Jaejoong Is A Douchebag. Part 10.
Jaejoong Is A Douchebag Part 10
dong-bang @ kiiteruno
OT5. YooMin, JaeChun, JaeMin; NC-17; bandfic, humor, smut; ~1,000+ words
Warnings: Strong language, sex, the usual for me.
Summary: A story of unrequited love (not really), blowjobs (cause they're fun), bets (okay, only one), sex (lots), and revenge (the best kind).
AN: Does this make up for the last part? :3
Jaejoong shows up in his hotel room that night, showered and dressed lightly, a pair of tasteful leather handcuffs dangling from his left hand.
"We gotta figure out what to do about Changmin," is the first thing out of his mouth. Yoochun closes his eyes and does his best not to show his frustration.
Jaejoong's fixation with getting the youngest into bed had been amusing in the beginning and yet had quickly spiraled down into the realm of irritating. It was nearly impossible to get the oldest alone and not hear about Changmin and his many favorable qualities, which Yoochun was more than ready to agree Changmin had in abundance. Yet, agreeing with Jaejoong and tolerating Jaejoong's obsession (because yes, Yoochun was quite sure this was bordering on obsession) were two different concepts entirely. Yoochun agreed with the oldest wholly; he was, however, done tolerating him.
"Let's not worry about Changmin tonight, okay?" he finally replies. He tucks a cigarette between his lips and lights up. It's for his nerves. Being on top in this kind of encounter isn't something he does with Jaejoong often and he's willing to admit to himself he's a bit nervous. Jaejoong tends to be pretty good at playing along; he just hopes Jaejoong will play along to this.
"Fine," is all the response he gets. The oldest closes the hotel room door before flopping down next to Yoochun on the bed. "So what'd you have in mind?"
Yoochun grins. "Get naked."
"Aye aye, captain."
Jaejoong's tank top goes first before he stands back up and strips his track pants and underwear off in one move. He has no modesty, Yoochun thinks to himself, none at all, and yet he has to admit that, with a body like that, Jaejoong has no reason to even be modest.
When Jaejoong turns back to him for more direction he holds up his pink-and-purple eyemask from the endtable. "Put this on."
"I'll look ridiculous," Jaejoong says, even as he takes it and slips it over his eyes.
Yoochun stands up, grabbing the handcuffs Jaejoong brought and carefully securing them around the oldest's wrists. "Nuh-uh. You look hot."
"Flatterer." Jaejoong's smiling as he licks his lips, waiting patiently, and Yoochun thinks this is about as easy as it'll get.
He takes a slow breath and leads Jaejoong to the bed. Yoochun gets settled first, resting his back on the pillows he propped up against the headboard. He draws Jaejoong down onto the bed, taking a moment to light a new cigarette before he gathers his guts together and speaks.
"Suck me." It's strange, so strange to issue orders like this and yet with Jaejoong unable to look at him it comes out so much easier. He watches a bit too excitedly as Jaejoong obeys, fingers reaching forward with his bound hands and fumbling before finding the hem of his pants and pulling it down. Long fingers stroke him once, twice, testing how hard he is before Jaejoong dips his head down and laps at the tip.
Yoochun closes his eyes and settles back, a stupid grin on his lips while his cigarette burns forgotten in his left hand. This feels fucking amazing and he wonders why he doesn't get Jaejoong to suck him off more often. He tangles his right hand into Jaejoong's hair, squeezing and tugging lightly before gently applying pressure. Jaejoong takes the hint and parts his lips, easily taking the head into his mouth and sucking like a pro. He makes a wonderful picture like this (blindfolded, hands bound, mouth full of cock) and Yoochun is more than tempted to take a few pics with his cell.
Instead he snags his phone off the nightstand and sends a text he wrote earlier and saved. He's half-worried Jaejoong will hear it or ask what he's doing but the oldest seems too busy trying to take the whole of Yoochun's length down his throat. He nearly drops his cigarette on the sheets.
"Jaejoong," he moans softly, biting his lower lip. He knows Jaejoong will keep going until he gives him a new command. At this rate things will be over way too quickly. "Jaejoong-ah," he says again, sliding his fingers over Jaejoong's cheek. The oldest slides his mouth off his cock and licks his lips, panting slowly.
"Yeah?"
"God, slow down or this will be embarrassingly quick."
Jaejoong just smirks and Yoochun sighs, pressing the tip of his cigarette into the oldest's mouth and watching as Jaejoong takes a slow drag. He lets the smoke curl out past his lips and fuck, Jaejoong is like sex personified.
He grabs the oldest's hair again and pushes him back down to his cock, groaning aloud as Jaejoong swallows him whole. His groans mask the faint click of the hotel room's door as it opens, and Yoochun barely gives the man who enters his room even half a glance.
"Jaejoong-ah," he sighs out, dropping his head back against the pillows as he watches those plump lips work his cock. Jaejoong moans happily in return, taking him down to the very base of his cock before choking in complete and utter shock as the third man's hands slide up the back of his thighs.
Apparently, they caught Jaejoong by surprise.
Yoochun grins as the new man in the room gets settled on the bed behind Jaejoong before he tightens his grip on the oldest's hair.
"Don't stop sucking."
Jaejoong makes a confused, slightly panicked whimper around his cock and Yoochun has to actively try not to come from it. When the oldest moves to pull back again Yoochun simply pushes down on the back of his head harder.
"I said don't stop sucking."
There's a long, tense moment as Jaejoong seems to mull over the order. He wonders what Jaejoong will decide.
[part o9] // [part 11]
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dong-bang @ kiiteruno
OT5. YooMin, JaeChun, JaeMin; NC-17; bandfic, humor, smut; ~1,000+ words
Warnings: Strong language, sex, the usual for me.
Summary: A story of unrequited love (not really), blowjobs (cause they're fun), bets (okay, only one), sex (lots), and revenge (the best kind).
AN: Does this make up for the last part? :3
Jaejoong shows up in his hotel room that night, showered and dressed lightly, a pair of tasteful leather handcuffs dangling from his left hand.
"We gotta figure out what to do about Changmin," is the first thing out of his mouth. Yoochun closes his eyes and does his best not to show his frustration.
Jaejoong's fixation with getting the youngest into bed had been amusing in the beginning and yet had quickly spiraled down into the realm of irritating. It was nearly impossible to get the oldest alone and not hear about Changmin and his many favorable qualities, which Yoochun was more than ready to agree Changmin had in abundance. Yet, agreeing with Jaejoong and tolerating Jaejoong's obsession (because yes, Yoochun was quite sure this was bordering on obsession) were two different concepts entirely. Yoochun agreed with the oldest wholly; he was, however, done tolerating him.
"Let's not worry about Changmin tonight, okay?" he finally replies. He tucks a cigarette between his lips and lights up. It's for his nerves. Being on top in this kind of encounter isn't something he does with Jaejoong often and he's willing to admit to himself he's a bit nervous. Jaejoong tends to be pretty good at playing along; he just hopes Jaejoong will play along to this.
"Fine," is all the response he gets. The oldest closes the hotel room door before flopping down next to Yoochun on the bed. "So what'd you have in mind?"
Yoochun grins. "Get naked."
"Aye aye, captain."
Jaejoong's tank top goes first before he stands back up and strips his track pants and underwear off in one move. He has no modesty, Yoochun thinks to himself, none at all, and yet he has to admit that, with a body like that, Jaejoong has no reason to even be modest.
When Jaejoong turns back to him for more direction he holds up his pink-and-purple eyemask from the endtable. "Put this on."
"I'll look ridiculous," Jaejoong says, even as he takes it and slips it over his eyes.
Yoochun stands up, grabbing the handcuffs Jaejoong brought and carefully securing them around the oldest's wrists. "Nuh-uh. You look hot."
"Flatterer." Jaejoong's smiling as he licks his lips, waiting patiently, and Yoochun thinks this is about as easy as it'll get.
He takes a slow breath and leads Jaejoong to the bed. Yoochun gets settled first, resting his back on the pillows he propped up against the headboard. He draws Jaejoong down onto the bed, taking a moment to light a new cigarette before he gathers his guts together and speaks.
"Suck me." It's strange, so strange to issue orders like this and yet with Jaejoong unable to look at him it comes out so much easier. He watches a bit too excitedly as Jaejoong obeys, fingers reaching forward with his bound hands and fumbling before finding the hem of his pants and pulling it down. Long fingers stroke him once, twice, testing how hard he is before Jaejoong dips his head down and laps at the tip.
Yoochun closes his eyes and settles back, a stupid grin on his lips while his cigarette burns forgotten in his left hand. This feels fucking amazing and he wonders why he doesn't get Jaejoong to suck him off more often. He tangles his right hand into Jaejoong's hair, squeezing and tugging lightly before gently applying pressure. Jaejoong takes the hint and parts his lips, easily taking the head into his mouth and sucking like a pro. He makes a wonderful picture like this (blindfolded, hands bound, mouth full of cock) and Yoochun is more than tempted to take a few pics with his cell.
Instead he snags his phone off the nightstand and sends a text he wrote earlier and saved. He's half-worried Jaejoong will hear it or ask what he's doing but the oldest seems too busy trying to take the whole of Yoochun's length down his throat. He nearly drops his cigarette on the sheets.
"Jaejoong," he moans softly, biting his lower lip. He knows Jaejoong will keep going until he gives him a new command. At this rate things will be over way too quickly. "Jaejoong-ah," he says again, sliding his fingers over Jaejoong's cheek. The oldest slides his mouth off his cock and licks his lips, panting slowly.
"Yeah?"
"God, slow down or this will be embarrassingly quick."
Jaejoong just smirks and Yoochun sighs, pressing the tip of his cigarette into the oldest's mouth and watching as Jaejoong takes a slow drag. He lets the smoke curl out past his lips and fuck, Jaejoong is like sex personified.
He grabs the oldest's hair again and pushes him back down to his cock, groaning aloud as Jaejoong swallows him whole. His groans mask the faint click of the hotel room's door as it opens, and Yoochun barely gives the man who enters his room even half a glance.
"Jaejoong-ah," he sighs out, dropping his head back against the pillows as he watches those plump lips work his cock. Jaejoong moans happily in return, taking him down to the very base of his cock before choking in complete and utter shock as the third man's hands slide up the back of his thighs.
Apparently, they caught Jaejoong by surprise.
Yoochun grins as the new man in the room gets settled on the bed behind Jaejoong before he tightens his grip on the oldest's hair.
"Don't stop sucking."
Jaejoong makes a confused, slightly panicked whimper around his cock and Yoochun has to actively try not to come from it. When the oldest moves to pull back again Yoochun simply pushes down on the back of his head harder.
"I said don't stop sucking."
There's a long, tense moment as Jaejoong seems to mull over the order. He wonders what Jaejoong will decide.
[part o9] // [part 11]
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