Parenting - Oneshot

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Title: Parenting
Chapters: Oneshot
Pairings: Himchan/Zelo, Yongguk/Zelo
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Some graphic shizz up in here ok.
Summary: Turns out Yongguk and Himchan have very interesting ways of parenting.



You know that moment when you see something so weird, and so unbelievable, it just can’t be true? That short state of bliss and ignorance you feel before what you’re seeing kinda, really, sorta sinks in? That’s what Yongguk felt when he walked into their bedroom that day at, like, five pm.

Himchan, old enough to be responsible for his own actions and mature enough to understand boundaries, was on top of Junhong, who was naked. Naked. Junhong, their fifteen year old maknae. The bunny-loving, spiderman-wearing maknae, who barely knew what a kissing scene was. The one who had just entered highschool.

Himchan, who was twenty-one, had his hands roaming down Junhong's exposed body. His fucking hands were on him, his mouth devouring his neck and lips. The hands were moving so fast, Himchan's mouth not moving any slower, and he could almost see the marks forming on Junhong wherever they traced. The sight was paradoxical. The only thing that shook Yongguk out of his paralysis was hearing Junhong moan, a whimper-like sound that was drawn from him when Himchan ground down.

"Himchan, what the fuck!" Yongguk yelled, standing rigid in the doorway like he'd just seen the beginning and end of satan's work.

Himchan, looking much like the devil himself, raised his head from Junhong's neck with a blank expression, before he spotted Yongguk and transformed his mouth's thin line into a smirk.

Junhong under him was breathing hard, his face thrown to the side and eyes closed, laying quite still as Himchan's hands pinned his wrists above his head.

"Hello," Himchan said simply, keeping his eyes locked with Yongguk's from across the room. Yongguk wondered if he had forgotten he had a naked boy under him, that he had a bulge in his jeans and was essentially caught with his hand in the cookie jar. A fucking illegal cookie jar at that.

"What. The. Fuck," Yongguk started with gritted teeth, finding it hard to choose words suited for a situation like this. "Are. You. Doing."

He tried his best to exert anger and control, because he was the leader and this was his fucking business, but Himchan still hadn't moved. Not even removed his hands.

"Playing," Himchan answered, moving for the first time since he'd spotted Yongguk to stroke a hand down Junhong's cheek. He stroked it slow.

"Stop that. Get the fuck off him."

Himchan looked up questionably, as if Yongguk's demand amused him. It wasn't funny. This situation wasn't funny at all. He should just wipe that smirk right off Himchan's stupid face.

"I said get off!" Yongguk yelled, stalking over to push Himchan away. He was inches from ripping him off Junhong, but then Himchan countered him, and shoved him away instead.

"Woah, woah. No need to get aggressive."

"No, there's no need for you to be defiling a fifteen year old boy, you sick fuck!"

Himchan shrugged, staying in place and watching Yongguk who had stepped back from his push.

"Now now, I'm just teaching him a couple things. I've seen the looks he's given me the past couple weeks, so I thought it would only be fair if I-"

"He hasn't given you any looks, asshole. Junhong doesn't give 'looks'."

Himchan seemed to contemplate that, and eventually he sighed. "Fine, whatever. But sooner or later he's gonna start asking questions, you know. Questions like 'why do I feel funny down there, hyung?', and 'why do people always want to touch me down there, hyung?', or 'please, hyung, I need someone to make me feel good', etc, etc, and so I thought it'd be better if I showed him myself."

Yongguk held his breath. "Oh my god..."

"I know, that's what I say when I finally get seated inside him. Baby's so tight, aren't you?" He said, and looked down to Junhong, his eyes bright with excitement. Junhong was silent, his face expressionless.

"You...you what?" Yongguk choked out, jaw dropping.

"It was kinda hard at first, with him being a virgin and so young and all, but it got better eventually, didn't it, Junhongie?"

Yongguk suddenly felt faint, and had to grip his head in fear of passing out. He didn't know whether Himchan was playing with him, or if this really was happening. He sunk slowly down to the ground, shaking his head. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..."

"Definitely. He's hella great at taking it in his mouth too. Well, at least he tries. There's nothing with him that doesn't feel great."

If Yongguk had had any blood left in his brain, he'd be beating the hell out of Himchan right now. He couldn't even begin to say how pissed he was. He had to lean down and support is weight on the bedside to stop himself from losing it. And losing his dinner.

Instead, he tried to regain his strength by looking over at Junhong in an act of reassurance, but found that it was really stupid because Junhong was naked, and in no state to be looked at.

"For how long?" He asked quickly.

"You don't want to know." Himchan said simply, and honestly, no, he didn't.

Junhong registered the eyes on him and blushed furiously, looking away. Yongguk blushed too, but didn't look away. He realized he couldn't.

Junhong was beautiful, by all definitions of the word. If Himchan hadn't been seated above him it would be a perfect picture, almost like a romanticist painting from the renaissance. His body was flawless: white, slender, and ripe for his age.

He cast a cautious glance further down, catching a brief glimpse of his undeveloped muscles and small member between his legs. Everything about him looked illegal. He was fucking pre-pubescent, for god's sakes. Yongguk couldn't imagine Himchan...no, he couldn't imagine anyone debouching him.

"Pretty, isn't he?" He heard Himchan say, and Yongguk tore his eyes away from Junhong as fast as a human could, switching his gaze to the other male. Himchan was smirking at him disgustingly, his general demeanor calm. "He's practically jail bait, this one. Don't blame me for not being able to resist. Better me than some creepy old CEO, though, right? They have a particular taste for this kind of temptation."

Yongguk scowled at him hard. "You think that gives you the right to fucking rape him?"

Himchan snorted. "Rape? Please. I'm just teaching him. He enjoys it."

"Enjoys it, my ass. He doesn't even know what you're doing."

"But seriously, look," Himchan said, convinced, reaching down and wrapping his hand around Junhong's member. He pumped it a couple times, and Yongguk heard Junhong whimper while his breath hitched. Himchan pumped him faster, and soon Junhong was covering his face with his hands, his limbs twitching and shifting against the sheets. "He likes it," Himchan said again.

Yongguk couldn't find himself able to say anything, and was stuck staring at Junhong as his face contorted in pleasure, or discomfort, or whatever the hell it was. There was also sweat building up on his face, and he looked painfully erotic, the kind that was completely illegal. Yongguk felt disgusting for watching.

"Nice sight, isn't it?" Himchan's voice interrupted him with, still stroking Junhong for all he was worth. Yongguk instantly resented himself for letting his eyes wander. He didn't need Himchan commenting on it. He had his dignity. "You shouldn't be hypocritical, though, you know. Give or take a couple years, you would be doing the same thing I'm doing."

Yongguk clenched his fists, offended, still trying to work up the energy to stop Himchan from stroking the maknae.

"Never."

"Oh please, tell me honestly that this doesn't turn you on even the slightest bit," he said with piercing eyes, gesturing down to Junhong who was writhing and whimpering helplessly with that blissful halo of blonde hair spread around his head while Himchan worked his hand up and down his skin.

Yongguk would have said it didn't, but his mouth was dry. It was just too dry to talk.

Eventually, Himchan stopped, and Junhong was left there looking wrecked, clutching the blankets around him. He whined slightly into the fabric that he had brought up to cover his face.

Yongguk remained still as Himchan patted Junhong's behind briefly and shifted the younger around so that he moved onto his knees. Himchan then leaned in by Junhong's ear and whispered to him while pointing in Yongguk's direction.

"Junhongie-ah, why don't you show Yongguk-hyung what I've taught you."

To his horror, he saw Junhong nod obediently and crawl over to him on his hands and knees, the matress sinking down under him ever so slightly. Yongguk cursed his luck when he registered Junhong's face begin to level with his lower half, near the edge of the bed, the younger's expression slightly hesitant.

"Junhong, don't," he said weakly, his thoughts swimming as he watched the boy near.

This was so wrong. Junhong doing anything like this was so, so wrong. He was fifteen. He was fifteen fucking years old. Yongguk did not condone this. He was supposed to make sure shit like this didn't happen.

Himchan seemed to get impatient, and creeped over behind Junhong, taking a hold of his hands and guiding them towards Yongguk's pants. Yongguk closed his eyes, flinching as the younger brushed over the bulge in his jeans. In a sequence of events, he felt his belt being undone; with what seemed like help from Himchan, and opened his eyes fast enough to catch the sight of his zipper being pulled down. He let out a loud hiss when he felt Junhong's hand unexpectedly reach into boxers and pull out his dick, his slender fingers enclosing carefully around the throbbing length.

Why did he have to be hard. God, why. This was so wrong, so fucking wrong. He should be stopping it.

Any form of protest died in his throat when the tickling feeling of Junhong's hot breath ghosted over the tip of his erection, shortly followed by the careful, wet touch of a tongue.

"Shit," he cursed, throwing his head back where he stood and trying not to let his knees weaken. Fuck, his heart was beating so fast.

When he opened his eyes again, Himchan was sitting beside them, his gaze carefully watching what Junhong was doing.

"Does he taste good, Junhongie?" Himchan asked, almost sounding caring.

Junhong gave off a hesitant nod, looking from Yongguk's member, to Himchan, and back again.

"Go on," Himchan urged him. "More."

Junhong obeyed, and brought his lips forward one more time, taking Yongguk's head into his mouth. Yongguk's stomach muscles tightened, and he cursed under his breath. Junhong slowly moved forward, inching the girth into his mouth and pulling back every time he fit it further in. The feeling of Junhong's wet mouth engulfing his dick did nothing good to Yongguk's brain, and he felt like exploding already.

He could tell Junhong was inexperienced, but that didn't make it less enjoyable. Quite on the contrary. Junhong sucked on him a few times as carefully as he could, almost like it was a tasty lollipop. He'd watched Junhong suck those before.

"Shit."

Junhong lightly ran over Yongguk's skin with his wet tongue, moaning with a soft rumble from his slender throat. Yongguk didn't know who had taught him to moan like that, but he knew he would kill them later. Scratch that, he had a pretty good idea of who it could have been.

He gave up and laced his fingers through Junhong's hair, leaning back and sighing contently. He guided Junhong's head along his shaft, both of the elders watching as the boy passed over the blazing skin with closed eyes.

Junhong started moving his head and let his tongue move along the underside of Yongguk's searing flesh. Yongguk felt as though he could come on the spot, but then the heat dissapeared as fast as it had come. At least that was what it felt like.

Himchan had kneeled down behind Junhong and tentatively rubbed his skin. He'd brought his index and middle fingers up and put them by his lips. Junhong had obediently removed his lips from Yongguk's dick, and parted them as Himchan slid his digits inside and down past his teeth. Junhong started suckling gently on him, watching Yongguk cautiously as he let his hand jerk his needy member.

Yongguk had never seen anything so hot in his life. He wanted to shoot himself.

Himchan pulled his fingers from out his mouth and kissed the back of the younger's neck, pushing his head forward gently. Junhong parted his lips once more and took Yongguk's cock in his mouth. He tongued over the head lightly and moaned. Yongguk looked over to see Himchan pushing his fingers one by one into Junhong and scissoring him. Junhong twitched up lightly, whimpering as Himchan pushed his head further down onto Yongguk's dick. Junhong started moving his head lightly, pressing his nose against Yongguk's stomach as he slid along the skin.

Yongguk bit his lip and moaned, his hips arching into the boy's willing throat. His fingers laced through the blonde locks and held his head still as he started thrusting gently in.

He couldn't help it. He shouldn't, but he couldn't help it when that fucking heat was engulfing him, so wet, and warm, and perfect.

Himchan gripped Junhong's scrawny wrists with his free hand and held them back behind him, still thrusting his fingers into his ass. Drool started leaking down the corner of the youngest's mouth and he choked lightly while Yongguk thrust.

"You don't have to go too hard until you make him gag," Himchan said with a smirk and a wink in Yongguk's direction, tracing his tongue along the younger boy's shoulder. "He still hasn't gained much of a tolerance. It's cute."

"You're disgusting," Yongguk remarked pointedly, watching Junhong's eyes tear just slightly and halting his movements almost completely after thinking about it, apart from the slightest rocking motion of his hips that just wouldn't still.

"It has it's perks," Himchan chuckled back.

Yongguk unwillingly grabbed Junhong's hair tighter and started thrusting harder, because like it or not, it kind of turned him on too, and as Junhong's nose met the hair at the base of his stomach and his throat made audible convulsing noises from around him, he felt oddly aroused.

Himchan slammed his fingers into him more harshly and Junhong arched up violently onto Yongguk's dick. He swallowed a bit before he started coughing. Yongguk slowed his thrusting then, feeling complete guilt and regret flow over him at the sound of Junhong's struggles.

Fucking Himchan, starting this. There was nothing even moderately right about this. Nothing at all. He'd go to jail, and Junhong would be scarred for life, if he wasn't already. He could only imagine what, god forbid, Himchan had done with him.

"Yah, Yongguk," Himchan interrupted his thoughts with, looking over in annoyance. "Keep him quiet," he said, gesturing to Junhong.

Yongguk looked down and found that Junhong had sunk forward onto his elbows, face pressed squarely into the matress beneath him and emitting strangled but loud cries while Himchan finger-fucked him. His hair was splayed everywhere and his breath was hitching more and more by the minute. Yongguk just sat there in intrigue with his pushed down pants, watching the smaller handling what he was experiencing.

Somewhere along the way he'd started touching himself. Whether it was Junhong's cries, or his breathing, or his beautifully displayed body, Yongguk wasn't sure. Maybe it was a combination of everything.

Himchan gave off an annoyed huff, rolling his eyes. "Fine, don't help," he said bitterly, leaning forward and picking Junhong's head up off the mattress, who whined as he was moved. He guided the wrecked looking face back to Yogguk's dick, pushing his lips up against the tip as Yongguk sat there furiously tugging himself.

Eventually Junhong's mouth slipped over him again, with force from Himchan, and he saw him push Junhong over his dick in urgency, so he could return to what he was doing. Yongguk groaned deep from his gut, his mind numbing again.

As if on cue, Junhong moaned at something particular Himchan was doing, sending an array of pleasurable vibrations over his skin.

"Feels good when he moans, doesn't it?" Himchan said, smirking from behind them. "Come on, Junhongie. Moan pretty for him and make him come down your throat~"

The thought of that alone happening made Yongguk bite his lip and let out a hiss, his dick aching to release. Junhong looked up at him then, his pretty, big eyes locking with his and making him groan and thrust faster, Himchan pushing his tongue into the boy from what he could see over Junhong's back, and making the younger moan uncontrollably around him. Yongguk had to close his eyes in pleasure, just able to sit there and think about how good it felt. He'd never thought Junhong could ever feel this good. Shit, he'd never even thought about doing it. Except for maybe a couple times. Really briefly. In secret.

A few seconds later, when he was moments from giving in, Yongguk felt Junhong's hands come up to his thighs and push on him, the younger boy pulling his face away desperately as he cried out and breathed in heaves, sliding down and clutching Yongguk's legs.

Yongguk realized how selfish he'd been, as he watched their youngest member cling to him and bury his face in his jeans.

He reached down a hand to carefully cup Junhong's face, cradling his neck at the same time. As he lifted it off his thigh, he spotted tears of frustration that had made their way down the boy's cheek, his face so warm and flushed and his expression so helpless.

He leaned down and quickly kissed Junhong on the lips, before he brought his hand to his dick and began stroking himself, hovering it inches above Junhong's face.

No wonder Junhong was crying, because Himchan's face was buried deep between his ass cheeks, and Yongguk could hear him working from there, slurping, licking, sucking, tasting, and a whole array of other things.

He was close now, and Junhong's breath caressing his member didn't exactly tone it down. It just took one nudge, one nudge of his member against Junhong's flushed cheek, and one last look into his half-lidded eyes, before Yongguk felt himself blow. His vision went white and he pumped himself as he emptied his release onto Junhong's waiting face, the sticky strands shooting out and catching in his eyelashes and hair, running down his perfectly pale skin.

Himchan and Yongguk stared down at the red-faced boy with spit and come trailing down his chin, Himchan smirking and the eldest ashamed of his own greed but insanely turned on by what he saw anyways. There was not much point in hiding it anymore.

Junhong sniffed a bit, reaching up obediently and unbuckling Himchan's jeans and pushing down his boxers, letting his length pop out into the air. He reached up quietly and pumped it a few times, then grabbed Yongguk's and did the same. He raised up higher onto his knees and sucked on the end of Himchan's length, flickering his eyes between the two of them.

Yongguk felt his throat dry and he bit back a moan. Himchan looked at Yongguk with a knowing glance before he grinned. The second oldest reached down and grabbed Junhong around the waist, hefting him up onto his feet.

"I think we should give him a little more..." Himchan incinuated, motioning for Yongguk to get on the bed. This time, Yongguk didn't have to be told twice.

"Get on top of him, Junhong-ah."

At those words Yongguk was almost ecstatic and felt his dick leaking so bad. The younger boy climbed onto him with slight difficulty and looked into his eyes nervously, an embarrassed blush creeping over his cheeks because he had never been intimate with Yongguk before. Yongguk himself was somehow fine, because this went down sometimes in his head. It still sotra bothered him that this was borderline pedophilia, though. If only Junhong at least looked a little older...which he didn't.

It wasn't until Himchan said "Ready?", and Junhong started lowering himself slowly onto his dick, that Yongguk felt like he wanted to explode at all the stars that were etching behind his eyelids.

He barely registered Himchan getting on top of Junhong and kissing the boy's neck, as all he could feel was the incredible sensation of Junhong's tight hole engulfing his dick slowly, inch by inch, making the youngest spew tiny whimpers and erotic noises.

Yongguk, head numb from pleasure, grasped Junhong's hips tighter and raised himself up deeper into the blonde so he was fully seated. Junhong moaned, pushing his head back against Himchan's shoulder. Himchan chuckled, leaning forward and biting Junhong's earlobe before slowly raising and lowering his hips against his already occupied backside. Junhong let out a shuddery breath, his eyes closed and his face growing redder with each dip of Yongguk's hips.

Himchan grinned and rubbed his cock along Junhong's ass teasingly, leaning forward and kissing his lips deeply. He thrust his tongue down into Junhong's mouth and slowly grabbed underneath his thighs, pushing them wider apart.

Junhong whined in the back of his throat, whimpering as the second oldest moved behind him. "Himchannie...H-Himchannie-hyung..."

Himchan snickered into his mouth before pushing his hips forward and impaling Junhong alongside Yongguk. Thank god there was plenty of saliva to lubricate.

Junhong broke off their kiss, his mouth left open as he let out a pained cry when Himchan slowly slid into him down to the hilt, the maknae's head sinking into Yongguk's shoulder which the leader gladly cradled. Tears beaded the corners of Junhong's eyes and he squeaked lightly as Yongguk shifted on the bed. Himchan leaned forward and brusquely captured the younger's lips once more, digging his fingernails into his thighs before backing up and pressing into him once again. Yongguk clutched Junhong around his slender waist, slowly finding Himchan's rhythm and matching him in a steadily increasing tempo, their skin smacking against the maknae in harmony.

Junhong somehow relaxed into it, slowly falling forward onto Yongguk's form, leaving his neck to exposure. Yongguk moved from his ear and bit down sharply on the crook of his neck, making him hiss past Himchan's tongue. Yongguk took a shuddery breath, inhaling the clean, fresh scent of the boy's skin and nuzzling against him, nipping at the stretch along his shoulder.

"Nn-ngh..t-too much..." He heard Junhong moan from Himchan's mouth.

Yongguk looked up at them as Himchan pulled away slowly, smiling devilishly. "What was that?" He asked huskily, kissing his chin and neck with bare whispers of his lips.

"Ah-ahhh..." Junhong moaned, gritting his teeth.

"You want us to go harder?" Himchan breathed, his fingers lightly tracing down Junhong's abdomen towards his stiffened member.
"Nnh-...no...p-please, I can't..." Junhong managed to squeek out, his fingernails digging into Himchan's arms.

Himchan proppelled in, going against Junhong's wishes, and he motioned for Yongguk to follow suit. Though he didn't think it a good idea, soon they started deepening their thrusts, met with a bout of loud whimpers from their smaller companion. Junhong teared up more and bit his lip, making soft moans from the back of his throat.

At a particularly deep thrust, Junhong cried out loudly, his head thrown back and his eyes half-lidded in the overdrive of his senses.

Himchan traced his tongue up Junhong's neck and cheek and kissed him briskly on the lips once again before leaning his head against Junhong's and chuckling lowly at him.

"Come for us," he said deeply, brushing his lips over Junhong's. Junhong clasped around him tighter, burying his fingers through the leader's hair and kissing Himchan back frantically as best he could manage. Yongguk nipped his neck and made him break away from Himchan, turning his head and mashing their mouths together instead. He didn't know what took over him.

Junhong let out the most beautiful long-winded moan from Yongguk's mouth and his hips jerked violently before Yongguk felt warm streams flowing down his abdomen. Himchan reclaimed the younger's lips, stroking his hair.

He came next, holding onto the maknae tightly as he exploded, coating Junhong's insides and Yongguk's cock in a mess of sticky fluid. He pulled out and panted, smirking as Yongguk kept fucking Junhong.

Yongguk leaned forward and met lips with Junhong, breathing brokenly as he slammed into him harder, Himchan's come making for a hell of a lube as he easily slid through the boy's tight ring of muscle.

Junhong moaned into his lips, nuzzling their noses against each other as he was bounced on Yongguk's loins.

"Fuck...Junhong..." Yongguk gulped, holding his hips down and smacking up into him harder.

Himchan watched them exhausted on the mattress and chuckled. "Tight as hell, isn't he?"

"Even after you forced yourself in too, you psycho," Yongguk broke away momentarily to laugh darkly before he reclaimed Junhong's mouth once more. The smaller pulled back just slightly, a thin strand of saliva between their lips. His darkened brown eyes fluttered along his blushing skin and Yongguk became entranced in their beauty. He dug his nails into Junhong's hips and moaned before coming hard deep inside of him. Junhong shuddered and his head fell forward as he panted deeply.

Yongguk let out a long, shaking breath as his vision slowly returned to normal. Junhong fell limp in his grasp, his legs falling on either side of him and his thin, fragile body resting on his chest. He slowly met their lips again, kissing the smaller softly in the afterglow before Himchan came and held Junhong around the waist, slowly pulling him off of Yongguk with cum leaking out of his ass and down his milky thighs. He lifted a drained-looking Junhong into his arms, and the latter almost looked like he'd fallen asleep.

"Was I good?" Junhong asked Himchan sleepily, his eyes half-lidded but seeking approval.

"The best," Himchan announced, stroking Junhong's back and not really sparing Yongguk another glance as he carried Junhong out the room, leaving the leader to try and figure out what the fuck had just happened and if he'd really just...fucked...the...the, uh...the maknae...

Shit.