2000’s emo nahyuck oneshot au
‼️: porn with plot hair pulling praising/degrading dry humping mentions of marijuana and alcohol friends with benefits fingering high sex bitting slight ragebait during sex if you squint improper use of sliver rings? slight nipple play dacryphilia
author note: Since this takes place in the 2000s, they will be aged up to their current ages! EVERYONE IS OVER 18! People have been begging for one-shots, especially from groups like NCT! If you guys have any requests, you can send them here or to my Twitter @/bittenfawn
Bad habits? What are they exactly? The average person would say things like jaywalking, picking scabs, and biting fingernails. In retrospect, this would be the correct answer, but in Donghyuck's case, his bad habit was a 5'10" emo Korean man he met at a gross dive bar a year ago in Hongdae. They exchanged MySpace handles that autumn night in 2004, under the loud guitar and bass of Sum 41's debut album, blasting through the bar's speakers. That bad habit's name was Na Jaemin.
They would talk about anything and everything; it didn't really matter. They bonded over music and stupid cartoons on Adult Swim. Donghyuck and Jaemin often discuss forming a band. Donghyuck would play the guitar and sing, while Jaemin played the drums and did the background vocals. They would shoplift from the local liquor store and drink and smoke weed at the local park, enjoying each other's company as the cold wind grazed their faces. They were so close that even mutual friends accused them of dating or, at the very least, having slept together once.
Jaemin would be very bashful about those comments, unlike Donghyuck, who always took them as a joke. But the lingering thought of them actually having intercourse ruminated in both of the boys' heads one way or another. The idea didn’t disgust them; it was more like an unspoken feeling they both had. The thought of grinding on Jaemin desperately while smoking a blunt and listening to Sleeping with Sirens was his ideal hangout, especially after going to an underground show. Usually, Jaemin would be sweaty, his eyeliner slightly smudged, and his voice raspy from screaming along with the band playing.
Surprisingly, Jaemin felt similar but was more perverted about it, especially alone. Jaemin can’t even count how many times he has gotten boners while just talking to Donghyuck on his shitty Nokia flip phone. It would usually happen while they were talking late at night. Donghyuck’s voice would deepen because he was tired from work, since he always worked the closing shift at the local music store in Seoul.
The worst part was how casual it was. Donghyuck never knew. He’d just be rambling about some asshole customer trying to haggle over a Black Veil Brides CD, and Jaemin would be sprawled on his bed, half-hard, hand pressed against his sweats, praying his voice didn’t crack when he answered back.
“You sound awful,” Jaemin teased one night, his voice coming out higher than he wanted.
“That’s because I feel awful. I haven’t relaxed in months. From all the work I'm doing, I should be getting a raise, but no,” Donghyuck replied dryly, and Jaemin could hear sheets rustling, Donghyuck rolling onto his side.
“It doesn’t help that all these weird vampire poser kids are coming in after discovering Linkin Park and Paramore and trying to school me on my knowledge about them as if I didn’t wait in the cold for tickets for both of them a couple of months back.”
Jaemin bit his lip hard, squeezing his eyes shut as his cock shifted slightly against his boxers.
“Then quit,” Jaemin said, trying to keep his voice even.
“And do what? Work at that run down cafe with you?”
Donghyuck’s laugh came sharp but tender through the receiver, sharp enough that Jaemin’s stomach clenched but tender enough to make him blush slightly.
“At least you’d get an employee discount and all the apple pie you can dream of because you always beg me to save you some when we close,” Jaemin muttered, breath catching halfway.
“Are you ok?” Donghyuck said suddenly, tone suspicious.
“Why do you sound out of breath?”
Jaemin froze, looking at his cock throbbing in his black fuzzy Batman sleep pants Jeno gave him for his birthday. He was pathetic; he couldn’t be really getting turned on by his best friend's voice, especially when he’s talking about how shitty his day was
He swallowed hard before speaking.
“I’m not. You’re just imagining shit.”
“Yeah, sure… whatever you say, Jae.” Donghyuck yawned, the sound lazy and slightly whiny. “From how you act, you sound obsessed with me, but that’s my educated guess.”
Jaemin’s chest tightened, but he forced a laugh.
“I think lack of sleep is getting to you, Hyuck, because you sound delusional.”
Donghyuck hummed low, almost smug. “Maybe, but I have a great intuition, and it never fails me.”
Jaemin squeezed his eyes shut again, wishing Donghyuck could see how right he was, wishing Donghyuck could see the way he writhed under his sheets just from hearing his voice. Instead, he forced himself to grin into the phone, voice steady.
Donghyuck chuckled before leaning into the phone.
“Good night, Min. Don’t miss me too much.”
Jaemin stared at the ceiling long after the call ended, phone still buzzing faintly in his palm. His cock was still hard, throbbing under the waistband of his fuzzy Batman pants, and Donghyuck's voice replayed in his head like a skipping record.
He groaned, dragging a hand over his face.
It wasn’t fair how Donghyuck could make him ache without even trying. Just his stupid laugh, his lazy yawns, and his voice dipping low at the end of the day. Jaemin hated how much he wanted him, how much he thought about what it would feel like if Donghyuck’s voice wasn’t through a shitty Nokia speaker but right against his ear, lips brushing skin, breath hot.
A few weeks later, he tried to shake it off, but the perverted demons in his head kept banging at him. They met up at a cheap diner, the kind that reeked of grease and burnt coffee. Donghyuck was already there, slouched in the booth, eyeliner smudged, zip-up hoodie falling off his shoulder like he hadn’t slept.
Jaemin slid into the vinyl seat, which was cracked and peeling and had the scent of pancake syrup and bacon grease ingrained inside it. He pushed back his messy black hair before tilting his head to the side, looking at Donghyuck carefully, analyzing his features like a hawk, before looking down at the menu.
Donghyuck didn’t look up. He was hunched over his coffee cup, flipping through the menu.
“You’re staring,” he muttered, voice low, still rough from sleep deprivation.
“I mean, I like looking at pretty things, so can you blame me?”
Jaemin teased as his gaze lowered onto Donghyuck’s lips, then flicked back up to his eyes.
Donghyuck finally glanced at him, a sharp smirk tugging at his mouth. “You’re disgusting.”
Jaemin leaned back against the booth with a shit-eating grin plastered on. “First, I’m obsessed; now I’m disgusting. Just keep stacking insults on me, Hyuck my poor feelings.”
“You don’t have feelings,” Donghyuck shot back, stirring his coffee lazily, eyes dropping back to the menu.
Jaemin leaned forward, chin propped on his palm, voice pitched just enough to make it sting. “Who says I don’t? Maybe I just hide them better than you.”
Donghyuck finally glanced up, eyebrow cocked, as sarcasm slipped out through his pursed lips. “Right. Because staring at me like you’re undressing me counts as subtle.”
Jaemin let out a low laugh, his gaze flicking down to Donghyuck's lips before dragging up again, deliberate. "Damn, I thought I was; that's a shame. If I'm honest, if I did undress you, I know I would like the view."
For a moment, Donghyuck just held his gaze, coffee forgotten. His knee brushed Jaemin’s under the table, and neither of them moved.
“Do you think about it?” Donghyuck asked suddenly, his voice dropping lower like it had on those late-night calls.
Jaemin blinked slowly, feigning innocence. “Think about what?”
“This,” Donghyuck said softly, eyes narrowing, “Us. What people say. If they’re right.”
Jaemin's eyes widened slightly as a smirk crept on his lips, his chest tightened, and heat rose to his ears. “What, that we’re basically dating? Or that we explored each other's bodies."
Donghyuck huffed a laugh, shaking his head slightly embarrassed. “Don’t play dumb, Jae. I mean, have you actually thought about it? You and me. Crossing that line.”
The air between them went taut, like the diner itself faded—the clatter of plates, the hum of the jukebox, and the smell of fluffy sweet pancakes all dulling under the weight of Donghyuck’s question.
Jaemin sipped a coffee, his head cocking to the side. The wheels turned in his head, listening to Donghyuck's question. He's thought about this more times than he can count, unfortunately. He always wanted to see how pretty Donghyuck would look whining against him while playing the drums when they made music in his basement. He wondered what it felt like to have his teeth nibbling at his skin and his fingernails dragging against his back, marking it up so badly that it stung to the touch.
"I have thought about it more times than I would like to admit, but the real question is, have you thought about it, Hyuck?" Jaemin says softly, his voice smooth and teasing, leaning across the sticky table staring at Donghyuck with dark and flirty eyes.
Donghyuck didn’t pull away. His laugh came soft and low, like he was daring Jaemin to push harder. “I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t, but it doesn’t mean I’d ever let you in.”
"Really? Hyuck, if we ever went there, I promise it would be the best you ever had. I'm sure of it." Jaemin echoed, grinning devilishly as his naturally cocky aura dripped out of his words.
Their knees pressed tighter under the table, Jaemin’s eyes heavy-lidded as he studied Donghyuck like he was trying to crack him open. The space between them pulsed, blurring the line between the way friends teased and the way lovers tested each other’s limits.
The waitress dropped off their food, snapping the tension for a second. Donghyuck leaned back, and a soft blush crept on his face as Jaemin watched smugly. “Eat your pancakes before you say something you can’t take back.”
Jaemin just cut into his stack, syrup dripping, his grin sharp as ever.
The tension in the diner was thick, as hot as the smell of bacon grease and coffee grounds. Their knees were still pressed together under the table, neither pulling back, and every time Jaemin leaned in to say something, Donghyuck’s eyes flicked to his mouth just a second too long. It wasn’t innocent anymore; it hadn’t been for a while, but sitting across from each other in that sticky booth, it was undeniable.
When the check came, Jaemin snatched it before Donghyuck could reach. “I got it.”
Donghyuck rolled his eyes. “You’re broke.”
Jaemin smiled softly as his signature smirk glazed across his lips, sliding a crumpled 20-dollar bill into the check folder.
“So are you, but I’m a gentleman, so I will pay, plus you can repay me by coming back to my place and hitting the bong I stole from Jeno while I practice playing the drums.”
Donghyuck let out a slightly exasperated sigh, jokingly, “I mean, I have nothing else to do, plus, I’ll never pass up free weed, so let’s go.”
The walk to Jaemin’s apartment wasn’t far from the diner. By the time that they were done eating, it was dark outside. The cool autumn air was beating against their faces, symbolizing the appearance of the season. The walk back was silent, but the boys were so close to each other that their hands could touch. They did for a moment; neither of them flinched. Instead, they moved into each other, instinctively holding each other‘s pinkies like cringey middle school girls who just got their first boyfriend.
Donghyuck’s heart fluttered rapidly as he swallowed his spit. He had always wanted this, even though it seemed ridiculous to others. This type of touch meant something to him. He would never say it out loud, but Jaemin’s small physical gestures always triggered something in his brain. It was more than serotonin. It was almost like he was shot with an opioid; he craved that type of physical touch from him, no matter how innocent it was. That craving was virtually unshakable. Some days, he would want to feel Jaemin’s body heat against his, other days, he would want to feel the sting of the other's hand spanking him. He would never admit it, though at least not to Jaemin.
Jaemin’s apartment was pretty simple. It was a bit dirty, but not to the point where it was considered a significant issue. He had old, broken drumsticks lying around his red drum kit, which he had purchased from a flea market a few months prior. It was damaged when he first got it, so he decided to refurbish it. It was, at one point, his passion project. He had a small house plant that he took care of off and on, but as of right now, the plant was dying of thirst. He had a few takeout bags in his kitchen, along with half-drunk alcohol bottles.
Donghyuck took off his shoes, glancing around. “Still a mess, I see.”
Jaemin looked over at the other male as he was dumping out the water from his old bong. “I prefer to call it organized chaos, but trust me, I’m getting to it. It’s not as bad as it usually is. Oh, and by the way, make yourself at home.”
Donghyuck walked around Jaemin’s living room, noticing his music collection. He had a collection of vinyl records and CDs, along with some cassette tapes, scattered about on a bookshelf from Asking Alexandria to Fall out Boy. He had a collection of horror movies on DVD, along with random video game discs that weren’t returned to their respective cases. On the floor was a PlayStation hooked up to a beat-up square television. Lying next to it was a full-length mirror with smoky eye shadow pallets and brushes slightly scattered on the carpet as if someone was getting ready there.
Jaemin finally walked over placing his chin on Donghyuck’s shoulder slinking one of his hands around the boy’s waist causing Donghyuck to flinch.
“It’s just me, Hyuck, relax, my bong is prepped, let’s go to my room.” Jaemin whispered in Donghyuck’s ear in a slightly sensual and whiny tone.
“Jesus, you always gotta sneak up like that?” Donghyuck muttered, trying to sound annoyed, but his voice cracked just slightly, betraying him.
Jaemin only grinned, lips hovering near Donghyuck’s neck.
“I don’t scare easily. I was just in deep thought when you decided to slither around me.” Donghyuck shot back, whispering against Jaemin’s ear, slowly playing along with Jaemin’s tactics
The air between them buzzed. Jaemin’s thumb rubbed a lazy circle against Hyuck’s hipbone through the fabric of his hoodie before he finally pulled away and grabbed the bong off the counter. “C’mon,” he said, tone teasingly tender.
Donghyuck followed, pretending like he didn’t notice the faint heat still crawling up his spine.
Jaemin’s room was eclectic to say the least. His walls were covered with bands he adored and some posters, even those signed by the artist, the most infamous being the My Chemical Romance poster with all the band members' signatures on it. On his desk was his iMac G3, which was open to his Myspace page. Around his computer, CDs had been burned, along with pictures of his friend group and old soda cans. The bed had black sheets and a grey and white comforter. It was messy; all the sheets were going different ways. It was apparent he hadn’t made his bed in God knows how long.
On his bedside table was an unopened water bottle, little photos of their friend group, and pictures of him and Donghyuck cuddling on the couch at Mark's kickback last February. Donghyuck picked up the photo, smiling softly, remembering that night like it was yesterday.
Donghyuck lingered at the edge of Jaemin’s bed, still holding the photo between his fingers, a faint smile ghosting over his lips.
Jaemin looked up from where he was sitting on the mattress, lighting the bowl. The flame from the lighter flickered against his face.
“Of course I do. It’s one of my favorites. I gave myself snake bites in Mark's bathroom with Jisung, and then you freaked out because I did it with a safety pin. This photo was taken after I did it, and I had to calm you down because you kept saying I could get a brain-eating infection from doing it like that. Now we are here nine months later, and I don't have a brain-eating infection, only more piercings done in Mark’s dingy bathroom, which, in my opinion, makes me look sexier than ever."
Donghyuck tried not to laugh and failed before his eyes flickered to Jaemin's lips, looking at the silver piercings. “You’re insufferable. I was worried you were gonna get sick because of your stupid decision; your lip was all bruised."
Jaemin bit his lip softly, playing with his piercing, looking back at Donghyuck with that sensual puppy look he had. "You could bruise it again if you wanted."
Donghyuck tilted his head to the side, staring into Jaemin's eyes before playfully shrugging. "I could, but I know you would enjoy it too much, but who knows, maybe I will take you up on that offer."
"You're too pussy to do that," Jaemin teases, hitting the bong, taking a decent-sized hit before passing it to Donghyuck.
Donghyuck didn't say anything back and just hit the bong, coughing slightly. "Is this the shit you get from behind the laundry mat? It's so fucking strong, what the hell."
Jaemin shrugs, "I stole it from Jeno last week, because my plug is on probation something about not paying child support, I'm not completely clear on the details."
The pair passed the bong back and forth for about 45 minutes. Jaemin's playlist was on shuffle on his iMac, with faint sounds of the song "Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by Panic at the Disco echoing from his computer's speaker. Neither of them spoke; being in the same vicinity was enough. They were so close that their legs were now intertwined with each other as they lay down on Jaemin's bed, the smell of weed and fabric softener filled the boys' noses
Jaemin noticed Donghyuck's pretty frame snuggling against him. Donghyuck's zip-up hoodie rode up slightly, exposing the waistband of his black Calvin Klein boxers, along with his belly button ring featuring a guitar charm hanging from it. Jaemin moved closer, slinking his hands around Donghyuck’s waist, rubbing circles into his skin slowly.
Donghyuck smirked, moving into Jaemin’s touch, taking a hit of the bong once again, before blowing the smoke out against his lips, and planting a small kiss. Jaemin took the bong from Donghyuck, taking a hit himself before shotgun kissing him, holding on to his two-toned locs softly for support.
This was almost instinct for them, feeling each other‘s bodies. They pressed up against each other, but never really went beyond kissing. However, kissing wasn’t enough this time; they both needed more deep down. They knew it, but it was only a moment before somebody cracked and actually gave in to their thoughts about each other.
Donghyuck pulls away a string of spit, leaving his mouth, along with Jaemin’s. Both boys stare at each other, panting slightly, staring at each other more desperately than ever before.
“I have an idea,” Jaemin said as he got up really quickly, leaving the room before pulling his drum set into his room, sitting in front of it.
“Come here, baby,” Jaemin said, patting his lap, looking at Donghyuck, whose face was flushed a pale pink.
Donghyuck chuckled, walking over to sit in Jaemin’s lap, essentially straddling one of the other males’ thighs. As Jaemin’s playlist shuffled again, the sounds of Paramore’s Crushcrushcrush started seeping out of the speakers. He twirled his drumsticks and began to drum the beat of the song, softly singing along to it, whispering the chorus breathlessly into Donghyuck's ear.
Donghyuck smirked, throwing his head back slightly, singing along with Jaemin, subconsciously grinding against his thighs, while Jaemin’s thigh bounces to keep tempo with the song.
“Fuck~” Donghyuck whines as his cock begins to harden within his black skinny jeans. He leaned into Jaemin’s neck, trying to continue the song, but the sensations he was experiencing were dizzying.
“That’s it, baby, grind up on my thigh just like that,” Jaemin says, whispering seductively, kissing down Donghyuck’s sensitive neck as he continues to drum along with the song. Donghyuck let out a choked-out whimper, feeling himself get pushed closer to the edge by the relentless rhythm of Jaemin's thigh flexing beneath him.
Jaemin's drumsticks flew across the drum kit with practiced ease, the steady thump of the bass drum mirroring the pulse in Donghyuck's veins. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the curve of Donghyuck's jaw, voice husky as he sang the following line, the words vibrating against sensitive skin.
Donghyuck's nails dug into his palms as he closed his eyes, his face slightly flushed from the pleasure. Donghyuck was embarrassed to say the least. Jaemin is barely doing anything, and he already feels himself getting close to just grinding against his best friend's leg like a dog in heat.
The air thickened with the scent of weed lingering from their earlier hits, mixing with the musky hint of arousal seeping through Donghyuck's jeans.
"Keep going, just like that," Jaemin murmured, his free hand slipping under Donghyuck's hoodie to trace down his stomach, slowly fidgeting with his waistband. Donghyuck's breath hitched, his cock twitching hard against Jaemin's thigh, pre-cum leaking steadily now, soaking the front of his skinny jeans in a dark patch that Jaemin eyed with a predatory gaze.
The chorus hit again, and Jaemin amped up the tempo, his thigh bouncing firmer, higher, grinding up into Donghyuck's crotch with deliberate force. His head lolled back, exposing the column of his throat that had small bite marks sprinkled about, a soft moan escaping as he humped Jaemin’s leg shamelessly, the friction from his denim jeans and soft cotton underwear. His vision became spotty
“Jae..Jae, please.” Donghyuck says his breathing is shallow and desperate. Jaemin dropped the drumsticks on the floor, turning Donghyuck around to face him. He rubbed his hands through the older male's toned hair as a sign of comfort. Jaemin looked in Donghyuck’s eyes, his eyeliner already watering from the desperate tears of pleasure filling his eyes.
“You’re all worked up over humping my leg? I barely touched you, Hyuck. I knew you were pathetic, but not that pathetic.”
Jaemin said, cupping Donghyuck’s face, looking back at him with a predatory smirk.
Donghyuck looked at Jaemin, taken aback by his statement.
“But you…the thing with your leg…” Donghyuck’s voice still whiny he couldn’t look at Jaemin without his heart beating out of his chest.
Jaemin pats Donghyuck’s head like he’s a dog getting a treat. “Oh, baby, no…you were the one humping my leg subconsciously, don’t think I didn’t see that. All I did was play the drums.”
Donghyuck's eyes narrowed. Jaemin always found a way to get under his skin, but this time, there is something eerily hot about it. He couldn’t explain what it was, but he knew deep down how Jaemin was talking to him, turned him on even more
“Do you have something you wanna say to me? You look like you do,” Jaemin says, teasingly playing with his snake bite, looking at Donghyuck.
“You are sick. I know what you’re doing, and I’m not falling for it. I want this just as much as you do, and your body is telling on you.” Donghyuck said, leaning into Jaemin’s chest, touching their chests.
“I never said I wasn’t turned on. I’m just saying, it’s fascinating how you came just from humping my leg without even realizing it. That doesn’t happen out of nowhere, Hyuck. That tells me you’ve been thinking about this for a while, even if you won’t admit it. Your body just caught up to what your mind’s been hiding. All I did was give you a push.” Jaemin said softly, whispering in Donghyuck’s ear before kissing down his neck once more.
Donghyuck bit his lip, trying to stifle the soft moans that tried to escape his lips. He hated that Jaemin was right. He’s been thinking about this for months. This time, he can actually take action. The feeling of arousal swirled in his stomach. Donghyuck began to strip, taking off his hoodie and a black tank top that he wore, exposing his mesmerizing frame, his small waist, and his toned chest. It was on full display for his best friend to see.
A sharp exhale escaped from Jaemin’s lips as he saw Donghyuck shirtless. He had always known the other boy was pretty, but something about their situation made him realize it. It was more noticeable now, from how soft his skin felt to how pretty his curves were
Jaemin slipped off his Fall Out Boy t-shirt, exposing his slightly toned body to Donghyuck, before leaning to kiss him again. Donghyuck’s lips were soft, flushed with the color he adored; the same vanilla Chapstick that adorned the other boy's lips had, with the taste of weed lingering like a distant memory.
Jaemin’s hands trailed down Donghyuck’s pants, unbuckling them slowly, tugging them open with a swift yank. Donghyuck's cock sprang free, hard and flushed, the head glistening with pre-cum. Jaemin wrapped his fingers around the base, squeezing as he pumped once, slow and firm, watching Donghyuck's face contort in bliss.
Donghyuck pawed at Jaemin’s pants, desperate to free the other male cock as his hands trembled against the button of the jeans. He slowly got the pants open, seeing Jaemin’s hard cock. Everything about it was impeccably neat. He was slightly cleaned-shaven, with only a strip of hair dyed at his tip, a pretty pinkish-brown color, leaking a bit of pre-cum just like Donghyuck.
“See, you need me just as much as I need you. Please let me grind against it. I need to feel all of you, please, Jae.” Donghyuck whispered, his voice crackling with desperation, giving Jaemin a pitiful stare.
Jaemin let out a soft exhale, staring back at Donghyuck with pleading eyes before wrapping his hands around both of their cocks, grinding against each other. Donghyuck grabbed the rim of the drum to steady himself as he began to rut against Jaemin desperately.
"Shit~" Jaemin whined, trying to hold back his moans as he started to rut faster against Donghyuck's cock. The boys cocks were slicked with each other's fluids and sensitive to the touch. The tip of their cocks was flushed a raw pink color. Donghyuck leaned in grabbing Jaemin's hair forcefully, making the other male look at him. Jaemin's eyes were filled with desperate lust, the type that has been repressed for years, that slowly bubbles up over time.
"Let me fuck you, baby, please. I need you," Jaemin says breathlessly, his eyes glossy like he was going to cry. Donghyuck nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat as a perverted smile spread across his face. He was finally getting what he wanted: Jaemin filling him up and claiming him as his own
Jaemin turned Donghyuck around, lifting him off his thigh, bending him over his drum set, tracing his hand down the small of his back. Donghyuck's back dermals glimmered against Jaemin's silver rings while the cold metal from the drums pressed on Donghyuck's stomach.
Jaemin reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the bottle of lube he stored away. "I'm going to treat you so well, baby, you don't know how bad I need you like this. I promise, baby, to make you feel so good." Jaemin groans, his voice silked with lust. Donghyuck arched his back a little bit, flashing his hole to Jaemin, letting out a desperate whine.
The cold lube swirled around the tip of Jaemin’s finger, slowly tracing the other male’s rim, teasing it ever so slightly. A muffled mewl escaped Donghyuck's lips. He was already so sensitive from humping Jaemin’s leg. The room lingered with the smell of weed and the musk of the boys' colognes that were currently being sweated off. "Relax, honey, I've got you. Just keep arching your back just like that for me," Jaemin whispers in Donghyuck's ear as he inserts a finger inside of Donghyuck, stretching him out.
"Jae-Jaemin fuck~." Donghyuck whimpers, his knuckles turning a pale white as he grips the drum set, trying to keep himself stable. The sensations of Jaemin's rings, along with the feeling of his long, thin fingers teasing him, were enough to make Donghyuck feel like he was having a pleasure-induced psychotic break. Jaemin inserted another finger; this time, his silver skull ring went inside as well, grazing the other males' prostate. "You are taking my fingers so well, Hyuck. You like how my rings feel inside of you, don't you?" Jaemin says his voice dripping with condescension and lust. Donghyuck's back arches, letting out a strangled whimper as he listens to Jaemin's words. "J-Just put it in, I will be good, just give me your cock." Donghyuck groans out complete submission, seeping with his words.
The sounds escaping Donghyuck's lips stroked Jaemin's ego more than he liked to admit to himself. He wanted Donghyuck more than anything in the world; everything about the older male was intoxicating. The way he speaks, his scent, the softness of his skin. For months, Jaemin never wanted to cross that line. The thought of ruining their friendship over a hookup scared him more than anything, but now he has the man he met in the gross Hongdae dive bar bent over on his drum set, whining and begging for his dick. Jaemin slowly removed his fingers from Donghyuck, earning a shiver and incoherent mumbles from the other male. The younger male pulled his dick out of his boxers that were slightly stained from pre-cum leaking out. He wiped the tip of his cock using his precum as extra lube, tracing Donghyuck's hole once more before making Donghyuck face him, grinding his cock against Donghyuck, teasing the poor two-toned hair emo's pretty, lubed-up hole.
"You promise you will be a good little boy for me, hyuck, while taking my cock mhm-" Jaemin says as he continues to grind against the whiny boy's hole with that sadistic look in his eyes. Donghyuck could feel the weed and pleasure clouding his mind, along with Jaemin's sadistic look, which could make him orgasm right then and there. "I-I will p-promise I promise." Donghyuck pleaded, his eyes watering with desperation. Jaemin smirked, easing his cock inside of Donghyuck, stretching him out nice and slow, using his hands to keep the whimpering boy's legs open. Donghyuck gripped Jaemin's arm to stabilize himself, adjusting to the size of Jaemin's length.
"Fuck~” Donghyuck bit his lip, groans escaping his lips, his eyes still glassy, and the intoxicating feeling of his high was settling in, making him feel even more desperate than he already was. Jaemin's thrusts were slow and passionate. He kissed down the other’s neck, his thumbs brushing against Donghyuck’s sensitive nipples, teasing him as he thrusted. Donghyuck’s eyes squeeze shut, his two-toned hair clinging to his forehead, along with his puffy pink lips swollen from kissing and biting.
Jaemin’s thrust started to speed up as he gently grabbed Donghyuck’s face, forcing him to look at him. “Look at me, darling~ You look at me while I’m fucking you. I wanna see the pathetic faces you make.” Donghyuck whined, just barely opening his eyes, tears spilling out as he blinked. “You are so teary-eyed, honey. Does my dick really feel that good? You are so pathetic, but you knew a good boy as you could take it.” Jaemin hissed his lustful words were like silk against Donghyuck’s ears.
Jaemin leaned down, thrusting deeper into Donghyuck's hole, foreheads touching as his free hand grips the other’s throat, placing slight pressure on his Adam's apple that nervously bobs in his throat. “You are so pretty, Hyuck~ s-so pretty.” Jaemin groans into Donghyuck’s neck, trying to keep his composure. At this point, he didn’t even care about his own personal pleasure; he just wanted Donghyuck to feel good. Donghyuck’s hand traveled to Jaemin’s hair, pulling his jet black locs as Jaemin started to hit his prostate once again.
“I-I close,” Donghyuck whines, his voice barely coherent, tugging roughly at Jaemin’s hair as his orgasm pools in his lower abdomen. “C-Cum on my cock, baby~ mark my cock as yours.” Jaemin whimpers as he bites down on Donghyuck’s neck, feeling his orgasm swirling as well. Dark tears streamed down Donghyuck’s face from his eyeliner running as a string of babbles fizzled out of Donghyuck’s lips as his cocked leaked ropes of cum on his stomach, leaving a sticky white mess behind. Jaemin kept abusing Donghyuck’s prostate, planting small kisses on the other’s neck before ultimately cuming inside of him—the pair collapsed on each other, riding out their orgasms.
Ten minutes later, Jaemin removed his cock from Donghyuck, watching some of his cum spill out of his hole in the back of his mind, smiling at his work. He kissed Donghyuck's lips, wiping away his tears, lifted him off the drumset, placed him on his bed, and used a rag to clean him up. “You lived up to your expectations, Jae,” Donghyuck says, dazed, taking in a deep breath. “Are you finally admitting I was right all along, Hyuck? I’m flattered, actually.” Jaemin teased, handing Donghyuck the water bottle from his side table.
“Don’t push it.” Donghyuck murmurs, rolling his eyes, playfully cuddling up next to Jaemin, staring into his eyes, and analyzing his facial features, as peaceful bliss sets in.
“You know you love me,” Jaemin says, planting a kiss on Donghyuck’s shoulder before snuggling next to him, holding the other male's hand before kissing it, falling into peaceful bliss as well.
