spice it, flavor it // for kimjongday
Title: spice it, flavor it
Recipient: kimjongday
Rating: NC-17
Length: 4,406 words
Side Pairing(s): N/A
Warning(s): [click to open]toys, spanking, pet play, rimming
Summary: Apparently, being married and having a sex life isn't possible. But Kyungsoo always finds a way around that.
Author's Note: hello dear recipient! you had very cute prompts and i fell for this one instantly. toward the end of writing it, i hit a terrible writer's block so i'm not sure if it came out okay, but i tried my hardest for you and i really hope you enjoy it! (title is taken from dev's 'in the dark')
Minseok and Kyungsoo have been dating for over four years. It’s on their five year anniversary when they’re on a vacation that Minseok decides to propose to the man that’s kicked down his walls and made a home in his heart.
Minseok is in a tuxedo that nearly costs more than their budget can handle and his caramel brown hair is fixed with gel to fall over his eyes perfectly as he gazes up at Kyungsoo with more love than the world can hold. The park’s large, majestic pond is next to them, the deep orange sun setting in the distance and the light sits just right on Kyungsoo’s face, creating an ethereal, golden glow. Minseok thinks he looks beautiful and he can feel his heart trying to break out of his chest from beating so hard.
He’s on one knee and there’s that special, velvet black box nestled in the palm of his hand. Resting inside on a scarlet cushion is a silver ring with a single, small diamond on top and the sunlight glints off it in the best way. Perhaps that’s why Kyungsoo’s eyes are wider than they’ve ever been, because the ring is the definition of perfection and his boyfriend of five years is offering it to him.
“Kyungsoo,” Minseok begins in a soft voice, tone steady from practice. Kyungsoo tears his eyes from the little sparkling band of silver to meet his, and Minseok pulls his lower lip between his teeth as his nerves catch up to him. He’s not sure if he deserves Kyungsoo this way anymore, especially when he looks so perfect with that expression of shock and disbelief and his hands covering his mouth. Minseok wants him so bad, more than he’s ever wanted anyone or anything, and he decides that he’s going to marry Do Kyungsoo no matter what.
“Will you marry me?” he finally asks, making sure to silently plead with his eyes as Kyungsoo realizes what’s happening, his own eyes growing even larger.
There’s a silence between them for a minute, the only noises clinging to the air the chirping of birds and the gasps of awe and excitement from a good distance away where the other park occupants are watching them. Minseok hears a couple kids squeal in delight and he can’t help the tender smile that tugs at his lips.
Kyungsoo’s features contort into a new expression after a few more moments, his eyes crinkling and lips grinning and Minseok swears he has never been so radiant, his heart practically stopping at the sight.
“Yes,” Kyungsoo finally answers, his smile threatening to split his face as he nods repeatedly. “God, Minseok, yes.”
Minseok’s heart feels like it bursts out of pure happiness in that moment and his legs are wobbly with the intensity of it all as he stands up and staggers into Kyungsoo’s waiting arms, his own wrapping around Kyungsoo’s lower back and tugging him impossibly close. He smells like the familiar laundry detergent they always use at their shared apartment and Minseok savors every bit of him as he feels fingers fisting the front of his blazer.
“I love you,” Kyungsoo murmurs into his neck, erupting into a fit of incredulous giggles. Right away, Minseok knows proposing was the right choice, because this is the laugh he wants to hear the rest of his life.
---
The wedding goes perfectly, exactly how they hope and their friends and family send them off on a week long honeymoon at Jeju Island. It’s nightfall by the time they’re driving to their hotel and there’s a certain tension filling the air as Minseok’s hand reaches to settle over Kyungsoo’s between the seats, his eyes still fixed on the road. Kyungsoo’s flicker to their hands, mesmerized by the way Minseok’s thumb gently rubs over his skin.
They get checked in and the room card is handed to them with a genuine smile and quick congratulations. The second they enter the room, the door shutting with a soft click, Kyungsoo grabs him by his blazer and pushes him back into the door, connecting their mouths with a desperate ferocity. He pants into Minseok’s lips, makes this unbearably irresistible sound before opening his hooded eyes to stare into Minseok’s and Minseok acts on instinct from there, nudging Kyungsoo backward until he’s falling onto the bed.
The way they undress each other is hot and needy, the components of their tuxedos scattered over the floor. Minseok is gentle and then passionate when Kyungsoo begs him with a slack jaw and arched back to go harder, faster, his nails digging crescents into Minseok’s shoulder blades and ankles crossed over his hips. Minseok rocks him into the bed, thrusts into him so good that Kyungsoo’s head is thrown back the whole time and they end the night with sweaty cuddles and lazy kisses, murmuring quiet I love you’s that don’t go unheard as they drift to sleep.
It’s the best night of Minseok’s life.
---
A couple weeks later, they’re back in Seoul, returning back to their everyday lives. They’re living in the same shared apartment they were before, but now, it’s different. Everything has changed. Instead of waking up next to his cute, sleeping boyfriend, Minseok is now waking up next to his cute, sleeping husband, and life has never felt so complete. He has never felt so complete, like the final piece of the puzzle has fit into place.
When the sunrise signals morning, Kyungsoo gets up, slips on one of Minseok’s shirts, and heads into the kitchen to make breakfast. He’s always been a good cook, and Minseok loves how he can kiss compliments into his husband’s neck while he wraps his arms around Kyungsoo, settling his chin on his shoulder so he can watch him crack eggs and flip pancakes. Judging by the way Kyungsoo always giggles and smiles into the kisses he presses against Minseok’s waiting mouth, he loves the title too, and just knowing that makes Minseok so happy that he could burst.
Kyungsoo makes him so happy. Kyungsoo is the one that brightens his day like sunshine. Kyungsoo, he finds out, is the best husband anyone could ask for.
And he loves Kyungsoo so fucking much.
---
“So, does your sex life still exist?” Baekhyun asks when they’re hanging out at their favorite local cafe one day, his mouth stretched into that smile that irks Minseok and shows his canine teeth.
“Yes, Kyungsoo and I still have sex, and it’s still good, thank you very much,” Minseok replies with annoyance obvious in his voice, tone like venom. His eyes roll back as he lifts his cup of coffee to take a couple sips, the warm beverage helping to alleviate his irritation.
It’s a nuisance that’s been there ever since he told his friends and family he was dating Kyungsoo. They were very happy for them, and Minseok appreciates that greatly, but after the years went by and he announced they were getting married, their input changed. They still had a positive and accepting attitude, but they started swarming him with remarks about how his sex life would begin dying out the second he got married.
His parents were the ones who contributed most to it, telling him that it wouldn’t take long for him and Kyungsoo to get bored of each other when it comes to the bedroom and Minseok was undoubtedly pissed off, not wanting to believe such absurd things. They love each other, and marriage isn’t going to ruin their fun. And even if it did, it wouldn’t matter because love can exist without sex, and Minseok knows his love for Do Kyungsoo will never die out.
“Baek,” Yifan speaks up for the first time since they gathered here, eyes still locked on his phone as he scrolls through social media. “Stop obsessing over their sex life. It’s none of your business.”
“Aw, come on,” Baekhyun whines with his lips jutting into a pout, arm slinging over his boyfriend’s shoulders to pull him closer. “I’m just being a loving friend who cares about them getting enough. It’s an important matter.”
“More like sticking your nose into our business,” Minseok corrects him before peering down at his vibrating phone to see a text notification sitting on the screen, a smile sneaking onto his lips when he opens it to find that it’s from Kyungsoo.
From: Soo ♡
Thinking about you.
The words have him grinning and his heart flutters, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he types a reply and he kind of expects it, but doesn’t at the same time when Baekhyun reaches over the table and snatches his phone from his grasp, leaving Minseok gaping and hissing at him to give it back.
“Oooh, he’s thinking about you,” Baekhyun teases, leaning back out of reach when Minseok tries to grab it. “I wonder what way he’s thinking about you.”
“Give it!” Minseok growls, expression showing nothing but frustration.
“Is he just thinking about your oh so handsome smile? Or is he thinking about something else?” Baekhyun continues shamelessly, Yifan not bothering to restrain his boyfriend anymore. He just sits there next to him, thumbs swiping across his screen.
“Don’t even start, dickhead,” Minseok seethes, finally reclaiming his phone and making sure to hold it close.
“You know I’m right,” Baekhyun says with a wink, and coincidentally Minseok receives a second text that has his breath hitching and body heating up.
From: Soo ♡
Just got home from work. I took a shower and I’m laying on the bed. I can’t stop thinking about you…
“What did he say?” Baekhyun inquires with a cheeky grin, attempting to sneak a peek at the screen but Minseok stands from his seat, clearing his throat. “Nothing. I...I need to use the restroom. Be right back.”
He speed walks to the restrooms and Baekhyun turns to Yifan, giving a suggestive wiggle of his brows that Yifan responds to with a raise of his own.
Minseok slips into the men’s bathroom, checking the stalls and becoming grateful that he’s alone before he locks the door, slumping against it and unlocking his phone. His tongue darts out to wet the corner of his lips as he sends a reply.
To: Soo ♡
Are you teasing me?
From: Soo ♡
Maybe.
Minseok lets out a soft sound of amusement, the door pleasantly cool against his clothed back and then his phone vibrates again.
From: Soo ♡
I wish you were here...I want you to touch me...
A fiery line of arousal burns down to Minseok’s gut and a low groan escapes the confines of his throat, his free hand traveling down to undo his jeans so he can slide it inside and cup his erection through his boxers. His hips buck a little at the feeling and the first rub is delicious, the way it floods his body with pleasure causing his head to tip back against the door, eyes closed. He only opens them to look at his screen with hazy eyes.
From: Soo ♡
You’re not replying. Are you touching yourself?
Minseok moans, squeezing his bulge and savoring the throb that pulses through his length at the attention.
To: Soo ♡
Yeah…
From: Soo ♡
Me too.
To: Soo ♡
Fuck.
Another noise of pleasure spills from his mouth and Minseok can feel his chest beginning to heave, can feel the thrum of excitement filling his veins. His toes are curling inside his shoes and he’s so turned on he can barely think straight, mind clouded with nothing but lust and images of his husband on their bed at home.
From: Soo ♡
I want you so bad...I need your hands on me…
To: Soo ♡
Where do you want my hands?
From: Soo ♡
I want them on my thighs, spreading them apart so you can put your face between them.
Minseok shivers against the door, sliding his thumb over the damp patch in his boxers where the tip of his cock is.
To: Soo ♡
I wish I could have your thighs cushioning my head.
From: Soo ♡
Tell me what else you want…
His cock is aching, and Minseok palms it one more time before giving in to his instincts and pushing down his boxers, wrapping his fingers around heated skin. The crown is a nice shade of red and he curses under his breath, imagining Kyungsoo laid out on the sheets with his legs spread and face contorted into desire.
To: Soo ♡
I want you under me...I want you breathing hard and moaning my name…
From: Soo ♡
Keep going…
To: Soo ♡
I want to see you arch off the bed when I thrust into you. I want to feel your nails in my back while I fuck you.
From: Soo ♡
Fuck, Minseok…
To: Soo ♡
I want to bite down on your neck when you throw your head back. I want to pin your wrists to the bed so you can’t escape…
Minseok digs his teeth into his lip, brows furrowing as he fights to hold back the sounds trying to rip from his throat. His hand is speeding up on his dick, hips thrusting into his tight grip and less than a minute later there’s a knot forming in his gut, the pressure building.
From: Soo ♡
Oh god, I’m so close. Minseok, please.
To: Soo ♡
You like that, huh? You like it when I take control of you.
From: Soo ♡
Yes. Oh my fucking god, yes.
To: Soo ♡
I wish you were here right now...I could pin you against the wall of this restroom and take you like that. I’d let your pants drop to the floor and fuck you from behind.
From: Soo ♡
I’m gonna come. Oh god.
Minseok moans out, the pleasure mounting and mounting and mounting before it reaches a peak and he releases a sharp grunt as the knot in his lower regions finally combusts, his orgasm rushing through him in waves. It takes his breath away effortlessly and he pants heavily, making low, whimpering sounds of satisfaction as the aftershocks follow. His hand and shirt is laced with sticky white and he breathes out a deep sigh, staggering over to the sinks on wobbly legs so he can fetch a paper towel. When his hand and shirt is clean (for the most part), he texts back.
To: Soo ♡
I just came. Fuck, Soo, it was so good.
From: Soo ♡
So was mine ;)
A lazy smile blooms on Minseok’s lips and he leans against the counter as he tucks himself back into his jeans.
To: Soo ♡
I’m coming home now. I’ll be there soon.
From: Soo ♡
Good. I have a little surprise for you ♥
He doesn’t bother saying bye to Baekhyun and Yifan on his way out, only focused on getting home so he can see what Kyungsoo has in store for him. The anticipation is already brewing.
---
When Minseok gets home, the house is dark and sheathed with silence. The only thing breaking it is the slow ticking of the clock in the living room and he looks around, observing how absolutely nothing is on, even the TV. The TV is always left on around this time of day even when nobody’s watching it.
“Kyungsoo?”
Curiosity trickles in slowly until it’s leading him towards the hallway and his ears tune in when there’s the faint thumping of feet on wooden flooring. It’s emanating from the bedroom and Minseok can feel his heart flip like a pancake as he saunters closer to the door, fingers grasping the knob with a tinge of hesitance. It’s quiet again and he takes a moment to listen for any more sounds before internally bracing himself and breathing out deeply, cautiously pushing the door open.
What he sees inside, he does not expect. At all.
Kyungsoo, his ever so lovely husband, is sitting at the foot of the bed, dressed in nothing but one of Minseok’s white button ups. The sleeves are long enough to engulf his hands and his legs are so enticingly bare, the fair skin of his plush thighs and pretty calves contrasting in the best way with the deep oxford blue of the comforter. The sight has Minseok swallowing hard as arousal immediately sinks into his gut and it only burns hotter when he spots the black cat ears perched on Kyungsoo’s head, the accessory making him look even more ravishing somehow.
“Hi,” Kyungsoo says, voice a low purr that heads straight to Minseok’s groin, his jeans feeling tighter than they were a couple minutes ago.
“Hi,” he manages back, tone a bit shaky.
“Do you…” Kyungsoo begins slowly, eyes flitting to his own body to emphasize his words before meeting Minseok’s again. “...like?”
Minseok can’t help staring, shamelessly running his gaze over exposed skin and tracing Kyungsoo’s features as lust dances across them before licking his lips and answering.
“I love,” he breathes, having the sudden urge to get closer so he starts walking, his steps unhurried. His knees gently bump the edge of the mattress before he lifts one to crawl up and Kyungsoo tucks his lip between his teeth, eyes hooded as he scoots back to give him room. Minseok’s stare on him is scorching, his desires emerging from beneath the surface to play across his face and Kyungsoo’s next breath comes out shuddered when Minseok fits himself between his legs, leaning down and taking his wrists to pin them down with a gentle kind of force. Their lips brush and the sparks are enough to test Kyungsoo’s patience, toes curling into the comforter and heart accelerating.
“You did this for me?” Minseok whispers, the words ghosting over Kyungsoo’s cheek as Minseok dips further to trail teasing kisses along his jawline. Kyungsoo inhales sharply, curling his fingers into fists and letting his eyes flutter shut as tingles follow the path of his husband’s lips.
“I wanted to try something new,” he murmurs, a soft moan sitting at the back of his throat as Minseok travels down to the side of his neck, tonguing over the delectable skin. When he moves back up, the tip of his nose nudges the flushing lobe of Kyungsoo’s ear and Kyungsoo bites back a smile, enjoying the feeling before looking up into Minseok’s eyes.
“Well if your goal was to seduce me,” he thumbs over Kyungsoo’s lower lip, watches it gently pop back into place. “It’s working.”
“Good,” Kyungsoo mumbles against his thumb, pressing a lazy kiss against it before sucking it into the heat of his mouth and Minseok curses quietly, his free hand tightening its grasp on Kyungsoo’s wrist as a tongue laves against the digit. Minseok pulls it out and doesn’t waste time to capture Kyungsoo’s lips in a firm kiss, waiting a few seconds before licking through them.
“I need you,” Kyungsoo pants when they separate, their breathing heavy and loud in the room. “Minseok, please.”
He looks so needy like this, cheeks dusted red and dark eyes lidded and the words remind Minseok of earlier, when they were texting. Kyungsoo had said the same words, begging him, asking him for more, and the fact that he was on this bed and touching himself sends Minseok into a frenzy. Adrenaline rushes through his veins, has his need for the man under him spiking dangerously and Minseok lets out a breathy groan, crushes their mouths back together.
The kiss is hot and desperate and a bit of a mess just like them, Kyungsoo gasping when teeth latch onto his puffy lip to tug and Minseok makes a pleased noise, soothing the nip with a quick swipe of his tongue before sitting up on his knees and dragging Kyungsoo with him.
“Minseok,” he moans when said person’s hands slide down his back to his ass, taking his cheeks to squeeze and spread them. Kyungsoo clings to him with his nails digging into his shoulders and he quivers with another moan when Minseok discovers the black tail hanging between his legs, running his fingers through the fur.
“Fuck,” Minseok hisses, pleasantly surprised. “Is this a buttplug?”
"Maybe," Kyungsoo breathes out, feeling himself clench around it when Minseok traces the sensitive skin of his rim with a testing finger, soaking in the tremble that runs through Kyungsoo's thighs. He bites down on Minseok's neck, a whimper tearing past his throat at the stimulation. All of his reactions are making Minseok harder by the second and he growls, pushing him back down with a ferocity that has Kyungsoo gasping before the pretty sound is being swallowed by Minseok's lips.
“Minseok,” the younger sobs out when said person’s hand slithers down between them, taking his weeping cock and stroking with a teasing pressure that has Kyungsoo exhaling sharply and throwing his head back, thighs shaking and hips rolling up. Minseok’s palm is so nice touching his skin, the way he squeezes him causing Kyungsoo to buck into his grip for more. His jaw is slack, his sounds silent as his husband’s ministrations continue and Minseok licks his lips at the sight, eyes hooded as he takes in every little reaction to the pleasure.
“So pretty,” he susurrates, bending down to open his shirt and flick his tongue over a hard nipple and Kyungsoo keens, arching into it with a whine.
“Please,” he pants, fingers turning white where they’re digging into the comforter.
“I love when you beg,” Minseok says, a smirk shaping his lips before Kyungsoo finds himself being flipped over onto his hands and knees by strong hands, their grip solid as they hold him in place, fingers digging into his ass cheeks. He can almost hear the wet sound of the elder licking his lips and the feeling of the tail plug pulling out with a hot, slick tongue pressing against his rim afterward has his body reacting with a sharp jerk, nails cutting into the comforter. He whines loud, face contorted in euphoria as Minseok eats him out like a pro and it takes every bit of Kyungsoo’s strength to not lose it when a hand lands on his ass, the slap resonating throughout the bedroom.
“Fuck,” he cries, tremors racing through his legs at the amazing sting. “Minseok.”
“That’s it, moan my name,” Minseok entices, his deep voice so delicious as the vibrations make Kyungsoo’s muscles flutter. They clench involuntarily when Minseok’s tongue pushes past them and the younger shakes, shivers at the stimulation, cock dripping with precome as he’s given another spank.
“Please,” he wheezes, moaning into the sheets when another shot of pain surges up his spine, the hit stronger than the previous two. The room is so hot, so humid, so warm, so suffocating. Kyungsoo feels like he can’t breathe, mouth stuck in its open position as pleasure drizzles down his insides and all he can do is take it, revel in the tendrils of ecstasy. His husband is so good at this, so so good and all he wants is to feel this every day for the rest of his life.
“You want me to fuck you, my pretty kitty?” Minseok inquires, fetching the lube from the bedside drawer. The sound of it closing makes Kyungsoo throb with anticipation.
“Yes,” he manages with tired lungs, whimpering when Minseok’s finger traces him before slipping inside, feeling him thoroughly. He’s already stretched from the toy, but Minseok likes to tease, to encourage that build up of sexual frustration in the younger.
“God, you look so fuckable,” he remarks, lip pulled between his teeth and Kyungsoo groans, thrusting his ass back.
“Then fuck me,” he hisses, growing impatient and a bit annoyed and Minseok chuckles a bit, removing his finger only to replace it with a hard, pulsing, lubed cock. He’s slightly wide in girth, the length filling Kyungsoo up so nicely and the latter moans, feeling a hand groom his dark strands before it tugs with force, bringing his head back.
“You feel so good, my kitty,” Minseok murmurs, nosing at the cat ears and nibbling along a sensitive neck, the skin bristling at the touch. Kyungsoo shudders out a breath, body aching with want.
“Move, please, mo--” he’s broken off by his own gasp when his husband’s hips begin rocking forward, their pace increasing by the seconds and Minseok grunts, dick surrounded by velvety walls, sweat wetting his hairline. A particularly hard snap has the younger’s arms giving out and he’s left sobbing into the bed with his ass in the air as Minseok fucks it, the front of his thighs meeting the back of Kyungsoo’s.
“Fuck--” he curses, Minseok’s tongue now sliding over his earlobe, his flush deepening. “I’m already-- oh god-- close--”
“Is my pretty kitty about to come?” Minseok purrs, taking handfuls of Kyungsoo’s ass and squeezing to hear the following mewl. He nods furiously, panting hard and fast, skin covered in sweat. Minseok hums, pleased, lowering a hand to jerk Kyungsoo to his pace.
“Go on, lose it for me,” he growls lowly, biting down on his husband’s neck, the tinge of pain triggering the tidal wave of Kyungsoo’s orgasm. It washes over him, takes him apart in the best way and Minseok watches all of it, feels all of it with his own body. Kyungsoo is writhing against him from the immense pleasure and a choked noise escapes his throat when Minseok’s thumb brushes over his slit, the feeling too much.
“Fuck,” Minseok breathes, letting go of Kyungsoo’s cock and falling forward as his own climax rips through him, forcing his hips to stutter in his release. The younger contracts around him, drawing the last shocks of it from him and Minseok sighs in satisfaction, pulling himself out shortly after and collapsing beside Kyungsoo who settles himself on his back, heavy eyes on the ceiling.
“You’re so good at fucking me,” he comments, tossing Minseok a little smile and snuggling close. The elder returns it, fingers taking the cat ears off Kyungsoo’s head and then putting them to his own mouth so he can bite on one playfully.
“Maybe next time I’ll be your pretty kitty,” he suggests with a wiggle of his brows, and Kyungsoo laughs that laugh that Minseok is in love with.
But he’ll always be more in love with the person it comes from.
Recipient: kimjongday
Rating: NC-17
Length: 4,406 words
Side Pairing(s): N/A
Warning(s): [click to open]toys, spanking, pet play, rimming
Summary: Apparently, being married and having a sex life isn't possible. But Kyungsoo always finds a way around that.
Author's Note: hello dear recipient! you had very cute prompts and i fell for this one instantly. toward the end of writing it, i hit a terrible writer's block so i'm not sure if it came out okay, but i tried my hardest for you and i really hope you enjoy it! (title is taken from dev's 'in the dark')
Minseok and Kyungsoo have been dating for over four years. It’s on their five year anniversary when they’re on a vacation that Minseok decides to propose to the man that’s kicked down his walls and made a home in his heart.
Minseok is in a tuxedo that nearly costs more than their budget can handle and his caramel brown hair is fixed with gel to fall over his eyes perfectly as he gazes up at Kyungsoo with more love than the world can hold. The park’s large, majestic pond is next to them, the deep orange sun setting in the distance and the light sits just right on Kyungsoo’s face, creating an ethereal, golden glow. Minseok thinks he looks beautiful and he can feel his heart trying to break out of his chest from beating so hard.
He’s on one knee and there’s that special, velvet black box nestled in the palm of his hand. Resting inside on a scarlet cushion is a silver ring with a single, small diamond on top and the sunlight glints off it in the best way. Perhaps that’s why Kyungsoo’s eyes are wider than they’ve ever been, because the ring is the definition of perfection and his boyfriend of five years is offering it to him.
“Kyungsoo,” Minseok begins in a soft voice, tone steady from practice. Kyungsoo tears his eyes from the little sparkling band of silver to meet his, and Minseok pulls his lower lip between his teeth as his nerves catch up to him. He’s not sure if he deserves Kyungsoo this way anymore, especially when he looks so perfect with that expression of shock and disbelief and his hands covering his mouth. Minseok wants him so bad, more than he’s ever wanted anyone or anything, and he decides that he’s going to marry Do Kyungsoo no matter what.
“Will you marry me?” he finally asks, making sure to silently plead with his eyes as Kyungsoo realizes what’s happening, his own eyes growing even larger.
There’s a silence between them for a minute, the only noises clinging to the air the chirping of birds and the gasps of awe and excitement from a good distance away where the other park occupants are watching them. Minseok hears a couple kids squeal in delight and he can’t help the tender smile that tugs at his lips.
Kyungsoo’s features contort into a new expression after a few more moments, his eyes crinkling and lips grinning and Minseok swears he has never been so radiant, his heart practically stopping at the sight.
“Yes,” Kyungsoo finally answers, his smile threatening to split his face as he nods repeatedly. “God, Minseok, yes.”
Minseok’s heart feels like it bursts out of pure happiness in that moment and his legs are wobbly with the intensity of it all as he stands up and staggers into Kyungsoo’s waiting arms, his own wrapping around Kyungsoo’s lower back and tugging him impossibly close. He smells like the familiar laundry detergent they always use at their shared apartment and Minseok savors every bit of him as he feels fingers fisting the front of his blazer.
“I love you,” Kyungsoo murmurs into his neck, erupting into a fit of incredulous giggles. Right away, Minseok knows proposing was the right choice, because this is the laugh he wants to hear the rest of his life.
---
The wedding goes perfectly, exactly how they hope and their friends and family send them off on a week long honeymoon at Jeju Island. It’s nightfall by the time they’re driving to their hotel and there’s a certain tension filling the air as Minseok’s hand reaches to settle over Kyungsoo’s between the seats, his eyes still fixed on the road. Kyungsoo’s flicker to their hands, mesmerized by the way Minseok’s thumb gently rubs over his skin.
They get checked in and the room card is handed to them with a genuine smile and quick congratulations. The second they enter the room, the door shutting with a soft click, Kyungsoo grabs him by his blazer and pushes him back into the door, connecting their mouths with a desperate ferocity. He pants into Minseok’s lips, makes this unbearably irresistible sound before opening his hooded eyes to stare into Minseok’s and Minseok acts on instinct from there, nudging Kyungsoo backward until he’s falling onto the bed.
The way they undress each other is hot and needy, the components of their tuxedos scattered over the floor. Minseok is gentle and then passionate when Kyungsoo begs him with a slack jaw and arched back to go harder, faster, his nails digging crescents into Minseok’s shoulder blades and ankles crossed over his hips. Minseok rocks him into the bed, thrusts into him so good that Kyungsoo’s head is thrown back the whole time and they end the night with sweaty cuddles and lazy kisses, murmuring quiet I love you’s that don’t go unheard as they drift to sleep.
It’s the best night of Minseok’s life.
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A couple weeks later, they’re back in Seoul, returning back to their everyday lives. They’re living in the same shared apartment they were before, but now, it’s different. Everything has changed. Instead of waking up next to his cute, sleeping boyfriend, Minseok is now waking up next to his cute, sleeping husband, and life has never felt so complete. He has never felt so complete, like the final piece of the puzzle has fit into place.
When the sunrise signals morning, Kyungsoo gets up, slips on one of Minseok’s shirts, and heads into the kitchen to make breakfast. He’s always been a good cook, and Minseok loves how he can kiss compliments into his husband’s neck while he wraps his arms around Kyungsoo, settling his chin on his shoulder so he can watch him crack eggs and flip pancakes. Judging by the way Kyungsoo always giggles and smiles into the kisses he presses against Minseok’s waiting mouth, he loves the title too, and just knowing that makes Minseok so happy that he could burst.
Kyungsoo makes him so happy. Kyungsoo is the one that brightens his day like sunshine. Kyungsoo, he finds out, is the best husband anyone could ask for.
And he loves Kyungsoo so fucking much.
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“So, does your sex life still exist?” Baekhyun asks when they’re hanging out at their favorite local cafe one day, his mouth stretched into that smile that irks Minseok and shows his canine teeth.
“Yes, Kyungsoo and I still have sex, and it’s still good, thank you very much,” Minseok replies with annoyance obvious in his voice, tone like venom. His eyes roll back as he lifts his cup of coffee to take a couple sips, the warm beverage helping to alleviate his irritation.
It’s a nuisance that’s been there ever since he told his friends and family he was dating Kyungsoo. They were very happy for them, and Minseok appreciates that greatly, but after the years went by and he announced they were getting married, their input changed. They still had a positive and accepting attitude, but they started swarming him with remarks about how his sex life would begin dying out the second he got married.
His parents were the ones who contributed most to it, telling him that it wouldn’t take long for him and Kyungsoo to get bored of each other when it comes to the bedroom and Minseok was undoubtedly pissed off, not wanting to believe such absurd things. They love each other, and marriage isn’t going to ruin their fun. And even if it did, it wouldn’t matter because love can exist without sex, and Minseok knows his love for Do Kyungsoo will never die out.
“Baek,” Yifan speaks up for the first time since they gathered here, eyes still locked on his phone as he scrolls through social media. “Stop obsessing over their sex life. It’s none of your business.”
“Aw, come on,” Baekhyun whines with his lips jutting into a pout, arm slinging over his boyfriend’s shoulders to pull him closer. “I’m just being a loving friend who cares about them getting enough. It’s an important matter.”
“More like sticking your nose into our business,” Minseok corrects him before peering down at his vibrating phone to see a text notification sitting on the screen, a smile sneaking onto his lips when he opens it to find that it’s from Kyungsoo.
From: Soo ♡
Thinking about you.
The words have him grinning and his heart flutters, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he types a reply and he kind of expects it, but doesn’t at the same time when Baekhyun reaches over the table and snatches his phone from his grasp, leaving Minseok gaping and hissing at him to give it back.
“Oooh, he’s thinking about you,” Baekhyun teases, leaning back out of reach when Minseok tries to grab it. “I wonder what way he’s thinking about you.”
“Give it!” Minseok growls, expression showing nothing but frustration.
“Is he just thinking about your oh so handsome smile? Or is he thinking about something else?” Baekhyun continues shamelessly, Yifan not bothering to restrain his boyfriend anymore. He just sits there next to him, thumbs swiping across his screen.
“Don’t even start, dickhead,” Minseok seethes, finally reclaiming his phone and making sure to hold it close.
“You know I’m right,” Baekhyun says with a wink, and coincidentally Minseok receives a second text that has his breath hitching and body heating up.
From: Soo ♡
Just got home from work. I took a shower and I’m laying on the bed. I can’t stop thinking about you…
“What did he say?” Baekhyun inquires with a cheeky grin, attempting to sneak a peek at the screen but Minseok stands from his seat, clearing his throat. “Nothing. I...I need to use the restroom. Be right back.”
He speed walks to the restrooms and Baekhyun turns to Yifan, giving a suggestive wiggle of his brows that Yifan responds to with a raise of his own.
Minseok slips into the men’s bathroom, checking the stalls and becoming grateful that he’s alone before he locks the door, slumping against it and unlocking his phone. His tongue darts out to wet the corner of his lips as he sends a reply.
To: Soo ♡
Are you teasing me?
From: Soo ♡
Maybe.
Minseok lets out a soft sound of amusement, the door pleasantly cool against his clothed back and then his phone vibrates again.
From: Soo ♡
I wish you were here...I want you to touch me...
A fiery line of arousal burns down to Minseok’s gut and a low groan escapes the confines of his throat, his free hand traveling down to undo his jeans so he can slide it inside and cup his erection through his boxers. His hips buck a little at the feeling and the first rub is delicious, the way it floods his body with pleasure causing his head to tip back against the door, eyes closed. He only opens them to look at his screen with hazy eyes.
From: Soo ♡
You’re not replying. Are you touching yourself?
Minseok moans, squeezing his bulge and savoring the throb that pulses through his length at the attention.
To: Soo ♡
Yeah…
From: Soo ♡
Me too.
To: Soo ♡
Fuck.
Another noise of pleasure spills from his mouth and Minseok can feel his chest beginning to heave, can feel the thrum of excitement filling his veins. His toes are curling inside his shoes and he’s so turned on he can barely think straight, mind clouded with nothing but lust and images of his husband on their bed at home.
From: Soo ♡
I want you so bad...I need your hands on me…
To: Soo ♡
Where do you want my hands?
From: Soo ♡
I want them on my thighs, spreading them apart so you can put your face between them.
Minseok shivers against the door, sliding his thumb over the damp patch in his boxers where the tip of his cock is.
To: Soo ♡
I wish I could have your thighs cushioning my head.
From: Soo ♡
Tell me what else you want…
His cock is aching, and Minseok palms it one more time before giving in to his instincts and pushing down his boxers, wrapping his fingers around heated skin. The crown is a nice shade of red and he curses under his breath, imagining Kyungsoo laid out on the sheets with his legs spread and face contorted into desire.
To: Soo ♡
I want you under me...I want you breathing hard and moaning my name…
From: Soo ♡
Keep going…
To: Soo ♡
I want to see you arch off the bed when I thrust into you. I want to feel your nails in my back while I fuck you.
From: Soo ♡
Fuck, Minseok…
To: Soo ♡
I want to bite down on your neck when you throw your head back. I want to pin your wrists to the bed so you can’t escape…
Minseok digs his teeth into his lip, brows furrowing as he fights to hold back the sounds trying to rip from his throat. His hand is speeding up on his dick, hips thrusting into his tight grip and less than a minute later there’s a knot forming in his gut, the pressure building.
From: Soo ♡
Oh god, I’m so close. Minseok, please.
To: Soo ♡
You like that, huh? You like it when I take control of you.
From: Soo ♡
Yes. Oh my fucking god, yes.
To: Soo ♡
I wish you were here right now...I could pin you against the wall of this restroom and take you like that. I’d let your pants drop to the floor and fuck you from behind.
From: Soo ♡
I’m gonna come. Oh god.
Minseok moans out, the pleasure mounting and mounting and mounting before it reaches a peak and he releases a sharp grunt as the knot in his lower regions finally combusts, his orgasm rushing through him in waves. It takes his breath away effortlessly and he pants heavily, making low, whimpering sounds of satisfaction as the aftershocks follow. His hand and shirt is laced with sticky white and he breathes out a deep sigh, staggering over to the sinks on wobbly legs so he can fetch a paper towel. When his hand and shirt is clean (for the most part), he texts back.
To: Soo ♡
I just came. Fuck, Soo, it was so good.
From: Soo ♡
So was mine ;)
A lazy smile blooms on Minseok’s lips and he leans against the counter as he tucks himself back into his jeans.
To: Soo ♡
I’m coming home now. I’ll be there soon.
From: Soo ♡
Good. I have a little surprise for you ♥
He doesn’t bother saying bye to Baekhyun and Yifan on his way out, only focused on getting home so he can see what Kyungsoo has in store for him. The anticipation is already brewing.
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When Minseok gets home, the house is dark and sheathed with silence. The only thing breaking it is the slow ticking of the clock in the living room and he looks around, observing how absolutely nothing is on, even the TV. The TV is always left on around this time of day even when nobody’s watching it.
“Kyungsoo?”
Curiosity trickles in slowly until it’s leading him towards the hallway and his ears tune in when there’s the faint thumping of feet on wooden flooring. It’s emanating from the bedroom and Minseok can feel his heart flip like a pancake as he saunters closer to the door, fingers grasping the knob with a tinge of hesitance. It’s quiet again and he takes a moment to listen for any more sounds before internally bracing himself and breathing out deeply, cautiously pushing the door open.
What he sees inside, he does not expect. At all.
Kyungsoo, his ever so lovely husband, is sitting at the foot of the bed, dressed in nothing but one of Minseok’s white button ups. The sleeves are long enough to engulf his hands and his legs are so enticingly bare, the fair skin of his plush thighs and pretty calves contrasting in the best way with the deep oxford blue of the comforter. The sight has Minseok swallowing hard as arousal immediately sinks into his gut and it only burns hotter when he spots the black cat ears perched on Kyungsoo’s head, the accessory making him look even more ravishing somehow.
“Hi,” Kyungsoo says, voice a low purr that heads straight to Minseok’s groin, his jeans feeling tighter than they were a couple minutes ago.
“Hi,” he manages back, tone a bit shaky.
“Do you…” Kyungsoo begins slowly, eyes flitting to his own body to emphasize his words before meeting Minseok’s again. “...like?”
Minseok can’t help staring, shamelessly running his gaze over exposed skin and tracing Kyungsoo’s features as lust dances across them before licking his lips and answering.
“I love,” he breathes, having the sudden urge to get closer so he starts walking, his steps unhurried. His knees gently bump the edge of the mattress before he lifts one to crawl up and Kyungsoo tucks his lip between his teeth, eyes hooded as he scoots back to give him room. Minseok’s stare on him is scorching, his desires emerging from beneath the surface to play across his face and Kyungsoo’s next breath comes out shuddered when Minseok fits himself between his legs, leaning down and taking his wrists to pin them down with a gentle kind of force. Their lips brush and the sparks are enough to test Kyungsoo’s patience, toes curling into the comforter and heart accelerating.
“You did this for me?” Minseok whispers, the words ghosting over Kyungsoo’s cheek as Minseok dips further to trail teasing kisses along his jawline. Kyungsoo inhales sharply, curling his fingers into fists and letting his eyes flutter shut as tingles follow the path of his husband’s lips.
“I wanted to try something new,” he murmurs, a soft moan sitting at the back of his throat as Minseok travels down to the side of his neck, tonguing over the delectable skin. When he moves back up, the tip of his nose nudges the flushing lobe of Kyungsoo’s ear and Kyungsoo bites back a smile, enjoying the feeling before looking up into Minseok’s eyes.
“Well if your goal was to seduce me,” he thumbs over Kyungsoo’s lower lip, watches it gently pop back into place. “It’s working.”
“Good,” Kyungsoo mumbles against his thumb, pressing a lazy kiss against it before sucking it into the heat of his mouth and Minseok curses quietly, his free hand tightening its grasp on Kyungsoo’s wrist as a tongue laves against the digit. Minseok pulls it out and doesn’t waste time to capture Kyungsoo’s lips in a firm kiss, waiting a few seconds before licking through them.
“I need you,” Kyungsoo pants when they separate, their breathing heavy and loud in the room. “Minseok, please.”
He looks so needy like this, cheeks dusted red and dark eyes lidded and the words remind Minseok of earlier, when they were texting. Kyungsoo had said the same words, begging him, asking him for more, and the fact that he was on this bed and touching himself sends Minseok into a frenzy. Adrenaline rushes through his veins, has his need for the man under him spiking dangerously and Minseok lets out a breathy groan, crushes their mouths back together.
The kiss is hot and desperate and a bit of a mess just like them, Kyungsoo gasping when teeth latch onto his puffy lip to tug and Minseok makes a pleased noise, soothing the nip with a quick swipe of his tongue before sitting up on his knees and dragging Kyungsoo with him.
“Minseok,” he moans when said person’s hands slide down his back to his ass, taking his cheeks to squeeze and spread them. Kyungsoo clings to him with his nails digging into his shoulders and he quivers with another moan when Minseok discovers the black tail hanging between his legs, running his fingers through the fur.
“Fuck,” Minseok hisses, pleasantly surprised. “Is this a buttplug?”
"Maybe," Kyungsoo breathes out, feeling himself clench around it when Minseok traces the sensitive skin of his rim with a testing finger, soaking in the tremble that runs through Kyungsoo's thighs. He bites down on Minseok's neck, a whimper tearing past his throat at the stimulation. All of his reactions are making Minseok harder by the second and he growls, pushing him back down with a ferocity that has Kyungsoo gasping before the pretty sound is being swallowed by Minseok's lips.
“Minseok,” the younger sobs out when said person’s hand slithers down between them, taking his weeping cock and stroking with a teasing pressure that has Kyungsoo exhaling sharply and throwing his head back, thighs shaking and hips rolling up. Minseok’s palm is so nice touching his skin, the way he squeezes him causing Kyungsoo to buck into his grip for more. His jaw is slack, his sounds silent as his husband’s ministrations continue and Minseok licks his lips at the sight, eyes hooded as he takes in every little reaction to the pleasure.
“So pretty,” he susurrates, bending down to open his shirt and flick his tongue over a hard nipple and Kyungsoo keens, arching into it with a whine.
“Please,” he pants, fingers turning white where they’re digging into the comforter.
“I love when you beg,” Minseok says, a smirk shaping his lips before Kyungsoo finds himself being flipped over onto his hands and knees by strong hands, their grip solid as they hold him in place, fingers digging into his ass cheeks. He can almost hear the wet sound of the elder licking his lips and the feeling of the tail plug pulling out with a hot, slick tongue pressing against his rim afterward has his body reacting with a sharp jerk, nails cutting into the comforter. He whines loud, face contorted in euphoria as Minseok eats him out like a pro and it takes every bit of Kyungsoo’s strength to not lose it when a hand lands on his ass, the slap resonating throughout the bedroom.
“Fuck,” he cries, tremors racing through his legs at the amazing sting. “Minseok.”
“That’s it, moan my name,” Minseok entices, his deep voice so delicious as the vibrations make Kyungsoo’s muscles flutter. They clench involuntarily when Minseok’s tongue pushes past them and the younger shakes, shivers at the stimulation, cock dripping with precome as he’s given another spank.
“Please,” he wheezes, moaning into the sheets when another shot of pain surges up his spine, the hit stronger than the previous two. The room is so hot, so humid, so warm, so suffocating. Kyungsoo feels like he can’t breathe, mouth stuck in its open position as pleasure drizzles down his insides and all he can do is take it, revel in the tendrils of ecstasy. His husband is so good at this, so so good and all he wants is to feel this every day for the rest of his life.
“You want me to fuck you, my pretty kitty?” Minseok inquires, fetching the lube from the bedside drawer. The sound of it closing makes Kyungsoo throb with anticipation.
“Yes,” he manages with tired lungs, whimpering when Minseok’s finger traces him before slipping inside, feeling him thoroughly. He’s already stretched from the toy, but Minseok likes to tease, to encourage that build up of sexual frustration in the younger.
“God, you look so fuckable,” he remarks, lip pulled between his teeth and Kyungsoo groans, thrusting his ass back.
“Then fuck me,” he hisses, growing impatient and a bit annoyed and Minseok chuckles a bit, removing his finger only to replace it with a hard, pulsing, lubed cock. He’s slightly wide in girth, the length filling Kyungsoo up so nicely and the latter moans, feeling a hand groom his dark strands before it tugs with force, bringing his head back.
“You feel so good, my kitty,” Minseok murmurs, nosing at the cat ears and nibbling along a sensitive neck, the skin bristling at the touch. Kyungsoo shudders out a breath, body aching with want.
“Move, please, mo--” he’s broken off by his own gasp when his husband’s hips begin rocking forward, their pace increasing by the seconds and Minseok grunts, dick surrounded by velvety walls, sweat wetting his hairline. A particularly hard snap has the younger’s arms giving out and he’s left sobbing into the bed with his ass in the air as Minseok fucks it, the front of his thighs meeting the back of Kyungsoo’s.
“Fuck--” he curses, Minseok’s tongue now sliding over his earlobe, his flush deepening. “I’m already-- oh god-- close--”
“Is my pretty kitty about to come?” Minseok purrs, taking handfuls of Kyungsoo’s ass and squeezing to hear the following mewl. He nods furiously, panting hard and fast, skin covered in sweat. Minseok hums, pleased, lowering a hand to jerk Kyungsoo to his pace.
“Go on, lose it for me,” he growls lowly, biting down on his husband’s neck, the tinge of pain triggering the tidal wave of Kyungsoo’s orgasm. It washes over him, takes him apart in the best way and Minseok watches all of it, feels all of it with his own body. Kyungsoo is writhing against him from the immense pleasure and a choked noise escapes his throat when Minseok’s thumb brushes over his slit, the feeling too much.
“Fuck,” Minseok breathes, letting go of Kyungsoo’s cock and falling forward as his own climax rips through him, forcing his hips to stutter in his release. The younger contracts around him, drawing the last shocks of it from him and Minseok sighs in satisfaction, pulling himself out shortly after and collapsing beside Kyungsoo who settles himself on his back, heavy eyes on the ceiling.
“You’re so good at fucking me,” he comments, tossing Minseok a little smile and snuggling close. The elder returns it, fingers taking the cat ears off Kyungsoo’s head and then putting them to his own mouth so he can bite on one playfully.
“Maybe next time I’ll be your pretty kitty,” he suggests with a wiggle of his brows, and Kyungsoo laughs that laugh that Minseok is in love with.
But he’ll always be more in love with the person it comes from.