[Fic] Asst of Drabbles/Ficlets
Title: Whimsical
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Suho/Kai
Length: 465w
Summary: Joonmyun dealing with Jongin.
Jongin is an emotionally challenged guy, swinging from one end of the spectrum to the next, which is why, Joonmyun supposes, he finds himself at the mercy of his whims again. There’s sleepy Jongin whose more grouchy than anything, pouting his way through the day with leaden feet and hands insistently rubbing his eyes (much to the stylist’s dismay). There’s hyper Jongin whose nearly impossible to keep up with as he dances and pulls pranks with Sehun until he crashes into bed. And then there’s horny Jongin, wound up and demanding and it’s the Jongin he likes best.
Joonmyun desperately hopes everyone else is asleep because he doesn’t have the willpower to stop Jongin as he sinks down on his cock. He hesitates to think how many of his bandmates have had sex on this same couch and it grosses him out until Jongin brings him back to reality by clenching his muscles around him. It draws out a moan, filtering into the quiet of the room.
Jongin’s head falls back, sweat slick skin of his neck fully bared for Joonmyun’s eyes and he wants to drag his tongue across it, bite down and mark him for his own, but he can’t. It’s a little maddening and Jongin seems to know it, smirking even as he rocks his hips slowly. That’s far more maddening.
Fingers dig into the flesh of Jongin’s plump ass, lifting him before forcing him back down. This time a pair of moans echo loud and if anyone is awake, they’re in for a show. Jongin presses his hands flat against the back of the couch and uses it as leverage to help bounce faster, thighs spreading further apart.
Joonmyun’s only thankful Jongin isn’t gripping his shoulders because he can hear the scrape of fingernails dragging down the tacky fabric. He increases the pace, snapping his hips up until Jongin’s ass meeting his thighs is almost painful. He hears his name being moaned, a combination of real and stage and it’s nice to know Jongin likes both sides of him. At least like this.
It takes very little to drive Jongin over the edge, a few strokes over the heated skin of his cock and he buries his face in Joonmyun’s neck and trembles as white shoots between their bodies. An arm wraps around his shoulders as Jongin keeps rotating his hips despite his sensitivity until Joonmyun hits his climax with a grunt.
“Hyung,” Jongin whines, nose still rubbing against Joonmyun’s shoulder. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”
Joonmyun sighs and gives in even though he knows very little sleeping will actually be involved and Jongin will be grouchy the entire day tomorrow.
Title: Of Baths And Collars
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kai/DO
Length: 1400w
Warning: collarplay
Summary: More from the kitty Kaisoo universe and it's basically pwp.
The water is hot, staining his skin red where it touches, but Kyungsoo pays it no mind. He's more focused on the feel of nails scraping along his scalp, humming in appreciation when Jongin scrubs shampoo around the base of his ears without wetting them. It feels divine and he sighs happily, tail splashing in the water as it flicks mindlessly. A hand tilts his head back further so the suds can be rinsed off. The hot water cascades down his back and he bends his spine away from it momentarily because it's a little too hot for skin that hasn't acclimated to the heat yet.
Kyungsoo wants to lazily lean back in Jongin's arms and linger for a while, but his boyfriend seems to have other ideas. The tub isn't big and turning around can sometimes be a hassle, but he manages and finds himself face to face with Jongin as he sits on his lap. He knows Jongin doesn't particularly like taking baths, preferring a quick shower over a long soak, but he indulges Kyungsoo anyway and the cat is forever grateful. A droplet of water slides down the side of his face and Jongin's hand comes up, swipes it away with his thumb. There's a smile on his face and leans in to kiss it, always eager to show Jongin how much he adores him. He's done more for Kyungsoo than anyone.
Purring is an involuntary reaction and Kyungsoo feels it building a moment before it starts as Jongin caresses over his cat ears softly. The touches are measured, much like their kisses. Jongin may not be trying to rile him up, but it's happening anyway. He can feel the steady build of arousal pressing down on him and his breath hitches, catching in his throat when his half hard dick comes in contact with Jongin's stomach. A whimper spills from his lips only to be silenced by Jongin's mouth. He whimpers again, louder and needier as he rolls his hips and Jongin stops him.
"Out," Jongin breathes and Kyungsoo can see how much he wants this too on his face.
Scrambling out of the water, he grabs the nearest towel to begin drying off, but he's stopped. The cloth falls from his hand mostly out of shock when he feels Jongin's fingers slipping under his collar and holding tight so he can pull him forward. His body doesn't want to seem to move, the press of damp leather cutting into the sensitive skin of his neck and Kyungsoo momentarily forgets to breathe. It sends a sharp stab of lust and desire straight down and on the second tug from Jongin, he stumbles after him. The air is cold on his wet skin, but the anticipation of what's coming keeps him heated.
It's a very short journey from the bathroom to the bedroom, but he's already gone from half hard to painfully erect just from the way the collar rubs against his skin, how Jongin's fingers dig ever so slightly into his throat. Jongin knows it too, his eyes greedily drinking in Kyungsoo's form before urging him onto the bed. He mourns the loss of the grip on his collar as he falls onto the sheets, the comforter still crumpled on the floor from this morning. Jongin had taken him slowly before the alarm clock went off, sliding in easily as they lay on their sides. They had rocked together languidly until sated, dozing off with Jongin still tucked between his cheeks before he had to get up for work.
This is anything but gentle and slow, Jongin's hands roaming his body and spreading his thighs apart almost to the point of pain. The man watches as his lubed thumb pushes inside Kyungsoo's ass, pressing down to stretch as the cat moans. When it's like this, all lust and desire, Kyungsoo feels like he's slipping off a ledge and he can't see the bottom. Jongin is his barrier, the one thing that keeps him from falling into the abyss. He feels himself reacting to Jongin's fingers now pumping in and out hurriedly and he thrusts his hips down, unabashed at the loud moans now falling from his mouth.
When he's ready, Jongin pulls away and guides him onto his hands and knees. Kyungsoo hangs his head in anticipation, fingers already curled into the sheets. The head of Jongin's cock slides in and opens him up further, the rest slipping inside easily from the copious amount of lube Jongin always uses. It's comforting to know he'll go that extra step to make sure Kyungsoo isn't in pain. Jongin's acquainted with his body enough to know Kyungsoo doesn't need time to adjust, wants him to move immediately and that's what he does.
The first few thrusts are always the softest, the slow drag of his cock reducing Kyungsoo to a whimpering mess before the real fun starts. Kyungsoo braces himself, locks his elbows so he doesn't fall face first into the pillow because he hates the way it chafes against his cheek. Only after Jongin sets a fast pace, hips slamming into his ass deliciously, he feels fingers curling under the back of his collar. The complete rush of being forced onto his knees chokes off his moans and his hands grab at Jongin's thighs and his tail anchors around his waist instinctively.
Jongin doesn't relinquish his control, holding the collar just tight enough for the leather to sink into his neck. It doesn't cut off the flow of air, but Kyungsoo begins panting anyway and he starts purring again. Any rational thought the cat may have had left is long gone and he is reduced to digging nails into Jongin's flesh in an effort to bury him deeper inside his ass. His mouth slackens as his head drops back onto Jongin's shoulder for support. It pulls the collar tighter and Kyungsoo cries out from the sheer pleasure it sends across his body.
Jongin's free hand sneaks around Kyungsoo's side before trailing down to firmly grasp his cock. The cat mewls, pushes his hips out in a wordless plea for more and Jongin does just that. The harder Jongin squeezes around his cock, the louder Kyungsoo purrs until it's a steady rumble in his chest. Kyungsoo is edging toward a sensory overload, his eyes rolling back in his head as he feels it all building to a devastating crescendo.
His mouth and throat are too parched for anything more than a hiss to come out when he comes. Kyungsoo's body locks and he hears Jongin's low moans loud in his ears as he thrusts through the muscles pulsing around his cock. It's not long before Jongin comes inside him, biting into the side of Kyungsoo's neck and the cat moans again. When the teeth pull out of his skin, Jongin licks across the area and Kyungsoo shudders, body too sensitive to deal with the attack.
When Jongin finally lets go of the collar, he sits back on the bed and brings Kyungsoo with him, the cat too well fucked to do more than use him as a prop. They're covered in sweat and come and it's starting to itch, but Kyungsoo couldn't care less. Jongin still has arms wrapped around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder and he's content with drifting off this way.
"Jongin?" he whispers in an attempt to not break the atmosphere now that his purring's finally lulled to a tolerable volume. Jongin gives a questioning hum in response. "Thank you for saving me."
Jongin shifts enough to look over at Kyungsoo before kissing him. "You're the one who saved me."
Kyungsoo tries to argue, but every time he opens his mouth, Jongin kisses him. He eventually gives up when they wind up laying on the bed, Jongin over him with his tongue doing miraculous things inside his mouth. Kyungsoo curls fingers in his hair and he feels satisfied with this.
They both know better than to fall asleep naked on the end of the bed with nothing over their bodies and hair still damp, but it doesn't stop them either. Jongin wraps a strong arm around Kyungsoo's waist and brings him closer. The cat nuzzles his face into his boyfriend's chest further and falls asleep with a smile.
Title: Sunburn
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Kai/Sehun
Length: 922w
Summary: Sehun hates sunburn and possibly Jongin.
"If you flick my sunburn one more time I will bury your ass in the sand and leave you here," Sehun hisses, twisting his shoulder out of Jongin's range.
"I'm not the one who forgot sunscreen," Jongin reminds him with a smug smirk.
Like Sehun doesn't already hate him and his tan skin and his inability to turn red like a normal person. He scrunches his nose in distaste and trips over a lump of sand, grains filling the bottom of his sneaker and sticking uncomfortably between his toes. With a groan and a muttered curse, he plants his ass down and wrenches off his shoe, wanting to throw it in the direction of the ocean for spite, but it's not his shoe he's pissed at. It's not even Jongin. Sehun's pissed at himself. He's managed to ruin a perfectly good vacation with his boyfriend and it's only the first day.
"Come on grumpy," Jongin chides, holding out an arm to help Sehun stand.
He toys with sulking like a child in the sand, but decides against it when he spies the sincere smile on Jongin's face now. It doesn't stop him from pouting all the way back to their hotel room. And to his credit, Jongin doesn't even try to pick the lock when he closes the bathroom door in his face and flicks the switch so he can shower alone. The cold water sends shivers over his skin, but anything warmer burns and he grimaces with each skid of the loofah over his burn. Fucking sunburn.
Jongin is waiting on the bed with a bottle of lotion and a sympathetic smile when Sehun comes out. He's wearing his pajama pants but decided to leave the shirt off considering everything hurt. His entire back, shoulders and upper part of his chest are an angry red and he allows Jongin to tug him down onto the mattress. The first touch of lotion is cold and he instinctively pulls away before relaxing under Jongin's hands. Sehun hangs his head, relishing the feeling of fingers moving carefully over heated skin and how every caress leaves him shivering for a different reason.
When Jongin finishes coating his back, he moves to his front, tapping Sehun on the nose so he looks up. There's an undeniably cute looks of concentration on Jongin's face, tongue poking out just a little on the left side of his mouth as he slowly applies lotion to Sehun's nose which apparently ended up burned as well. Then his cheeks, thumbs rubbing into the skin softly and Sehun can't do anything except hold still.
"You're freckles are popping out," Jongin comments, eyes trained on the high bones of Sehun's cheek. Sehun isn't particularly fond of his freckles, but Jongin has always loved them. Perhaps that's why he never reminds him to put on sunscreen. His eyes flutter closed when Jongin begins on his chest and he sighs. Sunburn takes so much out of him and he's ready to fall asleep despite the sun still high outside. It's probably lunch time and he wonders if Jongin would be opposed to a nap instead.
Jongin pinches his nipples when he's done and Sehun jerks, eyes popping open before sending his boyfriend a glare. "Asshole."
The grin on Jongin's face, however, takes away the sting and he doesn't push him away when he leans in for a kiss. Jongin's lips are chapped just like his so it's not a really good kiss until they part and swipe tongues over dry skin. It's infinitely better after and Sehun balls his hands in Jongin's shirt to tug him forward. They're progressing into welcome territory and it's instinct that has Sehun leaning back and dragging Jongin with him. "Whoa, wait," Jongin says in a hurry, an arm circling Sehun's waist to haul him upright.
That had been close. The top of the hotel comforter doesn't exactly look soft and it would have hurt like a son of a bitch if he'd managed to lay on it. Sehun whines and straddles his boyfriend's lap instead. His absolute favorite thing is having Jongin over him, smothering him in kisses and touches. He likes being pressed into the sheets and taken over by his boyfriend although if anyone other than Jongin mentions that preference, he'll deny it. To the public, Sehun is in charge of the relationship and Jongin has never said a word to the contrary. But behind closed doors, when they're left alone it's a completely different story. Sehun begs to be dominated and Jongin complies eagerly.
Only right now Sehun is sunburnt to hell and Jongin won't touch him save the connection of their lips. It's maddening and Sehun pulls Jongin's hair in an effort to get him to open up, to let him lick into his mouth but Jongin's having none it of. Sehun huffs in frustration and Jongin chides him with a soft slap to his ass.
"Calm down," he commands. Jongin untangles himself from Sehun's grip and stands up, stretching with his arms over his head so his shirt rides up. "I'm going across the street to the store and get some aloe. That lotion's not going to do much in the way of healing. Coming or staying?"
Sehun takes a moment to decide before standing and ruffling fingers through his still wet hair. "Coming." He's rewarded with a kiss and Jongin lacing their fingers together as they slide on flip-flops and head out. Maybe Sehun will pick up some sunscreen while they're at it.
Title: Submissive
Rating: NC17
Pairing: DO/EXO
Length: 3700w
Summary: Kyungsoo gangbang written as a prompt fill at exopromptmeme. The original left out one member (sobbing forever) SO I FIXED IT!
It's always Jongin who starts it, subtle touches all through the day until Kyungsoo's wound so tight he feels on the verge of snapping. Shivers race up his spine from the casual hand placed high on his thigh and he has to make a conscious effort to choke off the soft moan when hot breath teases the shell of his ear as Jongin leans in close to whisper. The heat builds in his stomach because he knows what's coming later and he wants it. He wants it so much.
Gentle hands give way for finger pads digging deep into the back of his neck when they get back to the hotel. It's probably a little inconspicuous for twelve men to all file into the same room, but no one says anything. Kyungsoo's stripped down on the bed, Jongin's nails raking painfully good down his thighs and he's already hard, cock leaking and slapping against his stomach when his boxers come off next. Jongin smirks, that same damn look when he's seducing his fans on stage and it never fails to make Kyungsoo want.
"Such a good boy," Jongin purrs, leaning down to tug on Kyungsoo's bottom lip with his teeth. He whimpers, writhes further into the scratchy comforter in anticipation. There are ten pairs of eyes on them, watching carefully and it heightens his arousal enough for a painful throb to start between his legs.
"Please," Kyungsoo begs, lifting his hips for attention.
Jongin pulls a bottle of lube out of his hoodie pocket before disposing of the covering. It's almost instinctive when Kyungsoo reaches down and hooks hands under his knees, pulls them to his chest so he's fully exposed. The first touch of a slick finger running down his crack has him reeling, sucking in a breath just before Jongin presses inside the ring of muscles. This is the part Kyungsoo hates the most; the waiting of being stretched. The need to have his ass filled with cock is overwhelming and he pushes down on the fingers inside him greedily. Jongin's scraping across his nerves, but it's not enough.
He can hear the sound of zippers being pulled down, of clothing hitting the floor and he can see the others undressing in his periphery. They're so close and the thrum of lust is rushing loud in his ears. And then Jongin's undressing, almost as if he's taking his time. As much as Kyungsoo wants to help remove his clothes, he doesn't. Jongin would only delay in taking him and Kyungsoo's already so close to bursting.
Jongin's calloused fingers grip around Kyungsoo's calves to wrap them around his waist. His lubed cock slides between his ass cheeks before he finally feels the head pushing against him. That damned smirk appears as Jongin slowly rocks and Kyungsoo's whimpering in need again. When Jongin's cock finally slides inside Kyungsoo moans, low and throaty and he hears several other moans coming from various places in the room. Jongin's thighs meet Kyungsoo's cheeks and he pulls out quickly to slam back inside, not once giving Kyungsoo time to adjust. But he likes it that way.
His eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure only to open when he feels the weight settle on his chest. Luhan's smiling down at him, running a thumb over his lip before replacing it with his cock. Kyungsoo greedily accepts the shaft into his mouth, laving around the head with his tongue to collect the precome already pooled along his slit. It earns him a moan and he does it again, lapping up the salty liquid before taking more of him between his lips. Kyungsoo wets Luhan's entire cock before he feels the roll of his bandmate's hips. It's all he can do to relax his throat and inhale through his nose because Luhan's already thrusting, the tip of his dick hitting the back of his mouth with every thrust.
Jongin drops one of his legs and lifts the other onto his shoulder. Kyungsoo almost chokes on Luhan's cock as the sharp spike of pleasure takes him by surprise. His muscles clench and Jongin's loud moan and stuttered movements tell Kyungsoo he's about to come. Moments later he does and it's a little frustrating because Kyungsoo's dick is still untouched and throbbing. But Luhan's demanding his attention, a fist in Kyungsoo's hair and his own lips parted as he pants. Kyungsoo unballs his fists from the blanket beneath him and grips Luhan's ass cheeks to pull him forward. Luhan curses, reaches out to plant his hands on the wall and the way his cock slips further into Kyungsoo's mouth suddenly has him coming in warm spurts down his throat. Kyungsoo swallows it all greedily.
The moment a sated Luhan is lifted off Kyungsoo, he feels sturdy hands grip his waist and flip him onto his hands and knees. His knees spread further in invitation and he can already feel Jongin's come leaking down his thighs. Hands spread his cheeks and circle his entrance teasingly. Kyungsoo pushes back into it wantonly, teeth in his bottom lip so he doesn't scream at how much he needs someone to fuck him because once wasn't enough. It's never enough.
A deep growl resonates through the air and Kyungsoo knows it's Wufan sliding his cock into his ass. The girth alone is enough to have him clenching yet Wufan plunges through it and doesn't stop. He's always relentless in his thrusting, sending Kyungsoo forward with every snap of his hips. The smaller man waits for it, for Tao to kneel in front of him because they always enjoy taking him together. Moments later and his vision is filled with defined abs and a cock in his face. Wufan stills long enough for Kyungsoo to take Tao's dick into his mouth, to steady on one elbow so he can wrap a hand around the base and suck. Then it starts again, the brutal pace that does half his job for him. His nose buries in trim pubic hair and Tao's hands cradle his head gently as he swallows around his cock.
Wufan's fingers have such a tight grip on Kyungsoo's hips that he knows there will be bruises later. He chokes a little when Wufan sends him forward with a particularly hard thrust and while he enjoys it, tears prick at the corners of his eyes. Tao chides Wufan in Mandarin and he hears a gruff laugh before Wufan slams him forward again on purpose. Kyungsoo moans, pushing his ass back for more while still working his tongue over the cock in his mouth. Tao usually prefers things gentle as opposed to Wufan's roughness and the difference in the two sends Kyungsoo to new heights. Tao hums in appreciation, lets fingers run down Kyungsoo's cheeks and jaw and he looks up to see a soft smile.
The tacky hotel comforter under him is starting to chafe against his knees and he shifts enough so his legs don't slide from sweat. Wufan plunges his cock in and out of his ass harder and faster until Kyungsoo just knows he's going to come untouched. But then he's pulling out, the lewd sound of his fist working over his cock loud until Kyungsoo feels warm come hitting his ass and thighs. He lets out a frustrated groan because he was so close. Tao shushes him and runs fingers through Kyungsoo's hair comfortingly. Instead of focusing on how empty he feels, Kyungsoo puts all his energy into bringing Tao to his orgasm, running teeth lightly against the hard flesh and taking him down as much as he can. His fingers grip the base of his dick and pump, Tao now shallowly rocking.
Kyungsoo is pleased when the bed dips behind him, knowing someone is about to fill him again. He wriggles his ass a little and feels a palm connect with his cheek. The sting forces him to inhale harshly and moan as the pain travels to his leaking cock. He's sure there's a small puddle of precome staining the blanket beneath him. Another slap and then someone slides easily into his ass again. Kyungsoo almost sighs in relief, relishing in the slick glide of heated flesh in and out erratically. It's definitely Sehun. He's always enthusiastic, but has never picked up on rhythm.
A hitch in Tao's breathing echoes into Kyungsoo's ears before the almost sweet taste of his come floods his mouth. Tao's diet contains more fruit than the others and he rather enjoys that. Kyungsoo's jaw hurts and his lips feel too stretched but it almost doesn't feel right without a cock in both ends. Joonmyun ends this problem by maneuvering his body under Kyungsoo carefully. They're face to face, Joonmyun spread on top of the comforter and Sehun still slamming into him from behind. His nails curl into the fabric and Joonmyun brings him down for a kiss. Their tongues meet, the older man taking his time to taste the come of the others still lingering on Kyungsoo's tongue.
"You've been so good," Joonmyun whispers against his lips. "Let me reward you."
A delicate hand wraps around Kyungsoo's cock and his entire body shudders at the contact. It's so good and Joonmyun squeezes, running fingers through precome and pumping him hurriedly. Kyungsoo's arms feel like they're going to give and he cries out, trying to push back against Sehun and into Joonmyun's hand at the same time. Sweat runs down from his hair and to the end of his jaw before dripping, leaving an itchy trail, but it doesn't distract him from the precipice he's nearing. Joonmyun kisses him again, steals his breath and swallows the high pitched squeal Kyungsoo lets out when he finally comes. It hits him hard, tensing every muscle in his body and forcing Sehun into his own orgasm. Kyungsoo whines, body pulsing with waves of ecstasy and trembling from exertion.
But it's not over.
"Can you ride me, baby?" Joonmyun coos as he wipes the damp hair from Kyungsoo's forehead. All he can do is nod, crawl up the little bit he needs to position Joonmyun's cock over his already come-filled ass. He uses some of the sticky liquid that's already dribbling down his thighs to lube Joonmyun before sliding down. A cry catches in his dry throat when he finally sits up, takes the weight off his sore arms. His spine pulls taught and his head falls back to stretch lazily. Joonmyun's hands soothe over his thighs before settling on his waist to begin rocking him. Kyungsoo whimpers, sensitive to the movement even though it sends a new rush of desire through him.
They rock together until Kyungsoo has the energy to press his palms to Joonmyun's chest and push himself up. The drop down has him hiccuping to take in enough air, lifting and repeating until Joonmyun thrusts up and takes control. Hot breath skims across his shoulder and Kyungsoo turns his head to see Baekhyun smiling at him. Hands reach around his body and tease around his nipples before pinching lightly. Kyungsoo hisses, head falling as his back rubs against Baekhyun's chest every time he bounces. Baekhyun's tongue is hot when it licks up the side of his neck, chill bumps raising on his flesh from the assault.
"You're so pretty this way," Baekhyun comments with a lilt in his voice. "Sweaty and flushed and eager for cock." One of Baekhyun's fingers trails up Kyungsoo's spine and he curves with it, back bowing because his nail is sharp and the sweat stings. Joonmyun's thrusts quicken as Baekhyun twists his fingers into Kyungsoo's hair and snaps his head back. "You love it."
It's not a question, but Kyungsoo answers anyway. "Yes," he breathes. "Yes."
Kyungsoo clenches around Joonmyun, focusing on rotating his hips and not the pressure of his neck being stretched so far because Baekhyun's still hasn't let go. A few more thrusts and the two men pull Kyungsoo off Joonmyun so he comes over his stomach, letting it pool over Kyungsoo's come from his earlier orgasm. For a moment Kyungsoo thinks they're going to have him lick it up, but Baekhyun seems to be too impatient. He hauls Kyungsoo to the clean side of the bed and lays him on his side, legs together and knees drawn up. Baekhyun settles just below his ass, slapping his cock over Kyungsoo's already reddened cheeks a few times. Kyungsoo watches with hooded eyes and licks his lips in anticipation. He feels his cock already hardening again despite being so worn out, but he welcomes it.
The buzz of adrenaline pricks at his skin when Baekhyun's cock pushes inside slowly. Kyungsoo lets out a stuttered breath, forcing himself to hold his legs together and braces himself with fingers gripping the side of the bed. Hazy eyes look over to see Jongin lounging in the chair by the wall, cock hard again and his hand slowly working over the muscle as Baekhyun begins thrusting. Hips meet the tender skin of his ass and he knows he'll be suffering the after effects of this for days. Baekhyun moans, voice beautiful and raspy and Kyungsoo joins in with his own noises.
His cock is trapped between the legs and his stomach, bouncing enough to remind him of its weighty presence but not enough to feel good. Baekhyun bends over him, buries his cock so far inside Kyungsoo's ass that he inadvertently lifts one of his legs. It gets pushed down almost painfully and Baekhyun rests his forehead in Kyungsoo's hair. He fucks Kyungsoo open with shallow but deep thrusts that have them both grinding together for more. Baekhyun comes with a whine, hips pushing so hard and body jerking through the waves.
Gentle hands land on his body, carefully pulling his legs down and rolling him onto his stomach. Kyungsoo lets out a soft sigh, his cock rubbing against the coarse fabric and catching a little. It's a small moment of relaxation and Kyungsoo's mind is fogged in a lusty haze. He feels the weight on the back of his thighs and wiggles a little in anticipation. Minseok leans over him, cock prodding at his entrance before the head pokes through. Kyungsoo moans, lifting his ass just a little to take in more. The older man slides his arms under Kyungsoo's chest and grips his shoulders before thrusting the rest of the way in. Kyungsoo has no control, can't move save for small jerks of his hips when Minseok fucks into him roughly. His breath catches and his fingers try to find purchase on the blanket, slipping away from him with every slide.
The friction he gets on his own cock is enough to make him harden further, but no more. Minseok's breath hits the back of his neck, sending chill bumps across his skin and he whimpers. It's a steady tempo that builds and builds until Kyungsoo's gasping for air and desperate to come. There's no slowing down, no signal that Minseok's going to stop until suddenly Kyungsoo is empty and he hears a moan muffled in his neck as come hits his cheeks and lower back. Minseok's cock thrusts weakly through his orgasm until his limbs go lax and he releases Kyungsoo's body.
Kyungsoo doesn't know if he can take anymore even with the throbbing of his cock. His body is too heated, coated in sweat and come and his muscles ache when he moves. When Minseok pulls out and away, Kyungsoo doesn't have a chance to recover before arms circle his waist and bring him up. Jongdae props him on his knees, holding him up until Yixing settles in front of him. Kyungsoo wraps his arms around Yixing's neck, brings him in for a kiss as Jongdae's hands trail down his sides slowly. A knee nudges Kyungsoo's thigh and he edges them apart enough for Jongdae to fit between them. All his weight falls on Yixing, who holds him up nicely, when Jongdae dips fingers into his entrance. He's tender and it sends a jolt up his spine. Yixing kisses down the side of his face, nuzzles his neck and bites softly on his shoulder. Kyungsoo feels come almost pouring out of him as Jongdae holds him open. He whimpers at the feeling and presses down just a little. Jongdae snickers and with one strong thrust, buries his cock in Kyungsoo's ass.
Kyungsoo clings to Yixing as Jongdae fucks him, uses him as an anchor as he tries to push down to meet every thrust. Yixing runs a hand down his chest, teases around a nipple before plunging to take hold of his cock. Kyungsoo's mouth drops open, panting as Yixing wraps lithe fingers around both their cocks and pumps. It's a little too much for Kyungsoo and he allows the two men sandwiching him to control his movements. Jongdae grips his hips and pulls his ass back a little while Yixing presses forward.
The familiar grunts in the background play as the soundtrack to the three men on the bed. Kyungsoo kisses Yixing again, a little needy for something in his mouth. Yixing's tongue darts in and out teasingly before his lips clamp on Kyungsoo's tongue and suck. It serves as a small distraction, Yixing releasing his hold on their cocks. He grabs Kyungsoo's hand, and brings it down so he can jerk him off. He's a little frustrated that his dick being left alone, but he knows they'll never leave him like that.
Kyungsoo runs his thumb in circles around the head of Yixing's cock before sliding his fingers down. Gripping the base, he squeezes and drags his hand up. Yixing moans and buries his head in Kyungsoo's neck. Jongdae snaps his hips harder and Kyungsoo doesn't think he can manage to moan anymore, throat dry and sore. Everything chokes off and instead he tightens his hold on Yixing, forcing his orgasm earlier than anticipated. It drips over his fingers and Yixing gives him one final kiss.
When the dancer vacates his position on the bed, Jongdae pushes Kyungsoo forward a little, holding on to his shoulders to keep him up. With Yixing gone, Kyungsoo reaches back and grabs Jongdae's thighs for support. He feels the muscles flexing with every thrust, tensing and untensing. It's not long before Jongdae climaxes, hips stuttering forward to ride it out.
Kyungsoo's still hard, painfully so now and the temptation to jerk himself off and pass out is growing. Jongdae graciously holds him up until Chanyeol sits on the edge of the bed. He pulls a sluggish Kyungsoo into his lap, thighs on either side. Come spills down between Chanyeol's legs, but he doesn't seem to mind. Tender hands run up Kyungsoo's neck and through his hair, sweeping wet strands off his face and lulling him into a half sleep state. He's always found it fascinating that Chanyeol is the gentlest of them, all soft and sweet. He's a cooling balm on a burn and Kyungsoo welcomes it when he feels the man's cock filling him up again.
Chanyeol rocks Kyungsoo's hips for him as the smaller man wraps arms around his neck so he doesn't slump forward. Everything aches, a dull burning around his abused hole and muscles flaring with heat with every move. Chanyeol takes his time, deep moans vibrating through his chest and into Kyungsoo's body. It takes all he has to brace his weight on his knees and lift so he can slide down on Chanyeol's cock. Large hands grip his waist, pulling him up like he's nothing and letting him drop down. It's bordering on over-stimulation, every drag of Chanyeol's cock sending pulses of pleasure through limbs already tingling from so much. It almost feels as if he isn't in his body anymore, hovering just above the scene and taking in how Chanyeol's face contorts in pleasure and how urgent he rocks his own hips down harder and harder.
Hands run down to hold his cheeks open and he sinks that much further, tearing the most delicious of noises out of Chanyeol's mouth. Kyungsoo pushes himself to move, to bounce as much as he can through the burning of his thighs to bring Chanyeol to completion. It's the only thing he can think about, the only thing he wants. Kyungsoo wants Chanyeol to come apart because of him. As submissive as he is to them all, he knows they, in turn, belong to him. No one can fuck like Kyungsoo can.
When Chanyeol comes, Kyungsoo feels the pulses in his cock and grinds down hard as the man growls and thrusts up until he's spilled every drop. Kyungsoo's full weight falls on Chanyeol, too weak to do anything despite his own cock still thick and hard and throbbing between his thighs. He whimpers, unable to hear the low words being spoken in his ear.
Kyungsoo finds himself on his back, legs spread and cool air rushing over his heated skin. He shivers and closes his eyes as he waits. Jongin's the one who crawls onto the mattress and takes Kyungsoo's cock into his mouth. He gasps, thrusting up involuntarily until hands hold his hips down. Jongin's so fucking good at this, saliva cooling the burn and cheeks hollowed for added friction. The head of his cock is squeezed in the back of Jongin's throat and that's all he needs. A sharp cry fills the air as he comes, trembling and grasping for something solid to hold on to. His hands find Wufan, clinging desperately to the man hovering over him and he's thankful for the support.
Sated and drained, Kyungsoo barely registers he's being carried until he's immersed in hot water. After the initial shock, it begins seeping into his skin, working out the aches as several hands belonging to different people wash him carefully. He smiles fondly at the blurred face in front of him before falling asleep. Maybe next time they can take the scratchy comforter off the bed first.
Title: The Only One For Me
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kai/Sehun
Length: 1100w
Summary: vampire au
The heat is clawing its way up his throat, scorching and blistering until he's sure brimstone will fly from his lips when he speaks. Jongin clasps a cold hand around his neck as his shoulder collides with brick and he slumps. His feet are dragging across broken pavement and his body is screaming to stop. But at this point, halting is an assured death sentence and he stumbles forward, searching for a familiar door. It's his pride's fault he's in this situation, starved to the brink of oblivion because of his attachment to a human.
Sehun is a selfish, entitled little brat of a meatbag who wants what Jongin can't give. His heart stopped beating centuries ago and with it went his ability to love. Silly boy craves for an emotion Jongin is incapable of feeling and he'd yelled and screamed about it until the other man simply turned and left in silence. Sehun's shrill cries for him to get back fell on uncaring ears and he left with no intention of going back.
What Jongin hadn't anticipated is his distaste for anyone's blood other than Sehun's. He tried feeding on others only to spit it back out and move on to the next in hopes of better luck. It's been weeks and his immortal body is beginning to crumble. All because of Sehun. There's something about the boy's blood that calls to Jongin and his mouth waters with anticipation.
If only he can make it a little further.
Finally he sees it, picking up the pace until he reaches Sehun's home. He doesn't have the strength to do more than knock, but no one comes to let him in. There's a heartbeat inside - he can hear it - and he squeezes his eyes shut, turning and leaning his back against the door as darkness plucks at the edges of his vision. This isn't how he wants to die.
The firm support disappears with the opening of the door and Jongin crumples backward to land on the floor with eyes open yet unable to focus. "Jongin?" he hears, the voice of an angel - or perhaps a demon - ringing in his ears. The all too addictive scent of Sehun fills his nostrils and coats his tongue. The boy crouches beside him on the floor, worry written across his pretty face and it almost makes him smile. The burning increases and Jongin has Sehun pinned beneath him in a second, the last of his energy reserved just for this moment.
Jongin sinks his fangs in the soft skin of Sehun's neck with a growl, holding down thin wrists with his hands and uncaring of the still open door behind them. Life pours down his parched throat, thick and delicious and he moans as it pulses through his body, revitalizing dead limbs and draining the beauty beneath him. Sehun's soft whimper is what brings Jongin back from the bloodlust, pulling away and licking the wound closed before lifting to gaze at the face he's missed so much.
"You came back," Sehun whispers and it's only then Jongin realizes the boy hadn't once tried to fight him off. Jongin could have killed him and he would have allowed it.
This is where he should probably admit his need of the other, but he doesn't. He can't do that yet. So he kisses him, Sehun cringing at the taste of his own blood on Jongin's tongue, but he doesn't pull away or fight it. The hands around his wrists release their hold and Sehun wraps his arms around the vampire, buries fingers in his hair to hold on as Jongin leaves a trail of fiery kisses down his neck.
The front door is kicked shut as Jongin tears at clothes, body burning with fresh blood and the desire to take Sehun as his own. Heavy breathing hits his ears and Jongin fights his animalistic urges enough to carry Sehun to the bed instead of taking him against the cold wood of the floor. It's all so familiar, the human scent embedded in the comforter and wafting around Jongin like a drug. Sehun's impatiently rutting against him, whimpering and begging for Jongin to fuck him already.
It's so easy to fall into old practices, body acting on instinct as he stretches Sehun with lubed fingers. He knows how fast to go, where to touch and when it's enough. Finally enough. It's needy and desperate, fingers digging into flesh as Jongin pushes into Sehun slowly. The boy's head rolls back as he moans and lifts his hips until they're fully connected. Sehun always reacts so beautifully to Jongin's ministrations, muscles taught and flexing with every push and pull. He's a true masterpiece and Jongin had been the fool to leave in the first place.
Now all he wants to do is make it right.
They rock together with enough force to slam the headboard into the wall and Sehun gasps when Jongin moves too fast for a human to keep pace. The hands guiding his hips are the only reason there's still a rhythm at all. Blood rushes in Jongin's ears, mixing with the small pleasured cries that die in Sehun's throat every time he thrusts forward. He marvels at the flush spread over Sehun's pale chest, over splotches of red that remind Jongin of how human he is.
Maybe it's the sudden knowledge of the fragility of the boy under him, or knowing he's the only lifeline Jongin has on eternity, but his frantic movements slow and Sehun gazes up at him with wide eyes. Jongin leans down to wrap arms around his waist and bury his face in his neck only to kiss the sweaty skin despite the lingering instinct to bite. His thrusts are slow, but powerful and Sehun turns his head to nose his way to Jongin's lips for a kiss. He may not be truly alive, but he feels it when Sehun breathes into his mouth.
Jongin moves to stroke Sehun to completion when he feels his own climax approaching rapidly. The stimulation of blood and life and Sehun is too much for him and he comes with a moan just as the boy beneath him tenses. It's over too fast for Jongin's liking yet he knows there's always later because he's not going anywhere now. Sehun's arms and legs wrap around him, pull their bodies flush so he can cling. It's distractingly cute and Jongin chuckles.
"Stay with me," Sehun whispers.
"Always."
Jongin thinks - maybe - Sehun does have his heart after all.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Suho/Kai
Length: 465w
Summary: Joonmyun dealing with Jongin.
Jongin is an emotionally challenged guy, swinging from one end of the spectrum to the next, which is why, Joonmyun supposes, he finds himself at the mercy of his whims again. There’s sleepy Jongin whose more grouchy than anything, pouting his way through the day with leaden feet and hands insistently rubbing his eyes (much to the stylist’s dismay). There’s hyper Jongin whose nearly impossible to keep up with as he dances and pulls pranks with Sehun until he crashes into bed. And then there’s horny Jongin, wound up and demanding and it’s the Jongin he likes best.
Joonmyun desperately hopes everyone else is asleep because he doesn’t have the willpower to stop Jongin as he sinks down on his cock. He hesitates to think how many of his bandmates have had sex on this same couch and it grosses him out until Jongin brings him back to reality by clenching his muscles around him. It draws out a moan, filtering into the quiet of the room.
Jongin’s head falls back, sweat slick skin of his neck fully bared for Joonmyun’s eyes and he wants to drag his tongue across it, bite down and mark him for his own, but he can’t. It’s a little maddening and Jongin seems to know it, smirking even as he rocks his hips slowly. That’s far more maddening.
Fingers dig into the flesh of Jongin’s plump ass, lifting him before forcing him back down. This time a pair of moans echo loud and if anyone is awake, they’re in for a show. Jongin presses his hands flat against the back of the couch and uses it as leverage to help bounce faster, thighs spreading further apart.
Joonmyun’s only thankful Jongin isn’t gripping his shoulders because he can hear the scrape of fingernails dragging down the tacky fabric. He increases the pace, snapping his hips up until Jongin’s ass meeting his thighs is almost painful. He hears his name being moaned, a combination of real and stage and it’s nice to know Jongin likes both sides of him. At least like this.
It takes very little to drive Jongin over the edge, a few strokes over the heated skin of his cock and he buries his face in Joonmyun’s neck and trembles as white shoots between their bodies. An arm wraps around his shoulders as Jongin keeps rotating his hips despite his sensitivity until Joonmyun hits his climax with a grunt.
“Hyung,” Jongin whines, nose still rubbing against Joonmyun’s shoulder. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”
Joonmyun sighs and gives in even though he knows very little sleeping will actually be involved and Jongin will be grouchy the entire day tomorrow.
Title: Of Baths And Collars
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kai/DO
Length: 1400w
Warning: collarplay
Summary: More from the kitty Kaisoo universe and it's basically pwp.
The water is hot, staining his skin red where it touches, but Kyungsoo pays it no mind. He's more focused on the feel of nails scraping along his scalp, humming in appreciation when Jongin scrubs shampoo around the base of his ears without wetting them. It feels divine and he sighs happily, tail splashing in the water as it flicks mindlessly. A hand tilts his head back further so the suds can be rinsed off. The hot water cascades down his back and he bends his spine away from it momentarily because it's a little too hot for skin that hasn't acclimated to the heat yet.
Kyungsoo wants to lazily lean back in Jongin's arms and linger for a while, but his boyfriend seems to have other ideas. The tub isn't big and turning around can sometimes be a hassle, but he manages and finds himself face to face with Jongin as he sits on his lap. He knows Jongin doesn't particularly like taking baths, preferring a quick shower over a long soak, but he indulges Kyungsoo anyway and the cat is forever grateful. A droplet of water slides down the side of his face and Jongin's hand comes up, swipes it away with his thumb. There's a smile on his face and leans in to kiss it, always eager to show Jongin how much he adores him. He's done more for Kyungsoo than anyone.
Purring is an involuntary reaction and Kyungsoo feels it building a moment before it starts as Jongin caresses over his cat ears softly. The touches are measured, much like their kisses. Jongin may not be trying to rile him up, but it's happening anyway. He can feel the steady build of arousal pressing down on him and his breath hitches, catching in his throat when his half hard dick comes in contact with Jongin's stomach. A whimper spills from his lips only to be silenced by Jongin's mouth. He whimpers again, louder and needier as he rolls his hips and Jongin stops him.
"Out," Jongin breathes and Kyungsoo can see how much he wants this too on his face.
Scrambling out of the water, he grabs the nearest towel to begin drying off, but he's stopped. The cloth falls from his hand mostly out of shock when he feels Jongin's fingers slipping under his collar and holding tight so he can pull him forward. His body doesn't want to seem to move, the press of damp leather cutting into the sensitive skin of his neck and Kyungsoo momentarily forgets to breathe. It sends a sharp stab of lust and desire straight down and on the second tug from Jongin, he stumbles after him. The air is cold on his wet skin, but the anticipation of what's coming keeps him heated.
It's a very short journey from the bathroom to the bedroom, but he's already gone from half hard to painfully erect just from the way the collar rubs against his skin, how Jongin's fingers dig ever so slightly into his throat. Jongin knows it too, his eyes greedily drinking in Kyungsoo's form before urging him onto the bed. He mourns the loss of the grip on his collar as he falls onto the sheets, the comforter still crumpled on the floor from this morning. Jongin had taken him slowly before the alarm clock went off, sliding in easily as they lay on their sides. They had rocked together languidly until sated, dozing off with Jongin still tucked between his cheeks before he had to get up for work.
This is anything but gentle and slow, Jongin's hands roaming his body and spreading his thighs apart almost to the point of pain. The man watches as his lubed thumb pushes inside Kyungsoo's ass, pressing down to stretch as the cat moans. When it's like this, all lust and desire, Kyungsoo feels like he's slipping off a ledge and he can't see the bottom. Jongin is his barrier, the one thing that keeps him from falling into the abyss. He feels himself reacting to Jongin's fingers now pumping in and out hurriedly and he thrusts his hips down, unabashed at the loud moans now falling from his mouth.
When he's ready, Jongin pulls away and guides him onto his hands and knees. Kyungsoo hangs his head in anticipation, fingers already curled into the sheets. The head of Jongin's cock slides in and opens him up further, the rest slipping inside easily from the copious amount of lube Jongin always uses. It's comforting to know he'll go that extra step to make sure Kyungsoo isn't in pain. Jongin's acquainted with his body enough to know Kyungsoo doesn't need time to adjust, wants him to move immediately and that's what he does.
The first few thrusts are always the softest, the slow drag of his cock reducing Kyungsoo to a whimpering mess before the real fun starts. Kyungsoo braces himself, locks his elbows so he doesn't fall face first into the pillow because he hates the way it chafes against his cheek. Only after Jongin sets a fast pace, hips slamming into his ass deliciously, he feels fingers curling under the back of his collar. The complete rush of being forced onto his knees chokes off his moans and his hands grab at Jongin's thighs and his tail anchors around his waist instinctively.
Jongin doesn't relinquish his control, holding the collar just tight enough for the leather to sink into his neck. It doesn't cut off the flow of air, but Kyungsoo begins panting anyway and he starts purring again. Any rational thought the cat may have had left is long gone and he is reduced to digging nails into Jongin's flesh in an effort to bury him deeper inside his ass. His mouth slackens as his head drops back onto Jongin's shoulder for support. It pulls the collar tighter and Kyungsoo cries out from the sheer pleasure it sends across his body.
Jongin's free hand sneaks around Kyungsoo's side before trailing down to firmly grasp his cock. The cat mewls, pushes his hips out in a wordless plea for more and Jongin does just that. The harder Jongin squeezes around his cock, the louder Kyungsoo purrs until it's a steady rumble in his chest. Kyungsoo is edging toward a sensory overload, his eyes rolling back in his head as he feels it all building to a devastating crescendo.
His mouth and throat are too parched for anything more than a hiss to come out when he comes. Kyungsoo's body locks and he hears Jongin's low moans loud in his ears as he thrusts through the muscles pulsing around his cock. It's not long before Jongin comes inside him, biting into the side of Kyungsoo's neck and the cat moans again. When the teeth pull out of his skin, Jongin licks across the area and Kyungsoo shudders, body too sensitive to deal with the attack.
When Jongin finally lets go of the collar, he sits back on the bed and brings Kyungsoo with him, the cat too well fucked to do more than use him as a prop. They're covered in sweat and come and it's starting to itch, but Kyungsoo couldn't care less. Jongin still has arms wrapped around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder and he's content with drifting off this way.
"Jongin?" he whispers in an attempt to not break the atmosphere now that his purring's finally lulled to a tolerable volume. Jongin gives a questioning hum in response. "Thank you for saving me."
Jongin shifts enough to look over at Kyungsoo before kissing him. "You're the one who saved me."
Kyungsoo tries to argue, but every time he opens his mouth, Jongin kisses him. He eventually gives up when they wind up laying on the bed, Jongin over him with his tongue doing miraculous things inside his mouth. Kyungsoo curls fingers in his hair and he feels satisfied with this.
They both know better than to fall asleep naked on the end of the bed with nothing over their bodies and hair still damp, but it doesn't stop them either. Jongin wraps a strong arm around Kyungsoo's waist and brings him closer. The cat nuzzles his face into his boyfriend's chest further and falls asleep with a smile.
Title: Sunburn
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Kai/Sehun
Length: 922w
Summary: Sehun hates sunburn and possibly Jongin.
"If you flick my sunburn one more time I will bury your ass in the sand and leave you here," Sehun hisses, twisting his shoulder out of Jongin's range.
"I'm not the one who forgot sunscreen," Jongin reminds him with a smug smirk.
Like Sehun doesn't already hate him and his tan skin and his inability to turn red like a normal person. He scrunches his nose in distaste and trips over a lump of sand, grains filling the bottom of his sneaker and sticking uncomfortably between his toes. With a groan and a muttered curse, he plants his ass down and wrenches off his shoe, wanting to throw it in the direction of the ocean for spite, but it's not his shoe he's pissed at. It's not even Jongin. Sehun's pissed at himself. He's managed to ruin a perfectly good vacation with his boyfriend and it's only the first day.
"Come on grumpy," Jongin chides, holding out an arm to help Sehun stand.
He toys with sulking like a child in the sand, but decides against it when he spies the sincere smile on Jongin's face now. It doesn't stop him from pouting all the way back to their hotel room. And to his credit, Jongin doesn't even try to pick the lock when he closes the bathroom door in his face and flicks the switch so he can shower alone. The cold water sends shivers over his skin, but anything warmer burns and he grimaces with each skid of the loofah over his burn. Fucking sunburn.
Jongin is waiting on the bed with a bottle of lotion and a sympathetic smile when Sehun comes out. He's wearing his pajama pants but decided to leave the shirt off considering everything hurt. His entire back, shoulders and upper part of his chest are an angry red and he allows Jongin to tug him down onto the mattress. The first touch of lotion is cold and he instinctively pulls away before relaxing under Jongin's hands. Sehun hangs his head, relishing the feeling of fingers moving carefully over heated skin and how every caress leaves him shivering for a different reason.
When Jongin finishes coating his back, he moves to his front, tapping Sehun on the nose so he looks up. There's an undeniably cute looks of concentration on Jongin's face, tongue poking out just a little on the left side of his mouth as he slowly applies lotion to Sehun's nose which apparently ended up burned as well. Then his cheeks, thumbs rubbing into the skin softly and Sehun can't do anything except hold still.
"You're freckles are popping out," Jongin comments, eyes trained on the high bones of Sehun's cheek. Sehun isn't particularly fond of his freckles, but Jongin has always loved them. Perhaps that's why he never reminds him to put on sunscreen. His eyes flutter closed when Jongin begins on his chest and he sighs. Sunburn takes so much out of him and he's ready to fall asleep despite the sun still high outside. It's probably lunch time and he wonders if Jongin would be opposed to a nap instead.
Jongin pinches his nipples when he's done and Sehun jerks, eyes popping open before sending his boyfriend a glare. "Asshole."
The grin on Jongin's face, however, takes away the sting and he doesn't push him away when he leans in for a kiss. Jongin's lips are chapped just like his so it's not a really good kiss until they part and swipe tongues over dry skin. It's infinitely better after and Sehun balls his hands in Jongin's shirt to tug him forward. They're progressing into welcome territory and it's instinct that has Sehun leaning back and dragging Jongin with him. "Whoa, wait," Jongin says in a hurry, an arm circling Sehun's waist to haul him upright.
That had been close. The top of the hotel comforter doesn't exactly look soft and it would have hurt like a son of a bitch if he'd managed to lay on it. Sehun whines and straddles his boyfriend's lap instead. His absolute favorite thing is having Jongin over him, smothering him in kisses and touches. He likes being pressed into the sheets and taken over by his boyfriend although if anyone other than Jongin mentions that preference, he'll deny it. To the public, Sehun is in charge of the relationship and Jongin has never said a word to the contrary. But behind closed doors, when they're left alone it's a completely different story. Sehun begs to be dominated and Jongin complies eagerly.
Only right now Sehun is sunburnt to hell and Jongin won't touch him save the connection of their lips. It's maddening and Sehun pulls Jongin's hair in an effort to get him to open up, to let him lick into his mouth but Jongin's having none it of. Sehun huffs in frustration and Jongin chides him with a soft slap to his ass.
"Calm down," he commands. Jongin untangles himself from Sehun's grip and stands up, stretching with his arms over his head so his shirt rides up. "I'm going across the street to the store and get some aloe. That lotion's not going to do much in the way of healing. Coming or staying?"
Sehun takes a moment to decide before standing and ruffling fingers through his still wet hair. "Coming." He's rewarded with a kiss and Jongin lacing their fingers together as they slide on flip-flops and head out. Maybe Sehun will pick up some sunscreen while they're at it.
Title: Submissive
Rating: NC17
Pairing: DO/EXO
Length: 3700w
Summary: Kyungsoo gangbang written as a prompt fill at exopromptmeme. The original left out one member (sobbing forever) SO I FIXED IT!
It's always Jongin who starts it, subtle touches all through the day until Kyungsoo's wound so tight he feels on the verge of snapping. Shivers race up his spine from the casual hand placed high on his thigh and he has to make a conscious effort to choke off the soft moan when hot breath teases the shell of his ear as Jongin leans in close to whisper. The heat builds in his stomach because he knows what's coming later and he wants it. He wants it so much.
Gentle hands give way for finger pads digging deep into the back of his neck when they get back to the hotel. It's probably a little inconspicuous for twelve men to all file into the same room, but no one says anything. Kyungsoo's stripped down on the bed, Jongin's nails raking painfully good down his thighs and he's already hard, cock leaking and slapping against his stomach when his boxers come off next. Jongin smirks, that same damn look when he's seducing his fans on stage and it never fails to make Kyungsoo want.
"Such a good boy," Jongin purrs, leaning down to tug on Kyungsoo's bottom lip with his teeth. He whimpers, writhes further into the scratchy comforter in anticipation. There are ten pairs of eyes on them, watching carefully and it heightens his arousal enough for a painful throb to start between his legs.
"Please," Kyungsoo begs, lifting his hips for attention.
Jongin pulls a bottle of lube out of his hoodie pocket before disposing of the covering. It's almost instinctive when Kyungsoo reaches down and hooks hands under his knees, pulls them to his chest so he's fully exposed. The first touch of a slick finger running down his crack has him reeling, sucking in a breath just before Jongin presses inside the ring of muscles. This is the part Kyungsoo hates the most; the waiting of being stretched. The need to have his ass filled with cock is overwhelming and he pushes down on the fingers inside him greedily. Jongin's scraping across his nerves, but it's not enough.
He can hear the sound of zippers being pulled down, of clothing hitting the floor and he can see the others undressing in his periphery. They're so close and the thrum of lust is rushing loud in his ears. And then Jongin's undressing, almost as if he's taking his time. As much as Kyungsoo wants to help remove his clothes, he doesn't. Jongin would only delay in taking him and Kyungsoo's already so close to bursting.
Jongin's calloused fingers grip around Kyungsoo's calves to wrap them around his waist. His lubed cock slides between his ass cheeks before he finally feels the head pushing against him. That damned smirk appears as Jongin slowly rocks and Kyungsoo's whimpering in need again. When Jongin's cock finally slides inside Kyungsoo moans, low and throaty and he hears several other moans coming from various places in the room. Jongin's thighs meet Kyungsoo's cheeks and he pulls out quickly to slam back inside, not once giving Kyungsoo time to adjust. But he likes it that way.
His eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure only to open when he feels the weight settle on his chest. Luhan's smiling down at him, running a thumb over his lip before replacing it with his cock. Kyungsoo greedily accepts the shaft into his mouth, laving around the head with his tongue to collect the precome already pooled along his slit. It earns him a moan and he does it again, lapping up the salty liquid before taking more of him between his lips. Kyungsoo wets Luhan's entire cock before he feels the roll of his bandmate's hips. It's all he can do to relax his throat and inhale through his nose because Luhan's already thrusting, the tip of his dick hitting the back of his mouth with every thrust.
Jongin drops one of his legs and lifts the other onto his shoulder. Kyungsoo almost chokes on Luhan's cock as the sharp spike of pleasure takes him by surprise. His muscles clench and Jongin's loud moan and stuttered movements tell Kyungsoo he's about to come. Moments later he does and it's a little frustrating because Kyungsoo's dick is still untouched and throbbing. But Luhan's demanding his attention, a fist in Kyungsoo's hair and his own lips parted as he pants. Kyungsoo unballs his fists from the blanket beneath him and grips Luhan's ass cheeks to pull him forward. Luhan curses, reaches out to plant his hands on the wall and the way his cock slips further into Kyungsoo's mouth suddenly has him coming in warm spurts down his throat. Kyungsoo swallows it all greedily.
The moment a sated Luhan is lifted off Kyungsoo, he feels sturdy hands grip his waist and flip him onto his hands and knees. His knees spread further in invitation and he can already feel Jongin's come leaking down his thighs. Hands spread his cheeks and circle his entrance teasingly. Kyungsoo pushes back into it wantonly, teeth in his bottom lip so he doesn't scream at how much he needs someone to fuck him because once wasn't enough. It's never enough.
A deep growl resonates through the air and Kyungsoo knows it's Wufan sliding his cock into his ass. The girth alone is enough to have him clenching yet Wufan plunges through it and doesn't stop. He's always relentless in his thrusting, sending Kyungsoo forward with every snap of his hips. The smaller man waits for it, for Tao to kneel in front of him because they always enjoy taking him together. Moments later and his vision is filled with defined abs and a cock in his face. Wufan stills long enough for Kyungsoo to take Tao's dick into his mouth, to steady on one elbow so he can wrap a hand around the base and suck. Then it starts again, the brutal pace that does half his job for him. His nose buries in trim pubic hair and Tao's hands cradle his head gently as he swallows around his cock.
Wufan's fingers have such a tight grip on Kyungsoo's hips that he knows there will be bruises later. He chokes a little when Wufan sends him forward with a particularly hard thrust and while he enjoys it, tears prick at the corners of his eyes. Tao chides Wufan in Mandarin and he hears a gruff laugh before Wufan slams him forward again on purpose. Kyungsoo moans, pushing his ass back for more while still working his tongue over the cock in his mouth. Tao usually prefers things gentle as opposed to Wufan's roughness and the difference in the two sends Kyungsoo to new heights. Tao hums in appreciation, lets fingers run down Kyungsoo's cheeks and jaw and he looks up to see a soft smile.
The tacky hotel comforter under him is starting to chafe against his knees and he shifts enough so his legs don't slide from sweat. Wufan plunges his cock in and out of his ass harder and faster until Kyungsoo just knows he's going to come untouched. But then he's pulling out, the lewd sound of his fist working over his cock loud until Kyungsoo feels warm come hitting his ass and thighs. He lets out a frustrated groan because he was so close. Tao shushes him and runs fingers through Kyungsoo's hair comfortingly. Instead of focusing on how empty he feels, Kyungsoo puts all his energy into bringing Tao to his orgasm, running teeth lightly against the hard flesh and taking him down as much as he can. His fingers grip the base of his dick and pump, Tao now shallowly rocking.
Kyungsoo is pleased when the bed dips behind him, knowing someone is about to fill him again. He wriggles his ass a little and feels a palm connect with his cheek. The sting forces him to inhale harshly and moan as the pain travels to his leaking cock. He's sure there's a small puddle of precome staining the blanket beneath him. Another slap and then someone slides easily into his ass again. Kyungsoo almost sighs in relief, relishing in the slick glide of heated flesh in and out erratically. It's definitely Sehun. He's always enthusiastic, but has never picked up on rhythm.
A hitch in Tao's breathing echoes into Kyungsoo's ears before the almost sweet taste of his come floods his mouth. Tao's diet contains more fruit than the others and he rather enjoys that. Kyungsoo's jaw hurts and his lips feel too stretched but it almost doesn't feel right without a cock in both ends. Joonmyun ends this problem by maneuvering his body under Kyungsoo carefully. They're face to face, Joonmyun spread on top of the comforter and Sehun still slamming into him from behind. His nails curl into the fabric and Joonmyun brings him down for a kiss. Their tongues meet, the older man taking his time to taste the come of the others still lingering on Kyungsoo's tongue.
"You've been so good," Joonmyun whispers against his lips. "Let me reward you."
A delicate hand wraps around Kyungsoo's cock and his entire body shudders at the contact. It's so good and Joonmyun squeezes, running fingers through precome and pumping him hurriedly. Kyungsoo's arms feel like they're going to give and he cries out, trying to push back against Sehun and into Joonmyun's hand at the same time. Sweat runs down from his hair and to the end of his jaw before dripping, leaving an itchy trail, but it doesn't distract him from the precipice he's nearing. Joonmyun kisses him again, steals his breath and swallows the high pitched squeal Kyungsoo lets out when he finally comes. It hits him hard, tensing every muscle in his body and forcing Sehun into his own orgasm. Kyungsoo whines, body pulsing with waves of ecstasy and trembling from exertion.
But it's not over.
"Can you ride me, baby?" Joonmyun coos as he wipes the damp hair from Kyungsoo's forehead. All he can do is nod, crawl up the little bit he needs to position Joonmyun's cock over his already come-filled ass. He uses some of the sticky liquid that's already dribbling down his thighs to lube Joonmyun before sliding down. A cry catches in his dry throat when he finally sits up, takes the weight off his sore arms. His spine pulls taught and his head falls back to stretch lazily. Joonmyun's hands soothe over his thighs before settling on his waist to begin rocking him. Kyungsoo whimpers, sensitive to the movement even though it sends a new rush of desire through him.
They rock together until Kyungsoo has the energy to press his palms to Joonmyun's chest and push himself up. The drop down has him hiccuping to take in enough air, lifting and repeating until Joonmyun thrusts up and takes control. Hot breath skims across his shoulder and Kyungsoo turns his head to see Baekhyun smiling at him. Hands reach around his body and tease around his nipples before pinching lightly. Kyungsoo hisses, head falling as his back rubs against Baekhyun's chest every time he bounces. Baekhyun's tongue is hot when it licks up the side of his neck, chill bumps raising on his flesh from the assault.
"You're so pretty this way," Baekhyun comments with a lilt in his voice. "Sweaty and flushed and eager for cock." One of Baekhyun's fingers trails up Kyungsoo's spine and he curves with it, back bowing because his nail is sharp and the sweat stings. Joonmyun's thrusts quicken as Baekhyun twists his fingers into Kyungsoo's hair and snaps his head back. "You love it."
It's not a question, but Kyungsoo answers anyway. "Yes," he breathes. "Yes."
Kyungsoo clenches around Joonmyun, focusing on rotating his hips and not the pressure of his neck being stretched so far because Baekhyun's still hasn't let go. A few more thrusts and the two men pull Kyungsoo off Joonmyun so he comes over his stomach, letting it pool over Kyungsoo's come from his earlier orgasm. For a moment Kyungsoo thinks they're going to have him lick it up, but Baekhyun seems to be too impatient. He hauls Kyungsoo to the clean side of the bed and lays him on his side, legs together and knees drawn up. Baekhyun settles just below his ass, slapping his cock over Kyungsoo's already reddened cheeks a few times. Kyungsoo watches with hooded eyes and licks his lips in anticipation. He feels his cock already hardening again despite being so worn out, but he welcomes it.
The buzz of adrenaline pricks at his skin when Baekhyun's cock pushes inside slowly. Kyungsoo lets out a stuttered breath, forcing himself to hold his legs together and braces himself with fingers gripping the side of the bed. Hazy eyes look over to see Jongin lounging in the chair by the wall, cock hard again and his hand slowly working over the muscle as Baekhyun begins thrusting. Hips meet the tender skin of his ass and he knows he'll be suffering the after effects of this for days. Baekhyun moans, voice beautiful and raspy and Kyungsoo joins in with his own noises.
His cock is trapped between the legs and his stomach, bouncing enough to remind him of its weighty presence but not enough to feel good. Baekhyun bends over him, buries his cock so far inside Kyungsoo's ass that he inadvertently lifts one of his legs. It gets pushed down almost painfully and Baekhyun rests his forehead in Kyungsoo's hair. He fucks Kyungsoo open with shallow but deep thrusts that have them both grinding together for more. Baekhyun comes with a whine, hips pushing so hard and body jerking through the waves.
Gentle hands land on his body, carefully pulling his legs down and rolling him onto his stomach. Kyungsoo lets out a soft sigh, his cock rubbing against the coarse fabric and catching a little. It's a small moment of relaxation and Kyungsoo's mind is fogged in a lusty haze. He feels the weight on the back of his thighs and wiggles a little in anticipation. Minseok leans over him, cock prodding at his entrance before the head pokes through. Kyungsoo moans, lifting his ass just a little to take in more. The older man slides his arms under Kyungsoo's chest and grips his shoulders before thrusting the rest of the way in. Kyungsoo has no control, can't move save for small jerks of his hips when Minseok fucks into him roughly. His breath catches and his fingers try to find purchase on the blanket, slipping away from him with every slide.
The friction he gets on his own cock is enough to make him harden further, but no more. Minseok's breath hits the back of his neck, sending chill bumps across his skin and he whimpers. It's a steady tempo that builds and builds until Kyungsoo's gasping for air and desperate to come. There's no slowing down, no signal that Minseok's going to stop until suddenly Kyungsoo is empty and he hears a moan muffled in his neck as come hits his cheeks and lower back. Minseok's cock thrusts weakly through his orgasm until his limbs go lax and he releases Kyungsoo's body.
Kyungsoo doesn't know if he can take anymore even with the throbbing of his cock. His body is too heated, coated in sweat and come and his muscles ache when he moves. When Minseok pulls out and away, Kyungsoo doesn't have a chance to recover before arms circle his waist and bring him up. Jongdae props him on his knees, holding him up until Yixing settles in front of him. Kyungsoo wraps his arms around Yixing's neck, brings him in for a kiss as Jongdae's hands trail down his sides slowly. A knee nudges Kyungsoo's thigh and he edges them apart enough for Jongdae to fit between them. All his weight falls on Yixing, who holds him up nicely, when Jongdae dips fingers into his entrance. He's tender and it sends a jolt up his spine. Yixing kisses down the side of his face, nuzzles his neck and bites softly on his shoulder. Kyungsoo feels come almost pouring out of him as Jongdae holds him open. He whimpers at the feeling and presses down just a little. Jongdae snickers and with one strong thrust, buries his cock in Kyungsoo's ass.
Kyungsoo clings to Yixing as Jongdae fucks him, uses him as an anchor as he tries to push down to meet every thrust. Yixing runs a hand down his chest, teases around a nipple before plunging to take hold of his cock. Kyungsoo's mouth drops open, panting as Yixing wraps lithe fingers around both their cocks and pumps. It's a little too much for Kyungsoo and he allows the two men sandwiching him to control his movements. Jongdae grips his hips and pulls his ass back a little while Yixing presses forward.
The familiar grunts in the background play as the soundtrack to the three men on the bed. Kyungsoo kisses Yixing again, a little needy for something in his mouth. Yixing's tongue darts in and out teasingly before his lips clamp on Kyungsoo's tongue and suck. It serves as a small distraction, Yixing releasing his hold on their cocks. He grabs Kyungsoo's hand, and brings it down so he can jerk him off. He's a little frustrated that his dick being left alone, but he knows they'll never leave him like that.
Kyungsoo runs his thumb in circles around the head of Yixing's cock before sliding his fingers down. Gripping the base, he squeezes and drags his hand up. Yixing moans and buries his head in Kyungsoo's neck. Jongdae snaps his hips harder and Kyungsoo doesn't think he can manage to moan anymore, throat dry and sore. Everything chokes off and instead he tightens his hold on Yixing, forcing his orgasm earlier than anticipated. It drips over his fingers and Yixing gives him one final kiss.
When the dancer vacates his position on the bed, Jongdae pushes Kyungsoo forward a little, holding on to his shoulders to keep him up. With Yixing gone, Kyungsoo reaches back and grabs Jongdae's thighs for support. He feels the muscles flexing with every thrust, tensing and untensing. It's not long before Jongdae climaxes, hips stuttering forward to ride it out.
Kyungsoo's still hard, painfully so now and the temptation to jerk himself off and pass out is growing. Jongdae graciously holds him up until Chanyeol sits on the edge of the bed. He pulls a sluggish Kyungsoo into his lap, thighs on either side. Come spills down between Chanyeol's legs, but he doesn't seem to mind. Tender hands run up Kyungsoo's neck and through his hair, sweeping wet strands off his face and lulling him into a half sleep state. He's always found it fascinating that Chanyeol is the gentlest of them, all soft and sweet. He's a cooling balm on a burn and Kyungsoo welcomes it when he feels the man's cock filling him up again.
Chanyeol rocks Kyungsoo's hips for him as the smaller man wraps arms around his neck so he doesn't slump forward. Everything aches, a dull burning around his abused hole and muscles flaring with heat with every move. Chanyeol takes his time, deep moans vibrating through his chest and into Kyungsoo's body. It takes all he has to brace his weight on his knees and lift so he can slide down on Chanyeol's cock. Large hands grip his waist, pulling him up like he's nothing and letting him drop down. It's bordering on over-stimulation, every drag of Chanyeol's cock sending pulses of pleasure through limbs already tingling from so much. It almost feels as if he isn't in his body anymore, hovering just above the scene and taking in how Chanyeol's face contorts in pleasure and how urgent he rocks his own hips down harder and harder.
Hands run down to hold his cheeks open and he sinks that much further, tearing the most delicious of noises out of Chanyeol's mouth. Kyungsoo pushes himself to move, to bounce as much as he can through the burning of his thighs to bring Chanyeol to completion. It's the only thing he can think about, the only thing he wants. Kyungsoo wants Chanyeol to come apart because of him. As submissive as he is to them all, he knows they, in turn, belong to him. No one can fuck like Kyungsoo can.
When Chanyeol comes, Kyungsoo feels the pulses in his cock and grinds down hard as the man growls and thrusts up until he's spilled every drop. Kyungsoo's full weight falls on Chanyeol, too weak to do anything despite his own cock still thick and hard and throbbing between his thighs. He whimpers, unable to hear the low words being spoken in his ear.
Kyungsoo finds himself on his back, legs spread and cool air rushing over his heated skin. He shivers and closes his eyes as he waits. Jongin's the one who crawls onto the mattress and takes Kyungsoo's cock into his mouth. He gasps, thrusting up involuntarily until hands hold his hips down. Jongin's so fucking good at this, saliva cooling the burn and cheeks hollowed for added friction. The head of his cock is squeezed in the back of Jongin's throat and that's all he needs. A sharp cry fills the air as he comes, trembling and grasping for something solid to hold on to. His hands find Wufan, clinging desperately to the man hovering over him and he's thankful for the support.
Sated and drained, Kyungsoo barely registers he's being carried until he's immersed in hot water. After the initial shock, it begins seeping into his skin, working out the aches as several hands belonging to different people wash him carefully. He smiles fondly at the blurred face in front of him before falling asleep. Maybe next time they can take the scratchy comforter off the bed first.
Title: The Only One For Me
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kai/Sehun
Length: 1100w
Summary: vampire au
The heat is clawing its way up his throat, scorching and blistering until he's sure brimstone will fly from his lips when he speaks. Jongin clasps a cold hand around his neck as his shoulder collides with brick and he slumps. His feet are dragging across broken pavement and his body is screaming to stop. But at this point, halting is an assured death sentence and he stumbles forward, searching for a familiar door. It's his pride's fault he's in this situation, starved to the brink of oblivion because of his attachment to a human.
Sehun is a selfish, entitled little brat of a meatbag who wants what Jongin can't give. His heart stopped beating centuries ago and with it went his ability to love. Silly boy craves for an emotion Jongin is incapable of feeling and he'd yelled and screamed about it until the other man simply turned and left in silence. Sehun's shrill cries for him to get back fell on uncaring ears and he left with no intention of going back.
What Jongin hadn't anticipated is his distaste for anyone's blood other than Sehun's. He tried feeding on others only to spit it back out and move on to the next in hopes of better luck. It's been weeks and his immortal body is beginning to crumble. All because of Sehun. There's something about the boy's blood that calls to Jongin and his mouth waters with anticipation.
If only he can make it a little further.
Finally he sees it, picking up the pace until he reaches Sehun's home. He doesn't have the strength to do more than knock, but no one comes to let him in. There's a heartbeat inside - he can hear it - and he squeezes his eyes shut, turning and leaning his back against the door as darkness plucks at the edges of his vision. This isn't how he wants to die.
The firm support disappears with the opening of the door and Jongin crumples backward to land on the floor with eyes open yet unable to focus. "Jongin?" he hears, the voice of an angel - or perhaps a demon - ringing in his ears. The all too addictive scent of Sehun fills his nostrils and coats his tongue. The boy crouches beside him on the floor, worry written across his pretty face and it almost makes him smile. The burning increases and Jongin has Sehun pinned beneath him in a second, the last of his energy reserved just for this moment.
Jongin sinks his fangs in the soft skin of Sehun's neck with a growl, holding down thin wrists with his hands and uncaring of the still open door behind them. Life pours down his parched throat, thick and delicious and he moans as it pulses through his body, revitalizing dead limbs and draining the beauty beneath him. Sehun's soft whimper is what brings Jongin back from the bloodlust, pulling away and licking the wound closed before lifting to gaze at the face he's missed so much.
"You came back," Sehun whispers and it's only then Jongin realizes the boy hadn't once tried to fight him off. Jongin could have killed him and he would have allowed it.
This is where he should probably admit his need of the other, but he doesn't. He can't do that yet. So he kisses him, Sehun cringing at the taste of his own blood on Jongin's tongue, but he doesn't pull away or fight it. The hands around his wrists release their hold and Sehun wraps his arms around the vampire, buries fingers in his hair to hold on as Jongin leaves a trail of fiery kisses down his neck.
The front door is kicked shut as Jongin tears at clothes, body burning with fresh blood and the desire to take Sehun as his own. Heavy breathing hits his ears and Jongin fights his animalistic urges enough to carry Sehun to the bed instead of taking him against the cold wood of the floor. It's all so familiar, the human scent embedded in the comforter and wafting around Jongin like a drug. Sehun's impatiently rutting against him, whimpering and begging for Jongin to fuck him already.
It's so easy to fall into old practices, body acting on instinct as he stretches Sehun with lubed fingers. He knows how fast to go, where to touch and when it's enough. Finally enough. It's needy and desperate, fingers digging into flesh as Jongin pushes into Sehun slowly. The boy's head rolls back as he moans and lifts his hips until they're fully connected. Sehun always reacts so beautifully to Jongin's ministrations, muscles taught and flexing with every push and pull. He's a true masterpiece and Jongin had been the fool to leave in the first place.
Now all he wants to do is make it right.
They rock together with enough force to slam the headboard into the wall and Sehun gasps when Jongin moves too fast for a human to keep pace. The hands guiding his hips are the only reason there's still a rhythm at all. Blood rushes in Jongin's ears, mixing with the small pleasured cries that die in Sehun's throat every time he thrusts forward. He marvels at the flush spread over Sehun's pale chest, over splotches of red that remind Jongin of how human he is.
Maybe it's the sudden knowledge of the fragility of the boy under him, or knowing he's the only lifeline Jongin has on eternity, but his frantic movements slow and Sehun gazes up at him with wide eyes. Jongin leans down to wrap arms around his waist and bury his face in his neck only to kiss the sweaty skin despite the lingering instinct to bite. His thrusts are slow, but powerful and Sehun turns his head to nose his way to Jongin's lips for a kiss. He may not be truly alive, but he feels it when Sehun breathes into his mouth.
Jongin moves to stroke Sehun to completion when he feels his own climax approaching rapidly. The stimulation of blood and life and Sehun is too much for him and he comes with a moan just as the boy beneath him tenses. It's over too fast for Jongin's liking yet he knows there's always later because he's not going anywhere now. Sehun's arms and legs wrap around him, pull their bodies flush so he can cling. It's distractingly cute and Jongin chuckles.
"Stay with me," Sehun whispers.
"Always."
Jongin thinks - maybe - Sehun does have his heart after all.