[fic] 25 ($uho/Chen) PWP
Title: 25
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drabble, PWP, kinkfic
Warning(s): Daddy!$uho kink, spanking kink, abuse of real names, implied $uho/Kai or maybe even ot12
1200wc
This is a bit of an exercise in writing after reading some great writing advice by Chuck Palahniuk. Please let me know what you think? ♥
25 }
The air between them hovers, thick and heavy with so many secrets, and with it is a sweetened coolness as Jongdae gasps, the air pressed from his bitten and bruised mouth with the weight of pleasure rests - burns - against him. The hot sting of Junmyeon’s hand on his ass shakes him to his core, hips juddering downward as he desperately ruts for whatever friction he can get. It hurts, how hard he is, and unadulterated lust blinds him, dulls him, and makes him want and need things his mind can’t quite put a solid, solitary thought to.
Jongdae yearns. The way Junmyeon holds him close and strokes him; the way Junmyeon slides against him, in him, and holds him as he shakes through orgasms has become a part of him he cannot live without. Junmyeon’s kisses, his touch, his strength - every part of him tattooed into Jongdae’s flesh in scarlet scratches and garish green-purple bruises and that one faint scar right above his clavicle from their earlier days of naivete and hurried teenage lust when he had bitten too hard in his eagerness to mark Jongdae. This is the part of himself that he cherishes the most, the part of him that is Junmyeon and Jongdae: them.
“You look so pretty, baby,” Junmyeon sing-songs as the heat of his palms rub up and down Jongdae’s flanks, rubbing away the biting sting and spreading warmth. Jongdae can’t help the way his jaw clenches, the way his breath hisses between his teeth as he anticipates. He waits for the air to sing, for the rippling waves of pleasure-pain that will come from Junmyeon striking him, but instead those hands drag ripples of delight up his spine. Jongdae’s body shudders, hips jerk, and the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end just as Junmyeon’s fingernails press against his scalp.
Then he spanks him, when Jongdae is at ease and he least expects it. He gasps and stutters a garbled sound, eyes tightly shut, and his ass pulses with heat in the shape of Junmyeon’s hand.
“What was that, pretty baby?” Junmyeon quips as if Jongdae isn’t naked and bent over his lap, as if he isn’t spanking him.
“F-four.”
“Four what?” Junmyeon presses, nails digging into the curve of Jongdae’s ass right above the spreading redness.
“Four spanks, Daddy. Th-thank you for being so good to me!”
“Daddy is always good to his baby, isn’t he?” Junmyeon doesn’t expect an answer and spanks Jongdae again - “Five!” He marvels at how lovely Jongdae’s skin brightens into his favorite shade of red, not too bright but not too dull and oh so pretty.
“Please, Daddy - ah!” Jongdae’s words taper off into a moan of delight as spank number six lands just to the bottom of the last, and nails are scraping over the handprint in a way that has him near screaming.
Jongdae shifts on Junmyeon’s lap, rocking his hips to get more friction that he needs. He’s so hard it hurts, his gut tightened with impending bliss. The thing about being bent over Junmyeon’s lap - Daddy - is how the thought of it makes his body hot with anticipation and need, how he gets so excited that by the time he’s naked and crawling over Junmyeon, he’s already so hard and ready to bust, and it’s a miracle he lasts as long as he does. At this point Junmyeon knows how to manipulate his body, how hard to smack him and exactly where and when to keep Jongdae so close but not close enough.
Junmyeon has it down to a simple equation: push, pull, shove.
Seven, eight, and nine all follow in rapid succession, each one in a different place than the other and that much harder against Jongdae’s smarting ass. By number eleven, the force of Junmyeon’s hand on Jongdae’s ass has him jerking, cock twitching, but it’s at spank number seventeen when Jongdae is crying and rutting, desperate, whimpering and babbling incoherently as he begs for what Junmyeon is not quite ready to give him yet.
“Da-ddy,” Jongdae gasps, chokes, cries as Junmyeon smoothes the tenseness from his body. Hands press against his shoulders, firm as he falls forward again and struggles to breathe past his own desire trying to swallow him alive. “Please!”
“What is it, baby?” Junmyeon asks as number twenty bites at his palms with a heat that makes his blood sing.
“Please - ah, tw-twenty one! - please let me come, it hurts!” Jongdae writhes in Junmyeon’s lap, rutting against the thickness of his thigh. The skin is slick with sweat and precome and Jongdae isn’t getting the friction that he wants, which makes him frustrated and desperate as he inhales sharply.
“You’re so easy when I bend you over my knees,” Junmyeon tsks, “Jongin can at least make it to thirty before he’s crying.” Numbers twenty-two and twenty-three land on Jongdae’s ass as he spoke, his voice giving no indication away to his strain. Jongdae nearly shrieks at number twenty-four, feeling the flush of humiliation spread along his skin.
Jongdae’s skin is always beautiful when he’s so red.
“Please, please, please!” Jongdae breatheswantsneeds as he humps Junmyeon’s thighs, so close - it’s right there, and all it will take is just one little push until he tumbles forth into oblivion -
Junmyeon flexes the fingers of his hand and steadies both himself and Jongdae. He is all too aware of how close the other is, and with a firm spank over the right side of his ass, the hardest one yet, Jongdae shouts and he comes so hard he stills on Junmyeon’s lap, breathing in hot, wet gasps with eyes clenched tightly shut.
Junmyeon holds him close, hands smoothing over the ache of his ass and fingers combing through his sweat-slickened hair. “You did so good,” he praises as he pulls Jongdae up for a kiss in his post-orgasmic bliss. Jongdae’s dark eyes are clouded and half-lid as he floats on cloud nine still, his kiss indolent as Junmyeon smooths the creases from his brow.
“Thank you,” Jongdae breathes as Junmyeon’s mouth closes over his again, as their tongues glide together and make electricity spark along the surface of his skin. “Thank you so much, Daddy.”
Junmyeon laughs and leads Jongdae’s body up so that he’s crawling on the bed and able to make himself comfortable. He can barely hold his eyes open, and he moves like the well-sated sexually-blissed out man that he is, flopping down on his stomach so not to irritate the slow burn left in the wake of Junmyeon’s searing touch.
“It’s okay,” Junmyeon tells him as he notices how hard Jongdae struggles to stay conscious. “You’ve earned it, rest well, baby.”
“‘Kay,” Jongdae mumbles, and the second his eyes close he is lost to the world of dreams. Junmyeon lies with him for a while before he gets up, slowly as not to startle Jongdae back into wakefulness, and begins to prepare something to eat and some tea for when Jongdae does wake up again.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drabble, PWP, kinkfic
Warning(s): Daddy!$uho kink, spanking kink, abuse of real names, implied $uho/Kai or maybe even ot12
1200wc
This is a bit of an exercise in writing after reading some great writing advice by Chuck Palahniuk. Please let me know what you think? ♥
25 }
The air between them hovers, thick and heavy with so many secrets, and with it is a sweetened coolness as Jongdae gasps, the air pressed from his bitten and bruised mouth with the weight of pleasure rests - burns - against him. The hot sting of Junmyeon’s hand on his ass shakes him to his core, hips juddering downward as he desperately ruts for whatever friction he can get. It hurts, how hard he is, and unadulterated lust blinds him, dulls him, and makes him want and need things his mind can’t quite put a solid, solitary thought to.
Jongdae yearns. The way Junmyeon holds him close and strokes him; the way Junmyeon slides against him, in him, and holds him as he shakes through orgasms has become a part of him he cannot live without. Junmyeon’s kisses, his touch, his strength - every part of him tattooed into Jongdae’s flesh in scarlet scratches and garish green-purple bruises and that one faint scar right above his clavicle from their earlier days of naivete and hurried teenage lust when he had bitten too hard in his eagerness to mark Jongdae. This is the part of himself that he cherishes the most, the part of him that is Junmyeon and Jongdae: them.
“You look so pretty, baby,” Junmyeon sing-songs as the heat of his palms rub up and down Jongdae’s flanks, rubbing away the biting sting and spreading warmth. Jongdae can’t help the way his jaw clenches, the way his breath hisses between his teeth as he anticipates. He waits for the air to sing, for the rippling waves of pleasure-pain that will come from Junmyeon striking him, but instead those hands drag ripples of delight up his spine. Jongdae’s body shudders, hips jerk, and the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end just as Junmyeon’s fingernails press against his scalp.
Then he spanks him, when Jongdae is at ease and he least expects it. He gasps and stutters a garbled sound, eyes tightly shut, and his ass pulses with heat in the shape of Junmyeon’s hand.
“What was that, pretty baby?” Junmyeon quips as if Jongdae isn’t naked and bent over his lap, as if he isn’t spanking him.
“F-four.”
“Four what?” Junmyeon presses, nails digging into the curve of Jongdae’s ass right above the spreading redness.
“Four spanks, Daddy. Th-thank you for being so good to me!”
“Daddy is always good to his baby, isn’t he?” Junmyeon doesn’t expect an answer and spanks Jongdae again - “Five!” He marvels at how lovely Jongdae’s skin brightens into his favorite shade of red, not too bright but not too dull and oh so pretty.
“Please, Daddy - ah!” Jongdae’s words taper off into a moan of delight as spank number six lands just to the bottom of the last, and nails are scraping over the handprint in a way that has him near screaming.
Jongdae shifts on Junmyeon’s lap, rocking his hips to get more friction that he needs. He’s so hard it hurts, his gut tightened with impending bliss. The thing about being bent over Junmyeon’s lap - Daddy - is how the thought of it makes his body hot with anticipation and need, how he gets so excited that by the time he’s naked and crawling over Junmyeon, he’s already so hard and ready to bust, and it’s a miracle he lasts as long as he does. At this point Junmyeon knows how to manipulate his body, how hard to smack him and exactly where and when to keep Jongdae so close but not close enough.
Junmyeon has it down to a simple equation: push, pull, shove.
Seven, eight, and nine all follow in rapid succession, each one in a different place than the other and that much harder against Jongdae’s smarting ass. By number eleven, the force of Junmyeon’s hand on Jongdae’s ass has him jerking, cock twitching, but it’s at spank number seventeen when Jongdae is crying and rutting, desperate, whimpering and babbling incoherently as he begs for what Junmyeon is not quite ready to give him yet.
“Da-ddy,” Jongdae gasps, chokes, cries as Junmyeon smoothes the tenseness from his body. Hands press against his shoulders, firm as he falls forward again and struggles to breathe past his own desire trying to swallow him alive. “Please!”
“What is it, baby?” Junmyeon asks as number twenty bites at his palms with a heat that makes his blood sing.
“Please - ah, tw-twenty one! - please let me come, it hurts!” Jongdae writhes in Junmyeon’s lap, rutting against the thickness of his thigh. The skin is slick with sweat and precome and Jongdae isn’t getting the friction that he wants, which makes him frustrated and desperate as he inhales sharply.
“You’re so easy when I bend you over my knees,” Junmyeon tsks, “Jongin can at least make it to thirty before he’s crying.” Numbers twenty-two and twenty-three land on Jongdae’s ass as he spoke, his voice giving no indication away to his strain. Jongdae nearly shrieks at number twenty-four, feeling the flush of humiliation spread along his skin.
Jongdae’s skin is always beautiful when he’s so red.
“Please, please, please!” Jongdae breatheswantsneeds as he humps Junmyeon’s thighs, so close - it’s right there, and all it will take is just one little push until he tumbles forth into oblivion -
Junmyeon flexes the fingers of his hand and steadies both himself and Jongdae. He is all too aware of how close the other is, and with a firm spank over the right side of his ass, the hardest one yet, Jongdae shouts and he comes so hard he stills on Junmyeon’s lap, breathing in hot, wet gasps with eyes clenched tightly shut.
Junmyeon holds him close, hands smoothing over the ache of his ass and fingers combing through his sweat-slickened hair. “You did so good,” he praises as he pulls Jongdae up for a kiss in his post-orgasmic bliss. Jongdae’s dark eyes are clouded and half-lid as he floats on cloud nine still, his kiss indolent as Junmyeon smooths the creases from his brow.
“Thank you,” Jongdae breathes as Junmyeon’s mouth closes over his again, as their tongues glide together and make electricity spark along the surface of his skin. “Thank you so much, Daddy.”
Junmyeon laughs and leads Jongdae’s body up so that he’s crawling on the bed and able to make himself comfortable. He can barely hold his eyes open, and he moves like the well-sated sexually-blissed out man that he is, flopping down on his stomach so not to irritate the slow burn left in the wake of Junmyeon’s searing touch.
“It’s okay,” Junmyeon tells him as he notices how hard Jongdae struggles to stay conscious. “You’ve earned it, rest well, baby.”
“‘Kay,” Jongdae mumbles, and the second his eyes close he is lost to the world of dreams. Junmyeon lies with him for a while before he gets up, slowly as not to startle Jongdae back into wakefulness, and begins to prepare something to eat and some tea for when Jongdae does wake up again.