Following Through (Sequel to Suggestions 1/1)
title: Following Through (Sequel to Suggestions 1/1)
pairing: JongHo
rating: NC-17
summary: Minho returns home from his ‘sleepover’ and Jonghyun is baffled.
note: dedicated to yeongweonhi because she is amazing and i love her very much. (loljk she's a whore. okay sorry bb i'll stop changing your dedication line.)
Jonghyun froze with his fingers softly clenching the arm of the chair he was sitting in as he heard the front door shut quietly. He shouldn’t have been able to hear it, why was he just sitting around waiting for Minho to get home? Rummaging around the chair for the television remote, he arched his ass off it when he felt a prodding at his asshole, and he fumbled with shaking fingers as he pressed the on button.
“Hey, hyung.”
Jonghyun stilled, hand still hovering over the buttons as he looked over to Minho.
“H-hi. How was your night?” He asked, not indicating to last night events but that night, seeing as Minho walked in at 8pm. Not that Jonghyun was counting or anything.
“Good. I like having days off.” He smiled and they locked eyes for a millisecond before Key stormed into the room.
“Have you guys seen Jinki? He’s supposed to wash the fucking dishes.”
They both answered with a simultaneous “No” before Minho spoke up, “I’ll do them, Kibum.” He smiled and Jonghyun had to admit that he was a little bit jealous.
“Thanks.” He reciprocated the smile before stalking out of the room shouting, “Taemin! Have you seen Jinki?”
“He’s in here hy -” Jonghyun heard Taemin’s ruffled voice before a small smacking sound echoed into the living room, “OUCH, WHAT THE FUC - ” His voice was louder, “Oh, no, I meant he went to go buy milk at the store.”
Jonghyun laughed, tension rolling off his shoulders with each shake his body. He didn’t even notice that Minho had already left the room, and for the life of him, Jonghyun couldn’t pinpoint the reason why he got off the chair and rushed into the kitchen to find him.
Jonghyun sighed, this was not the plan. He was supposed to be avoiding him. He was acting like a shameless nerd with a huge crush on the Minho, and he was embarrassed - to say the least - about last night’s events, and wait a second, why did Minho’s arms look so delicious while he’s washing the dishes?
With all the members asleep in their respective beds, Jonghyun sat on his bed with his notebook in his lap. The pen hit of the paper, breaking the threatening silence in the room, before he threw it to the wall and it proceeded to break into sharp pieces before hitting the carpet. Closing his notebook, Jonghyun sighed as he looked down onto the blue shading. He might as well start decorating it with red hearts, glitter and sparkles now that he was a flaming homosexual.
Jonghyun tensed as he heard the shower going off, and clenched his jaw. He felt like if he moved, his legs would shake so much he may or may not break a couple bones and he closed his eyes softly, pretending he was asleep, just in time for Minho to enter the room.
“Nice try, hyung. I know you’re not asleep.”
Jonghyun cursed his stupid idea, who the fuck falls asleep sitting up in the awkward position he was in anyway? He didn’t even have his feet on the bed, why did he think that was a good idea?! He laughed awkwardly, “Ha ha, you caught me.” Jonghyun opened his eyes and sighed inwardly because did anything ever go right with him? Water was streaming down Minho’s body in tears, rolling over each small hill of his abs and Jonghyun might as well just die because that sight was enough to kill him.
“Like what you see?” Minho said and Jonghyun looked up to his face just in time to find him winking.
“What? No. Your body is comparable to a toddler.” He retorted quickly and cursed himself because even to him, his words sounded a little bit too defensive for it to be a part of simple banter.
“Yeah, right.” He winked again and Jonghyun decided that he hated everything sexually related in the entire world from that point on.
“So.” Minho said, perching his body against the wall near the door and locked eyes with Jonghyun, “I was thinking in the shower. About last night.”
Jonghyun blinked heavily, because fuck, was it going happen now? “Oh, really now.” Jonghyun laughed uneasily.
“Yeah, I seem to recall that you came just from my words.” Minho brought a hand up to his face and scratched his stubble, clear amusement shining in his eyes.
“No I didn’t,” Jonghyun scoffed, “What are you talking about?” He let out a snort of disbelief just for added measure.
“Oh?” Minho replied, running his hands down his drying body before hooking his thumb into the towel, “So, you’re saying that you don’t want to choke on my cock?” His thumbs pulled the fabric and it pooled at his feet. Jonghyun swallowed audibly; Minho was already hard and he himself could already feel blood rushing from his head to his cock.
“Are you saying that you don’t want my cock stuffed deep in your tight ass?” He said as he walked over to the bed where Jonghyun sat and looked down at him with hooded eyes, and Jonghyun had to basically peel his hand away from Minho’s thighs with eyes that were averted from the hard shaft right in front of him, “Are you saying that you don’t want to be covered in my cum inside and out like the little cock whore that you are? Is that what you’re saying Jonghyun?”
Jonghyun almost moaned at the words, his cock was throbbing hard and he was humiliated. He wasn’t supposed to get hard, he hadn’t even been touched and he was about to break the seams of his pyjama bottoms. He shook his head and Minho looked down at him almost lovingly, swiping his thumb over Jonghyun’s cheekbone.
“Suck it.” Minho growled and Jonghyun would’ve gasped if he had any reasonably coherent thoughts in his brain, but more than anything, he was absolutely humiliated because Jonghyun had never done anything of that sort so he wasn’t exactly experienced.
Minho was smarter than Jonghyun thought, and he picked up on his hesitation, “Just wrap your pretty lips around it. If you make me cum, then I get to fuck you.”
Jonghyun scoffed - shock overriding lust - at the nerve of his dongsaeng, “That hardly seems fair. Don’t you think I should be able to fuck you instead?” He had just realised what Minho proposed at the moment the words left his lips, and an embarrassing flush covered his skin as he let out a half-hearted laughter.
“No.”
“Well… I guess that’s that then, huh?” Jonghyun laughed fully this time; Minho was too competitive to fight with and he wasn’t even going to deny that he was curious.
Minho didn’t laugh though and his words vibrated in Jonghyun’s chest, “Didn’t I tell you to suck my cock?”
Jonghyun swallowed loudly, taking a hesitant glance at Minho, who only nodded at him, before gripping the base of the length in front of him. He flicked his tongue over the slit, a foul tasting liquid gathering on his tongue before he swallowed it and looked up to Minho again.
“Come on,” Minho urged him and Jonghyun took Minho into his mouth, moaning slightly as he did so, “Fuck, Jonghyun.” Minho gasped as his fingers curled around Jonghyun’s skull, massaging his scalp as Jonghyun’s feathered hair tickled his fingers. He could only hope he was doing this right because he was only mirroring what girls had done to him before. And of course he didn’t Google how to give blow jobs. Of course not. Never.
Jonghyun sucked, hard, with his cheeks hollowing and he felt pressure on his head, pushing him further down onto Minho’s cock before he tried to pull away, his teeth scraping over the shaft accidently as he did so. Minho griped his hair and pulled his head back roughly and Jonghyun winced, his hand covering Minho’s in an attempt for him to let go.
“Don’t fucking use your teeth, you slut. How would you like it if I bit your dick?” He growled and let his fingers slacken enough for Jonghyun to wrap his lips around Minho’s head, taking careful consideration to curl his lips over his teeth. He flickered his tongue over Minho’s slit, beading pre-cum sliding onto his tongue and he found himself realising that it wasn’t as disgusting as he thought.
“Jonghyun.” Minho was out of breath, basically panting, as Jonghyun slid his lips down his cock so far that Minho’s cock hit the back of his throat. He relaxed his gag reflex as well as he could and Minho’s hand massaged his head.
“Fuck, I knew you would be good at deep-throat.” He groaned and Jonghyun let out an appreciative moan coming straight from his throat.
“Jonghyun,” Minho moaned and Jonghyun looked up with his lips still pumping Minho, “Your lips are so perfect.” Jonghyun would’ve smiled if he could, but considering the circumstances, he couldn’t, and as a reply he dragged his lips from Minho, licking the head as he did, before sucking him back into his mouth with his hand pumping what his mouth couldn’t reach.
“You feel so fucking good. I bet you’re dying to touch yourself. Are you?” Minho panted and it was at that moment that Jonghyun realised he was as hard as a rock and it was actually starting to hurt. He nodded, his head bobbing and Minho half-laughed half-gasped, “Good.” Jonghyun moved his hand down to touch himself, the hand that wasn’t curled around Minho’s cock, but Minho caught his arm, “Don’t you dare think about touching yourself, slut. This isn’t about you.”
Jonghyun whimpered, but apparently Minho liked the feeling and he choked out more profanity as Jonghyun continued to tease his head with his tongue. Jonghyun didn’t mind when Minho’s fingers griped his hair tightly, although it was still tender from his previous outburst of rage, and he pulled Minho’s cock up to lick down the underside, making his way towards Minho’s balls. He took one into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue.
“Oh my fucking God, lick those balls, you fucking slut.” He growled, tilting his head back as Jonghyun’s hand continued to fist his length, “Fuck, Jonghyun, I’m close.”
Jonghyun licked his way back to Minho’s head, and quickly took him into back into his mouth, sucker him hard even though his lips were starting to throb and his jaw was slightly burning.
“Jonghyun, I’m -” His panted warning was futile and as soon as his cock hit the muscles of Jonghyun’s throat, he came, spilling himself into Jonghyun’s mouth. Jonghyun sucked him dry, his back curling as if he had felt the orgasm himself, as Minho filled almost every crevice in his mouth.
Jonghyun pulled away, closing his mouth as his lips left Minho’s cock and made a move to spit it out - he decided that it was only tasty in small amounts and this most definitely was not a small amount - before Minho grabbed his jaw with his fingers to pull his face up, forcing Jonghyun to look into his eyes.
“Swallow it.”
Jonghyun shook his head, a restrained movement, still holding the salty liquid in his mouth.
“Swallow.”
Jonghyun sighed, he wasn’t going to win this battle because he never won any battles against Minho, before swallowing and his face contorted in disgust as he gagged, almost bringing it back up.
“Good boy. But, I’m tired right now. So I’ll fuck you later.” Minho yawned and patted Jonghyun on the head before returning to his bed across the room.
Jonghyun sat in a state of utter perplex. And a very bad case of blue-balls.
note: well. this was written in like an hour, so apologies for the shitness of this sequel. like, i actually kind of hate this to be honest, but whatever need to get it over with because i have too much shit going on fic wise. hope you enjoy it, you perverts! comments make me orgasm and come on, you don’t want to deprive an innocent girl of pleasure now, now do you? <3
pairing: JongHo
rating: NC-17
summary: Minho returns home from his ‘sleepover’ and Jonghyun is baffled.
note: dedicated to yeongweonhi because she is amazing and i love her very much. (loljk she's a whore. okay sorry bb i'll stop changing your dedication line.)
Jonghyun froze with his fingers softly clenching the arm of the chair he was sitting in as he heard the front door shut quietly. He shouldn’t have been able to hear it, why was he just sitting around waiting for Minho to get home? Rummaging around the chair for the television remote, he arched his ass off it when he felt a prodding at his asshole, and he fumbled with shaking fingers as he pressed the on button.
“Hey, hyung.”
Jonghyun stilled, hand still hovering over the buttons as he looked over to Minho.
“H-hi. How was your night?” He asked, not indicating to last night events but that night, seeing as Minho walked in at 8pm. Not that Jonghyun was counting or anything.
“Good. I like having days off.” He smiled and they locked eyes for a millisecond before Key stormed into the room.
“Have you guys seen Jinki? He’s supposed to wash the fucking dishes.”
They both answered with a simultaneous “No” before Minho spoke up, “I’ll do them, Kibum.” He smiled and Jonghyun had to admit that he was a little bit jealous.
“Thanks.” He reciprocated the smile before stalking out of the room shouting, “Taemin! Have you seen Jinki?”
“He’s in here hy -” Jonghyun heard Taemin’s ruffled voice before a small smacking sound echoed into the living room, “OUCH, WHAT THE FUC - ” His voice was louder, “Oh, no, I meant he went to go buy milk at the store.”
Jonghyun laughed, tension rolling off his shoulders with each shake his body. He didn’t even notice that Minho had already left the room, and for the life of him, Jonghyun couldn’t pinpoint the reason why he got off the chair and rushed into the kitchen to find him.
Jonghyun sighed, this was not the plan. He was supposed to be avoiding him. He was acting like a shameless nerd with a huge crush on the Minho, and he was embarrassed - to say the least - about last night’s events, and wait a second, why did Minho’s arms look so delicious while he’s washing the dishes?
With all the members asleep in their respective beds, Jonghyun sat on his bed with his notebook in his lap. The pen hit of the paper, breaking the threatening silence in the room, before he threw it to the wall and it proceeded to break into sharp pieces before hitting the carpet. Closing his notebook, Jonghyun sighed as he looked down onto the blue shading. He might as well start decorating it with red hearts, glitter and sparkles now that he was a flaming homosexual.
Jonghyun tensed as he heard the shower going off, and clenched his jaw. He felt like if he moved, his legs would shake so much he may or may not break a couple bones and he closed his eyes softly, pretending he was asleep, just in time for Minho to enter the room.
“Nice try, hyung. I know you’re not asleep.”
Jonghyun cursed his stupid idea, who the fuck falls asleep sitting up in the awkward position he was in anyway? He didn’t even have his feet on the bed, why did he think that was a good idea?! He laughed awkwardly, “Ha ha, you caught me.” Jonghyun opened his eyes and sighed inwardly because did anything ever go right with him? Water was streaming down Minho’s body in tears, rolling over each small hill of his abs and Jonghyun might as well just die because that sight was enough to kill him.
“Like what you see?” Minho said and Jonghyun looked up to his face just in time to find him winking.
“What? No. Your body is comparable to a toddler.” He retorted quickly and cursed himself because even to him, his words sounded a little bit too defensive for it to be a part of simple banter.
“Yeah, right.” He winked again and Jonghyun decided that he hated everything sexually related in the entire world from that point on.
“So.” Minho said, perching his body against the wall near the door and locked eyes with Jonghyun, “I was thinking in the shower. About last night.”
Jonghyun blinked heavily, because fuck, was it going happen now? “Oh, really now.” Jonghyun laughed uneasily.
“Yeah, I seem to recall that you came just from my words.” Minho brought a hand up to his face and scratched his stubble, clear amusement shining in his eyes.
“No I didn’t,” Jonghyun scoffed, “What are you talking about?” He let out a snort of disbelief just for added measure.
“Oh?” Minho replied, running his hands down his drying body before hooking his thumb into the towel, “So, you’re saying that you don’t want to choke on my cock?” His thumbs pulled the fabric and it pooled at his feet. Jonghyun swallowed audibly; Minho was already hard and he himself could already feel blood rushing from his head to his cock.
“Are you saying that you don’t want my cock stuffed deep in your tight ass?” He said as he walked over to the bed where Jonghyun sat and looked down at him with hooded eyes, and Jonghyun had to basically peel his hand away from Minho’s thighs with eyes that were averted from the hard shaft right in front of him, “Are you saying that you don’t want to be covered in my cum inside and out like the little cock whore that you are? Is that what you’re saying Jonghyun?”
Jonghyun almost moaned at the words, his cock was throbbing hard and he was humiliated. He wasn’t supposed to get hard, he hadn’t even been touched and he was about to break the seams of his pyjama bottoms. He shook his head and Minho looked down at him almost lovingly, swiping his thumb over Jonghyun’s cheekbone.
“Suck it.” Minho growled and Jonghyun would’ve gasped if he had any reasonably coherent thoughts in his brain, but more than anything, he was absolutely humiliated because Jonghyun had never done anything of that sort so he wasn’t exactly experienced.
Minho was smarter than Jonghyun thought, and he picked up on his hesitation, “Just wrap your pretty lips around it. If you make me cum, then I get to fuck you.”
Jonghyun scoffed - shock overriding lust - at the nerve of his dongsaeng, “That hardly seems fair. Don’t you think I should be able to fuck you instead?” He had just realised what Minho proposed at the moment the words left his lips, and an embarrassing flush covered his skin as he let out a half-hearted laughter.
“No.”
“Well… I guess that’s that then, huh?” Jonghyun laughed fully this time; Minho was too competitive to fight with and he wasn’t even going to deny that he was curious.
Minho didn’t laugh though and his words vibrated in Jonghyun’s chest, “Didn’t I tell you to suck my cock?”
Jonghyun swallowed loudly, taking a hesitant glance at Minho, who only nodded at him, before gripping the base of the length in front of him. He flicked his tongue over the slit, a foul tasting liquid gathering on his tongue before he swallowed it and looked up to Minho again.
“Come on,” Minho urged him and Jonghyun took Minho into his mouth, moaning slightly as he did so, “Fuck, Jonghyun.” Minho gasped as his fingers curled around Jonghyun’s skull, massaging his scalp as Jonghyun’s feathered hair tickled his fingers. He could only hope he was doing this right because he was only mirroring what girls had done to him before. And of course he didn’t Google how to give blow jobs. Of course not. Never.
Jonghyun sucked, hard, with his cheeks hollowing and he felt pressure on his head, pushing him further down onto Minho’s cock before he tried to pull away, his teeth scraping over the shaft accidently as he did so. Minho griped his hair and pulled his head back roughly and Jonghyun winced, his hand covering Minho’s in an attempt for him to let go.
“Don’t fucking use your teeth, you slut. How would you like it if I bit your dick?” He growled and let his fingers slacken enough for Jonghyun to wrap his lips around Minho’s head, taking careful consideration to curl his lips over his teeth. He flickered his tongue over Minho’s slit, beading pre-cum sliding onto his tongue and he found himself realising that it wasn’t as disgusting as he thought.
“Jonghyun.” Minho was out of breath, basically panting, as Jonghyun slid his lips down his cock so far that Minho’s cock hit the back of his throat. He relaxed his gag reflex as well as he could and Minho’s hand massaged his head.
“Fuck, I knew you would be good at deep-throat.” He groaned and Jonghyun let out an appreciative moan coming straight from his throat.
“Jonghyun,” Minho moaned and Jonghyun looked up with his lips still pumping Minho, “Your lips are so perfect.” Jonghyun would’ve smiled if he could, but considering the circumstances, he couldn’t, and as a reply he dragged his lips from Minho, licking the head as he did, before sucking him back into his mouth with his hand pumping what his mouth couldn’t reach.
“You feel so fucking good. I bet you’re dying to touch yourself. Are you?” Minho panted and it was at that moment that Jonghyun realised he was as hard as a rock and it was actually starting to hurt. He nodded, his head bobbing and Minho half-laughed half-gasped, “Good.” Jonghyun moved his hand down to touch himself, the hand that wasn’t curled around Minho’s cock, but Minho caught his arm, “Don’t you dare think about touching yourself, slut. This isn’t about you.”
Jonghyun whimpered, but apparently Minho liked the feeling and he choked out more profanity as Jonghyun continued to tease his head with his tongue. Jonghyun didn’t mind when Minho’s fingers griped his hair tightly, although it was still tender from his previous outburst of rage, and he pulled Minho’s cock up to lick down the underside, making his way towards Minho’s balls. He took one into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue.
“Oh my fucking God, lick those balls, you fucking slut.” He growled, tilting his head back as Jonghyun’s hand continued to fist his length, “Fuck, Jonghyun, I’m close.”
Jonghyun licked his way back to Minho’s head, and quickly took him into back into his mouth, sucker him hard even though his lips were starting to throb and his jaw was slightly burning.
“Jonghyun, I’m -” His panted warning was futile and as soon as his cock hit the muscles of Jonghyun’s throat, he came, spilling himself into Jonghyun’s mouth. Jonghyun sucked him dry, his back curling as if he had felt the orgasm himself, as Minho filled almost every crevice in his mouth.
Jonghyun pulled away, closing his mouth as his lips left Minho’s cock and made a move to spit it out - he decided that it was only tasty in small amounts and this most definitely was not a small amount - before Minho grabbed his jaw with his fingers to pull his face up, forcing Jonghyun to look into his eyes.
“Swallow it.”
Jonghyun shook his head, a restrained movement, still holding the salty liquid in his mouth.
“Swallow.”
Jonghyun sighed, he wasn’t going to win this battle because he never won any battles against Minho, before swallowing and his face contorted in disgust as he gagged, almost bringing it back up.
“Good boy. But, I’m tired right now. So I’ll fuck you later.” Minho yawned and patted Jonghyun on the head before returning to his bed across the room.
Jonghyun sat in a state of utter perplex. And a very bad case of blue-balls.
note: well. this was written in like an hour, so apologies for the shitness of this sequel. like, i actually kind of hate this to be honest, but whatever need to get it over with because i have too much shit going on fic wise. hope you enjoy it, you perverts! comments make me orgasm and come on, you don’t want to deprive an innocent girl of pleasure now, now do you? <3