mindfucking
mindfucking
kyuhyun/jino; nc-17; smut; 1821 w
jino is (still) a teasing little bastard.
for canttakeabreath who demanded this, i better get so much out of this okay.
Zhou Mi is very unpleasantly woken up at eight in the morning by hammering at his door - he pulls himself up and opens it to find Kyuhyun with a distinctly uncomfortable expression. “Get me off,” Kyuhyun barrels in and kicks off his shoes, unzipping his pants as he does so.
Zhou Mi shoots him an incredulous look, probably very justified in doing so, and says, “What.”
“I - fuck. Just -“ Kyuhyun breaks off, gesturing desperately at his cock, and Zhou Mi flops back onto his bed.
“Go away,” he groans, his voice muffled under the covers.
“Dude, wake up, I - do you know what happened? I was all minding my own business, and then Jino came along and suddenly his mouth was on my cock, fuck, but I hadn’t come yet and he pushed me onto the floor and then somehow I was sucking his cock and oh my god he came all over me and then he left, and I fucking woke up,” Kyuhyun growls, “that little fuck.”
Zhou Mi pulls the covers back a little, peeping past his duvet, confused. “You woke up?”
Kyuhyun’s lips scrunch up as he looks at Zhou Mi in annoyance.
“You woke up?” Zhou Mi sits up, his face full of amusement and Kyuhyun can see his cheeks bowing into a laugh.
Kyuhyun glares at him. “You heard me.”
By now Zhou Mi is laughing a little too hard at all this, rolling about on his bed and eventually falling to the floor, where he doesn’t stop convulsing with laughter.
“You - you dreamt - of Jino - fucking you?” is what Kyuhyun presumes he’s saying, and he retaliates with a kick at Zhou Mi’s legs.
Zhou Mi gasps for a while, clearly still tickled at Kyuhyun dreaming about getting to fuck Jino (finally), but catches his breath for a moment long enough to say, “serves you right, Kuixian.”
Kyuhyun growls again, crumples up Zhou Mi’s duvet in a valiant bid to vent some of his frustrations, and hurries out of Zhou Mi’s room amidst more howls of hysteria to take care of his boner himself in the toilet, where he has to work very hard to ignore the human excrement on the seat and the floor, so he comes an unsatisfactorily long time after.
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It’s not that he was a big horny idiot, Kyuhyun thinks angrily as he storms back into his room, passing Zhou Mi’s on the way (from which he could hear Zhou Mi laughingly retell his story to someone, probably Sungmin, on the phone through those thin college dorm walls), it’s just that Jino is a teasing little bastard.
Jino joined the band club that Kyuhyun was also in half a year ago, blowing Kyuhyun away with his chocolate voice and gorgeous sunshine smile, but was nothing more than an acquaintance before they were put down to do a duet together in the concert the club was putting up a month later. Then came the late-night practice sessions because Jino had classes till ridiculous timings (Kyuhyun highly doubted that, though, because what freshman had that kind of timetable) and the helping Kyuhyun-hyung with his guitar playing and the oh-so-accidental brushes of finger across Kyuhyun’s thighs and the intense, electrifying stares Jino gave Kyuhyun for a second too long whenever their eyes met.
There was also the time when Kyuhyun’s brain had shut off listening to Jino cover a song, managing to do it so much better than the original singer had, and was revelling in the way that chocolate voice poured into his ears and filled him. Part of it was because he had his eyes fixed to Jino’s mouth, those pretty pink lips forming words and sounds and perfect little ‘O’s that Kyuhyun thought would be more perfect around things other than air. His things. And then Jino stopped and that beautiful caramel song stopped playing and before Kyuhyun’s brain could reboot Jino had his hand on the waistband of Kyuhyun’s jeans, resting on his hipbone and those perfect lips were reaching his, breathing hot breaths on his own.
And then suddenly there was no more hot breath and Jino was moving away with a little glint in his eyes, and Kyuhyun was left alone in the practice room unsure if he had imagined it, with his pants a little too tight and a urge to strangle the first person he saw.
And there was yesterday night when Jino was singing some power ballad and Kyuhyun was watching the strain of his neck as he threw his head back, and those moist, soft lips, and suddenly Jino was leaning over, his lips tickling Kyuhyun’s ear, saying, “I think you’re a little excited, hyung,” his hand resting dangerously near Kyuhyun’s crotch. Kyuhyun would have lost it there and then if not for Zhou Mi who had bounded in happily asking if Kyuhyun would like to do a little rehearsal for them, which is why Kyuhyun decided to henceforth classify Zhou Mi as the bane of his existence.
But in any case, Zhou Mi or not, Jino was a teasing little bastard, and Kyuhyun has had enough, he decides. He just barely gets through his lectures for the day, fashioning fantastical scenarios which detailed exactly how he was going to get Jino to bend over for him, and spots Jino dashing into a restroom after his classes. Perfect, he thinks, and hurries in, barring the door closed with a mop wedged between the wall and a row of lockers after he makes sure they are alone in the restroom. He hooks his thumbs through the belt loops of his jeans, leans against the lockers next to the urinals, and puts on his best seductive expression.
Jino is done quickly enough, thank god, because Kyuhyun isn’t sure if he can hold out for much longer, and is washing his hands when he catches sight of Kyuhyun in the mirror. Kyuhyun rather enjoys the surprise and confusion that flits across his face.
“Hyung?” Jino says, a small smile on those perfect lips, “Hi!”
“You stupid shit,” Kyuhyun smirks and walks towards Jino, who turns around hesitantly to face Kyuhyun, “you know what you’re going to do?”
Jino’s eyes widen and he looks kind of endearing in his bewilderment, but Kyuhyun can’t really concentrate on many things when he’s hard. So he leans close to Jino, his lips brushing Jino’s ear, and rasps, “you’re going to suck me off.”
He pulls back a little to look at Jino, their noses almost touching, the whisper of Jino’s breath on his lips driving him nuts. Jino looks straight into Kyuhyun’s eyes, and Kyuhyun can see the tiniest dilation of his pupils; those sunshine eyes now dark with lust. Jino’s mouth is twitching with a hint of a smirk, and Kyuhyun matches it, grinding his hips into Jino’s. Kyuhyun can feel Jino’s cock through the layers of chafing material, the lack of bare skin contact too overwhelming, yet actually kind of perfect, and he yanks Jino’s zip open, bringing his erection out throbbing in the palm of his hand. And then suddenly Jino’s mouth is on Kyuhyun’s, kissing him hungrily, fiercely; Kyuhyun moulds into the kiss as Jino’s hands sneak under his shirt. Kyuhyun undoes his jeans and drops a hand to their leaking cocks, rubbing them together with delicious friction, and then Jino’s tongue is on Kyuhyun’s ear, his jawline, his teeth nibbling on Kyuhyun’s earlobe, and Kyuhyun finds his shirt somehow open and his pants pooled at his ankles.
The dream he’d had the night before was pretty damn sweet for the first part, so he pushes Jino to his knees and orders, “suck.” Jino sneaks out his tongue, as though tasting Kyuhyun hesitantly, and the tiny flicks of his tongue makes Kyuhyun nearly weak in the knees.
“Fuck - fuck, Jino, just -“ Kyuhyun grips the sink counter, but thank god Jino slides his mouth up Kyuhyun’s cock and Kyuhyun thinks the sight of Jino’s pretty pink lips on his cock is rather mind-blowing, but then Jino does something with his tongue and Kyuhyun’s brain explodes for a moment, he can’t concentrate anymore. He can feel a tightness coiling inside him and Jino’s sucking, hard, then releases Kyuhyun’s cock so suddenly that Kyuhyun almost falls over the edge. He keeps it in though; he wants to hold out so it’ll be better later, and Jino’s mouth is on his cock again, sliding smoothly up and Kyuhyun can feel Jino’s teeth graze it and he has to steel his legs to step a little away from Jino, who looks up, confused, letting go of Kyuhyun’s cock with a pop.
“Get up,” Kyuhyun pulls Jino to his feet and goes to scrabble in his bag for lubricant because he wants to fuck Jino proper, and he hears Jino groan, “hyung,” in a raspy growl, holding his cock and shit, that gets him harder than ever. He wastes no time in spreading lubricant on his fingers and twists Jino around to slide his fingers inside the younger man in one smooth motion. He’s got his fingers all the way in to his knuckles, thrusting, stretching, and Jino is moaning, “fuck me, hyung,” the desperation in Jino’s voice sending shivers down Kyuhyun’s back. Kyuhyun’s cock is throbbing so hard with lust he feels just about ready to burst, so he pulls his fingers out to wrap them round Jino’s leaking erection, and pushes in, feeling Jino all tight and warm and good around his cock. Jino forces a choked curse out, and his knuckles turn white clutching at the sink counter, but suddenly he’s bucking against Kyuhyun and fucking hell he feels so good around Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun starts pumping in and out of Jino, snapping his hips harder and faster, the thrusts erratic, seeking more heat and friction. The sight of Jino bent over for Kyuhyun with his forehead on the sink counter, taking Kyuhyun up the ass is enough to send Kyuhyun over the edge, and he feels his vision pop white for a moment as the pleasure explodes inside him. Jino does as well, bursts of come spilling all over Kyuhyun’s fingers, and lets out a rough moan of pleasure as he catches his breath. Kyuhyun has to rest against the sink counter beside Jino after it’s over, unable to keep a wide grin from his lips, and savours Jino’s come all over his fingers. Not bad at all, he evaluates the episode against his previously fantastical scenarios, and decides it’d be best not to tell Jino about the dream at all.
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“Did you pinch yourself sometime in the middle?” Zhou Mi asks as Kyuhyun finishes telling him about everything, laughter barely contained, “you know, just to make sure.”
Kyuhyun thinks about the possibilities to steal Zhou Mi’s clothes when he takes his shower and plans out exactly how he’s going to leave them in the dorm lounge.
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a/n: oh my god this is so filthy i am so shameless.
kyuhyun/jino; nc-17; smut; 1821 w
jino is (still) a teasing little bastard.
for canttakeabreath who demanded this, i better get so much out of this okay.
Zhou Mi is very unpleasantly woken up at eight in the morning by hammering at his door - he pulls himself up and opens it to find Kyuhyun with a distinctly uncomfortable expression. “Get me off,” Kyuhyun barrels in and kicks off his shoes, unzipping his pants as he does so.
Zhou Mi shoots him an incredulous look, probably very justified in doing so, and says, “What.”
“I - fuck. Just -“ Kyuhyun breaks off, gesturing desperately at his cock, and Zhou Mi flops back onto his bed.
“Go away,” he groans, his voice muffled under the covers.
“Dude, wake up, I - do you know what happened? I was all minding my own business, and then Jino came along and suddenly his mouth was on my cock, fuck, but I hadn’t come yet and he pushed me onto the floor and then somehow I was sucking his cock and oh my god he came all over me and then he left, and I fucking woke up,” Kyuhyun growls, “that little fuck.”
Zhou Mi pulls the covers back a little, peeping past his duvet, confused. “You woke up?”
Kyuhyun’s lips scrunch up as he looks at Zhou Mi in annoyance.
“You woke up?” Zhou Mi sits up, his face full of amusement and Kyuhyun can see his cheeks bowing into a laugh.
Kyuhyun glares at him. “You heard me.”
By now Zhou Mi is laughing a little too hard at all this, rolling about on his bed and eventually falling to the floor, where he doesn’t stop convulsing with laughter.
“You - you dreamt - of Jino - fucking you?” is what Kyuhyun presumes he’s saying, and he retaliates with a kick at Zhou Mi’s legs.
Zhou Mi gasps for a while, clearly still tickled at Kyuhyun dreaming about getting to fuck Jino (finally), but catches his breath for a moment long enough to say, “serves you right, Kuixian.”
Kyuhyun growls again, crumples up Zhou Mi’s duvet in a valiant bid to vent some of his frustrations, and hurries out of Zhou Mi’s room amidst more howls of hysteria to take care of his boner himself in the toilet, where he has to work very hard to ignore the human excrement on the seat and the floor, so he comes an unsatisfactorily long time after.
---
It’s not that he was a big horny idiot, Kyuhyun thinks angrily as he storms back into his room, passing Zhou Mi’s on the way (from which he could hear Zhou Mi laughingly retell his story to someone, probably Sungmin, on the phone through those thin college dorm walls), it’s just that Jino is a teasing little bastard.
Jino joined the band club that Kyuhyun was also in half a year ago, blowing Kyuhyun away with his chocolate voice and gorgeous sunshine smile, but was nothing more than an acquaintance before they were put down to do a duet together in the concert the club was putting up a month later. Then came the late-night practice sessions because Jino had classes till ridiculous timings (Kyuhyun highly doubted that, though, because what freshman had that kind of timetable) and the helping Kyuhyun-hyung with his guitar playing and the oh-so-accidental brushes of finger across Kyuhyun’s thighs and the intense, electrifying stares Jino gave Kyuhyun for a second too long whenever their eyes met.
There was also the time when Kyuhyun’s brain had shut off listening to Jino cover a song, managing to do it so much better than the original singer had, and was revelling in the way that chocolate voice poured into his ears and filled him. Part of it was because he had his eyes fixed to Jino’s mouth, those pretty pink lips forming words and sounds and perfect little ‘O’s that Kyuhyun thought would be more perfect around things other than air. His things. And then Jino stopped and that beautiful caramel song stopped playing and before Kyuhyun’s brain could reboot Jino had his hand on the waistband of Kyuhyun’s jeans, resting on his hipbone and those perfect lips were reaching his, breathing hot breaths on his own.
And then suddenly there was no more hot breath and Jino was moving away with a little glint in his eyes, and Kyuhyun was left alone in the practice room unsure if he had imagined it, with his pants a little too tight and a urge to strangle the first person he saw.
And there was yesterday night when Jino was singing some power ballad and Kyuhyun was watching the strain of his neck as he threw his head back, and those moist, soft lips, and suddenly Jino was leaning over, his lips tickling Kyuhyun’s ear, saying, “I think you’re a little excited, hyung,” his hand resting dangerously near Kyuhyun’s crotch. Kyuhyun would have lost it there and then if not for Zhou Mi who had bounded in happily asking if Kyuhyun would like to do a little rehearsal for them, which is why Kyuhyun decided to henceforth classify Zhou Mi as the bane of his existence.
But in any case, Zhou Mi or not, Jino was a teasing little bastard, and Kyuhyun has had enough, he decides. He just barely gets through his lectures for the day, fashioning fantastical scenarios which detailed exactly how he was going to get Jino to bend over for him, and spots Jino dashing into a restroom after his classes. Perfect, he thinks, and hurries in, barring the door closed with a mop wedged between the wall and a row of lockers after he makes sure they are alone in the restroom. He hooks his thumbs through the belt loops of his jeans, leans against the lockers next to the urinals, and puts on his best seductive expression.
Jino is done quickly enough, thank god, because Kyuhyun isn’t sure if he can hold out for much longer, and is washing his hands when he catches sight of Kyuhyun in the mirror. Kyuhyun rather enjoys the surprise and confusion that flits across his face.
“Hyung?” Jino says, a small smile on those perfect lips, “Hi!”
“You stupid shit,” Kyuhyun smirks and walks towards Jino, who turns around hesitantly to face Kyuhyun, “you know what you’re going to do?”
Jino’s eyes widen and he looks kind of endearing in his bewilderment, but Kyuhyun can’t really concentrate on many things when he’s hard. So he leans close to Jino, his lips brushing Jino’s ear, and rasps, “you’re going to suck me off.”
He pulls back a little to look at Jino, their noses almost touching, the whisper of Jino’s breath on his lips driving him nuts. Jino looks straight into Kyuhyun’s eyes, and Kyuhyun can see the tiniest dilation of his pupils; those sunshine eyes now dark with lust. Jino’s mouth is twitching with a hint of a smirk, and Kyuhyun matches it, grinding his hips into Jino’s. Kyuhyun can feel Jino’s cock through the layers of chafing material, the lack of bare skin contact too overwhelming, yet actually kind of perfect, and he yanks Jino’s zip open, bringing his erection out throbbing in the palm of his hand. And then suddenly Jino’s mouth is on Kyuhyun’s, kissing him hungrily, fiercely; Kyuhyun moulds into the kiss as Jino’s hands sneak under his shirt. Kyuhyun undoes his jeans and drops a hand to their leaking cocks, rubbing them together with delicious friction, and then Jino’s tongue is on Kyuhyun’s ear, his jawline, his teeth nibbling on Kyuhyun’s earlobe, and Kyuhyun finds his shirt somehow open and his pants pooled at his ankles.
The dream he’d had the night before was pretty damn sweet for the first part, so he pushes Jino to his knees and orders, “suck.” Jino sneaks out his tongue, as though tasting Kyuhyun hesitantly, and the tiny flicks of his tongue makes Kyuhyun nearly weak in the knees.
“Fuck - fuck, Jino, just -“ Kyuhyun grips the sink counter, but thank god Jino slides his mouth up Kyuhyun’s cock and Kyuhyun thinks the sight of Jino’s pretty pink lips on his cock is rather mind-blowing, but then Jino does something with his tongue and Kyuhyun’s brain explodes for a moment, he can’t concentrate anymore. He can feel a tightness coiling inside him and Jino’s sucking, hard, then releases Kyuhyun’s cock so suddenly that Kyuhyun almost falls over the edge. He keeps it in though; he wants to hold out so it’ll be better later, and Jino’s mouth is on his cock again, sliding smoothly up and Kyuhyun can feel Jino’s teeth graze it and he has to steel his legs to step a little away from Jino, who looks up, confused, letting go of Kyuhyun’s cock with a pop.
“Get up,” Kyuhyun pulls Jino to his feet and goes to scrabble in his bag for lubricant because he wants to fuck Jino proper, and he hears Jino groan, “hyung,” in a raspy growl, holding his cock and shit, that gets him harder than ever. He wastes no time in spreading lubricant on his fingers and twists Jino around to slide his fingers inside the younger man in one smooth motion. He’s got his fingers all the way in to his knuckles, thrusting, stretching, and Jino is moaning, “fuck me, hyung,” the desperation in Jino’s voice sending shivers down Kyuhyun’s back. Kyuhyun’s cock is throbbing so hard with lust he feels just about ready to burst, so he pulls his fingers out to wrap them round Jino’s leaking erection, and pushes in, feeling Jino all tight and warm and good around his cock. Jino forces a choked curse out, and his knuckles turn white clutching at the sink counter, but suddenly he’s bucking against Kyuhyun and fucking hell he feels so good around Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun starts pumping in and out of Jino, snapping his hips harder and faster, the thrusts erratic, seeking more heat and friction. The sight of Jino bent over for Kyuhyun with his forehead on the sink counter, taking Kyuhyun up the ass is enough to send Kyuhyun over the edge, and he feels his vision pop white for a moment as the pleasure explodes inside him. Jino does as well, bursts of come spilling all over Kyuhyun’s fingers, and lets out a rough moan of pleasure as he catches his breath. Kyuhyun has to rest against the sink counter beside Jino after it’s over, unable to keep a wide grin from his lips, and savours Jino’s come all over his fingers. Not bad at all, he evaluates the episode against his previously fantastical scenarios, and decides it’d be best not to tell Jino about the dream at all.
---
“Did you pinch yourself sometime in the middle?” Zhou Mi asks as Kyuhyun finishes telling him about everything, laughter barely contained, “you know, just to make sure.”
Kyuhyun thinks about the possibilities to steal Zhou Mi’s clothes when he takes his shower and plans out exactly how he’s going to leave them in the dorm lounge.
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a/n: oh my god this is so filthy i am so shameless.