Dare
Title: Dare
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Some dares are a little too outrageous but Junho still plans to carry out the high amount of “dare” that it actually is.
Author's Notes: The reasons you guys haven't had any fics is because I haven't been watching porn. Voila.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
It was a simple game of truth or dare that had turned ugly, so ugly that it had Junho's face twisting in disgust but he had no power to turn it down. He had used up all his options to pass and now had to accept his horrendous dare that Chansung had laid on him. Maybe after he was through with the embarrassment of the act, he'd kill the maknae... Just maybe.
Junho climbed into the back of their van, shutting and locking the door behind him before glancing around. A curse left his lips because Chansung had handed the camera to him, the signal to do the dirty deed, in broad daylight. The sun shone through the tinted windows of the black van, heating up the small area quickly and Junho peeled off his jacket. Settling back against the seat, he couldn't stop himself from looking out and around again and again, unable to stop the thoughts that someone was going to run by and see him.
Shifting in his spot, Junho felt his elbow brush over his newly discovered bulge. The idea of being caught had apparently excited him and now he was even more eager to just get rid of it and finish the dare. He chewed on his lip as he turned the camera on, continuing to take short glances outside while the handheld recorder warmed up and the screen flashed on. Pressing the record button, Junho brought the lens to his face, “I'll kill you Hwang Chansung, mark my words.”
A nervous swallow travelled down his throat before the lens followed down his abdomen, showing the large bulge between his legs. Junho took in a deep breath while his fingers teased the lump, brushing against it and tracing the stitch line of his jeans. Once his fingers moved between his legs, he began to rub his palm against the bump and roll it slowly in a circular motion. With his lips pressed tightly together, Junho held the deep moan back as it rumbled in his throat. His erection jumped from the stronger touch, his fingers gripping the swollen shaft through his pants, making it pronounced against the fabric.
Junho could feel his fingers beginning to sweat while he held the camera, the van's temperature starting to increase to an uncomfortable level. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head, letting it hang off his other arm which held the camera and leaned back against the seat. Teasing, he brought the camera to his sweaty chest, capturing the flex of his abdominal muscles when he squeezed his erection. Soft pants left Junho's lips when he began to work his hand faster before popping open the button on his pants.
The lens focused on his lips as he licked over the swelling flesh, his tongue wetting it and making the thick flesh shine. Biting into his lip to silence his moans, Junho brought the camera back to his crotch, tugging down the zipper and wiggling his hips to pull his pants down his thighs, just enough for his tight black briefs to be seen. His eyes rolled when he spotted the wet spot already forming over the tip where the material rubbed against it. Junho brought the camera lower to zoom in, his finger stroking the slit to pull a thread of pre-cum from the tip. He chewed on his lip when the sight of his own arousal excited him, making his cock twitch beneath his boxers.
Droplets of sweat slid down his cheeks and moved down his chest, following the dips of his muscles. His chest rose and fell with his quickened breathing from his teasing around his hardened dick. Junho peeked out of the window, not a person in sight, before pulling the waistband down and watching as his cock stood up proudly. Pre-cum oozed from the tip, smeared over the tight skin and making it glisten under the sunlight. Using the clear fluid as lubricant, Junho began to slowly pump his thick erection and a soft moan escaped his lips.
He started to rock his hips off the seat to thrust himself through his fingers, his palm hitting the base of his shaft with each movement. His eyes rolled back into his head when small moans left his parted lips, the pleasure swelling inside his abdomen. Junho's fingers slid up to the tip and his thumb brushed up against the slit, rubbing in the pre-cum while teasing the throbbing head.
The camera shook slightly in his grip as he began to quicken his pace, the need to release growing rapidly inside him. His back arched off the seat and Junho forgot about where he was as he jerked himself off. The sound of his heart pounded in his ears, blocking out the noises going on outside the van as he remained in his own world of heated pleasure. “Fuck... Mmm...”
Sinking his teeth hard into his lip, Junho fisted his hard cock and the sound of his wet shaft being stroked echoed inside the small space. His legs spread while he thrust up quickly, pounding his erection hard into his hand. He gripped the camera tight while keeping the lens pointed at his length. Junho watched as his muscles grew rigid and the bumps of his abdomen stood out even more as the heat gathered inside his lower body.
He let out his moans freely, the loud sounds filling the van as every pant was caught by the camera. His body tensed when he jerked his hand quickly, tugging on the pulsing cock before his voice spilled out in a deep, heavy moan. Thick white ribbons of cum shot up from the head of his shaft, dropping down onto his stomach and dripping over his fingers as Junho pumped out the milky fluid.
Panting harshly, he squeezed the tip to push out the rest of his cum before reaching over to the tissues, pulling out a few to clean himself off. He laid his exhausted and sweaty body back against the seat, waiting to calm his breathing before pulling his tight pants back onto his hips. Powering down the camera, Junho redressed himself and slipped out of the van, tossing the soiled tissues.
“Here,” he grumbled as he handed Chansung the small camera, seeing the maknae's eyes widen.
“You actually did it?”
“I did, now shut up.”
Junho left the tall boy and finished the schedules with the rest of the group, missing the wonder going on in Chansung's mind. The maknae was too curious now, the video tugging at his mind and distracting him. He wasn't sure if Junho was just playing with him or not, but judging by the reddened cheeks and slight disarray of the older male's clothing, Chansung was sure that he was in for some quality footage.
It wasn't the smartest idea that the maknae had ever had but he figured that if Junho had just joked around, it wouldn't matter that he watched the video on the living room couch with Junsu sitting by his feet on the floor. Chansung's jaw dropped when he quickly found himself proved wrong by the footage flashing in front of his eyes. The heat from his laptop only worsened his throbbing erection bulging up at the crotch of his pants. Luckily for him, Junsu was too absorbed in whatever he was watching on tv that he didn't notice the maknae absent-mindlessly stroking himself through his pants.
Junho stepped into the room and his eyes widened as he spotted the younger male, quickly walking over to him and snatching the laptop, carrying it back to his room.
“Junho!” the maknae cried out in disappointment as he cock wept for attention, the video being taken from his grip. He quickly got up and followed after Junho, whining softly as he was stopped in the doorway. “Junho, please give that back.”
“Chansung!” the small male hissed quietly, “Why are you watching that out in the open?! I'll kill you!” Junho tried to keep his voice down while being enraged.
“Just please give it back...”
Junho shook his head firmly and closed the door, leaving the maknae standing in front of it with his erection pressing against his pants. Chansung glanced around before quickly bolting to the bathroom and locking the door. He stripped himself of his pants and started to stroke himself rapidly, not being able to wait any longer. “Junho... J-Junho...”
He let the quiet moans fall from his lips, keeping them at a whisper incase anyone had their ear pressed to the door. After biting his lip hard, Chansung released his thick load in his hand as he came. He looked at himself in the mirror, glancing at his rosy cheeks and smiling in satisfaction, “Next time, I'll dare him to play with his ass.”
Chansung left the bathroom and skipped towards the older male's room, “Hey Junho, let's play truth or dare!”
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Some dares are a little too outrageous but Junho still plans to carry out the high amount of “dare” that it actually is.
Author's Notes: The reasons you guys haven't had any fics is because I haven't been watching porn. Voila.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
It was a simple game of truth or dare that had turned ugly, so ugly that it had Junho's face twisting in disgust but he had no power to turn it down. He had used up all his options to pass and now had to accept his horrendous dare that Chansung had laid on him. Maybe after he was through with the embarrassment of the act, he'd kill the maknae... Just maybe.
Junho climbed into the back of their van, shutting and locking the door behind him before glancing around. A curse left his lips because Chansung had handed the camera to him, the signal to do the dirty deed, in broad daylight. The sun shone through the tinted windows of the black van, heating up the small area quickly and Junho peeled off his jacket. Settling back against the seat, he couldn't stop himself from looking out and around again and again, unable to stop the thoughts that someone was going to run by and see him.
Shifting in his spot, Junho felt his elbow brush over his newly discovered bulge. The idea of being caught had apparently excited him and now he was even more eager to just get rid of it and finish the dare. He chewed on his lip as he turned the camera on, continuing to take short glances outside while the handheld recorder warmed up and the screen flashed on. Pressing the record button, Junho brought the lens to his face, “I'll kill you Hwang Chansung, mark my words.”
A nervous swallow travelled down his throat before the lens followed down his abdomen, showing the large bulge between his legs. Junho took in a deep breath while his fingers teased the lump, brushing against it and tracing the stitch line of his jeans. Once his fingers moved between his legs, he began to rub his palm against the bump and roll it slowly in a circular motion. With his lips pressed tightly together, Junho held the deep moan back as it rumbled in his throat. His erection jumped from the stronger touch, his fingers gripping the swollen shaft through his pants, making it pronounced against the fabric.
Junho could feel his fingers beginning to sweat while he held the camera, the van's temperature starting to increase to an uncomfortable level. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head, letting it hang off his other arm which held the camera and leaned back against the seat. Teasing, he brought the camera to his sweaty chest, capturing the flex of his abdominal muscles when he squeezed his erection. Soft pants left Junho's lips when he began to work his hand faster before popping open the button on his pants.
The lens focused on his lips as he licked over the swelling flesh, his tongue wetting it and making the thick flesh shine. Biting into his lip to silence his moans, Junho brought the camera back to his crotch, tugging down the zipper and wiggling his hips to pull his pants down his thighs, just enough for his tight black briefs to be seen. His eyes rolled when he spotted the wet spot already forming over the tip where the material rubbed against it. Junho brought the camera lower to zoom in, his finger stroking the slit to pull a thread of pre-cum from the tip. He chewed on his lip when the sight of his own arousal excited him, making his cock twitch beneath his boxers.
Droplets of sweat slid down his cheeks and moved down his chest, following the dips of his muscles. His chest rose and fell with his quickened breathing from his teasing around his hardened dick. Junho peeked out of the window, not a person in sight, before pulling the waistband down and watching as his cock stood up proudly. Pre-cum oozed from the tip, smeared over the tight skin and making it glisten under the sunlight. Using the clear fluid as lubricant, Junho began to slowly pump his thick erection and a soft moan escaped his lips.
He started to rock his hips off the seat to thrust himself through his fingers, his palm hitting the base of his shaft with each movement. His eyes rolled back into his head when small moans left his parted lips, the pleasure swelling inside his abdomen. Junho's fingers slid up to the tip and his thumb brushed up against the slit, rubbing in the pre-cum while teasing the throbbing head.
The camera shook slightly in his grip as he began to quicken his pace, the need to release growing rapidly inside him. His back arched off the seat and Junho forgot about where he was as he jerked himself off. The sound of his heart pounded in his ears, blocking out the noises going on outside the van as he remained in his own world of heated pleasure. “Fuck... Mmm...”
Sinking his teeth hard into his lip, Junho fisted his hard cock and the sound of his wet shaft being stroked echoed inside the small space. His legs spread while he thrust up quickly, pounding his erection hard into his hand. He gripped the camera tight while keeping the lens pointed at his length. Junho watched as his muscles grew rigid and the bumps of his abdomen stood out even more as the heat gathered inside his lower body.
He let out his moans freely, the loud sounds filling the van as every pant was caught by the camera. His body tensed when he jerked his hand quickly, tugging on the pulsing cock before his voice spilled out in a deep, heavy moan. Thick white ribbons of cum shot up from the head of his shaft, dropping down onto his stomach and dripping over his fingers as Junho pumped out the milky fluid.
Panting harshly, he squeezed the tip to push out the rest of his cum before reaching over to the tissues, pulling out a few to clean himself off. He laid his exhausted and sweaty body back against the seat, waiting to calm his breathing before pulling his tight pants back onto his hips. Powering down the camera, Junho redressed himself and slipped out of the van, tossing the soiled tissues.
“Here,” he grumbled as he handed Chansung the small camera, seeing the maknae's eyes widen.
“You actually did it?”
“I did, now shut up.”
Junho left the tall boy and finished the schedules with the rest of the group, missing the wonder going on in Chansung's mind. The maknae was too curious now, the video tugging at his mind and distracting him. He wasn't sure if Junho was just playing with him or not, but judging by the reddened cheeks and slight disarray of the older male's clothing, Chansung was sure that he was in for some quality footage.
It wasn't the smartest idea that the maknae had ever had but he figured that if Junho had just joked around, it wouldn't matter that he watched the video on the living room couch with Junsu sitting by his feet on the floor. Chansung's jaw dropped when he quickly found himself proved wrong by the footage flashing in front of his eyes. The heat from his laptop only worsened his throbbing erection bulging up at the crotch of his pants. Luckily for him, Junsu was too absorbed in whatever he was watching on tv that he didn't notice the maknae absent-mindlessly stroking himself through his pants.
Junho stepped into the room and his eyes widened as he spotted the younger male, quickly walking over to him and snatching the laptop, carrying it back to his room.
“Junho!” the maknae cried out in disappointment as he cock wept for attention, the video being taken from his grip. He quickly got up and followed after Junho, whining softly as he was stopped in the doorway. “Junho, please give that back.”
“Chansung!” the small male hissed quietly, “Why are you watching that out in the open?! I'll kill you!” Junho tried to keep his voice down while being enraged.
“Just please give it back...”
Junho shook his head firmly and closed the door, leaving the maknae standing in front of it with his erection pressing against his pants. Chansung glanced around before quickly bolting to the bathroom and locking the door. He stripped himself of his pants and started to stroke himself rapidly, not being able to wait any longer. “Junho... J-Junho...”
He let the quiet moans fall from his lips, keeping them at a whisper incase anyone had their ear pressed to the door. After biting his lip hard, Chansung released his thick load in his hand as he came. He looked at himself in the mirror, glancing at his rosy cheeks and smiling in satisfaction, “Next time, I'll dare him to play with his ass.”
Chansung left the bathroom and skipped towards the older male's room, “Hey Junho, let's play truth or dare!”