Modelling It Out [4/14??]
Title: Modelling It Out
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun, Yoochun/Junsu, Jaejoong/everyone
Genre: AU, romance, general
Warning: Sexual situations
Length: Chaptered
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Jaejoong is a fashion designer and loves to use Yoochun as his model and sexual partner, however one day he is forced to work with Changmin and all hell breaks loose.
Beta: unbetaed chapter
Thank you my Mushroom for the beautiful graphic
Chapter 4
As expected most of Jaejoong’s clothes were too short for Changmin, but this was easily adapted and Jaejoong personally saw to it. His hands would linger a little longer than strictly necessary on the lean legs and his hands would travel just a little further up than required. He didn’t care. Everyone could see what he was doing. And he didn’t care. It felt good touching the legs and letting his hands linger would only provide him a moment or two to be able to touch the gorgeous man.
“Walk a few rounds here.” Jaejoong ordered as he took a seat. “In fact, can all of you start walking. I want to see what it looks like.” Today was the last day before the big day and he needed to know exactly what his models looked like when they walked. It would be a disaster though if he now figured out that the clothes did not look good when they were being walked in. The moment of horror struck him, but he hoped everything would be fixable.
Sitting on a chair Jaejoong watched them one by one. When they started posing before him he told them what they were doing wrong and what they should be doing instead. He didn’t bother saying if something was right. They could figure that out for themselves. Along the line he stopped a model or two adjusting a few things and telling Junsu if a dress needed to be taped to the body. He wouldn’t want straps to fall down while his models were walking. That would just not be acceptable.
Junsu was standing next to Jaejoong taking notes. He turned his head to the younger man and smiled, though he didn’t say anything. The smile itself was a gift Junsu would have to learn how to read. A smile meant a satisfied Jaejoong and a satisfied Jaejoong meant that Junsu still had his job. And every day that went by, where Junsu hadn’t been fired should be counted as success for him.
Even if he was in a room filled with people so beautiful that most would look away, Jaejoong’s eyes stayed on Changmin - the beauty who took away the designer’s breath time and time again. And looking from Changmin and to Junsu he felt he was drowning. Junsu’s unbelievable innocence was drawing him in making him want to preserve it and ruin it all at once. But he had promised Yoochun and he always kept his promises.
It was finally Yoochun’s turn and Jaejoong watched with appreciative eyes as his friend came walking towards him. He got up from his seat and stepped up to the man smirking a little. The clothes didn’t need adjustments really, but Changmin’s long legs were doing something with him, so he had to touch something, someone. And Yoochun was always there to be touched.
“Always knew you’d look sexy in this.” He purred into Yoohun’s ear adjusting the hair slightly and then clothes making sure the cuffs of the sleeves looked good. They almost always did. Jaejoong turned to the hair stylist, “this is how I want the hair. Looking like he’s just had the best sex of his life just before walking the stage. You can do that, right?” he winked at Yoochun before sitting back down again.
Changmin was next. Jaejoong’s mouth once again went dry and watered up at the sight. It was a weird combination, but a tailored suit made by Jaejoong did everything good for Changmin. Everything. The body was great, but Jaejoong’s eyes left the legs and made their way up to the arrogant look on Changmin’s face. What he wouldn’t give to wipe that cocky smile of him.
“He too should look like he’s had amazing sex.” Jaejoong got up from his chair again. He grabbed some hair products and messed up the hair in just the right way. He grinned and then rubbed his fingers against the lips a few times making them swell. “Do something with make-up. I want his lips to look kissed, soft and red.” Jaejoong threw around orders as he loosened the tie Changmin was wearing and unbuttoned the first button of the shirt.
“Are you quite done?” The biting tone above him hardened Jaejoong’s glare this time towards the model. The room went instantly silent and someone - probably the stylist - dropped something on the floor. He’d have to figure out who did that later and make sure they didn’t come back after the runway show.
“I’m done when I’m done.” Jaejoong simply said and he noticed how everyone sucked in their breath when they heard the model speak that way to Jaejoong.
“I know how to look thoroughly shagged. I’ll just find some lips to snog before the runway show if that’ll make you happy.” Changmin’s voice was cold and filled with a venom that Jaejoong had no idea where came from.
“That’d be great.” He simply said looking around. “You should all do that. Go find someone to snog before the runway show. Even each other. I don’t care. Just make sure your lips look swollen.” He didn’t really care how they got there, just as long as they got there. “And please don’t tell me that you can’t find someone to swap spit with.” He sneered out the words most would actually see as a compliment, but he wasn’t talking as if it was one.
“Ah Kim. Are you so desperate to get a good snog that you order your models to snog you?” Changmin’s voice was taunting and this time everyone definitely held their breath waiting for Jaejoong reaction.
Instead of throwing a fit which they’d expected him to he merely smirked at the young model. “Why? Are you interested?” He stepped up to Changmin placing a hand on his chest their eyes never faltering for one second both challenging the other. A rush of power surged through Jaejoong and he didn’t know why he wanted to be the one to just knock out the arrogance of Changmin. Or maybe just kiss it out of him. Fuck it out of him. Anything really.
“Never.” Changmin’s voice was a whisper as he took a step back and Jaejoong felt an unfamiliar pang. He’d never been rejected before. Not even by straight men. Mostly because he never bothered with those too straight to be bend just a little bit. He’d never been told no. He’d never been pushed away and he’d never been dumped. Wow.
“You’re dismissed.” Jaejoong was furious and he looked up at all the models. “All of you. Be there tomorrow in time. If you’re late by one minute you will be very sorry.” He glared at Changmin.
“What can you do? Fire us?” Changmin raised a challenging eyebrow and Jaejoong eyes hardened once more. They both knew that wouldn’t happen, since he needed the models.
“Oh be careful, I am no Yunho. He might go along with your crap, but I don’t.” Jaejoong’s words were harsh. “I might just make sure that you will never get booked again. Any of you.” He glared at them all. “Get out of my sight.” He repeated.
His eyes stayed on Yoochun and he did a small nod to his friend. Yoochun could stay. No one dared to come up to him. Not even Yoochun, because they all knew in a matter of a few seconds he’d explode. So they all left. Quickly. Some even forgetting their stuff, but Jaejoong couldn’t be bothered by it.
“Jaejoong, hyung?” Junsu was speaking to him and Jaejoong had to applaud the boy his braveness. Or maybe he was just naïve enough to think that it was okay to approach an angry Jaejoong. But the way he was saying hyung was definitely cute. Way cuter than Changmin. Changmin with the long sexy legs and the sexy smirk of arrogance. Fuck it.
“What?” He snapped, though this time Yoochun stepped in.
“Jaejoong, no need to be like this. Everyone is gone. Now be nice to Junsu.” Yoochun held Jaejoong’s eyes at level until the latter let out a breath. Yoochun could always make him calm down like this. Sighing heavily he blinked a few times and then turned around.
“Fine. What can I help you with Junsu?” He looked at the younger man.
“I uhm. I was wondering if you want me to go to the stage from the morning tomorrow and make sure all is well there?” Junsu asked looking at the ground avoiding meeting his boss’ gaze.
“Yes that’s fine. Whatever. You can go.” Jaejoong said still not convinced that he shouldn’t be angry.
“But you said -…” Junsu was slightly scared of the man before him.
“And now I’m saying go.” Jaejoong glared.
“Jaejoong.” Yoochun’s voice was harsh and once again their eyes met. Junsu hurried out of the room and as soon as the man left the room Jaejoong let go of his anger.
“Who the hell does he think he is speaking to me like that? And telling me he’d never want to kiss me? And did you see the way he looked at me. It’s all Yunho’s fault for spoiling him and making him believe he’s something else. He’s not that hot. I mean sure he’s hot and he’s beautiful and yeah I want to have sex with him, but I want to have sex with half the world. And oh as soon as he opens his mouth he’s just the biggest jerk the earth have ever seen.” Jaejoong started ranting and didn’t stop before Yoochun’s lips crashed with his own. Mm, far more pleasant than venting on and on about how Changmin was currently the worst person to ever set a foot into the fashion house.
Jaejoong felt himself being lowered to the floor and he didn’t mind. He let himself go and in pure anger he shifted them pinning Yoochun to the floor straddling his hips. His lips felt rough and he bit down hard on the lips beneath him. Yes. Rough kisses were shared and Jaejoong took complete control of it all biting Yoochun’s lower lip before moving to his neck and ear once again biting and licking.
Both moaned as they thrust their hips against each other. There was nothing tender about the way Jaejoong was thrusting, but Yoochun didn’t mind. He eagerly met every thrust almost ripping off Jaejoong’s shirt. Jaejoong on the other hand was pretty careful with Yoochun’s clothes carefully taking them off and folding them before attacking with animalistic lust again. “Don’t ruing my clothes.” He mumbled against the lips.
Stripping out of his own clothes the thrusting got harder and deeper as they continued rubbing against each other lips never parting. Jaejoong didn’t want any preparation. He just wanted it hard and now, since he was still so fucking angry. He didn’t know why Changmin got under his skin like this, but he did and he was taking it out on Yoochun. Moans filled the room, neither minded the roughness at all.
Their kisses were hot and feverish. They never stopped and Jaejoong had Yoochun’s hands trapped above his head as he lowered himself onto his friend. Thrusting hard neither really cared about what was happening. They continued for minutes and Jaejoong didn’t know how long it was before he released Yoochun’s hands and allowed him to stroke him.
And he did. Yoochun’s hands moved up and down with familiarity they both had with each other’s bodies. Jaejoong twisted the nipples beneath him and moaned out loud when his own were twisted in return. Both were breathing heavily and all too soon the world blacked out for Yoochun and Jaejoong followed merely a few thrusts later.
Falling on top of his friend Jaejoong closed his eyes and breathed out in relief. This had certainly helped.
“Still angry?” Yoochun’s voice was amused and satisfied when hugged his friend placing kisses on the smaller man’s throat.
“Yes. I’m so fucking angry.” Jaejoong smiled and his voice much softer than it had been before.
“You’re just pissed that a hot guy rejected you in a room filled with other people.” Yoochun ran a hand through the black hair tenderly. He inhaled Jaejoong’s scent and enjoyed the moment for just a few seconds.
“I never even did anything for him to reject me. I didn’t hit on him and I didn’t ask him to kiss me for him to reject me, so just stop talking.” Pushing off of Yoochun Jaejoong got up and started to get dressed again. “I’m out of cigarettes, I’m going to steal one of yours since you owe me a pack anyway.” Yoochun merely nodded and pointed towards his jacket.
“Get up, you need your sleep. As much as you look exactly like I want you to look tomorrow I don’t appreciate my models coming in with black marks under their eyes.” Jaejoong handed Yoochun back his underwear. “Go get your clothes back on. I’ll take care of your outfit for tomorrow.” He didn’t trust Yoochun with his clothes. Not when they were going to be shown tomorrow and he didn’t have time for mistakes.
“Sure, sure. Ey hyung. How do you like Junsu? Good assistant?” Yoochun asked as he started walking towards his bag with clothes.
“Yes, and he’s definitely cute. No I won’t spoil his innocence so now go. See you tomorrow.” Jaejoong walked to the wardrobe and put Yoochun’s clothes in its right place tagging them with his name before getting ready to lock up.
He would not think about Shim Changmin and why he was so fucking angry at the man.
Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 5
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A/N: It'll probably be a few weeks before I post chapter 5, because I didn't get to edit it yet, and I'm out of the country for the next week and a half. Hopefully I'll see you all in April with chapter 5! :D Hope you enjoyed it! I'm happy I could at least update with this chapter before going.
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun, Yoochun/Junsu, Jaejoong/everyone
Genre: AU, romance, general
Warning: Sexual situations
Length: Chaptered
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Jaejoong is a fashion designer and loves to use Yoochun as his model and sexual partner, however one day he is forced to work with Changmin and all hell breaks loose.
Beta: unbetaed chapter
Thank you my Mushroom for the beautiful graphic
Chapter 4
As expected most of Jaejoong’s clothes were too short for Changmin, but this was easily adapted and Jaejoong personally saw to it. His hands would linger a little longer than strictly necessary on the lean legs and his hands would travel just a little further up than required. He didn’t care. Everyone could see what he was doing. And he didn’t care. It felt good touching the legs and letting his hands linger would only provide him a moment or two to be able to touch the gorgeous man.
“Walk a few rounds here.” Jaejoong ordered as he took a seat. “In fact, can all of you start walking. I want to see what it looks like.” Today was the last day before the big day and he needed to know exactly what his models looked like when they walked. It would be a disaster though if he now figured out that the clothes did not look good when they were being walked in. The moment of horror struck him, but he hoped everything would be fixable.
Sitting on a chair Jaejoong watched them one by one. When they started posing before him he told them what they were doing wrong and what they should be doing instead. He didn’t bother saying if something was right. They could figure that out for themselves. Along the line he stopped a model or two adjusting a few things and telling Junsu if a dress needed to be taped to the body. He wouldn’t want straps to fall down while his models were walking. That would just not be acceptable.
Junsu was standing next to Jaejoong taking notes. He turned his head to the younger man and smiled, though he didn’t say anything. The smile itself was a gift Junsu would have to learn how to read. A smile meant a satisfied Jaejoong and a satisfied Jaejoong meant that Junsu still had his job. And every day that went by, where Junsu hadn’t been fired should be counted as success for him.
Even if he was in a room filled with people so beautiful that most would look away, Jaejoong’s eyes stayed on Changmin - the beauty who took away the designer’s breath time and time again. And looking from Changmin and to Junsu he felt he was drowning. Junsu’s unbelievable innocence was drawing him in making him want to preserve it and ruin it all at once. But he had promised Yoochun and he always kept his promises.
It was finally Yoochun’s turn and Jaejoong watched with appreciative eyes as his friend came walking towards him. He got up from his seat and stepped up to the man smirking a little. The clothes didn’t need adjustments really, but Changmin’s long legs were doing something with him, so he had to touch something, someone. And Yoochun was always there to be touched.
“Always knew you’d look sexy in this.” He purred into Yoohun’s ear adjusting the hair slightly and then clothes making sure the cuffs of the sleeves looked good. They almost always did. Jaejoong turned to the hair stylist, “this is how I want the hair. Looking like he’s just had the best sex of his life just before walking the stage. You can do that, right?” he winked at Yoochun before sitting back down again.
Changmin was next. Jaejoong’s mouth once again went dry and watered up at the sight. It was a weird combination, but a tailored suit made by Jaejoong did everything good for Changmin. Everything. The body was great, but Jaejoong’s eyes left the legs and made their way up to the arrogant look on Changmin’s face. What he wouldn’t give to wipe that cocky smile of him.
“He too should look like he’s had amazing sex.” Jaejoong got up from his chair again. He grabbed some hair products and messed up the hair in just the right way. He grinned and then rubbed his fingers against the lips a few times making them swell. “Do something with make-up. I want his lips to look kissed, soft and red.” Jaejoong threw around orders as he loosened the tie Changmin was wearing and unbuttoned the first button of the shirt.
“Are you quite done?” The biting tone above him hardened Jaejoong’s glare this time towards the model. The room went instantly silent and someone - probably the stylist - dropped something on the floor. He’d have to figure out who did that later and make sure they didn’t come back after the runway show.
“I’m done when I’m done.” Jaejoong simply said and he noticed how everyone sucked in their breath when they heard the model speak that way to Jaejoong.
“I know how to look thoroughly shagged. I’ll just find some lips to snog before the runway show if that’ll make you happy.” Changmin’s voice was cold and filled with a venom that Jaejoong had no idea where came from.
“That’d be great.” He simply said looking around. “You should all do that. Go find someone to snog before the runway show. Even each other. I don’t care. Just make sure your lips look swollen.” He didn’t really care how they got there, just as long as they got there. “And please don’t tell me that you can’t find someone to swap spit with.” He sneered out the words most would actually see as a compliment, but he wasn’t talking as if it was one.
“Ah Kim. Are you so desperate to get a good snog that you order your models to snog you?” Changmin’s voice was taunting and this time everyone definitely held their breath waiting for Jaejoong reaction.
Instead of throwing a fit which they’d expected him to he merely smirked at the young model. “Why? Are you interested?” He stepped up to Changmin placing a hand on his chest their eyes never faltering for one second both challenging the other. A rush of power surged through Jaejoong and he didn’t know why he wanted to be the one to just knock out the arrogance of Changmin. Or maybe just kiss it out of him. Fuck it out of him. Anything really.
“Never.” Changmin’s voice was a whisper as he took a step back and Jaejoong felt an unfamiliar pang. He’d never been rejected before. Not even by straight men. Mostly because he never bothered with those too straight to be bend just a little bit. He’d never been told no. He’d never been pushed away and he’d never been dumped. Wow.
“You’re dismissed.” Jaejoong was furious and he looked up at all the models. “All of you. Be there tomorrow in time. If you’re late by one minute you will be very sorry.” He glared at Changmin.
“What can you do? Fire us?” Changmin raised a challenging eyebrow and Jaejoong eyes hardened once more. They both knew that wouldn’t happen, since he needed the models.
“Oh be careful, I am no Yunho. He might go along with your crap, but I don’t.” Jaejoong’s words were harsh. “I might just make sure that you will never get booked again. Any of you.” He glared at them all. “Get out of my sight.” He repeated.
His eyes stayed on Yoochun and he did a small nod to his friend. Yoochun could stay. No one dared to come up to him. Not even Yoochun, because they all knew in a matter of a few seconds he’d explode. So they all left. Quickly. Some even forgetting their stuff, but Jaejoong couldn’t be bothered by it.
“Jaejoong, hyung?” Junsu was speaking to him and Jaejoong had to applaud the boy his braveness. Or maybe he was just naïve enough to think that it was okay to approach an angry Jaejoong. But the way he was saying hyung was definitely cute. Way cuter than Changmin. Changmin with the long sexy legs and the sexy smirk of arrogance. Fuck it.
“What?” He snapped, though this time Yoochun stepped in.
“Jaejoong, no need to be like this. Everyone is gone. Now be nice to Junsu.” Yoochun held Jaejoong’s eyes at level until the latter let out a breath. Yoochun could always make him calm down like this. Sighing heavily he blinked a few times and then turned around.
“Fine. What can I help you with Junsu?” He looked at the younger man.
“I uhm. I was wondering if you want me to go to the stage from the morning tomorrow and make sure all is well there?” Junsu asked looking at the ground avoiding meeting his boss’ gaze.
“Yes that’s fine. Whatever. You can go.” Jaejoong said still not convinced that he shouldn’t be angry.
“But you said -…” Junsu was slightly scared of the man before him.
“And now I’m saying go.” Jaejoong glared.
“Jaejoong.” Yoochun’s voice was harsh and once again their eyes met. Junsu hurried out of the room and as soon as the man left the room Jaejoong let go of his anger.
“Who the hell does he think he is speaking to me like that? And telling me he’d never want to kiss me? And did you see the way he looked at me. It’s all Yunho’s fault for spoiling him and making him believe he’s something else. He’s not that hot. I mean sure he’s hot and he’s beautiful and yeah I want to have sex with him, but I want to have sex with half the world. And oh as soon as he opens his mouth he’s just the biggest jerk the earth have ever seen.” Jaejoong started ranting and didn’t stop before Yoochun’s lips crashed with his own. Mm, far more pleasant than venting on and on about how Changmin was currently the worst person to ever set a foot into the fashion house.
Jaejoong felt himself being lowered to the floor and he didn’t mind. He let himself go and in pure anger he shifted them pinning Yoochun to the floor straddling his hips. His lips felt rough and he bit down hard on the lips beneath him. Yes. Rough kisses were shared and Jaejoong took complete control of it all biting Yoochun’s lower lip before moving to his neck and ear once again biting and licking.
Both moaned as they thrust their hips against each other. There was nothing tender about the way Jaejoong was thrusting, but Yoochun didn’t mind. He eagerly met every thrust almost ripping off Jaejoong’s shirt. Jaejoong on the other hand was pretty careful with Yoochun’s clothes carefully taking them off and folding them before attacking with animalistic lust again. “Don’t ruing my clothes.” He mumbled against the lips.
Stripping out of his own clothes the thrusting got harder and deeper as they continued rubbing against each other lips never parting. Jaejoong didn’t want any preparation. He just wanted it hard and now, since he was still so fucking angry. He didn’t know why Changmin got under his skin like this, but he did and he was taking it out on Yoochun. Moans filled the room, neither minded the roughness at all.
Their kisses were hot and feverish. They never stopped and Jaejoong had Yoochun’s hands trapped above his head as he lowered himself onto his friend. Thrusting hard neither really cared about what was happening. They continued for minutes and Jaejoong didn’t know how long it was before he released Yoochun’s hands and allowed him to stroke him.
And he did. Yoochun’s hands moved up and down with familiarity they both had with each other’s bodies. Jaejoong twisted the nipples beneath him and moaned out loud when his own were twisted in return. Both were breathing heavily and all too soon the world blacked out for Yoochun and Jaejoong followed merely a few thrusts later.
Falling on top of his friend Jaejoong closed his eyes and breathed out in relief. This had certainly helped.
“Still angry?” Yoochun’s voice was amused and satisfied when hugged his friend placing kisses on the smaller man’s throat.
“Yes. I’m so fucking angry.” Jaejoong smiled and his voice much softer than it had been before.
“You’re just pissed that a hot guy rejected you in a room filled with other people.” Yoochun ran a hand through the black hair tenderly. He inhaled Jaejoong’s scent and enjoyed the moment for just a few seconds.
“I never even did anything for him to reject me. I didn’t hit on him and I didn’t ask him to kiss me for him to reject me, so just stop talking.” Pushing off of Yoochun Jaejoong got up and started to get dressed again. “I’m out of cigarettes, I’m going to steal one of yours since you owe me a pack anyway.” Yoochun merely nodded and pointed towards his jacket.
“Get up, you need your sleep. As much as you look exactly like I want you to look tomorrow I don’t appreciate my models coming in with black marks under their eyes.” Jaejoong handed Yoochun back his underwear. “Go get your clothes back on. I’ll take care of your outfit for tomorrow.” He didn’t trust Yoochun with his clothes. Not when they were going to be shown tomorrow and he didn’t have time for mistakes.
“Sure, sure. Ey hyung. How do you like Junsu? Good assistant?” Yoochun asked as he started walking towards his bag with clothes.
“Yes, and he’s definitely cute. No I won’t spoil his innocence so now go. See you tomorrow.” Jaejoong walked to the wardrobe and put Yoochun’s clothes in its right place tagging them with his name before getting ready to lock up.
He would not think about Shim Changmin and why he was so fucking angry at the man.
Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 5
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A/N: It'll probably be a few weeks before I post chapter 5, because I didn't get to edit it yet, and I'm out of the country for the next week and a half. Hopefully I'll see you all in April with chapter 5! :D Hope you enjoyed it! I'm happy I could at least update with this chapter before going.