Love; far too long 2/6
Title: Love; far too long 2/6
Plot: kiboushinjitsu
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1977
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything.
Summary: A beautiful young secretary, two rings and a bouquet of daisies. Sometimes love goes on for too long and the ones in love forget what it feels like.
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They went through a week of polite distance, cutting into the jovial friendship they had been building before. Yunho attributed it to embarrassment. Haejin spoke to him only when there was work to be done and he was happy to keep it that way.
Perfunctory was easy, professional was easy, distance was easy - they were safe.
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Then Haejin seemed to return to her normal self. Yunho was a little perplexed, but supposed it was what women did - confuse. Since she put it behind her, he could put the incident in the past and perhaps bring it up to laugh at during one of those parties that Yoochun held, or maybe dangle it in front of Jaejoong just to spark some jealousy.
He smiled. Thing of the past sounded right for that.
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…Or at least that was what he thought.
He had completely put it out of his mind. The past few months had gone by rather busily; nothing had really changed except for the deepening of friendship and camaraderie between secretary and CEO. Haejin, as he discovered, was a really warm person. Although Mrs. Choi had done her work well, there was no denying that gentle, caring and meticulous Haejin did better, and sometimes beyond her job scope - he was sure whoever she got together with would be a lucky man. He found himself sharing more and more about problems at work, and becoming more eager to hear her answers or her comments. It was almost blissful to have such amazing support and understanding from Haejin in the office and go home to Jaejoong’s love.
But recently, maybe from about a week ago, Haejin had started to dress a little too…how should he put this… provocatively? Sure, she had always been attractive enough - alluring, even - with her large eyes and small face. Nowadays she was downright desirable, and to his horror, he found that he stared longer at her, and thought a little too much of her.
Thing was, the extra button undone on her shirt that revealed her cleavage and the top of her black bra (or more, if she bent over) and the pencil skirt that had hiked up to show an expanse of creamy thigh that was more than just a little inappropriate (and arousing) only seemed to happen when she entered in his office.
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Yunho knew he was screwed the first night he woke up, sporting a raging hard-on, from his dream? Nightmare? Wet dream? He wasn’t sure which of the above his vision had fallen under.
He looked over at his lover beside him, face innocent and vulnerable, his beauty evidently ethereal even though there were no clichés like milky moonlight illuminating his skin, and felt his cock jump. He wondered if he could wake Jae up for another round, peeling a length of blanket away to reveal Jaejoong’s bare shoulder and watching as goose bumps broke out across the area of the exposed skin. Jaejoong shivered a little in his sleep, and Yunho sighed, pulling the blanket up again and reaching a hand under the blanket to entwine their fingers together. No, he couldn’t do this to Jae. Not when he wasn’t sure who had caused his erection. Not when it had been Jaejoong who kneeled between his legs, taking him down his throat, making his dream-self throw his head back and moan; not when his dream-self had opened his eyes in the midst of the blowjob to see it had become Haejin, clad in her bra and skirt, who was looking at him through half-lidded eyes while giving him head.
He was pretty sure he wasn’t going to get any sleep that night, so he just traced invisible circles on the back of Jaejoong’s hand with his thumb, and began to think. To wonder about his whole predicament with this new secretary that had popped in months ago.
‘Perhaps you could dress a little more appropriately,’ was always stuck in his throat, and the words that made it out through his lips became things like ‘It’s a great day, isn’t it?’, or ‘There’s so much work today!’
It scared Yunho because he didn’t know if he couldn’t say it due to fear of disrupting the blossoming friendship between them or due to his forbidden desire that the friendship would blossom into something else just between them.
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The dreams recurred except each time, it kept getting further and further; Yunho wasn’t getting enough sleep, not solely because of the hard-ons he would wake up to, but also because the guilt and confusion and dilemma he was facing denied him any kind of rest. He was too sickened by himself - too guilty - to touch Jaejoong, and that had resulted in eight days (and counting) of withheld sex. Probably the longest they had ever gone keeping their hands off each other.
He knew he was making Joongie suffer - his unusual behaviour had been worrying him and no matter how hard Joongie had tried, he wouldn’t tell. How could he tell Jaejoong that he was lusting after his own secretary, that he had dreams of fucking her mouth, fucking her senseless into his office desk with her red heels still hanging off her feet, that blood rushed southward to his cock when he caught sight of her, with her voluminous chest trapped in black lace and peeking from behind white chiffon, her petite waist housed in a belt and her firm ass confined in her pencil skirt?
Exactly. He couldn’t.
So he lied - lied about a Shin-sshi causing trouble and being annoyed and frustrated and having to work overtime.
But last night had been the last straw for Jaejoong. He had tried to initiate something (which was considerably rare, since Yunho was the horny one in the relationship, and they both had enough sex from just his numerous… treacheries), only to be turned down by Yunho. He was humiliated, but worse than that, he was hurt. The argument that followed had been astonishing, to say that least - escalated by Yunho’s frustrations and pent-up feelings of guilt and sexual frustration. Even though Yunho had known at the back of his head that he should be apologising and soothing Jaejoong, he had been shouting at the top of his voice back at Jaejoong.
When he finally came to his senses, he was on the floor with a blossoming bruise from Jaejoong’s fist, and Jaejoong had grabbed his car keys off the coffee table and stomped off, probably to cry to Yoochun.
He unconsciously touched his cheekbone at the memory, wincing at the pain. He really did deserve it.
His hand hovered over the receiver of his office phone again, wondering whether to try calling again. He had left at least 20 calls on Jaejoong’s phone, but Jaejoong was ignoring him. He considered calling Yoochun but decided he didn’t dare, and wouldn’t until it was absolutely necessary (necessary and not desperate, because he was desperate enough as it was), because Yoochun was undoubtedly the one who had to fix Jaejoong up where he had hurt him.
Pulling his hand away, he sighed, leaning back into the chair and closed his eyes. Before he knew it, though, he had fallen into a deep sleep, days of unrest catching up with him.
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Something tickled, and he moaned. Somehow, at the back of his mind, he registered that it was more arousing than ticklish. He was going to open his eyes when something (a hand, he realised belatedly) gripped his length gently but firmly, and his eyelids instinctively fluttered, remaining shut, as he threw his head back in another moan.
Heat. So much heat as his shaft was stroked in calculated motions. When he finally resolved to open his eyes, he was panting, his breaths coming in noisy, choppy rises and falls, and he was sure his pupils were blown from lust he could feel coiling in his stomach. The sight that met him, however surprised he was through his sleep-cum-lust-induced haze, was more vivid than any dreams he’d ever had. It was so, so erotic as Haejin sensed his awakened state and glanced up through half-lidded eyes, her desire plain for him to see, before she parted her wet, red lips and took his cock all the way to his balls, not even waiting for him to rouse fully from grogginess. Yunho let out a surprised gasp at the sudden hot, wet heat engulfing him and thrust upwards involuntarily, all traces of sleepiness fled him as he threaded his fingers in dark locks at the back of her head and fucked his secretary’s throat in earnest. He vaguely became aware of the softness of the form going down on him; her breasts, soft and supple when pressed against his clothed thighs, bounced in the black lingerie, of which partially-concealed sight had teased him endlessly for so long; her cute little ass in her pencil skirt led to hips that were rounded, tapering gently into a trim waist.
Soft. Everything was soft and vulnerable and different, though he didn’t recall why and couldn’t bring himself to remember. There was something niggling at the back of his head, too. All coherency fled him before he could try understanding it, anyway (he’d justify himself with this later, he knew), as he took one more trip down Haejin’s throat and came, mouth slightly open in ecstasy while he pumped his hips, shooting his loads into the warm wet mouth and riding out the climax. Haejin swallowed every single drop
Yunho growled, his voice husky and thick from his release. “Come here.”
He pulled her into his lap, his exposed cock, slick from her saliva and his come, pressed against her ass. He wrapped an arm around her hips, pushing her down and grinding her ass against his crotch, delighting in her gasps and the nails that dug uselessly in his arms, the small stings as she drew blood only exciting him further. His other hand reached into the opening in her half-buttoned shirt, cupping a breast and fondling its fullness as she arched her back, her chest seeking his touch, her ass pushing even harder on his member as he twirled his thumb around her pebbling nipple. Another growl escaped him as she rocked on his lap, and his hand abandoned her hips in search of her entrance southwards. She didn’t stop grinding as his fingers trailed up her inner thighs, her skirt riding up, and she spread her legs a little wider. His fingers hooked around and pulled aside the fabric, unsurprised that it was already a sloppy mess.
“Baby, you’re already so wet?” He whispered into her ear, dragging his tongue along the helix. He knew she was blushing - he had felt the shiver - but she remained wordless, probably biting her tongue in embarrassment as his fingertips danced around her cleft. “Why don’t you answer me?” he questioned, shoving both his middle and index finger knuckle-deep into her without warning, drawing a cry from her. “Hmm?” he prompted again, nonchalant tone in contrast to the pace he was finger-fucking her at. She was coming before long, mouth parted in a silent scream, and he caught her lips in a messy kiss when she dropped her head back on his shoulder.
No longer desperate, no longer rushing to meet a release, the kiss was messy but slow, her taste was delightful and he thought he could love her-
-Love. Jaejoong.
Yunho had forgotten Jaejoong in the throes of his passion, even if for a short time, in favour of Haejin.
He felt his body stiffen, Haejin immediately noting something was wrong in the midst of their post-coital embrace as his arms loosened around her and he raised his right arm to his eyes.
Blood.
Oh God.
It wasn’t a dream, and he was fucked, literally and figuratively.
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A/N: Up as I promised! Thanks for staying with me; this was probably painful for you guys to read, and I truly, truly apologise :O Don’t hate me D: I’ll make it better! I’m editing chapter 6 because I think you all need more fluff to make up for the trauma you’ve all been through (no thanks to me D:) And try not to beat up Yunho too much! XD As usual, comments are entirely loved and may just prompt me to update earlier :P