andd so to celebrate;
EIGHTYONE MEMBERS YO. :D thankyou all for joining my comm and reading and commenting! they keep me very happy. :DD
though, sarahrahrah dear, you should join my comm, not just watch it. :D
so to thank all of you who've been reading and commenting ever since i started posting, i have decided to post some of my older fics. um, okay maybe not older, but you've definitely not seen them here before. :D andd yes, i am in the midst of finishing the last chapter of Our Lifestyle AND writing a junchun oneshot. :D more treats below. :D
basically, these are just fics that i never really got down to finishing, or i might not even finish them ever. :D i'll think about it first. :D they were written on a whim, i think. :D more details before each one. :D
so here, to all of you out there who've been reading and commenting so much. :D
WARNING: mostly yunjae/jaeho. ... okay that's not really a warning but still. :D
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A/N: i wrote this sometime back when the number of members at uke_yunho had just reached 100+, but never really got down to finishing it cause i kinda lost inspiration and drive halfway. :D hee. i kinda handed this over to Sierra (rivium7fold ) to finish, but idk. um. yeah. it's been a while. :D
The door clicked open, Jaejoong stepping into the house. He toed off his shoes, glancing around, searching for his pet. “Yunho…” he sing-sang, hanging his coat in the hall closet. When there was no response within a minute, Jaejoong furrowed his eyebrows, setting his briefcase on the marbled floor. “Yunho?”
Strolling into the living area, Jaejoong gazed around, wondering where Yunho might be. It was rare that his pet didn’t greet him at the door, and Jaejoong was slightly worried. What if something had happened to him? Jaejoong walked further into the bungalow, trying to locate Yunho.
As he passed by the couches, Jaejoong heard a soft snore, spinning his head to face the noise. He could feel a smile stretching over his face at the sight he was met with, the adorability of it making him a little light-headed. Yunho was curled up in one of their large couches, sleeping soundly. He tiptoed over, grabbing a blanket from the coffee table to drape around his pet’s shoulders.
Yunho stirred as Jaejoong tucked the corners of the blanket around his body, eyes fluttering open sleepily. “M-master?” he gasped, startled at Jaejoong’s presence. He hadn’t realised that Jaejoong had come home! Yunho instantly jumped off the couch, kneeling on the ground by Jaejoong’s feet, shaking his head slightly to fully wake himself up. “Sorry Master, I fell asleep after finishing the chores… I’ll never do it again.”
Jaejoong grinned at his pet, sliding his hand into the thick crop of auburn hair. He stroked, fingers playing with the ears attached to the top of Yunho’s head. “That’s alright, you worked hard today. Besides, I just came home,” he consoled, teasing the hair at the nape of Yunho’s neck. Yunho beamed, leaning into Jaejoong’s touch.
Yunho dipped his head to kiss Jaejoong’s ankle, laving at the skin around it, before traveling up his Master’s leg, kissing and licking as he went. He nuzzled against Jaejoong’s knee, pressing kisses all over the kneecap and letting saliva collect in the crevices. Yunho gazed up at Jaejoong, finding the man smiling down at him, chuckling at his actions.
“On your hands and knees,” Jaejoong said, allowing Yunho to rub against his knee one last time. Yunho complied, shifting his position. Sinking onto the couch, Jaejoong fingered the leather collar around Yunho’s neck, jingling the bell attached in front. He then ran his fingers over Yunho’s toned back, caressing the muscles and tracing the juts of his spine. Yunho arched into the touch, purring softly.
“Mm,” Jaejoong let out an appreciative sigh, “Good kitty.” His fingers grasped the base of the plug buried deep inside Yunho, pushing it even further into him. Yunho moaned, albeit quietly, Jaejoong’s ministration causing the tip of it to brush his prostate. Jaejoong smiled as his fingers followed the curve of the long auburn cat-like tail affixed to the toy, slightly bushy and soft to touch.
Jaejoong leaned back into the couch, admiring the sight of Yunho dressed up like a cat. Sure, they were in a BDSM relationship, which entailed him in the Master’s role and Yunho as his pet, but he had never specified which animal Yunho was supposed to play. It was only the previous night, when he had come across some beautiful photographs of kittens, that it clicked. Yunho would look so very pretty as a cat.
His pet, obviously, had agreed to the idea. Anything to fulfill his Master’s desires. And thus, Jaejoong had added a bell to Yunho’s collar that morning, fixed cat ears onto his head, and pushed a butt plug attached to a fake cat’s tail into him. He had told Yunho to go about his normal chores like always, and if he did, he would receive a reward that night.
“Come here,” Jaejoong muttered, sliding over on the couch to make space for Yunho. His pet climbed onto the couch, still on all fours, questioning eyes directed at Jaejoong. Patting his thigh, Jaejoong beckoned Yunho to lay his head there. Lying down on his side, Yunho mewled as Jaejoong ran his hand over his tummy, palm hot and fingers tickling.
Jaejoong dipped a finger into Yunho’s belly button, teasing the sensitive skin there. His other hand stroked through Yunho’s hair once more, all the while smiling and whispering sweet nothings to Yunho. His pet purred loudly, eager to show that he was enjoying the treatment received. Yunho’s eyes slid shut, reveling in the care and love his Master was showering on him.
Not long after, Jaejoong gently swatted Yunho’s buttock, causing him to snap his eyes open in startle. “Let’s have dinner, Yunho,” Jaejoong grinned, running his hand up Yunho’s arm. Yunho agreed, getting off the couch to drop to all fours again, crawling towards the kitchen.
Jaejoong could not help but sigh at the way Yunho’s hips swayed from side to side as he crawled, the movement graceful and almost feline-like. The ears and tail made it even more realistic, Yunho almost taking on a cat personality. Jaejoong pulled his sweater off his head, revealing a thin cotton undershirt. He padded over to the kitchen, finding the table already set.
Yunho dished out a plate of pasta, with a generous helping of Carbonara sauce. He knew Jaejoong liked eating Italian cuisine, pasta being one of his Master’s favourites. And he was always happy to try out new recipes, striving towards making his cooking better and better. Placing the plate on the table, Yunho kneeled, waiting for Jaejoong to eat.
“Ahh, something new,” Jaejoong complimented as he picked up a fork, twirling it in the spaghetti. He brought the pasta to his mouth, chewing thoughtfully on it as Yunho anticipated Jaejoong’s comment on his cooking. “It’s good,” he praised, Yunho beaming, “Cook this more often. Your cooking gets better everyday, Yunho.”
Yunho nodded in acknowledgment, delighted that Jaejoong had commended him on the dish he had made. Twirling more spaghetti onto his fork, Jaejoong held it out to Yunho, gesturing for him to eat. Yunho took the fork into his mouth, running his tongue over it, cleaning all traces of Carbonara sauce. He chewed on the pasta, enjoying the taste of cream in his mouth.
Jaejoong laughed at the way Yunho was lost in bliss, his hand caressing the ears and stroking through the auburn hair. He continued to eat, alternating bites with Yunho, they finishing the plate of pasta in a short period of time. Standing up, Jaejoong strode over to the sink, intent on washing the dishes.
“Master,” Yunho cut in, hurriedly crawling over to Jaejoong, “L-let me do it.” Jaejoong smiled at Yunho, shaking his head as he switched on the tap, allowing water to run over the plate. “It’s alright, Yunho,” he patted Yunho’s head with a wet hand, “Go upstairs and take a shower. I want you dry and clean, and ready for me to take greatest pleasure in your utter kitty-ness.”
Yunho flushed slightly, nodding immediately. “Yes, Master,” he answered, spinning around and crawling out of the kitchen, tail bobbing as he went. Jaejoong chuckled to himself, reaching for a sponge to soap the dishes.
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A/N: okay, the next two drabble-ficlet thingys are actually part of the same universe, where teacher!dbsk teach in a girls' school. :D based loosely on random fangirling and crazy fantasies of my junior (kisaki94 ) and i. :D and also based loosely on my years in a girls' high school. :D um, not NC17. :DD
QUESTION
Yunho strides into class that morning, a bright smile on his face. He’s happy; his class did well in the previous test. “Morning 3W,” he greets, nodding as the students return his greeting, albeit slightly restlessly. Setting the stack of test papers, his textbook, and pencilcase on the teacher’s table, he turns to face the class.
“I’m giving out your A. Math Indices test now,” his announcement is met with groans and moans from the forty girls, they dreading the return of their test paper. Shaking his head, Yunho continues, “Don’t worry though, I’m very happy with your performance this time round. There are less than five failures in the class.”
At this, he can see the students relax a little in their seats, some whispering amongst themselves. He clears his throat, reaching for the stack of test papers. Yunho starts calling out names, according to the girls’ register numbers, giving out their respective answer booklets. Some of his students beam as they steal glances at their marks; others are downcast, disappointed with themselves.
“Alright,” he addresses the class again, catching most of their attention, “I will not be going through this Indices test right now, because your next A. Math test is coming up next Tuesday.” As he pauses, Yunho catches the quiet resigned sighs of his students, others murmuring swear words under their breaths. “Yes, and I haven’t finished explaining the whole concept of Logarithms. So, please take out your textbooks and notebooks, we’re going to start today’s lesson.”
The girls grumble and complain, obviously, but still they obey Yunho, pulling their A. Math textbooks from under their desks, in their bags. When he deems that most of the class is ready, Yunho flips his own textbook to a certain page, uncapping a black whiteboard marker as he begins to teach.
He writes down the main formulas that the students are to memorise, then picks a few questions from their textbook, solving them on the board as examples. After every question, he pauses, glancing at his class and making sure they are paying attention. The students like and admire him as a teacher, and he knows. It’s not very often a girls’ school gets such a handsome and sexy Mathematics teacher.
“Any questions?” Yunho enquires, laying his textbook back onto the teacher’s table. He’s pretty much done with the day’s lesson, providing his students some time to clarify their doubts. Of course, being the good teacher he is, Yunho would go through the main points of the lesson once more, to summarise it all. But currently, his gaze is focused on the class, waiting for any queries that might come his way.
A hand is raised, and Yunho turns his attention to her, calling out her name, “Yes, Suhye?” And the girl sitting at the back of the class stands up, slightly giggly.
“Mr Jung…” she starts, Yunho sending her an encouraging nod, “Could I ask a question that’s not related to what we’re learning?” Yunho’s vaguely surprised, but agrees. Suhye giggles again, the other girls sitting around her chuckling as well.
“Mr Jung, are you and Mr Kim dating?” With that question, the whole class breaks into girly laughter, whispers and chatter apparent. Yunho can sense the tips of his ears turning a bright red, embarrassment creeping over him. He doesn’t know how to answer, only staying rooted to his spot.
Yunho knows exactly who they are talking about, and his students know that he knows, so feigning ignorance isn’t an excuse for him. True, there were at least three Mr Kims in the school, but it was widely rumoured that Mr Jung Yunho and Mr Kim Jaejoong were dating. And this question posed at Yunho only served to confirm his greatest concerns, that the rumours were really taken as the truth.
Smiling wryly, Yunho answers a question with a question, “Why do you think we are dating?” However, it only has a reverse effect on his class, with the students making a slight ruckus, numerous ‘evidence’s shared amongst them. Yunho wants to pack up his things as quickly as possible; exiting the class at a rapid speed, but no, he reminds himself, that would just confirm that Jaejoong and I really are together.
“Because it’s the most obvious thing on earth, Mr Jung!” someone exclaims, the whole class agreeing unanimously. Yunho chooses to end the conversation at this point, clapping his hands to quiet the girls down.
“We will not discuss this matter anymore, class,” he declares, his students attacking him with protests. Turning back to the board, Yunho inhales a deep breath, before summarizing the lesson. He hears the girls complain a little more, before the class is relatively silent, allowing him to promptly finish as the bell rings.
“I will see you girls tomorrow, then,” Yunho smiles as the class stands to greet him goodbye, bowing slightly as he takes his leave. Stopping just before he leaves the classroom totally, Yunho spins around.
“And Suhye?” he calls, catching some of the girls’ interest. Yunho bites his lower lip, before uttering, “Yes, it’s true.”
And with that, he swiftly strides back to the teachers’ office, face flushing a deep red.
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FRUSTRATED
Jaejoong pushes the heavy door open, not bordering to check if the small office is empty. He sinks into the nearest chair, waiting for his friend to dismiss the class before retiring back to the air-conditioned workplace. “Hi,” Jaejoong greets listlessly, twirling the chair from side to side as he waits for the other man to stash his whiteboard markers back into his pencilcase.
“Hi Jae,” his friend returns the greeting, setting another stack of worksheets onto his already-cluttered table, “What brings you here today?” Sighing, Jaejoong tilts his head up to meet his friend’s slightly amused gaze, “Don’t you already know, Park Yoochun?”
Yoochun grins, pushing his metal-rimmed spectacles further up his nose. “Of course I do,” he answers teasingly, “You know how gossipy the girls can get. And how news spreads like fire in this school.” Jaejoong lets out another sigh, this time more resigned than before.
“Chun...” Finally Jaejoong whines, causing discomforting shivers to run up Yoochun’s spine. Jaejoong was his very best friend, a grown man, and not his lover. He momentarily wondered how his students would react if they found out their beloved Mr Kim was as whiny as this. “Chun, what am I going to do…?”
Pulling another chair over, Yoochun sinks into it as well, reaching out to lay a hand on Jaejoong’s shoulder. “Jae, if I’m not wrong,” he starts, grinning again, “You were the one who admitted to it willingly! As far as I’ve heard, none of your students forced you to tell, neither did they threaten or bribe! So if you want to blame anyone, it might as well be yourself.”
“I know!” Jaejoong heaves a long sigh, burying his head in his hands, “I want to kill Yunho.” Yoochun’s eyes widen in mock surprise at the threat, he knows full well that Jaejoong would never murder or even hurt his lover. “Why the hell did Yunho even say anything?”
Yoochun’s hand leaves Jaejoong’s shoulder, going to pat his head a few times. “You should ask him, not me, Jae,” he consoles, smiling as Jaejoong lifts his head once more.
“Come on,” he encourages, “Go and show Mr Jung that Mr Kim isn’t someone to be messed around with!”
Jaejoong stands up, running a hand through his hair, tousling it even more than before. “Alright, Yoochun,” he ambles towards the door, hand reaching for the doorknob. Yoochun waves goodbye a little too enthusiastically, making Jaejoong spin around, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t you assume I don’t know that Mr Kim Junsu is coming in after his PE lesson to see you!” Jaejoong warns, waggling a finger at his best friend, “Sometimes I wonder how the two of you even got together. He’s athletic, you’re not. And he barely knows what an augmented fourth is. You two are worlds apart.”
“Hey,” Yoochun retorts, “The pot’s calling the kettle black. Yunho doesn’t know who Stalin is. You hardly understand logarithms. We’re on the same page.”
“Whatever,” Jaejoong shrugs it off, slipping his socked feet into black leather shoes, “See you later at lunch.”
“Can’t!” Yoochun shouts after Jaejoong as the older man troops up the stairs, “I have to monitor the Music O’s students right after school ends!”
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A/N: something i wrote on Rah (jaeroticgasm )'s lj to cheer her up and encourage her when she was in the midst of her IGCSEs. :D hehe. :D hmm. yeah, that's about it. :D
"Shut up, bitch," Jaejoong snarls, flinging the clothing at Yunho, "Shut your damn mouth and wear it." The younger man bites his lower lip, shuffling from foot to foot. It's all part of the fantasy; he wants it, wants it so bad, but has to act like he doesn't.
"Why aren't you wearing it, slut?" Striding over, Jaejoong's voice is dangerously harsh, and he instantly pulls Yunho's t-shirt off, tugging the sweatpants to his ankles. "Put it on, now." Yunho shuts his eyes tight, inhaling a deep breath.
Just as he is about to put on the piece of clothing, Jaejoong smacks his ass hard. "Be quick about it," he warns, "Or you're not going to be coming for a week." Yunho bows his head and compiles, snapping the waistband on his hips, slipping his arms into the straps.
Jaejoong grins, rounding the younger man to fasten the eyelet and hook. After he does so, he tucks Yunho's stiff arousal into the tight garment, before spanking him on the ass once more. Yunho makes no sound, standing there with his arms by his side and head bowed nearly timidly.
Coming back to face the younger man, Jaejoong licks his lips. "You look so beautiful," he compliments, reaching to stroke Yunho's cheek.
"Thank you, Oppa."
And Yunho stands there, in the middle of the living area, in only a pink lacy bra and matching G-strings.
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"But, Yunho, do you know what would make you even more beautiful?" Jaejoong queries, hands planted on his hips. The younger man shakes his head, eyes trained on the ground submissively. Jaejoong smirks, pulling a seven-inch dildo out of their toybox. "Turn around."
Yunho purses his lips together, obviously knowing what is in store for him. He turns around, back facing Jaejoong. Not long after, the tight back string of his thong is pulled away, and Jaejoong presses the dildo against his pucker. "Spread yourself."
Complying, Yunho reaches behind himself, baring his entrance even more to the older man. Slowly, Jaejoong pushes the dildo into Yunho, seating it fully. The bulbous tip rubs incessantly against Yunho's prostate with every slight movement, providing intense pleasure.
"The normal rules apply, Yunnie," Jaejoong steps away, "No coming until I say you can." Yunho nods in agreement, waiting for Jaejoong's next command.
"Good girl," he compliments, "Now, let's go to the bathroom. You need to be waxed." Yunho bows his head, "Yes, oppa."
Then he drops to his hands and knees, crawling after Jaejoong.
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Five minutes later, they are in the bathroom, Yunho sitting on his knees as Jaejoong pulls a rolls of waxing strips from the cabinet. The older man washes his hands, before turning to Yunho, "On the toilet."
Yunho shifts fluidly, pulling the thongs down, covering the toilet and sitting on its lid. The dildo pushes even further into his passage, teasing his prostate incessantly. He bites his lower lip as Jaejoong tears a length from the roll, legs spreading as he approaches.
Before long, Yunho's pubic hair is rapidly decreasing, Jaejoong waxing at a quick speed. The younger man has to stifle a few groans and whines, the pain so delicious, so pleasurable. His fingers curl around the edge of the toilet lid as Jaejoong presses a strip of waxing paper onto his most sensitive spot, before removing it in a flash.
Ten minutes later, Yunho's thighs and crotch are fully free of hair, not a single trace left. Jaejoong smiles at his handiwork, washing his hands once more and storing the roll of waxing strips. "Okay, pull up your panties."
Yunho complies, dropping to his hands and knees as Jaejoong steps out of the bathroom, heading towards their shared bedroom. Where even more excitement lies.
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andd that's it darlings! <3