babydoll 2/5?
Title: babydoll 2/5?
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If one of the boys had a amateur porn site, I wouldn't have enough money to even bribe them to be mine for a day.
Summary: Jaejoong runs an amateur porn site. His identity is a secret, but one particular customer has him squealing and masturbating more than usual. He meets Shim Changmin, a famous entertainer, never even thinking that his two worlds were about to collide.
Warnings: Toys, voyeurism, probably a bit of bondage, selling porn online, age gap (10 years), ass gape
Part 2:
A/N: forgot to mention that a couple people gave me this idea about Jaejoong having his own porn site. Of course, most of those ideas wanted YunJae, but I've written lots of YunJae lately, so I decided on JaeMin which I haven't written in about 2 years.
WEDNESDAY
Jaejoong dressed to impress. Well, sort of. Changmin had seen him all dolled up and pretty the night before at work, so Jaejoong went more casual in tight fitting blue jeans, a GACKT rocker t-shirt, and a light cream sweater over it. He wore his favorite boots that he always wore on first dates because he’d never had a bad date when he wore them. And he covered himself in jewelry: chunky rings, a leather choker, diamonds and obsidian studs in his ears, and empty frames. He fought with his hair and then just decided to clip it back, away from his face. Eyeliner, highlight, lip gloss. He wanted to look like he didn’t try, but knew that he’d failed.
The cafe was a fair bit of a commute by subway, so Jaejoong left rather early. He hadn’t slept well, too excited for his date with a famous entertainer. Technically, Shim Changmin was a sports broadcaster, but he also was in a lot of variety shows and called on to MC award shows. A celebrity.
Fuck.
Changmin was really popular, and Jaejoong listened to some of his clips from sports broadcasts and watched a few of his performances on variety shows and found out why. The man was witty and arrogant, but also excited and involved and really competitive. He loved everything about Korea’s sports, especially baseball, but he gave even the burgeoning American Football clubs the same amount of attention. His evening sports broadcast was longer than any other news outlet. It was because of is talent and his enthusiasm, but also because of his snarky attitude. People loved him.
Jaejoong had even seen a clip of Shim Changmin’s audition tape for SM Entertainment. He had a pretty voice, but he hadn’t been made an idol.
There were photos of him from last night in the restaurant with the two women, who had ended up being news personalities themselves. There were many people wondering if he was dating one of them, or if they were in some tumultuous love triangle.
Jaejoong arrived at the cafe early. He ordered a coffee while he waited, and took out his phone to check his messages and websites.
The video with the red plug that he posted yesterday had way more views than he was expecting. He should have expected that though; it had been one of his longer ones lately.
He had another private message from Maximizer88.
I hope you have a wonderful day. I’d love to see your pretty hole today, after you used it so thoroughly yesterday. Are you sore? Still stretched a bit? Still ready for a dick to slide into you? It has been a while since you’ve posted a “the day after” picture for us. Do it for me?
Jaejoong fought back a blush and wished he had seen the message before he left. He had inspected his body in the mirror this morning, and Max was right: he was still gaping a tiny bit. God. His ass clenched and he squirmed on his chair.
He should not have replied to it, but he did anyway. Max sometimes went weeks where he sent him a private message every day and then he’d disappear for a few weeks and do it all again.
I will, just for you!!! <3 But you are going to have to wait. I’m pretty sure I’d be kicked out of the cafe I am in if I took off my clothes and bent over the table to take a picture of my bum. I’ll give you a teaser though and say that you’re right. I am still stretched out, although your message did make me clench up real tight, so maybe I won’t be by the time I get home and I can take some pictures. Oh well. If that’s the case, I’ll just fuck myself again. I know you like that glass dildo I have, will that suffice?
Just as Jaejoong hit send, Shim Changmin walked up to his table. Jaejoong stared. Again. He wore a navy blue suit, white shirt, and a red and blue tie. His hair was perfect, makeup still on his face. God, he was tall.
Jaejoong suddenly remembered his manners and scrambled to his feet and bowed. “Hello.”
Changmin smiled at him and returned the bow before sitting across from him. “So did you google me?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yeah. I ... I don’t watch TV. Well, animes, but yeah. I knew you looked familiar, but I didn’t know from where.”
Changmin shrugged. “It's refreshing actually. I have a feeling you aren’t going to pander to my wishes just to be connected to my fame and money.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Of course not.”
Changmin ordered a coffee as well, smiling at Jaejoong who was trying so hard not to just stare at the tabletop. God, Changmin was hot. It was a bit daunting to be the focus of such a successful and handsome man.
“So Kim Jaejoong, you work at Petals. Do you do anything else?”
Jaejoong flushed at the images of himself being fucked open by a dildo on video, but he cleared his throat and said, “I’m in my second year of college.”
“What are you studying?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Engineering, but I don’t know what kind yet. I never really understood that I could be good at math and science stuff until I powered through high school to finish on time. I love physics a lot.”
“So it’s a new thing. Did you have different aspirations when you were younger? I always knew I wanted to do something with sports that didn’t actually require playing them.”
Jaejoong laughed. “I wanted to be in fashion design, but ...” He bit his lip and shook his head. His father had literally beat and burned that desire out of him. “I also thought about website design and coding, but I just do that for fun.”
“So you’re only twenty, does that mean you haven’t done your military service?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yes, but I’m also exempt.”
“Exempt, why?”
Jaejoong took a heavy breath. “It’s sort of personal, but I was emancipated when I was sixteen, and have lived on my own for that long. Part of the judge’s orders were that I was enrolled in college before I was twenty, and have a job to support me and, if I met his stipulations, then I would be exempt from military service without the support of family.”
“May I ask what happened?” Changmin said carefully.
“The short version. I was adopted by a family who had more girls than they wanted, and I was the only son. Since I was not actually the son, my father took that out on my mother and on me.”
“I am glad you got out of there.”
“Yeah. Me, too. I sometimes miss my sisters and their kids, but many of them also resented me for the attention I got when I was first adopted as the only son.”
A waitress came up to their table with Changmin’s coffee, and they ordered food while she was there.
Their conversation after that was less serious and full of Changmin’s stories about being a reporter and stupider shit that he’d done on camera for variety shows. Jaejoong vowed to look those episodes up when he got home.
Unfortunately, Changmin only had about an hour for lunch, and he left Jaejoong in the cafe with a smile and a promise to call him later in the day.
Jaejoong floated toward the subway, because Changmin was handsome and nice and just everything that was perfect in a man. There was probably something wrong with him, like he was too controlling or he squeezed toothpaste from the middle of the tube. Something. Maybe. Maybe Jaejoong was just incredibly lucky and Changmin was perfect.
About ten minutes later, Jaejoong received a text message.
Changmin: I was not able to tell you how beautiful you look because I cannot be overheard saying such things about another man. Not yet, anyway. But god you’re beautiful.
Jaejoong pressed a hand to his flushed cheek and bit his lip against a noise. He managed to type back: Handsome, god you’re gorgeous, but you already know that.
Oh, and you don’t know that you look like an angel too good for this earth?
Jaejoong sent back a heart because he couldn’t think of how to reply to that.
I’ll be done with my broadcast at ten. I will call you then.
I’ll be at work, but I’ll call you when I have a break?
I’m already looking forward to it. Have a good day, beautiful.
And another heart. He covered his face with his hands, put his head between he knees, and muffled his crazy scream against his arm. When he sat up for a breath, the ajummah across from him was looking at him like he was crazy.
He smiled and winked, “I met Shim Changmin today.”
Her eyes went wide in understanding. “I’d scream about that too.”
When Jaejoong got home, he went right to his computer and started recording. All he did was dance around his room, take off his clothes, shimmy and shake his ass at his computer. He also spread himself open and ran a finger over his reddened rim. He was sore from the day before, but he still pushed a finger inside himself a little bit.
He wasn’t gaping like he hoped, so he went to the bathroom to clean up. While in there, he decided to change up his location and he took his computer and settled it on the toilet, pointed at the tub. He sat on the edge of the tub, his legs inside. He turned his head to make sure the angle was good, adjusted the camera a little bit, and then went back into his room for lube and his six-inch glass dildo. It wasn’t very long compared to some, but it was wide, and showed off the inside of his body so well. He folded a towel on the floor under the tub just in case he dropped the dildo, and then resettled. He spread his legs, loving how the movement opened his ass almost on its own. He was still gaping, just not a perfect ‘O’ like he preferred.
He spread lube around his rim, and then just shoved the top of the bottle inside himself for more and squeezed. It dripped out of him, and he quickly pressed the round head of the glass dick against his entrance not to waste too much. The head slid into him with a slurp and he moaned, twisting the toy for a better grip. He pushed half of it into himself just to test and then said, “Oh fuck it. I want it all.”
He did want it all. He wanted everything from Changmin. God, the man was so sexy. He better have a big dick behind those dress pants. Maybe that was the thing that was wrong with him. God, Jaejoong hoped not.
Jaejoong shoved the dildo all the way inside himself, not bothering to stop his loud cry. He pulled it all the way out, teasing the rim with the head again. He felt himself clench, knew that his channel was opening and closing, begging for more. He did it again. Another quick deep in and out, and then more teasing, just the head, just half, and then more. He loved this dildo because it wasn’t malleable and didn’t bend; it forced him open, made his body give instead of sometimes the other way around. He rolled the head around his opening and then kept the circular arm movements as he pushed it inside him, really stretching himself open.
He added more lube for the next push, but this time, he didn’t just do once; he pumped that glass dildo in and out of himself as fast as the angle would let him. He yanked it up and down, stopping with it pressed all the way inside him. His whimpers echoed around him and he twisted the toy as he pulled it out, sliding it all the way to the base.
Jaejoong leaned forward a little bit, and his ass slid back on the edge of the tub, almost pinching his cock and balls. With a grin, Jaejoong lifted himself up and pushed his dick back before sitting down, smashing his balls tight and pressing his dick on the cool side of the tub. The stretch was intense, and Jaejoong took a few moments to breathe. And tease his balls with little flicks and slide the dildo down the length of his cock. His cock was pulsing in time to his ass clenching, and he was pretty sure he was streaming precome to the floor.
“Fuck, yes,” he said and went back to fucking himself, shallow at first to test the new angle and then faster again. His orgasm grew, but he couldn’t stroke himself, not like this. His dick rubbed on the porcelain but it wasn’t enough friction, not enough.
He grunted in frustration and started chanting, “Come, want to come, oh god, I need to come, let me come. Fuck. Come. I want ... I want to come.” Shaking, he changed his position. He climbed out of the tub and landed on his knees, still leaning over the edge. He glanced behind himself just to make sure his ass was still on the camera, and satisfied with the angle, the glass dildo went right back inside him. He used the edge of the tub for leverage, resting on his stomach, and his other hand snaked under his legs. He didn’t know if his dick was in view, but at that point he didn’t care. He rotated the toy again, wide circles that had his body stretching wider and wider.
“Fuck fuck harder harder harder, come, make me come, let me come, I want ...”
He shoved the dildo in harder and stroked as fast as he could with his arm almost hitting the tub. His cries were echoing so much around the bathroom, and he screamed, his body clenching. He pushed the dildo as far inside him as he could and then lifted up, pulling himself to stand, his knees against the edge of the tub, legs spread wide. He tightened around the dildo so it wouldn’t slip out and then jerked himself fast and sloppy. He kept whimpering, probably begging, and then he was coming, his knees knocking on the porcelain, his body falling, and he threw a hand to the bottom of the tub to keep from face planting. And the other went to the toy to keep it from sliding out of him, leaving him bent over and shaking. He kept stroking, hearing the splatters of come on the tub. He was shaking so much, his thighs from the angle, his arm from the desperate strokes, and his breathing. Gasps in the silence.
God, that orgasm.
“God, I love that dildo,” he said, and let himself settle back down to his knees, checking again that he hadn’t moved out of the camera view. He remembered at the last moment to not let the glass toy slip from him and he pulled it half out, shoving it back in and moaning. He teased himself a few more times, whimpering when his body tightened up around it, almost unwilling to let it go. But he did, pulling it out, and shifting on his knees. He settled the toy on the towel under him, and then gripped the back of his thighs and spread his legs a bit more, moaning almost in tandem to the way his channel was pulsating. His entrance wasn’t closing, just staying open and throbbing on the inside.
“Fucking hell that was amazing.”
Jaejoong shifted again, not willing to stop showing off his body just yet. He reached behind himself and traced a finger around his wrecked hole. He hooked a finger at the edge and pulled, whimpering at the stretch.
“Fuck, but two days in a row? I am going to be sore tomorrow. I’ll take a picture of my wrecked hole tomorrow. I was going to today from a request, but I wasn’t gaping enough, so I promise tomorrow, first thing, I’m going to take a picture of my used, well-fucked asshole. But don’t worry. Before then, I’ll post this video. I’m going to go edit this. We’ll see how long it takes. You guys know how much I love to masturbate to myself.” Jaejoong had fingerfucked himself through that entire little speech. He finally moved his hand away from his asshole and rubbed at his ass and thighs instead, pumping a few more weak pulses from his dick.
Instead of turning the video off, he let it record him while he showered, and he made sure to show himself cleaning out his ass, body slick with soap, and the even took the handle of his backscratcher and pushed it inside himself a few times. It sort of stung, so he didn’t do it very much.
He didn’t mind showing off his body as he dried off and leaned over the counter while he brushed his teeth. He turned the camera where he wanted and made sure nothing higher than his nipples were showing. He twisted his body, running his hands all over himself in a fake inspection of his perfection. Trailing fingers over the bright bundle of flowers tattooed at his lower back, he sighed and said, “I love being touched. I think I wouldn’t mind being bound to my bed and just touched until I came. I think I could, with the right lover.” Jaejoong laughed. “And the right toy shoved in my bum.”
Finally, Jaejoong stopped the video. Limping just a little, he went back into the room and sank onto his bed. He checked the time. He had a few hours before he had to be at work, so he started editing the video, and sure enough, ended up jerking off to it again after only the first ten minutes. With the dancing at the beginning and the shower, the video was almost a half hour long. It had been a while since he gave his platinum subscribers a special treat, so he edited the first part down to about ten minutes for the main site, and then set the entire thing to upload.
With a smile, Jaejoong took a few pictures of his ass with his cell phone, spreading himself open a little to show how red and used his hole was. He sent the pictures to Maximizer88 with a caption of I was right. I wasn’t gaping enough. I’m uploading the video of how my ass got like this soon! Love your babydoll! <3
Jaejoong smiled at his phone, at the last message from Maximizer88. He realized as he was drifting off for a nap, that he’d signed that personal message as “love your babydoll” which he had never done before. He buried his blushing face into his pillow and tried to not be too hopeful. God, Max made him crazy.
A couple hours later, he woke up groggy and sore. Really sore. His ass was on fire. He staggered to the kitchen to make coffee, drink a bunch of water, and down a few ibuprofens. While the coffee brewed, he went back to the room and checked his messages.
One from Max.
Jaejoong held his breath as he opened it.
Babydoll. Don’t hurt yourself. Sexy as it is, you need someone there to kiss it better. Someone needs to shove their face between those pretty globes and lick and suck and kiss you better.
Jaejoong moaned and did not know how to reply to that without confessing, so instead he just posted the videos, adding the caption I know you guys don’t care about the influx of videos, but I really wrecked my ass on this one. I’m going to take a couple days to recover. Maybe I’ll buy a new toy. What do you guys want to see me shove into myself next?
It took him longer than normal to get ready for work. His body was sore, and when he twisted a certain way, his ass throbbed. Just before leaving work, he checked his messages.
Maximizer did not leave a public one, but a private one.
I am at work, babydoll. Fuck, I can’t watch these yet. But don’t you worry. I will. I’ve always dreamed of seeing you in an actual babydoll. Not really a toy, but I’m sure you’d look amazing in one. Black. Lace. Fuck, babydoll! I may have to take a break to jerk off!
Jaejoong had thought about that before, wearing lingerie, but he never dared to buy some, even getting it as a delivery. He wondered if he could now, and tell the sales lady that it was for a girlfriend. If it had been anyone else making the request, he would have dismissed it, but for Max ... well, Max was the only one he’d do anything for.
Jaejoong sent back a simple reply Maybe ....
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THURSDAY
Their second date was at a norabang. It was an easy place to meet without drawing attention to Changmin, and Jaejoong loved to sing. Changmin was once again in a suit, having just finished his broadcast. Jaejoong wore a pair of ripped up jeans and a tank-top with a light purple sweater over it. He hadn’t done anything else to his face than lip gloss. He was still tired, but glad he did not have to work tonight so he could go on a date with Changmin.
Jaejoong had called him the night before during his break and the first thing Changmin had done was ask him out again because he had forgotten to set a second date while they were texting before.
The first thing Jaejoong did when he arrived at the norabang was order soju. He really needed it to relax. They had their own private booth, complete with low lighting, a comfortable couch, and the less important machine and microphone. He was shaking with nerves because it was such a perfect place to make out.
“You aren’t old enough to drink,” Changmin said even as Jaejoong poured him a shot of soju.
Jaejoong laughed. “Nope. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t. And face it, dirty old man, you like me young.” He winked at Changmin and downed his shot.
“I like you pretty,” Changmin said.
And Jaejoong flushed, turning away.
“You’re nervous,” Changmin said with a frown. “You don’t need to be.”
Jaejoong bit his lip and said, “Well, I just ... it’s really private.” He waved in the couch’s general direction.
Changmin smiled. “Not that private. There is a camera in that upper left corner, and as much as I’d love to devour your pretty mouth right now, I can’t really get caught doing that.”
Jaejoong looked up and made a face. “Well, there go those expectations.”
Changmin chuckled. “This is only the second date, beautiful. Despite my reputation, I’m not really the kind of guy that jumps into bed with dates, especially if I think it’s going to go beyond a second date.”
Jaejoong blushed again, but met Changmin’s eyes. “So is it?”
Changmin’s smile widened and he let his hand linger on Jaejoong’s thigh as he leaned over to grab the microphone. “I hope so. Now, let’s sing. I actually love to sing. I have kept this a secret, but SM Entertainment offered to make me an idol. I just didn’t want to.”
“Really?” Jaejoong said. “I saw your audition tape. You were good.”
“I promised my mom that I would audition, so I did, and then I told her I didn’t want to be an idol, so I didn’t go back for a second audition. Do you like to sing?”
Jaejoong nodded. “I don’t think I’m very good though.”
“That’s all right. You’re beautiful enough. If you could sing well, then you’d be absolutely perfect.”
Jaejoong yelled, his face flushing further and he smacked Changmin in the arm. Changmin laughed at him and moved to the controls to get started on singing.
A couple hours later, Changmin smiled over at him and said, “You’re perfect. You have a beautiful voice. You definitely could have been an idol.”
Jaejoong blushed and shoved at him again with his arm. “Shut up. I can’t dance at all.”
Laughing, Changmin stood up. “Let’s go get some food, and then if I can, I’ll walk you home, but I really can’t be out in public too long before people start recognizing me.”
“It’s okay,” Jaejoong said as sincerely as possible. He really did understand, but he wasn’t going to tell Changmin why. At least not on date number two. He wanted a kiss and maybe a few lovely fucks before telling him his secret. Until then, he didn’t mind being romanced a little bit.
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Jaejoong texted Changmin as soon as he was home, just to let him know that he had arrived. As feared, people at the street cart recognized him and Changmin had to call a car to pick him up. After he left, Jaejoong answered some questions, just saying they were friends and that was all. He’s pretty sure there had been pictures of the two of them.
Changmin: Glad you’re home. Sorry about that. It’s a good indication of what dating me is like though, so I hope you can deal with it.
I can deal with it.
Do you have time to meet me for lunch tomorrow? At the same cafe?
Jaejoong smiled and sent a bunch of smiley faces to him. I’d love too.
It might be chaotic, there are already pictures of us on the internet
It’s okay. We’ll test it out. Everyone has to eat, right?
Yeah, but the media can be vultures. I don’t want you to leave so soon at the beginning of this. I really like you, and I am really sorry that our date tonight was cut so short.
Jaejoong reassured him and said I’m only disappointed because I wasn’t able to invite you home.
Too soon for that, beautiful! Remember!
Jaejoong sent an emoji rolling his eyes. Too soon to admit to you that I want you naked in my bed?
Yes! Fuck. Now how am I supposed to sleep?
Jaejoong sent back a bunch of hearts.
Changmin did not reply, so Jaejoong started his nightly routine. His body was still a little sore, and his asshole was still red. He took a couple of pictures of himself, and then posted them to his tumblr. Still a little gape-y. God, I want to fuck myself again with something. But I will refrain. I know some of you might be jealous, but I had a date today! He’s so nice and handsome. I was of an embarrased fuckup, so I don’t know where it’s going or if he’ll like me, but we have another date soon. I’ll keep you updated!
Jaejoong lay in the dark, smiling and trying to relax enough to sleep. He read some of the messages from his viewers about what toys they wanted to see. Some of them were gross, and others required Jaejoong being tied up and abused. God, they were insane. Comments started coming in about his date and how they were better for him than any man.
He was nodding off a little when he noticed a private message.
From Maximizer88. Any man that doesn’t think you’re the most gorgeous, adorable, and fuckable darling on the planet isn’t worth it. I doubt you were an embarrassed fuckup. I bet you were cute and amazing.
Jaejoong read it over and over again, smiling, and he finally replied, You might be biased.
And jealous.
With a firm resolve, Jaejoong said, I don’t have much to do this weekend. I’ll swallow down my embarrassment and go buy a babydoll.
Fuck yes.
Jaejoong sent back a few hearts and then set his phone on the nightstand to sleep.
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FRIDAY
They were hounded by reporters the next afternoon. Pictures of them together had been posted online, and there were too many questions about their relationship.
Changmin had sent him home in a private car. The driver was a master at losing tails and determined fangirls, and he was home by three in the afternoon, and fucking starving.
Changmin called him as he promised at about four to talk.
“I’m really sorry,” Changmin said. “I ... I want ... I want this to be normal with you. You deserve so much better than being bombarded with questions and having to tell lies about your relationships. But with my life ... well, it can’t be normal.”
“I do understand,” Jaejoong said. “I promise that I’m not just saying that.”
“I know, but I’ve also heard that before. Most people are okay with it at the beginning, but I really like you, beautiful. You make me smile, and you make my heart race, and ... god. I want to take you out and show you off and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. And that does not include canceling dates because the media are trying to take pictures of us.”
“Is there anything stopping you from just coming to my house? I can make you dinner? I know you like to eat. It’ll be private and no cameras.”
Well ... at least no cameras that are turned on.
Changmin chuckled. “I would love that, actually. I don’t want to be presumptuous though, and I don’t want you to think I’m coming over for sex. Just a date. Where we won’t be interrupted.”
Jaejoong flushed and said, “Yes, a private date. Not sure about the no sex thing, though. I think I could convince you.”
Changmin moaned. “You do not need to convince me to fuck you. I’m already convinced, I just don’t want you to think that is all I want, and I definitely don’t want to base our relationship on it. No sex.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll make sure the dildos are out of sight.”
Changmin laughed. “You little minx! I have a really full schedule tomorrow, what about Sunday? Can I come over for a late lunch? I’ll be done on Sunday by two.”
“Yes, that’s perfect. I have to work tomorrow night anyway, and I don’t have to work on Sunday.”
“Perfect. Again, beautiful, I’m sorry.”
“Again, gorgeous, I understand.”
“I have an emergency meeting with my publicist to talk about all this, so I have to go, but I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
“Good bye, beautiful.”
“See you later, gorgeous.”
Jaejoong hung up and fell on his bed with a loud moan. Changmin said no sex, but Jaejoong was so ready for it. So ready to have a cock inside him. No matter what, he’d be prepared. Maybe he’d restock his personal enema supplies. Just in case.
Part 3: Three Babydolls
Part 1: Three Orgasms
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Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If one of the boys had a amateur porn site, I wouldn't have enough money to even bribe them to be mine for a day.
Summary: Jaejoong runs an amateur porn site. His identity is a secret, but one particular customer has him squealing and masturbating more than usual. He meets Shim Changmin, a famous entertainer, never even thinking that his two worlds were about to collide.
Warnings: Toys, voyeurism, probably a bit of bondage, selling porn online, age gap (10 years), ass gape
Part 2:
A/N: forgot to mention that a couple people gave me this idea about Jaejoong having his own porn site. Of course, most of those ideas wanted YunJae, but I've written lots of YunJae lately, so I decided on JaeMin which I haven't written in about 2 years.
WEDNESDAY
Jaejoong dressed to impress. Well, sort of. Changmin had seen him all dolled up and pretty the night before at work, so Jaejoong went more casual in tight fitting blue jeans, a GACKT rocker t-shirt, and a light cream sweater over it. He wore his favorite boots that he always wore on first dates because he’d never had a bad date when he wore them. And he covered himself in jewelry: chunky rings, a leather choker, diamonds and obsidian studs in his ears, and empty frames. He fought with his hair and then just decided to clip it back, away from his face. Eyeliner, highlight, lip gloss. He wanted to look like he didn’t try, but knew that he’d failed.
The cafe was a fair bit of a commute by subway, so Jaejoong left rather early. He hadn’t slept well, too excited for his date with a famous entertainer. Technically, Shim Changmin was a sports broadcaster, but he also was in a lot of variety shows and called on to MC award shows. A celebrity.
Fuck.
Changmin was really popular, and Jaejoong listened to some of his clips from sports broadcasts and watched a few of his performances on variety shows and found out why. The man was witty and arrogant, but also excited and involved and really competitive. He loved everything about Korea’s sports, especially baseball, but he gave even the burgeoning American Football clubs the same amount of attention. His evening sports broadcast was longer than any other news outlet. It was because of is talent and his enthusiasm, but also because of his snarky attitude. People loved him.
Jaejoong had even seen a clip of Shim Changmin’s audition tape for SM Entertainment. He had a pretty voice, but he hadn’t been made an idol.
There were photos of him from last night in the restaurant with the two women, who had ended up being news personalities themselves. There were many people wondering if he was dating one of them, or if they were in some tumultuous love triangle.
Jaejoong arrived at the cafe early. He ordered a coffee while he waited, and took out his phone to check his messages and websites.
The video with the red plug that he posted yesterday had way more views than he was expecting. He should have expected that though; it had been one of his longer ones lately.
He had another private message from Maximizer88.
I hope you have a wonderful day. I’d love to see your pretty hole today, after you used it so thoroughly yesterday. Are you sore? Still stretched a bit? Still ready for a dick to slide into you? It has been a while since you’ve posted a “the day after” picture for us. Do it for me?
Jaejoong fought back a blush and wished he had seen the message before he left. He had inspected his body in the mirror this morning, and Max was right: he was still gaping a tiny bit. God. His ass clenched and he squirmed on his chair.
He should not have replied to it, but he did anyway. Max sometimes went weeks where he sent him a private message every day and then he’d disappear for a few weeks and do it all again.
I will, just for you!!! <3 But you are going to have to wait. I’m pretty sure I’d be kicked out of the cafe I am in if I took off my clothes and bent over the table to take a picture of my bum. I’ll give you a teaser though and say that you’re right. I am still stretched out, although your message did make me clench up real tight, so maybe I won’t be by the time I get home and I can take some pictures. Oh well. If that’s the case, I’ll just fuck myself again. I know you like that glass dildo I have, will that suffice?
Just as Jaejoong hit send, Shim Changmin walked up to his table. Jaejoong stared. Again. He wore a navy blue suit, white shirt, and a red and blue tie. His hair was perfect, makeup still on his face. God, he was tall.
Jaejoong suddenly remembered his manners and scrambled to his feet and bowed. “Hello.”
Changmin smiled at him and returned the bow before sitting across from him. “So did you google me?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yeah. I ... I don’t watch TV. Well, animes, but yeah. I knew you looked familiar, but I didn’t know from where.”
Changmin shrugged. “It's refreshing actually. I have a feeling you aren’t going to pander to my wishes just to be connected to my fame and money.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “Of course not.”
Changmin ordered a coffee as well, smiling at Jaejoong who was trying so hard not to just stare at the tabletop. God, Changmin was hot. It was a bit daunting to be the focus of such a successful and handsome man.
“So Kim Jaejoong, you work at Petals. Do you do anything else?”
Jaejoong flushed at the images of himself being fucked open by a dildo on video, but he cleared his throat and said, “I’m in my second year of college.”
“What are you studying?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Engineering, but I don’t know what kind yet. I never really understood that I could be good at math and science stuff until I powered through high school to finish on time. I love physics a lot.”
“So it’s a new thing. Did you have different aspirations when you were younger? I always knew I wanted to do something with sports that didn’t actually require playing them.”
Jaejoong laughed. “I wanted to be in fashion design, but ...” He bit his lip and shook his head. His father had literally beat and burned that desire out of him. “I also thought about website design and coding, but I just do that for fun.”
“So you’re only twenty, does that mean you haven’t done your military service?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yes, but I’m also exempt.”
“Exempt, why?”
Jaejoong took a heavy breath. “It’s sort of personal, but I was emancipated when I was sixteen, and have lived on my own for that long. Part of the judge’s orders were that I was enrolled in college before I was twenty, and have a job to support me and, if I met his stipulations, then I would be exempt from military service without the support of family.”
“May I ask what happened?” Changmin said carefully.
“The short version. I was adopted by a family who had more girls than they wanted, and I was the only son. Since I was not actually the son, my father took that out on my mother and on me.”
“I am glad you got out of there.”
“Yeah. Me, too. I sometimes miss my sisters and their kids, but many of them also resented me for the attention I got when I was first adopted as the only son.”
A waitress came up to their table with Changmin’s coffee, and they ordered food while she was there.
Their conversation after that was less serious and full of Changmin’s stories about being a reporter and stupider shit that he’d done on camera for variety shows. Jaejoong vowed to look those episodes up when he got home.
Unfortunately, Changmin only had about an hour for lunch, and he left Jaejoong in the cafe with a smile and a promise to call him later in the day.
Jaejoong floated toward the subway, because Changmin was handsome and nice and just everything that was perfect in a man. There was probably something wrong with him, like he was too controlling or he squeezed toothpaste from the middle of the tube. Something. Maybe. Maybe Jaejoong was just incredibly lucky and Changmin was perfect.
About ten minutes later, Jaejoong received a text message.
Changmin: I was not able to tell you how beautiful you look because I cannot be overheard saying such things about another man. Not yet, anyway. But god you’re beautiful.
Jaejoong pressed a hand to his flushed cheek and bit his lip against a noise. He managed to type back: Handsome, god you’re gorgeous, but you already know that.
Oh, and you don’t know that you look like an angel too good for this earth?
Jaejoong sent back a heart because he couldn’t think of how to reply to that.
I’ll be done with my broadcast at ten. I will call you then.
I’ll be at work, but I’ll call you when I have a break?
I’m already looking forward to it. Have a good day, beautiful.
And another heart. He covered his face with his hands, put his head between he knees, and muffled his crazy scream against his arm. When he sat up for a breath, the ajummah across from him was looking at him like he was crazy.
He smiled and winked, “I met Shim Changmin today.”
Her eyes went wide in understanding. “I’d scream about that too.”
When Jaejoong got home, he went right to his computer and started recording. All he did was dance around his room, take off his clothes, shimmy and shake his ass at his computer. He also spread himself open and ran a finger over his reddened rim. He was sore from the day before, but he still pushed a finger inside himself a little bit.
He wasn’t gaping like he hoped, so he went to the bathroom to clean up. While in there, he decided to change up his location and he took his computer and settled it on the toilet, pointed at the tub. He sat on the edge of the tub, his legs inside. He turned his head to make sure the angle was good, adjusted the camera a little bit, and then went back into his room for lube and his six-inch glass dildo. It wasn’t very long compared to some, but it was wide, and showed off the inside of his body so well. He folded a towel on the floor under the tub just in case he dropped the dildo, and then resettled. He spread his legs, loving how the movement opened his ass almost on its own. He was still gaping, just not a perfect ‘O’ like he preferred.
He spread lube around his rim, and then just shoved the top of the bottle inside himself for more and squeezed. It dripped out of him, and he quickly pressed the round head of the glass dick against his entrance not to waste too much. The head slid into him with a slurp and he moaned, twisting the toy for a better grip. He pushed half of it into himself just to test and then said, “Oh fuck it. I want it all.”
He did want it all. He wanted everything from Changmin. God, the man was so sexy. He better have a big dick behind those dress pants. Maybe that was the thing that was wrong with him. God, Jaejoong hoped not.
Jaejoong shoved the dildo all the way inside himself, not bothering to stop his loud cry. He pulled it all the way out, teasing the rim with the head again. He felt himself clench, knew that his channel was opening and closing, begging for more. He did it again. Another quick deep in and out, and then more teasing, just the head, just half, and then more. He loved this dildo because it wasn’t malleable and didn’t bend; it forced him open, made his body give instead of sometimes the other way around. He rolled the head around his opening and then kept the circular arm movements as he pushed it inside him, really stretching himself open.
He added more lube for the next push, but this time, he didn’t just do once; he pumped that glass dildo in and out of himself as fast as the angle would let him. He yanked it up and down, stopping with it pressed all the way inside him. His whimpers echoed around him and he twisted the toy as he pulled it out, sliding it all the way to the base.
Jaejoong leaned forward a little bit, and his ass slid back on the edge of the tub, almost pinching his cock and balls. With a grin, Jaejoong lifted himself up and pushed his dick back before sitting down, smashing his balls tight and pressing his dick on the cool side of the tub. The stretch was intense, and Jaejoong took a few moments to breathe. And tease his balls with little flicks and slide the dildo down the length of his cock. His cock was pulsing in time to his ass clenching, and he was pretty sure he was streaming precome to the floor.
“Fuck, yes,” he said and went back to fucking himself, shallow at first to test the new angle and then faster again. His orgasm grew, but he couldn’t stroke himself, not like this. His dick rubbed on the porcelain but it wasn’t enough friction, not enough.
He grunted in frustration and started chanting, “Come, want to come, oh god, I need to come, let me come. Fuck. Come. I want ... I want to come.” Shaking, he changed his position. He climbed out of the tub and landed on his knees, still leaning over the edge. He glanced behind himself just to make sure his ass was still on the camera, and satisfied with the angle, the glass dildo went right back inside him. He used the edge of the tub for leverage, resting on his stomach, and his other hand snaked under his legs. He didn’t know if his dick was in view, but at that point he didn’t care. He rotated the toy again, wide circles that had his body stretching wider and wider.
“Fuck fuck harder harder harder, come, make me come, let me come, I want ...”
He shoved the dildo in harder and stroked as fast as he could with his arm almost hitting the tub. His cries were echoing so much around the bathroom, and he screamed, his body clenching. He pushed the dildo as far inside him as he could and then lifted up, pulling himself to stand, his knees against the edge of the tub, legs spread wide. He tightened around the dildo so it wouldn’t slip out and then jerked himself fast and sloppy. He kept whimpering, probably begging, and then he was coming, his knees knocking on the porcelain, his body falling, and he threw a hand to the bottom of the tub to keep from face planting. And the other went to the toy to keep it from sliding out of him, leaving him bent over and shaking. He kept stroking, hearing the splatters of come on the tub. He was shaking so much, his thighs from the angle, his arm from the desperate strokes, and his breathing. Gasps in the silence.
God, that orgasm.
“God, I love that dildo,” he said, and let himself settle back down to his knees, checking again that he hadn’t moved out of the camera view. He remembered at the last moment to not let the glass toy slip from him and he pulled it half out, shoving it back in and moaning. He teased himself a few more times, whimpering when his body tightened up around it, almost unwilling to let it go. But he did, pulling it out, and shifting on his knees. He settled the toy on the towel under him, and then gripped the back of his thighs and spread his legs a bit more, moaning almost in tandem to the way his channel was pulsating. His entrance wasn’t closing, just staying open and throbbing on the inside.
“Fucking hell that was amazing.”
Jaejoong shifted again, not willing to stop showing off his body just yet. He reached behind himself and traced a finger around his wrecked hole. He hooked a finger at the edge and pulled, whimpering at the stretch.
“Fuck, but two days in a row? I am going to be sore tomorrow. I’ll take a picture of my wrecked hole tomorrow. I was going to today from a request, but I wasn’t gaping enough, so I promise tomorrow, first thing, I’m going to take a picture of my used, well-fucked asshole. But don’t worry. Before then, I’ll post this video. I’m going to go edit this. We’ll see how long it takes. You guys know how much I love to masturbate to myself.” Jaejoong had fingerfucked himself through that entire little speech. He finally moved his hand away from his asshole and rubbed at his ass and thighs instead, pumping a few more weak pulses from his dick.
Instead of turning the video off, he let it record him while he showered, and he made sure to show himself cleaning out his ass, body slick with soap, and the even took the handle of his backscratcher and pushed it inside himself a few times. It sort of stung, so he didn’t do it very much.
He didn’t mind showing off his body as he dried off and leaned over the counter while he brushed his teeth. He turned the camera where he wanted and made sure nothing higher than his nipples were showing. He twisted his body, running his hands all over himself in a fake inspection of his perfection. Trailing fingers over the bright bundle of flowers tattooed at his lower back, he sighed and said, “I love being touched. I think I wouldn’t mind being bound to my bed and just touched until I came. I think I could, with the right lover.” Jaejoong laughed. “And the right toy shoved in my bum.”
Finally, Jaejoong stopped the video. Limping just a little, he went back into the room and sank onto his bed. He checked the time. He had a few hours before he had to be at work, so he started editing the video, and sure enough, ended up jerking off to it again after only the first ten minutes. With the dancing at the beginning and the shower, the video was almost a half hour long. It had been a while since he gave his platinum subscribers a special treat, so he edited the first part down to about ten minutes for the main site, and then set the entire thing to upload.
With a smile, Jaejoong took a few pictures of his ass with his cell phone, spreading himself open a little to show how red and used his hole was. He sent the pictures to Maximizer88 with a caption of I was right. I wasn’t gaping enough. I’m uploading the video of how my ass got like this soon! Love your babydoll! <3
Jaejoong smiled at his phone, at the last message from Maximizer88. He realized as he was drifting off for a nap, that he’d signed that personal message as “love your babydoll” which he had never done before. He buried his blushing face into his pillow and tried to not be too hopeful. God, Max made him crazy.
A couple hours later, he woke up groggy and sore. Really sore. His ass was on fire. He staggered to the kitchen to make coffee, drink a bunch of water, and down a few ibuprofens. While the coffee brewed, he went back to the room and checked his messages.
One from Max.
Jaejoong held his breath as he opened it.
Babydoll. Don’t hurt yourself. Sexy as it is, you need someone there to kiss it better. Someone needs to shove their face between those pretty globes and lick and suck and kiss you better.
Jaejoong moaned and did not know how to reply to that without confessing, so instead he just posted the videos, adding the caption I know you guys don’t care about the influx of videos, but I really wrecked my ass on this one. I’m going to take a couple days to recover. Maybe I’ll buy a new toy. What do you guys want to see me shove into myself next?
It took him longer than normal to get ready for work. His body was sore, and when he twisted a certain way, his ass throbbed. Just before leaving work, he checked his messages.
Maximizer did not leave a public one, but a private one.
I am at work, babydoll. Fuck, I can’t watch these yet. But don’t you worry. I will. I’ve always dreamed of seeing you in an actual babydoll. Not really a toy, but I’m sure you’d look amazing in one. Black. Lace. Fuck, babydoll! I may have to take a break to jerk off!
Jaejoong had thought about that before, wearing lingerie, but he never dared to buy some, even getting it as a delivery. He wondered if he could now, and tell the sales lady that it was for a girlfriend. If it had been anyone else making the request, he would have dismissed it, but for Max ... well, Max was the only one he’d do anything for.
Jaejoong sent back a simple reply Maybe ....
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THURSDAY
Their second date was at a norabang. It was an easy place to meet without drawing attention to Changmin, and Jaejoong loved to sing. Changmin was once again in a suit, having just finished his broadcast. Jaejoong wore a pair of ripped up jeans and a tank-top with a light purple sweater over it. He hadn’t done anything else to his face than lip gloss. He was still tired, but glad he did not have to work tonight so he could go on a date with Changmin.
Jaejoong had called him the night before during his break and the first thing Changmin had done was ask him out again because he had forgotten to set a second date while they were texting before.
The first thing Jaejoong did when he arrived at the norabang was order soju. He really needed it to relax. They had their own private booth, complete with low lighting, a comfortable couch, and the less important machine and microphone. He was shaking with nerves because it was such a perfect place to make out.
“You aren’t old enough to drink,” Changmin said even as Jaejoong poured him a shot of soju.
Jaejoong laughed. “Nope. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t. And face it, dirty old man, you like me young.” He winked at Changmin and downed his shot.
“I like you pretty,” Changmin said.
And Jaejoong flushed, turning away.
“You’re nervous,” Changmin said with a frown. “You don’t need to be.”
Jaejoong bit his lip and said, “Well, I just ... it’s really private.” He waved in the couch’s general direction.
Changmin smiled. “Not that private. There is a camera in that upper left corner, and as much as I’d love to devour your pretty mouth right now, I can’t really get caught doing that.”
Jaejoong looked up and made a face. “Well, there go those expectations.”
Changmin chuckled. “This is only the second date, beautiful. Despite my reputation, I’m not really the kind of guy that jumps into bed with dates, especially if I think it’s going to go beyond a second date.”
Jaejoong blushed again, but met Changmin’s eyes. “So is it?”
Changmin’s smile widened and he let his hand linger on Jaejoong’s thigh as he leaned over to grab the microphone. “I hope so. Now, let’s sing. I actually love to sing. I have kept this a secret, but SM Entertainment offered to make me an idol. I just didn’t want to.”
“Really?” Jaejoong said. “I saw your audition tape. You were good.”
“I promised my mom that I would audition, so I did, and then I told her I didn’t want to be an idol, so I didn’t go back for a second audition. Do you like to sing?”
Jaejoong nodded. “I don’t think I’m very good though.”
“That’s all right. You’re beautiful enough. If you could sing well, then you’d be absolutely perfect.”
Jaejoong yelled, his face flushing further and he smacked Changmin in the arm. Changmin laughed at him and moved to the controls to get started on singing.
A couple hours later, Changmin smiled over at him and said, “You’re perfect. You have a beautiful voice. You definitely could have been an idol.”
Jaejoong blushed and shoved at him again with his arm. “Shut up. I can’t dance at all.”
Laughing, Changmin stood up. “Let’s go get some food, and then if I can, I’ll walk you home, but I really can’t be out in public too long before people start recognizing me.”
“It’s okay,” Jaejoong said as sincerely as possible. He really did understand, but he wasn’t going to tell Changmin why. At least not on date number two. He wanted a kiss and maybe a few lovely fucks before telling him his secret. Until then, he didn’t mind being romanced a little bit.
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Jaejoong texted Changmin as soon as he was home, just to let him know that he had arrived. As feared, people at the street cart recognized him and Changmin had to call a car to pick him up. After he left, Jaejoong answered some questions, just saying they were friends and that was all. He’s pretty sure there had been pictures of the two of them.
Changmin: Glad you’re home. Sorry about that. It’s a good indication of what dating me is like though, so I hope you can deal with it.
I can deal with it.
Do you have time to meet me for lunch tomorrow? At the same cafe?
Jaejoong smiled and sent a bunch of smiley faces to him. I’d love too.
It might be chaotic, there are already pictures of us on the internet
It’s okay. We’ll test it out. Everyone has to eat, right?
Yeah, but the media can be vultures. I don’t want you to leave so soon at the beginning of this. I really like you, and I am really sorry that our date tonight was cut so short.
Jaejoong reassured him and said I’m only disappointed because I wasn’t able to invite you home.
Too soon for that, beautiful! Remember!
Jaejoong sent an emoji rolling his eyes. Too soon to admit to you that I want you naked in my bed?
Yes! Fuck. Now how am I supposed to sleep?
Jaejoong sent back a bunch of hearts.
Changmin did not reply, so Jaejoong started his nightly routine. His body was still a little sore, and his asshole was still red. He took a couple of pictures of himself, and then posted them to his tumblr. Still a little gape-y. God, I want to fuck myself again with something. But I will refrain. I know some of you might be jealous, but I had a date today! He’s so nice and handsome. I was of an embarrased fuckup, so I don’t know where it’s going or if he’ll like me, but we have another date soon. I’ll keep you updated!
Jaejoong lay in the dark, smiling and trying to relax enough to sleep. He read some of the messages from his viewers about what toys they wanted to see. Some of them were gross, and others required Jaejoong being tied up and abused. God, they were insane. Comments started coming in about his date and how they were better for him than any man.
He was nodding off a little when he noticed a private message.
From Maximizer88. Any man that doesn’t think you’re the most gorgeous, adorable, and fuckable darling on the planet isn’t worth it. I doubt you were an embarrassed fuckup. I bet you were cute and amazing.
Jaejoong read it over and over again, smiling, and he finally replied, You might be biased.
And jealous.
With a firm resolve, Jaejoong said, I don’t have much to do this weekend. I’ll swallow down my embarrassment and go buy a babydoll.
Fuck yes.
Jaejoong sent back a few hearts and then set his phone on the nightstand to sleep.
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FRIDAY
They were hounded by reporters the next afternoon. Pictures of them together had been posted online, and there were too many questions about their relationship.
Changmin had sent him home in a private car. The driver was a master at losing tails and determined fangirls, and he was home by three in the afternoon, and fucking starving.
Changmin called him as he promised at about four to talk.
“I’m really sorry,” Changmin said. “I ... I want ... I want this to be normal with you. You deserve so much better than being bombarded with questions and having to tell lies about your relationships. But with my life ... well, it can’t be normal.”
“I do understand,” Jaejoong said. “I promise that I’m not just saying that.”
“I know, but I’ve also heard that before. Most people are okay with it at the beginning, but I really like you, beautiful. You make me smile, and you make my heart race, and ... god. I want to take you out and show you off and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. And that does not include canceling dates because the media are trying to take pictures of us.”
“Is there anything stopping you from just coming to my house? I can make you dinner? I know you like to eat. It’ll be private and no cameras.”
Well ... at least no cameras that are turned on.
Changmin chuckled. “I would love that, actually. I don’t want to be presumptuous though, and I don’t want you to think I’m coming over for sex. Just a date. Where we won’t be interrupted.”
Jaejoong flushed and said, “Yes, a private date. Not sure about the no sex thing, though. I think I could convince you.”
Changmin moaned. “You do not need to convince me to fuck you. I’m already convinced, I just don’t want you to think that is all I want, and I definitely don’t want to base our relationship on it. No sex.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll make sure the dildos are out of sight.”
Changmin laughed. “You little minx! I have a really full schedule tomorrow, what about Sunday? Can I come over for a late lunch? I’ll be done on Sunday by two.”
“Yes, that’s perfect. I have to work tomorrow night anyway, and I don’t have to work on Sunday.”
“Perfect. Again, beautiful, I’m sorry.”
“Again, gorgeous, I understand.”
“I have an emergency meeting with my publicist to talk about all this, so I have to go, but I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
“Good bye, beautiful.”
“See you later, gorgeous.”
Jaejoong hung up and fell on his bed with a loud moan. Changmin said no sex, but Jaejoong was so ready for it. So ready to have a cock inside him. No matter what, he’d be prepared. Maybe he’d restock his personal enema supplies. Just in case.
Part 3: Three Babydolls
Part 1: Three Orgasms
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