oh baby cop girl
jaejoong/yunho
crack
nc17
1544 words
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Prompt: Jaejoong with his long, sexy Tri-angle hair in pigtails and his cute ass in a little school girl outfit. And a side order of lots of dirty talk and moaning, please. Thank you.
- kpop kink meme
“Fucking hair extensions,” mutters Jaejoong and he drags a hand through the artificially straight strands, sinks into an empty chair in the dressing room. “I look like a woman.”
“Well at least you’re a pretty woman.”
Yoochun waggles his eyes at Jaejoong in the mirror as he passes, quickly whispers unlike Junsu before wheeling away to the next room, Junsu dragged protesting behind him.
“You’re not so hot yourself, you look like you just stepped off a cheap biker gang movie okay?”
“Says the anime character that looks like he’s just stuck his pinky into an electrical socket.”
“Sorry baby, Changmin’s over in the next room.”
Bicker and banter and a little bit more teasing before the door closes and there’s only Yunho left, lounging on a couch in the corner, combing the gravity defying gel out of his hair.
“Long day, eh?”
“Eh,” comes the uninterested response and Jaejoong isn’t in any mood for conversation, would very much prefer to just sit in his chair and pretend that tomorrow he’ll wake up with manly!hair again. Pretend being the key word.
“I trust Yoochun’s taste in women,” pushes Yunho and Jaejoong thinks his spidey senses would be tingling if he had any. There’s a dangerous sort of lilt to Yunho’s voice.
“Explain, Mr.Jung.”
A noncommittal shrug and Yunho fails hard at trying to look as if there’s nothing more to the last thing he just said. Jaejoong gets up to stride over to Yunho, having to flick too-long hair out of his eyes every few steps. Stupid fucking-…
“God, that's sexy,” Yunho mumbles under his breath and Jaejoong pauses mid-step, eyes narrowed.
“Say what?”
Yunho stands now and Jaejoong finds himself retracing his steps backwards, urged up against the table he just had his feet on a few seconds ago. Yunho tracing muscles taunt under tight leather.
“You make…” Yunho mouths the words against Jaejoong’s skin, breath heated on his neck. Adam’s apple working up and down in his throat as Jaejoong’s hands scrabble for a hold on the table edge. “A very…” Nip on one ear and Jaejoong breathes in deep, Yunho pushing him down further. “Very sexy woman.”
-
“Fuck you.”
Yunho throws a striped school tie in Jaejoong’s direction and the latter catches it deftly, knots it around his neck all while muttering dirty, dirty things under his breath.
“That’s a good girl.”
“You owe me. A lot of things.”
Yunho locks the door to the dressing room and leans against it to survey his handiwork, Jaejoong strutting up towards him in pleated thigh length skirt and standard white school blouse stretched tight around the wrong areas nothing he’d want anyone else to see. Bless the girl group that debuted today in school uniforms, just bless their little absent minded souls.
“Raunchy sex up against the wall good enough for you?”
Jaejoong fingers one pigtail thoughtfully and Yunho can feel his throat tighten as Jaejoong twirls it, coy and uninhibited behind closed doors. The man’s even gone and put barrettes in his hair for god’s sake. Tiny, pink ones.
“We’ll just have to try that out before I can tell you, won’t we?”
And Yunho doesn’t object to that at all, can’t when Jaejoong is pushing hard against him, hard length under that dammed short, short skirt grinding against him.
“You like it like this, don’t you?” he whispers in Yunho’s ear and the latter pushes back just as hard, trades places with Jaejoong without losing so much as a beat. Jaejoong’s back up against the wall now. Yunho finds out that Jaejoong isn’t wearing anything under that stupid skirt and Jaejoong keens against his neck when he takes advantage of that.
“Of course I do.”
Yunho has a hold on Jaejoong now, stroking slow and pinning the other man against the wall with his weight, Jaejoong bucking for some kind of leverage. “Of course I do,” he whispers. “Of course I like to see you under me like this, pretty skirt bunched up around your pretty little hips.” He draws another moan out of Jaejoong and pauses mid-stroke, tightening his grip enough to turn it into a gasp instead.
“Tell me what you’re going to do,” breathes Jaejoong and he shudders when Yunho undoes the buttons straining against his chest. “Tell me how hard you’re going to fuck me.”
Yunho doesn’t comply instantly of course, chooses to make a show of stripping his own clothes instead. Leave Jaejoong panting, head lolling tired against the door as he slips tight fitting pants down his thighs.
“Call me oppa and I will.”
A snarl at this and Yunho has to laugh, the sound lost in fabric as he pulls his shirt off over his head slow slow slow. Such a fucking tease, Jaejoong thinks. I love it.
“Well?”
In a way, Yunho had almost been expecting this but when Jaejoong tackles him to the floor, there’s still enough surprise in it to knock the breath out of him. Jaejoong settles on his chest, hair in disarray and one hand settling on Yunho’s cock, needy under the gray material of his briefs. He brushes his thumb against it none too gently.
“Oppa,” Jaejoong says calmly and Yunho moans at the sudden loss of contact as Jaejoong’s hands moves to explore the planes of his chest instead. “Tell me, oppa.”
“I’m going to get you under me again,” comes the soft reply and Jaejoong finds himself being wrestled onto his back, staring up at Yunho. “Like so.” Yunho mirrors Jaejoong’s actions twofold under the skirt and Jaejoong moans, arching into the touch. Hand circling head, down and up and touching. “Then I’m going to take that skirt off you.” Fabric protesting as he slips it off Jaejoong’s hips, the latter going to cover himself almost by instinct but Yunho catches his hand midway. Pins it to floor above his head.
“After that, I’m going to spread your legs as far as they can go.”
“Yunho I-…”
“Shut up for a moment, I’m on a roll here. Then-…” He pauses for a moment, hovering over Jaejoong’s sex. “Look what you’ve done,” he finally says, tongue flicking out to taste and Jaejoong thrusts almost wildly now, desperate for some kind of real contact. “You’ve gone and derailed my train of thought.”
Another few seconds before Yunho gives in and takes Jaejoong slow, inch by tantalizing inch until Jaejoong is a mess of drawn out pleas, Yunho’s name slipping out unbidden every few syllables.
“Then you know what I’m going to do next?” mouths Yunho against Jaejoong’s thigh when he’s satisfied, tracing a vein there.
“Tell me, you bastard.”
Yunho reaches under one of the tables for his bag. Comes up a bottle of hand lotion that does more than moisturize hands, oh, Jaejoong knows.
“I’m going to slip my fingers into you, slow and steady,” continues Yunho and he does exactly that, makes Jaejoong clench his teeth and swear at the ceiling while Yunho kneels with his legs on either side of Jaejoong’s hips, sliding two fingers in and out with a practiced kind of slowness.
“And when I’m done,” Yunho draws them out with one last curl that has Jaejoong gasping. “And when I’m done, I’m going to fuck you.”
“About time.”
“Shut up and lift your hips, woman.”
“Sexist pig you-…oh.”
Yunho goes slow from the start, long strokes and deep thrusts, bracing the impact on Jaejoong’s shoulders as Jaejoong claws lust into his back. One hand snakes its way down from shoulder to chest to rigid sex, keeping in time with the increasing rhythm. Breathe, breathe, faster, now, please. A flurry of highs that peak into a dizzying flush of heat when Jaejoong comes in Yunho’s hand, Yunho following suit with a muffled groan against Jaejoong’s neck.
-
“You know,” Jaejoong says later, pulling the barrettes out of his hair. “When I said tell me how hard you’re going to fuck me, I actually was just saying tell me how hard you’re going to fuck me. Not a full out commentary.”
Yunho stashes the now crumpled school uniform into an unused drawer, prays that no one will find it and even if they do, no one will remember who had used this room. There’re a few…questionable patches on the skirt, not to mention the rip in one side of the blouse.
“What, you only complain after it’s all said and done?”
“Who said I was complaining. And I saw what you did there with the uniform, take it out. I’ve got better plans for it.”
Yunho thinks he knows what kind of plans might be suitable and says so out loud, throws in the creative usage of food items and syrupy things just for good measure.
“You wear it next and we’ve got ourselves a deal.”
And everything seems set to go on fine after that, except until Jaejoong quite forgets to pull the pigtails out of his hair when they step out into the corridor and Changmin is up all night uploading the pictures onto Daum.
.fin
AN-> ...cries that wasn't even sexy, I'm sorry anon ;_; dbsk in times of desperation oh yes, I should be doing something productive like studying bio now but gad knows what happened the last time I did that. I wrote fic, that's what. And I'm doing it again :DDD Substanceless fic is substanceless is a form of procrastination~
crack
nc17
1544 words
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Prompt: Jaejoong with his long, sexy Tri-angle hair in pigtails and his cute ass in a little school girl outfit. And a side order of lots of dirty talk and moaning, please. Thank you.
- kpop kink meme
“Fucking hair extensions,” mutters Jaejoong and he drags a hand through the artificially straight strands, sinks into an empty chair in the dressing room. “I look like a woman.”
“Well at least you’re a pretty woman.”
Yoochun waggles his eyes at Jaejoong in the mirror as he passes, quickly whispers unlike Junsu before wheeling away to the next room, Junsu dragged protesting behind him.
“You’re not so hot yourself, you look like you just stepped off a cheap biker gang movie okay?”
“Says the anime character that looks like he’s just stuck his pinky into an electrical socket.”
“Sorry baby, Changmin’s over in the next room.”
Bicker and banter and a little bit more teasing before the door closes and there’s only Yunho left, lounging on a couch in the corner, combing the gravity defying gel out of his hair.
“Long day, eh?”
“Eh,” comes the uninterested response and Jaejoong isn’t in any mood for conversation, would very much prefer to just sit in his chair and pretend that tomorrow he’ll wake up with manly!hair again. Pretend being the key word.
“I trust Yoochun’s taste in women,” pushes Yunho and Jaejoong thinks his spidey senses would be tingling if he had any. There’s a dangerous sort of lilt to Yunho’s voice.
“Explain, Mr.Jung.”
A noncommittal shrug and Yunho fails hard at trying to look as if there’s nothing more to the last thing he just said. Jaejoong gets up to stride over to Yunho, having to flick too-long hair out of his eyes every few steps. Stupid fucking-…
“God, that's sexy,” Yunho mumbles under his breath and Jaejoong pauses mid-step, eyes narrowed.
“Say what?”
Yunho stands now and Jaejoong finds himself retracing his steps backwards, urged up against the table he just had his feet on a few seconds ago. Yunho tracing muscles taunt under tight leather.
“You make…” Yunho mouths the words against Jaejoong’s skin, breath heated on his neck. Adam’s apple working up and down in his throat as Jaejoong’s hands scrabble for a hold on the table edge. “A very…” Nip on one ear and Jaejoong breathes in deep, Yunho pushing him down further. “Very sexy woman.”
-
“Fuck you.”
Yunho throws a striped school tie in Jaejoong’s direction and the latter catches it deftly, knots it around his neck all while muttering dirty, dirty things under his breath.
“That’s a good girl.”
“You owe me. A lot of things.”
Yunho locks the door to the dressing room and leans against it to survey his handiwork, Jaejoong strutting up towards him in pleated thigh length skirt and standard white school blouse stretched tight around the wrong areas nothing he’d want anyone else to see. Bless the girl group that debuted today in school uniforms, just bless their little absent minded souls.
“Raunchy sex up against the wall good enough for you?”
Jaejoong fingers one pigtail thoughtfully and Yunho can feel his throat tighten as Jaejoong twirls it, coy and uninhibited behind closed doors. The man’s even gone and put barrettes in his hair for god’s sake. Tiny, pink ones.
“We’ll just have to try that out before I can tell you, won’t we?”
And Yunho doesn’t object to that at all, can’t when Jaejoong is pushing hard against him, hard length under that dammed short, short skirt grinding against him.
“You like it like this, don’t you?” he whispers in Yunho’s ear and the latter pushes back just as hard, trades places with Jaejoong without losing so much as a beat. Jaejoong’s back up against the wall now. Yunho finds out that Jaejoong isn’t wearing anything under that stupid skirt and Jaejoong keens against his neck when he takes advantage of that.
“Of course I do.”
Yunho has a hold on Jaejoong now, stroking slow and pinning the other man against the wall with his weight, Jaejoong bucking for some kind of leverage. “Of course I do,” he whispers. “Of course I like to see you under me like this, pretty skirt bunched up around your pretty little hips.” He draws another moan out of Jaejoong and pauses mid-stroke, tightening his grip enough to turn it into a gasp instead.
“Tell me what you’re going to do,” breathes Jaejoong and he shudders when Yunho undoes the buttons straining against his chest. “Tell me how hard you’re going to fuck me.”
Yunho doesn’t comply instantly of course, chooses to make a show of stripping his own clothes instead. Leave Jaejoong panting, head lolling tired against the door as he slips tight fitting pants down his thighs.
“Call me oppa and I will.”
A snarl at this and Yunho has to laugh, the sound lost in fabric as he pulls his shirt off over his head slow slow slow. Such a fucking tease, Jaejoong thinks. I love it.
“Well?”
In a way, Yunho had almost been expecting this but when Jaejoong tackles him to the floor, there’s still enough surprise in it to knock the breath out of him. Jaejoong settles on his chest, hair in disarray and one hand settling on Yunho’s cock, needy under the gray material of his briefs. He brushes his thumb against it none too gently.
“Oppa,” Jaejoong says calmly and Yunho moans at the sudden loss of contact as Jaejoong’s hands moves to explore the planes of his chest instead. “Tell me, oppa.”
“I’m going to get you under me again,” comes the soft reply and Jaejoong finds himself being wrestled onto his back, staring up at Yunho. “Like so.” Yunho mirrors Jaejoong’s actions twofold under the skirt and Jaejoong moans, arching into the touch. Hand circling head, down and up and touching. “Then I’m going to take that skirt off you.” Fabric protesting as he slips it off Jaejoong’s hips, the latter going to cover himself almost by instinct but Yunho catches his hand midway. Pins it to floor above his head.
“After that, I’m going to spread your legs as far as they can go.”
“Yunho I-…”
“Shut up for a moment, I’m on a roll here. Then-…” He pauses for a moment, hovering over Jaejoong’s sex. “Look what you’ve done,” he finally says, tongue flicking out to taste and Jaejoong thrusts almost wildly now, desperate for some kind of real contact. “You’ve gone and derailed my train of thought.”
Another few seconds before Yunho gives in and takes Jaejoong slow, inch by tantalizing inch until Jaejoong is a mess of drawn out pleas, Yunho’s name slipping out unbidden every few syllables.
“Then you know what I’m going to do next?” mouths Yunho against Jaejoong’s thigh when he’s satisfied, tracing a vein there.
“Tell me, you bastard.”
Yunho reaches under one of the tables for his bag. Comes up a bottle of hand lotion that does more than moisturize hands, oh, Jaejoong knows.
“I’m going to slip my fingers into you, slow and steady,” continues Yunho and he does exactly that, makes Jaejoong clench his teeth and swear at the ceiling while Yunho kneels with his legs on either side of Jaejoong’s hips, sliding two fingers in and out with a practiced kind of slowness.
“And when I’m done,” Yunho draws them out with one last curl that has Jaejoong gasping. “And when I’m done, I’m going to fuck you.”
“About time.”
“Shut up and lift your hips, woman.”
“Sexist pig you-…oh.”
Yunho goes slow from the start, long strokes and deep thrusts, bracing the impact on Jaejoong’s shoulders as Jaejoong claws lust into his back. One hand snakes its way down from shoulder to chest to rigid sex, keeping in time with the increasing rhythm. Breathe, breathe, faster, now, please. A flurry of highs that peak into a dizzying flush of heat when Jaejoong comes in Yunho’s hand, Yunho following suit with a muffled groan against Jaejoong’s neck.
-
“You know,” Jaejoong says later, pulling the barrettes out of his hair. “When I said tell me how hard you’re going to fuck me, I actually was just saying tell me how hard you’re going to fuck me. Not a full out commentary.”
Yunho stashes the now crumpled school uniform into an unused drawer, prays that no one will find it and even if they do, no one will remember who had used this room. There’re a few…questionable patches on the skirt, not to mention the rip in one side of the blouse.
“What, you only complain after it’s all said and done?”
“Who said I was complaining. And I saw what you did there with the uniform, take it out. I’ve got better plans for it.”
Yunho thinks he knows what kind of plans might be suitable and says so out loud, throws in the creative usage of food items and syrupy things just for good measure.
“You wear it next and we’ve got ourselves a deal.”
And everything seems set to go on fine after that, except until Jaejoong quite forgets to pull the pigtails out of his hair when they step out into the corridor and Changmin is up all night uploading the pictures onto Daum.
.fin
AN-> ...cries that wasn't even sexy, I'm sorry anon ;_; dbsk in times of desperation oh yes, I should be doing something productive like studying bio now but gad knows what happened the last time I did that. I wrote fic, that's what. And I'm doing it again :DDD Substanceless fic is substanceless is a form of procrastination~