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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 necessary content warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
Kris knew that Jongin was going to come when he inhaled loudly and tightened his hold on Kris’ shoulders, digging his nails in. They were sharp, sharper than normal, and he scratched hard enough, although not enough to draw blood, to send a wave of dull pain, soon turning to pleasure, coursing through Kris’ body straight to his cock. Kris hollowed his cheeks and sucked Jongin in further, throat constricting around his dick, and Jongin let out a fuck, fuck, fuck, coming into Kris’ mouth. Swallowing it all easily, Kris released Jongin’s cock with a quiet noise and Jongin whined before Kris silenced him with a kiss, immediately licking along the bow of Jongin’s mouth until he parted his lips and allowed Kris to slip his tongue in. Jongin’s tongue was slightly rough, a sandpapery texture, but it responded to Kris’ every move like a well choreographed dance.
“Fuck me,” Jongin mumbled, rolling his hips up to meet Kris’. He was hard again, his cock trapped between his stomach and Kris’, and Kris’ own cock was straining in his boxers. “Fuck me, please.” His chest heaved with every breath and he looked obscenely beautiful like that, red tinting the canvas of his skin.
“Okay,” whispered Kris, placing one last kiss on his lips. He pulled his boxers off, his cock springing out from the confines of the material, whilst Jongin fumbled around for something underneath the pillow and a few seconds later, he pressed a bottle of lube into Kris’ open hand. It was half empty and Kris’ cock hardened impossibly more at the thought of Jongin using the other half to fuck himself on his fingers, to fuck himself on the dildo he had bought for the times when Kris wasn’t there, to fuck himself on Kris’ cock. He lathered himself up quickly, spreading on copious amounts of lube, and patted Jongin’s hip. “Hands and knees.”
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“Jesus-fucking-Christ,” swore Jongin, moving his hands up to unfasten the collar which was starting to piss him off. He had never liked it in the first place, but Kris liked it and he caught Jongin’s wrist as Jongin fell onto the bed without the support of his elbows. “It’s annoy-“
It’s annoying, Jongin had wanted to say but he was cut off with a strangled gasp as Kris thrust against his prostate, sending a spark of intense pleasure up his spine. “There, there, there, please,” Jongin whimpered, and Kris was never one to say no to his kitty. He slid a finger under the band of the collar and tugged, slightly cutting off Jongin’s air supply, making him hypersensitive to each and every one of Kris’ carefully angled movements.
The jingles of the bell resounded in the room as Kris continued to fuck into Jongin, who jerked his hips backwards to meet Kris’ thrusts. Kris brought a hand around to Jongin’s front and pumped his cock, heavy in his palm. “Fuck, Kris,” hissed Jongin, his words incoherent and turning into moans, “fuck-coming, Kris, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Then come,” whispered Kris into the dimple of Jongin’s spine and Jongin clenched around Kris’ cock as he did so, spilling over Kris’ fist. Kris sunk his teeth into his lower lip at Jongin tightening around him and it only took three more thrusts before he was coming too, inside Jongin. Jongin let out a weak moan at the feeling of being filled, cheek pressed against the pillow, and then Kris pulled out, collapsing beside him.
They lay quietly for a while, the only sounds being their pants as they tried to catch their breaths. When Kris mustered up enough energy to roll onto his side to face Jongin, he laced their fingers together and kissed him softly, tenderly, a contrast to the filthy kisses they had been sharing less than ten minutes ago. Jongin’s ears twitched in joy and he playfully hit Kris with his tail, fighting to keep the smile off his face. Kris raised an eyebrow in mock irritation but he pulled Jongin closer anyway, dotting Jongin’s clavicles with tiny kisses.
It was Jongin who broke the silence afterwards. “I can’t believe you wore socks during sex,” he said, nudging Kris’ foot with his own.
Kris looked down and saw that his feet were indeed clad in a pair of ugly argyle socks. He shrugged. “Worth it,” he said and kissed Jongin again. His kitty might’ve been bratty and needy and perpetually horny (and maybe a little bit sexy) but he was Kris’ kitty and he would be, forever.
Well, until Jongin threw out that collar anyway.
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good, good writing and characterization
i love the bits of humor in it too
("erectile krisfunction" jfc)
god bless you
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I am actually not much of a catboy!au fan but this was hot
hrhrhrhrr
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i was a little confused by the title tho. since it says "chanyeol/kris" ._.
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well i hope one of the admins can change it or something ;-;
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i loved how dominant Jongin is despite being in a submissive role.
erectile krisfunction
DEAD, BURIED AND ASCENDED INTO HEAVEN.
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