I Never Told Him ... 2/3
Title: I Never Told Him ... 2/3
Pairing: Junsu/Changmin (mentioned past!Yoochun/Changmin)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
Summary: This is what happened to me after Yoochun pretty much decided to be a dick.
Warning: under18!Changmin, angst and no happy ending
Poster credit goes to markieyumeutau! Thank you! I love it!
Part 2:
Water streamed into my mouth. I rinsed, trying to clear the tang of come from my throat. I spit into the sink and got another mouthful of water.
Sungmin's harsh voice echoed in my brain. Slut, you cock whore. Who taught you to suck cock so good, bitch?
It always reminded me of Yoochun. Always. And that made it hard for me to get off.
"Changmin, are you okay?"
My head shot up, eyes wide. Professor Junsu Kim. His face was worried for a moment and then his eyes widened in shock.
I glanced at my reflection and saw that I had come on my chin. My cheeks burned red and I ducked back down to wash it away. And now I could add humiliation on the list of shittiness today. My throat closed and I felt tears sting behind my eyes. With a growl, I wiped my eyes.
I scowled. "Y-yeah, I'm fine."
Professor Kim smiled and shook his head. "No you're not. You never skip class, and I know for a fact that you have English right now."
I met his eyes through the mirror. Kim Junsu was new this year. A new teacher with new ideas and the looks to melt his female students hearts. And some of his male students.
There was a smirk on his face, and the front of his pants bulged just enough to show he was growing hard in his pants. So Yoochun wasn't the only fucked up one. But I wanted to see that cock, so what did that make me?
Slut. Cock whore. Bitch.
"How old are you, Sonsaengnim?" I asked, and licked my lips.
He tried not to smile as he answered me, "Twenty-eight."
I snorted and scrubbed my face with cold water. After Sungmin, I wasn't really in the mood for anything. Especially with a professor.
"What is wrong?" He actually sounded concerned. Maybe he was only acting. Trying to get into my pants by thinking he cared about me. I should have told him that he didn't have to try so hard.
I stared at my reflection, wondering where this was coming from, why I wanted to tell him about Yoochun. Maybe I just had to tell someone and the professor just happened to walk in on me at an emotional moment. I wondered if he was gay. Probably not.
"How old are you?"
I met his eyes through the mirror again. "Fifteen."
He smiled at me and I shivered, because god, he was hot. And his ass was like perfect. Two beautiful rounds that he shoved into perfectly tailored slacks. I never let myself do more than look at another man before. I had Yoochun.
I had Yoochun.
Past tense. I bit my lip against an anguished cry and lowered my head.
I wasn't surprised when Professor Kim touched my back, rubbing softly. "Someone break your heart, Changmin-ah?"
I nodded. "Pretty much destroyed it, stepped on it and then burned it."
Both of his hands slipped under my school jacket, resting on my hips. His body pressed against mine. I shivered at the feel of his erection against my ass. This was all fucked up. Completely and utterly fucked up. Two weeks ago I was ready to give my virginity to a man I thought loved me and now I didn't care if this one fucked me instead.
When his fingers unbuttoned my pants, I finally looked up and met his eyes. He seemed amused and licked his lips.
"Just don't kiss me," I said as he pushed my pants and boxers to my knees.
"Now why would do I that?" He rubbed my bare ass. His fingers brushed my crack and I shuddered. I widened my stance, spreading my legs and he pressed his clothed erection to my ass.
"I can lose my job, Changmin."
"I won't tell."
"How do I know that?" he asked.
I watched as he pulled a condom from his wallet. I swallowed. "The man that broke my heart is almost twenty-three and he's been fucking around with me since I was ten. I won't tell."
Junsu's smile widened. He unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. But he took none of his clothes off. So similar to what Yoochun would do to me.
I wondered for a moment if I should tell him I was a virgin and then decided not to. I'd been waiting for Yoochun for so long, and now I just wanted to get it over with. I felt tears in my eyes again and dropped my head to between my head. He reached around me to a soap dispenser.
"This is going to sting," he warned and then two fingers slipped into my body, shoved into me deeply and then spread. The soap did sting, but nothing could hurt as much as Yoochun's betrayal.
He shoved a third finger into me, and I bit my lips against a cry of pleasure. My cock was hard, but I wasn't sure it would stay that way.
Junsu gathered more soap into his palm. The head of his cock pushed against my tight entrance. He cursed and thrust hard, tearing a cry from my throat. I lowered my head and bit down on my arm to keep from whimpering as he pulled out and tried again, and tried again.
"Fuck, you're tight," he said.
No kidding.
It hurt, really badly, and I wondered how long I could handle it before begging him to stop. Every thrust pulled another whimper from me. When Junsu stopped, his cloth-covered body against mine, I took a deep breath. My body clenched around the intrusion of his cock. My breath hitched and I knew I was crying again.
"Been a while, huh?" Junsu asked, and I didn't bother to correct him.
He pulled out of me slowly, too slowly, drawing a low moan of pain from my throat. I didn't care. He moaned too and then pushed back in. A few more experimental in and outs and then he settled into a rhythm. My knee buckled and I had to hold myself up on the sink as a burst of pleasure surprised a gasp out of me. I felt my cock twitch, but then it was gone, and everything hurt again.
Junsu's breathing staggered, his thrusts sped up and then he was slamming into me, hard, erratic, crazy.
Everything hurt.
I pried my eyes open and watched him through the mirror. His eyes were trained on my ass, mouth open, tongue swiping over his lower lip. I wondered how many of his students he wanted to fuck. I wondered how many he would fuck before he got caught. His eyes shut and his body jerked violently. He cursed again, and then stilled for a moment before a spasm wracked his body and he stopped.
I lowered my head before he could open his eyes.
He pulled out and my sore body clenched around nothing.
Silence filled the bathroom, and his hand rubbed my ass lightly. "If you need to talk again, let me know."
I scoffed and said, "Sure thing, Professor."
He chuckled. I heard a zipper and then a moment later the door shut. I stood there with my pants at my knees for a little while longer. Slowly my body recovered. I moved to a stall to clean myself up. I touched my stretched entrance and moaned. My cock twitched and with an evil smirk, I stroked myself, getting hard fast. Four fingers easily entered me and I slid down the door for balance.
I pictured Yoochun in front of me, slamming my cock into his mouth, his face bloody and his hands tied up behind his back like the fucking asshole he was. The pain from my body blurred with the pleasure and I bit the back of my hand as I came hard, splattering come all over the floor.
Fucking asshole. I never told him no, but I could still fuck his life up just like he did mine. I cleaned up my mess just as the bell rang. I smirked.
I had math class next.
A/N: The link to part 3 is back in part 1 at the end of the text.
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Pairing: Junsu/Changmin (mentioned past!Yoochun/Changmin)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
Summary: This is what happened to me after Yoochun pretty much decided to be a dick.
Warning: under18!Changmin, angst and no happy ending
Poster credit goes to markieyumeutau! Thank you! I love it!
Part 2:
Water streamed into my mouth. I rinsed, trying to clear the tang of come from my throat. I spit into the sink and got another mouthful of water.
Sungmin's harsh voice echoed in my brain. Slut, you cock whore. Who taught you to suck cock so good, bitch?
It always reminded me of Yoochun. Always. And that made it hard for me to get off.
"Changmin, are you okay?"
My head shot up, eyes wide. Professor Junsu Kim. His face was worried for a moment and then his eyes widened in shock.
I glanced at my reflection and saw that I had come on my chin. My cheeks burned red and I ducked back down to wash it away. And now I could add humiliation on the list of shittiness today. My throat closed and I felt tears sting behind my eyes. With a growl, I wiped my eyes.
I scowled. "Y-yeah, I'm fine."
Professor Kim smiled and shook his head. "No you're not. You never skip class, and I know for a fact that you have English right now."
I met his eyes through the mirror. Kim Junsu was new this year. A new teacher with new ideas and the looks to melt his female students hearts. And some of his male students.
There was a smirk on his face, and the front of his pants bulged just enough to show he was growing hard in his pants. So Yoochun wasn't the only fucked up one. But I wanted to see that cock, so what did that make me?
Slut. Cock whore. Bitch.
"How old are you, Sonsaengnim?" I asked, and licked my lips.
He tried not to smile as he answered me, "Twenty-eight."
I snorted and scrubbed my face with cold water. After Sungmin, I wasn't really in the mood for anything. Especially with a professor.
"What is wrong?" He actually sounded concerned. Maybe he was only acting. Trying to get into my pants by thinking he cared about me. I should have told him that he didn't have to try so hard.
I stared at my reflection, wondering where this was coming from, why I wanted to tell him about Yoochun. Maybe I just had to tell someone and the professor just happened to walk in on me at an emotional moment. I wondered if he was gay. Probably not.
"How old are you?"
I met his eyes through the mirror again. "Fifteen."
He smiled at me and I shivered, because god, he was hot. And his ass was like perfect. Two beautiful rounds that he shoved into perfectly tailored slacks. I never let myself do more than look at another man before. I had Yoochun.
I had Yoochun.
Past tense. I bit my lip against an anguished cry and lowered my head.
I wasn't surprised when Professor Kim touched my back, rubbing softly. "Someone break your heart, Changmin-ah?"
I nodded. "Pretty much destroyed it, stepped on it and then burned it."
Both of his hands slipped under my school jacket, resting on my hips. His body pressed against mine. I shivered at the feel of his erection against my ass. This was all fucked up. Completely and utterly fucked up. Two weeks ago I was ready to give my virginity to a man I thought loved me and now I didn't care if this one fucked me instead.
When his fingers unbuttoned my pants, I finally looked up and met his eyes. He seemed amused and licked his lips.
"Just don't kiss me," I said as he pushed my pants and boxers to my knees.
"Now why would do I that?" He rubbed my bare ass. His fingers brushed my crack and I shuddered. I widened my stance, spreading my legs and he pressed his clothed erection to my ass.
"I can lose my job, Changmin."
"I won't tell."
"How do I know that?" he asked.
I watched as he pulled a condom from his wallet. I swallowed. "The man that broke my heart is almost twenty-three and he's been fucking around with me since I was ten. I won't tell."
Junsu's smile widened. He unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. But he took none of his clothes off. So similar to what Yoochun would do to me.
I wondered for a moment if I should tell him I was a virgin and then decided not to. I'd been waiting for Yoochun for so long, and now I just wanted to get it over with. I felt tears in my eyes again and dropped my head to between my head. He reached around me to a soap dispenser.
"This is going to sting," he warned and then two fingers slipped into my body, shoved into me deeply and then spread. The soap did sting, but nothing could hurt as much as Yoochun's betrayal.
He shoved a third finger into me, and I bit my lips against a cry of pleasure. My cock was hard, but I wasn't sure it would stay that way.
Junsu gathered more soap into his palm. The head of his cock pushed against my tight entrance. He cursed and thrust hard, tearing a cry from my throat. I lowered my head and bit down on my arm to keep from whimpering as he pulled out and tried again, and tried again.
"Fuck, you're tight," he said.
No kidding.
It hurt, really badly, and I wondered how long I could handle it before begging him to stop. Every thrust pulled another whimper from me. When Junsu stopped, his cloth-covered body against mine, I took a deep breath. My body clenched around the intrusion of his cock. My breath hitched and I knew I was crying again.
"Been a while, huh?" Junsu asked, and I didn't bother to correct him.
He pulled out of me slowly, too slowly, drawing a low moan of pain from my throat. I didn't care. He moaned too and then pushed back in. A few more experimental in and outs and then he settled into a rhythm. My knee buckled and I had to hold myself up on the sink as a burst of pleasure surprised a gasp out of me. I felt my cock twitch, but then it was gone, and everything hurt again.
Junsu's breathing staggered, his thrusts sped up and then he was slamming into me, hard, erratic, crazy.
Everything hurt.
I pried my eyes open and watched him through the mirror. His eyes were trained on my ass, mouth open, tongue swiping over his lower lip. I wondered how many of his students he wanted to fuck. I wondered how many he would fuck before he got caught. His eyes shut and his body jerked violently. He cursed again, and then stilled for a moment before a spasm wracked his body and he stopped.
I lowered my head before he could open his eyes.
He pulled out and my sore body clenched around nothing.
Silence filled the bathroom, and his hand rubbed my ass lightly. "If you need to talk again, let me know."
I scoffed and said, "Sure thing, Professor."
He chuckled. I heard a zipper and then a moment later the door shut. I stood there with my pants at my knees for a little while longer. Slowly my body recovered. I moved to a stall to clean myself up. I touched my stretched entrance and moaned. My cock twitched and with an evil smirk, I stroked myself, getting hard fast. Four fingers easily entered me and I slid down the door for balance.
I pictured Yoochun in front of me, slamming my cock into his mouth, his face bloody and his hands tied up behind his back like the fucking asshole he was. The pain from my body blurred with the pleasure and I bit the back of my hand as I came hard, splattering come all over the floor.
Fucking asshole. I never told him no, but I could still fuck his life up just like he did mine. I cleaned up my mess just as the bell rang. I smirked.
I had math class next.
A/N: The link to part 3 is back in part 1 at the end of the text.
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