Connection Failed.
Title: Connection Failed.
Length: Oneshot
Rating: NC-17
WARNING!: Smut, Bondage, bukkake, & really light bdsm.
Pair: Homin.
Summary: All Changmin wants for Christmas is some good internet connection. And there are certain things Changmin does to let out his frustrations.
Therefore, no one knows exactly how powerful the “baby” of our little “family” is. Ohh Yunho, you’ll see who’s the leader tonight.
A/N: Yes, i wrote this while my internet died. :l I know how Min feels. XD
“I fucking hate our damned internet!” Changmin spits walking from his room into foreign daylight. “Couldn’t LSM hyung afford good, working, fast damned internet!?”
Changmin vents in front of four boys, stunned from his appearance. They usually never see Changmin unless it was breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Jaejoong knows Changmin shouldn’t have spent the summer over at Yoochun’s house. He’s picked up all of Yoochun’s bad internet sexing habits.
But Yoochun blames this rampage on Junsu. Damned Yunho for letting Changmin and Junsu share a room. Now all Changmin does is play online games.
Although, this isn’t nearly half as bad when the power went out for a few hours. And yet, they all sit with dumbstruck faces at the alien-being pacing back and forth ranting on how LSM lacks generosity. All Changmin wants for Christmas is some good internet.
Junsu’s quiet. He knows he should be the one calming Changmin down. But today, he doesn’t feel like getting tackled and being fucked aimlessly due to Changmin’s frustrations so he sits and waits.
Aww, such a good leader, Jaejoong coos in his mind. He watches Yunho trying to calm the baby down and assuring him that the internet should be up and running soon.
“Do you know how many girls I could be cyber sexing with right now, hyung!?” Changmin spits, obviously addicted to the world of the internet.
“Why don’t you read a book or do some studying? The internet should be back on in a couple of hours.”
“I don’t want to fucking study! I could be leveling up!” Changmin shouts suddenly referring to online games instead of girls, in hope that gaming would sound more important.
Junsu grins knowing what Yunho’s in for. No one else knew about Changmin’s odd passion for sex while he’s frustrated, except him. No one’s ever experienced it before either. Therefore, no one knows exactly how powerful the “baby” of our little “family” is. Ohh Yunho, you’ll see who’s the leader tonight.
“Come on Changmin, I’ll help you study some. Let’s forget about the internet, okay?” Yunho hushes the youngest member away from the TV so the other three could continue watching their American soap operas, in which Yoochun claims he understands thoroughly without the need of subtitles.
Yunho pushes Changmin back into his room and the door clicks shut. Changmin plops down on his chair and furiously clicking repeatedly hoping to find some source of internet connection. He fails and groans in frustration. “I fucking hate this.” He says flatly.
Immediately, he turns to Yunho who’s still making his way for Changmin’s bed and eyes him out lustfully. Changmin’s thinking of all the girls moaning his name via talk session. He’s thinking of the multiple IMs filling the screen of profanities and Nc-17 rated material. He imagines just as many picture sharing sessions eagerly waiting for acceptance. But no. All he has is Yunho.
“Come on, Changmin.” Yunho says flipping through the many college textbooks Changmin has laying around. “Finals are around the corner, aren’t they?
Junsu, on the other hand hardly interested in the show anymore, times their togetherness. Yes, about 10 minutes since the door has locked. And cue the ropes, whips and chains.
“Shut up. There’s nothing to study except…” Changmin wraps one rope around Yunho’s wrist and ties it to the bedpost. It doesn’t take long before Changmin’s got both arms down, and a shirt tied around Yunho’s mouth with the knot firmly between his teeth.
“Perfect.” Changmin smirks. Yunho’s mumbling something, but Changmin can’t hear past the mumble jumble of words produced from the cotton material, nor does he care what the older man has to say.
“Shh, baby. It won’t hurt that much.” Changmin smiles genuinely. “Ah, there you are.” He brings out his black, leathery whip and whips is across Yunho’s stomach. A soft whimper protrudes between the material.
Continuous slapping across Yunho’s stomach and aside his hips cause a single tear to fall from the corner of his eye. The shiny, wet area catches Changmin’s attention. “Love it.” he demands.
Moans of protest come from Yunho. “Fine, no more whips, but you’re going to pay.” Changmin throws aside his little toy. Instead, he brings out another favorite. “Hi Vibe.” He strokes his black vibrator, giving it a teasing lick from base to tip.
Changmin puts the vibrator aside and picks up a pair of scissors. “Stay still, darling” he whispers as he straddles Yunho around the waist. He lazily runs the metal scissors atop Yunho’s shirt, circling his nipples and working his way down to the bottom.
Snippet by snippet, Changmin slowly cuts the loose material off of Yunho perfectly in the middle. He doesn’t forget to let the cool metal run against Yunho’s scorching body. Changmin slowly rocks his hips, pressing dangerously against Yunho’s lower end as he finishes freeing Yunho’s upper body. He runs the scissors against Yunho’s neck before placing it on his night stand.
“You wanted to calm me down? Such a good leader, are we?” Changmin smirks, fire burning in his eyes. “We’ll see how good you really are.” He lowers his body, kissing Yunho’s neck, biting, sucking for more. He leaves a trail of saliva running neatly over each pert nipple and down to his navel stopping before his jeans.
Changmin smiles. He nibbles and rubs against Yunho’s slight bulge and peels Yunho’s zipper down with his mouth and eventually slides off Yunho’s bottom completely. Circling his tongue over the tip of his exposed cock and down his shaft, Yunho’s mentally cursing himself for naturally reacting to such sexual temptations.
With one hand across Yunho’s stomach, Changmin consistently takes in more and more with each bob of the head. He could feel Yunho getting close to his climax and stilled his movements.
More groans of protest come from Yunho. “Hmm, someone’s enjoying this more than I.” Changmin grabs for his bottle of lube and slicks it over his fingers and spreads it over the neglected dildo. Without giving Yunho much warning, a single finger slips between his butt. Then comes another, and another. Three fingers working, pushing. “Relax.” Changmin demands feeling Yunho trying to push him away. Yunho still refuses.
“Fuck. Work with me.” He retorts. He gives up being nice, and pushes his black toy deep inside of Yunho. It’s stronger, longer and wider than his fingers will ever be. More groans come from above. “I don’t want to hear it. You disobeyed, leader-sshi.”
Changmin kneels between Yunho’s spread legs. One hand lays across Yunho’s welted stomach, and the other massage his balls, slowly, tenderly.
Changmin licks and sucks the half hard cock to life. Standing at full attention, pre-cum leaking, dripping down Yunho’s shaft. He catches every drop with his tongue. Savoring it.
“Will you obey?” Changmin just above whispers. Yunho desperately nodding in agreement causing Changmin to smile. “Good. But first…” He turns the vibrator on a higher setting. The humming a little louder than before startles Yunho a bit.
“Moan for me.” Changmin says as he unties the knot from Yunho’s mouth. He presses his lips hard against Yunho’s in attempt to soothe the pain he’s caused there. Tongues mingling for a short while, “I’m warning you…”
Changmin works his way down Yunho’s body and carelessly takes his cock into his mouth. He hollows his cheeks and makes absurd sucking noises that echo through his room.
Small whimpers ooze from Yunho’s lips; it’s music to Changmin’s ears. He traces a pulsing vein from the base to the tip of his weeping cock. Enveloping his lips tightly around it and making his way back down, allowing Yunho’s cock to hit the back of his throat.
“Fuck.” Yunho curses as he shoots his bearing load deep into Changmin’s throat. Some cum trailing down the side of his mouth. But Yunho doesn’t care, he secretly thinks Changmin looks sexy like that.
“I didn’t tell you to orgasm, now did I?” Changmin firmly pulls out the black vibrator causing a slight moan from Yunho.
“N-no.” He stutters, out of breath.
“Do you know what happens now?” Changmin gets up off his knees and strips himself of his clothes. Yunho watches as Changmin peels off his shirt, and lets his cock spring from his jeans which were obviously too tight to begin with. “Well? Do you know?”
Yunho’s words are caught in his throat. He shakes his head, no, instead. “Well…” Changmin slicks his cock with lubricant. “You deserve punishment, yes?” He rams his cock, buried deep within him.
A cry of pain and shock erupt from Yunho’s mouth, clenching his fists, and toes curling into the mattress. Changmin has no sympathy and starts at a rough pace.
When it seems it’s practically impossible to speed up or thrust any harder Changmin proves him wrong. Each thrust rubbing against his prostate. Great, I’m fucking hard again, Yunho curses. And at once, everything stills.
“I want you to stroke yourself.” Changmin mumbles as he reaches and unties Yunho’s hands from his bedpost. Yunho rubs his wrists before getting another scolding from Changmin, “I said stroke. Now.”
Without further a due, Yunho’s pumping his cock in time with Changmin’s thrusts. “I’m…close.” Yunho mumbles. And Changmin thrusts himself in Yunho a few more times which doesn’t help Yunho at all. Before he knew it, Yunho was reaching his climax.
Mewls of “Oh god” and “Fuck” spill from Yunho’s mouth. He orgasms in multiple spurts across his stomach and chest. He’s never felt this fucking good since…God knows when.
Changmin’s not too far behind. He immediately pulls out and sits on Yunho’s chest pumping himself over the edge. “Ahh fuck. Open your mouth.” Changmin demands and he shoots his load almost perfectly in Yunho’s mouth, tongue hanging. Some spurts leave a trail down Yunho’s cheek.
“Ungh.” Yunho breathes air hot on Changmin’s cock. He licks his lips, cum has never tasted so good. He can’t even remember the last time he’s had sex, boy or girl. Changmin’s cum was hot on his tongue. It tastes like sinful candy on Halloween.
“Mmm.” Yunho licks his lips for more before taking in Changmin’s cock, sucking the life out of it.
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Junsu’s listening from the next room over. Fuck, he thinks, maybe I should’ve helped him today. Regretting his decision, he rubs his obvious bulge through his jeans by his lonesome.
He hears the door open and Yunho walks out, probably to the bathroom. Hmm, Junsu thinks. He picks himself off the bed and walks over to the cable box.
This should do the trick.
The house blackens, not a single light or source of power - no, not even the internet works. And then it comes, a shrieking “AHHHHH!!!” echoes through the house from Changmin’s room.
Junsu smirks, penis utterly excited. “My turn.”
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IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE GOLDEN DISK PERFORMANCES I SUGGEST YOU WATCH IT! :3
&& Happy belated birthday, Minho [shinee].
Length: Oneshot
Rating: NC-17
WARNING!: Smut, Bondage, bukkake, & really light bdsm.
Pair: Homin.
Summary: All Changmin wants for Christmas is some good internet connection. And there are certain things Changmin does to let out his frustrations.
Therefore, no one knows exactly how powerful the “baby” of our little “family” is. Ohh Yunho, you’ll see who’s the leader tonight.
A/N: Yes, i wrote this while my internet died. :l I know how Min feels. XD
“I fucking hate our damned internet!” Changmin spits walking from his room into foreign daylight. “Couldn’t LSM hyung afford good, working, fast damned internet!?”
Changmin vents in front of four boys, stunned from his appearance. They usually never see Changmin unless it was breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Jaejoong knows Changmin shouldn’t have spent the summer over at Yoochun’s house. He’s picked up all of Yoochun’s bad internet sexing habits.
But Yoochun blames this rampage on Junsu. Damned Yunho for letting Changmin and Junsu share a room. Now all Changmin does is play online games.
Although, this isn’t nearly half as bad when the power went out for a few hours. And yet, they all sit with dumbstruck faces at the alien-being pacing back and forth ranting on how LSM lacks generosity. All Changmin wants for Christmas is some good internet.
Junsu’s quiet. He knows he should be the one calming Changmin down. But today, he doesn’t feel like getting tackled and being fucked aimlessly due to Changmin’s frustrations so he sits and waits.
Aww, such a good leader, Jaejoong coos in his mind. He watches Yunho trying to calm the baby down and assuring him that the internet should be up and running soon.
“Do you know how many girls I could be cyber sexing with right now, hyung!?” Changmin spits, obviously addicted to the world of the internet.
“Why don’t you read a book or do some studying? The internet should be back on in a couple of hours.”
“I don’t want to fucking study! I could be leveling up!” Changmin shouts suddenly referring to online games instead of girls, in hope that gaming would sound more important.
Junsu grins knowing what Yunho’s in for. No one else knew about Changmin’s odd passion for sex while he’s frustrated, except him. No one’s ever experienced it before either. Therefore, no one knows exactly how powerful the “baby” of our little “family” is. Ohh Yunho, you’ll see who’s the leader tonight.
“Come on Changmin, I’ll help you study some. Let’s forget about the internet, okay?” Yunho hushes the youngest member away from the TV so the other three could continue watching their American soap operas, in which Yoochun claims he understands thoroughly without the need of subtitles.
Yunho pushes Changmin back into his room and the door clicks shut. Changmin plops down on his chair and furiously clicking repeatedly hoping to find some source of internet connection. He fails and groans in frustration. “I fucking hate this.” He says flatly.
Immediately, he turns to Yunho who’s still making his way for Changmin’s bed and eyes him out lustfully. Changmin’s thinking of all the girls moaning his name via talk session. He’s thinking of the multiple IMs filling the screen of profanities and Nc-17 rated material. He imagines just as many picture sharing sessions eagerly waiting for acceptance. But no. All he has is Yunho.
“Come on, Changmin.” Yunho says flipping through the many college textbooks Changmin has laying around. “Finals are around the corner, aren’t they?
Junsu, on the other hand hardly interested in the show anymore, times their togetherness. Yes, about 10 minutes since the door has locked. And cue the ropes, whips and chains.
“Shut up. There’s nothing to study except…” Changmin wraps one rope around Yunho’s wrist and ties it to the bedpost. It doesn’t take long before Changmin’s got both arms down, and a shirt tied around Yunho’s mouth with the knot firmly between his teeth.
“Perfect.” Changmin smirks. Yunho’s mumbling something, but Changmin can’t hear past the mumble jumble of words produced from the cotton material, nor does he care what the older man has to say.
“Shh, baby. It won’t hurt that much.” Changmin smiles genuinely. “Ah, there you are.” He brings out his black, leathery whip and whips is across Yunho’s stomach. A soft whimper protrudes between the material.
Continuous slapping across Yunho’s stomach and aside his hips cause a single tear to fall from the corner of his eye. The shiny, wet area catches Changmin’s attention. “Love it.” he demands.
Moans of protest come from Yunho. “Fine, no more whips, but you’re going to pay.” Changmin throws aside his little toy. Instead, he brings out another favorite. “Hi Vibe.” He strokes his black vibrator, giving it a teasing lick from base to tip.
Changmin puts the vibrator aside and picks up a pair of scissors. “Stay still, darling” he whispers as he straddles Yunho around the waist. He lazily runs the metal scissors atop Yunho’s shirt, circling his nipples and working his way down to the bottom.
Snippet by snippet, Changmin slowly cuts the loose material off of Yunho perfectly in the middle. He doesn’t forget to let the cool metal run against Yunho’s scorching body. Changmin slowly rocks his hips, pressing dangerously against Yunho’s lower end as he finishes freeing Yunho’s upper body. He runs the scissors against Yunho’s neck before placing it on his night stand.
“You wanted to calm me down? Such a good leader, are we?” Changmin smirks, fire burning in his eyes. “We’ll see how good you really are.” He lowers his body, kissing Yunho’s neck, biting, sucking for more. He leaves a trail of saliva running neatly over each pert nipple and down to his navel stopping before his jeans.
Changmin smiles. He nibbles and rubs against Yunho’s slight bulge and peels Yunho’s zipper down with his mouth and eventually slides off Yunho’s bottom completely. Circling his tongue over the tip of his exposed cock and down his shaft, Yunho’s mentally cursing himself for naturally reacting to such sexual temptations.
With one hand across Yunho’s stomach, Changmin consistently takes in more and more with each bob of the head. He could feel Yunho getting close to his climax and stilled his movements.
More groans of protest come from Yunho. “Hmm, someone’s enjoying this more than I.” Changmin grabs for his bottle of lube and slicks it over his fingers and spreads it over the neglected dildo. Without giving Yunho much warning, a single finger slips between his butt. Then comes another, and another. Three fingers working, pushing. “Relax.” Changmin demands feeling Yunho trying to push him away. Yunho still refuses.
“Fuck. Work with me.” He retorts. He gives up being nice, and pushes his black toy deep inside of Yunho. It’s stronger, longer and wider than his fingers will ever be. More groans come from above. “I don’t want to hear it. You disobeyed, leader-sshi.”
Changmin kneels between Yunho’s spread legs. One hand lays across Yunho’s welted stomach, and the other massage his balls, slowly, tenderly.
Changmin licks and sucks the half hard cock to life. Standing at full attention, pre-cum leaking, dripping down Yunho’s shaft. He catches every drop with his tongue. Savoring it.
“Will you obey?” Changmin just above whispers. Yunho desperately nodding in agreement causing Changmin to smile. “Good. But first…” He turns the vibrator on a higher setting. The humming a little louder than before startles Yunho a bit.
“Moan for me.” Changmin says as he unties the knot from Yunho’s mouth. He presses his lips hard against Yunho’s in attempt to soothe the pain he’s caused there. Tongues mingling for a short while, “I’m warning you…”
Changmin works his way down Yunho’s body and carelessly takes his cock into his mouth. He hollows his cheeks and makes absurd sucking noises that echo through his room.
Small whimpers ooze from Yunho’s lips; it’s music to Changmin’s ears. He traces a pulsing vein from the base to the tip of his weeping cock. Enveloping his lips tightly around it and making his way back down, allowing Yunho’s cock to hit the back of his throat.
“Fuck.” Yunho curses as he shoots his bearing load deep into Changmin’s throat. Some cum trailing down the side of his mouth. But Yunho doesn’t care, he secretly thinks Changmin looks sexy like that.
“I didn’t tell you to orgasm, now did I?” Changmin firmly pulls out the black vibrator causing a slight moan from Yunho.
“N-no.” He stutters, out of breath.
“Do you know what happens now?” Changmin gets up off his knees and strips himself of his clothes. Yunho watches as Changmin peels off his shirt, and lets his cock spring from his jeans which were obviously too tight to begin with. “Well? Do you know?”
Yunho’s words are caught in his throat. He shakes his head, no, instead. “Well…” Changmin slicks his cock with lubricant. “You deserve punishment, yes?” He rams his cock, buried deep within him.
A cry of pain and shock erupt from Yunho’s mouth, clenching his fists, and toes curling into the mattress. Changmin has no sympathy and starts at a rough pace.
When it seems it’s practically impossible to speed up or thrust any harder Changmin proves him wrong. Each thrust rubbing against his prostate. Great, I’m fucking hard again, Yunho curses. And at once, everything stills.
“I want you to stroke yourself.” Changmin mumbles as he reaches and unties Yunho’s hands from his bedpost. Yunho rubs his wrists before getting another scolding from Changmin, “I said stroke. Now.”
Without further a due, Yunho’s pumping his cock in time with Changmin’s thrusts. “I’m…close.” Yunho mumbles. And Changmin thrusts himself in Yunho a few more times which doesn’t help Yunho at all. Before he knew it, Yunho was reaching his climax.
Mewls of “Oh god” and “Fuck” spill from Yunho’s mouth. He orgasms in multiple spurts across his stomach and chest. He’s never felt this fucking good since…God knows when.
Changmin’s not too far behind. He immediately pulls out and sits on Yunho’s chest pumping himself over the edge. “Ahh fuck. Open your mouth.” Changmin demands and he shoots his load almost perfectly in Yunho’s mouth, tongue hanging. Some spurts leave a trail down Yunho’s cheek.
“Ungh.” Yunho breathes air hot on Changmin’s cock. He licks his lips, cum has never tasted so good. He can’t even remember the last time he’s had sex, boy or girl. Changmin’s cum was hot on his tongue. It tastes like sinful candy on Halloween.
“Mmm.” Yunho licks his lips for more before taking in Changmin’s cock, sucking the life out of it.
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Junsu’s listening from the next room over. Fuck, he thinks, maybe I should’ve helped him today. Regretting his decision, he rubs his obvious bulge through his jeans by his lonesome.
He hears the door open and Yunho walks out, probably to the bathroom. Hmm, Junsu thinks. He picks himself off the bed and walks over to the cable box.
This should do the trick.
The house blackens, not a single light or source of power - no, not even the internet works. And then it comes, a shrieking “AHHHHH!!!” echoes through the house from Changmin’s room.
Junsu smirks, penis utterly excited. “My turn.”
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IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE GOLDEN DISK PERFORMANCES I SUGGEST YOU WATCH IT! :3
&& Happy belated birthday, Minho [shinee].