tearing you apart
tearing you apart
kris/kyungsoo
1095 words; nc-17
DIES HI this is a pwp ;n; teeeechnically this is my first attempt at porn, and the krisyeol is my second, but i finished this second, so we'll just assume this is my second attempt. ANYWAY THIS was because of a pact with hotarumyst in which things with krisoo porn aND THEN thundersquall AND hyperlydian AND lazychaoz JOINED IN AND SPAMMED ME ON TWITTER IT WAS AWFUL THEY ALL TAG TEAMED ME. i have your tweets saved.
so yeah, this is for you guys. please don't kill me if it's awful sobs ;____;
anyway! regardless of who it's for, i hope you all enjoy :D
be careful making wishes in the dark dark
can't be sure when they've hit their mark, mark
and besides in the mean, mean time
i'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
i'm in the de-details with the devil
so now the world can never get me on my level
i just got to get you out of the cage
i'm a young lover's rage
gonna need a spark to ignite
-my songs know what you did in the dark, fall out boy
Kyungsoo really doesn’t know how it ended up like this. There really should be a better reason for why Yifan has him pressed up against the wall, two fingers in his ass, stretching him out.
“Yifan, Yifan ge, please. Please,” Kyungsoo keens, arching his back. His nails dig into the wall, or try to, but they’re too blunt, so they slide against the plaster uselessly as Yifan sucks another hickey onto his neck, twisting his fingers at an angle. The tips of his fingers graze his prostate, and Kyungsoo whines loudly.
“Please what,” Yifan growls, and Kyungsoo bites back another whimper as Yifan hits that spot again directly, sending tremors throughout Kyungsoo’s body.
“I-” Kyungsoo tries to say, but his nerves are on fire and he knows Yifan is doing this on purpose, trying to get a reaction out of him. But he won’t give in; no, not Kyungsoo.
But then Yifan presses his fingers up again sharply and he sucks in a deep breath as Yifan kisses hungrily at his neck and presses Kyungsoo up into the wall. “Tell me, Kyungsoo,” he says, and Kyungsoo shuts his eyes, face turning red, because this is so embarrassing, so embarassing.
“I want,” Kyungsoo says again, and lets out a tiny sobbing noise as Yifan immediately slows down. “I want,” he whimpers, “I want everything you want - everything you want to do.”
Yifan laughs hollowly, breath ghosting along his neck, and Kyungsoo squirms against him. “What if I want to go slow and take my time with you? What if I want to go so slow that you beg me to go harder, faster, more, please, duizhang.”
He slows his fingers, and Kyungsoo can feel the grin against his shoulder.
“Kyungsoo, so willing to please,” Yifan breathes. His voice sounds like silk in his ears, low and sultry. “Call me duizhang,” he says, thrusting his fingers shallowly. “You’re so good at pronouncing things, Kyungsoo; say duizhang for me.”
“Dui-duizhang,” Kyungsoo tries saying. The word sounds foreign and awkward coming from his mouth, but Yifan groans and presses their mouths together, sucking on his tongue.
His finger slows so that they’re barely moving at all and Kyungsoo just wants to shove Yifan down onto the floor and ride his fingers because Yifan is a tease and he knows that.
“Duizhang,” Kyungsoo says again, whining. He pushes himself back onto Yifan’s fingers and groans as Yifan watches him with hooded eyes. He does it again, and again, until he’s riding on Yifan’s fingers and moans loudly when he hits his prostate. He quickly shuts his mouth, but Yifan presses his fingers again and and elicits another moan out of him.
“Stop holding back,” Yifan demands, and Kyungsoo resists the urge to roll his eyes. Or his hips. Either.
“So hurry up and stop teasing,” he retorts, and then tries not to feel too disappointed when Yifan removes his fingers.
It isn’t too long though before Yifan is slicking himself up with lube and gripping Kyungsoo’s hips, positioning himself. He laughs lowly into his neck and whispers, "Don't rush it; I wanna take my time before I stuff you so full you can't even breathe."
Kyungsoo makes these high pitched breathy noises that make Yifan growl and want to press him into the bed and pound into him until he can’t form any coherent words. The first press in is uncomfortable, but not anything Kyungsoo isn’t used to. He lets out a long sigh and wraps his arms around Yifan’s neck as Yifan’s cock slides into him. Kyungsoo can see him biting on his lip to hold back a moan, and rocks his hips gently to test the waters.
Kyungsoo grins and braces himself on Yifan, canting his hips down to push Yifan deeper into him, moaning as Yifan’s fingers dig into his thighs.
“Move,” he grunts, and Yifan gives him one fluttering look before he attaches his lips to Kyungsoo’s neck and sucks dark bruises onto the skin. His hips cant forward, and Kyungsoo sighs in approval, moving his own down to meet Yifan’s. They start a slow pace, Yifan pushing up as Kyungsoo pushes down, harsh grunts and soft breaths.
When Yifan brushes against his prostate, Kyungsoo sucks in a hard breath and digs his fingers into Yifan’s back, keening low in this throat. He barely has time to think before he’s slamming his own hips down and cries out as Yifan’s cock hits the sensitive nerves head on.
Yifan is moaning against Kyungsoo’s ear, biting the shell and then licking it apologetically. “Fuck,” he groans, “Kyungsoo, you’re so tight; feel so fucking good.”
Kyungsoo’s response in a whimper, and he loops his arms around Yifan’s neck, whose eyes are dilated and lips swollen and bruised. His hair sticks up in different directions, and there’s a large purple bruise right below his jawline that makes Kyungsoo’s head cloudy with lust. He rolls his hips, and Yifan’s voice breaks, tongue darting out to lick at his lips.
Kyungsoo leans forward to capture his bottom lip between his teeth, and tugs, and Yifan is grunting, pushing Kyungsoo up until he’s pressed flush against Yifan’ chest and the wall. His hips are jerking erratically at this point, head hitting the wall with each push and pull, and Yifan finally - finally wraps a hand around Kyungsoo’s cock, jerking him off, and soon Kyungsoo is trying to press himself down onto Yifan’s cock and thrust into the heat of Yifan’s fist at the same time. Yifan thumbs the slit of Kyungsoo’s cock, using the precome to stroke him faster, until Kyungsoo opens his mouth in a silent scream and comes hard, white streaks on both of their chests.
Yifan grips the back of Kyungsoo’s thighs and continues to thrust into him through Kyungsoo’s orgasm, head resting on Kyungsoo’s shoulder, and when Kyungsoo clenches one final time around him, stars explode behind his eyes and he’s coming, too, pressing an open mouthed kiss to Kyungsoo’s neck.
They both collapse onto the floor, Yifan’s chest heaving up and down as he struggles to collect himself. He feels, more than he hears, Kyungsoo laughing breathlessly. “That was your idea of a Valentine's Day present?”
Yifan grins. “Would you rather have had chocolates?”
“No,” Kyungsoo drawls, wrapping an arm around Yifan and pushing down until they’re lying on the floor together, Kyungsoo sprawled over Yifan’s chest, “This is nice, too.”
“Yeah?” Yifan asks, grinning. “Do I get to await White Day?”
kris/kyungsoo
1095 words; nc-17
DIES HI this is a pwp ;n; teeeechnically this is my first attempt at porn, and the krisyeol is my second, but i finished this second, so we'll just assume this is my second attempt. ANYWAY THIS was because of a pact with hotarumyst in which things with krisoo porn aND THEN thundersquall AND hyperlydian AND lazychaoz JOINED IN AND SPAMMED ME ON TWITTER IT WAS AWFUL THEY ALL TAG TEAMED ME. i have your tweets saved.
so yeah, this is for you guys. please don't kill me if it's awful sobs ;____;
anyway! regardless of who it's for, i hope you all enjoy :D
be careful making wishes in the dark dark
can't be sure when they've hit their mark, mark
and besides in the mean, mean time
i'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
i'm in the de-details with the devil
so now the world can never get me on my level
i just got to get you out of the cage
i'm a young lover's rage
gonna need a spark to ignite
-my songs know what you did in the dark, fall out boy
Kyungsoo really doesn’t know how it ended up like this. There really should be a better reason for why Yifan has him pressed up against the wall, two fingers in his ass, stretching him out.
“Yifan, Yifan ge, please. Please,” Kyungsoo keens, arching his back. His nails dig into the wall, or try to, but they’re too blunt, so they slide against the plaster uselessly as Yifan sucks another hickey onto his neck, twisting his fingers at an angle. The tips of his fingers graze his prostate, and Kyungsoo whines loudly.
“Please what,” Yifan growls, and Kyungsoo bites back another whimper as Yifan hits that spot again directly, sending tremors throughout Kyungsoo’s body.
“I-” Kyungsoo tries to say, but his nerves are on fire and he knows Yifan is doing this on purpose, trying to get a reaction out of him. But he won’t give in; no, not Kyungsoo.
But then Yifan presses his fingers up again sharply and he sucks in a deep breath as Yifan kisses hungrily at his neck and presses Kyungsoo up into the wall. “Tell me, Kyungsoo,” he says, and Kyungsoo shuts his eyes, face turning red, because this is so embarrassing, so embarassing.
“I want,” Kyungsoo says again, and lets out a tiny sobbing noise as Yifan immediately slows down. “I want,” he whimpers, “I want everything you want - everything you want to do.”
Yifan laughs hollowly, breath ghosting along his neck, and Kyungsoo squirms against him. “What if I want to go slow and take my time with you? What if I want to go so slow that you beg me to go harder, faster, more, please, duizhang.”
He slows his fingers, and Kyungsoo can feel the grin against his shoulder.
“Kyungsoo, so willing to please,” Yifan breathes. His voice sounds like silk in his ears, low and sultry. “Call me duizhang,” he says, thrusting his fingers shallowly. “You’re so good at pronouncing things, Kyungsoo; say duizhang for me.”
“Dui-duizhang,” Kyungsoo tries saying. The word sounds foreign and awkward coming from his mouth, but Yifan groans and presses their mouths together, sucking on his tongue.
His finger slows so that they’re barely moving at all and Kyungsoo just wants to shove Yifan down onto the floor and ride his fingers because Yifan is a tease and he knows that.
“Duizhang,” Kyungsoo says again, whining. He pushes himself back onto Yifan’s fingers and groans as Yifan watches him with hooded eyes. He does it again, and again, until he’s riding on Yifan’s fingers and moans loudly when he hits his prostate. He quickly shuts his mouth, but Yifan presses his fingers again and and elicits another moan out of him.
“Stop holding back,” Yifan demands, and Kyungsoo resists the urge to roll his eyes. Or his hips. Either.
“So hurry up and stop teasing,” he retorts, and then tries not to feel too disappointed when Yifan removes his fingers.
It isn’t too long though before Yifan is slicking himself up with lube and gripping Kyungsoo’s hips, positioning himself. He laughs lowly into his neck and whispers, "Don't rush it; I wanna take my time before I stuff you so full you can't even breathe."
Kyungsoo makes these high pitched breathy noises that make Yifan growl and want to press him into the bed and pound into him until he can’t form any coherent words. The first press in is uncomfortable, but not anything Kyungsoo isn’t used to. He lets out a long sigh and wraps his arms around Yifan’s neck as Yifan’s cock slides into him. Kyungsoo can see him biting on his lip to hold back a moan, and rocks his hips gently to test the waters.
Kyungsoo grins and braces himself on Yifan, canting his hips down to push Yifan deeper into him, moaning as Yifan’s fingers dig into his thighs.
“Move,” he grunts, and Yifan gives him one fluttering look before he attaches his lips to Kyungsoo’s neck and sucks dark bruises onto the skin. His hips cant forward, and Kyungsoo sighs in approval, moving his own down to meet Yifan’s. They start a slow pace, Yifan pushing up as Kyungsoo pushes down, harsh grunts and soft breaths.
When Yifan brushes against his prostate, Kyungsoo sucks in a hard breath and digs his fingers into Yifan’s back, keening low in this throat. He barely has time to think before he’s slamming his own hips down and cries out as Yifan’s cock hits the sensitive nerves head on.
Yifan is moaning against Kyungsoo’s ear, biting the shell and then licking it apologetically. “Fuck,” he groans, “Kyungsoo, you’re so tight; feel so fucking good.”
Kyungsoo’s response in a whimper, and he loops his arms around Yifan’s neck, whose eyes are dilated and lips swollen and bruised. His hair sticks up in different directions, and there’s a large purple bruise right below his jawline that makes Kyungsoo’s head cloudy with lust. He rolls his hips, and Yifan’s voice breaks, tongue darting out to lick at his lips.
Kyungsoo leans forward to capture his bottom lip between his teeth, and tugs, and Yifan is grunting, pushing Kyungsoo up until he’s pressed flush against Yifan’ chest and the wall. His hips are jerking erratically at this point, head hitting the wall with each push and pull, and Yifan finally - finally wraps a hand around Kyungsoo’s cock, jerking him off, and soon Kyungsoo is trying to press himself down onto Yifan’s cock and thrust into the heat of Yifan’s fist at the same time. Yifan thumbs the slit of Kyungsoo’s cock, using the precome to stroke him faster, until Kyungsoo opens his mouth in a silent scream and comes hard, white streaks on both of their chests.
Yifan grips the back of Kyungsoo’s thighs and continues to thrust into him through Kyungsoo’s orgasm, head resting on Kyungsoo’s shoulder, and when Kyungsoo clenches one final time around him, stars explode behind his eyes and he’s coming, too, pressing an open mouthed kiss to Kyungsoo’s neck.
They both collapse onto the floor, Yifan’s chest heaving up and down as he struggles to collect himself. He feels, more than he hears, Kyungsoo laughing breathlessly. “That was your idea of a Valentine's Day present?”
Yifan grins. “Would you rather have had chocolates?”
“No,” Kyungsoo drawls, wrapping an arm around Yifan and pushing down until they’re lying on the floor together, Kyungsoo sprawled over Yifan’s chest, “This is nice, too.”
“Yeah?” Yifan asks, grinning. “Do I get to await White Day?”