Denial
Title: Denial
Pairing: Jongho
Length: 1037 words
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Summary: He belonged to Minho.
A large hand ran flat down a strong, muscled back, leaving a shudder in its wake as it latched onto a thin hip, tugging it back roughly. Jonghyun shook, mouth falling open in a silent cry as he was rocked into from behind, his forehead bumping against the headboard unfailingly. He could barely register the soreness of it though as Minho dragged his free hand up to the crown of his head and pulled thick locks, pressing Jonghyun flush against his chest and slamming into him almost violently.
“You’re mine.” He whispered in Jonghyun’s ear huskily, panting against the shell, as a constant reminder. A reminder of who was holding the reigns right now, of who was fucking whom into the mattress, eliciting desperate bordering on aching groans, of slippery hands, and quaking thighs.
It was Minho doing all of this to him and Minho wanted him to remember.
Minho was bucking into Jonghyun, causing Jonghyun’s fingers to tremble as he reached for anything to control the shudders racking his body. And Minho was the one ruining his body, sliding a tongue down the older man’s neck and pushing further, deeper, until Jonghyun was a weeping, begging mess.
But Jonghyun refused, shaking his head from left to right, the most he could do with the amount of severe pleasure hiking up his body, from his head to his toes, inside and out.
“N-No.”
Minho slowed his pace for a moment, torturing not only Jonghyun but himself, and growled in Jonghyun’s ear. He wasn’t going to lose this battle. He never lost. He was going to destroy Jonghyun until he admitted it. Until he was a whimpering mess in his hands, pleading to be owned again and again.
He let go of Jonghyun’s hip to wrap a hand around Jonghyun’s hard, pulsing cock instead and tugged. The grasp Minho had on the man’s hair loosened and Jonghyun fell forward, a quivering mess of limbs, groaning and gripping the sheets as he almost begged for Minho to stop, biting the pillow as he tried to take the blurring speed at which the younger boy’s hand was moving.
“You are mine.” Minho repeated. He pulled harshly again, swiping his thumb over and into the slit of Jonghyun’s length, lethally pounding into the tight wetness of Jonghyun’s sweet ass.
“M-Minho.”
Minho’s hips faltered at the groan of his name from those flushed lips, biting his lip and squeezing the cock in his hands to keep himself from tipping over just yet. He wasn’t getting off until Jonghyun got off, and Jonghyun wasn’t getting off until he admitted that he was the sole possession of Choi Minho, and Choi Minho alone.
He dragged Jonghyun back up by his shoulder, moving his fingers to Jonghyun’s fat lips to suck, fist hard and unforgiving, Jonghyun bucking into his hand roughly.
“Jonghyun,” he whispered, “say it.”
Jonghyun leaned back, throwing his head onto Minho’s sweaty shoulder, jaw going slack as his hips stuttered backwards to meet Minho’s sharp thrusts. He was always putty in Minho’s hands, falling apart with just a touch and a stroke.
He would give in eventually, he knew, yet the defiance was still fiercely rooted in his mind. He was older; he was supposed to be the one in control. But every time he tried to take over, Minho was shoving him back down, drenching him in open mouthed kisses and rough palms against his dick.
He couldn’t even remember when it started. Somewhere, for some reason, Minho began to etch himself into the back of Jonghyun’s head, leaving behind lust-filled gazes and barely there but there touches. It was Jonghyun who went to him first, asking to be taken, and he still wasn’t sure if he regretted it after the younger boy wouldn’t give him up, no matter how hard he tried to separate himself.
He didn’t belong to Minho. Not at all. But his mind and body were two completely different entities with distinct needs.
Jonghyun shuddered once more when Minho bit his earlobe and the hot tension coiling in his gut began to grow, overwhelming him, eyes closing as he placed a sweaty hand on Minho’s thigh.
“I’m gonna come,” he whispered, torn between pushing back or fucking forward into Minho’s closed fist. His breath hitched. “Minho, I’m gonna come…”
Just then Minho’s grasp on his cock tightened right around the base, and Jonghyun groaned loudly and tore at his bottom lip in desire. The desire to come undone after being held back for so long. Minho, however, had another plan, his finger’s gripping around him tighter, until Jonghyun was sure Minho wasn’t going to let him come.
Not yet.
“Hyung,” Minho moaned, pressing his face into Jonghyun’s neck and mouthing against it silently, wet hair tickling his skin. It was the first time he’d made a genuine noise of longing and hearing it so close to Jonghyun’s ear, how touched out and pleading it was for Jonghyun to just say it, had him choking back a sob, stuttering roughly against Minho’s thick cock, hitting his spot directly and trembling as he felt his orgasm creeping up on him with each thrust.
“Minho…” he pleaded, voice cracking, pulling at Minho’s hand. Except Minho wasn’t letting up and when the younger’s slack mouth groaned against Jonghyun’s temple, he was suddenly falling apart, riding out his dry high urgently, Minho continuing to hit the bundle of nerves relentlessly.
Jonghyun jerked his body away, falling on his hands and knees once more, gasping.
It wasn’t satisfying in the slightest. He had to come the right away. He wanted to reach his peak and tremble in Minho’s long arms, spilling onto the bed sheets while Minho filled his ass to the brim and let it drip out of him and down the back of his legs.
Arching his back suddenly at the sensitivity of his body, Jonghyun fucked himself against the hardness still slamming inside of him, and whimpered out Minho’s name like a mantra, bracing himself for more. Minho wasn’t going to stop, not ever, not until he confessed to being in possession of the tall boy.
And it wasn’t going to happen. Because he wasn’t. He swore he wasn't.
a/n - because idk what i'm doing, i'm still behind and i skipped like five days .. and i'm a perv who sucks at editing... my life.
Pairing: Jongho
Length: 1037 words
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Summary: He belonged to Minho.
A large hand ran flat down a strong, muscled back, leaving a shudder in its wake as it latched onto a thin hip, tugging it back roughly. Jonghyun shook, mouth falling open in a silent cry as he was rocked into from behind, his forehead bumping against the headboard unfailingly. He could barely register the soreness of it though as Minho dragged his free hand up to the crown of his head and pulled thick locks, pressing Jonghyun flush against his chest and slamming into him almost violently.
“You’re mine.” He whispered in Jonghyun’s ear huskily, panting against the shell, as a constant reminder. A reminder of who was holding the reigns right now, of who was fucking whom into the mattress, eliciting desperate bordering on aching groans, of slippery hands, and quaking thighs.
It was Minho doing all of this to him and Minho wanted him to remember.
Minho was bucking into Jonghyun, causing Jonghyun’s fingers to tremble as he reached for anything to control the shudders racking his body. And Minho was the one ruining his body, sliding a tongue down the older man’s neck and pushing further, deeper, until Jonghyun was a weeping, begging mess.
But Jonghyun refused, shaking his head from left to right, the most he could do with the amount of severe pleasure hiking up his body, from his head to his toes, inside and out.
“N-No.”
Minho slowed his pace for a moment, torturing not only Jonghyun but himself, and growled in Jonghyun’s ear. He wasn’t going to lose this battle. He never lost. He was going to destroy Jonghyun until he admitted it. Until he was a whimpering mess in his hands, pleading to be owned again and again.
He let go of Jonghyun’s hip to wrap a hand around Jonghyun’s hard, pulsing cock instead and tugged. The grasp Minho had on the man’s hair loosened and Jonghyun fell forward, a quivering mess of limbs, groaning and gripping the sheets as he almost begged for Minho to stop, biting the pillow as he tried to take the blurring speed at which the younger boy’s hand was moving.
“You are mine.” Minho repeated. He pulled harshly again, swiping his thumb over and into the slit of Jonghyun’s length, lethally pounding into the tight wetness of Jonghyun’s sweet ass.
“M-Minho.”
Minho’s hips faltered at the groan of his name from those flushed lips, biting his lip and squeezing the cock in his hands to keep himself from tipping over just yet. He wasn’t getting off until Jonghyun got off, and Jonghyun wasn’t getting off until he admitted that he was the sole possession of Choi Minho, and Choi Minho alone.
He dragged Jonghyun back up by his shoulder, moving his fingers to Jonghyun’s fat lips to suck, fist hard and unforgiving, Jonghyun bucking into his hand roughly.
“Jonghyun,” he whispered, “say it.”
Jonghyun leaned back, throwing his head onto Minho’s sweaty shoulder, jaw going slack as his hips stuttered backwards to meet Minho’s sharp thrusts. He was always putty in Minho’s hands, falling apart with just a touch and a stroke.
He would give in eventually, he knew, yet the defiance was still fiercely rooted in his mind. He was older; he was supposed to be the one in control. But every time he tried to take over, Minho was shoving him back down, drenching him in open mouthed kisses and rough palms against his dick.
He couldn’t even remember when it started. Somewhere, for some reason, Minho began to etch himself into the back of Jonghyun’s head, leaving behind lust-filled gazes and barely there but there touches. It was Jonghyun who went to him first, asking to be taken, and he still wasn’t sure if he regretted it after the younger boy wouldn’t give him up, no matter how hard he tried to separate himself.
He didn’t belong to Minho. Not at all. But his mind and body were two completely different entities with distinct needs.
Jonghyun shuddered once more when Minho bit his earlobe and the hot tension coiling in his gut began to grow, overwhelming him, eyes closing as he placed a sweaty hand on Minho’s thigh.
“I’m gonna come,” he whispered, torn between pushing back or fucking forward into Minho’s closed fist. His breath hitched. “Minho, I’m gonna come…”
Just then Minho’s grasp on his cock tightened right around the base, and Jonghyun groaned loudly and tore at his bottom lip in desire. The desire to come undone after being held back for so long. Minho, however, had another plan, his finger’s gripping around him tighter, until Jonghyun was sure Minho wasn’t going to let him come.
Not yet.
“Hyung,” Minho moaned, pressing his face into Jonghyun’s neck and mouthing against it silently, wet hair tickling his skin. It was the first time he’d made a genuine noise of longing and hearing it so close to Jonghyun’s ear, how touched out and pleading it was for Jonghyun to just say it, had him choking back a sob, stuttering roughly against Minho’s thick cock, hitting his spot directly and trembling as he felt his orgasm creeping up on him with each thrust.
“Minho…” he pleaded, voice cracking, pulling at Minho’s hand. Except Minho wasn’t letting up and when the younger’s slack mouth groaned against Jonghyun’s temple, he was suddenly falling apart, riding out his dry high urgently, Minho continuing to hit the bundle of nerves relentlessly.
Jonghyun jerked his body away, falling on his hands and knees once more, gasping.
It wasn’t satisfying in the slightest. He had to come the right away. He wanted to reach his peak and tremble in Minho’s long arms, spilling onto the bed sheets while Minho filled his ass to the brim and let it drip out of him and down the back of his legs.
Arching his back suddenly at the sensitivity of his body, Jonghyun fucked himself against the hardness still slamming inside of him, and whimpered out Minho’s name like a mantra, bracing himself for more. Minho wasn’t going to stop, not ever, not until he confessed to being in possession of the tall boy.
And it wasn’t going to happen. Because he wasn’t. He swore he wasn't.
a/n - because idk what i'm doing, i'm still behind and i skipped like five days .. and i'm a perv who sucks at editing... my life.