Jaejoong Is A Douchebag. Part 11.
Jaejoong Is A Douchebag Part 11
dong-bang @ kiiteruno
OT5. YooMin, JaeChun, JaeMin; NC-17; bandfic, humor, smut; ~2,000+ words
Warnings: Strong language, sex. Possible dub-con warning for this chapter, if you read it that way.
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: These are supposed to be drabble chapters. I know that, okay, I do. :/ But there wasn't a good stopping point. Besides, I bet someone would probably murder me if I broke this up. :3
Jaejoong is fairly sure this isn't what he agreed to when Yoochun oh-so-casually asked him if he wanted to "play" with him tonight.
Threesomes are nothing new. He's had one or two (or ten). The key, he's discovered, is to make sure each participant gets their fair share of attention. If someone comes out of the threesome feeling neglected, it's unlikely that they'll have any burning desire to repeat the experience.
Because of this, the hard feelings that can bubble up (and that silly fixation some people have with a little thing called monogamy) a threesome isn't generally something you surprise someone with. You're supposed to talk about it beforehand, and make sure all three people involved are ready and willing before you all hop into bed together.
Jaejoong's pretty sure Yoochun never had that conversation with him. Oh, sure, they've had threesomes before, usually with other members of the group as well as a couple with Heechul (god wasn't that a mindfuck). Still, all of those aforementioned threesomes were preceded by a conversation where it was discussed and agreed upon. There was express consent.
Yeah, Jaejoong's pretty sure he missed that conversation with Yoochun. Or, you know, it just never fucking took place. Asshat.
He frowns a bit around Yoochun's cock, frustrated with the hand he has on the back of his head. When he tries to pull back Yoochun just pushes down harder.
"I said don't stop sucking."
Jaejoong rolls his eyes behind his eyemask. Who exactly does Yoochun think is in control here? He may have agreed to let Yoochun call the shots for the night but nowhere in that agreement was oh yeah just totally bring in another person without giving me a heads-up.
He tries to ignore the foreign hands sliding over his ass as he shifts his weight back into his knees and promptly pinches Yoochun's inner thigh. He digs his nails into the skin, making sure to cause as much pain as possible. It works.
"Shit!" Yoochun jerks his hand from the back of Jaejoong's head, rubbing at his abused thigh and he takes the opportunity to pull his mouth off Yoochun's cock.
"Who did you just bring in?" He moves to sit up and pull off the mask but apparently whoever is behind him isn't too keen on that idea. A firm slap to his ass knocks him off balance, sending him face-first into Yoochun's lap with his ass still stuck awkwardly in the air.
"Don't worry about him," Yoochun answers, sliding fingers through his hair. "You're supposed to be concentrating on me, remember?"
"Yoochun, who is in-"
He doesn't get to finish his sentence; another firm spank cuts him off, delivered right to the top of his thighs. He groans at the sting, forehead pressed against the top of Yoochun's leg as he rests his upper body on his forearms.
He considers his options. He can get angry, pull his eyemask off and demand to know what's going on; he might risk another spank but he doesn't think Yoochun -and whoever else is in the room- would physically stop him from calling an end to this. Or, he can keep his mouth shut (as the other person obviously doesn't want him talking) and play along to see what Yoochun has in store.
He has to admit he's curious. This kind of play isn't something Yoochun tends to enjoy; he's more about affection, some romance, and slow, lazy sex with cuddling afterwords. Jaejoong loves it too, when he's in the mood for it. This isn't what he expected, not at all, and his interest is definitely piqued.
He gnaws on his lower lip, still breathing a bit hard as he tries to decide. The stranger's hands are massaging his ass now, squeezing and kneading and his cock gives a hopeful jump where it hangs between his legs.
"Tell me what's going on," he tries again, earning himself yet another firm smack to his backside, this time dangerously close to the back of his balls. He yelps a bit at the sting, fisting the sheets under his hands in annoyance.
"I think he doesn't want you to talk, Jaejoong," Yoochun supplies helpfully.
Thank you, Captain Obvious.
Yoochun touches his face then, tracing his cheekbone before pressing the tip of his cigarette to his lips once more.
"Hey, you trust me, right?"
Jaejoong frowns at the question, taking another slow drag as he thinks. Sure, he trusts Yoochun; he's a bit pissed at this unforeseen surprise (and the fact that he wasn't consulted about it beforehand), but he does trust him not to, say, throw him to a complete stranger. He finds himself nodding a bit, both to the question just posed to him and to his own thoughts; whoever is touching his ass right now is definitely someone they both know. Yoochun wouldn't just whore him out.
"Then trust me not to bring in someone you didn't already want, okay?" Yoochun taps his cheek lightly before he pulls the cigarette away and Jaejoong sighs out the smoke in his lungs, nodding. He doesn't say anything, but the happy little sound Yoochun makes tells him he's already consented.
He rests his weight on his elbows and fumbles around for Yoochun's cock with his fingers. The tip bumps his lips and he sighs, opening his mouth and slowly taking the head in to rest on his tongue. Yoochun makes a pleased murmur, petting his hair and he tries to ignore the hands still playing with his ass as he begins sucking.
The whole "ignoring"-thing is kind of impossible, though. The stranger behind him squeezes his ass, spreading him open and Jaejoong blinks wide behind his eyemask when he feels hot breath against his hole. Is he gonna- is his last coherent thought before a wet, silky tongue slides over his entrance. He shivers, moaning around Yoochun's cock, who in turn tightens his grip on Jaejoong's hair.
"You like that, huh? I knew you would. I told him what to do before he came." Yoochun's voice sounds slightly strained and Jaejoong takes some pride in that, in the fact that he can still reduce his bandmate to a stuttering mess. He sucks harder, bobbing his head and smirks when Yoochun sucks air through his teeth.
The stranger continues to play with him, licking and sucking while holding him open. It makes concentrating more or less impossible and he has to pull his mouth off Yoochun's cock to catch his breath. He moans to show his appreciation because damn, getting rimmed is one of his favorite little kinks and fuck Yoochun for giving away his secrets.
Soon enough (and way too soon for Jaejoong's tastes), the stranger pulls back. He feels lube being applied generously to his hole. The stranger's fingers are trembling and Jaejoong finds himself wondering if Yoochun's mystery guest is at the end of his rope.
"What, you're done blowing me?" Yoochun sounds like he's grinning.
"Shut up," he pants out. He doesn't get punished for his slip, but maybe that's because the stranger is too busy pushing his very slick and very hard cock into Jaejoong's hole. He grits his teeth at the penetration, frowning because lube was all the prep he got (but maybe Yoochun told him that's all the prep he really likes). A little voice in the back of his head points out that there's no condom and fucking hell, if he ends up diseased he's so going to get Yoochun infected, too.
Hands grip his hips for balance as the stranger thrusts slowly, experimentally, testing him to see how much he can take. He stays silent, the initial flair of pain from the stretch already dying and that seems to be all the confirmation the stranger needs. He groans against Yoochun's abdomen as the thrusts pick up speed and strength. The stranger hasn't made a single sound since he entered the room and Jaejoong is fucking dying to know his identity.
"Who is it?" He finally gasps out, gripping at the sheets as he rocks back into each thrust. It's awkward at first until the stranger matches his rhythm and suddenly it feels really fucking good. His cock bumps against his thigh, hard and angry and probably dripping on the bedsheets. He hopes someone will take pity on him eventually.
"Who do you think?" Yoochun asks, still absently petting his hair.
He frowns at the question. While he's fucked (almost) every member of the group (damn Changmin for evading him), he never quite memorized the shape of their cocks or studied their fucking style. He's not sure if he'd be able to even tell if it was Junsu or Yunho currently pounding into him, though Yunho is certainly the more sadistic of the two (he loves nothing more than to bang him stupid and listen to every squeal and yelp he makes when Yunho drives in hard). He finds it difficult to believe Junsu would go at him with quite this much force, not to mention the fact that Junsu wouldn't be able to keep quiet this long if his life depended on it.
"Yunho?" he finally guesses. Yoochun chuckles at his choice and he earns himself a slightly painful smack to his hip from the stranger buried in his ass.
"Try again," Yoochun offers with a laugh.
The stranger suddenly pulls out. Jaejoong whines at the loss; he's certainly not going to bother guessing anymore if this is his "punishment" for getting it wrong. Just when he opens his mouth to beg for more the stranger grabs him, rolling him gracelessly onto his back before spreading his legs and settling between them. His leg with the bad knee is draped over the man's shoulder as the stranger settles above him, his hands propped on either side of Jaejoong's head.
"C'mon," Jaejoong pants out, begging shamelessly. It works. The stranger pushes back inside him, surprisingly gentle and slow, almost like he's savoring it.
Who is this?
Jaejoong reaches out blindly, bound hands colliding with the man's chest; firm, smooth muscles, slick with sweat and heaving with each breath. No one stops him so he slides his hands up, over the man's neck and to his jaw. It's sharp, strong, and very, very familiar. He knows, in the back of his head, he knows who this is but his conscious mind can't grasp it.
His fingers tremble only slightly as he slides them over the not-stranger's face; a wide mouth with full lips and hot breath ghosting over his fingertips. The stranger pulls his cock out half-way before shoving back in hard and Jaejoong groans at the pleasure that shoots up his spine. When his fingertips bump against the man's nose he knows exactly who this is.
"Changmin," he gasps out after the next hard thrust into his body, believing and yet disbelieving his own words. It feels surreal, like a dream (because surely he's dreamed something like this before), but when the man's lips curve into a smile against his palm, he knows he's right.
[part 1o] // [part 12]
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dong-bang @ kiiteruno
OT5. YooMin, JaeChun, JaeMin; NC-17; bandfic, humor, smut; ~2,000+ words
Warnings: Strong language, sex. Possible dub-con warning for this chapter, if you read it that way.
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: These are supposed to be drabble chapters. I know that, okay, I do. :/ But there wasn't a good stopping point. Besides, I bet someone would probably murder me if I broke this up. :3
Jaejoong is fairly sure this isn't what he agreed to when Yoochun oh-so-casually asked him if he wanted to "play" with him tonight.
Threesomes are nothing new. He's had one or two (or ten). The key, he's discovered, is to make sure each participant gets their fair share of attention. If someone comes out of the threesome feeling neglected, it's unlikely that they'll have any burning desire to repeat the experience.
Because of this, the hard feelings that can bubble up (and that silly fixation some people have with a little thing called monogamy) a threesome isn't generally something you surprise someone with. You're supposed to talk about it beforehand, and make sure all three people involved are ready and willing before you all hop into bed together.
Jaejoong's pretty sure Yoochun never had that conversation with him. Oh, sure, they've had threesomes before, usually with other members of the group as well as a couple with Heechul (god wasn't that a mindfuck). Still, all of those aforementioned threesomes were preceded by a conversation where it was discussed and agreed upon. There was express consent.
Yeah, Jaejoong's pretty sure he missed that conversation with Yoochun. Or, you know, it just never fucking took place. Asshat.
He frowns a bit around Yoochun's cock, frustrated with the hand he has on the back of his head. When he tries to pull back Yoochun just pushes down harder.
"I said don't stop sucking."
Jaejoong rolls his eyes behind his eyemask. Who exactly does Yoochun think is in control here? He may have agreed to let Yoochun call the shots for the night but nowhere in that agreement was oh yeah just totally bring in another person without giving me a heads-up.
He tries to ignore the foreign hands sliding over his ass as he shifts his weight back into his knees and promptly pinches Yoochun's inner thigh. He digs his nails into the skin, making sure to cause as much pain as possible. It works.
"Shit!" Yoochun jerks his hand from the back of Jaejoong's head, rubbing at his abused thigh and he takes the opportunity to pull his mouth off Yoochun's cock.
"Who did you just bring in?" He moves to sit up and pull off the mask but apparently whoever is behind him isn't too keen on that idea. A firm slap to his ass knocks him off balance, sending him face-first into Yoochun's lap with his ass still stuck awkwardly in the air.
"Don't worry about him," Yoochun answers, sliding fingers through his hair. "You're supposed to be concentrating on me, remember?"
"Yoochun, who is in-"
He doesn't get to finish his sentence; another firm spank cuts him off, delivered right to the top of his thighs. He groans at the sting, forehead pressed against the top of Yoochun's leg as he rests his upper body on his forearms.
He considers his options. He can get angry, pull his eyemask off and demand to know what's going on; he might risk another spank but he doesn't think Yoochun -and whoever else is in the room- would physically stop him from calling an end to this. Or, he can keep his mouth shut (as the other person obviously doesn't want him talking) and play along to see what Yoochun has in store.
He has to admit he's curious. This kind of play isn't something Yoochun tends to enjoy; he's more about affection, some romance, and slow, lazy sex with cuddling afterwords. Jaejoong loves it too, when he's in the mood for it. This isn't what he expected, not at all, and his interest is definitely piqued.
He gnaws on his lower lip, still breathing a bit hard as he tries to decide. The stranger's hands are massaging his ass now, squeezing and kneading and his cock gives a hopeful jump where it hangs between his legs.
"Tell me what's going on," he tries again, earning himself yet another firm smack to his backside, this time dangerously close to the back of his balls. He yelps a bit at the sting, fisting the sheets under his hands in annoyance.
"I think he doesn't want you to talk, Jaejoong," Yoochun supplies helpfully.
Thank you, Captain Obvious.
Yoochun touches his face then, tracing his cheekbone before pressing the tip of his cigarette to his lips once more.
"Hey, you trust me, right?"
Jaejoong frowns at the question, taking another slow drag as he thinks. Sure, he trusts Yoochun; he's a bit pissed at this unforeseen surprise (and the fact that he wasn't consulted about it beforehand), but he does trust him not to, say, throw him to a complete stranger. He finds himself nodding a bit, both to the question just posed to him and to his own thoughts; whoever is touching his ass right now is definitely someone they both know. Yoochun wouldn't just whore him out.
"Then trust me not to bring in someone you didn't already want, okay?" Yoochun taps his cheek lightly before he pulls the cigarette away and Jaejoong sighs out the smoke in his lungs, nodding. He doesn't say anything, but the happy little sound Yoochun makes tells him he's already consented.
He rests his weight on his elbows and fumbles around for Yoochun's cock with his fingers. The tip bumps his lips and he sighs, opening his mouth and slowly taking the head in to rest on his tongue. Yoochun makes a pleased murmur, petting his hair and he tries to ignore the hands still playing with his ass as he begins sucking.
The whole "ignoring"-thing is kind of impossible, though. The stranger behind him squeezes his ass, spreading him open and Jaejoong blinks wide behind his eyemask when he feels hot breath against his hole. Is he gonna- is his last coherent thought before a wet, silky tongue slides over his entrance. He shivers, moaning around Yoochun's cock, who in turn tightens his grip on Jaejoong's hair.
"You like that, huh? I knew you would. I told him what to do before he came." Yoochun's voice sounds slightly strained and Jaejoong takes some pride in that, in the fact that he can still reduce his bandmate to a stuttering mess. He sucks harder, bobbing his head and smirks when Yoochun sucks air through his teeth.
The stranger continues to play with him, licking and sucking while holding him open. It makes concentrating more or less impossible and he has to pull his mouth off Yoochun's cock to catch his breath. He moans to show his appreciation because damn, getting rimmed is one of his favorite little kinks and fuck Yoochun for giving away his secrets.
Soon enough (and way too soon for Jaejoong's tastes), the stranger pulls back. He feels lube being applied generously to his hole. The stranger's fingers are trembling and Jaejoong finds himself wondering if Yoochun's mystery guest is at the end of his rope.
"What, you're done blowing me?" Yoochun sounds like he's grinning.
"Shut up," he pants out. He doesn't get punished for his slip, but maybe that's because the stranger is too busy pushing his very slick and very hard cock into Jaejoong's hole. He grits his teeth at the penetration, frowning because lube was all the prep he got (but maybe Yoochun told him that's all the prep he really likes). A little voice in the back of his head points out that there's no condom and fucking hell, if he ends up diseased he's so going to get Yoochun infected, too.
Hands grip his hips for balance as the stranger thrusts slowly, experimentally, testing him to see how much he can take. He stays silent, the initial flair of pain from the stretch already dying and that seems to be all the confirmation the stranger needs. He groans against Yoochun's abdomen as the thrusts pick up speed and strength. The stranger hasn't made a single sound since he entered the room and Jaejoong is fucking dying to know his identity.
"Who is it?" He finally gasps out, gripping at the sheets as he rocks back into each thrust. It's awkward at first until the stranger matches his rhythm and suddenly it feels really fucking good. His cock bumps against his thigh, hard and angry and probably dripping on the bedsheets. He hopes someone will take pity on him eventually.
"Who do you think?" Yoochun asks, still absently petting his hair.
He frowns at the question. While he's fucked (almost) every member of the group (damn Changmin for evading him), he never quite memorized the shape of their cocks or studied their fucking style. He's not sure if he'd be able to even tell if it was Junsu or Yunho currently pounding into him, though Yunho is certainly the more sadistic of the two (he loves nothing more than to bang him stupid and listen to every squeal and yelp he makes when Yunho drives in hard). He finds it difficult to believe Junsu would go at him with quite this much force, not to mention the fact that Junsu wouldn't be able to keep quiet this long if his life depended on it.
"Yunho?" he finally guesses. Yoochun chuckles at his choice and he earns himself a slightly painful smack to his hip from the stranger buried in his ass.
"Try again," Yoochun offers with a laugh.
The stranger suddenly pulls out. Jaejoong whines at the loss; he's certainly not going to bother guessing anymore if this is his "punishment" for getting it wrong. Just when he opens his mouth to beg for more the stranger grabs him, rolling him gracelessly onto his back before spreading his legs and settling between them. His leg with the bad knee is draped over the man's shoulder as the stranger settles above him, his hands propped on either side of Jaejoong's head.
"C'mon," Jaejoong pants out, begging shamelessly. It works. The stranger pushes back inside him, surprisingly gentle and slow, almost like he's savoring it.
Who is this?
Jaejoong reaches out blindly, bound hands colliding with the man's chest; firm, smooth muscles, slick with sweat and heaving with each breath. No one stops him so he slides his hands up, over the man's neck and to his jaw. It's sharp, strong, and very, very familiar. He knows, in the back of his head, he knows who this is but his conscious mind can't grasp it.
His fingers tremble only slightly as he slides them over the not-stranger's face; a wide mouth with full lips and hot breath ghosting over his fingertips. The stranger pulls his cock out half-way before shoving back in hard and Jaejoong groans at the pleasure that shoots up his spine. When his fingertips bump against the man's nose he knows exactly who this is.
"Changmin," he gasps out after the next hard thrust into his body, believing and yet disbelieving his own words. It feels surreal, like a dream (because surely he's dreamed something like this before), but when the man's lips curve into a smile against his palm, he knows he's right.
[part 1o] // [part 12]
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