Rush 4/6
Title: Rush 4/6
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong (minor Yunho/Yoochun, Yunho/Donghae, implied Junho/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is one of those fics that if they would mine I would make them act it out instead of me just writing it, but I don't own them, so instead of a video, you guys get a story.
Summary: Jaejoong wants Professor Jung to take his virginity, but the old man is being difficult.
Warning: teacher/student, older!Yunho (41) and younger!Jaejoong (18) (in the first part Jaejoong is only 15, but there is no smut between them), virgin!Jaejoong, lots of sex, and extremely rough sex near the end
A/N: This fic was only supposed to be a one shot ... OTL ... :) Enjoy! And the title is not inspired by Paula Abdul, just FYI, although now that song is stuck in my head.
Fan poster by vik720. Thank you! ♥♥♥
Part 4:
Just in case you need a visual of the Jaejoong in my mind (but with burgundy hair).
A/N: Same warning!!! This is some of the most detailed and hottest smut I've written, so no dying and tissues required for nosebleeds... :)
Yunho doesn’t want to leave Jaejoong’s body ever again. He wants their skin pressed together for twenty four hours a day. But the bed is a better place for that. He reluctantly pushes up and gets his feet on the floor.
Jaejoong’s gaze slides down his body, and his eyes widen at Yunho’s erection. He knows it’s on the large, and probably looks gigantic to a virgin, so he stands up before Jaejoong can panic. But the boy reaches up and Yunho is frozen as that hand comes closer to him. His dick is covered in Jaejoong’s come and his own precome. Jaejoong’s fingers wrap around the shaft and Yunho moans at the first tentative stroke. Jaejoong’s grip tightens as he pushes himself upright with his other hand, sitting, face firm with determination.
Yunho bites his lip against a moan when he realizes what Jaejoong is going to do, cock throbbing and feeling impossibly larger. Jaejoong leans forward, mouth open and tongue out. Yunho exhales sharply when the tongue wraps around the head of his erection and the cold foreign feel of a piercing slides over the pliant head just before Jaejoong’s mouth opens and the ridge slips past his lips, just a little.
Jaejoong pulls away, licks his own lips, swallows and does it again, letting just the head into his mouth and licking all around it. He moans softly and takes more into his mouth. The grip around the shaft tightens, and Yunho’s gaze is plastered on Jaejoong’s face. His throat constricts, probably from the taste of come, and then his eyes open and he looks up at Yunho, slightly insecure.
Yunho nods, puts his hands on Jaejoong’s cheeks, thumbs rubbing softly under his eyes. “So good, baby. So fucking good.” He thrusts a tiny bit, and Jaejoong takes a few more centimeters with no problem. His hand moves up and down the shaft, meeting his lips, and it all slides so deliciously. Yunho pumps his hips again, groaning at the feel of Jaejoong’s mouth tightening around him. The imperfection from the lip ring is a new sensation that Yunho loves, and Jaejoong twists his head a couple times, moving the piercing all around the tip of his dick.
Yunho’s knees are shaking, and he spreads his legs to keep from falling over. The next thrust hits too deep and Jaejoong gags and pulls away.
“S-sorry,” Yunho whispers and runs a hand through Jaejoong’s hair. “Couldn’t help it. Your mouth is sinful.”
Jaejoong bites the piercing and looks up at him. “Can I keep sucking on you?”
Yunho groans and pulls at Jaejoong’s face. “Bedroom, baby. And then yes. You can.”
Jaejoong stands up and Yunho continues to pull at his face until they’re kissing again. Jaejoong’s arms wrap around his shoulders. His dick is still hard, and Yunho wishes he was eighteen again. Yunho reaches down with one hand and grabs it. Jaejoong moans into the next kiss and thrusts into Yunho’s hand.
Yunho chuckles. “Come on,” he says and does not release Jaejoong’s dick as he turns around and tugs the boy down the hall to his room. Jaejoong jerks after him, hands at his lower back for balance. He takes Jaejoong right to the bed and says, “Sit.”
Jaejoong sits, or more accurately falls, but catches himself on his hands. Yunho strokes his cock and smiles down at him. “Have you ever given a blow job?” Yunho asks
Jaejoong shakes his head. “I’ll probably be bad at it.”
Yunho chuckles and runs his finger down Jaejoong’s cheek. “I doubt that. If I wasn’t so set on coming in your ass, I’d fuck your throat until I came all over your pretty face.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widen as he blushes and tries to look down. Yunho grips his chin and steps forward, hand holding his dick down. “Your face would look amazing all covered in my come. It’s definitely something I’ve thought about while jerking off.”
Jaejoong’s lips twitch. “You - you jerk off thinking about m-me?”
“Oh, god are you kidding? I’ve fucked you so many different ways in my mind that I’m going to have a hard time replicating them all.”
Jaejoong gasps. “Really?”
Yunho nods and his hand moves on his cock. “Why don’t you put your pretty mouth on my dick again and I’ll tell you about some of them?”
Jaejoong licks his lips and opens his mouth. Yunho guides the head of his cock forward and rubs it on Jaejoong’s lips first, pressing the piercing into the slit. With a moan, he lets go and Jaejoong turns his head enough to capture the head in his mouth.
Yunho moans and his hands go back to Jaejoong’s face. He wants to pull his hair, but he’ll have to save that for later. “Fuck, Jaejoong. I’ve jerked off behind my desk, after spending two hours of detention with you, picturing you bent over my desk, ass red from spanking you so hard, because you are such a naughty student. Or here, on my kitchen table, covered in whipped cream and come, legs in the air, begging me to fuck you harder. On this bed, on your hands and knees, your asshole stretched around a toy while I fuck your mouth hard enough that you can’t talk properly for days.”
Jaejoong is shivering and Yunho isn’t sure if it’s in lust or fear. His hips are moving faster as he thinks about fucking Jaejoong again. He can feel him gag with every trip into his throat, but the boy hasn’t pulled away, so Yunho keeps talking. “I have fucked up fantasies about you, and I have so many kinks, and I can’t wait to play with you, and I hope you let me play with you, because I want to piss in your face while you come from riding a dildo in my bathroom, and I want to tie you to my bed and play with you so much that you’re begging me to let you come.”
Jaejoong suddenly yanks himself away, gasping, and falls to the bed, chest heaving. Yunho frowns and strokes his pulsing cock. He isn’t ready to come just yet, but a few more minutes in Jaejoong’s throat and he probably will be.
“S-sorry,” Jaejoong whispers, and Yunho realizes that his shivering is not from lust.
Yunho immediately sits next to Jaejoong and pulls him into a firm hug. “You asked,” he says with a laugh. “But Jaejoong, please don’t worry. I will not do any of that to you without your permission. I will never hurt you unless you enjoy it, and I will never make you do anything that you don’t want to do. Okay?”
Yunho cups his cheeks. Jaejoong’s eyes are wide and there are tears under them. Yunho wipes them away with his thumbs. “Was I too rough?”
Jaejoong shakes his head. “Sorry, hyung, I just ... it’s so ... I ... overwhelmed, and ...”
Yunho smiles and kisses him softly. “I know you are, but don’t worry. Tonight is just about you and me, and me giving you what you want and taking what you’ve wanted to give me for years, okay?”
Jaejoong nods. “Okay.”
“I promise I won’t hurt you.”
Jaejoong tilts his head to the side and says, “Don’t promise me that, because then you won’t take my virginity. That’s going to hurt.”
Yunho chuckles. “Yes, it will. So I promise I won’t hurt you unless you tell me I can.”
“Okay. Can I suck on your dick again?”
Yunho moans and leans in for a kiss. “In a minute. I want to suck on you first.”
Jaejoong shivers in anticipation even as he pouts. “But you’ll make me come again.”
“So? When I was eighteen I could come at least five times a day.”
Jaejoong blushes and then smiles. “Well, okay. But what about you?”
Yunho grins. “I am definitely not eighteen anymore and I am going to come inside you, remember?”
“Fuck, please.”
Their lips meet again and Yunho pushes Jaejoong back, and without breaking the kiss for more than a deep breath, they resettle in the middle of the bed. Yunho makes sure Jaejoong’s head is comfortable on a pillow and then lays next to him, propped up on an elbow. His hand runs up and down Jaejoong’s body, over his smooth legs and stomach, up to his chest and neck. He touches him until he’s shivering from lust again and not fear. He really did not mean to scare him.
Jaejoong turns his body enough that suddenly his hand is on Yunho’s hip and running up his side and across his chest. His fingers scratch through the hair again and Yunho shivers. He’s never had a lover that actually enjoyed touching and playing with his chest hair. Jaejoong’s hand drops to his dick, and fingers circles the shaft for only a moment and then again slide through the hair and tug on the thick strands before pumping his dick. Yunho is floored by the attention, and can’t really kiss Jaejoong anymore when questing fingers cradle his heavy balls and flutter over the lighter covering of hair on the sensitive skin.
Jaejoong bites his lip and his hand stops, and Yunho shakes his head. “More, keep ... keep playing.”
Jaejoong blushes, but does, his hand twisting through the longer hair at the juncture of hip and then going lower. Yunho bends his knee, giving Jaejoong access behind his balls, and Yunho gasps as the hair is tugged and sensations he’s never felt jolt up his spine.
“Fuck, Jaejoong, that feels good.”
“Can ... I can ... I know you wanted to suck on me, but god, I want to ... I want to lick you, please?”
Yunho nods and falls to his back, arms above his head. Jaejoong crawls over him and runs his hands up Yunho’s chest again. His mouth and tongue land above his belly button and then his tongue is dipping inside and lips pulling at the hair. One catches on his piercing and is tugged hard enough to make Yunho cry out, but then the pain is gone and Jaejoong’s hand is on his cock, lifting it up so he can lather the skin and hair underneath it with spit and kisses. He runs his tongue up the underside of his dick and closes his mouth around the head. He moans, dipping his head and taking more into his mouth. His hand pumps up and down the shaft, and the warmth is gone too soon and Yunho’s dick slaps against his belly.
Jaejoong’s lips are at the base, his hand tugging on Yunho’s balls, rolling them on around his hand. He takes one into his mouth, his hand going underneath, and Yunho gasps as the hair is tugged again. His knees bend and his hips curl up, and Jaejoong shifts back enough to lick under his balls, and at the sensitive curve of his inner thigh. His hand pushes Yunho’s balls up and Jaejoong’s tongue laps lightly at the curves of his ass, just for a moment, and then to the other thigh, and he sucks on the pliant skin, using his tongue and teeth to play with the hair up the bend in his hip. He sucks on Yunho’s balls again, this time opening his mouth enough to get the entire sack inside, but his tongue is immobile and he whines in frustration and lets one go so he can roll the other around his mouth. His hand circles Yunho’s cock again, stroking quickly, and he lifts his head, gasps for air and takes Yunho’s cock into his throat.
Again, the pleasure is short lived and Jaejoong goes back to his stomach, and follows the hair up his chest. He’s panting between licks and when his mouth closes around a nipple, Yunho can’t stop the loud moan. He tangles his hands in Jaejoong’s hair and lets him suck and bite and play with his nipples until they’re almost too sore. He pulls and Jaejoong lifts his head, eyes blown wide with need and his mouth open, spit glistening on the piercing. And then his eyes move and darken and he shoves at Yunho’s arm. Yunho doesn’t understand until Jaejoong’s face is under his arm and his mouth is closed around the edge of his armpit.
“Oh fuck,” Yunho moans, arm going back above his head. He’s squirming from the tickling sensation. Jaejoong licks all the way up his arm, and then back down, his hand still on Yunho’s chest, fingers scratching through the hair. He sucks and plays and licks at Yunho’s armpit and then squirms against Yunho’s body, cock sliding on his thigh as he moves to the other armpit.
Jaejoong whimpers, legs spreading and Yunho lifts his leg just enough that Jaejoong can ride his thigh, knees pressing firmling into the bed. He’s shaking like he might come from playing with Yunho’s body hair. Jaejoong’s erection pulses against his skin, and Yunho moans and yanks him up for a kiss and their mouths tangle. There are strands of hair in his mouth and Yunho almost doesn’t care; Jaejoong obviously doesn’t, but to get rid of them means he has to stop kissing Jaejoong, and he doesn’t want to do that.
Yunho rolls them over and tightens his grip in Jaejoong’s hair. His other hand goes right to Jaejoong’s dick and he pumps it roughly, trying to show Jaejoong how fucking turned on he is in the handjob. Jaejoong’s knees bend, feet planted and he lifts his hands into the strokes.
Yunho growls. “Don’t come yet. I am going to suck on you and you are going to come in my mouth, and then I’m going to feed it to you.”
Jaejoong moans and nods quickly. “Please, please, please!”
Yunho presses a rough kiss to his lips and then scoots down on the bed. Jaejoong’s dick is a deep shade of pink, the head is pulsing fluid. Yunho opens his mouth and sucks on the head harshly, swallowing the mouthful of precome. Jaejoong screams, hands tangling in Yunho’s hair. Yunho definitely doesn’t care. He opens his mouth at the ridge and lathers the piercing with his tongue before opening his mouth wide and taking Jaejoong down his throat. He moves his hand to Jaejoong’s balls and fondles them while bobbing his head up and down. It isn’t the way Yunho was going to give Jaejoong his first blow job, but there will hopefully be time for teasing on another occasion. Teasing and slow and tugging the piercing with his teeth.
Maybe tomorrow. If he’s lucky.
Jaejoong is practically screaming with every trip into Yunho’s throat. His grip tightens in Yunho’s hair, his hips lift off the bed and he screams, body jerking, cock pulsing, and Yunho has a mouthful of come in less than two minutes. He gags, but doesn’t swallow, keeping the come in his mouth until he’s sure Jaejoong is done. His body is quivering and twitching, and Yunho quickly turns his upper body. Jaejoong’s mouth is open, and he’s breathing deeply. Yunho puts his mouth over Jaejoong’s, opens his lips, and lets come drip into his mouth. Jaejoong gags and his lips close and come drips over them, catching on the piercing and flowing down his cheek. He lifts his head and Yunho kisses him, forcing the rest of the come into his mouth, and he whimpers as he swallows. Yunho softens the kiss and nips at his lips and piercing.
“And now,” Yunho says, slightly breathy from the tension, “comes my favorite part.”
Jaejoong blushes, but says, “What?”
“I get to eat your ass.”
Jaejoong’s cheeks darken and he buries his face in Yunho’s neck. His fingers are light as they rub through the hair by Yunho’s dick.
“You were so considerate to clean yourself for me, so I am going to take advantage of that and rim you, shove my tongue in your ass, and stretch you open with my fingers.”
“And then you’ll fuck me?”
Yunho shivers, puts his lips against Jaejoong’s ear and whispers, “Oh yes, and then I will fuck you.”
---R---U---S---H---
Jaejoong’s body is thrumming. It’s the only way he can describe it. It’s like he’s been in a car for hours where the bass was bumping the entire time, and even when you get out of the car you can still feel the beat and your heart is still pumping to it. But each thump of his heart is paired with a sizzling along his skin, like electricity.
And the sizzles are tripled when Yunho-hyung’s hands run up his body and his fingers tug on his body piercings.
“Hy-hyung?” Jaejoong whispers.
“Yes, baby?”
Jaejoong shivers when lips press against his chin. “I ... I need a break ... a drink ... a ... I don’t know.”
Yunho-hyung smiles down at him. “But, I’m assuming you can’t really move.”
Jaejoong blushes and shakes his head. “Don’t want you to move either,” he whispers, fingers sliding up Yunho-hyung’s chest, scratching through the hair again.
Yunho-hyung shivers. He leans down and presses a kiss to Jaejoong’s lips and says, “I’ll be right back.”
Jaejoong nods, fingers trailing over Yunho-hyung’s skin until the man rolls away and off the bed. Jaejoong sags into the mattress, eyes heavy as he watches Yunho-hyung walk away. He shivers at the sight of his ass and thick thighs covered with more hair that Jaejoong wants to taste. He can’t remember Changmin ever talking about body hair when his dongsaeng discusses porn or sex. And most of the porn Jaejoong has seen has perfectly shaved guys. It’s why Jaejoong wanted to be hairless. He thought that was the way it was supposed to be. Jaejoong wonders if it’s a fetish of some sort, and decides he doesn’t care. He likes Yunho-hyung’s body hair, and he loves the way it feels on his skin and under his tongue.
Jaejoong stretches, arms above him, body tight. He squirms, hips lifting off the bed at the height of his stretch, and then he relaxes, smiling. Despite the situation, despite his nervousness, this is the first time in a long time that Jaejoong has felt utterly relaxed.
“Well, don’t you look content and so sure of yourself,” his hyung says from the doorway.
Jaejoong feels the familiar heat on his cheeks, but he smiles and nods. “Maybe not completely content, but happy.”
Yunho-hyung smiles and comes to the bed. He has a bottle of water in his hands. He presses it to Jaejoong’s hip, and he yelps at the chill. With a chuckle, his hyung rolls it up his body. Jaejoong shivers and grips the pillow above his head, but doesn’t stop him, even when Yunho-hyung presses the cold plastic to his nipples.
“Oh, god, hyung.”
Yunho hums and leans down to kiss him briefly. “I can go get an ice cube if you really want to feel how hot something cold can make you.”
Jaejoong shakes his head. “M-maybe later.”
Yunho-hyung chuckles. “Okay, maybe later.” He twists the cap of the water off, and a few drops land on Jaejoong’s stomach, which concaves immediately and Jaejoong moans from the cold sensation. With a hand under his back, Yunho-hyung lifts Jaejoong up enough to lean against his body.
Jaejoong doesn’t even try to take the bottle from him, just opens his mouth and lets Yunho-hyung pour it into his throat. He swallows deeply, uncaring when cold trickles drip down his neck and chest. He puts his hand on Yunho-hyung’s arm when he’s done, and Yunho-hyung pulls the bottle away, but doesn’t tilt it back and Jaejoong is covered in cold water, and he squirms under the sensation.
But his hyung does nothing more than chuckle before putting the cap back on the water. He runs his hands up and down Jaejoong’s smooth skin. He pushes and Jaejoong lies back, still shivering slightly from the chill. His skin is pebbled and his nipples are hard. Everything is so hard.
“Do you feel better?” Yunho-hyung asks, fingertip flicking the barebell in his nipple.
Jaejoong shakes his head. “Now, I’m cold.”
Yunho-hyung smirks. “I know. And I get to heat you up.”
“Lame,” Jaejoong says through his groan.
Yunho-hyung laughs as he straddles Jaejoong’s thighs. He continues to run his hands up and down Jaejoong’s skin. Jaejoong twists under the attention, eyes fluttering shut when fingertips catch on his piercings. Yunho-hyung lowers his head and presses open-mouth kisses along Jaejoong’s collarbones again, and then down his chest. He laps lightly at the piercing in his nipple and then kisses back up his neck to his mouth. He follows the same path, again and again, hands soft on Jaejoong’s sides and hips. Jaejoong dick is twitching for attention again, and he wonders if Yunho-hyung really does plan on making him come more than five times.
“Hm, hyung,” Jaejoong whines when Yunho-hyung’s mouth drops lower on his chest.
“Huh?”
“So ...” Jaejoong swallows and whispers, “So hard. You make me so hard.”
Yunho-hyung shivers and kisses back up to Jaejoong’s mouth. He lowers his hips and thrusts against Jaejoong’s body. “Same here, baby.”
“I already want to come again, but I want to make you come too.”
“Don’t worry. You will come again and you will make me come too.”
“Make me come now.”
Yunho-hyung shakes his head. “Not yet. Not until I have my fingers sliding in and out of your tight body.”
Jaejoong moans.
“No one has shoved their fingers in your ass before?”
“J-just me, but ... but only one.”
Yunho-hyung growls. “Good. I want to watch you fingerfuck yourself, fuck your own fingers and stroke your cock until you’re so desperate to come, begging me to let you come. Do you think you could do that, baby? Play with yourself but not come until I tell you to?”
Jaejoong shakes his head violently. Just the thought of Yunho-hyung watching him, but not touching him, has his dick pulsing more opaque fluid onto his stomach.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to train you until you can, huh? Now.” Yunho-hyung slaps his hip sharply. “Roll over.” He lifts up his body enough for Jaejoong to obey.
Jaejoong swallows his nerves and presses his face to the pillow. Yunho-hyung’s hands slide up and down his back softly. Jaejoong knows he’s shaking, but he trusts Yunho-hyung, and he wants this so much. Yunho-hyung’s elbows press into the pillow next to the bed. His hips lower and Jaejoong feels the heavy heat of his erection on his ass. Jaejoong moans, legs spreading as much as they can trapped between Yunho-hyung’s. Lips dance up the back of his neck and then down his spine. Each kiss is accompanied by a slow, firm thrust to his backside. Jaejoong squirms under the attention and vaguely realizes that he is pushing back, lifting his ass and meeting Yunho-hyung’s movements with his own, and quite sufficiently humping the bed.
“Don’t come,” Yunho-hyung whispers into his ear. “I know this feels good and you want to rut against my bed until you come again, but don’t. Not yet.”
Jaejoong swallows and stills his hips with an effort. He nods and turns his head. Yunho-hyung presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His body heat moves away and he sits on Jaejoong’s knees. Hands run up and down his body again, this time going to his ass, cupping and squeezing and spreading his asscheeks apart.
“Fuck,” Yunho-hyung whispers. “God, you’re perfect. Tight pink entrance is already clenching for me, and your body is so smooth. Everything you’ve done for tonight is amazing, Jaejoong. Just the fact that you waited, like you said you would, is amazing. And then to get yourself waxed and cleaned. It would have been good without that effort, and now it’s going to be fantastic.”
A single finger runs up and down his cleft, pulling another full body shiver from Jaejoong. It feels so good, so foreign, so intimate, to be touched there by someone else, definitely not the same as a caress on his arm or a hand through his hair. Yunho-hyung continues the light touch, adding a bit of pressure to Jaejoong’s opening. Just enough to feel the difference. And then he goes lower, slipping his fingertip along the back of Jaejoong’s balls.
“Beautiful. You are so insanely beautiful.” He presses his fingertip against Jaejoong’s entrance, Jaejoong’s moans are buried in the pillow, but his hips lift on their own, and Yunho-hyung rubs the furled skin lightly. He’s still talking, but Jaejoong can’t hear him past the pleasure that is gathering in his body. He rolls his hips with Yunho’s finger, his cock is sliding on the bed. He whines as the finger leaves and then cries out when it comes back, slick and more pressure, enough to slip inside him, and Jaejoong can’t help it. He humps the bed, whimpering as more of Yunho-hyung’s finger slides inside him. His other hand is clenching Jaejoong’s asscheek, holding him open.
And then everything stops and Yunho-hyung moves and Jaejoong whines in disappointment. Both hands cup his ass again and cool air blows over his cleft. Jaejoong twitches and turns his head, sucking in oxygen. Both hands squeeze and spread and then next thing to touch Jaejoong’s opening is wet and hot and oh dear god, Yunho-hyung’s tongue is curling around the crinkled skin, doing the same thing his finger, light touches and then firmer, pressing into him.
Jaejoong can’t stop moaning or moving, rolling his hips up, making Yunho-hyung’s tongue slide up and down his cleft. It feels so good, and the slick slide of heat in a very sensitive spot is indescribable.
A long finger slips over the slick, smooth skin and then presses into his body again. Jaejoong screams when Yunho-hyung’s tongue joins it, lapping at his entrance and pressing in with the finger. It goes deeper and deeper inside him, deeper than Jaejoong has ever been able to reach. His body is clamped down around the intrusion, pulsating, trying to expel it, but Yunho-hyung goes deeper, pulling Jaejoong’s orgasm through him. His tongue curls around the finger as he pulls it out, and then almost too slow he presses it back in.
And Jaejoong comes, slamming his hips to the bed, smashing his cock and rubbing out another orgasm into the sheets.
“Naughty boy,” Yunho whispers, and Jaejoong whimpers and tries to think properly through yet another orgasm-induced semi-coma.
Part 5: Everybody Hurts
Part 3: Sex You Up
Part 2: Under My Skin
Part 1: Ready or Not
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong (minor Yunho/Yoochun, Yunho/Donghae, implied Junho/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is one of those fics that if they would mine I would make them act it out instead of me just writing it, but I don't own them, so instead of a video, you guys get a story.
Summary: Jaejoong wants Professor Jung to take his virginity, but the old man is being difficult.
Warning: teacher/student, older!Yunho (41) and younger!Jaejoong (18) (in the first part Jaejoong is only 15, but there is no smut between them), virgin!Jaejoong, lots of sex, and extremely rough sex near the end
A/N: This fic was only supposed to be a one shot ... OTL ... :) Enjoy! And the title is not inspired by Paula Abdul, just FYI, although now that song is stuck in my head.
Fan poster by vik720. Thank you! ♥♥♥
Part 4:
Just in case you need a visual of the Jaejoong in my mind (but with burgundy hair).
A/N: Same warning!!! This is some of the most detailed and hottest smut I've written, so no dying and tissues required for nosebleeds... :)
Yunho doesn’t want to leave Jaejoong’s body ever again. He wants their skin pressed together for twenty four hours a day. But the bed is a better place for that. He reluctantly pushes up and gets his feet on the floor.
Jaejoong’s gaze slides down his body, and his eyes widen at Yunho’s erection. He knows it’s on the large, and probably looks gigantic to a virgin, so he stands up before Jaejoong can panic. But the boy reaches up and Yunho is frozen as that hand comes closer to him. His dick is covered in Jaejoong’s come and his own precome. Jaejoong’s fingers wrap around the shaft and Yunho moans at the first tentative stroke. Jaejoong’s grip tightens as he pushes himself upright with his other hand, sitting, face firm with determination.
Yunho bites his lip against a moan when he realizes what Jaejoong is going to do, cock throbbing and feeling impossibly larger. Jaejoong leans forward, mouth open and tongue out. Yunho exhales sharply when the tongue wraps around the head of his erection and the cold foreign feel of a piercing slides over the pliant head just before Jaejoong’s mouth opens and the ridge slips past his lips, just a little.
Jaejoong pulls away, licks his own lips, swallows and does it again, letting just the head into his mouth and licking all around it. He moans softly and takes more into his mouth. The grip around the shaft tightens, and Yunho’s gaze is plastered on Jaejoong’s face. His throat constricts, probably from the taste of come, and then his eyes open and he looks up at Yunho, slightly insecure.
Yunho nods, puts his hands on Jaejoong’s cheeks, thumbs rubbing softly under his eyes. “So good, baby. So fucking good.” He thrusts a tiny bit, and Jaejoong takes a few more centimeters with no problem. His hand moves up and down the shaft, meeting his lips, and it all slides so deliciously. Yunho pumps his hips again, groaning at the feel of Jaejoong’s mouth tightening around him. The imperfection from the lip ring is a new sensation that Yunho loves, and Jaejoong twists his head a couple times, moving the piercing all around the tip of his dick.
Yunho’s knees are shaking, and he spreads his legs to keep from falling over. The next thrust hits too deep and Jaejoong gags and pulls away.
“S-sorry,” Yunho whispers and runs a hand through Jaejoong’s hair. “Couldn’t help it. Your mouth is sinful.”
Jaejoong bites the piercing and looks up at him. “Can I keep sucking on you?”
Yunho groans and pulls at Jaejoong’s face. “Bedroom, baby. And then yes. You can.”
Jaejoong stands up and Yunho continues to pull at his face until they’re kissing again. Jaejoong’s arms wrap around his shoulders. His dick is still hard, and Yunho wishes he was eighteen again. Yunho reaches down with one hand and grabs it. Jaejoong moans into the next kiss and thrusts into Yunho’s hand.
Yunho chuckles. “Come on,” he says and does not release Jaejoong’s dick as he turns around and tugs the boy down the hall to his room. Jaejoong jerks after him, hands at his lower back for balance. He takes Jaejoong right to the bed and says, “Sit.”
Jaejoong sits, or more accurately falls, but catches himself on his hands. Yunho strokes his cock and smiles down at him. “Have you ever given a blow job?” Yunho asks
Jaejoong shakes his head. “I’ll probably be bad at it.”
Yunho chuckles and runs his finger down Jaejoong’s cheek. “I doubt that. If I wasn’t so set on coming in your ass, I’d fuck your throat until I came all over your pretty face.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widen as he blushes and tries to look down. Yunho grips his chin and steps forward, hand holding his dick down. “Your face would look amazing all covered in my come. It’s definitely something I’ve thought about while jerking off.”
Jaejoong’s lips twitch. “You - you jerk off thinking about m-me?”
“Oh, god are you kidding? I’ve fucked you so many different ways in my mind that I’m going to have a hard time replicating them all.”
Jaejoong gasps. “Really?”
Yunho nods and his hand moves on his cock. “Why don’t you put your pretty mouth on my dick again and I’ll tell you about some of them?”
Jaejoong licks his lips and opens his mouth. Yunho guides the head of his cock forward and rubs it on Jaejoong’s lips first, pressing the piercing into the slit. With a moan, he lets go and Jaejoong turns his head enough to capture the head in his mouth.
Yunho moans and his hands go back to Jaejoong’s face. He wants to pull his hair, but he’ll have to save that for later. “Fuck, Jaejoong. I’ve jerked off behind my desk, after spending two hours of detention with you, picturing you bent over my desk, ass red from spanking you so hard, because you are such a naughty student. Or here, on my kitchen table, covered in whipped cream and come, legs in the air, begging me to fuck you harder. On this bed, on your hands and knees, your asshole stretched around a toy while I fuck your mouth hard enough that you can’t talk properly for days.”
Jaejoong is shivering and Yunho isn’t sure if it’s in lust or fear. His hips are moving faster as he thinks about fucking Jaejoong again. He can feel him gag with every trip into his throat, but the boy hasn’t pulled away, so Yunho keeps talking. “I have fucked up fantasies about you, and I have so many kinks, and I can’t wait to play with you, and I hope you let me play with you, because I want to piss in your face while you come from riding a dildo in my bathroom, and I want to tie you to my bed and play with you so much that you’re begging me to let you come.”
Jaejoong suddenly yanks himself away, gasping, and falls to the bed, chest heaving. Yunho frowns and strokes his pulsing cock. He isn’t ready to come just yet, but a few more minutes in Jaejoong’s throat and he probably will be.
“S-sorry,” Jaejoong whispers, and Yunho realizes that his shivering is not from lust.
Yunho immediately sits next to Jaejoong and pulls him into a firm hug. “You asked,” he says with a laugh. “But Jaejoong, please don’t worry. I will not do any of that to you without your permission. I will never hurt you unless you enjoy it, and I will never make you do anything that you don’t want to do. Okay?”
Yunho cups his cheeks. Jaejoong’s eyes are wide and there are tears under them. Yunho wipes them away with his thumbs. “Was I too rough?”
Jaejoong shakes his head. “Sorry, hyung, I just ... it’s so ... I ... overwhelmed, and ...”
Yunho smiles and kisses him softly. “I know you are, but don’t worry. Tonight is just about you and me, and me giving you what you want and taking what you’ve wanted to give me for years, okay?”
Jaejoong nods. “Okay.”
“I promise I won’t hurt you.”
Jaejoong tilts his head to the side and says, “Don’t promise me that, because then you won’t take my virginity. That’s going to hurt.”
Yunho chuckles. “Yes, it will. So I promise I won’t hurt you unless you tell me I can.”
“Okay. Can I suck on your dick again?”
Yunho moans and leans in for a kiss. “In a minute. I want to suck on you first.”
Jaejoong shivers in anticipation even as he pouts. “But you’ll make me come again.”
“So? When I was eighteen I could come at least five times a day.”
Jaejoong blushes and then smiles. “Well, okay. But what about you?”
Yunho grins. “I am definitely not eighteen anymore and I am going to come inside you, remember?”
“Fuck, please.”
Their lips meet again and Yunho pushes Jaejoong back, and without breaking the kiss for more than a deep breath, they resettle in the middle of the bed. Yunho makes sure Jaejoong’s head is comfortable on a pillow and then lays next to him, propped up on an elbow. His hand runs up and down Jaejoong’s body, over his smooth legs and stomach, up to his chest and neck. He touches him until he’s shivering from lust again and not fear. He really did not mean to scare him.
Jaejoong turns his body enough that suddenly his hand is on Yunho’s hip and running up his side and across his chest. His fingers scratch through the hair again and Yunho shivers. He’s never had a lover that actually enjoyed touching and playing with his chest hair. Jaejoong’s hand drops to his dick, and fingers circles the shaft for only a moment and then again slide through the hair and tug on the thick strands before pumping his dick. Yunho is floored by the attention, and can’t really kiss Jaejoong anymore when questing fingers cradle his heavy balls and flutter over the lighter covering of hair on the sensitive skin.
Jaejoong bites his lip and his hand stops, and Yunho shakes his head. “More, keep ... keep playing.”
Jaejoong blushes, but does, his hand twisting through the longer hair at the juncture of hip and then going lower. Yunho bends his knee, giving Jaejoong access behind his balls, and Yunho gasps as the hair is tugged and sensations he’s never felt jolt up his spine.
“Fuck, Jaejoong, that feels good.”
“Can ... I can ... I know you wanted to suck on me, but god, I want to ... I want to lick you, please?”
Yunho nods and falls to his back, arms above his head. Jaejoong crawls over him and runs his hands up Yunho’s chest again. His mouth and tongue land above his belly button and then his tongue is dipping inside and lips pulling at the hair. One catches on his piercing and is tugged hard enough to make Yunho cry out, but then the pain is gone and Jaejoong’s hand is on his cock, lifting it up so he can lather the skin and hair underneath it with spit and kisses. He runs his tongue up the underside of his dick and closes his mouth around the head. He moans, dipping his head and taking more into his mouth. His hand pumps up and down the shaft, and the warmth is gone too soon and Yunho’s dick slaps against his belly.
Jaejoong’s lips are at the base, his hand tugging on Yunho’s balls, rolling them on around his hand. He takes one into his mouth, his hand going underneath, and Yunho gasps as the hair is tugged again. His knees bend and his hips curl up, and Jaejoong shifts back enough to lick under his balls, and at the sensitive curve of his inner thigh. His hand pushes Yunho’s balls up and Jaejoong’s tongue laps lightly at the curves of his ass, just for a moment, and then to the other thigh, and he sucks on the pliant skin, using his tongue and teeth to play with the hair up the bend in his hip. He sucks on Yunho’s balls again, this time opening his mouth enough to get the entire sack inside, but his tongue is immobile and he whines in frustration and lets one go so he can roll the other around his mouth. His hand circles Yunho’s cock again, stroking quickly, and he lifts his head, gasps for air and takes Yunho’s cock into his throat.
Again, the pleasure is short lived and Jaejoong goes back to his stomach, and follows the hair up his chest. He’s panting between licks and when his mouth closes around a nipple, Yunho can’t stop the loud moan. He tangles his hands in Jaejoong’s hair and lets him suck and bite and play with his nipples until they’re almost too sore. He pulls and Jaejoong lifts his head, eyes blown wide with need and his mouth open, spit glistening on the piercing. And then his eyes move and darken and he shoves at Yunho’s arm. Yunho doesn’t understand until Jaejoong’s face is under his arm and his mouth is closed around the edge of his armpit.
“Oh fuck,” Yunho moans, arm going back above his head. He’s squirming from the tickling sensation. Jaejoong licks all the way up his arm, and then back down, his hand still on Yunho’s chest, fingers scratching through the hair. He sucks and plays and licks at Yunho’s armpit and then squirms against Yunho’s body, cock sliding on his thigh as he moves to the other armpit.
Jaejoong whimpers, legs spreading and Yunho lifts his leg just enough that Jaejoong can ride his thigh, knees pressing firmling into the bed. He’s shaking like he might come from playing with Yunho’s body hair. Jaejoong’s erection pulses against his skin, and Yunho moans and yanks him up for a kiss and their mouths tangle. There are strands of hair in his mouth and Yunho almost doesn’t care; Jaejoong obviously doesn’t, but to get rid of them means he has to stop kissing Jaejoong, and he doesn’t want to do that.
Yunho rolls them over and tightens his grip in Jaejoong’s hair. His other hand goes right to Jaejoong’s dick and he pumps it roughly, trying to show Jaejoong how fucking turned on he is in the handjob. Jaejoong’s knees bend, feet planted and he lifts his hands into the strokes.
Yunho growls. “Don’t come yet. I am going to suck on you and you are going to come in my mouth, and then I’m going to feed it to you.”
Jaejoong moans and nods quickly. “Please, please, please!”
Yunho presses a rough kiss to his lips and then scoots down on the bed. Jaejoong’s dick is a deep shade of pink, the head is pulsing fluid. Yunho opens his mouth and sucks on the head harshly, swallowing the mouthful of precome. Jaejoong screams, hands tangling in Yunho’s hair. Yunho definitely doesn’t care. He opens his mouth at the ridge and lathers the piercing with his tongue before opening his mouth wide and taking Jaejoong down his throat. He moves his hand to Jaejoong’s balls and fondles them while bobbing his head up and down. It isn’t the way Yunho was going to give Jaejoong his first blow job, but there will hopefully be time for teasing on another occasion. Teasing and slow and tugging the piercing with his teeth.
Maybe tomorrow. If he’s lucky.
Jaejoong is practically screaming with every trip into Yunho’s throat. His grip tightens in Yunho’s hair, his hips lift off the bed and he screams, body jerking, cock pulsing, and Yunho has a mouthful of come in less than two minutes. He gags, but doesn’t swallow, keeping the come in his mouth until he’s sure Jaejoong is done. His body is quivering and twitching, and Yunho quickly turns his upper body. Jaejoong’s mouth is open, and he’s breathing deeply. Yunho puts his mouth over Jaejoong’s, opens his lips, and lets come drip into his mouth. Jaejoong gags and his lips close and come drips over them, catching on the piercing and flowing down his cheek. He lifts his head and Yunho kisses him, forcing the rest of the come into his mouth, and he whimpers as he swallows. Yunho softens the kiss and nips at his lips and piercing.
“And now,” Yunho says, slightly breathy from the tension, “comes my favorite part.”
Jaejoong blushes, but says, “What?”
“I get to eat your ass.”
Jaejoong’s cheeks darken and he buries his face in Yunho’s neck. His fingers are light as they rub through the hair by Yunho’s dick.
“You were so considerate to clean yourself for me, so I am going to take advantage of that and rim you, shove my tongue in your ass, and stretch you open with my fingers.”
“And then you’ll fuck me?”
Yunho shivers, puts his lips against Jaejoong’s ear and whispers, “Oh yes, and then I will fuck you.”
---R---U---S---H---
Jaejoong’s body is thrumming. It’s the only way he can describe it. It’s like he’s been in a car for hours where the bass was bumping the entire time, and even when you get out of the car you can still feel the beat and your heart is still pumping to it. But each thump of his heart is paired with a sizzling along his skin, like electricity.
And the sizzles are tripled when Yunho-hyung’s hands run up his body and his fingers tug on his body piercings.
“Hy-hyung?” Jaejoong whispers.
“Yes, baby?”
Jaejoong shivers when lips press against his chin. “I ... I need a break ... a drink ... a ... I don’t know.”
Yunho-hyung smiles down at him. “But, I’m assuming you can’t really move.”
Jaejoong blushes and shakes his head. “Don’t want you to move either,” he whispers, fingers sliding up Yunho-hyung’s chest, scratching through the hair again.
Yunho-hyung shivers. He leans down and presses a kiss to Jaejoong’s lips and says, “I’ll be right back.”
Jaejoong nods, fingers trailing over Yunho-hyung’s skin until the man rolls away and off the bed. Jaejoong sags into the mattress, eyes heavy as he watches Yunho-hyung walk away. He shivers at the sight of his ass and thick thighs covered with more hair that Jaejoong wants to taste. He can’t remember Changmin ever talking about body hair when his dongsaeng discusses porn or sex. And most of the porn Jaejoong has seen has perfectly shaved guys. It’s why Jaejoong wanted to be hairless. He thought that was the way it was supposed to be. Jaejoong wonders if it’s a fetish of some sort, and decides he doesn’t care. He likes Yunho-hyung’s body hair, and he loves the way it feels on his skin and under his tongue.
Jaejoong stretches, arms above him, body tight. He squirms, hips lifting off the bed at the height of his stretch, and then he relaxes, smiling. Despite the situation, despite his nervousness, this is the first time in a long time that Jaejoong has felt utterly relaxed.
“Well, don’t you look content and so sure of yourself,” his hyung says from the doorway.
Jaejoong feels the familiar heat on his cheeks, but he smiles and nods. “Maybe not completely content, but happy.”
Yunho-hyung smiles and comes to the bed. He has a bottle of water in his hands. He presses it to Jaejoong’s hip, and he yelps at the chill. With a chuckle, his hyung rolls it up his body. Jaejoong shivers and grips the pillow above his head, but doesn’t stop him, even when Yunho-hyung presses the cold plastic to his nipples.
“Oh, god, hyung.”
Yunho hums and leans down to kiss him briefly. “I can go get an ice cube if you really want to feel how hot something cold can make you.”
Jaejoong shakes his head. “M-maybe later.”
Yunho-hyung chuckles. “Okay, maybe later.” He twists the cap of the water off, and a few drops land on Jaejoong’s stomach, which concaves immediately and Jaejoong moans from the cold sensation. With a hand under his back, Yunho-hyung lifts Jaejoong up enough to lean against his body.
Jaejoong doesn’t even try to take the bottle from him, just opens his mouth and lets Yunho-hyung pour it into his throat. He swallows deeply, uncaring when cold trickles drip down his neck and chest. He puts his hand on Yunho-hyung’s arm when he’s done, and Yunho-hyung pulls the bottle away, but doesn’t tilt it back and Jaejoong is covered in cold water, and he squirms under the sensation.
But his hyung does nothing more than chuckle before putting the cap back on the water. He runs his hands up and down Jaejoong’s smooth skin. He pushes and Jaejoong lies back, still shivering slightly from the chill. His skin is pebbled and his nipples are hard. Everything is so hard.
“Do you feel better?” Yunho-hyung asks, fingertip flicking the barebell in his nipple.
Jaejoong shakes his head. “Now, I’m cold.”
Yunho-hyung smirks. “I know. And I get to heat you up.”
“Lame,” Jaejoong says through his groan.
Yunho-hyung laughs as he straddles Jaejoong’s thighs. He continues to run his hands up and down Jaejoong’s skin. Jaejoong twists under the attention, eyes fluttering shut when fingertips catch on his piercings. Yunho-hyung lowers his head and presses open-mouth kisses along Jaejoong’s collarbones again, and then down his chest. He laps lightly at the piercing in his nipple and then kisses back up his neck to his mouth. He follows the same path, again and again, hands soft on Jaejoong’s sides and hips. Jaejoong dick is twitching for attention again, and he wonders if Yunho-hyung really does plan on making him come more than five times.
“Hm, hyung,” Jaejoong whines when Yunho-hyung’s mouth drops lower on his chest.
“Huh?”
“So ...” Jaejoong swallows and whispers, “So hard. You make me so hard.”
Yunho-hyung shivers and kisses back up to Jaejoong’s mouth. He lowers his hips and thrusts against Jaejoong’s body. “Same here, baby.”
“I already want to come again, but I want to make you come too.”
“Don’t worry. You will come again and you will make me come too.”
“Make me come now.”
Yunho-hyung shakes his head. “Not yet. Not until I have my fingers sliding in and out of your tight body.”
Jaejoong moans.
“No one has shoved their fingers in your ass before?”
“J-just me, but ... but only one.”
Yunho-hyung growls. “Good. I want to watch you fingerfuck yourself, fuck your own fingers and stroke your cock until you’re so desperate to come, begging me to let you come. Do you think you could do that, baby? Play with yourself but not come until I tell you to?”
Jaejoong shakes his head violently. Just the thought of Yunho-hyung watching him, but not touching him, has his dick pulsing more opaque fluid onto his stomach.
“Then I guess I’ll just have to train you until you can, huh? Now.” Yunho-hyung slaps his hip sharply. “Roll over.” He lifts up his body enough for Jaejoong to obey.
Jaejoong swallows his nerves and presses his face to the pillow. Yunho-hyung’s hands slide up and down his back softly. Jaejoong knows he’s shaking, but he trusts Yunho-hyung, and he wants this so much. Yunho-hyung’s elbows press into the pillow next to the bed. His hips lower and Jaejoong feels the heavy heat of his erection on his ass. Jaejoong moans, legs spreading as much as they can trapped between Yunho-hyung’s. Lips dance up the back of his neck and then down his spine. Each kiss is accompanied by a slow, firm thrust to his backside. Jaejoong squirms under the attention and vaguely realizes that he is pushing back, lifting his ass and meeting Yunho-hyung’s movements with his own, and quite sufficiently humping the bed.
“Don’t come,” Yunho-hyung whispers into his ear. “I know this feels good and you want to rut against my bed until you come again, but don’t. Not yet.”
Jaejoong swallows and stills his hips with an effort. He nods and turns his head. Yunho-hyung presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His body heat moves away and he sits on Jaejoong’s knees. Hands run up and down his body again, this time going to his ass, cupping and squeezing and spreading his asscheeks apart.
“Fuck,” Yunho-hyung whispers. “God, you’re perfect. Tight pink entrance is already clenching for me, and your body is so smooth. Everything you’ve done for tonight is amazing, Jaejoong. Just the fact that you waited, like you said you would, is amazing. And then to get yourself waxed and cleaned. It would have been good without that effort, and now it’s going to be fantastic.”
A single finger runs up and down his cleft, pulling another full body shiver from Jaejoong. It feels so good, so foreign, so intimate, to be touched there by someone else, definitely not the same as a caress on his arm or a hand through his hair. Yunho-hyung continues the light touch, adding a bit of pressure to Jaejoong’s opening. Just enough to feel the difference. And then he goes lower, slipping his fingertip along the back of Jaejoong’s balls.
“Beautiful. You are so insanely beautiful.” He presses his fingertip against Jaejoong’s entrance, Jaejoong’s moans are buried in the pillow, but his hips lift on their own, and Yunho-hyung rubs the furled skin lightly. He’s still talking, but Jaejoong can’t hear him past the pleasure that is gathering in his body. He rolls his hips with Yunho’s finger, his cock is sliding on the bed. He whines as the finger leaves and then cries out when it comes back, slick and more pressure, enough to slip inside him, and Jaejoong can’t help it. He humps the bed, whimpering as more of Yunho-hyung’s finger slides inside him. His other hand is clenching Jaejoong’s asscheek, holding him open.
And then everything stops and Yunho-hyung moves and Jaejoong whines in disappointment. Both hands cup his ass again and cool air blows over his cleft. Jaejoong twitches and turns his head, sucking in oxygen. Both hands squeeze and spread and then next thing to touch Jaejoong’s opening is wet and hot and oh dear god, Yunho-hyung’s tongue is curling around the crinkled skin, doing the same thing his finger, light touches and then firmer, pressing into him.
Jaejoong can’t stop moaning or moving, rolling his hips up, making Yunho-hyung’s tongue slide up and down his cleft. It feels so good, and the slick slide of heat in a very sensitive spot is indescribable.
A long finger slips over the slick, smooth skin and then presses into his body again. Jaejoong screams when Yunho-hyung’s tongue joins it, lapping at his entrance and pressing in with the finger. It goes deeper and deeper inside him, deeper than Jaejoong has ever been able to reach. His body is clamped down around the intrusion, pulsating, trying to expel it, but Yunho-hyung goes deeper, pulling Jaejoong’s orgasm through him. His tongue curls around the finger as he pulls it out, and then almost too slow he presses it back in.
And Jaejoong comes, slamming his hips to the bed, smashing his cock and rubbing out another orgasm into the sheets.
“Naughty boy,” Yunho whispers, and Jaejoong whimpers and tries to think properly through yet another orgasm-induced semi-coma.
Part 5: Everybody Hurts
Part 3: Sex You Up
Part 2: Under My Skin
Part 1: Ready or Not
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