| Fan Fiction |
by Cool_1312 and aronist_ed
Warning: negative smut
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Cold air enveloped his face as he opened his eyes, the orbs scanning the darkness around him. He tried to move, only to find himself cuffed to the metal post above his head. Confused, he tried to move his lower body and felt no less relieved when he could move them freely. What the hell? He fidgeted his shoulder when his body felt the soft cushions of an unfamiliar bed. Hesitantly, he pulled on the cuffs, producing loud clinking sounds that were pain to his own ears.
A soft chortle sounded by his left.
Alarmed, he turned his head towards the noise, his keen eyes adjusting to the darkness surrounding him. He made a face of disgust as the room’s scent suddenly changed to nauseating alcohol. Heavy pants came out of his mouth as he pulled on the cuffs harder; small cut wounds already appearing on his wrists, “Who’s there?”
Another chortle sounded, this time louder and with a hint of arrogance, “Who else would it be, officer-who-was-supposed-to-put-my-bubble—aish, I forgot!” The hidden man stomped his foot at the wooden floorboard.
No way. His eyes widened as he recognized the familiar voice of the other man. With his eyes slowly adjusting to the sinister atmosphere, he could already make out who the other person was as he traced the silhouette of the other man with his eyes, “Fuck you! Let me go!”
A soft click of a switch startled him; the light coming out of the light seemed too bright for his liking. Desperate, he pulled on the cuffs more, not caring about the stinging pain on the skin of his wrists.
“Aww, impatient, aren’t we?” The other man pulled himself from the wall and walked to the hollow space at the foot of the bed. The criminal’s eyes were swollen and cheeks tinted pink. The mischievous smile printed on the other’s lips told he that he was not sober, he was drunk. “I just want to have a little fun, Mr. Park…”
A gasp escaped his lips as the other man leaned down to caress his thighs through his slacks, a hint of arousal obvious in his eyes. The other man’s hands travelled upwards, soothing the expanse above his legs. Disgusted with the ministrations, he kicked off his hands, “What the—get the hell away from me!”
The other man let out a sarcastic laugh, “What are you going to do if I don’t want to? Why do you think those handcuffs are there for?” The criminal moved his hand through the interior of his blazer, sliding the piece of clothing off of his body. He bit his lower lip as he scanned at the prisoner’s rigid physique, “Mr. Park, why do you look so irresistible lying there? Do you know that it’s taking all of my self-control not to take you on right here and now?”
Park Yoochun gasped as his mind slowly got the point across, “You’re not going to—”. He kicked his heels on the cushion of the bed, distancing himself from the other man, “No! Fuck you!”
Removing his undershirt, Junsu looked down on his captured prize. “Chunnie...” the other called him by his nickname in a lustful manner; the criminal’s member aching under the fabrics of his underwear and pants, “I wonder how you taste like.. I wonder how it’d feel with you writhing under my touch... So enticing, you are...”
“Let me go! Fuck it!” He cursed as he found himself unable to escape.
“Hmm...” the other’s unfocused eyes closed in deep thought, “I don’t think I’ll be needing much of your mouth, Chunnie. Maybe later...” Limply, he walked over to a table and hastily opened a drawer. A screeching sound of the duct tape being torn caught Yoochun’s attention; his pulse quickening at the disturbing sound. He made a sound of protest as the other man walked to his direction, holding the torn tape on his thumb.
Junsu crawled swiftly onto the bed and straddled Yoochun hips with his thighs as he settled on the officer’s crotch as Yoochun bucked his hips forcefully, showing his discomfort at the other man touching him. “Ohoho, now I thought I was the only one who wanted this.”
“Get the hell off me, you son of a b—” his words were cut off as Junsu harshly dabbed the tape on his lips, covering half of his face with its adhesive shell.
“There,” Junsu looked down on him seductively. Leisurely, he bent over, his lips finding the soft skin of Yoochun’s neck, giving it a soft suck. Not wanting to give in, Yoochun thrashed his head to the side, trying to squeeze Junsu’s head out. In response, the other man merely sucked stronger, “Now... You’re mine to have...”
The drunk criminal straightened his back, grabbing at the cloth of Yoochun’s shirt and forcefully ripping it apart, revealing his taut, flat abdomen. He muffled a sound of objection as the man leaned down on his nipple and sucked on it hungrily, sending waves of unwanted pleasure all over his body, “Mine...” Junsu whispered on the skin of his abdomen.
“Mmmmff!” He screamed through the tape as the other man’s lips travelled down to his belly button, its tongue delving inside the pit, sending shivers up his spine. He kicked his legs in attempt to get away from the other man but only found himself kicking the space beside him, making his ruthless kicking useless.
With tongue busy lapping at his abdomen, Junsu’s hands found the waistband of his slacks, desperately unbuttoning the article of clothing and sliding it down to his knees. Smiling as Junsu eyed the semi-hard erection through his boxers, the criminal pushed his palms on his inner thighs, pushing his legs further apart. He experimentally ran the tip of his tongue on the soft head of his erection and smiled as his bucked his hips to the touch, only finding himself even more aroused.
‘Stop it! Shit, stop!’ his mind shouted as the criminal laved at his erection, sucking on it lightly through the fabric of his underwear. Showing his discomfort, he writhed under his touch, wanting this act to stop once and for all. But with his mind hazed from all of the pleasure, he can’t help but moaned to the touch, wanting it to stop but at the same time, wanting more.
Slowly, the other man pulled away from his groin, eyeing his flushed face through his eyelashes. Impatiently, Junsu pulled on the waistband of his boxers, sliding it completely off along with his pants, leaving him bare naked and vulnerable. The other man locked his eyes with Yoochun’s, wanting him to see each and every detail of what he’s about to do to him Gradually, he brought his head down to lick at his sac.
“Mmmmmff!!” he arched his body as the other mouthed at the spongy flesh, jumbling it inside his mouth. He closed his legs to show that he were still fighting; that he won’t give him what he want.
The other’s face told him quite the opposite: domination and control clear in his dark eyes. Wanting to prove that he’s stronger, Junsu grabbed his kneecaps and forced his legs compellingly apart; a rush of cold air greeted his member and he let out a tortured moan.
“Awww, are you tired now, Chunnie? Do you want me to stop?” the other man questioned him, hands still firm on his knees. In response, he nodded his head hurriedly; the other man merely chuckled at his hope, “Come on, Chunnie. Don’t act like you don’t like this? It’s drawn on your face, you want this.”
Enraged, he let out a low grumble and tossed his head to the side as he pulled on the handcuffs again.
“Mr. Park, why don’t you just lie there and enjoy this?” the other man asked as his hands rubbed down his legs down to his inner thighs, his fingers playing at the sensitive skin, “It’s rare that I give this special treatment to someone, you know?”
Placing his forearms on the insides of his legs, Junsu bent down and engulfed the tip of his erection; his arms tensing as he tried to close his legs once again but failed. Locking his eyes with Yoochun’s, he inched his way down the other’s length, running his tongue over the moist tip. Sucking as hard as he could, he bobbed his head upwards, only to dive in again, leaving Yoochun completely breathless. The officer closed his eyes at the intense pleasure and let his legs fall limply on the mattress.
Smiling at his submission, the other man quickened the pace of his sucking, his right hand finding the ring of muscle at his entrance. Grazing his teeth over the flesh of his cock as a distraction, he pushed his finger inside completely.
“Mmmnggghh..” Yoochun winced at the peculiar sensation.. Yet so painfully tempting.
Pushing another finger in, the other man bit softly at his manhood, hardening his own length by doing so. The criminal’s fingers caressed the thin walls of his searing heat. Finding it hard to move with the dryness, the fingers pulled away, leaving he feeling empty.
‘No... no way..’ his mind rebelled his feelings. A part of he was pressing the wrongness of this act, that he shouldn’t let this criminal dominate he. But at the same time, a part of he wanted this, a part of he wanted to give in to the pleasurable touch.
Junsu grabbed his hips tightly and inclined his body, leaving only half of his back on the mattress and half on his lap. With his legs bent, the limbs fell down on his abdomen, leaving him in a difficult position. The other man knelt, his hands finding the cheeks of his rear, spreading them wide apart, giving the ring a soft lick. Pursing his lips, Junsu spit on his entrance and smudging the sticky substance all over the creased hole. Savouring the taste, the criminal brought his tongue inside the warm pit, coating his insides with his saliva.
Finding his entrance lubricated with his spit, he let go of the other man’s lower body, letting it fall with a small thud on the cushion. Junsu ran his fingers on the waist of his pants, unbuttoning it and sliding it down just above his knees. Biting his lower lip, he pulled out his hard member, finding its tip moist and clammy from the precum.
Yoochun’s eyes widened as he eyed the other man’s erection. Just the whole thought of it inside he was completely bizarre to his psyche. With his heart beating twice as fast, he dug his heels onto the cushion, but only found rough hands on his hips pull him back down. For the first time, he looked at the other man’s eyes with a pleading look.
With Junsu’s mind hazed from all of the alcohol, he didn’t bother what to make out of his face. Just fuck him then and there was all his mind told him. And that was what he was about to do. Placing his knees underside of his rear, the other man swung his legs on his shoulder and positioned the swollen head of his member on his wet entrance.
Before he could make out another sound of muffled protest, Junsu lunged his hips forward, finding it hard to completely enter the heat with its unbearable tightness. The criminal hissed at the overwhelming sensation, arching his head back and closing his eyes to savour the feeling, his hands gripping tightly on his thighs.
Little by little, the sensation on his lower back stung, growing more painful with each brutal thrust. He buried the side of his head on the pillow damp with his sweat and shut his eyes tightly. Finding it hard to breath only through his nose, he inhaled sharply. His breath caught in his throat as a bundle of nerves was hit with the other’s ruthless thrusting but was nowhere near close to the pain.
The pain was so unbearable.. so excruciating.. Just stop it.. please..
Junsu continued to thrust inside of him, his nails digging on the skin of his legs. The other man stopped and bent over to his body, burying his head on his neck and abruptly resuming the previous pace, ignoring the choked mewls climbing out his throat. Breathing heavily on his neck, Junsu licked at the sweat on his neck, wanting to distract himself from reaching his climax.
His mind seemingly deceived him for after a few longer, hard thrusts, Junsu came inside of him, letting out a deep groan. The other man pulled his member out, and lay on top of him to catch his breath.
Only heavy pants and hard breathings were audible.
A familiar chuckle sounded from Junsu as he pulled himself up from the other’s sweat-driven body and zipping himself up on the mattress. The criminal hovered over his body and brought his hand to caress Yoochun’s cheek. Careful not to inflict any pain, Junsu cautiously pulled on the duct tape on his lips, throwing the shell on the floor after its removal; he opened his dry lips to suck in a few long breaths only to find them sucked back by Junsu’s mouth.
The other man reached on the bedside and grabbed a single key, only unclasping the cuff on his right hand, leaving the other still cuffed on the bedpost. He curled his body, his back facing him and closed his eyes. Everything was just too much…
Sighing, he threw the key carelessly on the floor far from the bed lay down beside him, his hands finding his waist, pulling he gently onto his body. He gave the back of his neck a kiss as he told he goodnight. It was not long after the man’s soft breathing told he that he was already asleep.
With his body curled on an unfamiliar bed and cuddled with another body, he closed his eyes. Everything was just so… appalling. Remembering the pain, he did something that he never did in the last 5 years… something he didn’t even do when his brother fell from the balcony.
For the first time in many years, he cried.
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Like I said, in this re-editing, I would try my best to preserve my co-writer’s work and thus I wouldn’t change anything of this chapter just because I doubly loved this part a lot (a whole lot!).
Comments are loved.