Someone Doesn't Know
title: someone doesn't know
rating: nc-17
pairing: changmin/jaejoong;mentions of yunjae
summary: Being attacked while in the kitchen leads to some not-so-harmless fun.
author's note:Don't know where this came from. It's 2:30 in the morning when I started it while listening to Scotty Doesn't Know. I think this is my first DBSK fic, too... oh and ignore the formatting. I'm half asleep and can't fix it
“Changmin…w-what are we doing?” The older man whispered with a sharp bite to his tongue, a glare that would kill and fingers that would claw.
“Hyung, relax.”
“But Y-Yunho..”
“Won’t be home for another hour. Plenty of time,” A nip at the older man’s ear brought a moan to echo throughout the room, “To make you scream my name."
Next was a sharp gasp, a deep scowl and a swear that’d make a whore blush.
Changmin smirked, his hands sliding up the thin material of the tee to touch the muscled body of the older man. He was persistent in what he wanted. It was obvious that he would not relent anytime soon. He was right, Jaejoong thought, body arching as the delightful scratch of nails over his abdomen, his boyfriend wouldn’t be home for another hour.
And Changmin never failed to make him scream.
When Jaejoong felt teeth tug at his ear, he let out a whimper and gave into the taller man. His fingers curled into the deliciously crimped hair and tugged to arch that neck. Jaejoong always delighted in leaving marks over that long column. While one hand pulled at the delicate strands, the other crawled under the ridiculous excuse of a shirt-even if it was only ridiculous in his opinion. This man should not be permitted clothing. With a body like his…the thought made Jaejoong groan and arch up into said body.
His eagerness was rewarded with a rough bite to his neck directly under his ear in the tenderest of spots, a shameless high pitched cry leaving him in response to it. And in response to his cry, there was a dark chuckle. God, did Jaejoong hate that chuckle. But love it at the same time. Not that he’d ever admit to such a thought. No. Never, no matter what Changmin did to him when Yunho was gone on the bed that Jaejoong shared with him and slept with him and oh god, if Changmin continued to suck on that spot below his ear then Jaejoong would be giving in a lot quicker than planned.
Well, it wasn’t like any of this was planned to begin with. Oh screw it, Jaejoong thought, pushing the younger one away to tear off his own shirt and undoing his pants. “If you don’t fuck me within the next five minutes, I will never cook for you again, got it?” His voice was cruel and mean, filled with something akin to hate. Hate that he only happened to feel in moments like this.
“My pleasure, hyung.” Changmin licked his lips and grabbed the now naked man, pushing him over the edge of the counter-as he’d attacked Jaejoong in the middle of cooking dinner for the man’s boyfriend. His hands were anything but gentle, letting the man grip the counter as he went to work on pushing his pants down enough to release his cock. The length was hot and heavy, already leaking with desire and even more so as that all too perfect body bent over the counter with an eagerness Changmin would have laughed at during any other moment. Right now, though, he wanted inside that always too-tight ass.
Jaejoong never needed stretching, not with Changmin at least. He always took pleasure in the great pain and the strong sting from being entered slowly. With a crude application of spit to his hand, Changmin slicked his length before grabbing those too-thin, almost girly hips to keep them still as his cock caught on the tight ring of muscles and started to push.
And this is why Jaejoong hardly felt any remorse for cheating on his boyfriend. While Yunho was great in bed, he was a gently lover. Someone who would never go faster, never go harder and never hurt Jaejoong in any way-especialy sexually. But fuck gentleness, the pain he felt when Changmin forcefully slid himself inside Jaejoong’s body was the thrill that kept Jaejoong alive. It was a burn, a sting that made him cry with pain. The pleasure came afterwards. Those moments once that thick cock was deep inside his body, causing his body to clench around and try to dispel it and yet try to pull it further inside him.
Changmin laid his body over his hyung’s for only a moment, his conscious not just allowing him to fuck the other without some time to recover from the initial shock of pain. But then again, that was only a short moment. With a light kiss to the tip of the tattoo, Changmin pulled with a slow and deliberate movement backwards out of Jaejoong. He groaned softly. Fuck, this always had felt so good.
The tattooed man was clawing at the counter, eyes shut tight and legs spread like the slut he loved to be called. And Changmin better fucking talk dirty to him. It was what got him off without having to touch his own craved-for-attention cock. Dirty talk was his guilty pleasure, but he’d never explain that to his ‘true’ lover. Screw that, that’s why he had this younger man currently fucking him.
“Fuck. Hyung…you’re always so…fuck…so tight.” There it was. There was the dirty talk that Jaejoong was craving. Changmin’s hands were near painful on his hips and fuck, there’d be bruises. Jaejoong loved bruises. Screw the fact that he’d have to wear make up for the next week, this felt fucking perfect.
“Shut up and fuck me.” The words were of course tensed and short, spoken through a clenched jaw and a sharp tongue.
“My. Pleasure.” Changmin punctuated each of these words with a deep and rough thrust inside Jaejoong, taking an almost sick pleasure in the fact he knew it hurt and knew the other got off on the pain. His fingers curled to press nails into skin and thighs tensed as muscles worked strong thrusts forward, a slap of skin echoing through the tiled kitchen.
Tile echoed better than wood. Jaejoong would never admit to the reason he demanded tile, but it was obvious in the way he always requested being fucked in this particular room of the house.
Changmin’s thrusts were rough and obviously painful if the cries that continued to leave Jaejoong’s mouth were anything to go by. Those cries were such an encouragement. With each piercing cry, Changmin pushed deeper and harder into that tight channel, soft grunts all that he made. Never would he want to drown out the sounds from the all too slutty man he was currently inside.
The words that left the older man were incoherent and only could be described as nonsense. Nonsense that Changmin enjoyed, but nonsense regardless. Jaejoong’s body felt like it was on fire. His skin burned with pleasure and arousal, his hips ached with the pressure of Changmin’s hands and his lower half felt numb for all but the pleasure of the pain. He went days and even weeks sometimes without this twisted pleasure and it was always worth it. Changmin always made the wait and the torture of waiting worth it. Yunho was more a filler, as terrible as that sounded. Changmin was…Changmin. Hard and rough and cruel and uncaring. Only during these moments, though.
Fuck, Jaejoong was hoping that’s what he said was. He was so out of it, blinded by the pain-pleasure that he couldn’t be sure of anything he was saying or doing, only knowing that he was trying desperately to push back against those devilish hips to get more. More. More. He just needed more. More of anything. Preferably this delightful burn, but hell, as long as it was Changmin, Jaejoong wouldn’t complain.
It wasn’t long, Jaejoong couldn’t be sure of the exact time but he knew it wasn’t long. His legs ached and his knees were beyond just weak. With how Changmin was pounding so perfectly inside of him, it could have been a mere four minutes before that strong warmth built in the pit of his stomach, slowly spreading throughout his body. With a few more cries and a few more thrusts, Jaejoong was releasing onto the mahogany cabinets, fingers clawed at the marble countertops and his stomach pressed painfully into the edge of it.
Changmin could always tell the moment before Jaejoong would release. Everything would freeze like he was holding onto that pleasure that would push him over the edge and he would let it expand before coming with a loud and throat-wrenching scream. That was always the best part in Changmin’s mind. While his own release felt fantastic, knowing he brought his always so stoic hyung to this vulnerable and submissive state was a whole different sort of pleasure.
A part of Changmin urged him to cum inside of the warm body, inside of Jaejoong; the more rational side somehow made an appearance and reminded him that Yunho would be home and he couldn’t leave evidence. With great reluctance and an unknown burst of self-resolve, Changmin pulled from the all too good-fuck, so good-ass of his hyung and forced the other to turn and drop to his knees. Now this was a way he didn’t mind finishing in. Jaejoong was mind-blown-as per usual-and half-dazed while on his knees, lips parted in quick breaths and eyes still shut to enjoy the pleasure of his orgasm.
One look at that perfect expression, Changmin knew he didn’t want to be inside that mouth, no matter how perfect and warm and wet and tight and warm and even hotter mouth. He wanted to mar that what he deemed perfect. His hand fisted his desperate for release cock and he needed only a few rough twists of his hand over the base and one swipe over the tip and his hot seed was spurting over that blissful face. Changmin’s free hand had curled in Jaejoong’s hair to keep him still. The way the other parted his lips more to catch some of the release only made Changmin’s orgasm that much better.
He slowly pumped his cock for the last of his release, moving forward to brush the slit over Jaejoong’ seemingly swollen lips. Little cum left the spent but still hard cock, but Changmin moved away anyways, leaning back against the opposite counter with a contented groan. “Fuck.”
Jaejoong was still on his knees and trying to catch his breath. He reminded Changmin of a fallen angel-even if he was far from being considered one.
“Hyung…clean up.” Changmin gathered his bearings before the other. “Yunho will be home soon.” He tucked himself away, eyes still focused on the other’s out of it state.
“Mmkay…”
Yeah, he was good.