Illicit Love 7/8
Title: Illicit Love 7/8
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 7:
I woke up a few hours later. It was dark, and the only sound came from the quiet gurgle of the river. Stars burned brightly in the absence of the moon.
Fingers rubbed along my skin, under my shirt. I reached up and caught Jae’s wrist. Still half asleep, I touched the soft smooth skin of a face, hand sliding back. My fingers hit short hair and I jerked my hand back.
Jae made a distressed noise and tried to pull away.
“I-I’m sorry,” Jae said.
I sat up and pulled him against me. “Jae, come on. I’m sorry,” I said, running my hands through his hair. “If you need time to get used to you not having long hair, then so do I. Especially when I’m half asleep.”
He bit his lower lip.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Can’t.”
I frowned. “Are you-“
He sighed and pushed me away. “I’m fine, hyung.”
I thought of pressing the issue and decided now wasn’t the best time. I lay back down and put my hand on his lower back, fingers splayed. He looked over his shoulder at me, turning only a little, and then slid away from my touch.
“Jaejoong,” I said, concerned.
“I’m fine,” he said again and stood up. As he walked into the dark, I told him not to go too far, and he didn’t reply and disappeared.
I fought the urge to go after him. I had to remind myself that this is who Jaejoong wanted to be, who he chose to be. He was no longer playing the part of a frail girl in need of protection. He was not the younger sister, or the younger brother. He was a young man, and that’s what I needed to treat him like.
I sat up again and rubbed my face in my hands. My heart ached for him.
I knew I would not go back to sleep, so I built a fire and cooked a small breakfast of bread and dried meat and boiled eggs. Jaejoong did not return by the time it was done; I left his out, waiting for him.
With nothing else to do, I went through some exercises and some hand-to-hand fighting techniques I could teach Jaejoong when he was ready.
The sky turned pink with dawn before Jaejoong returned. His eyes were red and cheeks tear-stained. It hurt, knowing that he’d rather cry alone than let me hold him. I pointed at his breakfast and he swallowed, nodded and sat down to eat it. He didn’t talk to me as we broke camp. I showed him how to saddle his horse and make the stubborn gelding take the bit even though he constantly tossed his head.
Jaejoong sagged in his saddle, eyes drooping, but he refused to fall asleep. After eating lunch, he went to the bed of the small creek and dug the toe of his boot into the soft earth.
“I need to know what you want to do,” I said carefully.
He flinched, but didn’t turn around to face me.
“I’ve been thinking,” I continued, “about you. About who you are and where you’re from. I’ve been selfish again, my love. I never thought of you having a home since you’re such a huge part of my life. I had forgotten that you used to be someone else’s son. Someone else’s love and joy. Where is your home?”
He lifted a shoulder. “I don’t have one.”
“Everyone has-“
“My mother died when I was six, my father left me to my own devices shortly after that. I don’t have a home.”
I sat on the ground hard. Hard enough that I made a noise and Jaejoong turned and looked at me.
“What?” he asked.
I didn’t know how to explain to him the equal parts guilt, shame and need coursing through me.
Jaejoong walked over to me and sat right in my lap. It startled me, and I quickly wrapped my arms around his waist to keep him from falling. It felt odd, having him straddling me like this and no skirts in the way.
“Hyung?”
I looked up at him.
He sort of smiled and said, “You’re kind of stupid. I don’t want to leave you, hyung. Even if I had somewhere else to go. I just remember being hit a lot, and being yelled at. I guess being raised that way made dealing with your father easier.”
I hugged him tightly to me and whispered an apology.
“Why?” Jaejoong asked, tilting his head. The expression looked foreign on his face, odd without the curls of hair around his chin.
“I’ve been selfish, my darling,” I whispered, brushing his cheek. “What happened to you, love?”
He shrugged and said, “The last time I saw my dad, he said my mom was little more than whore, and then he left, and I was alone. I don’t remember a lot, and he was always drunk. When your father took me, at first, I considered myself lucky that I had somewhere to live where I didn’t starve.”
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry.”
“You need to stop apologizing,” he said and buried his face in my neck. I held him tightly, and for a long time. He slowly went limp in my arms, and I let him sleep.
~~♥~~♥~~♥~~
After that, we traveled east, until we came to the coast. We stopped in a small fishing village for food and supplies and to sleep on dry warm beds. It was odd to order a room with two beds, even though Jaejoong did not sleep in it.
“So I’m your brother now,” Jaejoong said from the wood floor. I started teaching him exercises: sit ups, pushups, stretches and leg lifts. He gave up quickly, muscles not used to it, and I smiled and completed the training.
“Better than my sister, right?”
He snorted and looked at me upside down. “Hyung?”
“What?”
“I like it here. Malinda is nice.”
“Me, too.”
“Do we have to keep traveling?”
I lowered my arms from the stretch and looked down at him. “You’re tired of traveling?”
“Not really, it’s just … if we keep doing this, we’ll eventually run out of money. Shouldn’t we find a place to stay?”
I sat next to him, and he flinched when I put my hand on his stomach. He didn’t tell me to move it, so I didn’t. We both only wore breeches and loose undershirts.
“It’s a nice town,” Jaejoong said again. “And the people have been really friendly, and it’s far away from your father and-”
I smiled and said, “Okay. Tomorrow after breakfast I’ll ask Dongwoon if there is job for me somewhere.”
Jaejoong yawned.
“You’re not sleeping enough,” I said, worried.
He shrugged. “Can’t sleep.”
I took his hand and stood up and pulled him to his feet. “Then let’s sleep.”
“It’s still early, hyung,” he protested as I dragged him to a bed.
“Then we won’t sleep,” I said and sat down.
He blushed but let me pull him between my legs. “W-we-“
Jaejoong had been reluctant since transforming back to the boy he was. I didn’t blame him, but I was getting impatient.
I ran my hands up his sides, and his eyes shut. He draped his arms around my neck and shook his head. I tried not to sigh, but continued and wrapped him up in a hug. His body trembled slightly.
“It’ll make you sleep better,” I said, teasing.
Jaejoong snorted and looked down at me. “You’re just horny.”
“Yes, but I won’t pressure you, love. I want you to be comfortable.”
He pushed at my shoulders and I lay back on the bed. He stayed between my legs and lifted his shirt over his head. I inhaled sharply. Pink spread down his neck and chest. His skin pebbled and those pale nipples hardened. I wanted to touch him, but I kept my hands to myself, clenched at my sides. He loosened his breeches and the rest of his clothes fell to the floor with a whispered hiss.
I smiled and he met my eyes, blush deepening. I held out my hand, and he took it and let me pull him up to the bed. He crawled over me, knees on either side of my stomach. Our lips touched for a shaking moment, and then he abruptly rolled away.
I shut my eyes, but did not sigh in disappointment like I wanted to.
Fingers ran through my hair. I tilted my head up to look at him.
“You’re mad at me.”
“No, I’m not.”
He rolled his eyes and turned on his side, facing away from me. I shifted behind him, spooning his body against mine. He sighed and pressed back, and did not protest when I trailed my fingers around his hip. I wondered if he’d feel more comfortable in the dark.
I turned and blew out the candles on the bedside. One still burned across the room, but its glow barely reached the bed. I held him close and fought with the blankets until we were under them.
Jaejoong was shaking again, but it was different. His erection jerked against my hand. I didn’t grab him, like I wanted to. I kissed him, slowly, starting at the bottom of his short hair. I left impressions of warmth along his skin, just below his ear, down his neck and to his shoulder. He sighed harshly, impatiently. He grabbed my wrist and pressed my hand to his erection.
“Hyung,” he whispered, begging.
I took him in my hand, slow and even. I kept my mouth on his skin and rocked against his body. Pleasure and need were making it difficult to think, but I didn’t want to force it and rush him. This was about him, not me, and I wanted him relaxed and pleasured.
Jaejoong’s breaths turned to whimpers, his gasps to moans. His dick pulsed in my hand and I tightened my grip just a little. With a quick twist, my palm slipped over the head, gathering precome before sliding back down. He shuddered. His hand lifted and wrapped around my neck. His head tilted back. I took the offering of his kiss and pulled him faster. He shuddered, body tensing, and then jerking. I twisted him again so he wouldn’t come on the bed. He pulled away from my lips and cried out, voice breaking as he splattered come all over his stomach.
I smiled against his neck, holding him through the aftershocks, until his body went lax with a deep breath. He eyes fluttered open, he smiled and I kissed him softly.
I wasn’t surprised when he fell asleep in my arms. I didn’t want to get up, but I had to. I used my shirt to clean us up and then moved across the room and blew out the last candle. I was hard as a rock, but Jaejoong was still asleep. I thought of stroking off, and decided not to. I climbed back into bed and pulled his body against mine.
I tossed and turned for most of the night, but eventually, I fell asleep.
I woke up with a moan, eyes trying to open. Slick hot pleasure coursed through me, and wet heat closed around my cock. My vision blurred, but not so much that I couldn’t see Jaejoong’s amused glance, lips spread wide around my erection.
Jaejoong pulled up far enough to whisper, “Good morning, hyung,” into the pliant head, and then went back to work. His hand slipped over the base, up the shaft until it hit his lips, and then moved, farther, deeper and I gasped.
I grabbed his hair, fingers trying to grip the short lengths. My legs spread, my hips rose. He hummed in encouragement, but I didn’t need anything else. As soon as his nose nestled against my stomach, I was coming with a whimper, gasping out my pleasure and shooting my release into his mouth and throat.
I felt him gag on it, but he swallowed and sucked around the crown lightly before letting me go. Naked and beautiful he climbed up my body and pressed his mouth to mine. Salty tangy come filled my mouth and moaned, kissing him and sharing with him. I wrapped my arms around his body and lowered him to the bed. He smiled, hands on my bare chest and let me press kisses to his face and neck.
“Did you sleep well?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yes, but I’m hungry now.”
I slid my hand down his body. “Hungry for ….”
“Food.”
“And all I need is you.”
“You’re so corny sometimes,” he said, making a horrible effort to push me away.
I laughed and kissed him until my stomach reminded me that it could not survive on kisses.
Once we were both properly dressed and cleaned up, we headed downstairs for breakfast. The inn was already alive with activity, and I realized how late in the morning it was.
“Good morning, Yunho-shi, Jaejoong-shi,” Malinda said. “We were wondering if you two would wake up any time soon.”
“Our apologies,” I said and bowed. “The beds were too comfortable to get out of.”
Malinda smiled and headed back to the kitchen. Jaejoong and I sat on a table near the front door. Dongwoon brought us coffee and warm rolls.
“Thank you, Dongwoon-shi,” I said. “I have a question for you. Jaejoong and I have been traveling for a while now, and we are hoping to find work and settle down someplace. Do you know if there’s any work available here in Mokpo?”
Dongwoon nodded. “You can always ask around the docks. Spare hands are necessary during this time of the year. You educated?”
“I am. I have my documentation and my letters up in my room.”
“You might want to stop by the town hall, then. They may need a clerk.”
“Thank you. I’ll do that today.”
Malinda brought out steaming plates of meat and potatoes and gravy.
“You don’t mind if we stay for a few days?” I said.
“Of course not,” Malinda said.
“We’ll negotiate a discount if you’d like to stay for more than a week,” Dongwoon added.
I looked at Jaejoong and he smiled around a mouth full of food and nodded.
“Good. We’ll stay for at least a week then.”
Part 8: My Husband
Part 6: My Boy
Part 5: My Girl
Part 4: My Wife
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 7:
I woke up a few hours later. It was dark, and the only sound came from the quiet gurgle of the river. Stars burned brightly in the absence of the moon.
Fingers rubbed along my skin, under my shirt. I reached up and caught Jae’s wrist. Still half asleep, I touched the soft smooth skin of a face, hand sliding back. My fingers hit short hair and I jerked my hand back.
Jae made a distressed noise and tried to pull away.
“I-I’m sorry,” Jae said.
I sat up and pulled him against me. “Jae, come on. I’m sorry,” I said, running my hands through his hair. “If you need time to get used to you not having long hair, then so do I. Especially when I’m half asleep.”
He bit his lower lip.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Can’t.”
I frowned. “Are you-“
He sighed and pushed me away. “I’m fine, hyung.”
I thought of pressing the issue and decided now wasn’t the best time. I lay back down and put my hand on his lower back, fingers splayed. He looked over his shoulder at me, turning only a little, and then slid away from my touch.
“Jaejoong,” I said, concerned.
“I’m fine,” he said again and stood up. As he walked into the dark, I told him not to go too far, and he didn’t reply and disappeared.
I fought the urge to go after him. I had to remind myself that this is who Jaejoong wanted to be, who he chose to be. He was no longer playing the part of a frail girl in need of protection. He was not the younger sister, or the younger brother. He was a young man, and that’s what I needed to treat him like.
I sat up again and rubbed my face in my hands. My heart ached for him.
I knew I would not go back to sleep, so I built a fire and cooked a small breakfast of bread and dried meat and boiled eggs. Jaejoong did not return by the time it was done; I left his out, waiting for him.
With nothing else to do, I went through some exercises and some hand-to-hand fighting techniques I could teach Jaejoong when he was ready.
The sky turned pink with dawn before Jaejoong returned. His eyes were red and cheeks tear-stained. It hurt, knowing that he’d rather cry alone than let me hold him. I pointed at his breakfast and he swallowed, nodded and sat down to eat it. He didn’t talk to me as we broke camp. I showed him how to saddle his horse and make the stubborn gelding take the bit even though he constantly tossed his head.
Jaejoong sagged in his saddle, eyes drooping, but he refused to fall asleep. After eating lunch, he went to the bed of the small creek and dug the toe of his boot into the soft earth.
“I need to know what you want to do,” I said carefully.
He flinched, but didn’t turn around to face me.
“I’ve been thinking,” I continued, “about you. About who you are and where you’re from. I’ve been selfish again, my love. I never thought of you having a home since you’re such a huge part of my life. I had forgotten that you used to be someone else’s son. Someone else’s love and joy. Where is your home?”
He lifted a shoulder. “I don’t have one.”
“Everyone has-“
“My mother died when I was six, my father left me to my own devices shortly after that. I don’t have a home.”
I sat on the ground hard. Hard enough that I made a noise and Jaejoong turned and looked at me.
“What?” he asked.
I didn’t know how to explain to him the equal parts guilt, shame and need coursing through me.
Jaejoong walked over to me and sat right in my lap. It startled me, and I quickly wrapped my arms around his waist to keep him from falling. It felt odd, having him straddling me like this and no skirts in the way.
“Hyung?”
I looked up at him.
He sort of smiled and said, “You’re kind of stupid. I don’t want to leave you, hyung. Even if I had somewhere else to go. I just remember being hit a lot, and being yelled at. I guess being raised that way made dealing with your father easier.”
I hugged him tightly to me and whispered an apology.
“Why?” Jaejoong asked, tilting his head. The expression looked foreign on his face, odd without the curls of hair around his chin.
“I’ve been selfish, my darling,” I whispered, brushing his cheek. “What happened to you, love?”
He shrugged and said, “The last time I saw my dad, he said my mom was little more than whore, and then he left, and I was alone. I don’t remember a lot, and he was always drunk. When your father took me, at first, I considered myself lucky that I had somewhere to live where I didn’t starve.”
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry.”
“You need to stop apologizing,” he said and buried his face in my neck. I held him tightly, and for a long time. He slowly went limp in my arms, and I let him sleep.
~~♥~~♥~~♥~~
After that, we traveled east, until we came to the coast. We stopped in a small fishing village for food and supplies and to sleep on dry warm beds. It was odd to order a room with two beds, even though Jaejoong did not sleep in it.
“So I’m your brother now,” Jaejoong said from the wood floor. I started teaching him exercises: sit ups, pushups, stretches and leg lifts. He gave up quickly, muscles not used to it, and I smiled and completed the training.
“Better than my sister, right?”
He snorted and looked at me upside down. “Hyung?”
“What?”
“I like it here. Malinda is nice.”
“Me, too.”
“Do we have to keep traveling?”
I lowered my arms from the stretch and looked down at him. “You’re tired of traveling?”
“Not really, it’s just … if we keep doing this, we’ll eventually run out of money. Shouldn’t we find a place to stay?”
I sat next to him, and he flinched when I put my hand on his stomach. He didn’t tell me to move it, so I didn’t. We both only wore breeches and loose undershirts.
“It’s a nice town,” Jaejoong said again. “And the people have been really friendly, and it’s far away from your father and-”
I smiled and said, “Okay. Tomorrow after breakfast I’ll ask Dongwoon if there is job for me somewhere.”
Jaejoong yawned.
“You’re not sleeping enough,” I said, worried.
He shrugged. “Can’t sleep.”
I took his hand and stood up and pulled him to his feet. “Then let’s sleep.”
“It’s still early, hyung,” he protested as I dragged him to a bed.
“Then we won’t sleep,” I said and sat down.
He blushed but let me pull him between my legs. “W-we-“
Jaejoong had been reluctant since transforming back to the boy he was. I didn’t blame him, but I was getting impatient.
I ran my hands up his sides, and his eyes shut. He draped his arms around my neck and shook his head. I tried not to sigh, but continued and wrapped him up in a hug. His body trembled slightly.
“It’ll make you sleep better,” I said, teasing.
Jaejoong snorted and looked down at me. “You’re just horny.”
“Yes, but I won’t pressure you, love. I want you to be comfortable.”
He pushed at my shoulders and I lay back on the bed. He stayed between my legs and lifted his shirt over his head. I inhaled sharply. Pink spread down his neck and chest. His skin pebbled and those pale nipples hardened. I wanted to touch him, but I kept my hands to myself, clenched at my sides. He loosened his breeches and the rest of his clothes fell to the floor with a whispered hiss.
I smiled and he met my eyes, blush deepening. I held out my hand, and he took it and let me pull him up to the bed. He crawled over me, knees on either side of my stomach. Our lips touched for a shaking moment, and then he abruptly rolled away.
I shut my eyes, but did not sigh in disappointment like I wanted to.
Fingers ran through my hair. I tilted my head up to look at him.
“You’re mad at me.”
“No, I’m not.”
He rolled his eyes and turned on his side, facing away from me. I shifted behind him, spooning his body against mine. He sighed and pressed back, and did not protest when I trailed my fingers around his hip. I wondered if he’d feel more comfortable in the dark.
I turned and blew out the candles on the bedside. One still burned across the room, but its glow barely reached the bed. I held him close and fought with the blankets until we were under them.
Jaejoong was shaking again, but it was different. His erection jerked against my hand. I didn’t grab him, like I wanted to. I kissed him, slowly, starting at the bottom of his short hair. I left impressions of warmth along his skin, just below his ear, down his neck and to his shoulder. He sighed harshly, impatiently. He grabbed my wrist and pressed my hand to his erection.
“Hyung,” he whispered, begging.
I took him in my hand, slow and even. I kept my mouth on his skin and rocked against his body. Pleasure and need were making it difficult to think, but I didn’t want to force it and rush him. This was about him, not me, and I wanted him relaxed and pleasured.
Jaejoong’s breaths turned to whimpers, his gasps to moans. His dick pulsed in my hand and I tightened my grip just a little. With a quick twist, my palm slipped over the head, gathering precome before sliding back down. He shuddered. His hand lifted and wrapped around my neck. His head tilted back. I took the offering of his kiss and pulled him faster. He shuddered, body tensing, and then jerking. I twisted him again so he wouldn’t come on the bed. He pulled away from my lips and cried out, voice breaking as he splattered come all over his stomach.
I smiled against his neck, holding him through the aftershocks, until his body went lax with a deep breath. He eyes fluttered open, he smiled and I kissed him softly.
I wasn’t surprised when he fell asleep in my arms. I didn’t want to get up, but I had to. I used my shirt to clean us up and then moved across the room and blew out the last candle. I was hard as a rock, but Jaejoong was still asleep. I thought of stroking off, and decided not to. I climbed back into bed and pulled his body against mine.
I tossed and turned for most of the night, but eventually, I fell asleep.
I woke up with a moan, eyes trying to open. Slick hot pleasure coursed through me, and wet heat closed around my cock. My vision blurred, but not so much that I couldn’t see Jaejoong’s amused glance, lips spread wide around my erection.
Jaejoong pulled up far enough to whisper, “Good morning, hyung,” into the pliant head, and then went back to work. His hand slipped over the base, up the shaft until it hit his lips, and then moved, farther, deeper and I gasped.
I grabbed his hair, fingers trying to grip the short lengths. My legs spread, my hips rose. He hummed in encouragement, but I didn’t need anything else. As soon as his nose nestled against my stomach, I was coming with a whimper, gasping out my pleasure and shooting my release into his mouth and throat.
I felt him gag on it, but he swallowed and sucked around the crown lightly before letting me go. Naked and beautiful he climbed up my body and pressed his mouth to mine. Salty tangy come filled my mouth and moaned, kissing him and sharing with him. I wrapped my arms around his body and lowered him to the bed. He smiled, hands on my bare chest and let me press kisses to his face and neck.
“Did you sleep well?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yes, but I’m hungry now.”
I slid my hand down his body. “Hungry for ….”
“Food.”
“And all I need is you.”
“You’re so corny sometimes,” he said, making a horrible effort to push me away.
I laughed and kissed him until my stomach reminded me that it could not survive on kisses.
Once we were both properly dressed and cleaned up, we headed downstairs for breakfast. The inn was already alive with activity, and I realized how late in the morning it was.
“Good morning, Yunho-shi, Jaejoong-shi,” Malinda said. “We were wondering if you two would wake up any time soon.”
“Our apologies,” I said and bowed. “The beds were too comfortable to get out of.”
Malinda smiled and headed back to the kitchen. Jaejoong and I sat on a table near the front door. Dongwoon brought us coffee and warm rolls.
“Thank you, Dongwoon-shi,” I said. “I have a question for you. Jaejoong and I have been traveling for a while now, and we are hoping to find work and settle down someplace. Do you know if there’s any work available here in Mokpo?”
Dongwoon nodded. “You can always ask around the docks. Spare hands are necessary during this time of the year. You educated?”
“I am. I have my documentation and my letters up in my room.”
“You might want to stop by the town hall, then. They may need a clerk.”
“Thank you. I’ll do that today.”
Malinda brought out steaming plates of meat and potatoes and gravy.
“You don’t mind if we stay for a few days?” I said.
“Of course not,” Malinda said.
“We’ll negotiate a discount if you’d like to stay for more than a week,” Dongwoon added.
I looked at Jaejoong and he smiled around a mouth full of food and nodded.
“Good. We’ll stay for at least a week then.”
Part 8: My Husband
Part 6: My Boy
Part 5: My Girl
Part 4: My Wife
Part 3: My Companion
Part 2: My Love
Part 1: My Sister
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