Just Married
Title: Just Married
Length: One-shot
Pairing: MinChun
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Changmin gets home late and finds Yoochun asleep on the couch. pwp.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALLY ♥
I had planned to post this earlier, but my parents decided your birthday was a good time to take away my laptop >_________________>
I read your post, and alfjaklhglk DON'T FEEL SAD! It's your birthday *gives enough hugs to make up for everything*
Anyway, it's smut, because you're older now, lol. still not really old enough according to the rating... but it's not like that has ever stopped you xD
This is not all I made for you, but yeah, parents... >_<. Hope to post something else today, if not you'll get it soon, promise.
LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!! *leaves out the 'foreverestest' because you should know by now*
Just Married
Changmin opened the door as quietly as he could. Even though he knew that Yoochun was probably in their bedroom and it wasn’t likely that he heard the front door open from there.
Actually it wasn’t likely that he would hear anything at all, Yoochun was a heavy sleeper, in the most adorable way. But still, he already felt guilty for coming home this late, he didn’t want to risk feeling guilty for waking him as well.
He took off his coat and shoes and almost threw his bag in some corner, but stopped himself just in time and put it down quietly. Stupid job. He enjoyed it, but he’d been home this late for three days in a row now, so yes, stupid job.
He walked to the kitchen and when he opened the fridge to get a light snack he found his dinner there. That was it, tomorrow he would just go home early, no matter how much work he still had to finish. If Yoochun cooked for him, then he had to be home to eat.
But Yoochun himself was more important than food of course, how could he have walked to the fridge before even checking on him?
Changmin walked through the living room and had already raised his hand to open the bedroom door when he heard a soft sound from the direction of the couch.
And only now did he notice that it was strange that the lights were still on. Was Yoochun still here? He tiptoed to the couch.
Yes, Yoochun was there, demonstrating what Changmin meant by adorable sleeping.
Yoochun was hugging a pillow to his chest and had curled himself around it, lying on his side, mouth slightly opened. Every now and then he made little noises, indicating he was dreaming. They were the cutest thing Changmin had ever heard.
He watched Yoochun’s chest move slowly with his even breathing. Had Yoochun wanted to stay up for him? To wait?
Yoochun made and saved him dinner and waited for him to come home. Changmin already felt guilty, so all this added was the warm fuzzy feeling of having a home you long to go back to.
He kneeled next to Yoochun’s head and considered getting him a blanket. The couch was too short for Yoochun to stretch his legs and it could never be as comfortable as their bed. Changmin wanted him to be as comfortable as possible and also next to him, the couch was too small for that.
Trying to lift him up and carry him was not going to be very easy, so it would probably just be a rough way of waking him. Better wake him gently now then.
His hand left for Yoochun’s shoulder but somehow ended up touching his bottom lip, Changmin stared as he swiped his thumb across it and Yoochun made a little noise again.
Changmin leaned forward, but paused when he felt Yoochun’s calm breath hit his face. He stared at the manly beauty that was his, before closing the rest of the distance and pressing their lips together.
Yoochun moved but didn’t wake up, he did seem to regain a bit of his consciousness though, as he moved one of his hands up and blindly and weakly pushed at Changmin’s shoulder.
Changmin grabbed his wrist and continued his kiss.
“Mmmo.” Yoochun tried to speak against his lips now, he pulled back. “Nnno, no, I’m en..gaged.” His eyes were still closed and Changmin knew that the only reason he was even reacting was because he’d probably not been asleep for too long yet, usually it would take a lot more to get Yoochun to wake up.
He smiled. “No you’re not.” And after saying that he kissed him again, this time tasting Yoochun’s lips with his tongue.
Yoochun’s eyes snapped open and he tried to push Changmin away again. “I am!”
When he recognised Changmin he immediately dropped his hands and his eyes widened.
Changmin chuckled. “No, we’re not engaged anymore, we got married. I’m worried about our anniversaries if you can’t even remember that for a week.”
Yoochun pulled a face. “Don’t laugh at me, give me time to get used to the idea. And I was half asleep!”
Changmin chuckled again and moved forward until their noses touched. “I know”, he said softly, “thank you for wanting to stay true even in your sleep, I could have been a stranger.”
“You’re late.” Yoochun said, and Changmin quickly kissed him before he could say more to ruin the mood.
Yoochun followed the kiss, moaning softly when their tongues touched, and by the end of it Changmin was half hard.
But Yoochun still demanded and explanation with his eyes, even though lust was burning in them and he was panting a bit.
Changmin sighed. “I have to get this done in time, do you want me to miss our honeymoon?” he emphasised the magic word that could paint Yoochun’s cheeks red and make the bulge in his pants grow, which it did now too.
He smiled, he was excited as well, but they still had to wait another week. That didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun now though.
Yoochun yelped when Changmin suddenly grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them to the armrest of the couch, pushing him down on his back and lying down on top of him.
His mouth immediately found Yoochun’s neck and Yoochun arched into him with a moan of his name.
“Minnie...”
“Call me hubby.”
“No wa-ah! No way.”
Changmin smiled but continued to nibble on Yoochun’s collar bone, one hand releasing a wrist and sliding down over his body. The volume of Yoochun’s moans increased.
When it cupped the bulge in his pants Yoochun gasped and bucked up into it.
“So eager.” Changmin chuckled. “Do you know what time it is? I have worked all day.”
Yoochun bit his lip against another moan and looked at him, almost apologetic.
Changmin rolled his eyes. “I was kidding, you idiot. And even if I wasn’t, I’m the one who started this.”
“C-continue, bastard”, Yoochun said.
Changmin squeezed his erection through his pants, Yoochun cried out.
“I really do prefer hubby.”
Yoochun ignored that and tried to shift - so there would be more room for Changmin - and take off his pants at the same time. They almost fell off the couch together.
“Let’s take this somewhere else”, Changmin said, and he stood up.
Yoochun followed him to the bedroom door, but he took off his shirt on the way and when Changmin turned and reached for the handle he saw him push his pants and boxers down his thighs, cock completely hard and visible already.
He pounced.
The floor was definitely more spacious than the couch, and the soft carpet made it just about comfortable enough.
“Off”, Yoochun said right before Changmin’s tongue invaded his mouth, he tugged on Changmin’s clothes and Changmin reluctantly broke away from the kiss and quickly got rid of them.
He grabbed Yoochun’s cock and stroked, the tip was already shiny.
Yoochun arched his back, his mouth open wide.
“Miiin”, he whined.
Changmin kissed him again, hard and wet. He doubled the pace of his hand, and occasionally gave Yoochun’s throbbing length an extra squeeze.
Yoochun screamed into his mouth, arched even higher, and splattered come on his stomach. Changmin moaned with him in the aftermath, incredibly turned on by any sound that left Yoochun’s mouth.
When Yoochun’s breath had calmed down enough to allow him to speak he said: “Give it to me rough, I still want to feel you tomorrow”, and spread his legs, bending his knees.
Changmin’s cock twitched.
He slid his hand over Yoochun’s stomach, collecting precome to coat his fingers and cock. Two fingers at once and for a few seconds was all Yoochun got before Changmin’s hard cock prodded his entrance.
Yoochun rolled his hips to urge Changmin on.
“Crazy”, Changmin commented, but then he slammed his hips forward and settled into Yoochun’s tight heat in a few powerful thrusts.
Yoochun screamed, his nails digging into Changmin’s forearms.
“You... okay?” Changmin panted close to his ear.
Yoochun wound his arms and legs around him and pulled him closer in response.
Changmin moved his hips back a bit and then moved them forward again. This time Yoochun’s entire body trembled as he cried out, his cock was back to full hardness after three such thrusts.
Changmin concentrated on the amazing feeling of Yoochun around him. He closed his eyes and panted and moaned against Yoochun’s neck.
Yoochun’s hips rose to meet every thrust and he screamed in pleasure, clutching at the body above him and head back against the carpet.
“Min... faster...” The words ended in moans and Changmin gasped as Yoochun clenched around him.
“S-shit.. Chun.” He snapped his hips forward almost twice as fast and cried out in time with the sound of skin slapping on skin.
But he didn’t want this to be over yet. He stopped moving, ignored Yoochun’s protests and lay down on top of him.
Yoochun yelped when Changmin suddenly rolled them over and he was on top. Changmin grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a needy kiss, shifting his hips a bit and making Yoochun shudder above him.
With shaking legs Yoochun lifted himself up a bit and dropped back down, gasping and moaning when the head of Changmin’s long, hard cock immediately pressed against his prostate again.
“You can.. fuck me harder.. than that, baby.” Changmin said against Yoochun’s lips.
Yoochun bit on his bottom lip to wipe the smirk off his face and sat up.
He put his hands on Changmin’s chest and rode him for real, head thrown back, mouth open in a constant moan mixed with little screams and nails digging into his skin.
Changmin placed his hands on Yoochun’s hips to pull him down on his cock faster and watched himself disappear inside Yoochun’s tight hole for a while.
When the sensation became too much he threw his head back as well and cried out every time Yoochun’s body met his.
Through his fluttering lashes he saw how sweat shone on Yoochun’s face and chest and made his hair stick together in strands. Yoochun looked down at that moment and they moaned when their eyes locked.
“M-Min...” Yoochun’s voice was heavy with lust and almost desperate.
Changmin grabbed his leaking cock that had been left bouncing between them and pumped it.
Yoochun’s head fell forward and he almost immediately curled into himself, screamed Changmin’s name and covered their bodies in come.
Changmin grabbed Yoochun’s shoulder with his other hand and pulled him down against him.
He screamed into Yoochun’s mouth, his hips jerked, and he came deep inside Yoochun’s clenching hole, letting go of Yoochun’s cock beforehand for fear of squeezing it too hard.
Yoochun seemed to be going into after-orgasm-cuddling-mode, but Changmin wasn’t done and flipped them again.
Yoochun’s fingers tangled in his hair when he pulled out and licked and kissed his way down his body.
With his hands on Yoochun’s thighs he spread his legs and took in the sight of his come seeping from the red hole for a moment. Then he leaned in and lapped it up.
“F-fuck, Min.” Yoochun pressed up against his tongue.
Changmin saved Yoochun’s cock for last and while he sucked it clean of come he felt it swell in his mouth, he smirked.
He moved up and briefly pressed his lips against Yoochun’s still slack ones. “Get ready for your third orgasm”, he said.
He ended up pounding into his husband’s pliant body from behind while Yoochun’s cheek was pressed against the floor and his hands clawed at the carpet, trying to find something to hold onto.
When Changmin was close again it took only one stroke of his hand to pull Yoochun over the edge with him.
His body shook and he screamed as his own orgasm rushed through him and he slumped down, pressing Yoochun flat on his stomach.
“Okay?” he asked against Yoochun’s cheek.
Yoochun crinkled his nose. “I’m lying in my own come.”
Changmin chuckled. “Think it'll stain the carpet?”
“Don’t care”, Yoochun mumbled, “if people come over we just move the couch here or something.”
Changmin smiled and watched how Yoochun slowly drifted off again, before remembering that they should get to the bed first.
He pressed a soft kiss to the side of Yoochun’s mouth. “Let’s go to our room.”
He sighed when he saw that Yoochun was barely conscious at this point. “Come on Chunnie.”
“Mmm”, Yoochun mumbled, “Love.. you too.”
Changmin smiled again. “I didn’t say that, but yes, I love you.”
He ended up carrying Yoochun to their bedroom anyway.
Length: One-shot
Pairing: MinChun
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Changmin gets home late and finds Yoochun asleep on the couch. pwp.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALLY ♥
I had planned to post this earlier, but my parents decided your birthday was a good time to take away my laptop >_________________>
I read your post, and alfjaklhglk DON'T FEEL SAD! It's your birthday *gives enough hugs to make up for everything*
Anyway, it's smut, because you're older now, lol. still not really old enough according to the rating... but it's not like that has ever stopped you xD
This is not all I made for you, but yeah, parents... >_<. Hope to post something else today, if not you'll get it soon, promise.
LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!! *leaves out the 'foreverestest' because you should know by now*
Just Married
Changmin opened the door as quietly as he could. Even though he knew that Yoochun was probably in their bedroom and it wasn’t likely that he heard the front door open from there.
Actually it wasn’t likely that he would hear anything at all, Yoochun was a heavy sleeper, in the most adorable way. But still, he already felt guilty for coming home this late, he didn’t want to risk feeling guilty for waking him as well.
He took off his coat and shoes and almost threw his bag in some corner, but stopped himself just in time and put it down quietly. Stupid job. He enjoyed it, but he’d been home this late for three days in a row now, so yes, stupid job.
He walked to the kitchen and when he opened the fridge to get a light snack he found his dinner there. That was it, tomorrow he would just go home early, no matter how much work he still had to finish. If Yoochun cooked for him, then he had to be home to eat.
But Yoochun himself was more important than food of course, how could he have walked to the fridge before even checking on him?
Changmin walked through the living room and had already raised his hand to open the bedroom door when he heard a soft sound from the direction of the couch.
And only now did he notice that it was strange that the lights were still on. Was Yoochun still here? He tiptoed to the couch.
Yes, Yoochun was there, demonstrating what Changmin meant by adorable sleeping.
Yoochun was hugging a pillow to his chest and had curled himself around it, lying on his side, mouth slightly opened. Every now and then he made little noises, indicating he was dreaming. They were the cutest thing Changmin had ever heard.
He watched Yoochun’s chest move slowly with his even breathing. Had Yoochun wanted to stay up for him? To wait?
Yoochun made and saved him dinner and waited for him to come home. Changmin already felt guilty, so all this added was the warm fuzzy feeling of having a home you long to go back to.
He kneeled next to Yoochun’s head and considered getting him a blanket. The couch was too short for Yoochun to stretch his legs and it could never be as comfortable as their bed. Changmin wanted him to be as comfortable as possible and also next to him, the couch was too small for that.
Trying to lift him up and carry him was not going to be very easy, so it would probably just be a rough way of waking him. Better wake him gently now then.
His hand left for Yoochun’s shoulder but somehow ended up touching his bottom lip, Changmin stared as he swiped his thumb across it and Yoochun made a little noise again.
Changmin leaned forward, but paused when he felt Yoochun’s calm breath hit his face. He stared at the manly beauty that was his, before closing the rest of the distance and pressing their lips together.
Yoochun moved but didn’t wake up, he did seem to regain a bit of his consciousness though, as he moved one of his hands up and blindly and weakly pushed at Changmin’s shoulder.
Changmin grabbed his wrist and continued his kiss.
“Mmmo.” Yoochun tried to speak against his lips now, he pulled back. “Nnno, no, I’m en..gaged.” His eyes were still closed and Changmin knew that the only reason he was even reacting was because he’d probably not been asleep for too long yet, usually it would take a lot more to get Yoochun to wake up.
He smiled. “No you’re not.” And after saying that he kissed him again, this time tasting Yoochun’s lips with his tongue.
Yoochun’s eyes snapped open and he tried to push Changmin away again. “I am!”
When he recognised Changmin he immediately dropped his hands and his eyes widened.
Changmin chuckled. “No, we’re not engaged anymore, we got married. I’m worried about our anniversaries if you can’t even remember that for a week.”
Yoochun pulled a face. “Don’t laugh at me, give me time to get used to the idea. And I was half asleep!”
Changmin chuckled again and moved forward until their noses touched. “I know”, he said softly, “thank you for wanting to stay true even in your sleep, I could have been a stranger.”
“You’re late.” Yoochun said, and Changmin quickly kissed him before he could say more to ruin the mood.
Yoochun followed the kiss, moaning softly when their tongues touched, and by the end of it Changmin was half hard.
But Yoochun still demanded and explanation with his eyes, even though lust was burning in them and he was panting a bit.
Changmin sighed. “I have to get this done in time, do you want me to miss our honeymoon?” he emphasised the magic word that could paint Yoochun’s cheeks red and make the bulge in his pants grow, which it did now too.
He smiled, he was excited as well, but they still had to wait another week. That didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun now though.
Yoochun yelped when Changmin suddenly grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them to the armrest of the couch, pushing him down on his back and lying down on top of him.
His mouth immediately found Yoochun’s neck and Yoochun arched into him with a moan of his name.
“Minnie...”
“Call me hubby.”
“No wa-ah! No way.”
Changmin smiled but continued to nibble on Yoochun’s collar bone, one hand releasing a wrist and sliding down over his body. The volume of Yoochun’s moans increased.
When it cupped the bulge in his pants Yoochun gasped and bucked up into it.
“So eager.” Changmin chuckled. “Do you know what time it is? I have worked all day.”
Yoochun bit his lip against another moan and looked at him, almost apologetic.
Changmin rolled his eyes. “I was kidding, you idiot. And even if I wasn’t, I’m the one who started this.”
“C-continue, bastard”, Yoochun said.
Changmin squeezed his erection through his pants, Yoochun cried out.
“I really do prefer hubby.”
Yoochun ignored that and tried to shift - so there would be more room for Changmin - and take off his pants at the same time. They almost fell off the couch together.
“Let’s take this somewhere else”, Changmin said, and he stood up.
Yoochun followed him to the bedroom door, but he took off his shirt on the way and when Changmin turned and reached for the handle he saw him push his pants and boxers down his thighs, cock completely hard and visible already.
He pounced.
The floor was definitely more spacious than the couch, and the soft carpet made it just about comfortable enough.
“Off”, Yoochun said right before Changmin’s tongue invaded his mouth, he tugged on Changmin’s clothes and Changmin reluctantly broke away from the kiss and quickly got rid of them.
He grabbed Yoochun’s cock and stroked, the tip was already shiny.
Yoochun arched his back, his mouth open wide.
“Miiin”, he whined.
Changmin kissed him again, hard and wet. He doubled the pace of his hand, and occasionally gave Yoochun’s throbbing length an extra squeeze.
Yoochun screamed into his mouth, arched even higher, and splattered come on his stomach. Changmin moaned with him in the aftermath, incredibly turned on by any sound that left Yoochun’s mouth.
When Yoochun’s breath had calmed down enough to allow him to speak he said: “Give it to me rough, I still want to feel you tomorrow”, and spread his legs, bending his knees.
Changmin’s cock twitched.
He slid his hand over Yoochun’s stomach, collecting precome to coat his fingers and cock. Two fingers at once and for a few seconds was all Yoochun got before Changmin’s hard cock prodded his entrance.
Yoochun rolled his hips to urge Changmin on.
“Crazy”, Changmin commented, but then he slammed his hips forward and settled into Yoochun’s tight heat in a few powerful thrusts.
Yoochun screamed, his nails digging into Changmin’s forearms.
“You... okay?” Changmin panted close to his ear.
Yoochun wound his arms and legs around him and pulled him closer in response.
Changmin moved his hips back a bit and then moved them forward again. This time Yoochun’s entire body trembled as he cried out, his cock was back to full hardness after three such thrusts.
Changmin concentrated on the amazing feeling of Yoochun around him. He closed his eyes and panted and moaned against Yoochun’s neck.
Yoochun’s hips rose to meet every thrust and he screamed in pleasure, clutching at the body above him and head back against the carpet.
“Min... faster...” The words ended in moans and Changmin gasped as Yoochun clenched around him.
“S-shit.. Chun.” He snapped his hips forward almost twice as fast and cried out in time with the sound of skin slapping on skin.
But he didn’t want this to be over yet. He stopped moving, ignored Yoochun’s protests and lay down on top of him.
Yoochun yelped when Changmin suddenly rolled them over and he was on top. Changmin grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a needy kiss, shifting his hips a bit and making Yoochun shudder above him.
With shaking legs Yoochun lifted himself up a bit and dropped back down, gasping and moaning when the head of Changmin’s long, hard cock immediately pressed against his prostate again.
“You can.. fuck me harder.. than that, baby.” Changmin said against Yoochun’s lips.
Yoochun bit on his bottom lip to wipe the smirk off his face and sat up.
He put his hands on Changmin’s chest and rode him for real, head thrown back, mouth open in a constant moan mixed with little screams and nails digging into his skin.
Changmin placed his hands on Yoochun’s hips to pull him down on his cock faster and watched himself disappear inside Yoochun’s tight hole for a while.
When the sensation became too much he threw his head back as well and cried out every time Yoochun’s body met his.
Through his fluttering lashes he saw how sweat shone on Yoochun’s face and chest and made his hair stick together in strands. Yoochun looked down at that moment and they moaned when their eyes locked.
“M-Min...” Yoochun’s voice was heavy with lust and almost desperate.
Changmin grabbed his leaking cock that had been left bouncing between them and pumped it.
Yoochun’s head fell forward and he almost immediately curled into himself, screamed Changmin’s name and covered their bodies in come.
Changmin grabbed Yoochun’s shoulder with his other hand and pulled him down against him.
He screamed into Yoochun’s mouth, his hips jerked, and he came deep inside Yoochun’s clenching hole, letting go of Yoochun’s cock beforehand for fear of squeezing it too hard.
Yoochun seemed to be going into after-orgasm-cuddling-mode, but Changmin wasn’t done and flipped them again.
Yoochun’s fingers tangled in his hair when he pulled out and licked and kissed his way down his body.
With his hands on Yoochun’s thighs he spread his legs and took in the sight of his come seeping from the red hole for a moment. Then he leaned in and lapped it up.
“F-fuck, Min.” Yoochun pressed up against his tongue.
Changmin saved Yoochun’s cock for last and while he sucked it clean of come he felt it swell in his mouth, he smirked.
He moved up and briefly pressed his lips against Yoochun’s still slack ones. “Get ready for your third orgasm”, he said.
He ended up pounding into his husband’s pliant body from behind while Yoochun’s cheek was pressed against the floor and his hands clawed at the carpet, trying to find something to hold onto.
When Changmin was close again it took only one stroke of his hand to pull Yoochun over the edge with him.
His body shook and he screamed as his own orgasm rushed through him and he slumped down, pressing Yoochun flat on his stomach.
“Okay?” he asked against Yoochun’s cheek.
Yoochun crinkled his nose. “I’m lying in my own come.”
Changmin chuckled. “Think it'll stain the carpet?”
“Don’t care”, Yoochun mumbled, “if people come over we just move the couch here or something.”
Changmin smiled and watched how Yoochun slowly drifted off again, before remembering that they should get to the bed first.
He pressed a soft kiss to the side of Yoochun’s mouth. “Let’s go to our room.”
He sighed when he saw that Yoochun was barely conscious at this point. “Come on Chunnie.”
“Mmm”, Yoochun mumbled, “Love.. you too.”
Changmin smiled again. “I didn’t say that, but yes, I love you.”
He ended up carrying Yoochun to their bedroom anyway.