Beautiful, Dirty, Dirty, Rich, Rich - Oneshot
Title: Beautiful, Dirty, Rich
Pairing: Onho
Genre: Oneshot - Smut, Slave/Master
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2238
Summary: Jinki likes to be dominated -he likes it rough- and he has no problem asking his dongsaeng to help him out.
A/N: Porn. Pretty much just porn. Why do I write these things? ;~; It's funny because this was originally supposed to be Ontae, but... I couldn't do it XD So. Yeah. Love. ♥ There will probably be tons of typos in this like always, excuse me >_<
"Kiss them."
The older man looked up suddenly in surprise. Sweat tricked down his neck in a tantalizing stream, down past a tight black collar and across his bare chest. He stared directly into his dongsaeng's eyes, not breaking eye contact with the dark orbs as he knelt- frozen.
"I said," the other man began, reaching down to grab the kneeling man's chin, gripping it between his leather clothed forefinger and thumb. With his other hand, he pulled back on a thin leash, choking the latter slightly. "Kiss. Them."
The collared man braced himself against the cold ground like a kitten and eyed the black leather mounds cautiously- sending one more glance to the man above him- and darted out his tongue to meet the cold shoe. He took tentative, small licks, his pink tongue barely making contact with the supple leather. He groaned lowly and he pressed his full lips to the shoes soon after, peppering soft kisses to the top slowly- savoring the taste. The shoes were polished and cleaned, but they still had the nasty leathery smell all shoes had, making him scrunch his nose up in displeasure.
"Jinki," the other man purred. "Do you not like my shoes? I had them just cleaned, for you, darling." he smirked. "Maybe you don't think they're clean enough? Do you want to fix them for me?" he leaned back in his plush chair, getting comfortable.
"Master." Jinki whimpered, nuzzling the top of the laces up to the tongue, where the shoe ended and his master's leather jeans began. He was begging, silently, for more, for more access, more permission.
"Baby," He tucked the tip of his foot underneath Jinki's chin. "You know how much I love seeing you under me like this. All at my feet little a good little boy." he then pressed the bottom of his shoe to Jinki's lips, which the letter responded to by kissing lightly, his eyes never leaving the man's. His Master loved seeing him at his feet, and in turn, he rather quite enjoyed being there.
Jinki continued pressing butterfly kisses all around the shoe, desperate for attention from his master. He started to lick the outside surface with long, flat strokes, the cold leather feeling smooth and traction-free under his tongue. It vaguely registered how disgusting it was for him to be doing that, but the way the material felt on his mouth only served to turn him on, and the more he licked it, the better it felt- he wished for something else between his lips, something longer and hotter and full of bumps and ridges that would just feel and taste absolutely amazing against his taste buds- brain hazy with a mixture of lust and arousal.
Minho groaned from up above him, loving the sight of his elder worshiping him.
"Jinki," he called again, pulling the man up to his knees. The older man leaned into the seated man obediently, his hardened nipples rubbing against the black clothed columns that were his legs. He ran his tongue across his lips absent-mindedly- mouth running dry as he heard his name being called again without any honorifics, or respect- not that he would admit that got him off.
Minho lazily trailed his foot along the man's legs, nudging it between the man's glorious plump thighs and reveling in the strangled whimper Jinki released when the cold shoe came into contact with his throbbing heat. He keened, his breath coming out in short, breathy huffs as Minho relentlessly stroked up and down. The rubber edge of his sole rubbed against the angry red head of his penis once, only once, fitting into the slit for a moment and teasingly pulling away. Jinki felt like he was dying, heat flushing all over his body.
"You're so dirty. Look how wet you are." he tried to pull the foot away, but was stopped by the desperate squeeze of Jinki's thighs- keeping his leg in place. "And so needy." he chuckled as he jerked his foot upwards, knocking the other man's length harshly. The elder hissed in pain, releasing his grip on the foot. "Look at the mess you made on my shoes."
Jinki flushed an even deeper red, turned on even further by the sight of his shiny pre-cum slathered on the top of the shoe.
"Master," he breathed with his beautifully toned voice, leaning in closer. "Touch me please."
"What was that?" he whispered while stroking Jinki's soft hair, running his fingers gently on the crown of his head. Jinki let out a low, gravely sound close to a purr and arched up into the hand. Minho smirked, pausing his actions for a moment before roughly gripping the caramel locks out of the blue, using the leverage of the man's weight against him to haul him up higher. Jinki let out a sharp cry, one of his hands flying up to grab Minho's. "What do you want, pet?" He whispered again, his voice soft- yet Jinki could still hear all the hidden threats and dark themes lacing the words.
"M-master," Jinki looked up at him with hooded eyes. "I want you to touch me." Minho tightened his grip. "I beg you."
Minho smirked, hauling the elder up by his hair and his arm and placing him on his lap. Said man braced himself against his leather-clad dongsaeng as he was pulled further up into his lap, his rear end pressed flush against Minho's crotch. His large hands stroked down Jinki's sides; hands that held so much power and control over the whimpering may on him- the gloves creating hot friction that chaffed at his skin. It was unpleasant, slightly yes, but more than anything Jinki just wished it was Minho's actual hands that were caressing him; that were ghosting slowly down to his butt and groping softly.
"Ugnn-" The smaller man moaned, arching his back and trying to force his hips into Minho's abdomen so he could get some sort of relief, but his efforts were wasted. Minho's hand came down in a sharp slam; reddening the tender flesh and making his butt visibly jiggle. Jinki cried out in pain as the action was repeated- Minho watching the scene over the man's soft ivory shoulder. He held up his free hand to Jinki's face in a silent order, to which Jinki understood. He leaned forward and bit the tip of the glove ever so slightly so The Master could remove it easily, then spit the glove out of the way so he could suck on the man's bare fingers. Minho groaned, feeling the elder's limber muscle work around his digits; liberally coating them in saliva.
"Suck on those fingers, baby, get them nice and slick for me." To this Jinki moaned again, letting the fingers pop out with a lewd sound when Minho deemed them ready. He pulled the man's cheeks apart with the hand that was already on his ass and traced the puckering hole slightly with his wet index finger, feeling goose bumps spread across the soft skin. Jinki whined, pushing back onto the appendage, hoping to achieve some sort of breech to his inner core. Minho's finger slipped in with practiced ease from the amount that they've participated in this act, but it was still met with the hot, tight friction of the man's walls. "You're so tight, baby, just like always."
The elder groaned, wrapping his lean arms around his master's neck and bouncing slightly, trying to force the fingers in deeper and deeper with each pathetic jerk of his body. He would just have so much more leverage if only Minho would just fucking move his fingers, but no, he kept his finger still, watching in amusement as Jinki tried to fuck himself with the man's digit.
Minho teased and teased of course, keeping control of the situation, but as he added the second, drier, finger, he pushed them both far deep inside the man, stretching and scissoring as much as he could as the muscles around him contracted. Jinki whined, crying out loudly when Minho brushed a certain bundle of nerves, but did nothing to revisit that spot.
"Don't want you to get too excited," he chuckled, unzipping his pants and barely pushing them down enough for his throbbing member to pop out between he and Jinki, who had moved down on Minho's thighs to give him some space. He stroked himself once or twice, spreading his pre-cum around his head and shaft. It wasn't a good lubricant, but fuck, if they weren't doing this for the pain.
Jinki tried his best to moan when his master began to penetrate him in earnest, holding him up by the hips so he could slowly lower him downwards. He groaned, eyelashes fluttering from the searing pain, yet comfortable, familiar sensation. It filled him, the deliciously dry friction chaffing him, but just the sensation of Minho inside him again was incredible. About halfway in Minho gave up on being gentle, thrusting his hips upwards in a long, deep stroke that made his slave keen loudly.
"Bounce."
Jinki struggled with the command at first, being terribly paralyzed by the sudden pain. He dropped his head forward, still bracing himself on the other man's shoulders and weakly tried to lift his hips up, only to have gravity pull them back down. His movements were shallow and jerky at first, but his groans turned into whimpers and moans over time, and he found himself trying to get more leverage to bounce, but his trembling thighs wouldn't allow it.
"Can you not do it by yourself?" Minho teased, strong hands coming to grip his hips tightly and grind his pelvis into the man’s hole.
"M-master!" Jinki's breath hitched when Minho helped pull him off and turn him around so that he was leaning back into his chest. His ungloved fingers danced around the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs, spreading them embarrassingly wide, as if he was a trophy he was about to claim in front of the whole world. Jinki desperately grabbed behind him at the back of the chair and around the Minho as the man plowed back into his quivering hole, ferociously thrusting his hips with long, deep movements. Minho raised one of Jinki's legs higher over the armrest of the chair, making it nearly impossible for the smaller man to thrust back on the cock, but that didn't stop him from trying.
"Master! More!” he cried, head thrown back and chapped lips parted as he took each buck with vigor, wanting nothing more than to be able to impale himself further onto his Master's dick, but he had no leverage, and the intensity to which Minho was working was making him a pile of goo.
"H-harder! Ah! I-!" Minho thought his voice sounded perfect like that. Touched out, high and breathy, coming out in stuttered fragments from how hard upwards he was bouncing, each thrust slapping against his soft bottom and sending him jerking up. He saw Jinki trying to reach a hand down to grab his weeping length, but he quickly slapped it away, growling.
"You should know better than to touch yourself, slave." Jinki whimpered, expecting a punishment.
The younger boy grabbed at Jinki's neck, finding the thin leash that had been dangling from his forgotten collar the entire time. He pulled back harshly, causing the man to choke and sputter involuntarily. Minho licked his lips, admiring how beautiful Jinki looked, back arching dramatically from the forced angle of the leash and the way he was still driving into him. It was enough to push him even further over the edge, though he didn't want to finish off just yet- but he was so close, thrusts becoming erratic and sloppy.
Jinki's vision had spots in it, the edges becoming black and blurry, but god he loved it. His lungs were screaming at him, he had no control over his body, but he could feel himself getting hotter and hotter, coming closer to his completion than he's ever felt before- at it was taking his breath away, literally. One more well-aimed stroke to his prostate was all it took before he came- otherwise untouched- furiously all over his chest, muscles rippling and contracting as he fought the bond around his neck.
Minho finished right after, pressing in deep and filling him with his stick, warm seed, and releasing the grip on the leash. The elder man gasped for air, shaky and loud as he came down from his high. He still felt lightheaded, slumping against the man behind him.
They laid like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of their sex.
"Hyung," Minho muttered. Now that their game was over, it was back to normal, back to formalities. "You're really heavy like this."
"You just almost strangled me to death. Deal with it." he huffed, still breathless. Minho's arms carefully slid around his waist, leaning forward and then burying his face into the back of the man's neck.
"Sorry." he mumbled. "But..."
"I didn't say I didn't like it." he could feel Minho's smirk.
"I could tell that much."
"Can we go to sleep now, Min? I'm really, really tired." his head lolled back, shutting his eyes and finally calming himself down.
"Sure, hyung. But next time tell me if it's too rough." he said, concerned.
"Mmm." he thought for a moment, cutely pursing his lips. "I like it rough, though."
Pairing: Onho
Genre: Oneshot - Smut, Slave/Master
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2238
Summary: Jinki likes to be dominated -he likes it rough- and he has no problem asking his dongsaeng to help him out.
A/N: Porn. Pretty much just porn. Why do I write these things? ;~; It's funny because this was originally supposed to be Ontae, but... I couldn't do it XD So. Yeah. Love. ♥ There will probably be tons of typos in this like always, excuse me >_<
"Kiss them."
The older man looked up suddenly in surprise. Sweat tricked down his neck in a tantalizing stream, down past a tight black collar and across his bare chest. He stared directly into his dongsaeng's eyes, not breaking eye contact with the dark orbs as he knelt- frozen.
"I said," the other man began, reaching down to grab the kneeling man's chin, gripping it between his leather clothed forefinger and thumb. With his other hand, he pulled back on a thin leash, choking the latter slightly. "Kiss. Them."
The collared man braced himself against the cold ground like a kitten and eyed the black leather mounds cautiously- sending one more glance to the man above him- and darted out his tongue to meet the cold shoe. He took tentative, small licks, his pink tongue barely making contact with the supple leather. He groaned lowly and he pressed his full lips to the shoes soon after, peppering soft kisses to the top slowly- savoring the taste. The shoes were polished and cleaned, but they still had the nasty leathery smell all shoes had, making him scrunch his nose up in displeasure.
"Jinki," the other man purred. "Do you not like my shoes? I had them just cleaned, for you, darling." he smirked. "Maybe you don't think they're clean enough? Do you want to fix them for me?" he leaned back in his plush chair, getting comfortable.
"Master." Jinki whimpered, nuzzling the top of the laces up to the tongue, where the shoe ended and his master's leather jeans began. He was begging, silently, for more, for more access, more permission.
"Baby," He tucked the tip of his foot underneath Jinki's chin. "You know how much I love seeing you under me like this. All at my feet little a good little boy." he then pressed the bottom of his shoe to Jinki's lips, which the letter responded to by kissing lightly, his eyes never leaving the man's. His Master loved seeing him at his feet, and in turn, he rather quite enjoyed being there.
Jinki continued pressing butterfly kisses all around the shoe, desperate for attention from his master. He started to lick the outside surface with long, flat strokes, the cold leather feeling smooth and traction-free under his tongue. It vaguely registered how disgusting it was for him to be doing that, but the way the material felt on his mouth only served to turn him on, and the more he licked it, the better it felt- he wished for something else between his lips, something longer and hotter and full of bumps and ridges that would just feel and taste absolutely amazing against his taste buds- brain hazy with a mixture of lust and arousal.
Minho groaned from up above him, loving the sight of his elder worshiping him.
"Jinki," he called again, pulling the man up to his knees. The older man leaned into the seated man obediently, his hardened nipples rubbing against the black clothed columns that were his legs. He ran his tongue across his lips absent-mindedly- mouth running dry as he heard his name being called again without any honorifics, or respect- not that he would admit that got him off.
Minho lazily trailed his foot along the man's legs, nudging it between the man's glorious plump thighs and reveling in the strangled whimper Jinki released when the cold shoe came into contact with his throbbing heat. He keened, his breath coming out in short, breathy huffs as Minho relentlessly stroked up and down. The rubber edge of his sole rubbed against the angry red head of his penis once, only once, fitting into the slit for a moment and teasingly pulling away. Jinki felt like he was dying, heat flushing all over his body.
"You're so dirty. Look how wet you are." he tried to pull the foot away, but was stopped by the desperate squeeze of Jinki's thighs- keeping his leg in place. "And so needy." he chuckled as he jerked his foot upwards, knocking the other man's length harshly. The elder hissed in pain, releasing his grip on the foot. "Look at the mess you made on my shoes."
Jinki flushed an even deeper red, turned on even further by the sight of his shiny pre-cum slathered on the top of the shoe.
"Master," he breathed with his beautifully toned voice, leaning in closer. "Touch me please."
"What was that?" he whispered while stroking Jinki's soft hair, running his fingers gently on the crown of his head. Jinki let out a low, gravely sound close to a purr and arched up into the hand. Minho smirked, pausing his actions for a moment before roughly gripping the caramel locks out of the blue, using the leverage of the man's weight against him to haul him up higher. Jinki let out a sharp cry, one of his hands flying up to grab Minho's. "What do you want, pet?" He whispered again, his voice soft- yet Jinki could still hear all the hidden threats and dark themes lacing the words.
"M-master," Jinki looked up at him with hooded eyes. "I want you to touch me." Minho tightened his grip. "I beg you."
Minho smirked, hauling the elder up by his hair and his arm and placing him on his lap. Said man braced himself against his leather-clad dongsaeng as he was pulled further up into his lap, his rear end pressed flush against Minho's crotch. His large hands stroked down Jinki's sides; hands that held so much power and control over the whimpering may on him- the gloves creating hot friction that chaffed at his skin. It was unpleasant, slightly yes, but more than anything Jinki just wished it was Minho's actual hands that were caressing him; that were ghosting slowly down to his butt and groping softly.
"Ugnn-" The smaller man moaned, arching his back and trying to force his hips into Minho's abdomen so he could get some sort of relief, but his efforts were wasted. Minho's hand came down in a sharp slam; reddening the tender flesh and making his butt visibly jiggle. Jinki cried out in pain as the action was repeated- Minho watching the scene over the man's soft ivory shoulder. He held up his free hand to Jinki's face in a silent order, to which Jinki understood. He leaned forward and bit the tip of the glove ever so slightly so The Master could remove it easily, then spit the glove out of the way so he could suck on the man's bare fingers. Minho groaned, feeling the elder's limber muscle work around his digits; liberally coating them in saliva.
"Suck on those fingers, baby, get them nice and slick for me." To this Jinki moaned again, letting the fingers pop out with a lewd sound when Minho deemed them ready. He pulled the man's cheeks apart with the hand that was already on his ass and traced the puckering hole slightly with his wet index finger, feeling goose bumps spread across the soft skin. Jinki whined, pushing back onto the appendage, hoping to achieve some sort of breech to his inner core. Minho's finger slipped in with practiced ease from the amount that they've participated in this act, but it was still met with the hot, tight friction of the man's walls. "You're so tight, baby, just like always."
The elder groaned, wrapping his lean arms around his master's neck and bouncing slightly, trying to force the fingers in deeper and deeper with each pathetic jerk of his body. He would just have so much more leverage if only Minho would just fucking move his fingers, but no, he kept his finger still, watching in amusement as Jinki tried to fuck himself with the man's digit.
Minho teased and teased of course, keeping control of the situation, but as he added the second, drier, finger, he pushed them both far deep inside the man, stretching and scissoring as much as he could as the muscles around him contracted. Jinki whined, crying out loudly when Minho brushed a certain bundle of nerves, but did nothing to revisit that spot.
"Don't want you to get too excited," he chuckled, unzipping his pants and barely pushing them down enough for his throbbing member to pop out between he and Jinki, who had moved down on Minho's thighs to give him some space. He stroked himself once or twice, spreading his pre-cum around his head and shaft. It wasn't a good lubricant, but fuck, if they weren't doing this for the pain.
Jinki tried his best to moan when his master began to penetrate him in earnest, holding him up by the hips so he could slowly lower him downwards. He groaned, eyelashes fluttering from the searing pain, yet comfortable, familiar sensation. It filled him, the deliciously dry friction chaffing him, but just the sensation of Minho inside him again was incredible. About halfway in Minho gave up on being gentle, thrusting his hips upwards in a long, deep stroke that made his slave keen loudly.
"Bounce."
Jinki struggled with the command at first, being terribly paralyzed by the sudden pain. He dropped his head forward, still bracing himself on the other man's shoulders and weakly tried to lift his hips up, only to have gravity pull them back down. His movements were shallow and jerky at first, but his groans turned into whimpers and moans over time, and he found himself trying to get more leverage to bounce, but his trembling thighs wouldn't allow it.
"Can you not do it by yourself?" Minho teased, strong hands coming to grip his hips tightly and grind his pelvis into the man’s hole.
"M-master!" Jinki's breath hitched when Minho helped pull him off and turn him around so that he was leaning back into his chest. His ungloved fingers danced around the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs, spreading them embarrassingly wide, as if he was a trophy he was about to claim in front of the whole world. Jinki desperately grabbed behind him at the back of the chair and around the Minho as the man plowed back into his quivering hole, ferociously thrusting his hips with long, deep movements. Minho raised one of Jinki's legs higher over the armrest of the chair, making it nearly impossible for the smaller man to thrust back on the cock, but that didn't stop him from trying.
"Master! More!” he cried, head thrown back and chapped lips parted as he took each buck with vigor, wanting nothing more than to be able to impale himself further onto his Master's dick, but he had no leverage, and the intensity to which Minho was working was making him a pile of goo.
"H-harder! Ah! I-!" Minho thought his voice sounded perfect like that. Touched out, high and breathy, coming out in stuttered fragments from how hard upwards he was bouncing, each thrust slapping against his soft bottom and sending him jerking up. He saw Jinki trying to reach a hand down to grab his weeping length, but he quickly slapped it away, growling.
"You should know better than to touch yourself, slave." Jinki whimpered, expecting a punishment.
The younger boy grabbed at Jinki's neck, finding the thin leash that had been dangling from his forgotten collar the entire time. He pulled back harshly, causing the man to choke and sputter involuntarily. Minho licked his lips, admiring how beautiful Jinki looked, back arching dramatically from the forced angle of the leash and the way he was still driving into him. It was enough to push him even further over the edge, though he didn't want to finish off just yet- but he was so close, thrusts becoming erratic and sloppy.
Jinki's vision had spots in it, the edges becoming black and blurry, but god he loved it. His lungs were screaming at him, he had no control over his body, but he could feel himself getting hotter and hotter, coming closer to his completion than he's ever felt before- at it was taking his breath away, literally. One more well-aimed stroke to his prostate was all it took before he came- otherwise untouched- furiously all over his chest, muscles rippling and contracting as he fought the bond around his neck.
Minho finished right after, pressing in deep and filling him with his stick, warm seed, and releasing the grip on the leash. The elder man gasped for air, shaky and loud as he came down from his high. He still felt lightheaded, slumping against the man behind him.
They laid like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of their sex.
"Hyung," Minho muttered. Now that their game was over, it was back to normal, back to formalities. "You're really heavy like this."
"You just almost strangled me to death. Deal with it." he huffed, still breathless. Minho's arms carefully slid around his waist, leaning forward and then burying his face into the back of the man's neck.
"Sorry." he mumbled. "But..."
"I didn't say I didn't like it." he could feel Minho's smirk.
"I could tell that much."
"Can we go to sleep now, Min? I'm really, really tired." his head lolled back, shutting his eyes and finally calming himself down.
"Sure, hyung. But next time tell me if it's too rough." he said, concerned.
"Mmm." he thought for a moment, cutely pursing his lips. "I like it rough, though."