in your dreams (oneshot)
Title: In Your Dreams
Pairing: Injoon/Hyunmin
Genre: pwp
Word Count: 1745
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual content
Summary: Injoon's dreams are very different from his reality.
Notes: For kiparang, the reason I now find Injoon sexual.
In Injoon's dreams, he's always the one in control.
The version of himself in these dreams is always confident, experienced, crafty and, above all, not a failure. Dream Injoon sneaks up behind his targets and breathes in their ear while he lightly strokes their sides. He kisses so well he makes backs arc even without using his tongue. He gets on his knees without hesitation or embarrassment and is the one who makes knees give out and heads knock back into walls painfully. In his dreams, Injoon is able to drive his lover so insane with lust by merely running a hand down their chest and stomach as he receives desperate pleas and stifled sobs which he knows are supposed to be his name.
By no coincidence, the subject of Injoon's fantasies is Hyunmin. Every now and then Hyunchul sneaks in and Injoon makes him cry out apologies for some minor offense or ridicule his hyung had inflicted upon him earlier in the day, or very rarely it's Gwangchul smirking beneath him with half-lidded eyes telling Injoon how much he missed this. But in these instances Injoon feels guilty when he wakes up, either treating Hyunchul to lunch or giving Gwangchul a call since clearly his subconscience is messing with him. Ninety-nine percent of the time, though, he spends his entire night making Hyunmin call out his name in that low, grating voice of his, and wakes up not feeling a bit guilty. As a matter of fact, those mornings he even has a little spring in his step as he sneaks down the hall to throw his soiled sheets into the washing machine before everyone else wakes up.
One night in particular, he dreams that he finds Hyunmin sneaking out of his bedroom in the middle of the night. Half-asleep and hair tousled, he trudges to the kitchen while Injoon watches. He pulls out the pitcher of water and a glass. He only notices Injoon when he steps beside him and rests his head on Hyunmin's shoulder, as if he, too, were half-asleep. Hyunmin just yawns, unsurprised, and continues to pour his drink. Injoon takes the opportunity to enjoy the view he has of Hyunmin's chest, only slightly covered by his usual white wifebeater.
"Hyung," he mumbles, but Hyunmin doesn't answer. Typical. Instead he takes a swig of water and stares straight ahead with dazed, sleepy eyes. Injoon moves just a little closer, slightly behind, and gently bites the strap of Hyunmin's shirt. All he gets in return is a raised eyebrow followed by another swig of water which finishes off the glass.
As expected, Hyunmin moves to leave as soon as he's finished his water, but Injoon blocks him as he turns around by placing an arm on either side. Hyunmin just yawns and relaxes against the counter behind him, meeting Injoon's gaze with vague amusement. He still doesn't react when Injoon leans in and kisses him, light and gentle and sweet. When Injoon pulls away, Hyunmin reaches out to grab his waist, probably to force Injoon back into a longer, rougher kiss, but he's stopped by a firm hand on his chest. His forehead wrinkles in confusion which only deepens when he notices the grin on Injoon's face, teeth bared and eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that's slightly off.
The confusion fades, replaced by a knowing smile, as Injoon tugs Hyunmin's shirt over his head. Then his mouth twitches and the confused look returns, because instead of pulling the shirt all the way off, Injoon leaves it on his arms, guides his arms down behind him, and stops. When the material tightens around his wrists, a look of panicked recognition flashes across his face, but only for a second. That's good enough of a reaction for now, Injoon thinks. He leans in and meets no resistance when he kisses Hyunmin and he experiments for a few minutes with biting and sucking on the older boy's lips before finally forcing his tongue into Hyunmin's mouth. Hyunmin tries to take control of the kiss, but Injoon puts his hands on the sides of of Hyunmin's face and that seems to do the trick. He runs his tongue along Hyunmin's teeth, then the roof of his mouth, then he finally lets Hyunmin's tongue explore his own mouth, but only so he can suck on it gently. The groan he just barely hears in Hyunmin's throat makes Injoon grin like an idiot, but Hyunmin's eyes are closed when he pulls away so he doesn't notice.
Injoon's teeth biting hard into Hyunmin's shoulder is enough to make his eyes shoot back open, a suppressed yelp just barely escaping his mouth. Injoon licks the sore spot in a fake apology, then kisses along Hyunmin's collarbone until he reaches the hollow of his throat. There, he leaves much smaller bites, moving upward and becoming kisses along his chin and jaw. Hyunmin isn't one to moan, but Injoon understands the cloudy look in Hyunmin's eyes. A quiet hiss and those eyes wince when Injoon runs his down Hyunmin's chest, letting his nails dig into the exposed skin.
He doesn't waste his time playing with Hyunmin's sweatpants. There isn't much point, he thinks, seeing as Hyunmin's erection is quite obvious through them already. He shoves them down quickly and is pleased to find nothing underneath but more skin for him to admire. He notices that Hyunmin leans back, expectant, breathing getting heavier as he shows Injoon what he wants. With a smile and a nod, he tells Hyunmin he gets the message, but he makes no move to comply. Instead, he takes advantage of how Hyunmin's bent back over the counter by kissing the red marks across his chest made by Injoon's nails. Hyunmin's breathing comes out in quick pants as Injoon travels lower, hitching with a barely audible whine when he stops just above his navel.
"You want me to suck you off?" Injoon asks, getting to his knees and smiling up at Hyunmin's flushed face. Hyunmin swallows hard, then nods. Injoon rewards the effort by taking Hyunmin's cock in his hand a squeezing it lightly, that small amount of contact enough to rip the first loud moan from Hyunmin's throat. "If you're that loud you'll wake everyone up, maybe I shouldn't."
Hyunmin growls and tries to move, but Injoon is already on his feet, pressing him back against the counter. He quiets any protests with his mouth and teeth on Hyunmin's lips. When he gives Hyunmin a small break to breathe, any signs of resistance are gone from his face. Injoon returns his hand to Hyunmin's erection and rubs his thumb over the head, earning himself another moan from the boy beneath him. He starts to stoke Hyunmin briskly and almost laughs at how Hyunmin cries out at first and thrusts violently into Injoon's hand. There's a dull thudding sound as Hyunmin bangs into the counter with each thrust, and Injoon knows it must hurt like a son of a bitch. With a wicked grin he quickens his pace and very soon he can sense Hyunmin's reaching his limit.
A strangled cry is Injoons signal to stop, squeezing the base of Hyunmin's cock painfully. Hyunmin thrashes against the counter and bites his bottom lip until it bleeds. The only noises that escape his mouth are furious grunts. When he regains some control he opens his eyes to find Injoon smirking at him, and that amused look only worsens as Hyunmin glares back. Hyunmin tries to move again, but Injoon knocks him off balance by grabbing the backs of his legs and he flies off of his feet. The edge of the counter digs into Hyunmin's back painfully, as Injoon can see, but he doesn't care. Not waiting for Hyunmin to get comfortable, he shoves his own sweats down just enough. He forces Hyunmin's legs apart and position's himself at his entrance, but pauses. He waits until Hyunmin finally is able to look up and realize what is about to happen, then he pushes himself inside right up to the hilt.
He starts to move immediately with shallow thrusts, each entering Hyunmin deeper and deeper while Hyunmin tightens around him in resistance. The pleasure numbs Injoon's brain and there's a strange roaring sounds in his ears which drowns out whatever sounds Hyunmin must be making. He resumes pumping Hyunmin's cock with one hand as he pounds into him, not even noticing the older boy getting close until his muscles suddenly contract painfully and wonderfully tight around Injoon's cock and he comes--
That night Injoon wakes up with a start, the image of Hyunmin writhing on the counter with sweat pool on his chest still fresh in his mind. For once he doesn't need to sneak his sheets into the washing machine, but his painfully throbbing erection tells him he won't be getting back to sleep any time soon. Making sure none of his bandmates are lurking in the halls, he creeps into the kitchen in hopes that eating something will cure his... problem. He can't suppress the glee on his face when he finds Hyunmin there, just like in his dream, pouring himself a glass of water. Maybe he could cure his problem after all.
The problem with Injoon's dreams is that Dream Injoon is just too different from Real Injoon. Whereas Dream Injoon sneaks up on Hyunmin, Real Injoon's foot squeaks as soon as he enters the kitchen. Hyunmin just waves a silent greeting. Then he slips and misses Hyunmin's shoulder when he goes to lean on it and ends up almost banging his head on the counter instead. The biggest difference comes next, though, when it's Hyunmin who pins Injoon against the counter after he slips with a deadly smirk, and it's Hyunmin who ends up fucking Injoon right there until Injoon's biting into his fist hard enough to draw blood to keep from screaming.
This is the pathetic cycle that is Injoon's life he decides as he wobbles back to his bedroom that night. Dream Injoon is just that, a dream, and he'll probably never be anything like that masterful version of himself. When he crawls back into bed, though, he sighs. Despite everything, he is satisfied, he thinks to himself. It might not have gone exactly as he dreamed, but he still felt good afterward. Maybe this cycle isn't so bad after all.
With that, he drifts off into a deep sleep, pondering what Hyunmin would look like in a nurse's uniform.
Pairing: Injoon/Hyunmin
Genre: pwp
Word Count: 1745
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual content
Summary: Injoon's dreams are very different from his reality.
Notes: For kiparang, the reason I now find Injoon sexual.
In Injoon's dreams, he's always the one in control.
The version of himself in these dreams is always confident, experienced, crafty and, above all, not a failure. Dream Injoon sneaks up behind his targets and breathes in their ear while he lightly strokes their sides. He kisses so well he makes backs arc even without using his tongue. He gets on his knees without hesitation or embarrassment and is the one who makes knees give out and heads knock back into walls painfully. In his dreams, Injoon is able to drive his lover so insane with lust by merely running a hand down their chest and stomach as he receives desperate pleas and stifled sobs which he knows are supposed to be his name.
By no coincidence, the subject of Injoon's fantasies is Hyunmin. Every now and then Hyunchul sneaks in and Injoon makes him cry out apologies for some minor offense or ridicule his hyung had inflicted upon him earlier in the day, or very rarely it's Gwangchul smirking beneath him with half-lidded eyes telling Injoon how much he missed this. But in these instances Injoon feels guilty when he wakes up, either treating Hyunchul to lunch or giving Gwangchul a call since clearly his subconscience is messing with him. Ninety-nine percent of the time, though, he spends his entire night making Hyunmin call out his name in that low, grating voice of his, and wakes up not feeling a bit guilty. As a matter of fact, those mornings he even has a little spring in his step as he sneaks down the hall to throw his soiled sheets into the washing machine before everyone else wakes up.
One night in particular, he dreams that he finds Hyunmin sneaking out of his bedroom in the middle of the night. Half-asleep and hair tousled, he trudges to the kitchen while Injoon watches. He pulls out the pitcher of water and a glass. He only notices Injoon when he steps beside him and rests his head on Hyunmin's shoulder, as if he, too, were half-asleep. Hyunmin just yawns, unsurprised, and continues to pour his drink. Injoon takes the opportunity to enjoy the view he has of Hyunmin's chest, only slightly covered by his usual white wifebeater.
"Hyung," he mumbles, but Hyunmin doesn't answer. Typical. Instead he takes a swig of water and stares straight ahead with dazed, sleepy eyes. Injoon moves just a little closer, slightly behind, and gently bites the strap of Hyunmin's shirt. All he gets in return is a raised eyebrow followed by another swig of water which finishes off the glass.
As expected, Hyunmin moves to leave as soon as he's finished his water, but Injoon blocks him as he turns around by placing an arm on either side. Hyunmin just yawns and relaxes against the counter behind him, meeting Injoon's gaze with vague amusement. He still doesn't react when Injoon leans in and kisses him, light and gentle and sweet. When Injoon pulls away, Hyunmin reaches out to grab his waist, probably to force Injoon back into a longer, rougher kiss, but he's stopped by a firm hand on his chest. His forehead wrinkles in confusion which only deepens when he notices the grin on Injoon's face, teeth bared and eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that's slightly off.
The confusion fades, replaced by a knowing smile, as Injoon tugs Hyunmin's shirt over his head. Then his mouth twitches and the confused look returns, because instead of pulling the shirt all the way off, Injoon leaves it on his arms, guides his arms down behind him, and stops. When the material tightens around his wrists, a look of panicked recognition flashes across his face, but only for a second. That's good enough of a reaction for now, Injoon thinks. He leans in and meets no resistance when he kisses Hyunmin and he experiments for a few minutes with biting and sucking on the older boy's lips before finally forcing his tongue into Hyunmin's mouth. Hyunmin tries to take control of the kiss, but Injoon puts his hands on the sides of of Hyunmin's face and that seems to do the trick. He runs his tongue along Hyunmin's teeth, then the roof of his mouth, then he finally lets Hyunmin's tongue explore his own mouth, but only so he can suck on it gently. The groan he just barely hears in Hyunmin's throat makes Injoon grin like an idiot, but Hyunmin's eyes are closed when he pulls away so he doesn't notice.
Injoon's teeth biting hard into Hyunmin's shoulder is enough to make his eyes shoot back open, a suppressed yelp just barely escaping his mouth. Injoon licks the sore spot in a fake apology, then kisses along Hyunmin's collarbone until he reaches the hollow of his throat. There, he leaves much smaller bites, moving upward and becoming kisses along his chin and jaw. Hyunmin isn't one to moan, but Injoon understands the cloudy look in Hyunmin's eyes. A quiet hiss and those eyes wince when Injoon runs his down Hyunmin's chest, letting his nails dig into the exposed skin.
He doesn't waste his time playing with Hyunmin's sweatpants. There isn't much point, he thinks, seeing as Hyunmin's erection is quite obvious through them already. He shoves them down quickly and is pleased to find nothing underneath but more skin for him to admire. He notices that Hyunmin leans back, expectant, breathing getting heavier as he shows Injoon what he wants. With a smile and a nod, he tells Hyunmin he gets the message, but he makes no move to comply. Instead, he takes advantage of how Hyunmin's bent back over the counter by kissing the red marks across his chest made by Injoon's nails. Hyunmin's breathing comes out in quick pants as Injoon travels lower, hitching with a barely audible whine when he stops just above his navel.
"You want me to suck you off?" Injoon asks, getting to his knees and smiling up at Hyunmin's flushed face. Hyunmin swallows hard, then nods. Injoon rewards the effort by taking Hyunmin's cock in his hand a squeezing it lightly, that small amount of contact enough to rip the first loud moan from Hyunmin's throat. "If you're that loud you'll wake everyone up, maybe I shouldn't."
Hyunmin growls and tries to move, but Injoon is already on his feet, pressing him back against the counter. He quiets any protests with his mouth and teeth on Hyunmin's lips. When he gives Hyunmin a small break to breathe, any signs of resistance are gone from his face. Injoon returns his hand to Hyunmin's erection and rubs his thumb over the head, earning himself another moan from the boy beneath him. He starts to stoke Hyunmin briskly and almost laughs at how Hyunmin cries out at first and thrusts violently into Injoon's hand. There's a dull thudding sound as Hyunmin bangs into the counter with each thrust, and Injoon knows it must hurt like a son of a bitch. With a wicked grin he quickens his pace and very soon he can sense Hyunmin's reaching his limit.
A strangled cry is Injoons signal to stop, squeezing the base of Hyunmin's cock painfully. Hyunmin thrashes against the counter and bites his bottom lip until it bleeds. The only noises that escape his mouth are furious grunts. When he regains some control he opens his eyes to find Injoon smirking at him, and that amused look only worsens as Hyunmin glares back. Hyunmin tries to move again, but Injoon knocks him off balance by grabbing the backs of his legs and he flies off of his feet. The edge of the counter digs into Hyunmin's back painfully, as Injoon can see, but he doesn't care. Not waiting for Hyunmin to get comfortable, he shoves his own sweats down just enough. He forces Hyunmin's legs apart and position's himself at his entrance, but pauses. He waits until Hyunmin finally is able to look up and realize what is about to happen, then he pushes himself inside right up to the hilt.
He starts to move immediately with shallow thrusts, each entering Hyunmin deeper and deeper while Hyunmin tightens around him in resistance. The pleasure numbs Injoon's brain and there's a strange roaring sounds in his ears which drowns out whatever sounds Hyunmin must be making. He resumes pumping Hyunmin's cock with one hand as he pounds into him, not even noticing the older boy getting close until his muscles suddenly contract painfully and wonderfully tight around Injoon's cock and he comes--
That night Injoon wakes up with a start, the image of Hyunmin writhing on the counter with sweat pool on his chest still fresh in his mind. For once he doesn't need to sneak his sheets into the washing machine, but his painfully throbbing erection tells him he won't be getting back to sleep any time soon. Making sure none of his bandmates are lurking in the halls, he creeps into the kitchen in hopes that eating something will cure his... problem. He can't suppress the glee on his face when he finds Hyunmin there, just like in his dream, pouring himself a glass of water. Maybe he could cure his problem after all.
The problem with Injoon's dreams is that Dream Injoon is just too different from Real Injoon. Whereas Dream Injoon sneaks up on Hyunmin, Real Injoon's foot squeaks as soon as he enters the kitchen. Hyunmin just waves a silent greeting. Then he slips and misses Hyunmin's shoulder when he goes to lean on it and ends up almost banging his head on the counter instead. The biggest difference comes next, though, when it's Hyunmin who pins Injoon against the counter after he slips with a deadly smirk, and it's Hyunmin who ends up fucking Injoon right there until Injoon's biting into his fist hard enough to draw blood to keep from screaming.
This is the pathetic cycle that is Injoon's life he decides as he wobbles back to his bedroom that night. Dream Injoon is just that, a dream, and he'll probably never be anything like that masterful version of himself. When he crawls back into bed, though, he sighs. Despite everything, he is satisfied, he thinks to himself. It might not have gone exactly as he dreamed, but he still felt good afterward. Maybe this cycle isn't so bad after all.
With that, he drifts off into a deep sleep, pondering what Hyunmin would look like in a nurse's uniform.