Our Lifestyle - My Slave
Title: Our Lifestyle - My Slave (part two)
Length: Short chaptered fic (2/5)
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun
Kink: Mainly BDSM and everything that comes along with it. :D
A/N: For Raaaah (jaeroticgasm ), even though she's in the battlefield finishing up her last few papers (THURSDAY, BABY, THURSDAY!). :D Andd this should be my last update before my common tests start next week; wish me luck people! :D I really need it, the modules I'm taking require so much brain space (I mean, it's BIO) and I need to study alot. Alot. I should be doing homework now but whatever. Doesnt take long to update. :D
So anyway, this part is in no way chronologically related to the previous part. :D Basically, the whole series' an universe, kinda. :D Ohyeah, just to let y'all know, I've uploaded more downloadable versions of my oneshots. :D ... Go to my second most recent post below this one? :D Yeaaap. :D Comments are greatly loved, as always. <3
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Jaejoong grins as he packs up, getting ready to leave his office. He’s just submitted his final draft to the editor of the newspaper, and been complimented on his precision in relating facts and details. Being a finance reporter isn’t the most glamourous job in the firm, but at least it’s stable and pays well.
Waving to his fellow writers, Jaejoong strolls out of the office, heading to his car. He sets his laptop and documents on the passenger seat, driving off towards the grocery. Tonight’s his turn to top once again, and boy, they are going to have so much fun. Jaejoong smiles as he imagines Yoochun’s reaction, knowing the younger man would definitely enjoy the activities he’s planned.
Two hours later, he’s parking his sedan into the parking lot, grabbing the bags of groceries and striding towards their apartment. Pushing open the door, he toes off his shoes, leaving the food in the kitchen. Then Jaejoong walks towards their bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he enters.
“So how’s my slave been today?” he queries, dropping his shirt into the laundry hamper. He is answered with a muffled whine and slight struggling against ropes. Jaejoong chuckles deeply, sauntering to the foot of the bed. “Not so good, I assume?”
Yoochun shakes his head, eyes slightly teary from constant arousal throughout the day. His wrists are looped together, roped to the bedpost. Legs spread wide apart, naked and gagged and plugged. The toy inside of him shifts and adjusts with every little movement, teasing his prostate. Jaejoong smiles at the sight before him, trailing fingers down Yoochun’s backbone.
“Did you miss me, slave?” Jaejoong enquires, leaning in to run his tongue along the shell of Yoochun’s ear. He knows it drives the younger man crazy, and Yoochun reacts by squirming, moaning around the cloth gag in his mouth. Jaejoong can’t help but smack his lover’s ass a few times, watching it turn a lovely shade of pink.
Jaejoong continues running fingers over Yoochun, dipping a fingertip into his belly button, caressing the slight abs present. He comes to a stop just above Yoochun’s erection, smirking, “So you did miss me, slave. Look at how hard you are.” Collecting the precome at the tip of his arousal, Jaejoong laughs, “Practically dripping.”
Yoochun’s breath quickens as Jaejoong strokes him, a finger teasing his slit, causing him to writhe and throw his head back in pleasure. The older man fingers the cock ring at the base of Yoochun’s arousal, playing with it. His ministrations lead Yoochun to hold back another wanton moan, knowing Jaejoong finds pleasure from teasing him and toying with him like this.
“Let’s have dinner, slave,” Jaejoong says after awhile, hand leaving Yoochun. He spanks Yoochun’s butt once more for good measure, before untying the knot around the bedpost, releasing him yet keeping his wrists tied together. Beckoning to him, Jaejoong strides out of the room, Yoochun following at his heel.
They arrive in the kitchen, Jaejoong’s hands planted on his hips as Yoochun stands in front of him, head bowed submissively. “Get up on the table,” he points to their dining table, the younger man obeying. Grabbing his bags of groceries, Jaejoong lays the food on the counter, preparing for their play.
Yoochun lies on his back, quietly waiting, legs hanging off the surface. The older man comes over, spread-eagling him and tying his feet to opposite legs of the table. His hands are raised above his head, tied to the table as well. Jaejoong grins, running a finger lightly down Yoochun’s sternum, watching his lover inhale a deep breath.
Turning around, Jaejoong reaches for the plate of raw fish that he’s just sliced, tuna and salmon and sea bass. He carefully arranges them on Yoochun, the chilled fish leading the younger man to hiss. Jaejoong lays a few slices of raw sashimi on Yoochun’s balls, then a slice on either nipple. Before long, he’s got slices of raw fish on him, laid out as if it’s a sashimi platter and he’s the plate.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Jaejoong smirks, as if mocking Yoochun. Nodding, the younger man’s eyes slide shut, reveling in having the delicacy arranged on his nude body. His cock is harder than ever, precome dripping down his arousal onto the fish laid out on his testicles. Jaejoong just licks his lips, reaching behind him for more.
Liquid trickles onto Yoochun’s body, causing him to let out a shout around his gag, eyes flying open. The older man is dribbling soya sauce onto him, taking care to drip more on the sashimi, squirting some right into his belly button. Yoochun moans out loud as Jaejoong covers his length with the soy sauce, the salty liquid flowing down his erection onto the sashimi below.
“Itadakimasu,” Jaejoong murmurs, before lowering his mouth onto Yoochun, licking up the soy sauce. It’s actually more of a light sauce, not overly salty, with just a little bit of taste. He takes a slice of raw tuna into his mouth, gaze meeting Yoochun’s as he chews it slowly, laving his nipple clean.
“So delicious,” he sighs on the younger man’s skin, tongue thrusting into his belly button. Yoochun trashes, limbs struggling against their binds. Jaejoong stands up straight, eyebrows furrowing as he reprimands him. “Slave. Don’t you dare move while I’m having my dinner.”
Yoochun stills, biting down on the gag to stifle a moan as Jaejoong travels lower, licking a long stripe from his lower abdomen to the tip of his arousal. His head lolls as far back as possible when Jaejoong takes his length into his mouth, slowly sliding down until his nose almost touches Yoochun’s tummy. He doesn’t move, just stays there with his tongue drawing lazy circles on the underside.
Whining, Yoochun tries to buck his hips up into Jaejoong’s mouth, wanting more of the wonderful pleasure. The older man hums in response, causing him to squirm, vibrations running up his body. Chuckling at his boyfriend’s actions, Jaejoong starts to bob up and down, sucking lightly.
As Yoochun is brought nearer orgasm, Jaejoong suddenly pulls away, leaving him panting and whimpering. Jaejoong trails his tongue over Yoochun’s balls, eating the sashimi and licking off all the soy sauce. Then he takes one into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as Yoochun screams into the gag, hips thrusting aimlessly into the air. He sucks on the other one as well, sending Yoochun over the edge as he stiffens.
But he’s unable to come, the cock ring around his length restraining him from orgasm. Yoochun’s chest heaves, arousal still imminent on his face, sheen of sweat covering his body. Jaejoong gives the tip of his cock one last suck, before pulling away. He takes in how Yoochun’s face is contorted in denied pleasure, how his arousal is a dark shade of angry red; imagines the amount of teasing Yoochun must have gone through, with the large plug and his ministrations. He finds it all so beautiful, all so mesmerizing.
“You’ve been good today, slave,” he nods curtly, eyes staring right into Yoochun’s. Reaching for the bonds around Yoochun’s ankles, Jaejoong unties them, releasing the younger man from his predicament. “Drape yourself over the back of the couch. I’m going to fuck you as a reward.”
Yoochun nods in agreement, ambling over to the sofa. Every step is agonizing, the plug pressing up against his prostate incessantly, arousal impossibly hard. He kneels on the seat, front plastered on the cool leather. It’s a contrast to his overheated self, and he can’t help but squirm as the underside of his length comes into contact with the smooth material.
Jaejoong saunters over, gently trailing his fingers down Yoochun’s spine. It’s an almost tender action, leading the younger man to hold his breath, reveling in the sheer anticipation of what’s about to come. Then a harsh slap lands on his buttocks, sofa dipping as Jaejoong positions himself. The butt plug is slowly slid out, Yoochun panting as it is dropped to the carpet.
Without warning, Jaejoong buries himself to the hilt with one solid thrust. Yoochun screams into the cloth, yet his hips instantly buck back to meet his lover’s. “Such a slut,” the older man chuckles, “You want this so much, don’t you? You want to be fucked so rough and harsh, huh?”
Moaning, Yoochun frantically nods his head, undulating his hips once more. Jaejoong laughs, hands settling on the slight curve of the younger man’s hips. And he breaks into a rapid pace, quick and hard, yet just short of sending Yoochun over the edge. Before long, Yoochun’s writhing and whimpering, in dire need of release.
“Beg me, slave,” Jaejoong orders, fingers deftly undoing the knot of the gag, “Beg me to let you come.” As soon as the cloth is removed, Yoochun starts blabbering incoherently, pleading for orgasm.
“Master, Master-Master-Master, pl-please let me come!” he moans wantonly, body already shaking from the incessant teasing throughout the day. Jaejoong shifts his hips slightly, causing Yoochun to yell as his prostate is ploughed into, begs increasing in volume and incoherency.
A few more thrusts, and Jaejoong tenses, hips pressed tightly to Yoochun’s ass as he comes. Taking the younger man’s erection into his hand, he strokes firmly, before removing the cock ring. Yoochun instantly orgasms, opaque fluid exploding onto his chest and the leather.
They remain in their little fantasy for some time longer, chests heaving as they recover from orgasm. Jaejoong unhurriedly pulls out, not wanting to hurt Yoochun too much. He holds Yoochun’s waist as his boyfriend stands, wobbly and exhausted. “Are you alright?” he inquires, tone concerned.
“I’m fine,” Yoochun replies, beaming when Jaejoong furrows his eyebrows in anxiousness, “Really, I am.” He falls into the older man’s embrace, leaning on him as energy is slowly replenished.
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Jaejoong tenderly lathers soap on Yoochun’s fatigued body, the younger man sighing as the cloth runs over him. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, hand dipping between Yoochun’s legs to soap his inner thighs.
Yoochun lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Why should you be? This is our lifestyle.” His answer is punctuated with a quiet groan as Jaejoong moves the cloth between his butt cheeks, lightly over his hidden pucker. Standing upright once again, Jaejoong gazes straight into Yoochun’s eyes.
“I know,” the older man murmurs, “But sometimes I worry whether I’m really hurting you or not.” Yoochun’s hands come up to rub Jaejoong’s bare upper arms, comforting him.
“What’s important is that we both enjoy this, isn’t it?” Yoochun leans forward, planting a loving kiss on Jaejoong’s lips. He turns on the shower, stepping under it with Jaejoong, allowing the warm water to run over them.
Jaejoong’s eyes slide shut, sighing. “Yeah, it is,” a small smile breaks out on his face, “I love you.”
“Baby, I love you too,” Yoochun beams, lips capturing Jaejoong’s in a languid tango, sensual and loving.
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Length: Short chaptered fic (2/5)
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun
Kink: Mainly BDSM and everything that comes along with it. :D
A/N: For Raaaah (jaeroticgasm ), even though she's in the battlefield finishing up her last few papers (THURSDAY, BABY, THURSDAY!). :D Andd this should be my last update before my common tests start next week; wish me luck people! :D I really need it, the modules I'm taking require so much brain space (I mean, it's BIO) and I need to study alot. Alot. I should be doing homework now but whatever. Doesnt take long to update. :D
So anyway, this part is in no way chronologically related to the previous part. :D Basically, the whole series' an universe, kinda. :D Ohyeah, just to let y'all know, I've uploaded more downloadable versions of my oneshots. :D ... Go to my second most recent post below this one? :D Yeaaap. :D Comments are greatly loved, as always. <3
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Jaejoong grins as he packs up, getting ready to leave his office. He’s just submitted his final draft to the editor of the newspaper, and been complimented on his precision in relating facts and details. Being a finance reporter isn’t the most glamourous job in the firm, but at least it’s stable and pays well.
Waving to his fellow writers, Jaejoong strolls out of the office, heading to his car. He sets his laptop and documents on the passenger seat, driving off towards the grocery. Tonight’s his turn to top once again, and boy, they are going to have so much fun. Jaejoong smiles as he imagines Yoochun’s reaction, knowing the younger man would definitely enjoy the activities he’s planned.
Two hours later, he’s parking his sedan into the parking lot, grabbing the bags of groceries and striding towards their apartment. Pushing open the door, he toes off his shoes, leaving the food in the kitchen. Then Jaejoong walks towards their bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt as he enters.
“So how’s my slave been today?” he queries, dropping his shirt into the laundry hamper. He is answered with a muffled whine and slight struggling against ropes. Jaejoong chuckles deeply, sauntering to the foot of the bed. “Not so good, I assume?”
Yoochun shakes his head, eyes slightly teary from constant arousal throughout the day. His wrists are looped together, roped to the bedpost. Legs spread wide apart, naked and gagged and plugged. The toy inside of him shifts and adjusts with every little movement, teasing his prostate. Jaejoong smiles at the sight before him, trailing fingers down Yoochun’s backbone.
“Did you miss me, slave?” Jaejoong enquires, leaning in to run his tongue along the shell of Yoochun’s ear. He knows it drives the younger man crazy, and Yoochun reacts by squirming, moaning around the cloth gag in his mouth. Jaejoong can’t help but smack his lover’s ass a few times, watching it turn a lovely shade of pink.
Jaejoong continues running fingers over Yoochun, dipping a fingertip into his belly button, caressing the slight abs present. He comes to a stop just above Yoochun’s erection, smirking, “So you did miss me, slave. Look at how hard you are.” Collecting the precome at the tip of his arousal, Jaejoong laughs, “Practically dripping.”
Yoochun’s breath quickens as Jaejoong strokes him, a finger teasing his slit, causing him to writhe and throw his head back in pleasure. The older man fingers the cock ring at the base of Yoochun’s arousal, playing with it. His ministrations lead Yoochun to hold back another wanton moan, knowing Jaejoong finds pleasure from teasing him and toying with him like this.
“Let’s have dinner, slave,” Jaejoong says after awhile, hand leaving Yoochun. He spanks Yoochun’s butt once more for good measure, before untying the knot around the bedpost, releasing him yet keeping his wrists tied together. Beckoning to him, Jaejoong strides out of the room, Yoochun following at his heel.
They arrive in the kitchen, Jaejoong’s hands planted on his hips as Yoochun stands in front of him, head bowed submissively. “Get up on the table,” he points to their dining table, the younger man obeying. Grabbing his bags of groceries, Jaejoong lays the food on the counter, preparing for their play.
Yoochun lies on his back, quietly waiting, legs hanging off the surface. The older man comes over, spread-eagling him and tying his feet to opposite legs of the table. His hands are raised above his head, tied to the table as well. Jaejoong grins, running a finger lightly down Yoochun’s sternum, watching his lover inhale a deep breath.
Turning around, Jaejoong reaches for the plate of raw fish that he’s just sliced, tuna and salmon and sea bass. He carefully arranges them on Yoochun, the chilled fish leading the younger man to hiss. Jaejoong lays a few slices of raw sashimi on Yoochun’s balls, then a slice on either nipple. Before long, he’s got slices of raw fish on him, laid out as if it’s a sashimi platter and he’s the plate.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Jaejoong smirks, as if mocking Yoochun. Nodding, the younger man’s eyes slide shut, reveling in having the delicacy arranged on his nude body. His cock is harder than ever, precome dripping down his arousal onto the fish laid out on his testicles. Jaejoong just licks his lips, reaching behind him for more.
Liquid trickles onto Yoochun’s body, causing him to let out a shout around his gag, eyes flying open. The older man is dribbling soya sauce onto him, taking care to drip more on the sashimi, squirting some right into his belly button. Yoochun moans out loud as Jaejoong covers his length with the soy sauce, the salty liquid flowing down his erection onto the sashimi below.
“Itadakimasu,” Jaejoong murmurs, before lowering his mouth onto Yoochun, licking up the soy sauce. It’s actually more of a light sauce, not overly salty, with just a little bit of taste. He takes a slice of raw tuna into his mouth, gaze meeting Yoochun’s as he chews it slowly, laving his nipple clean.
“So delicious,” he sighs on the younger man’s skin, tongue thrusting into his belly button. Yoochun trashes, limbs struggling against their binds. Jaejoong stands up straight, eyebrows furrowing as he reprimands him. “Slave. Don’t you dare move while I’m having my dinner.”
Yoochun stills, biting down on the gag to stifle a moan as Jaejoong travels lower, licking a long stripe from his lower abdomen to the tip of his arousal. His head lolls as far back as possible when Jaejoong takes his length into his mouth, slowly sliding down until his nose almost touches Yoochun’s tummy. He doesn’t move, just stays there with his tongue drawing lazy circles on the underside.
Whining, Yoochun tries to buck his hips up into Jaejoong’s mouth, wanting more of the wonderful pleasure. The older man hums in response, causing him to squirm, vibrations running up his body. Chuckling at his boyfriend’s actions, Jaejoong starts to bob up and down, sucking lightly.
As Yoochun is brought nearer orgasm, Jaejoong suddenly pulls away, leaving him panting and whimpering. Jaejoong trails his tongue over Yoochun’s balls, eating the sashimi and licking off all the soy sauce. Then he takes one into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as Yoochun screams into the gag, hips thrusting aimlessly into the air. He sucks on the other one as well, sending Yoochun over the edge as he stiffens.
But he’s unable to come, the cock ring around his length restraining him from orgasm. Yoochun’s chest heaves, arousal still imminent on his face, sheen of sweat covering his body. Jaejoong gives the tip of his cock one last suck, before pulling away. He takes in how Yoochun’s face is contorted in denied pleasure, how his arousal is a dark shade of angry red; imagines the amount of teasing Yoochun must have gone through, with the large plug and his ministrations. He finds it all so beautiful, all so mesmerizing.
“You’ve been good today, slave,” he nods curtly, eyes staring right into Yoochun’s. Reaching for the bonds around Yoochun’s ankles, Jaejoong unties them, releasing the younger man from his predicament. “Drape yourself over the back of the couch. I’m going to fuck you as a reward.”
Yoochun nods in agreement, ambling over to the sofa. Every step is agonizing, the plug pressing up against his prostate incessantly, arousal impossibly hard. He kneels on the seat, front plastered on the cool leather. It’s a contrast to his overheated self, and he can’t help but squirm as the underside of his length comes into contact with the smooth material.
Jaejoong saunters over, gently trailing his fingers down Yoochun’s spine. It’s an almost tender action, leading the younger man to hold his breath, reveling in the sheer anticipation of what’s about to come. Then a harsh slap lands on his buttocks, sofa dipping as Jaejoong positions himself. The butt plug is slowly slid out, Yoochun panting as it is dropped to the carpet.
Without warning, Jaejoong buries himself to the hilt with one solid thrust. Yoochun screams into the cloth, yet his hips instantly buck back to meet his lover’s. “Such a slut,” the older man chuckles, “You want this so much, don’t you? You want to be fucked so rough and harsh, huh?”
Moaning, Yoochun frantically nods his head, undulating his hips once more. Jaejoong laughs, hands settling on the slight curve of the younger man’s hips. And he breaks into a rapid pace, quick and hard, yet just short of sending Yoochun over the edge. Before long, Yoochun’s writhing and whimpering, in dire need of release.
“Beg me, slave,” Jaejoong orders, fingers deftly undoing the knot of the gag, “Beg me to let you come.” As soon as the cloth is removed, Yoochun starts blabbering incoherently, pleading for orgasm.
“Master, Master-Master-Master, pl-please let me come!” he moans wantonly, body already shaking from the incessant teasing throughout the day. Jaejoong shifts his hips slightly, causing Yoochun to yell as his prostate is ploughed into, begs increasing in volume and incoherency.
A few more thrusts, and Jaejoong tenses, hips pressed tightly to Yoochun’s ass as he comes. Taking the younger man’s erection into his hand, he strokes firmly, before removing the cock ring. Yoochun instantly orgasms, opaque fluid exploding onto his chest and the leather.
They remain in their little fantasy for some time longer, chests heaving as they recover from orgasm. Jaejoong unhurriedly pulls out, not wanting to hurt Yoochun too much. He holds Yoochun’s waist as his boyfriend stands, wobbly and exhausted. “Are you alright?” he inquires, tone concerned.
“I’m fine,” Yoochun replies, beaming when Jaejoong furrows his eyebrows in anxiousness, “Really, I am.” He falls into the older man’s embrace, leaning on him as energy is slowly replenished.
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Jaejoong tenderly lathers soap on Yoochun’s fatigued body, the younger man sighing as the cloth runs over him. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, hand dipping between Yoochun’s legs to soap his inner thighs.
Yoochun lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Why should you be? This is our lifestyle.” His answer is punctuated with a quiet groan as Jaejoong moves the cloth between his butt cheeks, lightly over his hidden pucker. Standing upright once again, Jaejoong gazes straight into Yoochun’s eyes.
“I know,” the older man murmurs, “But sometimes I worry whether I’m really hurting you or not.” Yoochun’s hands come up to rub Jaejoong’s bare upper arms, comforting him.
“What’s important is that we both enjoy this, isn’t it?” Yoochun leans forward, planting a loving kiss on Jaejoong’s lips. He turns on the shower, stepping under it with Jaejoong, allowing the warm water to run over them.
Jaejoong’s eyes slide shut, sighing. “Yeah, it is,” a small smile breaks out on his face, “I love you.”
“Baby, I love you too,” Yoochun beams, lips capturing Jaejoong’s in a languid tango, sensual and loving.
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