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DECEMBER: Part II - Anonymous Kink Meme!

This is Part II of our December Activity. Read more about it here!

YunJae Anonymous Kink Meme

to request a kink fic...
★ Post your request in a comment on this post.
Comment anonymously if you can. ;D That way, we don't have to be ashamed about anything......
★ In your comment, fill out the following:

★ You may post multiple requests! Got lots of plot bunnies? Bombs away!
★ Your request MUST be Yunho/Jaejoong. Duh...
This post is only for kink requests! We have a separate MEME for other fics!

to fill a request...
★ Post your fic in a REPLY to the request comment.
★ Make your comment anonymous! In the spirit of giving without asking for anything in return, we'd like authors to stay anon, at least until after Christmas. Feel free to reveal yourselves after then ;D
★ Your comment's content is the fic, but you MUST include this subject line:
Subject: FILLED - Title (if any), Rating, Length (i.e. 1/1, 2/3, etc)

★ Make sure your fic is mainly Yunho/Jaejoong! Other pairings can be included, it's up to you and/or the requester.
★ Fics of any length are allowed! Also, multiple authors can fill the same request! Let's be friendly about it, though. :)

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♥!! Have fun :D



FILLED - "profiling", NC-17, 3/4

"is it because he was going to leave you? he sold his first composition, SM was looking to hire him full-time, famed darling of the music industry kim junsu was showing interest in working with him. were you afraid he'd leave you behind?"

a grin stretched jaejoong's lips.

"bingo, yunho-sshi," he whispered. "such a wonderful profiler you are. just thirty minutes and you see into the depths of my soul! bravo, bravo. if i could clap, i would. but then, if i could clap..."

in one fluid movement jaejoong was out of his seat, hands splayed against the table for support as he leaned over the table, face centimeters from yunho's. "...i'd take care of that little problem of yours first."

unable to resist the flush in his cheeks, yunho opened his mouth to snap, "kim-sshi, please take your seat," and only managed through "kim-sshi, please" before jaejoong's lips were on his, soft and full and unlike the thin-lipped men yunho would kiss fleetingly during the friday night dances.

he found himself reciprocating, desperate and horrified at himself.

pulling away, the smak of their lips parting obscene and wet, jaejoong smirked. "call me jaejoong," he reminded, before crawling up and over the table so he could sit on yunho's lap. as he brushed against the obvious bulge in yunho's lap, he faked surprise. "my," he said, "i should have offered to help sooner." he kissed yunho again, before the profiler could protest.

hands on yunho's shoulders, jaejoong scooted closer, trying to press their erections together as close as possible. each jerk caused the chains of the handcuffs to clink against yunho's clothed chest, and jaejoong drew his hands together to undo yunho's tie. "you do realize i could kill you so easily," jaejoong breathed. stealing into another violent kiss, he didn't let yunho answer, tossing aside the tie and working on the buttons of yunho's pressed and starched shirt.

the cool of metal against yunho's bare flesh inspired a shudder through him, and jaejoong smirked, unbuckling the belt with speed. the moment cold fingers slid their way into his boxers and wrapped around his aching cock, yunho moaned shamelessly, pressing into the warmth of jaejoong's mouth and slipping in his tongue.

when jaejoong pulled away, getting to his feet, yunho followed, breathing heavily and torn between ending the session or throwing jaejoong to the floor and continuing whatever they were doing. he was spared from trying to decide when jaejoong pulled down his trousers, the ugly grey prison uniform pooling at his feet.

the criminal (dangerous criminal, yunho remembered) took a big step and invaded the rest of yunho's personal space, and their teeth clinked together as they kissed, a fight for dominance.

standing, yunho found, made it easier for jaejoong to strip him. he let the criminal divest him of his pants and boxers, using his own hands to hold jaejoong in place; one hand on jaejoong's shoulder and the other on his hip. jaejoong shuffled closer and wrapped his hand around the both of them, causing yunho to jerk away with a muffled "shibal!"

it was a little rough at first, so jaejoong spit into his hands, grinning violently as he murmured, "so how did you know, yunho-sshi? just thirty minutes and you figured me out. park yoochun, oori yoochunie, the emo composer who only knew how to be hurt by love and didn't realize how much he hurt others who loved him just by being hurt." he brushed his left pinky over the head of yunho's cock, swirling his right thumb over the head of his own penis at the same time, and he chuckled, breathless and low, as yunho moaned. "hard working yoochunie, who wrote lyrics to his love songs while watching me cook. kind yoochunie, who let me be the first to sing his songs, test his melodies."