{o37} | initiation: retake
initiation: retake.
nc-17; yoomin (yoochun x changmin); smut(dirteh talk, gun play)
yoochun is the boss of a gang, and changmin wants to join said gang.
will be locked in twenty four hours.
yes, i've made another version of this fic. why? i have no clue, but i think i prefer the original version more than this. for xiahwase and melchunology, who both loved the original version of this(:
original
yoochun sighed softly as he walked into his office, security surrounding the doors and leaving him to look over the file of one their newest hopefuls. 'shim changmin. . .hm. age. twenty two. height. one hundred eight six cm. hmm. . .interesting.' he leaned back in his chair and looked over the others records, people knew who this shim changmin was and it seemed that the other male was almost as powerful as he was, his ability to scare almost anyone and anything with just a look. it intrigued him and he smirked slightly. 'let's see how much he can handle.'
yoochun stands up and grabs his suit jacket before sliding it on, effectively shielding the gun tucked in his pants from view. he opens the office door and slowly makes his way out the door, those bodyguards from earlier following him towards the awaiting limo. he gets inside the plush limo and is driven to an abandon warehouse. he fixes his tie slightly and slowly saunters into the building, the sight greeting him only making him smirk in return. 'as expected. . .he is as strong as they say.' he takes a seat towards the corner of the building just as another one of his subordinates is sent flying backwards, blood pouring down the sides of his mouth and an angry male stalking towards him. the subordinate quickly gets up, taking a swing at the tall male, who easily dodges the attack before sending an attack of his own.
yoochun's cock is responding to everything he sees, the fact that changmin's easily taking down these men such a complete turn on yoochun. yoochun's pants tighten as changmin throws punch after punch, the subordinate's face covering in blood from the force of changmin's punches. a crack fills the air and yoochun swears he could cum on the spot, maybe a nose got broken. . .probably. deciding to stop the fight from going on any longer as the subordinate falls to the floor with a thud, yoochun stands up and elegantly walks towards the center of the area. he snaps his fingers and the room is immediately cleared of everyone.
"you put on quite a show, mr. shim," yoochun says eloquently, slowly stepping in front of the taller male.
"shut up. yoochun-ssi," the snarky reply makes him chuckle.
"make me. although i must warn you. . .i'm not like those you've just taken down."
no other words are necessary as punches are thrown, changmin giving exactly back what yoochun gives him. to say that yoochun was pleased would be an understatement. punches are thrown on both ends and both males are sent flying backwards. yoochun isn't the leader of the daegu kkangpae for no reason, he's used to this and he's quick to get back on his feet. wiping the blood from his mouth, yoochun quickly dashes towards changmin and smirks, gun drawn and pointing at point blank range.
"as i stated previously, you've put on quite a show. but your efforts are not enough," yoochun manages to get out before changmin makes a move to lunge towards him but he cocks the hammer, stopping him efficiently "what's the matter, changmin-ssi? the sight of a .44 magnum revolver made you freeze on the spot. does it scare you? scare you to be held at point blank range?"
"shut the fuck up."
"you are in no position to be making orders," yoochun growls out smugly, before sliding the gun under changmin's chin and titling his head to face him "stand up."
surprisingly, changmin follows his order, but yoochun can sense the reluctance in the other's form. once the other is fully standing, yoochun pulls him into a rough kiss, tongues and teeth clashing immediately followed by moans. changmin pushes him away and he can tell that the smug look on his face is irritating the other. yoochun expects changmin to send something snarky his way, but is instead met with a a fist to the face. shaking his head, yoochun pistol whips the other male and effectively stops him from doing anything else stupid.
pointing the gun once again back at changmin, yoochun pulls the trigger and chuckles when changmin shivers before bending down and leaning close to the other's ear, "the barrel is empty."
yoochun laughs deeply at the growl changmin lets out before kissing changmin again. changmin struggles against him and bites his tongue, forcing him to pull away.
"you know what? fuck being nice," yoochun says darkly, pulling changmin up by the hair and pushing him against the wall.
yoochun slides the gun back in his pants just as he slides a foot in between changmin's legs. changmin lets out a tiny whimper and yoochun takes this as a chance to kiss the taller again, his leg rubbing against the growing erection. yoochun moves away from changmin's swollen lips and leans down to bite down on the tanned neck, changmin tensing under his ministrations. a hand slides into his pants and pauses, changmin's hand beginning to stroke yoochun's cock from it's half hard state to it's full potential.
"fuck. . .changmin," yoochun groans out despite himself, but he couldn't be fucked to be embarrassed as changmin thumbed his slit, dull nails scraping his tip and causing pre-cum to leak out.
yoochun buries his face in the crook of changmin's neck and nibbles the skin there, groans of pleasure escaping him. the hand in his pants moves faster and before long, yoochun's succumbing to the pleasure and cumming harshly in changmin's hand. with hooded eyes, he watches as changmin's hand slides out of his pants and towards those swollen lips, pink tongue peeking out and lapping up all the opaque liquid. yoochun can't help but get hard again, his mouth latching back onto changmin's and tasting himself on the other's tongue as he rips changmin's shirt off.
yoochun licks his way down changmin's taut body, smiling slightly as he feels the muscles tense and relax from his actions. quickly working changmin's underwear and boxers off, yoochun wraps a hand around the base of changmin's cock and slowly stroking as he placed butterfly kisses on changmin's inner thighs. hands tangle in his hair and finally lets his tongue swirl around the tip of the length in his hand, the taste of the salty liquid awaken his taste buds and making him want more. relaxing his throat, yoochun swallows changmin whole, his nose touching changmin's stomach.
"y-yoochun-ssi. . .mmm~" changmin moans out at yoochun's mouth works around him, giving him some of the best head he's sure he'll ever receive.
yoochun hums around the length in his mouth, obscene noises filling the air. slowly he lets a finger breach changmin, stretching the other for what was to come.
"yoochun.yoochun.yoochun.yoochun." who knew that such a masculine man could produce moans that could make yoochun nearly on come on the spot.
two more fingers join the first one and yoochun has changmin placing a leg on his shoulder, arching, and tensing. yoochun slides his fingers out and chuckles at the whimper of disapproval, the vibration from his laughter making changmin leak even more, the taste becoming so addicting. continuing to distract changmin with his mouth, yoochun reaches a hand behind him and grabs his gun. with one thrust, he slides the gun into changmin and bites back a smirk when changmin throws his head back. sliding the gun out, he thrusts it back in slowly, making changmin feel every inch of the cool metal as it slides into him. changmin's muscles tense and his breathing becomes more shallow and labored, but yoochun stops everything; the blow job, the gun play, everything stops. whimpers of disapproval falls from changmin's lips as the gun is slid out of him and yoochun's body heat leaves him before his turned around.
"y-yoochun. . .f-fuck me~" changmin begs shamelessly.
"so shameless and needy. . ."
"p-please. just f-fuck me. . .i need you filling me, stretching more than any gun or any amount of fingers can stretch me. i need you pounding into me, making me beg and scream until my throat is sore. oh god. . .please show me why my place is always under you."
"good boy. . ." hardly giving changmin any time to respond, yoochun buries himself to the hilt groaning as changmin screamed.
yoochun isn't completely sadistic and stalls any movement, waiting until changmin is ready.
"m-move it, bitch," changmin says weakly, the words coming out like a beg more so than a command and yoochun wastes no time giving the other what he wants.
the first harsh thrust has changmin screaming and yoochun biting changmin's neck to muffle his groan. the second thrust has changmin grinding back to meet yoochun's thrust into him. the third thrust has changmin spreading his legs even more and yoochun is pounding deeper into him. the fourth thrust has yoochun finding changmin's prostate and abusing it, changmin's head is thrown back and a scream of yoochun's name leaves his lips. it's then everything snaps, the pace becoming rougher and faster, forcing changmin to claw at the wall for leverage before sticking to digging his nails into yoochun's thighs. changmin's voice had long ago gone hoarse and as yoochun continued to fuck him, he let out hoarse cries; his cock rubbing against the cold wall. the friction from the front combined with yoochun's powerful thrusts are way more than he can handle and soon changmin's cumming harshly on the wall in front of him, a scream of yoochun's name leaving his swollen lips. yoochun cums moments later, the impossible clenching of changmin's ass around his cock milking him for all he's worth.
panting harshly, yoochun and changmin share a deep kiss as yoochun's cock slowly slides out of changmin. turning to face yoochun, changmin smiles his boyish smile.
"so. . .am i qualified?"
"yeah. . .yeah, you're good. welcome to the kkangpae."
"good. . .oh and by the yoochunnie. . ."
"mn."
"you followed every single one of my orders. . .i believe that makes you my bitch."
nc-17; yoomin (yoochun x changmin); smut(dirteh talk, gun play)
yoochun is the boss of a gang, and changmin wants to join said gang.
will be locked in twenty four hours.
yes, i've made another version of this fic. why? i have no clue, but i think i prefer the original version more than this. for xiahwase and melchunology, who both loved the original version of this(:
original
yoochun sighed softly as he walked into his office, security surrounding the doors and leaving him to look over the file of one their newest hopefuls. 'shim changmin. . .hm. age. twenty two. height. one hundred eight six cm. hmm. . .interesting.' he leaned back in his chair and looked over the others records, people knew who this shim changmin was and it seemed that the other male was almost as powerful as he was, his ability to scare almost anyone and anything with just a look. it intrigued him and he smirked slightly. 'let's see how much he can handle.'
yoochun stands up and grabs his suit jacket before sliding it on, effectively shielding the gun tucked in his pants from view. he opens the office door and slowly makes his way out the door, those bodyguards from earlier following him towards the awaiting limo. he gets inside the plush limo and is driven to an abandon warehouse. he fixes his tie slightly and slowly saunters into the building, the sight greeting him only making him smirk in return. 'as expected. . .he is as strong as they say.' he takes a seat towards the corner of the building just as another one of his subordinates is sent flying backwards, blood pouring down the sides of his mouth and an angry male stalking towards him. the subordinate quickly gets up, taking a swing at the tall male, who easily dodges the attack before sending an attack of his own.
yoochun's cock is responding to everything he sees, the fact that changmin's easily taking down these men such a complete turn on yoochun. yoochun's pants tighten as changmin throws punch after punch, the subordinate's face covering in blood from the force of changmin's punches. a crack fills the air and yoochun swears he could cum on the spot, maybe a nose got broken. . .probably. deciding to stop the fight from going on any longer as the subordinate falls to the floor with a thud, yoochun stands up and elegantly walks towards the center of the area. he snaps his fingers and the room is immediately cleared of everyone.
"you put on quite a show, mr. shim," yoochun says eloquently, slowly stepping in front of the taller male.
"shut up. yoochun-ssi," the snarky reply makes him chuckle.
"make me. although i must warn you. . .i'm not like those you've just taken down."
no other words are necessary as punches are thrown, changmin giving exactly back what yoochun gives him. to say that yoochun was pleased would be an understatement. punches are thrown on both ends and both males are sent flying backwards. yoochun isn't the leader of the daegu kkangpae for no reason, he's used to this and he's quick to get back on his feet. wiping the blood from his mouth, yoochun quickly dashes towards changmin and smirks, gun drawn and pointing at point blank range.
"as i stated previously, you've put on quite a show. but your efforts are not enough," yoochun manages to get out before changmin makes a move to lunge towards him but he cocks the hammer, stopping him efficiently "what's the matter, changmin-ssi? the sight of a .44 magnum revolver made you freeze on the spot. does it scare you? scare you to be held at point blank range?"
"shut the fuck up."
"you are in no position to be making orders," yoochun growls out smugly, before sliding the gun under changmin's chin and titling his head to face him "stand up."
surprisingly, changmin follows his order, but yoochun can sense the reluctance in the other's form. once the other is fully standing, yoochun pulls him into a rough kiss, tongues and teeth clashing immediately followed by moans. changmin pushes him away and he can tell that the smug look on his face is irritating the other. yoochun expects changmin to send something snarky his way, but is instead met with a a fist to the face. shaking his head, yoochun pistol whips the other male and effectively stops him from doing anything else stupid.
pointing the gun once again back at changmin, yoochun pulls the trigger and chuckles when changmin shivers before bending down and leaning close to the other's ear, "the barrel is empty."
yoochun laughs deeply at the growl changmin lets out before kissing changmin again. changmin struggles against him and bites his tongue, forcing him to pull away.
"you know what? fuck being nice," yoochun says darkly, pulling changmin up by the hair and pushing him against the wall.
yoochun slides the gun back in his pants just as he slides a foot in between changmin's legs. changmin lets out a tiny whimper and yoochun takes this as a chance to kiss the taller again, his leg rubbing against the growing erection. yoochun moves away from changmin's swollen lips and leans down to bite down on the tanned neck, changmin tensing under his ministrations. a hand slides into his pants and pauses, changmin's hand beginning to stroke yoochun's cock from it's half hard state to it's full potential.
"fuck. . .changmin," yoochun groans out despite himself, but he couldn't be fucked to be embarrassed as changmin thumbed his slit, dull nails scraping his tip and causing pre-cum to leak out.
yoochun buries his face in the crook of changmin's neck and nibbles the skin there, groans of pleasure escaping him. the hand in his pants moves faster and before long, yoochun's succumbing to the pleasure and cumming harshly in changmin's hand. with hooded eyes, he watches as changmin's hand slides out of his pants and towards those swollen lips, pink tongue peeking out and lapping up all the opaque liquid. yoochun can't help but get hard again, his mouth latching back onto changmin's and tasting himself on the other's tongue as he rips changmin's shirt off.
yoochun licks his way down changmin's taut body, smiling slightly as he feels the muscles tense and relax from his actions. quickly working changmin's underwear and boxers off, yoochun wraps a hand around the base of changmin's cock and slowly stroking as he placed butterfly kisses on changmin's inner thighs. hands tangle in his hair and finally lets his tongue swirl around the tip of the length in his hand, the taste of the salty liquid awaken his taste buds and making him want more. relaxing his throat, yoochun swallows changmin whole, his nose touching changmin's stomach.
"y-yoochun-ssi. . .mmm~" changmin moans out at yoochun's mouth works around him, giving him some of the best head he's sure he'll ever receive.
yoochun hums around the length in his mouth, obscene noises filling the air. slowly he lets a finger breach changmin, stretching the other for what was to come.
"yoochun.yoochun.yoochun.yoochun." who knew that such a masculine man could produce moans that could make yoochun nearly on come on the spot.
two more fingers join the first one and yoochun has changmin placing a leg on his shoulder, arching, and tensing. yoochun slides his fingers out and chuckles at the whimper of disapproval, the vibration from his laughter making changmin leak even more, the taste becoming so addicting. continuing to distract changmin with his mouth, yoochun reaches a hand behind him and grabs his gun. with one thrust, he slides the gun into changmin and bites back a smirk when changmin throws his head back. sliding the gun out, he thrusts it back in slowly, making changmin feel every inch of the cool metal as it slides into him. changmin's muscles tense and his breathing becomes more shallow and labored, but yoochun stops everything; the blow job, the gun play, everything stops. whimpers of disapproval falls from changmin's lips as the gun is slid out of him and yoochun's body heat leaves him before his turned around.
"y-yoochun. . .f-fuck me~" changmin begs shamelessly.
"so shameless and needy. . ."
"p-please. just f-fuck me. . .i need you filling me, stretching more than any gun or any amount of fingers can stretch me. i need you pounding into me, making me beg and scream until my throat is sore. oh god. . .please show me why my place is always under you."
"good boy. . ." hardly giving changmin any time to respond, yoochun buries himself to the hilt groaning as changmin screamed.
yoochun isn't completely sadistic and stalls any movement, waiting until changmin is ready.
"m-move it, bitch," changmin says weakly, the words coming out like a beg more so than a command and yoochun wastes no time giving the other what he wants.
the first harsh thrust has changmin screaming and yoochun biting changmin's neck to muffle his groan. the second thrust has changmin grinding back to meet yoochun's thrust into him. the third thrust has changmin spreading his legs even more and yoochun is pounding deeper into him. the fourth thrust has yoochun finding changmin's prostate and abusing it, changmin's head is thrown back and a scream of yoochun's name leaves his lips. it's then everything snaps, the pace becoming rougher and faster, forcing changmin to claw at the wall for leverage before sticking to digging his nails into yoochun's thighs. changmin's voice had long ago gone hoarse and as yoochun continued to fuck him, he let out hoarse cries; his cock rubbing against the cold wall. the friction from the front combined with yoochun's powerful thrusts are way more than he can handle and soon changmin's cumming harshly on the wall in front of him, a scream of yoochun's name leaving his swollen lips. yoochun cums moments later, the impossible clenching of changmin's ass around his cock milking him for all he's worth.
panting harshly, yoochun and changmin share a deep kiss as yoochun's cock slowly slides out of changmin. turning to face yoochun, changmin smiles his boyish smile.
"so. . .am i qualified?"
"yeah. . .yeah, you're good. welcome to the kkangpae."
"good. . .oh and by the yoochunnie. . ."
"mn."
"you followed every single one of my orders. . .i believe that makes you my bitch."