Wrong Number - Chapter One
Title: Wrong Number
Chapter: 1/?
Characters: YunHo, JaeJoong, ChangMin, YooChun, JunSu, KangIn, SiWon, HeeChul, DongHae, HanKyung
Pairings: YunJae (main), JaeMin, JaeChun, JaeSu, JaeChul, HanJoong, Jae/random men, YooSu, HanChul (yes, JaeJoong is a total slut in this, he just turned out that way! I didn’t plan it)
Summary: Jung YunHo and Kim JaeJoong live for the thrill of life, and are part of a criminal organisation which specialises in bank heists and high profile robberies. Park YooChun and Kim JunSu are two cops set on catching the gang, but they soon get pulled in further than they’d ever had guessed. Will they to fall into the seduction of a life of crime, or will they capture the gang before there are any more murders?
JaeJoong smirked as he was forcefully shoved against a wall with peeling paint that would have once been a creamy white; now just a smoky gray/yellow shadow of itself. The thumping music of the club was muffled in the back corridor, enabling JaeJoong to hear every lustful gasp that left the man’s mouth before him.
Pulling the other flush against himself, JaeJoong connected their lips in a bruising kiss, tongues fought for dominance and teeth clashed together, there was nothing sweet about it, just raw animalistic lust.
Neither man wasted any time with niceties, hands slipping under clothes, grabbing onto rock hard erections, gripping firmly, pumping each other.
Their lips parted, pants leaving their mouths as pleasure built. The man grabbed JaeJoong by his upper arms and spun him around, so that he was facing the blank wall.
“Lube?”
JaeJoong shivered as the voice, husky from lust, ghosted across his ear.
“Right jacket pocked.” He replied, slightly breathless in anticipation. He rested his palms on the wall as his tight fitted jeans and boxes were pushed down to his ankles, and a hand searched his pocket for lube. “Never go anywhere without it.”
For a few moments all that was heard was a rustling of clothes, then without warning a slicked finger entered JaeJoong. He lowered his head and pushed back against the digit, hungry for more. “Fuck, I ain’t a damn virgin, get on with it already.” He growled out.
A few muttered words, but JaeJoong paid no attention to them, nor to the sound of approaching footsteps (he didn’t give a fuck who saw them, so long as this basted hurried up and gave him what he wanted). The finger left and JaeJoong waited for it to be replaced by the guys already weeping member. Then he waited a little longer. Frustrated at the idiots incompetence JaeJoong opened his mouth to snap at him, but was silenced with the sound of flesh hitting flesh and a grunt of pain.
He turned his head just enough the see the man who was about to fuck him (what was his name again? Had he even bothered to ask? Probably not.) on the floor clutching a hand to his already bruising face. However, he only had a fleeting glance before he was pinned back to the wall and the second man’s dick shoved roughly inside him, shooting jolts of pain throughout his body. A warm mouth bit harshly at his neck and JaeJoong chuckled. He knew that touch anywhere.
The man behind him pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, causing JaeJoong’s hips thrust into the wall. He groaned again. The pain just as erotic to him as the pleasure. Another thrust as rough as the first and JaeJoong clawed at the wall, trying to find something to grasp onto as the pain and pleasure ripped through his body. He groaned and urged the man on, more, harder, fuck!
This is what sex is, hard, fast, brutal, none of that lovey-dovey shit in women’s romance novels. It was pure animal need. And JaeJoong fucking loved it.
A mouth bit down onto his neck, hard, enough to break the skin and JaeJoong leaned into the touch as a wet tongue darted out and swept over the abused area, erasing the small spots of blood that had creped up and leaving a trail of saliva on his soft skin.
The man’s hips continued to thrust, and JaeJoong spread his legs wider, taking him in as deep as possible, till the dick was buried all the way in his arse and balls slapped against him.
The man’s hands took a hold of the tops of JaeJoong’s arms, nails digging in, and holding tight enough to leave dark bruises.
JaeJoong moaned, removing one hand from the wall and bringing it down to his dick, pulling and stroking, running his thumb over the tip before giving himself a full hard stroke. Behind him, the man’s breathing quickened and his thrusts lost all rhythm; they were both so fucking close. The man lost it first, shoving hard into JaeJoong as he came, riding out his orgasm with lazy thrusts.
JaeJoong followed immediately after, come filling him further, muscles clenching, causing the man behind him to moan again as the muscles in his arse tightened around the dick still buried in him.
As soon as their highs were over, the man pulled out and JaeJoong pulled up his tight jean trousers that left little to the imagination. He turned to face ChangMin, who was tucking himself away and looking sated. The man he’d punched was long gone.
“Yunnie’s not gonna be happy about you fucking me again.” JaeJoong snickered, pawing at ChangMin’s chest.
ChangMin knocked his hand away, and turned to begin walking down the corridor, not sparing JaeJoong a second glance. “Well, if you weren’t such a fucking slut I wouldn’t have fucked you. …In fact, I shouldn’t now, God know what diseases a whore like you has.”
JaeJoong went after him, following the younger man down the hall. “What do you mean whore? I don’t charge." JaeJoong smirked. "And I only fuck clean guys, so no worries Minnie.” (Well, ok, maybe he didn’t check with the guy ChangMin got rid of. But at least forty-five percent of the time he check’s.)
The younger man didn’t bother gracing him with an answer, merely continued on, leading JaeJoong back into the heart of the club and thumping music. They passed and weaved though the dancing, sweaty bodies to the booths at the back. Quickly finding YunHo sat with KangIn and SiWon, ChangMin slid into the booth besides SiWon; while JaeJoong placed himself on YunHo’s lap, eagerly locking lips him with and grinding down against him.
“You need to put your pet on a shorter fucking leash YunHo, or neuter it” ChangMin commented, watching JaeJoong move against the other man. “He was about to let some lowlife sucker fuck him.”
JaeJoong draped himself over YunHo, arms loosely wrapping around his neck, lips close enough to YunHo’s that they brushed together with every word. “No worries though, Minnie got rid of him and fucked me himself.”
YunHo shot ChangMin a dark look over JaeJoong’s shoulder, and ChangMin sneered back. “What? With the way he is, who wouldn’t?”
“Keep your fucking hands off him in the future unless you want to loose them.” YunHo snarled, and ChangMin put his hands up in surrender.
“Whatever man,” before mumbling quietly to himself “like I’d want to touch that dirty slut again.”
KangIn coughed loudly and purposefully, gaining everyone but JaeJoong’s attention (who was now nipping and lapping at YunHo’s neck). “If you’re done, we did actually come here to talk about business, not YunHo’s slut of a boyfriend.” He gave YunHo and ChangMin cold looks, before turning his dark eyes to SiWon who’d been sitting calmly through it all. “Everything ready for tomorrow?”
SiWon nodded, pushing black rimmed glasses further up his nose. “Yes, HeeChul has gotten a job as a bank teller; DongHae and HanKyung are working security as planned. There have been no problems and should all go smoothly.”
“Good,” KangIn nodded. “Everything went cleanly with you YunHo, no prints, nothing to lead the deaths back to you?”
YunHo nodded. HeeChul, DongHae and HanKyung were able to quickly secure jobs in the bank due to a very unfortunate ‘accident’ involving a bank teller and two security guards, courtesy of YunHo.
Reaching over the table, KangIn ripped JaeJoong from YunHo, much to the pale man’s annoyance, and he let his feelings be known by biting KangIn on the arm.
“Ow! You little fucker!” KangIn cussed, shaking his arm. “Are you a person or a fucking dog you bastard?!”
Sniggering, JaeJoong settled back into YunHo’s lap, but kept his eyes on KangIn, letting the man know he had his attention.
“You know what you’re doing in this plan?” KangIn questioned him, scowl on his face.
“Course I do, I’m not an idiot.” JaeJoong scoffed. The other man immediately fell from his attention with that and JaeJoong slipped under the table, nimble fingers easily gripping YunHo’s fly and pulling it open, bringing out YunHo’s half hard cock, JaeJoong wasted no time swallowing him, deep-throating him with practised ease.
JaeJoong’s mind may only ever be on sex and pleasure, but he was still damn good with his job, and the other’s new that.
“Tomorrow then, five o’clock.” SiWon said simply.
“Tomorrow.” KangIn agreed.
Beneath the table, JaeJoong hummed his agreement, sending pleasant vibrations along YunHo’s dick, causing the taller man to moan aloud, uncaring for their audience.
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Officer Park YooChun rubbed the bridge of his nose between two fingers tiredly, frustrated beyond belief.
JunSu sighed and handed his partner a cup of coffee. “You really should get some sleep Chunnie. You can’t work if you exhaust yourself.”
“I can’t sleep, not now,” YooChun mumbled, giving JunSu and grateful smile before taking a sip from the cup. “They’ve already robbed five banks, five Su. I know their planning another heist soon. I just need to figure out when and where, and I have a hunch about the place...”
JunSu sighed and sat down besides YooChun, scanning over the files he was reading. U-Know, KangIn, ShiWon and Choi Kang. Four people they knew where involved, and most likely headed the gang of criminals. They didn’t really know much about them, not even their real names, or if they were their real names (minus U-Know, obviously an alias). They had a picture of who they suspected U-Know to be, however, it had been taken from a low-budget black and white security camera, and the photographed man’s face was fuzzy and blurred. No way near clear enough to give them a good idea of what the man looked like.
YooChun groaned out in frustration, he was getting nowhere!
“Who are these people?” JunSu asked, picking up a trio of photo’s from beneath U-Know’s (too thin for his liking) file.
YooChun glanced over to see what JunSu was looking at. “Lee Hae Won, Kim Bon Hwa and Im Chung Hee, all of them worked at Seoul City Bank. They died in a car accident three days ago.”
Still holding the pictures (a young women, looked to be her mid twenty’s, bright smile and pretty face. A middle aged man, looked like the typical family man. The final guy old looking, he’d probably been set to retire soon.) JunSu looked once again at the bad quality picture of the suspected U-Know. He then looked back to his partner. “You think the deaths were U-Know’s work?”
“Yeah. They were just to clean; suspiciously clean if you ask me.” YooChun nodded, already pouring through another file. “We need to check out Seoul City Bank.”
He moved to get up, and JunSu sighed, pulling him back down. “Not now Chuunie, it’s almost four in the morning. I want to catch these guys just as much as you, but we can’t go in there tired and half-focused. Go home, get something to eat, take a long shower and get some rest. We’ll go tomorrow. I’ll meet you at the bank, four thirty in the afternoon.”
Neither man could have predicted the situation they’d soon land themselves in.
Chapter: 1/?
Characters: YunHo, JaeJoong, ChangMin, YooChun, JunSu, KangIn, SiWon, HeeChul, DongHae, HanKyung
Pairings: YunJae (main), JaeMin, JaeChun, JaeSu, JaeChul, HanJoong, Jae/random men, YooSu, HanChul (yes, JaeJoong is a total slut in this, he just turned out that way! I didn’t plan it)
Summary: Jung YunHo and Kim JaeJoong live for the thrill of life, and are part of a criminal organisation which specialises in bank heists and high profile robberies. Park YooChun and Kim JunSu are two cops set on catching the gang, but they soon get pulled in further than they’d ever had guessed. Will they to fall into the seduction of a life of crime, or will they capture the gang before there are any more murders?
JaeJoong smirked as he was forcefully shoved against a wall with peeling paint that would have once been a creamy white; now just a smoky gray/yellow shadow of itself. The thumping music of the club was muffled in the back corridor, enabling JaeJoong to hear every lustful gasp that left the man’s mouth before him.
Pulling the other flush against himself, JaeJoong connected their lips in a bruising kiss, tongues fought for dominance and teeth clashed together, there was nothing sweet about it, just raw animalistic lust.
Neither man wasted any time with niceties, hands slipping under clothes, grabbing onto rock hard erections, gripping firmly, pumping each other.
Their lips parted, pants leaving their mouths as pleasure built. The man grabbed JaeJoong by his upper arms and spun him around, so that he was facing the blank wall.
“Lube?”
JaeJoong shivered as the voice, husky from lust, ghosted across his ear.
“Right jacket pocked.” He replied, slightly breathless in anticipation. He rested his palms on the wall as his tight fitted jeans and boxes were pushed down to his ankles, and a hand searched his pocket for lube. “Never go anywhere without it.”
For a few moments all that was heard was a rustling of clothes, then without warning a slicked finger entered JaeJoong. He lowered his head and pushed back against the digit, hungry for more. “Fuck, I ain’t a damn virgin, get on with it already.” He growled out.
A few muttered words, but JaeJoong paid no attention to them, nor to the sound of approaching footsteps (he didn’t give a fuck who saw them, so long as this basted hurried up and gave him what he wanted). The finger left and JaeJoong waited for it to be replaced by the guys already weeping member. Then he waited a little longer. Frustrated at the idiots incompetence JaeJoong opened his mouth to snap at him, but was silenced with the sound of flesh hitting flesh and a grunt of pain.
He turned his head just enough the see the man who was about to fuck him (what was his name again? Had he even bothered to ask? Probably not.) on the floor clutching a hand to his already bruising face. However, he only had a fleeting glance before he was pinned back to the wall and the second man’s dick shoved roughly inside him, shooting jolts of pain throughout his body. A warm mouth bit harshly at his neck and JaeJoong chuckled. He knew that touch anywhere.
The man behind him pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, causing JaeJoong’s hips thrust into the wall. He groaned again. The pain just as erotic to him as the pleasure. Another thrust as rough as the first and JaeJoong clawed at the wall, trying to find something to grasp onto as the pain and pleasure ripped through his body. He groaned and urged the man on, more, harder, fuck!
This is what sex is, hard, fast, brutal, none of that lovey-dovey shit in women’s romance novels. It was pure animal need. And JaeJoong fucking loved it.
A mouth bit down onto his neck, hard, enough to break the skin and JaeJoong leaned into the touch as a wet tongue darted out and swept over the abused area, erasing the small spots of blood that had creped up and leaving a trail of saliva on his soft skin.
The man’s hips continued to thrust, and JaeJoong spread his legs wider, taking him in as deep as possible, till the dick was buried all the way in his arse and balls slapped against him.
The man’s hands took a hold of the tops of JaeJoong’s arms, nails digging in, and holding tight enough to leave dark bruises.
JaeJoong moaned, removing one hand from the wall and bringing it down to his dick, pulling and stroking, running his thumb over the tip before giving himself a full hard stroke. Behind him, the man’s breathing quickened and his thrusts lost all rhythm; they were both so fucking close. The man lost it first, shoving hard into JaeJoong as he came, riding out his orgasm with lazy thrusts.
JaeJoong followed immediately after, come filling him further, muscles clenching, causing the man behind him to moan again as the muscles in his arse tightened around the dick still buried in him.
As soon as their highs were over, the man pulled out and JaeJoong pulled up his tight jean trousers that left little to the imagination. He turned to face ChangMin, who was tucking himself away and looking sated. The man he’d punched was long gone.
“Yunnie’s not gonna be happy about you fucking me again.” JaeJoong snickered, pawing at ChangMin’s chest.
ChangMin knocked his hand away, and turned to begin walking down the corridor, not sparing JaeJoong a second glance. “Well, if you weren’t such a fucking slut I wouldn’t have fucked you. …In fact, I shouldn’t now, God know what diseases a whore like you has.”
JaeJoong went after him, following the younger man down the hall. “What do you mean whore? I don’t charge." JaeJoong smirked. "And I only fuck clean guys, so no worries Minnie.” (Well, ok, maybe he didn’t check with the guy ChangMin got rid of. But at least forty-five percent of the time he check’s.)
The younger man didn’t bother gracing him with an answer, merely continued on, leading JaeJoong back into the heart of the club and thumping music. They passed and weaved though the dancing, sweaty bodies to the booths at the back. Quickly finding YunHo sat with KangIn and SiWon, ChangMin slid into the booth besides SiWon; while JaeJoong placed himself on YunHo’s lap, eagerly locking lips him with and grinding down against him.
“You need to put your pet on a shorter fucking leash YunHo, or neuter it” ChangMin commented, watching JaeJoong move against the other man. “He was about to let some lowlife sucker fuck him.”
JaeJoong draped himself over YunHo, arms loosely wrapping around his neck, lips close enough to YunHo’s that they brushed together with every word. “No worries though, Minnie got rid of him and fucked me himself.”
YunHo shot ChangMin a dark look over JaeJoong’s shoulder, and ChangMin sneered back. “What? With the way he is, who wouldn’t?”
“Keep your fucking hands off him in the future unless you want to loose them.” YunHo snarled, and ChangMin put his hands up in surrender.
“Whatever man,” before mumbling quietly to himself “like I’d want to touch that dirty slut again.”
KangIn coughed loudly and purposefully, gaining everyone but JaeJoong’s attention (who was now nipping and lapping at YunHo’s neck). “If you’re done, we did actually come here to talk about business, not YunHo’s slut of a boyfriend.” He gave YunHo and ChangMin cold looks, before turning his dark eyes to SiWon who’d been sitting calmly through it all. “Everything ready for tomorrow?”
SiWon nodded, pushing black rimmed glasses further up his nose. “Yes, HeeChul has gotten a job as a bank teller; DongHae and HanKyung are working security as planned. There have been no problems and should all go smoothly.”
“Good,” KangIn nodded. “Everything went cleanly with you YunHo, no prints, nothing to lead the deaths back to you?”
YunHo nodded. HeeChul, DongHae and HanKyung were able to quickly secure jobs in the bank due to a very unfortunate ‘accident’ involving a bank teller and two security guards, courtesy of YunHo.
Reaching over the table, KangIn ripped JaeJoong from YunHo, much to the pale man’s annoyance, and he let his feelings be known by biting KangIn on the arm.
“Ow! You little fucker!” KangIn cussed, shaking his arm. “Are you a person or a fucking dog you bastard?!”
Sniggering, JaeJoong settled back into YunHo’s lap, but kept his eyes on KangIn, letting the man know he had his attention.
“You know what you’re doing in this plan?” KangIn questioned him, scowl on his face.
“Course I do, I’m not an idiot.” JaeJoong scoffed. The other man immediately fell from his attention with that and JaeJoong slipped under the table, nimble fingers easily gripping YunHo’s fly and pulling it open, bringing out YunHo’s half hard cock, JaeJoong wasted no time swallowing him, deep-throating him with practised ease.
JaeJoong’s mind may only ever be on sex and pleasure, but he was still damn good with his job, and the other’s new that.
“Tomorrow then, five o’clock.” SiWon said simply.
“Tomorrow.” KangIn agreed.
Beneath the table, JaeJoong hummed his agreement, sending pleasant vibrations along YunHo’s dick, causing the taller man to moan aloud, uncaring for their audience.
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Officer Park YooChun rubbed the bridge of his nose between two fingers tiredly, frustrated beyond belief.
JunSu sighed and handed his partner a cup of coffee. “You really should get some sleep Chunnie. You can’t work if you exhaust yourself.”
“I can’t sleep, not now,” YooChun mumbled, giving JunSu and grateful smile before taking a sip from the cup. “They’ve already robbed five banks, five Su. I know their planning another heist soon. I just need to figure out when and where, and I have a hunch about the place...”
JunSu sighed and sat down besides YooChun, scanning over the files he was reading. U-Know, KangIn, ShiWon and Choi Kang. Four people they knew where involved, and most likely headed the gang of criminals. They didn’t really know much about them, not even their real names, or if they were their real names (minus U-Know, obviously an alias). They had a picture of who they suspected U-Know to be, however, it had been taken from a low-budget black and white security camera, and the photographed man’s face was fuzzy and blurred. No way near clear enough to give them a good idea of what the man looked like.
YooChun groaned out in frustration, he was getting nowhere!
“Who are these people?” JunSu asked, picking up a trio of photo’s from beneath U-Know’s (too thin for his liking) file.
YooChun glanced over to see what JunSu was looking at. “Lee Hae Won, Kim Bon Hwa and Im Chung Hee, all of them worked at Seoul City Bank. They died in a car accident three days ago.”
Still holding the pictures (a young women, looked to be her mid twenty’s, bright smile and pretty face. A middle aged man, looked like the typical family man. The final guy old looking, he’d probably been set to retire soon.) JunSu looked once again at the bad quality picture of the suspected U-Know. He then looked back to his partner. “You think the deaths were U-Know’s work?”
“Yeah. They were just to clean; suspiciously clean if you ask me.” YooChun nodded, already pouring through another file. “We need to check out Seoul City Bank.”
He moved to get up, and JunSu sighed, pulling him back down. “Not now Chuunie, it’s almost four in the morning. I want to catch these guys just as much as you, but we can’t go in there tired and half-focused. Go home, get something to eat, take a long shower and get some rest. We’ll go tomorrow. I’ll meet you at the bank, four thirty in the afternoon.”
Neither man could have predicted the situation they’d soon land themselves in.