Inferno (Part 1)
Title: Inferno (Part 1)
Author: Shriya_4
Pairing: YunJaeMin
Genre: Romance, Smut, Drama, Humor, University!AU
Rating: NC-17
Length: Two-Shot (Approx. 7000 words)
Warning: Language, Threesomes
Summary: Yunho and Jaejoong. Their presence made him feel like they’d trapped him in an inferno.
A/N: This fic is for jasexists and Trishy ( @mysekushiboo) who were incredibly thirsty for a creamy Jaejoong sandwich.
Jaejoong and Yunho loved looking at the Shim boy.
There was something ethereal about him...
The boy had pale, almost translucent skin; bright, big eyes and soft, pink, chapped lips that did nothing to stop Jaejoong from biting into Yunho’s neck with a soft groan.
Being final years at university didn’t dissuade them both from finding the second year attractive.
Yunho had claimed that two years ago he himself had been a child, far more innocent than he’d turned out to be now.
Jaejoong and Yunho had started dating around then and the older one wondered if Yunho was implying that Jaejoong had stolen his innocence.
Junsu had called the boy “jailbait”...
Yoochun had scoffed and said, “He’s only two years younger than us and he’s not jailbait at nineteen.”
Yunho had smiled a secret smile, while Shim Changmin had glanced at them from across the quad and assessed them with observing eyes.
Jaejoong’s breathing hitched and he dug his nails into Yunho’s back.
“I want him.”
“So do I.”
Yunho watched Jaejoong unravel under him, each hard thrust causing the older of the two to keen and arch his neck back in desperate acceptance.
“Who are you thinking about?” Yunho murmured against the other’s ear, relishing the feeling of Jaejoong’s fingers digging painfully into his thighs as if trying to hold Yunho inside for as long as humanly possible.
“Y-you,” the older muttered, breath stuttering to the rhythm of his hips and his lips slick with lies.
“Liar” Yunho muttered, turning him over and onto his knees, “You’re thinking about being fucked by me and Changmin together, aren’t you? You want us both to take you apart piece by piece, my hands on your hips, his wound tightly in your hair, his sharp tongue cutting through your lying, slutty bullshit. You want him to manhandle you the way he manhandles everything, you want him to treat you the way you deserve to be treated, you want him to ruin you because you want him to love you, don’t you?
Jaejoong sobbed into the pillow as the burn from Yunho’s thrusts and words sent him tumbling over the edge, Changmin’s and Yunho’s names tumbling from his mouth reverently.
Jaejoong dropped on to his side and pulled Yunho down by his neck to place thirsty, soft kisses against the other’s lips, “I love you, Yunho, I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” the other mumbled, calming his boyfriend down by trailing long fingers down his spine.
“What are we going to do?”
“We’re going to get him and we’re going to keep him.”
Changmin sighed miserably as he rested his head against his open textbook, the backs of his eyes throbbing as he shrugged off another all-nighter.
He turned his head to the side, ignoring Kyuhyun and Minho’s relentless chatter next to him and gazed across the cafeteria at a table occupied by four seniors.
He’d seen them watching him, dissecting him with their eyes.
It was okay though; he’d done the same to them.
Jung Yunho, student body president, teacher’s pet, possibly the only person at this institution with an above average IQ and one of the best taekwondo athletes in the country. He was set for the Olympics.
Kim Jaejoong, resident bad boy. Or so everyone said. Reasonable grades, above average badminton player, majoring in music, excellent cook, Jung Yunho’s long-term boyfriend who loved alcohol as much as Christians loved Jesus. He had the voice of a rock god and the fan following to back it.
Kim Junsu, one of the most talented members of the university’s world-class theatre group. He possessed a debatably low IQ, a voice of an angel, alcohol tolerance of a four-year-old child, was the boyfriend of Park Yoochun as well as captain of the university’s football team. He was an overachiever in everything that didn’t have anything to do with using his brain.
Finally, Park Yoochun. He was the resident prankster with the emotional range of the Pacific Ocean; the teachers hated him so much they loved him. Nothing was known about his IQ, but he did well enough in his classes to not warrant being expelled. Majoring in acting and composing, the man was as enigmatic as they came. He was also Changmin’s first crush.
Which, by the by, tanked and burned the second he’d set eyes on his friends.
Yunho and Jaejoong.
Their presence made him feel like they’d trapped him in an inferno.
He wondered if they ever saw him looking at them.
Or how they’d ever missed it.
Kyuhyun shook his arm and pulled him away from his observations to tell him that they were heading to the library.
He nodded slowly, trying not to jar his throbbing head.
The exit was located at the far end of the cafeteria, where the seniors sat; and Changmin shuddered at the thought of being in close proximity to their assessing stares.
He didn’t like the feeling of never touching things he found fascinating or never being able to take them apart to see exactly how they ticked.
It hurt his intellectual sensibilities.
He reached over and picked up his backpack, hyper aware that his sudden movement had caused two pairs of eyes to turn towards him.
He felt their stares as he made his way to the exit, his fingers tapping restlessly against the strap of his backpack, his eyes squinting against any and all light.
Just as he passed their table, he felt soft fingers latch onto his wrist in a steel like grip.
It was almost predictable.
Changmin kept his gaze forward even when Kyuhyun and Minho looked to see what was happening with twin expressions of confusion.
“Take this,” the voice said while slipping a pill into his palms, “it’ll help with the headache.”
Changmin didn’t know what had come over him but he turned and looked down into the gorgeous doe eyes, “I guess dealing with hangovers everyday keeps you prepared for situations like this, huh?”
There was a flash of something in Jaejoong’s eyes. Anger? Lust?
He hoped it was both.
“Just say ‘thank you’, and leave,” a warm voice said from behind him and he turned to find Yunho looking at him - considering, “Do we need to teach you how to talk to your seniors?”
Changmin felt his breath hitch and he turned away from both of them, “Thank you but no thank you.”
He watched Kyuhyun gape at him, while Minho looked like he was going to have a seizure being around these many seniors.
He felt a strong arm go around his waist and gasped as he was pulled back against what he assumed was Yunho’s chest - it was strong and firm - and Changmin wanted to sink into it and never leave.
“You don’t always have to fight people, Changmin,” the other’s voice whispered against his ear.
“Some of us aren’t out to hurt you...”
Changmin grit his teeth and pulled away, storming past his friends and out the doors.
Fuck if they hadn’t seen him watching them.
They’d been waiting for him to come close enough to catch.
“Snarky, Bastard,” Jaejoong whimpered as he threw his head back, fingers twined in Yunho’s hair as the other sucked him off.
Yunho hummed and Jaejoong yelled.
“Can’t even, say a simple ‘thank you’, with-without making it seem like he’s getting h-his teeth pulled out. God, Yunho.”
Yunho pulled off with a lewd slurp and looked up at his wrecked boyfriend, “You could always bring him to his knees and keep him quiet. It works with me.”
Jaejoong yanked Yunho back around his dick and clenched his teeth.
“Finish up.”
Yunho’s eyes crinkled up in a smile and he pushed down completely, gag reflex be damned.
Getting a rise out of Jaejoong was always that easy.
He wondered if sucking Changmin off would be just as satisfying.
He hoped so.
He always loved letting his control go.
Jaejoong slumped down onto the dirty floor after he came, leaning back against the bathroom stall as Yunho leaned back over him to place soft kisses along the column of his neck.
“You okay?” he asked softly, reaching up to trail fingers along Yunho’s throat.
“Never better,” the other muttered, reaching to intertwine their fingers before leaning down to place a soft kiss against their hands.
“Sometimes I wonder if I make you think and feel things you don’t want to. That you get....caught up...in this fantasy I’ve made up in my head and you’re going along with it just to make me happy.”
Yunho laughed, bending Jaejoong’s head back as far as it would go before slipping his tongue into the other’s mouth.
Jaejoong moaned spreading his knees apart to allow Yunho to come as close as he could get, before whining when the other pulled away.
“You could never make me do something I didn’t want to do. You, him, there’s something so perfect about it. I like him, he brings out something in both of us that drives us that little bit crazy...and it’s amazing.”
Jaejoong leaned over and grabbed Yunho into a tight hug, before kissing the other on his shoulder, “You’re perfect...you’re amazing.”
“I know.”
Changmin tried hard not to roll his eyes at the professor, as the man droned on and on about something that had nothing to do with what they were supposed to be doing.
He honestly did not give a fuck about the man’s children or his wife or his dog or his anything. He wasn’t working his ass off to keep his scholarship so that the man could use his students as therapists.
He nudged Kyuhyun with his elbow before mouthing that he was leaving and slid quietly out of the bench and out of the lecture theatre.
He walked along the corridor, wondering whether he should head back to the dorms and skip the rest of the day or go find something to eat from the Vietnamese café near by.
Just as he was about to give in and head home, he felt someone grab hold of the sleeve of his sweater and pull him into one of the empty classrooms.
“What the fuck-?” Changmin exclaimed, yanking out of the other person’s hold and turning on them like an angry cat, only to freeze as he saw Kim Jaejoong looking at him with a smirk that could only be described as wicked.
“What do you want?” he asked, straightening out his sweater and collar, before inching backwards and towards the door.
“Why’re you skipping class?”
“Why is it any of your business?” he shot back.
Jaejoong walked forwards and cornered Changmin against the door.
“Everything you do is my business, Shim Changmin.”
“You and I don’t even talk, let alone have any say in how we live our lives. So just back off. I want to get some sleep.”
“You’re such a liar, a bigger one than I am, and that’s saying something. You’re always denying yourself what you want because you’re too fucking scared to just take it.” Jaejoong purred, bringing his mouth to rest on the side of Changmin’s jaw.
“What’re you doing?” Changmin hissed through his teeth, half scared, half desperate.
“Tasting,” the other stated simply, a huffed laugh against his skin as he brought their lips closer together.
Changmin gasped and clenched his hand against Jaejoong’s hip as the other’s tongue flicked lightly against the corner of his mouth.
Jaejoong reached down and brought their hips together, fighting back a groan as he felt Changmin’s dick pressing against his thigh.
“Your gorgeous tongue can lie all it wants, but your body is brutally honest,” the older man bit out, rotating his hips just that little bit, causing Changmin to gasp and tilt his head back, his length hardening even more.
Jaejoong reached up and angled Changmin’s head and placed sipping kiss against his mouth.
“Such a gorgeous, wide mouth,” he groaned, trying desperately not to get rougher, even while his fingers were almost pulling Changmin’s hair out of their roots.
Shrugging off his apparent lack of self-control, the older man let his tongue slip into Changmin’s mouth.
He felt Changmin’s own tongue flick hesitantly against his and pressed back even harder.
He didn’t know how many minutes had past but they just spent it clinging desperately to each other and taking whatever they could get. Their bodies moving together like well-trained fighters.
By the time Jaejoong finally pulled away, both their mouths had turned a deep angry red at being so thoroughly abused. Changmin panted, his eyes glazed as he kept staring at the other’s lips, unable to muster up the strength to run.
“You’re going to become ours, Changmin,” Jaejoong whispered as he backed away, reaching around the younger to pull open the door.
“And you’re not going to have any more will to fight.”
Changmin shuddered and slipped out the open door, his hands trembling as he ran them through his wayward hair.
He wasn’t going to come out of this okay.
They’d already baited him.
It was only a matter of time before he was hooked.
And fuck if he wasn’t thirsting for it.
Jaejoong flung himself onto his boyfriend’s bed and groaned into the pillow.
“I fucked up. I fucked up so bad.”
Yunho shook his head and straddled the other from behind, using both his thumbs to press into the others back.
“What happened?”
“I kissed him,” Jaejoong muttered, his hands fisting against the bed cover.
“And?”
“And? Yunho, what if I scared him away? Fuck, what if I ruined everything?”
“I’m sure you didn’t.”
“I mean, I just, I saw him walking down the corridor looking frustrated and tired and I just wanted to take it all away, you know?”
“So I pulled him into an empty classroom and he tried to fight me off and I couldn’t help it....he...drives me insane. We kissed and it felt so fucking good and then he left and now I don’t know if it’s ever going to happen again.”
Yunho smiled a placed a fond kiss on the back of Jaejoong’s head before sliding off of him.
“You didn’t ruin anything, Jae. If anything, I think you just made everything a lot easier.”
Jaejoong turned his head and stared at Yunho.
“You think so?”
“How about I go talk to him in his dorm room? Tell him he has a choice?”
“He doesn’t!” Jaejoong growled.
“He does, Jae. But he’s going to choose us. Nobody’s ever been able to say no to you.”
“You have. Otherwise we’d totally have had sex in the Principal’s office.”
“Jaejoong, not even satisfying you is going to make me want to get myself expelled, even though I love you more than my own life.”
“Spoil sport.”
“You love it.”
Yunho smiled at the Residence Supervisor as she handed over the keys to the rooms.
“You’re a sweetheart,” he stated, before placing a kiss against her cheek and heading off to find Changmin’s room.
“Heartbreaker...” he heard her mutter, causing him to cough into his fist.
Being the President of the union had its perks; all access was one of them.
“42A, 42B...42E, 42F,” Yunho muttered until he was standing in front of a faded blue door.
He knocked and waited for close to five minutes until he heard the music from inside turn off and feet padding their way over.
The door opened to a very ruffled Changmin gazing sleepily at him.
“I’m dreaming,” the younger muttered, shaking his head tiredly, before quietly moving to shut the door in his face.
Yunho felt a familiar tug of fondness in his chest; something he’d only ever experienced around Jaejoong; before he put a hand on the door and made his way inside.
“Not dreaming.”
Changmin dropped his head in resignation before scuffling backwards and plopping down onto his bed.
“If you’re here to beat me up about kissing your boyfriend, get it over with. It’ll just feel like reliving incredibly fond high school memories.”
Yunho choked on a laugh.
‘Was high school that bad?”
“Spent most of it trying to pretend to be something I wasn’t and the backlash was spectacular enough that I’ve been traumatised for life.”
Yunho put a hand on Changmin’s head and ruffled it even more.
“High school is like that for a lot of people. All you can do is think about the fact that you turned out to be better than most and you’re all the better for it.”
“Thanks for the pep talk, now just punch me. Avoid my nose though, I need it to breathe.”
“Okay,” Yunho agreed readily, “tilt your face up and close your eyes, that way you won’t move when I punch you.”
Changmin sighed miserably and did as he was told, his heart hurting at the fact that his second interaction with Yunho was going to end in violence. He tilted his face up and closed his eyes tight as he waited for what he believed he deserved.
Yunho tried not to coo pathetically and leaned down to press a hard kiss against Changmin’s mouth, bursting out laughing as the other let out and indignant gasp and wheeled backwards.
“What was that for?!”
“You asked me to punch you.”
“Yes! Do we need to get a dictionary out to explain what that means?!”
“But I did punch you.”
“You most certainly did not!”
“I most certainly did. With my mouth.”
Changmin stared at Yunho for a few seconds before burying his head in his hands.
“That’s just gross. So gross. Wow, how do people take you out in public?”
“Jaejoong forgets about being embarrassed when I kiss him again.”
Changmin lets out a strained laugh before going quiet, not lifting his head.
“You okay?” Yunho asked, finally moving to sit next to Changmin.
“Why are you two doing this? Is this some sort of kink that you two are working out of your systems?”
“What do you think?” the older one asked, watching Changmin curiously.
“I don’t know, and I hate not knowing. I’m not...I’m not some kind of a toy you guys can decide when to play with. I’m not stupid, I’ve seen how the two of you look at me, but I can’t-“
Changmin looked up helplessly at him, his eyes stubborn and vulnerable.
Yunho smiled; he leaned down and pressed a light kiss against Changmin’s temple before getting up.
“I think you love making the worst possible scenarios in your head. We’re not playing games with you, we’re not exploring kinks, and we’re not trying to treat you like a toy. We’re obsessed with you, every single time you move or say something, it’s like the two of us can feel every second of it. You’ve got our heads turned so far back that we can’t even straight anymore. A day hasn’t gone by in the last year and a half that we haven’t thought of you at some point or the other and we’re going crazy.”
Changmin had a look of disbelief on his face.
“Come here,” the older said, pulling him up by his shoulders and wrapping his arms around the younger’s waist.
“We like you. A lot. And we’d love for you to be a part of us. You’re so young and we don’t want to force you into something you aren’t ready for, but we’re here if you are.”
Yunho held Changmin tight, as if trying to keep him as close as possible and Changmin felt himself go completely lax, his body slumping against the other’s chest and feeling the fight leave his system.
“Perfect Jung Yunho’s perfect,” he muttered against his shoulder.
“Perfect Shim Changmin’s adorable and scared.”
Changmin smiled, and tilted his head back far enough to feel Yunho’s warm breath against his lips, “I like you more than Kim Jaejoong, leave him and come to me instead.”
Yunho smiled and leaned forward to give the other a peck on his lips, “Liar.”
“You two seem to have that in common...Calling me a liar.”
“Because you are one, but that’s okay, every other part of you is honest and that’s what matters.”
“Do you hear yourself when you talk?”
“Not often, but I’ll be all ears when I hear you moan...”
“Disgusting. Beyond disgusting.”
Yunho laughed out loud, his head thrown back.
“You have a funny laugh.”
“I do. But at least I don’t look like a harp seal when I do laugh.”
“I do not!”
“You kind of do, but I love it.”
With that, he brought their mouths together and kissed the other until Changmin couldn’t figure out what the hell they’d been talking about.
Yunho had caught Changmin.
Hook, line and sinker.
And wouldn’t Jaejoong be glad for it.
Continued: Part 2