The Great Escape 1/?
title: The Great Escape
part: 1/?
pairing: ot5, with undertones of Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu
rating: NC-17
genre: smut, drama, romance
warnings: mature themes including: explicit sex and foreplay, kinks, double penetration
summary: In seven hours, TVXQ would be announcing their hiatus. And he would be damned if he let the last seven hours of TVXQ be nothing more than an awkward silence. No, he had a much grander plan in mind...
Yoochun is the first one to take his clothes off, but there's no surprise there. He had always been the one to walk around the door naked as the day he was born, to the point where even Jaejoong would hit the back of his head and ask him to at least present himself decently. He sits cross legged on the plush white carpet, holding his ankles with his hands and gazing at the other four passively. The surprise comes when Junsu slowly brings his hand up to unbutton his shirt, letting it fall from one shoulder, to the next, before he's slipping it down his chest and it pools on the red couch. He blushes profoundly and starts climbing out of his pants and boxers (they're white, with little dolphins on the side, squeaking “으컁컁!” - no doubt they were a gift from a fan.) His front is a good view but Yoochun admires his backside with a small smile; it's not as if he can get a good look at Junsu's dick with the way he's shyly covering himself with his hands.
He has the feeling that Junsu only stripped so Yoochun wouldn't be alone in his nakedness. Oh well, it's a good enough excuse for him, so he leans over and cups the curve of Junsu's ass, eliciting the sweetest of gasps from his younger bandmate.
“That is messed up,” Yunho says, but he doesn't try and stop them. It's their last day together, after all. Most likely the last time they'd be together in months, possibly years. In seven hours their manager would be calling them to attend a press conference to announce his, Jaejoong, and Junsu's lawsuit against SM Entertainment... and then security would wheel them away and all they would have left is memories. Precisely.
Changmin is eagerly reaching for his belt, his eyes hungry as he blatantly stares at Junsu's ass and Yoochun's hardening cock. “I want somebody to suck me off,” he grins, “and by somebody I mean Jaejoong... hyung.”
Jaejoong's nose crinkles and he grips Yunho's arm tightly. They're both sitting on the couch, Yunho's eyes trailing down Changmin's chest. He bites his lip when Jaejoong talks, “we're not doing this. Right, Yunho?” and he sounds so sure of himself that Yoochun stifles a laugh. With the way Yunho's eyes are narrowing just at the sight of some bare skin, he doubts the older male has any thoughts of leaving.
“Err,” their leader stutters, “I don't know, Jaejoongie...” And then he makes Jaejoong's jaw drop by pulling off his tight black shirt, throwing it behind him at the wall. His muscles flex and he puts a hand on Jaejoong's shoulder. “This is our last...” he gulps and braces himself. “It's our last day together.”
“You don't know that!” Jaejoong protests loudly, but everybody ignores him. Junsu is whimpering rather loudly and Yoochun reluctantly pulls away from him, making his way over to Yunho. He cups the front of his hyung's jeans with a smirk.
“Jae,” Yoochun says softly, and his best friend turns to him with a fierce, resistant look on his face. Again he suppresses the urge to chuckle. “It's not like you haven't slept with us before -”
Jaejoong's face burns and he flickers his gaze between the hand on Yunho's pants and the wall. “That was... that was different! That was special,” he murmurs softly.
“Except for me,” Yoochun hears Yunho whisper under his breath and suddenly he takes off his pants, rolling onto the floor. Jaejoong looks completely scandalized and he stays rooted in his seat, making no move to leave nor get up himself.
He's about to open his mouth again when a yelp resounds in the room. He looks over his shoulder to see Changmin hoisting Junsu up onto his lap, his long fingers prodding at Junsu's mouth.
“The little slut is already hard,” Changmin says, mouth moving down Junsu's neck. He's humping against the others ass, content in the way his fingers stretch the tight hole that clenches around them. “Lube, anyone? Or would you prefer... dry?” A wicked smile passes his lips, something he no doubt picked up from too many late nights with Heechul and Kyuhyun.
“L-Lube,” Junsu says breathlessly.
“I can't watch,” Jaejoong says with a groan; he hides his face in his arms before deeming them unfit and grabbing Yunho's arm, hiding his face in the curve of Yunho's neck. They've never slept together, Yoochun knows this for a fact, after all the nights of Jaejoong coming to his apartment with tears tracking down his face, pleading and wondering why Yunho didn't want his body. It was usually those nights that they would wake up with spoiled sheets and ridiculous headaches.
Yoochun winks at Yunho and the other frowns. Jaejoong probably doesn't want to join in because he doesn't want to share Yunho; it's fucked up and sort of insane how possessive Jaejoong is when Yunho and him haven't even kissed before. But he's also sure that both of them would completely change their attitudes if they just hurried up and made out. They had to break sometime.
Fun for him until they did, then.
040112
a/n: probably the first fanfiction i've written in the past year with actual capitalization. hm, english isn't my first language and my beta decided to not answer me after constant nagging, so the grammar in this may not be a+ worthy. nor am i the most poetic of people... i just wanted to write ot5 smut, really. i'll post this in short parts (i like churning out fast, short updates rather than long, ridiculously slow ones) and the next one should be up soon~! c: comments are much appreciated and questions even more so. have a lovely day!
part: 1/?
pairing: ot5, with undertones of Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu
rating: NC-17
genre: smut, drama, romance
warnings: mature themes including: explicit sex and foreplay, kinks, double penetration
summary: In seven hours, TVXQ would be announcing their hiatus. And he would be damned if he let the last seven hours of TVXQ be nothing more than an awkward silence. No, he had a much grander plan in mind...
Yoochun is the first one to take his clothes off, but there's no surprise there. He had always been the one to walk around the door naked as the day he was born, to the point where even Jaejoong would hit the back of his head and ask him to at least present himself decently. He sits cross legged on the plush white carpet, holding his ankles with his hands and gazing at the other four passively. The surprise comes when Junsu slowly brings his hand up to unbutton his shirt, letting it fall from one shoulder, to the next, before he's slipping it down his chest and it pools on the red couch. He blushes profoundly and starts climbing out of his pants and boxers (they're white, with little dolphins on the side, squeaking “으컁컁!” - no doubt they were a gift from a fan.) His front is a good view but Yoochun admires his backside with a small smile; it's not as if he can get a good look at Junsu's dick with the way he's shyly covering himself with his hands.
He has the feeling that Junsu only stripped so Yoochun wouldn't be alone in his nakedness. Oh well, it's a good enough excuse for him, so he leans over and cups the curve of Junsu's ass, eliciting the sweetest of gasps from his younger bandmate.
“That is messed up,” Yunho says, but he doesn't try and stop them. It's their last day together, after all. Most likely the last time they'd be together in months, possibly years. In seven hours their manager would be calling them to attend a press conference to announce his, Jaejoong, and Junsu's lawsuit against SM Entertainment... and then security would wheel them away and all they would have left is memories. Precisely.
Changmin is eagerly reaching for his belt, his eyes hungry as he blatantly stares at Junsu's ass and Yoochun's hardening cock. “I want somebody to suck me off,” he grins, “and by somebody I mean Jaejoong... hyung.”
Jaejoong's nose crinkles and he grips Yunho's arm tightly. They're both sitting on the couch, Yunho's eyes trailing down Changmin's chest. He bites his lip when Jaejoong talks, “we're not doing this. Right, Yunho?” and he sounds so sure of himself that Yoochun stifles a laugh. With the way Yunho's eyes are narrowing just at the sight of some bare skin, he doubts the older male has any thoughts of leaving.
“Err,” their leader stutters, “I don't know, Jaejoongie...” And then he makes Jaejoong's jaw drop by pulling off his tight black shirt, throwing it behind him at the wall. His muscles flex and he puts a hand on Jaejoong's shoulder. “This is our last...” he gulps and braces himself. “It's our last day together.”
“You don't know that!” Jaejoong protests loudly, but everybody ignores him. Junsu is whimpering rather loudly and Yoochun reluctantly pulls away from him, making his way over to Yunho. He cups the front of his hyung's jeans with a smirk.
“Jae,” Yoochun says softly, and his best friend turns to him with a fierce, resistant look on his face. Again he suppresses the urge to chuckle. “It's not like you haven't slept with us before -”
Jaejoong's face burns and he flickers his gaze between the hand on Yunho's pants and the wall. “That was... that was different! That was special,” he murmurs softly.
“Except for me,” Yoochun hears Yunho whisper under his breath and suddenly he takes off his pants, rolling onto the floor. Jaejoong looks completely scandalized and he stays rooted in his seat, making no move to leave nor get up himself.
He's about to open his mouth again when a yelp resounds in the room. He looks over his shoulder to see Changmin hoisting Junsu up onto his lap, his long fingers prodding at Junsu's mouth.
“The little slut is already hard,” Changmin says, mouth moving down Junsu's neck. He's humping against the others ass, content in the way his fingers stretch the tight hole that clenches around them. “Lube, anyone? Or would you prefer... dry?” A wicked smile passes his lips, something he no doubt picked up from too many late nights with Heechul and Kyuhyun.
“L-Lube,” Junsu says breathlessly.
“I can't watch,” Jaejoong says with a groan; he hides his face in his arms before deeming them unfit and grabbing Yunho's arm, hiding his face in the curve of Yunho's neck. They've never slept together, Yoochun knows this for a fact, after all the nights of Jaejoong coming to his apartment with tears tracking down his face, pleading and wondering why Yunho didn't want his body. It was usually those nights that they would wake up with spoiled sheets and ridiculous headaches.
Yoochun winks at Yunho and the other frowns. Jaejoong probably doesn't want to join in because he doesn't want to share Yunho; it's fucked up and sort of insane how possessive Jaejoong is when Yunho and him haven't even kissed before. But he's also sure that both of them would completely change their attitudes if they just hurried up and made out. They had to break sometime.
Fun for him until they did, then.
040112
a/n: probably the first fanfiction i've written in the past year with actual capitalization. hm, english isn't my first language and my beta decided to not answer me after constant nagging, so the grammar in this may not be a+ worthy. nor am i the most poetic of people... i just wanted to write ot5 smut, really. i'll post this in short parts (i like churning out fast, short updates rather than long, ridiculously slow ones) and the next one should be up soon~! c: comments are much appreciated and questions even more so. have a lovely day!