#q smut

[juyeonszn]

EXCITEMENT

PAIRING ji changmin x f!reader

WORD COUNT 6.22k

GENRES smut ﹒angst ﹒fluff

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, best friends to lovers, numerous mentions of the female orgasm, ji changmin is a bit of a manwhore, mentions of alcohol, insane tension my b, intense making out x2, oral (m! and f! receiving), multiple orgasms, couch sex but missionary, unprotected sex (wrap before u fucking tap -_-), creampie, changmin is lowkey very whipped and very pussy drunk in this, also forewarning for every fic in this collab— there is lots of foreshadowing and references to the other fics since they all fall within the same timeline/universe!

SUMMARY you know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. what you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.

MORE i hope u jichang lovers are strapped in and ready for this… kinda went crazy with it 😭😭 um anyway?? first fic of the black out or back out collab?? crazy!! this fic actually ruined me. it used up all my brain power so if every other one sucks u can’t blame me!! it’s the law!! also, i’d like to take a moment to wish my boyz a very happy 6th anniversary <3 so so proud of all they’ve accomplished these past 6 years and i can’t wait to see what they do in the next 6. in this deobi shit 4L frfr 🙏🙏

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel

TAGLIST @millksea

“No fucking way.”

You blink at Soyeon. It wasn’t that hard to believe. In fact, it was pretty easy to believe. You set down the bowl of popcorn on your lap and nod slowly.

“Uh, yeah. Yes fucking way,” a nervous laugh escapes your lips. “I’ve had to fake it with every guy I’ve ever been with. I don’t know what it is. Maybe something’s wrong with me.”

Men were… incompetent at certain things. And apparently your pleasure was one of those. Every dude you’ve ever slept with failed to make you finish. It was at the point that you felt that you were the problem. It would be understandable if it had been a couple guys, but every single one? Your luck had to be complete ass.

The only reason the topic had been brought up was because Soyeon had mentioned something about her last fling during your movie night. She was talking about how that had been the best sex she's ever had and it spurred you into making your confession. The last guy you’d been with had probably been the worst.

“Never?” Jiwon’s jaw drops, elbows resting on her knees. “How are you still alive, girl? How do you get your fix?”

“My hand, my vibrator, my pillow sometimes,” you shrug, picking at a loose thread on your blanket. “I’ve learned to make do with my situation, I guess. If I can’t get it elsewhere, I’ll just do it myself, y’know?”

Your girl friends look at you with pouts on their lips, as if they were the ones experiencing your misfortunes. You hadn’t even expected it to be such a big deal. You’d thought this was a normal, common occurrence. Boys usually sucked at things when it came to girls. But they all took this as a personal hit, like you were a fallen soldier in battle.

Perhaps the female orgasm was far more important than you assumed it to be.

“Considering who your best friend is, you’d think you were getting good dick left and right,” Dahyun snorts into her glass of wine. “This is actually kinda insane.”

You guess she had a point, despite you both leading very different lives. Changmin, your best friend, was known as one of the many heartthrobs on campus. He was in a fraternity, played on the school’s baseball team, and he even played with other things. Namely the hearts of practically every other girl at your university.

You’d think it would bother you to be so close to a man who couldn’t give less of a fuck about those of the same sex as you. But for some reason, you couldn’t find it in you to care. It’s not like he was bragging about the bitches he bagged on a regular basis. Though you were his best friend, he understood boundaries. He knew what was appropriate to talk about with you and respected that.

Your friends laugh at her observation, but drop the conversation after that, resuming the movie you were watching. However, it’s not that easy for you.

You can’t stop wondering if something really *is wrong with you. Why was it that everyone and their mom was capable of finishing and you weren’t? It was more unlikely that every single man you’ve been with sexually was that mediocre. Were you really that unlucky?

It bothers you so much that you find yourself still thinking about it well into the following week.

With the start of the new semester, came the adjustment of new classes. Even though you were a Communications major, you made the grave mistake of taking Lifespan Growth and Development with Changmin for the extra credit. He was an Early Childhood Education major, so it was a requirement for him, but not for you. (Honestly, he only forced you to take it with him so you had at least one lecture together. He was afraid your friendship might start to fade if you didn’t see each other often.)

Imagine how horrified you felt when your professor began to talk about babies and their circadian rhythm, but the only thing in your head was the fact that you’d never orgasmed because of a man. You felt like you were going crazy at this point. Really, the thought should’ve been long forgotten by now. But you couldn’t help yourself from dwelling on it, especially after your friends made jokes at your expense.

As you’re walking out of the lecture hall side by side with Changmin, you keep your focus on the ground, your hearing going in and out. His voice is staticy, your brain only registering words here and there. You’re a little pissed off that this has become such an issue.

He notices your lack of response and stops walking, eyebrows furrowed. You pause in your tracks along with him. “Are you good? You’ve been spacing out all morning.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you shake your head as if that would rid of these stupid thoughts. “I’m just a little tired, I guess. I haven’t been getting much sleep.”

“Well, you better fix that. We’re expecting this weekend’s party to be one of the bigger ones this semester. Juyeon’s passing those fliers around like it’s his job,” Changmin purses his lips with a snort, ruffling your hair. “I need my beer pong partner to be in tip-top shape.”

You scratch the back of your neck. Half of you was kind of hesitant to go to this weekend’s TBZ party considering that was where you met the dude who started this whole downward spiral. He made an offhand comment about seeing you again, but you were actually hoping that would never happen. And with your fortune, the probability of running into him was pretty high.

“You see…“ You begin, but Changmin interrupts you with a distressed groan before you can continue.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of flaking,” his arms fall to his sides as his head tips back dramatically. “Y/N, I really need you there. How else am I gonna smoke everyone? I need— I mean we need to keep our title.”

Sometimes you wish Ji Changmin took anything else as seriously as he takes beer pong. You suppose it came with being a fraternity brother or something. They all drank alcohol like it was fucking water. You’re still sort of surprised none of them (Sunwoo) has gotten alcohol poisoning yet.

“I’m just… trying to avoid someone. And they’ll probably be there.” You sigh, fiddling with your fingers. Your best friend gives you an unreadable look that flashes across his face only for a moment.

“Tell me who it is. I’ll make sure they’re not allowed in. I’d much rather have you there than some rando who’s bugging you.” He says, shoving his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants.

“That’s really unne—“

“Yo, Changmin! Aren’t you going with us to Cobie’s?”

You both turn towards the sudden intrusion, the voice belonging to Eric Sohn. He’s around 50 feet away from where you’re standing, joined by Kim Sunwoo and Ju Haknyeon. Changmin yells out his answer and spins back to you, an apologetic smile on his face. Somehow, you’re a little grateful for the interruption.

“We’ll finish this later, okay?” He nods at you, heading backwards in their direction. “You’re going, Y/N.”

You really should’ve listened to your instincts when they told you to skip out on the party.

You’re well aware that every attendee was crucial for the TBZ boys and their stupid rivalry with the KAT girls. So maybe you understood why Changmin needed you there so badly, aside from the obvious beer pong thing. However, you were starting to regret showing up.

First of all, Ji Changmin was nowhere to be found. Second of all, Jeon Soyeon was hounding you all night about the secret you so idiotically shared with your gal pals.

She was dead set on finding you a solution. (Basically, she was scanning the crowd of partygoers for a suitable man to satisfy your overdue needs. And she was proving devastatingly unsuccessful.)

You were too anxious to drink, also. Your feet were bouncing from where you sat on the couch, and your fingers couldn’t stop fidgeting. The antsiness was getting annoying at this point and you were hoping your knight in shining armor (Ji Changmin) revealed himself soon. Lest he wanted to lose out on his beloved beer pong partner.

It appears that your years of honing in on your manifestation powers have finally come to fruition when you spot Younghoon and Juyeon hauling the beer pong table into the living room. Where one of those tables are stationed, you know you’re guaranteed to find your best friend. The shorter of the two gentle giants cups his hands around his mouth and announces the first round of tonight’s tournament.

You stand from your seat, grabbing the opportunity to break free of Soyeon’s efforts to pimp you out. You’re ready to confirm you and Changmin’s spot in the tournament, when you see that you’ve already been beaten to it. It takes absolutely everything in you not to let your jaw drop and your eyes to tear up.

Some girl who happens to be in your Lifespan Growth and Dev class (you think her name is Iseul) is draped over Changmin’s arm, signing them up for the first round. He doesn’t look like he wants to, but makes no effort to refuse her.

You don’t know why it irks you. It shouldn’t irk you.

You’ve never cared about who he spends his free time with in the past. It’s been so easy for you to let his behavior slide, brushing it under the rug like it was no biggie. But this time, you care a whole lot. You chalk it up to the fact that he was seemingly replacing you as his beer pong partner, even though that was the entire reason why he wanted you to come to the party.

Yeah. That’s why.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips just as Hyunjae passes by, no doubtedly heading to the beer pong table. You catch the sleeve of his polo and force him to halt in his steps. You’re not even sure why the hell he’s wearing a polo in the first place, his outfit embodying the stereotypical frat boy perfectly. This looked nothing like his usual wardrobe.

“Oh, hey Y/N, what’s up?” He smiles that award-winning Hyunjae smile, the one that manages to charm every girl in the room every single time he pulls it out. He brings the brim of his red solo cup up to his lips and finishes whatever’s left in it with one swig. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Do you wanna be my beer pong partner?” Okay, well now you’ve said it so there’s no going back.

His eyebrow shoots up in a mixture of shock and pleasant surprise. “Me? You’re not gonna ask Changmin?”

“He’s…” Your eyes flitter over to where he stands with Iseul(?), Hyunjae’s following. No. You’re okay. This isn’t getting to your head at all. Everything’s cool and peachy. “He’s too preoccupied.”

Hyunjae chooses not to say anything, instead nudging you over to the opposite end of the table. Changmin’s eyes widen when he sees the two of you, even having the audacity to look scandalized. God, maybe that was his biggest fault. He was so entitled.

So, it was just fine for him to bail on you in favor of some girl he didn’t even know, but the second you talk to one of his frat brothers, it’s off the table? What a fucking hypocrite. The whole ordeal was actually beginning to get on your nerves now. All you wanted to do was win this stupid beer pong game to show him that he’ll never find a partner as good as you.

Woah. Holy shit, Y/N. You need to dial it back a bit with the possessiveness. That was a lot, especially for you.

Juyeon narrows his eyes at you and then glances over to Changmin, the cogs turning in his head slowly. You’re not sure if that’s because he’s so used to seeing you both on the same side of the beer pong table, or because his vision was so shitty. Either way, it has you cowering behind Hyunjae a little as he dips the ping pong ball into the cup of water in the center.

“Okay, you know the rules. Let’s have a healthy, friendly game,” Younghoon says, tapping the table with a smile. “No playing dirty. I’m looking at you, Hyunjae.”

The brunette raises his hands in surrender, doing a quick bout of rock, paper, scissors with Changmin to determine which team went first. He wins with a quirk of his lips, sauntering back over to you. After rolling his neck around and popping his fingers, he tosses the ball right into Changmin and Iseul’s center cup.

You hate to admit it, but Hyunjae’s actually pretty good at this. You’ve never really paid attention to anyone else’s beer pong skills considering you’ve only ever played with Changmin as your partner. Who knows, maybe you’ll switch over permanently after this. At least, you might if he keeps up whatever it is that he’s doing.

Your best friend’s jaw tightens as he grabs the red solo cup, chugging what’s inside. He huffs and takes his turn, nearly missing with the way the ball circles around the rim. He sighs in relief at the same time you grimace. You still hadn’t had anything to drink all night and starting with fucking beer was probably the worst idea.

The game probably would’ve been a bit more competitive had Iseul been decent at beer pong, but she sucked. So Hyunjae and yourself always kept your lead by one cup or more. Karma is a dish best served cold, or however the saying goes. And karma certainly presented itself in the form of Ji Changmin’s first ever TBZ beer pong tournament loss.

Hyunjae high fives you with a cheesy grin, lacing your fingers together and shaking them around. He presses a kiss to your temple and guides you away from the table as Juyeon and Younghoon clear it for the second round. It wasn’t odd for any of the TBZ boys to show you affection since you were like a sister to most of them, but this felt… kind of weird. You can’t pinpoint exactly why, but it made you feel off.

“You’re my secret weapon,” he laughs, hands burying into the pockets of his khaki shorts. “I’m gonna steal you as my partner permanently.”

As much as you joked around in your head, the truth of the matter was that you could never actually replace Changmin. In spite of him acting like a complete dumbass tonight, he was still your best friend. Not even the biggest of fights would change that fact.

Before you can dismiss him, Changmin is stalking over to you with a slight scowl. His nostrils flare a bit as he asks, “Can we talk?”

You barely nod and then he’s fisting the material of your top at the small of your back, urging you away from the living room. Your feet keep tripping over themselves while you attempt to match his pace but he’s too determined to reach his destination in mind to even notice. No one even bats an eye as you get ushered to your demise.

You’re coaxed into a nearby bathroom without a word, your best friend standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest. Because you hadn’t seen him a majority of the night, you hadn’t gotten the chance to get a good look at him. He was wearing a long sleeve striped polo and some baggy jeans, which probably would look basic on anyone else. But this is Ji Changmin. Girls flocked after him for a reason.

“Why would you play with Hyunjae? You know the type of guy he is. Now he thinks he has a shot with you or something.” As soon as he opens his mouth, you remember the type of guy he is.

“What does it matter to you? You were too busy giggling with your flavor of the week. Of course I wasn’t gonna wait around for you.” You bite back, mirroring his stance.

“Flavor of the—?” His eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and then everything settles in. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you laugh humorlessly. “Don’t act all hypocritical with me, Changmin. I can’t believe I even came to this fucking party for you when you didn’t even bother giving me the same energy. Best friend, my ass.”

A scoff brushes past your lips and you turn to exit the bathroom, but he grabs your wrist. His grip isn’t too harsh, but it’s tight enough to stop you from going anywhere. “Wait. Don’t leave.”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” Your eyes flick back and forth between his and the fingers wrapped around your forearm. And you know, you really should’ve predicted what would happen after that. The nature of your words were provocative in their own right, not to mention the tension brewing in the midst of your argument.

From one second to the next, Changmin’s mouth is on your own, your back pressed to the bathroom door. His hands are everywhere and nowhere all at once; digging into your sides, running through your hair, caressing your face. You feel insane. Your head feels empty, no coherent thoughts running through it as his lips move against yours.

They migrate along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking wherever they feel fit. Everything is moving way too fast for you to comprehend what’s happening. His lips feel so good on your skin, you’re having trouble finding the strength in you to stop him. But you know you have to. This was your best friend, for god’s sake. And besides, you didn’t want to deal with the disappointment you’ve faced time and time again when it came to men. You couldn’t handle feeling that way toward him.

Your palm presses against his chest and you try your hardest to ignore the sensation of his heart thumping beneath it. Your eyes squeeze shut as you push him off of you gently. Not expecting the sudden disruption, he stumbles backwards slightly. He’s a little dazed, like he, too, has not a single thought in that brain of his.

“I can’t— we can’t—“ You’re breathless, heaving up and down as if you’d just ran a damn marathon. “I have to go.”

You don’t give Changmin any freedom to react, escaping the bathroom exasperated. There’s too much going through your mind to search for Soyeon, leaving the party as quickly as you can. The moment your foot steps out of the front door, it’s like you’re given some clarity. The fresh air feels cool on your warm skin while you take the walk back to your apartment, not in the mood to sit in a stuffy car with anyone else. You needed to think clearly and vulnerably, and someone being there would just hinder that.

But first, you had to figure out where to go from here.

It’s been a couple days since the last TBZ party and you were still avoiding Ji Changmin like he was the plague.

You were definitely wishful thinking when you decided to just ignore things until you had class together. And even then, you were planning on pretending like nothing even happened. Fucking up your friendship with him was something you couldn’t stand emotionally. Or physically. It would be akin to the pain of having your heart ripped straight from your chest.

Meeting Changmin when you did was almost like a blessing in disguise. His attitude about life was exactly what you needed coming into university. You were shy and scared of your new surroundings. You had no friends, you were far from your family, and your imposter syndrome was through the roof. But then he swooped in and made everything better somehow. As much as it was a snooze fest, you’ll eternally be a little bit grateful for sharing that First Year Seminar class with him.

Deep down, a piece of you has always belonged to Changmin. From that first day of freshman year to now, you’ve always held him to a different standard than everyone else. You liked to believe it was because he was your best friend, the one person who sought you out even when it felt like no one ever would. And until very recently, you kept trying to convince yourself that was the case.

If you slept together that might be worse. What if he ended up like every other guy you’ve landed in bed with? What if he couldn’t satisfy you? It would make it even more strained. You didn’t want to end up like every other girl who’s vied for his heart and failed miserably. He wasn’t a relationship person.

Falling for him alone would complicate everything. If he didn’t feel the same, it would be weird between you and your friendship would never go back to normal. Yet as you lay here, body bundled in your comforter and drowning in one of the many sweatshirts he’s left over at your apartment, scrolling through his feed, you realize that there’s no return from this point. Now that you’ve contemplated the idea, you’re too far in.

You know, the universe had funny ways of rewarding you. (Or rather, punishing you.)

There’s a knock at your front door. You’re not entirely sure who it could be since you weren’t expecting anyone, but one glance through the peephole and it’s all over for you. You consider stepping away, running and cowering in your bedroom until he disappears so you can go back to dissimulating that your entire life wasn’t crumbling to your feet.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there. Open up, please, we need to talk.”

You curse under your breath but unlock the door anyway, maneuvering so he can come inside with ease. Changmin stares at you with an unreadable expression for a minute, vision raking over your figure. Maybe you’re imagining it, but it’s something similar to how men have looked at you before, like they were undressing you with their eyes. That’s when you remember that you were wearing his sweatshirt.

Without pants underneath…

The wind knocks out of him in an instant, something primal coming over him when his gaze lands on you in his clothing. He knows he shouldn’t think about you the way he does. He shouldn’t think of how pretty you are when your pen is caught in your teeth, attempting to make sense of whatever your professor was talking about. He shouldn’t think of the way your cheeks flush when you’ve had too much alcohol at one of the TBZ parties. He shouldn’t think of kissing you, or pressing up against you like a dog in heat. He shouldn’t be thinking of the kiss you shared Friday night.

You’re his best friend, the one person in the world who has ever understood him. The one who’s always glued to his side even when he may be in the wrong. Why would he ever want something different? How could he ask for more when he should be thankful for what he was already given?

“Why are you pushing me away? Why are you ignoring me?” Is what he finally asks after the silence has become unbearable.

“Changmin,” you swallow thickly, hesitative with what you say next. “Friends don’t kiss— we don’t kiss.”

He takes a step forward, and then another, and then another until he’s only arms’ length from you. “But, we could.”

You release a shuddery breath, reaching out to stop him from coming any closer. “P-Please. We can’t do this— I can’t do this.”

“Why not?” He pushes. He knows he’s tiptoeing the edge of something else. There’s a fine line between what you have now, and what he’s wanted for so long. It’s always been a matter of if you wanted that too. “Is it because you just don’t want to?”

You’re not even sure how to respond to him. Of course you want this. It isn’t that you don’t want him. You’re more scared than anything. You’re scared of becoming just another victim of Ji Changmin’s charms, of giving into him and it leading to another let down. Your resistance is evident on your face, and you’re not all that taken aback when he sighs.

“I’ve wanted you since that first day of First Year Seminar, Y/N. No one has ever compared to you and no one ever will,” he confesses, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. “I sleep with random girls to get you off my mind, to forget that I’m pretty fucking in love with my best friend.”

Then it all clicks.

It’s like you’ve come to the biggest realization of your life, an epiphany striking you suddenly with the weight of a freight train. It all trickles into place, the reason why you’ve never enjoyed yourself during sex. The reason why you’ve never finished at the hands of any man you’ve been with intimately.

None of them were Ji Changmin. None of them were the best friend that your heart has belonged to since your freshman year.

You press your lips to his without any warning, nearly colliding into him with the force of your impatience. He reciprocates immediately, fingers tangling in your hair and holding you closer than physically possible. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, tongue dragging along his lower lip. Years of repressed longing and pining find themselves surfacing in this one kiss.

Changmin’s hands travel to your waist, burrowing into the fabric of his sweatshirt as he yanks you toward the couch. He falls to a sitting position when the backs of his knees hit the edge, your knees resting on either side of his lap. You don’t break apart once, not even to gasp for air as he grinds you down onto him. Through the material of his cargos you can feel him. He’s just as throbbing as you are, your core pulsing with a need unlike any other.

His fingers reach for the hem of the sweatshirt and that’s when you pause him, your nerves getting the best of you. He frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just,” admitting this a second time isn’t easier. “I’ve never— nobody’s ever made me… you know…”

The corners of his lips curl up, thumbs rubbing the backs of your thighs. “You’ve never came before, baby?”

Your breathing stutters in your chest, the smugness of his voice sending shockwaves through your body. You should’ve fully expected him to be a master at pillowtalk, what with the whole Sex-God persona and all that jazz, but it still catches you off guard. You shake your head shyly, arms hooked around his neck. His mouth attaches to the spot behind your ear, sucking the skin tenderly.

“I’ll make sure you’re ruined for anyone else,” his voice is no louder than a whisper, but sounds deafening to the cotton stuffing the place where your brain should be. “I’ll make you feel so good, you won’t think twice about who you belong to.”

A small whine emits from your throat, hips gyrating themselves onto his crotch. He bucks up into you instinctively, keeping you still on his lap. The sheer possessiveness of his tone is driving you up the wall. That seemed to be something you had in common with each other. You’re lightheaded, too many layers of clothing blocking the space between you. Changmin connects your lips again, sliding his hands beneath the sweatshirt so his fingers can hook into the waistband of your panties.

He helps you out of them and your top, baring your entire body to him. The way his cock twitches makes him feel like a goddamn teenager. You paw at the zipper of his pants as he pulls off his t-shirt, tugging the cargos down his legs so you can kneel between them. If he thought he wasn’t going to last before, he’s certain of it now. He wraps your hair around his fist in a makeshift ponytail, watching you with hooded eyes as you kiss his tip.

“You look so gorgeous like this,” his voice is wavering, his composure drifting off.

That encourages you to take him into the wet heat of your mouth, tongue twirling around the tip. You run it along his slit, tasting the precum that had formed there. His head falls back onto the sofa cushions, jerking his hand back a bit and tugging your hair just enough for it to sting. You moan around his dick, the pain providing more pleasure than its intended purpose.

He bucks up into your mouth yet again, his length gliding down your throat. Not prepared for the intrusion, you gag, pulling off of his cock with a string of saliva bridging your lips to the tip. Tears prick at your eyes for a second, and then you’re going back in.

This time you manage to relax your throat, fitting more than you could prior. Changmin’s eyes are half lidded, not once daring to look anywhere that wasn’t you. The sight of you so eager to please, so desperate to reward him in spite of you being the one who’s never orgasmed before, was clouding his thinking.

The image of you on your knees, sucking him off like your life depended on it, would be burned into his brain for the rest of his life. (Not that he minded. You lived there practically rent free, anyways.)

Your attention stays on the tip of his cock, tongue repeatedly alternating with dragging under the head and the slit on top. He could die happily, actually, the fear that he may never have you in this way finally dissipating into thin air. Want could only take a man so far.

He doesn’t stay sentimental for very long, remembering that you were currently between his legs and the inner monologue could wait for later. Though, he makes the grave mistake of making direct eye contact with you and it’s game over after that point.

Changmin finishes with a groan, his cum painting your chest with milky white ropes. He cups both sides of your face, bringing you up to kiss you messily. He doesn’t care that he can taste himself in your mouth, nipping your bottom lip to pry it open. The two of you swap spots, with him now on the floor and you on the couch. He pushes up your knees, spreading them to gain access to your cunt, glistening with your slick.

He presses a soft kiss to your clit, glancing up at you through his lashes to gauge your reaction. He not only had a reputation to defend, but he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was going to be the first man to make you cum. But it wasn’t sufficient to just fuck you, he needed to do more than that. He needed to flood your senses and show you exactly what you’ve been missing out on.

His tongue circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, his ring and middle fingers going counter-clockwise on your entrance. He can hear the laboring of your breathing, the sharp exhale through your nostrils when he experimentally slides one of them inside of you. He starts to pump it slowly, building up the pace until he adds the other finger, curling them.

You whine when Changmin’s lips envelope your clit, suckling like a man starved. His fingers south don’t halt their assault, the palm of his other hand flattening on your lower stomach. You reach down to card through his hair, clutching the strands for support. He groans against your pussy, the vibrations contributing to the knot growing tighter in your abdomen.

He switches his tongue and fingers a moment later, lapping at your hole and swiping at your clit in a close ovular pattern with his thumb. You’re dizzy, lids fluttering shut and back arching off the cushions in a weak attempt to minimize the space between you. Changmin pins down your hips with his forearm, continuing making out with your cunt.

He flips the stimulation once more, mouth on your clit and fingers buried deep inside of you in an instant. He keeps his eyes on you, focused on every scrunch of your face and slacking of your jaw. The sudden difference in sensations has a loud moan ripping from your vocal cords, that knot coming undone almost too quickly for it being your first time in this position. You feel his lips turn up in a smile, like he’s proud of himself for doing the impossible.

Changmin pulls back slightly, his fingers still working you down from your peak. When he thinks you’ve calmed, he’s up and kissing you, petting your hair gently. “You did so well for me, baby.”

“I’ve made myself cum so many times before, but never like that— holy shit, Changmin…” You’re a little stunned and he finds it cute, despite you both being in such a compromising situation.

“I need you to give me one more, is that okay?” He lays you on your back, hovering over you. “I wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock.”

You pull him down for another kiss, pecking the side of his neck with a hum. “Want you to fill me up, too.”

The groan that leaves him is guttural, his forehead falling onto your collarbone. Dreams really do come true. He hikes up one of your legs, lining himself up with you. He guides his cock into you and watches you for any moves of discomfort. A whimper bubbles past as he slips in, bottoming out smoothly. Half of you still couldn’t believe this was happening. No fucking way was Ji Changmin on top of you right now, dick compressed in your cunt to the hilt.

He holds your knee to your chest as he begins to thrust his hips, driving his cock deep from the get go. Each motion jostles you further up the sofa, but you’re too gone to care. Your eyes have started to roll to the back of your head and you already feel that pressure rising in the pit of your stomach.

At this rate, you’re not sure you’ll last very long. You’re still extremely sensitive from your first orgasm and Changmin’s plowing into you like he might never get the chance to do it again.

“You’re so— fuck— you’re so tight, baby… Squeezing me in like you don’t wanna let me go,” he rasps, trailing open mouthed kisses along your jaw and carrying them down your jugular.

You moan something about how deep he is, about how you can feel him everywhere. It’s too much. It’s not enough. And despite him giving you everything he has to offer, you crave more. You’re yearning for more.

Something in you snaps and you’re cradling his face in your hands. “Love you so much, Changmin. Wanna be with you forever.”

His eyes widen at your off-kilter confession, but he doesn’t cease once. If anything, his speed increases as he kisses you passionately, noses bumping but so far on the spectrum from the others. This one is more emotional, more meaningful. It’s not long before he’s spilling into you, moaning against your lips. You follow closely behind, your second orgasm cresting like a tidal wave.

You stay like that for a minute, both of you soaking it all in. Your chests meet in the middle with each breath you take.

Changmin pulls out of you carefully, laying so you can rest comfortably on top of him. A smile inches across his feature, like he was on the inside of a joke you weren’t. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“What…”

“Nothing, it’s just,” he brushes some of your hair from your forehead to leave a smooch there. “I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you how I felt for a while now. I just wanted to assure that you wouldn’t scream in my face and run the opposite direction. But you went ahead and beat me to it.”

“You meant what you said about the other girls?” You nibble at the skin of your cheek, nervous. “You slept with them to distract yourself from me? Even Iseul?”

He nods, albeit a little shamefully. “Not my proudest moment, I’ll say. I could’ve gone about it a million other ways. But yeah, I didn’t want to ruin what we had. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you just because I couldn’t get my feelings in check.”

“You’re stupid,” you laugh, cuddling further into him. “It’s a good thing I’m kind of into that.”

“Kind of?” He quirks a brow at you. “I don’t know, you were saying something about loving me so much and wanting to be with me forever earlier…”

You smack his chest playfully. “Shut up. That was a moment of weakness or whatever.”

“It’s okay,” he smiles at you fondly, as if you were the reason that the sun shone so brightly. “I love you, too. And I wouldn’t mind being with you forever.”

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[jvkeh]

he’s silent until it comes to head in public.

⤷ cw. semi public sex | idol x reader | © jvkeh

your boyfriend wasn’t a big moaner. during the course of your relationship, he opted for hearty grunts and low mumbles. it wasn’t to say he didn’t enjoy it, because god knows he loves it more than anything else. but he was never particularly loud.

he didn’t think anything would necessarily get him going, until he experienced the tension and sexual stress of fucking in a secluded area at a public outing after not seeing you for the duration of his family holiday. now that he got to see you at the get together with his friends, the boy dragged you off to the nearest empty bathroom and was desperate to makeout til your lungs were anaphylactic, until you suddenly kneeled on the floor.

next thing he knows, you’re on your knees, taking his cock inch by inch into your throat, hands gripping his thighs. the erected cock fits perfectly between your lips, snug as a baby’s blanket. he’s in awe of your trained resistance to your usual gag reflex. while he was away to celebrate, you were practicing the methods of taking his big dick down your mouth. fuck. he didn’t even want to think how that looked. you in bed, lonely and in your pajamas, sucking on a dildo with one hand while the other’s down your underwear. were you thinking about him? just in your loose henley tanks and lacy underwear?

“good fucking girl, taking me so well.” he groans out, living in the pleasure of feeling his dick be deepthroated. this was so new, but felt so right. you were making his cock vibrate from your hums of agreement, only heightening the stimulation he was feeling. “keep goin, honey. make me cum into your mouth.”

he knows it’s exceeded the usual time for two people to pee in the toilet, and that his friends were most definitely suspicious of what they were doing. but fuck, it feels too good to stop. not when he’s close to filling your throat with his hot cum, ready to shoot into your tummy so you be full of him. maybe, through a near impossible coincidence, he impregnates you. sounds exit his mouth at the thought of you being knocked up, all a result of him.

he ignores the ringing of his phone in his jean pocket, occupied by what’s in front of him right now. and he could feel it, the familiar rising that shoots from his inner body to his tip, but in a stronger sense. like he combined his three orgasms to make one ultimate, ready to land in your mouth any second.

and it hits him like a truck as white seeps out of his tip, filling your mouth like a liquid snowstorm. you groan out loud, making his cock even more sensitive as he moans loudly at your mouth talents. he’s not going to be able to place underwear over without getting edged. “fucking hell, honey.” he exhales. “where did you learn this?”

you remove yourself from his mouth, a hand still gripping his cock as you wiped the remaining cum off your lips. “a secret.” you winked as your eyes scanned his blush, a result of your unfamiliar intimacy. “i never heard you moan this loud before.”

he shrugged, a smile etched on his lips. “i never felt you deepthroat like that in a span of ten minutes before.”

juyeon, HEESEUNG, jeno, vernon, JEONGHANNNNNN, juyeon, WONWOO, changmin, soobin !

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[strayed-quokka]

lifeblood || ji changmin

» summary: your blood was sweet, you were sweet, and changmin is addicted.

» pairing: ji changmin x female reader

» rating: NC-17 minors do not interact 

» genre: supernatural, just porn tbh, smut, vampires

» warnings: oral (f recieving), fingering, i guess blood play (according to google it counts), changmin thinks your blood is sweet (yes we went there), biting, scratching, bruising, changmin can be scary in theory but also takes care of you, rough(ish) sex, aftercare, big dick changmin because that is my brand, one use of good girl, sweet names, creampie, brief loss of conciousness if you really look, implied feelings if you squint, oh and he’s pretty fucking strong

» words: 3,296

» a/n: LISTEN I have no excuse, this is filth, it is a mess, roar changmin is to blame. And I wanna just warn that if you have any issues with blood drinking just don’t read it I warned you now PFFF. Like… it’s not for everyone and I get it. But don’t come at me for it if you proceed anyway cause changmin is a vampire and acts accordingly so yeah that is all thank q. 

The stories you’d been told when you were younger should’ve maybe deterred you from letting the night time bleed into your window, casting dark shadows along with the moon that illuminated through the sheer curtains. You were always told to be vary, to be afraid of the creatures that roamed in the dark. 

The ones that watched you when you’d turn around, the ones who’s bright yellow eyes were a threat, and even more so when they illuminated red. 

So why you were letting one spread your bare legs now was beyond you.

Changmin had been an intriguing mystery to you since you met. He seemed sweet, with dimples that charmed you and eyes that seemed so inviting, but when that smile dropped and he became hungry, everything changed. 

He could be scary, downright terrifying even, if he wanted to be. His threats that he made were real, always, and his anger was not easy to contain if he released it. Though despite all that, he possessed a hold on you so tight that every time he asked to be invited into your house, you said yes.

It was your own fault. When you’d first met, it was at a gas station and you’d managed to cut your finger somehow on the clip you press down to fill up your car's gas, and almost within seconds, Changmin was behind you. 

You should be careful.

He was warning you. Told you that your blood smelled so sweet, it may attract attention from people that would hurt you to get a taste. By the time you’d agreed to let him keep you company to protect you, it was already too late to realise that there was no way he could smell it. 

Unless he was one too. 

Once you did realise, he simply looked down at you and grinned, almost wicked, as if he knew he was caught but didn’t have any shame. Though despite all that, despite his hunger for you in particular, he had never made you feel like you needed to run away. 

And maybe that’s why you were foolish enough to let him stay around, to lick off the wound on your thumb that night and to come around every now and then to try it again. It was an addicting thrill, one that nearly made you feel high, to risk your life in his hands more and more every time. 

You were covered in healing puncture wounds from his fangs at various stages, hidden mostly though he’d been particularly careless the other day on your neck, bitten too high and now you were stuck in sweaters far too warm for the weather. He’d check on it occasionally, made sure none of your wounds ever got infected. You’d agreed for him to feed off you, but he had made it clear that he’d always check that you were healing as a compromise to you letting him. 

The way he always checked on you was one of the reasons that you were able to calm down, to tell your body that you were safe, despite the sharp pain you’d feel, followed by that same thrilling high. 

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he’s looking down at you, his chest bare, your ankles over his shoulders as he caresses your legs. You were left in your lace underwear that you’d learned he liked in particular and a tight cropped shirt that was doing nothing to hide your erect nipples. 

“Tell me more,” you demand, and Changmin may be annoyed by your insistent attitude if it weren’t for how you were begging the words out with light breaths. He grins instead, turns to the side to kiss your leg before retracting his fangs, letting the point that’s sharper than a blade just scratch the surface of your skin. 

It almost tickles, making you squirm. 

“Hmmm, I could,” he starts, then leans down to hover over your chest, staring straight into your eyes with ones that are a sharp yellow, “or I could show you?”

You say yes before he’s barely finished speaking, and he knows he has you right where he wants you as he goes to take your shirt off, leaving you in just your panties, ones that are clinging to you with the dampness between your legs.

He’s rather harsh in spreading your legs apart, pushing your left thigh to the side and pressing it into the mattress. The flimsy fabric slips between your folds, revealing part of your drenched cunt to his hungry eyes and you almost don’t notice how quickly he’s sunken down to lie with his head near your thigh, arms under your upper thigh before they circle up to grip your waist. 

“Baby,” it’s almost condescending, the tone he uses to speak to you, but there’s something about the draw of his voice that has any ability to bite back, fall to the back of your throat, “I’ve barely touched you.”

You know what he’s talking about. You’re so aroused by his mere presence, that the barely there touches are enough to make you wet. He could do the bare minimum and it would likely still turn you on. Changmin was just… different. Hard to explain, but he was beautiful and calculating, and he’d somehow managed to figure you out in such a short span of time that he knew exactly what to do and how to do it. 

“Touch me then,” it’s the only real demand you manage to make, but even then it sounds weak, strained in your throat though he seems to take to the request. You feel the way he hooks two of his fingers by the lace covering your modesty (barely), pushing the fabric to one side before his tongue lays flat between your folds. 

The sudden feel of him between your legs has you jolt upwards in surprise, but it makes him eager to keep going. He doesn’t need to be slow with you, can be, but doesn’t have to, and that’s one thing he really likes about you. 

“Cute,” he chuckles, and you know he’s looking at you like you’re easily breakable, and honestly, with him you may as well be. You’d always considered your control to be excellent and your reserve strong, but he had you weak. It was near pathetic.

He lays a kiss right over your clit before lightly releasing a breath over the bundle of nerves. The cool sensation makes you whimper, and he gives you no warning when he grabs your hips tighter with his hands, forcing your body up just slightly off your mattress, before his tongue pushes inside you. 

“Fuck, Min!” he doesn’t answer, too wrapped up in you, the way you taste and how your body responds to his mouth, to even begin to speak back. Your voice has gone from quiet to a pathetic mess of moans and soft pants, the occasional call of his name that only makes him go faster. 

You feel one of his hands slip away from your waist, and you’re about to complain about how cold the bone of your hip feels without his touch, but the thought is erased when his middle finger replaces his tongue inside you, his mouth moving back up between your drenched folds to twirl a pattern around your clit again just as he curls his finger. 

You’re going insane. 

“Y-yes… more. P-please,” and Changmin won’t deny you when you look this pretty under him, but he also has his own needs to take care of, and the heightened scent of you and your arousal has him desperately needing to taste. 

“I- I want… need to taste you,” and it’s when you connect with his eyes that you know he means something else. 

That’s another thing about Changmin. No matter how strong his urges are, he’s never once failed to ask you first if it’s okay. 

Though it would be difficult at this point to find an instance where you’d deny him the taste of you. 

You feel your orgasm build, your head rolling back as soon as you tell him yes, that he can do what he wants, and he quickens his pace to push you right over the edge. 

He doesn’t say anything to you, not that he could anyway when his mouth is preoccupied, but he does find the time to slip another two fingers inside you and you know you’re about to come undone. Changmin knows it too, feels it in how you tighten around his fingers and how your thighs press into the side of his head like you could crush him. 

Honestly, Changmin finds you so incredibly sexy when you lose your mind. 

It’s when you’re just mere seconds away from orgasm that he quickly replaces his tongue with his other free hand, his thumb over your clit instead, and it might’ve delayed your orgasm, made you mewl and plead and ask why, but that never comes. 

The sharp pain of his fangs in your thigh mixed in with the pleasure of his fingers brings you over the edge completely, arching off the bed and screaming his name so loud that you’re relieved you live alone. You nearly want to cry from how good it feels, barely comprehending the sensation of him draining you off the sweet crimson liquid that keeps you alive, his fingers still curled inside you as you ride out your orgasm. 

He groans, and it’s the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard. Changmin overall, is incredibly sexy, and he loves to remind you like this. You grip his hair with the strength you have left, chest moving rapidly as you tug, trying to pull him away from your thigh. 

Changmin complies. Even if his instincts tell him he doesn’t want to, that he could drain you completely and wants to, he also knows that when you pull him away, he’s going to obey. 

It’s the only thing Changmin lets you control, mostly because he knows you do it when it’s too much, when it either hurts past pleasure (though that’s exceedingly rare), or you’re becoming dazed and lightheaded to the point of it being dangerous. That’s why he listens, even if his entire being tells him not to.

His eyes are stained red now, dark and haunting, like they are every time he consumes you, and you swear his gaze is so intense that it demands your body to move regardless of your own mind. You’ve turned around on the bed before he even asks, though he’s the one to forcibly push your knees further apart, your ass up while your face rests against the pillows. 

“You’re eager, god,” you nod desperately, though you’re not sure he even notices, “you want me to fuck you like this?” 

You try to speak. You really, honestly try, but no sound comes out. Not until you feel a sharp slap to your ass that nearly pushes your whole body forward, “Yes! Please, y-yes.”

“Good girl,” you can feel him press his body against you, his cock bare against your folds and it makes you mewl, pushing against him. He has the nerve to laugh at you, leaning down so his chest hovers over your back as he whispers in your ear, “does your leg hurt?”

You’d honestly been so out of it that you’d forgotten, though this serves as a reminder of the sting on your left upper thigh. It does hurt, but not nearly enough for you to care. 

“I’m okay,” and you say it with the most conviction, your heart warming just enough that it might scare you to what the implications of your feelings may mean. He doesn’t ask for anything else, though he’s always cautious anyway, in case anything shifts in your tone that implies that you’re not okay. 

Changmin may have fucked you quite a number of times by now, and whilst you may have gotten used to his presence in the bedroom, it somehow still surprised you when his cock would bury itself inside you. Because no matter how often you found yourself like this, you were still naive enough to believe that he must be fully inside you when he’d really only come a little over halfway. 

And every time, without fail, the realisation that he was going deeper made you whimper his name in a way that sounded like a musical note to his ears. It was beautiful, to see you so out of it when he’d barely done anything that required effort. 

He stays like this for a while, cock inside you fully while your walls constrict around him, making him hiss as he’s gripping your waist with his fingers, kneading the flesh so hard it may definitely bruise as he steadies you, and you want to tell him to move, that you need him to.

Though he knows. He knows to replace his inaction with too much, because it sends you into overdrive and he loves to see you fall apart like this. Changmin is fast, unnaturally so which makes sense given who he is, but it’s the way in which he slams his hips into you that would make you collapse if he wasn’t keeping you up. 

“Oh fuck! F-fuck… M-Minnie. Harder!” 

“Think you can… can take that?” 

He loves to tease you, push you to limits that a human shouldn’t be pushed too, but you want it and he won’t deny you. 

“Y-yes. Please, Min,” his one arm goes around your chest, lifting you up against his own, your back arched while he quickens his pace, and he’s so aggressive that it may bruise both his own hips and your ass as a result, but you don’t care. 

“Wish you could s-see what you look like,” he’s trembling, nibbling on your ear before he’s gently biting into your shoulder, just sharp enough to feel but not enough to cause injury, something which takes a level of self control that he’s spent decades trying to master. You grip the arm he has around your chest with your fingers, clawing at his forearm and flesh to hold onto just as he brings his free hand to your clit, “beautiful.”

Changmin is a master at making you fall apart. The way he slams into you is animalistic, brutal even, in ways you always wished to experience when past partners just didn’t do enough, and it’s the way he shows care to you whilst treating you like a ragdoll that ultimately makes you lose your mind. 

“Fuck-” he groans, forehead falling to your shoulder, “you’re clenching.”

You know what that means. You know that aside from you being so close to an orgasm, it means that he’s going crazy from how your walls feel constricting around his cock and that he wants you to come. 

“B-bite me. P-please C-Changmin,” he doesn’t see sense anymore when you ask like that. He releases a deep growl, near possessive of you, his teeth digging into the flesh between where your neck meets your shoulder, the arm that was around your chest further up by your shoulder blades now as the other wraps around your stomach, firmly gripping you in place as he slams his cock into you one more time, your orgasm so intense that you swear you nearly see absolute darkness for just a second when you reopen your eyes. 

You cry out his name, screaming and trembling as he’s firm in keeping you unmoving which only makes it more intense, and he groans, licking the wound on your neck as you feel his cum fill you up, milking him dry as your walls clench repeatedly to grip him. 

He’s about to pull out but your hips follow his movements, keeping him close to you and you can practically feel him smirk against your neck. 

“Baby, we can’t stay like this,” but you don’t want to listen to him even if he’s right. Even when you feel him try to lick the crimson red from your skin by your neck to clean you up because you’re being stubborn and won’t let him help you properly, even then, you don’t want to move. 

However, Changmin is just as stubborn as you. That, and he has supernatural strength, able to overpower you in seconds and so he does, throwing you around and up onto his waist as he stands on the bed, your legs around his hips as you feel his cum slowly move down between your legs and to your ass, his hands gripping your flesh while he looks up at you. 

There’s something so inherently sexy about the way he can get up after an orgasm and throw you onto his waist to walk you into the bathroom, and something far more sexy about being met with the state you’re in because of him. He ruins you beautifully, litters your skin with beautiful colour that also stains his soft lips and white teeth. 

“I’m fineeeee,” but it sounds pathetic, and it’s near embarrassing how your body arches to him spreading your legs again, making him laugh at you. 

“I need to clean them,” he says, stubborn as he gently slaps your hand away that’s reaching out to touch him, “behave.”

As soon as the damp warm cloth touches your wounded thigh is when you realise that it actually hurts quite a bit more than you’d noticed, making you hiss slightly at the stinging as he tries to gently treat your skin. His eyes are hungry when he does, and you know that deep down, he’s fighting with himself to taste you again. 

“Minnie?” 

“Hmm?” 

Though you aren’t sure why you called his name, what you’re trying to get his attention for, so you just watch him fondly with eyes that give away far more than you’re ready to admit to him or even yourself. 

“You’re pretty.”

He laughs again, moving up to clean your neck and you let him without any hesitation, completely trusting him despite his instincts. 

“You’re so cute,” it makes you blush, dazed from orgasm and happy enough that he warms you with words that seem so mundane and basic, yet they’re not, “I’m gonna disinfect it but… do you wanna shower first?”

“Yes please,” your hands reach for him again, and this time he takes them into his, drawing circles with his thumbs over your knuckles, “with you?”

“If you behave,” you gasp, laughing and feigning shock though you nod nevertheless as he brings you off the counter and to your shower, stumbling slightly as you do, “careful.”

“I don’t like how you still function. It’s not fair,” you pout, letting him follow you with a hand reached out around your back just in case you fall. 

“Darling, you know you can’t compare us like that,” and he’s right, of course. He has advantages, unfair ones, but it still makes you pout. 

“Do I not satisfy you, hmm?” it’s a joke, both of you know it, but Changmin has turned you around and pressed you against the tiled wall in less than a second. His eyes are fading from their blood red to an orange hue, an indication that they’re going back to their natural state of yellow. 

“Answer your own question, I dare you to.” 

It’s the way his eyes hunger for you again, how they want you, always, and you know it was stupid to even joke, because the very answer is one thing you’ve always known since you met. 

Ji Changmin wants you the way one wants a drug when they’re addicted. He’s insatiable and he hungers for you, because you’re the only one who satisfies him. 

You're the only one that tastes so sweet.

changmin is the reason i have no sanity left and i hope it showed PFFF

I'll try to update quite soon cause I have some extra time but deciding on who to write is hard when I've been on my knees for all of them lately 🛐

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[yootaesowlwrites]

Aw, Your Legs Are Trembling - Q / Ji Changmin

A/N: I feel like Changmin was a bit mean to reader in this, just a bit, but not enough fo rme to add it to the warnings, so I’ll add it as a side note here for everyone.

W/C: 3.2K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you  have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Aw, your legs are trembling, does it feel that good?” + “Call me ‘Sir’ when we’re alone like this,”

Warnings: CEO!Changmin, employee!reader, explicit language, smut, office sex, window sex, Sir kink, nicknames, nipple stimulation, dirty talk, light hair tugging, nudism, fingering, mention of bruising, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill).

Age Warnings: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You stretch in your chair and hear a few joints crack from how long you’ve been sitting, it was well past the work hour, but there was a deadline coming up, and you were working late, your boss, Ji Changmin, was also still working late while everyone else had gone home early, the tension had been high in the office as the deadline was creeping closer. You add the final piece of paper to the file he had requested and made your way towards his office.

“Mr. Ji,” You say after knocking, you hear a ‘come in’ from the other side and push the door open. “I have the file you requested,” You close the door behind you and make your way towards his desk, you hand him the file before taking a step back from his desk to let him read through it. As you wait for him to finish reading it, you couldn’t help but move closer to the window and stare out over the beautiful view he had of the city, and the city look especially beautiful at night.

Changmin looks up from the file and looks at you, taking in how you looked standing there observing the view, he puts the file down and loosens his tie slightly before standing and making his way towards you without you hearing, you only realize he had stood once he was behind you, and you could feel his front pressing against your back and his warmth radiating onto you.

“It’s such a good view,” He says, his tone even as he spoke. “It seems like you like it as well,” You try to keep your breathing even, his scent was slowly invading your nose and filling your lungs, and you could feel your conscious slipping into the most nastiest thoughts. “Want a closer look?” And with that question, you move to turn around, only for him to push you up against the glass, front first, he gently moves your hair to the side before pressing his lips against the back of your neck. Your eyes completely shut at how good it felt to finally feel his lips touching you, being against you, you had been daydreaming about this moment for months now, even getting yourself off to the thought of it.

“Mr. Ji…” You moan out. Your breathing becomes uneven and the tension in the room thickens, was this real or were you dreaming?

“Call me ‘Sir’ when we’re alone like this,” He mutters against your neck, his hands pulling at your blouse, pulling it from the skirt you had on before slipping his hands underneath your blouse, your skin instantly being set ablaze by the touch as his hands travel towards your breasts. “Do you consent to what I’m doing to you?” His hands cup your breasts, and you feel his fingers pulling at the top of your bra to pull it down and expose your breasts for him to feel.

“I do,” You moan out. It felt so good to have him pressed against you and touching you like this. “Touch me more,” You didn’t care if you sounded desperate. He tugs your bra down, pushing the cups below your breast before fondling them, you could feel heat travelling up your neck before feeling your cheeks become flushed with heat. “Oh, my gosh,” You press your hands flat against the glass and moments later you feel your nipples touch the cold glass through your shirt. “Fuck.”

“I will, be patient for me,” He mutters. He takes your nipples between the pads of his fingers before slowly rolling the nub between them. “You need to be ready for me first,” You could feel a sensation going down to your pussy as he played with your nipples, his nose brushing against your earlobe before you feel his lips against them. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this moment?” Your head falls back and rests against his shoulder.

“Fuck, me too,” You breathe out and reach behind you with one hand. You run your fingers through his hair before gripping onto them. “For far too long, Sir,” You feel his teeth nibble at your lobe and his breathing was right in your ear, the feeling quickly travels down to your pussy, and you could feel yourself getting wetter. You push your hips back and press your ass right against his crotch before wiggling your hips. Instantly feeling his cock hardening against your ass.

“Fuck, so needy and eager,” He groans into your ear. “That’s so hot of you,” His words were having such an effect on you and your body, you swore his words alone would have you leaking through your panties. His teeth grip your earlobe and tug on it, making you let out a whimper at how good it felt. You feel one of his hands slide down your stomach before slipping into your skirt and cupping your mound through your panties.

“Oh, my, sir…” You breathe out and tug at his hair. His fingers press against either side of your pussy lips and slowly knead into them, you lick your lips as you feel your juices moving around between your lips. “Feels so good, Sir,” He tugs at your earlobe again before releasing it and kissing along your jaw until he couldn’t get any further.

“How long have you been waiting for this to happen?” He asks as he slips his hand from underneath your shirt, you feel his hand grip your shirt at the bottom before feeling your shirt becoming looser around you as he undoes the buttons.

“A while, sir,” You whisper. “A long while now,” He reaches the final button of your shirt before pushing the fabric off one shoulder and then the other, you release his hair and drop your other hand from the glass to let your shirt tumble to the floor beneath you. “I even got myself off on the thought of it,” You feel his hand on your back before feeling your bra being undone.

“You naughty girl,” He mutters into your ear before removing your bra from you. “Did it work?” You gasp as you feel him push your upper body flush against the cold glass, your nipples instantly hardening against the cold surface.

“Fuck, it did, sir,” You gasp. Your walls twitch as the coldness from the glass spreads through your body and quickly heats up, fog was quickly building against the glass in the form of your body. “But this is better than I could have ever imagined, sir,” His fingers press down hard against your folds, and you feel your juices being pushed past your pussy lips and seeping through your panties.

“So fucking naughty and dirty of you,” He says lowly into your ear. “You should tell me about your imagination sometime,” He reaches up and grips your jaw to turn your head towards him. “But not right now,” His lips press against yours, kissing you hotly. You instantly reach back and grip his hair to keep him from pulling away, he pulls your panties to the side and slips his fingers between your folds, making you gasp into his mouth. Squelching sounds come from between your legs, and you feel his fingers slowly rub around your clit, which caused your hips to jerk at the attention your sensitive clit was getting.

You could feel your lungs quickly running out of air and starting to burn, his grip on your jaw almost felt bruising as he held you in place, tension was building up inside you with everything he was doing to you, with everything he was making you feel. His fingers slide from your clit towards your entrance, and he plunges two digits inside you without warning.

“Hmm-mmh,” You moan into his mouth and grip his hair tighter. His fingers curl inside you and slowly slide out from you halfway before he pushes them back in roughly and extends them, the palm of his hand presses directly against your clit. “HMM!” He breaks the kiss, making you both gasp for air, your lips felt swollen, and you could feel saliva spilling onto your chin. “Fuck Si-sir,” His palm rubbed against your clit as he slides his fingers in and out of you, curling them every few times. “Oh… Oh, my… S-sir,” You reach back with your other hand, and slip it between your ass and his crotch and slowly rub your hand over the prominent bulge.

“Ohh, oh, yes, like that,” He groans out. “Fuck…” His tone was low, and it was making your entire body tense up as your high was building. He pushes his fingers deeper into you and curls them, your back arches as you feel them reach your sweet spot, and you instantly saw stars behind your lids.

“SIR, OH FUCK, I!” You scream out in pleasure, your toes curl into the shoes you wore and a burst of pleasure goes through your body as the tension snaps inside you, your body shakes as you go through your high. “Sir, Sir, oh, fuck, Siiiiirrrrr,” You tug at his hair more and your hand falters against his bulge as you tried to keep rubbing him, but the pleasure felt too good to focus on anything else. “FUCK!” Your legs almost buck beneath you as you feel him rubbing that spot over and over to get you through your high.

“You’re dripping all over my hand,” He whispers into your ear, or at least it sounded like he did, you weren’t sure if he whispers or said it louder. Your body slowly calms do, and you begin taking deep breaths to try and calm yourself down, his fingers disappear from inside you, and you release his hair to press your hand against the glass to keep yourself upright.

“Fuck… Sir, that… fuck,” Were the only words that managed to leave your mouth as you tried to catch your breath and tried to get your spinning mind to work properly again, you open your eyes and look around you lazily. The glass was now completely fogged up around you, except for where your body was pressed against it. You hear the sound of a zipper being undone before hearing fabric hitting the ground along with a ‘clink’ sound, you press your legs together and suck your bottom lip between your teeth.

“It’s about to feel much more than that,” He says. You feel his fingers brush against your skin, you gasp as you feel two cold fingers and realise those were the ones inside you, his fingers dip into your skirt you feel him push it down along with your panties, the fabric hits the floor and you carefully step out of them and use your foot to push them aside, your legs felt a little shaky, and you hoped you could keep yourself upright for what was about to happen. He turns you around and pushes your back against the glass, making you gasp at the sudden cold feeling against your warm back.

You feel his hand on your hip and as it slowly slides down to your thigh before moving to the back of your thigh, his hand grips your leg before he pulls it upwards, you hear a loud squelching sound from between your legs as your pussy lips were spread open as he hooks your leg over his arm.

“Fuck, I, oh,” You whimper as you feel the cool air rushing against your wet hot pussy, you feel him press his hips against you before you feel his cock rubbing against your folds, you reach up to hold onto his shoulder with one hand while the other was against the glass, scratching at it already. “Sir…” You watch as he moves his hand between your bodies before feeling him rub his cock along your folds, lubing himself with your juices. “Oh, fuck, Sir, sir, yes.”

“Nice and wet for me,” He mutters before pushing the tip inside you. Your jaw slacks and you let out an inaudible moan as you feel him slowly push himself into you, slowly stretching your walls and filling you, your nails dig into his skin. “Fuck, taking me so good, fuck.”

“Oh, ngh, fuck, I,” You blabber out, you press your head against the window and let your eyes fall shut, your body immediately begins tensing up again as another high was being formed. He pauses once he was fully inside you, taking a moment to get used to your warm wet walls around him, that were just asking him to fuck you as they pulsed around him. “Sir…”

“Hmm,” He lowly hums before pulling his hips back and slamming back into you. Your tits bounce at how harsh his first thrust was, and you tried to grab onto something, anything with your free hand.

“Siiiirrrrr,” You whine, the sounds, the feelings, it all felt so good and yet it felt so filthy and naughty of you both. “Oh, Ohhh, shiiiit,” Your moans mixed in with his groans bounced off the walls, and you were thankful that it was only the two of you in the office building, otherwise everyone would hear just how good he was making you feel. “I… oh, uhhh,” You could feel a heartbeat forming in your clit and the leg you were standing on was starting to become tired. “Siirr,” He leans closer, pushing your leg even further open and manages to push himself deeper into you. “OHH NGHH,” His pubic bone hits your clit with the deeper angle, and you could feel your legs starting to tremble.

“Aw, your legs are trembling, does it feel that good?” He coos out as he thrusts his hips into yours, hitting so close to the spot that would make you see stars and possibly collapse into his arms from pleasure. “Should I lift your other leg also and fuck you properly against the window?” Your walls clench around him, and he lets out a low groan. “I’ll take that as a yes,” He pushes himself fully inside you before pausing.

“SIIIRR!” You scream as you feel his cock shift inside you as he picks your other legs up, pushing you fully against the window while hooking your other leg around his arm also, his hands pressed into the glass as he spreads your legs more open. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, siiiiirrrr,” Your knees were trapped over his elbows as he thrusts in and out of you, his pubic bone constantly hitting your clit. You could feel your muscles tightening up and your high quickly rushing to build. “SIIR!”

“That’s it, let me know how good I’m making you feel,” He practically growls. Sweat was building between you both, and everything felt hot and sticky. “Milk my cock, cum for me, show me what a good girl you are for me,” His words went straight to your pussy, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer. You reach up with your other hand and grip onto his hair, while your fingers managed to break the skin on his shoulder. “Fuck, yes,” He harshly thrusts into you, and then you feel it. The tension inside you snaps, your back arches against the glass and your toes once again curl inside your shoes.

“SIIIIRRRR!” You moan loudly as you come undone around him. His hips seem to move faster at the feeling and sound of your release, your walls clenched around him, milking him for his cum to fill you. “OH, MY, UHM,” Your chest rises and falls quickly, and your entire body shakes with the pleasure going through it, fuck, it felt so good.

“That’s it, make a mess on my cock,” He groans. His hips stutter into yours as he begins chasing his own high, just feeling your walls clench around him and hearing how good your orgasm made you feel was enough for him to get close to his own orgasm. “Make a mess on my office floor,” You let out a whimper at his words, not realising how much your arousal was dripping down his balls and making a mess on his thighs and possibly on the floors also.

“Sir, sir, fuck, fuck, it fe-feels so go-good,” You manage to moan out, your body was absolutely buzzing with pleasure, and it was a feeling you could barely explain. His hips snap into you and his head falls back.

“Ohh, fuck…” His moan was low as his release hits him, you could feel his cum spilling into you and his hips slowly rocking into you as he eases himself through his high. You were slowly coming down from your high as you felt him go through his, your grip on his hair and shoulder slowly loosened, and you lifted your head, opening your eyes. You blink a few times to adjust to the light before looking at him, his Adam’s apple bobs as he breathes in heavily and his hair was uneven from all the tugging you did to it, beads of sweat coated his neck, and you could see some patches of sweat against the white dress shirt he had on.

“Fuck… I, this, it… good,” You mutter as you feel his hips still against you and his cock stills inside you as it slowly grows soft. He lifts his head to look at you, taking a moment to gather his thoughts and catch his breath.

“Let me take you home,” He says and slowly lowers one of your legs to the ground before the other, you lean against the window as you feel your legs shaking. His cock slips from you and your mix releases spill from you, coating your inner thighs. “Such a pretty mess,” He takes a step back before turning around to pick up his underwear, you swallow as you watch him pull it on. What did this mean for the both of you? You watch as he pulls his pants on and zips up his pants before fastening his belt, he lifts his head to look at you before stepping towards you, he bends down to pick up your skirt. “Did I leave you in such a daze you forgot how to dress yourself?” Your lips part and you look up at him. “Hold onto my shoulders, and I’ll help you,” You reach up and grip his shoulders before lifting one leg and feeling him slip your skirt over it before switching sides. He pulls your skirt up to your waist before picking up your panties and tucking them into his pants pockets. “This is mine now.”

“Sir, I…” You begin to say. You push yourself away from the glass and feel the mess between your legs slipping down your thighs. “I’m going to need that,” He picks up his blazer and slips it on.

“It’s late, let me take you home,” He says and makes his way towards the door, you swallow and follow behind him, fuck, the mess between your legs was so fucking distracting, how were you supposed to keep yourself composed, and sit in his car… Sit in his car… without.

“Sir, your seats…” You softly mutter, hoping your words would convince him to give you your panties back, but it is like he hadn’t heard you at all and continued walking. Moments later, you found yourself in the passenger seat, pressing your legs together as you felt the mess seeping into your skirt and possibly leaving a mess behind on his seat.

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[starlitmark]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 ៚ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

៚ When six friends go on a week-long getaway during spring break, things, of course, get a bit wild. OR an excuse to do a smut-a-thon during my spring break.

៚ Run time: March 13th through March 19th 2023

៚ send me an ask or comment on this post to be added to the tag list :)

៚ teaser and all chapters (with warnings) will be included below the cut

៚ 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 ‘𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?

↳ no smut, discussion of hookups, language

៚ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐬 (𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧)

↳ face fucking, degradation, dom!Jaehyun, sub!reader

៚ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐁𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 (𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮)

↳ public sex, body worshiping, almost getting caught, creampie

៚ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑: 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐊𝐞𝐲 (𝐒𝐚𝐧) 

↳ edging, choking, switch!San, switch!reader

៚ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒: 𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞. (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧)

↳ dacryphilia, impact play, hard dom!Changmin, discussion of safewords/gestures

៚ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐨)

↳ breeding kink, praise, soft dom!Kino

៚ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔: 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲. (𝐇𝐰𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠) 

↳ size kink, hair pulling, dom!Hwiyoung

៚ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐝𝐝𝐬? (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 & 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐨)

↳ double penetration, mirror sex, dom!idols

COPYRIGHT STARLITMARK 2023© ALL RIGHTS RESERVED — reposting/modifying any fic, or piece of original writing posted on this blog is not allowed. Translations are not permitted.

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[byuntrash101]

the boyz masterlist

disclaimer: everything is smut, mdni. everything is idol x fem!reader

✲ multiple members

what you deserve | 4.2k — gentle dom!juyeon, mean dom!hyunjae

your bf younghoon is just a dick... your best friends just want to show you what you deserve

✲ lee hyunjae

gryffindor cockiness | 1.7k — hogwarts!au, brat tamer!hyunjae

how can a ravenclaw be that much like a gryffindor... that's something you will never understand

30 secs in heaven | 3.7k — college!au, sub!hyunjae, mean dom!reader

turns out the campus' fuckboy is nothing more than a pathetic virgin that cums way too fast

✲ lee juyeon

get you alone | 1.6k — college!au, gentle dom!juyeon

a professor shouldn't be craving her student that way but juyeon doesn't take no for an answer and you are about ready to give in...

✲ kim sunwoo

final lap | 2.4k — racer!au, hard dom!sunwoo

after a race there's only one thing that can ease sunwoo's nerves...

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[rosewould]

a bet and a promise; jcm

🖱️⤻ pairing; afab!reader x fratboy!q 🖱️⤻ word count; 6.2k 🖱️⤻ genre; smut 🖱️⤻ synopsis; your friends have a serious gambling problem and they've created a betting system so punishing that you have no choice but to play along. unbeknownst to them, they've just forced you to interact with someone you've been trying to avoid 🖱️⤻ warnings; q is a fuckboy, dubcon (q pushes mc's head back down when you try to come up but mc is okay with it), dom!q, sub!reader, reader is slightly bratty, piv, pet name (bunny), brief fingering, blowjob, brief face fucking, breast play, cowgirl then missionary, q can be casually cruel, reader is also slightly a pushover

⌨️⤻ I love asshole the boyz idk about you. Also I love how dramatic mc is in this lmao.

Your friends take good care of you. They’re perceptive and protective so there’s no getting away with hiding that you’re hurt about something. You’re thankful for them. Here’s the thing, your friends also love a good bet.

“Missy… you’re up!” Kim Jimin delivers a swift pat to your back that makes you jolt forward. You’re completely lost, and looking around at the circle of girls does nothing to help. “Up?”

“I bet fifty bucks you won’t go up to Ju Haknyeon and do aegyo.” She leans forward with a sinister smile. And so the game begins. You’re somewhat new to the group, so they agreed to spare you for now. Turns out “for now” is over.

You cautiously glance over at Haknyeon and his frat buddies. They’re a rowdy bunch, raising their red solo cups as they engage in loud conversation. They’d ridicule you until you ran home crying for sure.

“Come on, be serious.” Lee Soojin elbows Jimin, making her perk up. “What? It’s been long enough.” You let out an exhale of relief. Of course Soojin would step in, the logical and caring person she is. 

“No, not that. Ju Haknyeon is easy.” Soojin scoffs.

Her words nearly cause you to crumble to the floor. They were going to kill you tonight. This was your first bet for god sake. 

“That is not true! He would laugh right in her face.”

“You guys are so cruel.” You whine and they immediately ignore you. “Yeah, but you know who’ll be way better?” Soojin leans in but her eyes are focused on the rowdy boys. “Ji Changmin.”

You feel as though your heart had fallen out of your ass and splattered onto the waxed wooden floors. 

“Hey…” Park Soeun finally adds more to the conversation than reactionary noises. She gives you a quick look to check how you were fairing. You were staring at nothing with your mouth lolled open like your face had gone numb. She winces before looking to Soojin and Jimin. “What about Lee Jaehyun? That would be fun right?”

Jimin and Soojin ponder for a moment. “I can see him snickering and going “what the hell?” which could be fun.” Soojin considers. They’re all so casual about sending you to potential social suicide.

“But that’s not as good as Changmin. That would be stellar.” Both girls exchange a look that communicates how golden this bet is. Soeun sighs beside you, giving you a comforting rub on your back but nothing could soothe the imprint Jimin’s hand left. 

“I wanna spice it up though. I bet one hundred dollars she will go through with it.” Soojin raises her eyebrows and is met with a surprised sound from Jimin. “Now we’re talking. But you do know if you lose you’re in the trenches with her?”

“I’m confident on this one.”

“You guys have a serious gambling problem!” You finally pipe up after shaking your initial shock

“Shaddup.” Jimin pushes you out of the comfort of the circle. The outside world is so cold, full of unfamiliar faces and opportunities for awkward conversation. But most of all, facing Changmin again. As you inch slowly toward the group you see his figure on the opposite side of their circle. A lollipop stick hangs loosely from his lips, a flash of orange pops through when he adjusts his tongue. 

He had a lollipop on that chilly night, too. The last Saturday of October and the last time you were at a party. You’re convinced he scared you from them for good. You didn’t like them in general, but you fought through your introversion for your friends. It took a lot of begging and offerings to get you to this one. You kept asking why they couldn’t just go without you but now it’s very obvious. Parties are the perfect place for painful bets. The more painful the bet, the more likely the bet maker will get paid.

Bets were not the reason you ran into Changmin. Poor Jungeun was the victim that night. You were looking for a bottle of liquor she requested to get her through her dare. The kitchen was completely empty making you wonder if the closed floor plan made it more discreet. It was dark but you used your flashlight to look amongst the bottles for the one she requested. 

All you heard were loud voices approaching before bodies started bumping against you. The kitchen was at full capacity in no time and people had the nerve to cram in even more. As if they couldn’t tell there were already too many people there. You cradled the bottle in your hand and wondered how the hell you were going to get out. People were pushing themselves flush against you without a care in the world. 

An elbow flying way too close to your eye socket made you throw all caution to the wind and start pushing people. They couldn’t see anyway, and you were politely mumbling “excuse me’s” on your way out. You used counters bordering the kitchen to map your escape when you run headfirst into somebody. Already annoyed by how reckless people were being you groan loudly to clearly communicate your irritation. Why hasn’t someone turned the lights on by now?

“Someone’s having a bad time.” 

For a second you didn’t recognize the voice of the man you ogle at for an entire lecture. The same man you’ve dedicated pages and pages of your diary to. “No, but it’d be nice if people used their brains for one second.” The moment you stop speaking a blinding light was being shone on your face.

“You couldn’t be talking about me, right sweetheart?”

The light inhibited your vision but the sound of his smooth-tongued affect was enough for you to identify him. Your brain filled in the blanks of his crooked grin and gaze with a hint of condescension. Everything about him should turn you off but there's just something about him.

Your attempt at sentences is cut short when the lights finally come on, long after you actually wanted them to. Now Changmin can take in your pathetic body language in all its glory. He just scoffs, as if in disbelief at who had gotten smart with him. “Are you always this rude to strangers?”

“I– I w– um…” You were downright panicking and it sent your brain into overdrive. Coming up with a response was hard when all you could focus on was how warm he felt pressed against you. The firm plane of his chest had no choice but to be in direct contact with your arms cradling the liquor. A person behind you knocks you even closer so your faces are nearly touching.

“You really hurt my feelings,” Changmin feigns emotional turmoil before dropping it almost immediately. “you should give me that alcohol as a repayment.”

“No, I’m giving this to my friend.” There they were, your first coherent words to Ji Changmin, the man of your fucking dreams. Well, not really, your first sentence was even worse.

“You just keep wounding me, princess.” He pops his lollipop from his mouth before sliding a finger under your chin to lift your face. “How are you gonna make up for it?” His lips coasted along yours making your brain completely useless. Your heart was beating so fast that you considered going to the hospital. The two of you being so close to kissing did a lot of things to you and none of them were good.

You imagined meeting Ji Changmin in the kitchen of a house party time and time again like they do in movies. You both would complain about how parties suck and you’d be uncharacteristically smooth until he throws you over his shoulder and takes you into a vacant bedroom. This was nothing like you imagined. It was humiliating and he was reveling in it. You knew he was an asshole but you were too naive to think he’d do anything to upset you. 

“I-I gotta get this to her-”

“At least promise you’ll make up for how rude you were.” He pouts and you feel your ears start burning hot.

You barely escaped with your dignity but you finally managed to get out of that hot, sweaty hell hole. You promised him, of course, but only because you prepared to avoid him like the plague. He probably laughed about you and your stupid shocked face with his friends. 

You take your time getting close to him because the minute you’re face to face it would confirm whether or not he sees you as some big joke. Chickening out on the bet was not an option because not only would you have to fork up your meager paychecks, but it’ll also be your turn again and again until you properly follow through with one. They’re going to know if you don’t actually walk up to him. They can see on either side of their huddle. The only blindspot was right in front of Changmin. And what were you gonna do, just awkwardly stand in front of him and hope he doesn’t say anything?

Every option felt like pure torture. He and his friends already think you’re pathetic. They’d probably be so confused, thinking you officially lost it. You physically cringe as you imagine going through with this. You were getting embarrassed regardless, but there was no way in hell you were doing aegyo.

Since they couldn’t see you, they were going to go up and ask Changmin if you actually did it, so there was only one solution. You plant yourself in front of him with a huff, gathering the tiny bit of courage in your body to look at him.

He chuckles as he takes you in, leading everyone else in the huddle to look at you. “Looking extra sexy tonight baby.” Sangyeon whistles and you break eye contact. Before he can even say anything to make you give up you rush out your request.

“My friends are making me do aegyo in front of you for a bet and I refuse to do so so could you just tell them I did when they ask you okay thank you bye-”

A chorus of wary woah’s make it hard to leave but you still try, your suddenly stiff legs stepping away from the group. They’re causing commotion so that’s good, makes it look like you did what you were dared to.

“Why should I.” Changmin raises his voice over the commotion and actually makes you stop. Shit, that was your one out and you never considered he would reject you. Of course he would. You’re a nobody trying to order him around. You turn back, your tail between your legs as you squeeze your eyes shut. 

“It’s just a stupid bet, I know you don’t care anyway.” You try to appeal to his nonchalant image but he immediately shoots it down. “No, I meant why should I help you when you didn’t follow through on our promise.” He ends his questions like a statement and you can’t help but think you’re not supposed to answer. He’s just pointing things out, he doesn’t want to hear your excuses. 

“I-I’m sorry, I got really busy and I just never saw you again.” Your tone is unconvincing but it might just work. He probably never noticed you before you met in the kitchen. “Ah,” Changmin steps toward you, away from the huddle where everyone can see. “So you’ve been too busy to come find me?” He coos as he brushes your hair out of your face. You flinch away subconsciously but he doesn’t retract his hand, something you’re quietly grateful for. As his eyes rake over your features you can’t help but block out the noise in this intimate little moment. He’s fucking with you, you’d have to be an idiot not to see, but you can’t help your breath being taken away as his fingers coast across your jaw.

“But you still manage to stare at me for the entire duration of our class together. Kinda like you’re doing now.” His more assertive words shatter the illusion you just made for yourself, letting all the noise break through and overwhelm you as you grapple with your mortification. Blood can’t even rush to your face, you’re way past acute embarrassment. The feeling of everyone looking at you and every laugh possibly being directed at you makes it difficult to do anything other than look around, rooted in your spot. “Let’s revisit the promise, shall we?”

You’re back to looking at Changmin and his raised brows but you can’t focus. You run out of the frat house and suck in the fresh air. You plant your hands on your knees as you huff, laughing derisively. You were stupid if you thought you’d be able to avoid him forever. And you were even more stupid if you thought you could convince him to go along with your plan. Why you were the ultimate dumbass? You thought that maybe Changmin would’ve been courteous to you. Maybe he didn’t tell his friends and laugh at your expense. Clearly you’re just a desperate joke to him. Well, there goes another crush.

“Hey, need a ride.” Changmin jogs out beside you, smiling to illustrate just how guiltless he was. He had discarded his lollipop at some point, but the orange stain on his tongue remained. You stand up straight, attempting to fix him with a serious look but your self-pity seeps through.

“I don’t see what’s so funny about this.” You raise your arms in confusion before letting them fall back to your sides. “Your friends aren’t here right now, so you don’t have to talk to me anymore.”

"It’s not about them. What's funny is how hard you're trying to hide that you wanna fuck me." 

Now you feel the blood rushing to your face as you gasp. “No, I- it’s not funny, Changmin.” You insist, but you can’t quite get the bite you desperately need.

“I'm serious.” Changmin steps in front of you and keeps you from leaving with a complicated expression that you try to unravel. “You at least wanna kiss me. I don't understand why you're holding back, just do it." He steps forward as if to egg you on. You open your mouth to protest, but you can’t tear your eyes away from his lips as if you’re insane enough to consider it. Is this why he fucks with you? Because he’s waiting for you to act on your urges? Or he thinks that if he picks at you enough you’ll jump him out of pure frustration. Your heart kicks at your ribcage, alerting you to how much it’s working.

Changmin pushes in only an inch closer until you have nowhere to look but his sultry gaze. You gasp silently, feeling arousal take root and blur your reasons for apprehension. The two of you seem to magnetize, slowly drawing nearer until you only slightly feel his lips. Your heart leaps and your brain screams at you to just devour him already.

“Go Changmin!” His huddle had traveled outside in search of him, hooting and hollering at what they see. You snap away, ducking your head and covering your lips as if it’ll conceal anything. Jimin is the first of your friends to push through the huddle before they’re all speed walking toward you. “Hi Changmin! Can we talk to our girl?” Jimin says in a high voice that’s very unlike her. She and the rest of your friends seem to be brimming with anxious energy as they look at either of you. 

“Sure.” Changmin smiles before directing a pointed look at you, and you know it’s about that damn promise. Once he’s reunited with his group they crowd around you. You back away, “What is up with you guys?”

“We know you didn’t do the dare.” Jimin starts with her usual tone, bar a little anxiety peeking through. You sigh, wilting as you await their celebration. “Yeah, yeah whatever how much do I owe?”

“We’re gonna drop it.”

Your eyes snap open before you look at Jimin warily. “Why?”

“In the strangest turn of events, you seem very friendly with Changmin now and I just feel like that’s enough turbulence to last you a year.”

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Your mom might have been right about you being a sexual degenerate. All you did today was masturbate at the thought of Changmin and debate following through on your promise. Everything and one is screaming at you to leave him alone. Your friends even apologized for making you interact with him once they found out about your crush and avoidance of him. With no bet or anything pressuring you to face him again, you should be saying good riddance. 

“At least promise you’ll make up for how rude you were.” He pouts and you feel your ears start burning hot. You’re not even sure what that means and his body against you isn’t helping you think straight. 

“O-okay? I will…” You don’t know what you agreed to but it was fine. You already decided you’d never speak to him again. He looks down at you like he’s unimpressed with your answer. “You will what?”

“I’ll… make up for it?” You drop your confusion with a frustrated sigh.

“How about this, if I can’t have this bottle, maybe you can get me a different drink.” He stops to pull his lollipop from his mouth. He moves it to yours, tapping it against your bottom lip. You focus on the deep brown of his irises as you wordlessly poke out your tongue and scoop it into your mouth. “At your place. Promise?”

It was bad, really bad. You forgot where you were, sucking on the ball of candy he just had in his mouth while your mind went to downright deplorable places. But the bliss was oh so sweet. Drowning in his eyes while your stomach dissolved into a pit of lava. You craved that feeling again, and you need to feel more than a whisper of his lips. 

He wrote his number on your hand and you let him. Mostly because you were transfixed with how he held the cap of the marker in his teeth. Of course he kept a marker to write down his number in his pocket, because that’s who you were dealing with. This is the same man that made Hyunjin cut her hair off and cry during your morning lecture after he broke things off. Thinking about his effect on you makes tears and a pixie cut seem worth it. Just a little taste, that’s all.

You pull up his contact where his number resided for “safekeeping” and open a new conversation. 

___: I wanna make good on my promise

You chew on your lip, plopping on your couch but keeping your eyes trained on the screen. Milliseconds felt like years as you waited for a response. Your body was already getting excited at the idea of seeing him again. And feeling him in ways you had to stop your mind from wandering to during class. 

Changmin: good ;) I’m free in about 20 mins, is that too soon?

In a last ditch effort to preserve your dignity, you wait, ignoring your core screaming at you to hurry the fuck up. This man could very well ruin your life, the least you could do is make yourself seem less keen. You’re proud of yourself for making him wait this long in the first place. 

___: nope, I wanna prove I’m not a promise breaker

Changmin: of course you aren’t

Changmin: that would make you bad news

Maybe you are with the things you’re fantasizing about. A few more texts exchange flirts and your address before your promise is finally fulfilled. Well, not yet. He still has to get here. If milliseconds felt like years, the minutes it took him to get here felt like they were aging you substantially. Technology is advancing, generations are passing, and are those flying cars whizzing by? But it happened, there was a knock at your door. 

Pulling your door open revealed a smirk you should be used to but aren’t. You can’t push past your brain fog of seeing his dark hair hang over his brows to make a coherent sentence. His eyes are already drinking you in and it’s too much to handle. You’re a bit thankful that he lets himself in, closing the door behind him. 

“I-I, you… there’s alcohol in the kitchen, I’ll get it.” You motion disinterestedly behind you, still in a daze while you stare at his torso wrapped in a tight black t-shirt. 

“No,” he says almost under his breath, pulling you closer by your raised arm before grabbing your face. Your body goes limp as he brushes his bottom lip against yours before capturing it in a short kiss. You lean in for more, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pushing him into the door. His hands slide down your back before squeezing your ass through your jeans. Changmin drinks the moan you let out, tongue delving inside your mouth. 

Never had you felt as slutty as you do now, rutting against his crotch in search of friction. He lifts one of his hands to tug on your hair and you open your mouth wider. Your tongues swirl around each other in a lewd display of how turned on you both are. “wasn’t the drink I had in mind.” He mumbles with a smirk, punctuated with isolated pecks before devouring you once more. 

Your hands find their way to his waistband, unbuttoning his jeans before dragging his zipper open. You sink your hand into them, cupping his hot bulge and squeezing which makes him groan. He bites your lip and mirrors your actions. His hand ends up inside your underwear, feeling the embarrassing mess you left behind. “Fuck, were you touching yourself?”

You nod, trying to dive back into his lips but he pulls away. “Thinking of me?” You bite your lip, nervously peaking through your lashes before nodding again. He chuckles before kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally leaving a peck on your lips. The flutter of your heart is undercut by his hand suddenly closing around your throat. “You should’ve waited.” He says so low it’s almost inaudible. 

Strangled noises wiggle their way out but you don’t get to form a syllable before he’s resuming your heated kiss. His fingers push past your swollen lips and spread you wider with a slight ache. His fingers are a little thicker than yours and you didn’t use your dildo tonight. He takes care of that, scissoring you open while he sucks on your tongue. You’ve never moaned so unabashedly before but he brings it out of you with such ease. 

“You made me wait for how long and you couldn’t even wait 20 minutes?” He waits for your response as he stares down at you as if his hand isn’t tightening around your throat. Telling him how long you were actually waiting would make you look better but back talk didn’t seem smart right now.

“‘m sorry.” You croak out before squeezing his bulge again.

“Feel nice?” You can’t tell what he’s referring to until he slips his hand from your pants and cups your hand over his bulge. You nod despite the restriction and he seems pleased. He licks your bottom lip, looking as if he wants to devour you whole. “Lead me to your room.”

He finally lets go of your throat and pulls your hand out of his pants to hold it. With your breathing irregular you guide him to the bedroom. Every resounding thud of your heart feels like it’ll send you to an early grave. You’ve never been so cock hungry in your life. He lets go of your hand and shuts the door behind the two of you. You watch as if in a trance as he takes off his jeans and underwear. He isn’t facing you so you don’t see his hard cock. You take the time to appreciate his ass though. 

Cutting your ogling short, he turns around, and you watch him the entire time he walks over to your bed. He lies on it with his legs spread, so mouthwatering as his long cock stands at attention. He strokes it, fingers grazing over each vein when it should be yours.

“Since you love my dick so much, come play with it. I need to catch up anyway.” His lidded eyes rake up and down your frame, making you feel much barer than you are. You climb onto the bed, crawling up to what you crave most. He drops his hand away and you can hear him let out a soft noise just in anticipation of what you’ll do next. 

Mimicking him moments before, you close your hand around his shaft, core clenching at the groan you’re rewarded with. Situated between his legs, you’re surrounded by his warmth while you pump his hot length. He bucks into your hand each time you drag your fist down. A bead of precum falls from his slit and rolls to the rim of his head. You lick it up, following the trail until your tonguing at his slit. He exhales shakily, watching you with knitted brows. As you press the tip of your tongue against it, saliva travels down and pools where your tongue and his hole meet.

Your pumping becomes more rigorous the more turned on you get from pleasuring him. You couldn’t get enough of his taste, the way he feels against your hand and tongue, or his reactions to you. His soft, rhythmic moans make your stomach flutter. You lift your tongue, watching the strings of your spit and his precum connect the two of you. Impassioned, You dive down and captured his tip in your mouth. He throws his head back as you suck and swirl your tongue. 

You have to move your hand down to compensate for each inch you take in until you pull your hand away completely and feel him at the back of your throat. “You’re so nasty~” He muses about your passionate mouth you assume. Your ears perk up when you hear the sound of paper flipping. Your eyes flit up to see your diary previously and stupidly set on your nightstand in one of his hands. He laughs when he catches you looking, pushing your head back down to choke on his cock when you try to shoot up. 

He bucks into your throat as he keeps you down, face flush as he reads through the pages. “Here it says you want to fuck over and over until there’s so much cum between us that it fuses us together?” He laughs in disbelief. “That’s really disgusting, bunny.”

The mortification you feel merges with your overflowing lust until you can just sputter and moan in response. He lifts your head by your hair, allowing you to speak, but you just want his cock again. 

“Anything to say? Wanna defend your ego?”

“I want you to cum down my throat.” You reply breathlessly. A thick layer of saliva coats your mouth, chin, and starts down your neck.

“That’s about what I expected from someone who’d write shit like this.” He tosses the diary back on the nightstand. “Your brain is rotted from all your lewd fantasies.” Instead of pushing your mouth back on his cock he pulls your body on top of his. “We’re all caught up now.” He gives you a few meager pecks that don’t satisfy you nearly enough. 

You sit up and peel your shirt off your frame and he reaches to fondle your bare chest. Lifting from his lap, you pull off your sweatpants and underwear and toss them to the side. You use your shirt to wipe all the spit from your face and neck and it’s finally time. Though, his hands on your chest prevent you from leaning down and making out with him to your heart’s content.

“I wanna kiss you.” You whine, grinding your crotches together. His jaw quirks open, watching you with a twinkle of endearment in his eye.

“Will you whine and beg for it?”

“I will if you want me to.” It’s the fullest your voice has sounded since he walked through your door. So unabashed in declaring your obedience to him. Content with being under his spell. 

“I love girls like you.” He whispers, still not letting up only squeezing the flesh of your breasts, keeping you in place.

“Please?” You gasp lightly as you rut against his dick.

“Again.” He demands so quietly that you barely hear it. You’re completely immersed in a bubble, feeling separate from everything else as you focus on him. “Please? Please.” You beg shakily, close to your breaking point.

“Sit on it, bunny.” He effectively rejects you and you huff, reaching below you to position his tip under your swollen lips. He flicks lightly at your stiffen buds, pushing them in with a salacious hum when you sink down on him. “Good bunny.”

You sink until you’re fully seated on him, wiggling your ass to contrast with your betrayed pout. You wait and wait, grinding on his cock in the meantime, but he just continues to fondle your tits and deny you his lips. You watch in awe as he moves his lips to your hardened nipples, suckling and licking them all while he watches you smugly. You’ve done nothing but be a good girl. “That’s not fair.” You whine, raising your hips and dropping them down to earn the very reaction you receive. His lips leave your nipple to moan then hiss, grabbing your hips and squeezing them.

“You mad at me?” He asks insincerely, clearly not caring about how he’s torturing you. When you huff he just starts flicking his tongue against your nipples again. You whine, giving up on your pursuit to focus on properly riding him. You bounce on his cock, earning whispered praises as he watches you with satisfaction in his eyes. “Atta girl, keep it up.”

Each drop of your hips sends him plunging so deep you can taste him. It borders on overwhelming but you can’t stop. It seems to have the same effect on him as he clenches his teeth and sinks his nails into your breasts. Focusing on teasing you was hard when your lips were all fat and swollen, encasing his cock in a soft paradise. You don’t see it coming when his hands slip from your breasts, falling forward until your chest to chest. You smile wistfully and brush your thumb over his lips. The slight annoyance on his face from giving in earlier than expected was extremely sexy. You run your tongue along his bottom lip, gasping when he grips your ass and starts slamming you over his cock. 

His presumed plan was working so far, distracting you from getting your way until you finally close the space. Despite his annoyance, he kisses back eagerly, grinning when you can’t keep it up with his incessant pounding. You just rest your lips against his, breathing each other in as you moan helplessly. Something about your pitiful whimpering unleashes a feral side of him. 

“Uh huh? Feel good getting your pussy plowed?” He growls, filling the room with the sound of his cock plunging deep inside you, burying himself to the hilt. The sound of your cunt suckling desperately to milk him for all he’s worth. He bites your lip and tugs at it before grabbing your jaw. “Want me to fill you up until I’m spilling out of your little hole? I can do that for you.” He laughs cruelly, your whines and pleading expression spraying the fire in his groin with gasoline. Your mouth drops open, noises muted as you clench ever tighter around him.

“Gonna cum, bunny?”

You nod incessantly, chasing after your high as if never else ever mattered more in the world.

“Don’t you fucking cum.”

You let out a panicked whimper, “Please??”

“Uh uh.” He shakes his head at you with a threatening glare. “You cum when I say so. You said you’ll do what I want you to. I want you to hold it.”

Hold it? You only heard about this in the filth you consume. It never worked when you actually tried it. You were on a one way train to disobedience and it worried you as much as it thrilled you. “I-I can’t! I can’t!”

“You better.” He delivers a punishing smack to your ass, making it much harder for you. You squirm against him, his arm anchoring you flush against his body. You had no choice but to be this close, to only focus on him and the viscous slam of his hips. The pressure builds fast, faster than your attempts to clear you brain and try not to be a brat. Oh, but being a brat was so tempting. What would a punishment entail? Changmin spanking you, overstimulating you, tying you up? All those sound like wet dreams you’ve had, swearing into your pillow when you woke up and realized it wasn’t real.

And just like that, your hand are clenching his biceps as your cunt spasms around him. You cry out, your orgasm crashing over you like a ton of bricks and continuing to loom for longer than you could handle. Your body twitches against his, begging incoherently to be punished.

He flips you onto your back and you smile blissfully, hoping he’ll scold you, slap you. Maybe you liked it when he teased and tortured you. Even before he stepped in your house. 

“What did you say? Punish you?” You go to nod but he grabs your cheeks, squishing them and forcing you to look at him. “You have a mouth. Use it.”

“Yes. Please.” You breathe. He scoffs. “You can’t help it. Just a desperate whore by nature, huh?” You shake your head and he coos sardonically. “Yeah, I know you can’t.” He delivers a swift slap to you pussy that has you gasping harshly and clamping your legs shut. “Oh, what? I thought you wanted to be punished? Open your fucking legs.” He doesn’t let you open them by yourself all the way, just shoving them open and slapping your mound again. You start to shut them but he glares at you. You whimper and spread them far, clenching your eyes shut. You can hear how full your channel is with your slick, and how saturated your lips are with each smack. The filthy noise bounces off the walls, filling you with even more embarrassment. You can’t turn and hide your head in your shoulder with his hand holding your head still. You just wince and whine, taking your punishment. It’s the least a brat can do.

Once your legs are shaking he places himself between them again, shoving just his tip into the entrance. “I’ll give you what you wanted now.” And with that he bottoms out with a swift slam of his hips, his dick twitching inside you when you squeak. He grabs both your legs and swings them over his shoulder, getting a good look at how each languid roll of his hips affects you. You’re a mess, mumbling and whining like an idiot for his cock. And he loves it. “Good fucking bunny.”

His hips thunder against yours, stuttering once pleasure starts to crawl up his legs like fractal branches of electricity. His eyes roll back, fingering curling into your flesh until his knuckles turn white. You’re even wetter than before, and he can feel you start to clench for dear life again. Getting this worked up to your pussy getting spanked? Changmin really loved girls like you. 

“You love it. You love it when I fuck with you.” His voice cracks slightly, losing all control as his climax starts to sneak up on him. “Yes! Fuck– I love it so much!” Your voice is unstable from his thrusting and from the incoming orgasm shutting down your body. Your confession kicks his climax into high gear, his hips going static as he starts to fills your pussy. He drops your legs and pulls his cock out, spraying it over your folds and then on your lower belly. He moves closer to shoot the rest of his substantial load onto your tits and you hold them up for him.

When he finishes he looks down at you like a painter admiring his latest masterpiece. Maybe it was a little hasty to consider you a keeper, he should know better with how clingy girls get with him, but he couldn't help it. You look so joyous to be covered in his cum, smiling goofily with a hoarse chuckle.

"You're golden, sweetheart." He leans forward and plants a short kiss on your lips.

He was gone as fast as he arrived, but he remained ever present. You were officially chained to the man. Willing to do whatever would make him moan and cum for you like that again. It’s a shame because you really liked your hair.

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movie night | ji changmin

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word count: 2419

genre: pwp (porn w/o plot, plot what plot) changmin x female reader

We might not want to take this too far tonight, I don’t know how much I believe that you’ll be able to keep that pretty mouth quiet…

How you ended up in this position, you had no idea.

Most frequently, you'd start and end your night in the comforting embrace of Changmin's arms. Together you'd pick at a party-sized bowl of snacks as whatever shitty Netflix film you decided to give a try played from his laptop screen. And sure, tonight started that way. Changmin propped the screen open on the folding table beside his bunk and pulled you back against him, but right off the bat you were able to tell that he was up to something.

What would normally be a chin resting on your shoulder was replaced with lips on the back of your neck, and the fingers that were almost always intertwined within your own were instead breezing aimlessly up and down your thighs. You tried your best to pay him no mind, but you both knew that was no use by the way his gentle touches were leaving goosebumps along your exposed skin.

When you turned your head to speak, his lips were against yours before you could get a word out. The need for more contact surged through the both of you like electricity, and in a moment's time you found yourself between your boyfriend and the mattress, lips feverish and hands desperate.

The sudden roar of laughter from outside his closed bedroom door was enough to force you to pull yourself back from him. You knew they were preoccupied with whatever games they were playing, but... "Babe, they're right outside."

"Guess you're just gonna have to keep quiet for me then, huh?" Changmin said with a trying and devilish look on his face. "You wouldn't want anyone to hear us, would you?" Your breath was shaky and before you even entertained the idea of giving him a response, his soft, ever so gentle hands were working their way up your sides, taking your shirt with them. All of your thoughts were wiped from your mind as Changmin dipped his head down and started pressing soft, loving kisses against the surface of your chest. "Wouldn't want them to see you like this, hm, baby?" he whispered against your skin.

“You’re so crazy…” Your words came out as unsteadily as your breathing as you gazed down at him.

It all but drove you mad when he tilted his head up and his deceivingly innocent eyes met yours. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, just say the word,” Changmin assured you, “I’ve just missed you so much. Had you on my mind all day.”

“I didn’t say stop, but you cannot deny that you’re crazy.” He only chuckled at that. Desperate to have him close to you again, you laid back fully against the mattress and allowed him to climb overtop of you. “So,” you mused, combing your fingers through his hair, “care to share what’s been on your mind?”

Changmin was quiet for a minute. You could only hardly make out his features in the dark space, but the small light emitting from the abandoned laptop screen beside you exposed his smirk. “Wouldn’t you rather I showed you?”

With that statement, your lips were on each other again, this time with much more intensity. Your hands roamed along his sides, desperately grasping at him as you felt him pushing himself against you. His elbows were on either side of your head, keeping himself steady. You felt his fingers playing in your hair and you wondered for a second if he was debating whether or not he wanted to grasp and tug on it. Changmin likes to start out gentle, but it’s always just a matter of time before he is toying with you and turning you into a fucked out, whimpering mess. 

“I want you,” you pleaded, already putty in his skillful hands. One of your arms made its way back underneath the bedsheets, slipping easily under the waistband of his sweats. A gentle whine escaped your already busy lips as you felt Changmin’s length pushing against the fabric of his briefs. “Please…” You palmed him in a desperate attempt at coaxing him to get things moving. 

“Easy now,” Changmin tutted, shifting himself into an upright position on the bed. “We might not want to take this too far tonight, I don’t know how much I believe that you’ll be able to keep that pretty mouth quiet…”

“I can!” The way you whisper-shouted so quickly in protest to Changmin’s words was almost embarrassing, but the challenge felt erotic and you were determined to finish what you had started here tonight. “And if I can’t, you can shut me up. Don’t tease me like this, please.”

Changmin didn’t say anything in response to your begging, but his body language was enough to prove to you that you had won. He made quick work of reaching underneath the bed and grabbing ahold of his little box of golden tickets. “May I take care of you first?” he asked, all honey-voiced and hazy-eyed. All you could do was nod as you began to prepare yourself for the hardest round of the quiet game you’ve probably ever played. “Okay, baby. Switch spots with me.” 

Though a bit puzzled at first by his request, you were obedient, now in a position over top of him. “Are you ready to tell me what’s been on your mind, now?” As you spoke you discarded a few more pieces of your clothing, leaving yourself in nothing at all besides his graphic tee which hung loosely off your shoulders.

“Like I said, I’d rather show you,” Changmin took one of your hands in his and guided you forwards until you were balancing on your knees just below his chin. “Come sit.”

You let out a shaky breath as you did as instructed and finally lowered yourself onto his face. Immediately Changmin’s tongue was busy at work, wishing to lose himself completely in you. He worked delicately with you but didn’t resist making a mess in the process. The sight of him under you, eyes shut as his glossy lips sent you to a faraway place, was enough to send you reeling. A gasp much louder than you had anticipated escaped you when Changmin puckered his lips around your clit and sucked. You slapped a hand over your mouth and used the other to grasp and tug on Changmin’s hair, your thighs starting to shake with your approaching climax. You fought through it, stars behind your eyes as you kept a hand firm over your gaping jaw. “Fuck,” you groaned, stifled through the flesh of your palm. It was a short moment of catching your breath before you were able to hoist yourself off of Changmin’s chest. Quite literally did you have to peel yourself from him as the sweat from your bodies stuck you together. 

Now laying beside him, you rested your head on Changmin’s shoulder and glanced over at him. “How’d I do?” you mused.

“Not bad for a warm up,” he cracked, grinning down at you and placing a wet kiss on your forehead. “What do you say we keep this party going?”

What happened next could be used as material for a sitcom. As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. In a swift motion you grabbed onto the comforter long forgotten at the edge of the bed and threw it over both of your bodies. Just in time for you to put your head down and shut your eyes the door clicked open and in walked who you could only imagine to be your boyfriend’s roommate, Chanhee. You couldn’t know for sure when you were pretending to sleep like a kid who didn’t want to get ready for school. You heard the classic sound of an iPhone being put on its charger, then the door handle once again. “They’re knocked out,” you heard the words trail off as Chanhee exited the room. The door clicked shut behind him.

So much ran through your head in that instant that you couldn’t help but laugh. Changmin was either on the same page as you or giddy from the thrill of your little close call, because a quiet laugh came from him too. “Was that a warning sign or an encouragement?” you asked.

“That was the brightest green light I’ve ever seen,” Changmin replied. There was a renewed energy radiating off of him now. 

You shook your head in disbelief at him, but the act fell short as you fervently matched his energy. The two of you were like animals now, mouths and hands all over each other and desperate to get as close as possible. There was no such thing as enough of his skin on your skin. Changmin had found his way back on top of you, and you were so responsive to him that your chest rose to meet his with every breath you took. You wanted him closer. You wanted more of him. You wanted him inside of you. No, you needed it. So, you let him know. You reached your sneaky hand down beneath your waist, gathering any wetness from your heat onto your fingers and spreading it all along his cock. There were soft sounds of moisture as you pumped your juice onto him with your hand and mixed it with the sweet dribble starting to leak from him. You cooed at the nastiness of it all. 

You could tell Changmin was doing everything he could to keep himself together as he shooed your hand away from him wordlessly, making as quick and dismissive work of rolling a condom onto himself as possible. “What do you want, baby?” he asked, voice sweet like honey as he started lining himself up against your entrance.

“G-Go slow,” you whispered against his lips, already feeling the crazy pressure as he only began pushing into you. You used his lips as a crutch, attaching yourself to them. Changmin swallowed the soft sounds that escaped you as he inched his way further until finally bottoming out inside of you. You remained there for only an instant, face-to-face as slowly together you steadied your breathing. “Go ahead,” you said as your body began to feel adapted to the stretch of him.

Changmin obeyed, murmuring something goofy along the lines of Sure to please, but you could tell he was beginning to lose his inhibitions. Your sweet boy must’ve gotten himself so riled up by pleasuring you that now it was a ticking time bomb of how long he was going to last. The idea of Changmin being so turned on by getting you off made you wild. You shocked the both of you with the moans that inescapably tumbled out of you, and once they started you found it hard to stop them. Every move that Changmin made was so just right and in that moment you felt worshipped. 

Changmin shushed you, dropping his head into the curve of your shoulder. He brought a hand up to your face, but instead of simply covering your mouth like you had expected him to, Changmin pushed his middle and ring finger into your mouth, effectively pacifying you. “Quiet, honey,” he breathed against your skin, “Just a minute, now.”

You nodded, eyes fluttering closed as you sucked on his fingers. Your arms came around to grasp at Changmin’s back and shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as he began to pick up the pace. Your body arched, curving up towards his as he pumped himself into you. “Sh, sh, sh,” he reminded you as he withdrew his fingers from your mouth with a muted pop sound. While maintaining close eye contact with you, Changmin began his race to the finish. Using the same two fingers that had just kept you hushed, he started massaging your clit and with his other hand he grasped your hip firmly. 

This was the moment you lived for. It took all the strength out of you to keep your focus on him as Changmin came undone before you, but he was so gorgeous to watch that it made it all the better for you. The way his eyes screwed tightly shut and his lips hung open was a sight that sent your mind in a whirl. You bit your lip in a final attempt at silencing yourself as another high crashed over your body. Changmin’s movements were starting to slow, though he made sure to make every last second count as you began to twitch underneath him. 

Eventually, with an agonizingly slow pace Changmin began to withdraw himself from you. You had to stop yourself from whining at the loss of contact. Once you had fully parted and returned to being two separate entities, you allowed yourself to fall fully back against the mattress. Changmin on the other hand climbed out of bed momentarily, to dispose of what needed to be disposed of and also to grab some after-sex essentials. 

No matter what kind of activities you had just partaken in, aftercare with Changmin always felt like the next level of intimacy. His hands had taken on a new responsibility, now soft and gentle as he cleaned you up with a plush towel. Any marks or even hints of discoloration on your body left from him were kissed better, no stone left unturned. Many times you believed him to find this a strategy- “kissing better” marks on your neck and chest until it quickly turned into a second round. You smiled down at him as he placed one last kiss right at the dip of your hip, then rested his head atop your abdomen. The moment was sweet, and on one hand you wished it could last forever. Unfortunately, though, you were back to reality and started feeling more exposed by the second with the blankets off of you. “C’mere,” you mushed. And Changmin listened. He climbed up the bed until he was laying beside you and he was very quick to get into his go-to comfy position, which of course was being wrapped as tightly around you as possible. In tossing the blanket over your bodies you had ended up shifting towards him. Changmin’s eyes were already closed, but still you cupped his sweet face in your hand and kissed him a couple times. “That was fun,” you whispered. “And we made out like thieves.”

Changmin’s lips curved up a smidge at your words, but his eyes remained closed. “We should do it again sometime,” he whispered back.

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[ocean-ai]

Day 5 - Q

Pairings: Q X Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1,003

Warnings: Vibrators, clit play, use of pet names, overstimulation, praise

Spicy

Sex with Changmin was always fun. He knew all the right spots in your body, and he knew just what to do to have you screaming for more. You knew that every time you were with him, you’d be satisfied. And the way Changmin would move his hips would have you seeing stars. 

You were now in Changmin’s bed; a whining and moaning mess since he had been teasing you. That was one thing, Changmin loved to tease. And he did it as often as he could. He got off seeing you become weak to his touch and kisses. He loved knowing the power he had over you and your body. 

Changmin currently has his finger on your clit and his lips on your breasts. He hadn’t dared to move his finger inside you yet, but he slid it across your slit, making you whimper. You were sitting on top of him, gripping his shoulders as he added pressure to your clit. “Changmin,” you moaned and it sounded like music to his ears. He adored how his name would fall from your lips. 

His tongue had circled your nipple, making you arch your back since you were so sensitive at this point. His free hand was on your hip, tracing small circles on your skin with his thumb. He smiled against your skin before he felt your hands cup his face and pull him up for a kiss. You wanted to be upset with how he was teasing you, but you also couldn’t be since it did feel good. 

Changmin happily kissed you back until he felt you grind your hips against his. He knew you wanted more than what he was giving you. But you’ll get it in due time. Changmin stopped his small movements on your clit, removing his hand from you and flipping you over on your back. He got up from above you and palmed himself through his sweatpants. He was hard and straining through the fabric. 

You felt that it wasn’t fair you were only one to be fully naked; you wanted to see his beautiful body in all its glory. You got up and placed your hands on the waistband, starting to pull down, but Changmin stopped you. He leaned down, “Patience, doll,” then a beautiful yet wicked smile spread across his face. He got off the bed and opened up the bedside drawer. 

Well, you were fucked. You were hoping he was grabbing a condom, but knowing him, he wasn’t getting that yet. You sighed when you heard the familiar buzzing sound of the vibrator he liked to use on you. It had different speeds and rhythms; Changmin loved to always switch them up on you without giving you any notice. 

Changmin turned to you, smiling softly before he sat next to you on the bed and placing the tip of the vibrator on your clit. He started it off with a less intense vibration, one that makes your breathing hitch. You moaned and gripped the sheets. You were already sensitive from his previous teasing that any sensation felt more heightened. 

“Does that feel good baby?” He cooed, leaning down to kiss your neck. His sweet lips felt sinful as he slowly kissed you and applied pressure on your clit. The vibrations go through your entire body and make you squirm on the bed. 

“Oh god,” you sighed, your eyes fluttering. Changmin could tell you were close even though he’d just started using the vibrator on you. In classic Changmin fashion, he turned up the vibrator to the next level, making you scream and close your legs. His wrist was trapped between your thighs and it didn’t take long for your orgasm to take over. Your fluids leaking out and dripping onto the bed sheets. 

Changmin chuckled as he watched you fall apart from the toy. You were all fucked out and trying to compose yourself, but that proved to be extremely difficult with the vibrator buzzing between your legs. Your breathing had become uneven as the overstimulation was getting to you. “You’re so pretty like this,” he complimented. It’s true, he thought you were beautiful when you’d come. It’s part of the reason why he loved to give you multiple orgasms. 

“Changmin!” You yelped when he turned it up to the third and final setting. It was even louder and now it felt like every inch of you was vibrating with the stupid toy. Your knuckles were turning white as your grip on the sheets tightened. You were a moaning and writhing mess, exactly how Changmin wanted you. 

“Come on, sweet girl, you can give me another one.” He said, and you just wanted to give him what he wanted. Even if your body was spent already. Your whole body shook from the intensity between your legs and Changmin did nothing but enjoy the sight before him. 

As bad as you wanted to give pleasure back to him, you couldn’t even think straight with how he was making you feel. “I’m so cl-close,” you stuttered out. You surprised yourself that you could even say something. You could feel yourself getting lost in the pleasure and your mind was reeling. All you could think about was Changmin and what he was doing to you. 

Changmin moved his free hand so that he could tweak your nipples. The added pleasure to your already sensitive body was enough to push you over the edge. You practically screamed and tried to move away from his hand, the pleasure becoming too much as you came all over the sheets. A wet patch now on the bed that Changmin’s wide eyes were fixated on. 

“I wasn’t expecting that,” he smirked and removed the vibrator from your body. He put the toy away and gave your lips a soft kiss. “You did so well for me,” he praised. You were completely spent, but you also felt like you were floating. He kissed you again before he said, “we’re not done yet, Angel."

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[hoonichi]

Hello :) !! idk if you still take request or no but could you do who is an ass or boobs guy?? in The boyz please ? Only if you feel comfortable ofc (Sorry for my bad English) I really love your writing too :)

hi! your english is very good! dw about it :) my requests are closed BUT i have written this exact thing so long ago and idk why i never posted it but maybe it was a sign for somebody to request it later on lmao, enjoy !!

ass: sangyeon, hyunjae, kevin, changmin, juhaknyeon, sunwoo

elaboration:

i have zero to none explanation why sangyeon is an ass guy but he just is. one of the few top fav sex positions is having you chest down, under him while he positions his cock in between your ass cheeks, fucking you slowly, not exactly giving you what you want/need:(

hyunjae would be the guy to sit you down on his lap when there’s no seats left in the car. actually no, scratch that, he would pull you down on his lap whenever he wants bc mhmhm loves feeling you press down on him.

i still see kevin as the most playful out of all of them so he would slap your ass at every given opportunity. struggles to control the urges to do so when you’re with your/his family bc hello?? that softy deserves a slap☝️

again, not sure why i think changmin is an ass worshiper.. it’s bc he’s a dancer 😎 no but you wearing skirts or anything short OR very tight clothes that bring out your proportions and changmin is on the ground, salivating like the touch deprived man he is.

juhaknyeon is on the same ‘slapping the ass’ train as kevin. honestly, he probably gets off of it too. the one to go absolutely crazy when you wear tight jeans and your ass just looks so holdable.

ahem, riding sunwoo with your back pressed against his chest while he controls your pace with his hands on your hips, but also simultaneously gripping and squeezing your ass because he loves it.

boobs: jacobus, younghoon, juyeon, chanhee, eric

elaboration:

jacob… my man jacob.. 😩 depending on your boobs like on life support. no pillow? here! your boobs are available, comfy as fuck for jacob to lay his head down. just really appreciates them, sometimes you think he loves your boobs more than you lmao.

younghoon looks like the guy to love leaving bruises/hickeys all over your tits till they look like a damn painting. and him just detaching himself to look at his masterpiece with that smirk of his? heaven if i must say myself.

have y’all seen juyeon’s hands?? do i have to say anything else?? god jesus fuck, enormous veiny af hands oh no do i have a thing for hands.. just imagining how easily they would cup your breasts, hiding them under his palms and squeezing them,, it’s like they were made to hold your tits<3

now chanhee really made me overthink bc he gives me the energy of both ass and boobs but hear me out on this.. a low neckline shirt/dress always makes him go horny bc he can see the silhouettes of your boobs and it’s like game over for him.

eric nuzzling his face into your chest when he’s sad or sulky or annoyed with something. again, gives me the loving vibes just like jacob. but i also kind of see him more on a freakier side, for example, cumming on your chest bc he loves how pretty it looks ☺️

#the boyz smut #sangyeon smut #kevin smut #juyeon smut #sunwoo smut #chanhee smut #juhaknyeon smut #changmin smut #hyunjae smut #the boyz eric smut #yoonghoon smut #the boyz jacob smut #jacob smut #q smut

[oceanlix]

Baby, Don’t Run

Pairing: Changmin x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3765

Warnings: Fae!reader, prince!Changmin, fingering, blowjob, praise, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, breast play, nipple play, teasing, bath sex, aftercare

“Ah, I’ve caught you!” Changmin sing-songs, hopping down off his horse and walking closer to where the trap holds you. You don’t want to admit that you’ve been careless, but admitting that a human is even a little more clever than you is just out of the question entirely.

You’d heard of the young prince who was obsessed with the fae, but you had never seen him in person before. He’s a lot more handsome than you’d pictured, with fair skin and sharp looking eyes. You hate to accept that your fellow fae were right, he isn’t ugly by any means. Still, you turn your head out of principle and scoff lightly.

“You’re not going to look at me?” The prince clicks his tongue with a sigh, reaching out to grab your chin. He jerks your head back abruptly and looks down at you, an unreadable expression on his face. He’s far too close for your liking, but the trap has you rooted to the spot, unable to lean away from his analytical gaze.

“I’m not a plaything,” you spit, trying to tear your face from his grip. It only makes the prince double down, leaning in closer until you can feel his hot breath touching your cheeks.

“No?” He chuckles a little, then plants a light kiss on your forehead. You startle a bit, not expecting him to do that. “From here, it looks a lot like you are.”

You hate how your face warms at his words. The last thing you want to do is let this human think he has any leverage here. But you can’t help the desire swirling in your belly, hot and unwanted as it may be. Maybe he’s a wizard and he’s charming you right now? You scan him with your eyes and conclude with some dismay that unfortunately, he’s just devastatingly handsome and you are extremely weak of mind.

You let your face relax, realizing there’s only one way out of this situation: you’ll have to trick him into thinking you’ll play along with his little game. Once he’s seduced, you’ll incapacitate him and slip back to the safety of your dwelling.

“Prince Changmin,” you purr, feeling a little victorious when you see his eyelids droop slightly. “Why don’t you get me out of this trap and we can have some real fun together?” You lift the hand that isn’t stuck to the tree and run it down his chest, your nails gently scratching his abs from over the fabric.

Changmin gulps, you can see it as his long neck moves. He pulls out his knife and cuts the netting away from your body, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to his chest. The action knocks the wind out of you, but you lose all your remaining breath when he bends down and presses his lips to yours.

The plan was to seduce him and run away, but as your lips meet his, you think maybe you could have some more fun with this. You kiss him back, your hands grabbing the back of his neck for purchase.

“Wow,” he breathes when you part for air, his eyes trailing down your body. He takes in your short dress that barely leaves anything to the imagination, your long legs driving him crazy as he notices the bare skin. From his research, Changmin knew that fae liked to wear clothing that would be considered too revealing for most people. He just never considered what it would do to him if he ever met one.

Changmin’s cock is hardening in his pants as his hands wander over whatever exposed skin he can reach, dipping under your dress and squeezing your ass. You mewl into his chest, feeling wetness start to pool between your thighs.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, smirking a little. He lands a gentle spank on your ass and you groan, pressing yourself further against him. “Use your words, pretty girl.”

You tilt your head up and grab his jaw, pulling him down for another heated kiss. “Feels great,” you mumble.

Changmin laughs, his fingers pushing aside your soaked underwear. They slide between your folds easily, eliciting a soft gasp from your mouth as you cling to his body for support. “So wet,” he teases, crooking his fingers up in search of that spongy spot inside you. When he finds it, the sound you let out is like music to his ears.

Okay, so your plan to one up this human is basically falling apart now. But why can’t you use him to get off before you escape? It’s not like it’s against the law to enjoy each other’s bodies, you reason with yourself.

It only takes a few more pumps of his fingers in and out of you to make your decision. Changmin can practically feel you relax in his hold, a smile forming as he kisses at your neck.

“There you are,” he coos, sucking a spot into your collarbone. You shudder against him, gasping when his thumb presses on your clit suddenly.

You lift up one of your legs and wrap it around his waist, sighing as he works you up. The feeling of his lips on your neck and his fingers in your pussy are too much; you tumble towards your orgasm quicker than you can prepare yourself for.

Changmin keeps pumping his fingers inside of you as you cum all over his hand, a tiny smirk on his face as he nips at your skin.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks when you’ve somewhat recovered a few moments later. You simply stare at him, too fucked out to speak yet.

The prince grabs the hem of your dress and lifts it over your head, his mouth watering at the sight of you in just your panties. He wants so badly to touch your breasts, but another thought crosses his mind instead.

While you’re still panting for air, you allow Changmin to push you to your knees. You look up at him with glossy eyes as he unbuttons his pants, pulling out his reddened cock and stroking it. There’s precum dripping from the head and you can’t wait to taste it. Fortunately he doesn’t make you wait long, grabbing your jaw and bumping the tip up against your lips.

“Your body looks so perfect,” he praises, leaning forward with one arm against the tree for support. You take his cock in as far as you can, wrapping your hand around the base. You can feel yourself starting to get wet again as you suck him, your thighs getting slicker and slicker every time you come back up.

A low groan slips past his lips and his hips jerk forward, burying himself deeper down your throat than you were expecting. Luckily you don’t gag right away, but you do press him back forcefully by the thighs, not wanting to have an accident.

“I’m gonna cum down your pretty little throat,” he warns you, but he doesn’t press you again to deepthroat him. You swirl your tongue around his tip, squeezing bus balls in your hand to help move him along quicker. You want him inside you now and you’re just a tiny bit impatient.

Changmin gently grabs your hair when you swallow him down again, your throat humming around his shaft. He thrusts shallowly a few times, then you taste his salty seed as it fills your mouth. It’s too much and it leaks out of the corner of your lips, down your chin and onto your breasts. When he pulls back to admire his handiwork, you swipe your fingers through it and pop them into your mouth. He thinks he might actually die from the sight of it.

Changmin helps you to your feet, and turns you around, hesitating slightly. “Is this okay? I know the tree bark is pretty rough,” he worries, rubbing your back. You glance at him over your shoulder, smiling sweetly.

“I’ll be okay,” you assure him, arching your back a little bit more. “Right now, I just really need you inside me.”

Changmin melts, surging forward to kiss you deeply. His tongue wraps around yours as he grabs your hips, pushing your panties down around your ankles. He pulls back, lining his tip up with your entrance. He teases your slit for a few moments, getting his cock wet before he pushes in smoothly. You moan into your arm, feeling every inch of him against your walls.

“I’m right here, baby,” he coos, stroking your sides. “You feel so warm and wet, squeezing me so tight.” He rains more praise down on you, his hands sliding up to play with your breasts and roll your nipples between his fingertips. “Look at how nicely you respond to my touch.”

You’re almost too overstimulated and he hasn’t even moved yet. His cock pulses inside you, getting you dizzy with pleasure. You didn’t foresee this situation turning out the way that it has, but you aren’t about to complain. Not when Changmin is making you feel this good.

He kisses down your shoulder, waiting patiently for you to tell him that he can move. Your heat is so tempting, he can barely keep from fucking into you. The last thing he wants to do is hurt or upset you though, so he reins himself in.

“Changmin,” you moan when he slides a hand around to your sensitive bud. “If you don’t move, I’m going to leave you here with balls bluer than the sea.”

It’s supposed to be a warning, but how can he take you seriously when you’re rutting back against him so desperately? There’s no real threat of you walking away until you cum, both of you know this. But the prince plays along with your silly game, smirking as he kisses under your jaw.

“Okay, princess,” he teases, pinching your bud lightly. You yelp, but it turns into a loud moan when he pulls out his cock suddenly and slams it back into you. The way his cockhead catches against your entrance is delicious, your mind going blank as he starts up a quick, deep pace.

“Fuck,” you mutter to yourself, sweat pouring down your skin. The summer sun beats down on you both, your bodies sticking together with the humidity of the forest. You drop your head between your outstretched arms, watching where your bodies come together.

It shouldn’t be so hot, the way his cock slides in and out of your cunt like it was made for it. But your mouth goes dry as you keep watching, unable to tear your eyes from the lewd sight.

“You gonna cream my cock already?” Changmin asks, but you think it might actually be rhetorical. Your mouth hangs open, useless, as he fucks into you deeply, your hands getting scraped up from the tree bark.

You’re clenching so hard around him that Changmin has trouble keeping up his rhythm, knowing you’re on the verge of your orgasm. He reaches around to rub your clit again, loving the way you practically mewl and arch your back against him.

Your orgasm hits hard and you fight to stay standing as your knees buckle. The prince is quick to wrap his arm around your waist, holding you up as he fucks you through probably the most intense climax you’ve ever experienced. It takes several minutes for you to come back to the present after that one, your eyes glossing over slightly as you stand up straight.

“Do you want more?” Changmin asks, his hands running over your limbs as they twitch with aftershocks. You nod, throat too sore to actually speak. He flips you around so that your back is to the tree, then lifts you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist for support.

You flinch when he rubs his cock through your puffy folds, the oversensitivity almost making you rethink having another round. But then Changmin slides into you so slowly, so carefully that you turn right back into putty in his hands. You bite at his shoulder, feeling his cum ooze out of you the further he buries his cock inside.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he encourages you. His soft voice combined with the nasty things you’re doing has your head spinning, but you can’t deny that you want to hear more.

You’re too weak to do much other than cling to him as he fucks you again, soft cries falling from your lips when he hits inside of you just the right way. Your lower half is starting to ache, but you don’t want to stop until he gives you another load, loving the way his cum fills you up until it’s spilling back out.

Changmin works hard to give you what you want, grunting with effort as he speeds up his thrusts. Your breasts bounce in front of him enticingly, so he leans down and takes your breast into his mouth, lapping at your nipple.

“Ah, Changmin!” you cry out, too much stimulation causing you to cum prematurely. You’re not ready for it at all, digging your nails into his shoulders and moaning loudly, your hips twitching wildly. Changmin cums soon after you do, filling you up again with his seed.

The squelching sound of the prince pulling his cock out a few moments later is downright disgusting, but you find yourself loving it anyway.

You stare at your ruined dress a few feet away. You certainly can’t go back to your home naked, not with the other fae nearby who might see you.

“Come home with me,” Changmin offers, holding out his hand. “I have an extra cloak in my pack that you can wear.”

You look at him in disbelief. “A cloak? In this weather?”

He smirks, his eyes raking over your naked and cum-covered body. “I’d much prefer you to stay as you are now, but I take it you don’t want everyone to see you in this state.”

You realize then that he has a point. Begrudgingly, you allow him to take out the cloak and wrap you in it, the heavy fabric already sticking to your damp skin. Changmin sneaks a hand around and grabs your ass, giggling when you slap him across the chest.

—-

Riding a horse is uncomfortable enough, but having to ride one after getting fucked in the forest might be your worst life experience yet. Your body is beyond sore by the time Changmin reaches his castle, enough so that you’re wincing when he helps you off the large animal.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, frowning slightly. “I’ll have them run a bath for you so you can recover properly.”

You cling to his arm as he addresses his chambermaids, barely able to stand up by yourself. Your pussy aches as do your legs and hands, fatigue raining down on you rapidly. It takes Changmin just a few steps to figure out that you need to be carried, and then he’s scooping you into his arms easily. If the staff find it odd you’re wearing a cloak in the dead of summer, they dare not speak it out loud.

The bath is ready by the time Changmin reaches his bedroom, the staff quickly exiting. He sets you down on your feet, pulling the cloak off immediately. With his help, you get into the steaming hot tub, sliding down until only your neck remains above water.

Changmin suddenly looks shy as he sits at the edge, offering you the various soaps he has available.

“It’s a little weird to be embarrassed now, yeah?” you tease him, soaping up your chest. Changmin stares at the swell of your breasts just barely hidden by the soapy water, his cheeks turning red.

“It’s different,” he coughs out, turning away while offering you a new sponge.

“Is that so?” You grin, leaning back against the tub. You slide the sponge slowly down between your breasts, over your stomach and between your thighs. You moan softly at the feeling of it against your spent pussy. Changmin glances at you from the corner of his eye, his gaze sticking as he watches you squirm and whine.

It only takes another second of you teasing yourself with the sponge before he grabs your wrist in the water, making you look up at him in surprise. “If you’re going to do that, I might as well join you,” he rasps, standing up suddenly.

You watch as he peels off all of his clothing layer by layer, revealing his lean body that you didn’t really get to see much of back in the forest. The sponge is forgotten, drifting to the surface as he drops his underwear to the floor. You suddenly understand what he means by it being different, as your cheeks flush with the sight of his cock slapping against his stomach.

You move to the side so he can climb in the tub with you, his arms easily pulling you into his lap. Changmin kisses down your shoulder, his cock pressing against your ass as you sigh in contentment.

“Can you go again yet?” he murmurs, nibbling at your earlobe while brushing your hair away from your neck. You can only nod, your hand sliding over his and bringing it between your legs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, massaging your folds gently. There’s no urgency here, safe in his private bathroom in the castle. He takes his time feeling every inch of you and savoring it, committing your body to his memory.

“Your touch is amazing,” you sigh out, head dropping back against his shoulder. You watch as his other hand cups your breast, rubbing over the nipple slowly while you whine for him. You feel like you’re suspended in time, like nothing exists outside of this tub and the two of you, feeling each other’s bodies together.

Changmin parts your legs gently and lines his cock up with your entrance, guiding you down slowly. You once again feel full, panting and moaning while he takes his sweet time bottoming out. Now that he’s got you here, in his home, he isn’t willing to let you go so easily.

“Y/N,” he whispers right into your ear, his hand sliding down to rub at your clit. You crane your neck to look up at him, your expression almost too far gone in pleasure. “You feel so nice around me.”

You kiss him, slowly swirling your hips. His cockhead bumps against your spot in just the right way, leaving you gasping into his mouth. 

“What a sweet little thing you are,” he says fondly. He uses his fingers to spread your pussy lips open wider around his cock, watching as he disappears inside of you. “All for me, ready to take my load whenever I want.”

It’s true, you’ve come to realize. You don’t want to run from Changmin anymore; you’d rather stay here, in his arms, with his cock pressed deep inside of you like it’s where it’s meant to be. You think maybe you ought to tell him this, but your body has other plans first.

“Gonna cum,” you sigh, arching your back until your breasts come out of the water. Changmin cups one in his hand and twists your nipple, helping you along.

A few more slow thrusts and you’re coming again, squeezing hard and uncontrollably around his cock. Changmin cums inside of you for the third time that day, unable to resist the way you milk him dry. You collapse against his chest, too spent for anything else

The water goes cold before you feel Changmin move beneath you, his face apologetic when you turn to look up at him. “I’m getting a leg cramp,” he admits sheepishly, scratching at his neck.

You can’t help but giggle, sliding off his lap. “I want to get up, but I really can’t move,” you explain.

Changmin gets up out of the tub; you can’t help but stare at his ass until he picks up a towel and wraps it around his waist. He then turns back, helps you stand up and get out of the tub, quickly wrapping you in the fluffy fabric. Your heart swells a little as he carefully dries you off, planting another unexpected kiss on your forehead.

“Come, let’s go to bed,” he says, taking your hand in his. He leads you out to his bedroom, a silk robe laid out for each of you on the large bed.

“I can’t accept this,” you gasp, but Changmin takes the towel from your body and helps you into the robe. He ties it around your waist, but it’s loose enough that he can still see right down the valley of your breasts, the sight making his cock twitch in interest. Damn, will he ever be satiated when it comes to you?

“You’re my guest and I want you to have the finest things while you’re here with me,” he says, like that’s the long and the short of it. And it is, you realize, as he discards his towel and puts on his own robe. There’s no room for arguing with this hardheaded prince.

Changmin grabs your hand again and leads you to the bed, pushing you down onto it gently. You find your breath hitching, almost hoping he’ll climb on top of you and ravish you again. But he just lays you back against the plush pillows, pulling the sheets up over your stomach before going around to the opposite side of the bed.

You don’t know why you’re so nervous when he climbs in beside you; the man has seen you naked and covered in cum, but this is what makes your heart skip a beat? How ridiculous.

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t even notice Changmin until his hand cups your face, turning your head to the side so he can look at you directly.

“Will you stay here with me?” he whispers, his big eyes staring at you with something unreadable. No, it’s actually very readable; you’re just not sure you’re ready to accept what it is just yet. But you do know one thing, and that’s that you don’t necessarily want to leave him just yet. There’s so much more you have to learn about humans, about the prince - about your prince. You are certainly not ready to give him up yet, whatever that may entail. So you stroke your fingers along his cheek, eyes soft as you learn forward to kiss him.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

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[juyeonszn]

JUST FOR ME

PAIRING ji changmin x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.26k

GENRES kinda fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, apparently ji changmin has a secret, established relationship, a whisker away ref <3, dacryphilia lol, making out, oral (m!receiving), face fucking lol, cum eating lol, lmk if i missed anything!

SUMMARY ji changmin had a secret.

MORE hellaur hellaur!! i cannot believe i’ve written 8 of these in the past month like i’m actually sick in the head. but maybe u guys are even sicker for reading them idk… once fawntober is over i think i might spontaneously combust. ANYWAY i would like to dedicate this to the resident jichang lover <3 beam <3 consider this a late birthday gift <3 if u enjoyed pls rb!

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Ji Changmin had a secret.

A very big secret that he would never dare tell to anyone else. Not his friends. Not even you. Whether it was because he wanted to keep this to himself, take it to the grave type beat, or because he was embarrassed— the world may never know.

But as you cuddle into his side, sniffling over this stupid animated movie, he realizes that his big secret might be harder to keep to himself than he thought.

He’s seen A Whisker Away with you probably hundreds of times by now, and he’s seen you cry each and every time, but for some reason this is the one that gets to him. The sight of your pretty tears trickling down your cheeks, eyes slightly puffy and lips pouty, has his thinking clouded. Typical Y/N behavior, living in his mind rent free like it was your career.

He hopes the thick comforter of your bed hides just how turned on he is, licking his lips when a tear drips down your chin and onto your chest. Don’t even get him started on your pajama choice. Nothing but a thin camisole and flimsy linen shorts. Did you know that you were just one action away from sending him into cardiac arrest?

Changmin doesn’t even notice that the movie has ended and the credits are displayed, eyes still trained on the stray teardrops rolling down your sternum. It’s not until you’re reaching above your head to stretch, leg bumping into his hard on.

You turn to him with wide eyes and a gasp. “Changmin! No way you’re fucking horny right now.”

“I’m not?” His response comes out more like a question than a statement, so of course you don’t believe him in the slightest. You give him a pointed look.

“How could you possibly be hard after watching that?” Your eyebrows raise, judging him wholeheartedly without knowing the full story. Though, he’s almost certain you’d still judge him then, too. Who wouldn’t? Getting turned on by the sight of his girlfriend crying wasn’t exactly something that people would think is normal.

“That’s— uh— that’s not what— you know what, never mind. We can just go to sleep if you’re tired—” Changmin really wished you weren’t so persistent sometimes. Then again, your persistence was the reason you were together in the first place.

“No, I’m wide awake now,” you simper, a sly little smile that looks out of place paired with the tear streaks on your cheeks. “Lemme help you, Min.”

You peel back the covers, straddling his lap. Changmin groans, throwing his head back when your barely clothed warmth presses down on his erection. Your fingers card through his hair before you lean in to kiss him.

It’s slow at first, lips moving together gently as you work yourself up. One of the things Changmin loved about you was the fact that you were always so eager to please. He had a tendency of not asking for anything unless absolutely necessary, but with your keen sense of perception, you just knew when he needed a little extra care. Like right now, for example.

His hands find your hips, grinding them into his own as he nips your bottom lip. You sigh into the kiss, parting just enough to catch your breath. He slips his fingers under the waistband of your shorts but you shake your head.

“Mm-mm,” you start to pepper kisses all over his face and jaw, trailing down his neck. “Let me do the work. You just relax, okay?”

The service top he was, Changmin thought it would be a bit difficult to just let you have the reins. However, he pulls away his hands anyway, allowing you to exhibit your magic. You smile contentedly, shimmying down so your face was level with his crotch.

Changmin watches with bated breath as you haul his sweatpants and underwear down his legs in one go. He fists your hair in a makeshift ponytail, darting out his tongue to wet his lips when you leave a sweet kiss to the tip of his cock. He hisses as you wrap your hands around the base, pumping his length agonizingly slow.

His hips buck up into your hands, teeth gritted when your lips envelope the head. Your tongue drags over his slit, collecting the precum that’s begun to form. You moan when the taste of him settles, one hand sliding under his t-shirt to claw at his abdomen.

Finally, after what felt like eternity, you take him fully into the warm coziness of your mouth. Every time you gave Changmin head, you tried not to push yourself to swallow him wholly. You were afraid of embarrassing yourself by not being able to fit his impressive size down your throat. This time was different. You felt the need to provide him the best pleasure possible.

He thinks he might combust, focus zeroed in on your plush lips going further down his length and meeting your hand. Your eyes flutter open, making contact with his as you twist your wrist and start to bob your head. Changmin groans, using his free hand to fist at the sheets below you. You looked so fucking filthy like this, ass perked up in the air as you sucked him off like your life depended on it. But good God, you managed to still look absolutely gorgeous, even with the drool dribbling along your chin.

Instinctively, his grip on your hair tightens and he pushes your head down, forcing you to engulf his cock more than you already had. You gag, but steel yourself to power through. Changmin accepts his fate and lets himself loosen up, a conniving grin spreading across his lips.

“Gonna let me fuck your face, baby?” He coos, bending his knees and putting his feet flat on the bed.

You moan in approval, pulling off just to respond. “Mhm. Want you to feel good.”

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he bites his lip, bringing your face closer to kiss your swollen lips, your hand still jerking him off. “I’m gonna ruin you.”

He can taste himself on your mouth and it makes his release that much more exciting. You break apart, returning to what you were doing previously. This time, however, Changmin doesn’t hold himself back. He starts to fuck up into the wet heat of your mouth, cock sliding down your throat with a choked groan following each thrust.

Your eyes water, and before you know it, tears are tracking on your cheeks. He nearly whines, all sense of restraint lost completely as you continue to wrap around him, tongue swirling around the tip and running along each vein. Changmin feels insane, his orgasm building up higher and higher the more you take him— the more you cry for him.

It’s when one of your teardrops drips onto his stomach, your thumb swiping across his hip bone, that he cums into your mouth with a moan so out of character, you almost join him. You try to swallow everything he gives you, but it’s so much that you have to pull off of him, feeling it slip down the side of your mouth. Your hips roll into the bed to release some of the friction that formed.

Changmin wipes away the mixture of saliva and cum on your chin, stamping another slow kiss to your lips. You straddle him once again, whimpering when he presses up into your already sensitive cunt.

He smiles, fingers dipping into your shorts. “You did so well, baby. Let me return the favor.”

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[hyukasmiles]

—Changmin—

Description: He kinda uses you like you’re preworkout 🤼‍♂️

fem reader

warnings: NSFW // quickie // m sure there’s other things that need to go here but 🤷‍♀️

NOT PROOF READ

Changmin Likes risk, loves it.

Pulls you into small closets and whines at you about how he has to fuck you before he goes on stage. "Please baby, real quick. Need it to perform good." Changmin is physically pouting and pulling you as close as he can, so close you can barely breathe.

He brings a hand up to cup your face, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb. "Cmon lovey." Changmin breaks you down every time.

“Ok.” You whisper, softly biting down on his thumb. “Have to be quick though.” Changmin nods his head n reply, leaning in to kiss you.

He forces his knee in between yours as he slips his tongue into his mouth, grabbing you by the hip, pushing your cunt down against his thigh. “You’re so wet baby.” He pants pulling away from your lips. “Knew this was gonna happen huh? That’s why you wore this pretty little skirt huh?”

You whine at the friction of your clothed cunt against your lovers thigh, reaching up to tug at his hair, pouting as he pulls his head away before you can. “Can’t mess it up baby, gotta go on stage after this, remember?” He laughs, reaching down to work on his pants zipper.

You whine again when he turns you to face the wall, leaving a small smack against your ass.

Your underwear is pulled to the side as Changmin gives his length a few good strokes before slowly slipping himself inside your gushing cunt. He shushes you when you whine at the stretch, covering your mouth with the palm of his hand. “Gotta stay quiet lovey.”

He fucks you fast, desperately rutting against you. “Minnie slow down.” You whimper against his hand, tears pricking at your waterline.

“Can’t baby, we’ve only got a few more minutes- gotta cum.” Changmin whines into the back of your neck, shoving a few of his fingers in your mouth. “Suck on em for me.”

You do as told, moaning around the long digits. Spit is slipping out the corners of your lips and tears are starting to fall as he thrust up against the spongy part of your walls.

“M gonna cum, lovey, you’re sucking me in so tight.” Changmin groans, kissing the shell of your ear.

His fingers fall from your mouth, the digits soaked in your saliva. He used them to rub small circles on your clit, your legs shaking from the stimulation.

“Cmon baby, need you to cum around me so I can cum.” You cry into the wall, nails scratching against it to try and find something to stabilize yourself with. Changmin’s ministrations against your clit stop for a beat before he starts again- slowly spelling his name on the puffy bud.

You cum around your lovers cock without warning, slick walls spasming around the length, pushing Changmin into his own orgasm.

“Thank you lovey.” He mumbles, slipping out of your ruined cunt. Replacing your underwear to help keep his cum stuffed inside you. “I’ll fuck it back in after the show, promise.”

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[strayed-quokka]

sex is overrated || ji changmin

» summary: you knew what you liked in the bedroom but men never seemed to take a hint. maybe it was your fault. or maybe they were just really fucking vanilla. nevertheless, your best friend is determined to prove to you that he knows exactly how to make a girl come, and you're no exception.

» pairing: ji changmin x female reader

» rating: NC-17 minors please do not interact with this work

» genre: best friends to lovers, ruin the friendship, smut, porn with some plot, a little fluff

» warnings: where to begin... dom changmin, sub reader, changmin is massive, fingering, oral (f & m), rough sex, face sitting, deep throating, squirting, spanking, spitting, unprotected sex, chocking, restraints (pink handcuffs hello whisper), face fucking, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia if you squint (?), degradation, a nude photo, marking, biting, scratching, mild bruising, creampie, changmin is an aftercare king though... i think i got it all but will double check.

» words: 5,051

» a/n: whisper. that’s it. also probably the filthiest thing i've ever written so i'm going to pour some holy water now and pg-13 my eyes a little... feedback and comments are greatly appreciated x

Sex was always exaggerated pleasure. 

At least sex was never any good. Not good enough to justify laying naked in a stranger's bed before leaving early in the morning to go home. You weren’t sure if maybe there was something wrong with you, but they just all seemed to be so pathetically vanilla. 

“You look fucking miserable, jesus christ,” your best friend since a particularly terrible high school party a few years ago, Changmin, scowls at you, his hair unbrushed on his head and his eyes still tired. It’s surprising that he’s even awake. 

“I am miserable, Minnie,” he grimaces, grabbing another mug from the endless ones you both have (it may have something to do with your need to buy a disney themed one every time you see one), pouring you an extra large cup of black coffee. 

“I’m sorry angel,” he pouts, and you gratefully take the scolding beverage from him before adding some milk.

“Why are men so shit in bed? Why is sex so overrated?” the platinum blond young man seems unfazed at first, given that you’ve probably asked him this at least once every two weeks for the past year. He was used to it, and every time he could only offer the same few solutions. Tell them what they want, and trial and error it. It was never a one size fits all.

You knew that, but you were also impatient and in your sexual prime, and no one was satisfying you. You couldn’t remember when you’d last had an orgasm that you didn’t bring on yourself. Anyway, here you sit against the kitchen island with disappointment pulling all your features down, and your best friend sighs, “go shower. We can talk about it after.”

You listen to him. Changmin was probably the only man on this entire planet that you rarely if ever argued with. He just understood you, sometimes it made you even wonder if he read your journal, because how the hell did he just get it?

“Minnie, can I ask you a question?” you ask, brushing through your wet hair as the man looks at you when you come back into the room refreshed. You’re wearing his shirt again, legs bare, and he wishes he wasn’t so perfectly willing to give them all to you as if they belonged in your wardrobe more than in his. 

“Sure,” you put the brush down, thinking the question over in your mind before deciding to ask it anyway.

“Do you think you’re good in bed?”

It was probably the worst moment in time for Changmin to take a sip of his coffee, for now he was left choking and coughing horrifically while you reached around to pat his back. He was trying to remember in his mind if you’d ever asked him a question quite like this, but quickly determined that this may’ve been the boldest thing he’d ever been asked by you. 

It’s not that Changmin necessarily kept his sex life a secret from you, nor did you keep yours hidden, but you’d never directly asked him if he actually thought he was any good. 

“Are you asking me in hopes I say yes so you don’t entirely give up on your sexcapades?” 

You huff, crossing your arms as you lean against the counter across from him, “at least tell me you know how to make a girl come. That’s enough for me.”

He doesn’t know if the temperature in the room has risen or if he’s just warmer, but the vulgarity in which you ask makes him feel weaker. That being said, he liked to believe that he could confidently tell you that he could, and that it wouldn’t be a lie, “Are you telling me you’ve never once heard me had sex?”

Now it’s your turn to blush, turning your head away from him to stare at the wall ahead, “I mean… I wasn’t going to say it and embarrass you.” 

He likes this push and pull, the teasing nature that your question brought, and there’s something about you becoming more shy that makes him more confident, “you tell me then.”

He got you there. Not only had you heard some of the girls he’d been with, but they’d been more than vocal. Honestly, you couldn’t imagine ever being that loud, but then again, no one ever did anything that made you feel the need to scream.

“I have another question,” you start, and he nods as his lips turn upward into a grin, his deep dimples on full display for you. He’s nothing short of charming and sweet.

“You’re full of those today, aren’t you?”

“You sure they never faked it?”

Changmin can remember the few times he’s been rendered speechless, but none even came close to the way he falters now. He guesses there wasn’t ever a way of truly knowing, but it had been a long time since he felt like a girl wasn’t genuine with him. Honestly, the last time was probably back when he was still incredibly inexperienced. 

“Want to find out for yourself?” it’s an invitation that he doesn’t quite realise he’s given before it’s already too late, but he’s grateful that his voice always holds a hint of teasing so that if you completely turned away in disgust, he could somehow get away with it being a joke.

Both of you stand there silently, and Changmin is close to apologising for maybe crossing a line with you, but you cut him off first. 

“Okay,” he thinks he’s going crazy, like he’s hallucinating and losing his mind, but you don’t seem to back down, “but we should lay some ground rules first.”

Changmin didn’t know what he’d done in his life that resulted in him sat across from you at the dinner table with a notebook in front of him and a blue pen in hand writing down a list of what the two of you should be in agreement with before you’d have sex.

It sounded ridiculous, but he guessed this is how most friendships fell apart. There was always a risk involved. 

“Alright, let me see it,” he turns the notebook around towards you, and you read it all outloud one by one, pausing in-between to see if he has any objections or anything to add.

“If one of us feels uncomfortable we stop, no questions asked. If one of us catches feelings, we stop with no ill will and we won’t talk about it unless the person is okay with it. Traffic light system if ever necessary with tapping system if…” you pause, swallowing, “if traffic system can’t be used.”

Honestly, it makes you wonder what the hell you two may get up to, and it definitely makes you wonder if you should really be doing this. Changmin seems to see it too, the way you hesitate, “we don’t have to-”

“I know,” but you want to, “Minnie?”

“Hmm?”

“You remember what I like, right?”

“I mean… I know what you complain about when you come home unsatisfied, if that’s what you’re on about,” you nod, looking at the way his face illuminates with the dimmed light in the room. He’s beautiful. You've always thought it, but never had it been more than surface level admiration.

“Alright so…” this doesn’t feel natural. Maybe you need alcohol, but you also don’t want it to intoxicate your mind and hinder coherent thoughts. You just don’t know how to go about this. 

Changmin stands up, his chair dragging along the wooden floor when he does, “I mean… you’re free now, right?” 

It makes you laugh, getting up to briefly put your long empty mug in the sink before you jump up on the counter. His shirt rises with your movements and he moves closer to you instantly, already asking the next question, “can I kiss you?”

“Yeah,” he waits an agonisingly long time before his eyes flutter closed and his lips fall onto yours, but it’s enough to make you wonder why the hell you both took so long to do this. He’s good at kissing you, quick with changing pace so that you don’t get bored and rough with his hands on your body. It’s exactly what you’d want, and you wonder if maybe Changmin paid even more attention to the things you’d carelessly said in the past than you thought. 

You moan against his lips, and he slips his tongue into your mouth and roughly tugs at your hair, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter as your legs part for him to stand between. It drives you wild, and you feel just a little pathetic with how good you feel from something as simple as a kiss.

“You have no idea what you’ve done,” he pants against your lips, pushing the fabric you’re wearing up above your hips, your lace black panties in full view for him and the man nearly falls to his knees for you then. There’s something about you that works similarly to a drug, and he can’t wait another second before he strips your (well, his), shirt off and throws it to the floor. 

“Fuck,” he’s eyeing you hungrily, and normally such a gaze at your bare body may leave you wanting to cover up. But the way Changmin looks at you is so desperate and hungry that you blurt out the next words before you’ve thought of it. 

“Take a picture,” he can’t believe his luck, nor does he know what galaxy he saved in another life, but he’s practically tearing his phone from his pocket and fumbling to unlock it, nearly dropping it in the process. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes, Changmin. I’m sure,” it’s all the reassurance he needs, and the image he takes is enough to make his cock hard and strain against his sweatpants painfully. He throws his phone to the side, pulling his own shirt over his head and your mouth nearly waters at the sight you’re met with.

“Minnie…” you drag his name out in a whine, and he’s pulling you to your feet and practically shoving you down onto your knees in an instant before him. 

“Yes, angel?” it’s a mocking tone, but the very way he speaks to you causes your pussy to clench and your underwear to cling to your folds. The fabric teases your clit when you move and the stimulation makes you quiver. 

“Look at you, are you that weak?” you whine, licking the prominent v-line along his muscular stomach, before dipping your tongue beneath the fabric of his sweats. The blissful curses that leave his mouth and the grip he has on the back of your head is enough for you to pull the grey offending trousers down, his cock springing free.

“F-fuck,” maybe you were slowly starting to understand why girls were so loud with him. His cock was easily the biggest you’d ever seen, even to the point where you maybe thought that it was too much. Not only was the length impressive, but it was thick, enough that you struggled to wrap your hand around the base. 

“Are you dumb off seeing my cock already? Haven’t even fucked you yet,” it was degrading maybe, to have him insult you, but you wanted him to. His words turned you on, and you stick your tongue out and place the head of his cock in your mouth. 

You feel him grip a handful of hair, creating a makeshift ponytail as he steadies your head, your tongue lapping up his pre-cum and circling around the tip before you slowly try to ease him further into your mouth.

“Angel, you’re pathetic if that’s all you can take,” honestly, you’re inclined to agree. You’re barely halfway and your jaw already feels tense and your mouth feels full, but you try to relax and angle yourself slightly so that his cock pushes into your throat, “good girl.”

You cough, choking on your own spit and his cock but he keeps your head locked in place as tears spring to your eyes. It’s almost too much, but Changmin isn’t that cruel. He knows it and releases your head from his grip right after, allowing you to breathe. 

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” he’s stunned into silence at first. Truly, he’d never met a girl so eager to have his cock in her mouth, but who is he to say no?

“Oh… was that not too much for you… hmm?” 

“I’ll tap you three times if it is,” a pause, and then you look up at him, “I promise.”

He knows you’ll hold yourself to it. Even if he’d never experienced you sexually, he knows that you don’t go above your limits, so he trusts that you’ll let him know if you can’t take it. 

“Open your mouth,” you obey eagerly, knees pushing further apart, and he’s pulling your hair and yanking your head back so you look up at him before he spits in your mouth.

Fuck, he even remembered that.

He guides your mouth back to his cock, and you angle yourself again to push him deeper down your throat. You stop when you gag, and he only pulls back just enough to stop you from choking. He’s still at first, as if studying your reaction, before he starts to move. 

Changmin is relentless. Once he decides a certain pace, then that’s the way he’s going. He fucks your throat completely dry, and you only manage to get air for the second he spends pulling out of you before his cock stuffs you full again. Tears fall from your eyes and you moan, causing vibrations to hit his cock that only urge him on while you claw at his skin by his hips, trying to hold on to anything so you don’t fall over, scratching him until red angry marks taint his otherwise perfect skin. 

“You’re gonna swallow all of my cum, aren’t you baby?” you whimper, feeling his cock twitch before he stills, holding your head in place as his cum shoots down your throat. You savour every drop, falling into his arms as he pulls you up to your feet and then up onto his waist, “you good?”

“Y-yes,” you clear your throat, letting him carry you over to his bedroom before he sits down on the edge, shuffling around with you on top of him. Your clothed pussy rubs against him and it makes you shake, even more when you realise that he’s pushing your body further up, “do you need a break?”

“No,” he nods, resting his head on a pillow whilst you straddle his chest. You think you have a minute to breathe, but then his hands grip your ass and forcefully drag you up until your clothed cunt is hovering right over his mouth. 

“Min-”

“Hmm?” he kisses your thigh, and you nearly debate telling him that he doesn’t have to make you come. That you believe him when he says he knows exactly how to pleasure someone. Yet you’re convinced you’ll never get the mental image of him between your thighs out of your mind any time soon, and you’ll be damned if you let this go. 

“Fuck, I didn’t know you were so wet,” he chuckles, kneading your ass as he leans up and kisses your clothed folds. Your entire body trembles, and you wonder if you may have an orgasm right then, “all because of my cock in your mouth, hmm?” 

“Y-yes,” he pushes the fabric to the side, licking up your juices like he’s starved off the taste of you, and you feel your wetness drip onto his lips. You’re a moaning mess above him, only made louder when he spanks your ass. 

“You’re such a slut, hmm?” you want to agree, but just as you’re about to, his tongue finds your clit and you lose it, pushing down enough to wonder if you’re suffocating him between your legs. If you are, Changmin doesn’t mind, for he keeps the rigorous pace and only occasionally stops when the fabric of your underwear slips back into place. 

He growls, dissatisfied, and eventually he grips both ends of the flimsy fabric and tears it in half. Every movement he makes feels so messy and hungry, but you know everything is perfectly calculated. 

His ring finger teases your entrance while his tongue is still teasing your clit, lightly sucking the flesh, and you definitely know he’s calculating everything when he pushes his finger into you just as he lightly bites down on the bundle of nerves. 

“Changmin!” it’s rare, almost never, that you use his full name. Usually it’s when you’re angry, but in this case, it’s because you’ve lost most ability to think and say the first thing that comes to your mind. 

“God, look how you clench around my finger,” he swears he sees stars with how tight you are, pushing another finger inside you to slowly open you up enough for his cock, his rings cooling against your heat. A string of curses fall from his lips, knowing it’ll likely require some patience if you’re already clenching around something so small. 

“F-fuck,” you rock your hips against him, and he uses his free hand to press your thighs down, holding them in place as he laps his tongue back over your folds to where his fingers scissor you open, before running up to your clit. There’s a familiar coil in your stomach, but it grows all too quickly and without any warning while you desperately struggle against his harsh grip on your legs and his eagerness to taste you, “Chan- ahh.”

You briefly wonder if you may pass out, your entire body rising up though he moves with you, not once letting his fingers move even an inch out of you as he feels you convulse and shake above him. 

It takes him another second to realise that you’ve squirted on his chest and up along his collarbone and neck when you rose up, and your cheeks go incredibly crimson when you realise that you’ve left him a complete mess. But to him, he’s never felt more accomplished in his life, “fuck, you’re doing that again.”

His fingers slip out of you, and he’s incredibly gentle when he lets you lay there to recollect your breathing and become aware of your surroundings again. You could safely say that not only could he make a girl come, but he’d given you the most intense orgasm of your life. 

“Can I restrain you?” 

The question catches you by surprise at first, and it takes pathetically long for you to react at first, “what for?” 

“When I fuck you,” your eyes open, and there he is, sweating, still glistening slightly from your own orgasm, cock fully erect and dimples showing as he smiles. 

He looks ethereal. 

“Unless you’d rather stop for today? If it’s too much-”

“No! No, please don’t stop,” he chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes while he reaches over and kneads your ass cheeks again, occasionally offering a light spank that causes your body to ripple against the mattress, moans leaving your lips. 

You may lose your voice at this rate. 

“So… can I?” You think about it for a second, before ultimately nodding and deciding it’s something you’d like to try. 

“How do you want me?” 

“God, you can’t just say that. I might die,” you laugh, at least happy to know that you affect him just as much as he affects you. 

“But to answer the question…” he comes up behind you, chest pressing into your back as his cock grazes against your ass, making you subconsciously push against him, “I’d like you just like this.”

He adjusts the pillow, ensuring that your head is well rested if your hands are going to be bound against your back, limiting the amount of support you can give yourself. What shocks you the most is how the handcuffs he’d fished from his nightstand are not only a bright pink, but shaped like a heart, “didn’t take you as someone who’d have that.”

“Chanhee bought it as a joke. Don’t think he’d assume I’d actually use it,” you chuckle, briefly thinking of your friend who really probably didn’t think much of it (or maybe he did know), whilst Changmin restrains your wrists and tightens the metal, “too much?”

“No… but not tighter, please?” Changmin obeys, doesn’t push where he feels like he shouldn’t and instead pushes your knees apart, your pussy coated in your juices and now in full view for him as he’d stripped you off your last item of clothing.

An item that you could honestly throw away. 

“Just tell me if you want me to free you,” but you don’t think you’ll want him to. Something about giving him complete control over you whilst he fucks you from behind makes you question your sanity, because you feel like you’ve never wanted anything else more. 

The tip of his bare cock teases your entrance and you whimper, especially when he stills “can I fuck you raw?” 

“Yes,” you'd expected an internal debate in your mind that never comes. You always used condoms. Hell, you couldn’t remember when you last didn’t, but you wanted to feel every inch of his cock inside you and suddenly that internal thought process didn’t matter. You were on birth control anyway. 

“You’re going to kill me,” he slowly pushes his cock inside your sopping cunt, groaning at how tight you feel. He was going to have to take it inch by inch, quite literally, and the very thought was agonising to him. 

“F-fuck… you don’t fit,” you’re laughing, and at least knowing that you’re amused has him relaxing from the thought of thinking he was causing you pain. He laughs with you, but it’s quickly lost as he pushes himself deeper inside you, the sound strangled in his throat, “oh my god.”

“You still have a bit more than half, you know?” 

“Shut up, there’s no w- mhmm,” he shuts you up with a rather deep push of his hips, splitting you open around his shaft, “now it’s about half.”

He’s teasing you again, but it’s so incredibly hot that you don’t care. You’re convinced that Changmin is the sexiest man in the world with the way he’s set on fucking you stupid.

It’s never taken you this long to adjust to someone’s length and girth, but it’s a good few more minutes of Changmin pushing a little more every time until your ass finally meets his hips, “god, look at you. You’re drooling.”

He chuckles, and you realise he’s right, moaning as you feel yourself clench around him unintentionally. He really has you forget all coherent thought, completely unaware of your own reactions “you can move.”

The platinum blond does not need to be told more than once. He’s been waiting to move, been desperate to, as he moves in slow and languid thrusts, like he needs you to feel every inch of his cock inside you, “mhmm, more.”

“Already? Can you take it?” You nod, feeling him hold your head down against the pillow, his other hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise as he quickens his pace. You cry out his name almost instantly, screaming it over and over from the pleasure you feel, though it’s partially muffled. 

“How good you take my cock.”

“Y-yes,” you stutter, feeling a sharp sting to your ass, but before you have time to respond, he’s taken the same hand he used to pull you up by the handcuffs that bind your wrists, your back twisted while he grips your hair and pulls you back into his shoulder, “h-harder.”

“Still?” he groans, obliging as he quickened his pace, his other free hand going around your waist and to your stomach, and he swears he can feel his cock inside you with every thrust, “mhmm fuck… I can feel my cock inside you.”

“Fuck... oh fuck, C-Changmin!” you wish your hands were free so you could touch him, but instead you have to rely on him to hold you up as he roughly pounds into you with no remorse. The pleasure becomes overbearing, but it’s brought to its peak when he dares test the waters with something you’d only mentioned once as something you wanted to try. 

His hand that had been gripping your hair snakes around your throat, and at first he only squeezes lightly to see how you respond, if he should stop or keep going. 

“C-Changmin! G-god. Please,” you whimper, tears falling from your eyes once again from the pleasure and he grins, biting down on your shoulder. 

“Whore,” he groans, tightening the hand he has around your neck just slightly as he breathes into your ear, his grip enough to cause the oxygen in your brain to short circuit but not enough to make you feel in pain or like you’re in danger. 

If your hands were free, you honestly think you’d make him grip you harder, and you know you’re about to fall over the edge.

It’s your inability to freely move and the way he holds you in place exactly the way he wants you with his cock deep inside you that makes you scream his name one more time, so loud that you'd be more surprised if the neighbours didn't hear it, your entire body shaking and clenching on his cock as you mess the sheets with your orgasm. 

It’s the stimulation around his cock and the tightness that makes him lose control, and a mangled cry of your name leaves his lips when his cum spills into you, coating your walls and leaving you to collapse as he loses his strength to hold you, pleasured groans falling from his chapped lips.

You fall onto the bed, hands still bound behind your back with Changmin falling right next to you. Neither of you say anything, but both your heavy breaths are loud in the room as you try to collect yourself. 

“We should shower,” you whine as a response, because you honestly don’t think you can move. Changmin doesn’t think he can either, but there’s no way he’s letting you lay in the mess you made with his cum still spilling out of you. 

As absolutely feral and possessive as that makes him. 

Your best friend unbinds the pink cuffs keeping your wrists together, wincing slightly as he sees how harshly you tugged at it even with the room he’d left. He brings them both to his lips, kissing the faint bruising as an apology falls from his mouth, but you don’t want him to be sorry.

“Please, if you dare apologise for the best sex of my life, I’ll kill you,” he chuckles, and you reach out lazily to poke his dimples, smiling when he squirms. 

“I’ll get you ice at least,” he finally gets up, and while the muscles in his body scream at him, he lifts you up into his arms and into the bathroom, setting you down in the tiled shower whilst adjusting the temperature of the water. 

“Wait here,” you nod, sat on the tiled floor in the shower as the water falls onto you, though you find it quite comfortable. Changmin comes back not long after, a few ice cubes wrapped around a towel that he holds to your wrist, kissing your forehead softly while brushing through your knotted hair. He’s completely different now, caring for you, and your heart swells in affection for him. 

“Can I wash you?” you nod, and you sit there with him whilst he rubs your body wash over your skin and then his own, making sure you’re both clean and taking his time as he does. He winces at the faint bruising on your hip and around your shoulder where he’d bitten your skin, but you glare at him, reminding him not to think about it. 

“Don’t pout about it,” you remind him, and he nods as he slowly begins to massage your scalp with your conditioner. 

He cares for you so much, and you’ve never felt it more than now, still trying to recollect your thoughts while he ensures you’re okay even when his own exhaustion is threatening to have him pass out on you. 

He even makes the bed for you both while you just sit and wait, fluffing the pillows for him, dressed in a new shirt of his while he's just adorning a pair of black boxers, and when he reaches for you to fall into his arms, you’re more than happy to. 

You think with how you’re spent, you’d fall asleep in an instant, but instead you lazily brush Changmin’s hair from his forehead and kiss his shoulder. He lets you do whatever you want, watching you with a deep adoration and love, but it doesn’t scare you. 

It doesn’t scare you, because you know when you look at him, it wasn’t just you who’d failed at keeping your feelings away. 

“I love you,” he’s surprised to hear you say it first, but the warmth in his chest and the smile that threatens to slip just make you want to say it again and again. 

“I love you too,” you nestle into his shoulder, still lazily playing with his hair while one of his hands hovers over your thigh, the other behind your back, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so content. 

“Also… next time, I’ll be the one leaving bruises,” Changmin laughs, and it’s a sound that brings you complete peace. 

“I’m holding you to that but..." he pushes the fabric of his boxers down past his hipbone, revealing aggressive red marks that you barely remember leaving. There's a silence first, before you lean close and kiss the broken skin, "oh, please don't do that. I'll want to ruin you again."

You oblige. As desirable as the thought is, you're both tired, and you lay there silently for a few more minutes until he breaks it to ask you a question that's been on his mind since your first orgasm, "still think sex is overrated?"

You throw a pillow right onto his smug face as your answer.

well... i wrote that... i actually can't believe the ideas in my brain sometimes. also the resitance to switch it to another member because i'm weak for them??? guess we writing more boyz ✌️🥵

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[shanbinswf]

STRIPPER — ji changmin [repost]

landing page. main masterlist.

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?”

#the boyz #the boyz smut #the boyz scenarios #changmin #the boyz changmin #the boyz ji changmin #ji changmin #the boyz changmin smut #changmin smut #changmin scenarios #q smut #the boyz q #the boyz q smut #the boyz q scenario #q scenario

[starlitmark]

Summary: Changmin didn’t plan on hooking up with anyone during this trip. Then he saw you, and his plans drastically changed. Pairing: Changmin x fem!reader Tropes: spring break au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: dom-sub themes, sadomasochism, sir kink, restriction, dacryphilia, impact play, degradation, unprotected sex, aftercare, mentions of sub-dropping Word Count: 2,310

Chapter 3: Patience is Key ៚ WITT Masterlist ៚ Chapter 5: Change of Pace

Changmin, unlike his other friends, was not planning on finding anyone new to hookup with on this island. He was here to enjoy the change of pace and scenery. So when he sat on the bus that would take him to the top of the mountain, he didn’t think anything of the absolutely breathtaking woman sitting beside him. Until about halfway through the ride, he noticed her turn the brightness down on her phone out of the corner of his eye. Even with her doing so, he could distinctly see what app she was on. He knew that app far too well. It’s how he met his regular hookup back home. The simplest way to explain the app was basically like a dating app for people with sexual preferences that weren’t quite vanilla. He doesn’t say anything. He simply turns toward the window and takes in the view of the island outside.

Once the bus comes to a halt and the guide allows them out of the vehicle, Changmin takes it upon himself to explore what he can. The rest of the people are wandering around just like him. He stops at an old wooden fence and leans on it, facing out toward the stunning view of the island below. He’s so thankful that he chose to do this rather than do whatever the hell Jaehyun and San were up to yesterday. After a few moments, he finds himself lost in thought.

“It’s pretty,” a voice pulls him from his thoughts.

“Hmm?” he responds, turning his head to see that it’s the woman who sat next to him on the bus.

“The view, it’s pretty.” you smile.

“That it is, I’m Changmin.” he offers his hand to you.

You shake it and respond with your own name, “Your first time visiting here?”

“Yeah, yours?”

You shake your head, “My family would vacation here every summer. Now I just come for spring break.”

You lean on the fence just like him and look out at the unending sea in front of you. Changmin does too. However, his thoughts come back to bite him in the ass. He wants to ask you about the app. He wants to know about you. He’s never had that draw toward any other person he’s encountered. Especially someone who he’s learned to have common sexual interests with.

You let out a sigh that has a touch of a giggle in it. You look over at Changmin, who is trying to pretend to focus on the view, and smile again. Then, you drop your head forward to look at your hands. You feel Changmin look over at you, and that’s when you return your gaze to him.

“I know you have a question or two, at least on your mind. What’re you thinking about?”

“You said it’s your spring break, too.” you nod and tell him which university you attend, “I guess the world is pretty small after all. I go there too, dance major.”

“I’m a communications and linguistics major. Guess it makes sense why we never crossed paths.” you chuckle, “I know that’s not your only question, though. Tell me.”

“I saw the app you were on earlier on the bus.”

“Oh,” you respond shortly, feeling the heat of a blush invade your cheeks.

“We both know you aren’t going to find anything long-term there. Believe me. I’ve tried and feel like you have too.”

“Maybe it’s just a good distraction.” you try to deflect his correct assumption.

“Distraction? If you wanted a distraction, you wouldn’t be so fixated on finding someone with the same… interests. Would you like me to lay out an offer for you?” “Sure, shoot,” you respond, throwing caution to the wind.

“We both know we aren’t going to find anything serious or long-term on that damn app. Let me show you what I’m about, and you show me what you’re about. If we both agree then, since we go to the same uni, we’ll see about arranging something more. Deal?”

“Sounds like a deal to me,” you smirk.

The guide calls for the tour participants to return to the bus to trek down the mountain as if on cue. Changmin gives you a knowing look, then pushes off the fence and walks toward the bus. You don’t trail far behind; you’re hardly five steps behind him. Throughout the entire drive, Changmin keeps a hand on your thigh. He’s not doing a thing besides resting it there, he’s not even looking at you, but still, it has you squirming. There are a few times that the man beside you takes a glance at you. His gaze is warm; it has an undertone of authority, but you don’t feel uncomfortable. You try to focus on anything but his hand on you, but it doesn’t work too well. Your mind continually wanders to what you might get to do with Changmin once you get to his bungalow.

“You gonna get off the bus?” he teases.

“H-huh?” you ask.

“We’re back in the town. Do you still wanna-”

“Yes,” you respond slightly too quickly, “I mean, yeah, sounds cool.”

“Cute.” he chuckles slightly.

You think about arguing but know it’ll likely be bad for you in the long run. As you walk down the path back to the bungalows, Changmin takes it upon himself to smack your ass. It takes everything in you not to make a noise. Instead of letting that noise out, you freeze in your spot and let out a long sigh. You don’t even see his face, but you know he has a smirk written across his lips.

“Noted.” he says plainly.

“What’s noted?” you ask a slight bite to your tone.

He steps close enough to press his body against yours, “That you’re a pain slut.” he whispers in your ear.

You don’t respond. Changmin chuckles again and now walks beside you. The rest of the walk to his bungalow, he always has at least one hand on you. They aren’t even sexual. If anyone saw you, they would assume you’re just a lovey couple. Once the house was in sight, though, all bets were off. He practically drags you toward the house. You don’t know if his housemates are home, but you couldn’t be bothered to care about that right now. Changmin practically breaks the door off its hinges, and you see a large man nearly jump out of his skin and give the other man a death glare.

“Out.” Changmin practically growls.

“What?” the other scoffs, “Just cause you-”

“Unless you want to hear crying and begging, I’d suggest you beat it.”

The tall man sighs and walks toward the door, “Good luck.” he tells you, patting your shoulder gently.

Once the door is securely shut again, Changmin guides you past the stairs and down the hall. It’s the master suit he takes you to. He doesn’t even give you a moment to process the space before he sits you on the end of the bed. He grabs your chin and makes you look up at him. His eyes are dark now, darker than before. It sends a rush of lust through your body. He guides you to strip completely nude while he is still entirely clothed.

“Now, you’re going to behave and listen to every word I say. Understood?”

“Yes, understood.” “What was that?” he asks, adding the slightest pressure to his hold.

“Yes, sir, understood.”

“That’s better. Do you know the color system?” “Of course, it’s the one I always use.”

He steps away to search for something in his suitcase, “Tell me what each color means.” “I’m not stupid.” you scoff.

“Tell me so when I fuck you stupid, I can still check on you.”

Another rush goes through you, “Green for all good. Yellow for a break. Red for a hard stop.”

“Good girl.” he smiles at you, “How do you feel about restraints?”

“They’re good, sir. Why do you ask?”

“I want to bind your arms together, nothing too crazy.” he shrugs while holding up a belt.

He moves your hands behind your back and carefully and meticulously restricts your arms with the belt. After securing it, he slips two fingers between your wrists and the leather to ensure it’s not too tight. Again he doesn’t give you a moment to process. He flips you, so you’re lying across his lap. You feel two fingers run through your folds. The sensation makes you squirm and bite back a moan. His fingers glide up and down the backs of your thighs before landing a smack against your left ass cheek.

“As much as I’d love to treat you nicely, you did give me a bit of an attitude earlier. We can’t have that, can we?”

“No, sir.” you gasp.

“Ten per cheek. Count for me. If you’re good, I’ll reward you.”

He lands smack repeatedly on the skin. Massaging the skin gently between each set. You count just like he asks you to. By the sixth set of spankings, you feel tears well in your eyes. Changmin pauses for a moment and asks for you to look at him. His tone seems softer than what he had previously been using.

“You look so pretty when you’re crying for me.” he says with an endearing tone, “What’s your color.” “Green, sir.” you reply, sniffling slightly.

“Good girl. We’re halfway done.”

He continues his assault on your ass, and you continue to count for him. You’re so far gone in the pleasurable pain that you hardly process it when he moves his fingers back between your folds. He chuckles as you lean into the touch.

“So wet, and just from a few spankings. You really are a pain slut, huh?”

“Yes, sir. I love it.” you moan against his pant leg.

“We best take care of this pretty pussy then.”

He pushes two fingers into you and immediately sets them at a rough pace. You’re crying and moaning louder than you’ve ever known yourself to do in the past with anyone else. The wetness leaking out of you echoes through the room with each thrust of his fingers. An orgasm impends, and you try so hard to warn him, but it’s hard when you can hardly form a proper thought.

“Cum,” you cry out, “wanna cum.”

“Do you?” he asks with a condescending tone, “How do you ask?” “Sir, please,” you interrupt yourself with a moan, “please let me cum.” He pulls his fingers from you, and you whine at the lack of contact. “If you’re gonna cum, it’s going to be on my cock. Go lay down on your stomach. I’ll take care of you properly now.”

He removes the belt from around your wrists, allowing you to move properly. You’ve never moved so fast in your life. Before you know it, you feel Changmin’s bare chest against your back and his hard cock against your ass. You try to push back against him, but he holds your hips down with one of his hands.

“If you don’t behave yourself, I’ll tie you up again and leave you here all hot and bothered.”

“Sorry, sir, I’ll be good.” “Good. What’s your color?” “Green. Please fuck me, sir, please?”

He doesn’t respond. He pushes into you with a shaky breath. You moan into the pillows below you and reach around to hold onto his wrist. He fucks you hard and rough. You absolutely love it. Your ass burns from the spankings earlier, but it only adds to the pleasure of his hips meeting your ass with each thrust. Changmin whispers absolutely filthy nothings into your ear as he fucks you into next week. You have no idea where he’s been hiding, but there’s no way you’re ever fucking anyone else after this. He’s completely ruined you for any other hookups or relationships in the future.

“Listen to you moaning like a whore for me. Do you think people can hear us outside? You’re loud enough that it’s possible.” he teases.

“Sir, please, want more, want your cum in me. Please.” you gasp.

“Look at you, so pretty and crying again. I’ll fill you up, don’t worry. I’m close.”

You throw your head forward into the pillows hoping it might muffle your moans a little bit. Changmin has other thoughts, though. He braces one hand beside your waist, and the other comes to grip your hair, pulling your head up by his.

“Do not hide those pretty noises.” he growls, “I’m gonna fill this pussy with my cum, and you’re going to thank me.”

“Yes, sir.” you moan, fresh tears streaming down your cheeks.

When he buries himself entirely inside you, filling you with his cum, your orgasm comes soon after. He thrusts into you, helping you ride out your high. He showers you with praise as you start to come down from your highs. When he pulls out slowly, you whine. He hushes you, then picks you up and moves you into the bathroom. He cleans you both up before running a bath. Luckily, it’s big enough for both of you to sit in it. You rest against his chest silently. It’s comfortable. You can tell he’s comfortable too.

“You doing okay?” he asks softly.

You nod, “Yeah, thanks for taking care of me.”

“It’s the absolute least I could do. I’m not going to send you back to your own house on the edge of dropping. Did you want to rest for a bit here too? I don’t mind if you do.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, turning your head to look up at him.

“I’m sure. You can stay as long as you need. I’ll make sure the guys don’t bother you if they come back.”

“Thank you, Changmin.”

He kisses the top of your head, “Of course, whatever you need. I’m here.”

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