[Ficlets] Shiritori Drop
All of these are from the writetomyheart shiritori community and were posted there originally. Sorry not sorry for all the Chankai.
Title: Extraction
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Zitao-centric, hints of Tao/Sehun
Length: 1400w
Summary: mama powers au! Zitao is on a mission.
“Just perfect,” Zitao hisses, looking down to see the drop of blood drip from his fingertip and soak into his jeans, blossoming over dark denim. At least it’s not obvious and it’s a lot better than if it had landed on the floor. Zitao takes the cloth from his satchel and wraps it carefully around the chipped vase still in his grip.
He’s careful when he slips the aged porcelain into his bag. His eyes linger over the rest of the vault he’s inside, just as a precautionary measure to ensure he didn’t leave any evidence behind. The man who spent a fortune to procure this vase from a treasure hunter is going to be pissed when he discovers it’s missing. And Zitao doesn’t give a damn.
What he holds in his satchel is something far more precious than pottery, although that knowledge is privy to very few. His job is to ensure that the relics from the old world - the world of magic that humans paved over - are not brought into the light. His kind do not want to be found.
Zitao slips out of the vault with ease, closing it behind him and using the shadows as his path. They lead him outside the overly large house and into the gardens. That’s where Zitao stashes the vase to be picked up by another one of his team later.
It’s simple enough for Zitao to close his eyes and pull on the power that runs through his veins. He feels it coursing through him - hot and alive - and Zitao succumbs to it completely. It always leaves him light-headed, blinking his eyes open to take in his surroundings. He’s still in the garden, but the sun hasn’t set quite yet. By his calculations, and the amount of exhaustion clinging to his limbs, he’s gone a few hours back in time to before he’d taken the vase.
The Zitao from this time is still in his hotel, about to leave to begin his trip here. This Zitao heads back to the hotel, taking a different route so he doesn’t run into himself. He’d done that once and the migraine he’d gotten after wasn’t worth it. So he takes care that his self from now is gone before slipping inside through the back door. Zitao’s bags are already packed and waiting for him, his ticket back to Seoul tucked in the pocket. He made sure everything was ready to go before he left.
Zitao checks out and hails a cab, slumping in the seat and rubbing his temples to ease the pressure during the ride. Time traveling, even when it’s only a hop back several hours, puts such a strain on the body. It’s why he only does it when it’s necessary.
The airport is bustling, as it always is, and Zitao shoulders his way through, sunglasses put away so the cameras in the building all get a good look at his face. He makes sure to pass close to several, seating himself in the waiting area right across from one. It’s a great alibi.
He scrolls through his phone - the one that he never uses for business - and wastes time until boarding, smiling congenially at the stewardesses when he passes. After getting himself as comfortable as he can in his seat, Zitao leans his head back and closes his eyes. He only opens them after takeoff when he can slip his earbuds in and listen to calming music that drowns out the sound of the engines.
Zitao sleeps his way through the entire flight.
There are several uniformed police officers waiting for Zitao when he disembarks. He almost lets out a laugh when they ask him to come with them. He doesn’t put up a fight, allowing one of the officers to take his bag from him on their way to security. Small white rooms with one way mirrors, a table and two chairs are something Zitao is familiar with. He’s found himself inside them all too often, even if none of the accusations ever stick.
Zitao waits patiently, offering whoever is behind the mirror a smile and a small wave. It isn’t long before the detective in charge comes waltzing in, all long legs in black slacks and a lean torso underneath a fitted white button-up. Zitao sits higher in his seat, dragging his eyes curiously over the detective’s handsome face.
“If I knew they came as hot as you, I’d have done something naughty sooner,” Zitao quips, making a show of licking his lips after.
The detective glances up at him while dropping a thick file on the table between them. “Is that a confession?” he tosses back before taking a seat.
“Hardly,” Zitao snorts. “But you might get me to confess much more interesting things if you promise to tie me up.”
“I’m Detective Oh,” he says, fingers drumming on the table. He doesn’t bother opening the file. They both know what’s inside. “And I have a few questions for you.”
“I prefer theme parks over dinner for first dates, and I like sex with the lights on. How about you?”
“How did you do it?” Detective Oh asks, elbows on the table and fingers clasped under his chin. “Seven perfect crimes with you in the city and yet you always have an airtight alibi.”
Zitao leans back in his chair. It creaks. “Did you ever think that I didn’t have anything to do with them? What are you accusing me of now?” Zitao crosses his arms and sighs, staring at the detective. “Robbing a bank? If there’s no proof, you can’t hold me here.” With a grin, Zitao holds his hands out, wrists together. “Unless you want to cuff me for another reason.”
A light breeze runs down the back of Zitao’s shirt and he shivers, shifting forward.
“What I don’t understand,” Detective Oh continues, “is that all of these antiques have seemingly disappeared. There’s no sign of them showing up on any of the black markets, or miraculously being found in someone else’s collection. What is it that you’re doing with them?”
“With what exactly?” Zitao queries with a tilt of his head. A breeze runs over his skin again and Zitao is beginning to take notice.
Detective Oh finally opens the folder, spreading out pictures of every single relic that Zitao has taken back from humans and delivered to his own people. Zitao merely glances at them, keeping his eyes on the detective. There’s something there that intrigues him.
“Seven cities in three countries, all with something precious stolen from a vault that’s been deemed impenetrable.”
“I don’t think that word means as much now,” Zitao hums. “Impenetrable.” He slides his feet out underneath the table and cocks an eyebrow at Detective Oh. “Tell me, is anything truly completely safe? Will there ever be a foolproof security system? I’m guessing no. Tacking on impenetrable is a marketing ploy to swindle money from idiots.”
“So you know how to break into something that’s marketed as impenetrable?”
Zitao narrows his eyes, scraping over his bottom lip before answering. “Only when it comes to people. I’ve had several people claim to be impenetrable, but once I got my hands on them, they were begging me to . . . penetrate.”
This time, the gust of wind scatters the photographs on the table, some of them fluttering onto the floor. Zitao takes great interest in that even as Detective Oh scrambles to pick them all up.
“If that’s all then,” Zitao states, “I’d like to be on my way. You clearly have no evidence to detain me.” And because he can’t help himself, “unless you’d like to do a cavity search”.
Zitao slides into his car and takes a moment to rub his eyes, letting out a deep breath. He fishes his burner phone from the glove box and dials his boss. “I’ve found another relic,” Zitao states. “A man. I request assistance with extraction.”
There’s silence on the other line for only a moment before Joonmyun speaks. “Done.”
Only moments later, Jongin appears in a puff of shadow, sitting comfortable in Zitao’s passenger seat. “A man?” Jongin asks. “I hope he’s good looking.”
“Very,” Zitao purrs. “This one’s going to be fun.”
Title: Smile For The Camera
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Joonmyun/Sehun
Length: 700w
Summary: porn industry au! pwp
Think about it.
Those are the three words that started it all. If he’s honest with himself, he didn’t have to think about it at all. Joonmyun did think about it though. Just as a precaution. He didn’t want to make a rash decision without taking a step back and weighing his options before agreeing to something as crazy as this.
“You just have to let me suck your dick,” Sehun had said with the sort of smug grin on his face that most people would want to punch off.
“On camera,” Joonmyun had clarified, eyeing the card in his hand with ill disguised curiosity.
“You won’t even know it’s there. I promise. Think about it.”
Knowing someone in the porn industry, listening to their stories and experiences, is one thing. Being tempted into that world is another thing entirely. And yet Joonmyun hadn’t hesitated in saying yes when Sehun had texted the following day.
And Sehun was right. Joonmyun doesn’t have time to think about the heat of the lights shining down on the pair of them, or of the camera that sometimes moves nearer when Sehun’s pink lips are wrapped around his cock. He’s great at this - at sucking Joonmyun’s cock down to the base and then back up. Joonmyun’s slick shaft disappears into Sehun’s mouth again, slowly because, after all, this is for show.
His fingers are curled in the blond strands of Sehun’s hair, guiding him only the littlest bit. Sehun glances up at him and while no one else would be able to pick up on it, Joonmyun can see the pleased smile in his eyes. Joonmyun spreads his legs a little further, resting his weight on the wall behind him. Sehun moans around his cock, swallowing once before pulling back.
From this new position, Joonmyun can easily rock his hips, and Sehun lets him. His tongue runs the length of Joonmyun’s cock, his lips tight around the girth and Joonmyun watches as Sehun fists his own cock at the same pace. Fuck, he never thought he’d be in this position, but now that he is, he’s wondering why he hadn’t done it sooner. He doesn’t even mind that there are several people watching. In fact, he kind of likes it. He feels powerful.
“Come on his face,” instructs the director, his voice low and almost unheard over Sehun’s moaning.
Joonmyun rocks back enough for his cock to fall from Sehun’s mouth. Sehun looks sad about it, blinking up at Joonmyun with wide, greedy eyes. It’s the perfect image, and Joonmyun stares down at him as he tugs at his own cock with long, firm strokes. The glide is so slick and the sound of it rings loud in the room. Sehun is still jerking himself off, but his attention is on Joonmyun’s dick, his tongue darting out to lick over his lips like he’s just waiting for a taste.
Joonmyun gives it to him. The first shot lands across the bridge of Sehun’s nose, dripping along his cheek. The second hits his mouth and Sehun licks at it as Joonmyun keeps coming. He doesn’t stop pumping his cock until there’s nothing left. Sehun leans forward, sucking the tip of Joonmyun’s cock back into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the crown to pick up any leftover come. Joonmyun hisses softly, tugging on Sehun’s hair.
Sehun lets out a long, loud moan and when Sehun pulls away, Joonmyun sees that Sehun has come over his fist, white trailing down his fingers and onto his thighs.
There are voices in the background, the dim sound of clapping, but Joonmyun can’t stop looking at Sehun. Sehun lifts his dirty hand, popping one of his fingers in his mouth and smiling at Joonmyun around it. He plays dirty. Joonmyun can play that too.
The next time Joonmyun agrees to be on camera, it’s in the privacy of his own bedroom and he has Sehun face down, ass in the air, taking Joonmyun’s cock like a champ. He makes sure Sehun’s eyes are on the camera at all times as he fucks him until he’s hoarse from screaming Joonmyun’s name. This will be one recording he keeps to himself.
Title: Coming Home
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jongin/Chanyeol
Length: 1300w
Summary: wolf au! There are easier ways to make a treaty.
His hand is locked tight in Chanyeol’s, their fingers laced as they escape toward the tree line in the distance. Jongin knows it won’t be long until their absence is noticed, and it spurs them on, grass rustling beneath their feet as they slip over the property line. When Jongin glances over at Chanyeol, he sees gold wreathed pupils and his breath hitches. Chanyeol looks wild, with his wolf eyes pushing to the surface and a smile on his lips as he speeds, urging Jongin to go faster.
They’re not supposed to be together. Not without a chaperone, anyway. With the treaty between their packs still in the beginning stages, Jongin and Chanyeol are supposed to be wary around each other, still viewing the other as a danger to the strained peace that’s been stretching dangerously thin along the borders of their territories.
But Jongin has never seen Chanyeol as anything other than Chanyeol - a lumbering man who smiles with his entire being and smells like something Jongin wants to curl up on and never let go. Their attraction had been instant, burning, more potent than Jongin had even wanted to admit to himself. The way Chanyeol had introduced himself, head dipping to push his nose along Jongin’s neck to breathe him in had given Jongin all he needed to know. Chanyeol wanted him too.
They’ve been dancing around each other for weeks, allowed in the same room but only with several members of their packs with them as a barrier. Jongin has been aching to touch, to get away from everything and everyone for a little while - politics be damned.
The easiest way to solidify a peace between their two packs - before a pack war spills into the streets and exposes their kind to the humans - is for Jongin and Chanyeol to claim each other as mates. Of all his father’s children, Jongin is the only omega and the only option. Jongin had brought it up to his father, but the idea had been shot down. “We’re not our ancestors,” his father had snapped. “We don’t view our children as property, as a means to an end. I would never do that to you.”
Jongin didn’t have the courage to tell his father that being claimed by Chanyeol is something he wants. And now he’s running off with Chanyeol under the cover of night, hoping to steal a little time just for themselves before they’re tracked down. Jongin knows these woods better than any; he grew up learning every twist and turn, every hiding space perfect for two wolves who just need an escape. Back in the house, Jongin’s brothers are ensuring Chanyeol and Jongin get just a little more time.
Jongin tugs on Chanyeol enough to guide him left, away from the lights of the city and into the darkness. Chanyeol keeps pace with ease, allowing Jongin to lead the way until they only thing either of them can hear are their hearts beating and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot. Soon, they break into a clearing, surrounded by trees and filled with grass and weeds that raise above Jongin’s hips. It’s the perfect hiding spot.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” Chanyeol breathes, his hands insistent as they cup Jongin’s face to bring him in.
Chanyeol’s kiss is possessive and greedy, and Jongin molds against Chanyeol with a moan in his throat and hands tangling in Chanyeol’s hair. Chanyeol tastes like every dream Jongin’s had of his future, every fantasy that’s danced through his mind while he should be focusing on other things. Chanyeol is everywhere, his scent permeating through Jongin’s clothing to seep into his skin.
Jongin still wants more. He slides his tongue along Chanyeol’s, pressing forward until Chanyeol’s hands run down his sides, curving along Jongin’s waist and down to his ass. Jongin moans louder, inhaling sharply as Chanyeol digs his fingers into denim. Jongin knows Chanyeol can smell how turned on he is and, in turn, Jongin can scent the arousal that clings to Chanyeol.
Jongin twists his fingers in Chanyeol’s shirt, bringing him down to the ground with him as Jongin drops to his knees. Chanyeol’s mouth slides from Jongin’s to his neck, his teeth scraping and tongue tasting as Jongin struggles not to fall apart. His body is aching to have Chanyeol inside him. He wants to be claimed. And it has to be Chanyeol. His wolf will accept no other.
There’s a gentleness to the way Chanyeol lays Jongin in the grass, like he’s afraid that Jongin will break if he pushes too hard. Jongin locks his legs on Chanyeol’s hips, rocking up against him as he bares his neck. The moon is bright tonight, shining down on them as their solitary audience. The grass keeps them out of sight, but the sounds that spill from Jongin’s lips are too loud.
Chanyeol doesn’t hesitate, his wolf surfacing with a snarl as his teeth sink into Jongin’s neck. He would howl if the sensation didn’t choke him, too much, too fast now clogging his mind and his body as the claim sweeps through Jongin. There’s no part of him left untouched, his wolf baying in his head as it accepts the claim without a struggle.
Jongin can barely move, panting into the warm night air as Chanyeol strips them both down. There is shredded fabric tossed into the grass to be forgotten, and Jongin arches into every brush of Chanyeol’s fingers. Everything is hazy, washed out in dull shades. Jongin feels Chanyeol on him, hears the rumble of Chanyeol’s voice as he leans over him. Jongin stares into golden eyes as Chanyeol pushes his cock into him in one slick, fluid slide.
Jongin does howl this time. He centers on Chanyeol, the one bright light he can see as their bodies come together again and again. It’s the fresh claim that drives them, their instincts carrying them through as Jongin begs for more and Chanyeol gives it to him.
“I’m going to do this right later,” Chanyeol promises, his mouth hot on the shell of Jongin’s ear. “I’m going to worship every part of you, taste you and fuck you until neither of us can move.”
“Yes,” Jongin moans. “Yes yes yes.”
Chanyeol thrusts into him harder. Jongin clenches around Chanyeol’s growing knot, wanting to keep it inside.
“Mine,” Chanyeol growls, hips slapping against Jongin’s ass.
Jongin leaves scratches down Chanyeol’s back, ankles locked around him to bring Chanyeol closer. He can’t have enough of him, only wanting more. Chanyeol hikes Jongin’s hips off the ground, his knot slipping in one final time. It pushes the air from Jongin’s lungs as Chanyeol’s knot fills him completely. Chanyeol ruts into him desperately.
Jongin’s cock lays untouched on his belly, a puddle of precome now dripping over his skin. His cock throbs, balls tight as he comes in ropes over his chest. Chanyeol fucks Jongin harder, his mouth pressed to Jongin’s fresh claim mark as his knot expands just a little more. Jongin sobs from pleasure when Chanyeol comes inside him, his hips jerking forward as Jongin’s toes curl.
With the moon as their witness, Jongin and Chanyeol are now a mated pair. Jongin lays boneless on the ground, more content than he’s ever felt in his life. Chanyeol is curved protectively over him, his tongue soothing as it cleans the blood from his initial bite. Jongin hadn’t even noticed he was bleeding, but now it’s beginning to sting.
“I’ll be lucky if your father doesn’t hang me from my toes and dip me in silver for this,” Chanyeol mumbles.
“Don’t worry,” Jongin hums, fingers sliding sure along the back of Chanyeol’s neck, “I’ll protect you.”
Chanyeol laughs, deep and loud. It feels like coming home.
Title: First Date
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jongin/Chanyeol
Length: 2100w
Summary: domestic au! Jongin and Chanyeol get a night to themselves.
His skin is clammy, his stomach is churning and his heart is racing. Jongin is experiencing all the signs of first date jitters. And he absolutely hates it.
“I’m going to call and cancel,” he says, pushing off from where he’d been propped on the kitchen counter. His cell is on the dining room table and the only thing blocking him from getting to it is Chanyeol.
“You’re not cancelling.”
Jongin huffs, trying to move around Chanyeol, but Chanyeol’s always been just that much bigger and he’s good at getting his arms around Jongin and holding him in place. The fight drains from Jongin until all he can do is slump in Chanyeol’s arms and stare up at him with a pout.
“I’m immune to that look,” Chanyeol states, but he does slide a palm down to get a good handful of Jongin’s ass and squeeze.
Jongin swats lightly at him, but makes no move to break away. “Just this once,” Jongin tries. “I promise, I won’t break the next date.”
Chanyeol laughs. “It’s not your date to cancel,” he reminds Jongin.
“I have parental rights!” Jongin exclaims.
“Not in this,” Chanyeol sighs. “It’s not the end of the world, Jongin.”
“No, it’s only the end of my baby being my baby,” Jongin whines. “I just need a little longer to come to grips with it. Give me another few months and-”
“If you cancel your son’s very first date with his very first serious crush, you will crush him.”
Jongin puffs out his cheeks for a moment before they slowly deflate. “I hate it when you’re right,” he grumbles. It’s been nearly seventeen years since Jongin and Chanyeol adopted their son, Jongdae, and even as Jongin’s watched him grow from a baby and into puberty, he still sees him as his small, precious boy who needs to be protected from the world. Jongin can’t protect him if he’s out with some other boy.
The doorbell rings and Chanyeol still has a grip on Jongin. There are loud footsteps thundering down the stairs and Jongdae pops his head in the kitchen for a second. “Thanks dad!” he tells Chanyeol. “I have my phone and we won’t be out late.”
Jongin’s jaw drops and he wiggles until Chanyeol finally releases him, making it into the living room just in time for the door to slam in his face. Jongin twists the knob open and steps outside to see Jongdae smiling brightly at who Jongin presumes is Joonmyun - the boy Jongdae describes as practically perfect in every way.
Jongdae does a good job pushing Joonmyun back into the car and climbing in after before Jongin can say anything. He watches forlornly as his little boy drives off with some guy who will, in all probability, eventually break his heart.
“You look like the world ended,” Chanyeol laughs. “You have to look on the bright side.” Chanyeol slings an arm over Jongin’s shoulders and leads him inside, closing and locking the door behind them.
“What bright side? All the light in my life just got in the car with some kid who has impeccably styled hair.”
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that. As your husband, my dignity has just shattered on the floor at your feet.”
Jongin sighs as he looks over at Chanyeol. “No offense, but he’s my little baby. You’re my big baby. You don’t need me like he does.”
Chanyeol stands in front of Jongin, his hands on Jongin’s shoulders as he starts shaking him lightly. “You’re making it impossibly hard to seduce you.”
Jongin blinks. “What?”
“It’s a Saturday night,” Chanyeol begins, slowly running his hands from Jongin’s shoulders and down his back as he moves forward. “And we have the house to ourselves. Come on,” Chanyeol grins, his chest now pressed to Jongin’s. “It can be just like our first date.”
Jongin levels Chanyeol with an unimpressed stare. “You were so nervous on our first date that you threw up on my shoes,” Jongin states.
“But then I made it up to you!”
“I thought you were trying to seduce me,” Jongin reminds his husband. “You were too afraid to do more than hold my hand for three months.”
“Fine,” Chanyeol begins, his hands now coming up to cup Jongin’s face. “I’ll just have to do it the old fashioned way.”
When Chanyeol kisses Jongin, it’s not the same stomach twisting nerves that take over Jongin, but the familiarity of Chanyeol’s lips on his is enticing. His head goes fuzzy, tilting into it as Chanyeol’s tongue glides smooth between his lips and into his mouth. It’s not the type of kiss that Chanyeol usually goes for when he’s trying to get Jongin naked, but this is the first time in quite a while that they’ve had the time to go slow.
“If I didn’t know any better,” Jongin rumbles against Chanyeol’s mouth, “I’d think you were up to no good.”
“Me?” Chanyeol smiles, “never.”
Jongin knows better, but he lets Chanyeol push him down the hallway and up the stairs anyway, Chanyeol’s hands beneath Jongin’s shirt as his thumbs caress lightly over Jongin’s stomach. It’s maddening; by the time they’re inside their bedroom, the door closed out of habit, Jongin is ready to strip them both down. It’s a good thing that Chanyeol has the same idea.
Jongin falls back on the bed with a naked Chanyeol between his legs, Chanyeol’s mouth on his neck and hands clutching Jongin’s thighs. Their sheets are cool on Jongin’s back, the comforter still kicked to the floor because neither of them ever bother to make the bed. The fabric heats quickly, Jongin’s breath coming out in short bursts as Chanyeol moves down, resting Jongin’s thighs over his shoulders.
Jongin bites his lower lip to keep from making noise when Chanyeol sucks the head of his cock into his mouth. Chanyeol is looking up at him earnestly, his pink lips wrapped around Jongin’s dick and Jongin feels the simmering of his arousal beginning to boil. It’s never taken much for Chanyeol to work him up and this time is no different.
Chanyeol pulls off with a grin that promises so much more than words. “You don’t have to be quiet,” he says, just before sucking Jongin’s cock down again.
Jongin’s head falls back, his mouth open as he moans out Chanyeol’s name, gasping when Chanyeol swallows around his cock. He lifts his hips, searching for more and Chanyeol lets him. Jongin can’t stop moving, his thighs tight around Chanyeol’s head and his cock filling all the way until he’s fully hard.
Chanyeol has the lube. Jongin doesn’t notice until there are wet fingers slipping between his cheeks, smearing lube along his rim. He tries to spread his legs to make it easier, but it’s hard when Chanyeol is still sucking his cock with enthusiasm. Jongin reaches down with one hand, fingers curling in Chanyeol’s hair, another loud moan filling the room. Chanyeol keeps Jongin’s dick in his mouth as he slides two fingers into him, working Jongin open quickly, but not without care.
Jongin could combust from the heat and pressure mounting in his gut; Chanyeol won’t move his head and Jongin can’t do more than rock lightly down on his fingers, always needing more. After so many years, Chanyeol knows just how to take Jongin to the edge and keep him there, not letting him come until Chanyeol wants him to.
Jongin whimpers when his cock falls from Chanyeol’s mouth, his fingers following. He tries to sit up, his body on autopilot because the quietest way for them to have sex is with Jongin’s face buried in the mattress so his noises are muffled. Chanyeol stops him, pinning Jongin’s wrists to the bed and staring down at him with such intensity that Jongin’s heart skips a beat.
“I’m going to watch you this time,” Chanyeol tells him.
Jongin can only moan in approval, already curving his palm along the back of Chanyeol’s neck to bring him down for a kiss. Chanyeol teases along Jongin’s lips, makes them sting with his teeth before soothing over the bites with his tongue. The crown of Chanyeol’s cock fits snug against Jongin’s rim, not pushing in, but resting there as Jongin grows increasingly frustrated.
“So gorgeous like this,” Chanyeol whispers. “And all mine.”
Under normal circumstances, Jongin would tell Chanyeol he was being cheesy, but it’s difficult to dislike anything Chanyeol is doing when he’s also pushing his cock into Jongin slowly. He fills Jongin just right, his cock hot and hard and slick from so much lube. Jongin fits his legs on Chanyeol’s hips, a content sigh slipping between them. It’s been so long since Jongin’s been able to see Chanyeol like this.
There’s a flush on his cheeks and his eyes are shining. Chanyeol’s hair is a mess, but Jongin is the cause and he’s proud of that. He’s also proud of the deep groan that he gets from his husband when he clenches around his cock. As sweet as this moment is, Jongin really wants Chanyeol to screw him into their mattress.
Chanyeol reaches down, his palm on the back of Jongin’s thigh to push it up to Jongin’s chest. Once there, Chanyeol pulls out of Jongin just as slowly as he pushed in, keeping his eyes on Jongin’s face the entire time. There’s another pause, just long enough for Jongin to inhale before Chanyeol is thrusting back into him. It’s hard enough for Chanyeol’s hips to smack against Jongin’s ass, the pleasure racing up Jongin’s spine. Chanyeol doesn’t stop and he doesn’t slow down. He fucks Jongin hard and fast like his goal is to make Jongin go hoarse from screaming.
Jongin can’t help it, moans and cries of Chanyeol’s name ripped from him as Chanyeol takes him so thoroughly. It’s been so long since Chanyeol’s really let go. Jongin can barely hold on, his other leg slipping from Chanyeol’s hip until Chanyeol hooks it over his arm. The new position has Jongin sucking in a sharp breath, nearly sobbing from how amazing it feels. It’s so much, so fast, and his cock throbs, leaking precome steadily now.
Jongin thinks about holding out, trying to keep it all in because they have the time, but Chanyeol doesn’t want to let him. Chanyeol pistons his cock in and out of Jongin even faster, dipping his head to flick his tongue over Jongin’s nipple. Jongin clenches, head falling back and eyes closing as he takes it all in. He has a fistful of Chanyeol’s hair and the sheets in his other hand, trying to keep himself grounded even as he’s flying away.
Chanyeol bites around Jongin’s nipple and he can’t hold it in anymore. He hears Chanyeol’s gruff groan, knowing that Chanyeol is about to come inside him, and that’s all it takes. Jongin is silent when he comes, his cock spurting white up his stomach and chest as Chanyeol’s cock pulses inside him. Chanyeol buries himself in Jongin over and over, his hips jerking forward until they still.
Jongin pulls in ragged breaths, releasing his hold on Chanyeol’s hair to scratch through the strands softly instead. He feels completely worn out, his legs dropping to the bed. His muscles ache, but in the best way. Chanyeol, as usual, curls over him and refuses to move. He noses his way along Jongin’s neck and leaves kisses over his skin, whispering in Jongin’s ear how much he loves him.
It’s the perfect way to fall asleep, and Jongin nearly does until Chanyeol lifts away. Jongin reaches for him, pouting, but Chanyeol still gets up. “We should probably be decent for later,” Chanyeol laughs.
Jongin flops back with a frown. He has conflicting emotions about his son dating; even though he doesn’t want his baby growing up and dating, it now gives him time alone with Chanyeol and that’s always a plus. He supposes, for now, as long as no one is breaking Jongdae’s heart, Jongin will accept this new development with maturity.
Or at least that’s what Jongin plans to do until he spies through the curtains and sees Joonmyun giving his son a kiss. Jongin lets out a distressed wail. “I’m gonna kill him.”
Chanyeol just laughs at him. It’s going to take a lot more time than he thought to get used to this.
Title: Cherry On Top
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Sehun/Chanyeol
Length: 1000w
Summary: wolf au! pwp
The ground is unforgiving on Sehun’s knees, his skin rubbing over dirt and twigs as his legs spread further apart. There are bent blades of grass in Sehun’s hands, most of them pulled from the earth as he fights to keep from falling flat all while pushing back harder on Chanyeol’s cock. His spine dips and Sehun breathes in the scent of nature as his mate fucks him with long, punishing thrusts that will ensure the imprint of Chanyeol’s hips will be bruised along Sehun’s thighs for days.
It’s midday and the sun is shining down on the pair who have claimed this particular clearing for their own. If their scent doesn’t frighten off anyone else in the area, their noises will. Chanyeol growls as skin slaps against skin, his fingers digging into Sehun’s sides to pull him back on his cock.
Sehun gasps, pleasure creeping up his spine as his cock bobs heavy between his legs. There’s a string of precome that drips steadily from the slit, wetting the ground. Chanyeol falls over Sehun, grinding his cock into Sehun further as Sehun moans loud. The sound of it echoes against the trees that circle the area and Chanyeol only goes faster, more desperate. His breath is hot on Sehun’s neck, his chest slick with sweat and Sehun knows it won’t be long.
Sehun’s tempted to reach between his legs and circle fingers around where his knot is starting to swell just to relieve some of the pressure, but he knows he can hold out. Chanyeol pushes harder, rutting wildly into Sehun until his hips jerk of their own accord when he comes. Sehun can feel some it running down the insides of his thighs when Chanyeol pulls out. It leaves Sehun feeling empty and open - something he doesn’t particularly enjoy.
Chanyeol is far more gentle when he helps Sehun roll onto his back. Sehun’s heart floods with affection at the image of his mate over him even if Chanyeol is a sweaty mess, his cheeks pink and lips bitten red. Sehun holds out a hand and Chanyeol takes it as he climbs over Sehun until he’s poised over Sehun’s cock.
“Alpha,” Chanyeol whimpers, rocking his ass down just so the crown of Sehun’s cock teases around his rim.
Sehun’s hands find a home on Chanyeol’s thighs, squeezing as Chanyeol keeps moving. Chanyeol’s head tips back, his lips parted in pleasure. Even though Chanyeol just came, his cock is already hardening again, unfulfilled because he hasn’t taken his alpha’s knot. There’s slick coating the insides of Chanyeol’s thighs, sliding wet down Sehun’s cock as he continues to work himself up. Sehun watches, helping Chanyeol rock without thrusting up because that’s not what Chanyeol wants.
The sun gives Chanyeol a golden halo and Sehun is breathless, impossibly in love when Chanyeol finally sinks on his cock, taking it all the way down. Sehun’s knot is still small enough that Chanyeol takes it easy, clenching hotly around the swollen girth as he rolls his hips. He’s greedy for it, his throat bared for all to see as he starts bouncing.
Sehun bends his knees, heels dug into the dirt to thrust into the heat of Chanyeol’s body.
“Alpha,” Chanyeol cries again, his own hand in his hair to pull.
Sehun sits up, eyes burning red as his mouth finds his mark on Chanyeol’s neck. Chanyeol clamps around his cock tighter, shuddering as he rides Sehun, so responsive to the way Sehun’s tongue runs over the permanent groove of his teeth in Chanyeol’s skin. His. Chanyeol is Sehun’s omega, Sehun’s mate and he’s going to do everything and anything to please him.
Chanyeol whines when Sehun’s knot locks inside him, too large for him to do anything more than grind on. Sehun cups Chanyeol’s ass, fingertips pressed to soft skin to help Chanyeol move. It’s a practiced rhythm, Sehun often having to temper Chanyeol’s unbridled passion for his knot just enough to keep Chanyeol from injuring them both.
Chanyeol is whispering Sehun’s name under his breath, his limbs shaking as he leans forward, drawing Sehun in for a kiss. He tastes sweet, enticing, and oh so very ripe for the taking. Sehun indulges in the sweetness of Chanyeol’s mouth, his hand wandering from Chanyeol’s ass, sliding along his slick thigh before reaching his cock. Chanyeol jerks, a rumbling moan let into the air as Sehun strokes the length of Chanyeol’s cock with wet fingers.
He takes it slow, knowing just how to drive Chanyeol crazy. The omega writhes on Sehun’s knot, clenching and unclenching, whimpering when he tries to move more, but he can’t. Sehun’s knot is too large. Sehun slips his other hand down to where Chanyeol is speared open on his cock, pushing against his rim. Chanyeol gasps, a quiet noise, as he comes over Sehun’s fist, his ass squeezing tight around Sehun’s cock.
There’s art in the way Chanyeol curves to be closer to Sehun, seeking him out as the pleasure wracks through him in waves. Each crash has him whimpering, his nose pushed to Sehun’s neck and body pulsing deliciously around Sehun’s cock. Chanyeol keeps moving even after he’s spent, his cock softening in Sehun’s hand. It doesn’t take much longer for Sehun to groan, filling his omega with his come in the hopes that this will be the time they finally conceive.
An always loud, always boisterous and unrestrained Chanyeol is as quiet as a mouse after Sehun’s stuffed him full with his knot. Chanyeol clings to Sehun, and Sehun keeps his arms tight around his mate. The rest of the pack is used to them disappearing for hours at a time, so no one is going to come looking for them. Sehun lays back with Chanyeol on top of him, breathing in his scent as Chanyeol’s hair falls in his face.
They have time for a nap before it gets dark and then Sehun can spoil Chanyeol a little more before bed. It’ll be the perfect way to end the day.
Title: Extraction
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Zitao-centric, hints of Tao/Sehun
Length: 1400w
Summary: mama powers au! Zitao is on a mission.
“Just perfect,” Zitao hisses, looking down to see the drop of blood drip from his fingertip and soak into his jeans, blossoming over dark denim. At least it’s not obvious and it’s a lot better than if it had landed on the floor. Zitao takes the cloth from his satchel and wraps it carefully around the chipped vase still in his grip.
He’s careful when he slips the aged porcelain into his bag. His eyes linger over the rest of the vault he’s inside, just as a precautionary measure to ensure he didn’t leave any evidence behind. The man who spent a fortune to procure this vase from a treasure hunter is going to be pissed when he discovers it’s missing. And Zitao doesn’t give a damn.
What he holds in his satchel is something far more precious than pottery, although that knowledge is privy to very few. His job is to ensure that the relics from the old world - the world of magic that humans paved over - are not brought into the light. His kind do not want to be found.
Zitao slips out of the vault with ease, closing it behind him and using the shadows as his path. They lead him outside the overly large house and into the gardens. That’s where Zitao stashes the vase to be picked up by another one of his team later.
It’s simple enough for Zitao to close his eyes and pull on the power that runs through his veins. He feels it coursing through him - hot and alive - and Zitao succumbs to it completely. It always leaves him light-headed, blinking his eyes open to take in his surroundings. He’s still in the garden, but the sun hasn’t set quite yet. By his calculations, and the amount of exhaustion clinging to his limbs, he’s gone a few hours back in time to before he’d taken the vase.
The Zitao from this time is still in his hotel, about to leave to begin his trip here. This Zitao heads back to the hotel, taking a different route so he doesn’t run into himself. He’d done that once and the migraine he’d gotten after wasn’t worth it. So he takes care that his self from now is gone before slipping inside through the back door. Zitao’s bags are already packed and waiting for him, his ticket back to Seoul tucked in the pocket. He made sure everything was ready to go before he left.
Zitao checks out and hails a cab, slumping in the seat and rubbing his temples to ease the pressure during the ride. Time traveling, even when it’s only a hop back several hours, puts such a strain on the body. It’s why he only does it when it’s necessary.
The airport is bustling, as it always is, and Zitao shoulders his way through, sunglasses put away so the cameras in the building all get a good look at his face. He makes sure to pass close to several, seating himself in the waiting area right across from one. It’s a great alibi.
He scrolls through his phone - the one that he never uses for business - and wastes time until boarding, smiling congenially at the stewardesses when he passes. After getting himself as comfortable as he can in his seat, Zitao leans his head back and closes his eyes. He only opens them after takeoff when he can slip his earbuds in and listen to calming music that drowns out the sound of the engines.
Zitao sleeps his way through the entire flight.
There are several uniformed police officers waiting for Zitao when he disembarks. He almost lets out a laugh when they ask him to come with them. He doesn’t put up a fight, allowing one of the officers to take his bag from him on their way to security. Small white rooms with one way mirrors, a table and two chairs are something Zitao is familiar with. He’s found himself inside them all too often, even if none of the accusations ever stick.
Zitao waits patiently, offering whoever is behind the mirror a smile and a small wave. It isn’t long before the detective in charge comes waltzing in, all long legs in black slacks and a lean torso underneath a fitted white button-up. Zitao sits higher in his seat, dragging his eyes curiously over the detective’s handsome face.
“If I knew they came as hot as you, I’d have done something naughty sooner,” Zitao quips, making a show of licking his lips after.
The detective glances up at him while dropping a thick file on the table between them. “Is that a confession?” he tosses back before taking a seat.
“Hardly,” Zitao snorts. “But you might get me to confess much more interesting things if you promise to tie me up.”
“I’m Detective Oh,” he says, fingers drumming on the table. He doesn’t bother opening the file. They both know what’s inside. “And I have a few questions for you.”
“I prefer theme parks over dinner for first dates, and I like sex with the lights on. How about you?”
“How did you do it?” Detective Oh asks, elbows on the table and fingers clasped under his chin. “Seven perfect crimes with you in the city and yet you always have an airtight alibi.”
Zitao leans back in his chair. It creaks. “Did you ever think that I didn’t have anything to do with them? What are you accusing me of now?” Zitao crosses his arms and sighs, staring at the detective. “Robbing a bank? If there’s no proof, you can’t hold me here.” With a grin, Zitao holds his hands out, wrists together. “Unless you want to cuff me for another reason.”
A light breeze runs down the back of Zitao’s shirt and he shivers, shifting forward.
“What I don’t understand,” Detective Oh continues, “is that all of these antiques have seemingly disappeared. There’s no sign of them showing up on any of the black markets, or miraculously being found in someone else’s collection. What is it that you’re doing with them?”
“With what exactly?” Zitao queries with a tilt of his head. A breeze runs over his skin again and Zitao is beginning to take notice.
Detective Oh finally opens the folder, spreading out pictures of every single relic that Zitao has taken back from humans and delivered to his own people. Zitao merely glances at them, keeping his eyes on the detective. There’s something there that intrigues him.
“Seven cities in three countries, all with something precious stolen from a vault that’s been deemed impenetrable.”
“I don’t think that word means as much now,” Zitao hums. “Impenetrable.” He slides his feet out underneath the table and cocks an eyebrow at Detective Oh. “Tell me, is anything truly completely safe? Will there ever be a foolproof security system? I’m guessing no. Tacking on impenetrable is a marketing ploy to swindle money from idiots.”
“So you know how to break into something that’s marketed as impenetrable?”
Zitao narrows his eyes, scraping over his bottom lip before answering. “Only when it comes to people. I’ve had several people claim to be impenetrable, but once I got my hands on them, they were begging me to . . . penetrate.”
This time, the gust of wind scatters the photographs on the table, some of them fluttering onto the floor. Zitao takes great interest in that even as Detective Oh scrambles to pick them all up.
“If that’s all then,” Zitao states, “I’d like to be on my way. You clearly have no evidence to detain me.” And because he can’t help himself, “unless you’d like to do a cavity search”.
Zitao slides into his car and takes a moment to rub his eyes, letting out a deep breath. He fishes his burner phone from the glove box and dials his boss. “I’ve found another relic,” Zitao states. “A man. I request assistance with extraction.”
There’s silence on the other line for only a moment before Joonmyun speaks. “Done.”
Only moments later, Jongin appears in a puff of shadow, sitting comfortable in Zitao’s passenger seat. “A man?” Jongin asks. “I hope he’s good looking.”
“Very,” Zitao purrs. “This one’s going to be fun.”
Title: Smile For The Camera
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Joonmyun/Sehun
Length: 700w
Summary: porn industry au! pwp
Think about it.
Those are the three words that started it all. If he’s honest with himself, he didn’t have to think about it at all. Joonmyun did think about it though. Just as a precaution. He didn’t want to make a rash decision without taking a step back and weighing his options before agreeing to something as crazy as this.
“You just have to let me suck your dick,” Sehun had said with the sort of smug grin on his face that most people would want to punch off.
“On camera,” Joonmyun had clarified, eyeing the card in his hand with ill disguised curiosity.
“You won’t even know it’s there. I promise. Think about it.”
Knowing someone in the porn industry, listening to their stories and experiences, is one thing. Being tempted into that world is another thing entirely. And yet Joonmyun hadn’t hesitated in saying yes when Sehun had texted the following day.
And Sehun was right. Joonmyun doesn’t have time to think about the heat of the lights shining down on the pair of them, or of the camera that sometimes moves nearer when Sehun’s pink lips are wrapped around his cock. He’s great at this - at sucking Joonmyun’s cock down to the base and then back up. Joonmyun’s slick shaft disappears into Sehun’s mouth again, slowly because, after all, this is for show.
His fingers are curled in the blond strands of Sehun’s hair, guiding him only the littlest bit. Sehun glances up at him and while no one else would be able to pick up on it, Joonmyun can see the pleased smile in his eyes. Joonmyun spreads his legs a little further, resting his weight on the wall behind him. Sehun moans around his cock, swallowing once before pulling back.
From this new position, Joonmyun can easily rock his hips, and Sehun lets him. His tongue runs the length of Joonmyun’s cock, his lips tight around the girth and Joonmyun watches as Sehun fists his own cock at the same pace. Fuck, he never thought he’d be in this position, but now that he is, he’s wondering why he hadn’t done it sooner. He doesn’t even mind that there are several people watching. In fact, he kind of likes it. He feels powerful.
“Come on his face,” instructs the director, his voice low and almost unheard over Sehun’s moaning.
Joonmyun rocks back enough for his cock to fall from Sehun’s mouth. Sehun looks sad about it, blinking up at Joonmyun with wide, greedy eyes. It’s the perfect image, and Joonmyun stares down at him as he tugs at his own cock with long, firm strokes. The glide is so slick and the sound of it rings loud in the room. Sehun is still jerking himself off, but his attention is on Joonmyun’s dick, his tongue darting out to lick over his lips like he’s just waiting for a taste.
Joonmyun gives it to him. The first shot lands across the bridge of Sehun’s nose, dripping along his cheek. The second hits his mouth and Sehun licks at it as Joonmyun keeps coming. He doesn’t stop pumping his cock until there’s nothing left. Sehun leans forward, sucking the tip of Joonmyun’s cock back into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the crown to pick up any leftover come. Joonmyun hisses softly, tugging on Sehun’s hair.
Sehun lets out a long, loud moan and when Sehun pulls away, Joonmyun sees that Sehun has come over his fist, white trailing down his fingers and onto his thighs.
There are voices in the background, the dim sound of clapping, but Joonmyun can’t stop looking at Sehun. Sehun lifts his dirty hand, popping one of his fingers in his mouth and smiling at Joonmyun around it. He plays dirty. Joonmyun can play that too.
The next time Joonmyun agrees to be on camera, it’s in the privacy of his own bedroom and he has Sehun face down, ass in the air, taking Joonmyun’s cock like a champ. He makes sure Sehun’s eyes are on the camera at all times as he fucks him until he’s hoarse from screaming Joonmyun’s name. This will be one recording he keeps to himself.
Title: Coming Home
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jongin/Chanyeol
Length: 1300w
Summary: wolf au! There are easier ways to make a treaty.
His hand is locked tight in Chanyeol’s, their fingers laced as they escape toward the tree line in the distance. Jongin knows it won’t be long until their absence is noticed, and it spurs them on, grass rustling beneath their feet as they slip over the property line. When Jongin glances over at Chanyeol, he sees gold wreathed pupils and his breath hitches. Chanyeol looks wild, with his wolf eyes pushing to the surface and a smile on his lips as he speeds, urging Jongin to go faster.
They’re not supposed to be together. Not without a chaperone, anyway. With the treaty between their packs still in the beginning stages, Jongin and Chanyeol are supposed to be wary around each other, still viewing the other as a danger to the strained peace that’s been stretching dangerously thin along the borders of their territories.
But Jongin has never seen Chanyeol as anything other than Chanyeol - a lumbering man who smiles with his entire being and smells like something Jongin wants to curl up on and never let go. Their attraction had been instant, burning, more potent than Jongin had even wanted to admit to himself. The way Chanyeol had introduced himself, head dipping to push his nose along Jongin’s neck to breathe him in had given Jongin all he needed to know. Chanyeol wanted him too.
They’ve been dancing around each other for weeks, allowed in the same room but only with several members of their packs with them as a barrier. Jongin has been aching to touch, to get away from everything and everyone for a little while - politics be damned.
The easiest way to solidify a peace between their two packs - before a pack war spills into the streets and exposes their kind to the humans - is for Jongin and Chanyeol to claim each other as mates. Of all his father’s children, Jongin is the only omega and the only option. Jongin had brought it up to his father, but the idea had been shot down. “We’re not our ancestors,” his father had snapped. “We don’t view our children as property, as a means to an end. I would never do that to you.”
Jongin didn’t have the courage to tell his father that being claimed by Chanyeol is something he wants. And now he’s running off with Chanyeol under the cover of night, hoping to steal a little time just for themselves before they’re tracked down. Jongin knows these woods better than any; he grew up learning every twist and turn, every hiding space perfect for two wolves who just need an escape. Back in the house, Jongin’s brothers are ensuring Chanyeol and Jongin get just a little more time.
Jongin tugs on Chanyeol enough to guide him left, away from the lights of the city and into the darkness. Chanyeol keeps pace with ease, allowing Jongin to lead the way until they only thing either of them can hear are their hearts beating and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot. Soon, they break into a clearing, surrounded by trees and filled with grass and weeds that raise above Jongin’s hips. It’s the perfect hiding spot.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” Chanyeol breathes, his hands insistent as they cup Jongin’s face to bring him in.
Chanyeol’s kiss is possessive and greedy, and Jongin molds against Chanyeol with a moan in his throat and hands tangling in Chanyeol’s hair. Chanyeol tastes like every dream Jongin’s had of his future, every fantasy that’s danced through his mind while he should be focusing on other things. Chanyeol is everywhere, his scent permeating through Jongin’s clothing to seep into his skin.
Jongin still wants more. He slides his tongue along Chanyeol’s, pressing forward until Chanyeol’s hands run down his sides, curving along Jongin’s waist and down to his ass. Jongin moans louder, inhaling sharply as Chanyeol digs his fingers into denim. Jongin knows Chanyeol can smell how turned on he is and, in turn, Jongin can scent the arousal that clings to Chanyeol.
Jongin twists his fingers in Chanyeol’s shirt, bringing him down to the ground with him as Jongin drops to his knees. Chanyeol’s mouth slides from Jongin’s to his neck, his teeth scraping and tongue tasting as Jongin struggles not to fall apart. His body is aching to have Chanyeol inside him. He wants to be claimed. And it has to be Chanyeol. His wolf will accept no other.
There’s a gentleness to the way Chanyeol lays Jongin in the grass, like he’s afraid that Jongin will break if he pushes too hard. Jongin locks his legs on Chanyeol’s hips, rocking up against him as he bares his neck. The moon is bright tonight, shining down on them as their solitary audience. The grass keeps them out of sight, but the sounds that spill from Jongin’s lips are too loud.
Chanyeol doesn’t hesitate, his wolf surfacing with a snarl as his teeth sink into Jongin’s neck. He would howl if the sensation didn’t choke him, too much, too fast now clogging his mind and his body as the claim sweeps through Jongin. There’s no part of him left untouched, his wolf baying in his head as it accepts the claim without a struggle.
Jongin can barely move, panting into the warm night air as Chanyeol strips them both down. There is shredded fabric tossed into the grass to be forgotten, and Jongin arches into every brush of Chanyeol’s fingers. Everything is hazy, washed out in dull shades. Jongin feels Chanyeol on him, hears the rumble of Chanyeol’s voice as he leans over him. Jongin stares into golden eyes as Chanyeol pushes his cock into him in one slick, fluid slide.
Jongin does howl this time. He centers on Chanyeol, the one bright light he can see as their bodies come together again and again. It’s the fresh claim that drives them, their instincts carrying them through as Jongin begs for more and Chanyeol gives it to him.
“I’m going to do this right later,” Chanyeol promises, his mouth hot on the shell of Jongin’s ear. “I’m going to worship every part of you, taste you and fuck you until neither of us can move.”
“Yes,” Jongin moans. “Yes yes yes.”
Chanyeol thrusts into him harder. Jongin clenches around Chanyeol’s growing knot, wanting to keep it inside.
“Mine,” Chanyeol growls, hips slapping against Jongin’s ass.
Jongin leaves scratches down Chanyeol’s back, ankles locked around him to bring Chanyeol closer. He can’t have enough of him, only wanting more. Chanyeol hikes Jongin’s hips off the ground, his knot slipping in one final time. It pushes the air from Jongin’s lungs as Chanyeol’s knot fills him completely. Chanyeol ruts into him desperately.
Jongin’s cock lays untouched on his belly, a puddle of precome now dripping over his skin. His cock throbs, balls tight as he comes in ropes over his chest. Chanyeol fucks Jongin harder, his mouth pressed to Jongin’s fresh claim mark as his knot expands just a little more. Jongin sobs from pleasure when Chanyeol comes inside him, his hips jerking forward as Jongin’s toes curl.
With the moon as their witness, Jongin and Chanyeol are now a mated pair. Jongin lays boneless on the ground, more content than he’s ever felt in his life. Chanyeol is curved protectively over him, his tongue soothing as it cleans the blood from his initial bite. Jongin hadn’t even noticed he was bleeding, but now it’s beginning to sting.
“I’ll be lucky if your father doesn’t hang me from my toes and dip me in silver for this,” Chanyeol mumbles.
“Don’t worry,” Jongin hums, fingers sliding sure along the back of Chanyeol’s neck, “I’ll protect you.”
Chanyeol laughs, deep and loud. It feels like coming home.
Title: First Date
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jongin/Chanyeol
Length: 2100w
Summary: domestic au! Jongin and Chanyeol get a night to themselves.
His skin is clammy, his stomach is churning and his heart is racing. Jongin is experiencing all the signs of first date jitters. And he absolutely hates it.
“I’m going to call and cancel,” he says, pushing off from where he’d been propped on the kitchen counter. His cell is on the dining room table and the only thing blocking him from getting to it is Chanyeol.
“You’re not cancelling.”
Jongin huffs, trying to move around Chanyeol, but Chanyeol’s always been just that much bigger and he’s good at getting his arms around Jongin and holding him in place. The fight drains from Jongin until all he can do is slump in Chanyeol’s arms and stare up at him with a pout.
“I’m immune to that look,” Chanyeol states, but he does slide a palm down to get a good handful of Jongin’s ass and squeeze.
Jongin swats lightly at him, but makes no move to break away. “Just this once,” Jongin tries. “I promise, I won’t break the next date.”
Chanyeol laughs. “It’s not your date to cancel,” he reminds Jongin.
“I have parental rights!” Jongin exclaims.
“Not in this,” Chanyeol sighs. “It’s not the end of the world, Jongin.”
“No, it’s only the end of my baby being my baby,” Jongin whines. “I just need a little longer to come to grips with it. Give me another few months and-”
“If you cancel your son’s very first date with his very first serious crush, you will crush him.”
Jongin puffs out his cheeks for a moment before they slowly deflate. “I hate it when you’re right,” he grumbles. It’s been nearly seventeen years since Jongin and Chanyeol adopted their son, Jongdae, and even as Jongin’s watched him grow from a baby and into puberty, he still sees him as his small, precious boy who needs to be protected from the world. Jongin can’t protect him if he’s out with some other boy.
The doorbell rings and Chanyeol still has a grip on Jongin. There are loud footsteps thundering down the stairs and Jongdae pops his head in the kitchen for a second. “Thanks dad!” he tells Chanyeol. “I have my phone and we won’t be out late.”
Jongin’s jaw drops and he wiggles until Chanyeol finally releases him, making it into the living room just in time for the door to slam in his face. Jongin twists the knob open and steps outside to see Jongdae smiling brightly at who Jongin presumes is Joonmyun - the boy Jongdae describes as practically perfect in every way.
Jongdae does a good job pushing Joonmyun back into the car and climbing in after before Jongin can say anything. He watches forlornly as his little boy drives off with some guy who will, in all probability, eventually break his heart.
“You look like the world ended,” Chanyeol laughs. “You have to look on the bright side.” Chanyeol slings an arm over Jongin’s shoulders and leads him inside, closing and locking the door behind them.
“What bright side? All the light in my life just got in the car with some kid who has impeccably styled hair.”
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that. As your husband, my dignity has just shattered on the floor at your feet.”
Jongin sighs as he looks over at Chanyeol. “No offense, but he’s my little baby. You’re my big baby. You don’t need me like he does.”
Chanyeol stands in front of Jongin, his hands on Jongin’s shoulders as he starts shaking him lightly. “You’re making it impossibly hard to seduce you.”
Jongin blinks. “What?”
“It’s a Saturday night,” Chanyeol begins, slowly running his hands from Jongin’s shoulders and down his back as he moves forward. “And we have the house to ourselves. Come on,” Chanyeol grins, his chest now pressed to Jongin’s. “It can be just like our first date.”
Jongin levels Chanyeol with an unimpressed stare. “You were so nervous on our first date that you threw up on my shoes,” Jongin states.
“But then I made it up to you!”
“I thought you were trying to seduce me,” Jongin reminds his husband. “You were too afraid to do more than hold my hand for three months.”
“Fine,” Chanyeol begins, his hands now coming up to cup Jongin’s face. “I’ll just have to do it the old fashioned way.”
When Chanyeol kisses Jongin, it’s not the same stomach twisting nerves that take over Jongin, but the familiarity of Chanyeol’s lips on his is enticing. His head goes fuzzy, tilting into it as Chanyeol’s tongue glides smooth between his lips and into his mouth. It’s not the type of kiss that Chanyeol usually goes for when he’s trying to get Jongin naked, but this is the first time in quite a while that they’ve had the time to go slow.
“If I didn’t know any better,” Jongin rumbles against Chanyeol’s mouth, “I’d think you were up to no good.”
“Me?” Chanyeol smiles, “never.”
Jongin knows better, but he lets Chanyeol push him down the hallway and up the stairs anyway, Chanyeol’s hands beneath Jongin’s shirt as his thumbs caress lightly over Jongin’s stomach. It’s maddening; by the time they’re inside their bedroom, the door closed out of habit, Jongin is ready to strip them both down. It’s a good thing that Chanyeol has the same idea.
Jongin falls back on the bed with a naked Chanyeol between his legs, Chanyeol’s mouth on his neck and hands clutching Jongin’s thighs. Their sheets are cool on Jongin’s back, the comforter still kicked to the floor because neither of them ever bother to make the bed. The fabric heats quickly, Jongin’s breath coming out in short bursts as Chanyeol moves down, resting Jongin’s thighs over his shoulders.
Jongin bites his lower lip to keep from making noise when Chanyeol sucks the head of his cock into his mouth. Chanyeol is looking up at him earnestly, his pink lips wrapped around Jongin’s dick and Jongin feels the simmering of his arousal beginning to boil. It’s never taken much for Chanyeol to work him up and this time is no different.
Chanyeol pulls off with a grin that promises so much more than words. “You don’t have to be quiet,” he says, just before sucking Jongin’s cock down again.
Jongin’s head falls back, his mouth open as he moans out Chanyeol’s name, gasping when Chanyeol swallows around his cock. He lifts his hips, searching for more and Chanyeol lets him. Jongin can’t stop moving, his thighs tight around Chanyeol’s head and his cock filling all the way until he’s fully hard.
Chanyeol has the lube. Jongin doesn’t notice until there are wet fingers slipping between his cheeks, smearing lube along his rim. He tries to spread his legs to make it easier, but it’s hard when Chanyeol is still sucking his cock with enthusiasm. Jongin reaches down with one hand, fingers curling in Chanyeol’s hair, another loud moan filling the room. Chanyeol keeps Jongin’s dick in his mouth as he slides two fingers into him, working Jongin open quickly, but not without care.
Jongin could combust from the heat and pressure mounting in his gut; Chanyeol won’t move his head and Jongin can’t do more than rock lightly down on his fingers, always needing more. After so many years, Chanyeol knows just how to take Jongin to the edge and keep him there, not letting him come until Chanyeol wants him to.
Jongin whimpers when his cock falls from Chanyeol’s mouth, his fingers following. He tries to sit up, his body on autopilot because the quietest way for them to have sex is with Jongin’s face buried in the mattress so his noises are muffled. Chanyeol stops him, pinning Jongin’s wrists to the bed and staring down at him with such intensity that Jongin’s heart skips a beat.
“I’m going to watch you this time,” Chanyeol tells him.
Jongin can only moan in approval, already curving his palm along the back of Chanyeol’s neck to bring him down for a kiss. Chanyeol teases along Jongin’s lips, makes them sting with his teeth before soothing over the bites with his tongue. The crown of Chanyeol’s cock fits snug against Jongin’s rim, not pushing in, but resting there as Jongin grows increasingly frustrated.
“So gorgeous like this,” Chanyeol whispers. “And all mine.”
Under normal circumstances, Jongin would tell Chanyeol he was being cheesy, but it’s difficult to dislike anything Chanyeol is doing when he’s also pushing his cock into Jongin slowly. He fills Jongin just right, his cock hot and hard and slick from so much lube. Jongin fits his legs on Chanyeol’s hips, a content sigh slipping between them. It’s been so long since Jongin’s been able to see Chanyeol like this.
There’s a flush on his cheeks and his eyes are shining. Chanyeol’s hair is a mess, but Jongin is the cause and he’s proud of that. He’s also proud of the deep groan that he gets from his husband when he clenches around his cock. As sweet as this moment is, Jongin really wants Chanyeol to screw him into their mattress.
Chanyeol reaches down, his palm on the back of Jongin’s thigh to push it up to Jongin’s chest. Once there, Chanyeol pulls out of Jongin just as slowly as he pushed in, keeping his eyes on Jongin’s face the entire time. There’s another pause, just long enough for Jongin to inhale before Chanyeol is thrusting back into him. It’s hard enough for Chanyeol’s hips to smack against Jongin’s ass, the pleasure racing up Jongin’s spine. Chanyeol doesn’t stop and he doesn’t slow down. He fucks Jongin hard and fast like his goal is to make Jongin go hoarse from screaming.
Jongin can’t help it, moans and cries of Chanyeol’s name ripped from him as Chanyeol takes him so thoroughly. It’s been so long since Chanyeol’s really let go. Jongin can barely hold on, his other leg slipping from Chanyeol’s hip until Chanyeol hooks it over his arm. The new position has Jongin sucking in a sharp breath, nearly sobbing from how amazing it feels. It’s so much, so fast, and his cock throbs, leaking precome steadily now.
Jongin thinks about holding out, trying to keep it all in because they have the time, but Chanyeol doesn’t want to let him. Chanyeol pistons his cock in and out of Jongin even faster, dipping his head to flick his tongue over Jongin’s nipple. Jongin clenches, head falling back and eyes closing as he takes it all in. He has a fistful of Chanyeol’s hair and the sheets in his other hand, trying to keep himself grounded even as he’s flying away.
Chanyeol bites around Jongin’s nipple and he can’t hold it in anymore. He hears Chanyeol’s gruff groan, knowing that Chanyeol is about to come inside him, and that’s all it takes. Jongin is silent when he comes, his cock spurting white up his stomach and chest as Chanyeol’s cock pulses inside him. Chanyeol buries himself in Jongin over and over, his hips jerking forward until they still.
Jongin pulls in ragged breaths, releasing his hold on Chanyeol’s hair to scratch through the strands softly instead. He feels completely worn out, his legs dropping to the bed. His muscles ache, but in the best way. Chanyeol, as usual, curls over him and refuses to move. He noses his way along Jongin’s neck and leaves kisses over his skin, whispering in Jongin’s ear how much he loves him.
It’s the perfect way to fall asleep, and Jongin nearly does until Chanyeol lifts away. Jongin reaches for him, pouting, but Chanyeol still gets up. “We should probably be decent for later,” Chanyeol laughs.
Jongin flops back with a frown. He has conflicting emotions about his son dating; even though he doesn’t want his baby growing up and dating, it now gives him time alone with Chanyeol and that’s always a plus. He supposes, for now, as long as no one is breaking Jongdae’s heart, Jongin will accept this new development with maturity.
Or at least that’s what Jongin plans to do until he spies through the curtains and sees Joonmyun giving his son a kiss. Jongin lets out a distressed wail. “I’m gonna kill him.”
Chanyeol just laughs at him. It’s going to take a lot more time than he thought to get used to this.
Title: Cherry On Top
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Sehun/Chanyeol
Length: 1000w
Summary: wolf au! pwp
The ground is unforgiving on Sehun’s knees, his skin rubbing over dirt and twigs as his legs spread further apart. There are bent blades of grass in Sehun’s hands, most of them pulled from the earth as he fights to keep from falling flat all while pushing back harder on Chanyeol’s cock. His spine dips and Sehun breathes in the scent of nature as his mate fucks him with long, punishing thrusts that will ensure the imprint of Chanyeol’s hips will be bruised along Sehun’s thighs for days.
It’s midday and the sun is shining down on the pair who have claimed this particular clearing for their own. If their scent doesn’t frighten off anyone else in the area, their noises will. Chanyeol growls as skin slaps against skin, his fingers digging into Sehun’s sides to pull him back on his cock.
Sehun gasps, pleasure creeping up his spine as his cock bobs heavy between his legs. There’s a string of precome that drips steadily from the slit, wetting the ground. Chanyeol falls over Sehun, grinding his cock into Sehun further as Sehun moans loud. The sound of it echoes against the trees that circle the area and Chanyeol only goes faster, more desperate. His breath is hot on Sehun’s neck, his chest slick with sweat and Sehun knows it won’t be long.
Sehun’s tempted to reach between his legs and circle fingers around where his knot is starting to swell just to relieve some of the pressure, but he knows he can hold out. Chanyeol pushes harder, rutting wildly into Sehun until his hips jerk of their own accord when he comes. Sehun can feel some it running down the insides of his thighs when Chanyeol pulls out. It leaves Sehun feeling empty and open - something he doesn’t particularly enjoy.
Chanyeol is far more gentle when he helps Sehun roll onto his back. Sehun’s heart floods with affection at the image of his mate over him even if Chanyeol is a sweaty mess, his cheeks pink and lips bitten red. Sehun holds out a hand and Chanyeol takes it as he climbs over Sehun until he’s poised over Sehun’s cock.
“Alpha,” Chanyeol whimpers, rocking his ass down just so the crown of Sehun’s cock teases around his rim.
Sehun’s hands find a home on Chanyeol’s thighs, squeezing as Chanyeol keeps moving. Chanyeol’s head tips back, his lips parted in pleasure. Even though Chanyeol just came, his cock is already hardening again, unfulfilled because he hasn’t taken his alpha’s knot. There’s slick coating the insides of Chanyeol’s thighs, sliding wet down Sehun’s cock as he continues to work himself up. Sehun watches, helping Chanyeol rock without thrusting up because that’s not what Chanyeol wants.
The sun gives Chanyeol a golden halo and Sehun is breathless, impossibly in love when Chanyeol finally sinks on his cock, taking it all the way down. Sehun’s knot is still small enough that Chanyeol takes it easy, clenching hotly around the swollen girth as he rolls his hips. He’s greedy for it, his throat bared for all to see as he starts bouncing.
Sehun bends his knees, heels dug into the dirt to thrust into the heat of Chanyeol’s body.
“Alpha,” Chanyeol cries again, his own hand in his hair to pull.
Sehun sits up, eyes burning red as his mouth finds his mark on Chanyeol’s neck. Chanyeol clamps around his cock tighter, shuddering as he rides Sehun, so responsive to the way Sehun’s tongue runs over the permanent groove of his teeth in Chanyeol’s skin. His. Chanyeol is Sehun’s omega, Sehun’s mate and he’s going to do everything and anything to please him.
Chanyeol whines when Sehun’s knot locks inside him, too large for him to do anything more than grind on. Sehun cups Chanyeol’s ass, fingertips pressed to soft skin to help Chanyeol move. It’s a practiced rhythm, Sehun often having to temper Chanyeol’s unbridled passion for his knot just enough to keep Chanyeol from injuring them both.
Chanyeol is whispering Sehun’s name under his breath, his limbs shaking as he leans forward, drawing Sehun in for a kiss. He tastes sweet, enticing, and oh so very ripe for the taking. Sehun indulges in the sweetness of Chanyeol’s mouth, his hand wandering from Chanyeol’s ass, sliding along his slick thigh before reaching his cock. Chanyeol jerks, a rumbling moan let into the air as Sehun strokes the length of Chanyeol’s cock with wet fingers.
He takes it slow, knowing just how to drive Chanyeol crazy. The omega writhes on Sehun’s knot, clenching and unclenching, whimpering when he tries to move more, but he can’t. Sehun’s knot is too large. Sehun slips his other hand down to where Chanyeol is speared open on his cock, pushing against his rim. Chanyeol gasps, a quiet noise, as he comes over Sehun’s fist, his ass squeezing tight around Sehun’s cock.
There’s art in the way Chanyeol curves to be closer to Sehun, seeking him out as the pleasure wracks through him in waves. Each crash has him whimpering, his nose pushed to Sehun’s neck and body pulsing deliciously around Sehun’s cock. Chanyeol keeps moving even after he’s spent, his cock softening in Sehun’s hand. It doesn’t take much longer for Sehun to groan, filling his omega with his come in the hopes that this will be the time they finally conceive.
An always loud, always boisterous and unrestrained Chanyeol is as quiet as a mouse after Sehun’s stuffed him full with his knot. Chanyeol clings to Sehun, and Sehun keeps his arms tight around his mate. The rest of the pack is used to them disappearing for hours at a time, so no one is going to come looking for them. Sehun lays back with Chanyeol on top of him, breathing in his scent as Chanyeol’s hair falls in his face.
They have time for a nap before it gets dark and then Sehun can spoil Chanyeol a little more before bed. It’ll be the perfect way to end the day.