The Perfect Capture: Sequel
Title: The Perfect Capture: Sequel
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Junsu/Wooyoung
Summary: Junsu's after-thoughts of how Wooyoung reacts to his sneaky video-shooting habits send him down a path he isn't sure to travel on.
Author's Notes: Bottom Su <3
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
Junsu couldn't figure out why he was standing in the kitchen, clutching his phone tightly and thinking what he was thinking at that very moment. Well, he knew but he was also confused. He wasn't thinking rationally as he stepped out into the living room, phone still in hand as Wooyoung looked up at him from the couch. “What is it hyung?”
The older boy's mouth gaped and his heart drummed against his ribs. He was nervous, no doubt about that and he was scared but it was all thrilling to him. He swallowed, “I'm going to s-send that video to IU,” he said not-so-confidently. Junsu watched as the younger boy set down his bowl of half eaten ice cream, his look intensifying from the confused innocent look his face held only a few seconds prior. Junsu swallowed again, lifting his phone to look at the screen, “W-what was her number again?” he started to mumble off numbers he knew were hers as he turned his back and he instantly felt it a split second later as Wooyoung hissed in his ear.
“Didn't you learn the first time hyung? You know you don't stand a chance against me.”
Wooyoung didn't think as to why the older boy was threatening him. It wasn't like he had done anything wrong to upset Junsu, or hell, they both have their own proof for humiliation but the younger boy was set on actions rather than photos as he dragged Junsu to his room.
“Give me the phone,” Wooyoung growled as he stood in front of the door, locking it and approaching the other boy.
Not only did Junsu have to fight to keep the video away from the younger boy's hands, he had to protect the images on his phone. He cursed as he knew he couldn't put up a proper fight with Wooyoung not only because he wasn't as strong but because he wanted it. Junsu wanted whatever the younger boy was going to give him. He gasped as Wooyoung came at him from behind, wrapping his thick arms around the older boy's as he tried to grab for his phone. Junsu tried to keep his hands close to his body, knowing that another “I dropped it in my pants” ploy with only make Wooyoung question his actions. He didn't want the other boy to know what he was after.
He shuddered as Wooyoung's hand travels down to his thigh, squeezing the thick muscle before working inward. Junsu's hips twitched and he tried harder to get away because he was not only excited, but scared too. 'Fight for the photos,' Junsu thought to himself, 'If Wooyoung sees them, it's all over.' He found himself struggling even more, giving Wooyoung a real fight as he kept his phone pressed tight against his chest.
“Give it to me hyung!” he hissed in Junsu's ear.
Junsu's eyes widened as he fell face first against the bed. He let out a groan as he felt something hard press against his backside and he suddenly wondered if Wooyoung was enjoying himself. “G-get off me Wooyoung,” he said through his teeth, “S-stop humping my ass!”
Wooyoung didn't give up as he groped every inch of the older boy's body. He purposely squeezed Junsu's crotch a little harder and heard a strangled groan. “Hyung,” he whispered, “Why are you hard?”
Junsu blushed, squirming under the younger boy, “I-I'm not! Let me go!”
“You're not?” The older boy yelped as a hand travelled into his underwear, gripping his swelling dick hard. “Then what's this?”
“F-fuck Wooyoung... Let go, it hurts.” Junsu closed his eyes, bucking his hips to try to pull away from the clamp around his cock. It did hurt but he liked it and almost wanted to ask for more.
“Don't lie hyung, it's not nice.”
Wooyoung's hand is slid around the other boy's chest, trying to find the small flat object but Junsu kept it well hidden. He started to feel aggravated so he grabbed Junsu's belt and ripped it off and the older boy's pants were soon at his knees.
“W-Wooyoung! What are you doing?!” Junsu had wanted to sound genuinely surprised but now he couldn't help himself. He was frightened as he wiggled his ass, trying to break free but it only provoked the other boy.
Wooyoung bit his lip, “Mm hyung, are you trying to tease me? I remember what your ass feels like.” The younger boy smirked as he ran a finger over Junsu's bare bottom, making the other boy shiver.
“Wooyoung stop... Please stop, I was only kidding. I-I don't have the vi-” Junsu gasped as something large entered him. A tear streamed down his cheek and he was too paralysed by the pain to even more or breathe. It was then when Junsu asked himself why he had even provoked Wooyoung, 'Because I wanted it. It hurt but it felt so good... I wanted him to fuck me-' Junsu let out a loud cry as the younger boy slammed into his hips. He felt his tears soak into the blanket beneath him as Wooyoung pushed his face into the bed.
“Hyung, so tight... Just like before.”
'How did I...' The older boy closed his eyes tightly and panted harshly as he wondered how he had gotten so hard thinking about it being roughly fucked by Wooyoung when it hurt so much. 'Am I a masochist? This doesn't feel good at all.' He gripped the sheets, forgetting about the phone as pain rippled through his body. Junsu's groans filled the room each time the younger boy's cock entered his body.
“Oh hyung, you're not hard anymore,” Wooyoung panted, his hand snaking between the older boy's legs. “That's too bad.”
“A-ah no!” Junsu cringed as he reached back, trying to push the younger boy away as Wooyoung pressed two fingers into his body. “S-stop! It's too much! It hurts!”
“Shh hyung, I'm almost done. You need to be punished so just take it.”
The older boy's breath caught as he was pushed into the bed once more. His tears no longer fell and older ones were dry and stuck to his cheeks. Saliva seeped into the sheet as Junsu panted through his parted lips. His back arched when the younger boy made the last thrust, pounding into him violently. He hissed through his teeth as the sticky milk coated his insides, stinging the stretched area.
“Now,” Wooyoung panted, “To delete that video.” He reached for the phone, finding Junsu to be unresponsive as he picked it up without a fight from the older boy. Something caught his eyes in the photo album as he was about to go to the video file. Wooyoung's eyes widened as he swiped his finger over a collection of photos. They were all of him; practising in the dance room, singing, walking, roaming around the dorm in only his boxers, sneak shots of him shower and others that made the younger boy blush.
His eyes left the small screen as they travelled up Junsu's back. Wooyoung suddenly felt hurt and regret as he pulled out of the older boy, making Junsu's body twitch.
“Hyung...” Wooyoung got on his knees at the edge of the bed, his arm reaching out to touch the other boy gently. “What are these photos? Why do you have them?” He got onto the bed when the older boy remained silent and he tensed as he saw the horrified look on Junsu's face.
It hit the younger boy like an unexpected slap to the face and he was pulling Junsu into his lap, cradling the older boy and rocking him gently.
“Hyung, why didn't you tell me..? Why were you provoking me? You can't tell me... That you like it.” The small twitch in his lap made him tense. “Hyung... Please don't tell me you were just trying to get me to... Rape you.”
“I don't know why,” the older boy whispered, his voice hoarse from his previous cries. “It hurt so bad when you did it but then I started to think about it more and... I felt turned on. I didn't even think clearly about when I approached you and just...”
“Hyung... Do you...”
“I don't know what I was thinking. It didn't feel good, just like the first time. I didn't mean to provoke you Wooyoung... I'm sorry.”
“Don't say that. God, I feel like such an asshole for even doing it. What was I thinking?”
Junsu sat up, pushing away from the younger boy slightly as he leaned on his hands, “I won't do it again but... Wooyoung-ah, would you still... You know if you weren't so rough...”
The other boy bit his lip, “Well, I guess we could, try...” Wooyoung had to admit, giving to Junsu didn't feel all that bad.
After a more gentle and emotional round, the two boys decided that it wasn't for them. Junsu pulled the blanket up over his shoulder as he laid on his side. Wooyoung stared at the ceiling, wondering if he should breathe.
“That was...”
“...Awkward,” Wooyoung finished. “I don't think...”
“... Once was enough.”
“What?”
“Once was enough. That's all it takes for us to... Realize that this isn't going to work.” Junsu laid on his stomach, playing with the pillow case.
“So we'll just call this an experiment?” Wooyoung looked at the older boy, who nodded. “But no one else has to know. It has to stay a secret.”
“I should delete the video now...”
“No,” the younger boy smirked, “Keep it... When you feel like threatening me again.”
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Junsu/Wooyoung
Summary: Junsu's after-thoughts of how Wooyoung reacts to his sneaky video-shooting habits send him down a path he isn't sure to travel on.
Author's Notes: Bottom Su <3
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
Junsu couldn't figure out why he was standing in the kitchen, clutching his phone tightly and thinking what he was thinking at that very moment. Well, he knew but he was also confused. He wasn't thinking rationally as he stepped out into the living room, phone still in hand as Wooyoung looked up at him from the couch. “What is it hyung?”
The older boy's mouth gaped and his heart drummed against his ribs. He was nervous, no doubt about that and he was scared but it was all thrilling to him. He swallowed, “I'm going to s-send that video to IU,” he said not-so-confidently. Junsu watched as the younger boy set down his bowl of half eaten ice cream, his look intensifying from the confused innocent look his face held only a few seconds prior. Junsu swallowed again, lifting his phone to look at the screen, “W-what was her number again?” he started to mumble off numbers he knew were hers as he turned his back and he instantly felt it a split second later as Wooyoung hissed in his ear.
“Didn't you learn the first time hyung? You know you don't stand a chance against me.”
Wooyoung didn't think as to why the older boy was threatening him. It wasn't like he had done anything wrong to upset Junsu, or hell, they both have their own proof for humiliation but the younger boy was set on actions rather than photos as he dragged Junsu to his room.
“Give me the phone,” Wooyoung growled as he stood in front of the door, locking it and approaching the other boy.
Not only did Junsu have to fight to keep the video away from the younger boy's hands, he had to protect the images on his phone. He cursed as he knew he couldn't put up a proper fight with Wooyoung not only because he wasn't as strong but because he wanted it. Junsu wanted whatever the younger boy was going to give him. He gasped as Wooyoung came at him from behind, wrapping his thick arms around the older boy's as he tried to grab for his phone. Junsu tried to keep his hands close to his body, knowing that another “I dropped it in my pants” ploy with only make Wooyoung question his actions. He didn't want the other boy to know what he was after.
He shuddered as Wooyoung's hand travels down to his thigh, squeezing the thick muscle before working inward. Junsu's hips twitched and he tried harder to get away because he was not only excited, but scared too. 'Fight for the photos,' Junsu thought to himself, 'If Wooyoung sees them, it's all over.' He found himself struggling even more, giving Wooyoung a real fight as he kept his phone pressed tight against his chest.
“Give it to me hyung!” he hissed in Junsu's ear.
Junsu's eyes widened as he fell face first against the bed. He let out a groan as he felt something hard press against his backside and he suddenly wondered if Wooyoung was enjoying himself. “G-get off me Wooyoung,” he said through his teeth, “S-stop humping my ass!”
Wooyoung didn't give up as he groped every inch of the older boy's body. He purposely squeezed Junsu's crotch a little harder and heard a strangled groan. “Hyung,” he whispered, “Why are you hard?”
Junsu blushed, squirming under the younger boy, “I-I'm not! Let me go!”
“You're not?” The older boy yelped as a hand travelled into his underwear, gripping his swelling dick hard. “Then what's this?”
“F-fuck Wooyoung... Let go, it hurts.” Junsu closed his eyes, bucking his hips to try to pull away from the clamp around his cock. It did hurt but he liked it and almost wanted to ask for more.
“Don't lie hyung, it's not nice.”
Wooyoung's hand is slid around the other boy's chest, trying to find the small flat object but Junsu kept it well hidden. He started to feel aggravated so he grabbed Junsu's belt and ripped it off and the older boy's pants were soon at his knees.
“W-Wooyoung! What are you doing?!” Junsu had wanted to sound genuinely surprised but now he couldn't help himself. He was frightened as he wiggled his ass, trying to break free but it only provoked the other boy.
Wooyoung bit his lip, “Mm hyung, are you trying to tease me? I remember what your ass feels like.” The younger boy smirked as he ran a finger over Junsu's bare bottom, making the other boy shiver.
“Wooyoung stop... Please stop, I was only kidding. I-I don't have the vi-” Junsu gasped as something large entered him. A tear streamed down his cheek and he was too paralysed by the pain to even more or breathe. It was then when Junsu asked himself why he had even provoked Wooyoung, 'Because I wanted it. It hurt but it felt so good... I wanted him to fuck me-' Junsu let out a loud cry as the younger boy slammed into his hips. He felt his tears soak into the blanket beneath him as Wooyoung pushed his face into the bed.
“Hyung, so tight... Just like before.”
'How did I...' The older boy closed his eyes tightly and panted harshly as he wondered how he had gotten so hard thinking about it being roughly fucked by Wooyoung when it hurt so much. 'Am I a masochist? This doesn't feel good at all.' He gripped the sheets, forgetting about the phone as pain rippled through his body. Junsu's groans filled the room each time the younger boy's cock entered his body.
“Oh hyung, you're not hard anymore,” Wooyoung panted, his hand snaking between the older boy's legs. “That's too bad.”
“A-ah no!” Junsu cringed as he reached back, trying to push the younger boy away as Wooyoung pressed two fingers into his body. “S-stop! It's too much! It hurts!”
“Shh hyung, I'm almost done. You need to be punished so just take it.”
The older boy's breath caught as he was pushed into the bed once more. His tears no longer fell and older ones were dry and stuck to his cheeks. Saliva seeped into the sheet as Junsu panted through his parted lips. His back arched when the younger boy made the last thrust, pounding into him violently. He hissed through his teeth as the sticky milk coated his insides, stinging the stretched area.
“Now,” Wooyoung panted, “To delete that video.” He reached for the phone, finding Junsu to be unresponsive as he picked it up without a fight from the older boy. Something caught his eyes in the photo album as he was about to go to the video file. Wooyoung's eyes widened as he swiped his finger over a collection of photos. They were all of him; practising in the dance room, singing, walking, roaming around the dorm in only his boxers, sneak shots of him shower and others that made the younger boy blush.
His eyes left the small screen as they travelled up Junsu's back. Wooyoung suddenly felt hurt and regret as he pulled out of the older boy, making Junsu's body twitch.
“Hyung...” Wooyoung got on his knees at the edge of the bed, his arm reaching out to touch the other boy gently. “What are these photos? Why do you have them?” He got onto the bed when the older boy remained silent and he tensed as he saw the horrified look on Junsu's face.
It hit the younger boy like an unexpected slap to the face and he was pulling Junsu into his lap, cradling the older boy and rocking him gently.
“Hyung, why didn't you tell me..? Why were you provoking me? You can't tell me... That you like it.” The small twitch in his lap made him tense. “Hyung... Please don't tell me you were just trying to get me to... Rape you.”
“I don't know why,” the older boy whispered, his voice hoarse from his previous cries. “It hurt so bad when you did it but then I started to think about it more and... I felt turned on. I didn't even think clearly about when I approached you and just...”
“Hyung... Do you...”
“I don't know what I was thinking. It didn't feel good, just like the first time. I didn't mean to provoke you Wooyoung... I'm sorry.”
“Don't say that. God, I feel like such an asshole for even doing it. What was I thinking?”
Junsu sat up, pushing away from the younger boy slightly as he leaned on his hands, “I won't do it again but... Wooyoung-ah, would you still... You know if you weren't so rough...”
The other boy bit his lip, “Well, I guess we could, try...” Wooyoung had to admit, giving to Junsu didn't feel all that bad.
After a more gentle and emotional round, the two boys decided that it wasn't for them. Junsu pulled the blanket up over his shoulder as he laid on his side. Wooyoung stared at the ceiling, wondering if he should breathe.
“That was...”
“...Awkward,” Wooyoung finished. “I don't think...”
“... Once was enough.”
“What?”
“Once was enough. That's all it takes for us to... Realize that this isn't going to work.” Junsu laid on his stomach, playing with the pillow case.
“So we'll just call this an experiment?” Wooyoung looked at the older boy, who nodded. “But no one else has to know. It has to stay a secret.”
“I should delete the video now...”
“No,” the younger boy smirked, “Keep it... When you feel like threatening me again.”