Don't Hate Me 7/8?
Title: Don't Hate Me 7/8?
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun BFF-ery with benefits
Rating: eventual NC-17
Disclaimer: Mine? Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Damn it.
Warnings: ... um, possible incest and a tiny bit of pedophilia if you really want to think of it that way
Summary: Senior year of high school, Jaejoong's mom gets married. But a new, quiet step-brother isn't going to distract Jaejoong from what's important. Right?
Poster credit goes to hichanchen. Thank you, darling! ♥♥♥
It took a lot longer to cook dinner than it should have. Changmin didn’t stop touching Jaejoong. Caresses along his side, shoulder or neck. Pokes and kisses when he could get away with it. And when Jae stood in one spot for more than five seconds, Changmin was behind him, arms wrapped around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder.
Jae enjoyed the attention, even if he did end up cooking the noodles too long.
Nor did he care when Changmin pulled him into his lap and fed him noodles from his chopsticks.
And from his body as noodles kept landing on Changmin’s chest.
When they were done eating, Changmin pushed the plate across the table, and then stood, lifting Jaejoong until he was on the table. They kissed eagerly, both moaning as their cocks pressed together. Jaejoong wrapped his legs around Changmin’s waist.
The table creaked.
Changmin moved his mouth down Jaejoong body, whimpering when Jae’s fingers tangled in his hair. He sucked on the piercing again.
“You like that nipple,” Jae gasped.
“It comes with a toy. Anything that comes with a toy is more fun.”
Jae laughed. “You’re such a moron.”
Changmin lifted his head up. With a smirk, he said, “Pedo.”
Jae frowned, but before he could say anything else, Changmin stretched the band of his sweat pants away from his body and licked his cock.
“Fuck, Min!” Jae arched his hips and Changmin pulled the clothes off. He went back to skin, kissing and biting and licking the inside of Jae’s thighs and along his hip bones. He wrapped long fingers around Jae’s cock. Jae jerked and there was a sound like snapping wood.
Their eyes met, and then they grinned.
“I think we’re going to break this table,” Jae said.
“Then get off.” He stepped back enough for Jae to put his feet on the floor. Changmin grabbed his hips and then the kitchen spun and Jae found himself bent over the island. He looked behind him as Changmin took off his sleep pants. He held up a little red bottle.
Jae chuckled. “Evil genius.”
Changmin nodded as he covered his fingers in lube. “Evil genius’ are always prepared.”
“I’m not really going to need prep right now,” Jae said.
“I know.” He stroked himself, eyes shutting, body shivering and then moved to Jaejoong. Jae leaned over, eyes shutting as slightly shaking fingers spread him apart.
“You watch too much porn,” Jae gasped, “raping me in the kitchen.”
Changmin didn’t answer, and Jae moaned as his cock pressed into his body. His legs shook.
“Fuck, Min,” he breathed.
“You say that a lot, hyung.”
Jae chuckled. He laid his head on his bent arms and shut his eyes, soaking up the feel of Changmin inside him.
“You’re not touching yourself,” Changmin said, voice breaking between thrusts.
“Should I be?” Jae asked, content, lazy.
“I thought-I-“
Jae reached behind him and stilled Changmin’s hips. He held him tightly and then moved. Changmin moaned, leaning forward to kiss Jaejoong’s back.
“You think I don’t like it,” Jae whispered.
Changmin’s body stiffened and he made a noise.
Jae held him away and then turned around, shivering when Changmin slipped from his body. He kissed quivering lips, ran his hands up and down Changmin’s sides, finally stroking his cock.
“Sex isn’t always about getting off, Changmin.”
He pulled Changmin close enough that he could stroke both of their cocks. And then Changmin whimpered, covered Jae’s mouth with his and thrust into his hand. Changmin continued to whimper into the kiss, his hands cupping Jae’s ass.
Jae broke away with another gasp. “Okay, now it’s about getting off.”
Changmin smiled, and then flipped Jaejoong back around. Hands planted on the counter, Jae bent over.
“Fuck me hard, Changmin,” he growled.
There was an answering growl behind him, and then his cheeks were spread and Changmin slammed into him. Jae cried out, elbow collapsing, as Changmin wasted no time in thoroughly fucking him. And this time, Jae grabbed his cock and stroked in time to the thrusts.
“Hyung, I’m-god-”
“Me, too, Min, just, god, don’t stop, okay?”
Changmin collapsed on him, knees shaking as he came into Jae’s body. Jae whimpered, sped up his hand. With a little growl, Changmin forced himself up, hands on the counter for support, and then he started biting at Jae’s shoulders. He kept moving even if every movement caused his entire body to shake. A hand snaked up Jae’s side. Fingers stopped around Jae’s body and tugged on his nipple ring.
“Fuck, Min,” Jae gasped and his hand sped up.
And then the other hand went further, along his neck, tugging on earrings before tangling into Jae’s hair.
Jae moaned as Changmin pulled lightly. “Yep,” Jae gasped. “Too-god-much porn. Fuck.”
Changmin chuckled and then twisted the piercing.
“Min, I can’t … fuck,” Jae’s knees buckled. Changmin tightened his arm around Jae’s body, holding him up. Jae was so close, so fucking close, and wave after wave of pleasure pulled at him.
And then Changmin bit him, in the juncture between neck and shoulder, and his body shook, he screamed and covered the cupboard and his hand in come. His knees gave out, arms sliding off the counter. Changmin caught him and settled him to the cold tile floor. And then Changmin loomed over him, kissing his neck and shoulders and lips.
“Question,” Changmin said, lips sliding along Jae’s collar bone.
“Hmm?”
“How many more times can I do that to you today?”
Jaejoong laughed.
[o]
Yoochun wasn’t on the roof the next morning, but Jae smoked a cigarette quickly and then set off to find him. Changmin had already taken off, a meeting with his counselor or something. Jae fingers still tingled where Changmin had touched them before leaving. Jae found Yoochun in the library, sitting on a couch, cuddling up to Junsu.
Jae sat next to him and pouted.
“What?” Yoochun asked, sitting up a bit.
“You’ve replaced me.”
“And you haven’t replaced me?”
Jae shot a look at Junsu, who was smiling, and then glared at Yoochun.
Yoochun smiled and sat up completely.
“Fuck, Chunnie. What happened to your eye?” Jae demanded. It was purple and swollen. “I told you Junsu was going to punch you.”
Junsu laughed. “Oh, I didn’t do that. Junho did.”
“Why did Junho punch him?”
“He caught us making out,” Yoochun said with a leer, “and decided that I forced Junsu into it and he punched me before Junsu could stop him.”
Jae laughed. “God, your brother is a bit possessive.”
“And you’re not?” Junsu asked with a grin. “Now that you have a brother, you know what it’s like, right?”
Jae nodded. “Oh, yeah.”
“Oh, hey that reminds me,” Junsu said. “Did you guys fight with Yunho yesterday?”
“Not really,” Yoochun said as Jae scowled. “Jae just told him to stay away from Changmin.”
Junsu nodded. “I caught part of a conversation he was having with someone else. I don’t know who it was, but I heard something like ‘Jae is going to regret this’ and then the other said, ‘yeah, now that he has someone he cares about’.”
“Fuck,” Jae said and stood up.
Yoochun did, too. “Where are you going?”
“To find Changmin.”
“I’ll be back, booty.”
Jae stopped and turned around. “What did you just call him?”
“Booty,” Yoochun said with a grin. “Haven’t you seen his ass?”
Junsu laughed. “What can I say, it fits!”
“Right in my hands,” Yoochun said, and wrapped his arms around Junsu and cupped his ass.
As soon as their lips met, Jae cleared his throat. “Um, little brother crisis here.”
“Right,” Yoochun said. “You coming?” he asked Junsu.
“Sure.”
They left the library, with Jae leading the way. He knew he looked pissed, mainly because he was, and people that normally smiled at him or said hi to him in the hallway, kept their faces turned away.
“Changmin said he had a meeting with his counselor,” Jae said to Yoochun.
“Then let’s make sure he got there.” After a few more seconds of silence, Yoochun said, “So Jae. You’re walking a little-”
“Not now, Yoochun. You can have details later.”
“Sweet.”
Jae didn’t breathe correctly until they arrived at the administration offices and through a window he could see Changmin sitting and talking to his counselor. He let out a breath of relief.
“And now to find Kangin,” Jae said.
“What? Why?”
“Kangin has a very good reason to make sure that nothing happens to Changmin if you’ll remember.”
“You wouldn’t actually beat Kangin up if Yunho did something to him, would you?”
“No. I’d kill Yunho first, but Kangin doesn’t know that.”
“You want me to wait here for Changmin?”
Jae glanced in at Changmin. Their eyes met and Changmin smiled.
“Yeah. Text me as soon as you have him deposited in class.”
“No problem.”
Jae took one last look at Changmin and then headed through the halls again, asking a few people if they’d seen Kangin.
“Um, he was in the main hall about two minutes ago,” a girl said.
“Thanks, Yuri.”
Sure enough. He found Kangin showing off by dancing and singing for a few girls in the main hall.
“Kangin,” Jae shouted.
“Hey Jae! What’s up?” Kangin said. “Your brother okay? No problems, I hope.”
“Well, so far, but I need your help.”
“What’s up?”
“Someone has been threatening to get to me by going through Changmin, and as you know, that would be very detrimental to your face and your chance of having children in the future.”
“Hey, woah. I’ll take care of it. We’ll watch out for him.”
“Good.”
“Who’s threatening him?”
“Doesn’t matter. Just know that someone is.” Jae’s phone vibrated. He pulled it out.
+baby brother is okay+
~thanks. meet me on the roof if you want details, and come alone, damn you, I don’t mind sharing you with him, but the roof is ours~
Jae looked back at Kangin.
“It won’t be hard to get people to look out for him,” Kangin said. “He’s already really popular. Some second year girls were hanging on him yesterday, playing with his hair and stuff.”
“Oh really?” Jae said with a grin.
“Yeah, I’m sure they’re doing it just to get to you, but he’s a nice kid.”
“I know. Thanks, Kangin.”
“No problem.”
Jae went up to the roof even as the warning bell rang. Yoochun was already there, smoking a cigarette. He handed it to Jaejoong.
“Okay. Details. Now.”
“You first,” Jae said. “Junsu?”
Yoochun grinned. “We met at the coffee shop and after we said hello, he said, ‘I know this isn’t what you really want, so why don’t we just go back to my house?’”
Jae laughed. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Nope.”
“And?”
“And we went back to his house, we were kissing before we even made it in the door. And then I had him pinned to the wall. Enter raging twin brother, I get a black eye, and then after bitching at Junho for a moment. Junsu dragged me to his room and made me feel better. God, Jae, he can fucking suck cock. It’s just … fuck.”
Yoochun shivered.
“Did he fuck your ass like you wanted?”
“Not yet,” Yoochun said with a leer. “His parents came home, and I had to sit through dinner with the family while Junsu groped me under the table.”
“Wow. Where has this Junsu been?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Don’t know, but god, I’m glad I’m the one that gets to have him. Okay. Your turn. He obviously isn’t a virgin anymore.”
Jae grinned. “Nope.”
“And?”
“And we didn’t get any calculus done yesterday either.”
“You’re being vague on purpose.”
Jae smiled and took a long drag on his cigarette. “Yes, I am.”
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
Jae gave him a one armed hug. The final bell rang, but neither cared and Jae told Yoochun every single detail of Changmin’s first time, in the kitchen, and right after on the couch, and then back in Jae’s bed. And again in Changmin’s bed. And then again, in the morning, when Changmin woke him up with his mouth around Jae’s cock.
“Fuck, how many times did you two come yesterday?”
Jae shrugged. “Don’t know. Not enough.”
“No wonder you’re walking a bit stiff today.”
“Yeah, it’s a nice pleasant ache.”
Yoochun smiled. “I love that ache.”
“Come on,” Jae said, throwing his cigarette off the roof. “We are really, really late.”
Part 8: Hitting Your Face
Part 6: Thrusting Into Insanity
Part 5: Kissing away your Tears
Part 4: Moaning Into Kisses
Part 3: Succumbing to the Pressure
Part 2: Trying to Hold Back
Part 1: Getting to Know You
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun BFF-ery with benefits
Rating: eventual NC-17
Disclaimer: Mine? Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Damn it.
Warnings: ... um, possible incest and a tiny bit of pedophilia if you really want to think of it that way
Summary: Senior year of high school, Jaejoong's mom gets married. But a new, quiet step-brother isn't going to distract Jaejoong from what's important. Right?
Poster credit goes to hichanchen. Thank you, darling! ♥♥♥
It took a lot longer to cook dinner than it should have. Changmin didn’t stop touching Jaejoong. Caresses along his side, shoulder or neck. Pokes and kisses when he could get away with it. And when Jae stood in one spot for more than five seconds, Changmin was behind him, arms wrapped around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder.
Jae enjoyed the attention, even if he did end up cooking the noodles too long.
Nor did he care when Changmin pulled him into his lap and fed him noodles from his chopsticks.
And from his body as noodles kept landing on Changmin’s chest.
When they were done eating, Changmin pushed the plate across the table, and then stood, lifting Jaejoong until he was on the table. They kissed eagerly, both moaning as their cocks pressed together. Jaejoong wrapped his legs around Changmin’s waist.
The table creaked.
Changmin moved his mouth down Jaejoong body, whimpering when Jae’s fingers tangled in his hair. He sucked on the piercing again.
“You like that nipple,” Jae gasped.
“It comes with a toy. Anything that comes with a toy is more fun.”
Jae laughed. “You’re such a moron.”
Changmin lifted his head up. With a smirk, he said, “Pedo.”
Jae frowned, but before he could say anything else, Changmin stretched the band of his sweat pants away from his body and licked his cock.
“Fuck, Min!” Jae arched his hips and Changmin pulled the clothes off. He went back to skin, kissing and biting and licking the inside of Jae’s thighs and along his hip bones. He wrapped long fingers around Jae’s cock. Jae jerked and there was a sound like snapping wood.
Their eyes met, and then they grinned.
“I think we’re going to break this table,” Jae said.
“Then get off.” He stepped back enough for Jae to put his feet on the floor. Changmin grabbed his hips and then the kitchen spun and Jae found himself bent over the island. He looked behind him as Changmin took off his sleep pants. He held up a little red bottle.
Jae chuckled. “Evil genius.”
Changmin nodded as he covered his fingers in lube. “Evil genius’ are always prepared.”
“I’m not really going to need prep right now,” Jae said.
“I know.” He stroked himself, eyes shutting, body shivering and then moved to Jaejoong. Jae leaned over, eyes shutting as slightly shaking fingers spread him apart.
“You watch too much porn,” Jae gasped, “raping me in the kitchen.”
Changmin didn’t answer, and Jae moaned as his cock pressed into his body. His legs shook.
“Fuck, Min,” he breathed.
“You say that a lot, hyung.”
Jae chuckled. He laid his head on his bent arms and shut his eyes, soaking up the feel of Changmin inside him.
“You’re not touching yourself,” Changmin said, voice breaking between thrusts.
“Should I be?” Jae asked, content, lazy.
“I thought-I-“
Jae reached behind him and stilled Changmin’s hips. He held him tightly and then moved. Changmin moaned, leaning forward to kiss Jaejoong’s back.
“You think I don’t like it,” Jae whispered.
Changmin’s body stiffened and he made a noise.
Jae held him away and then turned around, shivering when Changmin slipped from his body. He kissed quivering lips, ran his hands up and down Changmin’s sides, finally stroking his cock.
“Sex isn’t always about getting off, Changmin.”
He pulled Changmin close enough that he could stroke both of their cocks. And then Changmin whimpered, covered Jae’s mouth with his and thrust into his hand. Changmin continued to whimper into the kiss, his hands cupping Jae’s ass.
Jae broke away with another gasp. “Okay, now it’s about getting off.”
Changmin smiled, and then flipped Jaejoong back around. Hands planted on the counter, Jae bent over.
“Fuck me hard, Changmin,” he growled.
There was an answering growl behind him, and then his cheeks were spread and Changmin slammed into him. Jae cried out, elbow collapsing, as Changmin wasted no time in thoroughly fucking him. And this time, Jae grabbed his cock and stroked in time to the thrusts.
“Hyung, I’m-god-”
“Me, too, Min, just, god, don’t stop, okay?”
Changmin collapsed on him, knees shaking as he came into Jae’s body. Jae whimpered, sped up his hand. With a little growl, Changmin forced himself up, hands on the counter for support, and then he started biting at Jae’s shoulders. He kept moving even if every movement caused his entire body to shake. A hand snaked up Jae’s side. Fingers stopped around Jae’s body and tugged on his nipple ring.
“Fuck, Min,” Jae gasped and his hand sped up.
And then the other hand went further, along his neck, tugging on earrings before tangling into Jae’s hair.
Jae moaned as Changmin pulled lightly. “Yep,” Jae gasped. “Too-god-much porn. Fuck.”
Changmin chuckled and then twisted the piercing.
“Min, I can’t … fuck,” Jae’s knees buckled. Changmin tightened his arm around Jae’s body, holding him up. Jae was so close, so fucking close, and wave after wave of pleasure pulled at him.
And then Changmin bit him, in the juncture between neck and shoulder, and his body shook, he screamed and covered the cupboard and his hand in come. His knees gave out, arms sliding off the counter. Changmin caught him and settled him to the cold tile floor. And then Changmin loomed over him, kissing his neck and shoulders and lips.
“Question,” Changmin said, lips sliding along Jae’s collar bone.
“Hmm?”
“How many more times can I do that to you today?”
Jaejoong laughed.
[o]
Yoochun wasn’t on the roof the next morning, but Jae smoked a cigarette quickly and then set off to find him. Changmin had already taken off, a meeting with his counselor or something. Jae fingers still tingled where Changmin had touched them before leaving. Jae found Yoochun in the library, sitting on a couch, cuddling up to Junsu.
Jae sat next to him and pouted.
“What?” Yoochun asked, sitting up a bit.
“You’ve replaced me.”
“And you haven’t replaced me?”
Jae shot a look at Junsu, who was smiling, and then glared at Yoochun.
Yoochun smiled and sat up completely.
“Fuck, Chunnie. What happened to your eye?” Jae demanded. It was purple and swollen. “I told you Junsu was going to punch you.”
Junsu laughed. “Oh, I didn’t do that. Junho did.”
“Why did Junho punch him?”
“He caught us making out,” Yoochun said with a leer, “and decided that I forced Junsu into it and he punched me before Junsu could stop him.”
Jae laughed. “God, your brother is a bit possessive.”
“And you’re not?” Junsu asked with a grin. “Now that you have a brother, you know what it’s like, right?”
Jae nodded. “Oh, yeah.”
“Oh, hey that reminds me,” Junsu said. “Did you guys fight with Yunho yesterday?”
“Not really,” Yoochun said as Jae scowled. “Jae just told him to stay away from Changmin.”
Junsu nodded. “I caught part of a conversation he was having with someone else. I don’t know who it was, but I heard something like ‘Jae is going to regret this’ and then the other said, ‘yeah, now that he has someone he cares about’.”
“Fuck,” Jae said and stood up.
Yoochun did, too. “Where are you going?”
“To find Changmin.”
“I’ll be back, booty.”
Jae stopped and turned around. “What did you just call him?”
“Booty,” Yoochun said with a grin. “Haven’t you seen his ass?”
Junsu laughed. “What can I say, it fits!”
“Right in my hands,” Yoochun said, and wrapped his arms around Junsu and cupped his ass.
As soon as their lips met, Jae cleared his throat. “Um, little brother crisis here.”
“Right,” Yoochun said. “You coming?” he asked Junsu.
“Sure.”
They left the library, with Jae leading the way. He knew he looked pissed, mainly because he was, and people that normally smiled at him or said hi to him in the hallway, kept their faces turned away.
“Changmin said he had a meeting with his counselor,” Jae said to Yoochun.
“Then let’s make sure he got there.” After a few more seconds of silence, Yoochun said, “So Jae. You’re walking a little-”
“Not now, Yoochun. You can have details later.”
“Sweet.”
Jae didn’t breathe correctly until they arrived at the administration offices and through a window he could see Changmin sitting and talking to his counselor. He let out a breath of relief.
“And now to find Kangin,” Jae said.
“What? Why?”
“Kangin has a very good reason to make sure that nothing happens to Changmin if you’ll remember.”
“You wouldn’t actually beat Kangin up if Yunho did something to him, would you?”
“No. I’d kill Yunho first, but Kangin doesn’t know that.”
“You want me to wait here for Changmin?”
Jae glanced in at Changmin. Their eyes met and Changmin smiled.
“Yeah. Text me as soon as you have him deposited in class.”
“No problem.”
Jae took one last look at Changmin and then headed through the halls again, asking a few people if they’d seen Kangin.
“Um, he was in the main hall about two minutes ago,” a girl said.
“Thanks, Yuri.”
Sure enough. He found Kangin showing off by dancing and singing for a few girls in the main hall.
“Kangin,” Jae shouted.
“Hey Jae! What’s up?” Kangin said. “Your brother okay? No problems, I hope.”
“Well, so far, but I need your help.”
“What’s up?”
“Someone has been threatening to get to me by going through Changmin, and as you know, that would be very detrimental to your face and your chance of having children in the future.”
“Hey, woah. I’ll take care of it. We’ll watch out for him.”
“Good.”
“Who’s threatening him?”
“Doesn’t matter. Just know that someone is.” Jae’s phone vibrated. He pulled it out.
+baby brother is okay+
~thanks. meet me on the roof if you want details, and come alone, damn you, I don’t mind sharing you with him, but the roof is ours~
Jae looked back at Kangin.
“It won’t be hard to get people to look out for him,” Kangin said. “He’s already really popular. Some second year girls were hanging on him yesterday, playing with his hair and stuff.”
“Oh really?” Jae said with a grin.
“Yeah, I’m sure they’re doing it just to get to you, but he’s a nice kid.”
“I know. Thanks, Kangin.”
“No problem.”
Jae went up to the roof even as the warning bell rang. Yoochun was already there, smoking a cigarette. He handed it to Jaejoong.
“Okay. Details. Now.”
“You first,” Jae said. “Junsu?”
Yoochun grinned. “We met at the coffee shop and after we said hello, he said, ‘I know this isn’t what you really want, so why don’t we just go back to my house?’”
Jae laughed. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Nope.”
“And?”
“And we went back to his house, we were kissing before we even made it in the door. And then I had him pinned to the wall. Enter raging twin brother, I get a black eye, and then after bitching at Junho for a moment. Junsu dragged me to his room and made me feel better. God, Jae, he can fucking suck cock. It’s just … fuck.”
Yoochun shivered.
“Did he fuck your ass like you wanted?”
“Not yet,” Yoochun said with a leer. “His parents came home, and I had to sit through dinner with the family while Junsu groped me under the table.”
“Wow. Where has this Junsu been?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Don’t know, but god, I’m glad I’m the one that gets to have him. Okay. Your turn. He obviously isn’t a virgin anymore.”
Jae grinned. “Nope.”
“And?”
“And we didn’t get any calculus done yesterday either.”
“You’re being vague on purpose.”
Jae smiled and took a long drag on his cigarette. “Yes, I am.”
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
Jae gave him a one armed hug. The final bell rang, but neither cared and Jae told Yoochun every single detail of Changmin’s first time, in the kitchen, and right after on the couch, and then back in Jae’s bed. And again in Changmin’s bed. And then again, in the morning, when Changmin woke him up with his mouth around Jae’s cock.
“Fuck, how many times did you two come yesterday?”
Jae shrugged. “Don’t know. Not enough.”
“No wonder you’re walking a bit stiff today.”
“Yeah, it’s a nice pleasant ache.”
Yoochun smiled. “I love that ache.”
“Come on,” Jae said, throwing his cigarette off the roof. “We are really, really late.”
Part 8: Hitting Your Face
Part 6: Thrusting Into Insanity
Part 5: Kissing away your Tears
Part 4: Moaning Into Kisses
Part 3: Succumbing to the Pressure
Part 2: Trying to Hold Back
Part 1: Getting to Know You
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