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mirror, mirror who do I belong to?
Title: Mirror, mirror who do i belong to?
Author: Me previously yisey
Pairing: 2jun
Rating: Nc-17
Genre: Smut
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Request for yanet09
A/N: so this was posted when i was under the name of yisey but then changed lj so need to repost it, ill repost all of the request bit by bit just so i don't post too much on the comm^^
There was a quick eruption of desire exploding in trail of larvae. Like the tongue now sliding against is neck, the lips closing on his flesh and pulling with a rough and slow suck, drawing back a shivering whimper.
That was more like it.
Lustful sounds filling the room with sinful desires. Soft pants coming from the man underneath, body squirming and back arching in a beautiful bow where Doojoon’s hand fitted well. Where his fingers would put pressure, pressing slightly against a sensitive spot just above the two dimples the other boy on his back. They would then tentatively find their way lower, till they were resting on one define buttocks and would squeeze.
His lips brushed against Junhyung’s open ones, curved up in a smirk from the louder yelp he got from the other boy. He drank-with his tongue intruding he heat of Junhyung’s mouth-the pleading sounds coming out in soft and short-cut-of “Please, just do it now.” And it only made him press Junhyung’s body further lower on the bed with his own, awakening even more sounds by sliding against the hard and painful need between their bodies. But this time couldn’t help the groan that escaped his throat, needy, rushing. At the same time as he slowly and skilfully inserted a finger in the waiting, lubricated and twitching hole, between clamped walls-mine-primitively came out at the same time as the sharp cry of Junhyung’s suddenly high pitched voice. Reaching notes he would never have thought he could touch in his life. It resonated at the base of his neck where his lips pulled and teeth found a skin to bite on and mark.
His hands clamped on broad shoulders and finger nails scrapped along the sweaty skin. Because Dammit just fingers weren’t enough and Junhyung pushed down on them trying to get them deeper, knowing the older boy was indeed purposely maintaining his fingers there, without moving, just to torture him even more.
Because he liked him in a mess of heat and pleads along with short intake of air ending in low pants. Maybe even more is a mess of burning lust, not able to utter even a single sentence without ending up breaking in a fit of shaking intake of breathes and soft moans and louder mewls.
“Yoon-fucking-Doojoon, if you go on with this-torture-I’m going to screw-the hell out of-you”
Junhyung’s voice couldn’t sound more demanding and menacing than this. But the only reaction-which frustrated him like hell-he got was a twist of wrist and a perfect hit on that spot making him speechless unless for the scream he let out. And Doojoon preferred that, clearly.
But surrendering to this kind of torture wasn’t present in Junhyung’s vocabulary and he wasn’t about to chance this even if-ah-this is making him-aah-that’s enough. With one strong push he was straddling the older man, hands on his toned chest and back arching, letting go of a soft protesting whimper at the loss of only warmth he had from his lover’s inside of him-where he wanted him to be.
“So you wanna play Joonie.”
Junhyung’s hoarse vibrato was lingering on his lips for a second and the next second, after Doojoon had the time to blink once-or twice, the warm breath was against the head of his penis, air brushing almost shivering against the sensible pink skin and Doojoon couldn’t have agreed more when a sly tongue darted out with a quick slurp at it, he definitely couldn’t and didn’t stop the groan that escaped his lips, his fingers already fisting inside of Junhyung’s hair.
As if on cue, the younger boy let his lips part against the head, hummed at first against it, because of a still remaining trace of wanting vengeance in his mind. And it worked great since the man under him jerked lightly up with an annoyed growl.
But he knows he kind of deserved it and the quick glance he gets from Junhyung’s that says-payback, bastard-only makes his groin twitch upwards between Junhyung’s lips, curling upwards in a satisfied smirk and he finally let go of the teasing and slide the whole thick length of his penis inside of his moist mouth.
He immediately makes his lips busy with quick and dry suck on the verge, tongue teasing in the tilt on the head. Inhales around it because he knows it stirs Doojoon like crazy and can’t help but let his teeth graze against the shaft, wanting more of Doojoon’s sounds. While tasting and filling his mouth with the familiar and overwhelming scent of Doojoon’s sex in his mouth, he lets his fingers graze along his sacks. Moves his head to his pace, though Doojoon’s fingers in his hair aren’t helping when they are trying to push him further lower on the cock.
He finally let go of the member when he feels it twitching inside of his mouth, and hardening even more. His lips ends up with one last suck, quits with a soft plop and Junhyung just has to let his tongue, warm muscle, trail down where his fingers are and his teeth graze on his lover’s testicles.
The body under his reacts strongly and accordingly to how he wanted it to and it’s with a grin he feels Doojoon’s hand on his arms pulling him up in a second. But he couldn’t care less that they would probably leave marks on his ski as he was immediately pushed down on the bed, on his belly, on all fours a pillow quickly placed under his stomach and face lost in the sheets. A muffled scream escaping his lips.
Junhyung’s walls clamped around the thick length buried deep in him because of the shot of pleasurable pain. And in response Doojoon’s fingers against his hips squeeze tighter, leaving red marks on his white skin. He lowered against the bow of Junhyung’s back, lips finding a parcel of skin on his shoulder and he bit down, pulled out and swiftly pushed back in a movement so cruelly slow and deliciously painful, Junhyung’s whimper along with the motions.
Doojoon’s ears were deaf to the silent pleads of - faster , faster, Doojoon-ah, need you - and his lips grazed along the glistening back, tongue licking pearls of sweat mixed with the simple ecstatic taste of Junhyung. And he burns Junhyung’s skin with his lips, leaves a fire on every flesh he brushes against, a fire that doesn’t move and keeps growing on place, making his body shudder till he decided that was enough. And if he wantedit, like the slutty Doojoon’s whore he is, he would get it himself.
He straightened up, one of his hand taking support on Doojoon’s forearm and he other enrolling around his lover’s neck and arched his back, a lewd cry of satisfaction hitting the room filled with only pants and smell of sex and perspire. And finally having a bit of control, Junhyung placed a pace, encouraged only by Doojoon’s grunting - Take it all in, you like this don’t you? Me deep inside your slutty hole - Junhyung would only squeeze harder around him and moan helplessly when he would get a rough thrust in return.
“Open your eyes baby.”
Junhyung shook his head-something embarrassing would happen if he did-and another straight thrust, hitting rightfully his prostate made him unable to keep his eyes shut because under them were tingling brimming tears and he had to widen them in shock as he let out a louder scream-if he could get any louder than he already was-and what he had been avoiding was there, a mirror.
Large, taking all the place above the bed, powerfully showing him a sight he blushed to, flushed deeply, facing turning a shade of red that was probably enjoying for the man behind him.
He could not only feel but also see everything now. and it was embarrassing as hell but he thought himself looking at every erotic detail of the sight in front of him.
Doojoon’s sex buried deep inside of him, so fucking deep he couldn’t even see a trace of the cock, even a slight parcel out. Doojoon’s hands on his hard member, stroking and everywhere else he could feel his body turning in a tumult of awakening volcano. Doojoon’s lips on his skin and Doojoon’s eyes devouring his body with a fire dancing in his orbs.
Junhyung groans and is torn between closing his eyes and not closing them, until Doojoon moves inside of him and he can see his penis sliding in and out and that drives insanely hypnotized by the movement, enough for him to let his eyes open. Half lidded to watch the movement. He’s sprawled out around Doojoon like a fucking whore and he loves it that way.
“My beautiful slut.” Doojoon groans possessively and slowly start thrusting inside of him again, his hands resting on Junhyung’s thighs makes him spread them wider until Junhyung’s is wide open in front of the mirror and aroused from the double sensation of looking and feeling at the same time. He wonders if this is how voyeurs feel like when they peek at people having sex or making love.
Junhyung’s let his eyes meet with Doojoon, and he doesn’t know what the elder sees in his eyes, he doesn’t know what snaps in him. But he’s finally getting all of it, the quick pace, the rough thrusts and he can’t ask for more. Instead he just doesn’t stop the screams of his lover’s name on coming out so easily he would swear he was born crying out this name. Said lover would moan and lowly growl against his skin, eyes still locked on the sight of Junhyung’s body in the reflection of the mirror, because he’s so fucking beautiful lost in lust. With his expressions showing deep pleasure Doojoon can’t tear his eyes from the gorgeous tableau, and he can’t stop murmuring against the skin of his neck - mine - mine - & mine until Junhyung contracts around him, because with each thrust he keeps hitting his prostate and he’s finally above it.
Above the stars or anything and the explode of myriads of sensations in his body, fizzling through him and shooting makes him whimper - yours - he comes with a soft but shaking - only yours - because Doojoon growl lowly and strokes hard enough on his cock to make him come with a rougher thrust on his abused prostate.
He clenches harder-squeezes Doojoon to pleasurable death-and the semen that spreads around his dick slides against Doojoon’s hand, who lets a shaky breath as he can’t stop his orgasm from getting the best out of him. And this time it’s Junhyung’s turn to watch through their reflection, watch Doojoon’s face behind him, eyes closed, teeth deep in his shoulder.
And the view is perfect, because Doojoon is completely vulnerable and Junhyung likes this, the way their bodies are forming only one body, legs tangled together and his back fitting on Doojoon’s chest. The older man comes back from his peak, looks through glassed eyes and brings his fingers to Junhyung’s lips with a soft suck. Junhyung doesn’t like the taste of his own semen, but his lips part and his mouth close around Doojoon’s fingers, all the while maintaining eyes contact. Because he knows it’s driving Doojoon insanely over the edge once again and he wins when the later twitch inside of him and quickly takes his fingers out of his mouth to slide it against a sensitive and perky nipple.
Junhyung yelps, Doojoon smirks.
Sweet, revenge is sweet.
Doojoon’s lips close around one of the marks on his shoulder with a soft sigh, it’s a soft kiss on his skin and Junhyung relaxes against him. Features softening when he turns around to claim a kiss on his lips instead and he lets Doojoon taste him on his lips and on his tongue. Their breathe start to get back as normal as possible when they break apart, Junhyung leans back against Doojoon’s chest with a long sigh of contentment.
His eyes fall on the marks on his body and he growls lowly, “You should learn to control your fucking possessiveness Doojoon-ah.” He complains with a pout of his swollen and kissed bruised lips.
Doojoon’s hand lifted up to push back strands of damp hair away from his face. “You should learn to not forget who you belong to, Yong Junhyung.” He replies back and leans against the bed’s wood behind him, legs sprawled in front of him and Junhyung still straddling him, his cock still buried in his heat. And he grins when Junhyung softly moan at the movement of it inside of him.
“But-Mirror, you had to buy a freaking giant mirror.”
Yes, he had to. Because he needs to see and show to Junhyung where he belongs and Doojoon isn’t ready to let him forget that anytime soon. And this body, marked with his fingers, mouth, lips and breathe-Doojoon’s fingers slide against a smooth thigh-shouldn’t be shown to anyone else but him. And never when the whole world was probably watching the broadcast.
Doojoon thinks silently to himself, and starts moving inside of Junhyung again, because he suddenly remembers Junhyung’s sight in that skirt while dancing to magic girl, thigh exposed to the whole world and he growls softly.
Junhyung just has the time to remember to kill their virtual maknae tomorrow for choosing him for that broadcast, knowing he would surely be too sore to even be able to walk properly tomorrow.
-Mirror, mirror who do I belong to? -Yoon Doojoon, duh-.
Author: Me previously yisey
Pairing: 2jun
Rating: Nc-17
Genre: Smut
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Request for yanet09
A/N: so this was posted when i was under the name of yisey but then changed lj so need to repost it, ill repost all of the request bit by bit just so i don't post too much on the comm^^
There was a quick eruption of desire exploding in trail of larvae. Like the tongue now sliding against is neck, the lips closing on his flesh and pulling with a rough and slow suck, drawing back a shivering whimper.
That was more like it.
Lustful sounds filling the room with sinful desires. Soft pants coming from the man underneath, body squirming and back arching in a beautiful bow where Doojoon’s hand fitted well. Where his fingers would put pressure, pressing slightly against a sensitive spot just above the two dimples the other boy on his back. They would then tentatively find their way lower, till they were resting on one define buttocks and would squeeze.
His lips brushed against Junhyung’s open ones, curved up in a smirk from the louder yelp he got from the other boy. He drank-with his tongue intruding he heat of Junhyung’s mouth-the pleading sounds coming out in soft and short-cut-of “Please, just do it now.” And it only made him press Junhyung’s body further lower on the bed with his own, awakening even more sounds by sliding against the hard and painful need between their bodies. But this time couldn’t help the groan that escaped his throat, needy, rushing. At the same time as he slowly and skilfully inserted a finger in the waiting, lubricated and twitching hole, between clamped walls-mine-primitively came out at the same time as the sharp cry of Junhyung’s suddenly high pitched voice. Reaching notes he would never have thought he could touch in his life. It resonated at the base of his neck where his lips pulled and teeth found a skin to bite on and mark.
His hands clamped on broad shoulders and finger nails scrapped along the sweaty skin. Because Dammit just fingers weren’t enough and Junhyung pushed down on them trying to get them deeper, knowing the older boy was indeed purposely maintaining his fingers there, without moving, just to torture him even more.
Because he liked him in a mess of heat and pleads along with short intake of air ending in low pants. Maybe even more is a mess of burning lust, not able to utter even a single sentence without ending up breaking in a fit of shaking intake of breathes and soft moans and louder mewls.
“Yoon-fucking-Doojoon, if you go on with this-torture-I’m going to screw-the hell out of-you”
Junhyung’s voice couldn’t sound more demanding and menacing than this. But the only reaction-which frustrated him like hell-he got was a twist of wrist and a perfect hit on that spot making him speechless unless for the scream he let out. And Doojoon preferred that, clearly.
But surrendering to this kind of torture wasn’t present in Junhyung’s vocabulary and he wasn’t about to chance this even if-ah-this is making him-aah-that’s enough. With one strong push he was straddling the older man, hands on his toned chest and back arching, letting go of a soft protesting whimper at the loss of only warmth he had from his lover’s inside of him-where he wanted him to be.
“So you wanna play Joonie.”
Junhyung’s hoarse vibrato was lingering on his lips for a second and the next second, after Doojoon had the time to blink once-or twice, the warm breath was against the head of his penis, air brushing almost shivering against the sensible pink skin and Doojoon couldn’t have agreed more when a sly tongue darted out with a quick slurp at it, he definitely couldn’t and didn’t stop the groan that escaped his lips, his fingers already fisting inside of Junhyung’s hair.
As if on cue, the younger boy let his lips part against the head, hummed at first against it, because of a still remaining trace of wanting vengeance in his mind. And it worked great since the man under him jerked lightly up with an annoyed growl.
But he knows he kind of deserved it and the quick glance he gets from Junhyung’s that says-payback, bastard-only makes his groin twitch upwards between Junhyung’s lips, curling upwards in a satisfied smirk and he finally let go of the teasing and slide the whole thick length of his penis inside of his moist mouth.
He immediately makes his lips busy with quick and dry suck on the verge, tongue teasing in the tilt on the head. Inhales around it because he knows it stirs Doojoon like crazy and can’t help but let his teeth graze against the shaft, wanting more of Doojoon’s sounds. While tasting and filling his mouth with the familiar and overwhelming scent of Doojoon’s sex in his mouth, he lets his fingers graze along his sacks. Moves his head to his pace, though Doojoon’s fingers in his hair aren’t helping when they are trying to push him further lower on the cock.
He finally let go of the member when he feels it twitching inside of his mouth, and hardening even more. His lips ends up with one last suck, quits with a soft plop and Junhyung just has to let his tongue, warm muscle, trail down where his fingers are and his teeth graze on his lover’s testicles.
The body under his reacts strongly and accordingly to how he wanted it to and it’s with a grin he feels Doojoon’s hand on his arms pulling him up in a second. But he couldn’t care less that they would probably leave marks on his ski as he was immediately pushed down on the bed, on his belly, on all fours a pillow quickly placed under his stomach and face lost in the sheets. A muffled scream escaping his lips.
Junhyung’s walls clamped around the thick length buried deep in him because of the shot of pleasurable pain. And in response Doojoon’s fingers against his hips squeeze tighter, leaving red marks on his white skin. He lowered against the bow of Junhyung’s back, lips finding a parcel of skin on his shoulder and he bit down, pulled out and swiftly pushed back in a movement so cruelly slow and deliciously painful, Junhyung’s whimper along with the motions.
Doojoon’s ears were deaf to the silent pleads of - faster , faster, Doojoon-ah, need you - and his lips grazed along the glistening back, tongue licking pearls of sweat mixed with the simple ecstatic taste of Junhyung. And he burns Junhyung’s skin with his lips, leaves a fire on every flesh he brushes against, a fire that doesn’t move and keeps growing on place, making his body shudder till he decided that was enough. And if he wantedit, like the slutty Doojoon’s whore he is, he would get it himself.
He straightened up, one of his hand taking support on Doojoon’s forearm and he other enrolling around his lover’s neck and arched his back, a lewd cry of satisfaction hitting the room filled with only pants and smell of sex and perspire. And finally having a bit of control, Junhyung placed a pace, encouraged only by Doojoon’s grunting - Take it all in, you like this don’t you? Me deep inside your slutty hole - Junhyung would only squeeze harder around him and moan helplessly when he would get a rough thrust in return.
“Open your eyes baby.”
Junhyung shook his head-something embarrassing would happen if he did-and another straight thrust, hitting rightfully his prostate made him unable to keep his eyes shut because under them were tingling brimming tears and he had to widen them in shock as he let out a louder scream-if he could get any louder than he already was-and what he had been avoiding was there, a mirror.
Large, taking all the place above the bed, powerfully showing him a sight he blushed to, flushed deeply, facing turning a shade of red that was probably enjoying for the man behind him.
He could not only feel but also see everything now. and it was embarrassing as hell but he thought himself looking at every erotic detail of the sight in front of him.
Doojoon’s sex buried deep inside of him, so fucking deep he couldn’t even see a trace of the cock, even a slight parcel out. Doojoon’s hands on his hard member, stroking and everywhere else he could feel his body turning in a tumult of awakening volcano. Doojoon’s lips on his skin and Doojoon’s eyes devouring his body with a fire dancing in his orbs.
Junhyung groans and is torn between closing his eyes and not closing them, until Doojoon moves inside of him and he can see his penis sliding in and out and that drives insanely hypnotized by the movement, enough for him to let his eyes open. Half lidded to watch the movement. He’s sprawled out around Doojoon like a fucking whore and he loves it that way.
“My beautiful slut.” Doojoon groans possessively and slowly start thrusting inside of him again, his hands resting on Junhyung’s thighs makes him spread them wider until Junhyung’s is wide open in front of the mirror and aroused from the double sensation of looking and feeling at the same time. He wonders if this is how voyeurs feel like when they peek at people having sex or making love.
Junhyung’s let his eyes meet with Doojoon, and he doesn’t know what the elder sees in his eyes, he doesn’t know what snaps in him. But he’s finally getting all of it, the quick pace, the rough thrusts and he can’t ask for more. Instead he just doesn’t stop the screams of his lover’s name on coming out so easily he would swear he was born crying out this name. Said lover would moan and lowly growl against his skin, eyes still locked on the sight of Junhyung’s body in the reflection of the mirror, because he’s so fucking beautiful lost in lust. With his expressions showing deep pleasure Doojoon can’t tear his eyes from the gorgeous tableau, and he can’t stop murmuring against the skin of his neck - mine - mine - & mine until Junhyung contracts around him, because with each thrust he keeps hitting his prostate and he’s finally above it.
Above the stars or anything and the explode of myriads of sensations in his body, fizzling through him and shooting makes him whimper - yours - he comes with a soft but shaking - only yours - because Doojoon growl lowly and strokes hard enough on his cock to make him come with a rougher thrust on his abused prostate.
He clenches harder-squeezes Doojoon to pleasurable death-and the semen that spreads around his dick slides against Doojoon’s hand, who lets a shaky breath as he can’t stop his orgasm from getting the best out of him. And this time it’s Junhyung’s turn to watch through their reflection, watch Doojoon’s face behind him, eyes closed, teeth deep in his shoulder.
And the view is perfect, because Doojoon is completely vulnerable and Junhyung likes this, the way their bodies are forming only one body, legs tangled together and his back fitting on Doojoon’s chest. The older man comes back from his peak, looks through glassed eyes and brings his fingers to Junhyung’s lips with a soft suck. Junhyung doesn’t like the taste of his own semen, but his lips part and his mouth close around Doojoon’s fingers, all the while maintaining eyes contact. Because he knows it’s driving Doojoon insanely over the edge once again and he wins when the later twitch inside of him and quickly takes his fingers out of his mouth to slide it against a sensitive and perky nipple.
Junhyung yelps, Doojoon smirks.
Sweet, revenge is sweet.
Doojoon’s lips close around one of the marks on his shoulder with a soft sigh, it’s a soft kiss on his skin and Junhyung relaxes against him. Features softening when he turns around to claim a kiss on his lips instead and he lets Doojoon taste him on his lips and on his tongue. Their breathe start to get back as normal as possible when they break apart, Junhyung leans back against Doojoon’s chest with a long sigh of contentment.
His eyes fall on the marks on his body and he growls lowly, “You should learn to control your fucking possessiveness Doojoon-ah.” He complains with a pout of his swollen and kissed bruised lips.
Doojoon’s hand lifted up to push back strands of damp hair away from his face. “You should learn to not forget who you belong to, Yong Junhyung.” He replies back and leans against the bed’s wood behind him, legs sprawled in front of him and Junhyung still straddling him, his cock still buried in his heat. And he grins when Junhyung softly moan at the movement of it inside of him.
“But-Mirror, you had to buy a freaking giant mirror.”
Yes, he had to. Because he needs to see and show to Junhyung where he belongs and Doojoon isn’t ready to let him forget that anytime soon. And this body, marked with his fingers, mouth, lips and breathe-Doojoon’s fingers slide against a smooth thigh-shouldn’t be shown to anyone else but him. And never when the whole world was probably watching the broadcast.
Doojoon thinks silently to himself, and starts moving inside of Junhyung again, because he suddenly remembers Junhyung’s sight in that skirt while dancing to magic girl, thigh exposed to the whole world and he growls softly.
Junhyung just has the time to remember to kill their virtual maknae tomorrow for choosing him for that broadcast, knowing he would surely be too sore to even be able to walk properly tomorrow.
-Mirror, mirror who do I belong to? -Yoon Doojoon, duh-.