Star Struck, Star Fuck 1/2
Title: Star Struck, Star Fuck 1/2
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine to play with, only to love from afar.
Summary: I am sort of famous. A lot of people say, "Hey don't I know you from somewhere?" But it's just because you've seen me in various advertisements (I am a model). But Changmin is the hottest star in Korea. My wet dream, and this is what happens when Changmin and I end up meeting.
A/N: This fic is for abcdefghiluvyou because she loves JaeMin and she gave me the gif that inspired it.
A/N: Told from Jaejoong's POV
“Changmin, this is, Kim Jaejoong.”
I stopped breathing. Changmin looked at me. Shim Changmin looked at me. Shim mother fucking Changmin looked at me.
And that was it. He stared at the director. “He better not fuck this up,” Changmin said.
“He won’t; he’s good.”
Changmin looked me up and down and part of me died a little, and then I blushed, because his gaze was so unimpressed and I agreed with him. I was not worthy to be in Shim Changmin’s presence. He turned around with a derisive sniff, that coming from anyone else would have pissed me off, but this was Shim Changmin. He could spit in my face and call me a coward and I would have just stood there and agreed with him.
“Don’t mind him,” the manager said. “He’s an arrogant prick.”
The next half hour was a flurry of wardrobe changes until I was dressed in an off-white suit, with a black tank under the jacket.
The director stood back and looked at me, fingers gripping his chin in thought. My eyes slid beyond him, to Changmin. A pout puckered his lips, and his eyes narrowed as he appraised me. When our eyes met, there was a fleeting look of amusement, and then his eyebrows rose in a classic challenge.
“This will do,” the director finally said.
“Finally,” Changmin said. “Seriously. I have an appearance later.”
“We are aware of that,” the director said shortly and rolled his eyes, but only I saw him.
And I was insulted for Changmin. He was a pop star, an icon, and way better than this director could ever be. I must have made a face because he snorted. “A Maximizer. Great. Don’t let it distract you, kid. He’s an asshole through and through.”
“He deserves it,” I said.
“No one deserves to treat another human being like an animal.”
I looked at Changmin again. A stylist was dabbing his face with a sponge. He was in a dark black suit, perfect for his height. A white shirt peeked from the fitted jacket. Everything looked amazing on him. He met my eyes again, and the scowl I expected didn’t come.
I averted my eyes, unconsciously sticking my tongue out. God, Changmin was perfect.
“All right, let’s do this,” the director said, and we were ushered to the gray backdrop where lights were set up.
I was next to Changmin. Oh god, I was standing next to Shim Changmin.
There were three others with us. Jung Yunho was an actor, and had a new drama starting. Kim Junsu was a player of the stage, currently in the middle of a musical. Park Yoochun was an amazing pianist. Me? An up and coming model. I felt pale in comparison to the company, especially since Shim Changmin was my wet dream.
And for most of the photo shoot, that didn’t matter, because I was also a professional. I stayed stoic and calm as our pictures were taken and I followed the photographers’ instructions.
“Changmin, Jaejoong, stand closer, Changmin turn toward him. Stop. Yunho move in closer to Changmin and Yoochun, Junsu, turn and … good, all eyes here.”
His breath ghosted across my cheek. Our fingertips brushed. I felt my façade crumbling. Then the director told us to part again and I managed to breathe.
Weight landed on my shoulder. I glanced down at Changmin’s hand and then over at Changmin and our eyes met and my façade shattered. I smiled; disbelieving laughter shot past my lips and I looked down. Oh my god, Shim Changmin touched me.
It took me a moment to compose myself, but when I looked back up, Changmin was staring at me, amusement in his eyes. I had expected anger, because in the back of my head, I heard the photographer bitching at me. But Junsu and Yoochun used the moment to laugh and tickle each other. Yunho’s deep voice called us to order.
With a little half smirk, Changmin jerked his head at the front and I smiled and calmed my features and went back to work. His hand stayed on my shoulder until the photographer told him to move it.
When the shoot finished, I had enough time to bow to Changmin and thank him for allowing me to be in the shoot with him (because honestly, Changmin controlled everything), and then his manager was there, shooing him away. He looked back once and smirked at me. My heart did a little flutter as he left the studio, still in the amazing clothes.
I did not have such liberties and I was divested of the amazing clothes, and I dressed in my jeans and tank top and hoody. I pulled out my cell phone as I left the studio to text Hyunjoong, my best friend.
PrettyJae Oh my god, seriously. SHIM CHANGMIN I’m going to have amazing jerk off material tonight.
HyunHyun Gross. TMI. That’s great. How was he?
PrettyJae A complete and utter asshole, but oh god, so fucking hot
HyunHyun Typical. Wanna go out?
PrettyJae Naw, maybe tomorrow. I’d talk of nothing but Changmin and you would hit me and be a bitch and that would be bad. I’m going to go home and watch his concerts and jerk off for a few hours.
HyunHyun Eyeroll. You have fun with that.
I went home and had fun with that.
@*@*@*@
Two weeks later and my brush with perfection had been relegated to the “greatest moments of my life” file in my brain. Changmin’s body heat and presence were only imaginary.
I had just left the studio after an exhausting shoot where my body wasn’t quite good enough for the angles and I was twisted into insane contortions for the effect and everything on my body hurt. I wanted a beer and a something stronger and a place to sit down and relax.
On my way to my favorite bar, my phone vibrated.
unknown Is this Kim Jaejoong?
PrettyJae Maybe.
unkown It says “PrettyJae” in ur text signature, and the Kim Jaejoong I met was indeed very, very pretty.
I smiled.
PrettyJae You caught me. Who is this?
unknown someone very interested in your prettiness.
PrettyJae Okay, now you just sound like a stalker.
unknown lol yeah a bit. I’ve had practice.
PrettyJae You’re about three seconds away from being blocked. Who are you?
unknown Shim Changmin.
PrettyJae Yeah, right.
unknown We stood next to each other at a photoshoot for Dior two weeks ago. Don’t tell me you don’t remember me. *smirks*
I bit my lower lip. Those pictures hadn’t been released yet. The shoot had only been announced two days ago. The article accompanying the shoot had yet to be approved by the magazine. Only someone there or in the fashion world would know about it. That was a lot of people.
unknown This is ridiculous.
A moment later my phone rang with the same number. I did not answer it.
unknown Answer your phone.
PrettyJae Why? You’re freaking me out.
unknown God, I’ve dumped people for ignoring my calls before.
That made me smile. That sounded like something Shim Changmin would do.
unknown Are you doing this because you know it’s me and you’re going to make me say please to teach me some sort of lesson in humanity?
I chewed on my lower lip. Yes, I believed it was Changmin, but … but … god, Shim Changmin. I already made a fool of myself at that photo shoot. I didn’t want to be like that. And I wanted him to know what I expected right away. I wasn’t going to be some hanger-on for him.
PrettyJae Maybe I’m just pissing you off so you can teach me a lesson
I stared at the message for a long time before I finally hit send. Changmin wasn’t a blatant homosexual. He did not flaunt his sexual orientation to the press or in the media. There were the typical articles doubting his sexuality, or pictures of him with other stars like Jung Yunho, but it wasn’t a stand he took. If asked a question about it during an interview, Changmin would get up and leave. He always said, “It is part of who I am but it does not dictate who I am.”
unknown Answer your phone.
When the phone rang this time, I answered it, hand shaking. I said hello very quietly.
“Where are you?”
It was Changmin’s voice and I took a deep breath of relief, because it could have been some psycho killer.
“Walking down the street on the way to a bar. Where are you?”
“Which bar?”
“Triangle.”
“Find a back booth. I’ll be there in a half hour.”
The line disconnected. My hand shook even more as I lowered the phone. Speeding up, my breath came out in gasps.
Triangle was a downstairs bar. There was no loud pop music, no dance floor. A few pool tables. And alcohol. It was a club for regulars, a club for the men who needed to hide from their wives for a night.
The bartenders were pretty young girls. There were rumors about the back rooms, but they were only rumors. I’d been back there, and there was a private room for parties, and then an office for the owner. A set of stairs led to his home.
I was surprised Changmin had even heard of this place.
The girls said hello to me and one of them started mixing my drink before I’d made it to a back booth with dim lighting. I’d come to relax and I couldn’t. My hands shook and my smile faltered as I took the drink from Seonhee.
“Hee, bring me a scotch, straight.”
“Okay,” she said and gave me a look of concern that I probably deserved. I sipped at the concoction in my hand, not even tasting it.
My scotch came, but with someone that wasn’t Seonhee.
Changmin sat across from me, and pushed my drink over the table.
I swallowed, staring at him. He wore dark wash jeans, a red shirt that stretched over his shoulders and chest. His hair was mussed and curly. A pair of dark sunglasses sat on top of his head.
“Well?” he said and motioned to the drink.
My hands shook even more as I brought the scotch to my lips and downed it.
He smirked. God, I loved his smirk.
“Well?” he said again.
“Well, what?” I managed with my voice shaking only a tiny bit.
“Do you mind if I sit next to you, or are the patrons in this bar going to be snapping pictures to sell to the press?”
I looked over at the bar. Seonhee and Hana were staring wide-eyed at our table. “You might want to stay where you are.”
He crossed his arms and put them on the table. “About this lesson you need to learn.”
I choked on my drink.
“I’m not too excited about giving you the lesson here, or when you’re half drunk.”
“Who said I was getting it tonight?” I asked.
He leaned back, an arm over the back of the booth. God, his arms were amazing. He smiled at me as I sipped at my drink.
“Because honestly,” I said, “I had a very grueling photo shoot earlier and I want to curl up in bed and sleep until my muscles stop screaming at me.”
“And here I thought I was going to waste my time.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
I sighed. Yes, it was Shim Changmin. Yes, Shim Changmin, my wet dream, was sitting in the booth across from me. But I was tired.
“Look, I just spent the last two hours trying to figure out what the damn photographer wanted from me, and I have a sore back and pulled hamstring to show for it. I’m really tired, so if you don’t mind just speaking your mind, that would be great.”
Changmin laughed. “Straight to the point kind of guy, are you?”
“When I’m this tired, yes. I’m tired of figuring out riddles for the day.”
“I like you. I’ve been thinking about you for two weeks and I want to go out with you. Is that straight enough to the point?”
My brain stopped working. My eyes went wide.
Shim … Shim Changmin had been thinking about me?
I licked my lips.
“Please don’t do that, Pretty Jae. It makes me think inappropriate things.”
I said nothing. How could I? Shim Changmin liked me. Wanted to go out with me? Where the hell was I and when did I fall asleep?
I peered into my drink. “What the hell did they put in this thing?”
Changmin chuckled. “What?”
“There is no way this is real.” I reached over and poked his chest. Firm chest. “Are you real?”
“Yes. Wanna get out of here?”
“You’re not real,” I said, even as I stood up. “You’re going to take me to an alley, turn into some beast and rape me.”
“You said I couldn’t teach you a lesson tonight, so I’ll save the turning into a beast when your body is up for it.”
I stumbled on my own feet and turned around, wide eyes.
He looked incredibly amused with himself. He led me out of the bar with a smile and a wink to the girls. I knew I would be getting the third degree from them the next time I came in.
“Where do you live?” Changmin asked as we went up the stairs to the street.
“N-not far,” I managed and tripped on the last stair. His hands landed firmly on my waist to keep me from falling.
“How much did you drink?” he asked as we started down the street.
“Not enough. It’s more you than the alcohol anyway.”
“Interesting effect perfection has on you.”
“Cocky little bitch,” I muttered, but he heard me and laughed, drawing attention to us.
“Fuck,” he said and gripped my elbow. “How close are we?”
“Three buildings.”
“Good. Walk faster.”
I heard whispers of his name as we passed a group of girls and then the obvious sound of footsteps following us.
With practiced ease, he kept his face away from their cell phones. A minute later, I swiped my card at my door and it beeped green to let us in. A few girls tried to come in with us, but I stopped them with a smile and I’m sorry but you don’t live here, and then shut the door. They pouted and tried to take pictures of Changmin, but he’d moved as far from the door as possible.
“Fuck,” he said. “That’s not going to be good for me in the morning.”
“Planning on staying over?” I asked.
He shrugged. “No. I’ll call a car to come and pick me up later.”
Disappointment flashed through me.
He smirked again. “Come on. Take me to your bedroom.”
I managed to roll my eyes, trying to make it as flippant as he did. But I know I failed. I was nervous, beyond nervous, because Shim Changmin was following me up the stairs to my apartment. Oh, god, was my apartment even clean?
My hand shook as I unlocked the door. “Should I offer you a drink?” I asked as I kicked off my sneakers.
“No,” he said and leaned over. He had boots on and I waited, staring at his back muscles as he unlaced them enough to slide them off.
“Food?” I said with a smile.
He looked up, hands on his knees and grinned. “You seem like an avid fan. What’s my favorite?”
“Whatever cooks the fastest. I can have fried kimchi done in fifteen minutes.”
His smile widened. “I’ll take it.”
I turned around, smiling, because cooking is what I loved. I led him into the kitchen, his presence right behind him. He stayed close while I cooked, moved around the kitchen with me and even stirred the rice when I asked. He blanched at the spice I added and then shrugged.
“I like spicy,” he said and leaned into my personal space, “and so far, you have been very, very spicy.”
I only blushed a tiny bit at the flirting, and smiled. “And you’ve been an arrogant jerk who likes to be in control. So we’re both getting what we want.”
He leaned in, probably to kiss me, but I turned my head, my body, toward the stove to check the kimchi. He growled, actually growled, and my skin shivered as he moved closer to me. His hands settled on my waist.
“Are you sure your body is too sore?” he said, hot breath on my ear.
“Maybe it just needs some food first,” I replied, voice shaking again. I cursed myself again. This man behind me wanted me, and damn it, just because he was Shim Changmin … oh, god, Shim Changmin.
I shivered in his hold.
Lips pressed against my skin, in the space just below my ear. Yes, I whimpered. Like you wouldn’t if Shim Changmin was suddenly sucking on your neck.
“Don’t you want to eat?”
“Food doesn’t look nearly as good as you.”
I swallowed. “Please … please, just … eat.” My voice was desperate.
He stopped and leaned back, with one hand he forced my head around and looked at me.
“Why?”
“Because I made you food and if you let it go to waste I’m going to be pissed,” I said to cover. And based on his smile, he knew I was covering.
“Fine,” he said and stepped back from me. “I need to build up all the energy I can anyway.”
Another blush covered my cheeks. I wasn’t a prude, I wasn’t a stranger to one night stands or even quick fucks between photo shoots, but in my own apartment it … it was different. I did not bring people over. Ever. I had, more or less, told Changmin that I wasn’t having sex with him and he followed me home anyway. Did he think he could just talk me into bed? Did he think I’d put out for him just because he’s Shim Changmin?
Okay, so the answer to that second one was yes, but still, my body did hurt.
Everything was awkward again as I covered two plates in rice and kimchi. I brought them to the table. Changmin grabbed my wrist. His hold was strong, but I was strong too and resisted when he pulled me toward him.
“I’m used to getting what I want,” he said, thoughtful. His hold loosened, but he did not let go. I wanted to yank my wrist from his hand, but I didn’t want to turn him off either.
I wanted him. God, it was Shin Changmin, of course I wanted him, but I didn’t want to be just another ass he fucked and forgot. I wasn’t expecting to be his boyfriend, or anything like that, but I wanted some acknowledgement from him.
“I’m not a whore,” I said before I could stop myself.
He smiled. “I bet you can be. I bet you can be a good whore on your knees.”
I shivered again, because fuuuuuuuuuuuck.
He let me go, and I sat hard on a chair. He moaned after the first bite of food and it made me blush, because I knew he did it on purpose. A battle of wills, my will against my libido. And really, it was the same thing. It’s not like I didn’t want to have sex with him, but I wanted it on my terms, not on his, but who was I kidding? Changmin always got what he wanted.
I pouted and crossed my arms.
See? Your body’s not that sore. Changmin could take you to your room and kiss you and touch you and in about ten minutes you wouldn’t even notice.
I watched him clear his plate, and then look at mine.
“I could have sworn you said you were hungry,” Changmin said even as his chopsticks moved to my plate.
“I am,” I replied, but didn’t elaborate. I was so hungry. I tried to remember the last time I had really good sex.
“I thought I wasn’t getting a lesson in humanity tonight,” Changmin said as he finished the last bite of his dinner.
“And I told you that I was too tired and too sore and you followed me anyway.”
Changmin leaned back, muscled arms crossed over his chest. We stared at each other, and then he smiled. “Now what?”
I shrugged and stood up. I cleared the plates from the table and moved to the sink to wash up. His hands stopped mine, and lips pressed against my cheek.
“Why don’t you go take a shower, get this crap out of your hair and relax, and I will wash the dishes and then we’ll talk.”
I turned, not bothering to mask my surprise.
“I’m not a complete asshole,” he said with a grin. “I’ve had roommates before if you’ll recall and if you cooked, someone else cleans up. Now, scat.”
He pushed me towards the living room and smacked my ass. I stared at him, rubbing my ass as I left the kitchen.
Who the fuck was that?
He was right though. I wanted a shower, I wanted to relax. I doubted I’d be able to do that with SHIM CHANGMIN in my apartment, but I also knew he wasn’t about to rob me.
Was this another plan of Changmin’s to get me into bed?
It’s not like it was going to be hard; I wanted to have sex with him, but I hated it when guys thought I was easy.
I thought about him in the shower and toyed with the notion of jerking off, but if I took more than ten minutes, I had a feeling that he would know what I had done, so I washed fast and went to my room wrapped in a towel.
The TV was on.
I dressed in only sweats and a tank top, because yes, I wanted him, I wanted him so much, but I wanted him to want me like I wanted him. I wasn’t sure if that made sense even to my brain, but I knew I was sexy. If I could tease him and show it off, then I wanted to. I wasn’t going to roll over and let him have me.
Well, I was, but he was going to earn it.
I made sure the sweats were riding low on my hips, and went into the living room. He was lying on the couch, arm over the back, legs stretched over the length of it. I hid my smirk and acted tired. I yawned and rubbed my eye and then settled next to him. He shifted so he was on his side, head propped up on his arm. I curled on my side, his body heat behind me, and stared at the TV.
His hand dropped to my side, fingers light as they traced over my exposed hip bone.
“Feel better?” he asked right before lips pressed below my ear.
“Getting there,” I said and pressed my body into his with a sigh.
He chuckled. His hand ran up my side and over my arm, and then back down my body. “Who’d you have to kill to get these muscles?”
“Myself,” I said. I gave up the pretense of watching TV and rolled to my back, so he was hovering over me. “Lots of work to look this good.”
“Worth it. I think this is my favorite,” he said. He ran his hand along my side and to my waist. “Michelangelo couldn’t have sculpted a more perfect body.”
“Well, it’s not perfect,” I said as Changmin’s hand pushed under the tank top. His finger tips traced my abs.
“Really? What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s needy. Really, really needy.”
“What does it need?”
“Attention. Lots and lots of attention.”
Changmin’s leg draped over mine. “What kind of attention?” His body followed his leg and I hissed as his hip pushed against my hard cock. He was really too tall for doing this on a couch, but I wasn’t about to suggest we move. His hands ended up on the arm of the couch on either side of my head. He held himself above me and it took all my self control not to shiver.
“Romance,” I said and my eyes shut as he shifted his body. “Love, tenderness.”
“And you think there’s someone that can give your body what it needs?”
Our eyes met. “I hope so,” I said, and then arched my neck, lifting my head, to kiss him.
He met me half way, and the kiss was soft, not what I was expecting. I had expected dominance and control, but Changmin’s lips pressed against mine, slightly open, moving steadily from kiss to kiss. My head was light and floating in moments. His hand moved, wrapped behind my neck and held me firmly. His other hand slipped down my side to my hip. He shifted and I followed him until we were laying in a tangle of limbs, legs entwined. Warmth spread over my back as his hand went under my tank top.
He kissed me until my body started shaking, until my cock was pulsing against the loose fabric of my sweats. I was determined to hold out, to stay strong, not to cave and let him have his way, but his lips were very convincing.
“Changmin,” I gasped, breath puffing against his face.
“Yes, Pretty Jae?”
“I am so mad at you right now.” Our lips brushed, his tongue traced my upper lip and I moaned.
“Why is that?”
“I … fuck, I want you,” I whispered.
“Really?”
“Yes, please, please. Please.”
“What are you begging me for, Pretty Jae? Romance, love. I think I’ve managed the tenderness.”
“God, you’re a fucker,” I said. I leaned away from him, far enough to meet his amused eyes. “I need you. Now.”
He smirked. “In a minute, yeah? I’m enjoying this.”
I growled in frustration as he caught my lips in another kiss, but this time, he pushed my shoulders to the couch, twisting until I was under him again. The kiss was no longer tender. He attacked my mouth with his tongue and teeth, each one demanding more and more from me. My arms wound around his neck, gripping his hair. Heated skin touched mine, flaming with each caress and grip.
“Fuck,” I gasped and yanked on his shirt. Up, up, until it caught on his head and he had to let me pull it off.
He was smiling, but I didn’t look at his face. I looked at his body and ran my hands over his chest and stomach and abs. When he’d first debuted, he’d been little more than a child, and now almost eight years later, he was strong and defined and perfect. I never thought I’d be touching his body.
He grabbed my arms and yanked me up to him. Our lips met again, and he shifted, readjusted. In the scramble to sit up, he shoved his hands into the back of my sweats. I moaned as they dropped a few inches. He circled my waist and then I was moving, kneeling, helping him shove them off my body. I straddled his lap, naked and hot, I needed his hands on me, and they cupped my ass, long fingers digging into the flesh in a bruising grip. I bit down on his lower lip and moaned. I lowered my hips and rolled against his body, still covered in jeans. The zipper scraped on my inner thigh, but I didn’t care. I did it again, readjusting until his constrained erection was pressed against the cleft of my ass. My hands tangled in his hair again as I rocked against his body.
“Didn’t take much to convince you,” he said and swallowed my protest in a kiss.
One of his hands left my ass and was suddenly around my cock. I threw my head back with a cry and thrust into his hand. He held me steady on his lap as my movements became almost frantic. His jeans were harsh on my skin, his hand hot on my cock. I was going to come in about three minutes.
But fuck him. Fuck him. I was not going to come like this.
I whined and grabbed his knees, forcing myself away from his body. I landed on the floor between his legs, and used his surprised moment to gather my wits. Only a brief second. I unbuttoned his jeans, practically tearing the zipper off, and forcing them down. He lifted his hips and let me pull them completely off.
I took only a moment to admire his cock (long and hard like the rest of him), and then wrapped my tongue around the crown. His fingers were immediately tangled in my hair. With a moan, he slid down the couch, legs spreading, giving me more access.
“How good are you at sucking cock?” Changmin asked.
I felt his fingers shaking with control. I smirked around his cock. He wanted to fuck my throat.
In answer to his question, I deep throated him, pulling an agonized moan from his throat. His other hand landed on my head, his fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head up. His hips lifted, and his cock was in my throat, forcing deeper, harder, stronger. I gagged, fingers gripping his hips, and he laughed. The fucker laughed and just sped up. It took me a couple minutes to grow used to the abuse, but as soon as I fell into rhythm with him, my face pressing against his body with every thrust, he moaned. His cock was wide and thick, and I was very glad I wasn’t a singer, because I wasn’t going to be able to talk once he was through with me.
“I am so tempted to come in your throat, or pull out and come on your face, but I don’t think your throat could handle me for that long. What about your ass, Pretty Jae? Can your ass handle this hard fucking for hours?”
I whimpered around his cock, because well, that’s all I could do and fuck, I wanted him. I wanted to feel that cock stretch me open.
“Oh, but that’s right. Your body is too sore.”
The amusement in his voice made me growl. I let my eyes roll up and glared at him. He laughed and with one more thrust into my throat, he pulled away. He released my head and then leaned forward, kissing me deeply. My lips were sore, and the kiss was surprisingly gentle.
“Your body is perfect. Your fried kimchi is perfect. Your throat is perfect. May I sample the perfections of your ass now?”
“Fuck, yes,” I said, raspy like I knew I was going to be.
He smiled. Smug and arrogant. “Condom in my pocket.”
“Cliché.”
“Not if you know you’re going to use it.”
I grabbed his jeans and pulled out two condoms a few little packs of lube. He took them from my hands. With a little light slap on my cheek, he said, “My show, not yours. Get on the couch, on your knees, hands on the back.”
I thought about protesting, but it sounded good to me. He moved and I clambered onto the couch. My knees supported the rest of me on the edge, my hands landed on the back of it.
He spanked me, and I yelped in surprise. “Fucker,” I said through gritted teeth as the sting traveled up my body.
He did it again, and my head fell between my arms with a moan.
“You like that, Pretty Slut?”
“Yes.”
His large hands gripped my ass and spread me open. “So when you’re feeling better, when your body doesn’t hurt, I’ll make you ache.”
I whimpered again.
He licked my entrance.
“Fuck, Changmin. Don’t tease me, please. Just fuck me.”
Changmin chuckled as he chewed on my ass cheeks. “I thought you said you weren’t a whore.”
“And you were right when you said I can be.” I looked over my shoulder and gave him the sexiest sexy eyes in my arsenal. “Fuck me, please. I want to feel you spread me open.”
My eyes shut as a lubed finger pushed into my body. “Yes, please, yes.”
His fingers were long, and he pushed that first one in all way before stopping, retreating. Yep, definitely been too long since someone else had done that to me.
“You’re kinda tight,” he said as he forced two fingers into me.
I moaned as the uncomfortable feeling spread through my body as both fingers penetrated me completely. “Been a few weeks.”
“Not such a whore then, are you?”
“Not … not unless … you count fucking myself with a dildo.”
“Hm, slut for something inside you huh?”
“Yes, fuck, move your damn fingers,” I demanded as Changmin sat there, unmoving. He spread his fingers wide, pulling a startled gasp from me as my body tried to accommodate them. And then his hand twisted.
“Fuck!” I shouted and jerked my hips forward and back, fucking myself on his fingers.
He let me for awhile, and then removed his fingers. I whimpered. His hand snaked around my hip and tugged on my hard cock.
“I wasn’t sure if you were a bottom or not,” he said, “but god, I’m glad you are.”
After a deep breath, I looked over my shoulder again. “What’s wrong? Afraid of getting fucked, Max?”
He slapped my hip with a smirk. “Not by your cock, Pretty Whore.”
“Not tonight.”
He laid kisses on my tailbone, and then let his tongue run up my spine. I arched my back with a hiss, letting my head fall between my arms again. “Who said you were getting a second night?”
I didn’t reply to that. He was right. I didn’t know if this was a one time thing, and considering Changmin’s reputation, I’d be lucky if I ever saw him again.
His cock nestled against my body. There was no way I was prepped enough, but I wanted to feel him.
“Fuck me, please, Changmin, please.” I arched my head back. He kissed my neck and then pulled away from my body. His cock ran up and down my crack. I moaned, thrusting back, begging with my body. His hand landed on my lower back. I stilled with difficulty, shuddering as he pressed against my entrance.
“I really should prep you some more,” he said as ripped open the condom.
“You really should fuck me,” I said and tried to thrust back.
I flung my head back as he pushed into me, slipping past the ring of muscle. He tried to go all the way, like he had with his fingers, but I whimpered at the stretch.
“Okay?” he asked, withdrawing completely.
“Fuck, yes, just … go slower.”
His cock returned, slippery and wide. He pressed in again, going much slower. Agonizingly slow. But instead of hurting, it felt good. A constant moan whined from my throat as I took each inch of him, until he was buried and our skin touched, heated, and burned. He paused only long enough for me to moan and breathe. He pulled out, just as slowly, prolonging the stretch, and pleasure like I’d never felt crashed through me.
When he started fucking me, steady slow, patient, his hand warm on my back, I knew that no one else would ever be as good as he was and that everyone I was with ever again was going to have to settle as second best.
“Oh, god, Changmin, faster, please, please. Let me feel it deep.”
Changmin trailed his hand up my spine. I moaned when he ran his fingers through my hair. I yelped in surprise when he clenched my hand and yanked my head back. I whimpered as he fucked me harder.
“Like this, Pretty Whore?”
“Yes, please, fuck.”
He pulled again and pain laced along my scalp. I whimpered and then nothing made sense. Changmin sped up even more, slamming into me. His other hand gripped my hip and yanked me back and he thrust forward. Moans, some his name, some just desperate sounds of need, echoed through my living room. Begging. Lots of begging.
“Changmin, Changmin, fuck, I … I …”
My body shuddered as every ounce of pleasure centered around my cock. My arms collapsed, but Changmin’s hand did not let go of my sweaty hair. I cried out at the pain as it joined the pleasure. Jerking, moaning, eyes shut tight against the spinning room, I orgasmed, each splash of come almost painful as it pulsed onto the couch below me.
Changmin panted above me. His arm snaked around my waist and pulled me back, flush against him. His thrusts went erratic. He licked at my neck and ear.
“Excellent, Pretty Whore, so, so, so good.” His mouth closed down on my shoulder and he moaned into my skin. His body shook as he came, and I cursed the condom. I wanted to feel him fill me up.
After a moment, he twisted and lowered us, not leaving my body until we were curled on the floor. His lips continued to kiss along my skin.
“Not bad,” he said.
I scoffed. My body decided to remind me that it had been sore. My back ached. I moaned and leaned into him.
“You alright?” he asked, hands wrapping around my waist.
“Sore,” I said, voice rough.
“Right. The bad photo shoot.”
I nodded. “God, that photographer was stupid.”
Changmin hummed and said, “He was probably distracted, looking at this body in different positions. It’d be enough to render me incoherent. What were you wearing?”
“White pants.”
“And?”
“Nothing. Sheer stuff. It’s a shoot for natural skin care products. And they’re products I use, but god, my body cannot bend that way.”
“I’d ask you to show me, but it’s getting late.”
I turned my head. “Does that mean you want to see me twist my half-naked body around a different night?”
He smiled. “Will you let me?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now come on. I owe you.”
“What?”
“You’ll see.” He pushed my hips and I whimpered as he slipped out of me. He stood up and tied off the condom. I used the couch to get up. He held out his hand and I took it, letting him lead me to the bathroom. We rinsed off in the shower.
In the hallway, he stopped me, pinned me to the wall and kissed me. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and melted into him.
“People have issues with the bedroom sanctuary. Do you?”
“No. If that’s where you want me.”
“That’s where I want you.”
I kept a hold of his neck and walked backward, lips connecting, eyes locked. I fumbled with the door for a moment, and it opened and I tumbled back. His arms tightened around me, holding me up, and then lifting. My foot hooked around his waist and he shuffled us to my bed. I landed on my back with a sigh. But he didn’t follow me down.
I opened my eyes, a question on my lips. Changmin stood next to my dresser and then he turned, a bottle of body lotion in his hands.
“Turn over,” he said.
“Why?”
He rolled his eyes. “Are you all beauty and no brains? Just roll over.”
I pouted, and he laughed as I grudgingly did as he said. The lotion landed cold on my back and then the heat of his hands rubbed it into my skin. I moaned and rested my face on my hands. My eyes fluttered shut, and then I hissed as he hit the sore spots deep in the muscles.
“Okay?”
“Too good,” I replied. “You’re good at everything you do, aren’t you?”
“No. I can’t write poetry about love and tenderness.”
“If you can show it, then that’s okay. Showing it is more important, and I’d have to say that based on your reputation, you’re bad at that, too.”
His hands faltered for a moment and then he kept rubbing. I wondered if I’d pissed him off, but the massage didn’t stop, nor falter in intensity. I was half asleep by the time he stopped. I almost protested when he got up, but then realized he was just moving the blanket. Crawling under it, I made sure he came with me. I held him close, my face pressed against his muscled chest.
“I don’t care if you disappear from my life tomorrow,” I said, “but you are staying tonight.”
Changmin chuckled. “Yes, my Pretty Jae.”
I slept better that night than I had for a long time.
Part 2
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Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine to play with, only to love from afar.
Summary: I am sort of famous. A lot of people say, "Hey don't I know you from somewhere?" But it's just because you've seen me in various advertisements (I am a model). But Changmin is the hottest star in Korea. My wet dream, and this is what happens when Changmin and I end up meeting.
A/N: This fic is for abcdefghiluvyou because she loves JaeMin and she gave me the gif that inspired it.
A/N: Told from Jaejoong's POV
“Changmin, this is, Kim Jaejoong.”
I stopped breathing. Changmin looked at me. Shim Changmin looked at me. Shim mother fucking Changmin looked at me.
And that was it. He stared at the director. “He better not fuck this up,” Changmin said.
“He won’t; he’s good.”
Changmin looked me up and down and part of me died a little, and then I blushed, because his gaze was so unimpressed and I agreed with him. I was not worthy to be in Shim Changmin’s presence. He turned around with a derisive sniff, that coming from anyone else would have pissed me off, but this was Shim Changmin. He could spit in my face and call me a coward and I would have just stood there and agreed with him.
“Don’t mind him,” the manager said. “He’s an arrogant prick.”
The next half hour was a flurry of wardrobe changes until I was dressed in an off-white suit, with a black tank under the jacket.
The director stood back and looked at me, fingers gripping his chin in thought. My eyes slid beyond him, to Changmin. A pout puckered his lips, and his eyes narrowed as he appraised me. When our eyes met, there was a fleeting look of amusement, and then his eyebrows rose in a classic challenge.
“This will do,” the director finally said.
“Finally,” Changmin said. “Seriously. I have an appearance later.”
“We are aware of that,” the director said shortly and rolled his eyes, but only I saw him.
And I was insulted for Changmin. He was a pop star, an icon, and way better than this director could ever be. I must have made a face because he snorted. “A Maximizer. Great. Don’t let it distract you, kid. He’s an asshole through and through.”
“He deserves it,” I said.
“No one deserves to treat another human being like an animal.”
I looked at Changmin again. A stylist was dabbing his face with a sponge. He was in a dark black suit, perfect for his height. A white shirt peeked from the fitted jacket. Everything looked amazing on him. He met my eyes again, and the scowl I expected didn’t come.
I averted my eyes, unconsciously sticking my tongue out. God, Changmin was perfect.
“All right, let’s do this,” the director said, and we were ushered to the gray backdrop where lights were set up.
I was next to Changmin. Oh god, I was standing next to Shim Changmin.
There were three others with us. Jung Yunho was an actor, and had a new drama starting. Kim Junsu was a player of the stage, currently in the middle of a musical. Park Yoochun was an amazing pianist. Me? An up and coming model. I felt pale in comparison to the company, especially since Shim Changmin was my wet dream.
And for most of the photo shoot, that didn’t matter, because I was also a professional. I stayed stoic and calm as our pictures were taken and I followed the photographers’ instructions.
“Changmin, Jaejoong, stand closer, Changmin turn toward him. Stop. Yunho move in closer to Changmin and Yoochun, Junsu, turn and … good, all eyes here.”
His breath ghosted across my cheek. Our fingertips brushed. I felt my façade crumbling. Then the director told us to part again and I managed to breathe.
Weight landed on my shoulder. I glanced down at Changmin’s hand and then over at Changmin and our eyes met and my façade shattered. I smiled; disbelieving laughter shot past my lips and I looked down. Oh my god, Shim Changmin touched me.
It took me a moment to compose myself, but when I looked back up, Changmin was staring at me, amusement in his eyes. I had expected anger, because in the back of my head, I heard the photographer bitching at me. But Junsu and Yoochun used the moment to laugh and tickle each other. Yunho’s deep voice called us to order.
With a little half smirk, Changmin jerked his head at the front and I smiled and calmed my features and went back to work. His hand stayed on my shoulder until the photographer told him to move it.
When the shoot finished, I had enough time to bow to Changmin and thank him for allowing me to be in the shoot with him (because honestly, Changmin controlled everything), and then his manager was there, shooing him away. He looked back once and smirked at me. My heart did a little flutter as he left the studio, still in the amazing clothes.
I did not have such liberties and I was divested of the amazing clothes, and I dressed in my jeans and tank top and hoody. I pulled out my cell phone as I left the studio to text Hyunjoong, my best friend.
PrettyJae Oh my god, seriously. SHIM CHANGMIN I’m going to have amazing jerk off material tonight.
HyunHyun Gross. TMI. That’s great. How was he?
PrettyJae A complete and utter asshole, but oh god, so fucking hot
HyunHyun Typical. Wanna go out?
PrettyJae Naw, maybe tomorrow. I’d talk of nothing but Changmin and you would hit me and be a bitch and that would be bad. I’m going to go home and watch his concerts and jerk off for a few hours.
HyunHyun Eyeroll. You have fun with that.
I went home and had fun with that.
@*@*@*@
Two weeks later and my brush with perfection had been relegated to the “greatest moments of my life” file in my brain. Changmin’s body heat and presence were only imaginary.
I had just left the studio after an exhausting shoot where my body wasn’t quite good enough for the angles and I was twisted into insane contortions for the effect and everything on my body hurt. I wanted a beer and a something stronger and a place to sit down and relax.
On my way to my favorite bar, my phone vibrated.
unknown Is this Kim Jaejoong?
PrettyJae Maybe.
unkown It says “PrettyJae” in ur text signature, and the Kim Jaejoong I met was indeed very, very pretty.
I smiled.
PrettyJae You caught me. Who is this?
unknown someone very interested in your prettiness.
PrettyJae Okay, now you just sound like a stalker.
unknown lol yeah a bit. I’ve had practice.
PrettyJae You’re about three seconds away from being blocked. Who are you?
unknown Shim Changmin.
PrettyJae Yeah, right.
unknown We stood next to each other at a photoshoot for Dior two weeks ago. Don’t tell me you don’t remember me. *smirks*
I bit my lower lip. Those pictures hadn’t been released yet. The shoot had only been announced two days ago. The article accompanying the shoot had yet to be approved by the magazine. Only someone there or in the fashion world would know about it. That was a lot of people.
unknown This is ridiculous.
A moment later my phone rang with the same number. I did not answer it.
unknown Answer your phone.
PrettyJae Why? You’re freaking me out.
unknown God, I’ve dumped people for ignoring my calls before.
That made me smile. That sounded like something Shim Changmin would do.
unknown Are you doing this because you know it’s me and you’re going to make me say please to teach me some sort of lesson in humanity?
I chewed on my lower lip. Yes, I believed it was Changmin, but … but … god, Shim Changmin. I already made a fool of myself at that photo shoot. I didn’t want to be like that. And I wanted him to know what I expected right away. I wasn’t going to be some hanger-on for him.
PrettyJae Maybe I’m just pissing you off so you can teach me a lesson
I stared at the message for a long time before I finally hit send. Changmin wasn’t a blatant homosexual. He did not flaunt his sexual orientation to the press or in the media. There were the typical articles doubting his sexuality, or pictures of him with other stars like Jung Yunho, but it wasn’t a stand he took. If asked a question about it during an interview, Changmin would get up and leave. He always said, “It is part of who I am but it does not dictate who I am.”
unknown Answer your phone.
When the phone rang this time, I answered it, hand shaking. I said hello very quietly.
“Where are you?”
It was Changmin’s voice and I took a deep breath of relief, because it could have been some psycho killer.
“Walking down the street on the way to a bar. Where are you?”
“Which bar?”
“Triangle.”
“Find a back booth. I’ll be there in a half hour.”
The line disconnected. My hand shook even more as I lowered the phone. Speeding up, my breath came out in gasps.
Triangle was a downstairs bar. There was no loud pop music, no dance floor. A few pool tables. And alcohol. It was a club for regulars, a club for the men who needed to hide from their wives for a night.
The bartenders were pretty young girls. There were rumors about the back rooms, but they were only rumors. I’d been back there, and there was a private room for parties, and then an office for the owner. A set of stairs led to his home.
I was surprised Changmin had even heard of this place.
The girls said hello to me and one of them started mixing my drink before I’d made it to a back booth with dim lighting. I’d come to relax and I couldn’t. My hands shook and my smile faltered as I took the drink from Seonhee.
“Hee, bring me a scotch, straight.”
“Okay,” she said and gave me a look of concern that I probably deserved. I sipped at the concoction in my hand, not even tasting it.
My scotch came, but with someone that wasn’t Seonhee.
Changmin sat across from me, and pushed my drink over the table.
I swallowed, staring at him. He wore dark wash jeans, a red shirt that stretched over his shoulders and chest. His hair was mussed and curly. A pair of dark sunglasses sat on top of his head.
“Well?” he said and motioned to the drink.
My hands shook even more as I brought the scotch to my lips and downed it.
He smirked. God, I loved his smirk.
“Well?” he said again.
“Well, what?” I managed with my voice shaking only a tiny bit.
“Do you mind if I sit next to you, or are the patrons in this bar going to be snapping pictures to sell to the press?”
I looked over at the bar. Seonhee and Hana were staring wide-eyed at our table. “You might want to stay where you are.”
He crossed his arms and put them on the table. “About this lesson you need to learn.”
I choked on my drink.
“I’m not too excited about giving you the lesson here, or when you’re half drunk.”
“Who said I was getting it tonight?” I asked.
He leaned back, an arm over the back of the booth. God, his arms were amazing. He smiled at me as I sipped at my drink.
“Because honestly,” I said, “I had a very grueling photo shoot earlier and I want to curl up in bed and sleep until my muscles stop screaming at me.”
“And here I thought I was going to waste my time.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
I sighed. Yes, it was Shim Changmin. Yes, Shim Changmin, my wet dream, was sitting in the booth across from me. But I was tired.
“Look, I just spent the last two hours trying to figure out what the damn photographer wanted from me, and I have a sore back and pulled hamstring to show for it. I’m really tired, so if you don’t mind just speaking your mind, that would be great.”
Changmin laughed. “Straight to the point kind of guy, are you?”
“When I’m this tired, yes. I’m tired of figuring out riddles for the day.”
“I like you. I’ve been thinking about you for two weeks and I want to go out with you. Is that straight enough to the point?”
My brain stopped working. My eyes went wide.
Shim … Shim Changmin had been thinking about me?
I licked my lips.
“Please don’t do that, Pretty Jae. It makes me think inappropriate things.”
I said nothing. How could I? Shim Changmin liked me. Wanted to go out with me? Where the hell was I and when did I fall asleep?
I peered into my drink. “What the hell did they put in this thing?”
Changmin chuckled. “What?”
“There is no way this is real.” I reached over and poked his chest. Firm chest. “Are you real?”
“Yes. Wanna get out of here?”
“You’re not real,” I said, even as I stood up. “You’re going to take me to an alley, turn into some beast and rape me.”
“You said I couldn’t teach you a lesson tonight, so I’ll save the turning into a beast when your body is up for it.”
I stumbled on my own feet and turned around, wide eyes.
He looked incredibly amused with himself. He led me out of the bar with a smile and a wink to the girls. I knew I would be getting the third degree from them the next time I came in.
“Where do you live?” Changmin asked as we went up the stairs to the street.
“N-not far,” I managed and tripped on the last stair. His hands landed firmly on my waist to keep me from falling.
“How much did you drink?” he asked as we started down the street.
“Not enough. It’s more you than the alcohol anyway.”
“Interesting effect perfection has on you.”
“Cocky little bitch,” I muttered, but he heard me and laughed, drawing attention to us.
“Fuck,” he said and gripped my elbow. “How close are we?”
“Three buildings.”
“Good. Walk faster.”
I heard whispers of his name as we passed a group of girls and then the obvious sound of footsteps following us.
With practiced ease, he kept his face away from their cell phones. A minute later, I swiped my card at my door and it beeped green to let us in. A few girls tried to come in with us, but I stopped them with a smile and I’m sorry but you don’t live here, and then shut the door. They pouted and tried to take pictures of Changmin, but he’d moved as far from the door as possible.
“Fuck,” he said. “That’s not going to be good for me in the morning.”
“Planning on staying over?” I asked.
He shrugged. “No. I’ll call a car to come and pick me up later.”
Disappointment flashed through me.
He smirked again. “Come on. Take me to your bedroom.”
I managed to roll my eyes, trying to make it as flippant as he did. But I know I failed. I was nervous, beyond nervous, because Shim Changmin was following me up the stairs to my apartment. Oh, god, was my apartment even clean?
My hand shook as I unlocked the door. “Should I offer you a drink?” I asked as I kicked off my sneakers.
“No,” he said and leaned over. He had boots on and I waited, staring at his back muscles as he unlaced them enough to slide them off.
“Food?” I said with a smile.
He looked up, hands on his knees and grinned. “You seem like an avid fan. What’s my favorite?”
“Whatever cooks the fastest. I can have fried kimchi done in fifteen minutes.”
His smile widened. “I’ll take it.”
I turned around, smiling, because cooking is what I loved. I led him into the kitchen, his presence right behind him. He stayed close while I cooked, moved around the kitchen with me and even stirred the rice when I asked. He blanched at the spice I added and then shrugged.
“I like spicy,” he said and leaned into my personal space, “and so far, you have been very, very spicy.”
I only blushed a tiny bit at the flirting, and smiled. “And you’ve been an arrogant jerk who likes to be in control. So we’re both getting what we want.”
He leaned in, probably to kiss me, but I turned my head, my body, toward the stove to check the kimchi. He growled, actually growled, and my skin shivered as he moved closer to me. His hands settled on my waist.
“Are you sure your body is too sore?” he said, hot breath on my ear.
“Maybe it just needs some food first,” I replied, voice shaking again. I cursed myself again. This man behind me wanted me, and damn it, just because he was Shim Changmin … oh, god, Shim Changmin.
I shivered in his hold.
Lips pressed against my skin, in the space just below my ear. Yes, I whimpered. Like you wouldn’t if Shim Changmin was suddenly sucking on your neck.
“Don’t you want to eat?”
“Food doesn’t look nearly as good as you.”
I swallowed. “Please … please, just … eat.” My voice was desperate.
He stopped and leaned back, with one hand he forced my head around and looked at me.
“Why?”
“Because I made you food and if you let it go to waste I’m going to be pissed,” I said to cover. And based on his smile, he knew I was covering.
“Fine,” he said and stepped back from me. “I need to build up all the energy I can anyway.”
Another blush covered my cheeks. I wasn’t a prude, I wasn’t a stranger to one night stands or even quick fucks between photo shoots, but in my own apartment it … it was different. I did not bring people over. Ever. I had, more or less, told Changmin that I wasn’t having sex with him and he followed me home anyway. Did he think he could just talk me into bed? Did he think I’d put out for him just because he’s Shim Changmin?
Okay, so the answer to that second one was yes, but still, my body did hurt.
Everything was awkward again as I covered two plates in rice and kimchi. I brought them to the table. Changmin grabbed my wrist. His hold was strong, but I was strong too and resisted when he pulled me toward him.
“I’m used to getting what I want,” he said, thoughtful. His hold loosened, but he did not let go. I wanted to yank my wrist from his hand, but I didn’t want to turn him off either.
I wanted him. God, it was Shin Changmin, of course I wanted him, but I didn’t want to be just another ass he fucked and forgot. I wasn’t expecting to be his boyfriend, or anything like that, but I wanted some acknowledgement from him.
“I’m not a whore,” I said before I could stop myself.
He smiled. “I bet you can be. I bet you can be a good whore on your knees.”
I shivered again, because fuuuuuuuuuuuck.
He let me go, and I sat hard on a chair. He moaned after the first bite of food and it made me blush, because I knew he did it on purpose. A battle of wills, my will against my libido. And really, it was the same thing. It’s not like I didn’t want to have sex with him, but I wanted it on my terms, not on his, but who was I kidding? Changmin always got what he wanted.
I pouted and crossed my arms.
See? Your body’s not that sore. Changmin could take you to your room and kiss you and touch you and in about ten minutes you wouldn’t even notice.
I watched him clear his plate, and then look at mine.
“I could have sworn you said you were hungry,” Changmin said even as his chopsticks moved to my plate.
“I am,” I replied, but didn’t elaborate. I was so hungry. I tried to remember the last time I had really good sex.
“I thought I wasn’t getting a lesson in humanity tonight,” Changmin said as he finished the last bite of his dinner.
“And I told you that I was too tired and too sore and you followed me anyway.”
Changmin leaned back, muscled arms crossed over his chest. We stared at each other, and then he smiled. “Now what?”
I shrugged and stood up. I cleared the plates from the table and moved to the sink to wash up. His hands stopped mine, and lips pressed against my cheek.
“Why don’t you go take a shower, get this crap out of your hair and relax, and I will wash the dishes and then we’ll talk.”
I turned, not bothering to mask my surprise.
“I’m not a complete asshole,” he said with a grin. “I’ve had roommates before if you’ll recall and if you cooked, someone else cleans up. Now, scat.”
He pushed me towards the living room and smacked my ass. I stared at him, rubbing my ass as I left the kitchen.
Who the fuck was that?
He was right though. I wanted a shower, I wanted to relax. I doubted I’d be able to do that with SHIM CHANGMIN in my apartment, but I also knew he wasn’t about to rob me.
Was this another plan of Changmin’s to get me into bed?
It’s not like it was going to be hard; I wanted to have sex with him, but I hated it when guys thought I was easy.
I thought about him in the shower and toyed with the notion of jerking off, but if I took more than ten minutes, I had a feeling that he would know what I had done, so I washed fast and went to my room wrapped in a towel.
The TV was on.
I dressed in only sweats and a tank top, because yes, I wanted him, I wanted him so much, but I wanted him to want me like I wanted him. I wasn’t sure if that made sense even to my brain, but I knew I was sexy. If I could tease him and show it off, then I wanted to. I wasn’t going to roll over and let him have me.
Well, I was, but he was going to earn it.
I made sure the sweats were riding low on my hips, and went into the living room. He was lying on the couch, arm over the back, legs stretched over the length of it. I hid my smirk and acted tired. I yawned and rubbed my eye and then settled next to him. He shifted so he was on his side, head propped up on his arm. I curled on my side, his body heat behind me, and stared at the TV.
His hand dropped to my side, fingers light as they traced over my exposed hip bone.
“Feel better?” he asked right before lips pressed below my ear.
“Getting there,” I said and pressed my body into his with a sigh.
He chuckled. His hand ran up my side and over my arm, and then back down my body. “Who’d you have to kill to get these muscles?”
“Myself,” I said. I gave up the pretense of watching TV and rolled to my back, so he was hovering over me. “Lots of work to look this good.”
“Worth it. I think this is my favorite,” he said. He ran his hand along my side and to my waist. “Michelangelo couldn’t have sculpted a more perfect body.”
“Well, it’s not perfect,” I said as Changmin’s hand pushed under the tank top. His finger tips traced my abs.
“Really? What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s needy. Really, really needy.”
“What does it need?”
“Attention. Lots and lots of attention.”
Changmin’s leg draped over mine. “What kind of attention?” His body followed his leg and I hissed as his hip pushed against my hard cock. He was really too tall for doing this on a couch, but I wasn’t about to suggest we move. His hands ended up on the arm of the couch on either side of my head. He held himself above me and it took all my self control not to shiver.
“Romance,” I said and my eyes shut as he shifted his body. “Love, tenderness.”
“And you think there’s someone that can give your body what it needs?”
Our eyes met. “I hope so,” I said, and then arched my neck, lifting my head, to kiss him.
He met me half way, and the kiss was soft, not what I was expecting. I had expected dominance and control, but Changmin’s lips pressed against mine, slightly open, moving steadily from kiss to kiss. My head was light and floating in moments. His hand moved, wrapped behind my neck and held me firmly. His other hand slipped down my side to my hip. He shifted and I followed him until we were laying in a tangle of limbs, legs entwined. Warmth spread over my back as his hand went under my tank top.
He kissed me until my body started shaking, until my cock was pulsing against the loose fabric of my sweats. I was determined to hold out, to stay strong, not to cave and let him have his way, but his lips were very convincing.
“Changmin,” I gasped, breath puffing against his face.
“Yes, Pretty Jae?”
“I am so mad at you right now.” Our lips brushed, his tongue traced my upper lip and I moaned.
“Why is that?”
“I … fuck, I want you,” I whispered.
“Really?”
“Yes, please, please. Please.”
“What are you begging me for, Pretty Jae? Romance, love. I think I’ve managed the tenderness.”
“God, you’re a fucker,” I said. I leaned away from him, far enough to meet his amused eyes. “I need you. Now.”
He smirked. “In a minute, yeah? I’m enjoying this.”
I growled in frustration as he caught my lips in another kiss, but this time, he pushed my shoulders to the couch, twisting until I was under him again. The kiss was no longer tender. He attacked my mouth with his tongue and teeth, each one demanding more and more from me. My arms wound around his neck, gripping his hair. Heated skin touched mine, flaming with each caress and grip.
“Fuck,” I gasped and yanked on his shirt. Up, up, until it caught on his head and he had to let me pull it off.
He was smiling, but I didn’t look at his face. I looked at his body and ran my hands over his chest and stomach and abs. When he’d first debuted, he’d been little more than a child, and now almost eight years later, he was strong and defined and perfect. I never thought I’d be touching his body.
He grabbed my arms and yanked me up to him. Our lips met again, and he shifted, readjusted. In the scramble to sit up, he shoved his hands into the back of my sweats. I moaned as they dropped a few inches. He circled my waist and then I was moving, kneeling, helping him shove them off my body. I straddled his lap, naked and hot, I needed his hands on me, and they cupped my ass, long fingers digging into the flesh in a bruising grip. I bit down on his lower lip and moaned. I lowered my hips and rolled against his body, still covered in jeans. The zipper scraped on my inner thigh, but I didn’t care. I did it again, readjusting until his constrained erection was pressed against the cleft of my ass. My hands tangled in his hair again as I rocked against his body.
“Didn’t take much to convince you,” he said and swallowed my protest in a kiss.
One of his hands left my ass and was suddenly around my cock. I threw my head back with a cry and thrust into his hand. He held me steady on his lap as my movements became almost frantic. His jeans were harsh on my skin, his hand hot on my cock. I was going to come in about three minutes.
But fuck him. Fuck him. I was not going to come like this.
I whined and grabbed his knees, forcing myself away from his body. I landed on the floor between his legs, and used his surprised moment to gather my wits. Only a brief second. I unbuttoned his jeans, practically tearing the zipper off, and forcing them down. He lifted his hips and let me pull them completely off.
I took only a moment to admire his cock (long and hard like the rest of him), and then wrapped my tongue around the crown. His fingers were immediately tangled in my hair. With a moan, he slid down the couch, legs spreading, giving me more access.
“How good are you at sucking cock?” Changmin asked.
I felt his fingers shaking with control. I smirked around his cock. He wanted to fuck my throat.
In answer to his question, I deep throated him, pulling an agonized moan from his throat. His other hand landed on my head, his fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head up. His hips lifted, and his cock was in my throat, forcing deeper, harder, stronger. I gagged, fingers gripping his hips, and he laughed. The fucker laughed and just sped up. It took me a couple minutes to grow used to the abuse, but as soon as I fell into rhythm with him, my face pressing against his body with every thrust, he moaned. His cock was wide and thick, and I was very glad I wasn’t a singer, because I wasn’t going to be able to talk once he was through with me.
“I am so tempted to come in your throat, or pull out and come on your face, but I don’t think your throat could handle me for that long. What about your ass, Pretty Jae? Can your ass handle this hard fucking for hours?”
I whimpered around his cock, because well, that’s all I could do and fuck, I wanted him. I wanted to feel that cock stretch me open.
“Oh, but that’s right. Your body is too sore.”
The amusement in his voice made me growl. I let my eyes roll up and glared at him. He laughed and with one more thrust into my throat, he pulled away. He released my head and then leaned forward, kissing me deeply. My lips were sore, and the kiss was surprisingly gentle.
“Your body is perfect. Your fried kimchi is perfect. Your throat is perfect. May I sample the perfections of your ass now?”
“Fuck, yes,” I said, raspy like I knew I was going to be.
He smiled. Smug and arrogant. “Condom in my pocket.”
“Cliché.”
“Not if you know you’re going to use it.”
I grabbed his jeans and pulled out two condoms a few little packs of lube. He took them from my hands. With a little light slap on my cheek, he said, “My show, not yours. Get on the couch, on your knees, hands on the back.”
I thought about protesting, but it sounded good to me. He moved and I clambered onto the couch. My knees supported the rest of me on the edge, my hands landed on the back of it.
He spanked me, and I yelped in surprise. “Fucker,” I said through gritted teeth as the sting traveled up my body.
He did it again, and my head fell between my arms with a moan.
“You like that, Pretty Slut?”
“Yes.”
His large hands gripped my ass and spread me open. “So when you’re feeling better, when your body doesn’t hurt, I’ll make you ache.”
I whimpered again.
He licked my entrance.
“Fuck, Changmin. Don’t tease me, please. Just fuck me.”
Changmin chuckled as he chewed on my ass cheeks. “I thought you said you weren’t a whore.”
“And you were right when you said I can be.” I looked over my shoulder and gave him the sexiest sexy eyes in my arsenal. “Fuck me, please. I want to feel you spread me open.”
My eyes shut as a lubed finger pushed into my body. “Yes, please, yes.”
His fingers were long, and he pushed that first one in all way before stopping, retreating. Yep, definitely been too long since someone else had done that to me.
“You’re kinda tight,” he said as he forced two fingers into me.
I moaned as the uncomfortable feeling spread through my body as both fingers penetrated me completely. “Been a few weeks.”
“Not such a whore then, are you?”
“Not … not unless … you count fucking myself with a dildo.”
“Hm, slut for something inside you huh?”
“Yes, fuck, move your damn fingers,” I demanded as Changmin sat there, unmoving. He spread his fingers wide, pulling a startled gasp from me as my body tried to accommodate them. And then his hand twisted.
“Fuck!” I shouted and jerked my hips forward and back, fucking myself on his fingers.
He let me for awhile, and then removed his fingers. I whimpered. His hand snaked around my hip and tugged on my hard cock.
“I wasn’t sure if you were a bottom or not,” he said, “but god, I’m glad you are.”
After a deep breath, I looked over my shoulder again. “What’s wrong? Afraid of getting fucked, Max?”
He slapped my hip with a smirk. “Not by your cock, Pretty Whore.”
“Not tonight.”
He laid kisses on my tailbone, and then let his tongue run up my spine. I arched my back with a hiss, letting my head fall between my arms again. “Who said you were getting a second night?”
I didn’t reply to that. He was right. I didn’t know if this was a one time thing, and considering Changmin’s reputation, I’d be lucky if I ever saw him again.
His cock nestled against my body. There was no way I was prepped enough, but I wanted to feel him.
“Fuck me, please, Changmin, please.” I arched my head back. He kissed my neck and then pulled away from my body. His cock ran up and down my crack. I moaned, thrusting back, begging with my body. His hand landed on my lower back. I stilled with difficulty, shuddering as he pressed against my entrance.
“I really should prep you some more,” he said as ripped open the condom.
“You really should fuck me,” I said and tried to thrust back.
I flung my head back as he pushed into me, slipping past the ring of muscle. He tried to go all the way, like he had with his fingers, but I whimpered at the stretch.
“Okay?” he asked, withdrawing completely.
“Fuck, yes, just … go slower.”
His cock returned, slippery and wide. He pressed in again, going much slower. Agonizingly slow. But instead of hurting, it felt good. A constant moan whined from my throat as I took each inch of him, until he was buried and our skin touched, heated, and burned. He paused only long enough for me to moan and breathe. He pulled out, just as slowly, prolonging the stretch, and pleasure like I’d never felt crashed through me.
When he started fucking me, steady slow, patient, his hand warm on my back, I knew that no one else would ever be as good as he was and that everyone I was with ever again was going to have to settle as second best.
“Oh, god, Changmin, faster, please, please. Let me feel it deep.”
Changmin trailed his hand up my spine. I moaned when he ran his fingers through my hair. I yelped in surprise when he clenched my hand and yanked my head back. I whimpered as he fucked me harder.
“Like this, Pretty Whore?”
“Yes, please, fuck.”
He pulled again and pain laced along my scalp. I whimpered and then nothing made sense. Changmin sped up even more, slamming into me. His other hand gripped my hip and yanked me back and he thrust forward. Moans, some his name, some just desperate sounds of need, echoed through my living room. Begging. Lots of begging.
“Changmin, Changmin, fuck, I … I …”
My body shuddered as every ounce of pleasure centered around my cock. My arms collapsed, but Changmin’s hand did not let go of my sweaty hair. I cried out at the pain as it joined the pleasure. Jerking, moaning, eyes shut tight against the spinning room, I orgasmed, each splash of come almost painful as it pulsed onto the couch below me.
Changmin panted above me. His arm snaked around my waist and pulled me back, flush against him. His thrusts went erratic. He licked at my neck and ear.
“Excellent, Pretty Whore, so, so, so good.” His mouth closed down on my shoulder and he moaned into my skin. His body shook as he came, and I cursed the condom. I wanted to feel him fill me up.
After a moment, he twisted and lowered us, not leaving my body until we were curled on the floor. His lips continued to kiss along my skin.
“Not bad,” he said.
I scoffed. My body decided to remind me that it had been sore. My back ached. I moaned and leaned into him.
“You alright?” he asked, hands wrapping around my waist.
“Sore,” I said, voice rough.
“Right. The bad photo shoot.”
I nodded. “God, that photographer was stupid.”
Changmin hummed and said, “He was probably distracted, looking at this body in different positions. It’d be enough to render me incoherent. What were you wearing?”
“White pants.”
“And?”
“Nothing. Sheer stuff. It’s a shoot for natural skin care products. And they’re products I use, but god, my body cannot bend that way.”
“I’d ask you to show me, but it’s getting late.”
I turned my head. “Does that mean you want to see me twist my half-naked body around a different night?”
He smiled. “Will you let me?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now come on. I owe you.”
“What?”
“You’ll see.” He pushed my hips and I whimpered as he slipped out of me. He stood up and tied off the condom. I used the couch to get up. He held out his hand and I took it, letting him lead me to the bathroom. We rinsed off in the shower.
In the hallway, he stopped me, pinned me to the wall and kissed me. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and melted into him.
“People have issues with the bedroom sanctuary. Do you?”
“No. If that’s where you want me.”
“That’s where I want you.”
I kept a hold of his neck and walked backward, lips connecting, eyes locked. I fumbled with the door for a moment, and it opened and I tumbled back. His arms tightened around me, holding me up, and then lifting. My foot hooked around his waist and he shuffled us to my bed. I landed on my back with a sigh. But he didn’t follow me down.
I opened my eyes, a question on my lips. Changmin stood next to my dresser and then he turned, a bottle of body lotion in his hands.
“Turn over,” he said.
“Why?”
He rolled his eyes. “Are you all beauty and no brains? Just roll over.”
I pouted, and he laughed as I grudgingly did as he said. The lotion landed cold on my back and then the heat of his hands rubbed it into my skin. I moaned and rested my face on my hands. My eyes fluttered shut, and then I hissed as he hit the sore spots deep in the muscles.
“Okay?”
“Too good,” I replied. “You’re good at everything you do, aren’t you?”
“No. I can’t write poetry about love and tenderness.”
“If you can show it, then that’s okay. Showing it is more important, and I’d have to say that based on your reputation, you’re bad at that, too.”
His hands faltered for a moment and then he kept rubbing. I wondered if I’d pissed him off, but the massage didn’t stop, nor falter in intensity. I was half asleep by the time he stopped. I almost protested when he got up, but then realized he was just moving the blanket. Crawling under it, I made sure he came with me. I held him close, my face pressed against his muscled chest.
“I don’t care if you disappear from my life tomorrow,” I said, “but you are staying tonight.”
Changmin chuckled. “Yes, my Pretty Jae.”
I slept better that night than I had for a long time.
Part 2
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