Skin Your'e In 4/?
Title: Skin You're In 4/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaehwa (Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Heechul, past Yunho/Jaehwa)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to play with.
Summary: Jaehwa is one of the prettiest girls Yoochun has ever met. Yoochun isn't sure how to react when he finds out that Jaehwa is a girl in her mind, but she has the body of a man. Does that change who she is?
Warnings: Transgender!Jaejoong
A/N: Before you start reading, I suggest you familiarize yourself with Gender Identity Disorder. I personally think calling it a disorder is bullshit. There is a lot of controversy over this topic.
If you have questions, or you want to discuss this topic with others, go here: http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/40030.html (you have to be a member of the community, go here to join http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/)
A/N Part 2: This fic is dedicated to willowwing because she has gone to great lengths to make her most recent fic realistic, and I hope that I have taken this topic and done the same. And she loves JaeChun, so it's a JaeChun.
Part 4: The Date
Yoochun waited until he got his clean bill of health before trying to find the courage to tell Jaehwa he loved her. He’d never been in love before; he was terrified of losing everything by confessing. It didn’t help that he still flinched or moved when Jaehwa pressed her body against him. Or she withdrew when their moments together seemed to get too steamy.
But she never said anything, and that frustrated Yoochun more than the sexual frustrations of being left wanting. And when Yoochun tried to talk, she would turn away or leave the room. He knew he loved her, but would love be enough to overcome the physical distance between them?
It also didn’t help that they were both swamped with final projects and final exams. They studied together at the library, because studying anywhere else usually ended up in them making out.
Yoochun should have been focusing on statistics, but his brain and thoughts were on the girl next to him. She was wearing a short fluffy skirt in pale blue and black leggings shoved into combat boots. She wore her favorite army jacket over a bright purple shirt. She had her hair down, and every time she moved to write, it fell in her way. She flipped it back with an annoyed huff.
“I hate it when I don’t have a ponytail holder,” she muttered and gathered her hair and twisted it. “Can I have your pen?”
“Why?”
“You’re not using it and I need it.”
Confused, Yoochun handed it over. She pushed it into the makeshift bun on her head and twisted it again and then again. She released her hair, shook her head and smiled widely when the impromptu hair style stayed in place. A small piece fell and brushed her neck.
That smile was Yoochun’s undoing. He snapped his book closed, shifted his chair closer, and wrapped his leg around hers. He moved the wayward piece of hair, running his fingers up and down her neck. She smiled, and tilted her head to the side to make it easier for him to touch her skin.
And just like that, it was so easy.
“I love you,” Yoochun whispered.
Jaehwa froze for a moment and then focused on her textbook.
“I do,” Yoochun said, still quietly. They weren’t exactly alone in the library, and he had to whisper.
“Why?”
“Why do I love you?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know. Why do I smile whenever I walk into a room and see you? Why does my heart beat faster when you smile back at me? I’ve been in love with you for a long time, but so scared to tell you. But I guess, well, I guess I’m not scared anymore, because you smile when I walk into a room, and your breath still catches when I touch your neck, and-”
She smiled, turned her head, and shut Yoochun up with a kiss. “You’re so corny.”
Yoochun smiled back and ran their cheeks together. With lips against her ear, he said, “I love you.”
This time, he felt the puff of air on his skin, and then her lips moved against his cheek. “I love you.” She turned her head and they kissed again, a little stronger, but restrained, aware of their location.
“Go get me coffee,” she said, pulling away.
Yoochun’s head felt loopy and he grinned, hand against her cheek. “You can’t stay awake with only my love and kisses?”
“I can,” she said. “But not in the library, and certainly not with this many clothes on.”
Yoochun’s breath caught and he watched as Jaehwa’s lips curled in a smirk. It was the first time she had ever said anything that alluded to sex. With a chuckle, Yoochun got up and kissed her cheek and went to go get her a coffee.
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March 2012
“Well?” Jaehwa demanded and turned in a circle.
Yoochun gaped.
Jaehwa wore a little black dress. The hem hit at her mid thigh, the neckline plunged low. It had cap sleeves, and a bow in the back. And she was in black heels that had a tie wrapped up her calf. He barely noticed the small black purse in her hand.
“Fuck,” Yoochun finally muttered.
Jaehwa laughed and moved to him. Her hair was pulled up in curls and pins that glittered. “Junsu tattled and told me that you bought me something sparkly. Show me.”
Yoochun swallowed and reached into his suit jacket for the jewelry box. “I feel like this is a cliché moment from one of your chick flicks.”
“Yeah, but the guy usually doesn’t have an erection,” she mused and grabbed his crotch.
Yoochun hissed and then moaned as Jaehwa kissed him. The jewelry box landed with a thunk. He wrapped his arms around her waist, almost lifting her as they kissed deeply. Her hand stayed attached to his dick, squeezing, but never stroking.
“God, you’re sexy,” Yoochun whispered.
Jaehwa laughed and pressed their foreheads together. “So are you.”
“Skip dinner?”
“No. I spent a lot of time looking pretty for this dinner.”
“I doubt that,” Yoochun said, kissing her between words. “You’re always pretty.”
“Such a guy.” Her hands slipped into Yoochun’s suit jacket just as her hips twisted dangerously over his crotch.
Yoochun’s knees shook and he moaned, cock pulsing in his pants.
“Such a guy,” she repeated, lips brushing his. “So easy to turn into a pile of goo at my fingertips.”
“Keep it up and I’ll definitely give you a pile of goo at your fingertips.”
Jaehwa laughed and pulled away from him. She smacked him with her purse. “Come on. You can undress me when we get back from dinner.” She moved away, bent over in that tiny dress and flashed Yoochun the back of her thighs. His mouth went dry and he whimpered as she straightened up, the jewelry box in her hands. She opened it and her lips spread in a wide smile.
“Oh, Chunnie-ah, it’s gorgeous.” She picked up the chain of silver. The pendant was rectangular with five diamonds glittering up at her. She dropped the box and reached behind her neck to clasp it. The pendant fell in that dip right between her collarbones. “Does it look okay?”
Yoochun couldn’t even look at the necklace. He nodded. “Perfect.”
Her cheeks went pink and then she smiled, covering her mouth. “Come on. We’ll miss our reservation.”
Yoochun smiled and turned toward the door. There was a nice, long dark blue jacket hanging there, and he took it off the hook. It was suede. “Is this new?”
“No. You just haven’t taken me anywhere worthy of its expensiveness.”
“I’m not treating you right at all, am I?”
Jaehwa smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You do better than you realize.”
Yoochun held the coat out for her and she slipped it over her shoulders. She shut off all the lights but the entry way and locked the door behind her. Yoochun offered his arm and he escorted her down the stairs.
“Be prepared for another cliché moment,” he said.
“What-“ She caught sight of the limo waiting for them and squealed and danced in her heels on the tile floor. “Oh my god, I love you!” She threw her arms around his neck. “I’ve never been in a limo.”
“I know.”
Jaehwa pulled back and frowned. “This is too expensive.”
“I know it’s cliché to say that nothing is too expensive for you, but …” He smiled at her pout and touched a finger to her nose. “I’ve been saving for this, okay? It’s a special occasion.”
“Most couples celebrate their one year anniversary of their first date. Not of their first meeting.”
“I know, but the day I met the most beautiful angel on Earth should be celebrated.”
Jaehwa smiled and after one more kiss flew across the lobby and out the door. Yoochun followed, smiling as Jaehwa grinned at the limo driver and he checked out her ass when she climbed in. Yoochun held back his laughter and wondered how the driver would react to her secret.
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They drank champagne and ate expensive food and a really expensive piece of chocolate cake. The night put a serious dent in Yoochun’s bank account, but the only thing he focused on was Jaehwa’s smile and laughter and happiness. And the looks she kept getting from other guys.
“Tiger shark at two oh clock keeps looking at you,” Yoochun whispered, lips close to hers.
She grinned. “Barracuda at twelve oh clock is about to get him some. Which do you think I care about?”
Yoochun grinned. “What about this poor little guppy who is trying to get your attention?” He pecked her lips.
“Guppy?” She snorted and licked her lips. “That most definitely wasn’t a guppy I was groping earlier. Come on. Let’s get out of here before we give these patrons a show.”
Yoochun’s smile widened. He stood up, glad that he wasn’t hard. Yet. These thin pants didn’t leave much to the imagination. He held out his hand and Jaehwa took it, letting him pull her to her feet. He again held her jacket for her and with a hand at her back, led her from the restaurant. More than one pair of eyes followed them out. The limo was waiting for them, and they climbed in. Yoochun relaxed, leaning against Jaehwa as it drove toward her apartment.
“Junsu isn’t home, right?” Yoochun whispered, lips against her exposed neck.
She shook her head. “He’s out with Changmin.”
“Again? God, that dongsaeng of mine never tells me anything.”
Jaehwa laughed. “They like each other a lot.”
“Crazy if you ask me. I don’t see how anyone can date Changmin.”
The limo pulled up to Jaehwa’s building, and Yoochun followed her out. He tipped the driver really well (what’s a few more thousand won?) and followed Jaehwa inside. His nerves jumped with every step, his breath shortened. Jaehwa’s hand shook as she unlocked the door.
The apartment was still dimly lit. Jaehwa removed her coat, and Yoochun took off his suit jacket. Her high heels clunked to the tile. The necklace caught the light and sparkled. Yoochun touched it lightly, his other arm snaking around her waist.
“Are you sure, love?” Yoochun whispered just before their lips met.
Jaehwa said nothing but put her arms around Yoochun’s waist and walked backwards toward her bedroom. She peppered his face with kisses. He cupped her ass, fingers hitting skin as the short dress bunched up. Jaehwa smiled at his moan, and then turned in his arms. She opened her bedroom door and led him inside by the hand. She left him in the middle of the dark room, and moved to the dresser to turn on a lamp.
She kept her back to him and carefully removed the necklace. After, she reached behind her to the zipper. Her hands were still shaking, and Yoochun stepped into her, lips against her neck and took over. The teeth of the zipper echoed slowly through the room. Jaehwa shifted her arms out of the sleeves and then pushed the loose dress off her hips.
Yoochun was surprised at the black strapless bra wrapped around her body and his fingers were quick to unhook it.
Jaehwa shivered against him. She turned and their lips met. They both tried to unbutton Yoochun’s shirt, and Yoochun gave up and settled his hands on her naked waist while she slowly undressed him. He was so hard, mind running with too many thoughts. She pulled him to the bed and pressed his shoulders. He reluctantly gave up access to her lips and sat down. She leaned over him, fingers quick to unclasp his pants. She spread them open and Yoochun’s brain caught up with his thoughts and he cupped her cheeks.
“Slow it down, love.”
She smiled and shook her head. She dropped between his legs and shoved a hand into his boxers. Yoochun moaned, cock twitching and ready to explode in seconds. He leaned back on his hands, hips lifting, and Jaehwa yanked his pants and boxers down. Her hand was replaced with her lips and Yoochun gripped her hair tightly, crying out as his hips rose. Jaehwa hummed against the shaft of his erection and then ran her tongue up to the crown.
“Fuck, Jae, Jae, I’m-stop, or I’ll-“
Her fingers curled around his balls and her mouth tightened around the pliant head of his dick and Yoochun gasped and whimpered. His orgasm shot through him. She gagged on the first spurt of come and then took more of his length as he released the rest inside her mouth. She sucked him hard one last time and then crawled up his body, lips and teeth leaving imprints up his body.
Yoochun hovered between coherency and holy-fuck-ery. He tried to be embarrassed for how fast he came, but no sex for more than a year was a pretty good excuse.
Their lips touched and Yoochun wrapped his arms around her body, yanking her on top of him. He struggled to kick off his clothes where they caught on his feet, managing on the third try. He still had his socks on and felt stupid.
With hands on Jaehwa’s hips, he lifted her up and practically tossed her onto the bed. He sat up, pulled his socks off and then turned around. He froze at the beautiful sight of Jaehwa laid out for him, head propped up on a pillow. Her pale skin almost glowed in the light. Her nipples were a dusky pink, and her waist so tiny. She still wore a pair of black boyshorts, but they were tight, and didn’t hide much.
Yoochun remembered Yunho’s advice though and didn’t stare, even thought he was beyond curious. Her chest rose and fell with panicked breaths. And Yoochun knew that was the first order of business: calm her down.
He kneeled at the end of the bed and lifted her foot. Carefully, he ran his hand up her calf muscle and his lips molded around her ankle. She shivered, gasping his name as his hand slid down her inner thigh. He stopped at the hem of the shorts and then ran his hand the other way. Shuffling closer, he hooked that leg around his hip, and then reached for the other. It received the same treatment and ended up in the same place. He let his eyes rove over her body once and then fell forward, hands on either side of her head. Normally, he’d grind his hips down, but he kept them still.
“Are you okay, beautiful?” he whispered.
She nodded frantically, but her eyes still looked panicked.
Yoochun kissed her nose.
She jerked in surprise, and then laughed. He did it again, and then rubbed their noses together. Her hands encircled his back and she tilted her head up for a kiss. He very willingly gave it to her, and he kissed her until she relaxed.
“Thank you,” she whispered against his lips, and Yoochun smiled. There was no need to say anything else.
Yoochun slowed the kiss down, pressing a tongue against hers but not forcing it into her mouth. He nibbled on her lips, because she loved that. And then pressed their foreheads together.
“I love you,” he whispered.
She smiled and kissed his nose. “I love you, too.”
They kissed again, and again, and Yoochun did his best not to whimper when Jaehwa shoved him to the side. He fell with an oof, and barely had time to catch his breath before she was straddling his lap. His eyes dropped to the black shorts only once and then he propped up on a hand. He used the other to twist a nipple between his fingers. She tilted her head back, mouth open in a gasp, eyes shut.
Yoochun wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her forward until his mouth replaced his fingers. He licked at her nipple and cupped the other in his hand. She had a tiny curve of a breast, enough for Yoochun to focus his attention on it. He felt the hump of an erection on his stomach, but said nothing, just transferred whatever panic started to rise into the actions of his mouth, and he sucked and bit down on her nipple a little harder. Her hips canted forward with a moan.
“You like that?” he whispered, rolling his eyes up to meet her gaze.
She nodded, eyes blown with lust, and gasped when he moved his mouth to the other nipple. He bathed them in attention, back and forth, bringing her closer and closer to him. Her front kept moving, pressing against him. Testing, he dropped his hand from her back to her ass, squeezing lightly. She whimpered and her tiny thrusts sped up. He curled his fingers around the curve of her ass, fingers sliding on the smooth panties. She gasped, panting as Yoochun covered her chest in red splotches. Fingers grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. Her body shuddered and she slammed their lips together, whimpering and shaking in his arms. It seemed like Yoochun wasn’t the only one quick to come.
Yoochun was ready to hold her tightly, pull their bodies flush, but she jerked away suddenly, turning away completely. Her back rose and fell. Yoochun ran his hand over her skin.
“Love?”
She shook her head, trying to control her breathing. Yoochun kissed her shoulder.
“Don’t move,” she said. “Please.”
Yoochun nodded. “I won’t.”
She slipped out from under his arm and off the bed, back facing him. Her skin was a beautiful shade of pink. She hooked her fingers in the panties and pushed them over her hips, revealing a pale ass. His gaze went to the panties, and he swallowed seeing a familiar white stain.
In the next moment, she was across the room, dousing the light. Yoochun blinked against the sudden darkness. Her shadow moved to her dresser, clothes rustled, and then the bed dipped.
Yoochun was so confused, and his dick was still so hard. Jaehwa settled against him, breathing fast. She was expecting … something … She was probably expecting him to leave. He wanted to reassure her, but didn’t know how with words.
Yoochun found her face in the dark with his hands. He leaned down, missed her lips the first time, but moved over and kissed her gently. “Too much?” he whispered.
Jaehwa shook her head, dark hair falling over his chest. “Just … just … I don’t know. It’s e-e-embarrassing.”
Yoochun smiled in the dark and rubbed their noses together. “Really? I thought it was hot.”
She snorted.
“What? I did.” His hand trailed down her spine. He frowned when he hit sweatpants, but instead of going over them, he went under them and cupped her bare ass. “You’re sexy. And god, you’re beautiful when you come, your body taut and skin shivering. Amazing.”
She buried her face in his chest and shook her head.
Yoochun decided to leave it. He kissed her forehead, but instead of moving his hand, he kept it right on her ass and squeezed lightly. He let his other hand run through her long hair. His eyes shut and he took deep breaths to calm himself down. When shaking lips pressed against his collarbone, he smiled and whispered, “I love you,” again.
Jaehwa took another deep breath, and whispered her reply into his skin.
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Part 5: The Setback
Part 3: The Wait
Part 2: The Talk
Part 1: The Secret
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaehwa (Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Heechul, past Yunho/Jaehwa)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to play with.
Summary: Jaehwa is one of the prettiest girls Yoochun has ever met. Yoochun isn't sure how to react when he finds out that Jaehwa is a girl in her mind, but she has the body of a man. Does that change who she is?
Warnings: Transgender!Jaejoong
A/N: Before you start reading, I suggest you familiarize yourself with Gender Identity Disorder. I personally think calling it a disorder is bullshit. There is a lot of controversy over this topic.
If you have questions, or you want to discuss this topic with others, go here: http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/40030.html (you have to be a member of the community, go here to join http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/)
A/N Part 2: This fic is dedicated to willowwing because she has gone to great lengths to make her most recent fic realistic, and I hope that I have taken this topic and done the same. And she loves JaeChun, so it's a JaeChun.
Part 4: The Date
Yoochun waited until he got his clean bill of health before trying to find the courage to tell Jaehwa he loved her. He’d never been in love before; he was terrified of losing everything by confessing. It didn’t help that he still flinched or moved when Jaehwa pressed her body against him. Or she withdrew when their moments together seemed to get too steamy.
But she never said anything, and that frustrated Yoochun more than the sexual frustrations of being left wanting. And when Yoochun tried to talk, she would turn away or leave the room. He knew he loved her, but would love be enough to overcome the physical distance between them?
It also didn’t help that they were both swamped with final projects and final exams. They studied together at the library, because studying anywhere else usually ended up in them making out.
Yoochun should have been focusing on statistics, but his brain and thoughts were on the girl next to him. She was wearing a short fluffy skirt in pale blue and black leggings shoved into combat boots. She wore her favorite army jacket over a bright purple shirt. She had her hair down, and every time she moved to write, it fell in her way. She flipped it back with an annoyed huff.
“I hate it when I don’t have a ponytail holder,” she muttered and gathered her hair and twisted it. “Can I have your pen?”
“Why?”
“You’re not using it and I need it.”
Confused, Yoochun handed it over. She pushed it into the makeshift bun on her head and twisted it again and then again. She released her hair, shook her head and smiled widely when the impromptu hair style stayed in place. A small piece fell and brushed her neck.
That smile was Yoochun’s undoing. He snapped his book closed, shifted his chair closer, and wrapped his leg around hers. He moved the wayward piece of hair, running his fingers up and down her neck. She smiled, and tilted her head to the side to make it easier for him to touch her skin.
And just like that, it was so easy.
“I love you,” Yoochun whispered.
Jaehwa froze for a moment and then focused on her textbook.
“I do,” Yoochun said, still quietly. They weren’t exactly alone in the library, and he had to whisper.
“Why?”
“Why do I love you?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know. Why do I smile whenever I walk into a room and see you? Why does my heart beat faster when you smile back at me? I’ve been in love with you for a long time, but so scared to tell you. But I guess, well, I guess I’m not scared anymore, because you smile when I walk into a room, and your breath still catches when I touch your neck, and-”
She smiled, turned her head, and shut Yoochun up with a kiss. “You’re so corny.”
Yoochun smiled back and ran their cheeks together. With lips against her ear, he said, “I love you.”
This time, he felt the puff of air on his skin, and then her lips moved against his cheek. “I love you.” She turned her head and they kissed again, a little stronger, but restrained, aware of their location.
“Go get me coffee,” she said, pulling away.
Yoochun’s head felt loopy and he grinned, hand against her cheek. “You can’t stay awake with only my love and kisses?”
“I can,” she said. “But not in the library, and certainly not with this many clothes on.”
Yoochun’s breath caught and he watched as Jaehwa’s lips curled in a smirk. It was the first time she had ever said anything that alluded to sex. With a chuckle, Yoochun got up and kissed her cheek and went to go get her a coffee.
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March 2012
“Well?” Jaehwa demanded and turned in a circle.
Yoochun gaped.
Jaehwa wore a little black dress. The hem hit at her mid thigh, the neckline plunged low. It had cap sleeves, and a bow in the back. And she was in black heels that had a tie wrapped up her calf. He barely noticed the small black purse in her hand.
“Fuck,” Yoochun finally muttered.
Jaehwa laughed and moved to him. Her hair was pulled up in curls and pins that glittered. “Junsu tattled and told me that you bought me something sparkly. Show me.”
Yoochun swallowed and reached into his suit jacket for the jewelry box. “I feel like this is a cliché moment from one of your chick flicks.”
“Yeah, but the guy usually doesn’t have an erection,” she mused and grabbed his crotch.
Yoochun hissed and then moaned as Jaehwa kissed him. The jewelry box landed with a thunk. He wrapped his arms around her waist, almost lifting her as they kissed deeply. Her hand stayed attached to his dick, squeezing, but never stroking.
“God, you’re sexy,” Yoochun whispered.
Jaehwa laughed and pressed their foreheads together. “So are you.”
“Skip dinner?”
“No. I spent a lot of time looking pretty for this dinner.”
“I doubt that,” Yoochun said, kissing her between words. “You’re always pretty.”
“Such a guy.” Her hands slipped into Yoochun’s suit jacket just as her hips twisted dangerously over his crotch.
Yoochun’s knees shook and he moaned, cock pulsing in his pants.
“Such a guy,” she repeated, lips brushing his. “So easy to turn into a pile of goo at my fingertips.”
“Keep it up and I’ll definitely give you a pile of goo at your fingertips.”
Jaehwa laughed and pulled away from him. She smacked him with her purse. “Come on. You can undress me when we get back from dinner.” She moved away, bent over in that tiny dress and flashed Yoochun the back of her thighs. His mouth went dry and he whimpered as she straightened up, the jewelry box in her hands. She opened it and her lips spread in a wide smile.
“Oh, Chunnie-ah, it’s gorgeous.” She picked up the chain of silver. The pendant was rectangular with five diamonds glittering up at her. She dropped the box and reached behind her neck to clasp it. The pendant fell in that dip right between her collarbones. “Does it look okay?”
Yoochun couldn’t even look at the necklace. He nodded. “Perfect.”
Her cheeks went pink and then she smiled, covering her mouth. “Come on. We’ll miss our reservation.”
Yoochun smiled and turned toward the door. There was a nice, long dark blue jacket hanging there, and he took it off the hook. It was suede. “Is this new?”
“No. You just haven’t taken me anywhere worthy of its expensiveness.”
“I’m not treating you right at all, am I?”
Jaehwa smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You do better than you realize.”
Yoochun held the coat out for her and she slipped it over her shoulders. She shut off all the lights but the entry way and locked the door behind her. Yoochun offered his arm and he escorted her down the stairs.
“Be prepared for another cliché moment,” he said.
“What-“ She caught sight of the limo waiting for them and squealed and danced in her heels on the tile floor. “Oh my god, I love you!” She threw her arms around his neck. “I’ve never been in a limo.”
“I know.”
Jaehwa pulled back and frowned. “This is too expensive.”
“I know it’s cliché to say that nothing is too expensive for you, but …” He smiled at her pout and touched a finger to her nose. “I’ve been saving for this, okay? It’s a special occasion.”
“Most couples celebrate their one year anniversary of their first date. Not of their first meeting.”
“I know, but the day I met the most beautiful angel on Earth should be celebrated.”
Jaehwa smiled and after one more kiss flew across the lobby and out the door. Yoochun followed, smiling as Jaehwa grinned at the limo driver and he checked out her ass when she climbed in. Yoochun held back his laughter and wondered how the driver would react to her secret.
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They drank champagne and ate expensive food and a really expensive piece of chocolate cake. The night put a serious dent in Yoochun’s bank account, but the only thing he focused on was Jaehwa’s smile and laughter and happiness. And the looks she kept getting from other guys.
“Tiger shark at two oh clock keeps looking at you,” Yoochun whispered, lips close to hers.
She grinned. “Barracuda at twelve oh clock is about to get him some. Which do you think I care about?”
Yoochun grinned. “What about this poor little guppy who is trying to get your attention?” He pecked her lips.
“Guppy?” She snorted and licked her lips. “That most definitely wasn’t a guppy I was groping earlier. Come on. Let’s get out of here before we give these patrons a show.”
Yoochun’s smile widened. He stood up, glad that he wasn’t hard. Yet. These thin pants didn’t leave much to the imagination. He held out his hand and Jaehwa took it, letting him pull her to her feet. He again held her jacket for her and with a hand at her back, led her from the restaurant. More than one pair of eyes followed them out. The limo was waiting for them, and they climbed in. Yoochun relaxed, leaning against Jaehwa as it drove toward her apartment.
“Junsu isn’t home, right?” Yoochun whispered, lips against her exposed neck.
She shook her head. “He’s out with Changmin.”
“Again? God, that dongsaeng of mine never tells me anything.”
Jaehwa laughed. “They like each other a lot.”
“Crazy if you ask me. I don’t see how anyone can date Changmin.”
The limo pulled up to Jaehwa’s building, and Yoochun followed her out. He tipped the driver really well (what’s a few more thousand won?) and followed Jaehwa inside. His nerves jumped with every step, his breath shortened. Jaehwa’s hand shook as she unlocked the door.
The apartment was still dimly lit. Jaehwa removed her coat, and Yoochun took off his suit jacket. Her high heels clunked to the tile. The necklace caught the light and sparkled. Yoochun touched it lightly, his other arm snaking around her waist.
“Are you sure, love?” Yoochun whispered just before their lips met.
Jaehwa said nothing but put her arms around Yoochun’s waist and walked backwards toward her bedroom. She peppered his face with kisses. He cupped her ass, fingers hitting skin as the short dress bunched up. Jaehwa smiled at his moan, and then turned in his arms. She opened her bedroom door and led him inside by the hand. She left him in the middle of the dark room, and moved to the dresser to turn on a lamp.
She kept her back to him and carefully removed the necklace. After, she reached behind her to the zipper. Her hands were still shaking, and Yoochun stepped into her, lips against her neck and took over. The teeth of the zipper echoed slowly through the room. Jaehwa shifted her arms out of the sleeves and then pushed the loose dress off her hips.
Yoochun was surprised at the black strapless bra wrapped around her body and his fingers were quick to unhook it.
Jaehwa shivered against him. She turned and their lips met. They both tried to unbutton Yoochun’s shirt, and Yoochun gave up and settled his hands on her naked waist while she slowly undressed him. He was so hard, mind running with too many thoughts. She pulled him to the bed and pressed his shoulders. He reluctantly gave up access to her lips and sat down. She leaned over him, fingers quick to unclasp his pants. She spread them open and Yoochun’s brain caught up with his thoughts and he cupped her cheeks.
“Slow it down, love.”
She smiled and shook her head. She dropped between his legs and shoved a hand into his boxers. Yoochun moaned, cock twitching and ready to explode in seconds. He leaned back on his hands, hips lifting, and Jaehwa yanked his pants and boxers down. Her hand was replaced with her lips and Yoochun gripped her hair tightly, crying out as his hips rose. Jaehwa hummed against the shaft of his erection and then ran her tongue up to the crown.
“Fuck, Jae, Jae, I’m-stop, or I’ll-“
Her fingers curled around his balls and her mouth tightened around the pliant head of his dick and Yoochun gasped and whimpered. His orgasm shot through him. She gagged on the first spurt of come and then took more of his length as he released the rest inside her mouth. She sucked him hard one last time and then crawled up his body, lips and teeth leaving imprints up his body.
Yoochun hovered between coherency and holy-fuck-ery. He tried to be embarrassed for how fast he came, but no sex for more than a year was a pretty good excuse.
Their lips touched and Yoochun wrapped his arms around her body, yanking her on top of him. He struggled to kick off his clothes where they caught on his feet, managing on the third try. He still had his socks on and felt stupid.
With hands on Jaehwa’s hips, he lifted her up and practically tossed her onto the bed. He sat up, pulled his socks off and then turned around. He froze at the beautiful sight of Jaehwa laid out for him, head propped up on a pillow. Her pale skin almost glowed in the light. Her nipples were a dusky pink, and her waist so tiny. She still wore a pair of black boyshorts, but they were tight, and didn’t hide much.
Yoochun remembered Yunho’s advice though and didn’t stare, even thought he was beyond curious. Her chest rose and fell with panicked breaths. And Yoochun knew that was the first order of business: calm her down.
He kneeled at the end of the bed and lifted her foot. Carefully, he ran his hand up her calf muscle and his lips molded around her ankle. She shivered, gasping his name as his hand slid down her inner thigh. He stopped at the hem of the shorts and then ran his hand the other way. Shuffling closer, he hooked that leg around his hip, and then reached for the other. It received the same treatment and ended up in the same place. He let his eyes rove over her body once and then fell forward, hands on either side of her head. Normally, he’d grind his hips down, but he kept them still.
“Are you okay, beautiful?” he whispered.
She nodded frantically, but her eyes still looked panicked.
Yoochun kissed her nose.
She jerked in surprise, and then laughed. He did it again, and then rubbed their noses together. Her hands encircled his back and she tilted her head up for a kiss. He very willingly gave it to her, and he kissed her until she relaxed.
“Thank you,” she whispered against his lips, and Yoochun smiled. There was no need to say anything else.
Yoochun slowed the kiss down, pressing a tongue against hers but not forcing it into her mouth. He nibbled on her lips, because she loved that. And then pressed their foreheads together.
“I love you,” he whispered.
She smiled and kissed his nose. “I love you, too.”
They kissed again, and again, and Yoochun did his best not to whimper when Jaehwa shoved him to the side. He fell with an oof, and barely had time to catch his breath before she was straddling his lap. His eyes dropped to the black shorts only once and then he propped up on a hand. He used the other to twist a nipple between his fingers. She tilted her head back, mouth open in a gasp, eyes shut.
Yoochun wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her forward until his mouth replaced his fingers. He licked at her nipple and cupped the other in his hand. She had a tiny curve of a breast, enough for Yoochun to focus his attention on it. He felt the hump of an erection on his stomach, but said nothing, just transferred whatever panic started to rise into the actions of his mouth, and he sucked and bit down on her nipple a little harder. Her hips canted forward with a moan.
“You like that?” he whispered, rolling his eyes up to meet her gaze.
She nodded, eyes blown with lust, and gasped when he moved his mouth to the other nipple. He bathed them in attention, back and forth, bringing her closer and closer to him. Her front kept moving, pressing against him. Testing, he dropped his hand from her back to her ass, squeezing lightly. She whimpered and her tiny thrusts sped up. He curled his fingers around the curve of her ass, fingers sliding on the smooth panties. She gasped, panting as Yoochun covered her chest in red splotches. Fingers grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. Her body shuddered and she slammed their lips together, whimpering and shaking in his arms. It seemed like Yoochun wasn’t the only one quick to come.
Yoochun was ready to hold her tightly, pull their bodies flush, but she jerked away suddenly, turning away completely. Her back rose and fell. Yoochun ran his hand over her skin.
“Love?”
She shook her head, trying to control her breathing. Yoochun kissed her shoulder.
“Don’t move,” she said. “Please.”
Yoochun nodded. “I won’t.”
She slipped out from under his arm and off the bed, back facing him. Her skin was a beautiful shade of pink. She hooked her fingers in the panties and pushed them over her hips, revealing a pale ass. His gaze went to the panties, and he swallowed seeing a familiar white stain.
In the next moment, she was across the room, dousing the light. Yoochun blinked against the sudden darkness. Her shadow moved to her dresser, clothes rustled, and then the bed dipped.
Yoochun was so confused, and his dick was still so hard. Jaehwa settled against him, breathing fast. She was expecting … something … She was probably expecting him to leave. He wanted to reassure her, but didn’t know how with words.
Yoochun found her face in the dark with his hands. He leaned down, missed her lips the first time, but moved over and kissed her gently. “Too much?” he whispered.
Jaehwa shook her head, dark hair falling over his chest. “Just … just … I don’t know. It’s e-e-embarrassing.”
Yoochun smiled in the dark and rubbed their noses together. “Really? I thought it was hot.”
She snorted.
“What? I did.” His hand trailed down her spine. He frowned when he hit sweatpants, but instead of going over them, he went under them and cupped her bare ass. “You’re sexy. And god, you’re beautiful when you come, your body taut and skin shivering. Amazing.”
She buried her face in his chest and shook her head.
Yoochun decided to leave it. He kissed her forehead, but instead of moving his hand, he kept it right on her ass and squeezed lightly. He let his other hand run through her long hair. His eyes shut and he took deep breaths to calm himself down. When shaking lips pressed against his collarbone, he smiled and whispered, “I love you,” again.
Jaehwa took another deep breath, and whispered her reply into his skin.
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Part 5: The Setback
Part 3: The Wait
Part 2: The Talk
Part 1: The Secret
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