babydoll Part 3/5?
Title: babydoll 3/5?
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 3:
SATURDAY
Jaejoong wanted something inside him. He needed it. He didn’t often go more than two days without fucking himself. He didn’t always record it, but he always had at least one toy inside him. But he also didn’t want to look well-fucked and sore when he seduced Changmin on Sunday.
It was so hard to refrain, especially when Maximizer sent him a video.
An actual video.
Jaejoong hadn’t even had his coffee yet, but his eyes were wide, his heart racing.
There was a small caption: In the spirit of fair play, this is for you.
It was only about thirty seconds, and just of his lap, his hand flying over his cock. Lube glistened in the dim light from a lamp. There was no sound. It was just long enough to see Max tensing, see his balls tighten up, see the vein in his cock pulse, and his stomach muscles jerk. The last ten seconds was of him coming, spurting out a thick pulse onto his chest and then thick strips of it all over his stomach. His hand slowed, and his release dripped from the tip and then curled over his knuckles. He squeezed himself and another eager drop shot from him, and his entire body shuddered. Curling his palm over the head, Max spread his release all the way down his shaft and then cupped his balls with his dirty hand.
God, Jaejoong wanted to taste.
The video restarted, and Jaejoong’s resolve shattered.
With the video on repeat, Jaejoong was coming in less than five loops. He lay on his bed, shuddering with his own desire, feeling his body clench tight and eager.
Yeah, Shim Changmin was going to fuck him no matter what. There was no way Jaejoong was going to wait.
He sent Max a picture of himself covered in come and the caption of What is the downtime on that thing, because after I get done licking it clean, I’m going to want to ride it.
---
Jaejoong had been bright red from the moment he stepped off the subway and into the slightly shady shopping district. He’d done some research on the best place to find a cute babydoll. One store had said in its advert, “all your secret fetish needs” and Jaejoong figured it was the best place.
The windows were covered with black with no merchandise on display, but there were words, explaining what they sold. The Open sign sort of looked like a dick, and Jaejoong blushed brighter red and hurried into the store.
It wasn’t pink like he was expecting. The black decor continued on the inside, but there were splashes of color all over the wall. The lady in the middle of the store smiled over at him and said welcome.
Jaejoong sort of bowed.
The lady hung up what was in her hands (something with more buckles than Jaejoong knew what to do with) and walked over to him. She wore thigh-high boots with a large heel, fishnets, booty shorts and something that was sort of a top but her bright green bra was visible behind the sheer material. She wasn’t Korean, and her blond hair was short and spiky with the tips dyed purple.
“How can I help you?”
Jaejoong blushed and said, “I need ... oh god ... for my ... girl-girlfriend--”
“You mean for you?” she said, with an eyebrow raised.
Jaejoong spluttered but didn’t actually deny it.
The woman laughed. “Don’t be embarrassed. Just a moment.” She went to the front of the door and turned off the open sign, showed him a sign that said, “I’ll be back in a half hour” and put it on the outside of the door. And then she locked the door.
“There. Privacy. Now. What do you need?”
Jaejoong swallowed roughly and whispered, “A babydoll.”
She smiled widely. “You are going to look amazing in one. What’s your name, gorgeous?”
“Kim Jaejoong.” He bowed again.
“I’m Emily. So a babydoll. What color?”
“He ... he said, black lace.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Sort ... sort of.”
She chuckled. “All right. Black lace. I’m going to measure you, though you look about a medium size.”
Jaejoong followed her instructions with taking off his sweater. She measured over the tight T-shirt he wore, babbling on about how pretty the black would be against his skin, and then shuffled him over to a rack full of things that were barely material and full of lace. She picked out two, saw the look on his face, and laughed.
“Don’t worry, Kim Jaejoong-shi. This is going to look amazing on you.”
She led the way to a changing room. “You can keep your underwear on or take them off. I won’t mind either way.” She winked at him and pushed him into the small enclosure, pulling the curtain closed. “I’ll help you if you need me to, but they should just slide over your shoulders.”
Jaejoong’s hands shook and he had to take a few deep breaths before he undressed. There were no mirrors in the room, which surprisingly made this easier. But then he remembered that he was wearing his bright pink Hello Kitty briefs. He hadn’t known he’d actually be trying these things on when he got dressed that morning.
But Emily was cool. She wasn’t judging him. He took heart in that and slipped the first choice over his head. It slithered down his body in a soft caress that had him sighing in delight. God, it felt good against his skin. The skirt was sheer with a lacy hem that brushed just at the top curve of his ass. The middle was again sheer, framed by a thick band of lace at his hips and just below his ribs. The top was only lace with a deep vee showing off his breastbone and thin black shoulder straps. The lace sort of itched, but the rest of it felt amazing. He twisted trying to catch a glimpse of himself.
“So?” Emily said. “You went really quiet.”
“I ... I like it.”
“Let me see. Don’t be embarrassed, I see these things every single day.” She flung the curtain aside and Jaejoong meeped and tried to cross his arms over his chest. She only laughed at him and said, “Really. You are definitely not the first man to be here to try these on. Come on.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes and lowered his arms.
Emily whistled. “Pretty pretty. Spin around.”
Jaejoong did, smiling a little at the way the fabric clung to him.
“Gorgeous tattoo,” she said. “You can’t see it, but it’s perfectly visible under the sheer fabric and framed by the lace.”
“Why ... why don’t you have mirrors?”
“Because people are self-conscious. You should wear these things because you like the way they feel not because of how you think they look on you. Most people don’t think they look good in them, and then they don’t purchase them even though they look fine. It’s always a self image problem. You look better than most.”
Jaejoong flushed again, and Emily smiled and pushed him back into the small room and told him to try on the other one. This one was a little tighter in the chest. The top had thin shoulder straps, and the fabric was softer, a little clingy like a T-shirt. The skirt was a heavier lace pattern, so still sort of see-through, but not as much. Jaejoong loved it as well.
“I like this one too. More of a lounge wear than a sex wear.”
Jaejoong bit his lip but he nodded. “It’s really comfortable. Surprisingly.”
“Yes, and--” She snapped her fingers. “If you’re going for really sexy. Just a second.” She left Jaejoong there, her boots clicking across the floor. Jaejoong looked down at himself, running his hands down to his hips.
Would Max really like this? He hoped so. Jaejoong actually liked it.
He wondered if Changmin liked this sort of thing, but it was way too soon to tell him. Even if they ended up fucking the next day (which Jaejoong surely hoped), it was too soon to tell him about kinks. They hadn’t even kissed yet! He definitely planned on changing that on Sunday. He was going to get a kiss and maybe even get on his knees. A blowjob wasn’t technically sex, right?
“This one isn’t black, but it’s the only one of the style I have that is your size.” She held up something that looked more like rope and bands than clothes.
Jaejoong’s eyes went a little wide. “How do I even ...”
“I’ll help you out, take this one off.”
Jaejoong almost protested and then said, “Fuck it.” It’s not like the little babydolls actually kept anything covered.
The new one was a dark purple, almost the color of one of this dildos. The only secure part of it was a thick band of purple that settled and tied at his waist. The ties were made of smooth rope, as was the rest of the baby doll. The skirt was only rope diamonds with a piece of rope dangling down around his thighs. It was connected to the top with straight purple bands that followed the curve of his waist and sides, leaving a whole lot of space between each that was nothing but skin. The top was more rope diamonds, rubbing too tight, but framing his nipples, and the straps over his shoulders were also ropes.
The purple did match the purple flowers of his tattoo.
“This is insane,” Jaejoong said, filling his cock throb in his underwear.
Emily laughed. “It’s amazing what we do for our lovers, isn’t it? Do you like this one too?”
Jaejoong nodded.
“It’s on sale, but if you buy the two black ones, I’ll just give you this one.”
Jaejoong swallowed roughly and said, “O-okay. Can you ... can you do me a favor?”
“Of course.”
“I want ... I want to send h-him a picture.”
She laughed. “Of this one?”
“The second one,” he said, still blushing madly.
“Sure thing. Your boyfriend is a lucky, lucky man. But really, you need a picture of this one too.”
Jaejoong spent the next few minutes flushing madly as Emily took almost too many pictures of him. Most he definitely wouldn’t use because they showed his face.
But there was one of him in the first babydoll that showed him from shoulders to feet, with his hands on his own ass over the skirt that he really really liked. It really did frame his tattoo perfectly.
“You’re a beautiful man, Kim Jaejoong,” Emily said after she had rung up his purchases. “Your boyfriend is very lucky.”
“Thank ... thank you.”
“I get new merchandise in every three months or so, in case you want to come back. You can call and set up an appointment, and just like today, I’ll make sure the store is closed so you can have some privacy.”
“Thank you so much.”
Jaejoong left the little store in a much happier and more confident mood. He waited until he was on the train, his brown nondescript bag next to him, and then checked his messages. He had one from Maximizer: When it comes to you, babydoll, there is no such thing as down time. I am always ready.
Jaejoong smiled and sent Maximizer one of the pictures. He only said For you.
He leaned back against the seat and shut his eyes, smiling lightly.
There was no reply by the time he got home, but Max hadn’t opened the message yet either, so Jaejoong decided to try on the babydolls again, this time with a mirror.
Emily was right. He looked fucking amazing.
The black lacy one was his favorite, and without his underwear, he saw just how perfect the skirt fell against his ass. The lace band barely brushed about halfway down his ass. It was going to look perfect with his flashing light plug sticking from his bum. God. His cock was hard and tenting the skirt a little, but not too much. He was suddenly glad he had a smaller dick. He spun around a little bit.
Fuck it. There was no way he was going to have these sexy things in his house and not play with himself. He had no self-discipline.
He really did have to give his ass a break, so instead of something big and wide, he chose the short strand of anal beads. Just five beads, about the size of ping pong balls, each one of them connected with a string. They were black, too. He scooted in close to this camera, checking the angle. And then he hit record and dumped a bunch of lube on his cleft to put the beads in.
At this angle, it wasn’t immediately apparent that he was wearing the babydoll. He slipped them around his slick entrance and then pushed them in, one at a time. With four in, he grabbed the ring at the end and popped them back out, moaning out loud. He rubbed one bead around his entrance before pushing it in, and then did another, and another. He shoved all five inside him, and then tugged a the ring sticking out of his ass. He let it go and then moved his body, whimpering at the feel of them moving inside him.
“God, that feels so good.” And then he moved away from the camera, enough to show that he was wearing a babydoll.
“I saw a lot of comments about wanting to see me with beaded dildos or more anal beads. I didn’t have time to go buy some. But I did have a special request to be pretty and wear my namesake. I decided to grant it. What do you guys think? Do you like seeing me dressed up in a babydoll?”
Jaejoong turned around on his knees, so he could show off the front and back. He moaned at the way the beads moved inside him, and he stopped sideways to show how his cock was tenting the little skirt. He moved the computer next to show the entire thing off, stopping just above his nipples and spanning over his chest and stomach. The babydoll showed off his bellybutton and tattoo perfectly.
“Maybe I’ll get a navel piercing. What do you think? I think it could be useful if I got a cock ring with a loop on it. Connect the two and tug on them while I fuck myself with a thick dildo?”
Jaejoong put the computer down and gripped his cock that was not hidden by the sheer fabric. He pumped it a few times, and then flipped the skirt up to keep pumping. He teased himself, and then moved again, laying down, legs spread, ass propped up so that the ring in between his asscheeks was still visible. The angle wasn’t quite right, so Jaejoong changed it, just enough to see his lower back and ass in the lingerie. And then he humped the bed, spreading his ass open, jerking his hips forward.
“Want to rub one out just like this,” he gasped, “against a firm thigh, against another cock.”
He moaned, stilled his hips, and lifted his ass in the air to jerk himself off. He didn’t stop, just a fast rush to an orgasm. It was Changmin’s body in his mind, Changmin’s thigh between his, Changmin’s whispers of telling him he was beautiful. At the brink of his orgasm, he had just enough mental capacity to not shout Changmin’s name, and then we was coming, making a mess all over his bed, and he hoped, not all over the skirt of the new babydoll.
His moans echoed around him, and he felt his ass pulsing. With a bit of a shift, he started the process of popping the beads out of his ass. Each once stretched him open and had him shaking through a zap of pleasure. He stopped at the last one, with it still in his body, and then reached around himself to tug and play with it more.
Finally he pulled it out and kept his body relaxed. He was gaping again, though not as widely and it was easy to tighten himself back up some.
“And now I need a dick inside me. I want one, I want a dildo, but I am ... still sore. God. My ass is so red. So fucked and stretched. I guess it isn’t too bad. I think ... What do you guys think?” And Jaejoong pushed the beads back inside himself. “I’m not doing anything until later in the day. I think I’ll just keep these in here, and wear this pretty new outfit until I have to leave my apartment.”
And he stopped the recording. Before doing anything else, he cleaned himself up and frowned at the single splash of come on the skirt. Oh well, Emily had said to handwash them. That would be easy. He pulled it off and slipped on the more comfortable one on instead. He took a few pictures, showing off the ring still sticking out of his ass.
Jaejoong glanced around his apartment and sighed. He had been neglecting it the last few days, but with good reason. He was so fucking horny. He didn’t want to get dressed or do anything, so like he said on the recording, he left the beads inside him as he moved around his apartment to clean up. The beads rolled and moved inside him through the afternoon, stealing his breath when he bent down to pick something up or when he tried to lean over the counter to wash the dishes. God, he was so fucking full. And stupid. This was almost three days in a row of fucking himself open too much.
It was all Max’s fault.
Jaejoong sighed and picked up his computer from the room and took it to the kitchen. He set it on the counter and then tilted it to the right angle to get his ass in the shot and his cock and balls hanging between his spread legs, but not much else. He was so fucking hard. Still. He started recording and decided to kink things up just a tiny bit.
“I really need to not do this right now ... fuck, my ass his so fucked right now.”
But Jaejoong did not have much in the way of self discipline. He grabbed one of his wooden spoons, and twisted enough that he could slap it against his own ass.
“I need someone to discipline me when I get out of control like this. Fuck.” He didn’t say anything else, just smacking his ass and thighs with the spoon until there were bright red circles on his skin. His cock was throbbing and dripping precome to the floor. He pushed two of the beads from his ass, and used the spoon to flick them. The ones still in his ass moved and he moaned and whacked them a little harder.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He dropped the spoon and it clattered on the floor. He gripped his cock, yanking it down and jerked himself off. Another bead fell out of him, and he used his other hand to push them all back in and then yank them all out. They fell to the floor too. He lowered his hips, bent his knees and used one hand to finish himself off and the other to run his fingers around his rim and inside him.
The cries as his orgasm hit were loud in the kitchen, echoing for a long time, or that was just his head, the throbbing and pulsing fading through the whooshing of his pleasure. He pulled himself back up, laying his chest on the cool countertop of his island.
“Fuck. I am so ... fucking horny for a dick. Maybe I’ll stop making a video everyday if I actually had a dick and some come inside me.”
After a few minutes he was able to calm down and actually move. He stopped the recording, bent down and moaned at the ache in his body. But that didn’t stop him from pushing the beads back inside himself, shaking in pleasure as more come pulsed from his dick. God, he made a mess. Shaking, he cleaned up the come all over the counter and floor, and then went to his bedroom. Instead of editing it and posting it like he normally would, he just closed the computer and crawled into his bed to relax and take a nap before his shift at work. He loved the way the afternoon light played against his skin, so he used his cellphone to take pictures of his ass and the way the babydoll fit his body.
When he went to send a couple to Max, Jaejoong noticed that there was finally a message from him. Holy fuck, babydoll. You are gorgeous, precious, delicious, so ... just ... perfect. God, I want you.
And there was a picture, of Max’s dick, open and on display from a pair of slacks. He was covered in come.
I had to jerk off at my desk. That was the fastest I have ever come. You are amazing.
Jaejoong sent him a reply back with the picture he just took. I got more than one babydoll. ;)
The reply was immediate. Fuck. Are you going to post a video?
That depends on you. It was your idea. Do you want me to share it with everyone else?
If you’re going to give me that option, then I’m never going to share you with anyone else again. So it’s your decision, not mine.
Jaejoong bit his lower lip. This is why he liked Max so much. Max knew he was just a customer. Max knew he didn’t have a claim on babydoll. I sort of feel guilty now that I want to post it.
Which means you already made one. You kinky little slut. God, I love you. Post it. I want to see it. I know how much you get off on knowing how many men get off on you getting off. Wow. Make sense of that. Post it. I want to see what delicious toy you used while you were wearing that sexy babydoll. God, babydoll, you’re sexy.
Jaejoong flushed bright red and hid his face for a long time before he could open his eyes and look at the screen. And another notification.
And well, fuck. I do love you, you know I do. But it’s ... we ... I don’t know what to say after that.
Jaejoong did not know how to reply to that, so he didn’t and instead got the video ready to upload. Before he uploaded it, he tried to think of a reply to Max.
That had almost been too personal. Too emotional. Too ... well, a lot of things. It was the closest confession of feelings that Max had ever said to him. Once again, Jaejoong had to fight the urge to just give Max his phone number. He had to remember that Max could end up being an abusive asshole. He highly doubted it, but that was always in the back of his mind. He wanted to tell Max that he loved him too, but again, he loved this persona. He had no idea who Max really was.
I know you love babydoll. It’s the rest of me that ... well ... maybe one day? Right? He also sent another picture of him from the store, one in the purple babydoll that barely covered anything. He was partially bent over with his bum and thighs tight, and his tattoo on display under the ropes.
Max’s reply came after Jaejoong had posted the new video. Maybe one day I’ll get to peel those cute undies off you. You are so adorable. I may have to leave work early and jerk myself raw. God, that video. You are so sexy. It’s a lethal combination. Cute and Kinky. Fuck.
Jaejoong blushed a brighter red and flung his phone away from himself before he could break his No Contacting Customers! rule and beg Max to fuck him now while his body was sore and stretched and his asshole was just waiting for a dick to fill it.
Part 4: Three Truths
Part 2: Three Dates
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 3:
SATURDAY
Jaejoong wanted something inside him. He needed it. He didn’t often go more than two days without fucking himself. He didn’t always record it, but he always had at least one toy inside him. But he also didn’t want to look well-fucked and sore when he seduced Changmin on Sunday.
It was so hard to refrain, especially when Maximizer sent him a video.
An actual video.
Jaejoong hadn’t even had his coffee yet, but his eyes were wide, his heart racing.
There was a small caption: In the spirit of fair play, this is for you.
It was only about thirty seconds, and just of his lap, his hand flying over his cock. Lube glistened in the dim light from a lamp. There was no sound. It was just long enough to see Max tensing, see his balls tighten up, see the vein in his cock pulse, and his stomach muscles jerk. The last ten seconds was of him coming, spurting out a thick pulse onto his chest and then thick strips of it all over his stomach. His hand slowed, and his release dripped from the tip and then curled over his knuckles. He squeezed himself and another eager drop shot from him, and his entire body shuddered. Curling his palm over the head, Max spread his release all the way down his shaft and then cupped his balls with his dirty hand.
God, Jaejoong wanted to taste.
The video restarted, and Jaejoong’s resolve shattered.
With the video on repeat, Jaejoong was coming in less than five loops. He lay on his bed, shuddering with his own desire, feeling his body clench tight and eager.
Yeah, Shim Changmin was going to fuck him no matter what. There was no way Jaejoong was going to wait.
He sent Max a picture of himself covered in come and the caption of What is the downtime on that thing, because after I get done licking it clean, I’m going to want to ride it.
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Jaejoong had been bright red from the moment he stepped off the subway and into the slightly shady shopping district. He’d done some research on the best place to find a cute babydoll. One store had said in its advert, “all your secret fetish needs” and Jaejoong figured it was the best place.
The windows were covered with black with no merchandise on display, but there were words, explaining what they sold. The Open sign sort of looked like a dick, and Jaejoong blushed brighter red and hurried into the store.
It wasn’t pink like he was expecting. The black decor continued on the inside, but there were splashes of color all over the wall. The lady in the middle of the store smiled over at him and said welcome.
Jaejoong sort of bowed.
The lady hung up what was in her hands (something with more buckles than Jaejoong knew what to do with) and walked over to him. She wore thigh-high boots with a large heel, fishnets, booty shorts and something that was sort of a top but her bright green bra was visible behind the sheer material. She wasn’t Korean, and her blond hair was short and spiky with the tips dyed purple.
“How can I help you?”
Jaejoong blushed and said, “I need ... oh god ... for my ... girl-girlfriend--”
“You mean for you?” she said, with an eyebrow raised.
Jaejoong spluttered but didn’t actually deny it.
The woman laughed. “Don’t be embarrassed. Just a moment.” She went to the front of the door and turned off the open sign, showed him a sign that said, “I’ll be back in a half hour” and put it on the outside of the door. And then she locked the door.
“There. Privacy. Now. What do you need?”
Jaejoong swallowed roughly and whispered, “A babydoll.”
She smiled widely. “You are going to look amazing in one. What’s your name, gorgeous?”
“Kim Jaejoong.” He bowed again.
“I’m Emily. So a babydoll. What color?”
“He ... he said, black lace.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Sort ... sort of.”
She chuckled. “All right. Black lace. I’m going to measure you, though you look about a medium size.”
Jaejoong followed her instructions with taking off his sweater. She measured over the tight T-shirt he wore, babbling on about how pretty the black would be against his skin, and then shuffled him over to a rack full of things that were barely material and full of lace. She picked out two, saw the look on his face, and laughed.
“Don’t worry, Kim Jaejoong-shi. This is going to look amazing on you.”
She led the way to a changing room. “You can keep your underwear on or take them off. I won’t mind either way.” She winked at him and pushed him into the small enclosure, pulling the curtain closed. “I’ll help you if you need me to, but they should just slide over your shoulders.”
Jaejoong’s hands shook and he had to take a few deep breaths before he undressed. There were no mirrors in the room, which surprisingly made this easier. But then he remembered that he was wearing his bright pink Hello Kitty briefs. He hadn’t known he’d actually be trying these things on when he got dressed that morning.
But Emily was cool. She wasn’t judging him. He took heart in that and slipped the first choice over his head. It slithered down his body in a soft caress that had him sighing in delight. God, it felt good against his skin. The skirt was sheer with a lacy hem that brushed just at the top curve of his ass. The middle was again sheer, framed by a thick band of lace at his hips and just below his ribs. The top was only lace with a deep vee showing off his breastbone and thin black shoulder straps. The lace sort of itched, but the rest of it felt amazing. He twisted trying to catch a glimpse of himself.
“So?” Emily said. “You went really quiet.”
“I ... I like it.”
“Let me see. Don’t be embarrassed, I see these things every single day.” She flung the curtain aside and Jaejoong meeped and tried to cross his arms over his chest. She only laughed at him and said, “Really. You are definitely not the first man to be here to try these on. Come on.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes and lowered his arms.
Emily whistled. “Pretty pretty. Spin around.”
Jaejoong did, smiling a little at the way the fabric clung to him.
“Gorgeous tattoo,” she said. “You can’t see it, but it’s perfectly visible under the sheer fabric and framed by the lace.”
“Why ... why don’t you have mirrors?”
“Because people are self-conscious. You should wear these things because you like the way they feel not because of how you think they look on you. Most people don’t think they look good in them, and then they don’t purchase them even though they look fine. It’s always a self image problem. You look better than most.”
Jaejoong flushed again, and Emily smiled and pushed him back into the small room and told him to try on the other one. This one was a little tighter in the chest. The top had thin shoulder straps, and the fabric was softer, a little clingy like a T-shirt. The skirt was a heavier lace pattern, so still sort of see-through, but not as much. Jaejoong loved it as well.
“I like this one too. More of a lounge wear than a sex wear.”
Jaejoong bit his lip but he nodded. “It’s really comfortable. Surprisingly.”
“Yes, and--” She snapped her fingers. “If you’re going for really sexy. Just a second.” She left Jaejoong there, her boots clicking across the floor. Jaejoong looked down at himself, running his hands down to his hips.
Would Max really like this? He hoped so. Jaejoong actually liked it.
He wondered if Changmin liked this sort of thing, but it was way too soon to tell him. Even if they ended up fucking the next day (which Jaejoong surely hoped), it was too soon to tell him about kinks. They hadn’t even kissed yet! He definitely planned on changing that on Sunday. He was going to get a kiss and maybe even get on his knees. A blowjob wasn’t technically sex, right?
“This one isn’t black, but it’s the only one of the style I have that is your size.” She held up something that looked more like rope and bands than clothes.
Jaejoong’s eyes went a little wide. “How do I even ...”
“I’ll help you out, take this one off.”
Jaejoong almost protested and then said, “Fuck it.” It’s not like the little babydolls actually kept anything covered.
The new one was a dark purple, almost the color of one of this dildos. The only secure part of it was a thick band of purple that settled and tied at his waist. The ties were made of smooth rope, as was the rest of the baby doll. The skirt was only rope diamonds with a piece of rope dangling down around his thighs. It was connected to the top with straight purple bands that followed the curve of his waist and sides, leaving a whole lot of space between each that was nothing but skin. The top was more rope diamonds, rubbing too tight, but framing his nipples, and the straps over his shoulders were also ropes.
The purple did match the purple flowers of his tattoo.
“This is insane,” Jaejoong said, filling his cock throb in his underwear.
Emily laughed. “It’s amazing what we do for our lovers, isn’t it? Do you like this one too?”
Jaejoong nodded.
“It’s on sale, but if you buy the two black ones, I’ll just give you this one.”
Jaejoong swallowed roughly and said, “O-okay. Can you ... can you do me a favor?”
“Of course.”
“I want ... I want to send h-him a picture.”
She laughed. “Of this one?”
“The second one,” he said, still blushing madly.
“Sure thing. Your boyfriend is a lucky, lucky man. But really, you need a picture of this one too.”
Jaejoong spent the next few minutes flushing madly as Emily took almost too many pictures of him. Most he definitely wouldn’t use because they showed his face.
But there was one of him in the first babydoll that showed him from shoulders to feet, with his hands on his own ass over the skirt that he really really liked. It really did frame his tattoo perfectly.
“You’re a beautiful man, Kim Jaejoong,” Emily said after she had rung up his purchases. “Your boyfriend is very lucky.”
“Thank ... thank you.”
“I get new merchandise in every three months or so, in case you want to come back. You can call and set up an appointment, and just like today, I’ll make sure the store is closed so you can have some privacy.”
“Thank you so much.”
Jaejoong left the little store in a much happier and more confident mood. He waited until he was on the train, his brown nondescript bag next to him, and then checked his messages. He had one from Maximizer: When it comes to you, babydoll, there is no such thing as down time. I am always ready.
Jaejoong smiled and sent Maximizer one of the pictures. He only said For you.
He leaned back against the seat and shut his eyes, smiling lightly.
There was no reply by the time he got home, but Max hadn’t opened the message yet either, so Jaejoong decided to try on the babydolls again, this time with a mirror.
Emily was right. He looked fucking amazing.
The black lacy one was his favorite, and without his underwear, he saw just how perfect the skirt fell against his ass. The lace band barely brushed about halfway down his ass. It was going to look perfect with his flashing light plug sticking from his bum. God. His cock was hard and tenting the skirt a little, but not too much. He was suddenly glad he had a smaller dick. He spun around a little bit.
Fuck it. There was no way he was going to have these sexy things in his house and not play with himself. He had no self-discipline.
He really did have to give his ass a break, so instead of something big and wide, he chose the short strand of anal beads. Just five beads, about the size of ping pong balls, each one of them connected with a string. They were black, too. He scooted in close to this camera, checking the angle. And then he hit record and dumped a bunch of lube on his cleft to put the beads in.
At this angle, it wasn’t immediately apparent that he was wearing the babydoll. He slipped them around his slick entrance and then pushed them in, one at a time. With four in, he grabbed the ring at the end and popped them back out, moaning out loud. He rubbed one bead around his entrance before pushing it in, and then did another, and another. He shoved all five inside him, and then tugged a the ring sticking out of his ass. He let it go and then moved his body, whimpering at the feel of them moving inside him.
“God, that feels so good.” And then he moved away from the camera, enough to show that he was wearing a babydoll.
“I saw a lot of comments about wanting to see me with beaded dildos or more anal beads. I didn’t have time to go buy some. But I did have a special request to be pretty and wear my namesake. I decided to grant it. What do you guys think? Do you like seeing me dressed up in a babydoll?”
Jaejoong turned around on his knees, so he could show off the front and back. He moaned at the way the beads moved inside him, and he stopped sideways to show how his cock was tenting the little skirt. He moved the computer next to show the entire thing off, stopping just above his nipples and spanning over his chest and stomach. The babydoll showed off his bellybutton and tattoo perfectly.
“Maybe I’ll get a navel piercing. What do you think? I think it could be useful if I got a cock ring with a loop on it. Connect the two and tug on them while I fuck myself with a thick dildo?”
Jaejoong put the computer down and gripped his cock that was not hidden by the sheer fabric. He pumped it a few times, and then flipped the skirt up to keep pumping. He teased himself, and then moved again, laying down, legs spread, ass propped up so that the ring in between his asscheeks was still visible. The angle wasn’t quite right, so Jaejoong changed it, just enough to see his lower back and ass in the lingerie. And then he humped the bed, spreading his ass open, jerking his hips forward.
“Want to rub one out just like this,” he gasped, “against a firm thigh, against another cock.”
He moaned, stilled his hips, and lifted his ass in the air to jerk himself off. He didn’t stop, just a fast rush to an orgasm. It was Changmin’s body in his mind, Changmin’s thigh between his, Changmin’s whispers of telling him he was beautiful. At the brink of his orgasm, he had just enough mental capacity to not shout Changmin’s name, and then we was coming, making a mess all over his bed, and he hoped, not all over the skirt of the new babydoll.
His moans echoed around him, and he felt his ass pulsing. With a bit of a shift, he started the process of popping the beads out of his ass. Each once stretched him open and had him shaking through a zap of pleasure. He stopped at the last one, with it still in his body, and then reached around himself to tug and play with it more.
Finally he pulled it out and kept his body relaxed. He was gaping again, though not as widely and it was easy to tighten himself back up some.
“And now I need a dick inside me. I want one, I want a dildo, but I am ... still sore. God. My ass is so red. So fucked and stretched. I guess it isn’t too bad. I think ... What do you guys think?” And Jaejoong pushed the beads back inside himself. “I’m not doing anything until later in the day. I think I’ll just keep these in here, and wear this pretty new outfit until I have to leave my apartment.”
And he stopped the recording. Before doing anything else, he cleaned himself up and frowned at the single splash of come on the skirt. Oh well, Emily had said to handwash them. That would be easy. He pulled it off and slipped on the more comfortable one on instead. He took a few pictures, showing off the ring still sticking out of his ass.
Jaejoong glanced around his apartment and sighed. He had been neglecting it the last few days, but with good reason. He was so fucking horny. He didn’t want to get dressed or do anything, so like he said on the recording, he left the beads inside him as he moved around his apartment to clean up. The beads rolled and moved inside him through the afternoon, stealing his breath when he bent down to pick something up or when he tried to lean over the counter to wash the dishes. God, he was so fucking full. And stupid. This was almost three days in a row of fucking himself open too much.
It was all Max’s fault.
Jaejoong sighed and picked up his computer from the room and took it to the kitchen. He set it on the counter and then tilted it to the right angle to get his ass in the shot and his cock and balls hanging between his spread legs, but not much else. He was so fucking hard. Still. He started recording and decided to kink things up just a tiny bit.
“I really need to not do this right now ... fuck, my ass his so fucked right now.”
But Jaejoong did not have much in the way of self discipline. He grabbed one of his wooden spoons, and twisted enough that he could slap it against his own ass.
“I need someone to discipline me when I get out of control like this. Fuck.” He didn’t say anything else, just smacking his ass and thighs with the spoon until there were bright red circles on his skin. His cock was throbbing and dripping precome to the floor. He pushed two of the beads from his ass, and used the spoon to flick them. The ones still in his ass moved and he moaned and whacked them a little harder.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He dropped the spoon and it clattered on the floor. He gripped his cock, yanking it down and jerked himself off. Another bead fell out of him, and he used his other hand to push them all back in and then yank them all out. They fell to the floor too. He lowered his hips, bent his knees and used one hand to finish himself off and the other to run his fingers around his rim and inside him.
The cries as his orgasm hit were loud in the kitchen, echoing for a long time, or that was just his head, the throbbing and pulsing fading through the whooshing of his pleasure. He pulled himself back up, laying his chest on the cool countertop of his island.
“Fuck. I am so ... fucking horny for a dick. Maybe I’ll stop making a video everyday if I actually had a dick and some come inside me.”
After a few minutes he was able to calm down and actually move. He stopped the recording, bent down and moaned at the ache in his body. But that didn’t stop him from pushing the beads back inside himself, shaking in pleasure as more come pulsed from his dick. God, he made a mess. Shaking, he cleaned up the come all over the counter and floor, and then went to his bedroom. Instead of editing it and posting it like he normally would, he just closed the computer and crawled into his bed to relax and take a nap before his shift at work. He loved the way the afternoon light played against his skin, so he used his cellphone to take pictures of his ass and the way the babydoll fit his body.
When he went to send a couple to Max, Jaejoong noticed that there was finally a message from him. Holy fuck, babydoll. You are gorgeous, precious, delicious, so ... just ... perfect. God, I want you.
And there was a picture, of Max’s dick, open and on display from a pair of slacks. He was covered in come.
I had to jerk off at my desk. That was the fastest I have ever come. You are amazing.
Jaejoong sent him a reply back with the picture he just took. I got more than one babydoll. ;)
The reply was immediate. Fuck. Are you going to post a video?
That depends on you. It was your idea. Do you want me to share it with everyone else?
If you’re going to give me that option, then I’m never going to share you with anyone else again. So it’s your decision, not mine.
Jaejoong bit his lower lip. This is why he liked Max so much. Max knew he was just a customer. Max knew he didn’t have a claim on babydoll. I sort of feel guilty now that I want to post it.
Which means you already made one. You kinky little slut. God, I love you. Post it. I want to see it. I know how much you get off on knowing how many men get off on you getting off. Wow. Make sense of that. Post it. I want to see what delicious toy you used while you were wearing that sexy babydoll. God, babydoll, you’re sexy.
Jaejoong flushed bright red and hid his face for a long time before he could open his eyes and look at the screen. And another notification.
And well, fuck. I do love you, you know I do. But it’s ... we ... I don’t know what to say after that.
Jaejoong did not know how to reply to that, so he didn’t and instead got the video ready to upload. Before he uploaded it, he tried to think of a reply to Max.
That had almost been too personal. Too emotional. Too ... well, a lot of things. It was the closest confession of feelings that Max had ever said to him. Once again, Jaejoong had to fight the urge to just give Max his phone number. He had to remember that Max could end up being an abusive asshole. He highly doubted it, but that was always in the back of his mind. He wanted to tell Max that he loved him too, but again, he loved this persona. He had no idea who Max really was.
I know you love babydoll. It’s the rest of me that ... well ... maybe one day? Right? He also sent another picture of him from the store, one in the purple babydoll that barely covered anything. He was partially bent over with his bum and thighs tight, and his tattoo on display under the ropes.
Max’s reply came after Jaejoong had posted the new video. Maybe one day I’ll get to peel those cute undies off you. You are so adorable. I may have to leave work early and jerk myself raw. God, that video. You are so sexy. It’s a lethal combination. Cute and Kinky. Fuck.
Jaejoong blushed a brighter red and flung his phone away from himself before he could break his No Contacting Customers! rule and beg Max to fuck him now while his body was sore and stretched and his asshole was just waiting for a dick to fill it.
Part 4: Three Truths
Part 2: Three Dates
Part 1: Three Orgasms
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