Cakes, Tailors and Slutty Fiancees
Title: Cakes, Tailors and Slutty Fiancees
Pairing: yoosu
Lenght:oneshot
Genre: smut, fluff
Rating: NC-17
Summary: ...Cakes, tailors and slutty fiancees.
this was personal smut for peachinlabel but she wanted to share this with you all, thats how much she loves you and yoosu k.
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Yoochun found it incredibly ironic how they were holding hands, but still not touching. Their gloved hands were a thorn in his eyes, making his frustration grow with every glance.
His dick was pretty much hard all day, every day and he knew Junsu was feeling exactly the same way. But what could he do? His fiancée believed in tradition. No sex before marriage. Starting from the day Yoochun had proposed. Oh yeah, before the proposal everything was fine, their sex life was great, amazing even. They were completely in sync, completely comfortable with each other and never too embarrassed to ask for what they wanted.
If Yoochun knew it was going to be like this, he would have at least have made sure that the ceremony was as soon as possible. But the second they had announced their engagement, their mothers had taken everything into their own hands, which Yoochun was happy about at first.
At first, before his dick started hurting. They slept in PJs, when they used to sleep in their underwear or even nothing at all. They made out until their jaws started cramping. Teenagers. They were teenagers again.
“That looks nice.” Junsu said and squeezed his hand. Yoochun looked at the shop window they had stopped in front of and peeked to see what Junsu was referring to.
“The white one?” Yoochun asked.
“Well, yeah,” Junsu said.
“We’re getting our suits made,” Yoochun reminded him. “We’re visiting a tailor next week.”
“Right,” Junsu said. “I’m excited about that, are you?”
“Look at my face; don’t I look super excited for you?” Yoochun snorted and started walking again.
It wasn’t until they reached a new street Junsu said something.
“If it was up to me, we wouldn’t be doing all these, you know that.”
“And I’m not blaming you. I just wish those old ladies would speed things up. Like you said, if it was up to us, we’d be married three times already. I’m horny, Junsu. Really.”
Junsu burst out laughing, and pulled him closer. “You’re not the only one. You think I like how things are now?”
“I just don’t get what’s wrong with a blowjob. A handjob even. Grinding, Junsu, I just want to get off with you.” Yoochun knew he was whining. They had the conversation before and it always ended in a long make out session, but nothing more. In other words, no help. And seeing that they were on the streets at that moment meant that even that wasn’t going to happen.
“Think of it this way,” Junsu started, “It’s only another two weeks. After that we have three weeks in Spain to do whatever we want. And I mean whatever.”
Yoochun liked the sound of that, but that didn’t make his frustration any less. If anything he got even hornier. The idea of fucking under the Spanish sun did not leave his cock alone until they finally reached their destination.
They were supposed to have lunch with their mothers. But when they looked up at the name of the store they were in front of and saw what was going on inside, they realised they had been tricked.
“I thought they were going to do this themselves,” Junsu frowned. “Shit, I really don’t feel like doing this.”
“I can’t believe they did this. I thought they were okay with taking care of everything. We told them we didn’t care.”
Sighing loudly, they pushed open the doors to the bakery and entered.
“You’re here,” Yoochun’s mother greeted them first. “Sit down, boys. We ordered the first batch already. All you have to do is taste them all and choose the one you liked best.”
“Couldn’t be simpler,” Junsu’s mother added.
“Not that we don’t appreciate you setting all this up for us,” Junsu started, “But weren’t you two doing well by yourselves?”
“We were doing great,” Mrs Kim answered. “But we didn’t feel right choosing the wedding cake, sweetie. You should do that yourself.”
Yoochun and Junsu exchanged looks before reluctantly sitting down at the table that was already set up for the four of them.
“They specialise in wedding cakes-”
Their mothers were talking, talking like they always did. Yoochun and Junsu took off their coats, gloves and scarves, zoning out on their mothers’ chitchat.
“Let’s try to make this fast, okay?” Junsu mumbled and out a hand on Yoochun’s back.
“And then go home and watch movies all night?” Yoochun smiled and leaned in. He put their foreheads together before moving back again.
Twenty-three flavours of cake later they finally decided on a white chocolate with lemon twist, three layer cake. They had tried to go for the very first cake they tasted. It tasted good and that’s all they wanted.
Their mothers weren’t that easy to please. They kept ordering and now that they were satisfied with the decision they let them go for a small break.
“Now that we’re early, you should choose the flower arrangement too,” Yoochun’s mother had said. No was not an option.
“Yoochun, I really don’t want to do this,” Junsu whispered when their mothers went to the ladies’ room.
Yoochun scooped up a thick layer of whipped cream with his finger and held it up to Junsu’s mouth. Junsu automatically opened up and Yoochun slid his finger inside. He watched Junsu’s lips close around it and felt his tongue dart over it, longer than was really necessary.
Yoochun pulled his finger and slowly scooped up more cream and moved it up to his mouth again. Junsu already opened up, but Yoochun had other ideas.
He passed his creamed finger against Junsu’s neck and smirked.
“Why would you look at that?” He said. “We should clean that off before your clothes get all dirty and sticky.”
He looked around the store to see if there was anyone coming, before leaning in and licking up the cream on Junsu’s neck.
Junsu giggled, but waited until he was done before pushing him back.
“What’s going to happen if they came back and see us licking each other?” He asked.
“I don’t know,” Yoochun shrugged. “Maybe they’ll send us away. Let’s lick more.”
“This is why I love you,” Junsu chuckled.
“Enough to strip for me when we get home?”
Junsu rolled his eyes and Yoochun said, “I mean, I love you too. I’d totally strip for you if you asked. Are you asking?”
“You’re having a conversation with yourself again,” Junsu hummed.
“Junsu, I want you.”
“I want you too, baby, but it’s only another two weeks. We’ve pulled through for a month and a half-”
“Fine,” Yoochun sighed. “Just two more weeks. I’m going to the bathroom.”
Yoochun wasn’t mad as much as he was disappointed.
He hadn’t noticed Junsu following him until he pushed open the bathroom door and realised if didn’t immediately close behind him.
Junsu’s arm slid around his waist and he tugged at the hem of Yoochun’s shirt.
“If you just stop teasing, we’ll get through these last weeks and go crazy in Spain. Are you going to stop teasing now?”
“Hell no,” Yoochun snorted and backed up against Junsu’s crotch. “Do you know how tight I am right now, Junsu? After almost two months, I bet I feel like a virgin again.”
The only warning before Yoochun felt his crotch get grabbed was a loud growl.
“Yes,” Yoochun moaned and doubled over.
“Fuck, Yoochun, I hate you,” Junsu groaned and forcefully tugged at Yoochun’s pants.
They came down together with his underwear in one swift movement and without pause Junsu smacked his ass hard.
Yoochun’s moan resonated against the tiles in the bathroom, bringing him back to reality a bit.
“We have to make this fast,” He panted and turned around. He unbuttoned and unzipped Junsu’s jeans before falling to his knees and sloppily sucking on his fiancée’s dick.
He prepared himself at the same time, not wasting a second of this wonderful moment.
Yoochun had missed the taste, the feeling, the sensation. I had been too long, way too long.
Junsu’s fingers threaded with his hair, tugging and pushing softly.
Yoochun pushed into himself as deeply as he could, moaning around Junsu’s cock.
He knew it drove him crazy.
“God, babe, are you done with yourself?” Junsu asked, and Yoochun let his cock slip out of his mouth.
“Let’s do this,” Yoochun breathed.
They moved to the nearest wall and Yoochun pressed his palms against it and pushed his ass back.
He felt Junsu’s cock rub against it and shivered.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Junsu panted as he pressed into him. “That time in the dressing room was supposed to be the last time.”
“Fuck, we’ll never stop, you know that,” Yoochun managed to bring out before Junsu started thrusting like only that perfect pelvis could.
He went fast and hard, so hard that Yoochun knew he was going to have trouble afterwards. Did he care? Absolutely not, totally worth it times ten million.
And there it was, Junsu hit it and he hit it hard. “Right there,” He panted. “Right there, right there, right there...” He hummed and wrapped his hand around his own throbbing cock.
“I’m coming,” He warned, and Junsu sped up his pace.
“Almost there,” Junsu panted, “Oh fuck!”
Yoochun felt his fiancée’s cum squirt into him and go limp soon after. Two more strokes and Yoochun was cumming with him, glazing his hand with his own sperm.
Still panting, Junsu slipped out of him and sat down on the floor.
“We’re not picking out flowers because I ate too much cake and don’t feel very well,” Yoochun panted. “How is that?”
“Convincing,” Junsu chuckled and tugged himself back into his pants. “Tonight is movie night.”