[fic] unexpected expectations; nichkhun/chunji
unexpected expectations; nichkhun/chunji (2pm/teen top)
a/n: oh my god this took way too fucking long. dasavacado, i am so friggin sorry. ;_____; i hope it's as smutty as you wanted. if not, i'm sorry i failed you.
warnings: iirc, chunji is underage :') so just that card.
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In a rare free moment, Nichkhun is checking his mentions on Twitter and thinking of starting a Fan Talk with a few lucky ones when Wooyoung suddenly comes into the room, balancing a small dish of ice cream between a bag of dried mangoes and a few bananas. "Another idol group danced to one of our songs," he announces around the spoon in his mouth. Khun, luckily, happens to speak fluent Wooyoung (a fact that everyone was slowly starting to catch on), and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. they're pretty good, they even got compared to us."
"Who're they?" Nichkhun is curious; now he definitely has to check them out. After all, they were the infamous beastly idols known mostly for acrobatics on stage, which weren't an easy feat to replicate.
"I think their name was Teen Top." with that, Wooyoung walks out (and vaguely, Khun hears him hollering at Chansung to buy more ice cream when he goes to the store later, and a thud from where the mangoes must've hit him somewhere on his body), leaving Khun to pull up Youtube and type in 'teen top'.
He browses around through a few videos, laughing and clucking his tongue where it was needed; when suddenly one caught his eye - their Heartbeat performance. Khun knew that it wasn't an easy song; even dancing machine Taecyeon had problems with the choreography (granted, everyone was frustrated at Jaebeom's departure and the fanbase taking it completely off the charts), even Wooyoung wasn't his usual bouncy self -
Clicking 'play', he's immediately drawn to attention of one of the members in peculiar. There's something in his eyes that sets him apart from the rest of the members
(though that one with the plump lips does look incredibly tempting, his hormones suddenly have to flare up and annouce that), something in the way he dances.
Nichkhun has to find himself closing the tab with shaking fingers, shutting the lid of his laptop and exhaling a slowly-steadying breath. He barely has time to gather his thoughts before manager is suddenly coming in, annoucing that they have a special stage in a week; and ironically, Teen Top was going to be there becuase it would be a light dance competition, more for fanservice/playful than actual legit number one on the charts at Inkigayo or whichever show.
Khun cannot believe his life.
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He meets Chunji backstage exactly one week later and instantly realizes this is the one he's attracted to since seeing him in the video, all awkward smiling teenager and bowing and repeating of sunbaenim (to which he gets out that 'just hyung' is fine, noting the dark blush that coats the younger boy's face as he swells at the term of friendliness so quickly), and it's really at this that Khun begins to feel his lust grow.
what are you thinking, he's illegal, he tells himself as he walks back to their dressing room, opening up the door and seeing a figure already in. At first he thinks it's a sasaeng fan that managed to slip backstage and is immediately about to shut the door and call for the manager; but a closer look reveals it's Chunji.
"Oh, dongsaeng." Chunji's blushing when Khun calls him this, eyes flicking down to his feet humbly.
"I-is this a bad time, hyung?" There's confusion evident on the older male's face until he follows the path of vision, looking down and seeing a very noticeable hard-on.
Oh.
"Err, I-" Khun's cut off as he sees Chunji take a few shy steps to him, putting hands on the belt loops of the older male's pants.
"Hyung, I think I can help you."
It's taking everything in Khun's mind to not drop his mouth open because fuck, the kid he's been lusting over for a little over a week now is suddenly on his knees, fiddling with his belt buckle. Somewhere between hormones and logic, Khun is definitely lost. He carefully guides Chunji's hands, letting out a very soft moan when his cock is free from the confinement of his boxers.
"Suck," he's whispering hastily, flicking eyes towards the dressing room door. and Chunji stares up at him (and it's this expression that makes Khun realize just how young he is, all five years younger) but hesitantly takes the head of the older male's cock into his mouth, giving an experimental lick to the head. Khun bites his lower lip, exhaling a shaky breath that he didn't know he was holding. He hears soft slurping sounds from Chunji underneath him, and can't help but to think that god damn, this kid was way too good at this for his age.
Suddenly he feels himself engulfed in wet heat, looking down and seeing Chunji slowly bobbing his head around the length, sliding it in and out of his mouth and twisting his tongue in several varying patterns that's having the older's head spin. He hollows his cheeks and takes even more of Khun into his mouth, not minding when the elder's hips move and start to face-fuck him subconciously.
"Hyung," Chunji's whispering out after sliding the other's dick out, lips hot and heated against his skin; Khun resists the urge to come right there from the sight of him pressed against his crotch. He slowly licks his lips and goes back to lapping at the head, smearing precum all around his lips sloppily like some form of crude lipstick from where sometimes he'd lose focus and immediately try to pick it back up (or maybe, Khun thought, it was just to torture him).
Suddenly Nichkhun's losing all rational reasoning as he's pushing the younger boy off him and ignoring his slight whine of protest, easily picking him up and propping him on the vanity table, scattering products all over, looking down at him with an unreadable expression of lust. "I'm going to fuck you now," he says in a deep whisper, all sense pushed out of his brain.
Chunji lets out a whimper, reaching hands up to pull Khun closer to him, precum having somehow smeared onto his cheek as well. "Please go gentle," comes the request; it's at this that Khun realizes that this kid is only seventeen (well, not too bad, but still).
"Fuck," he mumbles out as he digs in the top drawer under them for lubricant, lotion; anything.
"Twoards the back of the drawer, there's some lotion." Khun pauses, looking at the younger boy, a lopside smirk appearing on his lips as Chunji tried to explain how he knew that tidbit. "S-sometimes Niel uses it to- ah!"
He's cut short as he feels Khun yanking his pants down, cold air meeting his erection and no time being wasted as a coated finger's slipped slowly into him, stretching him carefully.
"Relax your body," comes the order from Khun as he feels muscles tighten and clamp around his finger, "it'll hurt more if you don't." He feels the teen's body relax hesitantly around him a few moments later, small pained whimpers escaping Chunji.
It's when he's fucking Chunji on three fingers do the whimperings escalate, and Khun's in no hurry to stop (or continue, no matter how much he's begging for release), pressing a soft kiss to Chunji's lips and gently sucking the bottom one in, tasting himself on the younger teen.
He feels Chunji's fingers sliding into his pants and wrapping shakily around his length, jacking him off with the tempo of his strokes. Sure, it's inexperienced and sloppy, but the enthusiasm is there and fuck it's starting to turn Khun on even worse.
Withdrawing his fingers quickly and ignoring the whine of protest Chunji gives out, he unzips and unbuttons his pants in record time, yanking them down and pressing the head of his erection against the other's slightly twitching hole. "Ready?"
He's vaguely aware that he should definitely be putting on the leftover lotion to ease the pain of entering the younger male, but Khun can't really be bothered with half-assed things like that at the moment.
"Khun, hyung, please," comes the pained whimper; and Khun drives his hips forward in one swift motion. Chunji buries his face in the older boy's neck, whimpering and biting at the collar of his shirt while Khun's letting out a groan of his own at the tight heat that's surrounding him.
He pulls out so the tip is just barely inside him, shoving back into the body to feel Chunji clench and whimper around him, paying close attention to how the younger shudders. Nails dig into Khun's forearms and press hard enough to leave scratches and marks, and suddenly Chunji feels fireworks explode behind his eyes as a certain spot's hit.
"K-khun, right there, please," he's whimpering out, going back to bury his face into the other's neck to muffle his groans and screams. and Khun immediately starts thrusting against the other's prostate, suddenly pulling out after a few moments, watching Chunji's stare breathlessly up at him and whimper when he feels Khun spread one of his legs wider. Without warning Khun thrusts back in, smirking as he feels Chunji's body clench even tighter around him at this new angle change.
He fucks chunji relentlessly, not bothering to stop when he feels the other let out a whimper of discomfort, not paying attention to how the nails are now gripping his forearms and digging hard enough to leave bleeding crescents, only focusing on the heat around him and the slow, hiccoughing breaths the younger's letting out.
"S-shit, I," and without much warning, Chunji finally comes without even being touched. Khun grabs his leaking member and carefully strokes him through his orgasm, stopping when the other lets out a shaky gasp; finally releasing deep inside him. He stays buried inside Chunji for a few moments as they both tryto regain their breathing. After a few moments he pulls out with a small popping sound; Chunji moaning at the loss of heat and blushing when Khun raises an eyebrow.
A few moments later Khun's helping him dress, wiping up the cum that's trickling out of him with some tissue on the vanity. Chunji blushes darkly at this, flicking eyes everywhere but to Khun. and Khun doesn't know what to say, so he avoids the topic of what just happened.
Chunji stands up and winces; there's a sharp pain in his backside and probably will be there for a good few days. Khun carefully helps him up and walks over to the back area of the room, laying him on the dressing room's couch, snagging a throw and tossing it over him. "Rest here, then."
The small nod from the male is the only confirmation before he's easily falling asleep in a post-orgasmic haze. When he wakes some hours later, there's a note in the pocket of the jacket with a number scribbled on it, and a hwaiting! keep living up to expectations =] ~ hope to see more from you ~ in messy, shaky Korean. He smiles, pocketing it and adding Nichkhun's number to his phone.
a/n: oh my god this took way too fucking long. dasavacado, i am so friggin sorry. ;_____; i hope it's as smutty as you wanted. if not, i'm sorry i failed you.
warnings: iirc, chunji is underage :') so just that card.
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In a rare free moment, Nichkhun is checking his mentions on Twitter and thinking of starting a Fan Talk with a few lucky ones when Wooyoung suddenly comes into the room, balancing a small dish of ice cream between a bag of dried mangoes and a few bananas. "Another idol group danced to one of our songs," he announces around the spoon in his mouth. Khun, luckily, happens to speak fluent Wooyoung (a fact that everyone was slowly starting to catch on), and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. they're pretty good, they even got compared to us."
"Who're they?" Nichkhun is curious; now he definitely has to check them out. After all, they were the infamous beastly idols known mostly for acrobatics on stage, which weren't an easy feat to replicate.
"I think their name was Teen Top." with that, Wooyoung walks out (and vaguely, Khun hears him hollering at Chansung to buy more ice cream when he goes to the store later, and a thud from where the mangoes must've hit him somewhere on his body), leaving Khun to pull up Youtube and type in 'teen top'.
He browses around through a few videos, laughing and clucking his tongue where it was needed; when suddenly one caught his eye - their Heartbeat performance. Khun knew that it wasn't an easy song; even dancing machine Taecyeon had problems with the choreography (granted, everyone was frustrated at Jaebeom's departure and the fanbase taking it completely off the charts), even Wooyoung wasn't his usual bouncy self -
Clicking 'play', he's immediately drawn to attention of one of the members in peculiar. There's something in his eyes that sets him apart from the rest of the members
(though that one with the plump lips does look incredibly tempting, his hormones suddenly have to flare up and annouce that), something in the way he dances.
Nichkhun has to find himself closing the tab with shaking fingers, shutting the lid of his laptop and exhaling a slowly-steadying breath. He barely has time to gather his thoughts before manager is suddenly coming in, annoucing that they have a special stage in a week; and ironically, Teen Top was going to be there becuase it would be a light dance competition, more for fanservice/playful than actual legit number one on the charts at Inkigayo or whichever show.
Khun cannot believe his life.
----
He meets Chunji backstage exactly one week later and instantly realizes this is the one he's attracted to since seeing him in the video, all awkward smiling teenager and bowing and repeating of sunbaenim (to which he gets out that 'just hyung' is fine, noting the dark blush that coats the younger boy's face as he swells at the term of friendliness so quickly), and it's really at this that Khun begins to feel his lust grow.
what are you thinking, he's illegal, he tells himself as he walks back to their dressing room, opening up the door and seeing a figure already in. At first he thinks it's a sasaeng fan that managed to slip backstage and is immediately about to shut the door and call for the manager; but a closer look reveals it's Chunji.
"Oh, dongsaeng." Chunji's blushing when Khun calls him this, eyes flicking down to his feet humbly.
"I-is this a bad time, hyung?" There's confusion evident on the older male's face until he follows the path of vision, looking down and seeing a very noticeable hard-on.
Oh.
"Err, I-" Khun's cut off as he sees Chunji take a few shy steps to him, putting hands on the belt loops of the older male's pants.
"Hyung, I think I can help you."
It's taking everything in Khun's mind to not drop his mouth open because fuck, the kid he's been lusting over for a little over a week now is suddenly on his knees, fiddling with his belt buckle. Somewhere between hormones and logic, Khun is definitely lost. He carefully guides Chunji's hands, letting out a very soft moan when his cock is free from the confinement of his boxers.
"Suck," he's whispering hastily, flicking eyes towards the dressing room door. and Chunji stares up at him (and it's this expression that makes Khun realize just how young he is, all five years younger) but hesitantly takes the head of the older male's cock into his mouth, giving an experimental lick to the head. Khun bites his lower lip, exhaling a shaky breath that he didn't know he was holding. He hears soft slurping sounds from Chunji underneath him, and can't help but to think that god damn, this kid was way too good at this for his age.
Suddenly he feels himself engulfed in wet heat, looking down and seeing Chunji slowly bobbing his head around the length, sliding it in and out of his mouth and twisting his tongue in several varying patterns that's having the older's head spin. He hollows his cheeks and takes even more of Khun into his mouth, not minding when the elder's hips move and start to face-fuck him subconciously.
"Hyung," Chunji's whispering out after sliding the other's dick out, lips hot and heated against his skin; Khun resists the urge to come right there from the sight of him pressed against his crotch. He slowly licks his lips and goes back to lapping at the head, smearing precum all around his lips sloppily like some form of crude lipstick from where sometimes he'd lose focus and immediately try to pick it back up (or maybe, Khun thought, it was just to torture him).
Suddenly Nichkhun's losing all rational reasoning as he's pushing the younger boy off him and ignoring his slight whine of protest, easily picking him up and propping him on the vanity table, scattering products all over, looking down at him with an unreadable expression of lust. "I'm going to fuck you now," he says in a deep whisper, all sense pushed out of his brain.
Chunji lets out a whimper, reaching hands up to pull Khun closer to him, precum having somehow smeared onto his cheek as well. "Please go gentle," comes the request; it's at this that Khun realizes that this kid is only seventeen (well, not too bad, but still).
"Fuck," he mumbles out as he digs in the top drawer under them for lubricant, lotion; anything.
"Twoards the back of the drawer, there's some lotion." Khun pauses, looking at the younger boy, a lopside smirk appearing on his lips as Chunji tried to explain how he knew that tidbit. "S-sometimes Niel uses it to- ah!"
He's cut short as he feels Khun yanking his pants down, cold air meeting his erection and no time being wasted as a coated finger's slipped slowly into him, stretching him carefully.
"Relax your body," comes the order from Khun as he feels muscles tighten and clamp around his finger, "it'll hurt more if you don't." He feels the teen's body relax hesitantly around him a few moments later, small pained whimpers escaping Chunji.
It's when he's fucking Chunji on three fingers do the whimperings escalate, and Khun's in no hurry to stop (or continue, no matter how much he's begging for release), pressing a soft kiss to Chunji's lips and gently sucking the bottom one in, tasting himself on the younger teen.
He feels Chunji's fingers sliding into his pants and wrapping shakily around his length, jacking him off with the tempo of his strokes. Sure, it's inexperienced and sloppy, but the enthusiasm is there and fuck it's starting to turn Khun on even worse.
Withdrawing his fingers quickly and ignoring the whine of protest Chunji gives out, he unzips and unbuttons his pants in record time, yanking them down and pressing the head of his erection against the other's slightly twitching hole. "Ready?"
He's vaguely aware that he should definitely be putting on the leftover lotion to ease the pain of entering the younger male, but Khun can't really be bothered with half-assed things like that at the moment.
"Khun, hyung, please," comes the pained whimper; and Khun drives his hips forward in one swift motion. Chunji buries his face in the older boy's neck, whimpering and biting at the collar of his shirt while Khun's letting out a groan of his own at the tight heat that's surrounding him.
He pulls out so the tip is just barely inside him, shoving back into the body to feel Chunji clench and whimper around him, paying close attention to how the younger shudders. Nails dig into Khun's forearms and press hard enough to leave scratches and marks, and suddenly Chunji feels fireworks explode behind his eyes as a certain spot's hit.
"K-khun, right there, please," he's whimpering out, going back to bury his face into the other's neck to muffle his groans and screams. and Khun immediately starts thrusting against the other's prostate, suddenly pulling out after a few moments, watching Chunji's stare breathlessly up at him and whimper when he feels Khun spread one of his legs wider. Without warning Khun thrusts back in, smirking as he feels Chunji's body clench even tighter around him at this new angle change.
He fucks chunji relentlessly, not bothering to stop when he feels the other let out a whimper of discomfort, not paying attention to how the nails are now gripping his forearms and digging hard enough to leave bleeding crescents, only focusing on the heat around him and the slow, hiccoughing breaths the younger's letting out.
"S-shit, I," and without much warning, Chunji finally comes without even being touched. Khun grabs his leaking member and carefully strokes him through his orgasm, stopping when the other lets out a shaky gasp; finally releasing deep inside him. He stays buried inside Chunji for a few moments as they both tryto regain their breathing. After a few moments he pulls out with a small popping sound; Chunji moaning at the loss of heat and blushing when Khun raises an eyebrow.
A few moments later Khun's helping him dress, wiping up the cum that's trickling out of him with some tissue on the vanity. Chunji blushes darkly at this, flicking eyes everywhere but to Khun. and Khun doesn't know what to say, so he avoids the topic of what just happened.
Chunji stands up and winces; there's a sharp pain in his backside and probably will be there for a good few days. Khun carefully helps him up and walks over to the back area of the room, laying him on the dressing room's couch, snagging a throw and tossing it over him. "Rest here, then."
The small nod from the male is the only confirmation before he's easily falling asleep in a post-orgasmic haze. When he wakes some hours later, there's a note in the pocket of the jacket with a number scribbled on it, and a hwaiting! keep living up to expectations =] ~ hope to see more from you ~ in messy, shaky Korean. He smiles, pocketing it and adding Nichkhun's number to his phone.