Esculent 1/1
title: Esculent
part: 1/1
pairing: Changmin-centric (Changmin/Other)
rating: NC-17
genre: flangst, smut
warnings: mature themes including: both heterosexual and homosexual sex, somewhat dark tones
summary: Five encounters that led Changmin from childhood to adulthood.
i.
His first kiss was all kinds of awkward. The pushing of her tongue invaded his mind, wet and messy, and he didn't know what he was supposed to do with himself except move forward. He wondered if this is how all kisses were - warm from drool, with fast-paced exploration and too much that made him dizzy. Her tongue swiped over his own, around the inside of his cheeks, and circled over his teeth.
He couldn't breathe. She stole his breath while her long, elegant fingers hooking over the clasps of his jacket and pulling him closer. It was frantic and hurried-rough-so unlike he had imagined.
He kissed with his eyes open.
ii.
It wasn't like he hadn't watched porn before. He knew it all. The pushing, pulling, probing.
Even so, his first time getting a blowjob wasn't the most spectacular experience he had ever had. Her teeth scraped over his head, her mouth too dry at times and others too wet, her tongue not reaching the places that ached with want. Despite that, it felt good, his toes pressing into the plush carpet and his stomach curling into itself. Bruise marks littered his neck where she bit too hard, spots on his hips where her fingers pressed in too bluntly.
His whole body ached and spasmed as pressure built up in his abdomen; his first orgasm took him by surprise, a quick burst of flames before it seeped into a tired afterglow.
It wasn't quite as spectacular as he had hoped it'd be.
iii.
His next sexual encounter wasn't that much of a step up from the last.
She was a pretty thing, but nameless all the same. Long hair, long legs, and daresay, long breasts. She was tipsy and giggly, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling her face into his neck.
She spread her legs just as easily for him as she had bought him two rounds of hard liquor, guiding his hand in between her legs. Her skin was shaved and baby soft; she smelled like flowers and summer, filling his nostrils with the scent as he licked his teeth, uncertain. She gripped his hair and pushed him forward the second he showed hesitance.
This doesn't taste so bad were his first thoughts as he pressed his tongue inside her. He curled and twitched inside of her, lapping up the dampness and occasionally scraping his teeth across her skin.
It was safe to say her orgasm was much more remarkable than his.
iv.
Sex - his friends bragged about saving their virginity until marriage, being pure for “the one”. His teacher had sat them all down in grade 8 and told them very sternly not to have sex until your honeymoon because it's God gift, your special one and the Lord are the only two that are allowed to take your innocence.
Still, he found himself half-naked with a girl living off her marijuana-induced high. She had immediately pulled off her clothes after locking the door, roaming her hands down his body and giggling every time he even breathed. She spoke words he had only heard in pornos and scraped her nails against areas nobody else had ever touched.
Her hips swayed enticingly as she removed the last material on her body, red lacy panties that she said look much better on the floor than on her. His breath hitched for the first time in years as her hand reached for his erection, cigar stuck between her teeth as she undid the buttons on his jeans.
He understood that sex with someone you loved was supposed to be amazing, with fireworks and warmth and more than enough eye contact. But there was no celebration or excitement for his first time, only anticipating and anxiety as he pushed into her.
She was hot and loose and he realized she had probably spent nights with many other men besides him. But she was tight enough for him not to care at that moment, pulling and lifting and sliding inside of her until he came.
It was the most disappointing orgasm he'd ever had.
v.
It was very odd that a handjob was the last sexual encounter he would experience. He supposed it had always been ignored or skipped over, especially since most of the times he had been with women, they were half-drunk and too incoherent to think of anything but sex.
What was even more strange was the brunette who gave it to him - a male, a boy he had met at a club and ended up in a tucked-in bedroom with - stumbling over the many steps while blush made a permanent way onto his cheeks. Kiss, strip, touch. Joy surged in his chest as he turned his fingers, guiding them over his dick. He taught him how fast to thrust, how tight to hold, and felt a cozy feeling of satisfaction when his hand moved just right down his length.
More words were stuttered and left to hang in the air as a thumb pressed against the slit in his tip, leaking precum and pressing hard against his hand. He leaned forward with a groan, his being throbbing for release.
He came hard and fast, lights exploding behind his eyes and marring his vision, leaving him breathless and dazed. Teeth pressed into his neck, leaving a red stain on his shoulder blade, and he thought that maybe this boy wasn't as innocent as he had first thought.
He woke up alone except for a note on the bed table, Call me with messy numbers underneath.
It was the best orgasm he'd had to date.
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a/n: i'm a huge bottom!changmin advocate, but writing this came surprisingly easy. i have a name and a face in mind for the man changmin spent his time with, but feel free to continue the story in your mind. i may write a sequel, maybe not. we'll see.
i should probably find a beta, lol. i wrote this while listening to tohoshinki's new song, 'still', on repeat for three hours. the studio version just came out today, it's fantastic. yunho's improved so much. i love it.
part: 1/1
pairing: Changmin-centric (Changmin/Other)
rating: NC-17
genre: flangst, smut
warnings: mature themes including: both heterosexual and homosexual sex, somewhat dark tones
summary: Five encounters that led Changmin from childhood to adulthood.
i.
His first kiss was all kinds of awkward. The pushing of her tongue invaded his mind, wet and messy, and he didn't know what he was supposed to do with himself except move forward. He wondered if this is how all kisses were - warm from drool, with fast-paced exploration and too much that made him dizzy. Her tongue swiped over his own, around the inside of his cheeks, and circled over his teeth.
He couldn't breathe. She stole his breath while her long, elegant fingers hooking over the clasps of his jacket and pulling him closer. It was frantic and hurried-rough-so unlike he had imagined.
He kissed with his eyes open.
ii.
It wasn't like he hadn't watched porn before. He knew it all. The pushing, pulling, probing.
Even so, his first time getting a blowjob wasn't the most spectacular experience he had ever had. Her teeth scraped over his head, her mouth too dry at times and others too wet, her tongue not reaching the places that ached with want. Despite that, it felt good, his toes pressing into the plush carpet and his stomach curling into itself. Bruise marks littered his neck where she bit too hard, spots on his hips where her fingers pressed in too bluntly.
His whole body ached and spasmed as pressure built up in his abdomen; his first orgasm took him by surprise, a quick burst of flames before it seeped into a tired afterglow.
It wasn't quite as spectacular as he had hoped it'd be.
iii.
His next sexual encounter wasn't that much of a step up from the last.
She was a pretty thing, but nameless all the same. Long hair, long legs, and daresay, long breasts. She was tipsy and giggly, wrapping her arms around his waist and nuzzling her face into his neck.
She spread her legs just as easily for him as she had bought him two rounds of hard liquor, guiding his hand in between her legs. Her skin was shaved and baby soft; she smelled like flowers and summer, filling his nostrils with the scent as he licked his teeth, uncertain. She gripped his hair and pushed him forward the second he showed hesitance.
This doesn't taste so bad were his first thoughts as he pressed his tongue inside her. He curled and twitched inside of her, lapping up the dampness and occasionally scraping his teeth across her skin.
It was safe to say her orgasm was much more remarkable than his.
iv.
Sex - his friends bragged about saving their virginity until marriage, being pure for “the one”. His teacher had sat them all down in grade 8 and told them very sternly not to have sex until your honeymoon because it's God gift, your special one and the Lord are the only two that are allowed to take your innocence.
Still, he found himself half-naked with a girl living off her marijuana-induced high. She had immediately pulled off her clothes after locking the door, roaming her hands down his body and giggling every time he even breathed. She spoke words he had only heard in pornos and scraped her nails against areas nobody else had ever touched.
Her hips swayed enticingly as she removed the last material on her body, red lacy panties that she said look much better on the floor than on her. His breath hitched for the first time in years as her hand reached for his erection, cigar stuck between her teeth as she undid the buttons on his jeans.
He understood that sex with someone you loved was supposed to be amazing, with fireworks and warmth and more than enough eye contact. But there was no celebration or excitement for his first time, only anticipating and anxiety as he pushed into her.
She was hot and loose and he realized she had probably spent nights with many other men besides him. But she was tight enough for him not to care at that moment, pulling and lifting and sliding inside of her until he came.
It was the most disappointing orgasm he'd ever had.
v.
It was very odd that a handjob was the last sexual encounter he would experience. He supposed it had always been ignored or skipped over, especially since most of the times he had been with women, they were half-drunk and too incoherent to think of anything but sex.
What was even more strange was the brunette who gave it to him - a male, a boy he had met at a club and ended up in a tucked-in bedroom with - stumbling over the many steps while blush made a permanent way onto his cheeks. Kiss, strip, touch. Joy surged in his chest as he turned his fingers, guiding them over his dick. He taught him how fast to thrust, how tight to hold, and felt a cozy feeling of satisfaction when his hand moved just right down his length.
More words were stuttered and left to hang in the air as a thumb pressed against the slit in his tip, leaking precum and pressing hard against his hand. He leaned forward with a groan, his being throbbing for release.
He came hard and fast, lights exploding behind his eyes and marring his vision, leaving him breathless and dazed. Teeth pressed into his neck, leaving a red stain on his shoulder blade, and he thought that maybe this boy wasn't as innocent as he had first thought.
He woke up alone except for a note on the bed table, Call me with messy numbers underneath.
It was the best orgasm he'd had to date.
030212
a/n: i'm a huge bottom!changmin advocate, but writing this came surprisingly easy. i have a name and a face in mind for the man changmin spent his time with, but feel free to continue the story in your mind. i may write a sequel, maybe not. we'll see.
i should probably find a beta, lol. i wrote this while listening to tohoshinki's new song, 'still', on repeat for three hours. the studio version just came out today, it's fantastic. yunho's improved so much. i love it.