Warm Embraces [Oneshot]
Title: Warm Embraces [Oneshot]
Author: Siriusmoonpup
Pairing: Yoosu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yoochun twisted his ankle - what fun can he have then?
Author's Note: Wow I haven't written anything in so long. I hope you guys aren't disappointed with this. And LOL i didnt even plan to have a smut so it kinda just wrote itself. Mm I think this is like my third smut for Yoosu o.o. Anyyyway~ I hope you have fun reading it <3 It's for Yoochun's birthday ^__^ since it's still June 4th over where I live haha.
Quotebacks and comments are equally loved.
Happy Birthday, Yoochun-ah! <3
Warm Embraces
Yoochun sighed and sat down on the couch, hugging the pillow to his chest as he surveyed the dead silent house. It sucked to be home alone, but what can he do about it? He frowned and stared down at the reason he was stuck inside while everyone else was out there in the real world - his twisted ankle.
What fail. Like seriously. How the hell did it happen?
He frowned and slid sideways until he hit the arm of the couch before sliding down and stretching his lithe body across the rest of the couch.
One moment he was dancing like a free bird and then the next, bam, he was on the floor.
He glared down at his foot. “Stupid,” he muttered. He moved to kick said injured leg against the other end of the couch. When the pain shot up his foot, he winced and whimpered.
“What are you doing now?”
Yoochun glanced up and glared in the direction of the usually soothing voice. “Pouting the rest of my life away.”
“Loser.” Junsu smirked and leaned against the doorway leading from the front door to their living room. “Who would want to pout their life away?”
“I do. Now shut up and let me die in peace.”
Junsu rolled his eyes and walked towards the clump lying on the couch. “Scoot, you pile of bones.” He swatted at Yoochun’s uninjured leg.
Yoochun pulled his legs up before dropping them down on the other man’s lap when he settled onto the couch. “Excuse me, but I’m quite sexy for a pile of bones. And don’t lie! I know you want me.” Yoochun smirked slowly. “I have it on tape.”
Junsu stopped in the midst of massaging his lover’s legs. “I thought you promised to throw that tape away, hm?” Junsu frowned and pushed at the legs trapping him on the couch.
Yoochun scrambled to sit up and reached out to grab onto Junsu’s wrist. “Su-babeeeee, forgive me?” He pouted more. “It was hot?”
“Hot is not a reason to keep it.”
Yoochun stared.
“Yoochun.” Junsu pulled his wrist out of his boyfriend’s grip and turned around to stare down at the older man.
Yoochun stared back.
“Give me the tape.”
“No.”
“Now.”
“No.”
“NOW.”
“IT WAS HOT.” Yoochun whined. He fell back onto the couch, stretching out on his stomach.
“Yoochun!” Junsu huffed and stared down at Yoochun. He frowned, crossed his arms, and moved to sit on the man’s lower back. “Give. It. Back. Now.” He emphasized each word with a little bounce on Yoochun’s back, smirking when he heard grunts come from the other man.
“Jun.Su.” Yoochun groaned. “Ow.”
Junsu blinked and stopped, turning around to look at Yoochun’s ankle. “Are you okay?” He leaned forward until his face was next to Yoochun’s.
Yoochun turned and leaned forward, swiping his tongue across Junsu’s. “Yum.” He grinned when Junsu’s worried face transformed into an indignant one.
Junsu blushed and pushed back up until he was upright. “Stupid.” He muttered and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Yoochun smiled and turned around so that Junsu was sitting on his stomach. He sneaked a hand up the slim, tight thighs. “Mm…”
Junsu froze and stared down at his boyfriend. “Oh no.” He frowned and moved to stand up. “You’re injured, don’t even think about it.” He grunted when he was pulled back down.
Yoochun licked his lips and tilted his head, staring into Junsu’s eyes. “If I promise to give you back the tape, can we make another one?” He smiled innocently as a hand snuck up Junsu’s black button-up top.
Junsu shook his head. “Yoochun, think about it. You’re injured. We can do this after you heal, okay?”
Yoochun shrugged and continued running his hand up Junsu’s shirt while his free hand continued up Junsu’s thigh to his belt. “Kay.”
Junsu stared at his hands before attempting to swat them away. “ ‘Kay’ does not equate to you continuing on your merry way into my pants.”
“Okay.” Yoochun smiled gleefully when he started popping the shirt’s buttons out of their holdings.
“Yoochun!”
“Yes?”
“Stop.”
“Okay.”
Junsu sighed and stared at Yoochun. “Stop.”
“Okay.” Yoochun smiled and pushed up until he was aligned with Junsu’s neck. “Mm…” He hummed softly in his throat when his lips rested against the smooth skin.
Junsu shivered, his hands inching up until they rested against Yoochun’s chest. “I said, ‘stop.” He muttered, but sighed when Yoochun’s lips started moving. His body sagged against his boyfriend’s, relaxing finally from weeks of exhausting work as they all attempted to pick up the slack from the lack of Yoochun’s presence.
Yoochun grinned when he felt his Junsu’s body relax - he knew the man needed this as much as he did. Slowly running his hands back up to Junsu’s chest, Yoochun finished unbuttoning the shirt until he could finally run his hands up and down Junsu’s bared chest. “Just relax, babe.” He smirked when he heard the sigh and the final tensions of Junsu’s body leave.
“We can’t do this though…” Junsu muttered, his chin resting on Yoochun’s shoulder. He turned his head to lay small butterfly kisses on the other man’s jaw.
“And may I ask, why not?” Yoochun raised an eyebrow. His hands traveled down to Junsu’s pants.
“You’re injured and in no condition to…” Junsu cleared his throat. “…Move.”
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find a way around that.” Yoochun grinned and squeezed Junsu’s hips, delivering a short thrust against them, a sigh escaping his parted lips. It’s been a while since either of them had any fun.
“We can’t.” Junsu pouted, yet despite his words, his body arched into Yoochun’s thrusts.
“Mm…what did you say?” Yoochun grinned and pulled Junsu’s clothed hips down against his again, grunting.
“We umm…” Junsu shook his head and pushed Yoochun down onto the couch. “Shut up, Yoochun-ah.” Giving his lips a quick lick, Junsu moved to slam their lips together in a fusion of sexual frustrations left pent up for weeks.
Yoochun purred and wrapped his arms around Junsu’s neck, tilting his head just so. “I would gladly do so.” He murmured when they parted for a few seconds, his hands moving down Junsu’s back to his behind, giving it a small squeeze - just hard enough to excite.
Junsu bit his lip and moved on his way to strip the clothed man of his coverings. “Mmhmm…I thought so.” He rolled his body and grinded his hips down on Yoochun’s - he always knew his body could do some amazing movements.
Placing his hands on Junsu’s hips to help him measure the thrusts, Yoochun pulled away from their small kisses to bite gently on the exposed collarbone. He sucked hard enough until a small bruise showed up. “I knew you would find a way.” His hands flew to Junsu’s pants to work their magic - removing it in a matter of seconds.
Junsu pouted. “How come I’m naked and you’re not?” He moved down Yoochun’s legs to pull at the tight jeans.
“Cause I’m just that much better.” Yoochun chuckled and smiled proudly when Junsu shook his head. He moved his hips up slightly to help Junsu remove his pants. Resting his weight on his good leg, Yoochun squirmed his way out of the black skinny jeans. “Happy now?” He stared at Junsu until the other man hummed an affirmative.
“Yup.” Junsu climbed back onto Yoochun’s hips, rolling his hips slowly.
“Stop teasing.” Yoochun patted Junsu’s hips quickly. “Work it, Su-ah.”
Junsu snorted and chuckled breathlessly as he sped up his pace. He shivered when he felt the older man harden against him.
Closing his eyes, Yoochun breathed in deeply through his mouth and concentrated on the hard slamming of Junsu’s hips against his own. He reached out blindly until he had a grip on the man’s hips, helping him into a smoother rhythm.
“Wh-where’s the lube?” Junsu breathed out.
Yoochun opened his eyes and glanced around. He knew Jaejoong always kept a good-sized bottle around here somewhere for his random romps that he thought no one ever knew about. Pushing his hand under the couch’s mats, Yoochun moved his hand around until he found the small bottle. He pulled his hand out and showed the bottle to his boyfriend.
Junsu raised his eyebrow. “Did we ever keep lube around the couch?”
Yoochun shook his head as he poured a good amount onto Junsu’s hand. “Not ours. Jaejoong’s.”
Junsu blinked. “Should I know why it’s here?”
“I think you would rather not.” Yoochun chuckled.
“Oh god.” Junsu wrinkled his nose before moving his hand behind him.
“Need help?”
Junsu shook his head. “I got it.”
Yoochun sneaked his hand around Junsu’s waist until it rested against his lower back. “You sure?” He rubbed small circles into the tanned skin.
Junsu grunted when he slipped in a finger, sucking in a quick breath. “Yeah…”He continued with how Yoochun always used to prepare him - one finger, two, three…finished. He pulled his fingers out and looked down at Yoochun’s erection. Wrapping his slick fingers around it, Junsu doused it with a good amount before guiding Yoochun to his entrance.
“Shit.” Yoochun breathed, staring at Junsu’s ministrations - it’s been a heck of a long time. He sucked in a sharp breath and held onto it in anticipations. He groaned when he finally penetrated the familiar warmth. “Shit, it’s been too long.”
Junsu nodded, no words escaping his lips.
Yoochun looked up, lines of worry outlining his forehead. “You okay, Su-baby?” He caressed the soft cheek.
Junsu nodded and sighed softly. “It’s been a little while.” He murmured, starting to move slowly at first.
Yoochu nodded in understanding, his hands moving in soft caresses across Junsu’s body. “Take your time.”
Junsu smirked. “You say that, but I bet you don’t want me to.” He chuckled.
“I’m just trying to be a good boy for you, babe.”
Junsu laughed and started speeding up, moving his body up and down. He met Yoochun’s small thrusts with a hard slam. Groaning, he threw his head back as his body heated up. “Too long.” He whimpered.
Yoochun grunted in agreement. He attempted to thrust as he could without using both legs. Keeping his hands on Junsu’s hips, he steadied the younger man’s movements. “Damn, Su.” He sucked in a sharp breath when Junsu slammed down extra hard.
Junsu shook his head, not able to concentrate on forming any words besides the soft grunts that escaped his lips from time to time. He squeezed his eyes shut when Yoochun’s hands wrapped around his own erection. Placing his hand on top of Yoochun’s hand, Junsu squeezed it tighter around his erection.
Yoochun licked his lips and stared up at the image before him - Junsu, hot and bothered. Using both his legs for once, Yoochun slammed up into Junsu roughly, his hands squeezing hard on Junsu’s hips as he came.
Junsu shivered and let out a small cry when he came a few seconds after his boyfriend. Slumping forward, he allowed Yoochun to wrap his sweaty arms around him. He closed his eyes, exhausted from their recent activities.
Yoochun sighed and ran his hand through Junsu’s hair. “I can’t believe I didn’t catch that on tape.” He muttered.
Junsu snorted before the small noise transformed into a soft laugh. “I’m amazed you can still think right now.”
Yoochun smirked. “Thank you for assisting me in screwing your brains out, my love.”
Junsu shook his head. “Greasy.”
“I love you?”
“Yeah. I know.” Junsu murmured, his eyes settled on the plump pair of lips before he pushed his against them. “I love you too.”
Yoochun hummed softly, at a loss for words at the simple, but serious statement.
Junsu smiled. “I always loved making you speechless.” He grinned and burrowed his head into Yoochun’s neck.
“Shut up.” Yoochun chuckled before he blew a soft, “I love you. No, I really do,” into the other’s ear.
Junsu smiled and just settled into the warm embrace - not caring about the sweat surrounding them, the pain that was to come tomorrow morning, or the loud exclamations from his members.
Author: Siriusmoonpup
Pairing: Yoosu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yoochun twisted his ankle - what fun can he have then?
Author's Note: Wow I haven't written anything in so long. I hope you guys aren't disappointed with this. And LOL i didnt even plan to have a smut so it kinda just wrote itself. Mm I think this is like my third smut for Yoosu o.o. Anyyyway~ I hope you have fun reading it <3 It's for Yoochun's birthday ^__^ since it's still June 4th over where I live haha.
Quotebacks and comments are equally loved.
Happy Birthday, Yoochun-ah! <3
Warm Embraces
Yoochun sighed and sat down on the couch, hugging the pillow to his chest as he surveyed the dead silent house. It sucked to be home alone, but what can he do about it? He frowned and stared down at the reason he was stuck inside while everyone else was out there in the real world - his twisted ankle.
What fail. Like seriously. How the hell did it happen?
He frowned and slid sideways until he hit the arm of the couch before sliding down and stretching his lithe body across the rest of the couch.
One moment he was dancing like a free bird and then the next, bam, he was on the floor.
He glared down at his foot. “Stupid,” he muttered. He moved to kick said injured leg against the other end of the couch. When the pain shot up his foot, he winced and whimpered.
“What are you doing now?”
Yoochun glanced up and glared in the direction of the usually soothing voice. “Pouting the rest of my life away.”
“Loser.” Junsu smirked and leaned against the doorway leading from the front door to their living room. “Who would want to pout their life away?”
“I do. Now shut up and let me die in peace.”
Junsu rolled his eyes and walked towards the clump lying on the couch. “Scoot, you pile of bones.” He swatted at Yoochun’s uninjured leg.
Yoochun pulled his legs up before dropping them down on the other man’s lap when he settled onto the couch. “Excuse me, but I’m quite sexy for a pile of bones. And don’t lie! I know you want me.” Yoochun smirked slowly. “I have it on tape.”
Junsu stopped in the midst of massaging his lover’s legs. “I thought you promised to throw that tape away, hm?” Junsu frowned and pushed at the legs trapping him on the couch.
Yoochun scrambled to sit up and reached out to grab onto Junsu’s wrist. “Su-babeeeee, forgive me?” He pouted more. “It was hot?”
“Hot is not a reason to keep it.”
Yoochun stared.
“Yoochun.” Junsu pulled his wrist out of his boyfriend’s grip and turned around to stare down at the older man.
Yoochun stared back.
“Give me the tape.”
“No.”
“Now.”
“No.”
“NOW.”
“IT WAS HOT.” Yoochun whined. He fell back onto the couch, stretching out on his stomach.
“Yoochun!” Junsu huffed and stared down at Yoochun. He frowned, crossed his arms, and moved to sit on the man’s lower back. “Give. It. Back. Now.” He emphasized each word with a little bounce on Yoochun’s back, smirking when he heard grunts come from the other man.
“Jun.Su.” Yoochun groaned. “Ow.”
Junsu blinked and stopped, turning around to look at Yoochun’s ankle. “Are you okay?” He leaned forward until his face was next to Yoochun’s.
Yoochun turned and leaned forward, swiping his tongue across Junsu’s. “Yum.” He grinned when Junsu’s worried face transformed into an indignant one.
Junsu blushed and pushed back up until he was upright. “Stupid.” He muttered and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Yoochun smiled and turned around so that Junsu was sitting on his stomach. He sneaked a hand up the slim, tight thighs. “Mm…”
Junsu froze and stared down at his boyfriend. “Oh no.” He frowned and moved to stand up. “You’re injured, don’t even think about it.” He grunted when he was pulled back down.
Yoochun licked his lips and tilted his head, staring into Junsu’s eyes. “If I promise to give you back the tape, can we make another one?” He smiled innocently as a hand snuck up Junsu’s black button-up top.
Junsu shook his head. “Yoochun, think about it. You’re injured. We can do this after you heal, okay?”
Yoochun shrugged and continued running his hand up Junsu’s shirt while his free hand continued up Junsu’s thigh to his belt. “Kay.”
Junsu stared at his hands before attempting to swat them away. “ ‘Kay’ does not equate to you continuing on your merry way into my pants.”
“Okay.” Yoochun smiled gleefully when he started popping the shirt’s buttons out of their holdings.
“Yoochun!”
“Yes?”
“Stop.”
“Okay.”
Junsu sighed and stared at Yoochun. “Stop.”
“Okay.” Yoochun smiled and pushed up until he was aligned with Junsu’s neck. “Mm…” He hummed softly in his throat when his lips rested against the smooth skin.
Junsu shivered, his hands inching up until they rested against Yoochun’s chest. “I said, ‘stop.” He muttered, but sighed when Yoochun’s lips started moving. His body sagged against his boyfriend’s, relaxing finally from weeks of exhausting work as they all attempted to pick up the slack from the lack of Yoochun’s presence.
Yoochun grinned when he felt his Junsu’s body relax - he knew the man needed this as much as he did. Slowly running his hands back up to Junsu’s chest, Yoochun finished unbuttoning the shirt until he could finally run his hands up and down Junsu’s bared chest. “Just relax, babe.” He smirked when he heard the sigh and the final tensions of Junsu’s body leave.
“We can’t do this though…” Junsu muttered, his chin resting on Yoochun’s shoulder. He turned his head to lay small butterfly kisses on the other man’s jaw.
“And may I ask, why not?” Yoochun raised an eyebrow. His hands traveled down to Junsu’s pants.
“You’re injured and in no condition to…” Junsu cleared his throat. “…Move.”
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find a way around that.” Yoochun grinned and squeezed Junsu’s hips, delivering a short thrust against them, a sigh escaping his parted lips. It’s been a while since either of them had any fun.
“We can’t.” Junsu pouted, yet despite his words, his body arched into Yoochun’s thrusts.
“Mm…what did you say?” Yoochun grinned and pulled Junsu’s clothed hips down against his again, grunting.
“We umm…” Junsu shook his head and pushed Yoochun down onto the couch. “Shut up, Yoochun-ah.” Giving his lips a quick lick, Junsu moved to slam their lips together in a fusion of sexual frustrations left pent up for weeks.
Yoochun purred and wrapped his arms around Junsu’s neck, tilting his head just so. “I would gladly do so.” He murmured when they parted for a few seconds, his hands moving down Junsu’s back to his behind, giving it a small squeeze - just hard enough to excite.
Junsu bit his lip and moved on his way to strip the clothed man of his coverings. “Mmhmm…I thought so.” He rolled his body and grinded his hips down on Yoochun’s - he always knew his body could do some amazing movements.
Placing his hands on Junsu’s hips to help him measure the thrusts, Yoochun pulled away from their small kisses to bite gently on the exposed collarbone. He sucked hard enough until a small bruise showed up. “I knew you would find a way.” His hands flew to Junsu’s pants to work their magic - removing it in a matter of seconds.
Junsu pouted. “How come I’m naked and you’re not?” He moved down Yoochun’s legs to pull at the tight jeans.
“Cause I’m just that much better.” Yoochun chuckled and smiled proudly when Junsu shook his head. He moved his hips up slightly to help Junsu remove his pants. Resting his weight on his good leg, Yoochun squirmed his way out of the black skinny jeans. “Happy now?” He stared at Junsu until the other man hummed an affirmative.
“Yup.” Junsu climbed back onto Yoochun’s hips, rolling his hips slowly.
“Stop teasing.” Yoochun patted Junsu’s hips quickly. “Work it, Su-ah.”
Junsu snorted and chuckled breathlessly as he sped up his pace. He shivered when he felt the older man harden against him.
Closing his eyes, Yoochun breathed in deeply through his mouth and concentrated on the hard slamming of Junsu’s hips against his own. He reached out blindly until he had a grip on the man’s hips, helping him into a smoother rhythm.
“Wh-where’s the lube?” Junsu breathed out.
Yoochun opened his eyes and glanced around. He knew Jaejoong always kept a good-sized bottle around here somewhere for his random romps that he thought no one ever knew about. Pushing his hand under the couch’s mats, Yoochun moved his hand around until he found the small bottle. He pulled his hand out and showed the bottle to his boyfriend.
Junsu raised his eyebrow. “Did we ever keep lube around the couch?”
Yoochun shook his head as he poured a good amount onto Junsu’s hand. “Not ours. Jaejoong’s.”
Junsu blinked. “Should I know why it’s here?”
“I think you would rather not.” Yoochun chuckled.
“Oh god.” Junsu wrinkled his nose before moving his hand behind him.
“Need help?”
Junsu shook his head. “I got it.”
Yoochun sneaked his hand around Junsu’s waist until it rested against his lower back. “You sure?” He rubbed small circles into the tanned skin.
Junsu grunted when he slipped in a finger, sucking in a quick breath. “Yeah…”He continued with how Yoochun always used to prepare him - one finger, two, three…finished. He pulled his fingers out and looked down at Yoochun’s erection. Wrapping his slick fingers around it, Junsu doused it with a good amount before guiding Yoochun to his entrance.
“Shit.” Yoochun breathed, staring at Junsu’s ministrations - it’s been a heck of a long time. He sucked in a sharp breath and held onto it in anticipations. He groaned when he finally penetrated the familiar warmth. “Shit, it’s been too long.”
Junsu nodded, no words escaping his lips.
Yoochun looked up, lines of worry outlining his forehead. “You okay, Su-baby?” He caressed the soft cheek.
Junsu nodded and sighed softly. “It’s been a little while.” He murmured, starting to move slowly at first.
Yoochu nodded in understanding, his hands moving in soft caresses across Junsu’s body. “Take your time.”
Junsu smirked. “You say that, but I bet you don’t want me to.” He chuckled.
“I’m just trying to be a good boy for you, babe.”
Junsu laughed and started speeding up, moving his body up and down. He met Yoochun’s small thrusts with a hard slam. Groaning, he threw his head back as his body heated up. “Too long.” He whimpered.
Yoochun grunted in agreement. He attempted to thrust as he could without using both legs. Keeping his hands on Junsu’s hips, he steadied the younger man’s movements. “Damn, Su.” He sucked in a sharp breath when Junsu slammed down extra hard.
Junsu shook his head, not able to concentrate on forming any words besides the soft grunts that escaped his lips from time to time. He squeezed his eyes shut when Yoochun’s hands wrapped around his own erection. Placing his hand on top of Yoochun’s hand, Junsu squeezed it tighter around his erection.
Yoochun licked his lips and stared up at the image before him - Junsu, hot and bothered. Using both his legs for once, Yoochun slammed up into Junsu roughly, his hands squeezing hard on Junsu’s hips as he came.
Junsu shivered and let out a small cry when he came a few seconds after his boyfriend. Slumping forward, he allowed Yoochun to wrap his sweaty arms around him. He closed his eyes, exhausted from their recent activities.
Yoochun sighed and ran his hand through Junsu’s hair. “I can’t believe I didn’t catch that on tape.” He muttered.
Junsu snorted before the small noise transformed into a soft laugh. “I’m amazed you can still think right now.”
Yoochun smirked. “Thank you for assisting me in screwing your brains out, my love.”
Junsu shook his head. “Greasy.”
“I love you?”
“Yeah. I know.” Junsu murmured, his eyes settled on the plump pair of lips before he pushed his against them. “I love you too.”
Yoochun hummed softly, at a loss for words at the simple, but serious statement.
Junsu smiled. “I always loved making you speechless.” He grinned and burrowed his head into Yoochun’s neck.
“Shut up.” Yoochun chuckled before he blew a soft, “I love you. No, I really do,” into the other’s ear.
Junsu smiled and just settled into the warm embrace - not caring about the sweat surrounding them, the pain that was to come tomorrow morning, or the loud exclamations from his members.