golden boy | one-shot | 1,472
golden boy → kim joonmyun (suho)/kim jongin (kai); nc-17; golden boy kim jongin always pleases his camp counselors.
a/n: uhm. it's been around six months or something
since i've written smut so i decided to practice for future
endeavors. lol.
real quick explanation of why kai's real name is used
here and suho's isn't. at my old summer camp all the
counselors had fake names and their real names were top secret.
you could only find out at the end of summer, if they'd tell
you. idk. it was a big thing when i was young okay?
so i just made camp kim (so original) the same way.
anyway i'm brain dead now so just comment because
you know you like slut!kai (who doesn't?).
(01, 02, 03)
Jongin wasn’t really sure what had led up to this, the bottom of his obnoxious yellow ‘Camp Kim’ standard T-shirt in between his teeth, partially to muffle his desperate whines and partially because Suho said he liked the sight of the fabric bunched over his tiny nipples, the tease of a smooth abdomen. Cute, he’d say, but there was nothing cute about the way his camp counselor was kneeling between his thighs, long fingers pressing into the soft skin of his little hips hard enough to bruise, tongue trailing hot along the underside of his cock.
Jongin rolled his head back with another faint mewl, fingers curling against the cool wall of plastic behind him. And fuck, they were doing this in broad daylight right behind the rock climbing wall, but he couldn’t stop this even if he wanted to.
“Hyung…” Jongin whimpered around his shirt, the fabric soaked with saliva, a little trickling down his chin where it had escaped. Cheeks flushed, eyes lidded, and cock twitching against Suho’s lips, the younger canted his hips into the counselor’s face shamelessly, spreading his trembling legs as far as the jeans caught around his knees would allow. Cum smeared across Suho’s polite smile, the same one he used when he was encouraging Jongin to make friends, and a distinct wickedness shined in his curved eyes making Jongin moan softly; he’d be punished again if he was too loud.
“Suck it, Hyung.” He said breathlessly, letting his shirt slip from his mouth as Suho stared up at him from under his lashes the way girls sometimes did when they wanted something from you; only the smirk that suddenly replaced the older boy’s smile didn’t just suggest that he wanted something. It let Jongin know he was going to get it, one way or another.
Stroking deceptively soothing fingers along the smooth, pale skin of Jongin’s quivering inner thighs, Suho pressed a wet kiss to the head of his cock before sliding his tongue up along the juncture between the youth’s thigh and hip. Jongin watched, breath hitching, as the camp counselor made his way to the soft sack of his balls, licking at them with a delighted hum that sent lust shivering through the other boy’s lithe body. His eyes nearly rolled back as Suho sucked gently at the delicate skin, a low keening noise fleeing his throat as Jongin’s hands shot down to fist into the elder’s neatly kept hair.
“Oh God, Hyung, d-don’t…I’ll-" The younger boy hissed, digging his heels into the dirt below as he tried to stave off the rush of his orgasm. A hand came around, squeezing the base of his dick before he could give in to the pleasure, and Jongin let out a sigh of both relief and disappointment as Suho went back to mouthing his balls, grip still tight on his flushed cock.
“Only if you want the whole camp to know what a little slut the golden boy is, always pleasing his favorite counselors. Does Kris know he’s not the only one yet?” Suho said with that same pleasant tone he used as he took roll in the mornings. The brunette leaned back on his heels and licked some cum off his lips, casually toying with the tip of Jongin’s bright red shaft once he was sure the other wouldn’t lose his load. Precum dribbled out of the tip, pearly and wet, making the slide of Suho’s hand down Jongin’s cock nice and slick.
The boy had considerably paled at the Kris comment so Suho didn’t push his threats any further, merely blew teasingly over Jongin’s hot, needy dick and flashed two straight rows of white teeth up at him. “It’s alright, Jongin, I’m not going to tell anyone.” Here he paused to dig his tongue into the other’s slit, catching the younger off guard and making him cry out, body jerking back against the towering rock climbing wall helplessly with pleasure. Then, smacking his lips approvingly at the taste, Suho decided he wanted Jongin’s cum filling his mouth. “That is if you be a good boy and do what I say. Are you going to be good for me?”
Jongin averted his dark, glassy eyes off to the side, the pink tinting his cheeks intensifying with embarrassment as he nodded. Suho smiled up at him like he was proud and it made Jongin’s heart twist with an odd childish want for approval and affection. “Say it for me, Jongin.”
The said boy fidgeted but nodded again, nibbling at his lips until they were red and raw. “I…I’ll be a good boy for you, Hyung…” And then a certain desperation glossed over his coy expression and he was once again twisting his hands in Suho’s hair, grinding his narrow hips wantonly in the older male’s face. “But let me come now. …Please? It…it hurts so bad now, Hyung. There’s too much.”
Suho purred low in his throat at the thought, pleased and aroused as he rubbed his thumb over the weeping tip. “I can tell. You’re so wet here…”
But in reality there could never be too much for Suho, because Jongin was an addiction he couldn’t shake.
“Hyung,” He finally whined when the elder continued to kneel idle, voice cracking as he finally hit the limit of his patience making Suho chuckle.
“Keep your promise.” The latter warned even as he took Jongin into the palm of his hand and pressed the flat of his tongue against the blushing head, slowly sucking it into his mouth. And it was impossible to be anything but exactly what Suho wanted when the elder was taking him deep, working his throat muscles around Jongin’s aching cock like a pro.
He pressed himself back into the structure behind him, biting his lower lip so hard it nearly bled; the sensation of Suho’s tongue sliding over him, teasing a sweet spot just beneath the head, had Jongin’s toes curling in his sneakers. He forced himself to watch as his hyung’s cheeks hollowed out, his pretty lips stretching around his dick’s girth, and burned the image into his mind. Every time he came in his hand, he wanted it to be to the ingrained picture of Suho on his knees, moaning around a mouthful of cock like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
Jongin’s breaths were little gasping moans now and he was shaking like a leaf because, God, it had been so long since anyone had sucked him off - Kris liked it better when he came just from having his ass filled. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold himself up with Suho swallowing down around him, making these obscene slurping noises that only served to make Jongin even needier. His jaw was slack as he arched his hips, rubbing his pelvis up into Suho’s face and earning delicious little gagging sounds from his usually calm, responsible camp counselor.
The boy gazed down at him with a slack jaw and sleep eyes, unable to help himself as he did it again just to make the elder’s throat spasm tight; Suho looked so good choking on dick.
And his face, flushed from lack of air, eyes teary from controlling his gag reflex, was what finally did Jongin in.
“Oh shit,” He exhaled as his whole body went taut, pressure building at the base of his cock. “I-I can’t. I’m going to come, I-" The boy stumbled over his words futilely as he placed a hand on the crown of Suho’s head and tried to push him away.
But Suho just took hold of either of the youth’s toned thighs and began to bob his head in smooth, practiced motions. The sensitive underside of Jongin’s cock slid rhythmically along the slick of the other’s hot tongue over and over again until he’d rubbed the ‘O’ of Suho’s mouth raw, until he let out a strangled cry and shot warm, thick cum into the back of his hyung’s throat.
Jongin could do nothing but shudder in the searing aftershocks of his orgasm as he watched Suho swallow what he could before wiping the excess white staining his bruised lips onto the pad of this thumb. Smiling his classic Suho-smile, the elder pressed his finger to the other’s full lips, tracing the tip along the seam of Jongin’s mouth until he opened up for him.
Then the boy sucked his own cum off Suho’s thumb, never breaking eye contact.
Jongin hummed quietly around the appendage in his mouth, staring up at Suho through the dark fringe of his eyelashes, waiting for permission to stop. Finally, the counselor withdrew his finger and gave the younger’s head a brotherly pat.
“Good boy. Now pull up your pants, or we’ll be late to kayaking. And you know how Kris gets when you’re late.”
a/n: uhm. it's been around six months or something
since i've written smut so i decided to practice for future
endeavors. lol.
real quick explanation of why kai's real name is used
here and suho's isn't. at my old summer camp all the
counselors had fake names and their real names were top secret.
you could only find out at the end of summer, if they'd tell
you. idk. it was a big thing when i was young okay?
so i just made camp kim (so original) the same way.
anyway i'm brain dead now so just comment because
you know you like slut!kai (who doesn't?).
(01, 02, 03)
Jongin wasn’t really sure what had led up to this, the bottom of his obnoxious yellow ‘Camp Kim’ standard T-shirt in between his teeth, partially to muffle his desperate whines and partially because Suho said he liked the sight of the fabric bunched over his tiny nipples, the tease of a smooth abdomen. Cute, he’d say, but there was nothing cute about the way his camp counselor was kneeling between his thighs, long fingers pressing into the soft skin of his little hips hard enough to bruise, tongue trailing hot along the underside of his cock.
Jongin rolled his head back with another faint mewl, fingers curling against the cool wall of plastic behind him. And fuck, they were doing this in broad daylight right behind the rock climbing wall, but he couldn’t stop this even if he wanted to.
“Hyung…” Jongin whimpered around his shirt, the fabric soaked with saliva, a little trickling down his chin where it had escaped. Cheeks flushed, eyes lidded, and cock twitching against Suho’s lips, the younger canted his hips into the counselor’s face shamelessly, spreading his trembling legs as far as the jeans caught around his knees would allow. Cum smeared across Suho’s polite smile, the same one he used when he was encouraging Jongin to make friends, and a distinct wickedness shined in his curved eyes making Jongin moan softly; he’d be punished again if he was too loud.
“Suck it, Hyung.” He said breathlessly, letting his shirt slip from his mouth as Suho stared up at him from under his lashes the way girls sometimes did when they wanted something from you; only the smirk that suddenly replaced the older boy’s smile didn’t just suggest that he wanted something. It let Jongin know he was going to get it, one way or another.
Stroking deceptively soothing fingers along the smooth, pale skin of Jongin’s quivering inner thighs, Suho pressed a wet kiss to the head of his cock before sliding his tongue up along the juncture between the youth’s thigh and hip. Jongin watched, breath hitching, as the camp counselor made his way to the soft sack of his balls, licking at them with a delighted hum that sent lust shivering through the other boy’s lithe body. His eyes nearly rolled back as Suho sucked gently at the delicate skin, a low keening noise fleeing his throat as Jongin’s hands shot down to fist into the elder’s neatly kept hair.
“Oh God, Hyung, d-don’t…I’ll-" The younger boy hissed, digging his heels into the dirt below as he tried to stave off the rush of his orgasm. A hand came around, squeezing the base of his dick before he could give in to the pleasure, and Jongin let out a sigh of both relief and disappointment as Suho went back to mouthing his balls, grip still tight on his flushed cock.
“Only if you want the whole camp to know what a little slut the golden boy is, always pleasing his favorite counselors. Does Kris know he’s not the only one yet?” Suho said with that same pleasant tone he used as he took roll in the mornings. The brunette leaned back on his heels and licked some cum off his lips, casually toying with the tip of Jongin’s bright red shaft once he was sure the other wouldn’t lose his load. Precum dribbled out of the tip, pearly and wet, making the slide of Suho’s hand down Jongin’s cock nice and slick.
The boy had considerably paled at the Kris comment so Suho didn’t push his threats any further, merely blew teasingly over Jongin’s hot, needy dick and flashed two straight rows of white teeth up at him. “It’s alright, Jongin, I’m not going to tell anyone.” Here he paused to dig his tongue into the other’s slit, catching the younger off guard and making him cry out, body jerking back against the towering rock climbing wall helplessly with pleasure. Then, smacking his lips approvingly at the taste, Suho decided he wanted Jongin’s cum filling his mouth. “That is if you be a good boy and do what I say. Are you going to be good for me?”
Jongin averted his dark, glassy eyes off to the side, the pink tinting his cheeks intensifying with embarrassment as he nodded. Suho smiled up at him like he was proud and it made Jongin’s heart twist with an odd childish want for approval and affection. “Say it for me, Jongin.”
The said boy fidgeted but nodded again, nibbling at his lips until they were red and raw. “I…I’ll be a good boy for you, Hyung…” And then a certain desperation glossed over his coy expression and he was once again twisting his hands in Suho’s hair, grinding his narrow hips wantonly in the older male’s face. “But let me come now. …Please? It…it hurts so bad now, Hyung. There’s too much.”
Suho purred low in his throat at the thought, pleased and aroused as he rubbed his thumb over the weeping tip. “I can tell. You’re so wet here…”
But in reality there could never be too much for Suho, because Jongin was an addiction he couldn’t shake.
“Hyung,” He finally whined when the elder continued to kneel idle, voice cracking as he finally hit the limit of his patience making Suho chuckle.
“Keep your promise.” The latter warned even as he took Jongin into the palm of his hand and pressed the flat of his tongue against the blushing head, slowly sucking it into his mouth. And it was impossible to be anything but exactly what Suho wanted when the elder was taking him deep, working his throat muscles around Jongin’s aching cock like a pro.
He pressed himself back into the structure behind him, biting his lower lip so hard it nearly bled; the sensation of Suho’s tongue sliding over him, teasing a sweet spot just beneath the head, had Jongin’s toes curling in his sneakers. He forced himself to watch as his hyung’s cheeks hollowed out, his pretty lips stretching around his dick’s girth, and burned the image into his mind. Every time he came in his hand, he wanted it to be to the ingrained picture of Suho on his knees, moaning around a mouthful of cock like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
Jongin’s breaths were little gasping moans now and he was shaking like a leaf because, God, it had been so long since anyone had sucked him off - Kris liked it better when he came just from having his ass filled. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold himself up with Suho swallowing down around him, making these obscene slurping noises that only served to make Jongin even needier. His jaw was slack as he arched his hips, rubbing his pelvis up into Suho’s face and earning delicious little gagging sounds from his usually calm, responsible camp counselor.
The boy gazed down at him with a slack jaw and sleep eyes, unable to help himself as he did it again just to make the elder’s throat spasm tight; Suho looked so good choking on dick.
And his face, flushed from lack of air, eyes teary from controlling his gag reflex, was what finally did Jongin in.
“Oh shit,” He exhaled as his whole body went taut, pressure building at the base of his cock. “I-I can’t. I’m going to come, I-" The boy stumbled over his words futilely as he placed a hand on the crown of Suho’s head and tried to push him away.
But Suho just took hold of either of the youth’s toned thighs and began to bob his head in smooth, practiced motions. The sensitive underside of Jongin’s cock slid rhythmically along the slick of the other’s hot tongue over and over again until he’d rubbed the ‘O’ of Suho’s mouth raw, until he let out a strangled cry and shot warm, thick cum into the back of his hyung’s throat.
Jongin could do nothing but shudder in the searing aftershocks of his orgasm as he watched Suho swallow what he could before wiping the excess white staining his bruised lips onto the pad of this thumb. Smiling his classic Suho-smile, the elder pressed his finger to the other’s full lips, tracing the tip along the seam of Jongin’s mouth until he opened up for him.
Then the boy sucked his own cum off Suho’s thumb, never breaking eye contact.
Jongin hummed quietly around the appendage in his mouth, staring up at Suho through the dark fringe of his eyelashes, waiting for permission to stop. Finally, the counselor withdrew his finger and gave the younger’s head a brotherly pat.
“Good boy. Now pull up your pants, or we’ll be late to kayaking. And you know how Kris gets when you’re late.”