Illicit Love 4/7?
Title: Illicit Love 4/7?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong (implied sexual situations with Jaejoong and others)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to experiment with when I write fanfics like this.
Summary: I am an only child. But at about twelve, a boy was forced to work for us, and then suddenly I had a sister named Minjae. I knew that Jaejoong was still in there, behind the beautiful long hair and dresses and corsets. Did I fall in love with her, my adopted sister, or in love with the boy who she used to be?
Warning: implied sexual situations with a minor and prostitution
A/N: Jaejoong is a boy in this fic. But in Yunho's upbringing, he was taught to call him a girl and think of him as a girl, so he refers to Jaejoong as "her" and "she". This fic is first person, from Yunho's POV. Also, I tagged this as fantasy just because the setting is like an Inn during Medieval times.
Fanart by crazyaboutchun!!!
Part 4:
We sat by that creek for longer than I felt comfortable. Finally, I softly pushed her away by her shoulders. I rubbed her cheeks and kissed just below her eyes. “Come on. We have to move. Keep going.”
I wasn’t sure if my father would send someone out to find us, or even if they’d send one the right direction. But a soldier on a horse would be able to travel much faster than a horse carrying two riders.
I stood up and drew her to her feet. Her arms wrapped around my stomach, face against my chest. I hugged her and kissed her head. I led the way back to Bridget. Again, I mounted first and then lifted her in front of me. She turned sideways, like a proper lady, and made sure her skirts covered her feet.
We traveled at a slower pace, stopping to eat a small lunch. At about one in the afternoon, Jae was falling asleep in the saddle, and I was well on my way there. I pulled Bridget off the side of the road again. Jae woke up enough to stumble from the saddle. She waited as I spread out a blanket under the shade of a tree. She lay down with a sigh and then looked up at me when I moved away.
“You need to sleep, Yunho.”
“I know,” I whispered, kneeling next to her. “I will soon.”
She glared at me from under the fall of her hair. “Don’t try to act so tough, hyung, you’re tired.”
I laughed. “I am. Just a minute though.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead before standing. I moved to Bridget and removed our bags and then dug into those to remove a few of the money bags.
“What … Yunho!”
I turned. She was propped up on her hands, body twisted to watch me. Her eyes were wide.
“I told you to trust me, didn’t I? And technically this is your money.”
“W-what?”
“I’ve been skimming off the top of what men pay to be with you for almost two years. I have a lot of money. Well, it’s your money. So you have a lot of money. I don’t want to just hand it over to a bandit.” I went back to the makeshift bed and placed the money bags under the blanket where they would be mostly hidden. I straightened the blanket and then lay down next to my BooJae.
She stared at me a while longer and then moved over and put her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her and let myself sleep for only a couple hours. It was not a deep sleep, because I did not want to be caught unaware, but it was enough for the day. My BooJae slept very well, and with a smile curving her lips.
~~♥~~♥~~♥~~
We traveled this way for three days before stopping in a town for another horse. Bridget was doing fine, but I knew we could travel for longer periods of time if we were on separate horses. I bought a young horse, only about four years old. He was free-spirited and feisty. I liked him immediately, and the seller gave me his paperwork. His name was Smokey Ember. And his coloring showed that. He was dapple gray with an undertone of roan red. A mix of colors that made me think of a dying fire.
He and Jae got along right away, and even though the young stallion sniffed and danced when I was in the saddle, he immediately became docile when Jae rode him.
We were able to travel faster and farther. After another three days, I decided it would be safe to stay at an inn. We both needed a bath and a substantial meal.
We picked lodgings at the far side of town, just in case we had to get out in a hurry. The stableman complimented me on both of my horses and then offered a hand to Jae. She blushed and stammered a thanks as she slid down the horse. I tipped the stableman and then took all of our bags. A little page boy ran up to us and bowed and said it was his duty to carry the bags, but I knew I had too many for such a young boy to handle. I gave him two of them though. I held out my arm for Jae and she hooked her hand at my elbow. We followed the boy to the front door.
The innkeeper’s wife was named Amara. She was an older lady with a large smile; I was immediately reminded of my mother. She welcomed us and put us in a single room. I noted Jae shaking, and decided she was nervous. But then again, I had introduced her as my wife. I bartered for a bath for my beautiful wife and dinner for both of us. The woman showed Jae the bathing room, and I handed her a bag, telling her I would wait in the main hall for her.
Jae ducked her head and I kissed her cheek instead of her lips. I waited until the door shut behind her before sighing softly.
“Is everything all right, Yunho-shi?” Amara asked me.
I smiled at her and nodded. “She is a young bride,” I explained. “We met only a few weeks ago at our wedding.”
Amara smiled in understanding. She showed me to our room and I put our bags down on the bed. I locked the door before going back downstairs.
I sat at the table closest to the bathing room and penned a letter to my mother. Or I tried. I finally settled on vague.
Dear Mother,
I can only imagine your concern for us, but believe me when I say that we are doing well. We are stopping for a night of sleep in a real bed.
I am sure you’re disappointed and that you are angry with me and with Jae, but please, it was the only thing we could do.
You are a smart woman, so I know you know what Father was making Jae do. We were both very desperate.
Jae is still uncertain on the part to play. Quiet and withdrawn, but I’m unsure how to relieve the stress surrounding my beautiful BooJae.
Please understand.
And remember that I will always love you.
Forever your son
Jung Yunho
Amara had brought me a tankard of ale and a plate of fresh bread. I ate slowly as Jae’s bath lasted almost an hour. When she finally emerged, head lowered, dark wet curls hiding her face, my mouth dropped open. I had forgotten how beautiful she was in only a simple dress.
“Are you hungry, dear one?” Amara asked.
Jae shook her head, little drips of water landing on the wooden floor.
“We’ve been traveling for a few days,” I said, standing. “She is tired.” I went to her side and softly took her elbow.
“I understand. Dinner will be served at seven tonight.”
“Thank you, Amara,” I said, and Jae quietly echoed me.
I led her upstairs, quickly moving into the room to move the bags so she could lie down. She went to the bed and lay on her stomach, arms outstretched.
I sat next to her, leaning on my side with my feet off the bed. Her back rose and fell in a heavy breath. I played with the ends of her wet hair. She let out a frustrated noise and then turned her head, facing away from me.
“I’d like to sleep,” she said.
“Okay.”
“Alone.”
A pang of disappoint shot through my heart.
She turned her head, and I realized she was smiling. “Alone until you bathe,” she amended. “You have no idea how badly you stink.”
I laughed and rubbed our noses together. “Then I will go clean up while you get some beauty rest. I hate seeing those dark circles under your eyes. You’re too stressed out.”
“Can you blame me?” she asked, wincing as her voice cracked.
That made me laugh more, but her cheeks went red and she turned away from me. I pressed a kiss to her smooth neck and whispered, “I will return, my beauty. Rest well.”
With another smile, I stood up and went back downstairs for my own bath.
~~♥~~♥~~♥~~
Jae easily slipped into her role as a woman when we went down for dinner. She whispered to me that it was odd to be the one sitting while others served her. She ate like a person starved, but then again so did I, and the meat and gravy and potatoes were too good to not eat. We went to bed early, because Jae said the looks of the men at the inn made her nervous. I had no problem with that. I had noticed their looks too. I felt like we hadn’t even left, except that Jae was coming upstairs with me, instead of being left in the main hall to ward off their advances.
She again fell into bed. The light coming in the windows was still bright. I shut the shudders and pulled the draperies, encasing the room in shadows.
I was shaking as I climbed over her. We had done nothing more than kiss since we left, and I wanted to feel her skin against mine.
She sighed and moved her hair off her neck. I took the offering and kissed her skin, sweet from her bath. She smiled and lifted her hips, pressing her body against mine.
“I love you,” I whispered, nibbling on her ear as I slowly thrust against her.
“And I still say that you don’t know me enough to love me.”
“And I still say that I love what I know and will also love what you have yet to become.”
With a sigh, she rolled over. “What I become. You would love me as a boy.”
I smiled. “I love you as a boy.”
“But I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“You’re so stubborn,” she said.
“So are you. Can I kiss you now?”
“If you must.”
“Oh, love, I would kiss you all the time, but it’s letting go of your lips that I must do.”
She smiled and hooked her arms around my neck. I leaned down and kissed her. She kissed me back, but I could tell her heart was not in it.
“What’s wrong?”
She took a deep breath, chest rising against mine. “I feel so exposed. So … open.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. It’s like … this isn’t home. I’m so uncomfortable.”
I smiled and kissed her. “You feel uncomfortable here, where there is no chance of discovery.”
“I can’t explain it, but please understand.”
I brushed hair from her face. “Of course, my BooJae.” I kissed her again, so soft. I’d never say this out loud, but I kissed her like I would approach a skittish colt. It was a bit manipulative, but it felt like it’d been so long since I last touched her body. Long minutes later, her tongue rolled with mine, her lips were red and her cheeks flushed.
Her hands tugged on my tunic. I helped pull it over my head.
“Oh, fu-nggh.”
She laughed. I sat up. The laces of my tunic caught on my chin, blocking my sight. I straightened it and then finished pulling it off. I mock-scowled down at her. She bit her lower lip, trying not to laugh. I smiled widely and then fell back to her, elbows next to her head. I kissed her again. Her hand trailed down my skin, pulling shivers from my body. She took my arm, pushing it back. She pushed until my hand was on her thigh. I took her hint and rubbed her thigh, all around, up and down. I did not realize I was hiking her skirts up until my hand hit skin.
I broke away from her lips in surprise. Her smirk.
So I hadn’t been hiking up her skirts, but she did.
“You …” I laughed and she laughed. With a firm grasp I yanked her skirts up, flinging them over her face. She laughed trying to gather them all up.
I stared at her body-his body-and swallowed. The light shone on the pale skin, stomach caving with each deep breath, sticking out her ribs. I kept forgetting how delicate she was. I brushed my fingers over her ribs, lower to her stomach. Her skin twitched. Her laugh was muffled by her skirts. I ran fingernails down her bony hips, and then stopped, pausing before cupping her-his-balls.
My brain was confusing me, everything was confusing me, and it didn’t matter if he was she or she was Jaejoong. I remembered what she had done to me so many times. I leaned over her body and ran my tongue up the length of her-his-erection.
I forced myself to stop thinking, and only concentrate on pleasure. She shouted my name, and spurred on, I closed my mouth around the crown. Whimpers echoed my moans, and I took more into my mouth. I gagged almost right away and immediately gripped the base, stroking what I could not get in my mouth. I’d need lots of practice. I doubted this felt as good as when Jae had sucked on me.
“Yunho, fuck, Yunnie, please … just …” Fingers wrapped in my hair. The cock pulsed in my mouth. My head was yanked up, and I frowned as Jae knocked my hand away, replacing it with her own. Jae stroked only twice and then was coming, spurting come up all over the underskirts. I smiled as I crawled over her. Her chest was heaving. I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then her chin and then on her open lips. I let my hand lower back to her bare leg.
She hummed and then smiled before sealing our lips together in a soft kiss.
“Do I get to play with you now?” she whispered.
I chuckled. “Yes. If you want.”
“Yes. I want. Get naked and roll over.”
I followed her directions and lay on my back in the middle of the bed. I crossed my ankles, arms behind my head and watched as layer after layer of clothes dropped to the floor. Until she was beautifully naked.
I wanted to call her Jaejoong. Because like this, without the skirts, she was all male, all boy with narrow hips and shoulders and skinny legs. Beautiful skin, a beautiful tinge to those round cheeks, and such big, open eyes. I wondered how she would look with short hair, in a tunic and pants. With muscles. It was a vision I wanted to see in real life, but it was up to her.
I opened my mouth to ask and then shut it. I would wait until she brought it up. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. She crawled over me, long curly hair caressing my skin. Our lips met and her fingers curled around my cock.
For now, I would enjoy her in any way she let me.
Part 5: My Girl
Part 3: My Companion
Part 2: My Love
Part 1: My Sister
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong (implied sexual situations with Jaejoong and others)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to experiment with when I write fanfics like this.
Summary: I am an only child. But at about twelve, a boy was forced to work for us, and then suddenly I had a sister named Minjae. I knew that Jaejoong was still in there, behind the beautiful long hair and dresses and corsets. Did I fall in love with her, my adopted sister, or in love with the boy who she used to be?
Warning: implied sexual situations with a minor and prostitution
A/N: Jaejoong is a boy in this fic. But in Yunho's upbringing, he was taught to call him a girl and think of him as a girl, so he refers to Jaejoong as "her" and "she". This fic is first person, from Yunho's POV. Also, I tagged this as fantasy just because the setting is like an Inn during Medieval times.
Fanart by crazyaboutchun!!!
Part 4:
We sat by that creek for longer than I felt comfortable. Finally, I softly pushed her away by her shoulders. I rubbed her cheeks and kissed just below her eyes. “Come on. We have to move. Keep going.”
I wasn’t sure if my father would send someone out to find us, or even if they’d send one the right direction. But a soldier on a horse would be able to travel much faster than a horse carrying two riders.
I stood up and drew her to her feet. Her arms wrapped around my stomach, face against my chest. I hugged her and kissed her head. I led the way back to Bridget. Again, I mounted first and then lifted her in front of me. She turned sideways, like a proper lady, and made sure her skirts covered her feet.
We traveled at a slower pace, stopping to eat a small lunch. At about one in the afternoon, Jae was falling asleep in the saddle, and I was well on my way there. I pulled Bridget off the side of the road again. Jae woke up enough to stumble from the saddle. She waited as I spread out a blanket under the shade of a tree. She lay down with a sigh and then looked up at me when I moved away.
“You need to sleep, Yunho.”
“I know,” I whispered, kneeling next to her. “I will soon.”
She glared at me from under the fall of her hair. “Don’t try to act so tough, hyung, you’re tired.”
I laughed. “I am. Just a minute though.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead before standing. I moved to Bridget and removed our bags and then dug into those to remove a few of the money bags.
“What … Yunho!”
I turned. She was propped up on her hands, body twisted to watch me. Her eyes were wide.
“I told you to trust me, didn’t I? And technically this is your money.”
“W-what?”
“I’ve been skimming off the top of what men pay to be with you for almost two years. I have a lot of money. Well, it’s your money. So you have a lot of money. I don’t want to just hand it over to a bandit.” I went back to the makeshift bed and placed the money bags under the blanket where they would be mostly hidden. I straightened the blanket and then lay down next to my BooJae.
She stared at me a while longer and then moved over and put her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her and let myself sleep for only a couple hours. It was not a deep sleep, because I did not want to be caught unaware, but it was enough for the day. My BooJae slept very well, and with a smile curving her lips.
~~♥~~♥~~♥~~
We traveled this way for three days before stopping in a town for another horse. Bridget was doing fine, but I knew we could travel for longer periods of time if we were on separate horses. I bought a young horse, only about four years old. He was free-spirited and feisty. I liked him immediately, and the seller gave me his paperwork. His name was Smokey Ember. And his coloring showed that. He was dapple gray with an undertone of roan red. A mix of colors that made me think of a dying fire.
He and Jae got along right away, and even though the young stallion sniffed and danced when I was in the saddle, he immediately became docile when Jae rode him.
We were able to travel faster and farther. After another three days, I decided it would be safe to stay at an inn. We both needed a bath and a substantial meal.
We picked lodgings at the far side of town, just in case we had to get out in a hurry. The stableman complimented me on both of my horses and then offered a hand to Jae. She blushed and stammered a thanks as she slid down the horse. I tipped the stableman and then took all of our bags. A little page boy ran up to us and bowed and said it was his duty to carry the bags, but I knew I had too many for such a young boy to handle. I gave him two of them though. I held out my arm for Jae and she hooked her hand at my elbow. We followed the boy to the front door.
The innkeeper’s wife was named Amara. She was an older lady with a large smile; I was immediately reminded of my mother. She welcomed us and put us in a single room. I noted Jae shaking, and decided she was nervous. But then again, I had introduced her as my wife. I bartered for a bath for my beautiful wife and dinner for both of us. The woman showed Jae the bathing room, and I handed her a bag, telling her I would wait in the main hall for her.
Jae ducked her head and I kissed her cheek instead of her lips. I waited until the door shut behind her before sighing softly.
“Is everything all right, Yunho-shi?” Amara asked me.
I smiled at her and nodded. “She is a young bride,” I explained. “We met only a few weeks ago at our wedding.”
Amara smiled in understanding. She showed me to our room and I put our bags down on the bed. I locked the door before going back downstairs.
I sat at the table closest to the bathing room and penned a letter to my mother. Or I tried. I finally settled on vague.
Dear Mother,
I can only imagine your concern for us, but believe me when I say that we are doing well. We are stopping for a night of sleep in a real bed.
I am sure you’re disappointed and that you are angry with me and with Jae, but please, it was the only thing we could do.
You are a smart woman, so I know you know what Father was making Jae do. We were both very desperate.
Jae is still uncertain on the part to play. Quiet and withdrawn, but I’m unsure how to relieve the stress surrounding my beautiful BooJae.
Please understand.
And remember that I will always love you.
Forever your son
Jung Yunho
Amara had brought me a tankard of ale and a plate of fresh bread. I ate slowly as Jae’s bath lasted almost an hour. When she finally emerged, head lowered, dark wet curls hiding her face, my mouth dropped open. I had forgotten how beautiful she was in only a simple dress.
“Are you hungry, dear one?” Amara asked.
Jae shook her head, little drips of water landing on the wooden floor.
“We’ve been traveling for a few days,” I said, standing. “She is tired.” I went to her side and softly took her elbow.
“I understand. Dinner will be served at seven tonight.”
“Thank you, Amara,” I said, and Jae quietly echoed me.
I led her upstairs, quickly moving into the room to move the bags so she could lie down. She went to the bed and lay on her stomach, arms outstretched.
I sat next to her, leaning on my side with my feet off the bed. Her back rose and fell in a heavy breath. I played with the ends of her wet hair. She let out a frustrated noise and then turned her head, facing away from me.
“I’d like to sleep,” she said.
“Okay.”
“Alone.”
A pang of disappoint shot through my heart.
She turned her head, and I realized she was smiling. “Alone until you bathe,” she amended. “You have no idea how badly you stink.”
I laughed and rubbed our noses together. “Then I will go clean up while you get some beauty rest. I hate seeing those dark circles under your eyes. You’re too stressed out.”
“Can you blame me?” she asked, wincing as her voice cracked.
That made me laugh more, but her cheeks went red and she turned away from me. I pressed a kiss to her smooth neck and whispered, “I will return, my beauty. Rest well.”
With another smile, I stood up and went back downstairs for my own bath.
~~♥~~♥~~♥~~
Jae easily slipped into her role as a woman when we went down for dinner. She whispered to me that it was odd to be the one sitting while others served her. She ate like a person starved, but then again so did I, and the meat and gravy and potatoes were too good to not eat. We went to bed early, because Jae said the looks of the men at the inn made her nervous. I had no problem with that. I had noticed their looks too. I felt like we hadn’t even left, except that Jae was coming upstairs with me, instead of being left in the main hall to ward off their advances.
She again fell into bed. The light coming in the windows was still bright. I shut the shudders and pulled the draperies, encasing the room in shadows.
I was shaking as I climbed over her. We had done nothing more than kiss since we left, and I wanted to feel her skin against mine.
She sighed and moved her hair off her neck. I took the offering and kissed her skin, sweet from her bath. She smiled and lifted her hips, pressing her body against mine.
“I love you,” I whispered, nibbling on her ear as I slowly thrust against her.
“And I still say that you don’t know me enough to love me.”
“And I still say that I love what I know and will also love what you have yet to become.”
With a sigh, she rolled over. “What I become. You would love me as a boy.”
I smiled. “I love you as a boy.”
“But I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“You’re so stubborn,” she said.
“So are you. Can I kiss you now?”
“If you must.”
“Oh, love, I would kiss you all the time, but it’s letting go of your lips that I must do.”
She smiled and hooked her arms around my neck. I leaned down and kissed her. She kissed me back, but I could tell her heart was not in it.
“What’s wrong?”
She took a deep breath, chest rising against mine. “I feel so exposed. So … open.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. It’s like … this isn’t home. I’m so uncomfortable.”
I smiled and kissed her. “You feel uncomfortable here, where there is no chance of discovery.”
“I can’t explain it, but please understand.”
I brushed hair from her face. “Of course, my BooJae.” I kissed her again, so soft. I’d never say this out loud, but I kissed her like I would approach a skittish colt. It was a bit manipulative, but it felt like it’d been so long since I last touched her body. Long minutes later, her tongue rolled with mine, her lips were red and her cheeks flushed.
Her hands tugged on my tunic. I helped pull it over my head.
“Oh, fu-nggh.”
She laughed. I sat up. The laces of my tunic caught on my chin, blocking my sight. I straightened it and then finished pulling it off. I mock-scowled down at her. She bit her lower lip, trying not to laugh. I smiled widely and then fell back to her, elbows next to her head. I kissed her again. Her hand trailed down my skin, pulling shivers from my body. She took my arm, pushing it back. She pushed until my hand was on her thigh. I took her hint and rubbed her thigh, all around, up and down. I did not realize I was hiking her skirts up until my hand hit skin.
I broke away from her lips in surprise. Her smirk.
So I hadn’t been hiking up her skirts, but she did.
“You …” I laughed and she laughed. With a firm grasp I yanked her skirts up, flinging them over her face. She laughed trying to gather them all up.
I stared at her body-his body-and swallowed. The light shone on the pale skin, stomach caving with each deep breath, sticking out her ribs. I kept forgetting how delicate she was. I brushed my fingers over her ribs, lower to her stomach. Her skin twitched. Her laugh was muffled by her skirts. I ran fingernails down her bony hips, and then stopped, pausing before cupping her-his-balls.
My brain was confusing me, everything was confusing me, and it didn’t matter if he was she or she was Jaejoong. I remembered what she had done to me so many times. I leaned over her body and ran my tongue up the length of her-his-erection.
I forced myself to stop thinking, and only concentrate on pleasure. She shouted my name, and spurred on, I closed my mouth around the crown. Whimpers echoed my moans, and I took more into my mouth. I gagged almost right away and immediately gripped the base, stroking what I could not get in my mouth. I’d need lots of practice. I doubted this felt as good as when Jae had sucked on me.
“Yunho, fuck, Yunnie, please … just …” Fingers wrapped in my hair. The cock pulsed in my mouth. My head was yanked up, and I frowned as Jae knocked my hand away, replacing it with her own. Jae stroked only twice and then was coming, spurting come up all over the underskirts. I smiled as I crawled over her. Her chest was heaving. I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then her chin and then on her open lips. I let my hand lower back to her bare leg.
She hummed and then smiled before sealing our lips together in a soft kiss.
“Do I get to play with you now?” she whispered.
I chuckled. “Yes. If you want.”
“Yes. I want. Get naked and roll over.”
I followed her directions and lay on my back in the middle of the bed. I crossed my ankles, arms behind my head and watched as layer after layer of clothes dropped to the floor. Until she was beautifully naked.
I wanted to call her Jaejoong. Because like this, without the skirts, she was all male, all boy with narrow hips and shoulders and skinny legs. Beautiful skin, a beautiful tinge to those round cheeks, and such big, open eyes. I wondered how she would look with short hair, in a tunic and pants. With muscles. It was a vision I wanted to see in real life, but it was up to her.
I opened my mouth to ask and then shut it. I would wait until she brought it up. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. She crawled over me, long curly hair caressing my skin. Our lips met and her fingers curled around my cock.
For now, I would enjoy her in any way she let me.
Part 5: My Girl
Part 3: My Companion
Part 2: My Love
Part 1: My Sister
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