fic: voodoo magic 8
voodoo magic 8
yunjae
nc-17
romance, comedy, etc..
warning: uh, they have sex (FINALLY)
a/n: the porn bit of my fic. it was about time i wrote it. no chickening out and cockbocking the fic this time XD & jsyk, there's a hit counter right at the bottom... so.... YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO YOU GUYYZZZZZ. and, sorry, it's been forever. just putting off the sex bit, because it's so painful for me to write DX BUT IT'S FINISHED!!!
The rest of the hotpot festivities were left untouched. Jaejoong had locked himself in his room, leaving the remaining guest room for Yunho and Dolphin to share. Dolphin could feel Yunho’s eyes scrutinizing the back of his head as he attempted to fall asleep. Morning couldn’t come any slower.
~~
“I want him out.”
“Why? So you can get back to raping me?”
“It’s not rape if you want it, Joongie,” Yunho teased.
“Listen, asshole, I will never want it, so you better put your dick back in your pants and get your ass back to wherever the fuck you’re from,” Jaejoong snapped. He tried to keep his voice a whisper, in case Dolphin was listening.
“Jaejoongie~,” Yunho whined, “I can’t go back until I’m satisfied! And at this rate, I’ll be here until you die!”
Jaejoong gave him a dispassionate stare. Yunho could tell his victim was contemplating.
“How much sex do you need before you’ll leave?”
“Depends how much magical backup needs to be released,” Yunho replied with a grin, “and, seeing as how my powers have been sapped dry trying to capture you, I’d say… About a week?”
A trickle of fear ran down Jaejoong’s back. “A week as in….”
“Non-stop, baby,” Yunho smirked. Jaejoong’s could feel a cold sweat coming on.
Jaejoong’s cold front had cracked. “B-B-But, I can’t-”
“The longer that idiot stays here, the longer that time will get. You never know, one week could turn into two, then thre-”
“God Yunho, fine!” Jaejoong snapped. He then paused, considering his options. It was either:
1) he played hard to get and allowed Yunho’s magic backup to increase exponentially,
or
2) satisfy him quickly so he’d leave.
Jaejoong almost had a hard time choosing the second option. He let out an exasperated sigh and nodded. Yunho was surprised at how Jaejoong had given in so easily.
“Just... Get rid of him first,” Jaejoong muttered. He hung his head and sighed again.
Yunho snapped his fingers. “Already done.”
~~
Dolphin’s field of vision had gone black. He didn’t know how long he’d been knocked out for, but he woke up staring into the face of a very attractive man.
“Junsu! Junsu-yah! Are you okay?” the flowery man asked, evidently worried over Dolphin’s condition.
“Who… Who are you?”
“Junsu-yah! It’s me, Yoochun! You walked into a branch and then hit your head on some ice while we were hiking. Are you okay?”
“B-But, I….” Was it all just a dream?
“Let’s go, Junsu-yah. It’s cold and I want to go home.”
~
“Yunho, don’t you have to use magic to send Dolphin away?”
Yunho smiled. “That was another day’s worth you owe me, Joongie. But trust me, you’ll love it,” he said with a playful wink. The raven fell speechless. A big hand wrapped around his dainty wrist. He could feel his feet moving by themselves in the direction Yunho was pulling him in. It was the bedroom. The one with a lock and a king sized bed with a barred headboard. The inevitable was about to come, and Jaejoong didn’t know if he could handle what was in store for him.
Yunho’s victim was pushed through the door frame. It swung itself closed and clicked, reminding Jaejoong that he was going to be locked in the room with Yunho for a very, very long time.
Jaejoong let out a surprised squeak as he felt his body being tossed down onto the soft bed. There was a warm presence hovering above him. Any snappy remark Jaejoong could think of were swallowed by Yunho’s hungry lips. His tongue swam through, licking Jaejoong’s beautifully plump lips, going from corner to corner. Yunho could taste traces of chocolate, most likely from the hot chocolate that Jaejoong had drank for breakfast.
A gasp was wrenched out of Jaejoong’s throat when Yunho’s leg shoved its way through Jaejoong’s thighs that had been clenched together. He took the opportunity to drive his tongue into Jaejoong’s hot cavern, massaging the soft muscle, drawing circles, licking paths along Jaejoong’s teeth.
“Haah,” Jaejoong breathed, “Yunho, not so- mpf!” The raven-haired man’s innocent lips had never felt something so rough and exhilarating. He blushed when he heard small, needy whimpers, and turned even redder once he realized they were coming out of his mouth.
The smaller could barely concentrate on the kiss with Yunho pulling down Jaejoong’s sweat pants. The soft material had only become a nuisance; it was a bothersome barrier between Yunho’s eyes and the creamy ivory thighs he longed to see. Yunho had pulled away from the kiss in order to concentrate on more important matters. Jaejoong’s hands came down to stop him, but Yunho was adamant. An invisible power pulled Jaejoong’s hands up above his head, tying his wrists to the barred headboard. Mentally, Jaejoong cursed, knowing that that little move had just cost him a lot more
Yunho happy-time.
With one more quick yank, Yunho had the grey sweats off Jaejoong’s hips, tossing the cloth to the floor carelessly. The cold hit his thighs, and Jaejoong shuddered. As he parted Jaejoong’s legs, Yunho bit a light trail along his sensitive inner flesh, leaving a line of blooming pink. He didn’t want to mar his angel’s skin too much, feeling the need to ease Jaejoong into the whole concept of sex on a different level.
Jaejoong groaned, spreading his legs a little more for Yunho. Yunho held a smug grin, and began toying with Jaejoong’s flaccid arousal. The man bucked up, telling Yunho he wanted more than foreplay.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want soon, baby,” Yunho said huskily. He began pumping Jaejoong’s cock up and down, forcing it to grow large and heavy. Jaejoong let out humiliating whimpers, and he bit his lip in an attempt to control them. Abruptly, the arousing motions had stopped. Jaejoong heard a bottle pop open, and wondered for a second where it had come from. His thoughts all disappeared once he felt a slick finger entered his tight heat.
Jaejoong couldn’t remember when he had closed his eyes. They flew open at the feeling of a foreign object probing its way through his delicately puckered entrance. His body felt so unbearably hot against Yunho’s.
“Just tell me when you’re ready for another, babe,” Yunho muttered, sliding his finger in and out of Jaejoong. It was the strangest feeling Jaejoong couldn’t get enough of. Yunho seemed more in control - more demanding - and Jaejoong loved it.
“P-Please, mo-more,” he gasped. As soon as the words left his lips, another digit slid in. He could feel a scissoring motion stretching his entrance.
“Hnn, Yunho. Just - please - more,” Jaejoong begged. He had no idea what had come over him. His skin felt too hot, and the fingers up his ass felt so, so good. His arms were growing numb from hanging up against the headboard. He wanted to wrap them around Yunho’s neck and kiss him as he fucked his ass hard.
Then, his heart stopped. This was his best friend he was talking about. It was so wrong, for two men, men who had grown up together, to be doing such a sinful act. It was so immoral, but it felt so amazing that Jaejoong couldn’t bring himself to tell Yunho to stop.
The fingers that had worked their magic vanished. Instead, they were replaced by a blunt nub pushing right at the puckered red entrance. In one hard motion, Yunho had nearly thrust himself in to the hilt. His dick reached deep within Jaejoong’s body. The smaller felt a delightful fullness, accompanied by a stinging pain. Yunho’s dick stretched him open much more than his fingers did.
Yunho settled in, enjoying the sweet tightness Jaejoong’s entrance provided. It was so warm and slick inside, and Yunho rolled his hips up, hoping Jaejoong would feel equal pleasure. The second thrust zeroed in on his prostate, hitting it full force. Jaejoong’s breath caught in his throat. Something within him had sent bolts of pleasure up his spine, leaving him shivering, greedy for more of the same feeling.
Jaejoong grinded down on Yunho’s arousal. With the encouragement, Yunho rammed in faster and faster, pushing up against his prostate each time. Jaejoong couldn’t contain his moans any longer. He let out a litany of moans, Yunho Yunho Yunho, wrapping his legs tight around Yunho’s waist.
“Ah, Yunho, I’m close,” Jaejoong groaned.
“Already?” Yunho asked, slowing down his pace so he could plunge himself in harder. Jaejoong let out quiet whimpers each time, body jerked up with the force of Yunho’s hips. He sped up again, and without warning, Jaejoong’s hole clenched. Translucent white liquid spilled out of his hard member, and it left Jaejoong panting in a post-orgasmic daze.
Yunho’s face had smug written all over it. Again, he pushed himself in deeper, making Jaejoong quiver as his over-sensitive entrance was toyed with.
“But Joongie, I’m only getting started.”
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yunjae
nc-17
romance, comedy, etc..
warning: uh, they have sex (FINALLY)
a/n: the porn bit of my fic. it was about time i wrote it. no chickening out and cockbocking the fic this time XD & jsyk, there's a hit counter right at the bottom... so.... YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO YOU GUYYZZZZZ. and, sorry, it's been forever. just putting off the sex bit, because it's so painful for me to write DX BUT IT'S FINISHED!!!
The rest of the hotpot festivities were left untouched. Jaejoong had locked himself in his room, leaving the remaining guest room for Yunho and Dolphin to share. Dolphin could feel Yunho’s eyes scrutinizing the back of his head as he attempted to fall asleep. Morning couldn’t come any slower.
~~
“I want him out.”
“Why? So you can get back to raping me?”
“It’s not rape if you want it, Joongie,” Yunho teased.
“Listen, asshole, I will never want it, so you better put your dick back in your pants and get your ass back to wherever the fuck you’re from,” Jaejoong snapped. He tried to keep his voice a whisper, in case Dolphin was listening.
“Jaejoongie~,” Yunho whined, “I can’t go back until I’m satisfied! And at this rate, I’ll be here until you die!”
Jaejoong gave him a dispassionate stare. Yunho could tell his victim was contemplating.
“How much sex do you need before you’ll leave?”
“Depends how much magical backup needs to be released,” Yunho replied with a grin, “and, seeing as how my powers have been sapped dry trying to capture you, I’d say… About a week?”
A trickle of fear ran down Jaejoong’s back. “A week as in….”
“Non-stop, baby,” Yunho smirked. Jaejoong’s could feel a cold sweat coming on.
Jaejoong’s cold front had cracked. “B-B-But, I can’t-”
“The longer that idiot stays here, the longer that time will get. You never know, one week could turn into two, then thre-”
“God Yunho, fine!” Jaejoong snapped. He then paused, considering his options. It was either:
1) he played hard to get and allowed Yunho’s magic backup to increase exponentially,
or
2) satisfy him quickly so he’d leave.
Jaejoong almost had a hard time choosing the second option. He let out an exasperated sigh and nodded. Yunho was surprised at how Jaejoong had given in so easily.
“Just... Get rid of him first,” Jaejoong muttered. He hung his head and sighed again.
Yunho snapped his fingers. “Already done.”
~~
Dolphin’s field of vision had gone black. He didn’t know how long he’d been knocked out for, but he woke up staring into the face of a very attractive man.
“Junsu! Junsu-yah! Are you okay?” the flowery man asked, evidently worried over Dolphin’s condition.
“Who… Who are you?”
“Junsu-yah! It’s me, Yoochun! You walked into a branch and then hit your head on some ice while we were hiking. Are you okay?”
“B-But, I….” Was it all just a dream?
“Let’s go, Junsu-yah. It’s cold and I want to go home.”
~
“Yunho, don’t you have to use magic to send Dolphin away?”
Yunho smiled. “That was another day’s worth you owe me, Joongie. But trust me, you’ll love it,” he said with a playful wink. The raven fell speechless. A big hand wrapped around his dainty wrist. He could feel his feet moving by themselves in the direction Yunho was pulling him in. It was the bedroom. The one with a lock and a king sized bed with a barred headboard. The inevitable was about to come, and Jaejoong didn’t know if he could handle what was in store for him.
Yunho’s victim was pushed through the door frame. It swung itself closed and clicked, reminding Jaejoong that he was going to be locked in the room with Yunho for a very, very long time.
Jaejoong let out a surprised squeak as he felt his body being tossed down onto the soft bed. There was a warm presence hovering above him. Any snappy remark Jaejoong could think of were swallowed by Yunho’s hungry lips. His tongue swam through, licking Jaejoong’s beautifully plump lips, going from corner to corner. Yunho could taste traces of chocolate, most likely from the hot chocolate that Jaejoong had drank for breakfast.
A gasp was wrenched out of Jaejoong’s throat when Yunho’s leg shoved its way through Jaejoong’s thighs that had been clenched together. He took the opportunity to drive his tongue into Jaejoong’s hot cavern, massaging the soft muscle, drawing circles, licking paths along Jaejoong’s teeth.
“Haah,” Jaejoong breathed, “Yunho, not so- mpf!” The raven-haired man’s innocent lips had never felt something so rough and exhilarating. He blushed when he heard small, needy whimpers, and turned even redder once he realized they were coming out of his mouth.
The smaller could barely concentrate on the kiss with Yunho pulling down Jaejoong’s sweat pants. The soft material had only become a nuisance; it was a bothersome barrier between Yunho’s eyes and the creamy ivory thighs he longed to see. Yunho had pulled away from the kiss in order to concentrate on more important matters. Jaejoong’s hands came down to stop him, but Yunho was adamant. An invisible power pulled Jaejoong’s hands up above his head, tying his wrists to the barred headboard. Mentally, Jaejoong cursed, knowing that that little move had just cost him a lot more
Yunho happy-time.
With one more quick yank, Yunho had the grey sweats off Jaejoong’s hips, tossing the cloth to the floor carelessly. The cold hit his thighs, and Jaejoong shuddered. As he parted Jaejoong’s legs, Yunho bit a light trail along his sensitive inner flesh, leaving a line of blooming pink. He didn’t want to mar his angel’s skin too much, feeling the need to ease Jaejoong into the whole concept of sex on a different level.
Jaejoong groaned, spreading his legs a little more for Yunho. Yunho held a smug grin, and began toying with Jaejoong’s flaccid arousal. The man bucked up, telling Yunho he wanted more than foreplay.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want soon, baby,” Yunho said huskily. He began pumping Jaejoong’s cock up and down, forcing it to grow large and heavy. Jaejoong let out humiliating whimpers, and he bit his lip in an attempt to control them. Abruptly, the arousing motions had stopped. Jaejoong heard a bottle pop open, and wondered for a second where it had come from. His thoughts all disappeared once he felt a slick finger entered his tight heat.
Jaejoong couldn’t remember when he had closed his eyes. They flew open at the feeling of a foreign object probing its way through his delicately puckered entrance. His body felt so unbearably hot against Yunho’s.
“Just tell me when you’re ready for another, babe,” Yunho muttered, sliding his finger in and out of Jaejoong. It was the strangest feeling Jaejoong couldn’t get enough of. Yunho seemed more in control - more demanding - and Jaejoong loved it.
“P-Please, mo-more,” he gasped. As soon as the words left his lips, another digit slid in. He could feel a scissoring motion stretching his entrance.
“Hnn, Yunho. Just - please - more,” Jaejoong begged. He had no idea what had come over him. His skin felt too hot, and the fingers up his ass felt so, so good. His arms were growing numb from hanging up against the headboard. He wanted to wrap them around Yunho’s neck and kiss him as he fucked his ass hard.
Then, his heart stopped. This was his best friend he was talking about. It was so wrong, for two men, men who had grown up together, to be doing such a sinful act. It was so immoral, but it felt so amazing that Jaejoong couldn’t bring himself to tell Yunho to stop.
The fingers that had worked their magic vanished. Instead, they were replaced by a blunt nub pushing right at the puckered red entrance. In one hard motion, Yunho had nearly thrust himself in to the hilt. His dick reached deep within Jaejoong’s body. The smaller felt a delightful fullness, accompanied by a stinging pain. Yunho’s dick stretched him open much more than his fingers did.
Yunho settled in, enjoying the sweet tightness Jaejoong’s entrance provided. It was so warm and slick inside, and Yunho rolled his hips up, hoping Jaejoong would feel equal pleasure. The second thrust zeroed in on his prostate, hitting it full force. Jaejoong’s breath caught in his throat. Something within him had sent bolts of pleasure up his spine, leaving him shivering, greedy for more of the same feeling.
Jaejoong grinded down on Yunho’s arousal. With the encouragement, Yunho rammed in faster and faster, pushing up against his prostate each time. Jaejoong couldn’t contain his moans any longer. He let out a litany of moans, Yunho Yunho Yunho, wrapping his legs tight around Yunho’s waist.
“Ah, Yunho, I’m close,” Jaejoong groaned.
“Already?” Yunho asked, slowing down his pace so he could plunge himself in harder. Jaejoong let out quiet whimpers each time, body jerked up with the force of Yunho’s hips. He sped up again, and without warning, Jaejoong’s hole clenched. Translucent white liquid spilled out of his hard member, and it left Jaejoong panting in a post-orgasmic daze.
Yunho’s face had smug written all over it. Again, he pushed himself in deeper, making Jaejoong quiver as his over-sensitive entrance was toyed with.
“But Joongie, I’m only getting started.”
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