Squishy
Title: Squishy
Pairing: MinHo
Summary: Changmin always liked squishy things.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Disclaimer: TVXQ are the Kings - we belong to them. Trolol.
A/N: Oh God, this is embarrassing. One stupid GIF changed my entire perspective. (Is that the right word?)
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“Good job, Yunho-sshi!” the photographer calls as he scans through the gallery, obviously pleased with how smooth the photoshoot went. “You’re free to go.”
Yunho smiles widely and bows lowly, clapping and cheering when he goes back up. “Thank you! Good job, everyone!”
The rest of the staff cheer along with him, thrilled that they had ended way earlier than expected. They begin to pack up and endless chattering fills the studio, the staff discussing if they want to head back home to rest or stay up for a while longer for drinks.
Yunho bows one last time to no one in particular and retired for his dressing room. He closes the door and his smile drops instantly, a depressed sigh escaping his lips instead. Heart sinking, he shrugs off his jacket and flings it to a nearby chair as he makes his way to the full-length mirror.
He eyes his body in disgust, mentally criticizing how ugly it is, especially his pudgy chest. He pokes his left pectoral and watches the flesh sink around his finger. He sighs and squeezes it lightly.
Disgusting, he thinks, dropping his hand. What kind of idol is he if he’s supposed to be a sex icon? With man tits like his, he’s anything but.
He remembers feeling the flesh jiggle when he was asked to jump earlier on. His face burns with humiliation and embarrassment, remembering the nearby PD videoing his every move.
A couple of knocks catches his attention. The door opens and Changmin’s head pops into the room, a smile of innocence on his lips. “Done already, Yunho hyung?” Without waiting for an answer, he steps in, closing the door behind him. “That was fast.”
“Uh - yeah …” Yunho turns away, not wanting his lover to see his body. Right now, it feels and looks too ugly, and Changmin deserves the best. Only the best.
“Oh, that’s good,” Changmin nods, checking his watch. “Jaejoong hyung wanted you to come home as soon as possible. Something about a private talk between you, him and Yoochun hyung, but I don’t know. I think he just wants to plan with you guys to go drinking again and he doesn’t want me and Junsu to know and - hyung?”
Yunho hadn’t looked at Changmin once, a sight that bothers the younger man. “Hyung, are you okay?” he asks in a soft voice. “Did something happen?” His hands grip on Yunho’s shoulder, trying to turn him around but is met with stubborn resistance. “Hyung?”
Yunho manages to escape Changmin’s grip and he goes further into the dressing room, successful in hiding his front body from Changmin’s view. “I’m okay,” he says flatly, biting the inside of his cheek when he notices how blatant the lie sounds even to himself. “Just … thinking.”
Changmin frowns and comes up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and caressing the hard-earned abs Yunho had worked on for months.
“About?” His voice is low, like a warning.
“Nothing important,” Yunho says quickly, trying to squirm out of Changmin’s hug.
Changmin squeezes harder. “Don’t lie to me,” he murmurs, lips brushing at the back of Yunho’s neck. “You know I hate liars.”
Yunho blushes at the growl evident in Changmin’s voice. He clamps his lips shut, refusing to tell Changmin. It’s a small matter and it’s stupid - nothing important to be bothering Changmin about.
“Hyung …” Changmin raises an eyebrow at Yunho’s child-like rebellion. “Tell me.”
Yunho shakes his head.
“Tell me,” Changmin repeats, gently running his fingers up the planes of Yunho’s stomach, tickling lightly.
Yunho squirms in his grip and shakes his head harder.
“Tell me.” His fingers are going up to Yunho’s chest -
“CHANGMIN!”
Changmin is surprised when Yunho pushes him away. He massages his butt and looks confusedly at his lover. Yunho’s arms are outstretched in front of him, and he quickly brings them close to cover his chest. Confused even more, Changmin blinks and finds tears in Yunho’s eyes.
“Ba … baby?”
“Don’t touch me, Changmin,” Yunho sobs, turning away. “I’m disgusting.”
“What?!” Changmin scrambles to his feet and walks towards Yunho. “No, you’re not! Who told you that?”
Yunho shakes his head. “No one has to tell me anything. I know I’m disgusting.”
Changmin sighs and takes a step forward. “So that’s it, huh? That’s why you’re U-Know Yunho?”
“…”
Changmin sighs again. “You are not disgusting, hyung. You are beautiful, you know you are, and don’t say otherwise.” Another step forward. “What made you suddenly say that?”
Yunho turns around and drops his arms, and Changmin furrows his brows in confusion. “So … what am I supposed to be seeing here?”
“MY CHEST!” Yunho sobs. “It’s so ugly and squishy and no matter how much work I put into it, the fat just won’t go away!” His arms drop limply to the side and tears run down his face. “What kind of an idol am I if I have such unappealing aspects of myself? No one would want me.”
Changmin looks at him momentarily and sighs. He goes forward and traps him in another hug, hearing a hitched breath from the other.
They stay silent for a while, Changmin threading his fingers through Yunho’s styled-hair and Yunho staying stiff in his arms. Changmin kisses Yunho’s hair and turns Yunho around so that he’s facing the mirror.
Yunho catches sight of his protruding chest and he looks away instantly, unable to bear the sight of such puffy flesh.
“Hyung. Yunho. Look at the mirror. Don’t look away.”
Changmin’s voice holds no room for argument, and it’s so full of command and authority that Yunho has no choice but to do as he’s told. Looking up, he meets Changmin’s eyes, dark with lust and full of concern at the same time.
Yunho bats Changmin’s hands away when he feels them sneaking up to his chest. Changmin growls a warning to do not restrain me in touching you into Yunho’s ear. Yunho gulps in apprehension and obeys.
Changmin’s hands are back on his chest and Yunho sucks in a sharp breath through gritted teeth. The younger man’s fingers rub on his nipples and pulls at them lightly. Yunho mewls in pleasure and looks away. Changmin growls in his ear again and Yunho reluctantly looks back into the mirror, focusing on Changmin’s actions.
Changmin grabs Yunho’s chest and massages the tits roughly. Yunho’s breathing becomes uneven, feeling himself getting aroused at the weird ministrations.
Something hard is poking at the cleft of his ass and he rocks his hips back against it, trying to get more of the friction. Changmin gets the message and rubs his clothed erection in between the crack, the rough friction causing Yunho to become harder.
Yunho pants and Changmin turns him back around, pinning him harshly to the mirror. In an instant, his tongue is on Yunho’s left nipple, nibbling occasionally and lathering the nub with plenty of saliva. He goes to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment, this time tonguing the areola.
The leader is clutching the edges of the mirror, panting erratically and thrusting his chest out even more, silently begging his boyfriend to give him more pleasure.
Changmin stops his attention on Yunho’s chest and focuses on Yunho’s face, kissing him soft and sweet. “I want you, Yunho. Having a big chest does not change how I feel for you. In fact, I love you, Yunho, and I did way before you flashed your body to me.”
He goes back down and pinches Yunho’s nipples, eliciting a cry from the older man. He smirks and squeezes Yunho’s chest, reveling in the moans. “These are mine! I hate that you have to bare yourself for thousands of fans, but at least I get to touch what’s mine.”
Yunho blushes. “Min - Minnie …” He jerks when he feels Changmin’s hands slide down to his ass.
“And this -” Changmin grabs two handfuls of squeezes “- don’t you dare trip and fall, you klutz! Especially in front of us, when your horny best friend can jump on you given the opportunity.”
Yunho’s eyes widen. “J-Jaejoong wants to … jump me …?”
Changmin nods and a blaze of jealousy flashes in his eyes. “He’s not in love with you, but you know how sex-deprived the man has been lately. So if you trip one more time,” he slaps a cheek and Yunho yelps, “you’re dead, you get me?”
Yunho nods frantically.
Changmin smiles. “Good. Now turn around. Watch yourself as I prepare you.”
Yunho hesitantly turns around and grips the mirror’s edges with his hands, supporting his body. He can’t see Changmin and is just about to turn to see what he’s doing when Changmin yanks his pants and underwear down in one go.
Cool air greets Yunho’s heated member and he moans. With Changmin’s help, he steps out of both garments, hearing the rustling of clothes and assuming that Changmin had thrown them away somewhere. He feels Changmin take hold of his hips and he tenses up.
Already? he thinks, heart beating wildly. I mean, I know we haven’t done this in a while, but we’ve never done anything without prep before …
One of Changmin’s hands had left his hip area. He hears a slurping noise and jerks when he feels something wet prodding at his entrance. Pressure is applied and two slick fingers slide in, scissoring the tight passage that had become tighter after months of abstinence.
Yunho whines when Changmin jabs his muscles, so close and yet so far from that one spot. He thrusts his hips back, whining even more when Changmin withdraws his fingers. He hears a chuckle above and retakes its position on Yunho’s hip.
“Ready?”
Yunho looks at the mirror; Changmin looks like the perfect epitome of patience. Yunho gulps. After less than a minute of prep? No fucking way.
“Yes.”
Go to hell, you sex-deprived idiot.
Changmin laughs, his face showing clearly that he doesn’t believe Yunho but pushes in anyway. Yunho clenches his muscles at the sudden intrusion, pain ripping up his spine.
Oh fuck fuck fuck, oh my God, I should’ve told him to wait. I forgot that he’s so goddamn big, this son of a bitch and because I lied I have to take the worst punishment of my life, fuck fuck fuck …
Yunho whimpers from the pain, hoping that Changmin would let up. The latter either ignored or didn’t hear him as he continues to push into Yunho all the way into the hilt.
Yunho hears Changmin grunting and slurred mumbles of fuck yeah, we should do this four-month abstinence thing again if it makes him this tight and he wants to scream back that I have schedules, you insensitive brat! but he can’t because Changmin begins to thrust shallowly.
His toes curl from the pain and his bites his lip, screwing his eyes shut. “Changmin-ah,” he whines. “I want - please please please - it hurts, oh my God, please pull out -”
“Shh,” Changmin says softly. “Never doubt yourself again, okay?”
Yunho doesn’t understand what Changmin’s saying but he throws his head back when Changmin adjusts his hips and rams in. The sneaky bastard was just teasing him! Smart, but evil.
Changmin picks up an animalistic pace, slamming relentlessly into his slightly smaller lover. Yunho grips on the mirror for dear life, pleasure clouding his senses as Changmin continues to fuck him thoroughly.
A hand snakes to his chest and he feels Changmin grabbing one of his man tits, squeezing and massaging the flesh. Just as Yunho was beginning to get lost further into the pleasure, Changmin pulls out.
Confused, Yunho lets himself be picked up and turned around once again, his back meeting the cool surface of the mirror. He gets the slightest glimpse of Changmin’s lust-invaded eyes before Changmin’s hiking him up against the mirror. Yunho wraps his legs around Changmin’s waist on instinct and cries out as Changmin enters him again.
The glass creates an uncomfortable friction, but Yunho’s pleasantly surprised to find that he doesn’t mind. If anything, it adds on to the pleasure. He moans and imagines Changmin fucking him on a grand piano, just before a performance. The fantasy turns him on even more and he moans again.
Changmin pushes Yunho slightly higher and he buries his face into Yunho’s chest, biting the nipples and ravishing it with love marks. Yunho blushes at the rare affection the man’s showering his chest with, but as he feels his orgasm coming close, he wipes it from his mind.
A scream escapes his lips as he comes, coating both his and Changmin’s bodies. Changmin grits his teeth as he pistons faster into Yunho. The clenching of tight, slippery walls becomes unbearable, and Changmin bursts inside Yunho, filling the leader with his own seed.
Panting and satiated, Changmin carefully pulls out of Yunho, smirking at the blush on Yunho’s face when the wet squelch of disconnection echoes in the room. “Now, wasn’t that fun?”
Yunho scoffs, wiping away some cum that had splattered onto his cheek. “For you. Now my ass and back hurt.”
Changmin hums and helps Yunho down, the latter’s legs wobbling slightly. Once steady, Yunho looks up and sees Changmin’s back facing him, already stepping into his clothing. Yunho gulps and takes a tentative step forward.
“Um, Changmin … I -”
“It’s true, you know,” Changmin says with a smile. He turns around and hugs Yunho, kissing him. “I already loved you before our debut. And I actually miss your old teeth.”
Yunho grins crookedly. “You loved me before our debut?” He clears his throat. “Wow, that’s …”
“Spontaneous?” Changmin supplies hopefully.
“Creepy.”
Changmin deflates and puts on a pout, clearly playing as Yunho when the leader doesn’t get what he wants.
Unfortunately, the leader also notices this and he playfully swats at Changmin. “Hey!”
Changmin avoids the attack with ease and laughs. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Within minutes, Yunho is clean of cum and wearing the extra set of clothes he had brought in.
“Ready to go?” Changmin calls out as he fixes his hair.
Yunho nods.
Changmin, satisfied with his hair, goes over to Yunho and laces their fingers together. He kisses Yunho one last time before opening the door. “Oh, wait. I forgot one more thing.”
“What?”
Changmin’s eyes flash wickedly, an evil smirk on his lips. “This.”
He places both hands on Yunho’s chest and squeezes hard, the latter gasping in surprise. Changmin catches a glimpse of Yunho’s bulge and squeezes that too, just for good measure.
Yunho squawks.
Changmin kisses him hurriedly and runs away, the leader chasing him with a red face, swinging his heavy duffel bag at him as much as he can.
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A/N: I got inspired after reading rocketsprout’s Mirror Mirror fic.
jennjenn202, if you’re wondering, I got the idea for this fic from this GIF. Mind you, I couldn’t stop staring, trolol xD
