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lukhei · 2 years

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changmin lets out a whimper as you thrust into him. he grips your soft locks tightly and tugs, making you groan. “f-faster,” he stutters, desprate to cum. “please y/n, i want you to be rough.” that's all what changmin had to say for you to snap.

your hips picks up the pace and you pound into him faster which makes changmin become a moaning mess, a blessing to your ears. “f-fuck!” he moans loudly, his eyes shut in concentration as he bites his bottom lip, the sight sending you over the edge. he's sweating and his eyebrows are furrowed. a sign that he's close to cumming. your orgasm builds up as you continue to fuck changmin mercilessly, your fingers digging into his hip's skin. “changmin? y/n?” changmin places his hand over his mouth so that no sinful sounds can escape. you grunt lowly, changmin hitting your arm. getting the hint you nod at him. you slow down to reduce the creaking the bed makes.

“yes?” you answer, still thrusting into changmin, changmin's moans muffled due to his hand covering his mouth. “we are leaving now but we'll be back later!” your mom announces. "alright,” you grunt sofly, “have fun,” you tell her. as soon as you hear the front door shut you speed up once again, gripping both of changmin's wrists and place it above his head. “moan. moan louldy for me baby.” you say lowly. changmin gets so turned on by that he can't help but moan softly, blushing straight afterwards. you peck his lips and let go of his wrists, gripping his hard throbbing cock with one hand and the other on his hip. you start jerking him off, his back arches as his mouth falls agape at your sudden action.

changmin starts to pant as you continue to jerk him off and abuse his hole. he moans loudly, your name escaping through his lips as he cums. you groan and ride out your own high. your hips start to stutter as you pant. “where can i cum?” you ask him. he whimpers due to him being so sensitive. “i-inside. cum inside of me.” you cum inside of him, his name escaping your mouth. after cleaning both yourself and changmin up you fall asleep with changmin in your arms.

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shanbinswf · 9 months

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STRIPPER — ji changmin [repost]

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pairing: stripper changmin x afab reader

genre: smut (mdni)

plot: your friends found a hobby of going to different strip clubs and bars. you joined in on their weekly 'night out', but for the first time ever, you found a man who managed to pique your interest.

wc: 1791

warnings under the cut.

warnings: changming is a stipper, he acts a little bit like a whore but we love it, exhibitionism (changmin convinces reader to go down on him in the club), big dick!changmin, mild mentions of dom changmin and sub reader but also not really, oral (m. receiving), hints that they go home together and fuck - not written.

Your friends liked nothing more to waste their schedule-free evenings than to go to a different strip club every Saturday night and waste endless money and time there. They didn’t care if the dancers were male or female, as long as the booze was flowing and hips were shaking, your friends deemed it a great night. You all earned more than enough money to throw some away so freely, so it didn’t make much of a dent in your bank accounts.

You joined in about 50% of the time. You enjoyed the carefree feeling and you never felt judged in the clubs you attended. You were never really hit on, you just hung out with your friends, got drunk, and appreciated some barely-clothed hot people dancing to some sensual music; or sometimes an upbeat dance song which never failed to ignite the dancing-fever inside of all the club goers.

You were apprehensive when your friends invited you to the newest and hottest club in town, however. It was one that was designed just for women as the audience — no men allowed besides the workers. They hired the hottest men and women, and they offered free drinks during a certain time period to differing age groups. They also offered ‘Platinum Services’, which you heard through the grapevine pretty much meant the strippers would get fully naked given the right price.

Another rumour that made the place all the more popular was that the owners allowed their strippers and audience to touch one another, should the stripper wish to get some kind of action with a certain audience member. Free of charge. In fact, as rumour had it, the stripper was usually the one who was expected to pay for a hotel room for the night—so things would end up in the lucky audience member’s favour more often than not.

You entered the club in your best, most expensive red dress that was made of velvet. The dress was comfortable to wear, and looked great. Everything about it made it worth the pricey cost you had to dish out on your credit card. Your golden high heels, which wrapped around your ankles in thin straps of lackluster support, were a huge risk against your inability to stand straight while drunk. You knew you risked falling or twist your ankle at any given time, so you clung to your closest friend and the nearest wall to ensure you remained balanced and your ankles free of injury.

Your friend laughed warmly as her hands moved from your arm to your wrist, helping you sit down at a table right by the walkway that connected to the stage. You admired a dancer who walked paster in a black one piece swimsuit like outfit, and you nodded your head. “She looks amazing, I wish I could look that great in a swimsuit.”

Your friend laughed and pulled up the chair beside you to sit down, your other friends bringing drinks from the bar. You watched as a young man walked behind them, about your age if not ever so slightly older. He had a tray of shots in rainbow colours, and his smile was addictive.

Your friends placed a vodka and coke before you before they placed their own drinks at their seats. The man dressed in a tight white shirt with a bow and black dress pants placed the tray of shots in the middle of the table but made the awkward way around the table to ensure he brushed against you as he did so. His breath fanned the bare skin of your shoulder, and his cologne suffocated your sensed like an aphrodisiac.

You closed your eyes, praying for some space or else you knew you would likely beg the man to let you into his bed by the end of the night. Your friend beside you giggled lightly, and then your felt the cold air around you again and the sent of his cologne drifted away. You opened your eyes, and found the man had just… disappeared. You rushed to crane your neck and look around in search for him, but you failed to find him. You sat back down, deflated.

Hours later and several dancers had graced the stage. One of the hottest women you had seen in your life stole your friend away for the night, so you remained with two other friends but you weren’t as close to them. You decided to try to distract yourself with the free bar for the hour that was offered to your age group. You downed many shots, and your brain was becoming hazy.

You felt a hand on your waist, and another gently hold your wrist before pulling your hand away from your face as you attempted to take another shot. “You’ve had six already, don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

You turned to look at the man who had dared to stop you only to find him again, but this time he was without his white shirt. He was in black dressy shorts, and the black bow remained against his neck. You didn’t get a chance to look at him properly earlier, but now you had a full view of his face, you swore your knees were going to buckle.

How could a man be so beautiful?

You stared at him, lips parted and eyes hooded. He brought his hand away from your wrist but rested it on the side of your neck, his lips pouting. “I’m talking to you, princess. Are you really just going to ignore me like that?”

You rushed to shake your head and turned to face him, his hands never once leaving your body. His touch was feather-light, but your body buzzed as you craved to feel more of his skin against your own.

“I’m not that drunk, just… lonely, I guess?” You shrugged, tilting your head to the side ever so slightly. He couldn’t help but feel seduced by the simple action, knowing you had meant it innocently.

God, he wanted to corrupt the fuck out of you.

His hand moved from your neck to your jaw, his thumb rubbing your red stained lowed lip. His eyes flickered down to your lips, and you felt like you were vulnerable under his intense visual inspection.

“You spent all my stage time here at the bar instead of watching me, pretty girl. I think you need to make it up to me, don’t you agree?” The man asked. Your hands moved to his chest, but stopped before you touched his skin. He looked up at your eyes, nodding slightly to let you know it was okay for you to touch him.

“How do you want me to do that?” You asked, your voice innocent sounding but the way your hands rubbed slowly against his skin told him he had a lot more on his hands when it came to you than he first thought.

“You can call me Changmin,” His voice was low and his eyes were locked on your lips. He was addicted to you, chasing the feeling of the high which he knew would come when he could finally have his cock buried in you.

“That wasn’t an answer to my question, Changmin,” You daringly pushed your body closer to his, his hand making it’s way down to your neck. His fingers ghosted over the skin, but decided to take no action. Instead, his hand went to your shoulder and he pushed, signalling for you to get on your knees.

And you did just as he requested.

Your hands, as if there were magnets in them, rushed to his wait. You grabbed the buckle of his belt and rushed to undo it, then you pulled the leather and it fell out of the loops of his shorts. His shorts, a size too big, shamelessly fell down without the support to reveal he was wearing nothing else, no boxers for support.

Your eyes widen at the size of his half-hard dick and you gulped, looking up at him with parted lips and wide eyes. “It’s too big…” You began, but Changmin tutted and gently brought his thumb to rub your lower lip once again.

“Come on princess, I know you can take it,” He smirked, feeling eyes of nearby party goers on you both, but neither of you seemed to care, too lose in the haze of touching one another.

You opened your mouth, and Changmin pushed his thumb inside. You took the hint and swirled your tongue around it before sucking. Changmin there his head back, letting out a loud and shameless groan at the feeling. His cock throbbed with need, he had to have your mouth around him or he felt he would combust before you.

Changmin pulled his thumb out but kept his hand on your head as he guided you to where he needed you most. While nervous, a part of you wanted to please the man so you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to press against the tip, one of your hands wrapping around him.

You pumped the shaft of his cock while your tongue skilfully swirled around the tip. You slowly took the tip more into your mouth and closed your lips around it, hallowing out your cheeks. You sucked the tip at first, too scared to move down so soon. But the moans coming from the man above you only ignited a fire in you, a fire of passion that caused you to want to make him cum for you, and only you.

You pushed your head down as far as you could go before you felt you were going to ignite your gag reflex, then you pulled back to the tip again. Your head moved in sync with your hand that was at the shaft. You kept moving back and forth, sucking the tip harder each time you reached it.

His moans grew louder, breathier, needier. You knew he would cum any second, but you never expected it to be as quick as it was. Your eyes went wide as he tried to pull you off him, but you took all of his seed in your mouth with pride. He finally managed to pull you off his dick and looked down at you with tired eyes, but he somewhat looked amazed also.

You stood, grabbing a napkin and spitting out his cum before you grabbed your shot and downed it, then you turn to him with a smile. “Is that good enough to make you forgive me?” You asked, pouting your lips dramatically.

Changmin cocked an eyebrow, his lips twitching up into a smirk. “I booked a hotel room for the night… Care to join me?”

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t3kandson · 2 years

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Finest Creation

Wordcount; 1,780

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Sohn Eric & Reader X Kim Younghoon

Characters; Sohn Eric, Kim Younghoon, Lee Sangyeon, Lee Juyeon, Lee Hyunjae, Kim Sunwoo, Moon Kevin, Bae Jacob, Choi Chanhee, Ji Changmin & Ju Haknyeon

Warning; angst, smut, mention but not descriptive Sex, Degrading terms, Murder, Blood, Blood Sucking, Fire and Graves.

Notes; chapter 10/14 of Part Three

Earlier Chapter & Parts found here.

You ran from them all, it was too much, they was a constant memory of Y/N and you needed to run as far away as you could. You knew what Younghoon said was true, Y/N had wasted her sacrifice on you. You was worthless, sobs threatened to break you, but you let it chase you as you ran. Sheltering in the day light and running during night had become thirsty work. You couldn’t find any vampire who even knew what blood capsules was, let alone had any. Your throat burned, flashbacks of your death flooded you, the pain in your stomach piercing, that you was sure you was dying. You realised you needed to drink blood to survive. You knew you would kill them so you looked around for someone that deserved death.

It didn’t take long before you found what you looked for, some heavy tattoo lass, plunging her fag into the body of a younger male. Her body laughing at his whimpers. “What’s up? do you want me to do it again you weak and Feeble man?” she mocked as she took a knife and plunged it into his chest, laughing as he struggled for breath. You rushed towards her in anger at her evilness and sunk your teeth into her throat, the blend of liquorice hitting you. You began to go Feral, you had been on capsules for so long.

The buzz from the high wasted no time crashing in to you, your head going fuzzy and everything looking white. You dropped her and fell to the floor on top of her thrashing from your fix.

When you woke you was In a darkened hut, your body smelling burnt. You glanced at your clothes, they had melted, sticking to your skin, you could smell you had burned. “No thank you?” you heard a chuckle from the side of the small dark room. “Who’s there?” you whispered. When the Flick of her lighter pressed revealing herself, it was the Girl you had suckled on, you could see she was a vampire. You placed your hand on your head feeling dazed and confused, you fed from her, how was she here? and looking healthy despite being just a few hours old? She hadn’t suckled any blood from you so how had she been turned? “Though maybe I should be thanking you,” she scoffed, “daddy,” she teased winking as she straddled you. You gulped under her as she leaned her body down on yours, your member being traitorous.

“Mmmmm Daddy’s excited, see who’s he awoke,” she said taking your hands to touch your growing arousal. She held your hand pressing down on your bulge, her mouth hovering near your neck with her fangs. She dragged them down your neck as you felt the blood drip down where her fangs had sliced you. She winked seductively at you as she licked the blood up. “Mmmmmmm you have a sweet taste,” she said as she bit into your neck briefly. “Mmmmmmm you taste fruity like a summer punch,” she said licking her lips. She licked the blood from your dripping neck with her tongue and slowly wiped it along your lips, “taste it yourself daddy,” she said digging her core against you. As if she controlled your body your mouth let her tongue invade.

You woke with her naked body draped over you. she looked wicked even in her sleep and you threw your head to the floor, you let her have sex with you. Your stomach screaming in pain, you felt like you had cheated on Y/N. You found your clothes and emerged to the cool breeze outside, taking comfort from the fresh air.

It wasn’t long before she was there in-front of you, still naked as you glanced around to see if their was any one about. “Hey your naked,” you scoffed pushing her back to the hut you had sheltered from the sunlight in. “And?” she giggled like some sort of school girl. “And people will see you,” you said pushing her into the shed once more. “Ok daddy,” she pouted seductively as she reluctantly remained in the darkened hut. “Will you stop calling me that,” you scoffed leaning against the door. She emerged minutes later fully dressed, “well you created me,” she said pressing her finger to your mouth and pressed it to her neck. You rolled your eyes soon realising you was left with a trouble maker newborn vampire that somehow you managed to create.

After all the girls you could have turned, it had to be someone like her, a murderous crazy person.

“What’s your name anyway?” you asked, “it’s Kwan, but you can call me your slutty princess,” she winked. “Really?” you scoffed rolling your eyes, “I won’t be calling you that,” you added.

Taming her was hard work, while you somehow created loads of vampires unintentionally as if they didn’t need your blood for their creation. Kwan took pleasure in her prey, toying with them watching their fear before taking their life. She reminded you a little like Juyeon, earning your fist to ball.

“So who’s this Y/N you cry about in your sleep?” she asked when you woke up from your slumber. Your body froze hearing her say her name. “She’s just someone I know,” you replied putting your clothes back on but she straddled you, “did you love her?” she pouted, “do you still love her?” she asked. “I don’t like being jealous so you need to get her name out of your pretty little mouth,” she said pressing her lips hard to yours.

You made sure to not fall asleep before her, so she couldn’t hear your dreams or cry’s. But she occasionally would mock you, telling you she knew. “Y/N don’t leave me,”, “Y/N I love you,” she would say screwing her face up and taking her anger out on her next victim. Her constant jealousy burning through got to you. when she mocked her when you woke one evening, and in bitterness, because you avoided her advanced told you, “it was good Y/N was dead, or I would had fun slicing her face,” Her words of evil against your Y/N was enough to have you run as soon as she dug her teeth into that evenings meal, Never to be seen again.

But she was here in the flesh, standing with what looked like her own army, you gulped. If one Kwan was bad, hundreds of her on blood control wasn’t a good sign. “Hi daddy,” she said suggestively, your body refusing to move from her eyes. “Missed me,” she said moving closer. “Oh look, looks like daddy got his family back,” she mocked. “Who is she?” Younghoon whispered, her head snapping to him, “Oh me, I’m Eric’s finest creation ain’t,” you cut her off before she finished her sentence, “don’t call me that,” you seethed. “What’s up daddy? not pleased to see his slutty princess?” she pouted.

“What do you want?” Kevin asked breaking her thoughts, “ooooh who this,” she said tilting her head to look at him, before giggling excitedly. “Oh this is brilliant and they don’t even know, but I do, I smell it,” she said as Kevin’s chest fell. “What do you want Kwan,” you spluttered out. “Well I heard you had a army of your own and well you know how I get jealous and that. I’m your special girl so I took them all out but,” she said kneeling to the floor, her eyes shooting to the Grave stones not far from her. “I heard a little whisper in the sky,” she said changing her direction, your throat tightening as she walked towards Y/N and Dalrae’s graves.

“That your planning to bring the powerful Y/N back,” she stroked her fingers along Y/N’s grave stone. “Oh but wait daddy, I got something to show you first,” she opened her palm to flames appearing. “Cool right,” she said, Kevin’s silence unnerving you. “The things I can do,” she said tossing the flames into the air catching and then throwing it, hitting some of your vampires. Their shrills hitting the air as some panicked and ran toward the building. “Oh no, don’t go, we’re having so much fun,” she said twirling her fingers in the air creating a twister and sending in around you, right into those that ran, tossing them into the air, the whimpers and Shrills hitting your ears.

Younghoon’s grips on Hayoon tightened, you stood in front of her to remove her view and offer some sort of protection, Y/N had sent her here, the least you could do was protect her. “Oh, no one else wants to play no?” Kwan said looking fed up. She locked eyes with yours widening them in playful glee, “you left me alone to fend for myself, your very mean,” she whined with a fake innocent tone. “Looks like I have to punish you,” she said winking, “Kwan let’s leave all these alone and go and talk if it’s me,” she cut you off, laughter hitting the air and echoing. “You think I came here for you,” she said leaning over Y/N’s gravestone. “No, I know what your planning,” she said winking her eyes. “And you know what I’d say I do if she was alive,” she growled. “Well here’s my final gift to you,” she giggled and created one final ball of fire, picking it up and slammed it down on top of Y/N’s grave. “Now,” she screamed as her army charged towards you.

You looked to Kevin he seemed frozen to the spot, looking vulnerable. But he grabbed your hand, locking his fingers through yours and threw them to the floor. His head snapping back as words left you, eyes widened, before you could speak, your head snapped back and you followed the process. A shield covering you and the building from your own hands as you and Kevin created magic.

When the shield was up, Younghoon was at the edge of the shield watching Y/N’s grave’s burning, tears streaming down his eyes. Kevin was weakly on the floor, Jacob tending to him. Sunwoo helped you up as you walked towards the shield, Kwan on the other side. “Oh clever, realised it was time to show them who you really are,” she said locking eyes with Kevin. You all looked and gasped at him, “What’s she on about,” you scoffed. “He’s a hybrid like me and like Y/N, the witch line comes from him,” she giggled. You almost fell backwards, “wait what?” you gasp. “Oh it gets better,” she claps her hands in excitement, “Y/Ns my granddaughter,” Kevin spluttered before Kwan could finish her sentence

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