Reyfem: The Perfect Toy
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Title: Meeting the Perfect Toy
Pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, implied Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17, but considering my other works, it is pretty tame.
Warnings: AU, dark and mean Yunho, slimy and greasy Yoochun and underage Jaejoong. If this is not your cup of tea, then please don’t read.
Summary: Yoochun brings Yunho a new toy.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE, and this is a fictional work, which means this does not reflects the reality.
A/N 1: This story is based on a prompt by anthem4cruelty. It is short, because I haven’t write for a long time and I need to ease my bunny into writing something that is not related to work. For those of you waiting for an update on ACE or ITN, it is coming, but writing stories with plot is actually exhausting and takes several hours, maybe days to be able to satisfy my perverted bunny XDDDD
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Jung Yunho looks up from the thick report he has been studying when his phone rang. His lips are curled into a frown at the disturbance, and seeing his secretary’s name blinking on the blue LCD screen only serves to irritate him further.
He remembers telling her the moment he stepped off the elevator on the 14th floor where his office is located that he is not to be disturbed for the whole day, even when it is his father calls from United States demanding to talk to him. Eun Yae has shown time and time again that she is a competent assistant to his dark and erratic moods, as she never fails to follow his order to the very letter; he wonders briefly if her pregnancy has caused her to be less strict with her conduct.
“Yes?” He says curtly, his annoyance apparent from his clipped, rough tone.
“I am very sorry to disturb you, Mr. Jung, but Mr. Park is here and he insists on meeting you.” Her voice shakes with obvious unease, she must have tried her best to tell his guest that he does not want to see anyone, but Yunho has been friends with Yoochun since they were lads, and he knows just how persuasive the man could be.
Besides, for his best friend to travel all the way downtown at the worst traffic of the day could only mean one thing, he has a new toy to show Yunho.
“Show him in, thank you Eun Yae.”
Yunho neatly stacks all the report on his desk and returns them to his inbox tray for later study. There is absolutely no way he could continue his work for the day if Yoochun did come to visit for reasons he suspects, in fact, he suspects he won’t even last the whole day at the office.
The door is knocked three times and then Eun Yae opens the door, gesturing his guest to enter the room.
His best friend grins broadly at him and Yunho lets a small smile decorates his face at the sight of Yoochun in his white suit and green shirt, his arms stretched wide open in obvious invitation.
He steps around his desk and accepts the hug, enveloping the shorter man in his larger frame.
“So what brings you here? You usually avoid the Business District during lunch time.” He asks Yoochun when they break apart.
“Well, I have someone to introduce to you.” Yoochun steps to the side and Yunho finally realize that his best friend didn’t come alone. “Yunho, meet Jaejoong.”
Yunho watches as Jaejoong bows politely, bending his body from the waist in greeting. He let his gaze roam up and down the third occupant of the room; he feels his arousal stirring in his pants at the sight of the young boy.
The boy keeps his eyes on the floor and he bows his head so Yunho isn’t able to get a good look of his face, but the mop of black hair and the lithe body covered in a school uniform is enough for Yunho to know that Jaejoong is definitely worth dropping every single item on his checklist, not just for the day, or the week, but for the whole month.
Jaejoong shifts from one foot to the other, obviously nervous and intimidated by him.
“Precious isn’t he? He’s only fifteen years old.” Yoochun says, wrapping one arm around Jaejoong’s wide yet bony shoulder and Yunho doesn’t miss the way the raven-haired beauty tensed at the touch, “Jaejoong is originally from Jeju Island, his parents are so very poor so they decide to send Jaejoong to work in the big city, didn’t they Jaejoong?”
The boy raises his head at the obvious question and Yunho wonders if Yoochun could skip the introduction and let him play with Jaejoong already.
The boy is still too awkward to be considered graceful; his face too long and narrow to be considered feminine, but his wide doe eyes and high cheekbones and rounded nose is enough to make him fall under the ‘beautiful’ category, not to mention a pair of soft lips that makes Yunho shivers with anticipation to feel them wrapped around his cock.
“He doesn’t speak a word of Korean, but he understands his commands very well.”
Jaejoong cries out in pain and surprise when Yoochun’s hand suddenly grips his black hair. His hands fly to Yoochun’s arm, probably trying to ease the pressure, but the older man twists harder and use the hold to bring Jaejoong closer to the floor. He bents his legs dutifully, probably has done it several time in the past under Yoochun’s careful ministration, until he ends up in a kneeling position in front of Yunho.
Yoochun tugs backward and Jaejoong lets out another cry as his head snaps up, his throat stretches out almost painfully.
“How long have you had him?” Yunho asks, bending down so his face is just centimeters away from Jaejoong’s face and he could see the way the boy’s dark orbs are dilated in pain and fear, the sight arouses him to no end.
“Three days.” Yoochun answers, “And he has been such a joy to play with.” Yunho watches his best friend nuzzles the side of Jaejoong’s face and relishes in the shiver that rakes the boy’s body.
“Too bad, I would love to be the one to break him.” Yunho comments airily, his tone cold and chilly and even when Jaejoong doesn’t understand him, his eyes flutters shut and he whimpers desperately as he knows what the tone implies for his fate.
“Actually he’s still a virgin.” Yoochun says, grinning when Yunho looks at him disbelievingly. “Didn’t I tell you? Jaejoong here has a brother that comes with him to the big city. Junsu is even younger than he is and much more exciting to break.”
The name makes Jaejoong stiffen considerably, his lips parts like he is trying to say something but Yunho shoves his fingers in the cavity instead, cutting off any word and effectively making Jaejoong gag.
“You do not speak unless spoken to, Jaejoong, not a word.” He says dangerously, eyes narrows as he stares Jaejoong down. It is obvious the boy doesn’t know what is expected of him, but when Yunho pulls out, he is silent, obviously learning quickly through physical gestures and actions.
Yoochun smirks, “I have my hands full with Junsu, considering he is younger, he needs extra attention.” Yunho answers in kind as Jaejoong closes his eyes in anguish, apparently the boy’s weak spot is his brother and he knows that his brother will not experience a kinder fate under Yoochun’s care, “I am wondering if you mind taking Jaejoong off my hands. I know he won’t disappoint you, he is just so precious when he screams.”
Yunho hums thoughtfully, “Well, before I agree, I need to see what I am getting, don’t I?”
Yoochun chuckles, “Of course.” Jaejoong doesn’t even try to resist when Yoochun pulls on his hair, making him straighten out his body. “Feel free to explore.”
Jaejoong’s breath hitches and his hands curl into tight fists when Yunho’s hands grips his white uniform shirt and yanks hard so that the fabric rips in the middle. He squeezes his eyes shut and Yunho waits until he opens them before pulling wider, exposing his smooth pale chest.
He lets out another whimper when Yunho explores his skin with his hands, and when Jaejoong starts to get used to his stroking, he catches one nipple with his fingers and squeezed.
Jaejoong cries out, his body arching as Yunho pulls the nub away from his chest. He whimpers pathetically when Yunho squeezed tighter, not even able to protest when Yunho has already given him a warning, even when it was spoken in a language he doesn’t understand.
The boy is an exquisite gem in a sea of plain rocks, there is no doubt about it. Jaejoong isn’t the first boy that Yunho has played with, he isn’t even the first foreigner that Yoochun manages to bring across the border with the influence that the Park family has within the government, but he is the first one in a while that makes Yunho painfully tight in his pants just from seeing him biting his lower lip to prevent himself from crying out.
Not to mention he has a weak spot. Yunho is sure that Jaejoong would be willing to do anything Yunho could come up with just by communicating that unless he does as he is told, his little brother would suffer the consequences.
Yunho chuckled darkly.
Knowing Yoochun, the boy is going to suffer anyways, but seeing the internal warfare that flashes across Jaejoong’s face as he struggles to do exactly what Yunho orders would be an amusement on its own.
He releases the slightly swollen nubs and stands up, before Jaejoong even has a chance to catch his breath, he grips the boy’s head, right where Yoochun’s hand was. His best friend lets go of the grip and Yunho twisted his arm and pulled Jaejoong close to his crotch.
Yunho pulls until he could feel Jaejoong's lips pressing against the burning erection inside the fabric of his pants. He keeps him there for a while, rubbing Jaejoong's face against his cock. Yoochun stands up and moves to one of the sofas in the room, content to let Yunho play with his latest toy. The heavy breathing that comes from Jaejoong's mouth and nose is too exciting for Yunho, he really can't wait to hear the boy screams his name.
With his free hand, Yunho unbuttons his black dress pants and pull down his zipper. Jaejoong gasps in shock when Yunho takes out his hard cock from the confinement of his underwear.
Yoochun chuckles and Yunho smirks.
For an Asian, Yunho is very well endowed. Considering Yoochun might be the only perverted adult that the boy has ever deal with, Yunho's size would come as surprise, because he is thick as he is long, and the boy would be lucky if he could speak normally for a week after Yunho shoves his member down his throat.
He taps his cock against Jaejoong's cheek, making the boy flinch deliciously; his small moan of discomfort is muffled by Yunho's pants.
Getting Jaejoong's head where he wants it is easy, but getting the boy to open his mouth proves difficult as Jaejoong keeps flinching away in obvious fear. Jaejoong's hands are on his thighs, pushing away whenever Yunho pulls him closer to his cock.
Yunho loves the fact that the boy is resisting him. It makes punishing him justifiable, although with Yunho’s dark streak, he wouldn’t need an excuse to bring tears to the boy’s eyes.
When Jaejoong try to move his head away for the third time, Yunho twists his grip again and with his other hand, slaps the boy hard. Even Yoochun flinches at the sound that echoes in the room.
The boy looks at him with wide scared eyes, one of his hand fly up to the cheek that has bloomed red because of the force of Yunho's swing. Yunho slaps him again, this time; Jaejoong's head is thrown to the side, a whimper of pain follows the sound of skin meeting skin.
Yunho bents his head, projecting his anger and irritation only milimeters above Jaejoong's face, "You do that again and I swear I will make you bleed."
Jaejoong is ready to cry. Yunho could tell by the way tears gathers in his eyes and a small sob escapes his lips.
"Now be a good boy and put your pretty mouth to good use."
This time Jaejoong doesn't resist. When Yunho pulls his head close, he drops his jaw and extends his tongue, and Yunho groans in satisfaction when Jaejoong's tight, liquid heat envelops his shaft.
"The boy is so fucking tight." He whispers in amazement, letting Jaejoong take tentative licks on the head of his cock and not forcing himself down the boy's throat.
"I told you he's a virgin." Yoochun smiles, his hand on his own cock, "I think so far he only has three cocks in his mouth. You, me, and his brother's."
Yunho laughs, "You made him suck his brother's cock?"
"If he doesn't want me paddling his brother's gorgeous butt until he can't sit for a week, he better do what I tell him to do."
Yunho looks down at Jaejoong, who has his eyes screwed shut, his lips stretched around the Yunho's thick head.
The boy lacks finesse, Yunho would have to teach him all about pleasuring cocks with his mouth, but the thought of slowly and carefully molding the boy into a perfect pet for him makes him giddy with excitement.
He isn't going to last long, even when the boy sucks at sucking cock, but his tight throat wholly makes up for his lack of skill.
Gripping the boy's head with both hands, he thrusts forward, shoving his cock inside Jaejoong's mouth until the boy gags.
Yunho doesn't pull out, keeping his cock where it is until Jaejoong makes a chocking sound and he struggles for air. He waits until the boy's eyes rolls back on their sockets before pulling out.
Jaejoong inhales air like a drowning man. Big gulps of air the moment Yunho's cock slides free.
Yunho does it again, slowly fucking the boy's throat past comfort, making him gag and sputter, blocking his airway with his flaming cock and Jaejoong's own saliva.
The pressure is building slowly yet insistenty in Yunho's stomach as the tight airway contracts around his cock with every thrust of his hips. When he picks up the pace, Jaejoong chokes; his body convulsing, his hands gripping almost painfully on Yunho's arms. Yunho doesn't care. Whatever mistake Jaejoong makes could be dealt with later, right now he only thinks about getting off.
Jaejoong is crying, tears and snot running down his face, his saliva dribbling out of his mouth, a wet sound echoes in the room everytime Yunho moves his hips.
Knowing he is about to come, Yunho quickly pulls out and starts stroking his shaft with his free hand, the other keeping Jaejoong in place.
He groans when the first spray of come leaves his cock and lands on Jaejoong's face. The boy flinches in obvious disgust but there is no way he could move away with Yunho's tight grip on his hair. Yunho empties himself on Jaejoong's body, decorating his smooth pale skin with his semen.
When he is done, he pulls Jaejoong up by the hair, the boy let's out another gasp of surprise.
The boy is much shorter than he is, probably only up to his shoulder, but Yunho kept pulling until Jaejoong is standing on his toes to keep him from ripping his hair up by the root.
“From now on, I am your master; do you understand me, Jaejoong?” He says to the boy, his lips moving against the boy’s feverish skin, Yunho flicks his tongue against a bead of his own come near the boy’s eyes, “And whatever I ask you to do, you do it, if you even think of resisting, I will make sure Junsu will be the one who pays for it, and trust me, I am far more creative than Yoochun when it comes to punishments.”
Jaejoong swallows nervously, his fearful eyes brimming with tears under Yunho’s hard gaze. Slowly, as much as Yunho’s tight grip allows him too, Jaejoong nods his head, a small sound of pain escapes his lips as the gesture pulls on his hair.
“Good.” Yunho smiles, “You are such a good boy, so you deserve a fine reward.”
He let go of Jaejoong’s hair and carefully pets it so it looks presentable. He then wraps his arms around Jaejoong’s shoulder and guides him to his desk. He could tell the boy is scared of him, afraid of what it is he could do, but Yunho keeps his tone light, soft, carefully stroking the boy’s arm to calm him down.
When they arrive on his desk, Yunho makes Jaejoong sit on the edge, facing the door. He then reaches around and picks up the pen he has been using to sign all his important documents.
“Sit still.” Yunho says to Jaejoong, who immediately tenses his body when Yunho presses the sharp edge of the pen on his chest, just above his right nipple.
Jaejoong hisses in pain when Yunho sign his name on his pale milky skin, the pen digging into skin and tiny spots of red rises up to the surface of the skin.
“Now, Jaejoong,” The way the boy’s eyes widen at Yunho’s fluent Japanese is almost comical, he must have assumed Yunho doesn’t speak Japanese just because Yoochun doesn’t. “Yoochun is going to take you shopping. You can choose whatever you want, anything at all. Then we will meet again for dinner. You are to be on your best behavior. If you don’t, you know what will happen to Junsu, don’t you?”
Jaejoong pales. Yunho smirks before handing him his handkerchief to wipe the come off his face.
This is the reason why Yunho speak in Japanese, not to make the boy more comfortable, far from it. He is establishing rules in a language that Jaejoong understand, giving him no room to disobey him. Besides Jaejoong might have inkling to what they are talking about whenever they mention his brother, but driving the point home and seeing the way the boy reacts is just perfect.
He guides Jaejoong back to Yoochun and kindly asks his best friend to take Jaejoong shopping. He doesn’t even bother with giving Yoochun money or lending his charge card, with his signature on Jaejoong’s skin, the whole country knows exactly who the boy belongs to and will conduct themselves accordingly.
In the twenty eight years of his life, Yunho never felt as excited as he does to the prospect of coming home to his apartment. < br />
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A/N 2: Yes, I know that Jeju Island is in Korea, and yes, I think they speak Korean, but this is a fictional story and an Alternate Universe. If I want to make Jeju Island a part of Japan, I could very well make it a part of Japan, so please ignore the geographical inaccuracy ^_________^
Title: Breaking the Perfect Toy
Pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, implied Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17, but here comes the smutty bunny.
Warnings: AU, dark and mean Yunho, dubious con, very abused Jaejoong. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE TROUBLE WITH HARD, ROUGH SEX.
Summary: Yunho brings Jaejoong home
Disclaimer: NOT MINE, and this is a fictional work, which means this does not reflects the reality.
A/N 1: This story is based on a prompt by anthem4cruelty. Due to popular demand, and the happiness I feel because I got a lot of comments, I decided to write the second part.
PLEASE BE ADVISED THAT THIS IS NOT A FLUFFY, NICE, KIND CHAPTER. There is no loving and caring Yunho and Jaejoong will be abused. Please hit the little X on the top right of this page if you have problem with dubious con fics.
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Yunho decides that Jaejoong looks better with his new haircut.
When Yoochun called him earlier to ask for his permission to take Jaejoong to a salon for a haircut and pampering, his possessive side almost growled to his best friend over the phone, but a more reasonable side of him reminded him that the man has much more experience than he does when it comes to makeovers and presentations.
So he grudgingly gave his permission and he is glad he had reserved a private room in the restaurant for dinner because he isn’t sure he could keep his hands away from Jaejoong’s now brunette hair.
Jaejoong’s shoulder-length black hair was a good color and length for him, but the shorter cropped hair that Yoochun had chosen has managed to round his face considerably, making him look even more beautiful and more feminine, just the way Yunho likes it.
He brushes Jaejoong’s bangs away from his face and loving the silky feeling on his fingers.
He knows whatever treatment Yoochun has arranged for Jaejoong would cost him a lot of money, but seeing the boy practically glowing beside him, he decides that he doesn’t really care. Yunho deserves the best, and Jaejoong has just become perfect in his book.
Yoochun had also taken the liberty to dress up the boy like some doll, with the ruffled white shirt and dress pants, and Yunho wonders how he is supposed to concentrate on his dinner when Jaejoong looks like a pure and innocent angel with his wide doe eyes trying to take in all the luxury around him.
Yunho loves tainting pure and innocent beings more than anything else in the world.
“Did he have fun?” He asks to Yoochun, content to let Jaejoong eat the dinner he has ordered for them..
“I daresay he did.” Yoochun answers, “He definitely had a lot of fun picking up items, although he puts most of them back when he sees the price tag.” He ends with a chuckle.
“I thought I told him that price doesn’t matter.”
Yoochun grins, “He’s just not used to all this. I think he still hesitates because he thinks he would have to pay for them.”
“Oh, he will, but not with money.” They exchange smirks. “So when will you let me see this Junsu?”
Again, at the sound of his brother’s name, Jaejoong stiffen before trying to look like he isn’t hanging on to their every word.
“Soon, he’s still recovering.” Yoochun says absently.
“You fucked him already?” Yunho laughs, “You pig.”
“Hey, at least I waited two days.” Yoochun leans forward, “Don’t tell me you are not going to break him in the moment you get home tonight, your wife be damned.”
Yunho’s answer is a scoff, “She doesn’t care, I gave her and her little fuck toy enough money to last them a month. Speaking of wives, how did my little sister react to the fact you are bringing another toy home?”
“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t seen her in two weeks. She went to Europe with my sister.” Yoochun shakes his head, “Sometimes I wish they don’t make it too fucking obvious, you know? I had to pay paparazzi a lot of money because he got a shot of them eating each other’s faces at a nightclub.”
“God I love those women.”
“The only reason you can say that is because you don’t have to worry about walking in on them fucking on your bed.” Yoochun rebukes, “Trust me, it is disgusting.”
The clatter of cutlery make them turn their attention toward Jaejoong, who apparently succeeded on finishing his food and remembered to place the fork and knife the way Yunho did to signal that he was done eating.
The waiters, who have been standing patiently by the walls, move to clear the empty plates from their tables and serve them their desserts. Yunho stops them from serving it directly in front of Jaejoong, taking the small plate of chocolate cake from their hand and placing it neatly before him.
He could feel Yoochun’s smirk without even looking at the man.
Jaejoong looks up at him, confusion evident in his face. Yunho carefully cut the cake into small pieces and picks it up with his hand before offering it to Jaejoong.
The boy swallows, eyes flicking up and down from Yunho’s hard face to the piece of chocolate cake in his palm before glancing at the waiters that hung around in the room. It was a challenge to see just how ready Jaejoong is to serve him. The act itself, no matter where it is carried out, signals pure submission.
Dogs don’t bite the hand that feeds them.
Slowly, with a hitch of his breath like he is trying to hold back the tears, Jaejoong bents his head and ate the cake from Yunho’s palm. Yunho smiles as the boy’s lips and tongue brushes against his skin, his shoulders shaking with shame and grief.
“I can already tell he will be your best pet yet.” Yoochun comments as Yunho picks up another piece and Jaejoong eats it from his hand like an obedient pet, licking his lips after every bite.
Yunho smirks. “He better be.”
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Jaejoong let out a surprised gasp the moment Yunho grabs his arm and throws him to the four poster bed in his room. The boy landed on his back on the soft and thick mattress, his body bounces on the bed as he try to sink away from Yunho’s gaze.
He pulls on his tie and quickly removes his suit and unbuttons his shirt. Before Jaejoong could even move, he already has the boy pinned under his much larger frame, his naked chest pressed against Jaejoong’s own.
Yunho holds Jaejoong’s head between his palms, his fingers tangling inside the brown silk and lightly scrapes against the boy’s scalp. Jaejoong closes his head and whimpers when Yunho aligns their bodies together, forcing Jaejoong to spread his thighs so he could settle between his legs.
“You know what I am about to do to you, aren’t you?” Yunho says in Japanese before biting lightly on Jaejoong’s chin, drawing a pained sob. “I am about to fuck you hard and fast and I don’t care if you bleed.”
“Please.” Jaejoong whispers in his native tongue, scared and desperate, “Please let us go.”
“No.” Yunho answers curtly, “And this will be the last time you say anything in Japanese. If I hear another word, I will punish you, do you understand Jaejoong?”
“Yes.”
Yunho slaps him, hard. His eyes widen in surprise and they shine with unshed tears.
“Yes, Yunho-sama.” Another slap, harder.
Jaejoong sobs in pain.
“Yes, Yunho-sshi.”
Yunho lifts his hand, Jaejoong cringes, waiting for another strike, but instead of hitting the boy, he caresses his reddening cheek instead.
“Good boy.” He whispers soothingly. “There is only one rule you need to remember in this house. If you do what I tell you, you will be rewarded. If you don’t, you will be punished, simple right?”
Jaejoong answers with another whimper, to afraid to say something that could earn him another punishment. Yunho smiles and slowly bring their lips together.
The boy’s lips are as soft as Yunho remembers them to be wrapped tightly around his cock. Jaejoong moans into his mouth and Yunho deepens the kiss,
It isn’t a soft, tender kiss, Yunho far too aroused to even ease the boy into it. He did what he does best, seizing control. He covers the boy’s’ lips with his own, nibbling and biting and sucking them into his mouth. Jaejoong makes small desperate noises; his whole body as tight as a drawn bowstring and his hands gripping tight on the bed sheets because he doesn’t know what else to do with them.
“Strip and lay on the pillows.” Yunho orders coldly, stepping back so he could finish undressing himself.
It is amusing to see Jaejoong struggling to do as he was told, his fingers slipping on the white buttons of his shirt because he is too nervous and scared. Yunho growls low in his throat just to see those eyes widen in panic and Jaejoong practically pulling his clothes off before doing as he is told, lying on his back with his upper body propped up on the pillows.
“On your hands and knees, Jaejoong.”
The boy struggles to do as he is told, keeping his balance on the bed. His head hangs low between his shoulder blades, his breathing hard and labored with the occasional sob that escapes his lips.
Yunho founds himself hardening from the smooth expanse of white skin exposed to his hungry eyes. He strokes his cock in one hand, the other stroking Jaejoong’s hair, to his wide shoulder, down his spine to the twin globes of flesh of his butt.
Jaejoong’s sharp intake of breath when Yunho dips his fingers between the two cheeks echoes in the room. Yunho smiles and with a hard swing, brings his palm down his ass.
The boy cries out in pain, he collapses to his elbows, hiding his face in the pillow.
“Up Jaejoong, don’t make me punish you.”
Jaejoong scrambles to return to his original position; Yunho could see the tear falling down his cheeks, it must be very hard for the boy to accept his current condition, but Yunho doesn’t have time to play nice. There is a specific reason why Jaejoong is in the city, simply because his parents could no longer support him, the boy isn’t the only boy to end up spreading his legs and offering his ass to survive, at least Yunho isn’t some heartless son of a bitch who makes the boy take drugs and paddle his body on the streets of Seoul. Does this make him a better person? Hell no, but with him, Jaejoong would at least has a roof over his head and warm bed to sleep in.
“You need to understand that you are here to serve me, Jaejoong.” Yunho says gently, even when he swings his arm and land another hard smack on Jaejoong’s bottom, making the boy choke on his tears. “This is not me punishing you; this is me taking pleasure in your body.”
He climbs on the bed, positioning himself behind Jaejoong, stroking and brushing his fingers on his skin, delighting in every whimper he drags out of Jaejoong’s mouth when his nails scrapes against the reddening skin on his ass.
Without warning, Yunho shoves two fingers inside Jaejoong’s tight body. The boy screams in pain and struggles to get away, but Yunho grips his narrow waist with his hand, keeping him in place.
“Don’t move, Jaejoong.”
He twists his fingers and smirks as Jaejoong cry out again, Yoochun was right, he sounds enthralling when he screams in pain.
“No, please don’t.” Jaejoong whimpered in Japanese, tears running down his face, “Please let me go.”
Yunho decides that he has a better way to stop Jaejoong from struggling than punishing him for speaking in Japanese, “How about Junsu?”
The boy freezes.
“You know that Yoochun would never let him go, he enjoys him too much.” Yunho smirks, “At least this way, you can keep in touch with him. If you really want to go, then I won’t stop you, but you will never be able to see your brother ever again.”
Jaejoong bites his lips, “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I can, as simple as that.” Yunho pulls out his fingers, “Last chance Jaejoong, do you want to stay, or do you want to go? You cannot change your answer.”
“Stay.” The boy’s answer is weak, whispered to the pillow without any conviction.
“What is that?”
“I am staying, so please; don’t keep me away from my brother.”
Yunho almost laugh at the conviction in Jaejoong’s voice. Soon, he would make Jaejoong forget about anything else, making the boy live to fulfill his every whim.
He preps the boy quickly, ignoring the pained sounds and the speck of blood on his fingers when he pulls them out, and when he finally slam his cock inside Jaejoong’s body, the boy screams loud enough to wake the dead.
Yunho fucks him hard, fast, the pace brutal and without mercy. Jaejoong could no longer keep his body straight, burying his head in the pillow as his fingers claws on the wooden headboard of the bed, pulling his body away from Yunho’s grip every time he pulls out of the hot channel.
He grabs the boy’s hair, eliciting a sharp cry on top of the pained whimpers, and with that, he fucks him deeper, longer, until his orgasm crash unto him like a wave and he empties his load inside the boy’s body.
There is blood on his cock, blood mixed with his semen dribbles down Jaejoong’s thigh, the boy falls down on his face when Yunho release his hair, crying into the bed.
Yunho wipes himself clean on the sheets before pulling the comforter over their naked bodies. He settles his body behind Jaejoong, wrapping the boy in his arms. Jaejoong is very tense, and Yunho knows there is no chance the boy could sleep with the pain.
“Tomorrow, we’ll get my name inked permanently on your skin, and that way, you will have no option but to stay. Even if you leave, I will find you.” He says in Korean, Jaejoong’s answer is a sharp intake of breath, “Good night, Jaejoong.”
Yunho lets the soft sobs and whimpers of pain lull him to sleep.
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A/N 2: The sex scene is not as elaborate as I usually write them, but once again, bunny is easing very slowly into writing again, so let me know what you think!!!
Title: Owning the Perfect Toy
Pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, implied Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17, but here comes the smutty bunny.
Warnings: AU, dark and mean Yunho, underage Jaejoong. You have been warned.
Summary: Yunho will soon mold Jaejoong into the perfect toy
Disclaimer: NOT MINE, and this is a fictional work, which means this does not reflects the reality.
A/N 1: This story is based on a prompt by anthem4cruelty . Third Installment of ‘Perfect Toy’, WHY DO I DO THESE THINGS TO MYSELF???
If anyone is waiting for Yunho and Yoochun to turn nice and lovey dovey, this is not that kind of story, sorry, they’re assholes, and they are bastards, so expect some hardcore smut because I am in the mood to see Jaejoong gets tortured.
Erm… that isn’t me. It is bunny, I swear!
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Day 1
Yunho leaves Jaejoong under the care of his personal physician, who is also his live-in assistant Changmin. The man is considerably young for his occupation, barely twenty-four, but he is the smartest man Yunho knows. If he is to trust anyone (aside from Yoochun) with the boy, it would be Changmin. Besides, the young man would know how to teach Jaejoong how to converse in Korean.
He arrives at work without any motivation to actually work.
If he is to choose how to spend his day, he would rather be at home with Jaejoong, burying himself in the boy’s tight abused hole because one time is definitely not enough. The memory of last night’s intercourse makes him harden in his pants almost instantly. He toys the idea to return home immediately, because the tightness around his cock is maddening, Jaejoong’s sobs and whimpers only made him harder than he ever thought possible, and the boy’s body is begging to be ravished by his hands, teeth and tongue.
But he also knows that Jaejoong needs at least three days to recuperate from having his virginity taken so forcefully. He knows the boy is a virgin, he trusts Yoochun when his best friend said that he never breach Jaejoong’s inner sanctum with his cock, one might think he could have treated Jaejoong with less violence and more tenderness considering it is his first time, but Yunho isn’t the boy’s lover, he is Jaejoong’s owner, the boy would just have to get used to his behavior.
He tells Eun Yae that he is not to be disturbed, and this time, there is no Yoochun to come and force his way in his office with a beautiful boy trailing behind him.
Yunho times it very carefully so that he arrives home after dinner. Changmin is waiting for him in his study, updating him on Jaejoong’s condition and the boy’s activity. He smiles gently at the young man, who rolls his eyes before retiring to the bungalow Yunho has built especially for him.
Jaejoong stiffens the moment Yunho walks into his room. He is reading a book; the same book Yunho buys for Changmin when he teaches the young man how to speak Korean. He ignores the boy, going straight to the bathroom to shower.
It brings a wide smile into Yunho’s face when Jaejoong looks like he is ready to bolt the moment Yunho climbs into the bed naked. When Yunho wraps a hand around his waist, Jaejoong shakes before curling his body into a tight ball.
Yunho pulls the boy tight against his body, giving him a soft kiss on top of his brown hair. “Good night, Jaejoong.”
The boy is silent for a few moments, before he answers in a small unsure voice, “Good night, Yunho-nim.”
Yunho sleeps with a grin on his face at the broken Korean.
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Day 5
Yunho has repeated the same routine for almost a week.
Waking up before Jaejoong, leaving for work, checking up to see if the boy is eating properly, and then return home just after dinner, going straight to shower after greeting Jaejoong and then going to sleep with his arm around the boy’s body, back to chest.
At the end of the fourth day, Jaejoong is no longer a tight ball in his arms, but relaxed and at peace, his unconscious brain forgetting the pain and falling into a false sense of normalcy.
Yunho decides that it is time to proceed with the second part of the boy’s training.
That night, when Jaejoong relaxes in his hold, Yunho shifts his hand and traces the boy’s smooth, silky skin with his large palms.
Jaejoong tenses up almost instantly, his body remembering just how much pain his body endured his first night. Yunho smiles and makes small shushing sounds, using his other hand to brushing Jaejoong’s soft hair away from his face.
“Just relax, Jaejoong.” Yunho speaks in Korean, “I am not going to hurt you.”
He kisses the boy’s cheek, his hand making lazy circles on Jaejoong’s stomach. He props his head with his other arm, watching Jaejoong’s eyes flutter close as his body starts to take delight in the soft caress and gentle petting, his impossibly long eyelashes dances with every movement like the fragile wings of a butterfly. He nuzzles the boy’s neck, peppering his skin with light kisses.
The palm that has been caressing Jaejoong’s abdomen slowly makes its way up to the boy’s chest. A gasp echoes in the empty room when Yunho finds a hardened nipple, then a moan follows when he rolls the nub between his thumb and his index. Jaejoong’s hand finds his arm, but the boy does nothing to push him away, simply keeping a loose hold on his wrist.
Yunho squeezes and Jaejoong bucks as a small sound of surprise and pleasure escaping his plump lips.
He grins, the boy is fifteen, and his body reacts exactly the way Yunho always imagines it.
Soon, Jaejoong’s breathing turns labored as Yunho pulls and tugs on both nipples, giving them equal attention. He keeps his head buried in the junction where Jaejoong’s shoulder meets his neck, kissing and sucking the tender flesh. The boy’s skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat and Yunho relishes in the saltiness he feels on his tongue.
When he is sure that the boy is lost inside the pleasure that his touch brings, Yunho slides his hand into the boy’s crotch, taking his hardening erection into his large palm and at the same time presses his own hard cock against the dip between in Jaejoong’s round ass.
Jaejoong tenses again, his body and mind still translating the gesture as a prelude for pain, but then Yunho strokes his erection and looks down to see the boy biting on his lower lip just to keep himself from moaning under the clever ministration of Yunho’s long fingers.
Yunho keeps a slow and steady pace, spreading the boy’s precum around his shaft and tugging on the swollen flesh while slowly pumping his hips against the boy’s naked body. It is a poor alternative to fucking the boy hard and fast, but it is an important part of the training that he could not miss. Jaejoong needs to know the pleasure that he could attain in Yunho’s care, he needs to realize that his master could bring him more than enough bliss as he could bring him pain.
“Do you like that, Jaejoong?” Yunho whispers in Korean, knowing that the boy might not understand him, but the proximity and the tone in which he speaks makes Jaejoong shiver in his hold and he figures he doesn’t need the boy to really know what he says, only what it implies. “You like it when I touch you like this?”
Jaejoong breaks out with a groan, shifting his face so he can bury it in the pillow, Yunho chuckles.
“You want to come?” He asks, licking Jaejoong’s bottom lip, the boy could only whimper weakly. “Since you’ve been such a good boy, I’ll let you come.”
Yunho speeds up his movement, twisting his hand as he works to get Jaejoong off. The boy starts whining low in his throat, his body unconsciously moving in rhythm. He whispers encouragements in Jaejoong’s ears, calling his name, telling him everything that he wants to do to his lithe, tight body. He feels the boy tensing in his arms, not from fear, not from pain, but from the coming release.
When he feels Jaejoong tightening like a bow, his body twitching noticeably, Yunho bites down on the boy’s shoulder just as the boy shouted his release, shooting his essence into the waiting hand. He kisses Jaejoong through his aftershocks, making small comforting sounds as the boy, obviously confused and ashamed by his own reaction, quietly sobs into his pillow.
Yunho waits until Jaejoong falls asleep before going to the bathroom and strokes himself into completion with the memory of Jaejoong’s plum, swollen lips.
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Day 14
Yunho finds it quite enjoyable to actually hold a conversation with Jaejoong, no matter how simple and broken down his Korean is. He finds it amusing; the way the boy’s brows are scrunched together in concentration as he struggles to find the right words to communicate. With Yunho’s ‘no Japanese’ rule, Jaejoong has no option but to stumble over the new language.
He makes a slight change to his schedule, instead of arriving home after dinner; he makes it a point to eat at home. He joins Changmin and Jaejoong in the dining room, listening as Jaejoong excitedly shares the plot in the book Yunho has purchased for him.
That night, when Yunho maneuvers them in bed so the boy is lying on top of him, Jaejoong already know what to do and what to expect from Yunho. He hasn’t breached the boy since the first night, focusing all his efforts to teach the boy how to kiss and how to pleasure him with the rest of his anatomy.
He kisses Jaejoong slowly, using his tongue to explore the hot cavern he has wrapped around his cock for the past few nights. The boy is still awkward with his movement, uncomfortable with his actions, but his posture is relaxed, his body settling snugly against Yunho’s. He rests one hand on the small of Jaejoong’s back, the other caressing his face, massaging his neck lightly.
Then smoothly, he flips them around, burying the smaller boy under his large frame.
He pulls away from the kiss, propping his body up with his arms, watching Jaejoong’s face intently, taking in the wide eyes, the flustered cheeks and the swollen lips. He smiles, tracing the boy’s bottom lip with his index finger and then slowly, slides it inside.
Jaejoong starts sucking his finger without having to be told what to do, having done it for enough time to know what is expected of him. He takes Yunho’s digit deep within his mouth, the whole length disappearing past his lips. Yunho hums, loving the velvety feel of the boy’s tongue and the liquid fire around his finger. It feels almost as good as the time he has them around his cock the night before.
He pulls out the finger and adds another one, Jaejoong moaning around the long digits as he moves them inside the boy’s mouth, pressing on his tongue and move deeper down the boy’s throat. Yunho pulls his fingers out when he feels satisfied with the amount of saliva lubricating them.
Yunho nudges Jaejoong legs apart with his knee, before fiddling with the loose fabric that is wrapped around one thin waist, the only cloth that the other is allowed to wear within his chamber. He quickly slides his hand into the exposed region, accessing the boy’s intimate parts.
Jaejoong gasps when he presses two fingers against his hole, his eyes wide and almost pleading, his lips shaking as the memory of the pain wars with the intense release he experienced when Yunho fingers him until he comes.
Yunho chuckles at the boy’s expression and wraps his other hand around his cock and at the same time pushes his fingers past the tight ring of muscle. Jaejoong’s back arches from the bed, a moan that suspiciously sounds like his name fills the space around them.
“What’s that Jaejoong? You want more?” He said teasingly, twisting his fingers inside the hot tight channel until the boy bucks and moans underneath him.
Jaejoong’s chest is heaving with every breath that he takes, his fingers gripping tightly on the edges of the pillows underneath his head, knuckles white as he trash with every stroke of Yunho’s hand on his cock and with every time his fingers press against the bundle of nerves within his anus.
“Please,” Yunho smirks, “Please, Yunho-nim.”
“Please what, Jaejoong? Say it.”
Jaejoong blushes like a boiled lobster; his whole face turns red in his embarrassment. He squeezes his eyes shut to avoid Yunho’s sharp gaze, his pink tongue swiping against his lips.
“Please use my body for your pleasure, Yunho-nim.”
Turns out the private lessons with Changmin are worth every extra won that goes to the young man’s bank account. Not only does Jaejoong knows how to beg in Korean, he knows exactly how to beg the way Yunho wants him to, using the right words with the right edge of desperation.
“I think I will.”
It is quite a feat, keeping his fingers buried inside Jaejoong while scrambling for the bottle of scented lube he always keeps inside the drawer of his night table, but when he pours the cold gel to his fingers and slide three of them inside the tight grip of Jaejoong’s channel, he decides that the awkward twist of his limbs is worth it.
Jaejoong is quite a sight. His whole body flushed pink as he struggles with his self control, his head is thrown back deep into the comfort of the pillow when Yunho stretched his hole with his fingers. He looks every bit of the debauched boy that Yunho wants him to be, that Yunho is slowly training him to become, lost in the pleasure of his body that he forgets to think just how much he despises his current condition.
“Today, I am going to fuck you.” Yunho says, grabbing Jaejoong’s hand and guides it to his aching cock. The boy’s eyes fly open, “You remember this, don’t you?” Jaejoong swallows, Yunho follows the movement of his throat with his mouth, “I will fuck you. You can fight me and get hurt, or do as I say and be pleasured, your choice.”
He kisses Jaejoong again, his tongue exploring the warm cavern that is the boy’s mouth, and slowly but surely, he slides inside Jaejoong’s body.
The boy whimpers with every inch that enters his body, his whole frame shakes with an effort not to react according to his instinct and fight the intrusion. Yunho held his head between his hands, pressing soft kisses to his face. When he is fully sheathed inside Jaejoong’s hole, he isn’t the only one moaning.
“You like this.” Yunho says calmly, one hand returning to Jaejoong’s crotch, finding the hardness there, “You like my cock inside you, don’t you? You are such a good boy, a perfect toy for me.”
Yunho pulls out slowly, and then moves back in with the same leisure pace, he could feel Jaejoong’s ring of muscle contracting around him, squeezing him as he leaves and enters his body. It is the best feeling in the world, and after a while, Yunho grabs the boy’s thighs, place his legs over his shoulders and starts thrusting hard and fast.
Jaejoong almost screams at the new angle, Yunho shifts his hips and soon he has Jaejoong whimpering and pleading as he fucks the boy in earnest, hard, fast, unforgiving, putting all his strength at the pumping of his hips, his skin slapping against Jaejoong’s buttocks.
The boy doesn’t stop begging, pleading with the first word Yunho makes him memorize, the world flowing through his lips like some whispered prayer, his name uttered like some kind of deity.
“You are perfect for this, Jaejoong. You are born to have me inside you, to have me own you completely.” Yunho moves faster, “You’re perfect.”
With a scream that reverberated off the walls, Jaejoong comes hard, his whole body tensing up as his cock jerks with his release.
Yunho groans when the muscle around his shaft seizes with the force of Jaejoong’s orgasm, and he finds himself following not long after.
As he lie beside Jaejoong, listening to his labored breathing and watching as he slowly curls his body into Yunho’s warmth, he decides that waiting has been worth it.
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Day 25
“May I ask what these are for?” Jaejoong’s manner of speech is polite and articulate. Listening to the boy talk is almost identical to speaking with Changmin, and Yunho find himself thinking about giving the young man a bonus for doing so well with Jaejoong.
“Those are called earrings.” Yunho answers, taking off his tie and stuffy suit. “They are for you.”
Jaejoong bites his bottom lip again, a gesture he does when he is deep in thought, feeling nervous, or when he doubts his own words, “But Yunho-nim, I do not have my ears pierced.”
“That is why I am taking you to the local parlor to get your ears pierced tomorrow.” Yunho answers lightly, taking his seat beside Jaejoong on the couch. “Not only that,” He leans forward, caressing Jaejoong’s naked chest before taking one nipple between his thumb and index, making the boy gasp in surprise, “You are getting nipple rings as well.”
He pulls Jaejoong by the nipple; the boy follows his movement, climbing into his lap.
“What do you say when someone does something nice for you, Jaejoong?”
“T-thank you, Yunho-nim.” Jaejoong stutters.
He makes a disappointed sound, “You don’t sound grateful.”
“I am.” The boy cries out in denial, “I really am.”
“And then, I will get my name tattooed above on your chest, that way I don’t have to sign it every morning just to remind you who you belong to.” He continues conversationally, tracing his finger on the fading black ink just a few centimeters above the nipple he has squeezed. “It is too much hassle.”
“Thank you very much, Yunho-nim.”
“And then, since you have been such a good boy, we can go to meet Yoochun and Junsu for lunch.”
The reaction is instant; Jaejoong’s face brightens with a smile, “Really? You will let me see Junsu?”
“Like I said,” Yunho says huskily, smirking when he sees Jaejoong shiver at the low tone, “You have been such a good boy.”
That night, Yunho fucks Jaejoong on the couch, the boy riding his cock with his arms around Yunho’s neck, holding on tightly as he moves his body up and down, taking Yunho’s thick swollen shaft deep inside his body. When they go to sleep, Yunho doesn’t even have to touch Jaejoong’s arm before the boy settles his head on Yunho’s chest, his breathing calm and quiet and a soft smile adorning his face.
Yunho finds himself smiling as well. Soon, the boy would be nothing without him, already placing so much trust in the man he used to fear. Soon, he will be the center of Jaejoong’s universe and soon, Yunho would find the perfect toy in Jaejoong.
Title: Meeting the Perfect Toy
Pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, implied Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17, but considering my other works, it is pretty tame.
Warnings: AU, dark and mean Yunho, slimy and greasy Yoochun and underage Jaejoong. If this is not your cup of tea, then please don’t read.
Summary: Yoochun brings Yunho a new toy.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE, and this is a fictional work, which means this does not reflects the reality.
A/N 1: This story is based on a prompt by anthem4cruelty. It is short, because I haven’t write for a long time and I need to ease my bunny into writing something that is not related to work. For those of you waiting for an update on ACE or ITN, it is coming, but writing stories with plot is actually exhausting and takes several hours, maybe days to be able to satisfy my perverted bunny XDDDD
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Jung Yunho looks up from the thick report he has been studying when his phone rang. His lips are curled into a frown at the disturbance, and seeing his secretary’s name blinking on the blue LCD screen only serves to irritate him further.
He remembers telling her the moment he stepped off the elevator on the 14th floor where his office is located that he is not to be disturbed for the whole day, even when it is his father calls from United States demanding to talk to him. Eun Yae has shown time and time again that she is a competent assistant to his dark and erratic moods, as she never fails to follow his order to the very letter; he wonders briefly if her pregnancy has caused her to be less strict with her conduct.
“Yes?” He says curtly, his annoyance apparent from his clipped, rough tone.
“I am very sorry to disturb you, Mr. Jung, but Mr. Park is here and he insists on meeting you.” Her voice shakes with obvious unease, she must have tried her best to tell his guest that he does not want to see anyone, but Yunho has been friends with Yoochun since they were lads, and he knows just how persuasive the man could be.
Besides, for his best friend to travel all the way downtown at the worst traffic of the day could only mean one thing, he has a new toy to show Yunho.
“Show him in, thank you Eun Yae.”
Yunho neatly stacks all the report on his desk and returns them to his inbox tray for later study. There is absolutely no way he could continue his work for the day if Yoochun did come to visit for reasons he suspects, in fact, he suspects he won’t even last the whole day at the office.
The door is knocked three times and then Eun Yae opens the door, gesturing his guest to enter the room.
His best friend grins broadly at him and Yunho lets a small smile decorates his face at the sight of Yoochun in his white suit and green shirt, his arms stretched wide open in obvious invitation.
He steps around his desk and accepts the hug, enveloping the shorter man in his larger frame.
“So what brings you here? You usually avoid the Business District during lunch time.” He asks Yoochun when they break apart.
“Well, I have someone to introduce to you.” Yoochun steps to the side and Yunho finally realize that his best friend didn’t come alone. “Yunho, meet Jaejoong.”
Yunho watches as Jaejoong bows politely, bending his body from the waist in greeting. He let his gaze roam up and down the third occupant of the room; he feels his arousal stirring in his pants at the sight of the young boy.
The boy keeps his eyes on the floor and he bows his head so Yunho isn’t able to get a good look of his face, but the mop of black hair and the lithe body covered in a school uniform is enough for Yunho to know that Jaejoong is definitely worth dropping every single item on his checklist, not just for the day, or the week, but for the whole month.
Jaejoong shifts from one foot to the other, obviously nervous and intimidated by him.
“Precious isn’t he? He’s only fifteen years old.” Yoochun says, wrapping one arm around Jaejoong’s wide yet bony shoulder and Yunho doesn’t miss the way the raven-haired beauty tensed at the touch, “Jaejoong is originally from Jeju Island, his parents are so very poor so they decide to send Jaejoong to work in the big city, didn’t they Jaejoong?”
The boy raises his head at the obvious question and Yunho wonders if Yoochun could skip the introduction and let him play with Jaejoong already.
The boy is still too awkward to be considered graceful; his face too long and narrow to be considered feminine, but his wide doe eyes and high cheekbones and rounded nose is enough to make him fall under the ‘beautiful’ category, not to mention a pair of soft lips that makes Yunho shivers with anticipation to feel them wrapped around his cock.
“He doesn’t speak a word of Korean, but he understands his commands very well.”
Jaejoong cries out in pain and surprise when Yoochun’s hand suddenly grips his black hair. His hands fly to Yoochun’s arm, probably trying to ease the pressure, but the older man twists harder and use the hold to bring Jaejoong closer to the floor. He bents his legs dutifully, probably has done it several time in the past under Yoochun’s careful ministration, until he ends up in a kneeling position in front of Yunho.
Yoochun tugs backward and Jaejoong lets out another cry as his head snaps up, his throat stretches out almost painfully.
“How long have you had him?” Yunho asks, bending down so his face is just centimeters away from Jaejoong’s face and he could see the way the boy’s dark orbs are dilated in pain and fear, the sight arouses him to no end.
“Three days.” Yoochun answers, “And he has been such a joy to play with.” Yunho watches his best friend nuzzles the side of Jaejoong’s face and relishes in the shiver that rakes the boy’s body.
“Too bad, I would love to be the one to break him.” Yunho comments airily, his tone cold and chilly and even when Jaejoong doesn’t understand him, his eyes flutters shut and he whimpers desperately as he knows what the tone implies for his fate.
“Actually he’s still a virgin.” Yoochun says, grinning when Yunho looks at him disbelievingly. “Didn’t I tell you? Jaejoong here has a brother that comes with him to the big city. Junsu is even younger than he is and much more exciting to break.”
The name makes Jaejoong stiffen considerably, his lips parts like he is trying to say something but Yunho shoves his fingers in the cavity instead, cutting off any word and effectively making Jaejoong gag.
“You do not speak unless spoken to, Jaejoong, not a word.” He says dangerously, eyes narrows as he stares Jaejoong down. It is obvious the boy doesn’t know what is expected of him, but when Yunho pulls out, he is silent, obviously learning quickly through physical gestures and actions.
Yoochun smirks, “I have my hands full with Junsu, considering he is younger, he needs extra attention.” Yunho answers in kind as Jaejoong closes his eyes in anguish, apparently the boy’s weak spot is his brother and he knows that his brother will not experience a kinder fate under Yoochun’s care, “I am wondering if you mind taking Jaejoong off my hands. I know he won’t disappoint you, he is just so precious when he screams.”
Yunho hums thoughtfully, “Well, before I agree, I need to see what I am getting, don’t I?”
Yoochun chuckles, “Of course.” Jaejoong doesn’t even try to resist when Yoochun pulls on his hair, making him straighten out his body. “Feel free to explore.”
Jaejoong’s breath hitches and his hands curl into tight fists when Yunho’s hands grips his white uniform shirt and yanks hard so that the fabric rips in the middle. He squeezes his eyes shut and Yunho waits until he opens them before pulling wider, exposing his smooth pale chest.
He lets out another whimper when Yunho explores his skin with his hands, and when Jaejoong starts to get used to his stroking, he catches one nipple with his fingers and squeezed.
Jaejoong cries out, his body arching as Yunho pulls the nub away from his chest. He whimpers pathetically when Yunho squeezed tighter, not even able to protest when Yunho has already given him a warning, even when it was spoken in a language he doesn’t understand.
The boy is an exquisite gem in a sea of plain rocks, there is no doubt about it. Jaejoong isn’t the first boy that Yunho has played with, he isn’t even the first foreigner that Yoochun manages to bring across the border with the influence that the Park family has within the government, but he is the first one in a while that makes Yunho painfully tight in his pants just from seeing him biting his lower lip to prevent himself from crying out.
Not to mention he has a weak spot. Yunho is sure that Jaejoong would be willing to do anything Yunho could come up with just by communicating that unless he does as he is told, his little brother would suffer the consequences.
Yunho chuckled darkly.
Knowing Yoochun, the boy is going to suffer anyways, but seeing the internal warfare that flashes across Jaejoong’s face as he struggles to do exactly what Yunho orders would be an amusement on its own.
He releases the slightly swollen nubs and stands up, before Jaejoong even has a chance to catch his breath, he grips the boy’s head, right where Yoochun’s hand was. His best friend lets go of the grip and Yunho twisted his arm and pulled Jaejoong close to his crotch.
Yunho pulls until he could feel Jaejoong's lips pressing against the burning erection inside the fabric of his pants. He keeps him there for a while, rubbing Jaejoong's face against his cock. Yoochun stands up and moves to one of the sofas in the room, content to let Yunho play with his latest toy. The heavy breathing that comes from Jaejoong's mouth and nose is too exciting for Yunho, he really can't wait to hear the boy screams his name.
With his free hand, Yunho unbuttons his black dress pants and pull down his zipper. Jaejoong gasps in shock when Yunho takes out his hard cock from the confinement of his underwear.
Yoochun chuckles and Yunho smirks.
For an Asian, Yunho is very well endowed. Considering Yoochun might be the only perverted adult that the boy has ever deal with, Yunho's size would come as surprise, because he is thick as he is long, and the boy would be lucky if he could speak normally for a week after Yunho shoves his member down his throat.
He taps his cock against Jaejoong's cheek, making the boy flinch deliciously; his small moan of discomfort is muffled by Yunho's pants.
Getting Jaejoong's head where he wants it is easy, but getting the boy to open his mouth proves difficult as Jaejoong keeps flinching away in obvious fear. Jaejoong's hands are on his thighs, pushing away whenever Yunho pulls him closer to his cock.
Yunho loves the fact that the boy is resisting him. It makes punishing him justifiable, although with Yunho’s dark streak, he wouldn’t need an excuse to bring tears to the boy’s eyes.
When Jaejoong try to move his head away for the third time, Yunho twists his grip again and with his other hand, slaps the boy hard. Even Yoochun flinches at the sound that echoes in the room.
The boy looks at him with wide scared eyes, one of his hand fly up to the cheek that has bloomed red because of the force of Yunho's swing. Yunho slaps him again, this time; Jaejoong's head is thrown to the side, a whimper of pain follows the sound of skin meeting skin.
Yunho bents his head, projecting his anger and irritation only milimeters above Jaejoong's face, "You do that again and I swear I will make you bleed."
Jaejoong is ready to cry. Yunho could tell by the way tears gathers in his eyes and a small sob escapes his lips.
"Now be a good boy and put your pretty mouth to good use."
This time Jaejoong doesn't resist. When Yunho pulls his head close, he drops his jaw and extends his tongue, and Yunho groans in satisfaction when Jaejoong's tight, liquid heat envelops his shaft.
"The boy is so fucking tight." He whispers in amazement, letting Jaejoong take tentative licks on the head of his cock and not forcing himself down the boy's throat.
"I told you he's a virgin." Yoochun smiles, his hand on his own cock, "I think so far he only has three cocks in his mouth. You, me, and his brother's."
Yunho laughs, "You made him suck his brother's cock?"
"If he doesn't want me paddling his brother's gorgeous butt until he can't sit for a week, he better do what I tell him to do."
Yunho looks down at Jaejoong, who has his eyes screwed shut, his lips stretched around the Yunho's thick head.
The boy lacks finesse, Yunho would have to teach him all about pleasuring cocks with his mouth, but the thought of slowly and carefully molding the boy into a perfect pet for him makes him giddy with excitement.
He isn't going to last long, even when the boy sucks at sucking cock, but his tight throat wholly makes up for his lack of skill.
Gripping the boy's head with both hands, he thrusts forward, shoving his cock inside Jaejoong's mouth until the boy gags.
Yunho doesn't pull out, keeping his cock where it is until Jaejoong makes a chocking sound and he struggles for air. He waits until the boy's eyes rolls back on their sockets before pulling out.
Jaejoong inhales air like a drowning man. Big gulps of air the moment Yunho's cock slides free.
Yunho does it again, slowly fucking the boy's throat past comfort, making him gag and sputter, blocking his airway with his flaming cock and Jaejoong's own saliva.
The pressure is building slowly yet insistenty in Yunho's stomach as the tight airway contracts around his cock with every thrust of his hips. When he picks up the pace, Jaejoong chokes; his body convulsing, his hands gripping almost painfully on Yunho's arms. Yunho doesn't care. Whatever mistake Jaejoong makes could be dealt with later, right now he only thinks about getting off.
Jaejoong is crying, tears and snot running down his face, his saliva dribbling out of his mouth, a wet sound echoes in the room everytime Yunho moves his hips.
Knowing he is about to come, Yunho quickly pulls out and starts stroking his shaft with his free hand, the other keeping Jaejoong in place.
He groans when the first spray of come leaves his cock and lands on Jaejoong's face. The boy flinches in obvious disgust but there is no way he could move away with Yunho's tight grip on his hair. Yunho empties himself on Jaejoong's body, decorating his smooth pale skin with his semen.
When he is done, he pulls Jaejoong up by the hair, the boy let's out another gasp of surprise.
The boy is much shorter than he is, probably only up to his shoulder, but Yunho kept pulling until Jaejoong is standing on his toes to keep him from ripping his hair up by the root.
“From now on, I am your master; do you understand me, Jaejoong?” He says to the boy, his lips moving against the boy’s feverish skin, Yunho flicks his tongue against a bead of his own come near the boy’s eyes, “And whatever I ask you to do, you do it, if you even think of resisting, I will make sure Junsu will be the one who pays for it, and trust me, I am far more creative than Yoochun when it comes to punishments.”
Jaejoong swallows nervously, his fearful eyes brimming with tears under Yunho’s hard gaze. Slowly, as much as Yunho’s tight grip allows him too, Jaejoong nods his head, a small sound of pain escapes his lips as the gesture pulls on his hair.
“Good.” Yunho smiles, “You are such a good boy, so you deserve a fine reward.”
He let go of Jaejoong’s hair and carefully pets it so it looks presentable. He then wraps his arms around Jaejoong’s shoulder and guides him to his desk. He could tell the boy is scared of him, afraid of what it is he could do, but Yunho keeps his tone light, soft, carefully stroking the boy’s arm to calm him down.
When they arrive on his desk, Yunho makes Jaejoong sit on the edge, facing the door. He then reaches around and picks up the pen he has been using to sign all his important documents.
“Sit still.” Yunho says to Jaejoong, who immediately tenses his body when Yunho presses the sharp edge of the pen on his chest, just above his right nipple.
Jaejoong hisses in pain when Yunho sign his name on his pale milky skin, the pen digging into skin and tiny spots of red rises up to the surface of the skin.
“Now, Jaejoong,” The way the boy’s eyes widen at Yunho’s fluent Japanese is almost comical, he must have assumed Yunho doesn’t speak Japanese just because Yoochun doesn’t. “Yoochun is going to take you shopping. You can choose whatever you want, anything at all. Then we will meet again for dinner. You are to be on your best behavior. If you don’t, you know what will happen to Junsu, don’t you?”
Jaejoong pales. Yunho smirks before handing him his handkerchief to wipe the come off his face.
This is the reason why Yunho speak in Japanese, not to make the boy more comfortable, far from it. He is establishing rules in a language that Jaejoong understand, giving him no room to disobey him. Besides Jaejoong might have inkling to what they are talking about whenever they mention his brother, but driving the point home and seeing the way the boy reacts is just perfect.
He guides Jaejoong back to Yoochun and kindly asks his best friend to take Jaejoong shopping. He doesn’t even bother with giving Yoochun money or lending his charge card, with his signature on Jaejoong’s skin, the whole country knows exactly who the boy belongs to and will conduct themselves accordingly.
In the twenty eight years of his life, Yunho never felt as excited as he does to the prospect of coming home to his apartment. < br />
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A/N 2: Yes, I know that Jeju Island is in Korea, and yes, I think they speak Korean, but this is a fictional story and an Alternate Universe. If I want to make Jeju Island a part of Japan, I could very well make it a part of Japan, so please ignore the geographical inaccuracy ^_________^
Title: Breaking the Perfect Toy
Pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, implied Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17, but here comes the smutty bunny.
Warnings: AU, dark and mean Yunho, dubious con, very abused Jaejoong. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE TROUBLE WITH HARD, ROUGH SEX.
Summary: Yunho brings Jaejoong home
Disclaimer: NOT MINE, and this is a fictional work, which means this does not reflects the reality.
A/N 1: This story is based on a prompt by anthem4cruelty. Due to popular demand, and the happiness I feel because I got a lot of comments, I decided to write the second part.
PLEASE BE ADVISED THAT THIS IS NOT A FLUFFY, NICE, KIND CHAPTER. There is no loving and caring Yunho and Jaejoong will be abused. Please hit the little X on the top right of this page if you have problem with dubious con fics.
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Yunho decides that Jaejoong looks better with his new haircut.
When Yoochun called him earlier to ask for his permission to take Jaejoong to a salon for a haircut and pampering, his possessive side almost growled to his best friend over the phone, but a more reasonable side of him reminded him that the man has much more experience than he does when it comes to makeovers and presentations.
So he grudgingly gave his permission and he is glad he had reserved a private room in the restaurant for dinner because he isn’t sure he could keep his hands away from Jaejoong’s now brunette hair.
Jaejoong’s shoulder-length black hair was a good color and length for him, but the shorter cropped hair that Yoochun had chosen has managed to round his face considerably, making him look even more beautiful and more feminine, just the way Yunho likes it.
He brushes Jaejoong’s bangs away from his face and loving the silky feeling on his fingers.
He knows whatever treatment Yoochun has arranged for Jaejoong would cost him a lot of money, but seeing the boy practically glowing beside him, he decides that he doesn’t really care. Yunho deserves the best, and Jaejoong has just become perfect in his book.
Yoochun had also taken the liberty to dress up the boy like some doll, with the ruffled white shirt and dress pants, and Yunho wonders how he is supposed to concentrate on his dinner when Jaejoong looks like a pure and innocent angel with his wide doe eyes trying to take in all the luxury around him.
Yunho loves tainting pure and innocent beings more than anything else in the world.
“Did he have fun?” He asks to Yoochun, content to let Jaejoong eat the dinner he has ordered for them..
“I daresay he did.” Yoochun answers, “He definitely had a lot of fun picking up items, although he puts most of them back when he sees the price tag.” He ends with a chuckle.
“I thought I told him that price doesn’t matter.”
Yoochun grins, “He’s just not used to all this. I think he still hesitates because he thinks he would have to pay for them.”
“Oh, he will, but not with money.” They exchange smirks. “So when will you let me see this Junsu?”
Again, at the sound of his brother’s name, Jaejoong stiffen before trying to look like he isn’t hanging on to their every word.
“Soon, he’s still recovering.” Yoochun says absently.
“You fucked him already?” Yunho laughs, “You pig.”
“Hey, at least I waited two days.” Yoochun leans forward, “Don’t tell me you are not going to break him in the moment you get home tonight, your wife be damned.”
Yunho’s answer is a scoff, “She doesn’t care, I gave her and her little fuck toy enough money to last them a month. Speaking of wives, how did my little sister react to the fact you are bringing another toy home?”
“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t seen her in two weeks. She went to Europe with my sister.” Yoochun shakes his head, “Sometimes I wish they don’t make it too fucking obvious, you know? I had to pay paparazzi a lot of money because he got a shot of them eating each other’s faces at a nightclub.”
“God I love those women.”
“The only reason you can say that is because you don’t have to worry about walking in on them fucking on your bed.” Yoochun rebukes, “Trust me, it is disgusting.”
The clatter of cutlery make them turn their attention toward Jaejoong, who apparently succeeded on finishing his food and remembered to place the fork and knife the way Yunho did to signal that he was done eating.
The waiters, who have been standing patiently by the walls, move to clear the empty plates from their tables and serve them their desserts. Yunho stops them from serving it directly in front of Jaejoong, taking the small plate of chocolate cake from their hand and placing it neatly before him.
He could feel Yoochun’s smirk without even looking at the man.
Jaejoong looks up at him, confusion evident in his face. Yunho carefully cut the cake into small pieces and picks it up with his hand before offering it to Jaejoong.
The boy swallows, eyes flicking up and down from Yunho’s hard face to the piece of chocolate cake in his palm before glancing at the waiters that hung around in the room. It was a challenge to see just how ready Jaejoong is to serve him. The act itself, no matter where it is carried out, signals pure submission.
Dogs don’t bite the hand that feeds them.
Slowly, with a hitch of his breath like he is trying to hold back the tears, Jaejoong bents his head and ate the cake from Yunho’s palm. Yunho smiles as the boy’s lips and tongue brushes against his skin, his shoulders shaking with shame and grief.
“I can already tell he will be your best pet yet.” Yoochun comments as Yunho picks up another piece and Jaejoong eats it from his hand like an obedient pet, licking his lips after every bite.
Yunho smirks. “He better be.”
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Jaejoong let out a surprised gasp the moment Yunho grabs his arm and throws him to the four poster bed in his room. The boy landed on his back on the soft and thick mattress, his body bounces on the bed as he try to sink away from Yunho’s gaze.
He pulls on his tie and quickly removes his suit and unbuttons his shirt. Before Jaejoong could even move, he already has the boy pinned under his much larger frame, his naked chest pressed against Jaejoong’s own.
Yunho holds Jaejoong’s head between his palms, his fingers tangling inside the brown silk and lightly scrapes against the boy’s scalp. Jaejoong closes his head and whimpers when Yunho aligns their bodies together, forcing Jaejoong to spread his thighs so he could settle between his legs.
“You know what I am about to do to you, aren’t you?” Yunho says in Japanese before biting lightly on Jaejoong’s chin, drawing a pained sob. “I am about to fuck you hard and fast and I don’t care if you bleed.”
“Please.” Jaejoong whispers in his native tongue, scared and desperate, “Please let us go.”
“No.” Yunho answers curtly, “And this will be the last time you say anything in Japanese. If I hear another word, I will punish you, do you understand Jaejoong?”
“Yes.”
Yunho slaps him, hard. His eyes widen in surprise and they shine with unshed tears.
“Yes, Yunho-sama.” Another slap, harder.
Jaejoong sobs in pain.
“Yes, Yunho-sshi.”
Yunho lifts his hand, Jaejoong cringes, waiting for another strike, but instead of hitting the boy, he caresses his reddening cheek instead.
“Good boy.” He whispers soothingly. “There is only one rule you need to remember in this house. If you do what I tell you, you will be rewarded. If you don’t, you will be punished, simple right?”
Jaejoong answers with another whimper, to afraid to say something that could earn him another punishment. Yunho smiles and slowly bring their lips together.
The boy’s lips are as soft as Yunho remembers them to be wrapped tightly around his cock. Jaejoong moans into his mouth and Yunho deepens the kiss,
It isn’t a soft, tender kiss, Yunho far too aroused to even ease the boy into it. He did what he does best, seizing control. He covers the boy’s’ lips with his own, nibbling and biting and sucking them into his mouth. Jaejoong makes small desperate noises; his whole body as tight as a drawn bowstring and his hands gripping tight on the bed sheets because he doesn’t know what else to do with them.
“Strip and lay on the pillows.” Yunho orders coldly, stepping back so he could finish undressing himself.
It is amusing to see Jaejoong struggling to do as he was told, his fingers slipping on the white buttons of his shirt because he is too nervous and scared. Yunho growls low in his throat just to see those eyes widen in panic and Jaejoong practically pulling his clothes off before doing as he is told, lying on his back with his upper body propped up on the pillows.
“On your hands and knees, Jaejoong.”
The boy struggles to do as he is told, keeping his balance on the bed. His head hangs low between his shoulder blades, his breathing hard and labored with the occasional sob that escapes his lips.
Yunho founds himself hardening from the smooth expanse of white skin exposed to his hungry eyes. He strokes his cock in one hand, the other stroking Jaejoong’s hair, to his wide shoulder, down his spine to the twin globes of flesh of his butt.
Jaejoong’s sharp intake of breath when Yunho dips his fingers between the two cheeks echoes in the room. Yunho smiles and with a hard swing, brings his palm down his ass.
The boy cries out in pain, he collapses to his elbows, hiding his face in the pillow.
“Up Jaejoong, don’t make me punish you.”
Jaejoong scrambles to return to his original position; Yunho could see the tear falling down his cheeks, it must be very hard for the boy to accept his current condition, but Yunho doesn’t have time to play nice. There is a specific reason why Jaejoong is in the city, simply because his parents could no longer support him, the boy isn’t the only boy to end up spreading his legs and offering his ass to survive, at least Yunho isn’t some heartless son of a bitch who makes the boy take drugs and paddle his body on the streets of Seoul. Does this make him a better person? Hell no, but with him, Jaejoong would at least has a roof over his head and warm bed to sleep in.
“You need to understand that you are here to serve me, Jaejoong.” Yunho says gently, even when he swings his arm and land another hard smack on Jaejoong’s bottom, making the boy choke on his tears. “This is not me punishing you; this is me taking pleasure in your body.”
He climbs on the bed, positioning himself behind Jaejoong, stroking and brushing his fingers on his skin, delighting in every whimper he drags out of Jaejoong’s mouth when his nails scrapes against the reddening skin on his ass.
Without warning, Yunho shoves two fingers inside Jaejoong’s tight body. The boy screams in pain and struggles to get away, but Yunho grips his narrow waist with his hand, keeping him in place.
“Don’t move, Jaejoong.”
He twists his fingers and smirks as Jaejoong cry out again, Yoochun was right, he sounds enthralling when he screams in pain.
“No, please don’t.” Jaejoong whimpered in Japanese, tears running down his face, “Please let me go.”
Yunho decides that he has a better way to stop Jaejoong from struggling than punishing him for speaking in Japanese, “How about Junsu?”
The boy freezes.
“You know that Yoochun would never let him go, he enjoys him too much.” Yunho smirks, “At least this way, you can keep in touch with him. If you really want to go, then I won’t stop you, but you will never be able to see your brother ever again.”
Jaejoong bites his lips, “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I can, as simple as that.” Yunho pulls out his fingers, “Last chance Jaejoong, do you want to stay, or do you want to go? You cannot change your answer.”
“Stay.” The boy’s answer is weak, whispered to the pillow without any conviction.
“What is that?”
“I am staying, so please; don’t keep me away from my brother.”
Yunho almost laugh at the conviction in Jaejoong’s voice. Soon, he would make Jaejoong forget about anything else, making the boy live to fulfill his every whim.
He preps the boy quickly, ignoring the pained sounds and the speck of blood on his fingers when he pulls them out, and when he finally slam his cock inside Jaejoong’s body, the boy screams loud enough to wake the dead.
Yunho fucks him hard, fast, the pace brutal and without mercy. Jaejoong could no longer keep his body straight, burying his head in the pillow as his fingers claws on the wooden headboard of the bed, pulling his body away from Yunho’s grip every time he pulls out of the hot channel.
He grabs the boy’s hair, eliciting a sharp cry on top of the pained whimpers, and with that, he fucks him deeper, longer, until his orgasm crash unto him like a wave and he empties his load inside the boy’s body.
There is blood on his cock, blood mixed with his semen dribbles down Jaejoong’s thigh, the boy falls down on his face when Yunho release his hair, crying into the bed.
Yunho wipes himself clean on the sheets before pulling the comforter over their naked bodies. He settles his body behind Jaejoong, wrapping the boy in his arms. Jaejoong is very tense, and Yunho knows there is no chance the boy could sleep with the pain.
“Tomorrow, we’ll get my name inked permanently on your skin, and that way, you will have no option but to stay. Even if you leave, I will find you.” He says in Korean, Jaejoong’s answer is a sharp intake of breath, “Good night, Jaejoong.”
Yunho lets the soft sobs and whimpers of pain lull him to sleep.
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A/N 2: The sex scene is not as elaborate as I usually write them, but once again, bunny is easing very slowly into writing again, so let me know what you think!!!
Title: Owning the Perfect Toy
Pairings: Yunho/Jaejoong, implied Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17, but here comes the smutty bunny.
Warnings: AU, dark and mean Yunho, underage Jaejoong. You have been warned.
Summary: Yunho will soon mold Jaejoong into the perfect toy
Disclaimer: NOT MINE, and this is a fictional work, which means this does not reflects the reality.
A/N 1: This story is based on a prompt by anthem4cruelty . Third Installment of ‘Perfect Toy’, WHY DO I DO THESE THINGS TO MYSELF???
If anyone is waiting for Yunho and Yoochun to turn nice and lovey dovey, this is not that kind of story, sorry, they’re assholes, and they are bastards, so expect some hardcore smut because I am in the mood to see Jaejoong gets tortured.
Erm… that isn’t me. It is bunny, I swear!
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Day 1
Yunho leaves Jaejoong under the care of his personal physician, who is also his live-in assistant Changmin. The man is considerably young for his occupation, barely twenty-four, but he is the smartest man Yunho knows. If he is to trust anyone (aside from Yoochun) with the boy, it would be Changmin. Besides, the young man would know how to teach Jaejoong how to converse in Korean.
He arrives at work without any motivation to actually work.
If he is to choose how to spend his day, he would rather be at home with Jaejoong, burying himself in the boy’s tight abused hole because one time is definitely not enough. The memory of last night’s intercourse makes him harden in his pants almost instantly. He toys the idea to return home immediately, because the tightness around his cock is maddening, Jaejoong’s sobs and whimpers only made him harder than he ever thought possible, and the boy’s body is begging to be ravished by his hands, teeth and tongue.
But he also knows that Jaejoong needs at least three days to recuperate from having his virginity taken so forcefully. He knows the boy is a virgin, he trusts Yoochun when his best friend said that he never breach Jaejoong’s inner sanctum with his cock, one might think he could have treated Jaejoong with less violence and more tenderness considering it is his first time, but Yunho isn’t the boy’s lover, he is Jaejoong’s owner, the boy would just have to get used to his behavior.
He tells Eun Yae that he is not to be disturbed, and this time, there is no Yoochun to come and force his way in his office with a beautiful boy trailing behind him.
Yunho times it very carefully so that he arrives home after dinner. Changmin is waiting for him in his study, updating him on Jaejoong’s condition and the boy’s activity. He smiles gently at the young man, who rolls his eyes before retiring to the bungalow Yunho has built especially for him.
Jaejoong stiffens the moment Yunho walks into his room. He is reading a book; the same book Yunho buys for Changmin when he teaches the young man how to speak Korean. He ignores the boy, going straight to the bathroom to shower.
It brings a wide smile into Yunho’s face when Jaejoong looks like he is ready to bolt the moment Yunho climbs into the bed naked. When Yunho wraps a hand around his waist, Jaejoong shakes before curling his body into a tight ball.
Yunho pulls the boy tight against his body, giving him a soft kiss on top of his brown hair. “Good night, Jaejoong.”
The boy is silent for a few moments, before he answers in a small unsure voice, “Good night, Yunho-nim.”
Yunho sleeps with a grin on his face at the broken Korean.
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Day 5
Yunho has repeated the same routine for almost a week.
Waking up before Jaejoong, leaving for work, checking up to see if the boy is eating properly, and then return home just after dinner, going straight to shower after greeting Jaejoong and then going to sleep with his arm around the boy’s body, back to chest.
At the end of the fourth day, Jaejoong is no longer a tight ball in his arms, but relaxed and at peace, his unconscious brain forgetting the pain and falling into a false sense of normalcy.
Yunho decides that it is time to proceed with the second part of the boy’s training.
That night, when Jaejoong relaxes in his hold, Yunho shifts his hand and traces the boy’s smooth, silky skin with his large palms.
Jaejoong tenses up almost instantly, his body remembering just how much pain his body endured his first night. Yunho smiles and makes small shushing sounds, using his other hand to brushing Jaejoong’s soft hair away from his face.
“Just relax, Jaejoong.” Yunho speaks in Korean, “I am not going to hurt you.”
He kisses the boy’s cheek, his hand making lazy circles on Jaejoong’s stomach. He props his head with his other arm, watching Jaejoong’s eyes flutter close as his body starts to take delight in the soft caress and gentle petting, his impossibly long eyelashes dances with every movement like the fragile wings of a butterfly. He nuzzles the boy’s neck, peppering his skin with light kisses.
The palm that has been caressing Jaejoong’s abdomen slowly makes its way up to the boy’s chest. A gasp echoes in the empty room when Yunho finds a hardened nipple, then a moan follows when he rolls the nub between his thumb and his index. Jaejoong’s hand finds his arm, but the boy does nothing to push him away, simply keeping a loose hold on his wrist.
Yunho squeezes and Jaejoong bucks as a small sound of surprise and pleasure escaping his plump lips.
He grins, the boy is fifteen, and his body reacts exactly the way Yunho always imagines it.
Soon, Jaejoong’s breathing turns labored as Yunho pulls and tugs on both nipples, giving them equal attention. He keeps his head buried in the junction where Jaejoong’s shoulder meets his neck, kissing and sucking the tender flesh. The boy’s skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat and Yunho relishes in the saltiness he feels on his tongue.
When he is sure that the boy is lost inside the pleasure that his touch brings, Yunho slides his hand into the boy’s crotch, taking his hardening erection into his large palm and at the same time presses his own hard cock against the dip between in Jaejoong’s round ass.
Jaejoong tenses again, his body and mind still translating the gesture as a prelude for pain, but then Yunho strokes his erection and looks down to see the boy biting on his lower lip just to keep himself from moaning under the clever ministration of Yunho’s long fingers.
Yunho keeps a slow and steady pace, spreading the boy’s precum around his shaft and tugging on the swollen flesh while slowly pumping his hips against the boy’s naked body. It is a poor alternative to fucking the boy hard and fast, but it is an important part of the training that he could not miss. Jaejoong needs to know the pleasure that he could attain in Yunho’s care, he needs to realize that his master could bring him more than enough bliss as he could bring him pain.
“Do you like that, Jaejoong?” Yunho whispers in Korean, knowing that the boy might not understand him, but the proximity and the tone in which he speaks makes Jaejoong shiver in his hold and he figures he doesn’t need the boy to really know what he says, only what it implies. “You like it when I touch you like this?”
Jaejoong breaks out with a groan, shifting his face so he can bury it in the pillow, Yunho chuckles.
“You want to come?” He asks, licking Jaejoong’s bottom lip, the boy could only whimper weakly. “Since you’ve been such a good boy, I’ll let you come.”
Yunho speeds up his movement, twisting his hand as he works to get Jaejoong off. The boy starts whining low in his throat, his body unconsciously moving in rhythm. He whispers encouragements in Jaejoong’s ears, calling his name, telling him everything that he wants to do to his lithe, tight body. He feels the boy tensing in his arms, not from fear, not from pain, but from the coming release.
When he feels Jaejoong tightening like a bow, his body twitching noticeably, Yunho bites down on the boy’s shoulder just as the boy shouted his release, shooting his essence into the waiting hand. He kisses Jaejoong through his aftershocks, making small comforting sounds as the boy, obviously confused and ashamed by his own reaction, quietly sobs into his pillow.
Yunho waits until Jaejoong falls asleep before going to the bathroom and strokes himself into completion with the memory of Jaejoong’s plum, swollen lips.
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Day 14
Yunho finds it quite enjoyable to actually hold a conversation with Jaejoong, no matter how simple and broken down his Korean is. He finds it amusing; the way the boy’s brows are scrunched together in concentration as he struggles to find the right words to communicate. With Yunho’s ‘no Japanese’ rule, Jaejoong has no option but to stumble over the new language.
He makes a slight change to his schedule, instead of arriving home after dinner; he makes it a point to eat at home. He joins Changmin and Jaejoong in the dining room, listening as Jaejoong excitedly shares the plot in the book Yunho has purchased for him.
That night, when Yunho maneuvers them in bed so the boy is lying on top of him, Jaejoong already know what to do and what to expect from Yunho. He hasn’t breached the boy since the first night, focusing all his efforts to teach the boy how to kiss and how to pleasure him with the rest of his anatomy.
He kisses Jaejoong slowly, using his tongue to explore the hot cavern he has wrapped around his cock for the past few nights. The boy is still awkward with his movement, uncomfortable with his actions, but his posture is relaxed, his body settling snugly against Yunho’s. He rests one hand on the small of Jaejoong’s back, the other caressing his face, massaging his neck lightly.
Then smoothly, he flips them around, burying the smaller boy under his large frame.
He pulls away from the kiss, propping his body up with his arms, watching Jaejoong’s face intently, taking in the wide eyes, the flustered cheeks and the swollen lips. He smiles, tracing the boy’s bottom lip with his index finger and then slowly, slides it inside.
Jaejoong starts sucking his finger without having to be told what to do, having done it for enough time to know what is expected of him. He takes Yunho’s digit deep within his mouth, the whole length disappearing past his lips. Yunho hums, loving the velvety feel of the boy’s tongue and the liquid fire around his finger. It feels almost as good as the time he has them around his cock the night before.
He pulls out the finger and adds another one, Jaejoong moaning around the long digits as he moves them inside the boy’s mouth, pressing on his tongue and move deeper down the boy’s throat. Yunho pulls his fingers out when he feels satisfied with the amount of saliva lubricating them.
Yunho nudges Jaejoong legs apart with his knee, before fiddling with the loose fabric that is wrapped around one thin waist, the only cloth that the other is allowed to wear within his chamber. He quickly slides his hand into the exposed region, accessing the boy’s intimate parts.
Jaejoong gasps when he presses two fingers against his hole, his eyes wide and almost pleading, his lips shaking as the memory of the pain wars with the intense release he experienced when Yunho fingers him until he comes.
Yunho chuckles at the boy’s expression and wraps his other hand around his cock and at the same time pushes his fingers past the tight ring of muscle. Jaejoong’s back arches from the bed, a moan that suspiciously sounds like his name fills the space around them.
“What’s that Jaejoong? You want more?” He said teasingly, twisting his fingers inside the hot tight channel until the boy bucks and moans underneath him.
Jaejoong’s chest is heaving with every breath that he takes, his fingers gripping tightly on the edges of the pillows underneath his head, knuckles white as he trash with every stroke of Yunho’s hand on his cock and with every time his fingers press against the bundle of nerves within his anus.
“Please,” Yunho smirks, “Please, Yunho-nim.”
“Please what, Jaejoong? Say it.”
Jaejoong blushes like a boiled lobster; his whole face turns red in his embarrassment. He squeezes his eyes shut to avoid Yunho’s sharp gaze, his pink tongue swiping against his lips.
“Please use my body for your pleasure, Yunho-nim.”
Turns out the private lessons with Changmin are worth every extra won that goes to the young man’s bank account. Not only does Jaejoong knows how to beg in Korean, he knows exactly how to beg the way Yunho wants him to, using the right words with the right edge of desperation.
“I think I will.”
It is quite a feat, keeping his fingers buried inside Jaejoong while scrambling for the bottle of scented lube he always keeps inside the drawer of his night table, but when he pours the cold gel to his fingers and slide three of them inside the tight grip of Jaejoong’s channel, he decides that the awkward twist of his limbs is worth it.
Jaejoong is quite a sight. His whole body flushed pink as he struggles with his self control, his head is thrown back deep into the comfort of the pillow when Yunho stretched his hole with his fingers. He looks every bit of the debauched boy that Yunho wants him to be, that Yunho is slowly training him to become, lost in the pleasure of his body that he forgets to think just how much he despises his current condition.
“Today, I am going to fuck you.” Yunho says, grabbing Jaejoong’s hand and guides it to his aching cock. The boy’s eyes fly open, “You remember this, don’t you?” Jaejoong swallows, Yunho follows the movement of his throat with his mouth, “I will fuck you. You can fight me and get hurt, or do as I say and be pleasured, your choice.”
He kisses Jaejoong again, his tongue exploring the warm cavern that is the boy’s mouth, and slowly but surely, he slides inside Jaejoong’s body.
The boy whimpers with every inch that enters his body, his whole frame shakes with an effort not to react according to his instinct and fight the intrusion. Yunho held his head between his hands, pressing soft kisses to his face. When he is fully sheathed inside Jaejoong’s hole, he isn’t the only one moaning.
“You like this.” Yunho says calmly, one hand returning to Jaejoong’s crotch, finding the hardness there, “You like my cock inside you, don’t you? You are such a good boy, a perfect toy for me.”
Yunho pulls out slowly, and then moves back in with the same leisure pace, he could feel Jaejoong’s ring of muscle contracting around him, squeezing him as he leaves and enters his body. It is the best feeling in the world, and after a while, Yunho grabs the boy’s thighs, place his legs over his shoulders and starts thrusting hard and fast.
Jaejoong almost screams at the new angle, Yunho shifts his hips and soon he has Jaejoong whimpering and pleading as he fucks the boy in earnest, hard, fast, unforgiving, putting all his strength at the pumping of his hips, his skin slapping against Jaejoong’s buttocks.
The boy doesn’t stop begging, pleading with the first word Yunho makes him memorize, the world flowing through his lips like some whispered prayer, his name uttered like some kind of deity.
“You are perfect for this, Jaejoong. You are born to have me inside you, to have me own you completely.” Yunho moves faster, “You’re perfect.”
With a scream that reverberated off the walls, Jaejoong comes hard, his whole body tensing up as his cock jerks with his release.
Yunho groans when the muscle around his shaft seizes with the force of Jaejoong’s orgasm, and he finds himself following not long after.
As he lie beside Jaejoong, listening to his labored breathing and watching as he slowly curls his body into Yunho’s warmth, he decides that waiting has been worth it.
* * * * *
Day 25
“May I ask what these are for?” Jaejoong’s manner of speech is polite and articulate. Listening to the boy talk is almost identical to speaking with Changmin, and Yunho find himself thinking about giving the young man a bonus for doing so well with Jaejoong.
“Those are called earrings.” Yunho answers, taking off his tie and stuffy suit. “They are for you.”
Jaejoong bites his bottom lip again, a gesture he does when he is deep in thought, feeling nervous, or when he doubts his own words, “But Yunho-nim, I do not have my ears pierced.”
“That is why I am taking you to the local parlor to get your ears pierced tomorrow.” Yunho answers lightly, taking his seat beside Jaejoong on the couch. “Not only that,” He leans forward, caressing Jaejoong’s naked chest before taking one nipple between his thumb and index, making the boy gasp in surprise, “You are getting nipple rings as well.”
He pulls Jaejoong by the nipple; the boy follows his movement, climbing into his lap.
“What do you say when someone does something nice for you, Jaejoong?”
“T-thank you, Yunho-nim.” Jaejoong stutters.
He makes a disappointed sound, “You don’t sound grateful.”
“I am.” The boy cries out in denial, “I really am.”
“And then, I will get my name tattooed above on your chest, that way I don’t have to sign it every morning just to remind you who you belong to.” He continues conversationally, tracing his finger on the fading black ink just a few centimeters above the nipple he has squeezed. “It is too much hassle.”
“Thank you very much, Yunho-nim.”
“And then, since you have been such a good boy, we can go to meet Yoochun and Junsu for lunch.”
The reaction is instant; Jaejoong’s face brightens with a smile, “Really? You will let me see Junsu?”
“Like I said,” Yunho says huskily, smirking when he sees Jaejoong shiver at the low tone, “You have been such a good boy.”
That night, Yunho fucks Jaejoong on the couch, the boy riding his cock with his arms around Yunho’s neck, holding on tightly as he moves his body up and down, taking Yunho’s thick swollen shaft deep inside his body. When they go to sleep, Yunho doesn’t even have to touch Jaejoong’s arm before the boy settles his head on Yunho’s chest, his breathing calm and quiet and a soft smile adorning his face.
Yunho finds himself smiling as well. Soon, the boy would be nothing without him, already placing so much trust in the man he used to fear. Soon, he will be the center of Jaejoong’s universe and soon, Yunho would find the perfect toy in Jaejoong.