Stories of Jung Changmin
Title: The Stories of Jung Changmin
Pairings: Yunjae
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta-ed.
Genre: Crack.
A/N: This is a bit sexual, but will not involve smut. Unless I'm in the mood for some smut.
Summary: 13-year-old Max Changmin is Jaejoong and Yunho's first adopted child. With a beautiful mother and a wealthy father, Max thought he's got the best parents in the world -- that is until he discovers the annoying flaws their parents possessed. Jung Changmin then decides to keep a journal regarding his new family.
My gorgeous mother and I were playing on the living room's carpeted floor while Appa was on the couch, pretending to watch television when he was clearly glancing at a certain someone sitting beside me. Umma was wearing Appa's white dress shirt and his black boy shorts. Appa had mentioned how firm Jaejoong Umma's ass looks when he wears those tight shorts, but I wasn't sure what that meant.
On the other hand, Umma is still trying to shove the humongous slice of chocolate cake into my throat, but I really was too full--. Why the hell does he keep feeding me these fatty stuff? It's not good for my developing muscles.
I was mad at Umma; he told Appa that I hit puberty too early. I couldn't even clarify if that fact happened naturally or because it was the environment I grew up in. I mean, I get hard-ons for Umma a few times, but who wouldn't? He kept wearing those shorts and Appa's dress shirts to cover his slender legs, he's feminine and obedient when it comes to Appa's commands, and he's as sweet as sugar when he plays with me. I'd die to see Jaejoong Umma chained to the bed
Anyways... Umma shouldn't have told Appa that I hit puberty too early, because it was clearly not my fault. I'm happy with Appa's reaction though; he simply ruffled my hair and advised me to stay away from Umma when he's wearing something too revealing. Don't tell Umma this, but he also taught me a few tips on masturbation and specifically told me not to dream of Umma sexually though, because that'll be wrong. I couldn't even imagine it even in my wildest dreams -- Me, 13-year-old Max Changmin, getting it on with my 19-year-old-hot-stuff Umma. Dad would kill me if he knows I even tried to imagine it.
"Jaejoong, I don't want to eat anymore. I want to learn," I whined, pushing away the chocolate plate and putting on my cutest pout.
"Aww.. and what is it that you want to learn?" Jaejoong asked, inching his flawless face closer to mine. I could smell his scent; that sweet scent of honey mixed with crisp vanilla. I tried avoiding it, but every time he did this, I always feel myself grinning widely, my cheeks begging for a soft kiss and a cuddle with Umma. I could sense Daddy's eyes on us, staring me up and down, wondering if I'm getting any ideas with his wife.
"I want to learn how to do the split. You did it so beautifully this morning mommy."
"Ahh... the split? Hmm okay, I'll show you," Jaejoong led me to the center of the living room, in front of the TV and the couch, where there was bigger space. I wasn't sure if he noticed this, but Daddy's mouth was agape, and well...... his eyes held this fierce glow, and his hands started fiddling.
"So you spread your legs horizontally, straighten your back, relax your hips, and split!"
Jaejoong spread his long, pale, hot, slender legs horizontally, his hands on his hips, and stretch his black boy shorts until his buns were settled on the carpet, his ass gracefully perking towards Yunho's direction, "Changmin-ah, you see, once your legs are wide apart, you have to wiggle around to find a comfortable position." Jaejoong then proceeded to wiggle his butt a little bit, his flexibility was to die for. I was a bit impressed by Umma's seduction, but that's not the reason why I'm staring at him. I honestly wanted to learn how to do the split so I can show it to my teachers.
"Here we go," I heaved out a sigh and spread my legs, only to meet agony as Umma got up and push my shoulders down until my spread thighs were five inches from the floor. "Is it hurting you too much Changmin?"
"Yeahh... let go Umma!"
"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot this. You have to stretch before you do the split Max."
"Great... now you tell me this," I replied, my eyebrows crunching at my mother's hastiness to get my legs apart.
"Don't talk to your Umma like that Max, he is only trying to teach you," Daddy's stern voice rose from the couch, making his presence known to Jaejoong. "Jaejoong, why don't you teach him how to stretch?"
So Umma got his ass back on the floor, his head towards the TV while his ass pointing in Appa's direction. He set his legs straight, raised both his arms up in the air, before coming down to acquaint his fingers with his toes. Dang it, why is Umma so flexible and beautiful? How could a man, a nineteen year old man, be so flawless? I swear, you can do much better than Yunho Unna... You can go and marry a CEO and live a life of higher luxuries than what Appa has to provide for you.... not that I'm saying Appa isn't providing enough for you needs to go shopping or anything.
I raised my arms up in the air, push my legs together, inhaled deeply, before letting my fingers touch my toes. Damn it... it hurts.
"That's it Changmin, you're doing very good honey," Jaejoong praised, "just hold it for about five more minutes."
"FIVE MORE MINUTES?!" I was in extreme pain now... and I can barely feel my toes.
I let go of the stretch position and relaxed myself, twisting left to right to ease the pain. Jaejoong pouted, his plump lips seducing my Appa who was sitting on the couch. "Changmin, if you want to do the split, you must try hard. Stretching was painful at the beginning, but now I've come to love it. I do it daily, and it helps me release myself from my everyday strains." For some reason, I get the feeling that Umma is saying this in an allegoric level.
"Ohh yes... your Umma loved stretching," Appa said, sending a suggestive wink at Umma's direction. It was disgusting. I can see what Appa wanted to do at that moment; he wanted to just steal Umma away from me, carry him inside his room, and have his way with him. In response to this, Jaejoong smiled back... seductively. If this happened 2 years ago, I would've been terrified, but I guess you can say I'm immune to my parents' uncontrolled lust now.
"Changmin-ah, it's 8:30 already, you should get yourself in bed so you can wake up early and go to school tomorrow."
"But Appa... I usually go to sleep at 9:00," I argued... he thinks that I don't know what he has in mind. He wanted to put me in bed early so he can get it on with my sexy Umma.
"Are you talking back to me?"
"No..."
"Well then, let's get you to bed," Appa said, swooning me over his shoulders and carrying me into my bedroom. "Wait, I want Umma to put me to bed... Not you Appa..."
"Huh? Why? Are you getting funny ideas with your mother?"
"No!.. That's disgusting. Daddy, why are you always so protective of mommy? It's annoying you know."
"You're being annoying Max, now go to sleep!"
As if raising your voice at your kid would get him to fall asleep. Luckily, Umma followed me into my bedroom and signaled for Yunho to get out so he can put me to sleep.
"Go to sleep fast Max, Daddy has to help Umma stretch his... " Daddy said before leaving.
"JUNG YUNHO!" Jaejoong Umma was now glaring at Appa, his eyes painted with a shut-up-or-I'll-kick-your-ass look. "You shouldn't tell kids these things you know."
"Alright Jaejoong, meet you in the room in ten!"
"Ew... disgusting old pervert..." I complained as Jaejoong brush the strands of hair away from my forehead, "I know what Daddy meant Umma, you don't need to cover for him."
"Max! How dare you call your dad a disgusting old pervert?"
"..."
"You need to be punish."
Yes... punish me Umma, spank me hard Umma, make me your kid... I was excited for Jaejoong, but this was wrong, so I stopped. I had to keep the appropriate respect that a son has towards his mother. "I'm sorry Jaejoong," I apologized, my little pout back in its game. Soon, Umma was all serene again, happily pulling the blanket over my chest.
"You... you know what he means?" Jaejoong laughed, his eyes shining with beautiful hysterical under my lamp light, "and what does he mean?"
"He wants to have sex with you. You know, he said that your butt looks firm when you wear those shorts."
There, I said it. I busted Appa and I don't regret it. He was being a perverted old man. Umma gasped in shock, his eyebrows raising in surprise, and his hands grabbed his hair in frustration. "He told you that?"
I nodded. Excellent job, Max.
"Umma, you should go teach Daddy a lesson, I'll fall asleep on my own."
"Hmm..." Jaejoong stomped out of his room, not noticing that I was grinning and snickering from under the blankets all this time. Yunho was going to get it for sure. Umma can be a killer when he nags.
Ohh well, it's time for me to go to sleep. What happens to Appa will be none of my business, but I better not hear anything disgusting coming from their room.
In Yunjae's room...
"Yunho!"
"Yes baby?" Yunho asked, wrapping his arms around Jaejoong possessively.
"You told Changmin that my butt was firm..."
Jaejoong wanted to raise his voice, but the sweet kisses that his shirtless husband was sending down his neck stopped him and weakened his knees, causing him to fall helplessly in Yunho's arms.
"It's true.."
"But it's not appropriate to tell an 11-year-old that baby," Jaejoong whispered, wrapping his arms around Yunho's neck as the man carries him onto the bed.
"I'm not the only one sweetheart, remember when you said that you love stretching? That was not very appropriate either..."
"Yes, it was."
"I don't think that Changmin is taking it the appropriate way, because you were wearing those hot shorts and smiling so seductively."
"Oh come on Yunnie, he's not a pervert...like you."
"PERVERT?"
"Uh huh..."
"I'll show you pervert," Yunho said before zipping down his jeans and taking off the shirt Jaejoong was wearing. Not soon after...
"Am I a pervert Jaejoong?"
"Ughh... YES!... you.. big pervert! hardhh... ahhh... harder!"
"Not too loud honey, Changmin might hear us."
"I... I can't... I have to... Yunnie!"
"Hmm.. yeahh baby.. too tight."
"You're..too ...big..."
"But you like it, you love stretching baby."
".... YES!"
Pairings: Yunjae
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Warnings: Unbeta-ed.
Genre: Crack.
A/N: This is a bit sexual, but will not involve smut. Unless I'm in the mood for some smut.
Summary: 13-year-old Max Changmin is Jaejoong and Yunho's first adopted child. With a beautiful mother and a wealthy father, Max thought he's got the best parents in the world -- that is until he discovers the annoying flaws their parents possessed. Jung Changmin then decides to keep a journal regarding his new family.
My gorgeous mother and I were playing on the living room's carpeted floor while Appa was on the couch, pretending to watch television when he was clearly glancing at a certain someone sitting beside me. Umma was wearing Appa's white dress shirt and his black boy shorts. Appa had mentioned how firm Jaejoong Umma's ass looks when he wears those tight shorts, but I wasn't sure what that meant.
On the other hand, Umma is still trying to shove the humongous slice of chocolate cake into my throat, but I really was too full--. Why the hell does he keep feeding me these fatty stuff? It's not good for my developing muscles.
I was mad at Umma; he told Appa that I hit puberty too early. I couldn't even clarify if that fact happened naturally or because it was the environment I grew up in. I mean, I get hard-ons for Umma a few times, but who wouldn't? He kept wearing those shorts and Appa's dress shirts to cover his slender legs, he's feminine and obedient when it comes to Appa's commands, and he's as sweet as sugar when he plays with me. I'd die to see Jaejoong Umma chained to the bed
Anyways... Umma shouldn't have told Appa that I hit puberty too early, because it was clearly not my fault. I'm happy with Appa's reaction though; he simply ruffled my hair and advised me to stay away from Umma when he's wearing something too revealing. Don't tell Umma this, but he also taught me a few tips on masturbation and specifically told me not to dream of Umma sexually though, because that'll be wrong. I couldn't even imagine it even in my wildest dreams -- Me, 13-year-old Max Changmin, getting it on with my 19-year-old-hot-stuff Umma. Dad would kill me if he knows I even tried to imagine it.
"Jaejoong, I don't want to eat anymore. I want to learn," I whined, pushing away the chocolate plate and putting on my cutest pout.
"Aww.. and what is it that you want to learn?" Jaejoong asked, inching his flawless face closer to mine. I could smell his scent; that sweet scent of honey mixed with crisp vanilla. I tried avoiding it, but every time he did this, I always feel myself grinning widely, my cheeks begging for a soft kiss and a cuddle with Umma. I could sense Daddy's eyes on us, staring me up and down, wondering if I'm getting any ideas with his wife.
"I want to learn how to do the split. You did it so beautifully this morning mommy."
"Ahh... the split? Hmm okay, I'll show you," Jaejoong led me to the center of the living room, in front of the TV and the couch, where there was bigger space. I wasn't sure if he noticed this, but Daddy's mouth was agape, and well...... his eyes held this fierce glow, and his hands started fiddling.
"So you spread your legs horizontally, straighten your back, relax your hips, and split!"
Jaejoong spread his long, pale, hot, slender legs horizontally, his hands on his hips, and stretch his black boy shorts until his buns were settled on the carpet, his ass gracefully perking towards Yunho's direction, "Changmin-ah, you see, once your legs are wide apart, you have to wiggle around to find a comfortable position." Jaejoong then proceeded to wiggle his butt a little bit, his flexibility was to die for. I was a bit impressed by Umma's seduction, but that's not the reason why I'm staring at him. I honestly wanted to learn how to do the split so I can show it to my teachers.
"Here we go," I heaved out a sigh and spread my legs, only to meet agony as Umma got up and push my shoulders down until my spread thighs were five inches from the floor. "Is it hurting you too much Changmin?"
"Yeahh... let go Umma!"
"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot this. You have to stretch before you do the split Max."
"Great... now you tell me this," I replied, my eyebrows crunching at my mother's hastiness to get my legs apart.
"Don't talk to your Umma like that Max, he is only trying to teach you," Daddy's stern voice rose from the couch, making his presence known to Jaejoong. "Jaejoong, why don't you teach him how to stretch?"
So Umma got his ass back on the floor, his head towards the TV while his ass pointing in Appa's direction. He set his legs straight, raised both his arms up in the air, before coming down to acquaint his fingers with his toes. Dang it, why is Umma so flexible and beautiful? How could a man, a nineteen year old man, be so flawless? I swear, you can do much better than Yunho Unna... You can go and marry a CEO and live a life of higher luxuries than what Appa has to provide for you.... not that I'm saying Appa isn't providing enough for you needs to go shopping or anything.
I raised my arms up in the air, push my legs together, inhaled deeply, before letting my fingers touch my toes. Damn it... it hurts.
"That's it Changmin, you're doing very good honey," Jaejoong praised, "just hold it for about five more minutes."
"FIVE MORE MINUTES?!" I was in extreme pain now... and I can barely feel my toes.
I let go of the stretch position and relaxed myself, twisting left to right to ease the pain. Jaejoong pouted, his plump lips seducing my Appa who was sitting on the couch. "Changmin, if you want to do the split, you must try hard. Stretching was painful at the beginning, but now I've come to love it. I do it daily, and it helps me release myself from my everyday strains." For some reason, I get the feeling that Umma is saying this in an allegoric level.
"Ohh yes... your Umma loved stretching," Appa said, sending a suggestive wink at Umma's direction. It was disgusting. I can see what Appa wanted to do at that moment; he wanted to just steal Umma away from me, carry him inside his room, and have his way with him. In response to this, Jaejoong smiled back... seductively. If this happened 2 years ago, I would've been terrified, but I guess you can say I'm immune to my parents' uncontrolled lust now.
"Changmin-ah, it's 8:30 already, you should get yourself in bed so you can wake up early and go to school tomorrow."
"But Appa... I usually go to sleep at 9:00," I argued... he thinks that I don't know what he has in mind. He wanted to put me in bed early so he can get it on with my sexy Umma.
"Are you talking back to me?"
"No..."
"Well then, let's get you to bed," Appa said, swooning me over his shoulders and carrying me into my bedroom. "Wait, I want Umma to put me to bed... Not you Appa..."
"Huh? Why? Are you getting funny ideas with your mother?"
"No!.. That's disgusting. Daddy, why are you always so protective of mommy? It's annoying you know."
"You're being annoying Max, now go to sleep!"
As if raising your voice at your kid would get him to fall asleep. Luckily, Umma followed me into my bedroom and signaled for Yunho to get out so he can put me to sleep.
"Go to sleep fast Max, Daddy has to help Umma stretch his... " Daddy said before leaving.
"JUNG YUNHO!" Jaejoong Umma was now glaring at Appa, his eyes painted with a shut-up-or-I'll-kick-your-ass look. "You shouldn't tell kids these things you know."
"Alright Jaejoong, meet you in the room in ten!"
"Ew... disgusting old pervert..." I complained as Jaejoong brush the strands of hair away from my forehead, "I know what Daddy meant Umma, you don't need to cover for him."
"Max! How dare you call your dad a disgusting old pervert?"
"..."
"You need to be punish."
Yes... punish me Umma, spank me hard Umma, make me your kid... I was excited for Jaejoong, but this was wrong, so I stopped. I had to keep the appropriate respect that a son has towards his mother. "I'm sorry Jaejoong," I apologized, my little pout back in its game. Soon, Umma was all serene again, happily pulling the blanket over my chest.
"You... you know what he means?" Jaejoong laughed, his eyes shining with beautiful hysterical under my lamp light, "and what does he mean?"
"He wants to have sex with you. You know, he said that your butt looks firm when you wear those shorts."
There, I said it. I busted Appa and I don't regret it. He was being a perverted old man. Umma gasped in shock, his eyebrows raising in surprise, and his hands grabbed his hair in frustration. "He told you that?"
I nodded. Excellent job, Max.
"Umma, you should go teach Daddy a lesson, I'll fall asleep on my own."
"Hmm..." Jaejoong stomped out of his room, not noticing that I was grinning and snickering from under the blankets all this time. Yunho was going to get it for sure. Umma can be a killer when he nags.
Ohh well, it's time for me to go to sleep. What happens to Appa will be none of my business, but I better not hear anything disgusting coming from their room.
In Yunjae's room...
"Yunho!"
"Yes baby?" Yunho asked, wrapping his arms around Jaejoong possessively.
"You told Changmin that my butt was firm..."
Jaejoong wanted to raise his voice, but the sweet kisses that his shirtless husband was sending down his neck stopped him and weakened his knees, causing him to fall helplessly in Yunho's arms.
"It's true.."
"But it's not appropriate to tell an 11-year-old that baby," Jaejoong whispered, wrapping his arms around Yunho's neck as the man carries him onto the bed.
"I'm not the only one sweetheart, remember when you said that you love stretching? That was not very appropriate either..."
"Yes, it was."
"I don't think that Changmin is taking it the appropriate way, because you were wearing those hot shorts and smiling so seductively."
"Oh come on Yunnie, he's not a pervert...like you."
"PERVERT?"
"Uh huh..."
"I'll show you pervert," Yunho said before zipping down his jeans and taking off the shirt Jaejoong was wearing. Not soon after...
"Am I a pervert Jaejoong?"
"Ughh... YES!... you.. big pervert! hardhh... ahhh... harder!"
"Not too loud honey, Changmin might hear us."
"I... I can't... I have to... Yunnie!"
"Hmm.. yeahh baby.. too tight."
"You're..too ...big..."
"But you like it, you love stretching baby."
".... YES!"