post #9
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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use trigger warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
“Mmmm hmmmm,” Jongdae hums agreeably, not really taking in any of the words tumbling from Joonmyun’s mouth but liking the way they sound as they pass above his head into the air.
Joonmyun had gotten a talking to from their manager that day after practice and then Sehun had dragged him into their room for a conversation which had a suspicious Jongin with his ear pressed up against the door trying to listen in. (Jongdae knows because he had needed a break from duizhang’s strict Mandarin only policy in the dorm and had trailed along back to K’s, knowing Joonmyun wouldn’t turn him away if he stuck out his bottom lip far enough.) When Sehun had jerked the door open five minutes later, a dazed looking Joonmyun tottering out, Jongin had fumbled forward, nearly smacking his pretty face on the hardwood floor. Sehun’d rolled his eyes to the back of his head the way Jongdae prays every night will get stuck.
Joonmyun’s face had looked that clouded mix of overwhelmed, confused, worried, and stressed that only a leader’s could, he looked like he needed someone to talk to. Jongdae had been watching television with Kyungsoo on the couch and he could see the other already going to open his mouth, to get up and sheppard Joonmyun into the kitchen for an intimate heart to heart.
Jongdae palmed Kyungsoo’s face and shoved him bodily out of the way and onto the floor.
“What’s the matter, hyung?” Jongdae asked, delicately stepping over Kyungsoo’s carcass, trying to sound concerned but not overeager.
Ten minutes later Jongdae is feeling very pleased with himself, Joonmyun’s distracted enough trying to put words to whatever issue he’s having that he hasn’t squirmed away from Jongdae’s head pillowed on his lap or the way Jongdae is playing with the fingers of one of his hands, the other drawing shapes in the air that Jongdae isn’t paying attention to. He murmurs in agreement and coos in sympathy enough that Joonmyun hasn’t realized Jongdae has no idea what he’s talking about, just knows that Joonmyun looks distressingly cute when he’s distressed.
“Of course,” Jongdae sighs, working up the nerve to turn and nuzzle into the soft of Joonmyun’s sleepshirt at his tummy.
“Really? ….You’d do that?” Joonmyun’s awed voice makes Jongdae pause and blink at the fabric in front of his eyes, startled out of his contemplation of if he could bite it and play it off as a yawn. He hadn’t realized he’d been agreeing to something.
“...Yes?” He’s hesitant, but he’s pretty sure there isn’t much Joonmyun could ask of him that he’d say no to.
“Wow, Jongdae that’s- thank you. I... just really want to them to be safe and God knows what Sehun is learning from the internet and I wouldn’t feel comfortable...with them, or to them I guess really, but if you...,” Joonmyun pauses there to take a breath and grin down at Jongdae, whose head is ringing with all different kinds of alarms and sirens but he’s not sure what’s triggering them: the words or the way Joonmyun’s looking at him like he’s just saved his kitten from a burning tree. Jongdae swears Joonmyun blushes then, cheeks pinking up and his eyes going somewhere to the left of Jongdae’s ear, “... and I’ll make it good for you. I promise. It’s the least I can do.”
Jongdae chokes on his own spit. “Good...,” Jongdae’s been told before that he has a dirty mind but really, “..for me?”
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“Does it have to be Jongdae?” No, nothing in his wank bank has Sehun’s nasally lisp underhandedly insulting him.
“Don’t be a brat, Sehun.” Joonmyun’s reprimand sounds slightly sharper than usual and there goes Sehun rolling his eyes again.
“Like that’s possible,” Jongdae mutters to himself, not exactly sure if his role here is supposed to be a speaking one.
“Can we please just get this over with,” Jongin bemoans, he’s bashful and squirmy enough in normal social situations and right now he’s flushed so dark down his entire neck that it must continue under his shirt to rest of his body, his fingers are fidgeting in his lap like they’re struggling against the instinct to cover his face. He looks like he’s about to crawl out of his own skin or better yet the room.
Jongdae feels a pang of sympathy. But not much. Jongin at least still has his briefs on whereas the last of Jongdae’s dignity lays crumpled at the foot of Joonmyun’s bed.
Joonmyun makes a hushing noise but Jongdae’s not sure at who because he’s looking at Jongin and Sehun sitting close across from them on Sehun’s bed (with fucking notebooks) but a gentle hand reaches out to smooth up Jondae’s bare calf comfortingly. “Yes, let’s,” Jongdae sounds strained even to his own ears but there’s something that feels suspiciously like butterflies erupting in his stomach and he’s wondering how far exactly in over his head he is.
“Don’t sound so put upon,” Sehun’s shrewd eyes are focused where Jongdae knows his cock hanging in view, the beginnings of heaviness flooding to it as Joonmyun’s hand sweeps distractingly up the back of his thigh. If Sehun’s so well versed in deciphering body language Jongdae hopes he can read the fuck you he’s trying to spell out with his stare.
Joonmyun’s hands settle on his hips and jerk them a fraction to the side so the maknaes have a view between Jongdae’s spread legs and Jongdae fights back a full body shiver at Joonmyun casually manhandling him about. Jongdae is breathing shallow and biting his lips raw trying to relax. Yixing can attest to the fact he has an exhibitionist streak, but this is a bit much even for him.
Joonmyun’s thumbs travel down the cleft of his ass, carefully drawing his cheeks apart so Jongdae is completely on display. Jongdae thinks his face might actually be on fire as Joonmyun starts in on a lecture on the importance of ample amounts of lube, voice sounding the same as it does when he reminds Jongin to use heat rub after practice, all the while his fingers stroking gently over Jongdae’s hole like he’s trying to tease it into trusting him. Jongdae let’s out a shaky breath through his lips.
It’s probably frightening how easily Joonmyun can lull Jongdae into relaxed complacency because before he realizes they’re moving on in the lesson, one of Joonmyun’s slicked fingers is pressing in the barest amount. It’s just enough that he let’s out an embarrassing little gasp that he can hear Sehun snicker at before Jongdae goes back to pretending he and Joonmyun are the only ones in the room and this is happening under completely different circumstances.
The second press has Joonmyun sinking his finger in all the way and Jongdae teething at his tongue to keep silent. “There shouldn’t be too much resistance to one finger,” Joonmyun still sounds like he’s commenting on the weather, gently pushing and pulling his finger inside Jongdae, “two will be a little bit more of a stretch.” Jongdae bites back a whimper as another of Joonmyun’s slim fingers nudges in alongside the other and thinks he hears an unsteady exhale that isn’t his own or Joonmyun’s.
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When Joonmyun withdraws his fingers, Jongdae’s head thunks down onto his clenched fists to stop himself from doing something pitiful like whining for them back. But one of Joonmyun’s bare knees brushes up against the skin at the inside of Jongdae’s ankle, like he’s trying to keep contact while his hands reach for the box of condoms at the foot of the bed.
Right then Jongdae has a strange out of body moment where he contemplates the fact that he’s about to let Joonmyun fuck him in front of his youngest bandmates. For educational purposes.
He distantly hears the distinct sound of foil tearing, the tang smell of latex, under the sound of Joonmyun patiently explaining pinching the tip and checking for tears.
Then there’s the lewd sound of skin on skin and Jongdae’s breath catches when he realizes Joonmyun is jacking himself to full hardness. That being three knuckles deep in Jongdae had gotten Joonmyun stiff. That right now Joonmyun was probably looking down at the splay of Jongdae’s back with a hand working on his own cock.
For the first time in this experience Jongdae feels powerful, like he has some control.
He drops his shoulders down slightly, knees shuffling farther apart, so he can bow his back, ass raw open and spread in the air for Joonmyun’s gaze and he doesn’t imagine the gasp he hears above him. Joonmyun shuffles forward on his knees between Jongdae’s legs as one of his hands finds Jongdae’s hip, the other likely at the base of his cock to guide himself.
The hand at Jongdae’s hip slides up the line of his spine, Jongdae arching into it, to the nape of his neck then back again. “Doing it face to face is... usually considered more romantic,” Joonmyun is still lecturing but his voice sounds more frayed now and it’s oddly comforting to hear, “but from behind is usually the most easily pleasurable for both.”
The head of Joonmyun’s cock nudges against where Jongdae is all slicked up and Jongdae closes his eyes trying to pretend he can’t hear more than two people’s heavy breathing. “It’s good to go slow at first,” and Joonmyun is pressing in, air escaping Jongdae in a wrought out groan like his body is making room for the dick splitting him open as Joonmyun bottoms out, “and go all the way.” Joonmyun’s hips are pressed flush against the swell of Jongdae’s ass and his hands are stroking up Jongdae’s sides like he’s proud of him, Jongdae’s arms threatening to collapse under him.
Joonmyun rocks inside him shallowly, “Communication is always important. It may be difficult to put words to what you want or need at times but always try to listen to each other’s bodies.”
Joonmyun’s hands slide under Jongdae’s chest to his shoulders and he’s easing Jongdae up and back with him as Joonmyun moves onto his heels so Jongdae is straddling Joonmyun’s lap with his knees spread wide. The muscles in Jongdae’s stomach stretch as his back bows to lean against Joonmyun’s chest for support. Joonmyun’s cock inside of him shifts, gooseflesh breaking out down Jongdae’s thighs.
“It’s not unusual for the person bottoming to soften at first from the burn of it,” he sounds breathless now and Jongdae wonders what his body is telling Joonmyun, his cock still flushed and full as Joonmyun rocks up into him repeatedly.
Like this he feels as if Joonmyun’s putting him on display, spread out with no way to hide and no way to ignore the others in the room. Jongdae’s eyes are glazed but open and when his head lolls to the side to look for the first time he sees Jongin’s sweats shoved down to his knees with Sehun’s fist pumping over his pink cock and mouth sucking at his shoulder where it’s peeking out from his tank. Jongin’s chest his heaving and his hooded gaze is at where Joonmyun is fucking Jongdae open. Even if he closes his eyes he can still hear Jongin’s little bitten off whimpers and the wet sound of Sehun’s mouth.
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Joonmyun kisses behind his ear then bends him back over with a pressure at the side of his neck. He anchors one of his hands on the knob of Jongdae’s shoulders and then he’s fucking Jongdae properly, deep sure thrusts that have Jongdae mewling and rocking forward with the force of them.
Joonmyun dicks in just right and Jongdae collapses face first into the pillow, thighs trembling and moaning helplessly. “Fuck. Oh fuck,” Jongdae bounces his ass back against Joonmyun’s cock, fingers clutching at the sheets for purchase. Joonmyun’s hips roll into Jongdae’s over and over with an obscene slapping sound and his hand finally, finally, finds it’s way between Jongdae’s legs where his cock is tender and dripping strings of precum. Joonmyun’s palm is still slightly slick and it fists Jongdae from base to tip in firm tugs that have Jongdae’s toes curling and his belly trembling.
Jongdae feels so thoroughly fucked, Joonmyun seeing to him like each thrust is a lesson and he wants Jongdae to remember each one.
Fingers twist over the head of Jongdae’s cock and he’s nutting off in long pulses with a full body shudder. His legs give out then, falling forward into his own smeared mess as Joonmyun growls low in his throat, hips going erratic. Joonmyun drops to his elbows over Jongdae so he’s pressing him into the mattress every time he fucks in and Jongdae hiccups and keens pathetically with aftershocks. It feels primal and frantic and so so satisfying with Joonmyun’s body covering him completely and using him until his hips jerk once then snap into Jongdae, jolting his pliant body, as Joonmyun spills into the condom.
As he pulls out with gentling hands at Jongdae’s hips, tying up the condom and tossing it into the bedside bin, Joonmyun doesn’t bother to explain what he’s doing. Even with his vision bleary and most of his brain capacity fucked out of him Jongdae can tell from the way Jongin’s lips are stretched red around Sehun’s cock where he’s kneeling between his thighs, Sehun’s knuckles bitten in his own teeth, the lesson would go to waste.
Joonmyun rolls him out of the wet spot and crawls over him so he’s cradled snug with Jongdae’s legs around his hips. He noses in hesitantly like of all things he’s nervous about this part, but grows more confident when Jongdae makes a pleased little noise. He catches Jongdae’s mouth with his own, kissing him slow and languid with hands coming up to frame Jongdae’s face.
Jongdae huffs a small laugh when Joonmyun pulls away to pepper kisses down the side of his chin, “Is this part of the Sex Ed still?”
Teeth sink into the tender skin of Jongdae’s neck, his cock twitches in interest and he feels Joonmyun muffle a smile against his shoulder, “Extra credit.”
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thank you for filling this!
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"Jongdae palmed Kyungsoo’s face and shoved him bodily out of the way and onto the floor." I've read this like four times over and I'm still dying???? Thank you so much?????
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and i love you writing style and the the dialogue
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