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Chingaling Chingaling
Title: Chingaling Chingaling
Author: Me
Pairing: Seungho/Joon
Rating: Nc-17
Genre: Smut
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Request for sujuluver121 , Sorry girl took me longer than needed u.u but I had a smut-writer-block u.u
A/N: LOL it's been a month since I wrote smut ;___; I feel kind of proud to have overcome my smut-writer-block XD
It’s all in the way he reacts. Back arching into his touch, body getting too close and suddenly he can’t help but redo it, brush his fingers past that sensible spot again, touch that smooth skin again. It’s all about the way he reacts. The way his lips would part away and let mewl sounds of shameless moans get out of them, sometimes filled with soft whispers of his name on the tip of his tongue or sometimes just incoherent mumbles of things he wanted to ask.
It’s all of these that make him helplessly wants to torture him a bit more with more frictions than needed. With more air brushing and sliding along the slightly tan skin of his lover, he can’t help but smirk when he feels a shiver run down on the flesh and he’s sure he can feel the twitch on his lips. Passing past them with a delightful satisfied sensation.
Joon is probably turning insane but he doesn’t care since he’s doing this to make Seungho more insane than he was. And it was working for all he knew. Seungho’s breathe was caught in his lungs, making him unable to do anything but pants, chest rising and falling down. His hair was messy and afloat on the pillow that was under it, eyes half lidded to stare at the white ceiling which was nothing compared to the heaven of sensations running through his body.
His neck was covered with purple mark where Joon’s teeth mark passed by and the red ones were the fresh one he was leaving down in a trail to his stomach muscles. His nipples was already left with the cold breeze and he could only squirm and once again let a pleading moan that didn’t mean anything but the fact that he was left hanging there, cock hard enough he could explode and body needy to feel Joon somewhere else than in his navel, licking and biting down at his flesh.
Needy, needy like he had never been better.
“Joon, Joon.” Seungho whispered, panted out, hands reaching down and fingers running through Joon’s soft locks. Joon hummed around his skin, groan softly when his scalp was gently massaged by slender fingers and looked up with a sly smirk. “Patient hyung, isn’t one of your virtue.” Teasing breathe, itching his sweaty flesh. Teasing lips brushing past his sensible skin, right above where his twitching cock was throbbing impatiently and anticipating.
“Do it, do it, do it.” Again those hopeless pants, head running back and forth from right to left, one hand gripping tightly on the sheet next to his head and the other still pulling at Joon’s hair, now hurting his scalp more than needed and so he had to move his head back to make them relax inside of his head.
“Three times is must, hyung.” Joon reply came, breathe ghosted above the thick length of his lover’s awaiting member. He didn’t touch it, just kept looking at it through his lust covered lips. his lips grazed, his tongue darted out, warm moist muscle to lick on the red tip of the twitching length. It got another sound, louder, a scream, almost a scream. Filled the room, sheets shuffled when Seungho’s squirmed underneath him. Joon’s hand on his hips stopped him from thrusting upwards and get what he wanted, because it wasn’t yet to be done like this.
Another quick lick at the tip, sliding down the length of the throbbing and thick cock, dripping with pre-cum that tasted bitter and saltier but Joon’s tongue could handle that for a bit.
“Joon, please!”
Drop the teasing; this was too blissful to be ignored. Such a cry to deliverance shouldn’t be ignored, not even by him. Although waiting a bit more to be able to really witness Seungho losing sense of reality and wantonly pleading until it gets too much and he would claim what he wants no matter what was also tempting to do. But no, forget it. If it happened Joon would be the one tortured with sinful lust after. He was better making the boy underneath him squirm and mewl softly or loudly.
His fingers curled around the base of the thick cock and with one last lick that made Seungho’s body jerk forward he finally engulfed the length of the thick cock into his mouth, lips sucking lightly at the head before sliding down fully and stopping at the base where his hands was resting. He could feel it twitching and throbbing inside of his mouth and he hummed softly to make it even further twitch inside of his moist warmth. Lips stretching in a sly smirk as he swirled his tongue in the tilt of the head.
Seungho’s reaction couldn’t have been stronger.
For he came without warning and Joon found himself coughing at the bitter taste that filled his mouth. He was more surprised than annoyed at it though. He had to blink a bit before swallowing it on instinct, licking away the bit that dropped at the corner of his lips. and returning to his earlier position with a small chuckle he licked clean the limping member. Replaced his tongue by his fingers and tickled the sensitive skin, before hovering above Seungho to see how his lover was taking this, with the member that was starting to harden again in the palm of his hand.
He stared fondly at the sweaty and spent state of his lover, eyes softening when he noticed him flushing and looking away.
That’s what he liked, the fact that he could be wild, sexy and cute at the same time. One of the reason he loved that person under him.
Joon’s fingers pushed away a strand of soaked hair out of his face and placed it under Seungho’s chin to turn his face to him. “That was fast.” He couldn’t help but grin out, still admiring the heavy rising up and down of Seungho’s chest, reflecting the way his breath was caught inside of his lungs and burned every single cells of oxygen still in his body.
“Shut up.” Seungho breathed out, biting on his bottom to stop a sudden urge to let out another moan because Joon’s hand was still working on his member and waking it sooner than he wanted. “What? Not happy? Maybe a second time would be okay?” Joon snickered and lowered down, lips trailing on Seungho’s neck, sucking on the white flesh and licking at red mark already showing itself.
Seungho parted his lips, words coming out of his mouth, voice sounding uneven before deciding he should do something and tugged at Joon’s hair, pulling his head up and crashing their lips together. “Just fuck me already.” He had to take a deep intake of breath to be able to finish that only sentence and before his mouth was invaded by fingers that eagerly asked him to suck at them. His tongue swirled around the digits, eyes locked with Joon’s eager ones, half lidded and loving the way he seemed to be under torture and couldn’t take his eyes from his fingers in his mouth. Joon finally groaned softly, the sound coming like a low growl from the back of his throat and not being able to wait anymore pulled is fingers out and slid them down, near his entrance.
Seungho turned into a pretty mess after he was done fucking him with his fingers proving for his prostate with each thrusts, stretching and his mouth closing around a nipple just to distract whenever he added another finger. The body under him wouldn’t stand much of this and Seungho proved him right by panting a soft plead that urged him to finally do it already or he was going to take over things and it wouldn’t be him toping anymore and that did it for Joon to pull his fingers out, smirk appearing on his face when Seungho hips thrust forward to get the warmth back and sunk down in the bed when he plunged into the tight heat in one swift and strong push. His whole length getting squeezed by the tight heat, surrounding his sensitive cock, hard enough to make one man cry out of painful pleasure.
Joon clenched his eyes shut, elbows supporting themselves on each side of Seungho’s head, a low moan escaping his mouth as he tried as harder as he could to not rush and just ram endlessly inside of this suffocating warmth.
“Do it, do it fuck. Joon.”
Seungho mewled softly when it started slowly, this was pure torture and he endured it enough. But he couldn’t move since his wrists were just held above his head when he tried to place them on Joon’s hips to push him forward. He was going to end up sobbing pitifully because this was too painful to stand, he could feel his muscles tightening, but could not let it end instead letting it build inside of him and waiting for it, urging for it to explode anytime soon before his sanity disappeared first.
His legs moved up, wrapping around Joon and he used his hips to push forward, eyes unclenching open and a loud scream of a Joon leaving his lips, his back arched away from the bed and Joon knew he found that particular spot where his prostate was placed. And that was when the merciless ramming started, pounding roughly inside of the tight hole, lips placing sloppy kiss, since they were too lost in pleasure to even do anything clearly. The room was filled with moans from both parties, louder from Seungho, but both were near the end.
Joon’s hand made its way down, brushing over a nipple as he did so, tongue licking at his lips when Seungho let out a shaky moan, and then finally taking the abandoned shaft in his palm stroking it at the same pace as he pounded inside of the tight heat surrounding his cock. His hand released the wrists he caught and fell down on the skin of Seungho’s hips, fingers digging painfully in the sweaty skin and surely leaving marks that would turn purple later and would make Seungho not able to get his shirt off in front of the other members. But he could careless as he was being roughly fucked on the bed creaking under him and damn it but he was so damn close all he could do was let a shout of Joon’s name leave his lips before clenching his eyes shut and head rolling from side to side let his muscles tighten one more, his member twitch one last time inside of the palm stroking it and then coating it with white sticky semen that reached Joon and Seungho’s stomach. He squeezed on the cock inside of himself unconsciously or consciously, the fact was Joon was near and he just needed that to come too, spilling his seeds inside of his hole and then letting his head fall on Seungho’s shoulder, body spent and breath uneven.
Their chest heaved up and down in a futile attempt to try and control their breaths. Joon pulled out, rolling on the side and stared at the ceiling for a minute, his blurred mind registering the shuffle of sheets when Seungho rolled to look at him.
“That was uncalled for. Tomorrow we have a busy schedule and we have to practice and because of you, I’ll have to wear something that hides the hickey on my neck and the bruises on my hip.” Seungho complained.
“Well, you just had to not let this kind of thing happen.” Joon remarked with a low growl and rolled on his side too. A possessive hand reached out for his hip and pulled him flushed against Joon’s sticky body.
“Dancing in front of other people and shamelessly showing off what’s mine isn’t something I highly encourages you to do, hyung.”
“What? Just because of some kind of sick parody of that girl’s song, that’s...” Seungho’s thick and swollen lips were shut by another pair of lips and teeth sinking into his flesh painfully made him gasp and push Joon away.
“You shouldn’t push my limits.” Joon whispered, his tongue darting out and licking at the swollen bruise he just made. Seungho was going to protest but just ended up moaning again and as he was pinned on all four, head being pushed in the soft pillow, registering in his head that next time someone wants him to dance to 4minute’s - Huh, he would say no without regrets.
Author: Me
Pairing: Seungho/Joon
Rating: Nc-17
Genre: Smut
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Request for sujuluver121 , Sorry girl took me longer than needed u.u but I had a smut-writer-block u.u
A/N: LOL it's been a month since I wrote smut ;___; I feel kind of proud to have overcome my smut-writer-block XD
It’s all in the way he reacts. Back arching into his touch, body getting too close and suddenly he can’t help but redo it, brush his fingers past that sensible spot again, touch that smooth skin again. It’s all about the way he reacts. The way his lips would part away and let mewl sounds of shameless moans get out of them, sometimes filled with soft whispers of his name on the tip of his tongue or sometimes just incoherent mumbles of things he wanted to ask.
It’s all of these that make him helplessly wants to torture him a bit more with more frictions than needed. With more air brushing and sliding along the slightly tan skin of his lover, he can’t help but smirk when he feels a shiver run down on the flesh and he’s sure he can feel the twitch on his lips. Passing past them with a delightful satisfied sensation.
Joon is probably turning insane but he doesn’t care since he’s doing this to make Seungho more insane than he was. And it was working for all he knew. Seungho’s breathe was caught in his lungs, making him unable to do anything but pants, chest rising and falling down. His hair was messy and afloat on the pillow that was under it, eyes half lidded to stare at the white ceiling which was nothing compared to the heaven of sensations running through his body.
His neck was covered with purple mark where Joon’s teeth mark passed by and the red ones were the fresh one he was leaving down in a trail to his stomach muscles. His nipples was already left with the cold breeze and he could only squirm and once again let a pleading moan that didn’t mean anything but the fact that he was left hanging there, cock hard enough he could explode and body needy to feel Joon somewhere else than in his navel, licking and biting down at his flesh.
Needy, needy like he had never been better.
“Joon, Joon.” Seungho whispered, panted out, hands reaching down and fingers running through Joon’s soft locks. Joon hummed around his skin, groan softly when his scalp was gently massaged by slender fingers and looked up with a sly smirk. “Patient hyung, isn’t one of your virtue.” Teasing breathe, itching his sweaty flesh. Teasing lips brushing past his sensible skin, right above where his twitching cock was throbbing impatiently and anticipating.
“Do it, do it, do it.” Again those hopeless pants, head running back and forth from right to left, one hand gripping tightly on the sheet next to his head and the other still pulling at Joon’s hair, now hurting his scalp more than needed and so he had to move his head back to make them relax inside of his head.
“Three times is must, hyung.” Joon reply came, breathe ghosted above the thick length of his lover’s awaiting member. He didn’t touch it, just kept looking at it through his lust covered lips. his lips grazed, his tongue darted out, warm moist muscle to lick on the red tip of the twitching length. It got another sound, louder, a scream, almost a scream. Filled the room, sheets shuffled when Seungho’s squirmed underneath him. Joon’s hand on his hips stopped him from thrusting upwards and get what he wanted, because it wasn’t yet to be done like this.
Another quick lick at the tip, sliding down the length of the throbbing and thick cock, dripping with pre-cum that tasted bitter and saltier but Joon’s tongue could handle that for a bit.
“Joon, please!”
Drop the teasing; this was too blissful to be ignored. Such a cry to deliverance shouldn’t be ignored, not even by him. Although waiting a bit more to be able to really witness Seungho losing sense of reality and wantonly pleading until it gets too much and he would claim what he wants no matter what was also tempting to do. But no, forget it. If it happened Joon would be the one tortured with sinful lust after. He was better making the boy underneath him squirm and mewl softly or loudly.
His fingers curled around the base of the thick cock and with one last lick that made Seungho’s body jerk forward he finally engulfed the length of the thick cock into his mouth, lips sucking lightly at the head before sliding down fully and stopping at the base where his hands was resting. He could feel it twitching and throbbing inside of his mouth and he hummed softly to make it even further twitch inside of his moist warmth. Lips stretching in a sly smirk as he swirled his tongue in the tilt of the head.
Seungho’s reaction couldn’t have been stronger.
For he came without warning and Joon found himself coughing at the bitter taste that filled his mouth. He was more surprised than annoyed at it though. He had to blink a bit before swallowing it on instinct, licking away the bit that dropped at the corner of his lips. and returning to his earlier position with a small chuckle he licked clean the limping member. Replaced his tongue by his fingers and tickled the sensitive skin, before hovering above Seungho to see how his lover was taking this, with the member that was starting to harden again in the palm of his hand.
He stared fondly at the sweaty and spent state of his lover, eyes softening when he noticed him flushing and looking away.
That’s what he liked, the fact that he could be wild, sexy and cute at the same time. One of the reason he loved that person under him.
Joon’s fingers pushed away a strand of soaked hair out of his face and placed it under Seungho’s chin to turn his face to him. “That was fast.” He couldn’t help but grin out, still admiring the heavy rising up and down of Seungho’s chest, reflecting the way his breath was caught inside of his lungs and burned every single cells of oxygen still in his body.
“Shut up.” Seungho breathed out, biting on his bottom to stop a sudden urge to let out another moan because Joon’s hand was still working on his member and waking it sooner than he wanted. “What? Not happy? Maybe a second time would be okay?” Joon snickered and lowered down, lips trailing on Seungho’s neck, sucking on the white flesh and licking at red mark already showing itself.
Seungho parted his lips, words coming out of his mouth, voice sounding uneven before deciding he should do something and tugged at Joon’s hair, pulling his head up and crashing their lips together. “Just fuck me already.” He had to take a deep intake of breath to be able to finish that only sentence and before his mouth was invaded by fingers that eagerly asked him to suck at them. His tongue swirled around the digits, eyes locked with Joon’s eager ones, half lidded and loving the way he seemed to be under torture and couldn’t take his eyes from his fingers in his mouth. Joon finally groaned softly, the sound coming like a low growl from the back of his throat and not being able to wait anymore pulled is fingers out and slid them down, near his entrance.
Seungho turned into a pretty mess after he was done fucking him with his fingers proving for his prostate with each thrusts, stretching and his mouth closing around a nipple just to distract whenever he added another finger. The body under him wouldn’t stand much of this and Seungho proved him right by panting a soft plead that urged him to finally do it already or he was going to take over things and it wouldn’t be him toping anymore and that did it for Joon to pull his fingers out, smirk appearing on his face when Seungho hips thrust forward to get the warmth back and sunk down in the bed when he plunged into the tight heat in one swift and strong push. His whole length getting squeezed by the tight heat, surrounding his sensitive cock, hard enough to make one man cry out of painful pleasure.
Joon clenched his eyes shut, elbows supporting themselves on each side of Seungho’s head, a low moan escaping his mouth as he tried as harder as he could to not rush and just ram endlessly inside of this suffocating warmth.
“Do it, do it fuck. Joon.”
Seungho mewled softly when it started slowly, this was pure torture and he endured it enough. But he couldn’t move since his wrists were just held above his head when he tried to place them on Joon’s hips to push him forward. He was going to end up sobbing pitifully because this was too painful to stand, he could feel his muscles tightening, but could not let it end instead letting it build inside of him and waiting for it, urging for it to explode anytime soon before his sanity disappeared first.
His legs moved up, wrapping around Joon and he used his hips to push forward, eyes unclenching open and a loud scream of a Joon leaving his lips, his back arched away from the bed and Joon knew he found that particular spot where his prostate was placed. And that was when the merciless ramming started, pounding roughly inside of the tight hole, lips placing sloppy kiss, since they were too lost in pleasure to even do anything clearly. The room was filled with moans from both parties, louder from Seungho, but both were near the end.
Joon’s hand made its way down, brushing over a nipple as he did so, tongue licking at his lips when Seungho let out a shaky moan, and then finally taking the abandoned shaft in his palm stroking it at the same pace as he pounded inside of the tight heat surrounding his cock. His hand released the wrists he caught and fell down on the skin of Seungho’s hips, fingers digging painfully in the sweaty skin and surely leaving marks that would turn purple later and would make Seungho not able to get his shirt off in front of the other members. But he could careless as he was being roughly fucked on the bed creaking under him and damn it but he was so damn close all he could do was let a shout of Joon’s name leave his lips before clenching his eyes shut and head rolling from side to side let his muscles tighten one more, his member twitch one last time inside of the palm stroking it and then coating it with white sticky semen that reached Joon and Seungho’s stomach. He squeezed on the cock inside of himself unconsciously or consciously, the fact was Joon was near and he just needed that to come too, spilling his seeds inside of his hole and then letting his head fall on Seungho’s shoulder, body spent and breath uneven.
Their chest heaved up and down in a futile attempt to try and control their breaths. Joon pulled out, rolling on the side and stared at the ceiling for a minute, his blurred mind registering the shuffle of sheets when Seungho rolled to look at him.
“That was uncalled for. Tomorrow we have a busy schedule and we have to practice and because of you, I’ll have to wear something that hides the hickey on my neck and the bruises on my hip.” Seungho complained.
“Well, you just had to not let this kind of thing happen.” Joon remarked with a low growl and rolled on his side too. A possessive hand reached out for his hip and pulled him flushed against Joon’s sticky body.
“Dancing in front of other people and shamelessly showing off what’s mine isn’t something I highly encourages you to do, hyung.”
“What? Just because of some kind of sick parody of that girl’s song, that’s...” Seungho’s thick and swollen lips were shut by another pair of lips and teeth sinking into his flesh painfully made him gasp and push Joon away.
“You shouldn’t push my limits.” Joon whispered, his tongue darting out and licking at the swollen bruise he just made. Seungho was going to protest but just ended up moaning again and as he was pinned on all four, head being pushed in the soft pillow, registering in his head that next time someone wants him to dance to 4minute’s - Huh, he would say no without regrets.