Fic: Lips
Title: Lips
Pairing: JaeChun
Rating: PG-15 for implications
Genre: errr...smut-ish? ^^;;
Warnings: boy x boy love
Author's note: Inspired by this pic:
Can't believe I actually wrote this.. *hides*
You have always been enticed by Jaejoong’s lips, right from the moment you first saw him, the way his tongue sneaks out to wet them, how they always look shiny whether he wears lip gloss or not. And ever since he first kissed you, things have only gotten worse.
He smirks at you, sitting on the ground in the practice room, enjoying a few minutes of break from studying a new dance routine, absentmindedly playing with the microphone in his hands. Today you all dance with mics, since your next performance is going to be live.
You raise your brow questioningly, but his smirk only widens and he gets up as your dancing instructor ends the break with a wave of his hands. Somehow you feel that Jae has something up his sleeve
You watch him dance, trying not to mess up your steps and once more your gaze is drawn to his lush, pink lips, how they move with the lyrics and you think what else those lips can do. You bite your own lips in the futile attempt to think something nonsexual, but certain images keep popping up in your head and finally you stumble over your own two feet, resulting in your dance instructor chiding you for not paying attention.
Jaejoong grins, almost wickedly - does he fucking read thoughts - and there’s his tongue again, sneaking around the shaft of the mic teasingly, without anyone noticing but you. You just barely manage not to choke on your own saliva, but your feet are in your way again. This time you land flat on your butt, Jaejoong hiding his laughter behind one hand, the others only rolling their eyes at you, while you have to face your instructor’s wrath once again. When he is done with you, you turn your gaze to Jae again. Fucking tease you mouth silently, in English, since he does understand those two words by now, and he only laughs again, a dark promise glowing his eyes.
Half an hour later the five of you shuffle out of the practice room and you sigh in relief since nobody seemed to have noticed that your sweatpants have grown considerably tighter ever since Jae started to toy with his mic. You take your time with changing clothes, carefully hiding your arousal and telling Changmin, Yunho and Junsu to just go ahead and order dinner, you’ll be coming right after them.
Right after the door closes behind them, you turn the lock and pin Jaejoong to the wall next to it, a growl rumbling in low your throat. The older man is smirking again, nothing at all like the prey he’s supposed to be. He dips his head to claim your lips with his and it’s exactly like the first time he did this. You’re swept off your feet and before you can even think straight again you’re the one pinned to the wall, your lips still connected in a heated kiss. You try to come up with something witty, but your mind has gone blank. And when he sinks on his knees, opening your zipper with his teeth and lips, evoking a first moan from you, teasing you once again, you know why your so addicted to his lips.
Pairing: JaeChun
Rating: PG-15 for implications
Genre: errr...smut-ish? ^^;;
Warnings: boy x boy love
Author's note: Inspired by this pic:
Can't believe I actually wrote this.. *hides*
You have always been enticed by Jaejoong’s lips, right from the moment you first saw him, the way his tongue sneaks out to wet them, how they always look shiny whether he wears lip gloss or not. And ever since he first kissed you, things have only gotten worse.
He smirks at you, sitting on the ground in the practice room, enjoying a few minutes of break from studying a new dance routine, absentmindedly playing with the microphone in his hands. Today you all dance with mics, since your next performance is going to be live.
You raise your brow questioningly, but his smirk only widens and he gets up as your dancing instructor ends the break with a wave of his hands. Somehow you feel that Jae has something up his sleeve
You watch him dance, trying not to mess up your steps and once more your gaze is drawn to his lush, pink lips, how they move with the lyrics and you think what else those lips can do. You bite your own lips in the futile attempt to think something nonsexual, but certain images keep popping up in your head and finally you stumble over your own two feet, resulting in your dance instructor chiding you for not paying attention.
Jaejoong grins, almost wickedly - does he fucking read thoughts - and there’s his tongue again, sneaking around the shaft of the mic teasingly, without anyone noticing but you. You just barely manage not to choke on your own saliva, but your feet are in your way again. This time you land flat on your butt, Jaejoong hiding his laughter behind one hand, the others only rolling their eyes at you, while you have to face your instructor’s wrath once again. When he is done with you, you turn your gaze to Jae again. Fucking tease you mouth silently, in English, since he does understand those two words by now, and he only laughs again, a dark promise glowing his eyes.
Half an hour later the five of you shuffle out of the practice room and you sigh in relief since nobody seemed to have noticed that your sweatpants have grown considerably tighter ever since Jae started to toy with his mic. You take your time with changing clothes, carefully hiding your arousal and telling Changmin, Yunho and Junsu to just go ahead and order dinner, you’ll be coming right after them.
Right after the door closes behind them, you turn the lock and pin Jaejoong to the wall next to it, a growl rumbling in low your throat. The older man is smirking again, nothing at all like the prey he’s supposed to be. He dips his head to claim your lips with his and it’s exactly like the first time he did this. You’re swept off your feet and before you can even think straight again you’re the one pinned to the wall, your lips still connected in a heated kiss. You try to come up with something witty, but your mind has gone blank. And when he sinks on his knees, opening your zipper with his teeth and lips, evoking a first moan from you, teasing you once again, you know why your so addicted to his lips.