[one-shot] give it up for the birthday boy!
give it up for the birthday boy!; nc-17
junsu/yoochun
smut, humor
summary: It's Yoochun's birthday and Junsu just wants to give him a very special gift!
Yoochun ran his fingers across the keyboard, keeping his eyes glued to the computer monitor. Every few minutes he glanced down at the clock, making sure he still had time to finish up his latest article and send it to his boss. He huffed and lowered his eyes, cursing his job for making him come to work on his birthday. The one day he always looked forward to. He couldn’t complain about it though, giving the fact that he had just been promoted and given a huge office that he shared with his new partner. Yoochun sighed deeply and continued typing. He had a deadline.
Junsu paced back and forth in the bathroom, contemplating his birthday gift to his boyfriend. Honestly, this was the worst day of his life. He hated Yoochun’s birthday more than anything mainly because it was the day he was obliged to do anything the other man wanted, which usually ended up being some form of sex. Not that Junsu minded sex; he just minded being on bottom… all the time.
“Not today, baby… not today…” He chanted to himself. “Fighting!” Junsu made his way out he bathroom only to run into Yoona, Yoochun’s journalist partner. He threw on a plastic smile, hiding his true emotions from the woman.
“Oppa, was that you cheering in the bathroom?” laughed Yoona, patting his shoulder.
“Uh, no. I’m not that crazy!” he laughed and looked away in shame. “I’m just going up to surprise my boyfriend!” He emphasized on the word boyfriend whenever he was around her. Yoochun was Junsu’s. He was Junsu’s plaything, even though he was always on the receiving end. They parted ways and Junsu hopped into the elevator, heading up to the birthday boy’s office.
Yoochun peeked over his monitor, glaring at whoever dared to knock on his office door in the midst of his work.
“Go away!” he bellowed.
“Chunnie, it’s me!” cooed Junsu through the door, rapping at it softly. Yoochun gazed at the door, astonished. Junsu came to surprise him? He bit his lower lip, deciding whether to let the other in or not. That would be a heavy distraction.
But he did come all this way to surprise him. Besides, a little sex in the afternoon never hurt.
“Come in, Su…” Yoochun proceeded to type, hoping he could concentrate long enough to finish in ten minutes. Then he would focus on the love-making.
Junsu slipped into the office and closed the door, quietly and locking it. He waltzed over to the older, wrapping his arms around his lover’s neck and snuggling into it.
“Chunnie, happy birthday!” he whispered, kissing the milky skin. Yoochun held back a hiss and nudged his boyfriend away.
“Babe, I’m sorry but I have got to finish this paper and turn it in. We can sex it up afterwards.”
Junsu pouted. “No bunny-fucking now?”
Yoochun choked on his saliva. He forgot how much of a potty mouth Junsu could be.
“Uh… yea… give me a second…” He bit his tongue, forcing himself to ignore the throbbing in his pants. He also forgot how said potty mouth made him hard when he said dirty things unintentionally.
Junsu rolled his eyes and moved over to the bay windows, a view of the busy city below. He blew hot air on the glass and drew faces on it, now pissed. Ten minutes was practically eternity for Junsu when he wanted to screw some brains, and he rarely wanted to do that.
“And I am… DONE!” cheered Yoochun, quickly sending the article off to multiple people. He leaned back in his chair and in a flash had lips smacked down on his. His eyes snapped open, staring at Junsu’s jaw line and sleek throat. His eyes fluttered close in seconds, the feeling of his tongue intertwining with his lover’s. A moan escaped his throat before the other pulled away to catch air. Yoochun licked his plumps lips as he turned to face Junsu.
“Damn, baby. Excited much?” he smirked.
Junsu scoffed and leaned over Yoochun’s chair, positioning his arms on either side of the older’s head. He flicked his tongue across the other’s lips and continued his way down, licking and sucking on Yoochun’s neck. His plaything squirmed under him, moans spooling out unevenly. Junsu let his left hand unbutton the shirt of his lover and roam the exposed skin. Yoochun felt his heart skip a beat as a warm hand ran over his hard nipples. He gasped in pleasure. Junsu’s mouth followed along, licking and sucking, leaving markings all over the other man. He bit his lover’s hard nipples, making sure those were left with a beautiful red outline.
“Su…” he muttered, not able to finish his sentence. Junsu didn’t care for he wasn’t even listening. He just wanted to fuck Yoochun senseless.
The loose hand made its way down at the main destination, the pride of Park Yoochun. Well, his second pride anyway, first being that old piano keyboard lounging in their apartment. The tent in-between Yoochun’s pants was terribly obvious.
“Excited much?” mocked Junsu, showing off his angel smile that was totally manipulative. While his plaything went off about him being a sneaky little devil, Junsu paid more attention to prying off the slacks Yoochun wore that day. He just wanted the first half of the prize. Junsu had to giggle at the response Yoochun was giving him as he was being scolded, lifting up when he knew his pants were being pulled down, and even situating himself for the one of the best moments of his day.
Junsu reached for the hard member but was stopped. He glared at his boyfriend for interrupting his plan.
“Going skin today?” He raised an eyebrow. The younger always used a condom because of the dangers of unprotected sex which made Yoochun laugh every time since they only been with each other.
Junsu gagged. “Please, the last time we used a condom, it set off my gag reflex. Thought I was being poisoned.”
Yoochun nodded in agreement.
“Now please, stop killing my moment…”
Yoochun was about to laugh, but his breathing hitched as Junsu teased the head of the cock, rubbing it and kissing it.
“Ugh… don’t… tease…”
Junsu wanted to slap Yoochun for such a comment. He was always teased during their moments at home! What a hypocrite! Then again, it’s not like Yoochun was ever on bottom so he had to experience the pain of being teased.
“Oh shut up and take it like a man…” groaned Junsu proceeding with the taunt act. He held the other’s waist securely before taking in just the tip of the length, slurping up the pre-cum. Yoochun bit his lip, fighting back a yell. Junsu’s tongue traveled around the base of head a little bit before completely engulfing the member. Yoochun threw his head back, arching upwards into his lover’s mouth. A jagged moan escaped his lips as pleasure soared through him, Yoochun seeing stars. He wasn’t too concerned, but Yoochun always wondering where Junsu learned such a technique…
Junsu sucked back and forth along with his hand rubbing the slick cock, sending double waves of bliss. Yoochun gave in and bucked his hips, fucking the mouth.
“I’m…ahh…! Coming, I’m co--!”
Junsu pulled back, half swallowing the milky content, the other half caught on his hand. He stood up, locking lips with his boyfriend. Yoochun wrapped his arms around Junsu’s neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
That was when Junsu’s plan kicked in.
Taking his lover by surprise, Junsu slid his index finger into Yoochun. The man tightened instantly and his scream muffled away in the kiss. That didn’t stop Junsu from slowly fucking the other with his finger, sliding in and out until he felt some form of relaxation. Yoochun had already been turned into his horny pile of goop and it didn’t take long for him to soften up with his lack of energy. Junsu used his free hand to raise up Yoochun’s leg on his shoulder before sticking in another finger, increasing the pain and sensation at the same time. He fingers moved in a scissor motion, widening his lover with every thrust. Their lips separated for air, lips bruised and swollen. Yoochun whimpered for more. Junsu, feeling accomplished with his plaything’s cry for sexual attention, slipped in a third finger with harder and faster thrusts.
“Oh, go-fuck!” cried Yoochun. His toes curled in response to the pleasure.
Junsu’s lips brushed against his ear and he whispered, “Do you want it, baby?”
A low whine answered him back and Junsu took it as a yes. He pulled out the fingers (Yoochun somewhat displeased now) and hurriedly ripped off his pants and underwear. Steadying himself, he gently entered his lover. The other tipped back more in the chair, Junsu pushing further into him. The cry filling the room sent pure ecstasy down Junsu’s spine. He didn’t care for Yoochun getting adjusted any longer.
He really wanted to fuck him like mad.
Yoona strolled down the hallway, juggling a few folders in her arms. She walked up to her shared office and placed her hand on the doorknob. Voices from inside caused her to halt.
If they could be called voices, that is.
“Ahh…ahh…AAHH! Oh god-harder! Uhh… ahh… JUNSU!”
Yoona dropped her files, her face heating up and glowing red. She shook her head, not letting her guilty pleasure get a hold of her and ran off to the bathroom.
The chair squeaked loudly, rocking the desk as they collided with it every thrust. The two men pushed down on it at a faster pace with more force. The sex turned rough and sweaty in a matter of seconds, moans and screams filling the room as Junsu hit Yoochun’s sensitive spot every time. With one more thrust, he felt his orgasm take over and filled his lover. Yoochun once again, came, the sticky matter spreading between their soaked bodies. Their breathing was unsteady and their temperatures still high.
“That… was… the best… present ever…” mumbled Yoochun, tilting upwards into a passionate kiss.
“Glad to be… of service…” joked Junsu, his confidence level skyrocketing.
“…But don’t think… you’ll be… topping tonight, babe… Hells no.”
Junsu felt his charisma die on impact. You've got to be fucking kidding me.