babydoll 4/5?
Title: babydoll 4/5?
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 4:
A/N: i haven't even started writing the next part, and i'm trying to get the Harry monstrosity fic finished first. i have no idea when i'm going to update. probably closer to christmas. i am way busy before then. yay for christmas break!
SUNDAY
Jaejoong tried not to be too nervous at having Shim Changmin in his apartment. He had spent more time cleaning (both himself and the apartment). Jaejoong was ready for sex. He was so fucking horny and Max sending him dick pics and detailed descriptions of what he wanted to do to Jaejoong’s ass all night certainly did not help.
But hell, Jaejoong just hoped the he’d get a kiss today. Maybe something else. It was the first time they had been somewhere completely private.
He hoped Shim Changmin took advantage of that. Maybe after dinner.
“Do you want a drink? I have soju, wine, probably some beer. I think I even have something harder.”
“You aren’t old enough to drink yet,” Changmin muttered.
Jaejoong laughed. “Not in public technically. But I’m pretty. Most people just do what I want, including sell me alcohol.”
“Wine is fine,” Changmin said.
Jaejoong smiled over at him and then reached to his top shelf for a couple of wine glasses. It was a bit of an underhanded move because his jeans were rather loose, and his T-shirt a little tight, and he wasn’t wearing underwear. Jaejoong felt the T-shirt ride up his back and hoped that enough skin was showing to be tempting.
A sharp intake of breath behind him had him spinning around and almost dropping the delicate glassware. It managed to get on the counter without being harmed.
Changmin was staring at him. Mouth open, eyes wide. “No way.”
“What?” Jaejoong asked.
“No fucking way.” And then that look sank into something dark and angry, and Changmin stalked across the kitchen to him.
Jaejoong backed up with a little squeak. Not really in fear. He wasn’t afraid of Changmin, but the look on his face was not a happy one.
Changmin grabbed his arm, actually forcing him to turn around, and Jaejoong cried out, face pressed tight to the island by a firm hand on his neck and his arm wrenched behind his back. Jaejoong tried to break away, and Changmin pinned him with his hips, jarring Jaejoong’s body into the edge of the counter. His shirt was yanked up, and Jaejoong bucked back with another cry.
Changmin cursed and was gone, away from him, just as suddenly. He paced near the door.
Jaejoong fought back a sob, confused and hurt. He slowly stood up and opened his mouth to demand what that was about.
But Changmin beat him to it. “Fucking hell, that tattoo.”
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide.
“I’d know that tattoo anywhere. You’re babydoll. Fucking hell, you are actually babydoll.”
Jaejoong pressed his hand to the flowers tattooed on his waist.
“This is ... you’re only twenty, and ... babydoll has been ... for four years. You were sixteen!”
Jaejoong winced.
“I can’t ... I just ...” Changmin spun around and headed to the door.
“Wait, please, wait. Just ... let me explain.”
Changmin shook his head. “Don’t. Just don’t.” He didn’t say anything else as he put on his shoes and he opened the front door. He looked over at Jaejoong one more time and sort of smiled. “I knew you’d be breathtakingly beautiful, but ... fuck.”
And he left.
Jaejoong stared at the door in shock, his mind empty and going crazy at the same time. He felt tears on his face and then he was shaking and falling to the floor with a cry, face pressed against the lower cupboards and trying to breathe. He almost crawled to his bedroom, got undressed and let himself collapse on his bed and he cried.
Later, Jaejoong posted nothing more than a few-second video of him curled up with a pillow and crying. He was still naked, his ass to the camera, with his face covered. The damning tattoo almost shone in the light of his room. He posted the video with a caption of, “So now I don’t have a boyfriend. I may not be on for a few days.”
Jaejoong turned the computer off after uploading it, and he soaked in his tub for too many hours, and he ate all of the ice cream in his freezer.
He wasn’t sure what to do. Changmin knew who he was, but it’s not like Changmin could judge him because it had sounded like he was a fan, someone that watched his videos often. Someone that had only seen his tattoo once would not have remembered it in the way Changmin had. When Jaejoong had stretched to reach for the glasses, only an inch or two of the tattoo would have been visible.
So why had he left?
Jaejoong wasn’t sure.
Should he call him? Text him? Beg for ... what forgiveness? The chance to explain?
If he was a fan, he didn’t need to explain. As babydoll, Jaejoong had explained that he had done the website for the money.
Jaejoong wasn’t sure what to do.
When his phone rang, he was almost disappointed that it wasn’t Changmin.
He was surprised to see that it was Suwon.
“Hello?” Jaejoong whispered, voice almost cracking.
“Babydoll,” Suwon said, voice full of concern. “I saw your video. Are you okay?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Not really.”
“You were so happy this last week. Tell me what happened.”
Jaejoong sighed, and said, “He ... he knows. About me, about my site. He recognized my tattoo.”
“And he left you for that?”
“Yeah.”
“That makes no sense.”
Jaejoong nodded even though Suwon could not see him and then explained everything from the day he had met Changmin, not even a week ago. Except of course, he did not say Changmin’s name. He didn’t want to out him since he was a celebrity.
“He is probably just confused,” Suwon assured him. “You may have to call him. Maybe he doesn’t want to let real life and fantasy intersect. Maybe you just surprised him. Not everyone is going to react the way I did.”
Jaejoong laughed. “True. Not everyone is going to fling me to the floor and film themselves spanking me for not telling you sooner.”
“Exactly.”
Jaejoong settled on his bed, pillow curled in his arms. “I have to call him, don’t I?”
“Probably. I don’t think he will do it himself.”
“Yeah, probably not. So how are you?”
Suwon laughed. “Okay, babydoll. We’ll talk about me now.”
“Shut up, it’s been a long time. Did you find a baby?”
“Yes. He’s precious. I named him ‘pretty thing.’ I’ll text you a picture. He’s perfect for me.”
“I’m glad for you. Some days I miss you, but I mostly just miss your dick.”
“With all those toys you own, and you miss my dick?”
Jaejoong laughed. “It’s not the same thing.”
“Call this man now,” Suwon said, in his command voice that had Jaejoong shivering. “Well, after we’re done talking.”
Jaejoong promised.
---
But then he couldn’t. He had no idea what to say to Changmin. As the hours stretched on and Jaejoong couldn’t sleep, he opened his website. He had a lot of messages of support from his customers.
But not one from Maximizer, and Jaejoong frowned. Feeling creepy, he went into the analytics part of his website to see who had viewed the video. Maximizer had watched it. But ... then why hadn’t he left a message?
Jaejoong flung the laptop away from him.
But one problem at a time. Max might not know how to reassure him. He hadn’t said much after Suwon left either.
And with a wry smile, Jaejoong realized that Changmin was the same. He probably had no idea what to say to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong wasn’t sure either. He picked up his phone and went to Changmin’s number. He had no idea what to say, so he started with, I’m sorry. It’s kinda nice to meet a fan.
He sent it without thinking about it, and then realized that Changmin actually got to meet his fans and Jaejoong did not. No one knew he was babydoll.
A notification from his phone had him jumping in surprise. He had not expected a reply.
Do you do that often, meet fans for a fuck? Changmin asked.
No. Never. My identity is a secret.
I do not know how to deal with this.
Me neither.
His phone rang, and after a deep breath, Jaejoong answered it.
“I’m sorry I ran away,” Changmin whispered. “I just wasn’t sure how to handle that particular situation. I never ... I’ve always ...” He sighed.
Jaejoong waited for him to continue. He didn’t know what to say.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to meet you. I’d always dreamed that I’d just know it was you, right away. Even without seeing your face. There were a few times, when you would laugh or talk, that I thought you sounded familiar, but ...”
“I modify my voice a little bit on the videos,” Jaejoong said.
“You don’t need to apologize or explain. I can’t judge you for this at all. How hypocritical of me would that be when I have a platinum subscription to your site?”
“Platinum, huh?” Jaejoong smiled.
Changmin chuckled. “You’re gorgeous.”
That narrowed it down considerably. He dismissed the first name that passed through his mind because he wasn’t that lucky.
And then he remembered Shim Changmin’s catchphrase from the beginning of his career: “Maxin’ it up.”
Jaejoong sat up with a sudden shout, his heart thumping in his chest. Max hadn’t watched the video. Max had ... had watched it. But hadn’t replied.
“Figure it out?” Changmin said, voice soft with concern.
“Shit, fucking hell,” Jaejoong gasped. He had to lick his lips and swallow before he managed to whisper, “Maximizer?”
“That’s me.”
“Shit, fuck, that makes this so much easier.”
“What does that mean?”
Jaejoong cleared his throat. “Just ... it’s you ... and you’re not really a ... fuck ... I mean. I know you, or at least, most ... some of you ... I don't know I just ... hoped, god, never even thought to hope that ... I mean, I just ... this is impossible.”
“Not completely. I mean, you did know that I live in Seoul.”
“Yeah, but ... shit.”
“I’m still trying to come to terms with myself for jerking off to a sixteen-year-old kid, but ...”
“You didn’t know. It’s not your fault.”
“It’s yours. Full disclosure.”
“Yeah. I needed the money. I mean, I just ... it was right after I was on my own.”
“I remember ...” Changmin trailed off. “We talked about that a little, remember?”
“You are the one told me to start the site. I guess that means I owe you royalties.”
He chuckled. “I’ll take my payment in kisses, if you’re still willing.”
Jaejoong swallowed another lump in his throat and tried not to cry. “Are you still willing?”
“Of course. It’s late but ...”
Jaejoong inhaled sharply. “Do you want to come over?”
“I’m not sure I should.”
“I think you should.”
“I remember telling you once that I would do anything that you demanded of me.”
Jaejoong smiled widely. “Then I demand that you come over. Right now.”
Changmin laughed. “Yes, dear. I’ll be there in an hour.”
He hung up without saying goodbye, and Jaejoong didn’t care. He cried out in happiness and flung himself off the bed. One hour was just enough time for another deep cleansing and a shower. Just in case.
---
Jaejoong waited impatiently by the door, pacing a short circuit around the couch for a moment and then back to the door. He knew that Changmin was almost there, but it was just a matter of that knock on his door.
When it finally did come, Jaejoong jumped in surprise and hurried over to throw the bolts and open the door.
Changmin stood there with a small smile on his face. Dressed mostly like Jaejoong, loose jeans and a T-shirt. It was the first time he had seen Changmin dressed down, but it didn’t take away from the length of his legs or the width of his shoulders.
Jaejoong sort of whimpered, and Changmin stepped through the door. It shut behind him just as Changmin’s hands went to Jaejoong’s neck, thumbs light on his jaw, and he leaned down, and Jaejoong gripped his wrists and accepted the kiss, demanding his own. He slammed Changmin back against the closed door and deepened the kiss. Changmin moved his hands, sliding them down Jaejoong’s shoulders and back to his waist, hitching him closer, and Jaejoong gripped Changmin’s hair and moaned.
“God,” Changmin breathed against his lips. “I’ve been halfway in love with you for four years.”
Jaejoong swallowed roughly and nodded. He wasn’t able to actually talk, so he licked at Changmin’s mouth again and just kissed him.
It took many minutes for the kiss to slow, for the adrenalin to ebb, for the amazingness of it all to register in Jaejoong’s brain that he was actually kissing Maximizer88 and he was real and gorgeous and not a freak.
Jaejoong pulled away slowly, head spinning, body thrumming. Changmin’s hands ran up his back and under his T-shirt, pulling a heavy sigh from Jaejoong’s mouth. His eyes shut, mouth open, and Changmin sucked his lower lip into his mouth.
“You make me crazy,” Changmin said. “Dizzy.”
Jaejoong tried to breathe around the tightness in his chest, and he buried his face against Changmin’s neck, hands now clinging to the soft material of Changmin’s T-shirt. Changmin just breathed with him, holding him tighter, a warm hand on the skin of his lower back and the other pressing between his shoulder blades.
“God, I want to topple you to a bed, or the couch is closer, but just ... we need to talk about this.”
Jaejoong swallowed and nodded. “In a minute. Just ... just hold me. I ... can’t believe that ... I just ...” He lifted his head and said with a smile, “I’ve been halfway in love with you for four years.”
Changmin’s eyes shut and he whimpered into another kiss.
“I owe you a drink,” Jaejoong whispered.
Changmin nodded, his eyes still shut, and Jaejoong thought for a moment that he might cry.
“Go sit. I’ll bring a bottle of something.”
Changmin growled and held onto him tightly for a moment longer, and then took a deep breath and released him.
Jaejoong went into the kitchen to the bottle of wine and glasses, and Changmin went to his living room, sinking into the couch with a moan.
“You really have supported yourself well,” Changmin said. “I’m not sure where I’d be without the support of my family.”
Jaejoong hummed. “Well, I never really had it, so I was used to being alone. I learned to cook for myself, clean for myself, and I had my first job when I was thirteen.”
“I’m not really sure how anyone could treat you the way your family did.” Changmin met his eyes. “You’re way too pretty to ignore.”
Jaejoong smiled, blushing . “That was part of the problem. I have always been gay, just always known that from when I was young. And I couldn’t hide it. My father hated me for it.”
He handed Changmin a glass and then the bottle. Changmin easily pulled the cork from it and filled both of their glasses.
“What should we drink to?” Jaejoong asked, holding up the glass.
“New beginnings?”
“Lame,” Jaejoong said with a happy smile and he shifted closer to Changmin on the couch. “Pretty boys?”
Changmin ran a finger over his jaw. “Sure, and how about we add gaping assholes to that?”
Jaejoong laughed and knocked their glasses together. “Sounds delicious.”
They both drank a sip of the wine, and then Jaejoong set his glass on his coffee table and curled up against Changmin’s side, his feet tucked up under one of his bright green throw pillows. Changmin settled an arm around his shoulders and let his other hand slide over his thigh.
“I seriously cannot even believe this,” Changmin muttered with a soft kiss to Jaejoong’s forehead. “You’re ... just ... babydoll has always just been a dream. A beautiful, unattainable dream. I always wanted to beg to meet you, especially when I found out you lived in Seoul, too, but it wasn’t proper, and I didn’t want ... I didn’t want you to think I wanted only your body. The last few weeks have been ... surreal.”
Jaejoong nodded. “They’ve been the hardest. I’ve stopped myself almost every day from giving Maximizer my phone number.”
“I erased a lot of messages that I wrote to you telling you more about me, but I ... I don’t know. I just ... never wanted to really get my hopes up, and I noticed that you always ignored personal messages and mostly only replied to the ones about how pretty you are.”
Jaejoong flushed. “I like feeling pretty.”
Changmin chuckled. “And you don’t get personal with your customers. You’ve always said that.”
“To protect myself.”
“Which makes sense.”
Jaejoong leaned away for a moment to take a drink of wine. He felt dizzy, but it more from laying there with Maximizer88 than the alcohol.
“I’m sorry,” Changmin said, hands running through Jaejoong’s hair. “I caused you heartache and I should have just stayed and explained.”
“Maybe, but it’s okay. We both needed time to think about it.”
Changmin shifted and pulled Jaejoong closer until they were mostly lying on the couch instead of sitting.
“So now what?” Jaejoong asked.
“Well, you still owe me dinner, right?”
“Yes.”
“So when will you be free?”
“Not tomorrow, because I have class and work, but on Tuesday, I’m free before six. You can come over for lunch.”
“Okay. I’ll do that. I’ll take a long lunch. And tonight?”
“This morning?”
“Yeah. What happens now?”
Jaejoong smiled and then made a decision. He pulled away from Changmin’s arms and downed his wine, hyper aware of Changmin’s warm hand on his lower back.
“What time do you need to be awake?” Jaejoong asked, standing.
“Probably too soon.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Same with me. Let’s go take a nap.” He held out a hand.
Changmin smiled and nodded. “That sounds amazing.”
“I’ve been wanting to curl up in a bed with you since that picture you sent me of your back last week.”
Changmin took his hand and stood up, pausing just long enough to press a kiss to his lips. He took the wine bottle back to the kitchen.
Jaejoong led the way to his bedroom, and the two of them prepared for bed. Jaejoong found a spare toothbrush for him, and a clean towel so Changmin could wash his face. While he did that, Jaejoong went to the bed. He wasn’t really sure what to sleep in. He usually slept naked, and knew that Changmin wouldn’t mind that, but he was also pretty sure that neither one of them would sleep if he slept naked. Earlier he had not worn underwear, but now he did, slipping off his jeans and pulling on a loose pair of red boxerbriefs. He kept the white T-shirt on too.
Jaejoong opened his computer to check his messages. There were a lot more giving him support and love, and still a few creepy guys talking about how they’d tie Jaejoong down and keep him and never let him get his heart broken again. God, men were weird.
The bed dipped next to him and lips touched his neck.
“You should post something,” Changmin said, arm snaking around his waist.
Jaejoong frowned. “Huh?”
“They worry about you. I’m sure I’m not the only one that hurts when you hurt.”
Jaejoong turned and leaned away from him. “And exactly what should I post?”
Changmin smirked. “Well, I am not going to presume anything, but you did say that you no longer had a boyfriend. And before that, you did mention that you were seeing someone that might possibly be a boyfriend.”
Jaejoong huffed and turned away. “Yeah, so?”
“So I think you should let them know you’re okay. You were crying, and that hurt. The only time you should cry is when you’re being denied an orgasm.”
Jaejoong flushed pink and bit his lip against an embarrassing noise that stole from his throat anyway. “Are you saying I do have a boyfriend, Shim Changmin?”
Changmin kissed the back of his neck, hand sliding down the bare skin by his knee. “If you’re still willing.”
Jaejoong breathed deep and did his best to keep his erection under control. He was such a failure.
“Y-yeah,” he said. “Yeah. I’m still willing.”
Changmin pulled him close. “Good.”
Jaejoong did not give in to the temptation to just topple him to the bed. Not yet. He went to his video recording program, aware of Changmin watching him. After he hit record, he made sure that the angle of the shot was where he wanted it, mostly just enough to get the bed at the right angle, and then turned to Changmin with a grin.
“Kiss me.”
Changmin moaned and obeyed, a hand cupping Jaejoong’s cheek.
And this time, Jaejoong did not stop them from laying back, moving up on the bed. With Changmin hovering over him and their lips together, bodies rocking and moans twisting through the room. Jaejoong let himself slide his hands down Changmin’s back and to his ass, gripping him through the tight jeans he wore.
“Fuck, I cannot control myself knowing that you’re recording this,” Changmin gasped.
Jaejoong laughed. “Is that a good thing?”
“Shit, such a good thing, but we’re supposed to be sleeping.”
Jaejoong sighed. “In a minute. I just want to make out with you. No sex.”
“Not yet?”
“Maybe not with the camera rolling.”
“Why not?”
“Are you going to let me record that?”
Changmin moaned. “M-maybe.”
“Record the first time you finger me? Record the first time you press your huge dick inside me?”
“Oh god. Fuck.” Changmin’s kisses deepened and he pulled Jaejoong over and on top of him, and Jaejoong moaned, settling against him, rubbing against the erection straining in Changmin’s jeans. Changmin’s hands were on his ass again, sliding up under the leg of the boxers, and Jaejoong shivered as fingertips grazed his cleft and balls.
“Shit, I just ... We ... not now,” Changmin gasped. “We’re not ... it’s supposed to be gentle and romantic and I just want to slam you into this bed and fuck your asshole open.”
Jaejoong moaned. “Soon. Fuck. Just ...”
And Jaejoong meeped when Changmin suddenly tossed him away. He landed on the edge of the bed with a laugh, and Changmin lay on his back, chest heaving, arms to his side.
Jaejoong moved back to the computer and hit stop on the recording.
“There is no way I’m going to sleep next to you without doing sexy things to you, so ...” Changmin kissed his shoulder, a hand sliding around his chest. “I will be right back.”
Jaejoong laughed. “I’ll time you.”
“It never takes long when you’re my fantasy,” Changmin said and kissed his cheek. He slid off the bed, and Jaejoong watched him walk unsteadily out of the bedroom. A moment later, the bathroom door shut.
Jaejoong smiled and watched through the recording. The angle was perfect. Just enough to show their legs and their bums, but not their faces. There were a few slips of their faces, and Jaejoong edited them out. It was really hot to see him almost naked and Changmin still with jeans on, and Changmin’s hands sliding up his thighs to his ass. He added the sound filter to alter their voices, and increased the volume on their kissing.
The final video was only a few minutes. It had felt much longer than that when they were kissing.
Changmin came back into the bedroom just as Jaejoong started uploading it.
“God, you’re going to drive me insane,” he said and fell face first onto the bed.
Jaejoong laughed and crawled over to him and then over him, rubbing at his shoulders and back muscles. Changmin sighed, head turned to the side and supported on his arms. His eyes were shut. And he was smiling. That was good enough for Jaejoong.
“Just so there are no misunderstandings,” Jaejoong started. “Are you going to be okay with the videos? With the website?”
Changmin grunted. “Yes. Again, how hypocritical would I be if I said no? It was my idea.”
“Well, there’s a difference between watching them and being okay with your boyfriend having a homemade porn site to make money.”
“And how exactly am I going to fulfil the fantasy of fucking you on camera and knowing there are hundreds of men watching us if I wasn’t okay with that idea?”
Jaejoong laughed and said, “Good.”
His computer made a noise, signalling that the video was uploaded. He leaned down to kiss the back of Changmin’s neck and then moved to the computer. He played the short video just one more time to triple-check that neither his nor Changmin’s face had been shown. And then he posted it with this caption:
Thank you for all your messages of support. You guys always make me happy! Good news, though. It was just a misunderstanding, and all is well, and I am the proud owner of a super tall, super hot, super sexy boyfriend that does not mind fucking me on camera. And he has a huge dick. So there is that to look forward to. <3 <3 Always love, from your babydoll!
Jaejoong shut his computer down and closed it, pushing it onto the padded chest at the end of the bed. When he climbed onto the bed, Changmin was on his phone, smiling.
“God, it’s almost hotter on video,” he said.
Jaejoong chuckled. “Why do you think I like watching myself so much?” He squirmed his way under Changmin’s arms, his head against Changmin’s thigh.
Changmin showed Jaejoong his phone, and his comment as Maximizer88.
I’m glad that you are happy. You should always be happy. I am very much looking forward to your pretty hole stretched by an actual dick. <3
“Pervert,” Jaejoong mumbled against his stomach.
Changmin laughed. He pushed Jaejoong away. Jaejoong pouted, but let him get up because it was just long enough to put his phone on Jaejoong’s dresser, slip his jeans off, and turn off the lights.
Jaejoong moved up the bed and climbed under the covers. When Changmin joined him, he easily curled up with him. His chest was tight again with emotions and he tried not to cry just because he was so happy, overwhelmed and still in disbelief.
“Sleep well,” Changmin whispered.
Jaejoong hummed and knew that he would.
---
Jaejoong was out of sorts and confused when a strange beeping woke him up. His own alarm clock was set to the Hello Kitty theme song.
A body moved next to him, and Jaejoong smiled and tried to curl closer to Changmin.
Changmin grunted and said, “God, I hope you have a coffee machine.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “Don’t worry. I do. What time is it?”
“Seven. I have to be at the station at nine.”
Jaejoong moaned. “I have class at eleven.”
“Which class?”
“Physics.”
Changmin smirked. “Are you talking about friction and lubrication today? Because then you can skip and I can give you a practical lesson instead.”
Jaejoong moaned and said, “That was so cheesy.” But his body was throbbing, his ass clenching.
Changmin chuckled. “When are you working tonight?”
“I start at six,” he said, though it was broken off by a yawn.
“Go back to sleep,” Changmin said and ran his hand down Jaejoong’s shoulder. “I’m going to make myself coffee, probably take a shower, and see myself out. You should sleep as long as you can.”
Jaejoong wanted to protest, but he was already mostly back to sleep just from Changmin soothing deep voice and soft touches.
Part 5: Three More Orgasms
Part 3: Three babydolls
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 4:
A/N: i haven't even started writing the next part, and i'm trying to get the Harry monstrosity fic finished first. i have no idea when i'm going to update. probably closer to christmas. i am way busy before then. yay for christmas break!
SUNDAY
Jaejoong tried not to be too nervous at having Shim Changmin in his apartment. He had spent more time cleaning (both himself and the apartment). Jaejoong was ready for sex. He was so fucking horny and Max sending him dick pics and detailed descriptions of what he wanted to do to Jaejoong’s ass all night certainly did not help.
But hell, Jaejoong just hoped the he’d get a kiss today. Maybe something else. It was the first time they had been somewhere completely private.
He hoped Shim Changmin took advantage of that. Maybe after dinner.
“Do you want a drink? I have soju, wine, probably some beer. I think I even have something harder.”
“You aren’t old enough to drink yet,” Changmin muttered.
Jaejoong laughed. “Not in public technically. But I’m pretty. Most people just do what I want, including sell me alcohol.”
“Wine is fine,” Changmin said.
Jaejoong smiled over at him and then reached to his top shelf for a couple of wine glasses. It was a bit of an underhanded move because his jeans were rather loose, and his T-shirt a little tight, and he wasn’t wearing underwear. Jaejoong felt the T-shirt ride up his back and hoped that enough skin was showing to be tempting.
A sharp intake of breath behind him had him spinning around and almost dropping the delicate glassware. It managed to get on the counter without being harmed.
Changmin was staring at him. Mouth open, eyes wide. “No way.”
“What?” Jaejoong asked.
“No fucking way.” And then that look sank into something dark and angry, and Changmin stalked across the kitchen to him.
Jaejoong backed up with a little squeak. Not really in fear. He wasn’t afraid of Changmin, but the look on his face was not a happy one.
Changmin grabbed his arm, actually forcing him to turn around, and Jaejoong cried out, face pressed tight to the island by a firm hand on his neck and his arm wrenched behind his back. Jaejoong tried to break away, and Changmin pinned him with his hips, jarring Jaejoong’s body into the edge of the counter. His shirt was yanked up, and Jaejoong bucked back with another cry.
Changmin cursed and was gone, away from him, just as suddenly. He paced near the door.
Jaejoong fought back a sob, confused and hurt. He slowly stood up and opened his mouth to demand what that was about.
But Changmin beat him to it. “Fucking hell, that tattoo.”
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide.
“I’d know that tattoo anywhere. You’re babydoll. Fucking hell, you are actually babydoll.”
Jaejoong pressed his hand to the flowers tattooed on his waist.
“This is ... you’re only twenty, and ... babydoll has been ... for four years. You were sixteen!”
Jaejoong winced.
“I can’t ... I just ...” Changmin spun around and headed to the door.
“Wait, please, wait. Just ... let me explain.”
Changmin shook his head. “Don’t. Just don’t.” He didn’t say anything else as he put on his shoes and he opened the front door. He looked over at Jaejoong one more time and sort of smiled. “I knew you’d be breathtakingly beautiful, but ... fuck.”
And he left.
Jaejoong stared at the door in shock, his mind empty and going crazy at the same time. He felt tears on his face and then he was shaking and falling to the floor with a cry, face pressed against the lower cupboards and trying to breathe. He almost crawled to his bedroom, got undressed and let himself collapse on his bed and he cried.
Later, Jaejoong posted nothing more than a few-second video of him curled up with a pillow and crying. He was still naked, his ass to the camera, with his face covered. The damning tattoo almost shone in the light of his room. He posted the video with a caption of, “So now I don’t have a boyfriend. I may not be on for a few days.”
Jaejoong turned the computer off after uploading it, and he soaked in his tub for too many hours, and he ate all of the ice cream in his freezer.
He wasn’t sure what to do. Changmin knew who he was, but it’s not like Changmin could judge him because it had sounded like he was a fan, someone that watched his videos often. Someone that had only seen his tattoo once would not have remembered it in the way Changmin had. When Jaejoong had stretched to reach for the glasses, only an inch or two of the tattoo would have been visible.
So why had he left?
Jaejoong wasn’t sure.
Should he call him? Text him? Beg for ... what forgiveness? The chance to explain?
If he was a fan, he didn’t need to explain. As babydoll, Jaejoong had explained that he had done the website for the money.
Jaejoong wasn’t sure what to do.
When his phone rang, he was almost disappointed that it wasn’t Changmin.
He was surprised to see that it was Suwon.
“Hello?” Jaejoong whispered, voice almost cracking.
“Babydoll,” Suwon said, voice full of concern. “I saw your video. Are you okay?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Not really.”
“You were so happy this last week. Tell me what happened.”
Jaejoong sighed, and said, “He ... he knows. About me, about my site. He recognized my tattoo.”
“And he left you for that?”
“Yeah.”
“That makes no sense.”
Jaejoong nodded even though Suwon could not see him and then explained everything from the day he had met Changmin, not even a week ago. Except of course, he did not say Changmin’s name. He didn’t want to out him since he was a celebrity.
“He is probably just confused,” Suwon assured him. “You may have to call him. Maybe he doesn’t want to let real life and fantasy intersect. Maybe you just surprised him. Not everyone is going to react the way I did.”
Jaejoong laughed. “True. Not everyone is going to fling me to the floor and film themselves spanking me for not telling you sooner.”
“Exactly.”
Jaejoong settled on his bed, pillow curled in his arms. “I have to call him, don’t I?”
“Probably. I don’t think he will do it himself.”
“Yeah, probably not. So how are you?”
Suwon laughed. “Okay, babydoll. We’ll talk about me now.”
“Shut up, it’s been a long time. Did you find a baby?”
“Yes. He’s precious. I named him ‘pretty thing.’ I’ll text you a picture. He’s perfect for me.”
“I’m glad for you. Some days I miss you, but I mostly just miss your dick.”
“With all those toys you own, and you miss my dick?”
Jaejoong laughed. “It’s not the same thing.”
“Call this man now,” Suwon said, in his command voice that had Jaejoong shivering. “Well, after we’re done talking.”
Jaejoong promised.
---
But then he couldn’t. He had no idea what to say to Changmin. As the hours stretched on and Jaejoong couldn’t sleep, he opened his website. He had a lot of messages of support from his customers.
But not one from Maximizer, and Jaejoong frowned. Feeling creepy, he went into the analytics part of his website to see who had viewed the video. Maximizer had watched it. But ... then why hadn’t he left a message?
Jaejoong flung the laptop away from him.
But one problem at a time. Max might not know how to reassure him. He hadn’t said much after Suwon left either.
And with a wry smile, Jaejoong realized that Changmin was the same. He probably had no idea what to say to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong wasn’t sure either. He picked up his phone and went to Changmin’s number. He had no idea what to say, so he started with, I’m sorry. It’s kinda nice to meet a fan.
He sent it without thinking about it, and then realized that Changmin actually got to meet his fans and Jaejoong did not. No one knew he was babydoll.
A notification from his phone had him jumping in surprise. He had not expected a reply.
Do you do that often, meet fans for a fuck? Changmin asked.
No. Never. My identity is a secret.
I do not know how to deal with this.
Me neither.
His phone rang, and after a deep breath, Jaejoong answered it.
“I’m sorry I ran away,” Changmin whispered. “I just wasn’t sure how to handle that particular situation. I never ... I’ve always ...” He sighed.
Jaejoong waited for him to continue. He didn’t know what to say.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to meet you. I’d always dreamed that I’d just know it was you, right away. Even without seeing your face. There were a few times, when you would laugh or talk, that I thought you sounded familiar, but ...”
“I modify my voice a little bit on the videos,” Jaejoong said.
“You don’t need to apologize or explain. I can’t judge you for this at all. How hypocritical of me would that be when I have a platinum subscription to your site?”
“Platinum, huh?” Jaejoong smiled.
Changmin chuckled. “You’re gorgeous.”
That narrowed it down considerably. He dismissed the first name that passed through his mind because he wasn’t that lucky.
And then he remembered Shim Changmin’s catchphrase from the beginning of his career: “Maxin’ it up.”
Jaejoong sat up with a sudden shout, his heart thumping in his chest. Max hadn’t watched the video. Max had ... had watched it. But hadn’t replied.
“Figure it out?” Changmin said, voice soft with concern.
“Shit, fucking hell,” Jaejoong gasped. He had to lick his lips and swallow before he managed to whisper, “Maximizer?”
“That’s me.”
“Shit, fuck, that makes this so much easier.”
“What does that mean?”
Jaejoong cleared his throat. “Just ... it’s you ... and you’re not really a ... fuck ... I mean. I know you, or at least, most ... some of you ... I don't know I just ... hoped, god, never even thought to hope that ... I mean, I just ... this is impossible.”
“Not completely. I mean, you did know that I live in Seoul.”
“Yeah, but ... shit.”
“I’m still trying to come to terms with myself for jerking off to a sixteen-year-old kid, but ...”
“You didn’t know. It’s not your fault.”
“It’s yours. Full disclosure.”
“Yeah. I needed the money. I mean, I just ... it was right after I was on my own.”
“I remember ...” Changmin trailed off. “We talked about that a little, remember?”
“You are the one told me to start the site. I guess that means I owe you royalties.”
He chuckled. “I’ll take my payment in kisses, if you’re still willing.”
Jaejoong swallowed another lump in his throat and tried not to cry. “Are you still willing?”
“Of course. It’s late but ...”
Jaejoong inhaled sharply. “Do you want to come over?”
“I’m not sure I should.”
“I think you should.”
“I remember telling you once that I would do anything that you demanded of me.”
Jaejoong smiled widely. “Then I demand that you come over. Right now.”
Changmin laughed. “Yes, dear. I’ll be there in an hour.”
He hung up without saying goodbye, and Jaejoong didn’t care. He cried out in happiness and flung himself off the bed. One hour was just enough time for another deep cleansing and a shower. Just in case.
---
Jaejoong waited impatiently by the door, pacing a short circuit around the couch for a moment and then back to the door. He knew that Changmin was almost there, but it was just a matter of that knock on his door.
When it finally did come, Jaejoong jumped in surprise and hurried over to throw the bolts and open the door.
Changmin stood there with a small smile on his face. Dressed mostly like Jaejoong, loose jeans and a T-shirt. It was the first time he had seen Changmin dressed down, but it didn’t take away from the length of his legs or the width of his shoulders.
Jaejoong sort of whimpered, and Changmin stepped through the door. It shut behind him just as Changmin’s hands went to Jaejoong’s neck, thumbs light on his jaw, and he leaned down, and Jaejoong gripped his wrists and accepted the kiss, demanding his own. He slammed Changmin back against the closed door and deepened the kiss. Changmin moved his hands, sliding them down Jaejoong’s shoulders and back to his waist, hitching him closer, and Jaejoong gripped Changmin’s hair and moaned.
“God,” Changmin breathed against his lips. “I’ve been halfway in love with you for four years.”
Jaejoong swallowed roughly and nodded. He wasn’t able to actually talk, so he licked at Changmin’s mouth again and just kissed him.
It took many minutes for the kiss to slow, for the adrenalin to ebb, for the amazingness of it all to register in Jaejoong’s brain that he was actually kissing Maximizer88 and he was real and gorgeous and not a freak.
Jaejoong pulled away slowly, head spinning, body thrumming. Changmin’s hands ran up his back and under his T-shirt, pulling a heavy sigh from Jaejoong’s mouth. His eyes shut, mouth open, and Changmin sucked his lower lip into his mouth.
“You make me crazy,” Changmin said. “Dizzy.”
Jaejoong tried to breathe around the tightness in his chest, and he buried his face against Changmin’s neck, hands now clinging to the soft material of Changmin’s T-shirt. Changmin just breathed with him, holding him tighter, a warm hand on the skin of his lower back and the other pressing between his shoulder blades.
“God, I want to topple you to a bed, or the couch is closer, but just ... we need to talk about this.”
Jaejoong swallowed and nodded. “In a minute. Just ... just hold me. I ... can’t believe that ... I just ...” He lifted his head and said with a smile, “I’ve been halfway in love with you for four years.”
Changmin’s eyes shut and he whimpered into another kiss.
“I owe you a drink,” Jaejoong whispered.
Changmin nodded, his eyes still shut, and Jaejoong thought for a moment that he might cry.
“Go sit. I’ll bring a bottle of something.”
Changmin growled and held onto him tightly for a moment longer, and then took a deep breath and released him.
Jaejoong went into the kitchen to the bottle of wine and glasses, and Changmin went to his living room, sinking into the couch with a moan.
“You really have supported yourself well,” Changmin said. “I’m not sure where I’d be without the support of my family.”
Jaejoong hummed. “Well, I never really had it, so I was used to being alone. I learned to cook for myself, clean for myself, and I had my first job when I was thirteen.”
“I’m not really sure how anyone could treat you the way your family did.” Changmin met his eyes. “You’re way too pretty to ignore.”
Jaejoong smiled, blushing . “That was part of the problem. I have always been gay, just always known that from when I was young. And I couldn’t hide it. My father hated me for it.”
He handed Changmin a glass and then the bottle. Changmin easily pulled the cork from it and filled both of their glasses.
“What should we drink to?” Jaejoong asked, holding up the glass.
“New beginnings?”
“Lame,” Jaejoong said with a happy smile and he shifted closer to Changmin on the couch. “Pretty boys?”
Changmin ran a finger over his jaw. “Sure, and how about we add gaping assholes to that?”
Jaejoong laughed and knocked their glasses together. “Sounds delicious.”
They both drank a sip of the wine, and then Jaejoong set his glass on his coffee table and curled up against Changmin’s side, his feet tucked up under one of his bright green throw pillows. Changmin settled an arm around his shoulders and let his other hand slide over his thigh.
“I seriously cannot even believe this,” Changmin muttered with a soft kiss to Jaejoong’s forehead. “You’re ... just ... babydoll has always just been a dream. A beautiful, unattainable dream. I always wanted to beg to meet you, especially when I found out you lived in Seoul, too, but it wasn’t proper, and I didn’t want ... I didn’t want you to think I wanted only your body. The last few weeks have been ... surreal.”
Jaejoong nodded. “They’ve been the hardest. I’ve stopped myself almost every day from giving Maximizer my phone number.”
“I erased a lot of messages that I wrote to you telling you more about me, but I ... I don’t know. I just ... never wanted to really get my hopes up, and I noticed that you always ignored personal messages and mostly only replied to the ones about how pretty you are.”
Jaejoong flushed. “I like feeling pretty.”
Changmin chuckled. “And you don’t get personal with your customers. You’ve always said that.”
“To protect myself.”
“Which makes sense.”
Jaejoong leaned away for a moment to take a drink of wine. He felt dizzy, but it more from laying there with Maximizer88 than the alcohol.
“I’m sorry,” Changmin said, hands running through Jaejoong’s hair. “I caused you heartache and I should have just stayed and explained.”
“Maybe, but it’s okay. We both needed time to think about it.”
Changmin shifted and pulled Jaejoong closer until they were mostly lying on the couch instead of sitting.
“So now what?” Jaejoong asked.
“Well, you still owe me dinner, right?”
“Yes.”
“So when will you be free?”
“Not tomorrow, because I have class and work, but on Tuesday, I’m free before six. You can come over for lunch.”
“Okay. I’ll do that. I’ll take a long lunch. And tonight?”
“This morning?”
“Yeah. What happens now?”
Jaejoong smiled and then made a decision. He pulled away from Changmin’s arms and downed his wine, hyper aware of Changmin’s warm hand on his lower back.
“What time do you need to be awake?” Jaejoong asked, standing.
“Probably too soon.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Same with me. Let’s go take a nap.” He held out a hand.
Changmin smiled and nodded. “That sounds amazing.”
“I’ve been wanting to curl up in a bed with you since that picture you sent me of your back last week.”
Changmin took his hand and stood up, pausing just long enough to press a kiss to his lips. He took the wine bottle back to the kitchen.
Jaejoong led the way to his bedroom, and the two of them prepared for bed. Jaejoong found a spare toothbrush for him, and a clean towel so Changmin could wash his face. While he did that, Jaejoong went to the bed. He wasn’t really sure what to sleep in. He usually slept naked, and knew that Changmin wouldn’t mind that, but he was also pretty sure that neither one of them would sleep if he slept naked. Earlier he had not worn underwear, but now he did, slipping off his jeans and pulling on a loose pair of red boxerbriefs. He kept the white T-shirt on too.
Jaejoong opened his computer to check his messages. There were a lot more giving him support and love, and still a few creepy guys talking about how they’d tie Jaejoong down and keep him and never let him get his heart broken again. God, men were weird.
The bed dipped next to him and lips touched his neck.
“You should post something,” Changmin said, arm snaking around his waist.
Jaejoong frowned. “Huh?”
“They worry about you. I’m sure I’m not the only one that hurts when you hurt.”
Jaejoong turned and leaned away from him. “And exactly what should I post?”
Changmin smirked. “Well, I am not going to presume anything, but you did say that you no longer had a boyfriend. And before that, you did mention that you were seeing someone that might possibly be a boyfriend.”
Jaejoong huffed and turned away. “Yeah, so?”
“So I think you should let them know you’re okay. You were crying, and that hurt. The only time you should cry is when you’re being denied an orgasm.”
Jaejoong flushed pink and bit his lip against an embarrassing noise that stole from his throat anyway. “Are you saying I do have a boyfriend, Shim Changmin?”
Changmin kissed the back of his neck, hand sliding down the bare skin by his knee. “If you’re still willing.”
Jaejoong breathed deep and did his best to keep his erection under control. He was such a failure.
“Y-yeah,” he said. “Yeah. I’m still willing.”
Changmin pulled him close. “Good.”
Jaejoong did not give in to the temptation to just topple him to the bed. Not yet. He went to his video recording program, aware of Changmin watching him. After he hit record, he made sure that the angle of the shot was where he wanted it, mostly just enough to get the bed at the right angle, and then turned to Changmin with a grin.
“Kiss me.”
Changmin moaned and obeyed, a hand cupping Jaejoong’s cheek.
And this time, Jaejoong did not stop them from laying back, moving up on the bed. With Changmin hovering over him and their lips together, bodies rocking and moans twisting through the room. Jaejoong let himself slide his hands down Changmin’s back and to his ass, gripping him through the tight jeans he wore.
“Fuck, I cannot control myself knowing that you’re recording this,” Changmin gasped.
Jaejoong laughed. “Is that a good thing?”
“Shit, such a good thing, but we’re supposed to be sleeping.”
Jaejoong sighed. “In a minute. I just want to make out with you. No sex.”
“Not yet?”
“Maybe not with the camera rolling.”
“Why not?”
“Are you going to let me record that?”
Changmin moaned. “M-maybe.”
“Record the first time you finger me? Record the first time you press your huge dick inside me?”
“Oh god. Fuck.” Changmin’s kisses deepened and he pulled Jaejoong over and on top of him, and Jaejoong moaned, settling against him, rubbing against the erection straining in Changmin’s jeans. Changmin’s hands were on his ass again, sliding up under the leg of the boxers, and Jaejoong shivered as fingertips grazed his cleft and balls.
“Shit, I just ... We ... not now,” Changmin gasped. “We’re not ... it’s supposed to be gentle and romantic and I just want to slam you into this bed and fuck your asshole open.”
Jaejoong moaned. “Soon. Fuck. Just ...”
And Jaejoong meeped when Changmin suddenly tossed him away. He landed on the edge of the bed with a laugh, and Changmin lay on his back, chest heaving, arms to his side.
Jaejoong moved back to the computer and hit stop on the recording.
“There is no way I’m going to sleep next to you without doing sexy things to you, so ...” Changmin kissed his shoulder, a hand sliding around his chest. “I will be right back.”
Jaejoong laughed. “I’ll time you.”
“It never takes long when you’re my fantasy,” Changmin said and kissed his cheek. He slid off the bed, and Jaejoong watched him walk unsteadily out of the bedroom. A moment later, the bathroom door shut.
Jaejoong smiled and watched through the recording. The angle was perfect. Just enough to show their legs and their bums, but not their faces. There were a few slips of their faces, and Jaejoong edited them out. It was really hot to see him almost naked and Changmin still with jeans on, and Changmin’s hands sliding up his thighs to his ass. He added the sound filter to alter their voices, and increased the volume on their kissing.
The final video was only a few minutes. It had felt much longer than that when they were kissing.
Changmin came back into the bedroom just as Jaejoong started uploading it.
“God, you’re going to drive me insane,” he said and fell face first onto the bed.
Jaejoong laughed and crawled over to him and then over him, rubbing at his shoulders and back muscles. Changmin sighed, head turned to the side and supported on his arms. His eyes were shut. And he was smiling. That was good enough for Jaejoong.
“Just so there are no misunderstandings,” Jaejoong started. “Are you going to be okay with the videos? With the website?”
Changmin grunted. “Yes. Again, how hypocritical would I be if I said no? It was my idea.”
“Well, there’s a difference between watching them and being okay with your boyfriend having a homemade porn site to make money.”
“And how exactly am I going to fulfil the fantasy of fucking you on camera and knowing there are hundreds of men watching us if I wasn’t okay with that idea?”
Jaejoong laughed and said, “Good.”
His computer made a noise, signalling that the video was uploaded. He leaned down to kiss the back of Changmin’s neck and then moved to the computer. He played the short video just one more time to triple-check that neither his nor Changmin’s face had been shown. And then he posted it with this caption:
Thank you for all your messages of support. You guys always make me happy! Good news, though. It was just a misunderstanding, and all is well, and I am the proud owner of a super tall, super hot, super sexy boyfriend that does not mind fucking me on camera. And he has a huge dick. So there is that to look forward to. <3 <3 Always love, from your babydoll!
Jaejoong shut his computer down and closed it, pushing it onto the padded chest at the end of the bed. When he climbed onto the bed, Changmin was on his phone, smiling.
“God, it’s almost hotter on video,” he said.
Jaejoong chuckled. “Why do you think I like watching myself so much?” He squirmed his way under Changmin’s arms, his head against Changmin’s thigh.
Changmin showed Jaejoong his phone, and his comment as Maximizer88.
I’m glad that you are happy. You should always be happy. I am very much looking forward to your pretty hole stretched by an actual dick. <3
“Pervert,” Jaejoong mumbled against his stomach.
Changmin laughed. He pushed Jaejoong away. Jaejoong pouted, but let him get up because it was just long enough to put his phone on Jaejoong’s dresser, slip his jeans off, and turn off the lights.
Jaejoong moved up the bed and climbed under the covers. When Changmin joined him, he easily curled up with him. His chest was tight again with emotions and he tried not to cry just because he was so happy, overwhelmed and still in disbelief.
“Sleep well,” Changmin whispered.
Jaejoong hummed and knew that he would.
---
Jaejoong was out of sorts and confused when a strange beeping woke him up. His own alarm clock was set to the Hello Kitty theme song.
A body moved next to him, and Jaejoong smiled and tried to curl closer to Changmin.
Changmin grunted and said, “God, I hope you have a coffee machine.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “Don’t worry. I do. What time is it?”
“Seven. I have to be at the station at nine.”
Jaejoong moaned. “I have class at eleven.”
“Which class?”
“Physics.”
Changmin smirked. “Are you talking about friction and lubrication today? Because then you can skip and I can give you a practical lesson instead.”
Jaejoong moaned and said, “That was so cheesy.” But his body was throbbing, his ass clenching.
Changmin chuckled. “When are you working tonight?”
“I start at six,” he said, though it was broken off by a yawn.
“Go back to sleep,” Changmin said and ran his hand down Jaejoong’s shoulder. “I’m going to make myself coffee, probably take a shower, and see myself out. You should sleep as long as you can.”
Jaejoong wanted to protest, but he was already mostly back to sleep just from Changmin soothing deep voice and soft touches.
Part 5: Three More Orgasms
Part 3: Three babydolls
Part 2: Three Dates
Part 1: Three Orgasms
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