Now that I got your attention, I have an announcement to make. From now on, I shall relentlessly post ONE Kim Jonghyun picture a day, until all of the pictures have been exposed thoroughly. If I miss a day or two, I will post as many pictures as how many days I missed. That will be the only…
;) Looking forward to it. & could possibly contribute with some of his ASIANNESS in your inbox. <3
It’s not faaiiirrrr… *flails & fangirls/fanboys* Give meee…
Just… look at him… he’s laughing at me. -.-” He knows I want him & can’t have him. Damn you, ignant lil bitchtit.
STOP IT WITH THE ADORABLENESS ALREADY. T-T”
He KNOWS. T-T” You-short-dinosaur-piece-of-shit. GET IN MY…
My vagina agrees with you. Lol. Glad to see that I got you into this mess, darling. <3
Intro: With T.O.P, G-Dragon, and Daesung sharing one hotel room, Taeyang takes it upon himself to rent a separate room for him and Seungri. Thinking that Taeyang didn’t want to crowd into one room with five members, Seungri tries to think nothing of it and agrees to room with the dancer. One day in particular, Seungri wakes up first, thinking about his feelings for Taeyang and how he wants to reveal the secret he’s kept inside for so long. He gets his chance when Taeyang finally comes out of his room for breakfast.
Final: I watch him walk from his room to the kitchen. He walked like he was in a drunken stupor, but I knew he just got up from sleep by the way he moaned and stretched his back. Damn, those biceps look sexy…
“Morning, Youngbae-hyung.” He jumps, turning around and giving me a half-assed glare before turning to the fridge. “Hey, Seunghyun-ah.”
“You’re up early.” I wipe away my morning tears and catch him staring at me, setting a jug of orange juice on the counter.
“You okay?” He starts toward me, but I wave him away nonchalantly.
“Yeah, just got sleepy eyes. What do you want for breakfast? I’m in the mood to cook something.” He brightens at this, knowing that whatever I make, it’ll be delicious. Youngbae-hyung’s always complemented my cooking skills. I get up and remake my bed on the pull-out couch.
“Hmm… do we have any pancake mix?” He pours himself a glass of OJ and sets the jug back in the fridge, looking over the shelves to try and spot the telltale mark of Bisquick.
“I don’t know. Check the cupboard and see if Daesung-hyung bought some on his shopping spree last week.” He searches past the cereal in the cabinet and makes a noise of exclamation. He jumps over and over, this time making sounds of frustration.
“Seungri-ahhhh…” he whines. I picture him in children’s clothes and stamping his foot, bringing a laugh out of my mouth.
“I got it.” Chuckling to myself, I reach in the spacious cupboard and take out the mix. I’m just tall enough to reach it with the tips of my fingers and this makes me titter at Youngbae’s smaller size.
“Yah, stop making fun of me…” He punches my shoulder lightly and scrunches his nose. [Aigoo, so cute.]
“Mian haeyo, saranghe, Youngbae-hyung.” I set the mix on the counter with a plastic bowl. I hug him from the back while he searches for eggs in the fridge. He pushes me away and smiles. “Aish, you’re so annoying.”
“Youngbae-hyuuuuung, let me love youuuuu.” I make cutesy faces and raise my voice high so that I sound like a little girl.
“No, no get away…” He laughs and scoots around the counter, tripping over his feet. I skip after him and push him onto my bed, smirking. He sighs and sinks into the clean sheets, giddy and excited. I could see the outline of his chest showing through his wifebeater. Damn me and my hormones.
I jump on him and bury my face in his neck, pushing both of us further into the mattress.
“What do you want, maknae?” He smiles and traces my eyebrow with his finger, sending shivers down my spine.
[Your virginity…] I think of all the things I’d like to do to his hard muscles, but then he stiffens and tries to pull away from me. I look at him in confusion and see shock tainting his face… [Oh!] I let out a huff of air and my eyes widen in embarrassment, my cheeks coloring pink. I stuff my face in the sheets, voicing my displeasure. [I said that out loud, didn’t I?]
“S-Seunghyun-ah…”
“M-Mian haeyo, Youngbae-hyung. I-I… I didn’t know I said that out loud.” I raise myself off him and sit on the edge of my bed, head down in despair. [What will my hyung think of me now?]
Surprisingly, I feel his muscular arms tighten around my waist as he breathes in my ear. “What Dooo Yoouu Waaant Maknae?” His voice had gotten deeper, slower, and even more husky. I bite my bottom lip, hoping he wasn’t planning on me answering that again. “I-I… I want…” He turns my head and makes eye contact with me. Those piercing dark eyes cause me to keep going. “I… I want you.” I look down and my cheeks deepen in color, giving away the meaning behind my words. I look back at him and see emotions waging a war over his flawless face. I wait for him to make a decision, but I never get a response.
Instead, his lips are on mine and I gasp at the soft skin touching me. I pull back to get a grip on my fogged mind, but he follows me and ends up on top, our lips moving and melding together. I bite his lip lightly and he lets out a sigh, opening his mouth, almost begging for our tongues to meet. I slip inside and explore his mouth, tangling tongues and rubbing teeth together.
I tug at his shirt, moaning for more skin-to-skin contact. He obliges, throwing the white tee away and sitting up, allowing me to rake my eyes over his chest. I press the pads of my fingers at the top of his collar bone and drag them down. Youngbae closes his eyes and hums softly. When I get to his waist, he tilts his head back and exhales sharply. I knead his soft spots and he starts to moan. He pushes me back into the mattress, kissing and sucking on my neck. I whimper, letting him know that he found my weak spot as easily as I found his.
Seeing as I didn’t wear a shirt to bed [Sometimes I like to sleep with no shirt on. It’s not a crime… yet.], Youngbae decides to drag his lips down my chest, humming his satisfaction at my happy trail. He licks up both of my v-lines, making me gasp and squirm at the cold air that follows.
“How about I take yours now and you can take mine later?” He smirks, raises an eyebrow, and bites his lip while he takes my sweatpants off. He pulls me into a sitting position and kisses me again, putting more force into it, making the smallest of bruises on my lips. This turns me on and I kiss him back roughly, pulling him even closer. I slide my hands down his body, taking note the sounds that spill from his throat, and push them into his boxers, tracing his hard erection. Moaning into my mouth, he pushes my hands away and takes his pants off. I pull my lips away and frown.
“One thing at a time…” He pinches my ear and before I can protest, he steals my boxers from my legs and kisses up my thighs, pushing me down into the soft matress and raking his nails down my waist, making me lose my breath. I can tell that my manhood is more than ready for him, feeling my stomach tingle. I hang on to the metal frame as he comes face-to-face with me, grinding down on my pelvis and causing me to arch my back and moan louder, his hands roaming all over my skin. The friction of his boxers on my cock hurts so good…
“Y-Youngbae-hyung…” He silences me with another rough kiss, taking the rest of his clothes off and pulling a condom from their pocket. I take his fingers and suck on the middle and index, letting him know how much I want this.
“I’ll be gentle. I promise.” He whispers sweet nothings in my ear as he drags his fingers out of my mouth and down to my entrance, pushing them in only halfway, teasing me. I whip my head back and tug on the bedsheets, whining and writhing under him. I try to push myself lower to make the pain stop, but he brings me back up and pinches my ear for a second time.
“Uh-uh, you’re not getting it that easily. You have to work for it…” He curls his fingers inside me and I start to pant in anticipation, my hands gripping the metal bed frame even harder than before. I pull my hands away from the bar, raking them through his hair and pulling on it, making him moan. “T-Try… harder.” He gives me a half-assed smirk and I whine, connecting my mouth to his clavicle – kissing, sucking, bruising the sensitive skin. It’s not long before I have him calling my name softly and I hear him say the words I’ve longed for.
“You’re mine.” His fingers push deep inside of me and I cry out in pain, searing through my system, white-hot, and not to mention agonizing. A whimper escapes my throat and I start to cry from the burning sensation. His face falls and his kisses flutter up my neck, across my jaw, all around my face as he brings me down from discomfort, this time whispering encouragements, telling me how handsome I am, how wonderful my body looks, how hard I’m making him, how he’s aching to get inside me for real.
“Seunghyun, mian haeyo…” I start to feel the pleasure build up inside my chest, releasing a loud moan as he adds another finger, stretching me even more and bringing the pain back. He kisses me passionately, then hungrily, swiping his tongue across my bottom lip. His fingers go slower, in and out, trying hard not to give in to what he wants. His fingers are too short, missing my hot spot by mere inches every time, making me moan and want more.
I grab his shoulders, digging my short nails into his skin. He takes this as a go ahead, my breath coming in short gasps as he starts to go faster. Before I know it, I’m almost at the brink, but I sputter out a weak reply. “S-Stop, I-I’m about t-to-“
He immediately pulls his fingers out and I hear him roll the condom over his throbbing rod. I whine in discomfort of the emptiness that engulfs my lower half, waiting for him to get the message. I don’t have to wait long.
His tip probes my exit, and I shudder, my want for it becoming a need. He pushes in slowly. Only a quarter of it is inside before both of us cry out – him from pleasure, me from distress. He stops and looks at me, his face betraying concern. Tears are streaming down my face as I gasp for air.
“Seunghyun-ahh…” A tear slips down his cheek as well and he kisses me softly. He brings his hands on both sides of me, caressing my face, his fingers stroke my neck, delicate, gentle. I pull my face back slightly, looking deep into his dark brown eyes.
“K-Keep going… you h-have to k-keep going…” He nods once and both of us give out low guttural moans as he slowly pushes further, inch by inch, until he fills me to the brim, our pelvises actually touching. My own member sits comfortably between us, hard and erect. The pain is almost gone when he kisses me again, passion and love radiating from his lips, his hands roaming my face and torso, his legs, his whole body giving out vibes of pure love.
Then he starts to move. First it’s slow – pulling out almost all the way, then gradually going in, our hips touching every time. The sounds that come from the back of our throats give me goosebumps all over. I kiss his neck, letting him know I want more. His paces quicken and I’m bucking my hips into him, the pitch of my moans getting higher. He adjusts himself into a new position that throws him deeper inside me, hitting my prostate and sending me into a fit of high-pitched mewling. I dig my nails into his shoulders as he hits my spot over and over.
“I-I’m gonna- UH!” My body convulses as the coiled heat in my stomach releases, sending me into my very first orgasm. My head whips back and I cling to Youngbae’s shoulders, riding it out. The sounds that emanate from me are a mix between pants and whines.
“S-Seunghyun-ahh… AH!” Youngbae gets so turned on that it brings him to the brink, coming hard, his eyes shut tight, hips stuttering mid-thrust. This prolongs my orgasm further, and I draw out a whine, my arms and legs trembling. My fingers scrape down his arms and tangle in the sheets as we come down from our pleasure high. He slowly sinks down onto me, our bodies molding together, legs tangled, torsos sticking together from the mess I made. Both of us are left in a heaving mess. He pulls me closer and his lips brush mine lightly. He leans his forehead against mine, opening his eyes halfway.
“I love you, Seunghyun-ah.”
I freeze for a minute before relaxing into the mattress with him, half-asleep. “I love you, too, Youngbae-hyung.” A smile plays on my lips as he pulls the sheets and comforter over us. He wraps me in his arms, my back to his chest, and falls asleep almost instantly. I fall asleep to the sound of my yeobo’s slow breathing, sharing love in our dreams.
“Come on, you know it’ll work out just fine. What’s holding you back?” I shake Daesung’s shoulder to get his attention.
“I don’t know, Youngbae-ah. It sounds… nice, but I’d like to talk to Seunghyun-hyung for a minute.”
“Plleeeaaaasssee?? It’ll be fun, I promise. And you’ve been talking to him for the past half hour any way. It won’t hurt you to wait a couple hours. You can talk to him afterwards, I swear.” I give him a cheesy smile and jump up and down exitedly. He sighs and nods.
“Fine. I’ll let you do this just this once, okay? And the practice better be worth it.” I laugh and tug on his hand. “Oh, it will.” I tell Seunghyun and the others that me and Daesung will be practicing our dances for the next show. They all nod and Jiyong-hyung tells me they won’t disturb us while we’re working.
He follows me to the dance studio furthest from the member’s dressing room and I lock the door behind us to make sure no one will interrupt us.
“This is gonna be so much fun!” I squeal, flailing around like I just had a Red Bull. Daesung chuckles and mumbles something about a little school girl. He takes a radio and puts our newly-made CD in, switching the tracks to his song.
“Okay, how will the first part go? Since this was your idea, I’ll let you take charge.” I laugh at the thought of something else I could take charge of.
“I like the sound of that.”
[2 Hours Later]
“Uhh… Youngbae, why are you staring at me?”
I shake my head and focus back on Daesung’s dark, endless eyes, drawing a blank.
“I-I… you… I just… your all…”
“Youngbae-ah, we just finished our dance practice and you’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes. Is there something wrong?”
“Y-you have… do you need a towel?” I hand him the rag from my back pocket, searching for a better explanation as to why I was watching the beads of sweat drip down his flawless neck.
“Oh, thanks.” He takes it appreciatively and dabs at his face and neck. He didn’t realize I had walked around him and was facing his back. He takes the towel away from his face as I wrap my arms around his waist slowly.
“Y-youngbae?..”
“Shhh…” I toss the towel in a chair and run my hands under his shirt, feeling those tender abs he tried and successfully created a couple months ago. He lets out a small sigh. “Youngbae-ah…”
I remembered to lock the door after we got into the dance room so the other band members wouldn’t disturb our “dance session.” Just to get Daesung alone with me was a hassle. He wouldn’t stop talking to the Seunghyuns after Choi’s previous interviews with High Cut Magazine. After some pressing, I got him to agree to help him with a dance routine for his song “Wings.” So far he’s done well.
“Y-youngbae…” His lips parted as I toyed with the waistband of his jeans. I had decided they were already getting too tight for my taste and started to unbutton them. Daesung wouldn’t have it. He pulled away from me and pushed me against one of the mirrored walls, pinning my arms above me.
“How do we go about this?…” He trails his fingers down my tattoed skin, pulling a low moan from my throat. I take another chance and flip us around, pulling his head back by his blonde hair and biting down on his shoulder softly. He gasps and I bite down harder, making him whimper in my ear. I suck at his neck as his legs get weaker. In a few minutes, I have him on his knees and whining. I give him a trail of bruises down his bare chest with my teeth, and he writhes underneath me, moaning and getting louder every time I touch his skin. I thank the gods that this dance studio is sound-proof and chew softly on his ear. Then I switch to massaging his thighs and I run my tounge down the line of his jaw, working my hands closer to his-
“Ah!” I’m tossed to the side and he’s unlocking the door before I can get up. He runs from the room and I follow him. I spot a flash of his blonde hair disappearing around a corner and I slow my steps, trying to be quiet. I turn the corner and find the weight room’s door slightly ajar. Puzzled as to why he’d choose this room to hide in, I cautiously open the door and step inside.
I’m bear-hugged from behind and dragged to an inclined utility bench. Daesung pulls me down and binds my wrists tightly with a jump rope. Thankfully, he had locked the door afterwards.
“Don’t think I won’t be able to get myself out of this.” I tug on the rope, my biceps bulging, curling my lip in a playful sneer.
He smirks and drags his right hand down my jaw, my chest, my abs, and stops at my waist. Delighting in my frustrated growls, he starts to massage my hips. I buck and suck in a ragged breath. How did he know where my weak spots were? He rubs on my hips harder and I throw my head back, mewling sounds escaping my lips. I can feel myself getting hard through my sweatpants, and Daesung knows it. He sits on my lap and places his hands on my shoulders. I grit my teeth as he grinds his pelvis into mine. He leans forward and whispers in my ear, taunting me. “Not what you expected, is it, my little tiger?”
I let out another rumble and buck my hips, trying and failing to get him off me. When that doesn’t work, I sink my teeth into his shoulder a second time, almost drawing blood. He winces from the pain and pulls my hair, yanking my head back and exposing my neck. Fixing his mouth to my glistening skin, he uses the hand that’s not in my hair to brush against my member. This brings arousal to the stiffness between my legs with a greater intensity.
“D-Daesung-ah…” I can barely form his name as he kisses down my torso. I try to break the rope’s hold again, but the knots hold tightly to my raw, bleeding wrists. I can feel my muscles getting weaker. Damn, he tied those knots WELL.
His hands massage my thighs and my body thrums, relaxing against the seat. I’m panting heavily and Daesung stops to take off his shirt. He smirks at my surprised expression and kisses me roughly.
Finally, he unties me and flips me around, retying the knots and taking my sweatpants off all the way. Then, there’s nothing. I’m just sitting here in my boxers, waiting for him to make another move, but when I turn around to look at him, he’s not there.
(Wait- he just left me in here?? Great…) I sigh and press my forehead to the cool surface of the bench. Feeling a small breeze on my back, I shiver and hug the bench tightly.
“Youngbaaeee… Youngbae-ahh…” I hear my name whispered throughout the room and I glance around, trying to find his blonde hair among the equipment. His hands trace my spine and I shiver at their coldness.
“What’d you do, dip your hands in ice water?” I laugh half-heartedly, but he takes a pail of ice from behind his back, grinning evilly. My body shudders as he takes an ice cube from the bucket and makes contact with my heated skin. I moan and he covers my mouth with his, moving our lips in familiar patterns. What he does next is almost unforgiveable.
He pulls the front of my boxers open and drops the cube inside, making me gasp and moan louder as it leaves a wet trail down to my rock-hard member. He chuckles again and adds two more in the back, making me grit my teeth in pleasure. He presses on my hips again, letting slip his moans of deprivation. He kisses me deeply and pulls my head back.
“Come on, babe. Beg me for more.” And so I do.
“P-Please… D-Daesung… I…”
“What do you want?”
“I-I want… I want you. I want…”
“Do you want… this?” He strokes between my legs, the friction causing more heat to collect in the growing area. The ice cubes had probably fully melted by now. My body shakes and I try to form a response, but nothing comes out. His hand moves over my crotch and I let out another moan, pressing my back against his chest.
“T-Touch me, Daesung…” I pant in his ear and his body molds to mine as he strokes my thighs. The need for him to make love to me is too much and I gasp for air even though my lungs are already too full. He goes between my legs so now I’m sitting in his lap, staring at his wonderful, hairless chest. I press myself against him, kissing down his jawline.
He pulls my boxers down and I hear the sound of a cap popping open. I gasp again and my hips move forward as his slick fingers slide across my entrance. I move my legs to one side of him and kick my boxers off so they don’t get in the way of his thick fingers. He takes my left leg and slings it back over him, caressing my back with his short nails as the other hand slips between my legs. I ease into a whimper as he inserts the first finger, my face contorting in pain then gradually turning into pleasure as he inserts a second. I let out a breathy moan and he starts to pump them snail-like, leisurely, agonizingly slow. I whine and beg him to go faster, “P-Please… Daesung…”
Then he inserts a third finger, and I drop my head, cringing in pain.
“It’s been too long, huh Youngbae-hyung?” He goes a little faster and curls his fingers inward, probing my prostate. I’m thrown into my first orgasm and I see stars, crying his name over and over, my body reduced to convulsing and twitching.
“Round one - Daesung.” He smirks, takes a towel from the rack standing next to us, and wipes both of our chests clean. Then he slips from between my legs, taking off his pants and briefs as well.
“Ready for Round Two?”
AnonymousLol. x3 its me, in the flesh. (pun intended. OTL)
AnonymousAgh!! wtf?! -.-” At least it works on my tumblr wall. Go check it out. :D Prease?
