The Stories of Jung Changmin 2
Title: The Stories of Jung Changmin
Pairings: Yunjae
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta-ed.
Genre: Crack, Romance, Smut?
A/N: This is a bit sexual, but will not involve smut. Unless I'm in the mood for some smut.
Summary: 13-year-old Max Changmin is Jaejoong and Yunho's first adopted child. With a beautiful mother and a wealthy father (one whose grandfather owns a nice hospital), Max thought he's got the best parents in the world -- that is until he discovers the annoying flaws their parents possessed. Jung Changmin then decides to keep a journal regarding his new family.
Part 1
Part 2
3rd POV
Jaejoong wanted to prepare everything so that tonight would be perfect. He visited the hair salon and told the lady to dye his hair golden blonde. The results turned out to be better than he had wished.
After two hours at the salon, he went to the mall to get some essential items for tonight. He didn't go to any role playing store, instead, he went straight to a department building specifically for school uniforms and purchased a light pink miniskirt, a white shirt, with a pink matching tie. He opted out for the school shoes though, because in Yunho's dreams, he was wearing pink high heels. After a while of intense browsing, Jaejoong saw the perfect pair of pink shoes that totally fits into his character.
The only problem was, he needed to make his skirt shorter, as told by Yunho, "too short for your own good."
So he went to the tailor.
"Please cut this shorter for me," Jaejoong asked the man. He was blushing like crazy but for tonight's sake, he went through the embarrassment of having to ask a man to cut his skirt shorter. The man looked at Jaejoong from the corner of his eye, then he turned around to stare the feminine boy up and down. Jaejoong was so embarrassed that he wanted to bury his head under the chair sitting nearby. He knew that from now on, he'd never dare to come back to this tailor.
"Is this for your husband?" The tailor suddenly smirks.
"Huh? Yes... it is. But sir, how do you know?"
"He called earlier today and already paid me to do everything you ask me to do," he said, smirking as Jaejoong blush wildly. Not only does their 13 year old son knows about their sneaky business, now even the tailor knows.
"That's okay pretty boy, you simply want to make your husband happy."
"Uh huh...," Jaejoong manage to squeak out.
Finally, Jaejoong headed home. He got home by seven, and he was glad he had already prepared dinner beforehand. Ooops! Jaejoong almost forgot to pick up Changminnie. He could only blame this on Yunho for taking away his attention from their son.
He got to his mother's and picked up Max quickly. His mother even complained that he was rushing so much that it seemed rude. After bidding goodbye to his Umma, Jaejoong headed home. By the time he got home, Yunho was already parking his car in his space in the garage. The man was fast. So fast that by the time Jaejoong could finish parking his car, Yunho had already opened his car door and greeted him.
"Hi sweetie, did you just get back from shopping? I love your hair by the way."
"Yes baby, thank you, oh... could you walk Max inside? I gotta go get my stuff from the back trunk."
"No need for that, I'll get your stuff for you."
Jaejoong swear he saw his husband smirk. Yunho was fast. He rushed to the back trunk of Jaejoong's car and peered inside the bags, smiling perversely as he observed the things his pretty wife purchased.
Dinner was painful for Yunho. He couldn't seem to focus on eating, he was hungry for Jaejoong instead. His hair was gorgeous, exactly like how it was in his dream. Furthermore, his peek earlier didn't help either. He saw the very short pink miniskirt, the thin fabric of the white shirt, the pink tie, and the pink high heels. BCBG HEELS.
"Max, you didn't seem to have a good night sleep yesterday night, how about you go to sleep early tonight?" Yunho asked as he finished his soup and drank his wine. He couldn't believe how fast he got through dinner. Perhaps it's because he's too excited for the treat Jaejoong prepared for him.
"Appa, I had a perfectly fine sleep yesterday night. I think I'd like to go to sleep at normal time tonight, at 10," Changmin replied, wiping the corner of his mouth with his napkin.
"NONSENSE!" Yunho screamed childishly.
The household froze. Both Jaejoong and Changmin stared at the flustered Appa. On the other hand, the pretty male that was the original cause of all this could only smile and tell his husband to calm down, while giggling inwardly.
"Yunho, why are you yelling at my dinner table? Calm down sweetie..." Jaejoong eyed Yunho.
Finally, at ten, Jaejoong was able to put his son to sleep. Even he was excited for tonight! Yunho was in the shower, showering away the time that he was going to allow Jaejoong to prepare himself. Jaejoong quickly got into his outfit. He almost forgot about his pink thong. Luckily, he's got an extra pink lacey thong that Yunho had bought for him as a Valentine present last year. He stood at the mirror of his dresser and stared at himself. Perfect. Just perfect. He gave out a smile and practiced his sex face. Hot. Just then, Yunho walked out of the shower. He eyed Jaejoong as his little sex nymph moved around the room, his skirt really was too short for his own good. Yunho knew he's got a long night to go, because starting from this moment, he got this urge to just forget about their role playing plans and just fuck Jaejoong senseless. But he couldn't do that, his baby wouldn't allow him.
"Jaejoong, tonight will take place in my study," Yunho whispered as Jaejoong followed him inside his study room. Fortunately, Changmin's room is one room away from the study. So Yunho was sure that Jaejoong can scream all he wants tonight. It seems like Yunho's got some preparation done too. He had prepared a blackboard and a small desk beside his desk. He also had a long meter stick, the toy that he'll use to spank Jaejoong with. Jaejoong couldn't imagine what else is inside Yunho's drawer.
"Joongie, I was looking through your class records today, and according to them, you failed Algebra 2," Yunho reminded him. Jaejoong gasped at how much his husband knows about him. It's embarrassing, but he had always been a person of beauty, not brains! Oh no! Jaejoong started to panic because he got a feeling that the teacher would be going over Algebra 2 stuff tonight.
"Oh yes, yes, I did Yunho Songsaenim," Jaejoong squeaked, getting into his character of a shy high schooler.
"Alright then, today, we will be going over some simply algebraic equations from Algebra 1," Yunho said, "so go ahead and take your seat."
His eyes fixated on Jaejoong's bottom as the latter moved around to drag a chair to the desk. He kept bending down and his ass was a beautiful sight for Yunho. Every time his skirt is lifted as he bends down, Yunho feels blood rising in his body, especially to his friend down there. He started thinking about those times when he spanked Jaejoong for being a naughty boy. Remembering his yelp, gasps, then screams. He couldn't forget how Jaejoong's body jerked to his every spank. He couldn't help but to stare at those legs too. Those milky, long, lean legs. He could feel his saliva forming excessively. He licked his lips in turmoil and forced his eyes away from his wife's, or his student's, buttocks.
He quickly went to the blackboard and wrote down a very complex problem on the board. With all the Xs and Ys and Zs, it was enough to give Jaejoong a headache, but he didn't dare to look, or else he'd be spanked! He took his seat next to Yunho's desk as Yunho started talking about solving algebraic expressions. Hell, even an 8th grader is able to do this problem.
However, on Jaejoong's side. It really was hard. It's not that he's getting into his character a bit too well. It's just that he really couldn't comprehend what Yunho was talking about. He couldn't think either. All he could imagine was his husband's cock shoved inside him. He knew how heavenly it felt like to have his husband's cock deep in him. But for a student, one who's so inexperienced in sex, he must've felt curious.
Jaejoong was dying to experience that feeling. The feeling of crossing the boundaries, of confessing to your teacher about your feelings, of feeling his cock brushing up against your prostrate, and of crying and begging your teacher to stop fucking your tight ass. Besides, it's been awhile since he had sex with his husband. It's time he lets his imagination run wild and get into the character in Yunho's dreams.
"Jaejoong, do you understand this lesson?" Yunho asked.
Jaejoong really did try to focus, but all he could think about was his teacher's cock shoved deep inside his ass. They were getting into their characters very well now. Yunho being a strict and mean professor, while Jaejoong being a horny blond school boy.
Jaejoong stayed quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say to his intimidating teacher. Yunho really was scaring him. The gentle side of his husband is nothing but a shade now. All he could see was the ferocious teacher in front of him, handsome, sexy, and intimidating.
"I ask you, Kim Jaejoong, do you understand this lesson? Or have you been listening at all?"
"I..." Jaejoong stuttered, "I-I'm sorry Songsaenim, I wasn't paying attention."
Yunho filled him with shame. The disappointing look in his eyes, the anger that he showed, and the husky and dominant voice showed Jaejoong that he is in danger. He searched his husband's eyes for some mercy, but it seemed like his husband had gone off to somewhere faraway, leaving him here with a mean teacher.
Jaejoong was scared. Hell, he was scared out of his wits. But nevertheless, he couldn't help but imagine his teacher's hot dick going in and out of his ass, tormenting him with spanks and humiliating insults.
"Why weren't you paying attention?"
"I... I'm sorry! I was... I was..."
"Was what?" The short brisk words hit him like cold water.
"I was... imagining.. something... " Jaejoong trembled as he looked at the carpeted floor. He felt himself quivering, his legs giving up on him. He could stand up and run, but no, he was wearing three inch high heels, no way he could run. He could only stay here and beg for his teacher's mercy. Or, he could ask his son Changmin for help.