Fanfiction - You don't even realize.
Title: You don't even realize.
Author: Ritsu (crazy_otaku911)
Pairing: Seungho X Joon
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Seungho's thoughts on his own body are quite different then Joon's.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Smut~
A/N: Beta'd by shimizumiki <3
Written for the MBLAQ Meme Hope you enjoy it~ Oh....and Joon ish uke-ing to Seungho, jsyk.
“Joon...” Seungho twitched in surprise as the boy's hands slid under his shirt. He'd gotten nervous the moment Joon had wrapped his arms around him from behind, those perfect lips of his ghosting over the leader's neck. “What...what are you doing?”
Joon chuckled, fingers splaying over the expanse of skin they'd discovered. “You need more confidence, Seungho~” He murmured, lips pressing a kiss against his neck. “It's such a waste that you hide all this...”
“Wha..what are you talking about?” Seungho didn't quite like how jumbled his words came out, but those lips, those fingers....it was just too distracting.
“You, Seungho~” Joon purred, moving his hands up and down over the other's smooth stomach. “Why do you just hang in the background....? You're so much more than that.”
Seungho's eyes closed, flushing slightly with embarrassment. He wasn't all that special, really. He didn't have Joon's charisma, didn't have Cheondung's adorableness, didn't have GO's mustache, didn't have Mir's creativity. He was the leader, the mommy, hardly anything more then that. “Not really.”
“Oh, come on.” Joon turned him around, pushing him up against the wall. The normally cute and charming face was filled with annoyance and sadness, something Seungho wasn't accustomed to. “Stop acting like you're nothing, Seungho!”
“But I am!” Seungho protested, moving to push Joon away, wanting nothing more then to sleep after a long day. “I'm just the leader.” But he'd forgotten how strong Joon was, because the smaller male easily pinned him to the wall.
“You're such an idiot...” Joon rolled his eyes. “You can't even see yourself for what you are?”
Seungho opened his mouth to protest, or scold, or something. But he didn't get a sound out before Joon crushed their mouths together in a kiss so hungry and full of frustration that Seungho felt his lips bruise. Then he was swept away with the feel of Joon's mouth on his, hesitant at first and then eagerly kissing back as Joon deepened it. Seungho wrapped his arms around Joon's thin waist, pulling him closer.
The kiss lasted for several long moments, but it ended several moments before he'd wanted it to. They were both out of breath, wrapped around each other, eyes dark with curiosity and desire.
“You don't even know everything you are...” Joon whispered, slipping his fingers under Seungho's shirt again, caressing his body. “You're so strong. You keep us together, keep us going....you're romantic and charming....well, when you're not blushing and hiding...” Joon smiled a little smugly at that. “But maybe that's just another one of your charms.” The fingers were spidering their way up Seungho's chest, making his heart race. Joon was too close to him. The emotions left over from the kiss were still rushing though him. He wanted to kiss him again, he just didn't have the confidence to do it.
“You're gorgeous, Seungho.” Joon went on as his fingers smoothed up over the leader's chest. Seungho felt his mind crumble as he bit his lip, restraining a noise. Joon's eyes were filled with a passion he'd never seen before and Seungho marveled in the depth of those eyes.
“Seungho....You are so damn sexy.” Joon's voice was low, hissing slightly as he curled a hand around Seungho's neck, pulling his head down for another kiss. This time Seungho didn't pause before leaning into it, wanting more of it and then--
“Shit, Joon!” Seungho's coherency flew out the window as Joon's hand, the one he'd kept in Seungho's shirt, twisted one of his nipples. It sent a shock of electricity though him and Seungho snapped. There were a lot of things that the rest of MBLAQ didn't know about him. He wasn't always nice, he wasn't always kind and gentle. Most of the time, yes...but there were those moments when sudden urges, so strong they took his breath away, shot through him and he'd go crazy if he didn't do anything.
He'd never wanted anyone like he'd wanted Joon. Who didn't want Joon with his perfect body and abs, his smile, his spastic personality, his kindness. But what did Seungho possibly have to attract or keep someone like Joon? So he'd stayed away, far away, keeping away, keeping to the shadows, because it was easier to deal with the shining star that was Lee Changseon.
Only now he had Joon, had him pressed up against him, their kisses growing desperate. He just couldn't hold it in anymore. He wanted him.
Seungho jerked forward, slowly but surely dominating the kiss, pulling the control away from Joon, who fought it at first and then surrendered, jumping to wrap his legs around Seungho's waist when the older male grabbed his hips. They continued kissing as Seungho carried Joon back to the empty bedroom, solid, despite the extra weight and complete distraction. The door shut behind them, both too intent on each other to lock it. Oh well, the other three were asleep...and the sensible part of Seungho that still functioned hoped that they stayed that way, because Mir and Sanghyun really didn't need this.
They fell on the bed, Seungho pinning Joon down as they clawed each other's clothes off, exploring every inch of skin they exposed. Seungho sat back, admiring the view of Joon sprawled out on his bed, naked, eager...beautiful. From his legs, those honey abs, the blush that spread across his cheeks. Joon was gorgeous.
“Dammit.” Joon's yowl brought him out of his thoughts. “Seungho, what the fuck...”
Seungho flushed, losing a bit of that rush he'd had earlier, embarrassed because there was no way he compared to Joon. “I told you...”
“Will you shut up?” Joon sat up, reaching out to grab Seungho's hand.. “You are so god damn sexy....why don't you take your shirt off more often.” And then words were over because Joon had yanked Seungho down on top of him, kissing him again. Seungho moaned, feeling their hips collide, the sensation driving him insane. He started to grind shamelessly down onto Joon, feeling them both react, the needs simply mounting until they couldn't think straight. Joon's hands wrapped around them both, stroking their members to a quick, full hardness, mewling as he touched himself and his leader. Seungho looked down at the sight before him and decided he'd definitely had enough.
He pulled away, smirking at the whimper Joon let out when he pushed Joon's hands away. “Move.” Seungho whispered, flipping Joon over. Getting the idea, Joon scrambled onto his hands and knees, legs spread apart just enough for Seungho.
Seungho didn't want to waste a moment, his fingers already wet by the time Joon was in position. He ran them up between Joon's legs before he found that little tight ring of flesh. Smiling to himself, Seungho pushed two fingers in at once.
“S-seungho!” Joon managed to keep from shrieking, instead letting out a choked groan. “Oh god, Seungho...”
Seungho hummed, working his fingers quickly to stretch Joon, knowing that if he rushed too much, it would hurt him later. Joon managed to keep quiet mostly, falling onto his elbows, moaning softly, ass in the air for Seungho still. The leader trailed kisses up and down Joon's spine, deciding that Joon really was sexy, no matter what angle you saw him at. The view he had right now was insanely sexy.
The third finger was quickly added and Seungho figured that if Joon was going to ever be ready, he was ready now. Slicking his length as best he could, he guided it to Joon's rear, pausing right before pushing in.
“Ready?” He asked quietly, still not wanting to hurt him.
“Will you just fuck me already?” Joon's impatience brought a smile to Seungho's lips before he grabbed onto the younger boy's hips, forcing himself inside the other.
“...G-god...” He choked out, pushing in slowly. Joon, despite everything, was insanely tight and it was all Seungho could do to not just come right in that instant. “J-joon!” He pushed in until he was all the way in, Joon's tight walls squeezing tightly. “God, you got to relax....”
“Ohmygod, Seungho, shut up and fuck me.” Joon's words tumbled out and the boy pushed his ass back against him. Seungho grunted, feeling the heat wash over him before he began to move, pulling out and then thrusting back in. He wasn't gentle at all, effectively fucking Joon into the mattress, intent on his own release as much as he was trying to make Joon feel good. He groaned, slamming back in, greeted with another noise from Joon, soft keening noise that drove Seungho even more insane.
Lee Joon was not healthy for his brain.
The rhythm was quick, hard, Seungho pounding into Joon while the other met him eagerly, their voices mixing together, Joon a bit louder then Seugho. Reaching around Joon's hips, Seungho took hold of Joon's neglected member. “Come on, Joonie.” He murmured, stroking the other in time with his thrusts. “Come for me. Now.” His voice came out extra husky, filled with desire and need. The last word was spoken as Seungho twisted and squeezed. It was like magic.
Joon cried out, incoherent, though Seungho thought he might have said his name. The smaller male shuddered, clamping down on Seungho's member as he orgasmed. Seungho cursed as Joon's already tight body shuddered around him and came seconds later, growling as he felt himself empty into Joon, the shock of release sending him reeling as he fell down from his high.
It took them both a few moments to pull back together enough to move. Seungho slowly pulled out, allowing Joon to sink down onto the bed before he crawled next to him, a leg and an arm draped over him. Joon lay there, gasping, eyes closed, hair plastered to his face. “God...damn...Seungho.” He gasped out when the eldest joined him. “That was...so...fucking good.”
Seungho blushed slightly, more concerned about trying to figure out how to breath again. Joon was breathtaking. “Joon...I..”
Joon shook his head. “Shut up, Seungho.....”
Closing his eyes, Seungho nuzzled the honey abs boy. “I can't believe...you wanted...me.”
“Seungho...” Joon leaned over to tiredly kiss Seungho's full lips. “You need to take a seriously good look at yourself naked sometime.”
Still blushing a little, Seungho pulled Joon closer, cradling him. “You're silly.” He told the other.
“And you're amazing.” Joon replied, resting his head on the leader's shoulder. “You just need to remember that....and take off your shirt more. Because, hot dayum...”
“Pervert.”
“Says the guy who just screwed my ass so hard I'll have problems dancing tomorrow.”
“Oh you...” Seungho's motherly side was kicking in but he pushed that aside. Worrying could wait for the morning. “You know that Mir's going to ask questions...” he yawned as he pulled the blankets over them, noting that laundry was going to be high on the list of things to do tomorrow. But for now, he was simply going to hold Joon and drift away, a smile on his distinctive lips.
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A/N: Finally! Another MBLAQ fic. There's another one too. Apparently I need to stop writing fics because my last five fics (all of which rated under PG-13) were sent back to me with two or less mistakes. And this one had at least 10...Meh. xD
Author: Ritsu (crazy_otaku911)
Pairing: Seungho X Joon
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Seungho's thoughts on his own body are quite different then Joon's.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Smut~
A/N: Beta'd by shimizumiki <3
Written for the MBLAQ Meme Hope you enjoy it~ Oh....and Joon ish uke-ing to Seungho, jsyk.
“Joon...” Seungho twitched in surprise as the boy's hands slid under his shirt. He'd gotten nervous the moment Joon had wrapped his arms around him from behind, those perfect lips of his ghosting over the leader's neck. “What...what are you doing?”
Joon chuckled, fingers splaying over the expanse of skin they'd discovered. “You need more confidence, Seungho~” He murmured, lips pressing a kiss against his neck. “It's such a waste that you hide all this...”
“Wha..what are you talking about?” Seungho didn't quite like how jumbled his words came out, but those lips, those fingers....it was just too distracting.
“You, Seungho~” Joon purred, moving his hands up and down over the other's smooth stomach. “Why do you just hang in the background....? You're so much more than that.”
Seungho's eyes closed, flushing slightly with embarrassment. He wasn't all that special, really. He didn't have Joon's charisma, didn't have Cheondung's adorableness, didn't have GO's mustache, didn't have Mir's creativity. He was the leader, the mommy, hardly anything more then that. “Not really.”
“Oh, come on.” Joon turned him around, pushing him up against the wall. The normally cute and charming face was filled with annoyance and sadness, something Seungho wasn't accustomed to. “Stop acting like you're nothing, Seungho!”
“But I am!” Seungho protested, moving to push Joon away, wanting nothing more then to sleep after a long day. “I'm just the leader.” But he'd forgotten how strong Joon was, because the smaller male easily pinned him to the wall.
“You're such an idiot...” Joon rolled his eyes. “You can't even see yourself for what you are?”
Seungho opened his mouth to protest, or scold, or something. But he didn't get a sound out before Joon crushed their mouths together in a kiss so hungry and full of frustration that Seungho felt his lips bruise. Then he was swept away with the feel of Joon's mouth on his, hesitant at first and then eagerly kissing back as Joon deepened it. Seungho wrapped his arms around Joon's thin waist, pulling him closer.
The kiss lasted for several long moments, but it ended several moments before he'd wanted it to. They were both out of breath, wrapped around each other, eyes dark with curiosity and desire.
“You don't even know everything you are...” Joon whispered, slipping his fingers under Seungho's shirt again, caressing his body. “You're so strong. You keep us together, keep us going....you're romantic and charming....well, when you're not blushing and hiding...” Joon smiled a little smugly at that. “But maybe that's just another one of your charms.” The fingers were spidering their way up Seungho's chest, making his heart race. Joon was too close to him. The emotions left over from the kiss were still rushing though him. He wanted to kiss him again, he just didn't have the confidence to do it.
“You're gorgeous, Seungho.” Joon went on as his fingers smoothed up over the leader's chest. Seungho felt his mind crumble as he bit his lip, restraining a noise. Joon's eyes were filled with a passion he'd never seen before and Seungho marveled in the depth of those eyes.
“Seungho....You are so damn sexy.” Joon's voice was low, hissing slightly as he curled a hand around Seungho's neck, pulling his head down for another kiss. This time Seungho didn't pause before leaning into it, wanting more of it and then--
“Shit, Joon!” Seungho's coherency flew out the window as Joon's hand, the one he'd kept in Seungho's shirt, twisted one of his nipples. It sent a shock of electricity though him and Seungho snapped. There were a lot of things that the rest of MBLAQ didn't know about him. He wasn't always nice, he wasn't always kind and gentle. Most of the time, yes...but there were those moments when sudden urges, so strong they took his breath away, shot through him and he'd go crazy if he didn't do anything.
He'd never wanted anyone like he'd wanted Joon. Who didn't want Joon with his perfect body and abs, his smile, his spastic personality, his kindness. But what did Seungho possibly have to attract or keep someone like Joon? So he'd stayed away, far away, keeping away, keeping to the shadows, because it was easier to deal with the shining star that was Lee Changseon.
Only now he had Joon, had him pressed up against him, their kisses growing desperate. He just couldn't hold it in anymore. He wanted him.
Seungho jerked forward, slowly but surely dominating the kiss, pulling the control away from Joon, who fought it at first and then surrendered, jumping to wrap his legs around Seungho's waist when the older male grabbed his hips. They continued kissing as Seungho carried Joon back to the empty bedroom, solid, despite the extra weight and complete distraction. The door shut behind them, both too intent on each other to lock it. Oh well, the other three were asleep...and the sensible part of Seungho that still functioned hoped that they stayed that way, because Mir and Sanghyun really didn't need this.
They fell on the bed, Seungho pinning Joon down as they clawed each other's clothes off, exploring every inch of skin they exposed. Seungho sat back, admiring the view of Joon sprawled out on his bed, naked, eager...beautiful. From his legs, those honey abs, the blush that spread across his cheeks. Joon was gorgeous.
“Dammit.” Joon's yowl brought him out of his thoughts. “Seungho, what the fuck...”
Seungho flushed, losing a bit of that rush he'd had earlier, embarrassed because there was no way he compared to Joon. “I told you...”
“Will you shut up?” Joon sat up, reaching out to grab Seungho's hand.. “You are so god damn sexy....why don't you take your shirt off more often.” And then words were over because Joon had yanked Seungho down on top of him, kissing him again. Seungho moaned, feeling their hips collide, the sensation driving him insane. He started to grind shamelessly down onto Joon, feeling them both react, the needs simply mounting until they couldn't think straight. Joon's hands wrapped around them both, stroking their members to a quick, full hardness, mewling as he touched himself and his leader. Seungho looked down at the sight before him and decided he'd definitely had enough.
He pulled away, smirking at the whimper Joon let out when he pushed Joon's hands away. “Move.” Seungho whispered, flipping Joon over. Getting the idea, Joon scrambled onto his hands and knees, legs spread apart just enough for Seungho.
Seungho didn't want to waste a moment, his fingers already wet by the time Joon was in position. He ran them up between Joon's legs before he found that little tight ring of flesh. Smiling to himself, Seungho pushed two fingers in at once.
“S-seungho!” Joon managed to keep from shrieking, instead letting out a choked groan. “Oh god, Seungho...”
Seungho hummed, working his fingers quickly to stretch Joon, knowing that if he rushed too much, it would hurt him later. Joon managed to keep quiet mostly, falling onto his elbows, moaning softly, ass in the air for Seungho still. The leader trailed kisses up and down Joon's spine, deciding that Joon really was sexy, no matter what angle you saw him at. The view he had right now was insanely sexy.
The third finger was quickly added and Seungho figured that if Joon was going to ever be ready, he was ready now. Slicking his length as best he could, he guided it to Joon's rear, pausing right before pushing in.
“Ready?” He asked quietly, still not wanting to hurt him.
“Will you just fuck me already?” Joon's impatience brought a smile to Seungho's lips before he grabbed onto the younger boy's hips, forcing himself inside the other.
“...G-god...” He choked out, pushing in slowly. Joon, despite everything, was insanely tight and it was all Seungho could do to not just come right in that instant. “J-joon!” He pushed in until he was all the way in, Joon's tight walls squeezing tightly. “God, you got to relax....”
“Ohmygod, Seungho, shut up and fuck me.” Joon's words tumbled out and the boy pushed his ass back against him. Seungho grunted, feeling the heat wash over him before he began to move, pulling out and then thrusting back in. He wasn't gentle at all, effectively fucking Joon into the mattress, intent on his own release as much as he was trying to make Joon feel good. He groaned, slamming back in, greeted with another noise from Joon, soft keening noise that drove Seungho even more insane.
Lee Joon was not healthy for his brain.
The rhythm was quick, hard, Seungho pounding into Joon while the other met him eagerly, their voices mixing together, Joon a bit louder then Seugho. Reaching around Joon's hips, Seungho took hold of Joon's neglected member. “Come on, Joonie.” He murmured, stroking the other in time with his thrusts. “Come for me. Now.” His voice came out extra husky, filled with desire and need. The last word was spoken as Seungho twisted and squeezed. It was like magic.
Joon cried out, incoherent, though Seungho thought he might have said his name. The smaller male shuddered, clamping down on Seungho's member as he orgasmed. Seungho cursed as Joon's already tight body shuddered around him and came seconds later, growling as he felt himself empty into Joon, the shock of release sending him reeling as he fell down from his high.
It took them both a few moments to pull back together enough to move. Seungho slowly pulled out, allowing Joon to sink down onto the bed before he crawled next to him, a leg and an arm draped over him. Joon lay there, gasping, eyes closed, hair plastered to his face. “God...damn...Seungho.” He gasped out when the eldest joined him. “That was...so...fucking good.”
Seungho blushed slightly, more concerned about trying to figure out how to breath again. Joon was breathtaking. “Joon...I..”
Joon shook his head. “Shut up, Seungho.....”
Closing his eyes, Seungho nuzzled the honey abs boy. “I can't believe...you wanted...me.”
“Seungho...” Joon leaned over to tiredly kiss Seungho's full lips. “You need to take a seriously good look at yourself naked sometime.”
Still blushing a little, Seungho pulled Joon closer, cradling him. “You're silly.” He told the other.
“And you're amazing.” Joon replied, resting his head on the leader's shoulder. “You just need to remember that....and take off your shirt more. Because, hot dayum...”
“Pervert.”
“Says the guy who just screwed my ass so hard I'll have problems dancing tomorrow.”
“Oh you...” Seungho's motherly side was kicking in but he pushed that aside. Worrying could wait for the morning. “You know that Mir's going to ask questions...” he yawned as he pulled the blankets over them, noting that laundry was going to be high on the list of things to do tomorrow. But for now, he was simply going to hold Joon and drift away, a smile on his distinctive lips.
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A/N: Finally! Another MBLAQ fic. There's another one too. Apparently I need to stop writing fics because my last five fics (all of which rated under PG-13) were sent back to me with two or less mistakes. And this one had at least 10...Meh. xD