A banana a day can't keep Chansung away
Title: A banana a day can't keep Chansung away
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Junho/Chansung
Summary: Fruity smut.
Author's Notes: YUP I: I went there
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
Junho sulked as he walked around the house. Chansung hadn't been around for days and he was starting to feel lonely. “I miss Chansung's arms,” the small boy pouted, wrapping his arms around himself. “I miss his voice,” he shuddered as he imagined the younger boy whispering in his ear. “I miss his...” Junho flushed as he paused, biting his lip as he didn't say the rest out loud.
His eyes roamed the kitchen, looking for something to fill his hunger but nothing look appetizing to him. They stopped on a particular item and the blush on Junho's cheeks increased tenfold. He shook his head, trying to shake off the idea. It was ridiculous, way beyond his wildest imagination, well maybe not that. Junho opened the fridge, trying to ignore the object but the cool chill sent shivers down his exposed collarbone and down into his shirt. Little did he realize, the thought of the object had made him grow hard.
Junho sighed, closing the fridge and glancing at the innocent looking object once more. No one was home and probably wouldn't be for hours. He began to gnaw on his lip as he thought. No one was going to know. He pushed away his shame and grabbed the object before running into his room. Junho quickly stripped himself of his pants, now wanting to get it over more than anything. His cock was already throbbing and bouncing between his legs and he hissed as his hand grazed the tip. “I guess there's no need to work at it...”
He felt a little disgusted with himself as he stared at the object, he was really going to do this. Junho grabbed a small bottle from under his pillow before coating his fingers with the liquid. Even this part, which wasn't new to him, felt awkward. He gasped as he pushed two greedy fingers into his body, his back arching as he pushed them deep. Junho moved them in and out, feeling his muscle contract around his digits before adding another.
“Mm Chansung,” he moaned, closing his eyes as he imagined the maknae behind him.
He whined as he tried to push his fingers deeper inside but they weren't as long as he needed. His body shuddered as he pulled them out and he looked at the long object before him. He knew people did it and he wondered if he should've looked up it before trying it because he didn't know if he was supposed to peel it or not. Junho gritted his teeth before peeling back the skin and he circled his entrance with more lubricant.
He took a deep breath as he nudged the tip against his puckered hole, slowly easing the object in. It was harder than Junho expected and the object in his hand squished a little and he panicked. He tried breathing in and out calmly to relax his body as he shoved more of the thickness into him. “A-ah..”
Junho couldn't help it as he wrapped his fingers around his cock as it cried out for his attention. He started to stroke it quickly, forgetting about the object in his ass as he moaned. Just as he pulled the thing out, his hand suddenly hit the bed and he tensed. Junho slowly brought the object to his face, his eyes widened as it sat broken in his hand. “Oh no...” He reached back, feeling the rest of it stuck inside his body. “Shit!”
He bolted off the bed, suddenly pausing as pleasure ripped through his body. Junho moaned, his hand reaching between his legs to give his length a few jerks.
“N-no... Bathroom.”
Junho wobbled out of his room, his hand still wrapped securely around his cock and his eyes half-lidded.
“Well well, look what I come home to.”
The small boy fell back against the wall, his heart jumping into his throat as he felt his soul leave him. “Jesus Chansung! You scared me!”
Chansung chuckled, “I'm not surprised when you look like that... Having fun without me?” The maknae smirked, coming towards Junho.
“W-wait, Chansung I-”
“Shh, I know you were waiting for me.”
Junho gasped as the tall boy brushed his hand away and thicker fingers wrapped around his shaft. He bucked his hips as Chansung started to pump him and push him back into the bed. Junho wanted to object but he soon found the maknae's tongue in his mouth. He moaned and yelped as he was thrown onto the bed. The tall boy didn't waste any time as he stripped himself and laid on top of Junho naked. A low groan escaped Chansung's lips as he ground his hips against the smaller boy's, pressing their erections together in a sticky mess. Junho soon forgot about the object stuck in his body as he arched his back and moaned in pleasure.
“It's so nice to come home and have you ready.”
The tall boy moved down Junho's body, planting kisses on the other boy's skin and nibbling at his hip bone. His tongue moved down the small boy's thigh and he paused as a familiar scent tickled his nose. Chansung ignored it until his lips met with the older boy's entrance, his tongue circling the small hole. “Junho..? What is this? Why does-”
Junho suddenly moved, pulling away from the tall boy, “I have to go to the bathroom.”
“No,” Chansung laughed, grabbing the other boy's hips and pulling him down. “Stay.”
“Chansung please! I need to go!” The small boy whined as Chansung's tongue probed his entrance. He shuddered, gripping the sheets as the wet muscle moved in and out of his body.
“Junho, I'm surprised that you used a banana,” Chansung snickered. “Don't tell me it broke inside you...” He bit his lip, trying not to laugh when Junho whimpered. “You're not supposed to peel it stupid and use a condom, they're dirty.”
“Y-you seem to know a -” Junho gasped, “Lot about this.”
“Mm,” the maknae hummed against Junho's skin. He couldn't help but moan as the taste of banana filled his mouth, heightening his senses, “Junho, you taste so good.”
“S-shut up.”
The smirk wouldn't leave Chansung's face and it stayed as he pushed two fingers into Junho's entrance, the remaining bits of the banana squishing against his digits. “I guess I don't have to prepare you, you already did that yourself.” He pulled his fingers out and licked them, sucking off the banana before gripping his shaft. Chansung shuddered as he rubbed the tip of his cock against the small boy's entrance. He groaned as he quickly thrust inside, “It's been so long.”
“Three days,” Junho breathed out.
“I'm sorry I kept you waiting.” Chansung moved his hips slowly, rocking them against the older boy's. “Shit, I can feel the banana.”
“W-wait, maybe we shouldn't then I mean... What if you push it too far?”
“Don't worry Junho-ah, I'll make sure to get all of it out.”
The tall boy continued to move, not wanting to stop. The muscles clamping down around his cock were begging him not to. Junho wanted it just as badly as he did and he was going to give them both what they were craving. He threw his head back, moaning deep in his throat as Junho trapped him between his thighs. Chansung opened his eyes, glancing down at the small boy as his face twisted in pleasure. His hands slid down to Junho's as he interlocked their fingers.
The older boy looked at Chansung, licking his lips and silently begging for the other boy to kiss him. The tall boy smiled, leaning down and pecking Junho's lips softly. His hips moved faster, making Junho groan as he gnawed on his lower lip. “C-Chansung, harder.”
The maknae complied, pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip inside before slamming his cock back inside Junho. The small boy's cries encouraged him to keep up the pace as he pounded into him. Junho was tightening against him with each thrust and Chansung felt his length twitch. His fingers encircled the small boy's cock and started to pump it in time with his thrusts. Junho was whimpering beneath him and he moaned as he buried his face in the crook of the older boy's neck. “I'm going to come,” he whispered against Junho's skin.
Chansung hissed as the small boy's nails dragged along his arms. Junho's hips moved as he arched off the bed, forcing the maknae's cock to move deeper inside him. The tall boy thrust roughly, stilling his hips as seed spilled from his length. Junho trembled and the heat in his abdomen moved to his cock as he came, shouting the younger boy's name.
The maknae couldn't hear over his own panting until Junho's voice got louder, “Bathroom...” He looked up, seeing the older boy looking at him with tired begging eyes. Chansung smiled, pulling his softening cock out of the small boy.
“I can take care of it.” He snaked down Junho's body before pressing his lips to the stretched hole.
“Ah Chansung! No!” Junho cried out, feeling suction on his entrance.
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Junho/Chansung
Summary: Fruity smut.
Author's Notes: YUP I: I went there
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
Junho sulked as he walked around the house. Chansung hadn't been around for days and he was starting to feel lonely. “I miss Chansung's arms,” the small boy pouted, wrapping his arms around himself. “I miss his voice,” he shuddered as he imagined the younger boy whispering in his ear. “I miss his...” Junho flushed as he paused, biting his lip as he didn't say the rest out loud.
His eyes roamed the kitchen, looking for something to fill his hunger but nothing look appetizing to him. They stopped on a particular item and the blush on Junho's cheeks increased tenfold. He shook his head, trying to shake off the idea. It was ridiculous, way beyond his wildest imagination, well maybe not that. Junho opened the fridge, trying to ignore the object but the cool chill sent shivers down his exposed collarbone and down into his shirt. Little did he realize, the thought of the object had made him grow hard.
Junho sighed, closing the fridge and glancing at the innocent looking object once more. No one was home and probably wouldn't be for hours. He began to gnaw on his lip as he thought. No one was going to know. He pushed away his shame and grabbed the object before running into his room. Junho quickly stripped himself of his pants, now wanting to get it over more than anything. His cock was already throbbing and bouncing between his legs and he hissed as his hand grazed the tip. “I guess there's no need to work at it...”
He felt a little disgusted with himself as he stared at the object, he was really going to do this. Junho grabbed a small bottle from under his pillow before coating his fingers with the liquid. Even this part, which wasn't new to him, felt awkward. He gasped as he pushed two greedy fingers into his body, his back arching as he pushed them deep. Junho moved them in and out, feeling his muscle contract around his digits before adding another.
“Mm Chansung,” he moaned, closing his eyes as he imagined the maknae behind him.
He whined as he tried to push his fingers deeper inside but they weren't as long as he needed. His body shuddered as he pulled them out and he looked at the long object before him. He knew people did it and he wondered if he should've looked up it before trying it because he didn't know if he was supposed to peel it or not. Junho gritted his teeth before peeling back the skin and he circled his entrance with more lubricant.
He took a deep breath as he nudged the tip against his puckered hole, slowly easing the object in. It was harder than Junho expected and the object in his hand squished a little and he panicked. He tried breathing in and out calmly to relax his body as he shoved more of the thickness into him. “A-ah..”
Junho couldn't help it as he wrapped his fingers around his cock as it cried out for his attention. He started to stroke it quickly, forgetting about the object in his ass as he moaned. Just as he pulled the thing out, his hand suddenly hit the bed and he tensed. Junho slowly brought the object to his face, his eyes widened as it sat broken in his hand. “Oh no...” He reached back, feeling the rest of it stuck inside his body. “Shit!”
He bolted off the bed, suddenly pausing as pleasure ripped through his body. Junho moaned, his hand reaching between his legs to give his length a few jerks.
“N-no... Bathroom.”
Junho wobbled out of his room, his hand still wrapped securely around his cock and his eyes half-lidded.
“Well well, look what I come home to.”
The small boy fell back against the wall, his heart jumping into his throat as he felt his soul leave him. “Jesus Chansung! You scared me!”
Chansung chuckled, “I'm not surprised when you look like that... Having fun without me?” The maknae smirked, coming towards Junho.
“W-wait, Chansung I-”
“Shh, I know you were waiting for me.”
Junho gasped as the tall boy brushed his hand away and thicker fingers wrapped around his shaft. He bucked his hips as Chansung started to pump him and push him back into the bed. Junho wanted to object but he soon found the maknae's tongue in his mouth. He moaned and yelped as he was thrown onto the bed. The tall boy didn't waste any time as he stripped himself and laid on top of Junho naked. A low groan escaped Chansung's lips as he ground his hips against the smaller boy's, pressing their erections together in a sticky mess. Junho soon forgot about the object stuck in his body as he arched his back and moaned in pleasure.
“It's so nice to come home and have you ready.”
The tall boy moved down Junho's body, planting kisses on the other boy's skin and nibbling at his hip bone. His tongue moved down the small boy's thigh and he paused as a familiar scent tickled his nose. Chansung ignored it until his lips met with the older boy's entrance, his tongue circling the small hole. “Junho..? What is this? Why does-”
Junho suddenly moved, pulling away from the tall boy, “I have to go to the bathroom.”
“No,” Chansung laughed, grabbing the other boy's hips and pulling him down. “Stay.”
“Chansung please! I need to go!” The small boy whined as Chansung's tongue probed his entrance. He shuddered, gripping the sheets as the wet muscle moved in and out of his body.
“Junho, I'm surprised that you used a banana,” Chansung snickered. “Don't tell me it broke inside you...” He bit his lip, trying not to laugh when Junho whimpered. “You're not supposed to peel it stupid and use a condom, they're dirty.”
“Y-you seem to know a -” Junho gasped, “Lot about this.”
“Mm,” the maknae hummed against Junho's skin. He couldn't help but moan as the taste of banana filled his mouth, heightening his senses, “Junho, you taste so good.”
“S-shut up.”
The smirk wouldn't leave Chansung's face and it stayed as he pushed two fingers into Junho's entrance, the remaining bits of the banana squishing against his digits. “I guess I don't have to prepare you, you already did that yourself.” He pulled his fingers out and licked them, sucking off the banana before gripping his shaft. Chansung shuddered as he rubbed the tip of his cock against the small boy's entrance. He groaned as he quickly thrust inside, “It's been so long.”
“Three days,” Junho breathed out.
“I'm sorry I kept you waiting.” Chansung moved his hips slowly, rocking them against the older boy's. “Shit, I can feel the banana.”
“W-wait, maybe we shouldn't then I mean... What if you push it too far?”
“Don't worry Junho-ah, I'll make sure to get all of it out.”
The tall boy continued to move, not wanting to stop. The muscles clamping down around his cock were begging him not to. Junho wanted it just as badly as he did and he was going to give them both what they were craving. He threw his head back, moaning deep in his throat as Junho trapped him between his thighs. Chansung opened his eyes, glancing down at the small boy as his face twisted in pleasure. His hands slid down to Junho's as he interlocked their fingers.
The older boy looked at Chansung, licking his lips and silently begging for the other boy to kiss him. The tall boy smiled, leaning down and pecking Junho's lips softly. His hips moved faster, making Junho groan as he gnawed on his lower lip. “C-Chansung, harder.”
The maknae complied, pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip inside before slamming his cock back inside Junho. The small boy's cries encouraged him to keep up the pace as he pounded into him. Junho was tightening against him with each thrust and Chansung felt his length twitch. His fingers encircled the small boy's cock and started to pump it in time with his thrusts. Junho was whimpering beneath him and he moaned as he buried his face in the crook of the older boy's neck. “I'm going to come,” he whispered against Junho's skin.
Chansung hissed as the small boy's nails dragged along his arms. Junho's hips moved as he arched off the bed, forcing the maknae's cock to move deeper inside him. The tall boy thrust roughly, stilling his hips as seed spilled from his length. Junho trembled and the heat in his abdomen moved to his cock as he came, shouting the younger boy's name.
The maknae couldn't hear over his own panting until Junho's voice got louder, “Bathroom...” He looked up, seeing the older boy looking at him with tired begging eyes. Chansung smiled, pulling his softening cock out of the small boy.
“I can take care of it.” He snaked down Junho's body before pressing his lips to the stretched hole.
“Ah Chansung! No!” Junho cried out, feeling suction on his entrance.