Fulfilling My Fantasy Series: Red G-strings
Title: Red G-strings
Author: mocharemel
Ratings: NC17
Genre: Smut
Length: Oneshot (1934 words)
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Warnings: Kink. (:
A/N: This is reposted from dongbangkinki , cause I wanted to keep track of my smut fics. (: Hehe. The reason why I created another comm for my smut is cause... I want to keep everything separate, I'm at that age where I still dont think I can write all this and not get embarrassed about it. Ohwell. Some things you write should be kept separate from everything else. I mean, that's how I feel luh.
So yeah, here it is, again. (: And this is a continuation of Camera Phones + Fanboys + YunJae! (:
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“So…” Yunho started as the door shut behind Jaejoong, a soft ‘click’ resounding through the now-silent room. He faced the older man, tenting very much visible through the tight silk material of his boxers. Jaejoong licked his lips, not really knowing why. “Boxers or G-strings?”
“Isn’t that obvious, Yunho,” Jaejoong answered, eyes turning a dark chocolate. Yunho was so sexy like this, offering himself up to fulfil his boyfriend’s kinky fantasies. The boxers were quickly lost, a pair of red G-strings coming into sight.
The G-strings had been bought in Bangkok, during one of Jaejoong’s shopping whims. It was pretty, bright red, and very tight-fitting. Yunho stepped into them, slowly pulling the silky strings over his legs, not wanting to tear it.
“Turn around,” Jaejoong ordered, passively demanding. Yunho did as he said, carefully shifting his body so he was facing the wall behind their bed instead. The older man smirked. He would have his way tonight.
Yunho could hear Jaejoong rummaging around their chest-of-drawers, pulling out certain things. The G-strings were almost all the way up already, tight material restricting movement of his thighs. All of a sudden, Jaejoong was right behind him, smooth material of his briefs rubbing against his buttocks. His hands crept to Yunho’s front, playing with the hard nubs.
Gasping, Yunho leaned into Jaejoong, only to find the other taking a slight step back. Before he knew anything else, there was a warm, wet weight pressing against his entrance, one of Jaejoong’s hands pulling a butt cheek aside. Yunho moaned as it slid into him, the bulbous tip of the toy brushing his prostate.
“Be good, Yunho,” Jaejoong whispered against the shell of his ear, “Listen to me tonight. Don’t touch yourself until I say so.”
Yunho whimpered, a flush spreading across his cheeks. He’d never felt so out-of-control before, so helpless, so vulnerable. And it turned him on, his length twitching. Jaejoong smirked, pulling the G-strings up in a flash, snapping the top band onto the younger man’s hips.
Writhing, Yunho found that the vibrator lodged inside his passage had been forced even further in by the tight band of the G-strings, rubbing his prostate mercilessly. His cock was now painfully hard, G-strings holding it tightly against his body, not allowing him any room to release. Jaejoong lightly stroked Yunho’s length through the underwear, causing the younger man to moan and writhe against his chest.
Jaejoong stepped away, reaching for the digital camera set on the top of the chest-of-drawers. He took a shot of Yunho’s backside, the toy and red G-strings highly prominent in the photograph. Grinning, Jaejoong switched his angle, before snapping another picture.
Circling around Yunho to his front, Jaejoong crouched over, aiming the camera lens at his crotch. Another photograph was taken, the bright flash causing Yunho to twitch a little. “You like this, don’t you, Yunho?” Jaejoong smirked, running a finger over the large length, “You like me taking photos of you in this state of undress, don’t you?”
Jaejoong moved nearer, gently mouthing Yunho’s cock. The front of the G-strings was already stained with his pre-cum, only to be further wet by Jaejoong’s adventurous tongue. “You like having a vibrator up your ass, don’t you?” he breathed, a hand reaching behind Yunho to twist the toy. Yunho groaned, mixed sensations spiralling up his body.
Standing up, Jaejoong caught a full-body picture of Yunho, all the tight muscles, the bulging tent of red silk, the body that he deemed so very beautiful. His lover was so perfect like this, so defenceless, toy shoved into his entrance. Jaejoong crossed the room, turning a chair such that it faced Yunho, settling himself in it.
“Turn around, and come closer,” he commanded, smiling when Yunho obeyed. His gait was unsteady, the tip of the vibrator assaulting his prostate with every step. Worse, the silky material of the underwear provided only meagre amount of friction, and its snugness only served to restrict his release even more.
Jaejoong held the camera in front of him, lens pointed at Yunho. His index finger spun the knob on its top, switching the mode from stills to video. His other hand held his cell phone, thumb moving quickly across the screen. Yunho stood, not expecting what would come next.
Music filled the room, a heavy beat resounding as Jaejoong set the phone onto the short table beside him. Yunho momentarily wondered what Jaejoong intended to do.
“Dance,” was all that he was told. Yunho squawked, sending a look of disbelief to Jaejoong. “But…” he protested, turning his body slightly to remind the older man that there was still a vibrator in his ass.
“I know,” Jaejoong said, two hands now steadying the camera, “But where’s the fun if I take it out?”
Yunho’s jaw dropped. Jaejoong wanted him to dance like this?! Wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy G-strings… And a toy in his passage?!
“Come on, Yunho,” Jaejoong cajoled, his tone softer then what it had been a few minutes before, “I’ve been fantasizing about this for so long, ever since the first time we danced Mirotic. You’re sexy like that; I want to capture it.”
The younger man took in a deep breath. He had promised to fulfil Jaejoong’s desires that night, and there was no turning back now. “Okay,” he agreed, shutting his eyes to clear his mind. Jaejoong grinned as Yunho started dancing, slowly at first, trying to get used to the feeling of moving around in such a predicament.
Soon, Yunho was bopping to the heavy beat of the song, arms and legs moving swiftly. The vibrator rubbed at his prostate with every other movement, certain positions causing him to groan as it was pushed even further into his ass. Jaejoong was nodding his head to the song as well, the camera held steady in his hands as he filmed Yunho dancing.
Yunho spun around in a move, back facing Jaejoong. He then shook his buttocks rather vigorously, obviously giving Jaejoong a show. The older singer almost came at this sight, his hands starting to tremble. All of a sudden, the digital appliance became too heavy to hold onto, his need to orgasm climbing.
Jaejoong set the camera down on the side table beside him, its lens still pointed at the dancing Yunho. Reaching a little further, his fingers clasped around another object, the other hand sneaking its way into his boxers. Jaejoong let out a moan as he stroked himself, trying to gain release.
As the hand on his cock moved at a faster speed, Jaejoong flicked a button on the small object, causing a whirring to fill the room. Yunho yelped, realising that the toy in him had come alive. He stopped dancing immediately, legs slowly losing strength as vibrations caressed his prostate over and over again.
“Jae… Jaejoong-ah,” he gasped, eyes trained towards the hand stuck in his boyfriend’s boxers. The sensations were driving him into pleasure overload, and now he was made to watch Jaejoong bring himself to a climax, no matter whether Jae had intended it or not. Yunho struggled to keep his arms by his side and remain standing; he wanted, needed to come. But Jaejoong hadn’t told him he could touch himself, so he just stood there, overwhelmed.
Jaejoong’s eyes were tightly shut, his ears tuning out all other sounds except his own harsh breathing and pants. The whole scene of Yunho shaking his butt, with a vibrator shoved in, kept replaying in his mind, turning him on even more than what he already was - if that was even possible. Before long, he came, mouth open in a silent gasp as the come covered his hand and boxers.
Recovering from his orgasm, Jaejoong opened his eyes. It was only then that he realised he had totally forgotten about Yunho, and had switched on the vibrations without himself even knowing it. Yunho was still standing there, in front of their bed, though a faint shaking had taken over his body. The skimpy piece of underwear was already drenched, in Yunho’s pre-come and Jaejoong’s saliva from before.
Jaejoong remembered the order that he had given Yunho, and smirked to himself. His boyfriend had not forgotten about it, choosing to obey him instead of pleasuring himself. Getting up, Jaejoong let his pair of boxers fall to the carpet, he crossing the room to Yunho.
“Good boy,” he whispered into Yunho’s ear as he gently tugged the G-strings off Yunho’s legs, releasing the angry red length trapped inside. Jaejoong tilted his head up, engaging Yunho in a deep kiss, passionate and loving. Yunho sighed and moaned into it, thankful for the relief.
They fell onto the bed, Jaejoong on top of Yunho, lips still locked in an erotic tango. Yunho wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s back, pulling the two of them closer, eliciting moans from both when their groins touched and grinded against each other. Jaejoong’s lips left Yunho’s, travelling over his cheeks, his jaw, his neck.
The older man reached Yunho’s chest, laving one nipple, as his hand came up to tease the other. Yunho groaned, arching up into Jaejoong’s touch, badly wanting more friction between their crotches. His hands roamed over Jaejoong’s back, resting on his lover’s shoulders, squeezing hard when a particularly strong vibration hit his prostate.
“Gawd, Yunho, you’re so pretty like this,” Jaejoong murmured against a hard nipple, kissing the area around it, “Lust-filled and writhing and needing my touch.” Yunho sighed, Jaejoong’s words making him even more aroused.
“Jaejoong, Jaejoong, Jaejoong,” he chanted, “Ahh, j-just fuck me already.”
Jaejoong’s lips returned to Yunho’s, swallowing all the sounds that escaped the other. Reaching down, Jaejoong pulled the vibrator out of Yunho, turning it off and tossing it to a side. Yunho whimpered softly at the loss, before three fingers were dancing at his prostate, making him want to come all over again.
Jaejoong lightly thrust his fingers in and out of Yunho’s passage, before deeming the other prepared enough. He then replaced the digits with his length, quickly breaking into a primal speed.
Yunho could not help but cry out at the sudden rushes of pleasure up his spine, as Jaejoong thrust continuously, filling him up so perfectly. He found a meagre bit of strength, pushing himself off the bed into his boyfriend’s arms, fingers digging slightly into Jaejoong’s broad back.
The new angle caused Jaejoong’s every thrust to hit Yunho’s prostate, and hard. Jaejoong’s hand wrapped around the other’s cock, stroking hard in time with his brutal thrusts. They kissed sloppily, with abandon, lust taking over as they reached completion.
Breathing hard, Jaejoong set his lover back down onto the soft mattress, kissing him one last time before pulling out. Yunho shut his eyes tightly, trying to regain his breath from the amazing orgasm.
“Thank you,” the older man whispered into Yunho’s ear, pressing his lips to the other’s temple. Yunho nodded slightly in acknowledgment, deciding that they should do this again some time soon. Jaejoong’s fantasies were something that he wanted to live, and relive, over and over and over again.
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“Whoa, that was so fucking hot,” Yoochun muttered, chest heaving as he caught his breath. He pressed the button on top of his camera, stopping the recording of the awesome video. “Jaejoong-hyung is so going to pay if he wants this.”
“Yoochun-ah,” a voice called from behind him, leading the singer to spin around. Junsu was standing just a few feet away, in all his naked glory, sweaty from their previous rendezvous.
“Hmm?”
“You want to live one of my fantasies too?”
Author: mocharemel
Ratings: NC17
Genre: Smut
Length: Oneshot (1934 words)
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Warnings: Kink. (:
A/N: This is reposted from dongbangkinki , cause I wanted to keep track of my smut fics. (: Hehe. The reason why I created another comm for my smut is cause... I want to keep everything separate, I'm at that age where I still dont think I can write all this and not get embarrassed about it. Ohwell. Some things you write should be kept separate from everything else. I mean, that's how I feel luh.
So yeah, here it is, again. (: And this is a continuation of Camera Phones + Fanboys + YunJae! (:
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“So…” Yunho started as the door shut behind Jaejoong, a soft ‘click’ resounding through the now-silent room. He faced the older man, tenting very much visible through the tight silk material of his boxers. Jaejoong licked his lips, not really knowing why. “Boxers or G-strings?”
“Isn’t that obvious, Yunho,” Jaejoong answered, eyes turning a dark chocolate. Yunho was so sexy like this, offering himself up to fulfil his boyfriend’s kinky fantasies. The boxers were quickly lost, a pair of red G-strings coming into sight.
The G-strings had been bought in Bangkok, during one of Jaejoong’s shopping whims. It was pretty, bright red, and very tight-fitting. Yunho stepped into them, slowly pulling the silky strings over his legs, not wanting to tear it.
“Turn around,” Jaejoong ordered, passively demanding. Yunho did as he said, carefully shifting his body so he was facing the wall behind their bed instead. The older man smirked. He would have his way tonight.
Yunho could hear Jaejoong rummaging around their chest-of-drawers, pulling out certain things. The G-strings were almost all the way up already, tight material restricting movement of his thighs. All of a sudden, Jaejoong was right behind him, smooth material of his briefs rubbing against his buttocks. His hands crept to Yunho’s front, playing with the hard nubs.
Gasping, Yunho leaned into Jaejoong, only to find the other taking a slight step back. Before he knew anything else, there was a warm, wet weight pressing against his entrance, one of Jaejoong’s hands pulling a butt cheek aside. Yunho moaned as it slid into him, the bulbous tip of the toy brushing his prostate.
“Be good, Yunho,” Jaejoong whispered against the shell of his ear, “Listen to me tonight. Don’t touch yourself until I say so.”
Yunho whimpered, a flush spreading across his cheeks. He’d never felt so out-of-control before, so helpless, so vulnerable. And it turned him on, his length twitching. Jaejoong smirked, pulling the G-strings up in a flash, snapping the top band onto the younger man’s hips.
Writhing, Yunho found that the vibrator lodged inside his passage had been forced even further in by the tight band of the G-strings, rubbing his prostate mercilessly. His cock was now painfully hard, G-strings holding it tightly against his body, not allowing him any room to release. Jaejoong lightly stroked Yunho’s length through the underwear, causing the younger man to moan and writhe against his chest.
Jaejoong stepped away, reaching for the digital camera set on the top of the chest-of-drawers. He took a shot of Yunho’s backside, the toy and red G-strings highly prominent in the photograph. Grinning, Jaejoong switched his angle, before snapping another picture.
Circling around Yunho to his front, Jaejoong crouched over, aiming the camera lens at his crotch. Another photograph was taken, the bright flash causing Yunho to twitch a little. “You like this, don’t you, Yunho?” Jaejoong smirked, running a finger over the large length, “You like me taking photos of you in this state of undress, don’t you?”
Jaejoong moved nearer, gently mouthing Yunho’s cock. The front of the G-strings was already stained with his pre-cum, only to be further wet by Jaejoong’s adventurous tongue. “You like having a vibrator up your ass, don’t you?” he breathed, a hand reaching behind Yunho to twist the toy. Yunho groaned, mixed sensations spiralling up his body.
Standing up, Jaejoong caught a full-body picture of Yunho, all the tight muscles, the bulging tent of red silk, the body that he deemed so very beautiful. His lover was so perfect like this, so defenceless, toy shoved into his entrance. Jaejoong crossed the room, turning a chair such that it faced Yunho, settling himself in it.
“Turn around, and come closer,” he commanded, smiling when Yunho obeyed. His gait was unsteady, the tip of the vibrator assaulting his prostate with every step. Worse, the silky material of the underwear provided only meagre amount of friction, and its snugness only served to restrict his release even more.
Jaejoong held the camera in front of him, lens pointed at Yunho. His index finger spun the knob on its top, switching the mode from stills to video. His other hand held his cell phone, thumb moving quickly across the screen. Yunho stood, not expecting what would come next.
Music filled the room, a heavy beat resounding as Jaejoong set the phone onto the short table beside him. Yunho momentarily wondered what Jaejoong intended to do.
“Dance,” was all that he was told. Yunho squawked, sending a look of disbelief to Jaejoong. “But…” he protested, turning his body slightly to remind the older man that there was still a vibrator in his ass.
“I know,” Jaejoong said, two hands now steadying the camera, “But where’s the fun if I take it out?”
Yunho’s jaw dropped. Jaejoong wanted him to dance like this?! Wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy G-strings… And a toy in his passage?!
“Come on, Yunho,” Jaejoong cajoled, his tone softer then what it had been a few minutes before, “I’ve been fantasizing about this for so long, ever since the first time we danced Mirotic. You’re sexy like that; I want to capture it.”
The younger man took in a deep breath. He had promised to fulfil Jaejoong’s desires that night, and there was no turning back now. “Okay,” he agreed, shutting his eyes to clear his mind. Jaejoong grinned as Yunho started dancing, slowly at first, trying to get used to the feeling of moving around in such a predicament.
Soon, Yunho was bopping to the heavy beat of the song, arms and legs moving swiftly. The vibrator rubbed at his prostate with every other movement, certain positions causing him to groan as it was pushed even further into his ass. Jaejoong was nodding his head to the song as well, the camera held steady in his hands as he filmed Yunho dancing.
Yunho spun around in a move, back facing Jaejoong. He then shook his buttocks rather vigorously, obviously giving Jaejoong a show. The older singer almost came at this sight, his hands starting to tremble. All of a sudden, the digital appliance became too heavy to hold onto, his need to orgasm climbing.
Jaejoong set the camera down on the side table beside him, its lens still pointed at the dancing Yunho. Reaching a little further, his fingers clasped around another object, the other hand sneaking its way into his boxers. Jaejoong let out a moan as he stroked himself, trying to gain release.
As the hand on his cock moved at a faster speed, Jaejoong flicked a button on the small object, causing a whirring to fill the room. Yunho yelped, realising that the toy in him had come alive. He stopped dancing immediately, legs slowly losing strength as vibrations caressed his prostate over and over again.
“Jae… Jaejoong-ah,” he gasped, eyes trained towards the hand stuck in his boyfriend’s boxers. The sensations were driving him into pleasure overload, and now he was made to watch Jaejoong bring himself to a climax, no matter whether Jae had intended it or not. Yunho struggled to keep his arms by his side and remain standing; he wanted, needed to come. But Jaejoong hadn’t told him he could touch himself, so he just stood there, overwhelmed.
Jaejoong’s eyes were tightly shut, his ears tuning out all other sounds except his own harsh breathing and pants. The whole scene of Yunho shaking his butt, with a vibrator shoved in, kept replaying in his mind, turning him on even more than what he already was - if that was even possible. Before long, he came, mouth open in a silent gasp as the come covered his hand and boxers.
Recovering from his orgasm, Jaejoong opened his eyes. It was only then that he realised he had totally forgotten about Yunho, and had switched on the vibrations without himself even knowing it. Yunho was still standing there, in front of their bed, though a faint shaking had taken over his body. The skimpy piece of underwear was already drenched, in Yunho’s pre-come and Jaejoong’s saliva from before.
Jaejoong remembered the order that he had given Yunho, and smirked to himself. His boyfriend had not forgotten about it, choosing to obey him instead of pleasuring himself. Getting up, Jaejoong let his pair of boxers fall to the carpet, he crossing the room to Yunho.
“Good boy,” he whispered into Yunho’s ear as he gently tugged the G-strings off Yunho’s legs, releasing the angry red length trapped inside. Jaejoong tilted his head up, engaging Yunho in a deep kiss, passionate and loving. Yunho sighed and moaned into it, thankful for the relief.
They fell onto the bed, Jaejoong on top of Yunho, lips still locked in an erotic tango. Yunho wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s back, pulling the two of them closer, eliciting moans from both when their groins touched and grinded against each other. Jaejoong’s lips left Yunho’s, travelling over his cheeks, his jaw, his neck.
The older man reached Yunho’s chest, laving one nipple, as his hand came up to tease the other. Yunho groaned, arching up into Jaejoong’s touch, badly wanting more friction between their crotches. His hands roamed over Jaejoong’s back, resting on his lover’s shoulders, squeezing hard when a particularly strong vibration hit his prostate.
“Gawd, Yunho, you’re so pretty like this,” Jaejoong murmured against a hard nipple, kissing the area around it, “Lust-filled and writhing and needing my touch.” Yunho sighed, Jaejoong’s words making him even more aroused.
“Jaejoong, Jaejoong, Jaejoong,” he chanted, “Ahh, j-just fuck me already.”
Jaejoong’s lips returned to Yunho’s, swallowing all the sounds that escaped the other. Reaching down, Jaejoong pulled the vibrator out of Yunho, turning it off and tossing it to a side. Yunho whimpered softly at the loss, before three fingers were dancing at his prostate, making him want to come all over again.
Jaejoong lightly thrust his fingers in and out of Yunho’s passage, before deeming the other prepared enough. He then replaced the digits with his length, quickly breaking into a primal speed.
Yunho could not help but cry out at the sudden rushes of pleasure up his spine, as Jaejoong thrust continuously, filling him up so perfectly. He found a meagre bit of strength, pushing himself off the bed into his boyfriend’s arms, fingers digging slightly into Jaejoong’s broad back.
The new angle caused Jaejoong’s every thrust to hit Yunho’s prostate, and hard. Jaejoong’s hand wrapped around the other’s cock, stroking hard in time with his brutal thrusts. They kissed sloppily, with abandon, lust taking over as they reached completion.
Breathing hard, Jaejoong set his lover back down onto the soft mattress, kissing him one last time before pulling out. Yunho shut his eyes tightly, trying to regain his breath from the amazing orgasm.
“Thank you,” the older man whispered into Yunho’s ear, pressing his lips to the other’s temple. Yunho nodded slightly in acknowledgment, deciding that they should do this again some time soon. Jaejoong’s fantasies were something that he wanted to live, and relive, over and over and over again.
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“Whoa, that was so fucking hot,” Yoochun muttered, chest heaving as he caught his breath. He pressed the button on top of his camera, stopping the recording of the awesome video. “Jaejoong-hyung is so going to pay if he wants this.”
“Yoochun-ah,” a voice called from behind him, leading the singer to spin around. Junsu was standing just a few feet away, in all his naked glory, sweaty from their previous rendezvous.
“Hmm?”
“You want to live one of my fantasies too?”