(no subject)
title: blind
pairing: jaejoong/yunho
rating: nc-17
length: one-shot | 1,140 words
genre: smut | pwp
I never let Jae take control. Who was I kidding? I teased and prodded at the right places. The nights spent with him squirmed under me, bound- fulfilled me. And yet, here I was, hard, blindfolded and handcuffed to a chair in the middle of our bedroom. All I had on were my boxers.
It was my birthday.
He had been gone for a couple of minutes now. I tried wriggling out of the chair that he had seduced me into wanting to abandon this plan. I stopped when I heard footsteps behind me, and his loud voice.
“What are you doing?” I couldn’t speak. He told me not to speak. I did nothing but breathe for the next thirty seconds while he continued: “You are such a bad birthday boy… I don’t know what to do with you.” I heard him walk towards me.
I found his authority quite comical, because all I saw beneath my blindfold were flashbacks to him under me, pleading. I tried not to laugh or react at all, acting defeated.
I felt something on top of me-his weight. He straddled my hips and I felt him hard against my stomach under his sweatpants. His rough grinds against me, searching for a reaction. In a way, I still had the upper hand. He had no idea how much this turned me on. I dared not even bite my lip.
Until-
Jae’s hand crept down my boxers. Knowing him, he was probably faced down, so I bit my lip then. He started stroking me until I felt his head on my upper thigh. He was between my legs. I then felt a tongue painting swirls from my navel to my hipbone.
This bastard was teasing me into oblivion. He knew my weak spots even better than I knew his. It tickled and I moved my hips at the surprise.
My tense legs relaxed when he pulled down the fabric of my boxers and stuck the head of my cock into his mouth. With his sucking and licking, my eyes rolled to the back of my head underneath the blindfold. I gasped out into the empty air as he let his sneaky tongue glide underneath from base to head. I felt his hands shake. This excited him; I know this for a fact.
I felt hands on my knees. He used me as support as he came up to kiss me, completely latched on, now sucking and biting on my lower lip.
I was never as much as a pain lover as Jae was but knowing that he was using exactly that so that I would lose my composure, I gave into it. I moaned into the kiss, turned on from the pain, from his mouth, with the need to bruise mine.
He pulled away again, slowly with my lip in between his teeth. When it snapped back I let out a tiny groan and sigh. I had completely succumbed under Jae and there was no turning back. I sunk into the seat and melted while I felt him licking and biting away at my chest. His tongue swirled slowly and he had me begging for it.
“Ah, nothing to say now, huh?” he asked, now kissing the spots where he bit. “You were loud trying to get out of that chair.” The sounds of his kisses had me distracted, sweet smacks against my skin.
My breathing increased rapidly, while he still kissed, my chest just short from caving in and out.
Anticipation. I wanted to plead but I stopped myself.
I felt nails clawing at my chest then gripping at my sides. Painful, but sweet-- almost therapeutic. He nibbled at my neck while I let noises out. Jae started laughing at my weakness. I imagined his sexy smile dancing across his face. Humiliating. He stopped and I felt a tempting lick again at my hip and moaned harshly while I bucked forward. He pushed me down forcefully.
He grabbed my cock and reached his mouth down again. My tip was hitting the back of his throat as he gagged on it. Even though I was gripping the chair behind me and not his hair he still paid attention those little things that drove me wild. What drove me even crazier was that I wanted to see him.
I tried picturing his red lips around my cock, his eyes shut tightly as he tried taking me in. My daydream was interrupted when Jae stuck a lubed finger inside of me. My back arched slightly as he stuck a second one in as well. Moving in and out he coaxed me, “So, how do you like your birthday present?”
“Oh, fuck,” I offered, as he shoved deeper, hooking his fingers. I was so lost in it when he pulled his fingers out and undid my handcuffs.
He quickly locked them back on as soon as I hit the bed face down. My hands were still behind my back and I still couldn’t see. I sensed him on top of me, placing a pillow underneath my hips. His pants were now off and his hardness was slicked with lube, squeezing in between my ass cheeks.
At his fullness, I screamed into the bed, my breathing labored and tired of being provoked. I wanted nothing but to come and his cock directly hitting my prostate was making it so much easier. I groaned, frustrated but at the same time completely satisfied as he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled roughly. I moaned in time with his thrusts, and when he slowed, I became impatient at how long he had dragged this out.
At last he came, cursing into my back while squeezing my ass cheek. I felt indents being created as he dug his nails in, the sounds I made were indescribable. I felt his cock pulse in me afterward as he left soft kisses along my spine.
He pulled out and unlocked my handcuffs gently, flipping me on my back, and cuffed my hands to the headboard. He took my cock and started sucking harshly at it again. As I drew nearer to come, he pulled down my blindfold so I could see. He was a hot sweaty mess aiming to please. His cute red lips that I had owned and bruised so many times were about to make me explode
He kept my cock in his mouth the entire time while my body twitched and writhed under him. I felt my release coat every inch of his mouth as my back arched off the bed. My yells and screams were so loud I was sure it’d deafen the both of us. When it was over, he licked his lips and then uncuffed me for the last time.
He crawled back up to kiss me. “Happy birthday.” He tasted of me.
He took my hand and kissed it, then laid some more kisses on my neck, shoulders and then my cheek while he hovered over me. He could be so cute sometimes. I then outstretched one of my arms for him to lie in. He passed out while I combed through his wet sweaty hair with my fingers.
It seems like I did have a good birthday, after all.