[Fic] Ficlets and Drabbles
Title: Old Magic
Pairing: Minseok/Sehun
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2200w
Warning: knotting
Summary: Wizard Minseok gets more than he bargained for when he attempts to summon his familiar and ends up with an Alpha werewolf instead.
Well this can't be right.
Minseok looks down at the tome in his hands, the paper brown from age and curling around the edges and he squints to read the ancient runes printed in (probably human) blood. Lu Han had told him not to trust such an unreliable source, but Minseok had ignored his friend's warning. He was too enamored by the temptation of summoning his familiar to listen to reason. "It's old, Minseok," Lu Han had said, trying to wrestle the thick book from Minseok's grasp. "Nothing good ever comes from the old spells."
And as Minseok stares at the being he's just conjured in the center of his sitting room, he can't decide if Lu Han was right or wrong.
The man trapped in a circle of salt and mountain ash is naked, his bare skin pale and the muscles underneath flexing as he tries to pick himself off the floor. His blond hair falls in his face only to be flicked back to reveal a pair of pink pouty lips and eyes glowing as brightly as the moon outside.
Minseok's breath catches in his throat.
"Human," the man growls, sniffing the air curiously as his eyes narrow in Minseok's direction. "Magic user."
Minseok swallows over the lump in his throat and takes a tentative step toward the binding circle. "Who - who are you?" It's very clear that whoever this is, he's not Minseok's familiar. He'd been expecting a spirit maybe, or even a possessed animal or a zombie like poor Yixing has. Not this.
"Sehun, Alpha of the werewolves," he answers, his voice raspy and low. "Why have you summoned me?"
Oh shit.
“I didn’t!” Minseok squeaks, his arm flailing out a little before he grabs the book so it doesn’t fall to the floor. “I mean, I didn’t mean to summon . . . you,” he amends.
The man - Sehun - smirks. It’s just a little upturn on the left side of his mouth, but boy does it do funny things to Minseok’s body. Sehun licks his lips, eyes dragging over Minseok’s form from head to toe and back. “Then what, might I ask, did a man such a delectable as you mean to summon?”
Minseok’s mind goes blank and this time the Very Old, Very Important and Only To Be Used In Extreme Emergencies spellbook does tip out of his hold and land on the floor. “Um. . .”
Sehun tilts his head to the side, slowly making his way toward Minseok, halting only when his toes meet the line of salt and mountain ash. “A nymph, maybe?” he asks, his words low and husky and Minseok’s pretty certain Sehun’s teeth weren’t that sharp a moment ago. “Perhaps a demoness to have your way with.”
“I would never!” Minseok gasps.
“You smell divine,” Sehun growls.
A rush of heat races up Minseok’s spine and he shudders, unable to pull his eyes from the werewolf staring him down as if he hadn’t spoken at all.
“Tell me, magic user,” Sehun begins, standing to his full height. And it’s only then that Minseok dares drop his gaze lower. There’s a telltale hitch in his breathing when he catches sight of Sehun’s obvious arousal - thick and standing proud between his legs. “Now that you have me, what do you intend to do with me?”
There are a lot of answers to that question. None of which, however, Minseok can manage to voice. It’s too hot in the room and his throat is parched, his hands shaky.
Sehun seems amused. He peers down at the barrier keeping him trapped and studies it for a moment. “The least you can do is free me.”
“Oh!” Minseok quickly rushes over, scraping his foot through the line to break it without thinking.
Sehun is upon him in an instant, Minseok’s back hitting the floor hard enough to force all the air from his lungs as Sehun’s weight keeps him pinned. Werewolf eyes peer down at him hungrily and Minseok fears that he’s about to become a meal for one. Sehun bends low, his breath hot and body hotter as he drags his nose down the side of Minseok’s neck. And then he runs his tongue over the same path.
“So tasty.”
“Please don’t eat me,” Minseok whispers, stiff and terrified underneath the beast he unintentionally called forth. He always knew he’d die young from casting a dangerous spell, but this is a bit too young.
Sehun sits up, peering down at Minseok with a predatory smile on his handsome face. “Eat you?” he questions. “I would never eat a treat as decadent as you.” Sehun is slow when he tips his face downward again, lips just barely skimming Minseok’s mouth. “Someone like you deserves to be savored,” he rumbles, his thigh wedging between Minseok’s legs. “I would have you under me every night.”
Minseok lets out a low moan at the thought, eyes closing briefly when he feels the faint press of a kiss just beneath his ear.
“Can I have you, my little magic user?” Sehun asks as the sharp edge of his fingernail cuts a line down the front of Minseok’s shirt, ripping through the fabric like a warm knife through butter.
“Minseok,” he whispers, unable to speak any louder as the heat from Sehun’s palm on his side travels down. “My name -”
“Minseok,” Sehun repeats, “Will you let me have you?”
Minseok has barely let out a soft plea of yes when Sehun descends on him again, pushing up with his thigh hard enough for Minseok to let out a gasp, grinding down as the blood rushes in his ears. Sehun finally kisses him, soft lips that flatten against Minseok’s, only parting when he licks through them and into Minseok’s open, waiting mouth.
Sehun groans in approval, rolling his hips so that Minseok feels his cock against his thigh. Minseok’s never wanted anything so much in his entire, albeit short, life. He whines at the slow pace, trying to work his hands between their bodies so he can get his pants off.
Minseok’s only the littlest bit put out when Sehun shreds his favorite slacks and tosses them over his shoulder. They land in the fireplace, unsalvageable. The remnants of Minseok’s shirt follows and he finds himself naked and yet pleasantly warm with Sehun over him. Sehun leans up and takes in his prize. Minseok is flushed and panting and oh so very in need of Sehun to touch him.
“I’m going to enjoy this.”
Sehun’s eyes are golden, his teeth sharp and his features wild when he plucks Minseok so easily from the floor and puts him on his hands and knees. There’s only a moment where Minseok is left trembling before the heat is back, Sehun’s hands burning on his thighs as he pushes them further apart. Minseok whines in embarrassment, hanging his head and wondering what it is that he’s gotten himself into.
Minseok is unprepared for the slick glide of Sehun’s tongue as he swipes it between his cheeks once, twice, three times.
“So good,” Sehun purrs. “You wizards are always so exceptionally sweet.”
All Minseok can do is rock back, enjoy the pleasure that skitters through him when Sehun licks again, pulling his cheeks apart to tease around his rim. It’s so good and wet and hot and Minseok balls his fists as best he can in the carpet. Lu Han would be livid if he could see him now. ”That’s genuine unicorn mane, Minseok! You don’t just ruin a unicorn mane rug with bodily fluids!”
Sehun’s tongue pushes inside him and Minseok’s mind fizzles and goes blank, moving on pure instinct to push himself back for more. When Sehun slides a finger in alongside his tongue, Minseok is thankful that his nails have receded although it still burns a little. He barely retains the sense to conjure the bottle of oil he keeps stashed by his bed for those lonely nights. (Every night.)
It appears in front of him and Minseok grabs it, knocking the bottle against Sehun’s arm for him to take. Sehun chuckles softly and he pulls away, giving Minseok a brief reprieve before beginning again - this time with more fervor. Two slick fingers slide into Minseok's body and he keens, tilting forward and exhaling a ragged breath. Sehun busies himself by sucking a large, red and purple mark into Minseok's left cheek as he stretches him open. His fingers curl and Minseok lets out a loud moan that echoes and he can feel Sehun's smirk against his skin.
"Are you ready, my Minseok?" Sehun asks, mostly as a warning Minseok supposes because he doesn't wait for an answer. Sehun's cock presses into him, spreading him wider than he was prepared for.
Minseok's chest collapses to the rug, his ass high in the air as Sehun slides all the way in agonizingly slow. It's too hot, his skin itching and sweat beading over his brow and all Minseok wants Sehun to do is move.
He can’t stop clenching around Sehun’s girth, groaning at the pleasure that shoots through him each time he does it. Sehun seems to enjoy it too because he’s finally holding Minseok by his waist and fucking into him. It’s hard and fast and sloppy and Minseok is shunted over the rug, a sob building in his chest from the pressure now coiling in his gut.
Sehun leaves bruises on Minseok’s waist, his hips, drags his nearly too sharp nails down his back and to his cheeks so he can spread them open, watch his cock as it slides in and out so easily. Minseok would be mortified except it feels too good and he can’t focus on anything save for the friction and heat and the way his own cock throbs with the need to be touched.
The thickness of Sehun’s cock almost seems to be growing and Minseok wheezes, jaw slack as it tugs at his rim with each harried thrust. Sehun pushes hard into Minseok one last time and grinds his cock further inside him, rocking his hips with a low growl.
“Wh-what -” Minseok tries to ask, but it’s hard to speak when he can’t breathe, when Sehun’s cock fills him nearly too full.
“Didn’t I tell you, my Minseok?” Sehun laughs, his body falling over Minseok’s back to push him down further until his cock is trapped between his stomach and the rug. Sehun doesn’t stop moving and Minseok does let out a sob of pleasure this time. “Alphas don’t fuck. They breed.”
Minseok lets out a pitiful, distressed noise that only amuses Sehun more. The werewolf laughs again, his breath cool against Minseok’s sweat coated skin and it sends shivers down his spine.
“Don’t worry,” Sehun adds, dragging his tongue across the back of Minseok’s neck and to his shoulder. His lips graze the shell of Minseok’s ear when he speaks again. “I can’t actually breed you until you take my bite.”
Minseok’s completely lost in it, his body on autopilot as he continues to rut back on Sehun’s cock, his own rubbing over the rug and alleviating the pressure a little. He wants so badly to come and Sehun is doing little to help him. A soft whine leaves his mouth when Sehun’s arms wrap around his waist and lift until he’s on his knees. Sehun is gentle, face pressed to Minseok’s neck when he guides Minseok onto his lap, keeping Minseok’s legs apart. His cock is still locked in place inside Minseok and this new angle has Minseok clinging to Sehun’s thighs and rocking wildly.
Sehun urges him to keep going, move just a little faster, yes, that’s good, Minseok, so good, just like that. Minseok’s head drops back onto Sehun’s shoulder, his entire body on fire when Sehun reaches down and fists his cock. His fingers are tight, his palm slick with oil and he’s efficient, stroking the length of Minseok’s cock until he’s curling in on himself, softly crying out when he comes.
Through the haze, Minseok hears Sehun groaning, feels the scrape of teeth over his shoulder and the way Sehun’s cock pulses and throbs inside him. Sehun holds Minseok upright, nosing his way across his back and leaning his head on Minseok’s shoulder with a soft sigh.
“I like it here,” Sehun declares. “I think I’ll stay.”
Lu Han is draped over Minseok’s red velvet settee, regaling Minseok with his latest tales of gallantry. (Running screaming from an angry band of centaurs hardly falls under the gallant or heroic heading in Minseok’s book, but Lu Han does so enjoy talking that he lets him continue.)
“There’s was a hoof only a whisker’s length from my face and -”
Minseok looks up with interest when Lu Han’s voice fades with a choked noise. He follows Lu Han’s line of sight, smiling as he watches Sehun - who has an inherent hatred for clothing so never wears any - waltz through the sitting room and into the kitchen.
“Who is that?” Lu Han whispers conspiratorially.
“My familiar,” Minseok answers with a cheeky, knowing grin.
Lu Han’s eyes widen and he sits up suddenly, hands reaching out for Minseok. “Let me borrow that spellbook.”
Title: Just Rewards
Pairing: Joonmyun/Jongin
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1300w
Summary: (hybrid!au) A pwp continuation set in The Master's New Companion verse.
"Master," Joonmyun purrs into Jongin's neck, letting out a soft noise of pleasure as he clings to Jongin's shoulders.
Jongin's cock grows harder at the title that slips so decadently from Joonmyun's mouth; he only uses it when he's worked up and desperate enough to fall back on his instincts. Joonmyun's pale thighs slide further apart, the breath in his throat hitching when Jongin tugs on the base of the plug nestled snug inside Joonmyun's ass. It's been there since Jongin came home during lunch, presenting his newest gift to Joonmyun who’d asked immediately if he could try it. Jongin had watched as Joonmyun stretched himself with his slick little fingers before sliding the glass toy inside himself.
It's been nearly five hours since then and now Joonmyun is on his knees over Jongin's lap, his black tail swishing behind him and head tipping back in pleasure as Jongin pushes the plug into him again. There's a pink flush over Joonmyun's cheeks and his lips are wet and swollen from when he pounced on Jongin only moments after he’d returned home, shoving him down on the couch to kiss him desperately until Jongin pried him away.
Jongin runs his free hand up Joonmyun's neck, pressing on his Adam's apple with his thumb lightly before continuing so he can grip his kitty by the chin. "Do you like your new toy?" Jongin asks, peering into a pair of dark, half-lidded eyes.
Joonmyun nods frantically, mewling loud when Jongin twists the plug and tugs until it nearly slips out of him. He can only imagine how much Joonmyun must be aching, knowing his kitty would never get himself off unless Jongin specifically told him to. Normally Jongin would tease Joonmyun relentlessly, bringing him to the edge only to draw him back over and over ... but Joonmyun's been through enough today.
With a slick pop, the plug pulls free and Joonmyun slumps over Jongin, clawing at his back and whimpering at the sudden loss. Jongin can feel the press of Joonmyun's cock against his chest, precome quickly soaking through the expensive fabric. Joonmyun's tail smacks repeatedly against Jongin's arm and he's shaking, trembling as he ruts forward to alleviate the ache of arousal.
Jongin is quick to curl fingers in Joonmyun's hair and bring him in for a kiss. Joonmyun moans into his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick through Jongin's lips with urgency. It takes a little maneuvering, especially with Joonmyun unwilling to part with any contact between them, but Jongin manages to pop open the button on his slacks and run down the zipper without having to break free from Joonmyun's hold.
Joonmyun catches on, his sharp incisors tugging on Jongin's lower lip while he slips his hand downward to pull Jongin's cock free from his boxers. Deft fingers work over his dick, squeezing around the tip to swipe away the precome and slick him up.
Jongin lets Joonmyun guide his cock to his ass as Jongin takes hold of Joonmyun's cheeks and spreads them wide. The crown of his cock pushes against Joonmyun's stretched rim and Joonmyun starts purring just as it slides inside him. He sits all the way down on Jongin's cock, panting and squirming and so pretty.
Jongin adores Joonmyun.
Eagerly, Joonmyun begins bouncing on Jongin's cock as he clenches around him, rotating his hips until he finds just the right angle. Joonmyun feels perfect around his cock - tight and hot and slick - and Jongin digs his fingers into the plump flesh of his ass, pulling him open further. Joonmyun cries out, whimpering with each thrust that drives him further toward the end.
Jongin fucks Joonmyun roughly, their thighs slapping and his cock burying completely inside Joonmyun before he helps him lift and do it again. When Joonmyun is this wanton, he forgets to be embarrassed about wanting to be taken. There used to be a time when he would blush and refuse to look at Jongin after he’d asked to be taken hard enough to leave bruises and marks for days. But right now he's begging for more, silken words dripping into Jongin's ear, asking for more more more, Jongin, your cock feels so good.
Jongin doesn't even care that Joonmyun comes so quickly, ropes of white suddenly shooting up Jongin's already soiled shirt. Joonmyun pulses tight around him, fucking himself through the aftershocks until he can't anymore. A quiet whine is muffled against Jongin's neck when Joonmyun goes lax and Jongin lifts him off his cock gently, not wanting to hurt him.
Joonmyun moves to slide off the couch and to his knees, but Jongin grabs him, sweeping the sweaty bangs off Joonmyun's forehead and out of his eyes. "Stay up here," he says and Joonmyun nods, burying his face back in Jongin's neck.
With one arm around Joonmyun's waist to keep him close, Jongin fists his cock to get himself off. His head falls back and Joonmyun noses up to his lips, capturing Jongin's mouth in a languid, messy kiss. Jongin gasps, hips stuttering up when Joonmyun wraps his fingers around Jongin's and squeezes tighter around his dick.
Jongin's toes curl in the carpet, sweat trails down the back of his shirt and he nearly closes his eyes, but the image of Joonmyun in front of him is too enticing to give up. He's so close, the pressure in his gut pulled taut and ready to snap.
Joonmyun lifts suddenly, his tail brushing down the side of Jongin's face and Jongin barely has time to look down and see the tip of his dick disappear inside Joonmyun's ass.
"Want you to come inside me," Joonmyun breathes and that's all it takes. Joonmyun's hand strokes up and down his shaft as he shoots his load inside him. Joonmyun purrs louder, stronger while clenching around the crown of Jongin's cock until he's spent. His ears twitch and his tail coils around Jongin's arm and Jongin is irrevocably in love with the beautiful creature on top of him.
The best thing about sex with Joonmyun - aside from the actual sex - is how cuddly and clingy he is after. He's all hands as Jongin cleans him up, redressing Joonmyun in loose fitting cloth pants that won't catch on the smaller plug Joonmyun had asked him to use to keep Jongin's come from leaking out. Joonmyun is curled up on the couch, arms wrapped around one of the cushions and Jongin aims to replace that cushion with himself, but the doorbell rings.
"What?" Jongin snaps when he swings the door open, hoping to scare off all visitors.
Chanyeol raises an eyebrow, but Zitao just barrels into the house like he owns the place. "Are we interrupting something?" Chanyeol teases.
Jongin groans. "Yes, actually."
Chanyeol merely shrugs and shoulders past Jongin as well, leaving him to close the door and follow. "This better be good," he tells his best friend (who also happens to be the man Jongin is throttling in his mind).
"Zitao wouldn't stop whining until I brought him to see his precious Joonmyun," Chanyeol explains.
Jongin scowls. He's regretting ever introducing Zitao to Joonmyun, but at the time Joonmyun had been lonely and it had seemed like a great idea. Jongin hadn't counted on Zitao becoming quite so attached.
The pair walk into the living room and Jongin sees that Zitao has now stolen Jongin's post-sex cuddling. With a pout, he heads over to the liquor cabinet. "Want a drink?" he offers and Chanyeol nods.
"Yeah, it's going to be a long night."
Jongin agrees. He's already planning to fuck Joonmyun again later so he can finally get his allotted snuggling and he's not going to be so forgiving this time.
Title: Sunday
Pairing: Minseok/Sehun
Rating: R
Length: 700w
Warning: character death
Author's Note: Because I really am the bitch who did this.
Summary: The world ends on a Tuesday.
The world ends on a Tuesday. Sehun is sitting at his computer, diligently typing up the essay he'd meant to turn in the week before when the power flickers. He loses all his work, cursing at the screen and letting his head fall on the keyboard. Minseok comes out of the shower, shampoo still in his hair and a towel haphazardly wrapped around his waist. They share a look of despair before going back to their tasks.
The power flickers several more times during the next hour before cutting out completely. Their small apartment is plunged into darkness and Minseok is busy lighting the emergency candles he'd brought out earlier just in case. Sehun watches the way the flame dances, lights up Minseok's handsome face and he grins. "Well we might as well make the best of it," Sehun says, dragging Minseok toward him, fingers twisted in the front of Minseok's shirt.
Tt's a wonder Sehun's never thought of doing this before, kissing his way down Minseok's chest and to his thighs as the candles burn around them. Minseok looks gorgeous, stunning, breathtaking as he bends toward Sehun's touch, his mouth.
Sehun makes love to Minseok in the middle of their living room floor, taking his time, the world outside their four walls forgotten. They camp out by the couch, the smaller candles doused and the larger ones moved to the coffee table so they don't get knocked over. Sehun feels like a kid again, pulling out every blanket they own and piling them up before snuggling in with Minseok's head tucked beneath his chin.
They fall asleep to silence.
They wake to screams.
The power is still out, their candles low and Minseok has a tight hold on Sehun's arm to keep Sehun behind him. Always the chivalrous one. There's banging against the walls, scuffling in the hallway and the silence that follows a piercing shriek has Sehun's blood running cold. "Minseok," he whispers in warning even as Minseok walks slowly, carefully toward their door.
The one battery-powered clock they own reads eleven forty-six, the ticking of the second hand unheard over the sound of Sehun's breathing and his heart nearly stops when Minseok twists the knob, pulling the door open just enough to peer into the dark hallway outside.
Sehun reaches out to tug Minseok back, more fearful of the silence outside than he was of the noises. His heart is beating in his throat, his stomach twisting, nerves just waiting for something to happen. Minseok closes the door as quietly as he'd opened it, turning to Sehun with his eyebrows furrowed, uncertain fear pinching his lips together.
Sehun feels relieved if only for a moment.
A shot fires in the silence, warmth splashes over Sehun's face and chest and he watches as a trail of blood pours steadily from the hole in Minseok's forehead before his body crumples to the floor.
Sehun screams.
The door bursts open, men dressed in black pouring inside, but all Sehun can see is the slack features of Minseok's face and he reaches out to touch him, too shocked to take it in.
Minseok is dead.
Sehun's fingertips slide over Minseok's cheek as a second gunshot goes off. The force of the bullet passing clean through his chest pushes Sehun back, his head slamming painfully to the floor, but it's nothing compared to the agony of seeing Minseok so lifeless, so still. He still tries to reach out and grab him even as his vision goes dark.
"Tag 'em and bag 'em," someone says, kicking Sehun's hand away from Minseok.
Blood bubbles up Sehun's throat, frothing in the corners of his mouth and he jerks, unable to breathe. He dies with his eyes open, fingers twitching toward Minseok and a tear sliding down his temple to drip onto the stained rug.
The world ends on a Tuesday.
Sehun and Minseok are shipped to a laboratory in the arctic for research as countries tear themselves apart.
The world ends on a Tuesday.
Sehun and Minseok wake up on a Sunday.
Pairing: Minseok/Sehun
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2200w
Warning: knotting
Summary: Wizard Minseok gets more than he bargained for when he attempts to summon his familiar and ends up with an Alpha werewolf instead.
Well this can't be right.
Minseok looks down at the tome in his hands, the paper brown from age and curling around the edges and he squints to read the ancient runes printed in (probably human) blood. Lu Han had told him not to trust such an unreliable source, but Minseok had ignored his friend's warning. He was too enamored by the temptation of summoning his familiar to listen to reason. "It's old, Minseok," Lu Han had said, trying to wrestle the thick book from Minseok's grasp. "Nothing good ever comes from the old spells."
And as Minseok stares at the being he's just conjured in the center of his sitting room, he can't decide if Lu Han was right or wrong.
The man trapped in a circle of salt and mountain ash is naked, his bare skin pale and the muscles underneath flexing as he tries to pick himself off the floor. His blond hair falls in his face only to be flicked back to reveal a pair of pink pouty lips and eyes glowing as brightly as the moon outside.
Minseok's breath catches in his throat.
"Human," the man growls, sniffing the air curiously as his eyes narrow in Minseok's direction. "Magic user."
Minseok swallows over the lump in his throat and takes a tentative step toward the binding circle. "Who - who are you?" It's very clear that whoever this is, he's not Minseok's familiar. He'd been expecting a spirit maybe, or even a possessed animal or a zombie like poor Yixing has. Not this.
"Sehun, Alpha of the werewolves," he answers, his voice raspy and low. "Why have you summoned me?"
Oh shit.
“I didn’t!” Minseok squeaks, his arm flailing out a little before he grabs the book so it doesn’t fall to the floor. “I mean, I didn’t mean to summon . . . you,” he amends.
The man - Sehun - smirks. It’s just a little upturn on the left side of his mouth, but boy does it do funny things to Minseok’s body. Sehun licks his lips, eyes dragging over Minseok’s form from head to toe and back. “Then what, might I ask, did a man such a delectable as you mean to summon?”
Minseok’s mind goes blank and this time the Very Old, Very Important and Only To Be Used In Extreme Emergencies spellbook does tip out of his hold and land on the floor. “Um. . .”
Sehun tilts his head to the side, slowly making his way toward Minseok, halting only when his toes meet the line of salt and mountain ash. “A nymph, maybe?” he asks, his words low and husky and Minseok’s pretty certain Sehun’s teeth weren’t that sharp a moment ago. “Perhaps a demoness to have your way with.”
“I would never!” Minseok gasps.
“You smell divine,” Sehun growls.
A rush of heat races up Minseok’s spine and he shudders, unable to pull his eyes from the werewolf staring him down as if he hadn’t spoken at all.
“Tell me, magic user,” Sehun begins, standing to his full height. And it’s only then that Minseok dares drop his gaze lower. There’s a telltale hitch in his breathing when he catches sight of Sehun’s obvious arousal - thick and standing proud between his legs. “Now that you have me, what do you intend to do with me?”
There are a lot of answers to that question. None of which, however, Minseok can manage to voice. It’s too hot in the room and his throat is parched, his hands shaky.
Sehun seems amused. He peers down at the barrier keeping him trapped and studies it for a moment. “The least you can do is free me.”
“Oh!” Minseok quickly rushes over, scraping his foot through the line to break it without thinking.
Sehun is upon him in an instant, Minseok’s back hitting the floor hard enough to force all the air from his lungs as Sehun’s weight keeps him pinned. Werewolf eyes peer down at him hungrily and Minseok fears that he’s about to become a meal for one. Sehun bends low, his breath hot and body hotter as he drags his nose down the side of Minseok’s neck. And then he runs his tongue over the same path.
“So tasty.”
“Please don’t eat me,” Minseok whispers, stiff and terrified underneath the beast he unintentionally called forth. He always knew he’d die young from casting a dangerous spell, but this is a bit too young.
Sehun sits up, peering down at Minseok with a predatory smile on his handsome face. “Eat you?” he questions. “I would never eat a treat as decadent as you.” Sehun is slow when he tips his face downward again, lips just barely skimming Minseok’s mouth. “Someone like you deserves to be savored,” he rumbles, his thigh wedging between Minseok’s legs. “I would have you under me every night.”
Minseok lets out a low moan at the thought, eyes closing briefly when he feels the faint press of a kiss just beneath his ear.
“Can I have you, my little magic user?” Sehun asks as the sharp edge of his fingernail cuts a line down the front of Minseok’s shirt, ripping through the fabric like a warm knife through butter.
“Minseok,” he whispers, unable to speak any louder as the heat from Sehun’s palm on his side travels down. “My name -”
“Minseok,” Sehun repeats, “Will you let me have you?”
Minseok has barely let out a soft plea of yes when Sehun descends on him again, pushing up with his thigh hard enough for Minseok to let out a gasp, grinding down as the blood rushes in his ears. Sehun finally kisses him, soft lips that flatten against Minseok’s, only parting when he licks through them and into Minseok’s open, waiting mouth.
Sehun groans in approval, rolling his hips so that Minseok feels his cock against his thigh. Minseok’s never wanted anything so much in his entire, albeit short, life. He whines at the slow pace, trying to work his hands between their bodies so he can get his pants off.
Minseok’s only the littlest bit put out when Sehun shreds his favorite slacks and tosses them over his shoulder. They land in the fireplace, unsalvageable. The remnants of Minseok’s shirt follows and he finds himself naked and yet pleasantly warm with Sehun over him. Sehun leans up and takes in his prize. Minseok is flushed and panting and oh so very in need of Sehun to touch him.
“I’m going to enjoy this.”
Sehun’s eyes are golden, his teeth sharp and his features wild when he plucks Minseok so easily from the floor and puts him on his hands and knees. There’s only a moment where Minseok is left trembling before the heat is back, Sehun’s hands burning on his thighs as he pushes them further apart. Minseok whines in embarrassment, hanging his head and wondering what it is that he’s gotten himself into.
Minseok is unprepared for the slick glide of Sehun’s tongue as he swipes it between his cheeks once, twice, three times.
“So good,” Sehun purrs. “You wizards are always so exceptionally sweet.”
All Minseok can do is rock back, enjoy the pleasure that skitters through him when Sehun licks again, pulling his cheeks apart to tease around his rim. It’s so good and wet and hot and Minseok balls his fists as best he can in the carpet. Lu Han would be livid if he could see him now. ”That’s genuine unicorn mane, Minseok! You don’t just ruin a unicorn mane rug with bodily fluids!”
Sehun’s tongue pushes inside him and Minseok’s mind fizzles and goes blank, moving on pure instinct to push himself back for more. When Sehun slides a finger in alongside his tongue, Minseok is thankful that his nails have receded although it still burns a little. He barely retains the sense to conjure the bottle of oil he keeps stashed by his bed for those lonely nights. (Every night.)
It appears in front of him and Minseok grabs it, knocking the bottle against Sehun’s arm for him to take. Sehun chuckles softly and he pulls away, giving Minseok a brief reprieve before beginning again - this time with more fervor. Two slick fingers slide into Minseok's body and he keens, tilting forward and exhaling a ragged breath. Sehun busies himself by sucking a large, red and purple mark into Minseok's left cheek as he stretches him open. His fingers curl and Minseok lets out a loud moan that echoes and he can feel Sehun's smirk against his skin.
"Are you ready, my Minseok?" Sehun asks, mostly as a warning Minseok supposes because he doesn't wait for an answer. Sehun's cock presses into him, spreading him wider than he was prepared for.
Minseok's chest collapses to the rug, his ass high in the air as Sehun slides all the way in agonizingly slow. It's too hot, his skin itching and sweat beading over his brow and all Minseok wants Sehun to do is move.
He can’t stop clenching around Sehun’s girth, groaning at the pleasure that shoots through him each time he does it. Sehun seems to enjoy it too because he’s finally holding Minseok by his waist and fucking into him. It’s hard and fast and sloppy and Minseok is shunted over the rug, a sob building in his chest from the pressure now coiling in his gut.
Sehun leaves bruises on Minseok’s waist, his hips, drags his nearly too sharp nails down his back and to his cheeks so he can spread them open, watch his cock as it slides in and out so easily. Minseok would be mortified except it feels too good and he can’t focus on anything save for the friction and heat and the way his own cock throbs with the need to be touched.
The thickness of Sehun’s cock almost seems to be growing and Minseok wheezes, jaw slack as it tugs at his rim with each harried thrust. Sehun pushes hard into Minseok one last time and grinds his cock further inside him, rocking his hips with a low growl.
“Wh-what -” Minseok tries to ask, but it’s hard to speak when he can’t breathe, when Sehun’s cock fills him nearly too full.
“Didn’t I tell you, my Minseok?” Sehun laughs, his body falling over Minseok’s back to push him down further until his cock is trapped between his stomach and the rug. Sehun doesn’t stop moving and Minseok does let out a sob of pleasure this time. “Alphas don’t fuck. They breed.”
Minseok lets out a pitiful, distressed noise that only amuses Sehun more. The werewolf laughs again, his breath cool against Minseok’s sweat coated skin and it sends shivers down his spine.
“Don’t worry,” Sehun adds, dragging his tongue across the back of Minseok’s neck and to his shoulder. His lips graze the shell of Minseok’s ear when he speaks again. “I can’t actually breed you until you take my bite.”
Minseok’s completely lost in it, his body on autopilot as he continues to rut back on Sehun’s cock, his own rubbing over the rug and alleviating the pressure a little. He wants so badly to come and Sehun is doing little to help him. A soft whine leaves his mouth when Sehun’s arms wrap around his waist and lift until he’s on his knees. Sehun is gentle, face pressed to Minseok’s neck when he guides Minseok onto his lap, keeping Minseok’s legs apart. His cock is still locked in place inside Minseok and this new angle has Minseok clinging to Sehun’s thighs and rocking wildly.
Sehun urges him to keep going, move just a little faster, yes, that’s good, Minseok, so good, just like that. Minseok’s head drops back onto Sehun’s shoulder, his entire body on fire when Sehun reaches down and fists his cock. His fingers are tight, his palm slick with oil and he’s efficient, stroking the length of Minseok’s cock until he’s curling in on himself, softly crying out when he comes.
Through the haze, Minseok hears Sehun groaning, feels the scrape of teeth over his shoulder and the way Sehun’s cock pulses and throbs inside him. Sehun holds Minseok upright, nosing his way across his back and leaning his head on Minseok’s shoulder with a soft sigh.
“I like it here,” Sehun declares. “I think I’ll stay.”
Lu Han is draped over Minseok’s red velvet settee, regaling Minseok with his latest tales of gallantry. (Running screaming from an angry band of centaurs hardly falls under the gallant or heroic heading in Minseok’s book, but Lu Han does so enjoy talking that he lets him continue.)
“There’s was a hoof only a whisker’s length from my face and -”
Minseok looks up with interest when Lu Han’s voice fades with a choked noise. He follows Lu Han’s line of sight, smiling as he watches Sehun - who has an inherent hatred for clothing so never wears any - waltz through the sitting room and into the kitchen.
“Who is that?” Lu Han whispers conspiratorially.
“My familiar,” Minseok answers with a cheeky, knowing grin.
Lu Han’s eyes widen and he sits up suddenly, hands reaching out for Minseok. “Let me borrow that spellbook.”
Title: Just Rewards
Pairing: Joonmyun/Jongin
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1300w
Summary: (hybrid!au) A pwp continuation set in The Master's New Companion verse.
"Master," Joonmyun purrs into Jongin's neck, letting out a soft noise of pleasure as he clings to Jongin's shoulders.
Jongin's cock grows harder at the title that slips so decadently from Joonmyun's mouth; he only uses it when he's worked up and desperate enough to fall back on his instincts. Joonmyun's pale thighs slide further apart, the breath in his throat hitching when Jongin tugs on the base of the plug nestled snug inside Joonmyun's ass. It's been there since Jongin came home during lunch, presenting his newest gift to Joonmyun who’d asked immediately if he could try it. Jongin had watched as Joonmyun stretched himself with his slick little fingers before sliding the glass toy inside himself.
It's been nearly five hours since then and now Joonmyun is on his knees over Jongin's lap, his black tail swishing behind him and head tipping back in pleasure as Jongin pushes the plug into him again. There's a pink flush over Joonmyun's cheeks and his lips are wet and swollen from when he pounced on Jongin only moments after he’d returned home, shoving him down on the couch to kiss him desperately until Jongin pried him away.
Jongin runs his free hand up Joonmyun's neck, pressing on his Adam's apple with his thumb lightly before continuing so he can grip his kitty by the chin. "Do you like your new toy?" Jongin asks, peering into a pair of dark, half-lidded eyes.
Joonmyun nods frantically, mewling loud when Jongin twists the plug and tugs until it nearly slips out of him. He can only imagine how much Joonmyun must be aching, knowing his kitty would never get himself off unless Jongin specifically told him to. Normally Jongin would tease Joonmyun relentlessly, bringing him to the edge only to draw him back over and over ... but Joonmyun's been through enough today.
With a slick pop, the plug pulls free and Joonmyun slumps over Jongin, clawing at his back and whimpering at the sudden loss. Jongin can feel the press of Joonmyun's cock against his chest, precome quickly soaking through the expensive fabric. Joonmyun's tail smacks repeatedly against Jongin's arm and he's shaking, trembling as he ruts forward to alleviate the ache of arousal.
Jongin is quick to curl fingers in Joonmyun's hair and bring him in for a kiss. Joonmyun moans into his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick through Jongin's lips with urgency. It takes a little maneuvering, especially with Joonmyun unwilling to part with any contact between them, but Jongin manages to pop open the button on his slacks and run down the zipper without having to break free from Joonmyun's hold.
Joonmyun catches on, his sharp incisors tugging on Jongin's lower lip while he slips his hand downward to pull Jongin's cock free from his boxers. Deft fingers work over his dick, squeezing around the tip to swipe away the precome and slick him up.
Jongin lets Joonmyun guide his cock to his ass as Jongin takes hold of Joonmyun's cheeks and spreads them wide. The crown of his cock pushes against Joonmyun's stretched rim and Joonmyun starts purring just as it slides inside him. He sits all the way down on Jongin's cock, panting and squirming and so pretty.
Jongin adores Joonmyun.
Eagerly, Joonmyun begins bouncing on Jongin's cock as he clenches around him, rotating his hips until he finds just the right angle. Joonmyun feels perfect around his cock - tight and hot and slick - and Jongin digs his fingers into the plump flesh of his ass, pulling him open further. Joonmyun cries out, whimpering with each thrust that drives him further toward the end.
Jongin fucks Joonmyun roughly, their thighs slapping and his cock burying completely inside Joonmyun before he helps him lift and do it again. When Joonmyun is this wanton, he forgets to be embarrassed about wanting to be taken. There used to be a time when he would blush and refuse to look at Jongin after he’d asked to be taken hard enough to leave bruises and marks for days. But right now he's begging for more, silken words dripping into Jongin's ear, asking for more more more, Jongin, your cock feels so good.
Jongin doesn't even care that Joonmyun comes so quickly, ropes of white suddenly shooting up Jongin's already soiled shirt. Joonmyun pulses tight around him, fucking himself through the aftershocks until he can't anymore. A quiet whine is muffled against Jongin's neck when Joonmyun goes lax and Jongin lifts him off his cock gently, not wanting to hurt him.
Joonmyun moves to slide off the couch and to his knees, but Jongin grabs him, sweeping the sweaty bangs off Joonmyun's forehead and out of his eyes. "Stay up here," he says and Joonmyun nods, burying his face back in Jongin's neck.
With one arm around Joonmyun's waist to keep him close, Jongin fists his cock to get himself off. His head falls back and Joonmyun noses up to his lips, capturing Jongin's mouth in a languid, messy kiss. Jongin gasps, hips stuttering up when Joonmyun wraps his fingers around Jongin's and squeezes tighter around his dick.
Jongin's toes curl in the carpet, sweat trails down the back of his shirt and he nearly closes his eyes, but the image of Joonmyun in front of him is too enticing to give up. He's so close, the pressure in his gut pulled taut and ready to snap.
Joonmyun lifts suddenly, his tail brushing down the side of Jongin's face and Jongin barely has time to look down and see the tip of his dick disappear inside Joonmyun's ass.
"Want you to come inside me," Joonmyun breathes and that's all it takes. Joonmyun's hand strokes up and down his shaft as he shoots his load inside him. Joonmyun purrs louder, stronger while clenching around the crown of Jongin's cock until he's spent. His ears twitch and his tail coils around Jongin's arm and Jongin is irrevocably in love with the beautiful creature on top of him.
The best thing about sex with Joonmyun - aside from the actual sex - is how cuddly and clingy he is after. He's all hands as Jongin cleans him up, redressing Joonmyun in loose fitting cloth pants that won't catch on the smaller plug Joonmyun had asked him to use to keep Jongin's come from leaking out. Joonmyun is curled up on the couch, arms wrapped around one of the cushions and Jongin aims to replace that cushion with himself, but the doorbell rings.
"What?" Jongin snaps when he swings the door open, hoping to scare off all visitors.
Chanyeol raises an eyebrow, but Zitao just barrels into the house like he owns the place. "Are we interrupting something?" Chanyeol teases.
Jongin groans. "Yes, actually."
Chanyeol merely shrugs and shoulders past Jongin as well, leaving him to close the door and follow. "This better be good," he tells his best friend (who also happens to be the man Jongin is throttling in his mind).
"Zitao wouldn't stop whining until I brought him to see his precious Joonmyun," Chanyeol explains.
Jongin scowls. He's regretting ever introducing Zitao to Joonmyun, but at the time Joonmyun had been lonely and it had seemed like a great idea. Jongin hadn't counted on Zitao becoming quite so attached.
The pair walk into the living room and Jongin sees that Zitao has now stolen Jongin's post-sex cuddling. With a pout, he heads over to the liquor cabinet. "Want a drink?" he offers and Chanyeol nods.
"Yeah, it's going to be a long night."
Jongin agrees. He's already planning to fuck Joonmyun again later so he can finally get his allotted snuggling and he's not going to be so forgiving this time.
Title: Sunday
Pairing: Minseok/Sehun
Rating: R
Length: 700w
Warning: character death
Author's Note: Because I really am the bitch who did this.
Summary: The world ends on a Tuesday.
The world ends on a Tuesday. Sehun is sitting at his computer, diligently typing up the essay he'd meant to turn in the week before when the power flickers. He loses all his work, cursing at the screen and letting his head fall on the keyboard. Minseok comes out of the shower, shampoo still in his hair and a towel haphazardly wrapped around his waist. They share a look of despair before going back to their tasks.
The power flickers several more times during the next hour before cutting out completely. Their small apartment is plunged into darkness and Minseok is busy lighting the emergency candles he'd brought out earlier just in case. Sehun watches the way the flame dances, lights up Minseok's handsome face and he grins. "Well we might as well make the best of it," Sehun says, dragging Minseok toward him, fingers twisted in the front of Minseok's shirt.
Tt's a wonder Sehun's never thought of doing this before, kissing his way down Minseok's chest and to his thighs as the candles burn around them. Minseok looks gorgeous, stunning, breathtaking as he bends toward Sehun's touch, his mouth.
Sehun makes love to Minseok in the middle of their living room floor, taking his time, the world outside their four walls forgotten. They camp out by the couch, the smaller candles doused and the larger ones moved to the coffee table so they don't get knocked over. Sehun feels like a kid again, pulling out every blanket they own and piling them up before snuggling in with Minseok's head tucked beneath his chin.
They fall asleep to silence.
They wake to screams.
The power is still out, their candles low and Minseok has a tight hold on Sehun's arm to keep Sehun behind him. Always the chivalrous one. There's banging against the walls, scuffling in the hallway and the silence that follows a piercing shriek has Sehun's blood running cold. "Minseok," he whispers in warning even as Minseok walks slowly, carefully toward their door.
The one battery-powered clock they own reads eleven forty-six, the ticking of the second hand unheard over the sound of Sehun's breathing and his heart nearly stops when Minseok twists the knob, pulling the door open just enough to peer into the dark hallway outside.
Sehun reaches out to tug Minseok back, more fearful of the silence outside than he was of the noises. His heart is beating in his throat, his stomach twisting, nerves just waiting for something to happen. Minseok closes the door as quietly as he'd opened it, turning to Sehun with his eyebrows furrowed, uncertain fear pinching his lips together.
Sehun feels relieved if only for a moment.
A shot fires in the silence, warmth splashes over Sehun's face and chest and he watches as a trail of blood pours steadily from the hole in Minseok's forehead before his body crumples to the floor.
Sehun screams.
The door bursts open, men dressed in black pouring inside, but all Sehun can see is the slack features of Minseok's face and he reaches out to touch him, too shocked to take it in.
Minseok is dead.
Sehun's fingertips slide over Minseok's cheek as a second gunshot goes off. The force of the bullet passing clean through his chest pushes Sehun back, his head slamming painfully to the floor, but it's nothing compared to the agony of seeing Minseok so lifeless, so still. He still tries to reach out and grab him even as his vision goes dark.
"Tag 'em and bag 'em," someone says, kicking Sehun's hand away from Minseok.
Blood bubbles up Sehun's throat, frothing in the corners of his mouth and he jerks, unable to breathe. He dies with his eyes open, fingers twitching toward Minseok and a tear sliding down his temple to drip onto the stained rug.
The world ends on a Tuesday.
Sehun and Minseok are shipped to a laboratory in the arctic for research as countries tear themselves apart.
The world ends on a Tuesday.
Sehun and Minseok wake up on a Sunday.