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gnab-nahc · 1 year ago

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A Little Jeongmin For The Soul

Jeongin suppresses the shiver of anticipation running down his spine, wracking his body with goosebumps, as he hears the front door open. He’s kept the bedroom door ajar, just the slightest bit, waiting.

Despite the chill in the air from the AC and the lack of clothing on his starkly naked body, he feels ablaze as he hears the footsteps slowly approaching the bedroom with an exhausted call of his name. Seungmin’s back from a meeting he had with their producer for the band’s upcoming EP, and Jeongin knows from Hyunjin that he and Jisung would be spending the night at Minho’s apartment, leaving Jeongin and Seungmin all alone in their place.

Jeongin can’t let the opportunity go to waste—not when he’s seen the way Seungmin looked at him a couple of days before during their fanmeet. The stylists put Jeongin in a decidedly risque outfit—ripped shorts and fishnet stockings reaching up to his mid-thighs, his oreo hair with light brown highlights permed to get a fluffy, wavy look, paired with a choker fit snugly around his neck, a metallic ring attached to the front of it. Seungmin looked at him as if he were seconds away from ravaging him, his dark eyes conveying that they wanted to bend him over the desk right then and there, their fans and members be damned, and take him.

Jeongin shudders at the memory, trailing his fingers from where they’re lazily wrapped around his cock to instead loop around the metallic ring on his choker, giving it a pull. He imagines Seungmin’s finger, tightly gripping the ring, yanking him forward by the neck while he’s folded in half and getting fucked within an inch of his life.

The door creaks open, Seungmin’s eyes droopy from the calls of slumber. Seungmin’s halfway through shucking off his jacket when he notices Jeongin—laid out on Seungmin’s bed, full skin on display, pale against the wine-red bed-sheets. Jeongin doesn’t suppress the simper from curling his lips as he parts his thighs, feet planted on the mattress, legs moving tantalizingly slow, as if opening the curtains to the main show. The stockings chafe at his bare calves, and Jeongin has to bite his lip to not make a noise. Seungmin’s frozen, tethered to his place by the open door, gawking at the sight of Jeongin’s hole dripping with the lube he used to open himself up. Seungmin trails his eyes from his legs to his leaking cock before finally stopping at his neck.

“Innie?”

He sounds so affected— as if he’s the one that’s fucked out, just from the sight of Jeongin alone, and the low, almost incredulous tone of his voice has Jeongin’s dick twitching in anticipation.

“Minnie- hyung— ” Jeongin’s voice cuts off on a low groan as he wraps a hand around his cock and starts a slow pump. He parts his legs even more, his hole clenching around nothing as he puts on a show for Seungmin.

“You’re so impatient , aren’t you baby?” Seungmin seems to have regained some of his composure, enough that he quietly clicks the door shut behind him and starts to slowly take off his clothes.

Jeongin smirks, can see the stiffness of his movements betraying how affected he is, his jaw tensed and his breaths deep as if he’s trying to calm down. Seungmin only takes off his jacket and watch, carefully keeping the accessory onto his desk before ambling his way over to Jeongin who turns his head to watch. Jeongin beams up at him, hand still stroking his cock. He tilts his head, his fluffy hair getting into his eyes and fanned out over the pillow underneath.

Seungmin kneels on bed, climbing up and closing the distance between them to situate himself between Jeongin’s thighs. He places his palms onto his thighs, the touch firm as he glides them from his knee to his hips then back down under, the calloused tips of his fingers pressing into the sensitive skin of Jeongin’s inner thighs. Jeongin hisses from the touch, arching up into it, aching for more as he flexes his thighs, knowing that Seungmin loves to feel his conditioned muscles.

“ Hyung— ” he whimpers, slightly speeding up his strokes as he tightens his fist around his cock, eyes lidded and glazed over as he pleads for Seungmin.

Seungmin clicks his tongue and reaches a hand out to grip his wrist, halting his movements before dragging his hands away from his cock. “No touching yourself, Innie.”

“But hyu— ”

“Jeongin.” Seungmin shuts down Jeongin’s whine of protest, eyes sharpening and pupils dilated, a dangerous glint in them. Jeongin tries not to grin—too easy.

It’s always way too easy to get what he wants from Seungmin. He slides his free hand up to his neck, ghosts his fingers over the leather wrapped around it. Seungmin follows the movement with a look that’s bordering on feral and Jeongin basks in the attention.

“Do you like it?” Jeongin says conversationally but he’s breathless from the way Seungmin’s fingers dig into the meat of his thighs, the other hand holding his wrist in a crushing grip. “I asked the stylists if I could take it home, just for you, Seungminnie.”

The corners of Seungmin’s lips twitch into a smirk, a little derisive, and a whole lot reverent. Seungmin thinks he’s good at pretending, at hiding how gone he is for Jeongin, but to Jeongin he’s like an open book. Seungmin leans down close, freeing Jeongin’s wrist so he can grip the back of Jeongin’s thighs and starts to lift them, pushing them up and folding Jeongin in half almost. Jeongin whimpers at the stretch, at the way his cock jumps, weeping to be touched, the way his walls clench, desperate to be filled.

Seungmin grins, wolfish, as he grinds his bulge against Jeongin’s hole, teasing and mean, and pins Jeongin with amused eyes. “Yeah? Did you wanna be collared that bad, baby? Want to feel owned, like a fucking mutt ?” He says the insults like it’s the lyrics of a love song and Jeongin keens just from the words, baring his neck and squirming in place, desperate for Seungmin to fill him.

“ Hyung–ah! ” Jeongin gasps when Seungmin dives down and bites the metallic ring on his collar and pulls, knocking the wind out of him temporarily.

Seungmin pulls back, grinning down at the way Jeongin’s eyes are glassy, lips parted and breaths ragged without even being touched. “Bad dogs, Innie-yah, get a leash on them.” Seungmin starts, voice low, heavy. Jeongin bites back the whimper threatening to escape his lips, instead swallowing thickly around the lump in his throat. “And you, ” Seungmin pauses to lean down close enough that Jeongin’s feels his hot breaths wafting over his lips, “are a really bad boy, aren’t you?”

Jeongin’s going crazy with want, the urge to just push Seungmin back and fuck himself on his cock overwhelming, yet the bigger part of him is so fucking turned on by how derisive and commanding Seungmin is and all Jeongin can do is nod— urgent and desperate and imploring. “Hy-hyung, please, I nee—”

“Hm?” Seungmin cuts him off again, raising a judgmental brow. “Do bad boys deserve to be demanding, Innie?”

Jeongin groans, the words sending heat down south. He’s so hard it hurts and if he doesn’t get Seungmin’s cock inside him in the next 5 seconds he’ll explode just from his voice. So, he does what he knows will get Seungmin to break—his lips pull into a pout, lower lip jutting out and cheeks puffing up, eyes wide and glossy, begging.

“Hyungie, I’ll be good, I promise—please hyung—!”

“Please what, Innie?” Seungmin says sharply, one of his hands leaving Jeongin’s thigh to instead reach up to his neck, his long, thick finger looping inside the metal ring. Seungmin pulls back and drinks in the sight underneath him—Jeongin flushed down to his chest, panting like a dog in heat. His calves sheathed in the stockings tight around his flesh. And he yanks Jeongin up without so much as a warning, the choker pulling Jeongin up and causing him to release a strangled noise. Seungmin brings him up till their noses brush, tilts his head and looks straight into Jeongin’s shocked eyes. “ Words, Jeongin. Tell me what exactly you want.”

Jeongin gulps, his breaths constricted by the leather around him that’s still within Seungmin’s merciless grip.

“Fuck me—I want y— need you—to fuck me, hyung, please !” he garbles out, feeling a little lightheaded from how little oxygen is reaching his brain.

Seungmin smiles, satisfied with his answer. “If you ask so nicely —”

It’s all a blur—one moment Seungmin let go of his collar and Jeongin’s flopping down onto the mattress with a gasp, the next Seungmin’s completely naked and plunging inside him, balls-deep, all at once, his cock splitting him open in a delicious stretch that punches out of Jeongin a moan so loud that it’s bordering on a scream.

The pace is punishing from the start, not a wasted movement, not a moment spared for Jeongin to get used to him inside him. Seungmin plants his arms next to Jeongin’s head, caging him in and leaning down, folding Jeongin’s knees even further . Seungmin noses the skin around his choker, snapping his hips with quick yet deep thrusts, making sure Jeongin feels every single millimeter of him inside. It doesn’t help that Seungmin knows exactly where to hit, angling his hips perfectly and grinding over his prostate with every thrust.

Jeongin’s a mess of incoherent babbles of Seungmin’s name and wanton moans, throwing his head back as he arches his back as best as he can. Seungmin nips the skin of his sensitive neck, eliciting mewls from Jeongin who’s already dangerously close to the edge. Seungmin groans from a particularly tight clench around his cock and immediately trails a hand to Jeongin’s dick and grabs his base painfully tight to stop him from cumming.

“Not yet, Innie. You have to earn it, hm?” Seungmin pants into his skin before biting down hard on the underside of his jaw. Jeongin screams out his name, his orgasm reaching a boiling point yet being unable to cum from Seungmin physically tamping it down.

“ Hy-hyung—hyung please—ah! Ah–ngh, fuck, I’ll be good, hyung, please let me come, hyung— !” Jeongin begs, tears running down his cheeks and hiccuping his words through sobs.

Seungmin bites the ring of his collar again, tugging it so that it scrapes Jeongin’s skin. Jeongin whines from the sensation, arching into it, hands flying up to Seungmin’s shoulders and clamping down on them.

Seungmin pulls back enough to shift around Jeongin’s legs, manhandling him to wrap his legs around Seungmin’s waist before bodily hauling him up and down the bed, fucking Jeongin onto his cock. Jeongin moans, body limp, hands dropping down to the mattress and fisting the sheets as he lets Seungmin fuck him like a blow-up doll. All he can do is cry and moan and plead for Seungmin to let him come, he’s so close and desperate and—

Seungmin suddenly frees Jeongin’s cock, nails digging into the fishnet around his thighs and pulling them hard enough to rip as he fucks Jeongin hard and fast. “Come for me, baby.” Seungmin breathes out, his breaths just as labored as Jeongin’s own, and Jeongin sees stars— eyes rolling to the back of his head, toes curling as his back lifts off the mattress into the shape of a bow and he cums untouched, spurting out his cock in never ending ribbons, painting his chest and stomach in sticky white. “Good boy.” Seungmin punctuates with one final snap of his hips until he’s unloading inside Jeongin, filling him up with his seed.

Jeongin whines from the overstimulation as Seungmin’s hips stutter through his orgasm, fucking his cum deep inside Jeongin, and when Jeongin looks down with bleary eyes, he thinks he sees the skin of his stomach poking out just a little, the sight making another pathetic spurt of cum trickle down his cock.

Seungmin follows his line of and when he spots the bulge, he lets slip a quiet moan, finally stopping his thrusts and palming down on the skin of Jeongin’s abdomen, right where his dick is inside him.

Jeongin whimpers, spasms around from the aftershocks of his orgasm, tears still streaming down his face until Seungmin pulls out of him. They both groan at the drag and Jeongin’s feels Seungmin’s come drip out his hole.

Seungmin shuffles closer to him, getting out from between Jeongin’s thighs to instead lie down next to him. Jeongin turns his head, watery eyes gazing up at Seungmin who’s looking at him with a soft smile. Seungmin’s propped up on an elbow, his free hand cupping Jeongin’s cheek, thumbing away his drying tears.

“Hey, baby.” Seungmin whispers, sounding just as fucked out as Jeongin feels.

Jeongin nuzzles into the touch, revels in it for a few moments with a grin of his own before his lips curve into something more wicked. “You liked the collar that much, did you?”

Seungmin’s smile drops and he lets out a miserable groan, lightly slapping Jeongin’s shoulder and jumping off the bed as Jeongin’s cackles filled the room.

He didn’t leave Jeongin like that, despite how much he probably wanted to let Jeongin suffer, and came back with a wet towel to clean him up while Jeongin ran his insufferable mouth to tease him to hell and back.

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