happy birthday junsuuu!
title: happy birthday, dolphin boy
author: xiahki
pairing: yoosu
genre: fluff/smut?
rating: nc-17
summary: junsu doesn't want to be another year older, but maybe yoochun can show him that it's not that bad.
a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNSU. ♥ ♥ ♥ ilusfm, boy. you better have a great one.
December fifteenth started off as a normal day. The morning was quiet, silence broken only by shuffling in the hallway and murmured grunts and groans of displeasure at another night of not enough sleep and too bright sun coming in through the windows.
Nothing strayed from their everyday schedule until about midafternoon, when they all crowded into a conference room and presented him with a small cake, candles crooked and letters written in JaeJoong’s almost too sloppy handwriting, but it was still special. It was special enough to make him smile as he blew out the candles, making a silent wish and laughing along with the rest of them whenever Yoochun ate too fast and nearly choked to death on a backup of too much cake and not enough room to breathe.
The rest of the day went as planned, jokes about his age here or there or a light ruffling of his hair or a nudge in his side. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but it still left him with a strange feeling that he couldn’t really place.
Goodnight came early for most of the others after a long day of dance practice and interviews and so many other things that it all started blurring together. He smiled again, and then curled up into a blanket on the couch, anticipating the warm feeling of arms around him before they ever came.
“Junsuyah.”
He smiled despite himself, leaning into the warmth and giving a small sigh of content, feeling the grin against his neck as his fingers started to play with Yoochun’s lightly.
“Happy birthday, dolphin boy.”
Junsu scrunched up his nose then, pinching Yoochun’s finger until he yelped and then pouted.
”What was that for?”
“Don’t tell me that.” Junsu’s tone almost sounded angry, but the way that he was subtly trying to somehow bury himself into the front of Yoochun’s shirt gave him away.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Yoochun’s tone was nearly mocking, but more sincere as fingers came up to stroke the back of Junsu’s newly dyed hair. He kind of missed the red, really.
“Don’t like the thought of getting older?”
He was only teasing, trying to pull a smile out of the younger because serious was for the cameras, not for birthdays. But apparently serious was for now, too, and the lack of response from Junsu spoke loud enough.
“Aweeeee, Junsuuuu~”
Yoochun’s cooing over him only angered Junsu further, and he squirmed slightly, attempting to worm his way out of the older male’s grip around him. Yoochun refused, grip tightening and he only smiled wider, snuggling shamelessly against the younger male the best that he could.
”Don’t worry. You’re not up there yet.”
Junsu somehow managed to twist his nipple, and Yoochun yelped. Junsu showed no mercy.
“Not helping.”
Yoochun pouted, and they fell into silence. Fifteen minutes later, he decided he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Okay, birthday boy. Up you go.” He unwound his arms from around Junsu’s torso, pushing himself up off the couch, pulling Junsu up with him.
“
I think it’s time I gave you your present.”
--
Yoochun’s fingers traveled smoothly down Junsu’s back, dipping and curving in all of the right places to make Junsu moan and shake underneath him.
His fingers were hot, nearly burning the sensitive skin. But the icing was a contrast, cold and silky smooth over the stretch along his back, enough to make him shudder and whine.
“Y-Yoochunah.” “Shh.” Yoochun shushed him gently, leaning down just enough to lick a hot stripe through the chocolate, reveling in the salty sweet flavor of sugar mixed with sweat. It was addicting, and Junsu cried out when he went back for more, fingers clutching the sheets.
Yoochun didn’t stop until he was clean, and then he planted slow, wet kisses all the way up Junsu’s spine, not stopping until he reached the nape of his neck.
Junsu whimpered slightly, and Yoochun turned him over swiftly, leaning down for a kiss that was rough and desperate and full of too many things to count. Junsu surged up into him, back arching and fingers scratching against skin for something to hold onto. He was going insane, and that was obvious. But Yoochun wasn’t done just yet.
The silky smoothness of the chocolate was back again, spreading slowly over his throat, and Junsu tipped his head back, mouth open wide, panting harshly against the pleasure. It only increased with Yoochun’s tongue, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin, pulling out whimpers and moans that made him tremble slightly.
He licked him clean once again, giving another small bite for good measure before he dipped lower.
The light, feathering touches crept lower and lower, ghosting over Junsu’s collarbone, his chest, stomach… He paused at his naval, slipping a chocolate coated finger inside just so he could lick it clean afterwards, grinning at the way Junsu raised into the touch.
“Yoochun … Yoochunah,” he panted, and Yoochun grinned against his skin, knowing what that voice, those whimpers meant.
“Patience,” he soothed gently, and then that smooth cool substance was back again, this time smoothing over Junsu’s inner thighs.
He whined deep in his throat, fingers fisting the sheets, pushing his hips in the air and desperate for contact.
Yoochun knew just what he was doing, expertly avoiding the area he knew Junsu wanted him to go for most, taking his time with long, slow licks through the icing, making sure that he got every last bit of it off.
Junsu felt more and more of his sanity leaving him with every swipe of Yoochun’s tongue, and once it was gone he was a trembling, incoherent mess underneath a grinning, almost satisfied Yoochun.
“Are you ready?” he asked, voice low and deep, and Junsu had barely stuttered out an answer before Yoochun was already prepping him, fingers coated with the lube that Junsu hadn’t noticed existing, and he already wanted more. His hips rocked back into the feeling, and he was already begging for more.
Yoochun decided he had had enough teasing, Junsu was the birthday boy after all, and so he quickly removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock.
Junsu threw his head back and moaned, high pitched and needy, and Yoochun was sure that he could easily come from the sight alone. He lifted Junsu’s leg and positioned it over his shoulder, wasting no time in going slow or shallow.
His thrusts were deep and quickly started picking up the pace, hips angling in the perfect direction to make Junsu scream underneath him.
Junsu was sure that he was going to die from a pleasure overload. He was moaning and writhing and screaming and practically sobbing underneath Yoochun, who was thrusting hard and fast and hitting his prostate every fucking time.
It was so good that it hurt, and Junsu knew that he wasn’t going to last long.
“Yoochun, Yoochun, shit, shiiit, I can’t, ungh, I’m gonna, fuck-“
It ended swiftly, one last, whimpering moan punctured with a cry of Yoochun’s name, Junsu’s body shuddering before relaxing underneath him, Yoochun stuttering a groan into sweat slicked skin before they fell into nothing more than harsh pants and mumbled curses.
It took a few minutes for Yoochun to finally roll off of Junsu, the latter giving a slight groan for no reason in particular before rolling after him, deciding to be snuggly and take a spot against Yoochun’s side, half on his chest.
“What’s this?” Yoochun asked, still breathing harshly and only half coherent. “I thought you were mad at me.”
“I was,” Junsu said lazily, smiling with his eyes closed. “But then I forgave you.”
“Mmm.” Yoochun pulled him closer, snuggling against him shamelessly.
“Is it safe to tell you Happy Birthday now?”
Junsu giggled, halfway through a yawn, lazy and spent and completely and thoroughly fucked. “I guess so.”
“Happy Birthday,” Yoochun said, planting a kiss on the side of Junsu’s neck.
“Love you,” Junsu mumbled, already half asleep. “See you when I wake up tomorrow afternoon.”
“Love you too,” Yoochun responded with a grin. “And just you wait. Next year will be even better.”
author: xiahki
pairing: yoosu
genre: fluff/smut?
rating: nc-17
summary: junsu doesn't want to be another year older, but maybe yoochun can show him that it's not that bad.
a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNSU. ♥ ♥ ♥ ilusfm, boy. you better have a great one.
December fifteenth started off as a normal day. The morning was quiet, silence broken only by shuffling in the hallway and murmured grunts and groans of displeasure at another night of not enough sleep and too bright sun coming in through the windows.
Nothing strayed from their everyday schedule until about midafternoon, when they all crowded into a conference room and presented him with a small cake, candles crooked and letters written in JaeJoong’s almost too sloppy handwriting, but it was still special. It was special enough to make him smile as he blew out the candles, making a silent wish and laughing along with the rest of them whenever Yoochun ate too fast and nearly choked to death on a backup of too much cake and not enough room to breathe.
The rest of the day went as planned, jokes about his age here or there or a light ruffling of his hair or a nudge in his side. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but it still left him with a strange feeling that he couldn’t really place.
Goodnight came early for most of the others after a long day of dance practice and interviews and so many other things that it all started blurring together. He smiled again, and then curled up into a blanket on the couch, anticipating the warm feeling of arms around him before they ever came.
“Junsuyah.”
He smiled despite himself, leaning into the warmth and giving a small sigh of content, feeling the grin against his neck as his fingers started to play with Yoochun’s lightly.
“Happy birthday, dolphin boy.”
Junsu scrunched up his nose then, pinching Yoochun’s finger until he yelped and then pouted.
”What was that for?”
“Don’t tell me that.” Junsu’s tone almost sounded angry, but the way that he was subtly trying to somehow bury himself into the front of Yoochun’s shirt gave him away.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Yoochun’s tone was nearly mocking, but more sincere as fingers came up to stroke the back of Junsu’s newly dyed hair. He kind of missed the red, really.
“Don’t like the thought of getting older?”
He was only teasing, trying to pull a smile out of the younger because serious was for the cameras, not for birthdays. But apparently serious was for now, too, and the lack of response from Junsu spoke loud enough.
“Aweeeee, Junsuuuu~”
Yoochun’s cooing over him only angered Junsu further, and he squirmed slightly, attempting to worm his way out of the older male’s grip around him. Yoochun refused, grip tightening and he only smiled wider, snuggling shamelessly against the younger male the best that he could.
”Don’t worry. You’re not up there yet.”
Junsu somehow managed to twist his nipple, and Yoochun yelped. Junsu showed no mercy.
“Not helping.”
Yoochun pouted, and they fell into silence. Fifteen minutes later, he decided he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Okay, birthday boy. Up you go.” He unwound his arms from around Junsu’s torso, pushing himself up off the couch, pulling Junsu up with him.
“
I think it’s time I gave you your present.”
--
Yoochun’s fingers traveled smoothly down Junsu’s back, dipping and curving in all of the right places to make Junsu moan and shake underneath him.
His fingers were hot, nearly burning the sensitive skin. But the icing was a contrast, cold and silky smooth over the stretch along his back, enough to make him shudder and whine.
“Y-Yoochunah.” “Shh.” Yoochun shushed him gently, leaning down just enough to lick a hot stripe through the chocolate, reveling in the salty sweet flavor of sugar mixed with sweat. It was addicting, and Junsu cried out when he went back for more, fingers clutching the sheets.
Yoochun didn’t stop until he was clean, and then he planted slow, wet kisses all the way up Junsu’s spine, not stopping until he reached the nape of his neck.
Junsu whimpered slightly, and Yoochun turned him over swiftly, leaning down for a kiss that was rough and desperate and full of too many things to count. Junsu surged up into him, back arching and fingers scratching against skin for something to hold onto. He was going insane, and that was obvious. But Yoochun wasn’t done just yet.
The silky smoothness of the chocolate was back again, spreading slowly over his throat, and Junsu tipped his head back, mouth open wide, panting harshly against the pleasure. It only increased with Yoochun’s tongue, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin, pulling out whimpers and moans that made him tremble slightly.
He licked him clean once again, giving another small bite for good measure before he dipped lower.
The light, feathering touches crept lower and lower, ghosting over Junsu’s collarbone, his chest, stomach… He paused at his naval, slipping a chocolate coated finger inside just so he could lick it clean afterwards, grinning at the way Junsu raised into the touch.
“Yoochun … Yoochunah,” he panted, and Yoochun grinned against his skin, knowing what that voice, those whimpers meant.
“Patience,” he soothed gently, and then that smooth cool substance was back again, this time smoothing over Junsu’s inner thighs.
He whined deep in his throat, fingers fisting the sheets, pushing his hips in the air and desperate for contact.
Yoochun knew just what he was doing, expertly avoiding the area he knew Junsu wanted him to go for most, taking his time with long, slow licks through the icing, making sure that he got every last bit of it off.
Junsu felt more and more of his sanity leaving him with every swipe of Yoochun’s tongue, and once it was gone he was a trembling, incoherent mess underneath a grinning, almost satisfied Yoochun.
“Are you ready?” he asked, voice low and deep, and Junsu had barely stuttered out an answer before Yoochun was already prepping him, fingers coated with the lube that Junsu hadn’t noticed existing, and he already wanted more. His hips rocked back into the feeling, and he was already begging for more.
Yoochun decided he had had enough teasing, Junsu was the birthday boy after all, and so he quickly removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock.
Junsu threw his head back and moaned, high pitched and needy, and Yoochun was sure that he could easily come from the sight alone. He lifted Junsu’s leg and positioned it over his shoulder, wasting no time in going slow or shallow.
His thrusts were deep and quickly started picking up the pace, hips angling in the perfect direction to make Junsu scream underneath him.
Junsu was sure that he was going to die from a pleasure overload. He was moaning and writhing and screaming and practically sobbing underneath Yoochun, who was thrusting hard and fast and hitting his prostate every fucking time.
It was so good that it hurt, and Junsu knew that he wasn’t going to last long.
“Yoochun, Yoochun, shit, shiiit, I can’t, ungh, I’m gonna, fuck-“
It ended swiftly, one last, whimpering moan punctured with a cry of Yoochun’s name, Junsu’s body shuddering before relaxing underneath him, Yoochun stuttering a groan into sweat slicked skin before they fell into nothing more than harsh pants and mumbled curses.
It took a few minutes for Yoochun to finally roll off of Junsu, the latter giving a slight groan for no reason in particular before rolling after him, deciding to be snuggly and take a spot against Yoochun’s side, half on his chest.
“What’s this?” Yoochun asked, still breathing harshly and only half coherent. “I thought you were mad at me.”
“I was,” Junsu said lazily, smiling with his eyes closed. “But then I forgave you.”
“Mmm.” Yoochun pulled him closer, snuggling against him shamelessly.
“Is it safe to tell you Happy Birthday now?”
Junsu giggled, halfway through a yawn, lazy and spent and completely and thoroughly fucked. “I guess so.”
“Happy Birthday,” Yoochun said, planting a kiss on the side of Junsu’s neck.
“Love you,” Junsu mumbled, already half asleep. “See you when I wake up tomorrow afternoon.”
“Love you too,” Yoochun responded with a grin. “And just you wait. Next year will be even better.”