| Fan Fiction |
by Cool_1312 and aronist_ed
Warning: semi-negative smut or positive [whichever way you look at it]
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Inside his apartment, Deputy Commissioner Park Yoochun walked over to his couch, throwing his blazer carelessly onto the floor. His steps were slow and steady, reflecting the pains and worries that were placed on his shoulder. With his feet flush on the soft carpet, he fell back against the cushion, his head bent back on the curve of the furniture.
His flight was scheduled in two days and there were many things he still had to take care of.
Nothing could compare to the pain and loneliness his psyche felt. He felt as if everything around him was against him. He let the police force down. He let his friends down. He let his brother down.
All of this pain... just because of the doings of one man.
“Kim Junsu...” Yoochun mumbled to himself. Surprisingly, he found comfort in that name. The way that name made him shiver during one specific night. Ever so slowly, the tension and stress from his body started to leave quietly.
“Junsu...” he whispered again, his voice barely audible and almost a whisper. Biting the interior of his lips, his hands crept up to his thighs. He breathed in and out a few times before proceeding to close his eyes. He spread his legs leisurely, and rubbed his hands to the warm fabric enveloping his groin. The lean muscles on his inner thighs twitched as he imagined those hands belonged to someone else’s instead of his.
Yoochun released a hiss as he moved his hand over his crotch. He cupped the already hard member on his palm and started to rub it in sensual circular motions, “Mmnn...” the man tried to suppress his moan as the tips of his fingers found the soft head of his cock.
Overwhelmed by the sensations he was feeling, Yoochun lifted his hips up as he started to unbutton his slacks. He needed this to rid himself of this sad feeling.
…
“I’m gonna ask you again, what the hell do you want?”
“And I’m gonna repeat my answer again, I want you,” the other man answered, his voice clearly tipsy and determined.
Jaejoong immediately pulled out his gun and pointed it to the other man. His heart was pounding hard against his chest. He knew that he was no match for the guy in front of him. Even size was a big thing in situations like this. Jaejoong scanned the man’s face again, finding that smirk the most intimidating part.
For Jaejoong, once something didn’t feel right, he only has one choice: run for it. Something was preventing him from doing just that. And if he didn’t do anything at all, who knows what might happen to him.
“You get away from me,” Jaejoong spat back, trying to be as calm as he can.
“Why? What are he gonna do, beautiful?” Yunho asked the other mockingly. Locking his eyes with Jaejoong, he wrapped his fingers around the cold metal of Jaejoong’s gun and pointed it directly over his chest, “Can you really kill me, beautiful?”
Jaejoong stood on his spot, frozen. He wanted to form words and retaliate but he couldn’t help but think that something was wrong. Something was wrong with himself.
Slowly, his vision began to blur, “W-what the--?” Jaejoong tried to keep his balance but it seemed that the world was spinning wildly around him. He tried to keep thinking straight, wondering why he was feeling like that. Then an occurrence crossed his mind. Earlier before going to the locker, he was given a cocktail shot that he drank willingly, “No...” With a loud clink, the gun fell onto the tiled floor.
Yunho caught Jaejoong’s small body as it fell upon his. He wrapped his arms tight around the other boy’s body and whispered huskily onto his ear, “I won’t let you kill me, beautiful. I won’t let you kill me until I get what I want from you.”
Furrowing his eyebrows in dizziness, Jaejoong’s hands travelled towards Yunho’s shoulders, purposely pushing the other man away. His effort seemed useless as Yunho didn’t even move nor fidget, “you let… y-you let me go now…”
“And what? Miss the opportunity to taste the sin of your body? I don’t think so,” Yunho placed his forehead on Jaejoong’s and started dragging the other’s weak body towards a wooden table, “I need someone to sate my hunger, beautiful.”
“Don’t fucking call me that,” Jaejoong spat as loud as he can which sounded much like a whisper to Yunho’s ear. Curling his fist into a ball, he punched Yunho’s chest as hard as he can, still not wanting to give up to the hell offered to him. He did this numerous times until Yunho moved his hands firmly on his waist and shook his small body several until his head throbbed with the dizziness. With a strong push, Jaejoong felt the structure of the table on his rear, Yunho’s hands now on his narrow shoulders.
“You’re such a fighter, beautiful. Have I told you I like fighters?” Yunho teased the other man, purposely playing with his words, “I like it when I make fighters scream and beg for mercy until their voices are too hoarse that they can’t take it anymore. And I love it when they fight back, just like what you are doing right now.” Yunho moved his face towards Jaejoong which made the other bend his body backwards, not wanting Yunho’s lips anywhere near his body.
Chuckling, Yunho dipped his head and kissed Jaejoong’s neck messily. He buried his head on the crook that made Jaejoong release a moan, “if you could only feel the painful throbbing in my pants now, beautiful…”
Suddenly, Jaejoong felt his head begin to pound with pain. It was as if his head was being punched repeatedly. His hands shot up to his head as he tried to comfort himself of the pain he was feeling. Weakening, he lay down on the wooden table, wanting the pulsating sting in his head to disappear.
This gave Yunho the chance to grab the hem of the other’s shirt which he forcefully pulled over the other’s head without any effort; Jaejoong’s hands shot up to his head again, he was obviously in deep pain. Yunho savoured the look of the other before him. His eyes trailed from the ivory neck to the sparse of hair located above Jaejoong’s groin. Trailing his fingers over Jaejoong’s ribs, Yunho bent down and licked the thin scatter of hair, intentionally burying his chin further down the hollow space of Jaejoong’s pants.
Jaejoong’s mind was a mess right now. There were two sensations fighting in his body, one was pain and one was pleasure. The pain seemed to override the pleasure more. The more that it hurt, the more that Jaejoong wanted to sleep and never wake up. The pain was so intense that… “Ahh!” Jaejoong involuntarily shrieked as he felt a hand begin to pump his member. He hadn’t even noticed that his pants and boxers were thrown carelessly onto the floor. Jaejoong fought to sit up, but Yunho’s strong hand pushed his body down forced his body back down onto the table.
Yunho slowly felt Jaejoong’s member harden on his touch. Never in his life had he seen such beauty. Especially in a man… it was official. He was going to make this beautiful male his. Even if it meant more bloodshed, he was willing. Anticipating to taste Jaejoong, Yunho engulfed the head of Jaejoong’s erection, his other hand pumping the vacant part of Jaejoong’s member.
“Please… stop it now…” Jaejoong said, his voice croaky and weak.
“Babe, it won’t take long... Let me do what I want—”
“Please, stop this now…” Jaejoong said as he sat up from the table. His right hand travelled on the seam of Yunho’s pants, slowly massaging the hard flesh inside, “I want you inside of me… now… please, I want you in me...”
“What--?”
“I don’t care anymore, I want you already. Don’t make me wait, please... I want to feel you...”
Surprised at the other’s submission, a smile grazed the handsome features of the criminal’s face. He immediately brought his head down and met Jaejoong’s lips in a brutal and hungry kiss. Yunho’s hands caressed the soft skin of Jaejoong’s sides while Jaejoong’s hand wondered elsewhere.
Licking at the other’s tongue, Jaejoong’s fingers skilfully unbuttoned Yunho’s jeans. Inserting his hand inside of Yunho’s underwear, Jaejoong pulled out the hard member and started pumping it furiously, his lips still locked onto Yunho’s. He smiled as Yunho moaned into their kiss, “Be in me, now. Please, now…”
Smiling at the other’s request, Yunho bent down and grabbed something from the back pocket of his pants. He smiled as he showed Jaejoong the plastic wrapped cover, “I thought I might’ve needed this today.”
“Please… now...”
With his mind swimming with lustful thoughts, Jaejoong flipped himself on the table and spread his legs as wide as he can, desperately wanting Yunho inside of him. His hands found the edge of the table which he gripped tightly, knowing what was about to come.
Almost drooling of the sight that lay before him, Yunho tore the condom pack open and unrolled it over his hard shaft. His eyes lingered on Jaejoong’s tight hole before he placed the head of his erection on the creased hole, his other hand steady on Jaejoong’s spine. Slowly, he rocked his hips forwards, making Jaejoong’s body rock along with his. Yunho released loud grunts as he wittingly started to pound on Jaejoong sturdily. The slickness of the condom seemed to have helped as his member easily slid in and out of Jaejoong’s heat.
Jaejoong’s hands were gripping the edges of the furniture tightly. If it wasn’t for his hold of the furniture, he would’ve fallen down already because of the brutal thrusts. The table slowly started to move along with them. Jaejoong settled his head on the cold wood as his right hand travelled down to his shaft. Leisurely, he started pumping himself, “Ungh.. faster..”
Biting his lower lip, Yunho gripped Jaejoong’s hips tightly, forcing the other’s small body to meet his strong thrust. Each thrust caused the table to shudder. They were more powerful and demanding.
“AHHH!” A loud scream startled Yunho. He opened his eyes and saw that Jaejoong had already come. He unknowingly let out an amused laugh which annoyed the other man.
“Pull out, I’ll lick at you instead,” Jaejoong breathlessly requested on the other man and Yunho complied immediately.
Jaejoong got off the table and knelt down in front of Yunho. His right hand slowly stroked the tip while the other fumbled with his sac. Looking up seductively at the other man, Jaejoong tilted Yunho’s member, licking it sideways, smiling as the other dipped his head back in pleasure.
As if to tease, Jaejoong blew at the tip, releasing a strangled moan from Yunho’s throat. Determined to make the other come, Jaejoong started sucking on the condom-covered member, still tasting the remnants of the flavour. He took the member as deep as it can inside of his mouth and sucked as hard as he can, “I’m going to...”
Jaejoong removed his mouth from Yunho’s member as well as the condom and stoked it in a fast pace. It was not long after hot white semen spurt his face.
…
A video camera was not far from the scene.
A devilish smile upon a grim face.
“Nice one, Yunho.”
The beeping of the stop button was the last sound needed in that scene.
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Wow, it was steaming hot. Reading this again made me want to go and search for my co-writer and forced her to write another fiction with me, lol. But anyway, hot yunjae smut right here, in this honey covered chapter. Don’t you just love it? XD Still have not decide whether it’s negative smut or not. hmmm.
Comments are loved.