Feeling the Breeze: Why Real Men Wear Skirts
Title: Feeling the Breeze: Why Real Men Wear Skirts
Authors: enigmaxempress and vaguelynormal
Pairing: ot5 with obvious biases.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: for obvious smexing and well- it’s crack. BEWARE.
Summary: In which Changmin buys skirts, Yunho wears them, Junsu has a crisis of faith, Yoochun leers, and Jaejoong isn’t a slut (mostly, but that’s debatable).
A/N: We have nothing to say for ourselves. Except that we are oddly proud :D collabfic with vaguelynormal Enjoy :)
Yunho is leader and knows all, somehow developing and honing a third eye when he’d accepted the position years ago, so he knows when something’s off in the delicate balance of their make-shift family unit. Junsu is more off kilter than usual, eating faster than normal, even for him. Jaejoong and Yoochun don’t smoke out on the balcony as often, a phenomenon that leaves Yunho more suspicious than approving. Only Changmin continues to behave with a semblance of normal, though it’s quite obvious even he knows something’s up, just that he’s the youngest and is hesitant to dapple in his hyung’s affairs.
Yunho takes a seat at the table hoping to prolong Junsu’s stay with some easy conversation, the normally bubbly boy has been far too quiet and evasive of late and it’s Yunho’s job to rectify it. His skirt shifts up higher along his thighs as he sits down and he fiddles with the hem a little, trying to think up adequate small talk. Junsu is still shoving his face with dinner at an alarming speed, refusing to make eye contact with any of them and Jaejoong and Yoochun are too busy staring bug eyed at Yunho to notice. Changmin remains fairly impassive, occasionally allowing himself a lingering glance at the leader, especially when he stands and moves to follow Junsu out into the bedrooms when Junsu dashes off, skirt sashaying around his toned legs with every step.
Jaejoong remains stern, eyes wide, brows furrowed, ‘I think he’s finally cracked,’ he says seriously.
Yoochun morphs into his best stern expression, hands folded on the table, leaning forward to talk conspiratorially amongst the three, ‘I agree. I know it started with a bet but he’s taking it too far now, it’s been a month and his collection has grown- I think fan girls must be supplying him with the clothes.’
‘He says it feels refreshing with air circulating around his-,’ Jaejoong gestures around his crotch, face furrowed.
‘Junsu is not taking it very well, how the hell is Yunho so oblivious?’ Yoochun exclaims.
Jaejoong turns to scrutinise the maknae, ‘Aren’t you concerned about this? Our leader has being wearing mini-skirts for weeks!’
Changmin shrugs pulling Yunho’s abandoned plate towards him, ‘I actually kind of like it,’ he says, shoving a mouthful of rice past his lips.
‘He’s got nice thighs,’ Changmin continues.
This stumps the older two for a second, thoughtful expressions on their face before Yoochun picks up his chopsticks and says slowly, ‘He’s got a point.’
‘He does,’ Jaejoong agrees, returning to his own food. ‘But how nice his thighs are isn’t the issue here. It’s about how much else he’s flashing.’
To Jaejoong and Yoochun’s amazement the food on it’s way to Changmin’s mouth pauses in midair. ‘I don’t mind what else he’s flashing either,’ Changmin says, not bothering to elaborate before his mouth was full again.
“You might actually be the only one who thinks that,’ Jaejoong murmurs absently as he watches Changmin fit an abnormally large amount of rice, meat and side dishes into his mouth without choking.
Yoochun looks distraught for a moment, ‘Err- maybe not the only one, I mean he is quite impressive down- um. Well,’ he makes a gesture to his crotch.
Changmin shrugs. With a full mouth he says, ‘Mine’s bigger.’
Jaejoong sends a scathing look Changmin’s way, ‘You’re all lanky like a beanpole, Changmin. Everyone knows thicker is better than longer,’ his tone is smug.
‘The only thing thick about you is your head,’ Changmin shoots back.
‘Yeah! The head of my-‘
‘Boys, boys,’ Yoochun mediates, palms open and hands in the air, ‘We all know it’s not the size of the boat, it’s the motion in the ocean. And don’t you think Junsu is having some kind of crisis?’
They ponder for a moment when Yunho walks back into the kitchen, hair wet from the shower and wearing a schoolgirl uniform with the shirt half unbuttoned.
‘I knew he’d look good in that one,’ Changmin says quickly, receiving disbelieving looks from Yoochun and Jaejoong that he shrugs off nonchalantly.
Jaejoong kicks him under the table, leaning forward to whisper furiously, ‘You mean to say you’ve been encouraging this, maknae?’
Yunho bends over, retrieving his misplaced cell phone and flashing them all a considerable amount of flat, tan ass, ‘ I consider it an investment,’ Changmin says calmly, blatantly leering at their oblivious leader.
‘That,’ Jaejoong points to material flapping at the periphery of Yunho’s non-existent ass as he once again takes his leave, ‘is a horrible investment. Really- polyester? If he’s going to dress like that, he should at least pick something with better material. And cut. That A-line does nothing for him.’
Yoochun gapes at Jaejoong’s outburst but Changmin isn’t fazed.
‘His ass would look better in a pencil skirt, wouldn’t it? I don't think he’s found the secretary outfit yet.’
That snaps Yoochun out of his gawping. ‘There’s a secretary outfit?’
Changmin raises an eyebrow at him as if he’d asked if the sky were blue, or if you really could bounce pennies off Junsu’s ass.
‘Well, obviously. That and a whole bunch of others I’m looking forward to seeing.’
‘What really irks me though,’ Jaejoong continues as if the other two hadn’t said a word, ‘is why he never wears any underwear. I mean- is it deliberate?’
Junsu speed walks into the kitchen this time and skids to a stop in front of the dumbfounded trio. ‘STOP HIM.’
‘What?’ Jaejoong chirps intelligently.
‘I said, STOP. HIM,’ Junsu repeats, putting unnecessary emphasis on his last two words. ‘Yunho has gone bonkers and is attempting to leave the house in a pencil skirt.’
‘No more polyester?’ Jaejoong asks hopefully.
‘So he did find it!’ Changmin snorts with glee.
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After quite some persuading- Yoochun tempting Yunho with a short, silk kimono and several perverted compliments from Changmin- Yunho was led back inside the apartment for the evening. Jaejoong was stuck comforting a nearly hysterical Junsu in the bathroom for a majority of the night, until he himself snapped at four in the morning and started beating Changmin’s sleeping form, forcing the maknae to promise to amend the problem.
A week later when Yunho walked into the living room wearing a crisp, white tennis skirt and matching polo however, it became clear that Changmin’s solution was flawed.
‘Hey hyung, I know some balls you can play with,’ Changmin smirked as Junsu coughed out his cereal.
‘You want to play later, Changmin?’ Yunho asked eagerly, ‘I was going to go running but if you want to…’
‘Yunho, you can’t go running in that outfit! What if there’s a strong breeze? Besides, -‘ Jaejoong gestures at his crotch almost violently, ‘everything will be…bouncing around!’
‘Don’t worry, Jae. I’ve got it covered,’ Yunho reassuringly patted Jaejoong’s shoulder.
Jaejoong was exasperated, ‘What do you mean you’ve got it covered? Yunho, I forbid you to go out until you wear something decent!’
‘But Changmin gave me these and they’re very supportive,’ Yunho pouts and lifts the hem of his skirt to reveal a lacy, pale blue thong.
Jaejoong lets out a shocked wail whilst Yoochun and Changmin slyly hi-five each other under the table, staring blatantly at an ignorant Yunho’s crotch and Junsu falls off his chair, fleeing to his bedroom.
‘ARE YOU HAIRLESS?!’ Jaejoong shrieks, eyes bugging out from just beneath his bangs.
‘What-oh, you mean down here?’ Yunho carelessly lifts the front of the skirt. ‘It wouldn’t really look good if there was hair.’
‘Agreed,’ Changmin and Yoochun said together.
‘I can better appreciate the lace without all the hair,’ Yoochun continued, blatantly ogling while he could.
‘While I do like the lace, there are other things I’m appreciating,’ Changmin added with a leer.
Yunho smiled, oblivious and happily so.
‘And what exactly did you use to attain this…’ Jaejoong steals a look because he really can’t help it. The thong clearly outlines the length of Yunho’s cock and the shape of his balls, the blue colour like a pretty decoration on an already scrumptious cake. ‘…Level of smoothness?’ He narrows his eyes at Yunho, trying to pass off his inability to stop staring at Yunho’s dick as a glare.
Jaejoong fails. Changmin leers. Yoochun grins.
‘Who do you think gave him your waxing kit?’
‘I don’t even want to think about the hygiene issues- Jesus Christ, Yunho put your skirt down already,’ Jaejoong sighs, hand over eyes as he takes a seat at the table.
Yunho lowers his skirt somewhat crestfallen, leaving Changmin and Yoochun to pat him on the bottom reassuringly, whispering, ‘It’s not that it doesn’t look nice, hyung,’ and ‘Jae’s just jealous.’
‘Someone- anyone but me- go deal with Junsu,’ Jaejoong grits out, ‘He’s probably trying to douse his eyes with holy water right now and puffy, red eye infection is not good for his image.’
‘Why on earth would he be doing that?’ Yoochun sounds vaguely amused.
‘He’s having a crisis of faith- he thinks Yunho is trying to lead him into temptation.’
‘Is that a nightclub?’ Yunho blinks innocently as Changmin snickers. ‘I should go talk to him!’ Yunho puffs out his chest and puts on his best stern leader expression, somewhat diminished by his tennis ensemble.
Changmin pulls Yunho back by his polo shirt just as he’s about to march off and says, ‘I’ll go.’
Changmin approaches the bedroom door to hear some very familiar noises. Pushing the door open and stepping in the room, Changmin finds Junsu hunched over, hand in his lap moving rhythmically and panting loudly.
‘Crisis of faith, my ass,’ Changmin smirks, ‘you should have just said you had a hard-on. It’s not like the rest of us don’t. Besides, I’m sure there’s a way we could convince Yunho to give us a hand.’
‘Get out, Changmin,’ Junsu grunts, turning away from the open door.
‘What you don’t want a hand?’ Changmin asks, coming into the room and closing the door behind him.
‘I said, get out.’
A pillow comes flying his way but falls short of its mark. A catch in Junsu’s voice has Changmin pausing to listen and straining his neck to see what Junsu’s doing with his hands. Junsu’s got fingers tight around the base of his cock, chest heaving and managing a glare at Changmin over his shoulder.
‘Go ahead, stroke it,’ he says when he sees the effort Junsu puts into trying to keep his hands still.
‘What the- I told you to leave already! Can’t you understand- ‘
‘-Just stroke yourself already.’ Changmin says in a rough voice. ‘Or would you rather I come over and do it for you? I can open the door and have someone else do it.’
He doesn’t miss the way Junsu’s cock twitches at his words and smirks.
‘But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?’ he muses aloud, his voice going to its lowest register. ‘Been hard for Yunho for days, and now here I am, watching you get off. Exciting, isn’t?’
‘Shut up,’ Junsu growls, his fingers seemingly moving of their own accord as Changmin had begun to speak.
‘If I had your cock in my mouth I probably could.’
Junsu gapes for a good moment before angrily throwing a second pillow at Changmin, hitting the mark as the pillow smacks Changmin in the chin.
‘Yunho!’ Changmin yells, making sure his voice is loud enough to carry throughout the apartment.
In seconds, Yunho has burst into the room with all the fierce panic of a responsible leader, white skirt rising higher with the momentum of his legs as he skids to a stop. The sight of tanned legs and the brief glimpse of blue lace has Junsu tightening his grip and coming, doubling over and crying out.
‘Yunhoooo, Junsu’s being mean to me,’ Changmin whines, pouting cutely, ‘He threw things at me!’
Yunho takes a look at Junsu, still bent in half, face flushed and expression uncomfortable, ‘Are you sure it wasn’t the other way around?’
Yunho moves to kneel beside Junsu, trying to make eye contact, ‘Su, are you okay? Did Changmin hurt you? Let me see.’
Junsu refuses to budge and Yunho grows increasingly concerned. It takes Changmin’s firm push on Junsu’s shoulders and suddenly he’s laid flat on his back, legs dangling over the edge of the bed and the wet mess at the front of his pants exposed. Yunho takes in the situation- flaccid cock and cum just about everywhere before he grabs some tissues and starts cleaning Junsu up, oblivious to the discomforted expression on Junsu’s face as his hands brush increasingly close to genitals. Yunho is a good leader who takes care of his dongsaengs after all. Junsu lies on the bed, too shocked to move as Yunho scrubs persistently at his jeans, right where the dip of his inner thigh meets pelvis.
‘It won’t come out,’ Yunho juts his lower lip in frustration.
‘Maybe you should use lots of saliva, hyung,’ Changmin says, coming up behind Yunho, barely an inch between them.
Yunho brightens at the idea, bending forward before licking at the tissue and resuming his efforts against the persistent stain. The tissue disintegrates from the exertion and it isn’t long before Yunho sighs, Junsu desperately willing his now straining erection to go down before it smacks an ignorant Yunho on the cheek.
‘Jae is much better at this kind of thing,’ Yunho pouts, ass brushing against Changmin as he turns to face the door and shouts for Jaejoong to come help.
Jaejoong walks in barely a moment later and Yoochun, not wanting to be left out is trailing behind him. Jaejoong nearly has a coronary at the doorway, eyes raking over the sight of Yunho bent over, face mere centimetres from Junsu’s erection and his skirt riding up, naked curves of his ass pressing against Changmin’s crotch, the maknae hungrily leering at the flesh in front of him.
‘Oh good, you’re here,’ Yunho says brightly, smiling at Jaejoong and Yoochun. ‘We could use a hand.’
‘I hope that’s not all you plan on using,’ Yoochun says, pushing past an astounded Jaejoong to peer at Junsu. ‘I don’t think a crisis of faith is Junsu’s problem, Jae,’ he adds with a grin at Junsu’s straining erection.
‘That’s what I said!’ Changmin exclaims the same moment Yunho says, ‘You were having a crisis of faith?!’
‘We are not having this conversation over my crotch,’ Junsu announces, red in the face and trying to sit up.
‘That’s a very good idea. Let’s not have a conversation at all,’ Yoochun cuts in.
‘Junsu, why would you be having a crisis of faith?’ Yunho asks with a look of concern that only a true leader could possess at a time like this.
Junsu gapes at him. Yoochun and Changmin snicker.
‘You’ve been going around in skirts and now a thong and you have the gall to ask him that?!’ Jaejoong says aghast, removing himself from the doorway in a huff. ‘Are you really unaware of the effect your skirt-clad self has on people?’
‘My effect?’ Yunho echoes with an adorably confused expression on his face.
‘Yeah, this one.’ Changmin moves in to crowd Yunho from behind, pressing his erection against the cleft of Yunho’s ass.
‘Not to mention Junsu’s- which you’ve horribly disregarded. Oh, and mine.’ Yoochun adds with chagrin, gesturing at the bulge at the front of his pants.
‘I refuse to let this be some kind of group bonding experience,’ Jaejoong says, exasperation clear in his tone.
‘Group orgy then?’ Changmin suggests, looking hopeful.
‘O-orgy?’ Yunho says, stiffening in Changmin’s hold. ‘That’s not- I don’t think we should-’
‘Oh but, you’re not just going to leave us like this, are you hyung?’ Yoochun says, trying to look pitiful. ‘I mean, just look at Junsu’s cock! It might fall off if we don’t do something about it.’
‘But…’ Yunho objects, finally taking a good look at Junsu’s dripping cock and finding himself mesmerised.
Changmin pushes harder against Yunho’s ass, slowly grinding, ‘Hyung, you’re our leader. Won’t you take care of us?’
‘Oh for fucks sake,’ Jaejoong mutters, striding forward before somewhat viciously shoving Yunho’s head down on Junsu’s crotch and holding it there. ‘I’ve had enough of this- you look like a trampy little transvestite, we’ll treat you like one.’
Yoochun laughs as Yunho somewhat awkwardly wriggles, trying to pull out from Jaejoong’s grip, Junsu leaking fluid on his cheek.
‘So, no group bonding experience… How about a group bondage experience?’ Yoochun chuckles, restraining a now protesting Junsu’s arms as Changmin gets a strong grip on Yunho’s wrists.
‘What the hell, why not?’ Jaejoong shrugs, pulling Yunho up by the hair and kissing him passionately.
‘Does this have to be done over my crotch?’ Junsu yells indignantly, slightly surprised when Yunho kisses Jaejoong back, tongue sliding out.
Jaejoong pulls back, lips red before he says flippantly to Yunho, ‘I think you should suck him off,’ nodding towards Junsu and then ‘You wouldn’t want to leave your dongsaeng permanently damaged would you?’ sounding somewhat scandalised and accusatory.
Yunho’s eyes widen, slightly hurt that anyone would imply he’s not being a good hyung, before he leans forward and licks at Junsu’s crotch. Jaejoong clamps a hand down over Junsu’s mouth before the boy can let out any objections and interrupt a potentially marvellous show, Yunho moving to suck lightly on the head. Changmin’s hips roll, pushing Yunho forward and Junsu’s cock slides deeper, filling the back of his throat. He quickly pulls off, coughing lightly whilst Changmin mutters an apology and occupies himself with fiddling with the string of the thong, pulling lightly.
Jaejoong manoeuvres him to sit on the bed, handing him a glass of water and it’s then that Yunho notices that the man is completely naked. Changmin shuffling off his own pants and a gloriously bare Yoochun stripping Junsu of his last remaining sock. They all have raging erections, Changmin’s proudly upright against his stomach as he steps closer into view. Yunho looks down at his own lap to find his own dick barely contained by the blue lace and decides he might as well join in, ripping off his polo shirt.
He stands to unzip his skirt when all four men shout, ‘Leave it on!’
‘But…it’ll get in the way,’ Yunho reasons weakly, following the crook of Jaejoong’s finger and getting back onto the bed.
‘I’m sure we can find a way around it,’ Changmin says over his shoulder while pinning one of Junsu’s arms onto the mattress.
‘Is this really necessary?’ Junsu asks with a disgruntled expression as Yoochun pins him on the other side. And tweaks his nipple. Junsu hisses.
‘No, but it’s hot,’ Jaejoong says with a smirk.
Changmin snorts. ‘You would like this, of course,’ Changmin says, referring to Junsu’s restrained form.
‘I’d look better like that,’ Jaejoong corrects.
‘Great, let’s trade places then,’ Junsu yelps when Changmin pinches his other nipple none too gently. ‘What was that for?’
‘Don’t go suggesting things like that,’ Changmin reprimands, rubbing at the skin he’d abused. Junsu’s jaw tenses to suppress a moan. ‘He’d like that too much.’
‘Don’t know why you’re complaining either,’ Yoochun says looming over Junsu’s head with an expression that clearly states that Junsu is an idiot. ‘You’re getting that to suck you off.’
He gestures with his head to where Jaejoong’s busied Yunho’s mouth with his own, his hands lost beneath Yunho’s skirt. Yunho whines when Jaejoong pulls his head back to grin at them, the sound turning into a moan when Jaejoong tugs at his cock. Jaejoong leaves a kiss at his chin before directing him between Junsu’s open legs.
‘Better work quick, Yunho-yah. Junsu’s been like that for a while now. Might cause some damage if you don’t hurry.’ Yunho nods determinedly, the lust clouding his eyes giving way for concern. Anything for his beloved dongsaeng.
Junsu bucks at the first lick of Yunho’s tongue, body writhing as he slides most of his cock into his mouth.
‘See, totally necessary,’ Yoochun remarks breathily as he tightens his hold on Junsu’s wrist, eyes riveted by the sight of Junsu’s cock disappearing down Yunho’s throat.
Changmin’s face appears in Junsu’s line of vision, mouth twisted into a smug grin. ‘Aren’t you glad I walked in on you?’
‘Fuck you,’ Junsu spits out and then curses Yunho when he gives a particularly strong suck.
‘Nah, I’ve got my eyes on a far better prize,’ Changmin dismisses Junsu’s insult, patting Yunho’s hair and praising the leader, ‘You made The Junsu swear, hyung. You must be doing a good job.’
Yunho seems to take this as encouragement, tongue working harder on the length in his mouth. Yoochun and Jaejoong grope at his backside, roughly kneading the flesh and Junsu’s freed hands come to rest on his shoulders, twisting in the hair at his nape. Yoochun strokes the skin of his hips sliding the thong down around his thighs, when there is a ripping sound and a blunt pain, Jaejoong tearing the scrap of lace off. It leaves a red mark on his skin that Changmin busies himself soothing with his tongue.
All too soon the attention to his body stops except for Yoochun’s soft hands trailing under his bent body, over his stomach. There’s a bickering over his shoulder but Yunho pays no mind because Yoochun’s fingers wrap around his cock, the friction making his eyes roll back in his head.
‘This was my idea, I get to go first,’ Changmin says, furiously, slicking his fingers with lube and surprisingly gently sliding one into Yunho.
‘No way, you’re the biggest! You have to go last,’ Jaejoong argues, adding a digit of his own to the mix.
‘I put in all the work and paid for all the clothes,’ Changmin bumps shoulders with Jaejoong, squeezing in another finger beside Jaejoong’s, unmindful of Yunho’s squirming. ‘I want Yunho-hyung more!’
‘Well that’s entirely debatable,’ Jaejoong almost yells, gesturing wildly at his now red and dripping cock with his free hand. ‘I’m the oldest, brat.’
‘Why don’t you ask Yunho?’ Yoochun suggests, rubbing soothing circles over Yunho’s lower back. ‘Yunho,’ Yoochun calls, forcing their leader to pause the dutiful service he’s giving Junsu’s cock. ‘Who do you want to take you first?’
Yunho meets Yoochun’s gentle eyes, thinking of his band mate’s soft touches, vastly different from the quick hands that are withdrawing from him now. Briefly he also considers the sheer size of Changmin… Plus Yoochun is so smooth with the ladies, he’d probably be very good.
‘Yoochun.’
‘Well too bad,’ Jaejoong shoves Changmin out of the way and pushes into Yunho, ‘I’m the one who’s had to deal with all of your bullshit these past few weeks and I’m-‘ he punctuates each word with a deeper thrust, ‘going...first.’
Yunho falls forward, letting out a soft moan and sliding Junsu back into his mouth, distracting himself with the taste. Jaejoong fucks him slowly, hands fisting Yunho’s crumpled skirt, eyes half closed in pleasure. He catches sight of Junsu gnawing on his lip, one eye squeezed shut as his cock presses against the back of Yunho’s throat and watches as his band mate writhes, hips bucking up as he climaxes. Yunho swallows but mostly because Junsu is too deep in his throat not to and Jaejoong’s thrusts have him trapped, lips pressing against dark curls and soft flesh. Junsu whines, now that he’s come, Yunho’s mouth is overly potent around his length, still sucking and contracting even when he’s spent his load as though waiting for more to come.
Fortunately it’s not much longer before Jaejoong reaches bursting point, hips rutting steadily against Yunho, hands digging into the muscular thighs, spreading them wider before he explodes, pulling out to cover Yunho’s skirt with cum. He pulls back, collapsing on the bed and Yunho untangles himself from Junsu, finally able to breathe. He sits and then scrunches his face, hand reaching behind him and coming up wet. Yunho gets to his knees, tugging the short white skirt around his waist, looking mildly horrified to find a large wet patch before pouting angrily at Jaejoong.
‘You ruined my skirt.’
‘Skirt ruin-er!’ Changmin accuses, pointing a finger at Jaejoong. He’s too busy glaring at the eldest to notice Yoochun stealthily moving behind the leader until he catches a movement at the corner of his eye and it’s too late.
Yunho’s tumbled onto his back, Yoochun all slick and sliding himself inside Yunho’s wet heat.
‘Usurper!’ Changmin yells angrily when Yoochun begins to thrust.
‘Of what?’ Yoochun groans as Yunho rolls his hips and clenches around him. ‘First come, first serve, Changmin-ah.’
There’s a giggle somewhere and Changmin turns his head to see Jaejoong half-sprawled on Junsu’s stomach, body quivering with Junsu’s every laugh. ‘Actually, it’s first served, first come.’
Jaejoong joins in on the laughter, post coital bliss pulling at his limbs and the mirth lowering his guard. He doesn’t see Changmin’s fist coming until it connects with his hip, the sudden pain jolting him off Junsu and almost off the bed.
Jaejoong comes up spitting. ‘What the hell was that for?’
‘This.’ Changmin points at his cock, painfully hard and the tip wet. ‘Fix. It.’
‘Hit me one more time and I’ll make sure you never have that same problem again,’ Jaejoong growls.
‘Don’t fight,’ Yoochun says ever the mediator, despite the words coming out as a breathy moan. ‘I’m sure Yunho is more than capable of helping you find some kind… relief.’
Yunho nods his head enthusiastically as Yoochun pulls his legs wider, settling one calf on his shoulder for a better angle. ‘Yes - hah…Yoochun-ah - please don’t fight. I can…- if you want I’ll-‘
‘Well go on,’ Junsu says, pulling Jaejoong back onto the bed with roaming hands and placating fingers. ‘Before your balls fall off or you detach someone else’s.’
Changmin grumbles but makes his way over to where Yoochun is now frantically pounding into Yunho. He moves to straddle Yunho’s chest when Yoochun pushes him out of the way, his back hitting the mattress.
‘What the fuck, Yoochun?!’ Changmin yells, Yunho looks rather surprised by Yoochun’s actions too.
‘I want to-‘ Yoochun pants out, thrusting harder, ‘See his face.’
Yunho practically melts beneath Yoochun, insides liquefying as rainbows and sunshine make themselves at home in his tummy, a broad smile on his face, oblivious as Changmin pretends to gag in the background.
‘Hyung,’ Changmin whines, looking every bit the petulant child.
Yunho reaches a hand out to stroke Changmin but Yoochun pulls his hand back in, lacing their fingers. ‘Wait your turn, dongsaeng,’ Yoochun huffs out.
Changmin pouts, aggression turning into melancholy and he sits down and crosses his legs, refusing to watch the copulating couple.
Yoochun’s orgasm hits him hard a few minutes later, Yunho too hot and tight to hold out for very long. He coats Yunho’s thigh with cum, placing kisses over Yunho’s belly button that have the man giggling before Yoochun inches closer towards his hard length peeking out from under the skirt. Yoochun’s about to wrap his lips over the head when Yunho gently pushes him aside and nods at the sulking figure of Changmin. Yoochun wipes his own cum from Yunho’s thigh with his hand before crawling away to wipe it on an outraged Junsu, chaos ensuing as he joins the pile of bodies.
Yunho crawls his way to Changmin, inching his face in beside the maknae’s, running his nose against Changmin’s cheek and neck in Eskimo kisses and trying to garner his attention. Yunho knows Changmin hates being left out of anything, dislikes being treated like he’s the baby and not as entitled to power and respect as the others. Changmin’s also incredibly stubborn but usually Yunho can find a weak spot and knock the walls down.
Yunho leans in close, half climbing into Changmin’s lap and whispers in the maknae’s ear just quietly enough so that the others can’t hear, ‘I saved the best till last.’
Changmin looks up, a hint of doubt but a large spark of pride and arrogance forming on his face in the shape of a small smile. He straightens up, letting Yunho straddle his lap properly, hands groping at Yunho’s backside as he draws the leader closer. Yunho is surprised at the patience Changmin shows as the maknae slicks Yunho up again, they’re both rock hard but Changmin takes his time, quickly locating that spot that makes Yunho grip onto his biceps that much harder.
Eventually it’s Yunho who loses patience, gripping Changmin’s cock and lowering himself. He sighs in satisfaction at the stretch. Changmin’s hands cup his ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he lifts, urging Yunho to move. It’s not long before Yunho’s riding Changmin with all the expertise of a prize-winning jockey, albeit considerably taller and masculine. Changmin tugs at Yunho’s nipples, groping his chest, hand slipping down to take Yunho’s thick length into his palm. Yunho almost falls off Changmin’s lap, keening as the pleasure overwhelms him and he bursts, further ruining the once pristine, white skirt.
Changmin sits up to lay a near-exhausted Yunho down on the bed, resuming their pace as Yunho shivers and shakes beneath him. Long, smooth legs wrap around his waist as he races towards orgasm, kissing Yunho senseless as his body gains momentum. His stomach twists, heat saturating his limbs and he comes, pulsing inside Yunho’s body. Changmin collapses beside Yunho, his leader pulling him into his arms as Jaejoong, Yoochun and Junsu crowd in beside them. They’re hot, sticky and it’s a little uncomfortable with so many grown men on one bed but that was way too amazing for any of them to care, slipping into sleep easily.
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The following week Jaejoong is a tad dismayed to find Yunho wearing a red tartan, pleat skirt, black frills of lace peeking out as their leader looks under the couch in search for his missing phone. Changmin smiles appreciatively at the sight from the table, briefly distracted from his breakfast and obviously responsible for the latest additions to Yunho’s wardrobe.
Jaejoong tuts, ‘He just never learns, does he?’ Watching Yunho reach further underneath the couch, skirt rising even higher and his tongue peeking out in concentration as he blindly feels around.
Junsu and Yoochun return home moments later, finding both Jaejoong and Changmin fixated on Yunho’s ass. Changmin with his chopsticks poised and Jaejoong twisting the bottle cap on his water bottle so tightly the plastic dimples. Finally, Jaejoong snaps out of his trance. He takes in Junsu and Yoochun and shoots a glare at the bags from a high-end women’s fashion boutique in their hands.
‘Don’t you dare go encouraging him!’ Jaejoong says darkly, still glaring and stabbing the air viciously with his finger pointed at the shopping bags.
Junsu looks vaguely terrified, but Yoochun merely drops the bags, swinging an arm jovially around Jaejoong’s shoulders and leading the man from the room.
‘But hyung, just wait till you see the sailor outfit we bought him.’
A/N: I think this would have happened regardless of the first few sentences I was given to start with. Seriously, it could have been Yoochun blowing out brains in an alley and I'd still make it skirt-wearing Yunho fic and make you write it too. *gestures at crotch* The air- it feels so good.
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--vaguelynormal enigmaxempress says: for once :P
Authors: enigmaxempress and vaguelynormal
Pairing: ot5 with obvious biases.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: for obvious smexing and well- it’s crack. BEWARE.
Summary: In which Changmin buys skirts, Yunho wears them, Junsu has a crisis of faith, Yoochun leers, and Jaejoong isn’t a slut (mostly, but that’s debatable).
A/N: We have nothing to say for ourselves. Except that we are oddly proud :D collabfic with vaguelynormal Enjoy :)
Yunho is leader and knows all, somehow developing and honing a third eye when he’d accepted the position years ago, so he knows when something’s off in the delicate balance of their make-shift family unit. Junsu is more off kilter than usual, eating faster than normal, even for him. Jaejoong and Yoochun don’t smoke out on the balcony as often, a phenomenon that leaves Yunho more suspicious than approving. Only Changmin continues to behave with a semblance of normal, though it’s quite obvious even he knows something’s up, just that he’s the youngest and is hesitant to dapple in his hyung’s affairs.
Yunho takes a seat at the table hoping to prolong Junsu’s stay with some easy conversation, the normally bubbly boy has been far too quiet and evasive of late and it’s Yunho’s job to rectify it. His skirt shifts up higher along his thighs as he sits down and he fiddles with the hem a little, trying to think up adequate small talk. Junsu is still shoving his face with dinner at an alarming speed, refusing to make eye contact with any of them and Jaejoong and Yoochun are too busy staring bug eyed at Yunho to notice. Changmin remains fairly impassive, occasionally allowing himself a lingering glance at the leader, especially when he stands and moves to follow Junsu out into the bedrooms when Junsu dashes off, skirt sashaying around his toned legs with every step.
Jaejoong remains stern, eyes wide, brows furrowed, ‘I think he’s finally cracked,’ he says seriously.
Yoochun morphs into his best stern expression, hands folded on the table, leaning forward to talk conspiratorially amongst the three, ‘I agree. I know it started with a bet but he’s taking it too far now, it’s been a month and his collection has grown- I think fan girls must be supplying him with the clothes.’
‘He says it feels refreshing with air circulating around his-,’ Jaejoong gestures around his crotch, face furrowed.
‘Junsu is not taking it very well, how the hell is Yunho so oblivious?’ Yoochun exclaims.
Jaejoong turns to scrutinise the maknae, ‘Aren’t you concerned about this? Our leader has being wearing mini-skirts for weeks!’
Changmin shrugs pulling Yunho’s abandoned plate towards him, ‘I actually kind of like it,’ he says, shoving a mouthful of rice past his lips.
‘He’s got nice thighs,’ Changmin continues.
This stumps the older two for a second, thoughtful expressions on their face before Yoochun picks up his chopsticks and says slowly, ‘He’s got a point.’
‘He does,’ Jaejoong agrees, returning to his own food. ‘But how nice his thighs are isn’t the issue here. It’s about how much else he’s flashing.’
To Jaejoong and Yoochun’s amazement the food on it’s way to Changmin’s mouth pauses in midair. ‘I don’t mind what else he’s flashing either,’ Changmin says, not bothering to elaborate before his mouth was full again.
“You might actually be the only one who thinks that,’ Jaejoong murmurs absently as he watches Changmin fit an abnormally large amount of rice, meat and side dishes into his mouth without choking.
Yoochun looks distraught for a moment, ‘Err- maybe not the only one, I mean he is quite impressive down- um. Well,’ he makes a gesture to his crotch.
Changmin shrugs. With a full mouth he says, ‘Mine’s bigger.’
Jaejoong sends a scathing look Changmin’s way, ‘You’re all lanky like a beanpole, Changmin. Everyone knows thicker is better than longer,’ his tone is smug.
‘The only thing thick about you is your head,’ Changmin shoots back.
‘Yeah! The head of my-‘
‘Boys, boys,’ Yoochun mediates, palms open and hands in the air, ‘We all know it’s not the size of the boat, it’s the motion in the ocean. And don’t you think Junsu is having some kind of crisis?’
They ponder for a moment when Yunho walks back into the kitchen, hair wet from the shower and wearing a schoolgirl uniform with the shirt half unbuttoned.
‘I knew he’d look good in that one,’ Changmin says quickly, receiving disbelieving looks from Yoochun and Jaejoong that he shrugs off nonchalantly.
Jaejoong kicks him under the table, leaning forward to whisper furiously, ‘You mean to say you’ve been encouraging this, maknae?’
Yunho bends over, retrieving his misplaced cell phone and flashing them all a considerable amount of flat, tan ass, ‘ I consider it an investment,’ Changmin says calmly, blatantly leering at their oblivious leader.
‘That,’ Jaejoong points to material flapping at the periphery of Yunho’s non-existent ass as he once again takes his leave, ‘is a horrible investment. Really- polyester? If he’s going to dress like that, he should at least pick something with better material. And cut. That A-line does nothing for him.’
Yoochun gapes at Jaejoong’s outburst but Changmin isn’t fazed.
‘His ass would look better in a pencil skirt, wouldn’t it? I don't think he’s found the secretary outfit yet.’
That snaps Yoochun out of his gawping. ‘There’s a secretary outfit?’
Changmin raises an eyebrow at him as if he’d asked if the sky were blue, or if you really could bounce pennies off Junsu’s ass.
‘Well, obviously. That and a whole bunch of others I’m looking forward to seeing.’
‘What really irks me though,’ Jaejoong continues as if the other two hadn’t said a word, ‘is why he never wears any underwear. I mean- is it deliberate?’
Junsu speed walks into the kitchen this time and skids to a stop in front of the dumbfounded trio. ‘STOP HIM.’
‘What?’ Jaejoong chirps intelligently.
‘I said, STOP. HIM,’ Junsu repeats, putting unnecessary emphasis on his last two words. ‘Yunho has gone bonkers and is attempting to leave the house in a pencil skirt.’
‘No more polyester?’ Jaejoong asks hopefully.
‘So he did find it!’ Changmin snorts with glee.
--
After quite some persuading- Yoochun tempting Yunho with a short, silk kimono and several perverted compliments from Changmin- Yunho was led back inside the apartment for the evening. Jaejoong was stuck comforting a nearly hysterical Junsu in the bathroom for a majority of the night, until he himself snapped at four in the morning and started beating Changmin’s sleeping form, forcing the maknae to promise to amend the problem.
A week later when Yunho walked into the living room wearing a crisp, white tennis skirt and matching polo however, it became clear that Changmin’s solution was flawed.
‘Hey hyung, I know some balls you can play with,’ Changmin smirked as Junsu coughed out his cereal.
‘You want to play later, Changmin?’ Yunho asked eagerly, ‘I was going to go running but if you want to…’
‘Yunho, you can’t go running in that outfit! What if there’s a strong breeze? Besides, -‘ Jaejoong gestures at his crotch almost violently, ‘everything will be…bouncing around!’
‘Don’t worry, Jae. I’ve got it covered,’ Yunho reassuringly patted Jaejoong’s shoulder.
Jaejoong was exasperated, ‘What do you mean you’ve got it covered? Yunho, I forbid you to go out until you wear something decent!’
‘But Changmin gave me these and they’re very supportive,’ Yunho pouts and lifts the hem of his skirt to reveal a lacy, pale blue thong.
Jaejoong lets out a shocked wail whilst Yoochun and Changmin slyly hi-five each other under the table, staring blatantly at an ignorant Yunho’s crotch and Junsu falls off his chair, fleeing to his bedroom.
‘ARE YOU HAIRLESS?!’ Jaejoong shrieks, eyes bugging out from just beneath his bangs.
‘What-oh, you mean down here?’ Yunho carelessly lifts the front of the skirt. ‘It wouldn’t really look good if there was hair.’
‘Agreed,’ Changmin and Yoochun said together.
‘I can better appreciate the lace without all the hair,’ Yoochun continued, blatantly ogling while he could.
‘While I do like the lace, there are other things I’m appreciating,’ Changmin added with a leer.
Yunho smiled, oblivious and happily so.
‘And what exactly did you use to attain this…’ Jaejoong steals a look because he really can’t help it. The thong clearly outlines the length of Yunho’s cock and the shape of his balls, the blue colour like a pretty decoration on an already scrumptious cake. ‘…Level of smoothness?’ He narrows his eyes at Yunho, trying to pass off his inability to stop staring at Yunho’s dick as a glare.
Jaejoong fails. Changmin leers. Yoochun grins.
‘Who do you think gave him your waxing kit?’
‘I don’t even want to think about the hygiene issues- Jesus Christ, Yunho put your skirt down already,’ Jaejoong sighs, hand over eyes as he takes a seat at the table.
Yunho lowers his skirt somewhat crestfallen, leaving Changmin and Yoochun to pat him on the bottom reassuringly, whispering, ‘It’s not that it doesn’t look nice, hyung,’ and ‘Jae’s just jealous.’
‘Someone- anyone but me- go deal with Junsu,’ Jaejoong grits out, ‘He’s probably trying to douse his eyes with holy water right now and puffy, red eye infection is not good for his image.’
‘Why on earth would he be doing that?’ Yoochun sounds vaguely amused.
‘He’s having a crisis of faith- he thinks Yunho is trying to lead him into temptation.’
‘Is that a nightclub?’ Yunho blinks innocently as Changmin snickers. ‘I should go talk to him!’ Yunho puffs out his chest and puts on his best stern leader expression, somewhat diminished by his tennis ensemble.
Changmin pulls Yunho back by his polo shirt just as he’s about to march off and says, ‘I’ll go.’
Changmin approaches the bedroom door to hear some very familiar noises. Pushing the door open and stepping in the room, Changmin finds Junsu hunched over, hand in his lap moving rhythmically and panting loudly.
‘Crisis of faith, my ass,’ Changmin smirks, ‘you should have just said you had a hard-on. It’s not like the rest of us don’t. Besides, I’m sure there’s a way we could convince Yunho to give us a hand.’
‘Get out, Changmin,’ Junsu grunts, turning away from the open door.
‘What you don’t want a hand?’ Changmin asks, coming into the room and closing the door behind him.
‘I said, get out.’
A pillow comes flying his way but falls short of its mark. A catch in Junsu’s voice has Changmin pausing to listen and straining his neck to see what Junsu’s doing with his hands. Junsu’s got fingers tight around the base of his cock, chest heaving and managing a glare at Changmin over his shoulder.
‘Go ahead, stroke it,’ he says when he sees the effort Junsu puts into trying to keep his hands still.
‘What the- I told you to leave already! Can’t you understand- ‘
‘-Just stroke yourself already.’ Changmin says in a rough voice. ‘Or would you rather I come over and do it for you? I can open the door and have someone else do it.’
He doesn’t miss the way Junsu’s cock twitches at his words and smirks.
‘But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?’ he muses aloud, his voice going to its lowest register. ‘Been hard for Yunho for days, and now here I am, watching you get off. Exciting, isn’t?’
‘Shut up,’ Junsu growls, his fingers seemingly moving of their own accord as Changmin had begun to speak.
‘If I had your cock in my mouth I probably could.’
Junsu gapes for a good moment before angrily throwing a second pillow at Changmin, hitting the mark as the pillow smacks Changmin in the chin.
‘Yunho!’ Changmin yells, making sure his voice is loud enough to carry throughout the apartment.
In seconds, Yunho has burst into the room with all the fierce panic of a responsible leader, white skirt rising higher with the momentum of his legs as he skids to a stop. The sight of tanned legs and the brief glimpse of blue lace has Junsu tightening his grip and coming, doubling over and crying out.
‘Yunhoooo, Junsu’s being mean to me,’ Changmin whines, pouting cutely, ‘He threw things at me!’
Yunho takes a look at Junsu, still bent in half, face flushed and expression uncomfortable, ‘Are you sure it wasn’t the other way around?’
Yunho moves to kneel beside Junsu, trying to make eye contact, ‘Su, are you okay? Did Changmin hurt you? Let me see.’
Junsu refuses to budge and Yunho grows increasingly concerned. It takes Changmin’s firm push on Junsu’s shoulders and suddenly he’s laid flat on his back, legs dangling over the edge of the bed and the wet mess at the front of his pants exposed. Yunho takes in the situation- flaccid cock and cum just about everywhere before he grabs some tissues and starts cleaning Junsu up, oblivious to the discomforted expression on Junsu’s face as his hands brush increasingly close to genitals. Yunho is a good leader who takes care of his dongsaengs after all. Junsu lies on the bed, too shocked to move as Yunho scrubs persistently at his jeans, right where the dip of his inner thigh meets pelvis.
‘It won’t come out,’ Yunho juts his lower lip in frustration.
‘Maybe you should use lots of saliva, hyung,’ Changmin says, coming up behind Yunho, barely an inch between them.
Yunho brightens at the idea, bending forward before licking at the tissue and resuming his efforts against the persistent stain. The tissue disintegrates from the exertion and it isn’t long before Yunho sighs, Junsu desperately willing his now straining erection to go down before it smacks an ignorant Yunho on the cheek.
‘Jae is much better at this kind of thing,’ Yunho pouts, ass brushing against Changmin as he turns to face the door and shouts for Jaejoong to come help.
Jaejoong walks in barely a moment later and Yoochun, not wanting to be left out is trailing behind him. Jaejoong nearly has a coronary at the doorway, eyes raking over the sight of Yunho bent over, face mere centimetres from Junsu’s erection and his skirt riding up, naked curves of his ass pressing against Changmin’s crotch, the maknae hungrily leering at the flesh in front of him.
‘Oh good, you’re here,’ Yunho says brightly, smiling at Jaejoong and Yoochun. ‘We could use a hand.’
‘I hope that’s not all you plan on using,’ Yoochun says, pushing past an astounded Jaejoong to peer at Junsu. ‘I don’t think a crisis of faith is Junsu’s problem, Jae,’ he adds with a grin at Junsu’s straining erection.
‘That’s what I said!’ Changmin exclaims the same moment Yunho says, ‘You were having a crisis of faith?!’
‘We are not having this conversation over my crotch,’ Junsu announces, red in the face and trying to sit up.
‘That’s a very good idea. Let’s not have a conversation at all,’ Yoochun cuts in.
‘Junsu, why would you be having a crisis of faith?’ Yunho asks with a look of concern that only a true leader could possess at a time like this.
Junsu gapes at him. Yoochun and Changmin snicker.
‘You’ve been going around in skirts and now a thong and you have the gall to ask him that?!’ Jaejoong says aghast, removing himself from the doorway in a huff. ‘Are you really unaware of the effect your skirt-clad self has on people?’
‘My effect?’ Yunho echoes with an adorably confused expression on his face.
‘Yeah, this one.’ Changmin moves in to crowd Yunho from behind, pressing his erection against the cleft of Yunho’s ass.
‘Not to mention Junsu’s- which you’ve horribly disregarded. Oh, and mine.’ Yoochun adds with chagrin, gesturing at the bulge at the front of his pants.
‘I refuse to let this be some kind of group bonding experience,’ Jaejoong says, exasperation clear in his tone.
‘Group orgy then?’ Changmin suggests, looking hopeful.
‘O-orgy?’ Yunho says, stiffening in Changmin’s hold. ‘That’s not- I don’t think we should-’
‘Oh but, you’re not just going to leave us like this, are you hyung?’ Yoochun says, trying to look pitiful. ‘I mean, just look at Junsu’s cock! It might fall off if we don’t do something about it.’
‘But…’ Yunho objects, finally taking a good look at Junsu’s dripping cock and finding himself mesmerised.
Changmin pushes harder against Yunho’s ass, slowly grinding, ‘Hyung, you’re our leader. Won’t you take care of us?’
‘Oh for fucks sake,’ Jaejoong mutters, striding forward before somewhat viciously shoving Yunho’s head down on Junsu’s crotch and holding it there. ‘I’ve had enough of this- you look like a trampy little transvestite, we’ll treat you like one.’
Yoochun laughs as Yunho somewhat awkwardly wriggles, trying to pull out from Jaejoong’s grip, Junsu leaking fluid on his cheek.
‘So, no group bonding experience… How about a group bondage experience?’ Yoochun chuckles, restraining a now protesting Junsu’s arms as Changmin gets a strong grip on Yunho’s wrists.
‘What the hell, why not?’ Jaejoong shrugs, pulling Yunho up by the hair and kissing him passionately.
‘Does this have to be done over my crotch?’ Junsu yells indignantly, slightly surprised when Yunho kisses Jaejoong back, tongue sliding out.
Jaejoong pulls back, lips red before he says flippantly to Yunho, ‘I think you should suck him off,’ nodding towards Junsu and then ‘You wouldn’t want to leave your dongsaeng permanently damaged would you?’ sounding somewhat scandalised and accusatory.
Yunho’s eyes widen, slightly hurt that anyone would imply he’s not being a good hyung, before he leans forward and licks at Junsu’s crotch. Jaejoong clamps a hand down over Junsu’s mouth before the boy can let out any objections and interrupt a potentially marvellous show, Yunho moving to suck lightly on the head. Changmin’s hips roll, pushing Yunho forward and Junsu’s cock slides deeper, filling the back of his throat. He quickly pulls off, coughing lightly whilst Changmin mutters an apology and occupies himself with fiddling with the string of the thong, pulling lightly.
Jaejoong manoeuvres him to sit on the bed, handing him a glass of water and it’s then that Yunho notices that the man is completely naked. Changmin shuffling off his own pants and a gloriously bare Yoochun stripping Junsu of his last remaining sock. They all have raging erections, Changmin’s proudly upright against his stomach as he steps closer into view. Yunho looks down at his own lap to find his own dick barely contained by the blue lace and decides he might as well join in, ripping off his polo shirt.
He stands to unzip his skirt when all four men shout, ‘Leave it on!’
‘But…it’ll get in the way,’ Yunho reasons weakly, following the crook of Jaejoong’s finger and getting back onto the bed.
‘I’m sure we can find a way around it,’ Changmin says over his shoulder while pinning one of Junsu’s arms onto the mattress.
‘Is this really necessary?’ Junsu asks with a disgruntled expression as Yoochun pins him on the other side. And tweaks his nipple. Junsu hisses.
‘No, but it’s hot,’ Jaejoong says with a smirk.
Changmin snorts. ‘You would like this, of course,’ Changmin says, referring to Junsu’s restrained form.
‘I’d look better like that,’ Jaejoong corrects.
‘Great, let’s trade places then,’ Junsu yelps when Changmin pinches his other nipple none too gently. ‘What was that for?’
‘Don’t go suggesting things like that,’ Changmin reprimands, rubbing at the skin he’d abused. Junsu’s jaw tenses to suppress a moan. ‘He’d like that too much.’
‘Don’t know why you’re complaining either,’ Yoochun says looming over Junsu’s head with an expression that clearly states that Junsu is an idiot. ‘You’re getting that to suck you off.’
He gestures with his head to where Jaejoong’s busied Yunho’s mouth with his own, his hands lost beneath Yunho’s skirt. Yunho whines when Jaejoong pulls his head back to grin at them, the sound turning into a moan when Jaejoong tugs at his cock. Jaejoong leaves a kiss at his chin before directing him between Junsu’s open legs.
‘Better work quick, Yunho-yah. Junsu’s been like that for a while now. Might cause some damage if you don’t hurry.’ Yunho nods determinedly, the lust clouding his eyes giving way for concern. Anything for his beloved dongsaeng.
Junsu bucks at the first lick of Yunho’s tongue, body writhing as he slides most of his cock into his mouth.
‘See, totally necessary,’ Yoochun remarks breathily as he tightens his hold on Junsu’s wrist, eyes riveted by the sight of Junsu’s cock disappearing down Yunho’s throat.
Changmin’s face appears in Junsu’s line of vision, mouth twisted into a smug grin. ‘Aren’t you glad I walked in on you?’
‘Fuck you,’ Junsu spits out and then curses Yunho when he gives a particularly strong suck.
‘Nah, I’ve got my eyes on a far better prize,’ Changmin dismisses Junsu’s insult, patting Yunho’s hair and praising the leader, ‘You made The Junsu swear, hyung. You must be doing a good job.’
Yunho seems to take this as encouragement, tongue working harder on the length in his mouth. Yoochun and Jaejoong grope at his backside, roughly kneading the flesh and Junsu’s freed hands come to rest on his shoulders, twisting in the hair at his nape. Yoochun strokes the skin of his hips sliding the thong down around his thighs, when there is a ripping sound and a blunt pain, Jaejoong tearing the scrap of lace off. It leaves a red mark on his skin that Changmin busies himself soothing with his tongue.
All too soon the attention to his body stops except for Yoochun’s soft hands trailing under his bent body, over his stomach. There’s a bickering over his shoulder but Yunho pays no mind because Yoochun’s fingers wrap around his cock, the friction making his eyes roll back in his head.
‘This was my idea, I get to go first,’ Changmin says, furiously, slicking his fingers with lube and surprisingly gently sliding one into Yunho.
‘No way, you’re the biggest! You have to go last,’ Jaejoong argues, adding a digit of his own to the mix.
‘I put in all the work and paid for all the clothes,’ Changmin bumps shoulders with Jaejoong, squeezing in another finger beside Jaejoong’s, unmindful of Yunho’s squirming. ‘I want Yunho-hyung more!’
‘Well that’s entirely debatable,’ Jaejoong almost yells, gesturing wildly at his now red and dripping cock with his free hand. ‘I’m the oldest, brat.’
‘Why don’t you ask Yunho?’ Yoochun suggests, rubbing soothing circles over Yunho’s lower back. ‘Yunho,’ Yoochun calls, forcing their leader to pause the dutiful service he’s giving Junsu’s cock. ‘Who do you want to take you first?’
Yunho meets Yoochun’s gentle eyes, thinking of his band mate’s soft touches, vastly different from the quick hands that are withdrawing from him now. Briefly he also considers the sheer size of Changmin… Plus Yoochun is so smooth with the ladies, he’d probably be very good.
‘Yoochun.’
‘Well too bad,’ Jaejoong shoves Changmin out of the way and pushes into Yunho, ‘I’m the one who’s had to deal with all of your bullshit these past few weeks and I’m-‘ he punctuates each word with a deeper thrust, ‘going...first.’
Yunho falls forward, letting out a soft moan and sliding Junsu back into his mouth, distracting himself with the taste. Jaejoong fucks him slowly, hands fisting Yunho’s crumpled skirt, eyes half closed in pleasure. He catches sight of Junsu gnawing on his lip, one eye squeezed shut as his cock presses against the back of Yunho’s throat and watches as his band mate writhes, hips bucking up as he climaxes. Yunho swallows but mostly because Junsu is too deep in his throat not to and Jaejoong’s thrusts have him trapped, lips pressing against dark curls and soft flesh. Junsu whines, now that he’s come, Yunho’s mouth is overly potent around his length, still sucking and contracting even when he’s spent his load as though waiting for more to come.
Fortunately it’s not much longer before Jaejoong reaches bursting point, hips rutting steadily against Yunho, hands digging into the muscular thighs, spreading them wider before he explodes, pulling out to cover Yunho’s skirt with cum. He pulls back, collapsing on the bed and Yunho untangles himself from Junsu, finally able to breathe. He sits and then scrunches his face, hand reaching behind him and coming up wet. Yunho gets to his knees, tugging the short white skirt around his waist, looking mildly horrified to find a large wet patch before pouting angrily at Jaejoong.
‘You ruined my skirt.’
‘Skirt ruin-er!’ Changmin accuses, pointing a finger at Jaejoong. He’s too busy glaring at the eldest to notice Yoochun stealthily moving behind the leader until he catches a movement at the corner of his eye and it’s too late.
Yunho’s tumbled onto his back, Yoochun all slick and sliding himself inside Yunho’s wet heat.
‘Usurper!’ Changmin yells angrily when Yoochun begins to thrust.
‘Of what?’ Yoochun groans as Yunho rolls his hips and clenches around him. ‘First come, first serve, Changmin-ah.’
There’s a giggle somewhere and Changmin turns his head to see Jaejoong half-sprawled on Junsu’s stomach, body quivering with Junsu’s every laugh. ‘Actually, it’s first served, first come.’
Jaejoong joins in on the laughter, post coital bliss pulling at his limbs and the mirth lowering his guard. He doesn’t see Changmin’s fist coming until it connects with his hip, the sudden pain jolting him off Junsu and almost off the bed.
Jaejoong comes up spitting. ‘What the hell was that for?’
‘This.’ Changmin points at his cock, painfully hard and the tip wet. ‘Fix. It.’
‘Hit me one more time and I’ll make sure you never have that same problem again,’ Jaejoong growls.
‘Don’t fight,’ Yoochun says ever the mediator, despite the words coming out as a breathy moan. ‘I’m sure Yunho is more than capable of helping you find some kind… relief.’
Yunho nods his head enthusiastically as Yoochun pulls his legs wider, settling one calf on his shoulder for a better angle. ‘Yes - hah…Yoochun-ah - please don’t fight. I can…- if you want I’ll-‘
‘Well go on,’ Junsu says, pulling Jaejoong back onto the bed with roaming hands and placating fingers. ‘Before your balls fall off or you detach someone else’s.’
Changmin grumbles but makes his way over to where Yoochun is now frantically pounding into Yunho. He moves to straddle Yunho’s chest when Yoochun pushes him out of the way, his back hitting the mattress.
‘What the fuck, Yoochun?!’ Changmin yells, Yunho looks rather surprised by Yoochun’s actions too.
‘I want to-‘ Yoochun pants out, thrusting harder, ‘See his face.’
Yunho practically melts beneath Yoochun, insides liquefying as rainbows and sunshine make themselves at home in his tummy, a broad smile on his face, oblivious as Changmin pretends to gag in the background.
‘Hyung,’ Changmin whines, looking every bit the petulant child.
Yunho reaches a hand out to stroke Changmin but Yoochun pulls his hand back in, lacing their fingers. ‘Wait your turn, dongsaeng,’ Yoochun huffs out.
Changmin pouts, aggression turning into melancholy and he sits down and crosses his legs, refusing to watch the copulating couple.
Yoochun’s orgasm hits him hard a few minutes later, Yunho too hot and tight to hold out for very long. He coats Yunho’s thigh with cum, placing kisses over Yunho’s belly button that have the man giggling before Yoochun inches closer towards his hard length peeking out from under the skirt. Yoochun’s about to wrap his lips over the head when Yunho gently pushes him aside and nods at the sulking figure of Changmin. Yoochun wipes his own cum from Yunho’s thigh with his hand before crawling away to wipe it on an outraged Junsu, chaos ensuing as he joins the pile of bodies.
Yunho crawls his way to Changmin, inching his face in beside the maknae’s, running his nose against Changmin’s cheek and neck in Eskimo kisses and trying to garner his attention. Yunho knows Changmin hates being left out of anything, dislikes being treated like he’s the baby and not as entitled to power and respect as the others. Changmin’s also incredibly stubborn but usually Yunho can find a weak spot and knock the walls down.
Yunho leans in close, half climbing into Changmin’s lap and whispers in the maknae’s ear just quietly enough so that the others can’t hear, ‘I saved the best till last.’
Changmin looks up, a hint of doubt but a large spark of pride and arrogance forming on his face in the shape of a small smile. He straightens up, letting Yunho straddle his lap properly, hands groping at Yunho’s backside as he draws the leader closer. Yunho is surprised at the patience Changmin shows as the maknae slicks Yunho up again, they’re both rock hard but Changmin takes his time, quickly locating that spot that makes Yunho grip onto his biceps that much harder.
Eventually it’s Yunho who loses patience, gripping Changmin’s cock and lowering himself. He sighs in satisfaction at the stretch. Changmin’s hands cup his ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he lifts, urging Yunho to move. It’s not long before Yunho’s riding Changmin with all the expertise of a prize-winning jockey, albeit considerably taller and masculine. Changmin tugs at Yunho’s nipples, groping his chest, hand slipping down to take Yunho’s thick length into his palm. Yunho almost falls off Changmin’s lap, keening as the pleasure overwhelms him and he bursts, further ruining the once pristine, white skirt.
Changmin sits up to lay a near-exhausted Yunho down on the bed, resuming their pace as Yunho shivers and shakes beneath him. Long, smooth legs wrap around his waist as he races towards orgasm, kissing Yunho senseless as his body gains momentum. His stomach twists, heat saturating his limbs and he comes, pulsing inside Yunho’s body. Changmin collapses beside Yunho, his leader pulling him into his arms as Jaejoong, Yoochun and Junsu crowd in beside them. They’re hot, sticky and it’s a little uncomfortable with so many grown men on one bed but that was way too amazing for any of them to care, slipping into sleep easily.
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The following week Jaejoong is a tad dismayed to find Yunho wearing a red tartan, pleat skirt, black frills of lace peeking out as their leader looks under the couch in search for his missing phone. Changmin smiles appreciatively at the sight from the table, briefly distracted from his breakfast and obviously responsible for the latest additions to Yunho’s wardrobe.
Jaejoong tuts, ‘He just never learns, does he?’ Watching Yunho reach further underneath the couch, skirt rising even higher and his tongue peeking out in concentration as he blindly feels around.
Junsu and Yoochun return home moments later, finding both Jaejoong and Changmin fixated on Yunho’s ass. Changmin with his chopsticks poised and Jaejoong twisting the bottle cap on his water bottle so tightly the plastic dimples. Finally, Jaejoong snaps out of his trance. He takes in Junsu and Yoochun and shoots a glare at the bags from a high-end women’s fashion boutique in their hands.
‘Don’t you dare go encouraging him!’ Jaejoong says darkly, still glaring and stabbing the air viciously with his finger pointed at the shopping bags.
Junsu looks vaguely terrified, but Yoochun merely drops the bags, swinging an arm jovially around Jaejoong’s shoulders and leading the man from the room.
‘But hyung, just wait till you see the sailor outfit we bought him.’
A/N: I think this would have happened regardless of the first few sentences I was given to start with. Seriously, it could have been Yoochun blowing out brains in an alley and I'd still make it skirt-wearing Yunho fic and make you write it too. *gestures at crotch* The air- it feels so good.
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--vaguelynormal enigmaxempress says: for once :P