ROUND 3: the one hour smut challenge!
Okay, so another 1 hour writing challenge! This time, amanuan, Iso, and I wrote it based on the Jin's Popeye photoshoot. *____________________________* I'll upload it if you can't see them!
Same thing as before. One hour to write anything based on the PV, any pairing or rating. And when that hour is up, we post it up, flaws and all.
Special thanks to mananeh who let me spam her with everything as she cheered me on. ♥
Here is Iso's efforts.
Here is Nikki's efforts.
word count: 1282
Yamapi came home from a long day at the set of Kurosagi. He had stopped by the bookstore to pick up a few magazines, noticing one that had Jin's name splashed on it's covers. It wasn't one of the usual JE magazines, so he picked it up without another thought along with the day's newspaper to catch up on some of his stocks. He had a small, ongoing rivalry with Shige over some of stocks of various companies, daring each other to find the best investment.
Tossing the bag onto the table, he tugged off his shirt as he headed into their bedroom, tossing it to one side before stretching lightly, arms above his head. His jeans slid slightly lower as he absently scratched his belly.
Feeling hungry, he padded to their kitchen, intent on raiding the fridge for the leftover thai food they had the night before. He stuck it in the microwave, waiting next to it with the newspaper in hand, eyes skimming for his stocks before crowing triumphantly when he saw that Shige's stocks had stumbled slightly.
Smiling widely, he tossed the paper back on the table. Blowing on the hot pineapple fried rice, he remembered the magazine. Curious and almost done with his food (he was really hungry! And the food was really delicious, ne!), he flipped it open to Jin's spread. And stopped chewing.
Tight, black leather hugged Jin's chest as Yamapi took in every inch of the photo.
Every detail was taken in by him. The pattern of rhinestones on Jin's fingerless gloves to the pretty, rose belt buckle to the skull ring to the fact that Jin wasn't wearing any earrings at all. Yamapi felt a tightness in his chest.
Then he realized he was holding his breath.
Releasing it a whoosh, Yamapi glanced at the next page and froze.
Again.
But this time, Yamapi knew that familiar, hooded gaze. Knew it intimately every night. Especially, when the owner was feeling a bit smug and extremely horny.
Yamapi whistled, a low sound echoing through the apartment. His gaze followed the open path of skin, from Jin's pouty lips to his throat and down his clavicle to the muscles of his abdomen and past his navel. Yamapi had a quick memory flash of tangling his fingers in the soft trail of hair, caressing further and further down.
He moaned at the memory, hardening embarrasingly quick. Glancing at the time and figuring Jin wouldn't be home until later, Yamapi stood up and headed towards the bed. He had been fairly busy as of late, with the end of his movie being wrapped up and the promotion of the NewS album, that he just wanted a nice, old-fashioned wank.
Well, he wanted Jin to be there with him but "swindlers" can't be picky.
Kicking off Jin's jeans towards the dirty pile of clothes, Yamapi peeled off the Dolce & Gabbana boxer briefs, freeing his hard cock to the cool air. Settling into bed, he opened the magazine once more, hand already tugging slowly.
Quick glances at the other pages revealed a sexy Jin posing in a delicious black suit and hat and Jin in glasses that made him want to roleplay "Teacher and Student" the next time they had a free evening to themselves. The one where he crossed his arms and gazed made Yamapi smile, a finger tracing Jin's pouty lips. It was definitely a signature look from Jin.
Yamapi quickly went back to the black and white page of Jin with his shirt parted straight down the middle. His gaze traveled to one of his favorite spots on Jin's body, a finger tracing round and round on Jin' s navel as his other hand curled tighter around his cock.
He imagined the look on Jin's face aimed at him, the way Jin's lips parted and his wet tongue darting out. Stroking harder, Yamapi moaned. He let go of the magazine to bring a hand to his chest, tweaking a nipple hard as Jin was wont to do.
Arching his back slightly, Yamapi tilted his head against the pillows, lost in the imagery of Jin's mouth on him and his hands pushing the designer clothes off Jin's body.
So lost in the image that he didn't feel a second hand joining in on stroking his cock.
However, he did feel something warm envelope the tip and moaned, bucking up a bit into the warmth.
Then his eyes popped open, remembering that he was supposed to be alone and really, he wasn't that talented with just one hand. Or was it two? Glancing down with wide eyes, he saw Jin's mischievious brown eyes and a knowing look aimed up as that talented tongue swirled on the tip of his cock.
"Uh." Yamapi said articulately.
Jin laughed, the puffs of breath hitting the wet tip of Yamapi's cock and making him shudder even more. "Looks like you need help." Jin said cheekily before sucking the tip back into his mouth.
Yamapi slid a hand into Jin's hair, all golden brown and slightly frizzy from the late night photoshoot, and closed his eyes, moaning even louder as he let Jin take over.
Jin kept sucking, pushing Yamapi's legs wider and wider. Yamapi let his head fall back, feeling a bit open and more than ready for Jin to make the next move.
A slow, teasing finger traced his entrance, slick with the cool gel. Yamapi's hips twitched as Jin pressed his tongue against a particularly sensitive spot on his cock. He barely noticed the tip of JIn's finger inside him, wiggling him wider as it slid deeper.
"Jin." Yamapi panted out. "More."
He felt the familiar smile on his cock as Jin began to prepare him in earnest, humming a tune that made him tremble and want Jin to just hurry up and fuck him.
As soon as Jin pulled out three fingers from his body, Yamapi was ready to help pushed the designer clothes from Jin's body. He barely noted the Dolce & Gabbana boxers sliding down Jin's hips, caring only about that trail of hair at Jin's navel, biting the skin roughly and relishing the way Jin gripped his hair.
He looked down at Jin's cock before sucking it hard and deep into his mouth. He let it go with a pop before rolling the condom on, giving Jin a look of desperate need. "Now. Please."
Jin understood, pushing Yamapi onto his back again so he could settle between long golden legs, cock brushing against Yamapi's. Licking his lips, Jin kissed Yamapi, knocking their teeth together slightly as he pushed in slowly.
Yamapi panted against Jin's mouth, breaths mingling as he pushed up, drawing Jin deeper inside him. "More.
Jin knocked their foreheads together, pressing down as he moved his hips in a gentle rhythm. In and out, his cock slid up to hit Yamapi's spot as Jin canted his hips. Faster and faster, Yamapi's hands urged Jin's hips, gripping the hard curves of his ass and digging his nails into Jin's soft skin.
Yamapi bucked up against Jin, finally reaching the rhythm he wanted, coming with a loud cry when jin stroked his cock between their bodies and he bit Yamapi's erotic spot behind his ear.
Jin followed him moments later, thrusting quick and fast before collapsing on Yamapi as he came.
Moments passed when Yamapi felt he had enough breath to push Jin to one side, staying close to tap Jin's nose.
"Pi?" Low and husky, Jin bit Yamapi's shoulder.
"Jin?"
"Do I get to tell the interviewers that you like to jack off to my magazine pictures?" Jin said with liquid laughter in his voice.
Same thing as before. One hour to write anything based on the PV, any pairing or rating. And when that hour is up, we post it up, flaws and all.
Special thanks to mananeh who let me spam her with everything as she cheered me on. ♥
Here is Iso's efforts.
Here is Nikki's efforts.
word count: 1282
Yamapi came home from a long day at the set of Kurosagi. He had stopped by the bookstore to pick up a few magazines, noticing one that had Jin's name splashed on it's covers. It wasn't one of the usual JE magazines, so he picked it up without another thought along with the day's newspaper to catch up on some of his stocks. He had a small, ongoing rivalry with Shige over some of stocks of various companies, daring each other to find the best investment.
Tossing the bag onto the table, he tugged off his shirt as he headed into their bedroom, tossing it to one side before stretching lightly, arms above his head. His jeans slid slightly lower as he absently scratched his belly.
Feeling hungry, he padded to their kitchen, intent on raiding the fridge for the leftover thai food they had the night before. He stuck it in the microwave, waiting next to it with the newspaper in hand, eyes skimming for his stocks before crowing triumphantly when he saw that Shige's stocks had stumbled slightly.
Smiling widely, he tossed the paper back on the table. Blowing on the hot pineapple fried rice, he remembered the magazine. Curious and almost done with his food (he was really hungry! And the food was really delicious, ne!), he flipped it open to Jin's spread. And stopped chewing.
Tight, black leather hugged Jin's chest as Yamapi took in every inch of the photo.
Every detail was taken in by him. The pattern of rhinestones on Jin's fingerless gloves to the pretty, rose belt buckle to the skull ring to the fact that Jin wasn't wearing any earrings at all. Yamapi felt a tightness in his chest.
Then he realized he was holding his breath.
Releasing it a whoosh, Yamapi glanced at the next page and froze.
Again.
But this time, Yamapi knew that familiar, hooded gaze. Knew it intimately every night. Especially, when the owner was feeling a bit smug and extremely horny.
Yamapi whistled, a low sound echoing through the apartment. His gaze followed the open path of skin, from Jin's pouty lips to his throat and down his clavicle to the muscles of his abdomen and past his navel. Yamapi had a quick memory flash of tangling his fingers in the soft trail of hair, caressing further and further down.
He moaned at the memory, hardening embarrasingly quick. Glancing at the time and figuring Jin wouldn't be home until later, Yamapi stood up and headed towards the bed. He had been fairly busy as of late, with the end of his movie being wrapped up and the promotion of the NewS album, that he just wanted a nice, old-fashioned wank.
Well, he wanted Jin to be there with him but "swindlers" can't be picky.
Kicking off Jin's jeans towards the dirty pile of clothes, Yamapi peeled off the Dolce & Gabbana boxer briefs, freeing his hard cock to the cool air. Settling into bed, he opened the magazine once more, hand already tugging slowly.
Quick glances at the other pages revealed a sexy Jin posing in a delicious black suit and hat and Jin in glasses that made him want to roleplay "Teacher and Student" the next time they had a free evening to themselves. The one where he crossed his arms and gazed made Yamapi smile, a finger tracing Jin's pouty lips. It was definitely a signature look from Jin.
Yamapi quickly went back to the black and white page of Jin with his shirt parted straight down the middle. His gaze traveled to one of his favorite spots on Jin's body, a finger tracing round and round on Jin' s navel as his other hand curled tighter around his cock.
He imagined the look on Jin's face aimed at him, the way Jin's lips parted and his wet tongue darting out. Stroking harder, Yamapi moaned. He let go of the magazine to bring a hand to his chest, tweaking a nipple hard as Jin was wont to do.
Arching his back slightly, Yamapi tilted his head against the pillows, lost in the imagery of Jin's mouth on him and his hands pushing the designer clothes off Jin's body.
So lost in the image that he didn't feel a second hand joining in on stroking his cock.
However, he did feel something warm envelope the tip and moaned, bucking up a bit into the warmth.
Then his eyes popped open, remembering that he was supposed to be alone and really, he wasn't that talented with just one hand. Or was it two? Glancing down with wide eyes, he saw Jin's mischievious brown eyes and a knowing look aimed up as that talented tongue swirled on the tip of his cock.
"Uh." Yamapi said articulately.
Jin laughed, the puffs of breath hitting the wet tip of Yamapi's cock and making him shudder even more. "Looks like you need help." Jin said cheekily before sucking the tip back into his mouth.
Yamapi slid a hand into Jin's hair, all golden brown and slightly frizzy from the late night photoshoot, and closed his eyes, moaning even louder as he let Jin take over.
Jin kept sucking, pushing Yamapi's legs wider and wider. Yamapi let his head fall back, feeling a bit open and more than ready for Jin to make the next move.
A slow, teasing finger traced his entrance, slick with the cool gel. Yamapi's hips twitched as Jin pressed his tongue against a particularly sensitive spot on his cock. He barely noticed the tip of JIn's finger inside him, wiggling him wider as it slid deeper.
"Jin." Yamapi panted out. "More."
He felt the familiar smile on his cock as Jin began to prepare him in earnest, humming a tune that made him tremble and want Jin to just hurry up and fuck him.
As soon as Jin pulled out three fingers from his body, Yamapi was ready to help pushed the designer clothes from Jin's body. He barely noted the Dolce & Gabbana boxers sliding down Jin's hips, caring only about that trail of hair at Jin's navel, biting the skin roughly and relishing the way Jin gripped his hair.
He looked down at Jin's cock before sucking it hard and deep into his mouth. He let it go with a pop before rolling the condom on, giving Jin a look of desperate need. "Now. Please."
Jin understood, pushing Yamapi onto his back again so he could settle between long golden legs, cock brushing against Yamapi's. Licking his lips, Jin kissed Yamapi, knocking their teeth together slightly as he pushed in slowly.
Yamapi panted against Jin's mouth, breaths mingling as he pushed up, drawing Jin deeper inside him. "More.
Jin knocked their foreheads together, pressing down as he moved his hips in a gentle rhythm. In and out, his cock slid up to hit Yamapi's spot as Jin canted his hips. Faster and faster, Yamapi's hands urged Jin's hips, gripping the hard curves of his ass and digging his nails into Jin's soft skin.
Yamapi bucked up against Jin, finally reaching the rhythm he wanted, coming with a loud cry when jin stroked his cock between their bodies and he bit Yamapi's erotic spot behind his ear.
Jin followed him moments later, thrusting quick and fast before collapsing on Yamapi as he came.
Moments passed when Yamapi felt he had enough breath to push Jin to one side, staying close to tap Jin's nose.
"Pi?" Low and husky, Jin bit Yamapi's shoulder.
"Jin?"
"Do I get to tell the interviewers that you like to jack off to my magazine pictures?" Jin said with liquid laughter in his voice.