Punishment
Title: Punishment
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Chansung doesn't like the way Junho looks at girls so he decides to punish him but it turns out to be more of a serious issue than he had planned.
NOTE: >_> I mistreat my bias... I had to Danny........
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
“Ah Chansung...” Junho moaned, arching his back off the bed as the said boy pumped his cock. Chansung nipped at his jaw as he moved his hand, sending tingles throughout the small boy's body. He gripped the pillow behind his head as he felt the skin around his length tighten.
“Are you going to cum soon Junho?”
“Y-yes...”
Pleasure drowned out Junho's senses as his release was building. He brought his hips off the bed, ready to cum when something tight snapped around the base of his cock. Junho yelped, opening his eyes immediately.
“W-what the hell?!”
He looked down to see a white band around his shaft, tight and clamped. His eyes widened and as he went to touch it, Chansung slapped his hand, “No, this is punishment.”
“P-punishment? For what?”
“I saw you with Hyori noona yesterday.”
Junho's face fell, “That was nothing! I didn't do anything!”
“Mm,” the tall boy frowned. He got up off the bed, about to leave when Junho grabbed his wrist.
“W-wait, you aren't just going to leave me like this, are you? Take this thing off, let me cum.”
“No, like I said, this is punishment.”
“But Chansung-” Junho groaned as he sat up, feeling the ring tighten around his cock. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, “Chansung, it hurts, I want to cum.”
“You have to wait.”
His jaw dropped at the tall boy left and closed the door. Junho heard their manager shouting and he quickly got dressed, wincing as the rough material of his underwear rubbed against his sensitive shaft. He slipped on the tightest pair and plopped down on the couch next to Wooyoung.
“Hey... Are you alright, you look like you're in pain?”
“F-fine...”
Junho ignored the worried looks coming from the older boy as their manager walked around, explaining their schedule. When he was finished, Junho jumped up and raced over to Chansung.
“Please, pleaaase take this off. I can't wear it today. W-when we get back I'll wear it. I can't wear this during a photoshoot.”
“That's too bad Junho. Oh, and if you take it off, I'll never sleep with you again.”
Junho's eyes widened as he watched the younger boy walk away. When the relationship started, Junho was the one who said that he was only in it for the love, not the sex but then when Chansung had showed him how good it felt, he never turned back. He was trapped now.
“B-but Chansung!” he hissed. “I only talked to Hyori noona! That's all!”
“I saw the way you looked at her Junho,” Chansung growled, “I know what it means because you've looked at me like that too, while we had sex.”
Junho bit his lip, knowing he couldn't lie. His mind raced as he tried to think of something quick when the other members started to gather at the door, “That's not fair! She was my crush before we were together! What would you have done?”
The tall boy looked down, letting the question filter through his mind. At the moment he didn't have a female crush and the only person in his heart was Junho, “I don't know.”
“You don't know?”
“No, I don't.”
“Then how can you judge me? Please Chansung!”
Chansung shrugged the older boy off and put his shoes on. He heard Junho whimpering behind him but he ignored it.
Junho gnawed on his lip, making it swell as he sat in the backseat on the van, squished between the armrest and Nichkhun. He tried to keep calmed, breathing in and out slowly so that he wouldn't aggravate his hard-on. Panic struck him as he wondered how he'd make it through the photoshoot with his throbbing cock. He couldn't get rid of it by releasing but there had to be other ways. ,'Ice!' Junho thought, 'I'll ask for some ice!'
He hopped out of the van, pausing for a moment as his excitement got the better of him. He felt the ring tighten and he gasped, too distracted to notice Chansung glance back him.
“You going to be alright?” Taecyeon slapped his back, startling him.
“Y-yeah.”
Junho slowly followed after the rest of his members, seeing them all split off into different directions after they entered the building. He quickly walked up to one of the staff members and quietly begged for a small bag of ice.
“Thank you,” he smiled. He sat down, dropping the bag into his lap and immediately wincing. He felt the cold through his pants and it made him tense as it tickled his cock. The action didn't go unnoticed by Namyoung as the older man approached Junho.
“Are you okay?”
Junho bit his lip, looking at the dance instructor. “I-I... I think I pulled a groin muscle,” he lied.
“Might if I check it out?”
It wasn't much of a question as it was a statement as Namyoung began massaging the small boy's thigh, starting midway up before getting to the crease of his leg. He knew the older man wasn't stupid and his breathing quickened as he got close to his crotch. His eyes widened as Namyoung looked up at him.
“The ice isn't for your groin muscle, is it..?”
“W-well... It's for my groin,” Junho yelped softly.
“Go take care of it,” the older man said, about to walk away when Junho's voice stopped him.
“I can't.”
“Why not?”
Junho looked down at the ground, his cheek glowing with bright red, “It's a ring...”
Namyoung raised a brow, getting back on his knees so that he could look at the small boy's face, “You don't mean a cockring, do you?” The clenching of Junho's teeth gave him his answer, “I don't know why you'd be wearing one Junho, and frankly, I'd rather not find out but why did you decide to wear it today?”
“I-I don't know.”
Junho's heart drummed against his chest. There was no way that he could tell the older man who had given him the ring and why. There would be so much more trouble to deal with than a raging hard-on.
“Shouldn't you go take it off now?”
“I... Can't.”
Namyoung sighed, “Can't or won't?” he rubbed his head, “Don't keep it on for too long Junho, it's not healthy... Don't make me worry, okay?”
The small boy nodded and sighed in relief as the older male finally left. After fifteen minutes, Junho's dick finally softened and he was able to get up and move around. The bag of ice was now water and his lap was numb. It came in perfect time as the photoshoot started up. Junho moved around comfortably, smiling at the camera and not sensing a pair of glaring eyes. An hour after the first round of shooting, they took a break and Junho was quickly pulled into a closet.
“W-what? Chansung?”
“I saw you talking to hyung. What did you say?”
“I-I told him that I pulled a groin muscle.”
“That wasn't all you told him, was it?”
“I didn't tell him who gave me the ring, I swear! He told me to take it off so Chansung please! Let me take it off!” Junho squeaked as the tall boy palmed his crotch, awakening his erection, “N-no... Please.”
Chansung closed his eyes, trying to block of the desperate pleas coming from the small boy. He was starting to enjoy them too much and he wondered if this ring was bringing out a new side to him. He felt Junho's fingers dig into his arm as he stroked the small boy's cock. Whimpers and moans filled the tiny closet and Chansung felt his hips jerk.
“Please... Fuck Chansung, please just take it off... It hurts.”
He put his hand over the older boy's mouth, blocking out his voice. Chansung was fighting the urge to throw the small boy against the wall and fuck him hard but he didn't have time. If he started, he'd need the whole night to finish with Junho crying out constantly. His hand felt wet against Junho's mouth as the small boy panted. He pulled both hands away, looking down at the flushed and trembling boy.
“Don't use any means to get rid of that. You'll have it until we get home, understand?”
Junho nodded slowly, feeling his body twitch slightly. He left the closet soon after Chansung, making sure his cheeks weren't bright red and his breathing was finally calm. To his surprise, he found that his usual unenthusiastic posing came to an advantage that day. He moved ever so slightly as the camera flashed and no one noticed any different. Junho narrowed his eyes at the camera, feeling the pose to be too uncomfortable as his tight pants pressed into his cock. “Fuck,” the word slipped from his lips, hanging over Nichkhun's head as the older boy looked up with a brow arched.
He could see the tense look on Junho's face and he reached back, touching his thigh gently. The small boy grunted, bucking his hips and closing his eyes tight. “Uh Junho,” Nichkhun whispered, “Do you need some help?”
“No...” the younger boy panting, pushing himself up from Nichkhun's shoulders.
Junho blinked, seeing his vision blur a bit before opening his eyes wide. The photoshoot had just ended and everyone was bowing and thanking the crew. He felt Taecyeon's arm around his waist, helping to guide him to the change room.
“You're swaying...”
The small boy clasped his hand over Taecyeon's, letting the other boy take him into the room and plop him down onto a chair.
“Aaah so tired,” Junsu complained, rubbing his eyes. He didn't care that he was smudging his makeup because the next stop was home and what did he need makeup there for.
Junho didn't remember stripping or even getting in the van next to Taecyeon as his mind faded in and out. He fell asleep during the ride before he felt the older boy shake him to wake him up. As he got out of the van, he tumbled to the ground.
“Jesus Junho,” Taecyeon was already on his knees, picking up the smaller boy. “What's wrong with you today?” He carried Junho up the small set of steps, being greeted at the door by Chansung.
“What's the matter?”
“He just collapsed.”
Chansung's eyes widened as he quickly took the older boy from Taecyeon, “I'll take him of him.”
“Do you need help?”
“No! I can handle it!”
The maknae quickly but gently set Junho down on his bed before closing and locking the door. He stripped the small boy of his pants, gasping as he noticed the purple and red coloured skin that covered Junho's cock.
“Oh my god... Oh my god Junho...”
“P-please Chansung,” the small boy panted, “It hurt so much. I'm sorry that I hurt you... Please take it off.” A tear rolled down Junho's cheek and the taller boy choked.
“I-I'll get it off right away.” He pinched the edge of the ring and his eyes widened. Junho's length was too swollen to easily remove it. He got up quickly, searching the room and turning it into a mess.
“W-what are you looking for?” Junho whispered.
“Scissors.”
“I don't have any in here...” The older boy put his arm over his eyes, trying to hide his tears. The pain was getting to him now that he was awake and he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't notice that Chansung had left the room until the door opened and he quickly turned his hand, sighing in relief as he saw the maknae close and lock it again. He closed his eyes tight, gasping as he felt the cold blade of the scissors against his skin. “W-what are you doing?!”
“Shh, I'm cutting the ring off. Don't move around.”
“Don't cut off my dick Chansung.”
“I won't... Stop moving.” Chansung quickly cut the torturous ring off but didn't gain any reaction from Junho. He bit his lip before sliding his hand down the swollen shaft, making the older boy buck his hips.
“A-ah! Chansung stop! It hurts.”
“I bet it does but you have to cum... It's the only way you'll feel better.”
“N-no Chansung... Please,” Junho cried, his hands finding the taller boy's to make him stop.
“I'm sorry,” Chansung whispered, kissing the older boy's tears, “I'm so sorry. Just a little bit longer.” He tried to pump Junho as gently as he could as well as trying to get him to feel pleasure so that he would reach his release. The small boy was whimpering and his breath hitched from his cries. Chansung continued to whisper apologies as he now felt that he had too much to be sorry for. He gave the tip a few extra tight pumps and Junho suddenly cried out.
He felt the warmth on his hand as the small boy came, never ending ribbons of white cum spilt onto Junho's stomach and Chansung bit his lip, seeing how much the older boy had to hold back. He pumped Junho's cock slowly, milking him for every last drop as a normal colour flooded back to his length. Chansung kissed the small boy's cheek, trying to relax him before Junho's voice caught in his throat.
“Shh, don't say anything. Just rest.”
Chansung got up, wiping off his hand and the older boy's stomach with tissues. He quietly exited the room before coming back and Junho had shifted slightly.
The small boy's breath hitched again, his sobbing finally calm as his tears dried on his cheeks. He felt the bed dip before something warm and soothing wrapped around his shaft. Junho opened his eyes, watching the tall boy cover him with a warm towel. His eyes met Chansung's as the younger boy looked at him nervously. He saw him swallow before his lips parted.
“I'm so sorry.” Chansung caressed the small boy's cheek. “I didn't know... I didn't mean to take it this far.”
Junho breathed in deeply, “I know,” he whispered.
The tall boy got down on his knees at the side of his bed, taking his hand in his own and pressing it to his forehead, “I'll understand if you don't forgive me.”
Junho smiled, wiggling his fingers, “Like I could ever stay mad at you... I know you didn't do it on purpose. Just don't... Do anything like that again.” He sighed, “I promise not to look at anyone the way I look at you.”
Chansung laughed, trying to cover up his tears before crawling onto the bed next to the older boy. Junho cuddled into his chest, pressing against his tightly. “I promise never to hurt you.. Again.”
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Chansung doesn't like the way Junho looks at girls so he decides to punish him but it turns out to be more of a serious issue than he had planned.
NOTE: >_> I mistreat my bias... I had to Danny........
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
“Ah Chansung...” Junho moaned, arching his back off the bed as the said boy pumped his cock. Chansung nipped at his jaw as he moved his hand, sending tingles throughout the small boy's body. He gripped the pillow behind his head as he felt the skin around his length tighten.
“Are you going to cum soon Junho?”
“Y-yes...”
Pleasure drowned out Junho's senses as his release was building. He brought his hips off the bed, ready to cum when something tight snapped around the base of his cock. Junho yelped, opening his eyes immediately.
“W-what the hell?!”
He looked down to see a white band around his shaft, tight and clamped. His eyes widened and as he went to touch it, Chansung slapped his hand, “No, this is punishment.”
“P-punishment? For what?”
“I saw you with Hyori noona yesterday.”
Junho's face fell, “That was nothing! I didn't do anything!”
“Mm,” the tall boy frowned. He got up off the bed, about to leave when Junho grabbed his wrist.
“W-wait, you aren't just going to leave me like this, are you? Take this thing off, let me cum.”
“No, like I said, this is punishment.”
“But Chansung-” Junho groaned as he sat up, feeling the ring tighten around his cock. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, “Chansung, it hurts, I want to cum.”
“You have to wait.”
His jaw dropped at the tall boy left and closed the door. Junho heard their manager shouting and he quickly got dressed, wincing as the rough material of his underwear rubbed against his sensitive shaft. He slipped on the tightest pair and plopped down on the couch next to Wooyoung.
“Hey... Are you alright, you look like you're in pain?”
“F-fine...”
Junho ignored the worried looks coming from the older boy as their manager walked around, explaining their schedule. When he was finished, Junho jumped up and raced over to Chansung.
“Please, pleaaase take this off. I can't wear it today. W-when we get back I'll wear it. I can't wear this during a photoshoot.”
“That's too bad Junho. Oh, and if you take it off, I'll never sleep with you again.”
Junho's eyes widened as he watched the younger boy walk away. When the relationship started, Junho was the one who said that he was only in it for the love, not the sex but then when Chansung had showed him how good it felt, he never turned back. He was trapped now.
“B-but Chansung!” he hissed. “I only talked to Hyori noona! That's all!”
“I saw the way you looked at her Junho,” Chansung growled, “I know what it means because you've looked at me like that too, while we had sex.”
Junho bit his lip, knowing he couldn't lie. His mind raced as he tried to think of something quick when the other members started to gather at the door, “That's not fair! She was my crush before we were together! What would you have done?”
The tall boy looked down, letting the question filter through his mind. At the moment he didn't have a female crush and the only person in his heart was Junho, “I don't know.”
“You don't know?”
“No, I don't.”
“Then how can you judge me? Please Chansung!”
Chansung shrugged the older boy off and put his shoes on. He heard Junho whimpering behind him but he ignored it.
Junho gnawed on his lip, making it swell as he sat in the backseat on the van, squished between the armrest and Nichkhun. He tried to keep calmed, breathing in and out slowly so that he wouldn't aggravate his hard-on. Panic struck him as he wondered how he'd make it through the photoshoot with his throbbing cock. He couldn't get rid of it by releasing but there had to be other ways. ,'Ice!' Junho thought, 'I'll ask for some ice!'
He hopped out of the van, pausing for a moment as his excitement got the better of him. He felt the ring tighten and he gasped, too distracted to notice Chansung glance back him.
“You going to be alright?” Taecyeon slapped his back, startling him.
“Y-yeah.”
Junho slowly followed after the rest of his members, seeing them all split off into different directions after they entered the building. He quickly walked up to one of the staff members and quietly begged for a small bag of ice.
“Thank you,” he smiled. He sat down, dropping the bag into his lap and immediately wincing. He felt the cold through his pants and it made him tense as it tickled his cock. The action didn't go unnoticed by Namyoung as the older man approached Junho.
“Are you okay?”
Junho bit his lip, looking at the dance instructor. “I-I... I think I pulled a groin muscle,” he lied.
“Might if I check it out?”
It wasn't much of a question as it was a statement as Namyoung began massaging the small boy's thigh, starting midway up before getting to the crease of his leg. He knew the older man wasn't stupid and his breathing quickened as he got close to his crotch. His eyes widened as Namyoung looked up at him.
“The ice isn't for your groin muscle, is it..?”
“W-well... It's for my groin,” Junho yelped softly.
“Go take care of it,” the older man said, about to walk away when Junho's voice stopped him.
“I can't.”
“Why not?”
Junho looked down at the ground, his cheek glowing with bright red, “It's a ring...”
Namyoung raised a brow, getting back on his knees so that he could look at the small boy's face, “You don't mean a cockring, do you?” The clenching of Junho's teeth gave him his answer, “I don't know why you'd be wearing one Junho, and frankly, I'd rather not find out but why did you decide to wear it today?”
“I-I don't know.”
Junho's heart drummed against his chest. There was no way that he could tell the older man who had given him the ring and why. There would be so much more trouble to deal with than a raging hard-on.
“Shouldn't you go take it off now?”
“I... Can't.”
Namyoung sighed, “Can't or won't?” he rubbed his head, “Don't keep it on for too long Junho, it's not healthy... Don't make me worry, okay?”
The small boy nodded and sighed in relief as the older male finally left. After fifteen minutes, Junho's dick finally softened and he was able to get up and move around. The bag of ice was now water and his lap was numb. It came in perfect time as the photoshoot started up. Junho moved around comfortably, smiling at the camera and not sensing a pair of glaring eyes. An hour after the first round of shooting, they took a break and Junho was quickly pulled into a closet.
“W-what? Chansung?”
“I saw you talking to hyung. What did you say?”
“I-I told him that I pulled a groin muscle.”
“That wasn't all you told him, was it?”
“I didn't tell him who gave me the ring, I swear! He told me to take it off so Chansung please! Let me take it off!” Junho squeaked as the tall boy palmed his crotch, awakening his erection, “N-no... Please.”
Chansung closed his eyes, trying to block of the desperate pleas coming from the small boy. He was starting to enjoy them too much and he wondered if this ring was bringing out a new side to him. He felt Junho's fingers dig into his arm as he stroked the small boy's cock. Whimpers and moans filled the tiny closet and Chansung felt his hips jerk.
“Please... Fuck Chansung, please just take it off... It hurts.”
He put his hand over the older boy's mouth, blocking out his voice. Chansung was fighting the urge to throw the small boy against the wall and fuck him hard but he didn't have time. If he started, he'd need the whole night to finish with Junho crying out constantly. His hand felt wet against Junho's mouth as the small boy panted. He pulled both hands away, looking down at the flushed and trembling boy.
“Don't use any means to get rid of that. You'll have it until we get home, understand?”
Junho nodded slowly, feeling his body twitch slightly. He left the closet soon after Chansung, making sure his cheeks weren't bright red and his breathing was finally calm. To his surprise, he found that his usual unenthusiastic posing came to an advantage that day. He moved ever so slightly as the camera flashed and no one noticed any different. Junho narrowed his eyes at the camera, feeling the pose to be too uncomfortable as his tight pants pressed into his cock. “Fuck,” the word slipped from his lips, hanging over Nichkhun's head as the older boy looked up with a brow arched.
He could see the tense look on Junho's face and he reached back, touching his thigh gently. The small boy grunted, bucking his hips and closing his eyes tight. “Uh Junho,” Nichkhun whispered, “Do you need some help?”
“No...” the younger boy panting, pushing himself up from Nichkhun's shoulders.
Junho blinked, seeing his vision blur a bit before opening his eyes wide. The photoshoot had just ended and everyone was bowing and thanking the crew. He felt Taecyeon's arm around his waist, helping to guide him to the change room.
“You're swaying...”
The small boy clasped his hand over Taecyeon's, letting the other boy take him into the room and plop him down onto a chair.
“Aaah so tired,” Junsu complained, rubbing his eyes. He didn't care that he was smudging his makeup because the next stop was home and what did he need makeup there for.
Junho didn't remember stripping or even getting in the van next to Taecyeon as his mind faded in and out. He fell asleep during the ride before he felt the older boy shake him to wake him up. As he got out of the van, he tumbled to the ground.
“Jesus Junho,” Taecyeon was already on his knees, picking up the smaller boy. “What's wrong with you today?” He carried Junho up the small set of steps, being greeted at the door by Chansung.
“What's the matter?”
“He just collapsed.”
Chansung's eyes widened as he quickly took the older boy from Taecyeon, “I'll take him of him.”
“Do you need help?”
“No! I can handle it!”
The maknae quickly but gently set Junho down on his bed before closing and locking the door. He stripped the small boy of his pants, gasping as he noticed the purple and red coloured skin that covered Junho's cock.
“Oh my god... Oh my god Junho...”
“P-please Chansung,” the small boy panted, “It hurt so much. I'm sorry that I hurt you... Please take it off.” A tear rolled down Junho's cheek and the taller boy choked.
“I-I'll get it off right away.” He pinched the edge of the ring and his eyes widened. Junho's length was too swollen to easily remove it. He got up quickly, searching the room and turning it into a mess.
“W-what are you looking for?” Junho whispered.
“Scissors.”
“I don't have any in here...” The older boy put his arm over his eyes, trying to hide his tears. The pain was getting to him now that he was awake and he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't notice that Chansung had left the room until the door opened and he quickly turned his hand, sighing in relief as he saw the maknae close and lock it again. He closed his eyes tight, gasping as he felt the cold blade of the scissors against his skin. “W-what are you doing?!”
“Shh, I'm cutting the ring off. Don't move around.”
“Don't cut off my dick Chansung.”
“I won't... Stop moving.” Chansung quickly cut the torturous ring off but didn't gain any reaction from Junho. He bit his lip before sliding his hand down the swollen shaft, making the older boy buck his hips.
“A-ah! Chansung stop! It hurts.”
“I bet it does but you have to cum... It's the only way you'll feel better.”
“N-no Chansung... Please,” Junho cried, his hands finding the taller boy's to make him stop.
“I'm sorry,” Chansung whispered, kissing the older boy's tears, “I'm so sorry. Just a little bit longer.” He tried to pump Junho as gently as he could as well as trying to get him to feel pleasure so that he would reach his release. The small boy was whimpering and his breath hitched from his cries. Chansung continued to whisper apologies as he now felt that he had too much to be sorry for. He gave the tip a few extra tight pumps and Junho suddenly cried out.
He felt the warmth on his hand as the small boy came, never ending ribbons of white cum spilt onto Junho's stomach and Chansung bit his lip, seeing how much the older boy had to hold back. He pumped Junho's cock slowly, milking him for every last drop as a normal colour flooded back to his length. Chansung kissed the small boy's cheek, trying to relax him before Junho's voice caught in his throat.
“Shh, don't say anything. Just rest.”
Chansung got up, wiping off his hand and the older boy's stomach with tissues. He quietly exited the room before coming back and Junho had shifted slightly.
The small boy's breath hitched again, his sobbing finally calm as his tears dried on his cheeks. He felt the bed dip before something warm and soothing wrapped around his shaft. Junho opened his eyes, watching the tall boy cover him with a warm towel. His eyes met Chansung's as the younger boy looked at him nervously. He saw him swallow before his lips parted.
“I'm so sorry.” Chansung caressed the small boy's cheek. “I didn't know... I didn't mean to take it this far.”
Junho breathed in deeply, “I know,” he whispered.
The tall boy got down on his knees at the side of his bed, taking his hand in his own and pressing it to his forehead, “I'll understand if you don't forgive me.”
Junho smiled, wiggling his fingers, “Like I could ever stay mad at you... I know you didn't do it on purpose. Just don't... Do anything like that again.” He sighed, “I promise not to look at anyone the way I look at you.”
Chansung laughed, trying to cover up his tears before crawling onto the bed next to the older boy. Junho cuddled into his chest, pressing against his tightly. “I promise never to hurt you.. Again.”