b1a4 drabbles; jinyoung/everyone
Pairing: Jinyoung / Everyone
Word Count: 1552
Summary: Tales of Jinyoung's various sexual encounters with his members.
Rating: NC-17 (for sex, sex, sex)
As the hot water ran over both their bodies and fog covered the glass walls, it made it too easy for Jinyoung to wrap his hand tightly around Junghwan’s desperate cock. This had definitely been one of his better ideas. Never one for being quiet, Junghwan started whimpering before Jinyoung even began stroking him. Jinyoung pressed his lips against the younger male’s ear and whispered, “Shhh, do you want everyone to hear?” and started leaving tiny kisses on his neck. He squeezed Junghwan’s length lightly and ran a thumb over the leaking slit.
Trying his hardest not to yelp, Junghwan shook his head, “Ah, h-hyung… I…” He’s not even sure what he’s wanting to say but Jinyoung smiles softly at him, as if he understands anyway. “W-will you kiss me?” Jinyoung obliges. Somehow, his lips felt even softer than usual. Moans transferred from Junghwan’s mouth into Jinyoung’s and actually being able to feel them made his own length desired to be touched. He ran his fingers through Junghwan’s wet hair and started pumping the younger male quicker. This caused his cries to go up an octave and Jinyoung’s heart to race.
Jinyoung looked Junghwan straight in the eye and told him truthfully, “I hope you know how beautiful I think you are…” He could see the orgasm rising in Junghwan, just from the look on his face. The steam seemed second rate, compared to the heat their bodies were creating. It didn’t take much longer for Junghwan to shudder into Jinyoung’s hand and release on his stomach. Thankfully, they were in the shower, so clean up was easy. Leaning his head up against the wall, Junghwan closed his eyes and grinned, barely able to mutter, “O-okay, what can I do for you, hyung?”
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His hands were soft and rough at the same time, much like the rest of his body. Jinyoung knew this, because he had fallen asleep on Sunwoo's pillowy abs too many times to count. He had kissed them so often, he might as well have a permanent imprint on his lips. Though, that goes for the rest of his body too, Jinyoung thinks, as he glances down and watches Sunwoo go to work on his cock. Despite being busy eagerly licking Jinyoung's length, Sunwoo looks up to see Jinyoung staring and biting his lip. Sunwoo pulls the older male's cock out of his mouth, which makes a small pop sound and Jinyoung winces at the cold air. “Enjoying the show, hyung?” Sunwoo asks, giving a smirk that Jinyoung just wants to fuck off.
“Yes, very much so. If you'd get back to it, please, I'd appreciate it a lot,” he shot him a look that Sunwoo was far too familiar with. It was mostly kept for use during rehearsals or recording, the look that said now is not the time to play around. Seeing it in the bedroom was kind of sexy, but still irritating nonetheless for the trickster.
Sunwoo rolls his eyes and mutters you're no fun, before taking Jinyoung's much appreciative cock back into his mouth. He dragged his teeth lightly up his length and Jinyoung couldn't help but notice that his new teeth felt different comparatively so. Honestly, his too long, crooked teeth were nicer for these sort of things, but Jinyoung would never say anything, being as the subject was still a sore one for Sunwoo. These thoughts rush out of his mind, when his balls are softly massaged, making him whimper. “F-fuck, Sunwoo...” he cries, his eyes clenching shut and his hips bucking into the rapper's mouth. Grabbing tufts of his newly dark hair, Jinyoung thrusts and thrusts, until he releases hard into Sunwoo's throat. He shoots him a sweet smile, while wiping the cum off his lips, and Jinyoung realizes that teeth are a stupid thing to care about.
He falls asleep on Sunwoo's stomach, for the umpteenth time.
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A shiver ran down Jinyoung's spine as Shinwoo shoved him on to the bed and positioned him, so that his ass was in the air. With his teeth, he clung to the pillow, needing a place to scream into, in case the others could hear (though they were all well aware what the oldest members were up to). Shinwoo didn't even bother taking off their shirts, wanting to hurry up and get the job done. In one seemingly fell swoop, the older man removed both their pants and underwear, discarding them somewhere, anywhere. It didn't matter.
Shinwoo came off as a very timid, awkward person, and he was most of the time, but not where it counted, and Jinyoung was grateful, because he was way too attractive and there was no way he could keep his hands off him.
An almost devious grin slid its way across Shinwoo's visage, making Jinyoung instantly hard. The older male grabbed a hold of Jinyoung's throat, as he rubbed his cock against his entrance teasingly. “Do you want this? Tell me you're mine and I'll give it to you. I'll give it to you, til you stain these sheets with your cum.”
“Y-yes, I-I'm yours, take me, please, Shinwoo, o-oh, god...” Jinyoung felt silly and embarrassed to say such things, but getting Shinwoo's amazing cock was always more important than his stupid pride.
He bit down on the pillow as Shinwoo slammed into him without any warning. It made him yelp anyway, it always did. Thankfully, Shinwoo didn't care, he enjoyed the way Jinyoung sounded, otherwise he would have punished him. But knowing his dongsaeng, he would have just liked it anyway.
Skin slapping against skin and a repentance of Shinwoo's name made up the soundtrack to this conquest, as it usually did. Jinyoung's whimpers could be compared to his singing falsetto and it turned Shinwoo on like nothing else. He continued to thrust into him, faster and faster, as he found his pace and angled it so that he was hitting a certain familiar spot that he knew all too well.
It didn't take very long for Jinyoung to quiver and start clenching around Shinwoo. He always came too easily with him. It only took a couple of erratic strokes and he released on the sheets, just like he was promised. Not even a moment later, Shinwoo did the same, shuttering, panting, gasping, before collapsing on top of Jinyoung, holding him close, automatically switching back to the sweet umma that Jinyoung knew and loved.
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“You want me to eat your what? Your... ass...? But hyung... you don't have an ass to eat.”
Jinyoung's almond shaped eyes furrowed in annoyance, making it seem as if he didn't have any eyes at all. But he could see the maknae perfectly well and he made a note to ravage him at a later time.
“I do too have an ass... will you just do it, please?” he begged, not really typical fashion for the leader, but it seemed to happen more often than not for Chanshik, who was stubborn. It drove him mad, he loved it. “When I have ever asked you to do anything for me?” He gave a small pout, hoping his cuteness would work on him.
But no.
“Hyung, you just asked me to suck you off an hour ago...”
“...Please?”
“Ugh... fine. But is this sanitary? It sounds kind of gr-” Jinyoung quickly shut him up with a rough kiss and a palming to his clothed crotch. He always got his way in the end.
“So... how do I do this?” Chanshik asked awkwardly, hovering in between Jinyoung's spread legs.
Even though Jinyoung had done this a few times, he found it hard to explain. “Uhm... have you ever gone down on a girl before?”
The look Chanshik shot his hyung said did you seriously just ask that and Jinyoung waved his hands, trying to rub his mistake away, “O-okay I'm sorry... uhm... just... kiss it? But don't bite it...” Lying his head back down on the pillow, he hoped this would be worth it. He enjoyed rimming (probably too much) and he enjoyed Chanshik (definitely too much) and he wanted the two things to go well together, but he wasn't sure.
Oh, it was worth it alright.
He almost bit his lip off, as Chanshik dragged his tongue achingly slow, in hesitance, across Jinyoung's entrance, then as he realized that it was just like any other spot of skin on the leader's body, he lapped at it eagerly, digging his nails into the older male's hips, leaving bright red indentions.
Chanshik started to experiment on Jinyoung, wanting to know what caused the loudest moans. Sweet, soft kisses (quiet whimpers), lightly blowing on his entrance (a shiver and a hissed mumble of his name) or fucking him with his tongue (hips bucking, heels digging into the sheets, fingers running through his hair, loud gasping for more).
After it became too much to take, Jinyoung sat up and grabbed Chanshik by the shoulders, muttering and panting, “Come here, you~” flipping themselves so that he was on top of him, eager to return the favor. There was no way he going to let himself cum, before he fucked the kid senseless.
Word Count: 1552
Summary: Tales of Jinyoung's various sexual encounters with his members.
Rating: NC-17 (for sex, sex, sex)
As the hot water ran over both their bodies and fog covered the glass walls, it made it too easy for Jinyoung to wrap his hand tightly around Junghwan’s desperate cock. This had definitely been one of his better ideas. Never one for being quiet, Junghwan started whimpering before Jinyoung even began stroking him. Jinyoung pressed his lips against the younger male’s ear and whispered, “Shhh, do you want everyone to hear?” and started leaving tiny kisses on his neck. He squeezed Junghwan’s length lightly and ran a thumb over the leaking slit.
Trying his hardest not to yelp, Junghwan shook his head, “Ah, h-hyung… I…” He’s not even sure what he’s wanting to say but Jinyoung smiles softly at him, as if he understands anyway. “W-will you kiss me?” Jinyoung obliges. Somehow, his lips felt even softer than usual. Moans transferred from Junghwan’s mouth into Jinyoung’s and actually being able to feel them made his own length desired to be touched. He ran his fingers through Junghwan’s wet hair and started pumping the younger male quicker. This caused his cries to go up an octave and Jinyoung’s heart to race.
Jinyoung looked Junghwan straight in the eye and told him truthfully, “I hope you know how beautiful I think you are…” He could see the orgasm rising in Junghwan, just from the look on his face. The steam seemed second rate, compared to the heat their bodies were creating. It didn’t take much longer for Junghwan to shudder into Jinyoung’s hand and release on his stomach. Thankfully, they were in the shower, so clean up was easy. Leaning his head up against the wall, Junghwan closed his eyes and grinned, barely able to mutter, “O-okay, what can I do for you, hyung?”
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His hands were soft and rough at the same time, much like the rest of his body. Jinyoung knew this, because he had fallen asleep on Sunwoo's pillowy abs too many times to count. He had kissed them so often, he might as well have a permanent imprint on his lips. Though, that goes for the rest of his body too, Jinyoung thinks, as he glances down and watches Sunwoo go to work on his cock. Despite being busy eagerly licking Jinyoung's length, Sunwoo looks up to see Jinyoung staring and biting his lip. Sunwoo pulls the older male's cock out of his mouth, which makes a small pop sound and Jinyoung winces at the cold air. “Enjoying the show, hyung?” Sunwoo asks, giving a smirk that Jinyoung just wants to fuck off.
“Yes, very much so. If you'd get back to it, please, I'd appreciate it a lot,” he shot him a look that Sunwoo was far too familiar with. It was mostly kept for use during rehearsals or recording, the look that said now is not the time to play around. Seeing it in the bedroom was kind of sexy, but still irritating nonetheless for the trickster.
Sunwoo rolls his eyes and mutters you're no fun, before taking Jinyoung's much appreciative cock back into his mouth. He dragged his teeth lightly up his length and Jinyoung couldn't help but notice that his new teeth felt different comparatively so. Honestly, his too long, crooked teeth were nicer for these sort of things, but Jinyoung would never say anything, being as the subject was still a sore one for Sunwoo. These thoughts rush out of his mind, when his balls are softly massaged, making him whimper. “F-fuck, Sunwoo...” he cries, his eyes clenching shut and his hips bucking into the rapper's mouth. Grabbing tufts of his newly dark hair, Jinyoung thrusts and thrusts, until he releases hard into Sunwoo's throat. He shoots him a sweet smile, while wiping the cum off his lips, and Jinyoung realizes that teeth are a stupid thing to care about.
He falls asleep on Sunwoo's stomach, for the umpteenth time.
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A shiver ran down Jinyoung's spine as Shinwoo shoved him on to the bed and positioned him, so that his ass was in the air. With his teeth, he clung to the pillow, needing a place to scream into, in case the others could hear (though they were all well aware what the oldest members were up to). Shinwoo didn't even bother taking off their shirts, wanting to hurry up and get the job done. In one seemingly fell swoop, the older man removed both their pants and underwear, discarding them somewhere, anywhere. It didn't matter.
Shinwoo came off as a very timid, awkward person, and he was most of the time, but not where it counted, and Jinyoung was grateful, because he was way too attractive and there was no way he could keep his hands off him.
An almost devious grin slid its way across Shinwoo's visage, making Jinyoung instantly hard. The older male grabbed a hold of Jinyoung's throat, as he rubbed his cock against his entrance teasingly. “Do you want this? Tell me you're mine and I'll give it to you. I'll give it to you, til you stain these sheets with your cum.”
“Y-yes, I-I'm yours, take me, please, Shinwoo, o-oh, god...” Jinyoung felt silly and embarrassed to say such things, but getting Shinwoo's amazing cock was always more important than his stupid pride.
He bit down on the pillow as Shinwoo slammed into him without any warning. It made him yelp anyway, it always did. Thankfully, Shinwoo didn't care, he enjoyed the way Jinyoung sounded, otherwise he would have punished him. But knowing his dongsaeng, he would have just liked it anyway.
Skin slapping against skin and a repentance of Shinwoo's name made up the soundtrack to this conquest, as it usually did. Jinyoung's whimpers could be compared to his singing falsetto and it turned Shinwoo on like nothing else. He continued to thrust into him, faster and faster, as he found his pace and angled it so that he was hitting a certain familiar spot that he knew all too well.
It didn't take very long for Jinyoung to quiver and start clenching around Shinwoo. He always came too easily with him. It only took a couple of erratic strokes and he released on the sheets, just like he was promised. Not even a moment later, Shinwoo did the same, shuttering, panting, gasping, before collapsing on top of Jinyoung, holding him close, automatically switching back to the sweet umma that Jinyoung knew and loved.
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“You want me to eat your what? Your... ass...? But hyung... you don't have an ass to eat.”
Jinyoung's almond shaped eyes furrowed in annoyance, making it seem as if he didn't have any eyes at all. But he could see the maknae perfectly well and he made a note to ravage him at a later time.
“I do too have an ass... will you just do it, please?” he begged, not really typical fashion for the leader, but it seemed to happen more often than not for Chanshik, who was stubborn. It drove him mad, he loved it. “When I have ever asked you to do anything for me?” He gave a small pout, hoping his cuteness would work on him.
But no.
“Hyung, you just asked me to suck you off an hour ago...”
“...Please?”
“Ugh... fine. But is this sanitary? It sounds kind of gr-” Jinyoung quickly shut him up with a rough kiss and a palming to his clothed crotch. He always got his way in the end.
“So... how do I do this?” Chanshik asked awkwardly, hovering in between Jinyoung's spread legs.
Even though Jinyoung had done this a few times, he found it hard to explain. “Uhm... have you ever gone down on a girl before?”
The look Chanshik shot his hyung said did you seriously just ask that and Jinyoung waved his hands, trying to rub his mistake away, “O-okay I'm sorry... uhm... just... kiss it? But don't bite it...” Lying his head back down on the pillow, he hoped this would be worth it. He enjoyed rimming (probably too much) and he enjoyed Chanshik (definitely too much) and he wanted the two things to go well together, but he wasn't sure.
Oh, it was worth it alright.
He almost bit his lip off, as Chanshik dragged his tongue achingly slow, in hesitance, across Jinyoung's entrance, then as he realized that it was just like any other spot of skin on the leader's body, he lapped at it eagerly, digging his nails into the older male's hips, leaving bright red indentions.
Chanshik started to experiment on Jinyoung, wanting to know what caused the loudest moans. Sweet, soft kisses (quiet whimpers), lightly blowing on his entrance (a shiver and a hissed mumble of his name) or fucking him with his tongue (hips bucking, heels digging into the sheets, fingers running through his hair, loud gasping for more).
After it became too much to take, Jinyoung sat up and grabbed Chanshik by the shoulders, muttering and panting, “Come here, you~” flipping themselves so that he was on top of him, eager to return the favor. There was no way he going to let himself cum, before he fucked the kid senseless.