Changmin: Pomp and Circumstance, Pt. 2
Title: Changmin: Pomp and Circumstance, Pt. 2
Author: Thelma
Requested by: rainyballoon
Rating: NC-17 (for the second part)
Part: 1 | 2
Genre: Romance, smut
Summary: An elaborate game of hide-and-seek amidst glittering masks, summer evening breeze, and hundreds of white-suit clad men, oh my!
A/N: First part by Lou, and second part by me. Enjoy! :)
The swell of the strings indicates the beginning of the dance sequence, and the two of you twirl and spin, letting your feet move with the tempo and feeling the music shape the atmosphere around you, as you and he shuffle past partner after partner to be rejoined again.
The song changes into a medium-tempo waltz, and he takes the lead, guiding your clumsy feet with his graceful strides. He twirls you around and dips you a couple of times, whispering to you that he may let you go if you don’t smile brightly enough for him, to which you respond with a giggle.
“…So, are you enjoying yourself?” the handsome stranger asks, as he dips you one final time.
“Well, I can't say that I’m too miserable… I mean, minus all the near-death threats on your part, the whole experience hasn’t been too utterly terrible, you know?” you say, a smile playing on the corners of your lips.
He begins to pull you back up as the song begins to come to its end. “But… Don’t you care about finding the heir? What about Changmin?” You see his eyes - though obstructed slightly by the mask - glittering with an unrestrained adoration, focused solely on you.
You look at him earnestly, your eyes shining. “I’m positive that no other man here could’ve given me the same enjoyable experience I’m having here with you tonight.”
He pulls you up and into his arms, cradling your body against the firm planes of his towering, lithe body. You wrap your arms around his torso, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours, and breathe in in satisfaction, when you pick up a familiar scent…
…a musky sort of vanilla.
Your jaw drops, and you pull away from him, as the gears in your mind click together.
He looks down at you, frowning. “What’s--”
Wordlessly, you pull him away from the dance floor and toward the shadows near the back of the mansion, where you’re sure that nobody else will see the two of you. The two of you are greeted by a well-groomed garden, but your mind is too much in a state of panic to register the beauty of your surroundings.
“Hey, what--” he starts to say, but you interrupt him with an embrace.
“You’re the guy…” you murmur, burying your head into his chest. “You’re the one I’d been looking for… the one I ran into while I was in the mansion… Right? The one who found my earring.”
You feel the vibrations of his laughter against his chest as he chuckles silently. Pulling away from your embrace slightly, he takes your face in his large hands and carefully places a gentle kiss on your lips.
“So you’ve caught me, I see… I have to say, that girl who threw the earring was a huge bitch... I was pretty tempted to punch her-- I mean, give her a stern talking-to myself...” he breathes against your mouth, before descending upon your lips again. However, his kiss is different this time - more needy, more heated, and more passionate - as the tip of his tongue caresses the pursed valley between your lips, silently asking for entrance.
You concede, letting your fingers travel up to his hair - God, how you’d wanted to touch those soft raven locks when you’d seen him in the foyer - and letting one gloved hand run rampant amidst his locks while your other gloved hand draws a slow, sensual pattern down the back of his skull and the nape of his neck, beneath the collar.
You’d just slipped your own tongue into the hot cavern of his mouth, when he’d pulled away.
“W-wait,” he says, a blush blossoming on his handsome face. “Let’s not do this here…” Sweeping you up bridal-style, he practically dashes toward the back door, punches in a series of numbers to unlock the door, slams the door behind him, and carries you into the foyer and up the marble staircase. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you let your tongue tease the sensitive areas of his neck, and he lets out a small groan.
“At this rate, I’ll never make it…” he pants, half from fatigue and half from repressing his growing sexual frustration, as he skillfully makes his way down the corridors and punches in another series of numbers to open the door to the room at the very end of the hallway.
Closing the door behind him, he turns off the lights so that the only light in the room is coming from his window that overlooks the illuminated front lawn. Tossing you on the huge canopy bed right next to the window, he strips himself of his jacket, inner shirt, and pants, exposing his well-defined chest and toned legs. Turning you over on the bed so that you are lying on your chest, he finds the zipper on your back and slowly pulls it down, leaving a trail of kisses to every bit of your back as it becomes more and more exposed.
Rolling off to the side of the bed, you get up with your back toward the bed - and him - and start taking the dress, when you feel his firm hands against your bare shoulders. Sucking and kissing the skin on your bare pack, he slowly peels the dress off your arms and chest, as his thumbs caress you gently, sending shivers down your spine and jolts of pleasure that begin to pool around your womanhood. You feel your nipples hardening at becoming exposed to the colder air, and let out a pleased sigh.
He gets up from the bed too at that moment, and presses wet, hot, needy kisses down the small of your back as he continues to strip you. His kisses travel down to your now-exposed ass and legs, worshipping every inch of your exposed flesh as he kneels behind you and lets the gentle fabric of the dress pool at your feet. Moaning, you shiver in excitement as your womanhood begins to pulse with a growing need for pleasure.
Getting up again, he presses his hard body against yours, and you feel his hardening manhood against the small of your back, your skin and his separated only by the thin fabric of his underwear. The very thought of his near-naked body downward just a bit more while you spread your legs a bit more in order to grand him access to press against your nubile lower lips is… more than enough to drive you off the edge, here and now.
Just then, a sly finger grazes ever-so-softly near the fabric of your panties, and you let out an almost-shuddering gasp. He chuckles softly as he presses another hot kiss against the nape of your neck, the material of his mask making small indents into your skin.
“Hmm… So wet already, my little vixen? My, my…” he says, his voice sultry and husky. “But you know, getting straight to the dirty is never really any fun…”
Then, he lifts you up and tosses you into the bed again, your back against the silk sheets, as your hairdo finally comes loose and leaves locks of your hair fanning out against the bedspread.
He lets out a curious sound - a cross between a suppressed gasp and groan - upon seeing you splayed out on the bed, and you see a hungry lust glittering in his eyes, turning you on even more. He takes your wrists in his hands and pins you onto the bed, straddling your thighs with his own, as his hardness almost seems to pulsate against your arousal.
“You don’t know how badly I just want to take you right here and now…” he groans out, dipping his head down to give one of your nipples a long, teasing lick. He dips his head down and flicks your other nipple with his skillful tongue, before engulfing it with his greedy mouth. You let out a mewl of a moan as you arch your back, giving him better access, as your hips begin to grind slowly against his restrained shaft.
“But you know… I’m still… Hnnngh… A… gentleman… mmmf…” he moans, as he feels your hips rock against his, as his tongue and mouth give both your nipples the same amount of attention. He smirks, kissing you on the forehead, and then giving you a deep, thrusting kiss before pulling away only slightly. “I bet this dry-humping is enough to get you off… Isn’t it?”
You blush, and avoid his gaze. “Sh-shaddup.”
With one hand, he slips off your mask, and kisses the tip of your nose. “Just as I thought. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”
Your cheeks are stained red, as you avoid his gaze, turning your head away. But he won’t have it, and turns your head to face his.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
Blushing even more, you only answer him with a kiss as you reach out to grab his ass and press his groin even more into yours, as you wrap your legs around his taut torso and thrust against him.
“Hnngh… No… Stop.. Mmmf…. Ah… Ah--!” He moans against your unrelenting lips, and before long, you find your groin area to be slightly wet and sticky, as his body caves into yours.
You take his face - now resting in the valley between your breasts - and give him a gentle kiss. “Hmm… So wet already, my little vixen? My, my…? You’re a virgin too, aren’t you?”
He licks your nose, and gives you a coy smirk, as he laughs. “You caught me.”
“But--”
He smiles fondly down at you, kissing your cheekbone. “Despite all this, I really want to save my first time for someone I know would be truly special to me... Which is why I let us go so far, Little Miss Trouble.”
Your breath hitches at your throat; was he implying that-
“I know this is a bit out of the normal sequence of events… But would you consider a future with me, despite where it might lead? You know, like a date or marriage or something.” he murmurs gently into your ear, the nose portion of his mask pressing into your cheek.
“Well, I can’t very well decline, after your being the first one to see my bare-naked, nubile, virgin body…” you respond with a mock-innocence, as you laugh and nod yes. “But first…”
You turn your head to face his, and slip off his mask, and gasp softly. He smiles at you through his innocent eyes, framed by a pair of defiant brows and long eyelashes, which cast a gentle shadow onto his cheekbones -- and now you are positively certain that you’ve never seen a handsomer man in your entire life.
Smiling devilishly, he sits up and pulls you into his lap, with your ass at the edge of the bed, and spreads your legs open. Pushing your panties aside to expose the core of your pleasure to the night air, he lets a single thick finger come in brief contact with it before stripping you of your panties altogether. Hissing in pleasure, you lean back into his chest and open your legs wider, pushing the both of your backs onto the bed. You lick your hand thoroughly and reach under your ass for his manhood, pulling it out of his underwear to expose it to the night air as well. Lying down on his chest, you cup his manhood by his scrotum and bring your hands up the shaft, rubbing it against your bare clit, and he lets out a soft gasp of his own.
Not to be undone, he cups your entire womanhood with his heated hand, and slips two fingers past your feminine folds. Letting out a small groan, you spread your legs even further and lift your ass up into the air as you quicken your pace up and down his shaft. Grunting, his fingers delve deeper and deeper, as his speed quickens and your pleasure escalates, as your moans grow louder and more unrestrained.
Then, a white-hot sort of sensation seizes up your body and your inner muscles contract against his fingers, as you let out a guttural moan. He finds his own release not too long after, and the two of you lie in bed together, panting heavily as you ride out the rest of your orgasmic sensations.
“…I guess this would be a good time as any… huff… to tell you that you’ve won the game?” he says, rolling over and cradling your face in his hand.
You frown slightly. “Uh… what?”
“Because, you know, my last name kinda is Shim, and my first name kinda is Changmin…” he says, mirth dancing in his eyes.
Your eyebrows furrow, as you smile. “No way!”
“Yes way. And if I recall correctly, you already kinda agreed to spend the rest of your sexy life in my arms, so it’s a win-win situation. For me, at least.”
“What?! I--”
He rolls over, and, straddling you, kisses you again. “Shush. Now, if I recall correctly, my mom only gave us two hours, and we already used a good portion of that time up… So I plan to put all the time I’ve got left to suuuuper good use…” he murmurs, as his lips pave another trail of kisses down your neck.
Author: Thelma
Requested by: rainyballoon
Rating: NC-17 (for the second part)
Part: 1 | 2
Genre: Romance, smut
Summary: An elaborate game of hide-and-seek amidst glittering masks, summer evening breeze, and hundreds of white-suit clad men, oh my!
A/N: First part by Lou, and second part by me. Enjoy! :)
The swell of the strings indicates the beginning of the dance sequence, and the two of you twirl and spin, letting your feet move with the tempo and feeling the music shape the atmosphere around you, as you and he shuffle past partner after partner to be rejoined again.
The song changes into a medium-tempo waltz, and he takes the lead, guiding your clumsy feet with his graceful strides. He twirls you around and dips you a couple of times, whispering to you that he may let you go if you don’t smile brightly enough for him, to which you respond with a giggle.
“…So, are you enjoying yourself?” the handsome stranger asks, as he dips you one final time.
“Well, I can't say that I’m too miserable… I mean, minus all the near-death threats on your part, the whole experience hasn’t been too utterly terrible, you know?” you say, a smile playing on the corners of your lips.
He begins to pull you back up as the song begins to come to its end. “But… Don’t you care about finding the heir? What about Changmin?” You see his eyes - though obstructed slightly by the mask - glittering with an unrestrained adoration, focused solely on you.
You look at him earnestly, your eyes shining. “I’m positive that no other man here could’ve given me the same enjoyable experience I’m having here with you tonight.”
He pulls you up and into his arms, cradling your body against the firm planes of his towering, lithe body. You wrap your arms around his torso, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours, and breathe in in satisfaction, when you pick up a familiar scent…
…a musky sort of vanilla.
Your jaw drops, and you pull away from him, as the gears in your mind click together.
He looks down at you, frowning. “What’s--”
Wordlessly, you pull him away from the dance floor and toward the shadows near the back of the mansion, where you’re sure that nobody else will see the two of you. The two of you are greeted by a well-groomed garden, but your mind is too much in a state of panic to register the beauty of your surroundings.
“Hey, what--” he starts to say, but you interrupt him with an embrace.
“You’re the guy…” you murmur, burying your head into his chest. “You’re the one I’d been looking for… the one I ran into while I was in the mansion… Right? The one who found my earring.”
You feel the vibrations of his laughter against his chest as he chuckles silently. Pulling away from your embrace slightly, he takes your face in his large hands and carefully places a gentle kiss on your lips.
“So you’ve caught me, I see… I have to say, that girl who threw the earring was a huge bitch... I was pretty tempted to punch her-- I mean, give her a stern talking-to myself...” he breathes against your mouth, before descending upon your lips again. However, his kiss is different this time - more needy, more heated, and more passionate - as the tip of his tongue caresses the pursed valley between your lips, silently asking for entrance.
You concede, letting your fingers travel up to his hair - God, how you’d wanted to touch those soft raven locks when you’d seen him in the foyer - and letting one gloved hand run rampant amidst his locks while your other gloved hand draws a slow, sensual pattern down the back of his skull and the nape of his neck, beneath the collar.
You’d just slipped your own tongue into the hot cavern of his mouth, when he’d pulled away.
“W-wait,” he says, a blush blossoming on his handsome face. “Let’s not do this here…” Sweeping you up bridal-style, he practically dashes toward the back door, punches in a series of numbers to unlock the door, slams the door behind him, and carries you into the foyer and up the marble staircase. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you let your tongue tease the sensitive areas of his neck, and he lets out a small groan.
“At this rate, I’ll never make it…” he pants, half from fatigue and half from repressing his growing sexual frustration, as he skillfully makes his way down the corridors and punches in another series of numbers to open the door to the room at the very end of the hallway.
Closing the door behind him, he turns off the lights so that the only light in the room is coming from his window that overlooks the illuminated front lawn. Tossing you on the huge canopy bed right next to the window, he strips himself of his jacket, inner shirt, and pants, exposing his well-defined chest and toned legs. Turning you over on the bed so that you are lying on your chest, he finds the zipper on your back and slowly pulls it down, leaving a trail of kisses to every bit of your back as it becomes more and more exposed.
Rolling off to the side of the bed, you get up with your back toward the bed - and him - and start taking the dress, when you feel his firm hands against your bare shoulders. Sucking and kissing the skin on your bare pack, he slowly peels the dress off your arms and chest, as his thumbs caress you gently, sending shivers down your spine and jolts of pleasure that begin to pool around your womanhood. You feel your nipples hardening at becoming exposed to the colder air, and let out a pleased sigh.
He gets up from the bed too at that moment, and presses wet, hot, needy kisses down the small of your back as he continues to strip you. His kisses travel down to your now-exposed ass and legs, worshipping every inch of your exposed flesh as he kneels behind you and lets the gentle fabric of the dress pool at your feet. Moaning, you shiver in excitement as your womanhood begins to pulse with a growing need for pleasure.
Getting up again, he presses his hard body against yours, and you feel his hardening manhood against the small of your back, your skin and his separated only by the thin fabric of his underwear. The very thought of his near-naked body downward just a bit more while you spread your legs a bit more in order to grand him access to press against your nubile lower lips is… more than enough to drive you off the edge, here and now.
Just then, a sly finger grazes ever-so-softly near the fabric of your panties, and you let out an almost-shuddering gasp. He chuckles softly as he presses another hot kiss against the nape of your neck, the material of his mask making small indents into your skin.
“Hmm… So wet already, my little vixen? My, my…” he says, his voice sultry and husky. “But you know, getting straight to the dirty is never really any fun…”
Then, he lifts you up and tosses you into the bed again, your back against the silk sheets, as your hairdo finally comes loose and leaves locks of your hair fanning out against the bedspread.
He lets out a curious sound - a cross between a suppressed gasp and groan - upon seeing you splayed out on the bed, and you see a hungry lust glittering in his eyes, turning you on even more. He takes your wrists in his hands and pins you onto the bed, straddling your thighs with his own, as his hardness almost seems to pulsate against your arousal.
“You don’t know how badly I just want to take you right here and now…” he groans out, dipping his head down to give one of your nipples a long, teasing lick. He dips his head down and flicks your other nipple with his skillful tongue, before engulfing it with his greedy mouth. You let out a mewl of a moan as you arch your back, giving him better access, as your hips begin to grind slowly against his restrained shaft.
“But you know… I’m still… Hnnngh… A… gentleman… mmmf…” he moans, as he feels your hips rock against his, as his tongue and mouth give both your nipples the same amount of attention. He smirks, kissing you on the forehead, and then giving you a deep, thrusting kiss before pulling away only slightly. “I bet this dry-humping is enough to get you off… Isn’t it?”
You blush, and avoid his gaze. “Sh-shaddup.”
With one hand, he slips off your mask, and kisses the tip of your nose. “Just as I thought. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”
Your cheeks are stained red, as you avoid his gaze, turning your head away. But he won’t have it, and turns your head to face his.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
Blushing even more, you only answer him with a kiss as you reach out to grab his ass and press his groin even more into yours, as you wrap your legs around his taut torso and thrust against him.
“Hnngh… No… Stop.. Mmmf…. Ah… Ah--!” He moans against your unrelenting lips, and before long, you find your groin area to be slightly wet and sticky, as his body caves into yours.
You take his face - now resting in the valley between your breasts - and give him a gentle kiss. “Hmm… So wet already, my little vixen? My, my…? You’re a virgin too, aren’t you?”
He licks your nose, and gives you a coy smirk, as he laughs. “You caught me.”
“But--”
He smiles fondly down at you, kissing your cheekbone. “Despite all this, I really want to save my first time for someone I know would be truly special to me... Which is why I let us go so far, Little Miss Trouble.”
Your breath hitches at your throat; was he implying that-
“I know this is a bit out of the normal sequence of events… But would you consider a future with me, despite where it might lead? You know, like a date or marriage or something.” he murmurs gently into your ear, the nose portion of his mask pressing into your cheek.
“Well, I can’t very well decline, after your being the first one to see my bare-naked, nubile, virgin body…” you respond with a mock-innocence, as you laugh and nod yes. “But first…”
You turn your head to face his, and slip off his mask, and gasp softly. He smiles at you through his innocent eyes, framed by a pair of defiant brows and long eyelashes, which cast a gentle shadow onto his cheekbones -- and now you are positively certain that you’ve never seen a handsomer man in your entire life.
Smiling devilishly, he sits up and pulls you into his lap, with your ass at the edge of the bed, and spreads your legs open. Pushing your panties aside to expose the core of your pleasure to the night air, he lets a single thick finger come in brief contact with it before stripping you of your panties altogether. Hissing in pleasure, you lean back into his chest and open your legs wider, pushing the both of your backs onto the bed. You lick your hand thoroughly and reach under your ass for his manhood, pulling it out of his underwear to expose it to the night air as well. Lying down on his chest, you cup his manhood by his scrotum and bring your hands up the shaft, rubbing it against your bare clit, and he lets out a soft gasp of his own.
Not to be undone, he cups your entire womanhood with his heated hand, and slips two fingers past your feminine folds. Letting out a small groan, you spread your legs even further and lift your ass up into the air as you quicken your pace up and down his shaft. Grunting, his fingers delve deeper and deeper, as his speed quickens and your pleasure escalates, as your moans grow louder and more unrestrained.
Then, a white-hot sort of sensation seizes up your body and your inner muscles contract against his fingers, as you let out a guttural moan. He finds his own release not too long after, and the two of you lie in bed together, panting heavily as you ride out the rest of your orgasmic sensations.
“…I guess this would be a good time as any… huff… to tell you that you’ve won the game?” he says, rolling over and cradling your face in his hand.
You frown slightly. “Uh… what?”
“Because, you know, my last name kinda is Shim, and my first name kinda is Changmin…” he says, mirth dancing in his eyes.
Your eyebrows furrow, as you smile. “No way!”
“Yes way. And if I recall correctly, you already kinda agreed to spend the rest of your sexy life in my arms, so it’s a win-win situation. For me, at least.”
“What?! I--”
He rolls over, and, straddling you, kisses you again. “Shush. Now, if I recall correctly, my mom only gave us two hours, and we already used a good portion of that time up… So I plan to put all the time I’ve got left to suuuuper good use…” he murmurs, as his lips pave another trail of kisses down your neck.