smut week fics [1/2]

Jun 06, 2015 05:44

A few days ago I decided that I'd only write smut for a whole week. So yeah, I did that. I had 10 pairings planned but turns out I can't actually write a lot of porn in a week without tiring. Besides that, a few of the fics got out of control lol. There's this sexing that reached a really high word count without even getting to the smut part. Truth is that I only meant to write drabbles like the xiutao but... lol. I feel like I have to warn you that some of these pieces were written in the dead of night when everything is really dead -- especially my creativity --, and some weren't even beta'ed, so watch out for crude mistakes. I'd like to thank my brother helaas for saving my ass and operating as the porn gnome, correcting said crude mistakes in a few fics. Without further ado, I present you the deep end of my existence.

break time || xiumin/tao
630 words



It’s not always that their study session leads to this. Unbuttoning pants at a tight bathroom stall, trying to make little to zero noise. Zitao is not very good at keeping quiet -- whimpers and whines and cries. Minseok had a hard time re-educating him, but it was worth it. It’s worth watching him writhe, biting his knuckles and shutting his eyes with so much force he goes dizzy. To Minseok, it’s the best part. He licks at the tip of Zitao’s hardening cock and the younger shivers, one of his hands jerking up to cover his mouth (such a good boy) as Minseok pulls his pants down to his feet.

“H-hyun-” he whispers when Minseok’s hands start stroking his thighs, and Minseok looks up at him. He knows anticipation works Tao up like nothing else, so he assumes a painstaking pace, gripping at the younger’s thighs and prepping kisses all over his length. Minseok makes sure to never break their eye contact, and his reward is to witness Tao’s beautiful eyes start watering. “Hyung, h-hurry.”

Minseok stills. Now that’s not how things work. He shoots an icy glare, his hands sliding to Tao’s ankles before he stands up. He wasn’t expecting for Minseok to stand up so abruptly; Tao’s eyes widen slightly, and it’s so clear he’s regretting what he said. Stepping as close as he can, Minseok brings his two hands to Tao’s neck, using his thumbs to lift his chin. He can feel Tao’s erection brushing over his waistband, and his own cock twitches.

“Tao,” Minseok says, voice low against Tao’s throat. “did hyung ever let you down?”

Tao shudders a little, trying to shake his head with Minseok’s hands constricting him.

“Then don’t you think you should trust me?” A weak nod. Minseok feels the bob of his throat when he swallows, and he’s pleased. His fingers release Tao’s neck and snake down to his chest, flicking the younger’s nipples on their way down. “Be patient.”

He kneels, hands back on Tao’s thighs, and licks at his cock tentatively. It’s so pretty. So rich and well-sculpted. Minseok is so lucky he gets to taste it. He runs his tongue all the way to the base and wraps his mouth around it, one of his hands going to Tao’s hips. The boy lets a whine escape, but Minseok cuts him some slack and moves on with his ministrations, finally taking Zitao’s cock. He goes slow at first, tasting, the hand on Tao’s hips sneaking to his ass. He yelps when Minseok’s finger pokes at his entrance, and Minseok looks up to see his mouth open in a silent moan. When Minseok starts sucking a little fast, Tao rocks his hips helplessly, a few fingers loosely touching his lips while the other hand flicks his nipples. Minseok smirks around his cock -- he loves seeing Tao like this. Desperate for more, on the verge of breaking down.

Knowing he won’t last longer, Minseok speeds up, enduring the feeling of Tao’s dick hitting his throat. He can hear the sounds of Tao moaning around the fingers in his mouth. It only takes him a minute before he’s coming down Minseok’s throat. Minseok swallows what he can, leaning back to release Tao’s cock from his mouth and a trail of come if left across his tongue. He swallows once more, licking the remaining spurts of white from his lips. There’s come dripping on the floor, but Minseok stands up, running a hand through Tao’s hair and smiling when the boy leans into his touch.

“Should we go back to your problem set?” he suggests, waiting for Tao to catch his breath before opening his eyes.

The younger nods and looks down at Minseok, a hand coming to his shoulder. “Yes, we should.”

step by step || suho/chen || this is furiously unbeta'ed rofl
1463 words



There are three things about Jongdae that Joonmyun cannot forget: 1. He hates coffee. 2. He only likes cookies when there’s milk. 3. He gets lonely when Joonmyun goes on a trip for work. At least ten different people already offered their places for Jongdae to spend time when Joonmyun’s away so his loneliness level doesn’t increase to a point where he calls him at the wee hours of morning wailing for his boyfriend to abandon work and fly back home because “there should be nothing in your life more important than me and I’m suffering right now, just get your ass back home and snuggle me until I’m sated!”.

Except that when Joonmyun does return home, snuggling is the last in the list of many things Jongdae asks for.

First, he pouts. Then he pulls his boyfriend in for a hug and whines that: “That was your longest trip so far.”

Joonmyun smiles and tightens his hold around him because Jongdae likes to be touched. All the time. “I’ve been away for three days, Jongdae.”

Fingers gently scratch Joonmyun’s back through his shirt before grasping the fabric. “It felt like weeks.”

He chuckles and kisses Jongdae’s neck -- Joonmyun knows that’s a trigger for something more. He’s been away for three days, Jongdae isn’t the only one who needs care. After the kiss, it’s almost immediate. Jongdae shivers, his hairs bristle and Joonmyun runs his hands up and down his arms before leaning back just enough to meet his boyfriend’s eyes.

“I’m here now,” he says, pressing a light kiss on Jongdae’s lips. “I’ll touch you as much as you want.”

Jongdae nods and raises his arms, a silent request for Joonmyun to pull up his shirt. Besides being touched, Jongdae also likes to be undressed, so Joonmyun takes his time removing his clothes, allowing his hand to travel up Jongdae’s torso before settling on his hips to bring him closer. Whining when Joonmyun nips at the side of his neck, Jongdae hooks his fingers on the belt loops of Joonmyun’s pants, pressing them impossibly closer. Joonmyun rocks against the tent in Jongdae’s pants, holding him in place by his neck.

That’s when Jongdae touches Joonmyun’s wrists, guiding his hands to his pants. Another silent request that Joonmyun readily obliges. He maintains his fingers on the loops while Joonmyun unbuttons his pants and sneaks his hand under his boxers. Jongdae gasps, fingers loosening from the loops so his hand could tug at Joonmyun’s t-shirt. One more silent request. Joonmyun takes off his shirt as quick as he can and pulls Jongdae’s pants down, wetting his lips when his boyfriend’s cock springs free. The fact that they haven’t even started and Jongdae is already leaking makes Joonmyun snort, shooting him with the kind of dark look that makes Jongdae tremble.

Joonmyun pushes him towards the bedroom, his eyes never leaving Jongdae’s until his back is on the mattress. Joonmyun crawls after him when Jongdae drags himself to the middle of the bed, spreading his legs apart.

Jongdae has this habit of biting on his knuckles while Joonmyun sucks him off; it drives him crazy. Joonmyun licks and sucks at the tip, precome tasting sharp on his tongue before he envelops the whole length with his mouth. Jongdae muffles his moans with the knuckles on his mouth, but that’s not what Joonmyun wants. Joonmyun wants to hear him moan and whine and cry because it gets him hard like nothing else. He only refrains from yanking the god damned hand from his boyfriend's mouth because Jongdae looks really adorable biting on his knuckles, almost like he has no idea of what Joonmyun is going to do to him, like he’s so perplexed that someone is sucking his cock and he looks so fucking innocent. Joonmyun’s dick twitches with the thought and he speeds up, earning a few more moans and some hip thrusts. He makes sure to pin Jongdae in place by throwing a forearm over his stomach and pressing a hand on his thigh, but Jongdae is persistent. He props himself up on his elbows, mouth gaping (so perplexed) as he sees Joonmyun release his dick with a pop, taking Jongdae with his hand and pumping him fast enough to make him yelp.

“Do you want my cock in you?” he asks and Jongdae’s elbows give up, letting him fall back on the mattress with a loud whine. Joonmyun slows to a stop, unbuttoning his own pants and kicking them off the bed. He strokes himself rock hard, spreading precome all over his length before hopping off the bed to look for a condom and lube in their dresser.

Jongdae is already on his stomach when Joonmyun returns, cheek leaning on the mattress and hands balled at the sides of his head. He groans at how pure and precious he looks. Jongdae spreads his legs when the bed dips with Joonmyun’s weight, allowing his boyfriend to expose his entrance. With lube-coated fingers, Joonmyun works his boyfriend until he’s lifting his ass trying to fuck himself, and then he’ll hold his ass cheeks apart to line his cock with Jongdae’s puffy, pink hole. He holds Jongdae open and slowly thrusts, his insides twisting and heating as he watches the tip of his cock accommodate inside Jongdae’s ass. His boyfriend moans around his knuckles, and Joonmyun soothes his rim, circling his cock with his thumbs and caressing Jongdae’s entrance hoping that it’ll help the stretch. It helps -- Jongdae whimpers and pushes his ass back, attempting to raise on all fours, but Joonmyun presses him back. It doesn’t stop him though, Jongdae keeps pushing until Joonmyun is fully seated inside him. Joonmyun’s breath catches when Jongdae wiggles his ass and, without overthinking it, Joonmyun simply wraps an arm around Jongdae and lifts him off the mattress. Jongdae cries in surprise when Joonmyun sits, bringing him to his lap and spreading his ass again to help Jongdae seat. He rocks a few times just to get going, but it’s clear that Joonmyun wants Jongdae to move, so it’s his turn to prop himself on his elbows and watch as the other folds his legs under Joonmyun’s and leans forward to put his palms on the mattress.

Then he rides him. Slow at first, tentative moves to check where he stands. Joonmyun strokes his back, prepping kisses all over Jongdae’s spine. It gets him moving faster, the moans spilling from his mouth getting needier, more desperate. It makes Joonmyun dizzy with want, his legs fitting and his heart beating so fast that Jongdae can probably feel it. He lifts Jongdae’s ass just a little to see his cock disappear inside, and he can’t help but buck his hips up. Soon enough Jongdae is speeding up, smacking his ass down on Joonmyun’s cock repeatedly until he’s bouncing, hands all over his own body unable to get enough. Joonmyun wants to help him, he wants to touch Jongdae, lick him and put his mouth wherever he can reach, but he’s far too gone to even move, so he falls back as Jongdae takes pleasure in his cock, pleading for Joonmyun to touch him, fuck him. Putting all his energy and effort into sitting up, Joonmyun complies, hands soothing Jongdae’s waist and kissing his neck, flicking and pinching his nipples. Yet, Joonmyun won’t touch him, wants him to come only from his cock. He knows Jongdae will try to get himself off, so Joonmyun just pins his arms on his back, giving Jongdae no aid at all besides his hips, still riding and rocking on Joonmyun’s cock. He feels so, so good that something weights inside him and pressure starts building.

Jongdae comes hard with a cry of Joonmyun’s name, white spurting all over himself and the sheets. He clenches so sorely that the weight heaves and the pressure rises so high that it’s impossible for him to hold it anymore, so Joonmyun releases inside the condom, circling his hips to get the most of it.

Having his arms freed moments prior to Joonmyun orgasming, Jongdae falls back onto his boyfriend’s chest with a satisfied sigh. Joonmyun holds him close, brushing his nape hairs with his fingers before lifting Jongdae off him so he could remove the condom. As he carefully extracts it and dutifully ties a knot at the opening, Jongdae knits his eyebrows and pouts.

“I wanted you to do it inside.”

Of course Jongdae would whine about something after such great sex. Joonmyun snorts a laugh and tosses the condom in the wastebasket before turning to his whiny boyfriend and tackling him. Jongdae yells, but laughs afterward because he’s awfully ticklish and Joonmyun likes to take advantage of that.

And then -- only then -- they snuggle.

is it ok to touch? || chanyeol/kai || a/b/o, knotting
2284 words



It’s thanks to Baekhyun that Chanyeol has a lap full of omega right now.

Apparently, Jongin has a trick; a cheat to stop his heat from hitting full-force. If he has sex a specific number of days prior to his heat, it's not as effective as it usually is. He used to do this with his last boyfriend, but it’s been two months that he’s single and Jongin said to hate the experience of having sex with a complete stranger just to help him with his cycle. So Baekhyun set him up with Chanyeol.

“Are you hooking up with someone?” his roommate flopped next to him on his bed one day. When Chanyeol shook his head in response, Baekhyun added: “I’d like you to fuck a friend of mine.”

At first, Chanyeol choked on his own saliva, but after listening to Baekhyun's reasons for demanding that Chanyeol fucked someone he didn't know ("He has some sort of heat ritual or something, he needs to get a dick before his pre-heat reaches and he becomes alpha bait. You don’t need to knot him, though, he just needs dick. I’d do it, but he says it only works with alphas."), he sorta had compassion for the whole story. Especially after Baekhyun gave him Jongin's social network link and Chanyeol spent a night in doors going through his pictures.

Now they're locked in Chanyeol's dorm room, Baekhyun is probably at Jongdae's (Chanyeol doesn't really care, he only cares that his roommate is gone) and Jongin is sitting back on Chanyeol's thighs. They didn't have a chance to chat, maybe get to know each other before engaging in activities that Jongin himself refused to repeat with someone he wasn't well acquainted with. The funny part is that Chanyeol and Jongin aren’t well acquainted. Since he arrived, they've shared a total of five sentences.

"Hi, I'm Jongin."

"Yeah, I know."

"You must be Chanyeol. Baekhyun said it's ok if we..."

"Oh yeah, no. It's ok."

"Ok cool. Should I...?"

And then Jongin walk into Chanyeol's room and planted himself on his lap, hands hesitant to touch. He was all hesitant to be honest, and all Chanyeol did was stare. Jongin was really something else -- sharp jawline, plump lips and tanned skin. Chanyeol has never hooked up with someone like him. Jongin lifts a shy hand, gently placing it on Chanyeol's shoulder. Chanyeol's too nervous to move, afraid that a misplaced touch or gesture will offend Jongin. Seems like Baekhyun's friend can read minds, because he utters their sixth sentence as Chanyeol ponders if it's ok to touch.

"You can touch me. If you want." Jongin lets out a shuddered breath when Chanyeol remains still. "I don't mind doing all the work if you're uncomfortable..."

Chanyeol's eyebrows arch at his words, "I'm not uncomfortable," he shakes his head. "I was afraid to be invasive."

Jongin laughs -- such an adorable sound -- like he's truly amused, and Chanyeol's insides warm up.

"You were afraid to be invasive with the guy who's using you for his own purposes?" he questions, cocking his head mirthfully.

Chanyeol chuckles, "I worry too much." Nodding, Jongin's second hand rests on the back of Chanyeol's neck and Chanyeol copies him, setting a hand on Jongin's neck. "How do you want this to go, then?"

"Last time I did this I had no intentions of stretching the whole act, so I jumped straight onto his dick," he shrugs. Chanyeol feels his cheeks tingle, but blinks it away. "but I'd let you kiss me if you promise you'll be real nice."

The warmness twists in Chanyeol's stomach and he tries to hold it down by clenching as Jongin's hands slowly slide up to his face. With hooded eyes and the tiniest hint of a smile, he's the most gorgeous last-minute-hookup Chanyeol's ever had. He leans, pressing his lips against Jongin's without any rush before bringing the omega closer by his waist. Jongin locks his hands with Chanyeol's hair when the kiss deepens, one of Chanyeol's hands settling down Jongin's back. With every jab of his mouth against Jongin's lips, Chanyeol is rewarded with a whimper, and each one of them work a powerful number on him. Jongin keeps making humming sounds, like Chanyeol's lips are very delicious and he can't get enough of it.

“You’re really good at this,” he says, lips brushing against Chanyeol’s jaw. “but I need you to fuck me.”

With that, Jongin removes himself from Chanyeol’s lap and strips, not very sexy, not tentative or provocative. He just strips, but the power of it is too strong for Chanyeol to handle, his mind going dizzy and mouth hanging in awe. Jongin is the owner of a perfect body -- there’s absolutely nothing out of place. Chanyeol wants to run his tongue all over him. He won’t though, that’s not what Jongin needs now and Chanyeol is more than happy to give him what he needs.

Instead of hopping on Chanyeol’s lap like he’s been expected to do, Jongin tugs at the collar of his shirt, attempting to pull it up. When Chanyeol realizes what he’s trying to do, he jumps, taking off his shirt and starting to unbutton his pants. Jongin laughs.

“Sorry.” he mutters embarrassedly, kicking his pants off. “I was th--”

Chanyeol is suddenly muted by Jongin kneeling in front of his very naked self, hands gripping lightly at Chanyeol’s thighs. It looks so much like he’s about to--

He wraps both hands around Chanyeol’s length, aligning it with his mouth before pressing gentle, soft kisses on the tip. The sharpness of the jolt that travels through Chanyeol’s body contrasts drastically with the tenderness of the gesture, Jongin’s thumb caressing the underside of Chanyeol’s cock as if it’s something precious. He swallows down a grunt, closing his hands as Jongin keeps kissing his cock.

“Y-you don’t need to--” he tries to advise.

“I know I don’t,” the omega looks up at him, tongue lapping at dick. Chanyeol’s cock twitches in his hold because fuck. “but you’re cute. I’m weak to cute people.”

Chanyeol’s not vulnerable to blowjobs. He can take them pretty well, but there’s something about Jongin sucking him off that brings him close to the edge. Maybe the way he licks like he’s savoring, tongue licking any remnants of precome off his lips. It drives Chanyeol crazy, and before he knows he’s pulling Jongin up. Maybe he’s not supposed to be doing it like this, but Jongin started to scent and it jerks Chanyeol awake. He knows that if the omega was in heat he’d have started to scent a lot earlier, but Chanyeol doesn’t mind about it now.

What roams his mind as he faces Jongin defiantly is only one thing.

“If you feel like screaming, don’t hold it back.”

Jongin lets out a shuddered breath and lets himself be manhandled and thrown on the bed. He doesn’t have enough time to drag further on the mattress before Chanyeol is crawling on top of him, mouth hungry and eager to suck and bruise, leaving pink marks on Jongin’s neck, his collarbones, nearby his nipples. Jongin keeps making these faint, breathless sounds, but that’s not what Chanyeol wants to hear. Chanyeol wants to hear more. So he pushes an unexpected finger into the slickness of Jongin’s self-lubricated ass. The perks of fucking an omega. Jongin whimpers as Chanyeol inserts a second finger, spreading them apart inside Jongin. He’s doing it only for the tease, because Jongin stretches around him like his entrance is elastic.

Chanyeol strokes himself to stiffness because someone like Jongin deserves to take a rock hard dick. He’s lining with Jongin’s glistening hole when the omega’s hands find his crotch. He skates his finger on Chanyeol’s skin until he finds what he’s looking for. Jongin gently grabs Chanyeol’s cock and pulls like he wants to impale himself. Something twists at Chanyeol’s gut and he swallows, moistening his dry lips. That’s too hot. Too hot.

“Chanyeol,” they haven’t even started and he’s already out of breath. “I wanna--” Jongin blushes furiously, his strong scent slapping Chanyeol in the face, but he doesn’t stop. Pushing his hips, Jongin manages to get locked on Chanyeol’s dick, the head sliding in rather easily. Chanyeol stands still and attentive to Jongin’s every move, how he forces himself onto Chanyeol, swallowing good chunks of dick at once. He’s so warm, smells so fucking good. Everything that Chanyeol wants is to grab his thighs and pull him in with all his strength, pound Jongin until he’s sore. But he won’t. Chanyeol will stand still and let Jongin take care of his own needs. That’s why he’s here after all.

Chanyeol sits back to make it easier for Jongin and the omega half climbs onto his lap, back lying on the mattress and ass slowly sinking onto Chanyeol. He can’t fuck Jongin like he wants to, but Chanyeol can certainly touch. So he lets his hands wander, stroking his chest, pinching his nipples and thumbing his lips. Jongin whines, pushing himself further until he’s seated. Then he meets Chanyeol’s hands at his waist, guiding them down to his dick. Chanyeol smirks. He knows what Jongin wants. His first instinct is to refuse it; bark no and watch Jongin’s tears wet his face in frustration as he rides Chanyeol’s cock.

However, he complies, handling Jongin’s hardness until it’s dripping precome on his fingers. That’s when he starts to move, slowly and experimentally, small rocks and circles of his hips on Chanyeol’s lap, but it’s enough to send a wave of pleasure and electricity up Chanyeol’s spine. Jongin’s so warm. So slick and hungry.

“You can really take cock, can’t you?” Chanyeol groans, resisting the urge of thrusting. Jongin does it for him, though, slamming his ass on Chanyeol’s dick.

“Just yours, it seems. Fuck--” Jongin knits his eyebrows, jaw hanging open when Chanyeol decides he’s had enough and hoists him up by the waist, placing Jongin on his lap. “Chanyeol--”

“It’s ok,” Chanyeol assures him with a wet kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I just wanna look at you up close.”

Jongin flushes, so Chanyeol hugs him, brushing his nose on Jongin’s as the other rocks his hips sensually. Chanyeol kisses him softly, the noises of their slick lips brushing against each other going straight to his dick. Jongin quietly whines against his mouth and all at once Chanyeol is washed by his scent -- sweet and eager to latch to something, to belong. A maddening sense of ownership envelops Chanyeol, his mind screaming Jongin’s name and flashing the very limited images of the omega that are saved deep into his core conscious.

He has no idea what is happening. It’s something he’s never felt before, this raging will to hold Jongin impossibly closer, to feel him, to claim him. Chanyeol can’t claim him, they’ve just met. This is not how it works. Instead, he tries to satisfy by meeting Jongin’s hips by thrusting his. That’s when his knot starts growing. Upon feeling it, Jongin clings to him and releases, mouth gaping silently, eyes shut. They still, locked together by Chanyeol’s inflating knot. Jongin is already sensitive from his own release, so he clenches around Chanyeol, gasping as the alpha’s seeds are poured into him.

It’s unusual for alphas to knot omegas to whom they’re not mated. It just… Doesn’t happen. The chances of conception while knotted are off the charts; Chanyeol might just have impregnated Jongin, but it was out of his control. That’s the weirdest part. He can usually pull out before his knot grows, he can release without knotting so easily. So why is he knotted to Jongin, his semen trapped inside the omega while his whole body demands for Chanyeol to own him? Is it his hormones? He’ll go into pre-heat in a few days, so maybe this is normal. Chanyeol remembers Baekhyun’s words loud and clear ‘you don’t have to knot him’. So knotting, in this procedure, was optional and he chose to knot with an omega he just met.

“Fuck,” he breathes, Jongin’s faint whimpers backgrounding. “What the fuck-- I couldn’t pull out, I didn’t--”

Jongin leans his forehead on Chanyeol’s, hands stroking Chanyeol’s sweaty hair. “You knotted me,” and he laughs, clear and comfortable. Chanyeol frowns.

“Why are you laughing, you could get pregnant.”

“I don’t give a fuck if I get pregnant, this was the best fuck of my whole life.” then he’s kissing Chanyeol. “You couldn’t pull out because I wanted you. And you accepted me,” he kisses Chanyeol one more time. “you couldn’t tell?” Of course he could, Jongin’s scent clung to him for dear life.

He meets Jongin’s eyes, his stomach unexpectedly somersaulting, and Chanyeol is at loss of thoughts. He just feels his knot receding, and with it a desperate itch to keep attached to Jongin, to never let him go. Fascination dances inside his mind, and all of a sudden Chanyeol can’t take his eyes of the omega on his lap.

“You’re going to take me to dinner, Chanyeol,” Jongin says, Chanyeol’s hands starting to stroke his back, “and by the end of the week you’ll have claimed me. If you haven’t, I’ll scent mark you so fucking strong that no other omega will get within a six-mile radius of you.”

And there s that feeling again. Ownership. Possessiveness. Chanyeol bares his teeth, pulling Jongin’s hair back and watching with satisfaction as the omega’s mouth falls open. He looks so fucking good like this, submissive, at the mercy of Chanyeol’s good will.

Inhaling, the alpha whispers into his ear, “It’s on.”

{GO TO PART 2}

smut week, chankai, suchen, 2015, xiutao

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