[Fic] Compilation - misc

[coley_merrin]

Title: Compilation - misc
Rating: up to NC-17
Pairings: gen, Baekhyun/Lay, Changmin/Xiumin, Sehun/Kai, Baekhyun/Chen, Chanyeol/Kyungsoo, Kai/Lay, Baekhyun/Xiumin, Baekhyun/Suho, Baekhyun/Kai, Sehun/Kyungsoo, Chanyeol/Chen, Suho/Baekhyun/Chen
Warnings: some sex swap, abo, sexual situations

Summary: 19 random pairings and prompts



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Prompt: Can I request fem!baekxing where Baekhyun has a thing for hair pulling and Yixing loves indulges her (but let's be real, she gets something out of it, too)? ^^

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Yixing didn’t know how much pain Baekhyun felt from it. She just knew she didn’t yank too viciously, tugging, wrapping locks sometimes around her fingers and pulling until Baekhyun lost every hint of control. Baekhyun would’ve stopped her if it was too much, but she’d never stopped Yixing yet, only encouraged her. When she nuzzled between Yixing’s thighs, she pushed Yixing’s hands into her hair and when Yixing pulled, Baekhyun moaned against her. Maybe it was control, she didn’t know, but Yixing pulled, and Baekhyun’s tongue flickered faster, and she pulled and Baekhyun was keening against Yixing as she lifted her hips and came for Baekhyun.

Or maybe it was sensation, giving something over, or the roughness.

“Yixing please,” Baekhyun begged, bent over and pleading as Yixing tangled her fingers in Baekhyun’s hair and tugged. Baekhyun’s back arched, her breath coming on panting little moans to the rhythm of Yixing’s twisting fingers. Baekhyun had always been willing to let everything go, but Baekhyun was in a different state of arousal then, bouncing back against Yixing’s hips, and it made Yixing ache, fucking Baekhyun with her favorite toy, pulling Baekhyun’s gorgeous hair, and sliding her fingertips against Baekhyun’s clit. Yixing watched, almost breathless as the writhing got worse, Baekhyun’s moans louder, more desperate, until her whole body quivered as she came.

Yixing knew it wasn’t the last time she’d come before Yixing gave in to her own want. But when she did come, she knew it would be while remembering the sounds of pleasure Baekhyun made, the way she’d made Baekhyun feel.

When Yixing tugged a lock of Baekhyun’s hair in the kitchen, Baekhyun’s breath hitched a little. And Yixing bit her lip and watched Baekhyun and wondered.

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Prompt: Changmin/Xiumin Backstage sex, after a tvxq concert.

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Minseok’s thighs tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed as Changmin sucked around his cock and pulled his pants lower, and lower. They were supposed to be getting ready to go, the staff wrapping up as Changmin had locked them both into the room.

“How long…?” Minseok gasped.

Changmin didn’t even lift his head long enough to speak, merely up three fingers, and then curling them into a circle to indicate that no one would bother them for thirty minutes. He knew he wasn’t going to last that long as Changmin swallowed around him and squirmed a slick finger into him. He didn’t think he was going to last another minute, when Changmin pulled away, standing, turning Minseok to face the wall, to press against it.

“Yes,” he moaned as he felt Changmin’s heat behind him. His pants were at his knees, and he angled his hips, giving a long inaudible groan as Changmin pressed inside of him.

All he had to do was stand there and brace himself from his head bumping against the wall as Changmin’s hips rolled against his. He heard Changmin’s little hisses as he moved and tried to fight his body, heard him caution as Minseok garbled out words as Changmin’s fingers closed around him. Changmin was pressed against him working into him, stroking him, and when Minseok came, his moans were muffled into his elbow, his whole body shuddering from the rock of Changmin’s body against his. Changmin exhaled his pleasure against Minseok’s neck, making his eyes roll back almost and then all he was was sticky and with a mess on the floor.

They ended up in a puddle of limbs on that same floor, and Minseok glanced at the clock. Fifteen minutes, he thought, and tugged Changmin in for a kiss.

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Prompt: Sehun has a thing for Jongin's thighs, and gets Jongin off just by leaving a series if hickies up and down the insides. (from tumblr)‎ Coley

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Jongin’s thighs were sensitive, gorgeous, long, and there were a couple of faint bruises on them from the last time that Sehun had gotten a little too over-zealous. Jongin was all prone, his thighs exposed, and his cock hard and getting harder by the moment as Sehun sealed his lips against Jongin’s skin and began to suck. He liked leaving marks, low, the sensitive ticklish place just above Jongin’s knee, and as high as he could go, sucking against the taut tendon as Jongin’s hips rose up as he tried to rub himself against Sehun’s face. But Jongin kept moaning, his body tensing, relaxing, moving his hips back and forth as Sehun moved between his thighs, high on one, low on the other, working in opposite directions as Jongin’s cock twitched and Sehun’s ache. Each mark was different, soft pink, angry, as small as a fingerprint and as large as his mouth would allow.

Sehun sealed his lips one last time, his fingers rubbing over a mark on Jongin’s other thigh and he knew that Jongin higher sound made Sehun know that he had reached the end of his control. Jongin’s fingers had barely closed around his cock when he came, moaning, hips working frantically as Sehun sucked against his skin. He took Jongin’s hand when Jongin had relaxed, boneless, kissing it clean, gently sucking against his fingers, and crawling up Jongin’s body with the proof of his want marked all over Jongin’s thighs.

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Prompt: Jongin~baozi Jongin~Do Jongin~sehun angry sex, possessive Jongin

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Jongin knew every person that Sehun spoke to that night, every person that he had touched, and he was okay with most of them. Jongin had never been wary of Sehun, not trusting him, asking where he’d been. But apparently Sehun chatting with a guy that Jongin knew he’d fucked before was too much. Jongin had watched him like he was just going to grab the guy and find a corner, going all pinched in the eyes at a hand on Sehun’s arm.

Jongin didn’t say anything there, and the general silence on the way home had spoken louder than his words. And so did the kiss as soon as their shoes were off, the way that Jongin had pulled at his clothes and swallowed his cock. They had no trouble with impromptu sex, and Jongin needed no urging to blow him, but there was an urgency that night, like it was going to get away, an almost punishing urgency as Jongin’s lips left him with a pop without giving Sehun any relief.

Jongin was hard when he got his pants open, and he smacked at Sehun’s hands when he reached to touch, getting himself slick, getting Sehun slick. And his eyes were on Sehun’s when he pressed his cock in, like he’d done a hundred times before.

“Is that good?” Jongin demanded.

His cock was aching and Jongin was halfway inside of him.

“It’s going to be,” he assumed, letting his thighs fall wide because he wanted more. But it wasn’t enough for Jongin, as he tried to find a rhythm, his thoughts still written all over his face. “What? Wondering if it’s as good as it was with him? If I’m wishing he was here instead?”

Jongin’s lip curled, his hips almost stopping.

“You know I don’t like-“

Sehun laughed and Jongin’s face went all funny, like Sehun was laughing at him, and he was, a little. And at himself, too.

“You know I don’t like that guy,” Sehun imitated. “Is that what you’re doing now, showing me why I shouldn’t like him either? What are you waiting for?”

It was an invitation to fuck, to get out of Jongin’s head whatever it was he’d gotten stuck, and Sehun wanted it, wanted Jongin, wanted the ridiculousness to stop. And oh, Jongin didn’t wait. He groaned, the challenge accepted, Sehun’s hips pulled into his, kissing Sehun like he was trying to claim him, fucking him like it was going to tell everyone Sehun was his. Jongin fucked him, fast, groaning, and when Jongin came, he was panting, hips nudging tight against Sehun, face damp, and the desperation gone from it as his eyes opened.

Sehun’s lips curved, finding one of Jongin’s hands and wrapping Jongin’s fingers around his cock.

“You’re better with your hips than he ever was,” Sehun said, giving Jongin something after all of that. And against Jongin’s lips he murmured, “And your cock is bigger.”

Jongin laughed, shuddering, stroking Sehun’s cock until he came, and the little grin as Jongin licked his fingers clean, that was what Sehun expected.

“Jerk,” Sehun said, punching Jongin’s shoulder. And they traded insults, kissing, and dozing until they finally managed to get up to shower. Sometimes feelings had no logic. But as he leaned his head against Jongin’s, sometimes they did.

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Prompt: Baekhyun/Chen abo (the same abo verse from a recent minseok/sehun pairing where they were in a room/club designed for knotting) ~ I looooved that setting!

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Baekhyun wandered, his search idle for an omega, but his senses never off as he averted his eyes from couples getting acquainted in public, from alphas and omegas both showing off moves to try and attract a potential knotting partner. Baekhyun had gotten one of the tiny rooms, not needing a bed or luxury. He just needed a place to bend an omega over and rut, if he found an omega who wanted that, too. Baekhyun caught a whiff of interest, leading him to a few omegas off to the side. And off from them, an omega on his own. An alpha approached that omega, and Baekhyun almost looked away, except that the alpha turned before hardly exchanging a word. Baekhyun watched as a second alpha did the same, and ran his eyes up the omega’s thighs, to the obvious press of an erection against his tight pants. Something about him smelled good to the alphas who approached, but not enough to make them stay. He could smell the interest, and as he got closer, he could smell, too, why the alphas had passed him by: the smell of an alpha’s come on him.

From the reddened lips, Baekhyun guessed he’d made an alpha very happy with his mouth, and as he stared, the omega looked at him, smelling him. There was something vulnerable but also defiant in the way the omega met his eyes, like he was defying Baekhyun to pass him up.

Most alphas that Baekhyun knew liked to scent an omega, but the scent of another alpha was almost a ward that that omega was taken. Maybe he smelled like an alpha, but it was obvious he didn’t feel like he was claimed.

“Is the alpha you smell like coming back?” Baekhyun asked, and the omega’s chin raised, staring Baekhyun straight in the eye.

“No. Apparently he got all that he wanted.”

Maybe with no time for a knotting, but leaving an omega wanting was even worse than jumping an alpha’s territory.

“I’m Baekhyun,” he said, and some of the wariness dropped, since Baekhyun wasn’t moving away, and a spike of arousal, of interest took its place.

“Jongdae,” he was told, and Jongdae licked his lips, eyes skimming Baekhyun’s body. The smell of come wasn’t so strong, really. Jongdae had done his best to wash it down, to wash it off his skin.

Baekhyun reached, his hand sliding through Jongdae’s hair, tugging lightly. He didn’t demand, but invited Jongdae to tilt back his head, to bare his throat, and Jongdae did, shuddering a little as Baekhyun’s lips skimmed his skin.

“I can give you the knot you’re wanting,” Baekhyun promised. “Bend you over a bench, fill you full.”

Jongdae’s moan resonated against him.

His cock felt heavy as he pulled Jongdae with him, fumbling with the keypad to their room. There were lube packets if they were needed, but Jongdae had his pants open before the door was locked behind them, kneeling on the padded base and bending over the prepared bench. There were handles there, for omegas, for alphas, a perfect place to knot with an omega supported, his cock free to be touched. He thought maybe Jongdae would try to kiss, but no, straight to offering himself, wet and eager.

“He shouldn’t have left you like this,” Baekhyun said, criticizing the unknown alpha.

“I want your knot more,” Jongdae said, wiggling his ass and Baekhyun hissed, getting his own pants open, feeling up Jongdae’s hips as he knelt, too. The padding was still good, the bench in good repair, and Baekhyun nudged in, aiming his cock and getting a strangled little moan from Jongdae as he got himself slick and started to press against him. Baekhyun didn’t tease about getting two alphas, because he knew Jongdae had likely arrived wanting only one. And he regretted that he didn’t get to feel Jongdae’s lips around him, but he wasn’t going to make Jongdae think a second alpha was going to play a dirty trick on him.

No, he was going to come and knot Jongdae like Jongdae deserved.

They both moaned when Baekhyun could slide no further, and Jongdae was heated, slick and tight, so obviously desperate that it drove him, bracing his hands beside Jongdae’s ribs and beginning to grind. Jongdae cried out, his moans loud in the tiny room, and Baekhyun wished there were mirrors. He didn’t smell another alpha then, just Jongdae’s arousal and his own, sliding faster until he had to bite his bottom lip to keep some semblance of control as Jongdae tried to lift his hips for more.

The knotting benches gave alphas even more control, omegas stationary and ready for the knotting. But Baekhyun liked them for another reason, leaning over, mouthing at the back of Jongdae’s neck and driving his hips as he groped for Jongdae’s cock. It only made Jongdae tighter as his sounds got louder, and Baekhyun groaned, nudging his swelling cock deeper. Jongdae’s cock was throbbing against his fingers and Baekhyun was desperate, covering Jongdae with his body, thrusting with his hips as the knot grew out of his control.

The orgasm rumbled out of him, his knot secure, his hips jolting with each pulse of come and the need it swept through him. Filing his omega, coming, knotted, claimed. Baekhyun drew in desperate breaths and realized come was dripping from his fingers, Jongdae having come sometime during the knotting, and Baekhyun’s gentle stroke against the stiff cock got him another throaty moan. He licked his lips, humping against Jongdae a little as he kept stroking Jongdae’s cock. Jongdae’s shoulders were shaking, his knuckles white on the handholds, and Jongdae’s moan was desperate as his cock throbbed in Baekhyun’s hand.

“Come on, I know you need it,” Baekhyun told him. “Come on my knot. You’re so full of my come. You’ll smell like me for days, Jongdae. Come on my knot so you feel it.”

Jongdae arched and he came hard, his cock straining, his body almost painfully tight. And it was like his whole body gave in, after that, resting against the bench and quietly moaning. Baekhyun stroked along Jongdae’s ribs, trying to get his breath and his strength back. But he was in no hurry for his knot to soften, not that night.

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Prompt: continuation of the abo chansoo with some praise kink sex please <3

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Chanyeol was sweating, his whole body on edge as Kyungsoo slid his cock into him, slow, steady, pulling almost all the way out before sliding faster in. Repeating, over, over, like he was testing his control. He was testing Chanyeol’s control, as he gripped the sheet instead of reaching for his cock. He’d have come three times over, he was sure, but Kyungsoo was watching him, enjoying him.

“You’re doing so well with your control,” Kyungsoo told him, his voice low and rough, and it sent a star of pleasure tingling through his balls. “You’re testing me, squeezing around me when I pull out. Fuck, I’ve never been in an omega as tight as you.”

Chanyeol’s cock spurted a tiny bit, and he moaned as Kyungsoo pushed the rest of the way into him.

“Gorgeous,” Kyungsoo grunted, his hips stuttering, starting to take on speed. “The way you love being fucked turns me on so much.”

He loved being fucked. He loved wrapping his legs around Kyungsoo and lifting his hips for him and moaning desperately. And Chanyeol was moaning then as Kyungsoo’s fingers wrapped around his cock, holding but not stroking, making his jaw work, his head falling back as Kyungsoo continued fucking him.

“It’s a good thing you’re an omega, or a knot on this monster would split some poor omega in two. Maybe next time you fuck me, I’ll let you make me come. I’ll come on your big, gorgeous cock,” Kyungsoo crooned.

The last time, Chanyeol had been on his back, and Kyungsoo had ridden him, moaning as he slid up and down Chanyeol’s cock. Chanyeol came while Kyungsoo rode, but Kyungsoo kept him hard, riding until his own cock was stiff and the knot had begun to plump. Kyungsoo had slipped off of him, lifting Chanyeol’s hips and sliding deep into him, fucking him desperately for barely a minute before Kyungsoo had moaned and come and knotted him. If Kyungsoo had come before that, though- It’d be like the times that Kyungsoo came in his mouth, and Chanyeol’s cock ached, heavy and thudding against his stomach in Kyungsoo’s hold as Kyungsoo fucked him faster.

“Fuck, your ass is so good. Come on, gorgeous. Come on, gorgeous.”

Chanyeol tensed, his cock sliding in Kyungsoo’s stroking fingers. Kyungsoo enjoyed him. Kyungsoo thought he was- He was-

Chanyeol’s eyes rolled back, convulsing as he came in Kyungsoo’s hand. He came tight around Kyungsoo’s cock, hearing his moans, feeling as Kyungsoo fucked him faster and his knot stretched him full. Kyungsoo never stopped stroking and Chanyeol writhed, gasping as he went tight around the knot, coming as he heard Kyungsoo’s satisfied moan as he came in Chanyeol. Kyungsoo shifted his hips and Chanyeol moaned, and Chanyeol squeezed tight, and Kyungsoo moaned, until they both relaxed, Kyungsoo satisfied as he took in his mate, dripping with come, flushed from the mating.

“Mine,” Kyungsoo said, his thumbs circling on Chanyeol’s hipbones, and Chanyeol nodded, shivering a bit inside at the pride on Kyungsoo’s face.

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Prompt: Prompt: Jongin/Yixing abo verse but where beta Yixing is "training" alpha Jongin for his future omega, but Jongin realizes he'd like to have this experienced beta instead. Thank you :) :) :)

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It wasn’t like there was some telepathy between alphas and omegas. If an alpha was lucky, they found an experience beta, one who knew the ins and outs of mating, of preparing an alpha so that they didn’t mess up one of the most important days of their life.

Jongin found Yixing. He was a referral, one Jongin trusted, even if he showed up at Yixing’s door more nervous than aroused. All he knew when the door opened was that Yixing smelled good, a neutral good almost like the scent of rain or sweet powder mixed. It was soothing, and some of the tension creeped out of his back. And Yixing did not waste time.

“There’s only so much someone can be taught about foreplay, because each omega will need something different. Sometimes just the scent of an alpha’s arousal is enough, Yixing said, tugging his shirt over his head. “But you can count on a few things. The need to be cherished is almost universal, so hugging, kissing, touches, words of affection, any combination of those may help your omega to relax, and help you to be in tune with your omega because of the responses you get. We’ll work on that another day. I like to get one thing out of the way first. The knotting.”

Jongin was preparing to have to prove himself, to try and seduce the beta who’d opened his pants and left them open as he stepped up to Jongin. “Oh.”

“Some alphas think this is the biggest, most important part. In a way, it is, but the lead up to it, how you treat your omega while they are knotted, how you care for them after, is a lot more enduring. Any alpha with a cock can knot someone, but the knot’s worth is something else.”

Jongin was drowning in words, in the absent sort of way that Yixing spoke, his words flowing along. He pushed, and Jongin complied, tugging off his own shirt, glancing at Yixing’s open pants and feeling his cock throb a little as he pulled open his belt and let his pants slide down.

And he inhaled so sharply that he nearly bit his tongue when Yixing squeezed his cock through his underwear.

“What does the knot mean to you?” Yixing asked.

“It-“ How was he supposed to think. “Connection.”

“That’s a good word. Connection between mates. Two people involved, not just an alpha trying to get off in a willing hole. Come on.”

Yixing let him go, left him throbbing, and Jongin slipped out of the rest of his clothes at Yixing’s invitation to, staring at the way that Yixing’s cock moved as he rested back on the bed and planted his feet. Jongin knelt there, waiting, learning, his eyes crossing as Yixing’s fingers slipped around his cock and began to stroke a few times before he paused..

“Each omega is different. Some may get so wet that you have no trouble. Others, they may not get quite wet enough. It may vary even between times. Keep lube around anyway, and that way you know you can be safe to knot your mate at any time without hurting either of you.”

Once Jongin nodded, acknowledging his words, Yixing continued stroking his cock. It made Jongin hiss.

“As a beta, I won’t get wet at all. But it will do you good to be able to practice in case your omega needs extra lubrication. The key is slow and gentle until your mate tells you what feels good.”

Jongin nodded, and Yixing’s hand pulled back, relaxing and letting his thighs widen to give Jongin a path. His cock was half hard against his belly and Jongin half hoped that Yixing would ask him to suck him. But he focused on the lube, on slicking his fingers and not dripping it all over the bed. And as Yixing had said, he went slow, and he pressed in, looking from his fingers to Yixing’s face. Yixing’s lips were curved and he was nodding, letting Jongin know he could continue.

It felt good, Yixing’s little sounds, the surprise of how warm he was, how tight. He was going to be in there, trying not to come too soon, learning how to knot. He understood why he was getting practice, because his poor omega would have been reduced to his fumbling otherwise. His fingers sped up when he heard Yixing’s moans, soothing him, rubbing, exploring.

“You may need to do more, before your omega is ready, but for me, you’ve done really well,” Yixing said. “I’m ready.”

HIs cock throbbed just hearing those words, and it was a challenge. He had to push hard enough to get it, but not too hard, not too fast, feeling Yixing give around him, trying not to just jackhammer his hips to get more of that feeling. Yixing was moaning, lifting his hips like he wanted more, and Jongin felt-

He didn’t know how he felt. Proud. Needy. Like all the control in his body was reduced to something he grasped at, moans leaving him with every revolution of his hips. He should’ve asked how long he was supposed to last, how long he was supposed to take, because he went from desperate to on edge so quickly, gulping as he felt the beginning swell of his knot catch as he pulled further out. But Yixing wasn’t unhappy, but rather smiling, his eyes half closed as he considered Jongin.

“That’s it. That’s what you’ll get more used to. When you’re getting close to ready to knot, you need to get it into your mate, or you’ll cause a lot of undue pain for both of you. Go ahead.”

He was given permission to knot. Jongin lowered his head and groaned, and the squeeze as his cock slid in, the rapid swell of his knot, the pleasure jangling deep inside of him, Yixing’s moans, Yixing’s hands on his neck. Jongin’s hips jolted, Yixing tightening around his knot, and Jongin moaned as he came, shuddering, arching, held deep, claiming. It felt so close but different to what he’d given himself with his own hand, more intense, almost to the edge of pain as he panted, sweating.

Jongin lifted his head, and Yixing was smiling, reaching for Jongin’s hand and moving it so that Jongin was touching Yixing’s cock.

“You can’t ever forget about your mate.”

Oh. Oh, Yixing was hard, and Yixing was so tight around him as Jongin began to stroke, like he’d been waiting for that, turned on by Jongin’s efforts. Yixing moaned, gripping at the sheets, trying to push up into Jongin’s hand. And when Yixing came, they both moaned, Jongin watching, realizing that for the first time in his life, someone was coming on his knot. He was hooked.

And Yixing’s voice was rough with pleasure when he guided Jongin down. His last lesson.

“How long the knot last varies. Some omegas like to be soothed, and some like to talk, or to sleep. Some will still be wanting.”

“And you?”

Yixing guided Jongin into a kiss, stroking along his back, humming against his mouth. He didn’t know where he ended and Yixing began. He didn’t know how to leave, or how that was going to be the only time, when he woke later, to Yixing sleeping beside him.

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Prompt: Ooooh that kailay really hit the spot! I was looking for something different in the abo setting and you really delivered! :D BIG HUGS! If you ever feel so inspired, perhaps a continuation where Kai gets to act on everything he was thinking/mulling over? <3 <3 <3

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Yixing let him lead. The only way Yixing would interrupt, he’d said, was if Jongin was hurting him somehow, or ignoring Yixing’s cues. It was intimidating. It was thrilling.

Yixing’s mouth was soft, eager, responding to his, Yixing’s fingers rubbing over Jongin’s shoulders as Jongin settled over him on the bed. He pulled open Yixing’s robe, so much skin bared to him, to his hands as he stroked along Yixing’s body and felt him moan, over Yixing’s chest, his belly, his thighs. Jongin’s pants were too tight, and it spurred him faster, kissing down over Yixing’s skin, hesitating at his nipples and getting gasps at the curling of his tongue around them. It was almost like Yixing’s flesh was quivering as Jongin kissed along it, kissed until he could skim his lips against Yixing’s hardening cock. He made sure the lubrication was close, and Yixing squirmed, but made no sound. At least, not until Jongin wrapped his lips around him. Then the moan was urgent, primal, his hips lifting as Jongin sucked around him.

That was for what Jongin had done. Not an act, not a teaching moment, just Yixing responding to him. It made him hungry for more, keeping busy with his mouth as he slid two fingers into Yixing, feeling how tight he was, feeling Yixing twitch and harden further. He wanted to taste him all, sweeping away beading fluid with his tongue, sucking, bobbing his head, sliding a third finger, a fourth, into Yixing began to arch his back.

“Jongin, I can’t-“

Jongin growled, sucking harder, and Yixing spilled against his tongue, moans on panted breaths. Yixing was flushed and sweating when Jongin lifted his head, and Jongin had to swallow several times before he could speak.

“Turn over for me.”

Yixing nodded, still breathing heavily, but he gathered himself, turning onto his hands and knees and offering himself. Jongin couldn’t help it, reaching, kneading against Yixing’s ass, hearing Yixing’s hums. It made him scramble to get his pants open, to slick his cock. He was going to knot Yixing, to claim him, to please him. They both moaned as Jongin slowly pushed into Yixing, waiting for Yixing to stop him, listening to see if he was going too quickly. But all he heard were moans, Yixing’s fingers grasping at the sheet. As he rocked his hips, felt the slide, the warmth, the clutch of Yixing around him, Jongin’s eyes nearly rolled back. He wanted to savor it. He wanted Yixing to remember it. Jongin leaned over, braced with Yixing’s body, his hips moving with torturous urgency. And his hand found Yixing still half hard. It made his movements even more urgent as Yixing moaned, made him hang his head as he felt his knot beginning to swell, pushing his hips tight against Yixing and rocking in short, urgent bursts as it tightened and his whole body with it. Jongin moaned, wracked with pleasure as he came in Yixing. Yixing had come for his mouth, and Yixing had taken his knot. Jongin panted, almost feeling he was not deep enough, not tied enough, but moving was impossible, and Yixing was letting out little grunts and Jongin realized he’d been unconsciously squeezing Yixing’s cock. He was hard in Jongin’s hand, like Jongin knotting him, Jongin taking him, had been too much.

He got moans when his hand started to move, Yixing shifting like he was trying to move himself into Jongin’s hand.

“Have you ever come twice during a training?” Jongin asked, his hand slick around Yixing.

“It’s been-“ And Yixing gasped as Jongin stroked quicker. “Years. Oh.”

Yixing shuddered under him as he came, impossibly tight around Jongin’s knot, and around Jongin’s pride. He’d done something no alpha, no one at all, had done in years. Yixing slumped onto the bed, his profile blissed, and Jongin bit his lip as he watched, and needed even more.

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Prompt: Hi coley! Hope you're having a great day~~ <3 could you write something based on this gif? ;~; go crazy! http://ww3.sinaimg.cn/large/926d6b97gw1etk23lki3oj21kw1x0114.jpg

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Baekhyun was like putty, his hair silky and dried after his earlier shower, almost purring as Minseok stroked his hand through Baekhyun’s hair. He loved having his hair with, having his scalp stroked, and Minseok was fascinated by it, fascinated by Baekhyun, by the way he relaxed for Minseok as they were all holed up in Minseok’s bedroom - a place of safety. Baekhyun’s voice was breathy at times, but it slipped low as he spoke, letting Minseok tug his hair gently, feeling it slide against the base of his fingers. Baekhyun knew Minseok liked it, liked the feel of his hair, that it soothed him, too.

Baekhyun compared himself to a therapy dog, and Minseok had pinched him.

He needed that comfort, sometimes, when Baekhyun spoke.

“He looks at me sometimes but he doesn’t even see me,” Baekhyun murmured, still soothed by Minseok’s stroking hand. “I know he definitely doesn’t know I have feeling for him. I don’t know if he’d avoid me if he knew. It definitely wouldn’t be the same, though.”

The guy in Baekhyun’s office. It was odd, listening to Baekhyun say that, because Minseok empathized so completely. The pain, the longing, being close, but not close enough.

Because Baekhyun saw Minseok, but he didn’t see Minseok’s feelings for him.

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Prompt: Yixing has a thing for Jongin's mouth, and Jongin likes to get Yixing off with it: 41(.)media(.)tumblr(.)com/3f44e0be545da2a35772ab51b6db92ec /tumblr_nr4dwhOcEs1rrhp2bo5_540(.)png

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Jongin had a way with his mouth, kisses, the way his lips lingered along Yixing’s skin. He spent ages, the gentle scrape of teeth, the rubbing of lips against Yixing’s neck, hard enough to feel good but not soft enough to tickle. Red marks left along Yixing’s collarbones, kisses against his wrists, his palms. Jongin made Yixing’s hips twitch when his lips closed around Yixing’s nipples, valiantly trying to suck as much flesh into his mouth as possible, leaving them impossibly hard and Yixing aching. Yixing knew what Jongin’s mouth looked, sucking his own fingers clean, sucking Yixing’s fingers clean, but there Jongin was, his hands pressing on Yixing’s thighs, and his lips stretching around Yixing’s cock. It felt like he’d been hard for hours, and Jongin’s eyes closed like he was communing, his tongue flickering as he inundated himself with the taste.

And Jongin’s eyes rose, his lips going slack for a moment in invitation, and Yixing groaned, lifting his hips, fucking Jongin’s mouth for a precious minute as Jongin sucked and moaned and let Yixing have him. But when Yixing got desperate, when his movements went sharp, Jongin pressed his forearms against him, holding him down. And all Yixing could do then was watch and feel as Jongin’s head bobbed, as he felt the back of Jongin’s throat, felt him groan and try to take Yixing deeper. Jongin sucked, and moaned, and tasted, and not even once did he tease, too hungry as his lips sank further, and his moans got louder like he was the one driven to the brink and not Yixing. Yixing strained for him, his head rolling, a hand sinking into Jongin’s hair. It was loud, and wet, and the vibrations of Jongin’s mouth traveled through him until Yixing was bucking, coming into Jongin’s mouth, moaning, writhing as Jongin licked against him and moaned around him.

And his eyes nearly rolled back in his head when Jongin’s head lifted, come coating his lips and dripping down his chin as Jongin licked himself clean. That was it, he was gone, it was all over. But he still found energy to wrap his arms around Jongin when he climbed into Yixing’s lap and kissed him.

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Prompt: SuBaek with girl!Baek - Joonmyun picks Baekhyun up in a club, she says she'll go home with him only if she gets to come at least twice before he does (ft Joonmyun who can't resist a good challenge)

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They made out in the taxi, maybe thinking they were being subtle, but the way Baekhyun made a sound every time Joonmyun’s fingers crept up her thighs, there was no hiding that. She just sort of rubbed up against him, kissing him, and all he could think about was how wet he knew she had to be as they rubbed up against each other in the elevator. And finally, finally he keyed them into his apartment, yanking off his own shirt and trying to help with hers before realizing he was in the way. All that covered her breasts, breasts he’d already had his hands on while they danced in the club as she guided his hands, were scraps of dark lace. And seconds after that, nothing, as the bra slid down her arms.

Baekhyun didn’t wait, moving right into his arms, pressing up against him, moaning into his mouth as he groped her thighs just below her short shorts. She got a hand between them, her knuckles brushing against his erection as she undid her own button, zipper.

“Pull them down,” she told him, and he used the bottom ragged hems to to it, dragging until they pulled down over the curves of her hips, until all that was between her and her skin was more lace. Not that he could see, too absorbed in kissing her and squeezing her ass. She was so hot. So hot, and she’d agreed to dance with him at the club, had all but made out with him on the dance floor for the better part of thirty minutes.

And she’d agreed to go home with him, with one caveat.

“Only if you get me off twice before you do.”

Oh. It was going to be his pleasure.

Baekhyun squeaked when Joonmyun hiked her up, kissing her, half seeing out of one eye as he carried her to his bed without running them both into anything. He let her down onto her feet just long enough to hook his fingers into her panties, waiting until she moaned her approval before pulling them down. They fell down her legs, and she stepped out of them, sighing as Joonmyun kissed down her throat, filling his hands with her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue as she held onto his head. He sucked one, and Baekhyun moaned, swaying into him, screeching as his teeth scraped against the side of her breast and moaning again as he paid her other nipple the same attention.

“Joonmyun,” she moaned as she wiggled, but he wouldn’t be rushed. He’d agreed to get her pleasure, but not how soon. Each time he swapped sides she keened at him, her nipples stiffening quicker beneath his tongue, and the more she moved her hips like she was aching for something.

For him.

Baekhyun gasped as her butt hit the cold cloth of the bed, but she cooed as Joonmyun began to kiss down her stomach.

“Yeah, eat me,” she encouraged him. He loved the encouragement. She was just as wet as he’d imagined, and he wanted to just dive into her, licking against her, loving the scent of her, the taste, and the way she shook at the first touch of his lips against her clit. He wanted her to come just like that. He’d turned her on that much, he was making her moan as he sucked against her, he was making her shake with his flicking tongue.

“Oh,” Baekhyun moaned and she shook apart, pulling on his hair as she came. That was one, he thought, as he soothed her. She sank onto her back and her legs only parted wider when Joonmyun slid two fingers into her, gently moving them in and out, admiring how wet she was, imagining how she was going to feel around him. She squeezed his fingers like they were a cock, and he continued moving his tongue against her clit, watching her breasts heave as she moaned and moved her hips up to meet him. He pressed kisses against her, enjoying how swollen her clit felt, how she tried to pull his fingers in. Two, then three. He sealed his mouth against her, sucking, licking, fucking her with his fingers, listening to her incoherent sounds as she grabbed at him, as she sobbed, as her whole body convulsed as her orgasm wracked her.

That was two. That was what he’d promised, but from the way she panted and squeezed him, not all he thought she needed.

“Did you want me to stop?” Joonmyun teased, his fingers lifting up and down side by side inside of her.

Baekhyun lifted her head, glaring at him. “No!”

She almost shouted it and Joonmyun took it to heart, stroking her inside with his fingers and hearing her hiss as her head dropped back. Joonmyun’s pride expanded as he swirled his tongue around her clit again, pleasing her until her hips lifted against his mouth again, coming loudly a third time, her cries echoing off his bedroom walls, her legs stiff and shaking.

And she was so, so wet and ready.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck me, please,” Baekhyun gasped, and Joonmyun’s cock agreed. He shoved his pants partway down, rolling on a condom as Baekhyun scooted up the bed to make him room. And Baekhyun lifted her hips, helping him pull her against him, and he it felt like he felt her moans right through him as he sank into her. “Yes, fuck, finally.”

Joonmyun had given her everything he could to please her with his mouth, now it was his cock’s turn. She fucked with him, wrapping her arms, her legs around him, shouting into his shoulder as he began to fuck faster, his hips working, grinding against her. Her whole body shook, squeezing around him impossibly as he tried to move, and Baekhyun squealed into his shoulder as he fucked her through her orgasm, gasping, broken almost to the will to move as Joonmyun’s eyes almost crossed at how tight she was, how tight, how close he felt. Baekhyun’s nails dug into his neck and Joonmyun groaned, hips jerking, coming like he was going to come right through her as he tried to push himself deeper.

He was a hero. A sweating, panting hero as he sank down beside her and felt her snuggle up right beside him. He tossed the condom aside and Baekhyun’s fingers on his cock made it twitch in reluctant interest just moments after.

“I didn’t get to come twice on this,” Baekhyun pouted at him, rubbing her thumb against him. “Maybe you can make it up to me before I go.”

She wiggled her breasts against his arm a little more and Joonmyun nodded out of reflex. He could do that. He was almost certain of it.

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Prompt: jongin and sehun stage an intervention and decide to kidnap their favorite tiny hyungs (minseok and kyungsoo) who are too busy these days. (really its manager approved) can it end in a puppy pile with kisses please :)

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It was a planned getaway. If Minseok and Kyungsoo thought it odd that they were prodded and dragged to another car than the others, that Jongin and Sehun were strangely quiet like maybe they’d give something away until they were actually on the road, they didn’t let on. It was all normal from there, relaxing after a photoshoot, letting their faces fall back into their usual configurations. Jongin could hardly relax, jittering, and Sehun was little better. And even still, it took a half an hour of driving before Minseok noticed something was up, and Kyungsoo looked up from his phone, perplexed.

“Are we going to another schedule?”

“We’re taking you away!” Jongin said, leaning back over the seat and beaming at both of them.

“Away?”

Away. They had lunch in a cooler, and they had a hotel room near the river, nice and secluded. They had until the next morning, when they’d start on their way back, but they walked a little, exploring, ogling the shops before making their way into their room with the two wide beds. Sehun closed the shades, regretting shutting out the view, but that was why they were there, too. To reconnect. Kyungsoo tugged on his arm, and Jongin on his other wrist, settling, squirming in against each other as kisses were traded, arms snugging tight. Sehun’s head ended up on Kyungsoo’s chest, and Kyungsoo’s on Minseok’s. Jongin squeeze Sehun’s hand, his head on Minseok’s belly. Alone. Quiet. Together.

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Prompt: Girl!KaiBaek as roommates and friends-with-benefits. Kai has trouble sleeping when she's stressed. Baekhyun knows some alternative ways to relax her.

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Jongin was too tense. It was a day of misery, too much going on at work, not being able to sleep the night before, not being able to wind down. Jongin’s eyes were heavy, Baekhyun could see that, but she was so tense, just sitting there as they tried to relax in front of the TV.

“Go get ready for bed, and I’ll help you relax,” Baekhyun promised her. Jongin was a good roommate, conscientious, sleeping soundly, and they enjoyed getting off together when they wanted, too. It suited them, both of them, and Baekhyun heard the whimper as Jongin tried to relax onto her bed, as Baekhyun nudged her onto her belly. She straddled Jongin, getting good leverage, digging the heels of her palms, her thumbs, into the knots of Jongin’s back. She squeezed over Jongin’s shoulders, rubbed along her sides, and brushed her fingers against the sides of Jongin’s breasts. Jongin had started to relax, but she was still breathing stiffly, even as Baekhyun stroked along both of Jongin’s arms, and her hands.

“Turn over again,” Baekhyun urged, and the shirt Jongin used as a nightdress molded to her chest. Baekhyun cuddled against Jongin’s side, adding her warmth, and she kissed along Jongin’s neck as she squeezed and molded her hands against Jongin’s breasts. Her palm teased Jongin’s nipples tight, catching at them with the edges of her fingers as Jongin groaned and turning her head as Baekhyun soothed against her neck. She touched just like that, slow, until she saw Jongin’s legs getting restless, and she began to kiss Jongin’s neck anew as she pulled up Jongin’s shirt just far enough to slip her fingers into Jongin’s panties. Baekhyun cupped her fingers against her, feeling how wet she had gotten so far, and Baekhyun wasn’t there to tease, but to soothe. Her two fingertips began to circle, rolling back and forth over Jongin’s clit as Jongin sighed and let her legs fall open.

Baekhyun wondered what Jongin fantasized about, if she thought of other women, other men, between her legs, what she imagined them doing to her. Baekhyun sealed her lips, sucking gently so that she didn’t leave a mark, and feeling Jongin’s breath go tight and shallow as she moaned softly and let Baekhyun touch her. Jongin’s hips were gently lifting and Baekhyun rocked her fingers quicker, Jongin’s clit even more swollen against her fingers, and quicker, until her fingers were flying side to side and Jongin was gasping, her moans rumbling against Baekhyun’s lips. And a cry left her, as her body jolted, and her clit twitched against Baekhyun’s fingers as the orgasm swept her.

Baekhyun didn’t move, just gently moving her fingers side to side as Jongin settled, relaxed, kissing softly against Jongin’s skin. Jongin inhaled deeply, once. Twice. And she was out, utterly, fast asleep as Baekhyun smiled. She rested there, too, a while longer, until she could slip out of the bed without disturbing Jongin, and leaving her to her rest, Baekhyun went to find her own pleasure.

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Prompt: BaekChen with girl!Baek. Chen doesn't mind tagging along when his friend Baekhyun asks him to go shopping, but when she wants to try out some new bras, he sees her in a whole different light (one-sided attraction, Chen freaking out, NC-17 inner monologues)

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Jongdae didn’t mind going shopping with friends. Some were more interesting to shop with than others, and Baekhyun made everything fun. She had a comment almost for every step between stores, and she was not the sedate kind of shopper, spotting what she liked, circling, and beelining for something else. Jongdae just followed, not even relegated to bag carrier except for when Baekhyun went back to try things on. Jongdae just poked around and nodded or shook his head if Baekhyun wanted to model something. Yes, those shorts were nice, and yes, that shirt was too long.

Then, but oh then, they went into a store that made him feel conspicuous. There was satin. Silk? Lace, and whatever else on teensy, tiny little hangers, and some of the scraps of it looked too small to be worn. But Baekhyun was off like a shot, leaving him floundering before he could suggest waiting outside. He liked the stuff he was surrounded with on women. There was no reason it should intimidate him off of them. And he pointed at Baekhyun like he belonged to her when a sales attendant approached him.

“I’m just going to try these on,” Baekhyun said.

“They’re all numbered,” he said, eyeing the ones around them. “If you know what size you are, don’t they fit…?”

Baekhyun smiled at him, a scary smile. “You would think that, wouldn’t you?”

Apparently not, then.

They left the bags at the front desk, Baekhyun pulling him along with her, but stationing him outside of her room. She needed advice. Of course she did. And he was a guy, so he’d be good at advice, because who didn’t want to see everything perfectly wrapped for the unwrapping. It was just like seeing someone in a bikini. He’d have no problem.

So he thought, as he poked his head in, when she indicated she was ready.

And he could see her nipples through the lace as she tugged on the straps and turned back and forth in the mirror.

“I don’t know that this one does much for me. Normally I like a little lift,” she said, tugging at the straps as though irritated that the lace didn’t morph into what she wanted.

“It’s…nice…” he managed, without swallowing his tongue.

“But it needs to be fantastic. Okay, next.”

Baekhyun booted him out, and Jongdae was in a pristine box of a hall thinking about breasts, and Baekhyun’s breasts in particular, and wondering what they’d feel like under that lace, and what sounds she’d make. No, it was nice, because if she was getting touched, it was like there was almost nothing. And Jongdae’s head tilted back, imagining that, until Baekhyun tapped on the door and summoned him again.

And oh, that was worse, because he couldn’t see anything, but the lift she wanted, it was there, emphasizing her cleavage, making her breasts jiggle a little when she moved and tried to test the support.

“Uh,” he said, and almost said nice again. But to imagine her wearing that under her clothes, he just- “Yes, fantastic.”

“It feels good,” she said, moving her arms in and squishing her breasts together and giving him and uncomfortable mental image of getting her all slick and sliding his dick right there. She’d look good with come all over her tits and all over her face, and- He was a jerk. A horny jerk, who eased back to his waiting place and breathed out, slowly. Good ogling friend Jongdae, that was him.

The next one was red, silky, and Jongdae gave her a thumbs up, retreating, and on the next.

“This one hardly covers anything, the cups are so short and small,” Baekhyun said through the door. “Can’t open the door for this one.”

Small. Like her spilling out over the top of them? Lifted up and…? Jongdae grimaced. And when Baekhyun came back out, she was fully dressed, and they retrieved the previous bags, going to the checkout.

It was a whim, really, the look she’d sent him the last time he’d eased out to give her her privacy. Had she really needed him back there? Had she wanted his admiration?

“I’ll buy this one for you,” Jongdae said, and realized after a second that he’d grabbed the one with the partial cups that she was apparently going to buy with some of the others.

“You didn’t even see that one on me,” Baekhyun said, raising her eyebrows at him.

“You can show me later?” he said. Either she’d hit him, or…

“I could do that,” she said, Jongdae gulped and saw the price and thanked his credit card profusely.

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Prompt: sehun blurts out that he wants to have kyungsoo's kids while they are having sex, kyungsoo is more than happy to oblige his new husband

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“I wish…”

Sehun’s words were eaten in a groan but Kyungsoo was listening, rolling his hips to really let Sehun feel it, but letting up so that Sehun could breathe.

“Wish what?” Kyungsoo asked. Sehun’s face was flushed, his body thrumming with imminent pleasure, and he had one thought with Kyungsoo inside of him.

“I wish…you didn’t have a condom on. Wish there was a chance you could give me a child of yours.”

Kyungsoo breathed over him, his hips slowing, and he moaned a little. They’d been married such a short time, had been all over each other in bed. But sometimes he just couldn’t get it out of his mind, that want.

And Kyungsoo was swallowing, moaning, his hips flexing.

“We’ll talk. Maybe. Next time? Or-“

Kyungsoo was coming only moments later, filling the condom instead of him, and Sehun knew he wasn’t alone in his want of it.

But they talked. And to see Kyungsoo coming toward him with his cock uncovered had Sehun’s stomach quivering. Kyungsoo could give him everything. He’d given him love, pleasure. Sehun wanted a family with him, wanted to see Kyungsoo’s pride in the babies they’d made, and in Sehun.

It felt so similar, Kyungsoo in him, so familiar. Kyungsoo kissing him was the same, too, but they knew the possibility was there.

“You feel so good,” Kyungsoo moaned against him, and Sehun throbbed, lifting his hips, wrapping around Kyungsoo and aching inside, needing. He moaned, and they moved, and Kyungsoo rumbled against his neck, Sehun panting, gripping against Kyungsoo’s back. He came, shuddering, eyes wide and gasping, “Yes!” as Kyungsoo spilled in him. In him, for him. It gave them a chance, and as Kyungsoo stroked his hair before he fell asleep, Sehun dreamed.

***

Prompt: Prince Sehun wakes to find a beautiful nurse singing to him after his near fatal injury. Sesoo Moon that embraces the Sun au pls - totally not Dulce

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The voice nearly lulled him back to sleep, and Sehun jolted a little at a warm cloth rubbing against his arm. It was a song, one he didn’t know, words he couldn’t really pin meaning to as he inhaled, struggling against pain as his eyes opened. It hurt so much. It hurt-

“Breathe slowly,” he was told, the singing having stopped, a hand against his shoulder, centering him, calming him. “Draw in a breath, steady, steady. Now exhale. That’s good. You’re doing well, Your Highness.”

How strange, to be called such. He was. He had been. He’d been prepared to give that up, to uncover the plot against his-

“My brother!”

Again he tried to move, to sit up, and again he was held down. It was the face of a young woman who pinned him, who held him as his body felt like it was splitting apart.

“He is well. The only harm that befell him was his worry for you. I will send a servant for him, now.”

Sehun felt for his bandages, as his nurse stood, taking away her worried eyes and soft mouth. He watched as she spoke to someone, her hair long down her back, the cloth covering her clothes stained with blood. His blood. It almost made him dizzy as she knelt again, considering him.

“He’ll be here, soon. Will you take a little medicine?”

“What’s your name?” Sehun needed to know.

“If you take a sip of medicine, I’ll tell you,” she bargained.

It got him her hand lifting his head as he took in the foul-tasting brew.

“Ugh. Your name?”

“Do Kyungsoon,” she said, and then ambushed him with another drink of the medicine as he pondered it.

“Do Kyungsoon,” he murmured, and she nodded.

“Yes, Your Highness. Your brother will be here soon.”

She rose, taking away basins and cloths, ridding herself of the bloodied apron, as they waited for his brother, the king.

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Prompt: Chanyeol/Chen where Chanyeol and Chen have been on 2 dates, and for the third date Chanyeol brings Chen over so he can cook for him

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Chanyeol had the same thing to eat four nights in a row. The first night, it was perfect. The second night, it was okay. The third night it was a disaster and he almost changed his mind about making the same dinner for Jongdae, but he persevered and was glad for it. It wasn’t quite as perfect as the first night, but it tasted looked good, and more importantly tasted good. Jongdae maybe thought they were going to order something in, but no, Chanyeol had been determined.

And he’d had the number of several delivery places in case things had gone badly.

He was nearly marching in place with nerves by the time the chime on his door sounded, bounding toward it and flinging it open without actually checking who was there.

“Hi!” he chirped to Jongdae, who offered him a bag of drinks and what looked like snacks when he peered into it. “Awesome! Come in. Come in.”

“Wow, it smells good in here,” Jongdae said, following his nose a few feet over toward the kitchen. He could see the pots and the skillet from there. “You cooked?”

“I did!” Chanyeol said, and nearly puffed right up at Jongdae’s surprise and pleasure. “Come see.”

They’d eaten out their first two dates, lingering long, talking. It wasn’t anything elaborate, but it was something he could do. Jongdae’s eyes closed, humming in pleasure as he tasted off a spoon, and Chanyeol beamed at him.

“Now I know what you can do,” Jongdae said, and it was almost a threat for demanding future meals.

But Chanyeol took it as a promise.

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Prompt: subaekchen with almost double penetration

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Maybe it was greed. Baekhyun saw them hard for him, and he wanted both of them. Not just to swallow one cock down while the other took him, or to stroke one with his hand, or watch one of them with a cock in their mouth, or fucking them. No, he wanted both of them.

“I can take it,” Baekhyun said, and he was so sure, even with Joonmyun wondering and Jongdae’s intrigue.

It was how he straddled Jongdae’s lap and sank onto his hard cock, lifting and falling a few times experimentally. He sent a coy look over his shoulder, inviting Joonmyun in, and Joonmyun stroked along Baekhyun’s thighs and hips, watching the pleasure on Jongdae’s face. Baekhyun didn’t need any help staying hard, but Joonmyun helped with lube, keeping Jongdae’s cock slick for Baekhyun, licking along Baekhyun’s neck and watching as Jongdae leaned forward to do the same to the other side. Baekhyun moaned between them, two mouths fastened on his neck as he rocked on Jongdae’s cock.

“Need- Need you in me,” Baekhyun moaned, and Jongdae moaned too as Baekhyun lifted free of his cock, offering himself to Joonmyun. Baekhyun was so slick and so ready that he took Joonmyun in so smoothly, enveloped in wet warmth that squeezed around him. His hips moved, stretching Baekhyun from a different angle, every movement rubbing his cock against Jongdae’s as they both moaned in front of him. Baekhyun felt so good, took such pleasure in getting fucked, made so many noises as he kneaded at Jongdae’s shoulders. And Joonmyun’s cock was throbbing when Baekhyun pulled away and sank back onto Jongdae’s cock. Jongdae’s moan reverberated through him and Baekhyun was panting, squirming, begging for more. His and Jongdae’s cocks were similar, and Joonmyun got his fingers slick, pushing Baekhyun forward and sliding two fingers into him up to his second joint, keeping them there as Jongdae pressed in beside him.

“How is that?” Joonmyun asked, as Baekhyun keened. It felt too tight even to him, like the circulation of his fingers was being squeezed as Jongdae’s hips lifted desperately.

“Uh-uh, uh-uh,” Baekhyun groaned. “Stings. Can’t-“

Joonmyun was thicker than his fingers. But the feeling of Jongdae thrusting in against them was so nice, and he pressed himself up against Baekhyun as close as he could, rubbing his cock against Baekhyun’s skin.

“One day, you’ll be all stretched, and we’ll come in you together,” Joonmyun murmured, and Jongdae moaned.

Baekhyun writhed for them, squeezing around Joonmyun’s fingers, around Jongdae’s cock, moaning, “I want them, I want them,” until Joonmyun was hissing, coming against Baekhyun’s back and Jongdae’s thighs were shaking underneath him as he tried to bury his cock in Baekhyun. Baekhyun cried out, coming over Jongdae’s fingers, and Joonmyun throbbed to Jongdae’s moans. But he kept his fingers there, even when Jongdae pulled out, sliding them deeper, keeping Baekhyun stimulated as he moaned and leaned into Jongdae’s chest. Jongdae smirked at him, knowing what Joonmyun was doing. And Joonmyun leaned forward, kissing Jongdae as Baekhyun continued to moan between them.

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Prompt: I want the subaekchen continuation... more intense continuation. Please please???!!

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Jongdae was already hard, difficult not to be when Joonmyun’s mouth was working away at his cock, and if Baekhyun hadn’t been interested, watching Joonmyun blow Jongdae while stroking himself would’ve gotten him there.

“I’ve been wearing a plug for hours, so I’m ready this time,” Baekhyun said, kicking away his shorts and giving them a good, full view.

“If you can’t take us both, it’s okay, you know that right?” Joonmyun said, the worrier. Jongdae just flapped his hand at Joonmyun and pointed his cock up like he could beacon Baekhyun right onto it. But he sighed, accepting that they were going to try. Turned on by it. “Get Jongdae in you first, and then I can try.”

He trusted himself to take his time, and with the plug gone, and both of them slick, Baekhyun slid down onto Jongdae like they’d been made to fit together, Baekhyun bouncing a little. Jongdae kissed the back of Baekhyun’s neck, pulling him back against his chest so he could widen his legs, facing Joonmyun and making a path as Jongdae lazily stroked into him.

Baekhyun was hard, and he felt like he got harder when Joonmyun bent, kissing against his cock and slipping a cock ring onto him. Joonmyun wanted him to feel everything, stay hard for everything, and Baekhyun throbbed as Joonmyun’s fingers slid into him. Just two, but it was easier than last time, and the feeling thrilled him. The plug had paid off there, and they worked together, Jongdae, Joonmyun’s fingers, sliding at opposite times, stretching him.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight. If I tried to get my cock in there, too, it’s going to hurt,” Joonmyun said.

Baekhyun moved his hips, trying to get more of Joonmyun’s fingers, more of Jongdae’s cock, swiveling them, moving, moaning. “Maybe I like when it hurts a little.”

“Fuck,” Jongdae commented from behind him. “Okay, fuck, that’s hot.”

Joonmyun shot a look at Jongdae, chastising him for his encouragement, but Jongdae was beyond it all, rubbing over Baekhyun’s skin, scraping up Baekhyun’s belly with his nails, fucking up into Baekhyun, squeezing at Baekhyun’s nipples and nearly undoing him. Baekhyun bared his neck, moaning as Joonmyun’s fingers slid deep into him again.

“Fuck, Joonmyun, I need your cock in me.”

Joonmyun whimpered, and worked, and a third finger stretched Baekhyun even more, Baekhyun moaning, writhing, squeezing around Jongdae and making him moan.

“Fuck, Joonmyun, if you don’t fuck him now, I’m going to just explode,” Jongdae moaned.

Joonmyun got so close, Jongdae pulling out most of the way, giving him space, and his face was near to Baekhyun’s watching as he started to press, as he and Jongdae both began to slide, as the head of his cock began to be enveloped. Jongdae was rubbing against Baekhyun’s chest, and Baekhyun was wheezing as Joonmyun kissed against his cheeks, and Joonmyun added lube, so much lube.

“You’re doing it,” Joonmyun whispered, amazed, and Jongdae was humming like a power grid, each of them taking turns. Jongdae slid a bit deeper. Then Joonmyun. Tight. Tighter. The thickest part of their cocks, squeezed together by Baekhyun’s body. Baekhyun was groaning, but he wasn’t telling them to stop, to matter how many times Joonmyun asked him if he was okay or if he wanted them to stop for him. Jongdae pushed again, groaning, unable to go any further, and with one last effort, Joonmyun could go no further either. They waited for a moment, taking a breath, and Jongdae pulled back a little, pushing back in as Joonmyun retreated, sliding past each other in impossible tightness as Baekhyun inhaled, and his shouts filled the room, incomprehensible, occasionally a word coming through like “yes” or “fuck” and caught between them, fucked by both of them.

“You’re okay?” Joonmyun asked, his whole body focused on his cock and still-

“Don’t fucking stop!” Baekhyun shouted, and never stopped the stream of sounds as Jongdae and Joonmyun really learned how to work together, fucking back and forth, filling him, too intense to go too fast, but too desperate to slow down.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Jongdae moaned, his hips shuddering under them, and Joonmyun watched Jongdae’s eyes roll back as he came in Baekhyun, came against Joonmyun’s cock, came until Joonmyun was sliding through his come as he kept fucking Baekhyun. And Joonmyun couldn’t stand it any more, pulling at the cock ring, not like it was keeping him from coming, but they didn’t need it any more, and Baekhyun almost howled as Joonmyun began to stroke his cock.

“You hear that sound?” Joonmyun gasped. “That’s me fucking Jongdae’s come into you. You’re so gorgeous like this. You feel so good.”

Baekhyun almost convulsed, coming over Joonmyun’s fingers, coming around Joonmyun’s cock until Joonmyun was powerless not to come, to add his come to Jongdae’s.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Baekhyun whimpered, empty for the first time, anchored by Jongdae’s arms as they turned and collapsed against the mattress.

“You’re okay?” Joonmyun wanted to know, lowering himself down in front of Baekhyun.

“I’ve never- Fuck, you guys need to work on lasting longer,” Baekhyun gusted out, and Joonmyun paused, meeting Jongdae’s eyes, and they both croaked out a laugh. Baekhyun was okay, he’d just wanted more. “Next time, give Jongdae the cock ring.”

Jongdae bit Baekhyun’s shoulder and Baekhyun just twitched his hips back against Jongdae in retaliation. Still, Baekhyun let Joonmyun kiss him, and Joonmyun tugged the sheet up over all three of them. They were going to have to shower, thoroughly, but not right then, not with Baekhyun boneless between them and already fast asleep.

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