Illicit Love 5/7?
Title: Illicit Love 5/7?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong (implied sexual situations with Jaejoong and others)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to experiment with when I write fanfics like this.
Summary: I am an only child. But at about twelve, a boy was forced to work for us, and then suddenly I had a sister named Minjae. I knew that Jaejoong was still in there, behind the beautiful long hair and dresses and corsets. Did I fall in love with her, my adopted sister, or in love with the boy who she used to be?
Warning: implied sexual situations with a minor and prostitution
A/N: Jaejoong is a boy in this fic. But in Yunho's upbringing, he was taught to call him a girl and think of him as a girl, so he refers to Jaejoong as "her" and "she". This fic is first person, from Yunho's POV. Also, I tagged this as fantasy just because the setting is like an Inn during Medieval times.
Fanart by crazyaboutchun!!!
Part 5:
We traveled for another week. Jae grew more and more adventurous, more and more like she would have been had she not been pressed into slave labor and prostitution at such a young age. Every day her smiles grew wider and her eyes burned with happiness. And her laughter made my heart ache in happiness.
We did not stop at an inn until the weather forced us, too. It had rained all day and everything we owned was splattered with mud. At this inn, I decided we would stay two days, and I paid extra to have our clothes washed. The couple who ran the inn was younger than Amara and her husband had been.
The wife, Jeena, was probably the best cook I’d had the pleasure of meeting. And her husband, Seungho was nice, and we talked business for hours the first night.
We had stopped in the middle of the week, and there was only one other guest there. Seungho seemed like he needed a man to talk to since he only had his wife and daughters.
That night, after we both bathed, again my BooJae was in a spirited mood and we played with each other all night. Her fingers found places that I didn’t even know were sensitive: the bend of my knee, just below my ribs, at the base of my neck. Her lips followed the path of her fingers. Every time I reached for her, she would frown at me, so I kept my hands over my head, fingers clutching the wooden bed frame as more and more pleasure gathered from her ministrations.
The only thing I could focus as her fingers finally curled around my erection was her smile. She whispered my name and something about this being sexy, and the timbre of her voice sliced through my pleasure and I was coming in moments, just from her teasing.
She laughed, delighted and laid her body over mine. Our lips brushed and then molded, and we kissed, keeping pace to her steady thrusts against my body. She moaned into my mouth and I shut my eyes. Unable to see her, I pictured him, the Jaejoong in my mind, the one with short hair and muscles. It was his erection that slid through the mess on my body, and it was his erection that pulsed and jerked and added more come to my skin.
“Hm, hyung, that feels so good.”
Eyes still shut, it was him that whispered that into my ear.
I hummed my agreement and then opened my eyes. My BooJae smiled at me, our lips touched for only a moment. She stood up, back to me, and again, I was conflicted. There was nothing feminine about her body. Would she be more or less beautiful as a boy? I wasn’t sure.
She grabbed a washcloth from the basin by the bed. Kneeling on the edge, she scraped it over my stomach, cleaning me off. After tossing it to the floor with other clothes, she curled into her favorite spot against my body.
“I love you, Boo,” I whispered.
I felt her smile, and she replied, “I love you, too.”
My brain was too full of conflicting ideas. I couldn’t sleep for many hours. I watched her sleep, rubbing a hand up and down her bare back, playing with her hair. She slept with a smile on her face. Something that was becoming a habit as time went on. I fell asleep with her in my arms, curled against my body so tightly.
I woke up when she moved.
She laughed softly and kissed my head. “It’s getting late in the morning,” she whispered. “Sleep more if you must, but I’m hungry.”
I pouted, but snuggled up to the pillows, unwilling to get out of bed. With half-shut eyes, I watched her body disappear behind a costume of petticoats, a dress and a bodice until a young woman stood where an awkward boy used to be. I loved them both, because they both made up who my BooJae was.
She left the room quietly and I dozed in the late morning sun. Eventually though, the pull of my bladder and the need for food dragged me out of bed. I stumbled around the room to dress, and was still rubbing sleep from my eyes as I descended the stairs to ask for something to eat.
The main hall was empty, or I thought it was.
“Please stop,” a quiet voice whimpered. “P-please.”
I spun to the right, and almost turned back after seeing a man with a woman pinned to the wall near the fire. But I recognized that blue skirt and that dark hair.
I was halfway across the room before I knew what I was doing, and then when my brain caught up with my body, I was spinning Seungho around and punching him in the face. His nose shattered under my fist. A moment later I had my arms full of a crying BooJae, her face pressed against my chest.
“What the hell?” I demanded. “Do you make a habit of forcing yourself on your guests’ wives?”
His reply was muffled, but I caught most of it.
“She came on to you?”I said, voice rising. “I highly doubt that.”
Jae shook her head against my chest.
“I’ll have you arrested for assault,” the man said, finally getting to his feet.
“And I tell your wife why your nose is bleeding,” I replied. I took Jae’s cheeks in my hands and tilted her head up. “Go pack our bags, love. We’re leaving. Right now.”
Her eyes went wide. I had a feeling that she did not want to be alone, but I silently begged her and she nodded, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. She did not look at our host and spun around me.
“You need a leash on your-“
“You want me to break something else?” I asked.
“She came on to me, practically begged me with her smile and eyes.”
“A woman is not allowed to smile at someone?”
“Not like she did.”
“I would like a refund for a night since I will not be staying here.”
“And I will decline because you broke my nose.” The man turned around and headed for the kitchen.
I clenched my fists at my sides. Part of me wanted to go after him, but I knew it would cause more problems and only Jae was important. With a snarl at his back, I turned around and went upstairs.
Jae sat on the bed, face in her hands. Her shoulders were shaking. I fell to my knees in front of her and held her tightly.
“I … I didn’t do anything,” she said. “He just-he …”
“I know, Jae. I know.”
“I don’t w-want to do this a-anymore,” she said, voice hitching.
“Do what?”
She shook her head.
I kissed her forehead. “Rest, my love. Lay down. I will gather our things.”
She nodded and fell back to the bed. I covered her with a thin sheet and then started packing. It didn’t take long. Jae had calmed down enough to follow my lead, and we left the inn without being stopped, and less than a half hour after the incident, we were on the road again. I knew Jae probably better than she knew herself, so I put all our packs on Ember and hoisted her to ride with me on Bridget. She had no complaints and we rode, with her curled in front of me, and my arms around her body.
~~♥~~♥~~♥~~
We did not stop until the sun had set and moon rose high into the skyg. There was neither a town nearby nor any shelter. The rain had stopped, but the earth was wet. I lowered Jae to the ground and she walked over to the stream. Her fingers played with the skirt, picking at it and letting it fall. I left her alone and found a relatively dry spot under a tree for our makeshift bed. I put down both saddle blankets, since they were the thickest and then softened it with our blankets and cloaks.
I watched Jae as she gathered her hair into one hand and pulled on it. A sliver of moonlight hit her neck.
“Will you cut my hair?” she whispered.
Surprised, I froze and had to swallow before answering. “If you want me to.”
“Will you still love me without it?”
“Yes.” I moved up behind her and gently moved her hand. I parted her hair into two sections, tying each with a ribbon. I braided them and tied them tightly at the end with another ribbon.
She was crying when I finished. I put my arms around her waist and held her, kissing her salty cheeks.
“Cut it off.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, just … I … I don’t want to do this anymore, Yunho.”
“Do what?” I asked, because I wanted to be clear on what she wanted and she hadn’t anwered me from before..
She struggled in my arms and I let her go. With frustrated, choppy movements, she ripped off the bodice, and pulled the dress over her head. The laces of the petticoats almost tore as she dropped each one. She gripped the shift in her hands and then paused, eyes wide, staring at me.
I smiled.
Her face fell and she turned away from me with a pained gasp.
“My love?” I questioned, going toward her.
“Cut my hair off,” she said, voice firm. “Just cut it. I don’t .. I don’t care what it looks like. Please.”
I drew my knife. “Are you-“
“Just cut it off!” she screamed. Her voice broke again.
I winced and then took one of the braids in my hand.
She covered her face, still crying, but chanting, “Do it,” softly, broken, emotional.
I twisted the length around my hand and then pressed the blade of my knife just above the ribbon where it was tied. I sawed, the hair separated under my sharp blade, tearing just like a fine tapestry.
Jae flinched, a tiny cry escaping her throat.
I quickly cut off the second braid, leaving her neck bare, and dark hair around her ears. I sheathed my knife and dropped the braids so I could hold her, but she pushed me away. I stumbled, not expecting it and she moved the few feet the bank of the stream. With a cry, she tore off the shift and then waded into the shallow stream. Her whimpers turned to sharp inhales from the cold water on skin.
Worried, I grabbed a blanket to dry her off. She moved further into the stream until the water was at her knees. Ducking low, she hissed from the cold and then ducked her head. I watched as she scrubbed her hair, her fingers going through the short lengths.
She stayed under for a long time.
Breaking the surface, she inhaled harshly, almost like a moan, and then she sagged back into the water.
After a few seconds, I dared to whisper, “Love?”
Her body froze, like she heard me, but she did not turn to me.
“The water is too cold,” I continued. “Please come out.”
“No.”
“Jae, please, it’s-“
“I don’t care. Leave me alone, just leave me alone.” Her fingers flattened the short hair where it fell against her cheeks.
“I will come in there and get you.”
She turned away from me. Her shoulder blades stuck out as she curled in on herself. The moonlight cast a heavy shadow on the ridge of her spine.
“Please, love. I don’t want you to get sick.”
Jae sighed. “I’m already sick.”
I frowned and opened my mouth and then shut it. I waited a few more minutes, and then just as I was about to pull off my boots and pull her from the water, she sighed and stood up.
In the moonlight, with her short hair and scrawny body, I once again saw a boy instead of a girl. She stumbled to the bank and fell shivering into the blanket I was holding. I quickly dried her off, pulling her toward our camp. She sat down, wrapping the blanket around her and turned away from me.
I reached for her bag to get a clean dress.
“No,” she said, voice quaking from the cold.
I met her dark eyes. Determined and frightened.
“No,” she said again. “I … burn them. I don’t want to …” She turned away, blushing.
I smiled and said. “Okay. But you have to wear something.” I yanked my bag toward me and pulled out soft underclothes and woolen breeches and a tunic.
Jae stared at the clothes like she had never seen men’s clothing before.
“Don’t watch me,” she demanded.
“Okay.” I slipped to the farthest edge of the blankets and put my back to her. My heart raced as I listened to her pull on my clothes. I had no idea what she would look like tomorrow with short hair and in men’s clothes.
The blankets moved and then stilled. I waited just a few more minutes and then turned back. She was under the blankets, and her shoulders were shaking.
“Jae,” I whispered as I moved back to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She jerked, but said nothing. I lay next to her and gathered her in my arms. Her short wet hair stuck to my cheek.
“I love you,” I whispered.
Her eyes shut tightly and she hid from me, burying her face in the blanket. Her body shook with tears. My heart ached, because I had no idea what to do or say to make her feel better. I kissed the only part of her head I could, ran my hands over her shoulders. Comforting whispers stuck in my throat. I didn’t know what to say to her. She eventually stopped crying, but neither one of us fell asleep for a long time.
Part 6: My Boy
Part 4: My Wife
Part 3: My Companion
Part 2: My Love
Part 1: My Sister
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong (implied sexual situations with Jaejoong and others)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to experiment with when I write fanfics like this.
Summary: I am an only child. But at about twelve, a boy was forced to work for us, and then suddenly I had a sister named Minjae. I knew that Jaejoong was still in there, behind the beautiful long hair and dresses and corsets. Did I fall in love with her, my adopted sister, or in love with the boy who she used to be?
Warning: implied sexual situations with a minor and prostitution
A/N: Jaejoong is a boy in this fic. But in Yunho's upbringing, he was taught to call him a girl and think of him as a girl, so he refers to Jaejoong as "her" and "she". This fic is first person, from Yunho's POV. Also, I tagged this as fantasy just because the setting is like an Inn during Medieval times.
Fanart by crazyaboutchun!!!
Part 5:
We traveled for another week. Jae grew more and more adventurous, more and more like she would have been had she not been pressed into slave labor and prostitution at such a young age. Every day her smiles grew wider and her eyes burned with happiness. And her laughter made my heart ache in happiness.
We did not stop at an inn until the weather forced us, too. It had rained all day and everything we owned was splattered with mud. At this inn, I decided we would stay two days, and I paid extra to have our clothes washed. The couple who ran the inn was younger than Amara and her husband had been.
The wife, Jeena, was probably the best cook I’d had the pleasure of meeting. And her husband, Seungho was nice, and we talked business for hours the first night.
We had stopped in the middle of the week, and there was only one other guest there. Seungho seemed like he needed a man to talk to since he only had his wife and daughters.
That night, after we both bathed, again my BooJae was in a spirited mood and we played with each other all night. Her fingers found places that I didn’t even know were sensitive: the bend of my knee, just below my ribs, at the base of my neck. Her lips followed the path of her fingers. Every time I reached for her, she would frown at me, so I kept my hands over my head, fingers clutching the wooden bed frame as more and more pleasure gathered from her ministrations.
The only thing I could focus as her fingers finally curled around my erection was her smile. She whispered my name and something about this being sexy, and the timbre of her voice sliced through my pleasure and I was coming in moments, just from her teasing.
She laughed, delighted and laid her body over mine. Our lips brushed and then molded, and we kissed, keeping pace to her steady thrusts against my body. She moaned into my mouth and I shut my eyes. Unable to see her, I pictured him, the Jaejoong in my mind, the one with short hair and muscles. It was his erection that slid through the mess on my body, and it was his erection that pulsed and jerked and added more come to my skin.
“Hm, hyung, that feels so good.”
Eyes still shut, it was him that whispered that into my ear.
I hummed my agreement and then opened my eyes. My BooJae smiled at me, our lips touched for only a moment. She stood up, back to me, and again, I was conflicted. There was nothing feminine about her body. Would she be more or less beautiful as a boy? I wasn’t sure.
She grabbed a washcloth from the basin by the bed. Kneeling on the edge, she scraped it over my stomach, cleaning me off. After tossing it to the floor with other clothes, she curled into her favorite spot against my body.
“I love you, Boo,” I whispered.
I felt her smile, and she replied, “I love you, too.”
My brain was too full of conflicting ideas. I couldn’t sleep for many hours. I watched her sleep, rubbing a hand up and down her bare back, playing with her hair. She slept with a smile on her face. Something that was becoming a habit as time went on. I fell asleep with her in my arms, curled against my body so tightly.
I woke up when she moved.
She laughed softly and kissed my head. “It’s getting late in the morning,” she whispered. “Sleep more if you must, but I’m hungry.”
I pouted, but snuggled up to the pillows, unwilling to get out of bed. With half-shut eyes, I watched her body disappear behind a costume of petticoats, a dress and a bodice until a young woman stood where an awkward boy used to be. I loved them both, because they both made up who my BooJae was.
She left the room quietly and I dozed in the late morning sun. Eventually though, the pull of my bladder and the need for food dragged me out of bed. I stumbled around the room to dress, and was still rubbing sleep from my eyes as I descended the stairs to ask for something to eat.
The main hall was empty, or I thought it was.
“Please stop,” a quiet voice whimpered. “P-please.”
I spun to the right, and almost turned back after seeing a man with a woman pinned to the wall near the fire. But I recognized that blue skirt and that dark hair.
I was halfway across the room before I knew what I was doing, and then when my brain caught up with my body, I was spinning Seungho around and punching him in the face. His nose shattered under my fist. A moment later I had my arms full of a crying BooJae, her face pressed against my chest.
“What the hell?” I demanded. “Do you make a habit of forcing yourself on your guests’ wives?”
His reply was muffled, but I caught most of it.
“She came on to you?”I said, voice rising. “I highly doubt that.”
Jae shook her head against my chest.
“I’ll have you arrested for assault,” the man said, finally getting to his feet.
“And I tell your wife why your nose is bleeding,” I replied. I took Jae’s cheeks in my hands and tilted her head up. “Go pack our bags, love. We’re leaving. Right now.”
Her eyes went wide. I had a feeling that she did not want to be alone, but I silently begged her and she nodded, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. She did not look at our host and spun around me.
“You need a leash on your-“
“You want me to break something else?” I asked.
“She came on to me, practically begged me with her smile and eyes.”
“A woman is not allowed to smile at someone?”
“Not like she did.”
“I would like a refund for a night since I will not be staying here.”
“And I will decline because you broke my nose.” The man turned around and headed for the kitchen.
I clenched my fists at my sides. Part of me wanted to go after him, but I knew it would cause more problems and only Jae was important. With a snarl at his back, I turned around and went upstairs.
Jae sat on the bed, face in her hands. Her shoulders were shaking. I fell to my knees in front of her and held her tightly.
“I … I didn’t do anything,” she said. “He just-he …”
“I know, Jae. I know.”
“I don’t w-want to do this a-anymore,” she said, voice hitching.
“Do what?”
She shook her head.
I kissed her forehead. “Rest, my love. Lay down. I will gather our things.”
She nodded and fell back to the bed. I covered her with a thin sheet and then started packing. It didn’t take long. Jae had calmed down enough to follow my lead, and we left the inn without being stopped, and less than a half hour after the incident, we were on the road again. I knew Jae probably better than she knew herself, so I put all our packs on Ember and hoisted her to ride with me on Bridget. She had no complaints and we rode, with her curled in front of me, and my arms around her body.
~~♥~~♥~~♥~~
We did not stop until the sun had set and moon rose high into the skyg. There was neither a town nearby nor any shelter. The rain had stopped, but the earth was wet. I lowered Jae to the ground and she walked over to the stream. Her fingers played with the skirt, picking at it and letting it fall. I left her alone and found a relatively dry spot under a tree for our makeshift bed. I put down both saddle blankets, since they were the thickest and then softened it with our blankets and cloaks.
I watched Jae as she gathered her hair into one hand and pulled on it. A sliver of moonlight hit her neck.
“Will you cut my hair?” she whispered.
Surprised, I froze and had to swallow before answering. “If you want me to.”
“Will you still love me without it?”
“Yes.” I moved up behind her and gently moved her hand. I parted her hair into two sections, tying each with a ribbon. I braided them and tied them tightly at the end with another ribbon.
She was crying when I finished. I put my arms around her waist and held her, kissing her salty cheeks.
“Cut it off.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, just … I … I don’t want to do this anymore, Yunho.”
“Do what?” I asked, because I wanted to be clear on what she wanted and she hadn’t anwered me from before..
She struggled in my arms and I let her go. With frustrated, choppy movements, she ripped off the bodice, and pulled the dress over her head. The laces of the petticoats almost tore as she dropped each one. She gripped the shift in her hands and then paused, eyes wide, staring at me.
I smiled.
Her face fell and she turned away from me with a pained gasp.
“My love?” I questioned, going toward her.
“Cut my hair off,” she said, voice firm. “Just cut it. I don’t .. I don’t care what it looks like. Please.”
I drew my knife. “Are you-“
“Just cut it off!” she screamed. Her voice broke again.
I winced and then took one of the braids in my hand.
She covered her face, still crying, but chanting, “Do it,” softly, broken, emotional.
I twisted the length around my hand and then pressed the blade of my knife just above the ribbon where it was tied. I sawed, the hair separated under my sharp blade, tearing just like a fine tapestry.
Jae flinched, a tiny cry escaping her throat.
I quickly cut off the second braid, leaving her neck bare, and dark hair around her ears. I sheathed my knife and dropped the braids so I could hold her, but she pushed me away. I stumbled, not expecting it and she moved the few feet the bank of the stream. With a cry, she tore off the shift and then waded into the shallow stream. Her whimpers turned to sharp inhales from the cold water on skin.
Worried, I grabbed a blanket to dry her off. She moved further into the stream until the water was at her knees. Ducking low, she hissed from the cold and then ducked her head. I watched as she scrubbed her hair, her fingers going through the short lengths.
She stayed under for a long time.
Breaking the surface, she inhaled harshly, almost like a moan, and then she sagged back into the water.
After a few seconds, I dared to whisper, “Love?”
Her body froze, like she heard me, but she did not turn to me.
“The water is too cold,” I continued. “Please come out.”
“No.”
“Jae, please, it’s-“
“I don’t care. Leave me alone, just leave me alone.” Her fingers flattened the short hair where it fell against her cheeks.
“I will come in there and get you.”
She turned away from me. Her shoulder blades stuck out as she curled in on herself. The moonlight cast a heavy shadow on the ridge of her spine.
“Please, love. I don’t want you to get sick.”
Jae sighed. “I’m already sick.”
I frowned and opened my mouth and then shut it. I waited a few more minutes, and then just as I was about to pull off my boots and pull her from the water, she sighed and stood up.
In the moonlight, with her short hair and scrawny body, I once again saw a boy instead of a girl. She stumbled to the bank and fell shivering into the blanket I was holding. I quickly dried her off, pulling her toward our camp. She sat down, wrapping the blanket around her and turned away from me.
I reached for her bag to get a clean dress.
“No,” she said, voice quaking from the cold.
I met her dark eyes. Determined and frightened.
“No,” she said again. “I … burn them. I don’t want to …” She turned away, blushing.
I smiled and said. “Okay. But you have to wear something.” I yanked my bag toward me and pulled out soft underclothes and woolen breeches and a tunic.
Jae stared at the clothes like she had never seen men’s clothing before.
“Don’t watch me,” she demanded.
“Okay.” I slipped to the farthest edge of the blankets and put my back to her. My heart raced as I listened to her pull on my clothes. I had no idea what she would look like tomorrow with short hair and in men’s clothes.
The blankets moved and then stilled. I waited just a few more minutes and then turned back. She was under the blankets, and her shoulders were shaking.
“Jae,” I whispered as I moved back to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She jerked, but said nothing. I lay next to her and gathered her in my arms. Her short wet hair stuck to my cheek.
“I love you,” I whispered.
Her eyes shut tightly and she hid from me, burying her face in the blanket. Her body shook with tears. My heart ached, because I had no idea what to do or say to make her feel better. I kissed the only part of her head I could, ran my hands over her shoulders. Comforting whispers stuck in my throat. I didn’t know what to say to her. She eventually stopped crying, but neither one of us fell asleep for a long time.
Part 6: My Boy
Part 4: My Wife
Part 3: My Companion
Part 2: My Love
Part 1: My Sister
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