I NEED A BOY THAT CAN MAKE ME..
style: ONESHOT
Rating: PG-13
Author: me!
Pairings: JaeHo x YooSu x JaeSu
Summary: Just simple interaction between those pairings..? i guess...hehe
and... i was bored ^^
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Yunho
It was another night out.
Different club, same atmosphere, same reactions
The same hungry gazes from girls in skirts the sizes of tissues.
The same invitations to ‘come home to my place’
The same looks of seduction thrown his way
He cruised through the crowd with Yoochun by his side, their bad boy image drawing the gazes of every single female in the room.
They’re players, and that’s the way it is.
Nothing more, nothing less
Use them then lose them
That was the motto.
It worked on everyone, but one.
Yunho raised his chin and glanced down at a small brunette who slithered her self onto him with slanted eyes peeking at him through long dark lashes. Yoochun continued to saunter through the crowd, leaving Yunho and knowing that his friend’s interest was tweaked by the brunette who dared to look him straight in the eye with such lust in her gaze.
Yoochun
He sauntered his way straight to the bar flashing a practiced sexy gaze to those who didn’t look away.
With a single nod to the bartender he didn’t have to wait long for a strong drink to materialize in his hand.
Yoochun surveyed the crowd.
The air was thick with the smell of sweat and incense and another unidentifiable scent that all clubs seemed to have.
He was bored.
Like he usually was.
As he panned his eyes out, he caught sight of Yunho dancing half-heartedly with the brunette that found him earlier.
Their movements were automatic and Yoochun knew that she was just in it for the lay.
What was it with horny females in clubs?
The dim lights and loud music seemed to give them a license to throw themselves at every attractive guy they see.
Yoochun sprawled against the bar, an elbow casually supporting his tall form and his hand slowly nursing the drink he held.
JaeJoong
“You think they’ll be here?” he asked the blonde boy beside him as they walked through the crowd.
“They’ll be here.” Junsu answered surely without even bothering to search through the dimness of the club for the two they sought.
As usual, he and Junsu made their way to the middle of the dance floor.
The music blared loudly in his ears sending shock waves through his body.
Without hesitation, Junsu grabbed his waist and yanked him hard against him to meet his already gyrating hips.
JaeJoong gasped but didn’t waste time to recover, immediately following Junsu’s lead and moving his own hips sensually against the younger boy.
It was always the same.
They would go to a club.
Dance their souls away.
And then he would feel strong familiar arms wrap around him.
There was never an exchange of names between them, just movement.
JaeJoong knew what he looked like.
He knew what Junsu’s boy looked like.
Junsu knew what his boy looked like.
And everything else was movement and blaring music.
Junsu changed the rhythm of their movement and JaeJoong followed without a thought. It should be sinful for the younger boy to move so sensually, but JaeJoong knew it was all for that boy. The one who never failed to come to his friend. With the full lips and playboy smile.
It was all for that boy.
Just like JaeJoong’s movements were all for his boy.
The one with the piercing gaze and commanding presence.
His was all for that boy.
Yoochun
He straightened as he saw a familiar head of blonde hair in the centre of the dance floor. Without a second thought, his drink forgotten, he made his way towards the middle of the dance floor.
He knew he’d see Yunho there.
Yunho
He didn’t have to look around to know that he was here.
The one that was his.
Without a second thought, he abandoned the brunette grinding herself against him and searched the dance floor.
There he is…
Yunho sauntered through the crush of bodies with ease.
His gaze was fixed on one person who at that moment had his back to him.
Junsu
Junsu stroked a pink tongue over his full lips as he saw the two they sought making their way towards them.
“I told you they were here…” he murmured sensually into JaeJoong’s ear. Slowly, he blew a soft, warm breath into that same ear and planted a moist kiss on
JaeJoong’s exposed collarbone with a small smile.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched his boy circle them as if he were eyeing his prey.
For a moment, his boy disappeared from his view, and then Junsu felt warm hands at his waist. Almost violently, he was yanked away from JaeJoong and his back slammed against a hard chest.
Junsu grinned and ground against the hardness that was already there.
A warm breath was expelled against his ear and then filled it with a low and husky voice.
“Why are you dancing with him when you know you’re mine?”
Junsu smiled at the familiar words and then murmured the usual reply. “Because I’m not yours.”
An arm slinked around his waist, aggressive and possessive at the same time.
Junsu felt a warm tongue lap his collarbone playfully and then familiar lips planted a moist kiss on his shoulder.
“You’re mine.”
JaeJoong
Just as Junsu’s warmth was taken away from him, he felt an arm swiftly slink around his shoulders from behind.
JaeJoong gasped as a warm body followed the arm and then he finally found himself resting against a strong chest.
They moved with the pounding of the music. His movements were sensual but at the same time had a hint of precision.
They danced in complete synchronization without sudden jolts and uncomfortable positions.
JaeJoong rolled his hips against him and reveled in the sharp gasp the movement produced.
“Why do you torture me so?” he asked, just like the million times before.
JaeJoong smiled, enjoying the moment of control that this role play always allowed him. “Because I can,” he replied smoothly.
And just like the many times before, a sharp nip at his ear was his reply, followed by the warmth of a tongue soothing the bite, and then a moist kiss just below JaeJoong’s ear completed the response.
JaeJoong gasped at the shivers running up and down his spine. His knees weakened and threatened to buckle.
Expecting it, his boy tightened the grip he had on JaeJoong and then murmured smoothly into his ear as usual.
“No, you can’t.”
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yessss.... i don't know. hahahahha....
erm... comments??
any spelling mistakes etc, i'm SORRY!!! I just felt like writing something so it's not proof-read...
tell me what you think because your comments ARE LOVED!!! =D
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Rating: PG-13
Author: me!
Pairings: JaeHo x YooSu x JaeSu
Summary: Just simple interaction between those pairings..? i guess...hehe
and... i was bored ^^
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Yunho
It was another night out.
Different club, same atmosphere, same reactions
The same hungry gazes from girls in skirts the sizes of tissues.
The same invitations to ‘come home to my place’
The same looks of seduction thrown his way
He cruised through the crowd with Yoochun by his side, their bad boy image drawing the gazes of every single female in the room.
They’re players, and that’s the way it is.
Nothing more, nothing less
Use them then lose them
That was the motto.
It worked on everyone, but one.
Yunho raised his chin and glanced down at a small brunette who slithered her self onto him with slanted eyes peeking at him through long dark lashes. Yoochun continued to saunter through the crowd, leaving Yunho and knowing that his friend’s interest was tweaked by the brunette who dared to look him straight in the eye with such lust in her gaze.
Yoochun
He sauntered his way straight to the bar flashing a practiced sexy gaze to those who didn’t look away.
With a single nod to the bartender he didn’t have to wait long for a strong drink to materialize in his hand.
Yoochun surveyed the crowd.
The air was thick with the smell of sweat and incense and another unidentifiable scent that all clubs seemed to have.
He was bored.
Like he usually was.
As he panned his eyes out, he caught sight of Yunho dancing half-heartedly with the brunette that found him earlier.
Their movements were automatic and Yoochun knew that she was just in it for the lay.
What was it with horny females in clubs?
The dim lights and loud music seemed to give them a license to throw themselves at every attractive guy they see.
Yoochun sprawled against the bar, an elbow casually supporting his tall form and his hand slowly nursing the drink he held.
JaeJoong
“You think they’ll be here?” he asked the blonde boy beside him as they walked through the crowd.
“They’ll be here.” Junsu answered surely without even bothering to search through the dimness of the club for the two they sought.
As usual, he and Junsu made their way to the middle of the dance floor.
The music blared loudly in his ears sending shock waves through his body.
Without hesitation, Junsu grabbed his waist and yanked him hard against him to meet his already gyrating hips.
JaeJoong gasped but didn’t waste time to recover, immediately following Junsu’s lead and moving his own hips sensually against the younger boy.
It was always the same.
They would go to a club.
Dance their souls away.
And then he would feel strong familiar arms wrap around him.
There was never an exchange of names between them, just movement.
JaeJoong knew what he looked like.
He knew what Junsu’s boy looked like.
Junsu knew what his boy looked like.
And everything else was movement and blaring music.
Junsu changed the rhythm of their movement and JaeJoong followed without a thought. It should be sinful for the younger boy to move so sensually, but JaeJoong knew it was all for that boy. The one who never failed to come to his friend. With the full lips and playboy smile.
It was all for that boy.
Just like JaeJoong’s movements were all for his boy.
The one with the piercing gaze and commanding presence.
His was all for that boy.
Yoochun
He straightened as he saw a familiar head of blonde hair in the centre of the dance floor. Without a second thought, his drink forgotten, he made his way towards the middle of the dance floor.
He knew he’d see Yunho there.
Yunho
He didn’t have to look around to know that he was here.
The one that was his.
Without a second thought, he abandoned the brunette grinding herself against him and searched the dance floor.
There he is…
Yunho sauntered through the crush of bodies with ease.
His gaze was fixed on one person who at that moment had his back to him.
Junsu
Junsu stroked a pink tongue over his full lips as he saw the two they sought making their way towards them.
“I told you they were here…” he murmured sensually into JaeJoong’s ear. Slowly, he blew a soft, warm breath into that same ear and planted a moist kiss on
JaeJoong’s exposed collarbone with a small smile.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched his boy circle them as if he were eyeing his prey.
For a moment, his boy disappeared from his view, and then Junsu felt warm hands at his waist. Almost violently, he was yanked away from JaeJoong and his back slammed against a hard chest.
Junsu grinned and ground against the hardness that was already there.
A warm breath was expelled against his ear and then filled it with a low and husky voice.
“Why are you dancing with him when you know you’re mine?”
Junsu smiled at the familiar words and then murmured the usual reply. “Because I’m not yours.”
An arm slinked around his waist, aggressive and possessive at the same time.
Junsu felt a warm tongue lap his collarbone playfully and then familiar lips planted a moist kiss on his shoulder.
“You’re mine.”
JaeJoong
Just as Junsu’s warmth was taken away from him, he felt an arm swiftly slink around his shoulders from behind.
JaeJoong gasped as a warm body followed the arm and then he finally found himself resting against a strong chest.
They moved with the pounding of the music. His movements were sensual but at the same time had a hint of precision.
They danced in complete synchronization without sudden jolts and uncomfortable positions.
JaeJoong rolled his hips against him and reveled in the sharp gasp the movement produced.
“Why do you torture me so?” he asked, just like the million times before.
JaeJoong smiled, enjoying the moment of control that this role play always allowed him. “Because I can,” he replied smoothly.
And just like the many times before, a sharp nip at his ear was his reply, followed by the warmth of a tongue soothing the bite, and then a moist kiss just below JaeJoong’s ear completed the response.
JaeJoong gasped at the shivers running up and down his spine. His knees weakened and threatened to buckle.
Expecting it, his boy tightened the grip he had on JaeJoong and then murmured smoothly into his ear as usual.
“No, you can’t.”
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yessss.... i don't know. hahahahha....
erm... comments??
any spelling mistakes etc, i'm SORRY!!! I just felt like writing something so it's not proof-read...
tell me what you think because your comments ARE LOVED!!! =D
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