post #27
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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... )
"Says the one who sits on my dick."
They end up fighting again. But this time, it doesn't end so well.
"Fuck this, I need a break from this shit. I don't even know anymore." Chanyeol kicks the table and storms towards the door.
Fine with me.Jongin convinces himself as sees his senior walk out of the room.
He looks at the mess they made. Shards and broken pieces everywhere, just like their hearts, always barely mended but shattered again.
Surprisingly, it doesn't really hurt.
Because later in the wee hours, Jongin knocks on Chanyeol's door and gets dragged inside. They kiss but do not hug. They lug and tear at annoying garments that prevents them from tasting skin.
Chanyeol notices how this time, Jongin carefully avoids the new bruises on their knees, choosing to clamber on top of Chanyeol so the latter doesn't have to kneel like he always does. It's weird, he thinks. He almost misses the pain that riles him up when Jongin deliberately presses on those healing injuries. He pockets this thought for the future.
"Just one last time. Tomorrow we'll be strangers." Jongin's raspy voice makes Chanyeol grip harder on his waist and he pulls the dancer down onto his shaft. He thrusts upward to meet the clenching hole. The symphony of their ecstatic moans and skin slapping against each other brings them closer and closer to the brink.
It doesn't heal. This whole post-fighting-make-up sex thing. And they don't exactly make up. What they have is dysfunctional, a relationship that leaves them with broken things. They mend it with this thing they call love, only to have them pick on the scabs later to create fresh wounds again.
Still, it is all somewhat therapeutic. Though barely enough. Maybe they really need a break this time. Maybe it will be permanent, maybe not. And as he feels Jongin getting so close by the tensing of his beautiful muscles, Chanyeol figures this is just how they work.
"Just one more night." Chanyeol echoes, promising himself as he watches Jongin come, ribbons of white spurting into their bodies. His own climax hits suddenly when Jongin bends down to lick his nipples, hips still circling relentlessly in post-orgasm bliss.
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"Why aren't you with Chanyeol?" Baekhyun asks offhandedly.
"We're on a break." Jongin pauses when he sees Kyungsoo giving him the questioning look before biting into his ham and cheese sandwich. "Well, kind of. Unofficially. I'm seeing Kris now."
"Kris? That TA from your Chinese class?"
Jongin rolls his eyes at the shocked faces. "Why not? He's tall. I like tall."
"You mean tall people like Chanyeol."
Jongin shrugs. "And he's good in bed."
"Is that what you really want? I've see you better." Joonmyeon comments.
Jongin pretends not to hear anything. He looks up and sees the very reason he's in this predicament.
Chanyeol has his arms around Luhan's tiny waist, whispering into the Chinese exchange student's ear and giving it a slight nibble. Jongin feels his nails leaving harsh crescents in his palm. He pretends to check his phone when the couple walks past their table. And if Jongin's friends wanted to say something about the way he freezes at Chanyeol's melodious laughter, they don't.
But truthfully, Jongin wishes they did.
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