sting, his gag reflex being attacked so viciously as Jongin guides his head and makes him bob at the speed of light, but he doesn't mind. He finds that he quite likes the salty taste of skin and precome, the heat traveling over the expanse of his tongue and the scream-worthy pull of his hair.
Jongin let's out a particularly loud moan and Kyungsoo finally opens his eyes and glances to the side, only to see three pairs of eyes on him, and probably another set from Kris beside him. He tries to pull back, absolutely terrified at getting caught and ready to yell at Jongin for getting him into this mess, but his head is being pushed down even further, the head hitting the back of his throat. "Keep sucking, they want to watch."
And for some reason, the humiliation, the vulnerability of being exposed, red-handed and horny, is enough to send another zap of arousal down his spine and to his cock. It's exhilarating being showcased in such a sexual manner, all eyes focused on his stretched, gloss lips. It would be a lie to say any of the other members hadn't imagined something of Kyungsoo's making them come, and to watch him give Jongin head is more than their fantasies could compare to.
He hums over the cock in his mouth, swallowing as best he can while lithe fingers wrap around the base and stroke, the spit running down used as makeshift lube. He ruts his own hips up and down, eyes flitting over to meet Jongin's half-lidded ones and he smirks, hand moving sensually down the elder's sides before they're digging under his pants and he says, "you look so fucking sexy like that, sucking my cock. I bet you've been wanting to do that for a long time, haven't you? Slut."
Kyungsoo nods as best he can, keeping eye contact as Jongin chuckles along with Kris and Sehun, his belt being unbuckled and his dick, already sticky with precome, is being pulled through the zipper of his jeans. Jongin shoves his head down one last time, keeping him there with his nose buried in the junction where his thighs and pelvis meet, and the hand around him starts jerking him off dry. It's painful but it feels good in a masochistic way, the way his palm swipes over the soaked tip making him bow his back.
Using one hand to fondle Jongin's balls, he reminds himself to breath through his nose, letting Jongin shallowly buck into his mouth, fucking him open in a way that he's never experienced before but he doesn't want it to stop. Kyungsoo has never loved something more than this, especially in his experience with women, and he hopes that Jongin will allow him to suck him off again sometime in the future.
"You know everybody wants a piece of you, Soo," Kris' gravely voice is right next to ear and he moans deeply. "It sucks that Kai got to be the first. I really wanted to be the one who had your pretty lips around my dick."
Before anybody can say anything more, larger hands are replacing the one's on his length, keeping the pace as Jongin pulls his hair and he slides off with an erotic pop. "Open your mouth for me baby," he commands breathily, stroking himself as quickly as he can.
Kyungsoo keeps his lips parted, wanting to taste the come that he's worked so hard for. He doesn't think it's fair that Jongin didn't just release in his mouth and let him swallow, but he wants to paint his face with his streaks of white, and the spring in Kyungsoo's belly coils tight at the possessiveness. He wants to be owned and dominated and made to beg for what he wants, and it doesn't matter who does it.
Jongin comes all over his face, some landing on his tongue and he greedily takes it, eyes closed in joy as he comes hard over Kris' hands and his own jeans. He'll have a hard time explaining that one to the cordi-noonas. Jongin's body is stilled as he falls down from his high, loving the way his come looks mixed with the bright pink of Kyungsoo's cheeks and his dark hair. "Beautiful," he mutters before kissing him again, disregarding the taste and letting their tongues mingle, sliding against one another's.
"That was hot," Sehun breaths out, the strain in his pants too much to bear. He'll have to go to the bathroom as soon they get there and fist himself to the image of their innocent hyung blowing Kai.
"Kyungsoo," Kris jerks the singer's hand and Kyungsoo hesitantly pulls away from Jongin to look over. The leader could come just from the sight, but hands him a tissue instead because he thinks he just might. He's been turned on since Jongin laid his head on Kyungsoo's shoulder, pretending to be asleep. "Do you feel this?"
Familiarity sets in as Kyungsoo's palm is pressed against Kris' erection but this time he doesn't panic. Instead, he grips it harder, parting his lips to look more seductive and leaving the tissue for later.
"You're going to take care of this when we get to the dorm. And Sehun's, and Yixing's, and Luhan's. Hell, all of us are going to fuck you. Got it?"
Kyungsoo nods blindly, euphoria gone and more lust clouding his mind at the prospect of eleven different people all having their way with him. He can't wait until this show ends, he thinks as he wipes the sticky white from his face, and is the first out of the van when it parks seconds later.
"Eager, are we?" Kai chortles, words hot and heavy against his neck.
"Very."
[sequel]