Adrenaline
Title: Adrenaline
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Junho is too much of a spoiled emperor and only one person can take that egoist nature away.
Author's Note: ouo
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
Junho stormed down the hallway, heading back towards their change room while the other members followed behind, Chansung being the closest. They trailed behind quietly, not wanting to provoke the annoyed male until the maknae grabbed Junho by the wrist and pulled him back. The rest continued on and Chansung dragged the smaller male into an empty room.
“What the f-” Junho's sentence was cut off by the younger member's lips, sealing them closed. It was the only way to shut the emperor up as Chansung slammed him against the wall.
The older male didn't resist, taking the abuse to his lips as the maknae crushed them under his own. Junho's body was hot, heated from his anger and newly forming lust created by the start up actions. He knew what was coming and he openly welcomed it.
Not everything goes as well as it looks like while on stage performing. Sometimes, the spotlights are off, or the microphone isn't up as loud. These things are what Junho easily picks up because he's just like that. The attention, “that little whore loves it,” said Chansung one night after an incident.
Which is how they ended up where they were currently. Junho hadn't gotten his spotlight while he was singing and it threw him into a fit of rage only seen by others backstage. Everyone had to deal with him when he got like this. Growing used to the selfishness, the other members didn't care to engage once Chansung had stepped in the second time the scene came across them. Junho was normally calm but the stage meant everything to him. He wanted to shine, to stand out and make a name for himself. By now, the title of “Rain's double” had passed on but the thoughts in his own mind still lingered. He wanted to be known as “Junho” and only that.
No one knew the methods Chansung had taken that first time when they were alone, only hearing Junho's angered grunts behind a closed door. If they have only known that the sounds weren't from the emperor's fighting with the maknae, but submission.
Submission Junho was now demonstrating as Chansung threaded his fingers through his hair, having a tight grip and yanking on it. The smaller body was pressed up against the wall, his back to the maknae as the tall member took his angry pulsing cock and slowly thrust it inside Junho's tight hole. Painful broken cries left Junho's lips, feeling the thick meaty shaft sliding into his body, spreading it open to accommodate for the size; something he was never used to.
His dull nails clawed at the wall, his heated cheeks rubbing against it from the way Chansung moved behind him. He could hear the way his hips smacked against his bare cheeks and as he closed his eyes, he felt all too much. The grinding of the maknae's throbbing, swollen cock against his stretched walls and clenching muscles. He could always feel when each ring was penetrated as Chansung pushed the tip in and widened his hole.
“Do you like that?” Chansung said in a growl, his tone dripping with lust when he felt the soft walls twitch around his length. “I said, do you like that, you little whore?”
The thick fingers holding Junho's hair pulled roughly, making him yelp out in pain. Talking down to him was only one of the ways that settled his hugely flaring ego when he was angered. Chansung brought out the worst and best of him, all with one single blow. “Y-yes, I love it.”
“Tell me what you love, whore.”
Junho's eyes rolled into the back of his head from the pulling and pushing he was receiving. The harder the maknae pounded into him, the more tug there was on his hair as he arched his back . His muscles began to throb from the painful thrusting but he loved it. “I-I love your big cock... F-fucking my ass.” Junho knew what to say by now, trained like a pet to please his master. In a way, he was. He was a slave to Chansung's cock. It was a drug to settle his anger.
“Good.”
Chansung clenched his teeth as he delivered a harsh smack to the smaller male's cheek, the skin reddening in an instant while Junho cried out. He felt the throbbing already, knowing it was already going to be painful to sit and his head would ache from all the pulling that Chansung was doing to his hair. Things like would would keep him silent during the ride home and he would quietly crawl into bed without a fuss.
The older male threw his head back once he felt the head of the thick cock hit his prostate, making his body tense up and his walls twitch. It was something he couldn't hide, as much as he would've liked to because once Chansung had found that bundle of nerves, he would pound against it relentlessly until Junho came. He wanted it to last longer and the selfishness he still held for making the other member's wait vanished once the maknae rammed against his spot, sending him into a whirl of blinding white light.
He filled the front of his pants with the thick seed as it spurt from the head of his erection, still trapped inside his boxers. Junho hated being able to come by having his prostrate aggravated from the attention he received but Chansung made it worth it.
Seconds later, Junho was shoved onto his knees and forced to open his mouth as he was decorated in the hot, milky ribbons that Chansung spilled from his own release. He never knew why his mouth stayed open when the maknae angled the sticky cum to land all over his face but he occasionally tasted the bitter cream when it landed on his tongue.
His eyes met with tired, satisfied ones when Chansung leaned on his hand against the wall above him, still lazily pumping his slowly softening cock to rid himself of the last few drops of his release. A small smile crept onto Junho's lips and the maknae brushed his fingers through his sweaty, messy hair. “Good boy.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Junho is too much of a spoiled emperor and only one person can take that egoist nature away.
Author's Note: ouo
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
Junho stormed down the hallway, heading back towards their change room while the other members followed behind, Chansung being the closest. They trailed behind quietly, not wanting to provoke the annoyed male until the maknae grabbed Junho by the wrist and pulled him back. The rest continued on and Chansung dragged the smaller male into an empty room.
“What the f-” Junho's sentence was cut off by the younger member's lips, sealing them closed. It was the only way to shut the emperor up as Chansung slammed him against the wall.
The older male didn't resist, taking the abuse to his lips as the maknae crushed them under his own. Junho's body was hot, heated from his anger and newly forming lust created by the start up actions. He knew what was coming and he openly welcomed it.
Not everything goes as well as it looks like while on stage performing. Sometimes, the spotlights are off, or the microphone isn't up as loud. These things are what Junho easily picks up because he's just like that. The attention, “that little whore loves it,” said Chansung one night after an incident.
Which is how they ended up where they were currently. Junho hadn't gotten his spotlight while he was singing and it threw him into a fit of rage only seen by others backstage. Everyone had to deal with him when he got like this. Growing used to the selfishness, the other members didn't care to engage once Chansung had stepped in the second time the scene came across them. Junho was normally calm but the stage meant everything to him. He wanted to shine, to stand out and make a name for himself. By now, the title of “Rain's double” had passed on but the thoughts in his own mind still lingered. He wanted to be known as “Junho” and only that.
No one knew the methods Chansung had taken that first time when they were alone, only hearing Junho's angered grunts behind a closed door. If they have only known that the sounds weren't from the emperor's fighting with the maknae, but submission.
Submission Junho was now demonstrating as Chansung threaded his fingers through his hair, having a tight grip and yanking on it. The smaller body was pressed up against the wall, his back to the maknae as the tall member took his angry pulsing cock and slowly thrust it inside Junho's tight hole. Painful broken cries left Junho's lips, feeling the thick meaty shaft sliding into his body, spreading it open to accommodate for the size; something he was never used to.
His dull nails clawed at the wall, his heated cheeks rubbing against it from the way Chansung moved behind him. He could hear the way his hips smacked against his bare cheeks and as he closed his eyes, he felt all too much. The grinding of the maknae's throbbing, swollen cock against his stretched walls and clenching muscles. He could always feel when each ring was penetrated as Chansung pushed the tip in and widened his hole.
“Do you like that?” Chansung said in a growl, his tone dripping with lust when he felt the soft walls twitch around his length. “I said, do you like that, you little whore?”
The thick fingers holding Junho's hair pulled roughly, making him yelp out in pain. Talking down to him was only one of the ways that settled his hugely flaring ego when he was angered. Chansung brought out the worst and best of him, all with one single blow. “Y-yes, I love it.”
“Tell me what you love, whore.”
Junho's eyes rolled into the back of his head from the pulling and pushing he was receiving. The harder the maknae pounded into him, the more tug there was on his hair as he arched his back . His muscles began to throb from the painful thrusting but he loved it. “I-I love your big cock... F-fucking my ass.” Junho knew what to say by now, trained like a pet to please his master. In a way, he was. He was a slave to Chansung's cock. It was a drug to settle his anger.
“Good.”
Chansung clenched his teeth as he delivered a harsh smack to the smaller male's cheek, the skin reddening in an instant while Junho cried out. He felt the throbbing already, knowing it was already going to be painful to sit and his head would ache from all the pulling that Chansung was doing to his hair. Things like would would keep him silent during the ride home and he would quietly crawl into bed without a fuss.
The older male threw his head back once he felt the head of the thick cock hit his prostate, making his body tense up and his walls twitch. It was something he couldn't hide, as much as he would've liked to because once Chansung had found that bundle of nerves, he would pound against it relentlessly until Junho came. He wanted it to last longer and the selfishness he still held for making the other member's wait vanished once the maknae rammed against his spot, sending him into a whirl of blinding white light.
He filled the front of his pants with the thick seed as it spurt from the head of his erection, still trapped inside his boxers. Junho hated being able to come by having his prostrate aggravated from the attention he received but Chansung made it worth it.
Seconds later, Junho was shoved onto his knees and forced to open his mouth as he was decorated in the hot, milky ribbons that Chansung spilled from his own release. He never knew why his mouth stayed open when the maknae angled the sticky cum to land all over his face but he occasionally tasted the bitter cream when it landed on his tongue.
His eyes met with tired, satisfied ones when Chansung leaned on his hand against the wall above him, still lazily pumping his slowly softening cock to rid himself of the last few drops of his release. A small smile crept onto Junho's lips and the maknae brushed his fingers through his sweaty, messy hair. “Good boy.”