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It's the next round of the 1 Hr Fic/Pron Challenge! The inspiration is any picture of your favorite JE boys! Thanks to the wonderful ladies who participated in this challenge with me! <3 Check out their awesome stories below!
coiled_iris | goldengutgirl | ky_rin | liangzhu | longleggedgit | mousapelli | nicocoer | nihongofrancais | pearljemz | shichihenge | tinyangl
And a handy, dandy box of links for all my awesome participants! <3
http://lethes-oblivion.livejournal.com/53446.html">coiled_iris | http://fuzzynotebook.livejournal.com/4231.html">goldengutgirl | http://swellinthesun.livejournal.com/3362.html#cutid1">ky_rin | http://sweetdepravity.livejournal.com/40291.html">liangzhu | http://twobees.livejournal.com/12046.html ">longleggedgit | http://mousapelli.livejournal.com/480444.html">mousapelli | http://nicocoer.livejournal.com/257231.html#cutid1">nicocoer | http://hizashikage.livejournal.com/14270.html">nihongofrancais | http://pearljemz.livejournal.com/38746.html#cutid1">pearljemz | http://shichihenge.livejournal.com/3110.html">shichihenge | http://tinyangl.livejournal.com/177427.html">tinyangl
Title: A Smokey Haze
Fandom: NewS/KAT-TUN
Pairing: PIN
Rating: R
Words: 842
Inspiration: these really hot Popeye pictures of Akanishi Jin
AN: I can't really believe I finished something in this challenge! :O Experimenting with a different style. I totally think I failed but what do you think?
The soft smoke swirled in the air as Jin breathed out, watching it sweep across bare skin slick with sweat. His eyes traced it as it wafted further up, reaching erect nipples on a heaving chest before disappearing.
~*~*~*~
"What are you doing here?" Jin growled, bringing up the long-necked bottle to take a long swig. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere else? Like fucking your so-called girlfriend?"
Yamapi stared at him with impassive eyes, a hand reaching out to touch Jin's shoulder. "Jin."
"No, you told me that it wasn't true. Then I find pictures. Pictures!" Running a hand through his hair, carelessly disheveling it as he began to pace back and forth, working himself into angry frenzy.
"Jin." Yamapi repeated calmly, hand still outstretched.
Jin ignored it. "You said, don't believe them! Then Matsumoto had to personally deliver those pictures just to watch my reaction! What else am I supposed to say? What, Pi?"
Yamapi kept his gaze on Jin, not daring to look around at the scene Jin was causing. Making a snap impulse decision, Yamapi took a few steps forward and tugged Jin into a tight hold, unwilling to let go as Jin began to thrash against the hug.
"Lemme go, bastard." Jin struggled against Yamapi's stronger grip. "I don't want.....Let me...go...."
"I know. I'm sorry." Yamapi kept repeating into Jin's ear, waiting and watching as Jin's struggles became less and less until he was still in the Yamapi's arms.
Jin heaved a big sigh, pulling back far enough to stare Yamapi straight in the eyes. "You're going to have suck up really well to make it better."
Yamapi gave him a tiny half-smile. "I know. I'm sorry."
Jin sighed again before pinching Yamapi's side hard. "That's for not explaining it to me before senpai had to show it to me."
Yamapi yelped, his grip on Jin not loosening up at all. "I can explain!"
"Start!"
"Not here."
Jin looked around, finally noticing the crowd gathered around them. "Oh."
"C'mon, let's get out of here." Yamapi pulled Jin along, striding out of the party.
~*~*~*~
Jin shoved Yamapi against the door, kissing him hotly, possessively. "Fuckin' Abiru." Jin mumbled against the curve of Yamapi's neck. "Greedy bitch." His fingers fumbled against the buttons of Yamapi's pants, shoving the thin shirt up to feel the flat planes of his stomach. "You're mine. Not hers."
Yamapi moaned, his head tilting back against the door as his hips thrust forward, his body greedy for Jin's touch. "Jin." Yamapi's hands were spread wide against Jin's ass, fingers flexing slightly as he pressed against Jin, loving the way their cocks were aligned through the layers of denim.
"Can't believe she lied. Where did she learn photoshop, anyways?" Jin nipped his way up Yamapi's jaw before kissing him hard, tongue sweeping in firmly.
"Mmmm." Yamapi couldn't do anything but flex his fingers even more as Jin found their cocks with a tight grip.
Jin stroked them both, fast and rough, his anger still visible in through his motion. Sharp bites and husky whispers, Yamapi submitted to him, letting Jin work through his anger and frustration and responding willingly to each jerky twist with cries for more.
Another tight stroke with Jin's voice in his ear, Yamapi gasped out "Jin" and shuddered, becoming boneless in Jin's embrace. He was vaguely aware of the string of curses Jin uttered as he came, only noticing the splash of warmth against his bare belly as mouthed Jin's cheek with soft kisses.
They stood there, panting.
Jin raised his head.
"You're mine, Bakanishi." Yamapi said quietly.
"No girls?"
"Not unless you dress up as one."
"Kinky bastard."
"Hey, who was the one who wanted to be tied up and then used as a plate for chocolate covered strawberries?"
"You're still kinky."
"You're the one that keeps dressing up in women's clothes for dramas."
"....bastard. You are so bottoming next round."
"Oh, yeah? Make me."
"Hell yeah."
~*~*~*~
The soft smoke swirled in the air as Jin breathed out, watching it sweep across bare skin slick with sweat. His eyes traced it as it wafted further up, reaching erect nipples on a heaving chest before disappearing.
A tanned hand reached out to pull Jin's hand up. Dark eyes glittered at Jin as Yamapi's mouth closed around the white stick, sucking a breath of nicotine in. Jin watched the lips pull away, softly blowing the smoke in lazy circles. The smoke created a thin screen between them, blurring Yamapi's face for a moment. He blinked. The smoke cleared up, wafting towards the opened window and away, carrying Jin's momentary insecurity for a moment.
A thin, red necklace dropped over Jin's head. Jin glanced at it before looking back at Yamapi, the cigarette dangling from his fingers. Yamapi stared back before smiling, his nose scrunching up before taking another drag from the cigarette still in Jin's hold, blowing the smoke above their heads.
Jin smiled back, grin crooked and happy.
coiled_iris | goldengutgirl | ky_rin | liangzhu | longleggedgit | mousapelli | nicocoer | nihongofrancais | pearljemz | shichihenge | tinyangl
And a handy, dandy box of links for all my awesome participants! <3
http://lethes-oblivion.livejournal.com/53446.html">coiled_iris | http://fuzzynotebook.livejournal.com/4231.html">goldengutgirl | http://swellinthesun.livejournal.com/3362.html#cutid1">ky_rin | http://sweetdepravity.livejournal.com/40291.html">liangzhu | http://twobees.livejournal.com/12046.html ">longleggedgit | http://mousapelli.livejournal.com/480444.html">mousapelli | http://nicocoer.livejournal.com/257231.html#cutid1">nicocoer | http://hizashikage.livejournal.com/14270.html">nihongofrancais | http://pearljemz.livejournal.com/38746.html#cutid1">pearljemz | http://shichihenge.livejournal.com/3110.html">shichihenge | http://tinyangl.livejournal.com/177427.html">tinyangl
Title: A Smokey Haze
Fandom: NewS/KAT-TUN
Pairing: PIN
Rating: R
Words: 842
Inspiration: these really hot Popeye pictures of Akanishi Jin
AN: I can't really believe I finished something in this challenge! :O Experimenting with a different style. I totally think I failed but what do you think?
The soft smoke swirled in the air as Jin breathed out, watching it sweep across bare skin slick with sweat. His eyes traced it as it wafted further up, reaching erect nipples on a heaving chest before disappearing.
~*~*~*~
"What are you doing here?" Jin growled, bringing up the long-necked bottle to take a long swig. "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere else? Like fucking your so-called girlfriend?"
Yamapi stared at him with impassive eyes, a hand reaching out to touch Jin's shoulder. "Jin."
"No, you told me that it wasn't true. Then I find pictures. Pictures!" Running a hand through his hair, carelessly disheveling it as he began to pace back and forth, working himself into angry frenzy.
"Jin." Yamapi repeated calmly, hand still outstretched.
Jin ignored it. "You said, don't believe them! Then Matsumoto had to personally deliver those pictures just to watch my reaction! What else am I supposed to say? What, Pi?"
Yamapi kept his gaze on Jin, not daring to look around at the scene Jin was causing. Making a snap impulse decision, Yamapi took a few steps forward and tugged Jin into a tight hold, unwilling to let go as Jin began to thrash against the hug.
"Lemme go, bastard." Jin struggled against Yamapi's stronger grip. "I don't want.....Let me...go...."
"I know. I'm sorry." Yamapi kept repeating into Jin's ear, waiting and watching as Jin's struggles became less and less until he was still in the Yamapi's arms.
Jin heaved a big sigh, pulling back far enough to stare Yamapi straight in the eyes. "You're going to have suck up really well to make it better."
Yamapi gave him a tiny half-smile. "I know. I'm sorry."
Jin sighed again before pinching Yamapi's side hard. "That's for not explaining it to me before senpai had to show it to me."
Yamapi yelped, his grip on Jin not loosening up at all. "I can explain!"
"Start!"
"Not here."
Jin looked around, finally noticing the crowd gathered around them. "Oh."
"C'mon, let's get out of here." Yamapi pulled Jin along, striding out of the party.
~*~*~*~
Jin shoved Yamapi against the door, kissing him hotly, possessively. "Fuckin' Abiru." Jin mumbled against the curve of Yamapi's neck. "Greedy bitch." His fingers fumbled against the buttons of Yamapi's pants, shoving the thin shirt up to feel the flat planes of his stomach. "You're mine. Not hers."
Yamapi moaned, his head tilting back against the door as his hips thrust forward, his body greedy for Jin's touch. "Jin." Yamapi's hands were spread wide against Jin's ass, fingers flexing slightly as he pressed against Jin, loving the way their cocks were aligned through the layers of denim.
"Can't believe she lied. Where did she learn photoshop, anyways?" Jin nipped his way up Yamapi's jaw before kissing him hard, tongue sweeping in firmly.
"Mmmm." Yamapi couldn't do anything but flex his fingers even more as Jin found their cocks with a tight grip.
Jin stroked them both, fast and rough, his anger still visible in through his motion. Sharp bites and husky whispers, Yamapi submitted to him, letting Jin work through his anger and frustration and responding willingly to each jerky twist with cries for more.
Another tight stroke with Jin's voice in his ear, Yamapi gasped out "Jin" and shuddered, becoming boneless in Jin's embrace. He was vaguely aware of the string of curses Jin uttered as he came, only noticing the splash of warmth against his bare belly as mouthed Jin's cheek with soft kisses.
They stood there, panting.
Jin raised his head.
"You're mine, Bakanishi." Yamapi said quietly.
"No girls?"
"Not unless you dress up as one."
"Kinky bastard."
"Hey, who was the one who wanted to be tied up and then used as a plate for chocolate covered strawberries?"
"You're still kinky."
"You're the one that keeps dressing up in women's clothes for dramas."
"....bastard. You are so bottoming next round."
"Oh, yeah? Make me."
"Hell yeah."
~*~*~*~
The soft smoke swirled in the air as Jin breathed out, watching it sweep across bare skin slick with sweat. His eyes traced it as it wafted further up, reaching erect nipples on a heaving chest before disappearing.
A tanned hand reached out to pull Jin's hand up. Dark eyes glittered at Jin as Yamapi's mouth closed around the white stick, sucking a breath of nicotine in. Jin watched the lips pull away, softly blowing the smoke in lazy circles. The smoke created a thin screen between them, blurring Yamapi's face for a moment. He blinked. The smoke cleared up, wafting towards the opened window and away, carrying Jin's momentary insecurity for a moment.
A thin, red necklace dropped over Jin's head. Jin glanced at it before looking back at Yamapi, the cigarette dangling from his fingers. Yamapi stared back before smiling, his nose scrunching up before taking another drag from the cigarette still in Jin's hold, blowing the smoke above their heads.
Jin smiled back, grin crooked and happy.