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beamtori · 9 months

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𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝.

nonidol!ji changmin x afab!reader

2.4k words (HELP it's only this long bc there's like an actual plot low-key 😭💀), smut (minors dni), cunnilingus (face sitting/riding), cum drinking(??), kind of fingering?, kissing, swearing, descriptions of blood/stitching, mentions of violence/fighting/weaponry, changmin's a boxer? fighter dude?, a lot of arguing and banter, use of pet names (spitfire, baby), angst HAHA!

a/n: once again, this was FOR ME. :l if im being so for real tho, i should have made them fuck piv bc that would have actually scratched my itch, but i just had to go and make him injured 🙄

Ji Changmin was stupid.

"You are so—"

"Stupid? Yeah, you've said that five times already."

"—annoying," you finished with a snide, little smile, relishing in the way his pretty eyes rolled. You gave the thread between your fingers a forceful tug through your gritted teeth to snap the end off; a part of you loved the way he flinched.

You and he were currently holed up in the dimly lit space of your bedroom where he was getting blood all over your sheets, and stupidity all over your floor. (Did you say you thought he was stupid yet? No? Well, he was stupid.) The idiot had gone and gotten his stitches ripped out again, which was the exact opposite of what you told him to do.

You stood looming over him between his legs to take a look at his busted shoulder. The last time, he had gone out and gotten it sliced open. That would teach him to bring a gun next time—you shouldn't even talk about his fists. That would make you pop a blood vessel. His damn knuckles were split open like a row of splattered blueberries—blue and purple and ugh.

"When I come home for the day, the last thing I ever plan to do is more work," you muttered to him as you threaded your needle and began stitching up his gash again.

He winced slightly, digging his teeth into his bottom lip. "So you're saying you've never planned to do me?"

You met his eyes for a split second. His eyebrows flicked upward in suggestion; you made a particularly generous piercing into his skin.

"Shit," he hissed, sucking in a breath. "I said I was sorry."

"For what."

"For doing my job—"

Your eyes narrowed into a glare. "Your job? Your fucking job isn't to get the shit beat out of you every other night, Changmin."

"Oh, so you care now?" He fired back.

Your mouth snapped shut and you continued to work quietly. It wasn't like you didn't care about the nitwit, but you weren't about to admit it point-blank. His ears would never hear that you cared that much, but here you were, letting him into your apartment at god knew what time it was to patch him up again. You didn't know why he always came to you. You quit the boxing ring infirmary months ago, and yet, he always ended up at your doorstep.

When he realized you weren't going to say anything, his uninjured arm took your jaw between his fingers. He looked you in the eyes—you saw the dim lighting of the bedside lamp light a fire in his gaze. Or had that always been there? "You care about me."

You tore your head away. "Oh, fuck you."

His grin was wolfish. "Is that an invitation?"

"One day—" you huffed, knotting the thread and tossing the bloodied needle and tweezers onto the nightstand, "—I'm gonna rip you a new one, Ji Changmin. Or maybe you don't need one 'cause you're already a huge asshole."

He gazed at you, and you weren't sure what it was, but he looked enamored. "Fuck—can you just sit on my face already?"

Everything halted for you. "What?"

"Come on, spitfire; you heard me." His head cocked to the side in challenge. "Sit on my face. My arm might be useless, but my tongue sure isn't—"

"I'll be back," you interrupted sharply before your face got any hotter. You could feel his eyes on you as you scurried into the bathroom next door like a little field mouse.

His audacity was going to drive you to insanity one day.

You found the extra package of gauze and bandages in your medicine cabinet, the ones you had forgotten to grab when he'd come stumbling into your bedroom. You weren't sure why you hadn't forced him onto the kitchen counter like usual, but that was a worry for another time.

He was still there waiting for you. Your gloved hands were bloody and there was a pile of tissues on the ground that you would have to clean up later. You returned to your space between his legs and felt his heavy gaze on you as you pressed gauze to his shoulder and began to wrap his arm back up.

"Yn, I'm sorry."

You pressed your lips together, finishing off the wrap with a small pat on the side of his arm. "You're good to go," you said, "now leave so I can clean up."

You were snapping off your gloves when you heard him get up and approach you. "Yn."

"Don't wanna hear it." You kind of did want to hear it, but that wasn't the point. The point was that you needed to stand your ground and ensure he wasn't about to come running back to you every single time he fucked up.

Hands on your shoulders. The world spun for a quick second. He pressed you up against the bathroom door with the gloves dangling from your fingers and your dignity just two seconds away from dropping. You could see the gleam of sweat on his brow, how deep his dimples dipped into his cheeks; you could smell his musk and the blood, the latter having been slightly muffled now that the wound was closed up, but there was still the matter of all the other blood-stained surfaces.

"If this is another thing to get me in bed with you, then you can forget about it," you said. It happened twice before; you really couldn't do it a third time.

"Can you just listen to me for once?"

"Ah, so just like all the times you listened to me?"

Changmin fixed you with a look. "Has it ever fucking occurred to you that I keep getting hurt so I have an excuse to come see you again?"

Your breath hitched. No, that had certainly not occurred to you. But why would he deliberately get hurt all the time just to see you? Could he not just… see you? Then again, you probably would have still been skeptical of his motives—

"No matter how hard I get hit, Yn; no matter how hard you pinch me with your fucking needle—"

"Why?" You asked. Though the word was soft, it was enough to cut through.

He blinked, his good arm bracing against the door behind you. "Isn't it obvious? I like your stupid face."

Your heart slammed against your ribcage. You could hear it thundering in your ears, the battering of a drum. "You're insane," you swallowed.

"Insane about you." He let out something akin to a laugh, head ducking, but you could see the imprint of dimples in his cheeks. "Isn't that crazy? I'm doing all of this shit because I didn't have the balls to just tell you from the get go."

Changmin dropped his hand to your face, the rough pads of his fingers finding your chin again. His eyes met yours and you could see the softness of the corners, the tenderness of his irises as he looked at you. Perhaps the fire you always saw sparked in them were there for a reason different from what you assumed.

"You're not gonna say anything?" He murmured with a swallow. "Not gonna give me a piece of that spitfire mind this time?" Had he read the signs wrong?

"Why would you go and get yourself beat up just to see me?" That was all you were able to get out of your mouth.

He licked his lips. "'Cause I—I don't know. I'm stupid. Wanted an excuse for you to touch me."

"Glad we can agree on something," you said. "But I like your stupid face, too."

And it was the lack of space that coaxed you into pressing your lips against his. Or maybe it was the coat of saliva over them that made them look so appetizing. Or maybe, more simply, this was long overdue. Twice you had fallen into bed with the boxer, and yet, you couldn't count the number of times you'd shared a kiss with him, shared the same air as him.

You were careful about his injured shoulder, the corresponding arm draping around your waist while the other still clutched your chin, but now cupped your cheek.

A moan slipped out of you as he swiped his tongue over your lip and into your mouth. Your back pressed flush against the door, your body shoved between it and Changmin.

"Wanna taste you," he husked between kisses, taking every breath from your lungs like a souvenir for him to keep. "I have to taste you—been craving you for weeks."

His words curled something sweet in your belly, but you had to protest. "Your shoulder—"

"Fuck my shoulder."

You shoved him off for a second, the both of you heaving for oxygen with pupils dark and dilated. "What do you mean 'fuck my shoulder?' I just fixed the stitches, Changmin."

He exhaled and carded a hand through his hair, taking one of your hands pressed to his chest into his. "Then sit on my face. I don't have to be on top this time."

"You're impossible."

"Not impossible," he shook his head, a smile working its way onto his face.

You sighed as he kissed you again.

That was how you ended up backing him up against the edge of your bed and pushing him down to take a seat. He grabbed your waist with his hands as you stood between his legs, lips molded into yours. You placed your palm on his chest to coax him backwards.

You climbed over him, letting yourself straddle his waist.

His fingers slid down the front of your body to cup you through the fabric of your shorts. "You wet for me?" He muttered.

"Bone fucking dry," you quipped.

His fingers slipped beneath the waistband and you felt him smirk. "Liar."

He found the wet spot in your panties, dragging his fingers in lazy circles like he was collecting your arousal as proof. You made a soft noise against his mouth and subtly grinded yourself into his digits.

"Okay, get your cute butt up here," he said and abruptly removed his fingers from you, giving your ass an affectionate pat.

You sat down on the bed beside him to kick your shorts and panties off. "You're so demanding," you grumbled, but straddled him again and slowly inched yourself up.

He grabbed your hips and hauled you over his face for you, a squeak falling out of your mouth. "You were going too slow," he said to you with his voice slightly muffled.

"And I haven't done this before." You let out a shuddering breath, bracing your palms on the bed above his head. His breath on your wet lower lips made you grasp at his hair.

"Baby's a little shy?" He cooed, massaging your hip with his hand. "Oh, fuck me. Sit, Yn."

"I'm literally—oh."

The flat of his tongue pressed against your pussy and licked a generous stripe up your opening.

You swore and grinded yourself down onto his mouth. "Are you—" you gasped, his lips suckling your clit, "—can you even breathe?"

"Why would I wanna breathe? I'm doing just fine," Changmin replied in a heavy daze. You heard him inhale deeply and moan. The sound itself was enough to make your thighs shake around his head.

He prodded your opening with his tongue, fingers digging into the globes of your ass like he was holding a bowl and drinking from it. Tongue fucking you open, his nose bumped against your clit with the movement. That telltale tension slowly built and curled in your belly, a warm coil of something molten.

You weren't sure how he was even curling his tongue so far up into you, but you grappled his strands of hair like reigns and rode him. The pleasure mounting in you was sweet and you were growing desperate—you writhed on top of him, his name engraving itself in your mouth.

"Changmin," you gasped in your frantic chase for release.

His reply was a strong hand anchoring you to his mouth, encouraging you to use him for your own pleasure.

When that high came, you cried out, body staggering forward. His hands still chained you to him as he slurped your slick up. The sound was obscene, and seemed to echo in the walls of your bedroom. Your thighs convulsed from the extra stimulation.

You huffed, brain muddled. "Fucking hell," you said through labored breaths, gently lowering yourself onto the bed next to him when he loosened his grip.

The sight of his face was nearly enough to make you come again. His skin glistened with your come, eyes glazed over and dark as he looked at you with his head lolled to the side. His lips were pink and plump, and his tongue darted out to swipe over them as if he were catching any residual fluid.

"You doing okay over there, Min?" You asked, leaning over to brush his bangs from his forehead.

"Yeah, I'm—" he let out a laugh and his mouth curled into a smile, "—I'm fantastic."

You laughed, hanging your head.

"I've always wanted to do that," he admitted.

"Yeah?"

"Even better than I thought, to be honest."

Your skin heated at his words, and his warm chuckle following sent a jolt down to your core. He reached over with his good arm to thumb your chin up. "I meant what I said, by the way."

"That you're stupid?"

He rolled his eyes, and shook your head with his hand. "No—that I'm crazy about you."

There went your heart again. The organ in your chest never failed to skip every other beat when it came to him. He just had a way of making you trip in the best way possible.

You squeezed your thighs together, his eyes darting at the movement. "Wish you would have just told me sooner."

"I should've," he agreed. "But let me make it up to you now."

You crawled over him and lowered your lips over his; you could still taste yourself on his tongue. "Not with this injured shoulder, you're not."

He groaned in protest, reaching around your body to pinch your side. "Damn."

"But," you drawled while sliding your hand down the length of his body and cupping his cock through his jeans.

His hand grabbed at your thigh as he moaned into your mouth.

"That doesn't mean I can't do anything for you."

a/n: imagine the image in the banner is how he looks post-this-fic

tbz m.list

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boneyhighrise · 5 years

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🎱 – tie-up/bind + 🌮 – grind against (but reversed lol)

IM READY FOR TUNGL TO TAKE ME OUT FOR THISIM NOT SORRY OR EMBARASSED I TOLD YA’LL IM A SIN BEACON

“SO... WE’RE DOING THIS, HM?”

“Yeah...Unless you don’t want to...”

He stares down at her. She’s so... Odd. One moment, the pair had been talking about a murdered target, the next, she’d propositioned him to come back to her place. She was so odd. Since he’d met her, she’d said a lot of weird stuff, but lately it had gotten weird but... In more of a good way.

“NO, I STILL WANT TO. YOU’RE QUITE THE...ODD GIRL, AREN’T YOU, ZOZ?”

She offers a sheepish smile. It was an oddly charming smile.

“You saw me rip a guys arm off earlier... Just for fun... You’re just now thinking about how odd I am...?”

He bristles slightly. She’d shown no remorse at that action. She’d even taken a damn bite of the arm. Odd was an understatement.

The pair arrived at the apartment. She led him downstairs into the basement, where she had the only apartment. She peeked in her room first. checking for Pet. Luckily, the kid had become taken with some of the other kids in the higher floors, so he wasn’t in.

“We’re alone...”

“I’D HOPE WE’D BE ALONE. YOU HAVE A ROOMMATE?”

“Heh... Yeah...But he’s not here so he doesn’t matter...”

She grabs his hand, very suddenly. The forwardness of the act, especially with a figure as imposing as Cujo... It’s brave. Gutsy. The apartment she pulls him into is pretty barren. It has a mostly empty bookshelf, a table with some chairs, a large mattress... Otherwise, it’s sparse.

“SO...”

“So...”

She kicks the door shut behind them, and the pair stares at each other. She’s considerably shorter than he is. Now that they’re alone, he feels much more inclined to kiss her. He’d done it before, following some team-ups... Seeing her act so violently earlier, it was thrilling. He’s lost in thought for a moment but she shakes him from it.

“Are you... Going to kiss me? Or do you just want to get to it..?”

He chuckles. Yes, she was odd, but her directness was charming.

“OF COURSE....” In a quick move, he lifts her so that he can kiss her properly. “I DO WANT TO KISS YOU...”

“Then kiss me, Cujo...”

He does. Her legs wrap around his body lazily, her arms drape around his shoulders, her teeth and jaw clinking against his as they kiss. After a few seconds, their vigor increases. Tongues form and explore each other, carefully at first before slight desperation set in. He sets her down, reaching to take off his jacket. She reaches too, taking his belt out of his pants very quickly. IT snaps a little whe nit’s removed.

“SO EAGER...”

“Fuck yeah, man...” She chuckles, “Now get back down here and kiss me again.”

He raises his eyebrows. Bossy. He shrugs and does as he’s told, kneeling to kiss her. She’s still got his belt in her hands as she kisses him back. After a few more moments, she gives him a shove, stronger than he could anticipate. He flops back on her bed.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

This was... Unprecedented. He was ready to lay her down and go to town. Zoz appeared to have some other plans. She snaps the belt in her hands as she steps up to the bed.

“WHAT ARE-”

A finger comes up against his teeth, silencing him. He’s halfway to getting back up, but he’s stilled entirely. Her eyes are baring into him, dead and completely alive at the same time. Her tongue, a sickly, electric green, flits out.

“Weren’t you listening to what I said? I said..” She pushes him back. She’s so strong, it’s honestly shocking how easily she pushes him back. He finds himself up against the back of the bed, which despite not being on a frame, there’s a headboard. “I said...” He grabs his hand and forces it up above his head, holding it to the frame. “That I wanted to fuck your brains out...Right...?” She grabs his other hand too and joins it with the first, binding the two to the bed post with his belt. He;d protest, but he’s so surprised by how commanding she was, by being so simply straight forward. After a moment, his hands are securely bound with his belt above his head. “I’m gonna do what I said... I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”

He gulps. She stands over his body and slowly, takes off her clothes. She starts with her shirt, exposing slightly discolored bones. She tosses it aside before she quickly steps out of her pants. She stands over his body, stark naked and staring down at him with a similar hunger she stared at targets.

“SH..SHIT...”

Just watching her has got him riled up. His pants feel tight. He squirms a little, hoping for a little relief.

“You’re turned on right now...” She grins, reaching down to idly brush her hands on her pelvis. He watches her, humming a little. “I can see...”

“YOU LOOK...GOOD..”

“Thanks...”

She goes down, straddling his waist. He inhales sharply. Her bones are still cold to the touch. Her hand reaches down to palm at the growing stiffness in his pants. He looks straight up at the ceiling. Oh, she was.. Doing something, alright The forwardness of her actions were always surprising him. From the first time she kissed him, hell from when they met- She was always surprising him.

“Big... You’re pretty big all over, huh?”

He stares at her, his jaw hanging down a little. She leans in and gives him a small kiss while her hand works to open the front of his pants. Once they;re open it’s kinda hard to keep what they’re containing back.

“Heh...” She licks her teeth. Her tongue darts out and gets his too. “I want to see... How this feels...”

Slowly, she settles her pelvis over his, settling herself over the glowing red magical construct. He groans, his body rolling involuntarily against the sudden pressure.

“A-AH..”

“Ohhh... That feels pretty good, huh...?” She tilts her head to the side, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders and she slowly grinded her pelvis down on him. “Heh... Skinny tells me all sorts of stuff... Like how it feels good to do this-” She swivels her hips back and forth before she returns to her usual, slow, deliberate thrusting. “I never thought... It’d be this good...”

She quickens her pace, using her free hands to pull up his shirt so she can get at his bones.

“You’re so strong... Powerful... It’s part of why I like you...” She grins as her head ducks down to kiss and nibble at his ribs and collarbones. She notes that there are several cracks and fissures in his bones. She gives a particularly bad one a curious nibble.

“FUCK-”

She peeks up at him, wondering if she had to apologize.

“Yes...?”

“TH-THAT...FELT..”

“Good...” She asks before ducking down to do it again, and then a third time. Her huffs and groans at each one, his hips bucking up slightly against her.

“Y...YEAH...”

She chuckles and keeps up her assault. After a few more moves against the hips and few more bites, he’s starting to get a little noisy, huffing quietly. He’s grinding back against her hips, quietly mumbling, groaning and moaning as Zoz bit at him and rode him for what he’s worth.

This goes on for some time. It’s clear, she’s interesting in really gearing him up. After what feels like an eternity of grinding and biting, she moves off him, only to yank his pants down to about his ankles. She climbs back on top of him, and he can feel the wet feeling of her magic on her pelvis. She was matching him, ecto-bodypart to ecto-bodypart.

“Are you ready, Cujo?”

“YES... MIA NOTTE ROSA...”

She leans back a little, tilting her head.

“...What?” He turns scarlet. The loving nickname- it just slipped out. “What’s,, That mean..?”

“ER-”

Considering she was halfway on his member, he’s got no way out.

“IT.. IT MEANS... MY NIGHT ROSE...”

For the first time, she blushes. It’s a similar, sickly green as her magic. Her expression, once so cocky, falters for a moment.

“O...Oh...”

They stare at each other. After nearly an hour of teasing, this seemed like an odd time to have a romantic moment. She isn’t sure what to say, she she leans in and kisses him again. She shifts her body too, so that he’s effectively inside her.

“...Call me that again...”

He gulps. Sure she was softer for the moment, but she was still commanding him. Before he can respond she speaks again,

“Do you want me to fuck you, Cujo..?”

He gulps harder and nods.

“Y...YES, MIA NOTTE ROSA...” She smiles. She rather likes the sound of that.

“Good...Good boy...” She guides his mouth back to hers to kiss again, this time allowing her body to move too. She grinds against his body, thrusting her pelvis against his, varying in speed and vigor. She doesn’t seem to have a limit for this, but after awhile his tone changes, his voice heightens- He’s close.

“F...FASTER-”

She obliges. She was in charge, she could have said no- But she wanted it too. Zoz didn’t feel much these days, she didn’t feel much of anything. But right now? She felt something- Something incredibly good, and it begged her to speed up, to break his voice and make him call out.

When he finally reaches climax, they pair crush their skulls together, locking together as he writhes beneath her, and she rides it out for all she can. The bed, the walls, the whole place seems to shake. As they slow, Zoz reaches up, fumbling a little for the belt. She undoes it, and his arms flop down, immediately coming to rest around her small frame, holding him to her. All he can do is stare the the ceiling for awhile. This was new. It was rare that he could be.. Commanded like that. But it definitely wasn’t bad.

“I liked that a lot...” She mumbles, fingers tracing over his bones.” “More than i thought I would... I read that the first time is supposed to suck...”

He nearly dislodges her from her place on his chest when he sits up a little.

“...THAT WAS. YOUR FIRST TIME?”

His voice was a little louder than he would have liked. He was just surprised is all. She peers up at him, eyesockets lidded.

“...Yeah.. Why?”

He stares at her, looking for some sign of a joke or tease, but nope, she seems entirely serious.

“...SHIT, ZOZ...”

And he kisses her again, exhausted but satisfied.

“Rest up a little...” she mumbles when she ducks again to nibble again at his ribs. “I’d like to see if i can... Get my second time in too...”

#suggestive #mature #not safe for tumblr #spicy shit right here #sicariio

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