Star Struck, Star Fuck 2/2
Title: Star Struck, Star Fuck 2/2
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
Lips pressing against my face and eyelids and neck pulled me from sleep.
“No,” I said and rolled over, covering myself up. “No.”
Deep chuckles reverberated around me. “I have to go, Pretty Jae. I have a radio show and a photo shoot today.”
My eyes blinked open to the shadows under my blanket. A warm hand ran up and down my side. I flung the blanket off and stared, uncomprehending at Changmin.
“Why are you still here?” I asked before I could stop myself.
He frowned. “Um, sorry?”
“No, I just … I … why are you still here?”
“If I had known you wanted me to go, I would have. I must have misunderstood you last night when you told me to stay.”
“No, no.” I curled into his body quickly, face at his hip. “I’m surprised. That’s all. I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”
“Sorry to disappoint,” he said with a laugh.
I pinched him. “Shut up.”
He rolled over and pinned me below him. He kissed me and said, “Would you be surprised if I said I wanted to come back?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to do everything I can to surprise you from now on. When can I come back?”
I shrugged. “When you have time. You have my number, if I recall.”
“Yeah.”
“How did you get my number?”
“Yoochun.”
“Park Yoochun? How did he get my number?”
“I don’t know. He said some girl he knew was obsessed with you.”
With a smirk, I said, “Well, that doesn’t narrow it down at all.”
“Arrogance. Beauty. I like that about you.”
“Do you have time for breakfast?” I asked, lifting my body to slide against his.
His eyes shut with a moan. “No. I’m already late.” He rocked his hips against my naked skin. “Dinner though?”
“Sure. I’ll make you something spicy.”
“Make me some food too,” he said just before he kissed me again. His hands were on my skin, and I was hard in moments, but when I tried for more, tried to hold him against me, he broke away with a gasp.
“I … I have to go. They’re already waiting for me downstairs.”
I pouted and he kissed me again, using the distraction to peel away from me.
“I’ll call you later,” he said, and smiled before leaving the bedroom.
I waited until the front door shut and then sighed in disappointment. Something told me that I wouldn’t be seeing him again, but most of me was hopeful. He seemed genuine enough, but then again it was Changmin.
It was Changmin. Shim Changmin. Shim mother fucking Changmin.
And I just had sex with him, and slept with him, and … FUCK!
I threw the blankets off and ran around the apartment looking for evidence of it and that it just wasn’t a dream. Two sets of clean dishes in the drainer. My clothes all over the floor. Come stain on the couch.
A note on the coffee table. I picked it up.
No, you’re not dreaming. Yes, I am that awesome. I had fun, and you deserve the pampering. See you tonight.
I called Hyunjoong at six in the morning. He wasn’t happy, but I didn’t talk long. I danced around my apartment, shouting about having sex with Shim Changmin, while he groaned on the other line. He hung up on me, but I didn’t care.
A couple hours later (and one amazing jerk off session later), my phone rang and it was the studio. They wanted to redo some of the shots from yesterday, and even that wasn’t enough to mar my mood. I floated to the studio, all smiles and a few stylist noonas laughed at me and asked who I had sex with. My body was still sore, but the photographer seemed to feel my frustration yesterday and asked me what to do before doing it. Everything turned out much better than the day before, and I went home in a much better mood.
By five, I was freaking out a little bit. Changmin hadn’t called.
I turned on my computer. Changmin, half naked with his tongue sliding along his lower lip, greeted me from my desktop background. God, that mouth had been on my skin the night before.
I searched for new information from him, and came across his appearance on a radio show. I watched the live stream video of it, cock twitching as Changmin sang his new single and a few of his older songs. His voice was amazing. Near the end of the interview the DJ asked him about the pictures that surfaced with him and some handsome guy the night before. Changmin smirked and said that I was just his friend. I knew he couldn’t say more than that, and the interview continued, this DJ smart enough not to press Changmin for details about his love life.
I watched the interview twice and cut and uploaded the songs onto my iPhone to watch later when I was bored.
By eight, I reluctantly admitted that Changmin wasn’t coming, that he hadn’t been serious, and that he was probably with some other guy right now.
It hurt, it really did. But I had only myself to blame for getting my hopes up.
I went to bed before ten, because it was easier to sleep than to wallow in self pity.
An incessant ringing woke me up. I glanced at my clock. Two am. Who the fuck was calling me at two in the fucking morning?
I ignored the phone, but it rang again. And then again. Sighing, I threw off the blankets and padded across the room to where it was plugged in. It rang again just as I picked it up.
Shim Changmin is calling you
I had to blink my eyes to make sure I read that correctly.
“Hello?” I murmured, half asleep, half in awe that he was calling me.
“Finally,” he said. “Come let me into your building.”
“Min, it’s two am.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Come let me in.”
I grunted in agreement and hung up. I put a hoody around my bare shoulders, but I didn’t zip it up. Flip flops, grabbed my keys and stumbled my way down the stairs to the door. He was leaning against the brick wall, nonchalant, messing with his phone. He wore dark wash jeans. A plain white t-shirt and a black hoody. A beanie was pulled low on his head.
He smiled when I opened the door, and I shook my head at him.
“What?” he asked as he followed me inside.
“The beanie doesn’t hide who you are, you know?”
He chuckled. “I know.” He moved to me like he was going to hug me, but I turned away and headed up the stairs. He followed after me silently. I paused long enough in the entryway to kick the flip flops off and shrug out of the hoody. I didn’t wait for him, or say anything to him. I went back to bed. I tried to relax.
A couple minutes later, the edge of my bed dipped.
“Am I invited in?” Changmin asked quietly.
“Don’t care. Sleeping.”
He settled in behind me, his body warm. I sighed and shifted until my back was pressed against his chest. His arm settled over my stomach. Lips pressed against the back of my neck.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner,” he whispered. “Things went to shit today.”
I hummed, but was already half asleep again. He chuckled and I felt his body relax.
In the morning, before he woke up, I worried about how easy it was for me to sleep with him in my bed. So much easier than by myself. Gingerly, I lifted his arm from my body and rolled out of bed. I let him sleep.
Thoughts ran through my head as I showered, and then cleaned the kitchen. What was he doing here? What were his intentions? He hadn’t tried to molest me last night, and now this morning, he looked almost normal. Not like the arrogant man from two nights ago. And he said that things went to shit? What did that mean? I logged into my computer, but found nothing new about him, no breaking news.
As I scanned through the photos from his previous photo shoot, a door opened and shut. A few moments later, the shower started. I turned the monitor off on my computer and got up to make Changmin breakfast.
I was halfway through frying eggs when his heated presence settled behind me. Lips pressed against that spot below my ear. I shivered and leaned into him.
“Thanks for letting me stay over,” he said.
“You were at my door at two am demanding to be let in. I hardly call that letting you stay.”
Tension filled his body, but I didn’t care. It had been rude.
“I know. But I’m still glad you let me in.”
The rice cooker dinged, and I moved to it. He let me go, and I finished cooking in silence. He poured himself a cup of coffee.
“What are you doing today?” he asked.
“Not much. I reshot all those bad photos yesterday, and the director didn’t try to make me into some contortionist.”
“That’s good.”
“I don’t have another shoot until next week. What’s your schedule?”
“Off today. I’m on hold until my managers work out this shit that happened yesterday.”
The little fan boy in me died. “What? Why?”
He smiled. “I’ve been told it’s nothing serious, but there are ‘concerns’ about the new single, and I’m like, just slap a only-over-eighteen label on it, but they don’t want to, because that’s not my image, and I’m like, I’m not a teenager anymore, I’m not going to sing the songs of a teenager, and yeah.”
“I like your new song, and the dance is incredibly sexy,” I said with a smile.
He nodded. “Thanks.”
“So why are you here?”
He shrugged. “I was told I have an unknown amount of time off. And I was supposed to come to dinner last night, but I couldn’t even call. I meant it when I said I wanted to go out with you.”
“And what? You date me until you get bored of me then-”
“Will you stop? The press says a lot of shit about me, okay? Some days I’m a dick because I’m stressed out and there’s too much on my shoulders, and too many things shoved into a day. No, I haven’t had a steady boyfriend, and that’s because a lot of them fawn over me, and then brag to the press about sleeping with me. Stop basing everything you know about me on what’s been printed about me.”
I bit my lower lip. He was right; I was being unfair to him based on his reputation. “Sorry.” I brought over a plate of meat and rice and eggs.
“Thank you,” he said. He tilted his head at me in question.
“What?”
“I want to kiss you.”
I opened my mouth to say that was too bad, and then closed it. At least he didn’t just try to kiss me. I leaned down and pecked his lips. “Eat your breakfast.”
He smiled. “Are you eating today, or just watching me again?”
“Eating. I’m hungry.” I brought over my own plate of food and we ate in silence.
His foot nudged my leg under the table.
“What?”
“What should we do today?”
“We?” I said with a raised eyebrow.
He pouted at me and crossed his arms. “Come on, don’t be difficult. I like you. I want to go out with you. Get ice cream, see a movie or something.”
“That requires going out in public.”
“And?”
“I don’t know. I thought you’d have issues about being seen with someone out in public.”
“I’ve been doing this for eight years, Jae. I’m used to the looks and the pictures and the stares. Some stars sequester themselves in their homes, but I don’t like to do that. I have time off. I want to use it.”
I smiled. “Then where are we going?”
“Somewhere you like to go.”
“Okay.” I grinned again.
“Do I need to a change of clothes?” he asked, motioning to his t-shirt and jeans.
“Nope. Casual works.”
He cleaned up breakfast while I went to change. My hands were shaking, because I was going on a date with Shim Changmin. And not just any date, a day date. Dinner, movies, night dates are what strangers went out on. Friends and someone you were more comfortable with went out on day dates.
I dressed in skinny jeans, and then took them off, and put on a better pair of form fitting ones that were all ripped up down the legs. I really wanted to show off my body to him, make him drool over me. I wore a white t-shirt with gray patterns on the font and side. It hugged my shoulders. The neck was a deep vee, probably obscene if worn by a girl. I threw on a few accessories and headed back to the living room.
I had the satisfaction of seeing his eyes widen and scan my body. I smirked before he met my eyes. “You ready?” I asked.
“No. I want a kiss.”
I walked over to him, and his hands slid around my waist. “Tell me one reason why you deserve a kiss.” I ran my hands over his shoulders, hooking them loosely around his neck.
“I don’t. But you’re insanely beautiful and insanely beautiful people must be kissed.”
I pouted. His eyes rolled back and shut as he leaned forward for a kiss. It was no more than a press of lips before I pulled away.
“Jae,” he said, almost whimpering.
“What? You got a kiss. Come on.” He let me go with a groan.
“You going to tease me all day?”
“Maybe.” I pulled on my brown hoody, the one from the night before. Again his hands found my waist.
“It took all my self control not to attack you when you showed up at the door partially naked last night,” he said before kissing below my ear.
“Congratulations.”
“You’re being snippy.”
“No, I’m not,” I replied. “I’m being me. You’re not the only one allowed to be snarky, dongsaeng.”
Changmin smirked as I held the door open for him. “I did forget to ask how old you were, didn’t I?”
“I’m twenty-four. Almost exactly two years older than you, so watch yourself.”
“My apologies,” he said very formally and bowed ninety degrees.
I reached out and pushed his head down. “Yeah. I like you like that.” I tangled my hands in his hair and tugged. “Come on, boy. Let’s go play.”
He followed me out the door, still bent over until I loosened my hold to lock my door. He molded to my back and kissed my neck again. “We could stay here and play.”
I turned in his arms and let him kiss me. “Yes, but if we go out and play, I’m going to be more anxious to play rougher when we gat back here.”
He growled and pushed my hips into the door. I laughed into the kiss and let him hold me. Our lips and tongues found a rhythm. I had no idea how long he held me there and kissed me.
“Fuck, Jaejoong, come on,” a voice said, and I turned to look at Donghae, my neighbor.
“Sorry, Hae. Got a bit-”
“Holy fuck, Shim Changmin,” Dongahe said, voice rising.
I felt more than heard Changmin sigh, but he turned his head and smiled at him. “Hi.”
“Wow. I’m … fuck. Huge fan. Humungous fan.”
“Thanks,” Changmin said with a smile.
“Can I have your … never mind?” Donghae winced.
Changmin laughed. “For a friend of Jaejoong, sure.”
“Wow, really?”
Changmin nodded.
“Yeah, but hurry,” I said. “We’re going out.”
“You weren’t in a hurry to leave two minutes ago,” Donghae said with a grin and a wink. “Be right back.”
Changmin rolled his eyes and turned back to me. “Good friend?”
“Yeah. He lives down the hall. He’s unfortunately straight, except when it comes to you.”
Changmin chuckled. “I get that a lot.”
Donghae came back, clutching Changmin’s latest CD. “Thank you so much. I … god, if you’re dating Jaejoong, I may have to be home more, just in case.”
“So you can listen through my walls and jerk off to the noises,” I said.
Donghae laughed and slugged my shoulder. “I do that anyway.” He winked at me and I shook my head.
“Just come out, Hae. Life would be easier.”
“And my girlfriend would blame herself.”
“Well, don’t fight it.”
Changmin signed the CD and shook Donghae’s hand.
“What are you two doing today?” Donghae asked.
“It’s a secret,” I said. “I’ve been given control of our day.”
Donghae whistled. “You’re a braver man than I am, Changmin.”
I slugged him. He laughed as we said our goodbyes.
Outside the door, I flagged down a taxi. I gave the taxi an address, and he took us to the CD store where HyunJoong worked. The taxi driver refused to take money and asked Changmin for an autograph for his daughter, which Changmin willingly gave him, even personalizing it. I felt awkward, but Changmin smiled and wished him well and paid him anyway.
At my questioning look, he shrugged. “You get used to it.”
I opened the door to the store and Changmin stepped in. A collective gasp went through the store and someone dropped a CD. Cheeks still red, I went up to the counter. Hyunjoong looked past me, eyes wide, mouth open. I snapped my fingers in front of his face. He blinked slowly and glanced at me before looking back at Changmin.
“Hey, Jaejoong.”
I grabbed his chin. “Stop staring or I won’t introduce you.” I flung his face away and turned to Changmin. There were a couple girls near the front door who had death grips on their bags. One looked close to fainting.
“This is Shim Changmin.”
Hyunjoong couldn’t form a coherent response, but he bowed and then after a few moments, I rolled my eyes and said, “Hyun, is there an empty booth for us to use?”
“Probably not, but I can make one empty.”
I sighed. “Don’t, we’ll wait.”
“No, no,” he said, eyes on Changmin. “I’ll … um, I’ll go check and kick someone out of his room.”
“Hyun-“ I started, but he went off to the side of the store. I turned to Changmin. He was smirking. “What are you being so smug about?”
“Perks of being famous. He’s going to go kick them out of their room for me.”
“You’re an arrogant bastard,” I said and crossed my arms.
He laughed, and the girls by the door swooned. “I’m thankful for what I have, Jaejoong. But I take advantage of it, too.” He turned and smiled at the girls and they held onto each other as one of them almost collapsed.
A young couple, looking utterly pissed off came out into the main part of the store, but then the girl caught sight of Changmin, and she squeeeeeeed as only fangirls can. Changmin immediately moved to her, bowing over her hand. I didn’t hear what he said, but then he bowed to the guy and signed her CD.
“Fuck, Jaejoong,” Hyun said in my ear. “I think I might be gay now.”
I rolled my eyes. “Shut up and give me the key.”
“You know I can’t-”
“Give me the key.” I held my hand out for it. “You are not going to come in and interrupt us.”
He pouted, but held out the key to the room. “Don’t have sex in there.”
“I’m not stupid. I know there are cameras.”
Changmin smiled at me, and then I motioned him ahead of me and down the hall to the karaoke rooms. I opened the door labeled, “the Shim Changmin room” and let him in.
He stepped through and chuckled. “Wow. No wonder he said this was my room.”
There was a large picture from every one of Changmin’s album covers (including the repackaged ones) around the walls.
“I was going to tell him to give us another one, but you’re egotistical enough, thought you might like it.”
Changmin laughed. “You’re such a dick.”
“Probably why we get along. Now, sing for me.”
Changmin waved at me in dismissal. He walked around the room, looking at all the pictures. He tapped one with the back of his knuckles. It was from his third album, and he was only about fifteen. “I hate that hair cut,” he said.
I laughed. “Yeah, you don’t look good with corn rows.”
He looked at me, eyebrow raised.
“Fine,” I said. “You look good, the hair is bad.”
“Thank you.”
“That CD is what started my … “
“Call it an obsession, you know it is.”
“Okay, fine. It started my obsession with you.”
Changmin still had the marker HyunJoong had given him. He moved from picture to picture and signed his name on all of them, leaving uplifting comments to the people singing in the room.
I read a few of them. “Keep practicing! Being a star takes a lot of work! Work hard! Fighting!”
“You know,” I said as I contemplated him from across the small room. “You’re not as big as an asshole as you think you are.”
Changmin smirked. “Caught on, did you? Well done.”
“Oh, you’re still an asshole, just a small one.”
Changmin shook his head. “So are you going to sing? Or did you bring me to this room to feed my ego?”
“Both,” I said. “Are you done wallowing in your fame?”
Changmin laughed. “Yes.”
I flopped down on a couch and picked up a microphone. Changmin sat next to me and draped his arm over the back of the couch. “You come here often, baby?” he said in a greasy voice.
I shoved him. “Yes. I like to sing.”
“You’re attractive enough. Why aren’t you a pop star?”
“I said I like to sing, not that I’m good at it.”
I pulled up my favorite song of his and handed him the microphone. “Come on, Mister Super Star. Let’s see if you can get a perfect score.”
@*@*@*@*@
Once again I found myself outside my apartment door, pushed against the wall, Changmin’s hands on my waist, his tongue in my mouth.
“Inside,” I gasped, “fuck, inside.”
“What if I want to make you come in the hallway?”
I groaned and my head fell back to the wall. His lips moved to my neck. His hand unbuttoned my jeans.
“Fuck, Min, don’t-” I whimpered as he grabbed my trapped cock.
“I want to, right here, spin you around and fuck you in this hallway. Or lift you up and have you wrap your legs around me while I pound you into the wall.”
My knees went weak and I moaned when his hand hit skin. He stroked me a few times, and then with a panicked whimper, I thrust into him. He wasn’t expecting it and stepped far enough back that I was able to turn around. Faster than I ever had before, I unlocked the door and we tumbled inside. The door slammed.
I kicked off my shoes while I pushed my jeans and boxers down. My shirt ripped as I pulled it off.
Our lips met, and my back met the door. I tried to undo his pants.
“Hang mnghd-“ I kissed him, and he tried to say my name. His hands ran up my neck and tangled in my hair. He yanked my head back, and I gasped. He smirked, and licked my open mouth.
“Hang on,” he said. One hand still in my hair, he put his hand in his pants pocket. He lifted his hand and dangled the wrapped-condom in my face. “Hold this, would you, Pretty Jae?” He put the condom and a packet of lube in my mouth.
I moaned around them. He released me and pushed his jeans down his hips. Before I could move, he pinned me to the door with his leg, smashing my aching erection. I whimpered.
He took the condom and tore the package open. I shivered when the back of his knuckles caressed my stomach as he rolled the condom on.
“Thanks,” he said as he took the lube packet from my mouth. He let his fingers trace over my lips. I licked them with a moan.
He ripped the lube open and covered his cock, fingers touching my stomach again.
“Changmin, please, god.” He gripped my cock with his slick fingers. My eyes shut as the world swam and then shifted, and my back slammed against the door again, higher. My legs wrapped around his waist with little thought. He used the door to steady me and then shoved two fingers into my body. I moaned, pushing down on them as much as I could. Changmin growled, and it vibrated down my body. He jerked his arm, and my leg bent, my knee hooking over his shoulder. His fingers went deeper as he twisted them.
“Not … fuck, not … contortionist,” I said.
He laughed.
His cock prodded my entrance. With a little shift and a jerk of his hips, he slid into my body.
“Fuck!” It wasn’t comfortable and he couldn’t fuck me deep, but god, the stretch was amazing. My head thunked on the door. He adjusted, pulling me away from the wall a few inches. I gripped his arms for support as his hips moved faster. “Not. Ow, Changmin.”
“And here I thought you liked pain with sex.”
“Yeah, but not …”
He pulled us away from the wall, and I had a moment to put my feet on the floor, before he tripped over a shoe and we both fell. I landed on top of him with a moan, rocking my hips. He looked dazed, and so I reached behind me, lifted his cock and sat on it.
“Much better,” I said as I took him all at once.
He moaned and jerked his hips up. “Yes. Much better.”
I put my hands on his chest and rode him. He settled his hand on my hips, trying to get his legs under him, but they were still tangled in his jeans. We spent the day teasing each other. Light touches, looks, veiled sexual innuendos. We couldn’t make out in the karaoke room, and spent five minutes groping each other in the bathroom at the restaurant where we had lunch. He wanted to go to a movie, but by five, I was so wired with lust that I told him I had to go home first.
Of course, he knew what I meant. Fucker had me half hard all day.
His hand wrapped around my cock. I threw my head back with a gasp, and only a few thrust later, I came, covering his white t-shirt in wet splotches.
“Sorry,” I gasped when he mad a face at the mess.
He smiled. “Easy clean up. Now get off me.”
I whined when he pushed me away. I couldn’t get my breath back, and his hands gripped my ass, spread me open and then his cock was in my body again. I moaned, lowered my head to my arms, ass in the air, while he fucked me.
“God, Jaejoong, you’re gorgeous. And such a fucking eager whore.”
A hand landed sharply on my ass. I whined and pushed back against his body. He spanked me again.
“I want to see your body covered in come. Do you want that? Do you want me to come all over you?”
“Please,” I gasped. I pushed up to hands, pulling a grunt from his throat as he readjusted to the angle. I thrust back, fucking myself on his cock while he continued to spank me.
“Fuck, J-Jae.”
His cock left me quickly, something snapped, and then warm come covered my back. I arched into it with a moan as the splatters landed high on my shoulders.
“Yep. You look pretty covered in come. Let’s go.” His hand tangled in my hair and he walked. I had to crawl to keep up with him, pain lacing through my head if I didn’t.
“Fucking bastard,” I muttered when he twisted his hand on purpose.
Changmin looked down at me and grinned. “Tell me to stop,” he said.
I licked my lips and looked away, following him serenely to my bedroom. He left me in the middle of the floor. I didn’t like submissive play that much, but it was okay for a moment. Changmin pulled the t-shirt over his head and then used it to clean off my back.
“Good boy,” he said and slapped my ass.
“Fucker,” I said and, without his permission, crawled onto my bed.
“Condoms?”
“Top desk drawer,” I replied. I settled on my stomach, a pillow clutched in my arms and under my head. The bed dipped behind him, and his heat covered me. He kissed that spot below my ear.
“Should we talk now?”
“About what?” I asked.
“This.”
I opened an eye to look at him. “Okay. What is this?”
“I don’t know. I can’t promise you anything.”
A tiny piece of my heart died, but I knew it was true. He was too busy, and he was never around. Now was a fluke, but as soon as he started promotions next week, he wasn’t going to have any time to himself. He kissed the side of my pout.
“I haven’t asked for anything, have I?” I said.
He propped up on an elbow and smiled. “Well, there was something about love and romance and tenderness.”
“True.”
“But?”
I shrugged. “Friends?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, then fuck me again.”
He laughed. “Eager slut,” he said and slapped my ass again. “Come and suck on my cock.” He rolled on his back and I climbed over him. I sat on his lap and rocked my hips against his erection while our lips met in a messy kiss.
“I said, suck my cock,” he said.
“Give me a minute,” I whispered and kissed down his neck. “I haven’t had a chance to worship my favorite Kpop idol, so shut up and let me play with you.”
He chuckled and put his hand behind his head. “Play away, my Pretty Jae.”
I bit his chest, smiling at his hiss. I’d already gotten one reprimand about marking up his skin, so I kept the biting light, enough to drive him crazy, and it wasn’t long before his hands were tangled in my hair again. I sucked on his abs, hands gripped around his hip bones.
“Your body is amazing,” I whispered, lips on his skin.
“Like you said, kill yourself to get a body like this. I feel bad that I haven’t been to the gym today.”
“I’ll give you a workout if you want it.”
“Yes. I want it.”
I licked the head of his cock. I thought about teasing him more, but I really just wanted to suck on him. I lifted his cock away from his body and slipped half of him down my throat. He moaned, hips flexing, but not rising. I looked up at him. His eyes were barely open, watching me. Rolling him around my mouth, I took more of him, lowering my head a centimeter at a time, not pulling up, swallowing more. He moaned and his cock twitched, pumping my mouth full of precome.
“Your mouth looks hot around my cock, Pretty Whore.”
I let his cock fall away and looked at him as he groaned. “If I am such a whore, shouldn’t you be fucking my throat instead of complimenting me?”
I sucked his cock back into my mouth. He smirked. His hand twisted in my hair, he bent his knees to brace himself and then lifted his hips. After two slow trips to the depths of my throat, he thrust up quickly, violently, pulling my head down as he thrust up. My eyes shut at the speed, moaning when he wasn’t pressed into my throat.
Yes, I wanted love and tenderness, but at that moment, I wanted the head of his cock imprinted on the back of my throat. My lips ached, my throat almost burned, and I was drooling, leaving a wet mess on his skin and in the hair around his cock. Breathing was relegated to only a necessity, and my head went light a few times while he fucked my throat.
“Wow,” he gasped and then pulled me completely off his cock. I fell to the side and sucked in heavy breaths. He rolled over and pinned me to the bed, stealing my breath with his mouth this time. His cock was hard and wet against my hip. I arched into his body, the precome from my cock sliding on his skin. He wrapped his hand lightly around me and stroked.
I moaned and broke from his lips. “Fuck me, Changmin, please.”
“Soon, my Pretty Jae. Soon. Let me kiss you.”
I whimpered as he kissed me. My brain was too blown with lust to really care what he did to me. The light hold on my cock was maddening. Just when I thought I knew how Changmin kissed, memorized his lips and his tongue, he switched it up. He went from soft to demanding, and then back, messy and obscene, to tender and needy. I could not stop whimpering. I needed him, so much.
“Please, Min, please. I need you. Please.”
He pulled away from my lips for just a moment to smile down at me. He twisted in my vision, the room swam and bowed. With a minor adjustment, he lifted my leg over his hip. His finger traced the curve of my ass. I begged for it, begged with incoherent words and pleadings.
I almost came when he pushed his finger into my body.
“I don’t need prep, damn it,” I said through my gasps. “You just fucked me. Do it again.”
He cut me off with his lips and his finger twirled inside my body, hooking pulling at my walls. Teasing suddenly with two fingers.
“Please, please,” I said, head thrashing. “I want to come with you fucking me, please. Changmin.” I sighed when he removed his fingers. He moved again, gripped my knees, and I eagerly lifted my legs, spreading them wide. A condom wrapper crinkled and it made me moan. “Hurry, hurry, hurry.”
The blunt head of his cock pushed into me, and then it didn’t stop. My body sucked him all the way. I wrapped my leg around his hip and yanked him forward, just in case he was planning on pulling out.
He fell over me, hands by my head. He rocked his hips, so his cock didn’t leave me, but pushed deeper.
I moaned, and he echoed it before kissing me again. Both of my legs wrapped around his lower back. He moved slowly, nothing like we’d done before. I wanted him to speed up, but I wanted this to last forever. Our bodies molded, our movements in synch. Time disappeared, manifested by the sweat on our skin and the desperate ache in our bodies. I whispered his name, over and over. I whined when he ruined our rhythm, but cried out when his hand wrapped around my cock. He stroked me, double time to his thrusts. I dug my nails into his shoulders as the pleasure that had been building tore through me, waving, twisted. He fucked me harder, whispering my name into the skin of my neck.
“Fuck, Min. faster.”
Changmin grunted, but sped up, both his hand and his thrusts. The pleasure coiled and twisted and waved. My bedroom ceiling twisted and bursts of gray and color dotted everything as my orgasm approached. I rocked my hips, meeting his erratic thrusts. He bit down, marking my neck as his body shuddered and lost control. His hand faltered and quickly I pushed him away and stroked myself while his movements slowed. It didn’t take long for me to moan as spasms wracked my body and come shot between us, arching high enough to land on his stomach.
He waited a few breaths and then let his elbows bend. He kissed me, sweaty hair falling onto my cheeks and neck.
“You are absolutely amazing,” I breathed.
“I know. So what are you making for dinner?”
I shoved him. He laughed and kissed me deeply. “Thanks, Pretty Jae. Today has been really fun.”
“Yeah.”
He carefully pulled out of my body. I curled up to him, his arms went around my shoulders. I was almost asleep when he moved. I clutched at him.
“Let’s go take a shower,” he said.
I was too tired for a shower, but I let him pull me up. The warmth and his attention to my body from the shower exhausted me even more. He didn’t protest when I refused to let him dress and I pouted until he curled up in bed next to me.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I said.
“True. But I need to check my phone messages.”
“Later,” I said. “What if one of them is really important and demanding that you go right now, then what? I would be out of a nap and I want a nap.”
“Demanding. Arrogant and beautiful. I like you more and more.”
“Shut up.”
We slept until night fell. I woke up when he moved out from under me. I watched him in the dim light, move through the room and out the bedroom door. I knew I couldn’t make him stay longer if he had to go. I pouted at no one, and once again, it was my own fault for letting him so close so soon. But how close was he? It’s like he said, he hadn’t made me any promises. I didn’t want him to make me any promises.
I got out of bed and threw on a pair of sweat pants. My stomach rumbled, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since lunch. Changmin’s voice filtered into my brain, but it sounded tired and upset. I was almost done with chapjae when he finally came into the kitchen.
“I have to go,” he whispered and kissed my cheek.
“After dinner?”
“Can I take it to go?”
I turned in his arms and frowned. “Fine. When can I see you again?”
He shrugged. “I’ll call you.”
“That sounds like a ‘don’t call me, I’ll call you’ sort of break up.”
“Break up?”
“You know what I mean. A refusal.”
Changmin sighed. “I’m sorry, Jaejoong, but starting tomorrow I’m not going to have time to jerk off, let alone come over here and fuck you until you can’t think straight. I’ll call you. And if we’re lucky then our schedules will align and I’ll get to come over for a few hours.”
“Shim Changmin’s booty call. Great.”
“Hey. There are worse occupations in life.”
I laughed. “Not many. Give me five minutes and this food will be done.”
“Can I kiss you for those five minutes?”
“Yes.”
We kissed for ten, and he left with slightly soggy chapjae. My lips tingled when he kissed me good bye.
A few minutes later, I got a text message.
unknown Oh, and there’s always phone sex. Call me in about a half hour if you’re up for it.
I laughed.
PrettyJae I’m already up for it.
Yeah, being Shim Changmin’s booty call wasn’t going to be a problem for me at all.
Part 1: Shim Changmin looked at me
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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
Lips pressing against my face and eyelids and neck pulled me from sleep.
“No,” I said and rolled over, covering myself up. “No.”
Deep chuckles reverberated around me. “I have to go, Pretty Jae. I have a radio show and a photo shoot today.”
My eyes blinked open to the shadows under my blanket. A warm hand ran up and down my side. I flung the blanket off and stared, uncomprehending at Changmin.
“Why are you still here?” I asked before I could stop myself.
He frowned. “Um, sorry?”
“No, I just … I … why are you still here?”
“If I had known you wanted me to go, I would have. I must have misunderstood you last night when you told me to stay.”
“No, no.” I curled into his body quickly, face at his hip. “I’m surprised. That’s all. I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”
“Sorry to disappoint,” he said with a laugh.
I pinched him. “Shut up.”
He rolled over and pinned me below him. He kissed me and said, “Would you be surprised if I said I wanted to come back?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to do everything I can to surprise you from now on. When can I come back?”
I shrugged. “When you have time. You have my number, if I recall.”
“Yeah.”
“How did you get my number?”
“Yoochun.”
“Park Yoochun? How did he get my number?”
“I don’t know. He said some girl he knew was obsessed with you.”
With a smirk, I said, “Well, that doesn’t narrow it down at all.”
“Arrogance. Beauty. I like that about you.”
“Do you have time for breakfast?” I asked, lifting my body to slide against his.
His eyes shut with a moan. “No. I’m already late.” He rocked his hips against my naked skin. “Dinner though?”
“Sure. I’ll make you something spicy.”
“Make me some food too,” he said just before he kissed me again. His hands were on my skin, and I was hard in moments, but when I tried for more, tried to hold him against me, he broke away with a gasp.
“I … I have to go. They’re already waiting for me downstairs.”
I pouted and he kissed me again, using the distraction to peel away from me.
“I’ll call you later,” he said, and smiled before leaving the bedroom.
I waited until the front door shut and then sighed in disappointment. Something told me that I wouldn’t be seeing him again, but most of me was hopeful. He seemed genuine enough, but then again it was Changmin.
It was Changmin. Shim Changmin. Shim mother fucking Changmin.
And I just had sex with him, and slept with him, and … FUCK!
I threw the blankets off and ran around the apartment looking for evidence of it and that it just wasn’t a dream. Two sets of clean dishes in the drainer. My clothes all over the floor. Come stain on the couch.
A note on the coffee table. I picked it up.
No, you’re not dreaming. Yes, I am that awesome. I had fun, and you deserve the pampering. See you tonight.
I called Hyunjoong at six in the morning. He wasn’t happy, but I didn’t talk long. I danced around my apartment, shouting about having sex with Shim Changmin, while he groaned on the other line. He hung up on me, but I didn’t care.
A couple hours later (and one amazing jerk off session later), my phone rang and it was the studio. They wanted to redo some of the shots from yesterday, and even that wasn’t enough to mar my mood. I floated to the studio, all smiles and a few stylist noonas laughed at me and asked who I had sex with. My body was still sore, but the photographer seemed to feel my frustration yesterday and asked me what to do before doing it. Everything turned out much better than the day before, and I went home in a much better mood.
By five, I was freaking out a little bit. Changmin hadn’t called.
I turned on my computer. Changmin, half naked with his tongue sliding along his lower lip, greeted me from my desktop background. God, that mouth had been on my skin the night before.
I searched for new information from him, and came across his appearance on a radio show. I watched the live stream video of it, cock twitching as Changmin sang his new single and a few of his older songs. His voice was amazing. Near the end of the interview the DJ asked him about the pictures that surfaced with him and some handsome guy the night before. Changmin smirked and said that I was just his friend. I knew he couldn’t say more than that, and the interview continued, this DJ smart enough not to press Changmin for details about his love life.
I watched the interview twice and cut and uploaded the songs onto my iPhone to watch later when I was bored.
By eight, I reluctantly admitted that Changmin wasn’t coming, that he hadn’t been serious, and that he was probably with some other guy right now.
It hurt, it really did. But I had only myself to blame for getting my hopes up.
I went to bed before ten, because it was easier to sleep than to wallow in self pity.
An incessant ringing woke me up. I glanced at my clock. Two am. Who the fuck was calling me at two in the fucking morning?
I ignored the phone, but it rang again. And then again. Sighing, I threw off the blankets and padded across the room to where it was plugged in. It rang again just as I picked it up.
Shim Changmin is calling you
I had to blink my eyes to make sure I read that correctly.
“Hello?” I murmured, half asleep, half in awe that he was calling me.
“Finally,” he said. “Come let me into your building.”
“Min, it’s two am.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Come let me in.”
I grunted in agreement and hung up. I put a hoody around my bare shoulders, but I didn’t zip it up. Flip flops, grabbed my keys and stumbled my way down the stairs to the door. He was leaning against the brick wall, nonchalant, messing with his phone. He wore dark wash jeans. A plain white t-shirt and a black hoody. A beanie was pulled low on his head.
He smiled when I opened the door, and I shook my head at him.
“What?” he asked as he followed me inside.
“The beanie doesn’t hide who you are, you know?”
He chuckled. “I know.” He moved to me like he was going to hug me, but I turned away and headed up the stairs. He followed after me silently. I paused long enough in the entryway to kick the flip flops off and shrug out of the hoody. I didn’t wait for him, or say anything to him. I went back to bed. I tried to relax.
A couple minutes later, the edge of my bed dipped.
“Am I invited in?” Changmin asked quietly.
“Don’t care. Sleeping.”
He settled in behind me, his body warm. I sighed and shifted until my back was pressed against his chest. His arm settled over my stomach. Lips pressed against the back of my neck.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner,” he whispered. “Things went to shit today.”
I hummed, but was already half asleep again. He chuckled and I felt his body relax.
In the morning, before he woke up, I worried about how easy it was for me to sleep with him in my bed. So much easier than by myself. Gingerly, I lifted his arm from my body and rolled out of bed. I let him sleep.
Thoughts ran through my head as I showered, and then cleaned the kitchen. What was he doing here? What were his intentions? He hadn’t tried to molest me last night, and now this morning, he looked almost normal. Not like the arrogant man from two nights ago. And he said that things went to shit? What did that mean? I logged into my computer, but found nothing new about him, no breaking news.
As I scanned through the photos from his previous photo shoot, a door opened and shut. A few moments later, the shower started. I turned the monitor off on my computer and got up to make Changmin breakfast.
I was halfway through frying eggs when his heated presence settled behind me. Lips pressed against that spot below my ear. I shivered and leaned into him.
“Thanks for letting me stay over,” he said.
“You were at my door at two am demanding to be let in. I hardly call that letting you stay.”
Tension filled his body, but I didn’t care. It had been rude.
“I know. But I’m still glad you let me in.”
The rice cooker dinged, and I moved to it. He let me go, and I finished cooking in silence. He poured himself a cup of coffee.
“What are you doing today?” he asked.
“Not much. I reshot all those bad photos yesterday, and the director didn’t try to make me into some contortionist.”
“That’s good.”
“I don’t have another shoot until next week. What’s your schedule?”
“Off today. I’m on hold until my managers work out this shit that happened yesterday.”
The little fan boy in me died. “What? Why?”
He smiled. “I’ve been told it’s nothing serious, but there are ‘concerns’ about the new single, and I’m like, just slap a only-over-eighteen label on it, but they don’t want to, because that’s not my image, and I’m like, I’m not a teenager anymore, I’m not going to sing the songs of a teenager, and yeah.”
“I like your new song, and the dance is incredibly sexy,” I said with a smile.
He nodded. “Thanks.”
“So why are you here?”
He shrugged. “I was told I have an unknown amount of time off. And I was supposed to come to dinner last night, but I couldn’t even call. I meant it when I said I wanted to go out with you.”
“And what? You date me until you get bored of me then-”
“Will you stop? The press says a lot of shit about me, okay? Some days I’m a dick because I’m stressed out and there’s too much on my shoulders, and too many things shoved into a day. No, I haven’t had a steady boyfriend, and that’s because a lot of them fawn over me, and then brag to the press about sleeping with me. Stop basing everything you know about me on what’s been printed about me.”
I bit my lower lip. He was right; I was being unfair to him based on his reputation. “Sorry.” I brought over a plate of meat and rice and eggs.
“Thank you,” he said. He tilted his head at me in question.
“What?”
“I want to kiss you.”
I opened my mouth to say that was too bad, and then closed it. At least he didn’t just try to kiss me. I leaned down and pecked his lips. “Eat your breakfast.”
He smiled. “Are you eating today, or just watching me again?”
“Eating. I’m hungry.” I brought over my own plate of food and we ate in silence.
His foot nudged my leg under the table.
“What?”
“What should we do today?”
“We?” I said with a raised eyebrow.
He pouted at me and crossed his arms. “Come on, don’t be difficult. I like you. I want to go out with you. Get ice cream, see a movie or something.”
“That requires going out in public.”
“And?”
“I don’t know. I thought you’d have issues about being seen with someone out in public.”
“I’ve been doing this for eight years, Jae. I’m used to the looks and the pictures and the stares. Some stars sequester themselves in their homes, but I don’t like to do that. I have time off. I want to use it.”
I smiled. “Then where are we going?”
“Somewhere you like to go.”
“Okay.” I grinned again.
“Do I need to a change of clothes?” he asked, motioning to his t-shirt and jeans.
“Nope. Casual works.”
He cleaned up breakfast while I went to change. My hands were shaking, because I was going on a date with Shim Changmin. And not just any date, a day date. Dinner, movies, night dates are what strangers went out on. Friends and someone you were more comfortable with went out on day dates.
I dressed in skinny jeans, and then took them off, and put on a better pair of form fitting ones that were all ripped up down the legs. I really wanted to show off my body to him, make him drool over me. I wore a white t-shirt with gray patterns on the font and side. It hugged my shoulders. The neck was a deep vee, probably obscene if worn by a girl. I threw on a few accessories and headed back to the living room.
I had the satisfaction of seeing his eyes widen and scan my body. I smirked before he met my eyes. “You ready?” I asked.
“No. I want a kiss.”
I walked over to him, and his hands slid around my waist. “Tell me one reason why you deserve a kiss.” I ran my hands over his shoulders, hooking them loosely around his neck.
“I don’t. But you’re insanely beautiful and insanely beautiful people must be kissed.”
I pouted. His eyes rolled back and shut as he leaned forward for a kiss. It was no more than a press of lips before I pulled away.
“Jae,” he said, almost whimpering.
“What? You got a kiss. Come on.” He let me go with a groan.
“You going to tease me all day?”
“Maybe.” I pulled on my brown hoody, the one from the night before. Again his hands found my waist.
“It took all my self control not to attack you when you showed up at the door partially naked last night,” he said before kissing below my ear.
“Congratulations.”
“You’re being snippy.”
“No, I’m not,” I replied. “I’m being me. You’re not the only one allowed to be snarky, dongsaeng.”
Changmin smirked as I held the door open for him. “I did forget to ask how old you were, didn’t I?”
“I’m twenty-four. Almost exactly two years older than you, so watch yourself.”
“My apologies,” he said very formally and bowed ninety degrees.
I reached out and pushed his head down. “Yeah. I like you like that.” I tangled my hands in his hair and tugged. “Come on, boy. Let’s go play.”
He followed me out the door, still bent over until I loosened my hold to lock my door. He molded to my back and kissed my neck again. “We could stay here and play.”
I turned in his arms and let him kiss me. “Yes, but if we go out and play, I’m going to be more anxious to play rougher when we gat back here.”
He growled and pushed my hips into the door. I laughed into the kiss and let him hold me. Our lips and tongues found a rhythm. I had no idea how long he held me there and kissed me.
“Fuck, Jaejoong, come on,” a voice said, and I turned to look at Donghae, my neighbor.
“Sorry, Hae. Got a bit-”
“Holy fuck, Shim Changmin,” Dongahe said, voice rising.
I felt more than heard Changmin sigh, but he turned his head and smiled at him. “Hi.”
“Wow. I’m … fuck. Huge fan. Humungous fan.”
“Thanks,” Changmin said with a smile.
“Can I have your … never mind?” Donghae winced.
Changmin laughed. “For a friend of Jaejoong, sure.”
“Wow, really?”
Changmin nodded.
“Yeah, but hurry,” I said. “We’re going out.”
“You weren’t in a hurry to leave two minutes ago,” Donghae said with a grin and a wink. “Be right back.”
Changmin rolled his eyes and turned back to me. “Good friend?”
“Yeah. He lives down the hall. He’s unfortunately straight, except when it comes to you.”
Changmin chuckled. “I get that a lot.”
Donghae came back, clutching Changmin’s latest CD. “Thank you so much. I … god, if you’re dating Jaejoong, I may have to be home more, just in case.”
“So you can listen through my walls and jerk off to the noises,” I said.
Donghae laughed and slugged my shoulder. “I do that anyway.” He winked at me and I shook my head.
“Just come out, Hae. Life would be easier.”
“And my girlfriend would blame herself.”
“Well, don’t fight it.”
Changmin signed the CD and shook Donghae’s hand.
“What are you two doing today?” Donghae asked.
“It’s a secret,” I said. “I’ve been given control of our day.”
Donghae whistled. “You’re a braver man than I am, Changmin.”
I slugged him. He laughed as we said our goodbyes.
Outside the door, I flagged down a taxi. I gave the taxi an address, and he took us to the CD store where HyunJoong worked. The taxi driver refused to take money and asked Changmin for an autograph for his daughter, which Changmin willingly gave him, even personalizing it. I felt awkward, but Changmin smiled and wished him well and paid him anyway.
At my questioning look, he shrugged. “You get used to it.”
I opened the door to the store and Changmin stepped in. A collective gasp went through the store and someone dropped a CD. Cheeks still red, I went up to the counter. Hyunjoong looked past me, eyes wide, mouth open. I snapped my fingers in front of his face. He blinked slowly and glanced at me before looking back at Changmin.
“Hey, Jaejoong.”
I grabbed his chin. “Stop staring or I won’t introduce you.” I flung his face away and turned to Changmin. There were a couple girls near the front door who had death grips on their bags. One looked close to fainting.
“This is Shim Changmin.”
Hyunjoong couldn’t form a coherent response, but he bowed and then after a few moments, I rolled my eyes and said, “Hyun, is there an empty booth for us to use?”
“Probably not, but I can make one empty.”
I sighed. “Don’t, we’ll wait.”
“No, no,” he said, eyes on Changmin. “I’ll … um, I’ll go check and kick someone out of his room.”
“Hyun-“ I started, but he went off to the side of the store. I turned to Changmin. He was smirking. “What are you being so smug about?”
“Perks of being famous. He’s going to go kick them out of their room for me.”
“You’re an arrogant bastard,” I said and crossed my arms.
He laughed, and the girls by the door swooned. “I’m thankful for what I have, Jaejoong. But I take advantage of it, too.” He turned and smiled at the girls and they held onto each other as one of them almost collapsed.
A young couple, looking utterly pissed off came out into the main part of the store, but then the girl caught sight of Changmin, and she squeeeeeeed as only fangirls can. Changmin immediately moved to her, bowing over her hand. I didn’t hear what he said, but then he bowed to the guy and signed her CD.
“Fuck, Jaejoong,” Hyun said in my ear. “I think I might be gay now.”
I rolled my eyes. “Shut up and give me the key.”
“You know I can’t-”
“Give me the key.” I held my hand out for it. “You are not going to come in and interrupt us.”
He pouted, but held out the key to the room. “Don’t have sex in there.”
“I’m not stupid. I know there are cameras.”
Changmin smiled at me, and then I motioned him ahead of me and down the hall to the karaoke rooms. I opened the door labeled, “the Shim Changmin room” and let him in.
He stepped through and chuckled. “Wow. No wonder he said this was my room.”
There was a large picture from every one of Changmin’s album covers (including the repackaged ones) around the walls.
“I was going to tell him to give us another one, but you’re egotistical enough, thought you might like it.”
Changmin laughed. “You’re such a dick.”
“Probably why we get along. Now, sing for me.”
Changmin waved at me in dismissal. He walked around the room, looking at all the pictures. He tapped one with the back of his knuckles. It was from his third album, and he was only about fifteen. “I hate that hair cut,” he said.
I laughed. “Yeah, you don’t look good with corn rows.”
He looked at me, eyebrow raised.
“Fine,” I said. “You look good, the hair is bad.”
“Thank you.”
“That CD is what started my … “
“Call it an obsession, you know it is.”
“Okay, fine. It started my obsession with you.”
Changmin still had the marker HyunJoong had given him. He moved from picture to picture and signed his name on all of them, leaving uplifting comments to the people singing in the room.
I read a few of them. “Keep practicing! Being a star takes a lot of work! Work hard! Fighting!”
“You know,” I said as I contemplated him from across the small room. “You’re not as big as an asshole as you think you are.”
Changmin smirked. “Caught on, did you? Well done.”
“Oh, you’re still an asshole, just a small one.”
Changmin shook his head. “So are you going to sing? Or did you bring me to this room to feed my ego?”
“Both,” I said. “Are you done wallowing in your fame?”
Changmin laughed. “Yes.”
I flopped down on a couch and picked up a microphone. Changmin sat next to me and draped his arm over the back of the couch. “You come here often, baby?” he said in a greasy voice.
I shoved him. “Yes. I like to sing.”
“You’re attractive enough. Why aren’t you a pop star?”
“I said I like to sing, not that I’m good at it.”
I pulled up my favorite song of his and handed him the microphone. “Come on, Mister Super Star. Let’s see if you can get a perfect score.”
@*@*@*@*@
Once again I found myself outside my apartment door, pushed against the wall, Changmin’s hands on my waist, his tongue in my mouth.
“Inside,” I gasped, “fuck, inside.”
“What if I want to make you come in the hallway?”
I groaned and my head fell back to the wall. His lips moved to my neck. His hand unbuttoned my jeans.
“Fuck, Min, don’t-” I whimpered as he grabbed my trapped cock.
“I want to, right here, spin you around and fuck you in this hallway. Or lift you up and have you wrap your legs around me while I pound you into the wall.”
My knees went weak and I moaned when his hand hit skin. He stroked me a few times, and then with a panicked whimper, I thrust into him. He wasn’t expecting it and stepped far enough back that I was able to turn around. Faster than I ever had before, I unlocked the door and we tumbled inside. The door slammed.
I kicked off my shoes while I pushed my jeans and boxers down. My shirt ripped as I pulled it off.
Our lips met, and my back met the door. I tried to undo his pants.
“Hang mnghd-“ I kissed him, and he tried to say my name. His hands ran up my neck and tangled in my hair. He yanked my head back, and I gasped. He smirked, and licked my open mouth.
“Hang on,” he said. One hand still in my hair, he put his hand in his pants pocket. He lifted his hand and dangled the wrapped-condom in my face. “Hold this, would you, Pretty Jae?” He put the condom and a packet of lube in my mouth.
I moaned around them. He released me and pushed his jeans down his hips. Before I could move, he pinned me to the door with his leg, smashing my aching erection. I whimpered.
He took the condom and tore the package open. I shivered when the back of his knuckles caressed my stomach as he rolled the condom on.
“Thanks,” he said as he took the lube packet from my mouth. He let his fingers trace over my lips. I licked them with a moan.
He ripped the lube open and covered his cock, fingers touching my stomach again.
“Changmin, please, god.” He gripped my cock with his slick fingers. My eyes shut as the world swam and then shifted, and my back slammed against the door again, higher. My legs wrapped around his waist with little thought. He used the door to steady me and then shoved two fingers into my body. I moaned, pushing down on them as much as I could. Changmin growled, and it vibrated down my body. He jerked his arm, and my leg bent, my knee hooking over his shoulder. His fingers went deeper as he twisted them.
“Not … fuck, not … contortionist,” I said.
He laughed.
His cock prodded my entrance. With a little shift and a jerk of his hips, he slid into my body.
“Fuck!” It wasn’t comfortable and he couldn’t fuck me deep, but god, the stretch was amazing. My head thunked on the door. He adjusted, pulling me away from the wall a few inches. I gripped his arms for support as his hips moved faster. “Not. Ow, Changmin.”
“And here I thought you liked pain with sex.”
“Yeah, but not …”
He pulled us away from the wall, and I had a moment to put my feet on the floor, before he tripped over a shoe and we both fell. I landed on top of him with a moan, rocking my hips. He looked dazed, and so I reached behind me, lifted his cock and sat on it.
“Much better,” I said as I took him all at once.
He moaned and jerked his hips up. “Yes. Much better.”
I put my hands on his chest and rode him. He settled his hand on my hips, trying to get his legs under him, but they were still tangled in his jeans. We spent the day teasing each other. Light touches, looks, veiled sexual innuendos. We couldn’t make out in the karaoke room, and spent five minutes groping each other in the bathroom at the restaurant where we had lunch. He wanted to go to a movie, but by five, I was so wired with lust that I told him I had to go home first.
Of course, he knew what I meant. Fucker had me half hard all day.
His hand wrapped around my cock. I threw my head back with a gasp, and only a few thrust later, I came, covering his white t-shirt in wet splotches.
“Sorry,” I gasped when he mad a face at the mess.
He smiled. “Easy clean up. Now get off me.”
I whined when he pushed me away. I couldn’t get my breath back, and his hands gripped my ass, spread me open and then his cock was in my body again. I moaned, lowered my head to my arms, ass in the air, while he fucked me.
“God, Jaejoong, you’re gorgeous. And such a fucking eager whore.”
A hand landed sharply on my ass. I whined and pushed back against his body. He spanked me again.
“I want to see your body covered in come. Do you want that? Do you want me to come all over you?”
“Please,” I gasped. I pushed up to hands, pulling a grunt from his throat as he readjusted to the angle. I thrust back, fucking myself on his cock while he continued to spank me.
“Fuck, J-Jae.”
His cock left me quickly, something snapped, and then warm come covered my back. I arched into it with a moan as the splatters landed high on my shoulders.
“Yep. You look pretty covered in come. Let’s go.” His hand tangled in my hair and he walked. I had to crawl to keep up with him, pain lacing through my head if I didn’t.
“Fucking bastard,” I muttered when he twisted his hand on purpose.
Changmin looked down at me and grinned. “Tell me to stop,” he said.
I licked my lips and looked away, following him serenely to my bedroom. He left me in the middle of the floor. I didn’t like submissive play that much, but it was okay for a moment. Changmin pulled the t-shirt over his head and then used it to clean off my back.
“Good boy,” he said and slapped my ass.
“Fucker,” I said and, without his permission, crawled onto my bed.
“Condoms?”
“Top desk drawer,” I replied. I settled on my stomach, a pillow clutched in my arms and under my head. The bed dipped behind him, and his heat covered me. He kissed that spot below my ear.
“Should we talk now?”
“About what?” I asked.
“This.”
I opened an eye to look at him. “Okay. What is this?”
“I don’t know. I can’t promise you anything.”
A tiny piece of my heart died, but I knew it was true. He was too busy, and he was never around. Now was a fluke, but as soon as he started promotions next week, he wasn’t going to have any time to himself. He kissed the side of my pout.
“I haven’t asked for anything, have I?” I said.
He propped up on an elbow and smiled. “Well, there was something about love and romance and tenderness.”
“True.”
“But?”
I shrugged. “Friends?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, then fuck me again.”
He laughed. “Eager slut,” he said and slapped my ass again. “Come and suck on my cock.” He rolled on his back and I climbed over him. I sat on his lap and rocked my hips against his erection while our lips met in a messy kiss.
“I said, suck my cock,” he said.
“Give me a minute,” I whispered and kissed down his neck. “I haven’t had a chance to worship my favorite Kpop idol, so shut up and let me play with you.”
He chuckled and put his hand behind his head. “Play away, my Pretty Jae.”
I bit his chest, smiling at his hiss. I’d already gotten one reprimand about marking up his skin, so I kept the biting light, enough to drive him crazy, and it wasn’t long before his hands were tangled in my hair again. I sucked on his abs, hands gripped around his hip bones.
“Your body is amazing,” I whispered, lips on his skin.
“Like you said, kill yourself to get a body like this. I feel bad that I haven’t been to the gym today.”
“I’ll give you a workout if you want it.”
“Yes. I want it.”
I licked the head of his cock. I thought about teasing him more, but I really just wanted to suck on him. I lifted his cock away from his body and slipped half of him down my throat. He moaned, hips flexing, but not rising. I looked up at him. His eyes were barely open, watching me. Rolling him around my mouth, I took more of him, lowering my head a centimeter at a time, not pulling up, swallowing more. He moaned and his cock twitched, pumping my mouth full of precome.
“Your mouth looks hot around my cock, Pretty Whore.”
I let his cock fall away and looked at him as he groaned. “If I am such a whore, shouldn’t you be fucking my throat instead of complimenting me?”
I sucked his cock back into my mouth. He smirked. His hand twisted in my hair, he bent his knees to brace himself and then lifted his hips. After two slow trips to the depths of my throat, he thrust up quickly, violently, pulling my head down as he thrust up. My eyes shut at the speed, moaning when he wasn’t pressed into my throat.
Yes, I wanted love and tenderness, but at that moment, I wanted the head of his cock imprinted on the back of my throat. My lips ached, my throat almost burned, and I was drooling, leaving a wet mess on his skin and in the hair around his cock. Breathing was relegated to only a necessity, and my head went light a few times while he fucked my throat.
“Wow,” he gasped and then pulled me completely off his cock. I fell to the side and sucked in heavy breaths. He rolled over and pinned me to the bed, stealing my breath with his mouth this time. His cock was hard and wet against my hip. I arched into his body, the precome from my cock sliding on his skin. He wrapped his hand lightly around me and stroked.
I moaned and broke from his lips. “Fuck me, Changmin, please.”
“Soon, my Pretty Jae. Soon. Let me kiss you.”
I whimpered as he kissed me. My brain was too blown with lust to really care what he did to me. The light hold on my cock was maddening. Just when I thought I knew how Changmin kissed, memorized his lips and his tongue, he switched it up. He went from soft to demanding, and then back, messy and obscene, to tender and needy. I could not stop whimpering. I needed him, so much.
“Please, Min, please. I need you. Please.”
He pulled away from my lips for just a moment to smile down at me. He twisted in my vision, the room swam and bowed. With a minor adjustment, he lifted my leg over his hip. His finger traced the curve of my ass. I begged for it, begged with incoherent words and pleadings.
I almost came when he pushed his finger into my body.
“I don’t need prep, damn it,” I said through my gasps. “You just fucked me. Do it again.”
He cut me off with his lips and his finger twirled inside my body, hooking pulling at my walls. Teasing suddenly with two fingers.
“Please, please,” I said, head thrashing. “I want to come with you fucking me, please. Changmin.” I sighed when he removed his fingers. He moved again, gripped my knees, and I eagerly lifted my legs, spreading them wide. A condom wrapper crinkled and it made me moan. “Hurry, hurry, hurry.”
The blunt head of his cock pushed into me, and then it didn’t stop. My body sucked him all the way. I wrapped my leg around his hip and yanked him forward, just in case he was planning on pulling out.
He fell over me, hands by my head. He rocked his hips, so his cock didn’t leave me, but pushed deeper.
I moaned, and he echoed it before kissing me again. Both of my legs wrapped around his lower back. He moved slowly, nothing like we’d done before. I wanted him to speed up, but I wanted this to last forever. Our bodies molded, our movements in synch. Time disappeared, manifested by the sweat on our skin and the desperate ache in our bodies. I whispered his name, over and over. I whined when he ruined our rhythm, but cried out when his hand wrapped around my cock. He stroked me, double time to his thrusts. I dug my nails into his shoulders as the pleasure that had been building tore through me, waving, twisted. He fucked me harder, whispering my name into the skin of my neck.
“Fuck, Min. faster.”
Changmin grunted, but sped up, both his hand and his thrusts. The pleasure coiled and twisted and waved. My bedroom ceiling twisted and bursts of gray and color dotted everything as my orgasm approached. I rocked my hips, meeting his erratic thrusts. He bit down, marking my neck as his body shuddered and lost control. His hand faltered and quickly I pushed him away and stroked myself while his movements slowed. It didn’t take long for me to moan as spasms wracked my body and come shot between us, arching high enough to land on his stomach.
He waited a few breaths and then let his elbows bend. He kissed me, sweaty hair falling onto my cheeks and neck.
“You are absolutely amazing,” I breathed.
“I know. So what are you making for dinner?”
I shoved him. He laughed and kissed me deeply. “Thanks, Pretty Jae. Today has been really fun.”
“Yeah.”
He carefully pulled out of my body. I curled up to him, his arms went around my shoulders. I was almost asleep when he moved. I clutched at him.
“Let’s go take a shower,” he said.
I was too tired for a shower, but I let him pull me up. The warmth and his attention to my body from the shower exhausted me even more. He didn’t protest when I refused to let him dress and I pouted until he curled up in bed next to me.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I said.
“True. But I need to check my phone messages.”
“Later,” I said. “What if one of them is really important and demanding that you go right now, then what? I would be out of a nap and I want a nap.”
“Demanding. Arrogant and beautiful. I like you more and more.”
“Shut up.”
We slept until night fell. I woke up when he moved out from under me. I watched him in the dim light, move through the room and out the bedroom door. I knew I couldn’t make him stay longer if he had to go. I pouted at no one, and once again, it was my own fault for letting him so close so soon. But how close was he? It’s like he said, he hadn’t made me any promises. I didn’t want him to make me any promises.
I got out of bed and threw on a pair of sweat pants. My stomach rumbled, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since lunch. Changmin’s voice filtered into my brain, but it sounded tired and upset. I was almost done with chapjae when he finally came into the kitchen.
“I have to go,” he whispered and kissed my cheek.
“After dinner?”
“Can I take it to go?”
I turned in his arms and frowned. “Fine. When can I see you again?”
He shrugged. “I’ll call you.”
“That sounds like a ‘don’t call me, I’ll call you’ sort of break up.”
“Break up?”
“You know what I mean. A refusal.”
Changmin sighed. “I’m sorry, Jaejoong, but starting tomorrow I’m not going to have time to jerk off, let alone come over here and fuck you until you can’t think straight. I’ll call you. And if we’re lucky then our schedules will align and I’ll get to come over for a few hours.”
“Shim Changmin’s booty call. Great.”
“Hey. There are worse occupations in life.”
I laughed. “Not many. Give me five minutes and this food will be done.”
“Can I kiss you for those five minutes?”
“Yes.”
We kissed for ten, and he left with slightly soggy chapjae. My lips tingled when he kissed me good bye.
A few minutes later, I got a text message.
unknown Oh, and there’s always phone sex. Call me in about a half hour if you’re up for it.
I laughed.
PrettyJae I’m already up for it.
Yeah, being Shim Changmin’s booty call wasn’t going to be a problem for me at all.
Part 1: Shim Changmin looked at me
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