kaisoo

Only Look At Me

life_not_knife — Mon, 12 Sep 2016 11:41:18 GMT

Title: Only look at me
Author: Life_Not_Knife
Pairing: Kaisoo
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, romance/fluff? Maybe.
Summary: ‘It’s only at these times that he doesn’t feel the need to stand and let his body flow with the rhythm, only in these times does he allow himself to be self-indulgent towards the older man.’
Word Count: 1286

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Stalker

bleudeskee — Tue, 26 Apr 2016 00:38:16 GMT

Title: stalker
Pairing: kaisoo
Rating: PG-13
Summary: someone is stalking Kyungsoo.
Author: Kezzlafiction (aff link)

Stalker!au

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Special Person

doprettylips — Sun, 06 Sep 2015 00:56:21 GMT

TITLE: special person
GENRE: fluff, romance, slight angst
RATING: pg-13
LENGTH: 1.2K
SUMMARY: (We often talked about our future in my bed room after studying like we're doing now -- me and Kim Jongin, my boyfriend. Jongin wanted to be the world's best dancer, while I wanted to become -- well, just me. I was not the kind of person with special skills, unlike all my other friends. They all have such great talents.)

In Time

junxouji — Mon, 24 Aug 2015 12:05:27 GMT

TITLE: In Time
GENRE: Fluff, Romance, Omegaverse
RATING: PG-13
LENGTH: 7.3k
SUMMARY:

Kyungsoo just has a really hard time trusting and Jongin is just there to reassure him.

My Purr-fect Christmas

emiliokyungie59 — Mon, 13 Jul 2015 13:48:48 GMT

TITLE: My Purr-fect Christmas

AUTHOR: emiliokyungie59
GENRE: Romance, Fluff, Kittyau!
RATING: PG-13
LENGTH: 8.1k
SUMMARY: (Jongin wants a kitty for Christmas.)

A Gift of Curse (KaiSoo)

ctzxaii — Fri, 09 Jan 2015 15:50:36 GMT

GENRE: AU, NC17, ROMANCE, angst
Pairing: KAISOO (Kai, Kyungsoo)
Author: ctzxaii
Parts: 3 (completed)
WordCount: 11,300+
Warning: suicide, murder

SUMMARY: Other people may trade their souls to live forever, but for Kai, it’s a curse that he has to endure for whole eternity. He has been living for so long. Too long that he is already tired about it. He wants to end it. He wants to stop his immortality until he met Kyungsoo.

hold your breath (it gets better)

ext_2389310 — Thu, 01 Jan 2015 04:17:14 GMT

Originally posted by queenbee_12 at hold your breath (it gets better)

Title: hold your breath (it gets better)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: KrisSoo
Genre: a/b/o, smut, romance
Summary: Three years, they’ve been together, but they’ve never done this.
Warnings: a/b/o, self-lubrication, rimming, light bondage/sensation play

Author’s Note: This is the companion piece to over, sideways, under. Written as a Christmas present for Ash. (There’s probably no one else in the world who could get me to write bottom!Kris.)

Yifan knows he doesn’t really have any reason to be nervous.

This is Kyungsoo. His mate of three years. The love of his life and his reason for day-to-day existence. No one else has ever understood him like Kyungsoo does, and he’s never understood anyone the way he understands Kyungsoo.

He doesn’t have any reason to be nervous. But as he climbs the stairs behind his mate, dragged by a small hand locked in a powerful grip on his wrist, and stares in stupefied lust at the most perfect ass in the world as heady wetness soaks into fabric before his eyes, Yifan finds the nervousness has him trembling so badly he can hardly walk.

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When Yifan met Kyungsoo, at a singles mixer back when he was just barely out of university, it was love at first sight.

There he was, just sitting there. The most beautiful man in the world - or at least, the most beautiful Yifan had ever laid eyes on. Rose petal lips, skin like poured cream, eyes like molten chocolate and a pretty, slight body that made Yifan want to hold him and not let go.

The man Yifan was hanging out with, Jongdae, he’d met a few times at these things and was pretty chill, for an alpha. He looked where Yifan was looking and made a low noise of approval, eyes sliding over both the perfect man and the man with him. “Hello, gorgeous,” he murmured, and oh, did Yifan agree with that assessment. “Should we…?”

In the end, they did approach. And in a room full of people, all in varying stages of drunk and all with sex on their minds, individual scents were hard to catch. But when the beautiful man lifted his head to look at them, and Yifan caught a distinct whiff of sweet, terribly enticing omega, his heart sank.

Because with so many thick-knotted alphas panting after him, how could such an incredible omega ever choose a mild-mannered beta like Yifan?

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Kyungsoo is on him the moment the door locks, yanking at his shirt and leaning up to kiss him, dirty and sloppy. “Oh god,” he moans, a familiar hand dropping down between them to rub roughly at Yifan’s cock. It shocks Yifan, startles his hips into thrusting forward and a moan out of his chest. “I wasn’t expecting it to - fuck. Suck my cock, Yifan, please.”

This is why Yifan loves Kyungsoo more than anyone. Because Kyungsoo knows what he wants, and asks for it, and usually gets it.

And because when Yifan groans and falls to his knees obediently, Kyungsoo doesn’t deride him for letting an omega take him over.

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In an act of extreme bravery, Yifan had slipped Kyungsoo his card as they parted ways after a night of what was apparently strictly platonic drunken snuggling. He’d expected that to be the end of it, right there, but to his surprise he did get a call a few days later.

The date was nothing more than coffee, and the small talk was...more comfortable than usual. Kyungsoo had an air of extremely un-omega-like confidence that immediately put Yifan at ease. For once, Yifan didn’t feel like his date was expecting him to lead the conversation.

It helped that his scent was smooth and intoxicating, clearly muted by suppressant pills but curling gently around Yifan’s brain all the same. Yifan wanted to bury his nose in Kyungsoo’s skin and breathe deep, to fill his lungs with him and roll around in him like a joyful puppy in sun-warmed grass.

He was certain his attraction was painfully, embarrassingly obvious, and he probably wasn’t giving a very good impression of himself. He answered Kyungsoo’s questions about his career, his background, his life with hesitant words borne of dreamy distraction. It wasn’t until Kyungsoo actually snapped his fingers at Yifan that he dragged himself back to reality.

“Look me in the eyes when you’re talking to me,” Kyungsoo ordered.

Yifan did, and found it did help him to focus.

Later, he found out that that was the moment when Kyungsoo decided he was worth a second chance - when he followed an omega’s command without a second thought.

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Kyungsoo fucks into Yifan’s mouth with far more force than usual, deep and rough. But after so many years, Yifan has lots of practice at this, at pulling his lips in to cover his teeth and hollowing his cheeks, at angling his head just right and breathing through his nose so Kyungsoo can push easily down his throat. He looks up through the dyed-blond edges of his hair and admires how wrecked Kyungsoo already looks, flushed and panting and already on the verge of losing control. It’s exciting and it’s terrifying because it usually takes hours and hours of teasing before Kyungsoo comes close to being this gone, and Yifan knows this is only the beginning.

He’s afraid he won’t be able to keep up.

So he paces himself. He does not touch himself at all as Kyungsoo uses his mouth, though Kyungsoo’s overwhelmingly intoxicating scent is so strong and enticing that he thinks he could come from that alone. He tries not to let the pricks of pain in his scalp as Kyungsoo tugs on his hair get to him, tries to let his mate’s unusually urgent and impossibly sexy moans roll off his skin, instead of sinking into his body. In his lap, his ignored cock strains desperately upwards, but Yifan puts his own need out of his mind.

Kyungsoo is an omega in heat, his first heat in ten years. Who knows how much he will need from Yifan, how long this will last? And Yifan is not an alpha, with chiseled muscles and hours of stamina and the knot that Kyungsoo’s omega instincts must be screaming at him to find.

Yifan is just a beta. And Yifan is not certain he will be enough.

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The first time Yifan and Kyungsoo kissed, Yifan tried to take the lead.

Kyungsoo kissed him first, pushing him up against a wall and raising on his toes to press firmly to Yifan’s mouth. It felt like heaven and Yifan wanted nothing more than to melt and let his new boyfriend take him over, but that’s not what omegas liked, that’s not what they wanted. Everyone knew that omegas needed to be controlled, to be dominated, taken care of by someone bigger and stronger and more in control of themselves. Even the ones that protested, the ones that fought back, deep down, they couldn’t win out over their hormones, their instinct to be filled up, claimed, owned.

That’s what Yifan had always been taught. What he’d seen in the media, heard about in music, seen in the relationship of his own parents and the relationships of those around him. So Yifan put strength into wrapping his arms around Kyungsoo’s waist, into pulling him closer and devouring his mouth passionately.

Without a word, without even a sound, Kyungsoo snaked a hand up his back and fisted it into his hair, yanking Yifan’s head back. He was a lot stronger than he looked, and though Yifan could have fought it, was probably big enough and strong enough to force Kyungsoo to let go, he didn’t. He melted, he went limp, the fight leaching from his body even as the pain in his scalp made his cock leap. Kyungsoo kept kissing him, and Yifan passively let him, moving his mouth softly, letting tiny instinctive groans fall from lax lips when Kyungsoo nipped at them.

Kyungsoo released his grip, and Yifan opened his eyes to see pleased eyes and a smile like a shark. “Good boy,” Kyungsoo purred, and the intensity of the thrill the words sparked in him startled Yifan.

He had no idea what this was, what they were doing, why Kyungsoo was unlike any omega he’d ever heard of. But he didn’t try to take the lead again.

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Kyungsoo, usually so tightly controlled, comes helplessly down Yifan’s throat in bare minutes, shuddering and gasping. He’s almost too beautiful to be real.

“Get on the bed,” he bites out, as Yifan swallows come. It tastes different today, sweeter and thicker, heavy with the hormones of Kyungsoo’s heat. Yifan thinks it could become addictive, if he let it.

Yifan stands, and pulls his shirt off in the same motion. It falls from his fingers as Kyungsoo lunges forward, attacking his collarbones with lips and teeth. His aching cock collides with Kyungsoo’s and finds his lover is still fully hard, dragging broken moans from both of them.

Even though Yifan is already backing up towards the bed, Kyungsoo pushes, because he always pushes. The rest of the clothes get lost on the way and when the edge of the mattress hits the backs of Yifan’s knees, he collapses easily, and it’s not clear whether Kyungsoo is pushing him down, or Yifan is pulling Kyungsoo on top of him. Either way, Kyungsoo ends up pressed along his side, bare skin smooth and hotter even than usual, and Yifan has no idea when he grabbed the lube but he’s already slicking his fingers up and pressing two into Yifan’s ass.

“Soo,” he gasps, as his mate expertly and relentlessly strokes him open. “But - I thought -”

He can’t make himself say it. It’s too strange a thing. I thought I would be fucking you.

Because he hasn’t, not ever.

But Soo wants a child, and truthfully Yifan does too, and so, here they are. His mate is off his meds and leaking both physically and hormonally, but still, it’s Yifan on his back with legs spread eagerly.

“We will,” Kyungsoo assures him breathlessly, responding to his unfinished thought. “But first. First. Oh, Yifan, please, I need you.”

Kyungsoo never begs. Kyungsoo asks, because he’s as concerned about Yifan’s pleasure as Yifan is about his, but Kyungsoo never, ever begs.

Yifan pulls him on top and wraps his legs around Kyungsoo’s waist, because how could he refuse?

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They both wanted sex, that much was certain. It was impossible to miss the heaviness in Kyungsoo’s eyes when he trailed them over Yifan’s body, the way he licked his lips when he caught a glimpse of Yifan’s cock hard in his pants. (And around Kyungsoo, Yifan found himself hard a disproportionate amount of the time.)

But they didn’t broach the conversation of how, and it became obvious that they should have when they were naked and sprawled on the bed and there was an awkward struggle over whose thighs should be spreading. Kyungsoo finally held Yifan still with a hand on each knee and looked him in the eye.

“If we’re doing this,” he said, low and serious and straightforward, “then I am going to be inside you. Is that alright?”

Yifan had been fucked by alphas and betas, and had fucked betas and omegas. Not one of them made his insides quake the way just the thought of Kyungsoo fucking him did.

“Yes,” he breathed, and let the resistance seep from his body. “Yes, that’s perfect.”

Kyungsoo’s smile was wide and beautiful. “I’m surprised you didn’t already guess,” he noted as he plucked the lube from Yifan’s fingers and coated his fingers. “Considering what a pushy fucking bastard I am.”

It made Yifan chuckle. “I figured you’d be a power bottom, honestly,” he admitted. “Hold me down and ride me.”

Dark eyes flashed at his words, sharply looking up at him. Their gazes met for a long moment.

“Perhaps someday,” Kyungsoo murmured. That was the last they’d ever spoken of it.

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Kyungsoo is a small man.

Not unusually small, really. Just on the smaller side of average. A bit shorter, slighter, more delicate in build.

It’s an illusion, Yifan knows. Kyungsoo’s muscles are not bulky or sharply defined, but they are strong. His attitude is quiet, but it is fierce. His features are innocent and childlike at rest, but can twist into expressions that make Yifan quake.

And his cock is not very big, just about average really, but on his slim frame it looks sizable, and when he shoves it into Yifan’s barely-prepared body, it feels immense.

“Ohhhhh,” Yifan moans, overloud and gutturally deep. Kyungsoo’s already rutting hard, slamming Yifan into the sheets, not bothering for the slow buildup he usually employs, either the soft words or the sharp, frustrating teasing. And Yifan was not prepared enough for him, but Kyungsoo is not terribly large, and Yifan does this often enough that his body accepts the intrusion with only a fleeting ache, quickly lost in the flood of sensation.

Yifan has long, slim thighs, and Kyungsoo fits perfectly between them, pistoning hard. Yifan enfolds Kyungsoo’s slight frame in his long legs and pulls him closer, encouraging him faster, harder, more more please because he can see that even as desperate as Soo is, he’s trying to hold himself back, for Yifan’s sake.

Yifan doesn’t want Soo to hold back. He wants everything he has and then some.

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The first time they had sex, Kyungsoo drew it out for nearly an hour.

First, with slow, deep fingering, both of them propped up on pillows and Soo curled comfortably into Yifan’s side with his hand down between Yifan’s legs, carefully and skillfully working him open. Then, with Yifan facedown on the bed, the pillow he’d been leaning on now under his shoulders and face, back arched and ass in the air. Kyungsoo had entered him centimeter by centimeter, so excruciatingly slowly that before he was halfway in Yifan was squirming and begging for him to just fucking hurry up, already.

Kyungsoo had halted his squirming with a hand on Yifan’s back, and told him to relax and enjoy it. And Yifan had done so, though it took a bit to get past the heavy need in his cock, past the relentless drag of Kyungsoo’s against his walls as his lover fucked him deep and slow and steady. But Kyungsoo talked him into a state of floating bliss with soft words, murmured praises.

It feels so good, Yifan. You feel so good.

You’re so big and tall, so handsome. A big face, big hands and feet. Your cock, oh, it’s so long, I love looking at it, I love touching it. I love making you hard.

You have this adorable tiny butt and this precious little mouth. Your lips look so good stretched around my cock. Your ass is so tight.

I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.

You’re so beautiful, Yifan.

You’re mine.

And Yifan had come untouched for the first time in his life - but definitely not the last.

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An omega’s heat is a pretty incredible thing, Yifan discovers, when Kyungsoo comes like a freight train and keeps fucking him right through it, sweat dripping and shoulders quivering from the effort of holding himself up. Yifan can see that he’s losing strength, and he’s only two orgasms in, so he tugs Kyungsoo down onto his chest and rolls them both over, still connected.

Kyungsoo resists, but Yifan knows that’s mostly out of habit. “Shhh,” he whispers, and grinds back onto Kyungsoo’s cock, swiveling his hips as best he knows how. Kyungsoo moans like he’s dying and digs his fingers into Yifan’s hips, hanging on with all his strength. “I’ve got you, my love.”

“Yifaaaaan,” Kyungsoo moans. He’s almost whining and it does odd things to Yifan’s stomach to hear it.

He ends up doing the work for Kyungsoo’s third orgasm, fucking himself on Kyungsoo’s impossibly hard cock and carefully angling his body so his prostate stays clear. As he rocks, his own cock stands up nearly vertical from his body, veined and purpling, the hardest he’s been in years. Still, he does not touch himself.

Today, he will not come until he is buried inside Kyungsoo. He whispers this to his mate, and Kyungsoo explodes.

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They had been together for five months when Yifan received an odd text in the middle of the day.

Don’t bring home any work tonight.

That was all it was, and it left Yifan confused and on edge all day. Was Kyungsoo planning something? Was he coming over, maybe bringing dinner?

Turns out, Kyungsoo was, in fact, planning something, and it wasn’t dinner. Yifan walked into his flat and found the furniture pushed aside, leaving a large, open section of plush carpet in the center of the room, and Kyungsoo standing right in the middle of it in extraordinarily normal skinny jeans and a slightly loose button-up. Closing the door, Yifan locked it and quietly asked, “What’s going on?”

Kyungsoo’s smile was knifelike. “Put down your briefcase and take off your shoes,” he murmured, as if Yifan ever did anything else with his first twenty seconds in the house. “And then take off everything else.”

Oh. Wait. That was new. Yifan had his tie off before he even registered what he was doing, and he looked up at Kyungsoo, his question in his eyes. Belatedly, he realized that Kyungsoo’s own eyes were blown out and dark, that his skinny jeans were bulging already and there was a long, long coil of scarlet red rope at his feet.

Yifan’s heartbeat tripled.

And he hadn’t really known Kyungsoo very long, so perhaps it was a very stupid idea, but he did as he was bade, stripping off his work suit, folding it and setting it aside. Naked, he crossed the room, and stopped an arm’s length away from Kyungsoo.

Kyungsoo’s chin tipped up to look at him, and Yifan was struck dumb once again by his beauty. “Yifan,” he asked, “do you trust me?”

The fact that he was asking that set off alarm bells, but Yifan truthfully breathed, “Yes.”

It won him a smile. “Good,” Kyungsoo said. “I want to try something.” He gestured at the floor at his feet. “Kneel.”

Yifan sank to the floor. Kyungsoo bent and picked up an end of the rope, pulling it up from the coil on the floor. An entire, very long section came free, and Yifan realized it wasn’t one piece of rope in the pile, it was several.

He looked up. “Should I be picking a safe word?” he asked, in all seriousness.

Kyungsoo laughed. “If you want,” he said, “but this isn’t a scene. If you tell me to stop, I stop.” He pointed over at the table. “And if it goes really wrong, I have safety shears.” He carefully measured the rope out, pressing the free ends together and sliding down until he found the midpoint of the length. With that looped in his hand, he looked down again. “Still trust me?”

Yifan pressed his wrists together and held them out.

To his surprise, though, Kyungsoo ignored his hands and walked behind him. He heard rather than saw Kyungsoo kneeling, and then warm hands reached around his body, gently tugging his arms behind his back.

“I’m going to lead you with my body more than words, okay?” Kyungsoo murmured in his ear. Yifan shivered, and nodded. “But I need you to tell me if anything hurts, is too tight, or rubs, or if anything starts to feel numb or tingly. You have to tell me immediately, okay?” Soft lips brushed a kiss behind his ear. “I did a lot of research, but this is the first time I’m trying this for real.”

While he was talking, he was settling Yifan’s arms, folded up behind him with one forearm resting on top of the other so that his wrists were stacked in the middle of his back. Yifan felt Kyungsoo pass the looped end of the rope up between his wrists and his body, pull it up some and then loop it over his wrists and pass it up again. He couldn’t see, but if he was keeping track of what was happening now, that resulted in four lengths of rope wrapped around his wrists. He felt Kyungsoo tying off a knot, and frowned, wiggling his wrists experimentally.

“Soo,” he asked, kind of hesitantly. “Isn’t that...too loose? I could slip right out of that.”

Kyungsoo leaned forward again, his words brushing hot against the back of Yifan’s neck. “As if you would even try to get away from me,” he murmured, amused. Yifan flushed. “This isn’t about keeping you from escaping, darling.”

Yifan felt Kyungsoo testing the ropes, arranging them, before gently laying the free end around the outside of Yifan’s shoulder, smoothing it down. He reached around Yifan’s body, guiding the rope around Yifan’s upper chest to wrap back around the opposite shoulder.

“If it’s not about me escaping,” Yifan asked, “then what is it about?”

“Setting you free.” Deft fingers checked the rope all along the length, and then passed another loop around his shoulders. “You’ll see.”

Yifan wasn’t sure about that, but he found it kind of nice, actually, the way Kyungsoo was touching him then. He was extraordinarily gentle, every touch clearly intended to ensure that everything was perfect, nothing was uneven, nothing was too tight or too loose or in the wrong place. The attentive meticulousness of his actions as he knotted the shoulder tie to the back, carefully worked the rope around Yifan’s shoulders without pinching or dragging in any way, and settled everything in place made Yifan feel...almost as if he was being pampered. Cared for.

Kyungsoo stood, coming back around Yifan’s body. He picked up another length of rope and regarded Yifan with a cocked head, then made a small noise of approval and settled again behind his back.

“I’m glad I went with the red,” he said conversationally. Yifan could feel him attach the new length of rope to the old with some kind of a knot, but couldn’t see how. He wasn’t sure why he cared, really. “It looks stunning with your skin tone.” He pressed a kiss between Yifan’s shoulderblades, and Yifan blushed.

Kyungsoo kept working, passing the rope under and over Yifan’s arms, crossing it over his back, tugging in loops and knots. Every step of the way, his fingers blazed the trail on Yifan’s skin, leaving the rope behind like tracks. It was slow going, and after a while Yifan found it easier to let his head drop forward, his posture slump a little. To relax, and let his eyes flutter shut, and just feel.

After a while, what he started to feel was his feet falling asleep. “Soo,” he murmured, surprised at how hoarse his voice sounded with disuse. “Can I sit, instead of kneel?”

“Of course,” Kyungsoo said immediately. He even kept his hands on the outside of Yifan’s shoulders, steadying him as he changed positions, lest his inability to use his arms caused balance issues. Yifan stretched his legs out, and then folded them under him.

“We’re almost done,” Kyungsoo said soothingly, as he reached for another rope. Yifan found that the thought made him...rather disappointed. He liked Kyungsoo touching him like this, overtaking him in such a gentle, but totally complete way. Yifan vaguely knew that this kind of thing could be done whole-body, not just his arms behind his back, and wondered if Kyungsoo would be willing to take the time to learn that, too.

“Done,” Kyungsoo murmured, sitting back. “Ah, that looks beautiful. Like a dragonfly.”

“I wish I could see it,” Yifan murmured. Looking down, all he could see was the red of the ropes wrapped in straight lines across his chest, and beyond that his own cock, half-hard. He hadn’t even realized he was aroused - he was that out of it.

Warm hands traced out patterns on Yifan’s back, patterns he could only assume mirrored the rope. “I’ll take a photo, if you like,” he said. “How do you feel?”

Yifan looked back over his shoulder. “A little bit floaty,” he admitted.

Kyungsoo’s smile was soft, this time. “Good,” Kyungsoo said. “That’s what I was hoping for.”

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Following his third orgasm, Kyungsoo is shaky and weak, more vulnerable than Yifan has ever seen him. He seems like he can barely breathe, and Yifan carefully gets off of him, ignoring the strangeness of no longer being full and the two loads of come dripping out of him in favor of reaching over to the nightstand for Kyungsoo’s water bottle.

Kyungsoo struggles to even sit up, but with Yifan’s help he manages and Yifan helps him drink. Half of the contents are drained before Kyungsoo gasps and collapses back onto the sheets, still trembling softly. His cock is somehow still half-hard, and there’s a different kind of wet stain under where his thighs were, and the smell of him clogs Yifan’s nose and threatens to overwhelm him.

“Are you alright?” Yifan asks, his own voice hoarse from moaning. Kyungsoo nods, but does not verbally reply. “Are you...Is it time for…”

Dampened eyelashes pry apart, and Kyungsoo shoots him a wry smile. “For you to fuck me?” he asks, saying what Yifan cannot. “I...yeah, I think it’s time. The burn has faded somewhat, but…” He squirms, making a face. “I’m not sure I like this feeling,” he admits softly.

Yifan’s heart jolts. “What feeling?” he asks.

“This...need. Needing to be filled. God, I want it so much, but it feels…” He sighs. “I can tell it’s superficial. It’s only the heat.”

Yifan can feel his face compressing. He can’t do this. He can’t fuck Kyungsoo if Kyungsoo doesn’t want him, he -

Unsteady hands bring Yifan’s to Kyungsoo’s face, and Kyungsoo lays a slow kiss over his knuckles. “I can hear you overthinking things,” he murmurs. “Yifan, look at me.”

Yifan does as he is commanded.

“I love you,” Kyungsoo reminds him. “You’re my mate. I’m committed to you, forever. I want a child, I want your child. And I know you will be gentle with me.” He smiles. “Don’t misunderstand me, please. I want you, I want this. I just...am not quite used to the idea, yet.” His fingers are less shaky now, as he guides Yifan’s hand down his own body, past his cock and down where Yifan has rarely been before. Warm slickness meets his fingers and need washes over Yifan in a flood, making his steel-hard cock contract roughly, spitting precome. He groans, embarrassingly loudly, but Kyungsoo is right there with him, that bare touch making him gasp and squirm, his thighs falling open. “Please, Yifan,” he moans.

Yifan nods, and rolls Kyungsoo over, settling him on his knees and elbows. Kyungsoo is too compliant, and it feels wrong to be the one in control like this, it feels taboo. But it is what Kyungsoo has asked of him, and Yifan does his best, tugging the pillow over for Kyungsoo to hang on to, just the way Kyungsoo always does with him.

Then he kneels behind Kyungsoo, takes one perfect asscheek in each hand, spreads, and leans down.

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That first foray into bondage opened up an entire world for Yifan and Kyungsoo.

It became a regular thing. Kyungsoo would text Yifan once, maybe twice a week, and the moment Yifan got home he was stripping, kneeling. It was a different pattern each time, half a dozen different ways of binding the arms, first, then Yifan’s legs, then his entire body. It never hurt, and each one took longer and longer to do, and Yifan became adept at giving himself over, at letting go. It took only a few weeks for Yifan to realize what Kyungsoo had meant about ‘setting him free’; it was Kyungsoo’s way of helping him deal with his high-stress job. Being wrapped in ropes felt like being wrapped in love, Kyungsoo’s love, tender and safe, and though Kyungsoo had not yet explicitly stated that he did love Yifan, Yifan felt it.

Kyungsoo even borrowed a high-end camera from a friend, at one point, and spent an entire weekend knotting Yifan in scarlet a dozen ways and taking pictures of them all. In the end, their favorite was the one where Yifan’s arms were held straight down behind his back in a simple but consuming double-column tie, back to the camera, sitting on one hip with his legs bound similarly and folded delicately to the side. His pose was demure, but the position of the rope and of his body made him look powerful, his shoulders broad and his back muscles bunched, his legs long and the size of his hands highlighted by the rope wrapped over and over around his wrists. They both adored it and Kyungsoo got it printed on gallery-quality canvas for the day they had a home of their own.

That day came sooner than they expected, when the perfect home went up for sale and Yifan found himself signing papers in less than a month, but even with their combined salaries the mortgage was heavy. Jongdae and Baekhyun came to the rescue, paying rent and taking up the two extra bedrooms that Yifan vaguely hoped might someday belong to their children.

Their roommates never found out about the more...unusual aspects of Yifan and Kyungsoo’s relationship. It was obvious, in offhand comments and cheerful teasing, that both of them assumed it was Yifan fucking Kyungsoo, no matter how obviously dominant Kyungsoo was, or how obviously submissive Yifan.

After all, Yifan was a beta, and Kyungsoo was just an omega. That was how it worked.

For some reason, though, living with Baekhyun and Jongdae made Kyungsoo...territorial. And in his own way, he marked his claim on Yifan, by branching out further and further into different kinds of bondage and sensation play.

First, it was a simple blindfold. Then oils, silks, feathers, leather. Ice. Wax. Each new thing was brought to Yifan for inspection, and each time he only had to look into Kyungsoo’s eyes to relax and trust, and not once did Kyungsoo let him down.

And the first time Kyungsoo said the words ‘I love you,’ it was with Yifan bound in red ropes and striped with white wax, and all Yifan could say in response was, ‘I know.’

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When Yifan’s first breath warms Kyungsoo’s leaking hole, Kyungsoo squawks in surprise and squirms weakly, his protests breathless.

“You don’t have to - ”

“I want to,” Yifan says, and tenatively licks over slicked skin.

He’s done this before, but never with Kyungsoo. Certainly, he’s thought about it, but it seems like such a controlling thing, such an exploration of the omega-ness that Kyungsoo has seemed until now determined to ignore, that Yifan has never really wanted to bring it up.

Now, though, he wishes he had, because with the very first touch of his tongue Kyungsoo is moaning an unbroken melody, rocking back towards Yifan’s face. Yifan takes that as encouragement and starts laving long stripes against Kyungsoo’s entrance with the flat of his tongue, teasing at it with flicks of the point and dipping lower to press wet, hot kisses to his perineum.

Kyungsoo tastes incredible, hormones making him sweet, and being buried in his scent is both deeply satisfying and deeply frustrating for Yifan. He can’t help but knead his hands into the delicious firmness of Kyungsoo’s asscheeks and groans loud and deep, vibrating Kyungsoo’s body with it. Kyungsoo cries out, his body releases more fluid, and Yifan dives in, firming his tongue to spear it past the initial ring of muscle.

As in everything else, Kyungsoo is pushy, and he gets his knees under him just enough to be able to grind back onto Yifan’s face. It’s a little suffocating and a lot arousing and Yifan eats Kyungsoo out to his absolute best ability, running his thumbs back and forth along the soft crease between Kyungsoo’s ass and thighs, his back aching from being bent over and his untouched cock trapped between his thighs and his stomach.

When he finally pulls back to get air, Kyungsoo gasps and flips over onto his back. He’s just in time to see Yifan wipe his juices off his face and suck his fingers into his mouth, wanting more of that sweet taste, and he stares in aroused shock.

“Shit, Yifan,” he whimpers. Whimpers. Yifan has never heard him sound so needy. “Fuck me, oh god, please just fucking fuck me.”

His thighs fall open and Yifan collapses between them.

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Some pairs made a big deal out of the transition from lovers to mates, but for Kyungsoo and Yifan, there was no pomp, no ceremony.

Somewhere between the coils of red rope and the black silk of the blindfold and the heat of the white wax, a silent promise was made, a lifetime commitment not voiced until Kyungsoo introduced Yifan at his company party as “my mate.”

Any other man would probably have gotten angry, to have that decision taken from them without talking about it explicitly. But for Yifan, it was perfect. Because he’d made that commitment himself months ago, right when he’d first sank to his knees and let Kyungsoo tie him down without any resistance, without any worry or doubt - and he knew Kyungsoo had known it.

Yifan belonged to Kyungsoo already. And announcing it to a stranger was Kyungsoo’s way of proving that Kyungsoo belonged to Yifan, too.

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Kyungsoo’s so wet, and Yifan is so hard, and it would be so easy, almost too easy, to just drive into him.

Yifan doesn’t feel like this should be easy, though. Yifan feels like this should be momentous. Three years, they’ve been together, but they’ve never done this.

He’s used to having Kyungsoo between his thighs, but the other way around is just as good. They fit together just as well. And when he breathlessly lines himself up, the first traces of wet touch the tip of his cock and fuck, fuck, he just knows he’s going to make a fool of himself.

Yifan had toyed with the idea of picking up a cock ring, but in the end, decided against it. Now, he wishes he had. Instead, though, he wraps his own hand in a vise grip around the base of his cock, as low as he can, and braces himself on only one arm over Kyungsoo as he slowly, carefully pushes inside.

Kyungsoo’s moan of shocked pleasure is utterly, completely filthy. He’s blazing hot inside and so wet that there’s almost no friction at all, just the tight pressure of his walls.

He. feels. incredible.

And Yifan tells him so, in broken, choked-off words. Formless sounds and rocking hips urge him to move, and Kyungsoo’s grip on his shoulders tightens as Yifan drags his cock out and rocks back in, deeper and deeper until the fingers around his base connect with Kyungsoo’s skin.

“Harder,” Kyungsoo begs, his broken tone digging fishhooks under Yifan’s skin. “More, more, please.”

Yifan does his best. It’s been a long time but his body remembers, and he’s not so out of practice that he doesn’t remember the good angles; he pushes one of Kyungsoo’s plush thighs towards his chest and Kyungsoo starts to writhe and sob. His walls are squeezing and fluttering and driving Yifan insane; even with the death grip he has on his own base it’s all he can do not to erupt like a geyser.

But he can’t come yet. Then he’ll be done, spent, and Kyungsoo will be left wanting. And Yifan can’t stand that thought. He has to hold on, until Kyungsoo comes at least once more. He has to.

A small, trembling hand cups Yifan’s jaw.

“Let go, baby,” Kyungsoo gasps, prying his tear-filled eyes open to look Yifan in the face. “Come for me.”

Yifan swallows, and loves Kyungsoo with all his heart, and lets his hand unclamp from the base of his cock. He collapses onto Kyungsoo, his face buried in his mate’s shoulder, and just ruts, fast and hard, slamming the bedframe into the wall on every stroke. Kyungsoo screams, and then he’s coming, he’s coming again, for the fourth time and holy shit Kyungsoo just came untouched and -

Yifan’s world goes white.

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When Kyungsoo first mentioned wanting a child, Yifan had dropped his chopsticks in shock.

Kyungsoo’s smile was self-deprecating. “You don’t believe me.”

“No, I - it’s just that - you - ” Yifan shut his mouth, certain he must have been making an idiot out of himself. “Are you...are you sure? It isn’t just...I don’t know, a stray hormonal urge that you’ll regret later?”

“See, that’s what I thought, too. At first.” Kyungsoo’s smile turned softer. “That was almost two years ago, now, though. And it hasn’t gone away. If anything, it gets stronger, every day.” He sighed, dropping his chin into his hands, and just like the first time he’d laid eyes on Kyungsoo and every day thereafter, Yifan thought he was the most beautiful man in the world.

“A child,” Yifan murmured, testing out the idea in his mind. “Our child.”

“You’d be a great father,” Kyungsoo said. “And I’d be passable.”

He said it like it was a joke, but Yifan looked into his eyes and knew that he believed it, at least in part. “You’d be an incredible father,” he reassured his mate. “And if you’re certain that’s what you want, let’s do it.”

Kyungsoo blinked. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Yifan smiled at him. “I mean, you’re the one who’s going to have to do the hard work. You want a child, we’ll have a child. I’ll be with you the whole way.”

The smile that broke out over Kyungsoo’s face shamed every sunrise the world had yet seen.

Every Day, With You

ext_2389310 — Sun, 19 Oct 2014 13:35:05 GMT

Originally posted by goldintheshadow at Every Day, With You

Title: Every Day, With You

Recipient: mistressphil

Pairing: Kaisoo

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: slight BDSM, heavy on the B and less on the SM. ALSO, MASSIVE FLUFF. DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN'T STAND DOMESTIC EXO BEING RIDICULOUSLY CUTE AND SAPPY. Also also, top!Kyungsoo. Idk if that's something that deserves a warning, but mixing things up scares people for some reason, so...

Summary: Jongin and Kyungsoo are happily married, with three beautiful kids: Sehun, Minseok, and Tao. This weekend is their fifteen-year anniversary, and they've negotiated with Wufan and Yixing to take their kids for two days and one night. When the kids are away...

Wow, okay, this has been a long time coming. I originally started this back in like, May, for the exoforsichuan charity auction to support Sichuan province in China. I was bid on for 15,000 words, and I promised my long-suffering recipient that it would be done by July 4. Yeah...that didn't happen. And now here I am, five months later, finally having finished the first part! Um, merry early Christmas, I guess?

This 10,000 word behemoth is what mistressphil originally requested: domestic BDSM (wut?) KaiSoo with children.

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—Every Day, With You—
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Kyungsoo woke, as usual, to the sound of Jongin’s soft snores to his left. His husband slept flung out over the bed most nights, his hot temperature leading him to kick off the blankets and spread out in order to cool down. It was endearing, and it often made Kyungsoo smile—as long as his own blankets and sleep hadn’t been disturbed.

What was not usual on this particular morning was the sound of attempted stealthy whispering to his right.

“Is appa awake yet?”

“Not yet.”

A little giggle. “Jongin-appa snores so loud.”

“Shh.” Little feet padded across the carpet, and Kyungsoo fought to keep a smile off his face and pretend to be asleep. The edge of the bed dipped, and Kyungsoo snaked out his arms and wrapped them around his sneaky children, rolling them to the center of the bed with a pretend roar and burying them, shrieking in glee, in the comforter.

“What is this!” he cried, digging clever fingers into wriggling sides and inspiring further shouts of excitement. “Sneaking up on your poor sleeping fathers! It’s an outrage!”

“No, appa, no!” the baby, Tao, shouted, face red with the effort. “No tickles!”

“Sneaky little children get all of the tickles!” Kyungsoo cried, and Jongin, awakened from all of the ruckus, joined in, grabbing their middle child, Minseok, and tickling him until the more stoic boy begged for mercy.

They finally settled down, all of their frenetic energy dying to be replaced with snuggly boys. Tao flopped across Kyungsoo’s chest, tiny fist squished up against his cheek as the toddler made little contented sucking noises, and Minseok wriggled his way in between his two fathers, sighing with contentment. Kyungsoo spared a brief pang of wistfulness for his middle son; in a couple of years he’d be hitting that teenage time where any unnecessary interaction with his parents was deeply uncool. He’d miss his snuggly Minseok.

“God, you guys are so loud,” a grumpy voice from the door said, and Kyungsoo looked up to see their eldest, Sehun, rubbing his eyes in the doorway. At fourteen, Sehun was at the height of that stage, but when they were at home he softened, taking care of his little brothers and allowing hugs and kisses—sometimes.

Kyungsoo grinned, and whispered in Tao’s ear.

“What are you doing,” Sehun said, eyeing his father warily. “What. Don’t even think about it, appa—!” He shrieked as Kyungsoo and Tao burst out of the bed, tackling him with war cries and dragging him onto the bed. “No! No! Nooo,” Sehun moaned, shrieking again as Jongin reached a long arm over and dug in just under his ribs, into Sehun’s most ticklish spot. The bed bounced as they all writhed and flailed, finally settling with the covers hopelessly tangled and the five of them panting as though they’d just come out of a wrestling match. “I hate you all,” Sehun said grumpily, clinging to Jongin’s arm and wrapping his legs around Minseok, pinning the younger boy in place.

Tao giggled and smacked a kiss onto Sehun’s cheek, beaming. “Sehunnie-hyung!” he chirped. “We’re going to Uncle Wufan and Uncle Lay’s house today!” He wriggled in excitement, knee accidentally digging into Kyungsoo’s side and his body putting uncomfortable pressure on Kyungsoo’s bladder. Kyungsoo groaned.

“Yes, you are,” he said, “but not for another couple of hours, and now your appa really needs to pee, Taotao, so go snuggle with Sehunnie, okay?”

“Pancakes!” Tao chirped, but slid over to Sehun willingly, flopping half-on and half-off of both of his older brothers. “Can we have pancakes for breakfast, appa?”

“Sure, baby,” Kyungsoo replied, extracting himself from the mess of the bedcovers and giving Jongin a kiss on his way to the bathroom. Jongin smiled, eyes sleepy and heavy-lidded as he cuddled his bedful of kids. “Today’s a special day, so of course we can have pancakes.” He hurries to the bathroom and relieves his bladder, and then returns to his bedroom and chivvies everybody (including his sleepy, lazy husband) out of bed, only getting sidetracked by the cuteness of his boys—all four of them—a couple times. Which is pretty good, judging by the track record of previous weekends.

“Sehun, help your brother get dressed and packed, okay?” Kyungsoo asked, hand firmly gripped in Tao’s chubby one as they headed down the hall to Tao’s and Minseok’s shared room. Jongin heads downstairs to the kitchen to (hopefully) start a pot of tea and pull out the ingredients for pancakes.

Minseok gave a little frown, forehead scrunching cutely. “I can dress myself, appa. I’m ten.”

“Of course, appa forgets sometimes,” Kyungsoo said distractedly, taking the two shirts that Tao shoved in his face. “You can only wear one shirt, Taozi, pick one, okay? But you are going to be gone overnight, so Sehunnie—”

“Yeah, I got it, appa,” Sehun said, hooking an arm around Minseok and pulling him over to his own side of the room. “Shoes, socks, underwear, shirts, pants, squirt,” he told the ten-year-old. “Take a jacket ‘coz appa is a worrywart even though it’s June, and take—”

“Panda!” Tao exclaimed, accidentally bouncing the stuffed animal in question off of Kyungsoo’s head and beaming. “Panda has to come!”

“Of course Panda is coming,” Kyungsoo told his baby, wrestling him into a cute printed T-shirt and a soft hoodie. He tossed several of Tao’s favorite shirts and pants into a large bag and detoured into the bathroom for Tao’s toothbrush before lugging both the bag and Tao, still clutching Panda, down the stairs.

Jongin turned from the kitchen and smiled, sleepy eyes brightening at the sight of his husband. “Hey, baby.” He pressed a kiss to Kyungsoo’s cheek. “Happy Anniversary.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Kyungsoo said, returning the kiss and wrapping his hands around the mug of black tea Jongin had prepared for him. “So, pancake time?”

“Pancakes,” Tao bellowed from where he’d scrambled into a seat at the dining table, whacking poor Panda against the surface in excitement. His cute little hair and eyes could barely be seen above the table edge, and Kyungsoo would bet money that his short legs would be sticking out straight from the seat.

“Go save our son before he falls off and breaks his neck,” Kyungsoo muttered, and Jongin laughed and went over to the table, sweeping Tao up into his arms.

“That’s right, Taotao, pancakes! Do you think we can convince Kyungsoo-appa to put strawberries and blueberries in them?”

Tao gasped, Panda bouncing off of Jongin’s rear. “St’awberries! Please, appa, pleeeaaaze!”

Kyungsoo thought he might die from the cute. Sometimes it still astonished him that he was lucky enough to get not only the handsomest husband in the world, but also the three most beautiful children ever to be born.

“All right,” he said, smiling and dicing frozen strawberries from where he’d already pulled them out of the freezer. He could make pancake batter in his sleep, it felt like sometimes, and soon he was dropping in the quartered strawberries and frozen blueberries right before he began pouring them onto the hot pan.

“Why do you keep them frozen, appa?” Minseok asked solemnly, chin on the counter and little hands gripping the edge as he watched. Sehun tromped into the hallway and dropped both of their bags by the door, muttering about how he was completely underappreciated in this family.

“Because if they’re not frozen when they get cooked, they can make the pancakes really mushy and not cook right,” Kyungsoo replied, dropping a kiss onto the top of Minseok’s head as he put ingredients away. “Do you wanna help me flip them when they’re ready?”

“Yes!” Minseok said, round eyes even rounder with excitement.

Kyungsoo handed him the spatula. “How do I tell when the pancakes are ready to be flipped?”

“When the edges look dry and the bubbles in the center stay popped,” Minseok recited carefully. They’d only made pancakes a few dozen times over the years, and Minseok (and Sehun, because no child of Kyungsoo’s was going to go through life not knowing how to cook) had been helping out since they were old enough to see over the stove.

“I wanna help too,” Tao pouted, squeezing Panda tightly from his spot on Jongin’s lap.

Jongin laughed and bounced him slightly. “When you’re big enough, Taotao.”

“Sehunnie, make the eggs?” Kyungsoo asked, distracted as he pulled out milk and juice and put water on for another pot of tea.

“’Kay,” Sehun said, slouching into the kitchen and taking the carton of eggs from Kyungsoo’s hand. “Move over, Minseokie.”

“I’m watching the pancakes,” Minseok frowned, but he made room at the stove for his older brother. The two of them cooked in relative harmony, Kyungsoo flitting around behind them making sure nothing went too horribly wrong while filling glasses for the family and getting Tao’s sippy cup filled—first with milk, and then later with orange juice (pulp-less, so that the sippy cup didn’t get clogged). Tao giggled and bounced on the table, firmly secured by Jongin’s strong arms, and Jongin stole a kiss every time Kyungsoo whisked past.

“Eggs’re done,” Sehun said, plating the soft pile of scrambled eggs and bringing it to the table. He flopped into his seat as soon as the plate was securely placed and laid his head on his arms, caramel-blond hair falling over his arms onto the table. Tao wriggled down from his daddy’s lap and, clutching Panda in one hand and his sippy cup in the other, trundled over to Sehun.

“Hyung.” He tugged at Sehun’s pant leg. “Hyuuung.” He kicked at Sehun’s ankle, missing half of the time. “Hyuung, I wanna sit on your laaap.”

“Don’t kick me, brat,” Sehun grumbled, flopping out a long arm and pinning Tao against him, face smooshed into his leg.

“Hyung,” Tao said, his muffled voice as exasperated as only a toddler can be, “lemme up. I wanna sit on your laaap.”

“Sehunnie, don’t tease your brother,” Kyungsoo said absently, helping Minseok plate the last of the pancakes—some blueberry, some strawberry, and some plain. “Jongin, can you grab the butter and syrup?”

“Sure, babe,” Jongin replied, standing and tugging playfully at Sehun’s hair as he went to do his husband’s bidding.

“What if he’s annoying me,” Sehun scowled, swatting at his father and running his hand through his hair with a huff. Even as he said it, his arm curled around Tao’s little body and lifted him with a soft grunt, perching him on Sehun’s skinny leg and tucking the toddler firmly against his torso so that he didn’t fall off. Tao beamed, squeezing Panda tightly and accidentally whacking his sippy cup against the table a couple times (thankfully the screw-on lid stayed tight).

Kyungsoo smiled at the sight as he approached the table, taking his seat next to his two sons and leaning over to give Tao a kiss on the cheek. “You gonna sit on your Sehun-hyung’s lap while you eat breakfast, Taotao, or do you want your own seat?”

“I’m gonna sit on Sehun-hyung!” Tao declared, accidentally sending one of Panda’s legs into Sehun’s face in his excitement. Sehun blew the false fur out of his mouth and tugged at the stuffed animal gently.

“’Kay, but no stuffed animals at mealtime, Taozi, you know that.”

Tao pouted, but allowed his older brother to put Panda on the kitchen counter, instead getting distracted by the pancakes and eggs and demanding that his fathers serve him. Jongin did so with an indulgent smile, forking a strawberry pancake onto Tao’s plate and heaping a small pile of eggs next to it. Tao only got a little bit of syrup—no one wanted to deal with that sugar rush—and Sehun cut the pancake up into small pieces for the toddler before receiving his own plate from Kyungsoo.

Breakfast was pretty normal bedlam; three boys under the age of sixteen certainly made for noisy meals. Kyungsoo ate quickly and then went to check his boys’ bags, not trusting them to not pack ten videogames and no underwear. Excitement for the anniversary weekend that he and Jongin were going to have began to overtake him, hurrying his movements and making his voice brighter, quicker than usual. Jongin cast him a knowing, excited grin as he too hustled the boys into getting ready to go.

Wufan and Yixing were, as always, late, but Kyungsoo hadn’t given them an exact time to arrive, so he didn’t mind. When their SUV pulled up out front he heard several bellows of excitement and what sounded like a herd of buffalos go stampeding down the stairs, and assumed that his best friends had brought their own children—an excellent strategic maneuver.

By the time Kyungsoo and Jongin reached the door, their boys were already rolling around on the lawn, shouts of excitement drifting up into the clear blue sky.

Wufan and Yixing’s eldest, Joonmyun, was Minseok’s best friend and the same age. The two were almost inseparable and got into way more things than Kyungsoo had ever gotten into when he was that age, he was sure. The two of them were crouched on the ground by the edge of the lawn, poking at something in the dirt at the flowerbed and giggling to each other.

Luhan, Wufan and Yixing’s second child, was five, and would possibly grow up to be an evil genius if he ever stopped following Minseok around like a puppy. Tao loved Luhan, and when Joonmyun and Minseok would wander around the house and garden doing whatever it was that they did, sometimes they’d acquire a little duckling trail with Luhan and then Tao following them. Kyungsoo had pictures as proof that such adorableness existed in the world.

“Hey,” a deep voice said, and Wufan and Yixing walked up the path, smiles on both handsome faces. “Congrats on your anniversary,” Wufan said, giving Kyungsoo a hug and then pulling back to wrap Jongin in one as well. “Fifteen years, huh?”

“Yeah,” Jongin said, silly grin on his face as he wrapped an arm around Kyungsoo. “Fifteen years next Monday.” Kyungsoo smiled and leaned into his taller husband’s embrace.

Jongin and Kyungsoo didn’t generally celebrate the anniversary of their wedding; instead they celebrated the anniversary of their relationship, when Kyungsoo had finally gotten fed up with the tentative circling around each other and told Jongin that if he wanted to be serious, then great, but otherwise Kyungsoo wasn’t going to see him anymore.

Jongin had said yes, obviously. Kyungsoo smiled at the memory.

“All right,” Wufan said, breaking through Kyungsoo’s thoughts. “We’ll get the kids out of your hair. We’ll get them home late Sunday night, so go crazy until then.” He winked one lazy eye at the couple on the porch before turning, a tall angular force to be reckoned with as he gathered up all of the kids and chivvied them into the van.

Yixing smiled, scooping up a couple of the kids’ bags. “Don’t worry about your kids this weekend. This is just you time, okay? They’ll be fine.”

Jongin and Kyungsoo agreed with grins, helping to load up the car and giving all of their children kisses (even Sehun). They watched as the full van pulled away from the curb, the kids already arguing over what music to listen to as it went.

Kyungsoo wrapped his arms around Jongin as they watched the van turn the corner. “You’re all mine, now,” he murmured.

Jongin turned in his arms and looped his own around Kyungsoo’s neck, kissing his lips softly. “I’ve been yours for years.”

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“Fuck,” Jongin gasped, cock spurting a last few times over Kyungsoo’s stomach before collapsing over his chest, Kyungsoo’s softening cock slipping out of his ass with a wet, obscene squelch. “Fuck, Kyungsoo, it has been way too long.”

“Mmm.” Kyungsoo, panting just as hard as his husband, ran a hand up Jongin’s sweaty back and curled his fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. “God, that’s good.”

“Nnn.” They lay there together until their breath slowed and their bodies cooled too much to be comfortable. Finally Jongin groaned and rolled to the side. “Kyungsoo, get a washcloth?”

Kyungsoo flopped a hand out, catching his husband’s hip in a light slap. “Get it yourself, you’re younger than I am.” He sighed out a long breath. “Now I remember why we don’t do this as often.”

Jongin tilted his head so that he could see Kyungsoo out of one lazy eye. He grinned into the comforter. “You mean, besides the three nosy children who sometimes creep into our bed at night?”

Kyungsoo gave him an amused look. “Brat. Yes, besides that.” He groaned and finally levered himself off of the bed, grimacing at the half-sticky, half-dried mess on his stomach and legs. “Oof. Sex marathons are not as easy as they were when we were in our twenties.”

Jongin rolled off the bed as well, wrapping himself in a blanket and shuffling after his husband into the bathroom, leaning a sex-rumpled head against Kyungsoo’s shoulder as they waited for the bath to fill. “Calling yourself old, gramps?”

Kyungsoo wrapped an arm around Jongin. “Calling us old, father of three children.”

“Mm.” Jongin stretched and yawned. “Let’s take a bath, and I’ll change the sheets if you make food?”

Kyungsoo smiled fondly and kissed Jongin’s cheek, turning the water in the tub off. “Deal.”

—

Jongin stopped in the doorway of the kitchen, smiling automatically at the sight of his husband in an apron, stirring something on the stove. Kyungsoo had thrown on some sweatpants after their bath but hadn’t bothered with a shirt, the bare skin of his back only interrupted by the strings of the apron. It was, Jongin knew, the pink ruffled apron their boys had chipped in to buy for their dad, the one that said ‘Kiss the Cook’ across the front. Tao and Minseok used it as an excuse to kiss Kyungsoo whenever he was in the kitchen. Kyungsoo grumbled about it and claimed that he only wore it for the kids, but Jongin knew better; Kyungsoo wore it every time he cooked, no matter if the kids were around or not.

“Hey handsome,” Jongin said, slipping his arms around Kyungsoo’ waist from behind, sending them under the apron and along the bare skin of Kyungsoo’s stomach. He dropped a kiss on Kyungsoo’s shoulder before resting his chin on it. “Kimchi jjigae?”

Kyungsoo nodded with a hum, adding some bok choy to the pot and stirring. “We had some mandu left over from the other night, so I popped those in too.”

Jongin kissed up the side of Kyungsoo’s neck to his jaw. “My resourceful husband.”

Kyungsoo laughed and scrunched up his shoulder. “Jongin, that tickles.” He turned around and gave Jongin a real kiss, murmuring happily and getting a little distracted as Jongin pulled their hips in close. Jongin vaguely heard the cooking chopsticks clatter to the stovetop as he pressed Kyungsoo up against the counter, rubbing his thumbs along the soft skin at the shorter man’s hips.

They kissed for a while, long enough for Jongin’s cock to become interested in the proceedings again and for him to start rubbing it against Kyungsoo’s hip. He was all prepared for some dirty kitchen sex when a hissing sound reached their ears.

“Oh fuck!” Kyungsoo gasped, shoving Jongin away and whipping back to the stove, where his jjigae was boiling over and sending angry clouds of smoke into the air. He turned it off quickly and flapped a dishtowel, clearing the smoke. “Damn it, Jongin!”

Jongin pouted, leaning against the kitchen table. “What, it’s not like it was all my fault.”

Kyungsoo turned and glared at him. “Dinner’s ruined.”

Jongin gulped and shifted, now a little nervous. He knew, after many years of painful lessons, how much Kyungsoo hated wasting food.

“Jongin,” Kyungsoo said, a glint in his eyes. “Go to the bedroom.”

Jongin beat a hasty retreat, breath short in his lungs, and heard Kyungsoo follow him. Not knowing what to expect, Jongin turned in the middle of their room to see Kyungsoo standing in the doorway, face unreadable. “Baby—”

“Don’t talk,” Kyungsoo said, undoing the ties of his apron. “On the bed, on your stomach.”

Stomach clenching with nervousness and excitement (they hadn’t played like this in a long time), Jongin did as he was told—belly down, arms to his side, head facing away from the door. The room was still for a long moment, but due to his steadily rising nerves he didn’t look around, opting instead to clench his hands into the comforter and wait for his husband’s next move.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Kyungsoo entered the room and approached the bed. Jongin’s back tightened up and he held his breath. The option of not following Kyungsoo’s orders had never really crossed his mind—it was natural for him to do as he said, no matter how equal they made sure to appear in front of their kids. And now, with a half-hard cock beginning to dig into the mattress and a silent Kyungsoo standing over him, he would do whatever his sweet husband wanted.

Jongin didn’t even hear him coming—all of a sudden Kyungsoo was straddling Jongin’s back, forcing the air out of him in a surprised rush. He gripped the waistband of Jongin’s sweatpants and began to pull them down. Whoa.

Jongin squirmed, trying to help, but Kyungsoo squeezed his legs together even tighter, pinning Jongin’s arms against his sides. The squirming actually worked to his advantage, as it enabled Kyungsoo to get his sweats around his knees very quickly. “Kyungsoo,” Jongin started nervously, “what—”

He broke off and squealed in surprise as a hand cracked down sharply across his ass.

“Kyungsoo!”

Kyungsoo didn’t respond, instead sending his hand down to smack against Jongin’s firm bottom again. It wasn’t bare skin, Jongin realized as he began wriggling again, trying to get free, to no success whatsoever. Kyungsoo had put on gloves at some point—probably that long pause before he came in—and was now cracking the soft leather against his skin, raising red handprints on Jongin’s soft behind.

“Ah!” Jongin cried again as the hand came down a third time, setting a steady rhythm against the quickly reddening cheeks of his ass. He wriggled a little, unsure of what to do, and Kyungsoo gripped one of his asscheeks firmly in one hand, shifting his weight to hold Jongin even more firmly to the bed. If he really wanted to, Jongin could probably buck his husband off and get away. That was the last thing on his mind. Would Kyungsoo take this all the way…?

Kyungsoo encouraged that belief by spreading Jongin’s asscheeks apart, continuing to spank him intermittently with one hand while moving the other down the younger man’s cleft until one leather-clad finger came to rest against Jongin’s tight asshole.

“Oh,” Jongin breathed, wriggling his ass and trying to push it up into Kyungsoo’s hands. He received a sharp swat for his trouble and a brief irritated noise, before both hands came up and spread his ass apart. One index finger traced circles around the rim, occasionally pushing gently at the center. Jongin held his breath, hoping hoping hoping that Kyungsoo would push his finger all the way in. Please, please, please, please, please…

With a little bit of added pressure, the very tip of Kyungsoo’s finger slipped into Jongin’s ass. With a gasp, Jongin clenched around it, inadvertently drawing it a little deeper. The unlubed leather stung a little, but Jongin had just had Kyungsoo’s cock up there not that long ago, and he was still pretty relaxed and loose.

“Kyungsoo, more please,” he whimpered, pressing his bottom up further in supplication. “Please, more.”

“Does it feel good, Jongin?” Kyungsoo asked, slowly moving his finger in and out. “Tell me how it feels.”

He wants me to talk dirty, Jongin realized with a jolt. It wasn’t really something they did regularly; most of the time they had to be quiet and not wake the kids, or were just in such a hurry that everything else was left by the wayside.

“It feels so good, baby,” Jongin gasped, only half concentrated on whatever he forced to spill out of his mouth. “Your finger’s so long—nn—please, baby, add another! C’mon, fuck me with your fingers, do it harder—” he cut off with a strangled moan as Kyungsoo did as he asked, forcing a second dry finger into his unprepared hole. "Fuck!"

Kyungsoo didn't say anything, just forced the fingers in harder and shifted his weight slightly, pushing the air from his husband’s chest again. Jongin bit the pillow underneath his face to keep from moaning like a thousand-won whore, but it wasn't working too well—and then the pillow was ripped out of his mouth.

"I want to hear you," Kyungsoo said, voice on edge and nearly strained, spanking his ass sharply in punishment. "Don't cover your mouth again." He turned around on Jongin’s back to grab at his upper arms and yank them around and above the younger man's head, pinning them to the bed at the wrists. Holding both in one hand, Kyungsoo began wrapping some sort of cloth around them. Jongin craned his head up and caught a glimpse of pink, and he felt his heart leap up somewhere in his throat. Kyungsoo was tying his wrists to the headboard with his apron.

“Kyungsoo!”

“Problem?”

Jongin hesitated. It was going to get stretched out…but he could always buy him another one. “No.”

“Good.” Kyungsoo gave the apron a quick yank, testing its strength, and then moved down to tie Jongin’s legs. The first touch of leather surprised him, and Jongin tried to twist his head to look down at his feet. Although he couldn’t see what Kyungsoo was doing from this angle, he didn’t need to. Jongin could both feel and hear the leather of the belts he’d left lying on the floor this morning tightening and clicking into place around his ankles and the bedposts.

“Kyungsoo,” he said nervously. “I don't think…”

A swat to his already heated and sore bottom silenced him. “Good. Don’t think, Jongin, and tell me what you want me to do next.”

Jongin’s breath hitched, and he wriggled his bottom a little anxiously. What he wanted…felt kind of shameful. As if knowing this, Kyungsoo’s hands came up and caressed the red flesh soothingly, gripping and massaging them gently. “What do you want, Jongin?”

“Um,” he said quietly, “will you please spank me again? And then please fuck me, please, please stick your fingers up my ass again, it felt so good and I want you to fuck me again—” he was babbling now, and he bit down hard on his lower lip in order to stop himself.

“Tilt your ass up,” Kyungsoo ordered quietly, sliding one hand underneath Jongin’s hips to help. When Jongin had finally gotten his hips up as far as they would go—thighs burning with the effort and his ankles throbbing painfully in their leather ties—Kyungsoo withdrew his hand, and Jongin heard the distinct snap of a bottle lid. He wanted to ask, but bit his lip and remained silent.

He gasped at the first touch of a lubed finger to his hole, but quickly bit the sound back as Kyungsoo pressed it in. The stretch made the red, stinging cheeks of his ass burn slightly, and he wriggled a little, trying to ease it, but all that earned him was a harsh slap. He whined, stilling obediently.

“Good boy,” Kyungsoo murmured, and pressed two fingers in to the base. As Jongin was gasping, trying to adjust to the feeling of being stuffed so abruptly full, Kyungsoo brought his free hand around and began rhythmically spanking him.

“Ah, fuck!” Jongin cried out, instantly overwhelmed by the feeling of being spanked with his ass full. Kyungsoo didn’t let up, spanking him steadily while finger-fucking him with the other hand. Jongin screamed and writhed under his husband’s relentless assault, unable to move far in his bindings.

Kyungsoo pressed a third finger in, stretching Jongin’s asshole farther, and Jongin half-collapsed onto the bed, the bindings the only thing holding him up. He moaned, eyes half-closed as his body tried to catalogue all of the new sensations. “Kyungsoo…”

Kyungsoo pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the bed. Jongin heard the slick sound of his cock being lubed up, and then felt the soft head press against his hole, slowly pressing in. Kyungsoo set a punishing pace from the beginning, digging deep into Jongin’s body and not stopping. Jongin’s voice went hoarse from screaming, his exhausted body incapable of doing anything other than lying there and taking Kyungsoo’s cock submissively.

“Kyungsoo, oh fuck,” Jongin panted as he felt his orgasm approaching, “I’m gonna come, oh fuck I’m gonna come so hard—” his eyes squeezed shut and his throat let out one last hoarse scream, body bucking wildly on the bed as he came so hard he blacked out for a minute.

He came to to find his hands free, Kyungsoo’s fingers loosening the belts at his ankles. His stomach felt clean and a little damp underneath him, clearly already wiped off by his thoughtful husband. “Kyungsoo?” he mumbled, muscles trembling in exhaustion.

“Shh.”

Kyungsoo dropped a kiss on his shoulder, massaging his arms as he brought them down. Jongin groaned as he rolled onto his side and gestured limply. “Come snuggle me. You tossed th’ condom?”

“Already done,” Kyungsoo said quietly, sliding into bed and curling into his husband. “We certainly haven’t done that in a while.”

Jongin smiled sleepily. “Kids don’t really lend themselves to spankings and screaming, do they.”

Kyungsoo kissed his forehead. “No they don’t. Sleep, ‘kay? I’ll wake you up in a couple hours.”

—

Familiar lips were kissing down his spine. Jongin arched and hummed, keeping his eyes closed as Kyungsoo made his way down to his still-warm ass cheeks and paused there, lipping the skin gently. “Jongin?”

“Mmm?” Jongin replied, too lazy for words. His cock was taking an interest in the proceedings, however, which meant that his brain would be on board soon as well. It must be morning, he thought fuzzily. They’d gotten up late last night and eaten slightly burnt kimchi jjigae, then tumbled back into bed and passed out. He could feel the sun coming through their windows, which meant they’d slept the night through and it was early Sunday morning.

“Wanna do something different again. You okay with that?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” Jongin said, eyes opening as he took a much more immediate interest in his husband’s actions.

“I haven’t done this in a while,” Kyungsoo said, manhandling Jongin onto his stomach and kissing along Jongin’s shoulder blades. “So don’t make fun of me if I’m a little rusty, okay?” Jongin could feel Kyungsoo moving down his body again, the kisses trailing lower, down his spine, into the dip of his back, a teasing bite at the top of his sensitive ass. Kyungsoo’s hands gave Jongin’s ass a few leisurely, gentle gropes before Kyungsoo held him open and licked.

“Oh shit!” Jongin arched up in bed, eyes wide. They really hadn’t done this in a while, like, ‘since college’ a while. Jongin couldn’t remember why, though, because he’d completely forgotten how much he liked being rimmed. Or maybe it was just Kyungsoo’s hands, his clever tongue steadily taking Jongin apart, leaving him groaning nonsense into their pillows. He didn’t know if he wanted Kyungsoo to stop teasing or tease him more, because Kyungsoo pushed his tongue in and it was so close to what Jongin wanted, but not deep enough, not quite big enough, and he nearly whined in frustration, and then Kyungsoo just licked him some more, tongue fluttering over Jongin’s hole while Jongin gasped and moaned and tried to rock his hips in Kyungsoo’s firm grip, failing utterly.

“Like this, made for this,” Kyungsoo said, voice rough and low. “Like—" he thrust his tongue into Jongin’s ass again, and Jongin almost sobbed with how good it was.

“More,” Jongin moaned, and Kyungsoo fucked him with his tongue until Jongin was shaking in his hands.

Jongin felt like he was dying, a little bit, in the best way possible—Kyungsoo was relentless and showed no signs of stopping, which was both amazing and awful. And despite how unbelievably good it felt, it wasn’t what Jongin really wanted, what he needed, so he pleaded, “Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo, I need—you have to—" but his words failed him.

“You’re not ready yet, Jongin,” Kyungsoo said, pressing a kiss against the trembling muscles of Jongin’s thigh.

Jongin laughed, a little manically. “I’ve been ready,” he protested.

“Then I’m not finished,” Kyungsoo said firmly, and Jongin heard the click of the cap on the lube and he was going to die.

Being fingered was better in some ways, closer to what he wanted, but even when Kyungsoo added a third finger, having carefully worked him through one, then two, it wasn’t enough, and Jongin was actually gasping, begging for Kyungsoo to fuck him.

“So good, so good,” Kyungsoo murmured, stroking his free hand over Jongin’s side, just firm enough not to tickle. It was almost unfair how well he knew Jongin’s body, knew what he liked, how he liked it, and exactly how far he could keep pushing Jongin, even further than Jongin thought he could be pushed, or would like to be.

Jongin actually cried out when Kyungsoo slipped his fingers out, trying to brace himself on his hands as he turned over. Kyungsoo wrapped a hand around Jongin’s hip, squeezing gently and keeping him in place.

“If you ask me if I’m ready, I swear—" Jongin gritted out, and he lost the rest of his sentence in a moan as Kyungsoo laughed and finally pushed in, so slowly that Jongin felt like he’d lost his grip on time, because it stretched on forever, the feeling of being full, being satisfied and yet wanting more, deeper, until Kyungsoo stopped, both hands on Jongin’s hips now. Jongin could hear him breathing harshly.

“Jongin,” Kyungsoo breathed out, sounding desperate and a little victorious, thumbs stroking against Jongin’s hipbones. “I have to—"

“Anything,” Jongin said, not even pausing to think about it.

Kyungsoo groaned and started fucking Jongin in earnest, just long, smooth strokes as deep as he can make them, and Jongin let his head drop as he pushed back into it as best he could, working his hips into it to meet Kyungsoo every time, to get just that much more of him. Kyungsoo was muttering something, low and fervent, just a stream of words that Jongin couldn’t quite hear. He suspected that it was something like the litany of “oh my God, oh my fucking God” on repeat in his own head, that Jongin couldn’t even manage to get out because he was just trying to breathe.

“Let me,” Kyungsoo bit out, sliding his hand around Jongin’s hip and reaching for Jongin’s cock, but Jongin shook his head frantically.

“No, just, harder, please. Please, Kyungsoo,” Jongin begged, too wrung out to hold himself up on one arm and so letting his weight rest on his shoulder, pushing himself down into the mattress, freeing up a hand so he could touch himself.

Kyungsoo let out a strangled moan and the angle change sank him even deeper into Jongin—the pounding of his hips into Jongin’s ass sounded obscene, the only other sound their panting breathing, strangely in sync. But Jongin couldn’t stay quiet, his hand fast on his cock, Kyungsoo fucking into him hard and perfect and he just sobbed out Kyungsoo’s name before coming, Kyungsoo fucking him through it.

Jongin lay face down in the mattress, his elbows barely keeping him up as Kyungsoo’s hips stuttered and slowed, coming back to himself, registering the delicious ache in his thighs, his stomach, his arms. It felt like the dizzy euphoria after a long run or a hard dance performance (back when he still had time for that), and Jongin could feel himself shaking, just a little, the tension giving in his body as he collapsed to the bed. Kyungsoo slumped on top of him, unmoving, even if Jongin could feel Kyungsoo breathing hard against his back.

He felt absolutely boneless, content to take Kyungsoo’s weight and drowse in the feeling of being absolutely well fucked. Kyungsoo eventually nuzzled at Jongin’s neck and moved to get up, and Jongin couldn’t help but let out a long whine as Kyungsoo pulled out.

“Jongin,” Kyungsoo groaned, like Jongin was doing it to hurt him, when he wasn’t the one moving when no one asked him to.

He shivered when Kyungsoo got off of him entirely, heading for the bathroom. “Come back,” he said, probably a little petulantly, but even if he had the energy to reach down for the blankets, that was no substitute for Kyungsoo draped over him.

Kyungsoo returned a displeasing amount of time later—Jongin counted any amount of time apart as displeasing—but he came bearing a warm washcloth and cleaned Jongin up gently, Jongin shuddering at the feel of terrycloth on sensitive skin. Kyungsoo said things that sounded sweet, but Jongin understood none of them, could only go by the touch of Kyungsoo’s fingers and the way Kyungsoo pulled him close when he was finished, like Jongin was completely irreplaceable. And when he shivered in the chill air in the room, Kyungsoo just hauled up the blankets from the foot of the bed and tucked them both in, one hand rubbing Jongin’s arm before curling protectively across his chest.

“Kyungsoo,” Jongin said in a sigh. Kyungsoo just nuzzled the crown of his head, and Jongin slid off to sleep as easy as breathing.

—

Jongin woke up and wasn’t really sure why; he was perfectly content, probably related to the fact that Kyungsoo had tangled them up even further in their sleep. Then the phone rang again and Jongin realized what it was that woke him up, the only sound in the room until Kyungsoo muttered something fondly annoyed-sounding and—got up.

Jongin wasn’t really at a vocal place yet, in terms of actually being awake, so he mostly just gave a grumbled, wordless protest at the situation. He managed to blink his eyes open to Kyungsoo tucking the blankets back around him tightly, trapping all the residual heat—considerate, even if it wasn’t as good.

“Probably Wufan checking in,” Kyungsoo said, voice scratchy and morning-rusty. Jongin loved it and was that much more unhappy about Kyungsoo moving anywhere but closer. “Back soon.”

Jongin’s nose wrinkled involuntarily. “Quick,” he insisted, his voice sounding a little more froggy instead of attractive, like Kyungsoo. But it must have done something for his husband, because his expression went even softer and he leaned in to kiss Jongin on his cheek, then his forehead.

“Keep the bed warm for me,” he said with one last kiss, a sweet brush of his lips against Jongin’s and Jongin tried to lean up into it, but Kyungsoo was already reluctantly pulling away.

Jongin tried to watch Kyungsoo pull on a pair of boxers and a beaten up sweatshirt that was probably his, but his eyelids kept slipping shut against his will. He dozed until the bed dipped behind him and the covers shifted, and he gasped when something cold touched his neck.

“Sorry, sorry,” Kyungsoo said, kissing Jongin’s neck in apology for his cold nose. Jongin sighed and snuggled back against Kyungsoo, who made a pleased noise in return. He wrapped one arm around Jongin’s middle and then it was perfect, all sleepy-warmth and wrapped up in Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo’s hands idly stroked Jongin’s skin, just a gentle counterpoint until Kyungsoo started to kiss the back of Jongin’s neck and his fingertips brushed over Jongin’s stomach.

Jongin rolled over to face Kyungsoo, and he blinked a little in the early morning light and rubbed his eyes, earning him a soft smile. “Morning,” Jongin said, his voice low and rough from sleep, and probably also—well.

Kyungsoo rubbed his nose against Jongin’s, which made Jongin smile back, and then pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Sleepy?” Kyungsoo asked.

Jongin hummed and pulled himself even closer, aiming for the smooth expanse of Kyungsoo’s back under his hand, and he traced his fingers down Kyungsoo’s spine. “Not so sleepy,” he allowed.

Kyungsoo’s hands stopped wandering and started moving more purposefully, and Jongin gasped when Kyungsoo stroked the back of his thigh, just skirting his ass before resting on Jongin’s hip for a moment. “Time to make breakfast?” Kyungsoo said hopefully.

“Now?” Jongin said plaintively.

Kyungsoo laughed and replied, “Later,” and then his fingers brushed down Jongin’s stomach and wrapped around his cock. “Too bad we cleaned up last night,” he said.

It took Jongin a few seconds to figure out why, and then he said, “I’d probably be all sticky, not—just get out the lube.”

“Bossy,” Kyungsoo said admiringly, and fished the lube out from under a pillow. Kyungsoo hissed when he slicked himself up, but his hand had warmed up the lube when he took Jongin’s cock in hand again. As good as it felt, Jongin wasn’t just going to lay back—he wanted to touch as much of Kyungsoo as he could, and Kyungsoo groaned when Jongin gripped him just the way he liked it.

The feeling of being completely wrapped up in Kyungsoo was satisfying on its own, but it was even better with Kyungsoo kissing Jongin’s neck, hand sliding smoothly over Jongin’s cock, murmuring things that might be in Korean, but could be English for all Jongin knows. His brain wasn’t really functioning at a level beyond “more” and “now.” Some of that must have come across, because Kyungsoo traced a hand back to tease, his thumb slipping over Jongin’s hole.

“Yes,” Jongin said, because he knew Kyungsoo’s fingers were as good as they looked, and he couldn’t summon up any embarrassment about his eagerness.

Kyungsoo groaned, mouth open and hot against Jongin’s neck, hands stilling before biting down, and Jongin gasped and tilted his head so Kyungsoo could give him more of what he wanted. “Jongin,” Kyungsoo said, nearly a moan.

Jongin pushed back insistently on Kyungsoo’s fingers and could feel Kyungsoo suck in a sharp breath, and it wasn’t like Jongin really stopped jerking Kyungsoo off, so it must have been something else that was turning Kyungsoo’s crank. He wasn’t entirely sure, but he thought it was worth a try. “I want it,” he told Kyungsoo, and Kyungsoo shuddered and pushed one slick finger in.

He was still jerking Kyungsoo off, slow and steady, and Kyungsoo was so hard in his hand, and it seemed like it was good for both of them, so Jongin said, “More, I can take it—I had all this last night,” and he tightened his grip around Kyungsoo’s cock for emphasis.

It got him two fingers and Kyungsoo groaning something unintelligible, and then Kyungsoo crooked his fingers just right and Jongin keened. “Give—everything, anything you want,” Kyungsoo said, and Jongin wasn’t the only one with good plans, because Kyungsoo gentled his grip and rubbed his thumb under the head of Jongin’s cock while giving Jongin three fingers now. Jongin was slacking off because he couldn’t think anymore, he could only pant and thrash a little in Kyungsoo’s arms.

Kyungsoo seemed just as determined as the night before to completely wreck Jongin before coming himself and Jongin wanted to keep up, but Kyungsoo was angling his fingers perfectly and was just relentless, working Jongin hard until he was gasping, too tense to move other than huge, hitching breaths that didn’t do anything to stop him from being on the edge of coming. He wanted to hold out, wanted to make it last so badly, but Kyungsoo was whispering in his ear, telling Jongin to come all over them both, and Jongin couldn’t hold out against that. And anyway, he wanted to give Kyungsoo what he wants, too. So Jongin let himself shake apart in Kyungsoo's arms, coming all over Kyungsoo's hand.

He felt wrung out, absolutely wrecked, but when Kyungsoo offered Jongin a come-slick fingertip, Jongin didn't hesitate, just sucked Kyungsoo's finger down. He kept his eyes on Kyungsoo's while he bobbed his head a few times, getting every last drop, and Kyungsoo took a shaky, shuddering breath. He pulled his fingers out of Jongin's mouth only to drag them against the come on Jongin’s stomach and offer them to Jongin once more, and this time Jongin moaned around Kyungsoo's fingers while he sucked them clean.

When Kyungsoo took his fingers away, Jongin started to jerk him off again. He pushed up into Jongin's hand—oh fuck—thrusting his fingers into Jongin. “Too much?” Kyungsoo asked.

Jongin just moaned because he was so sensitive but it was still so good. “You could fuck me,” he said, less of an offer and more of a plea.

Kyungsoo groaned and came over Jongin’s fist.

They both lay there quietly, catching their breath, before Kyungsoo went to pull his fingers out, and Jongin couldn’t help but make a protesting noise.

“You want more?” Kyungsoo murmured, his voice gone gravelly and rough from exertion. “Not enough?”

Jongin basically never wanted to leave this bed, breakfast and refractory periods be damned. “Mm,” he said, rolling his hips back into Kyungsoo’s hand.

“Let me make you breakfast,” Kyungsoo said softly, nuzzling Jongin’s sweat-matted hair. “Then after—" he slid his fingers in deep again.

“Oh,” Jongin sighed. “Well, when you put it like that.”

Kyungsoo took every opportunity to kiss Jongin when he passed the stove on his way to grab the bread off the counter and put water in the kettle. He didn’t keep his hands to himself, either, little lingering touches at the small of Jongin’s back, cupping a hip to move him out of the way, a finger stroking down Jongin’s neck, making Jongin so distracted that he nearly burnt their breakfast, twice. And considering Kyungsoo’s reaction to that the first time, Jongin did not want to see what kind of…punishment…his sweet, easygoing husband would come up with this time.

But he managed to not set the kitchen on fire, or ruin their omelets, even if he kept having to shove the creeping arms of his touchy husband away so that they didn’t ruin everything. Every so often, even if Kyungsoo wasn’t kissing him, or touching him, Jongin would glance up from helping cook to find Kyungsoo giving him a look that straddled the line between sweet and hot, and it maybe made Jongin move just a little faster.

It was Jongin’s turn to look when Kyungsoo went into the pantry, bending over to grab a new bottle of ketchup. It gave Jongin an excellent view, and he nearly slid the omelet out onto the counter before he caught himself. But breakfast was cozy and quiet, sitting at the little table in the kitchen instead of going out into the dining room, not wanting to leave the bright sunlight streaming in the windows. It was made even better by the way Kyungsoo tangled their feet together under the table, the way he kept making Jongin cups of strong black tea, sugary-sweet exactly the way he liked them.

Jongin could hear the sounds of birds outside their windows, the house quiet of the thumping and yelling of young boys for once, and Jongin honestly couldn’t remember being happier, except for perhaps his wedding or adoption days. He was almost unbearably content to just drink tea and watch Kyungsoo fuss over getting his toast just right—until Kyungsoo began licking his fingers free of jam and Jongin was abruptly reminded of what else those fingers could be doing.

While he was wondering, Kyungsoo caught him looking, well, with intent, and the shorter man’s eyes went half-lidded and dark. “I keep my promises,” Kyungsoo said, deceptively mild for all that he looked like he’s about ten seconds from making alternative use of the kitchen counter. “Finish your breakfast, and then we can go back upstairs.”

“Sure about that?” Jongin asked, and leaned back in his chair a little.

Kyungsoo set his teacup down on its saucer with a clink.

—

Part Two

post #53 [closed]

ext_2389310 — Sat, 04 Oct 2014 17:54:51 GMT

Originally posted by exopromptmeme at post #53 [closed]

TL;DR RULES
1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use necessary content warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts

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FILLS

kai/kris - Flightless Angels and Teasing Stars
baekhyun/chen - "no one will ever know.”
kai/xiumin - untitled
kris/suho - good luck charm
lay/luhan - into the wonderful unknown
chen/suho - chenderella
kris/suho - untitled
kris - 99% dedication, 1% luck
xiumin - it's so loud inside my head
kris/suho - stuck with you
suho/all - someone call the doctor
kris/xiumin, kris/suho/xiumin - surprises
luhan/xiumin - day-dreaming
chen/sehun - the DILF conundrum
baekhyun/d.o. - to where you are
kai/sehun - of jealousy and cuddle buddies

RECS

ksi/suho - untitled
baekhyun/chanyeol/chen/d.o. - mean things people say and d.o in high school
sehun/tao - dye jobs and other shenanigans
kai/kris - everybody loves jongin

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Flip

curryramyeon — Sun, 31 Aug 2014 12:09:01 GMT

Title: Flip
Summary: Because life is best understood from the end. - Kyungsoo, Jongin, and their backwards love story.
Genre: Romance, Fluff, slight!Angst
Rating: PG-13

("we're coming home")

vampire kaisoo drabbles [drabble dump #8]

sleighlay — Sun, 24 Aug 2014 04:01:56 GMT

author: sleighlay
genre: vampire!au

Title: first blood
Rating: g
Length: 486
Summary: jongin wakes up... hungry for blood. kyungsoo is there to satiate his thirst.

Every cell in his body was changing, warping into something unnatural, and there was nothing he could do stop it.

Title: master of the ball
Rating: g
Length: 414
Summary: he was the master, the sire, the head of the family.

'Would you be so kind as to dance with me, sire?'

Title: baby fangs
Rating: g
Length: 581
Summary: jongin experiences the pain of bloodlust at an early age, but his hyung is there to help him

When the sun finally sank below the horizon, the hazy red sunset bleeding into the deep navy of night, Jongin knew it was time to go out and play.

Title: roses
Rating: g
Length: 329
Summary: jongin tries to please kyungsoo with a midnight snack. kyungsoo doesn't approve.

Jongin honestly thought that Kyungsoo would be happy to see the dead body in the middle of their kitchen.

Unsent Letters and Perennial Flowers [one shot]

skeletad — Fri, 01 Aug 2014 17:45:40 GMT

Title: Unsent Letters and Perennial Flowers [1/1]

Author: skeletad

Rating: G

Genre: romance, fluff, very slight!angst, bffs!AU

Length: approximately 2,200w~

Warning/s: jongin-centric, ennui, easy English,

Summary: Fourteen year-old Jongin collects stamps and sentiments. What's new? Oh, there grows no Tulip on the Tulip Lane.

(Compilation of Jongin's unsent letters. At least we get to read them.)

Rainbows in Gasoline [prologue: 19th of July]

skeletad — Thu, 31 Jul 2014 17:04:31 GMT

Title: Rainbows in Gasoline

Author: skeletad

Rating: PG

Genre: Romance, Utopia/Dystopia!AU

Length: [Prologue/N]

Warning/s: This is purely just a work of fan fiction. Whatever I have written (and will write in the future) doesn't pertain to anyone /any spiritual beliefs /groups /etc in particular. However, my festival of words is for you to dissect. Also, I didn't proofread at all I'm so sorry ;;_;;

Summary: Somewhere over the rainbow, where technology and modern medicine are nothing but myths, illnesses are believed to be curses for sinners. And everything in the world is monochromatic –except for the sky.

(Eight years in between.)

ILY: KaiSoo fanfic (part 1)

blind_1004 — Sat, 26 Jul 2014 20:56:29 GMT

Title: ILY
Author: blind_1004
Rating: none
Pairing: KaiSoo
Fandom: EXO, exotics
Word count: 4,667
Summary: Love is delusional, everything your love does shouldn't be doubt. Kyungsoo has always live liked that, believing in Jongin, but as 3 years of dating goes by things begin to change. Buried secrets begin to surface and things much more dangerous than Kyungsoo would ever expect enters his life.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Only the setting and plot line belongs to me.

ILY: KaiSoo fanfic (part 1)

this love (is a sure thing)

ext_2389310 — Sat, 26 Jul 2014 12:24:23 GMT

Originally posted by kais at this love (is a sure thing)

kai/kyungsoo | pwp, body-worship | nc-17 | poor excuse for body-worshipping | 1.5k

Summary: Kyungsoo is a map that Jongin will never stop trying to memorize.

Note: For my Huiling (hokaidos). I really hope I didn't disappoint you bby ❤

Kyungsoo’s skin bleeds into the alabaster sheets, his fingers clenched tightly in the starch fabric and they pool around his lithe body. His legs are spread wide, Jongin situated in between them, the heat of their love caged between their chests. Jongin’s skin is dark against his, taut muscles over plush flesh; yin fit to yang.

Kyungsoo’s lips are soft against his, plush and swollen from so many kisses before, and their tongues meet for the thousandth time that night-- but even a million would never be enough for Jongin. A thousand lifetimes with Kyungsoo would never be enough. Jongin runs a hand through Kyungsoo’s hair, and he feels the shudder that washes over his spine and surges into the tremble of his thighs that slowly wrap their way around Jongin’s waist.

They move against each other languidly, their heartbeats in sync, their skin pulling together as they kiss once, twice, three times before pulling back to breathe. Kyungsoo never fails to take his breath away.

Their cocks are already hard, curving to their stomach with beads of precome rolling down, but the air around them encases their bodies and slows everything down until the clock on the bedside table ticks once for every two beats of their hearts.

Kyungsoo looks so amazing, laid out in front of him, pliant and needy with his cheeks colored with lust. Jongin knows he is the only one that can break him down into these tiny pieces; until he isn’t Kyungsoo, but a sonorous moan that suffuses over the air and melts into Jongin’s skin.

“I want to hear your voice,” Jongin whispers when he sees Kyungsoo’s bottom lip drawn between his teeth, one hand ghosting over the elder’s arm and the other pressed against the mattress. “I want to hear how much you love me.”

“I love you so much,” Kyungsoo gasps out, and Jongin swoops down to press his mouth to Kyungsoo’s neck. “So much.”

Jongin hums against his skin, sucking at the white skin until reds and purples bloom like the sunset on the canvas of his flesh. He runs his fingertips over the bumps of black moles that are like stars, each holding their own world that Jongin loses himself in. They are littered over Kyungsoo’s neck and chest, and even one by his ear, and he makes sure to kiss each and every one of them. Each time Kyungsoo’s breath hitches in his throat, and he tilts his head back so Jongin can kiss under his jaw and down the column of his neck.

The ridges of Kyungsoo’s chest run smoothly under Jongin’s mouth. He makes sure to flick a tongue over each of his nipples teasingly, watching an array of emotions cross his lover’s face. He could never get tired of watching Kyungsoo, the way his mouth opens with a silent gasp and how his eyes close, eyebrows scrunched over them. Even the way his hair is matted with sweat and slicked to his forehead, and how Kyungsoo brushes it back every time he manages to gather the strength.

He moves on to Kyungsoo arms next, unfurling Kyungsoo’s hands from his biceps and kissing each individual knuckle, then dragging his lips over the fingers that he loves so much. They’ve gone red from pressure, crescents already forming on Jongin’s arms, and Kyungsoo’s entire body is simultaneously tensed and relaxed when he curls his hands into Jongin’s. Kyungsoo’s arms are strong and muscular, but his hands are small and his fingers fit perfectly into the spaces between Jongin’s.

Jongin’s favorite part of Kyungsoo’s body will always be his hips and thighs. His legs are plush despite how thin he is, ankles hooked behind Jongin’s back and he laughs when has to reach back and pull his legs apart.

Kyungsoo bucks into him when he leans down, his anticipation turned high, and Jongin has to hold him down with a strong grip on his sides. Jongin glances up through hooded eyes as he presses kisses into the peaks of his hipbones. Kyungsoo’s face contorts into pleasure-- he’s always been the most sensitive on his hips.

But Jongin cannot stop there. He takes the flesh between his teeth, biting marks into a mercurial canvas and drawing out his name with nuances of rose. Kyungsoo’s cock is curved, sitting below his belly button in an angry red, and Jongin kisses his way around the heat, enjoying the way Kyungsoo squirms, trying to get his mouth where he wants it.

A smirk slides across Jongin’s face and he spreads Kyungsoo’s thighs wider, flattening them on the bed so that his body is completely on display and vulnerable and all for Jongin to see.

Jongin sucks marks into the skin where his thigh meets his hip, Kyungsoo’s cock twitching with arousal and his hips slightly bucking, trying to get as close to Jongin as possible. When he switches to the other side, satisfied with the thin sheen of sweat lighting Kyungsoo’s face and chest, he lets his bottom lip catch just slightly on the shaft of his length.

“Oh fuck, Jongin, please,” Kyungsoo cries out, and one of his hands flies to hold Jongin’s hand in place.

“Not yet,” Jongin replies. He grabs Kyungsoo’s hand, threading their fingers together and letting his hot breath wash over sensitive skin.

Jongin doesn’t hold his hand for long, the palms of his hand soon moving down the length of his thighs, feeling the smooth skin run under his hands and the slight quiver he causes when he runs his thumbs under the back of Kyungsoo’s knees.

His legs are absolutely glorious, plush and thick and leading up to a rounded ass, and Jongin doesn’t waste one second before sinking his teeth into the skin and sucking a purple hickie into it.

He doesn’t stop with just one, though. Jongin sucks as many marks into Kyungsoo’s thighs as he can, enjoying the way Kyungsoo moans when he nears his dick and the way he shivers when he props his legs up and licks down the backs of his thighs.

“Turn around, baby,” Jongin orders, and Kyungsoo is quick to reply.

Kyungsoo braces his arms against the bed, ass high up in the air with his legs spread and his back arched against the cool air. Jongin watches the way his muscles contort, his shoulder blades sticking from his skin, and the way he flinches when he runs his hand down the plane of his back. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, Jongin’s own still aching from watching the beauty that is his boyfriend break apart for him, piece by piece.

Jongin starts by leaving butterfly kisses down the length of his spine, leaning in to the curve of his spine as Kyungsoo’s back arches once again. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, the syllables drowning in their arousal. “You are this fucking gorgeous and you don’t even know it.”

Kyungsoo can only keen in reply as Jongin presses his lips to his waist. He trails further down, hands groping at the swell of his ass before lips replace the harsh dig of fingers.

“Please fuck me. Please,” Kyungsoo begs, and his voice is raw with groans and carnal need.

With a few last kisses down the backs of Kyungsoo’s thighs and a few planted on the cleft of his butt, Jongin replies, “anything you want, baby.”

Jongin fucks him slowly, with hands running over every dip and curve of his body and Kyungsoo holding them close together with legs wrapped around his body. Their moans melt together into a symphony of love, and Jongin records every break in Kyungsoo when he fucks into him harder than before and every time he throws his head back when Jongin hits his prostate.

As they are about to come, Kyungsoo hooks his arm over the back of Jongin’s neck and pulls him down for a kiss; it is sloppy and wet and their teeth clash together, but their hearts are beating right against each other and they love the feeling of their mouths fit together so perfectly.

Kyungsoo comes with Jongin’s hand wrapped around his cock, and he tugs once, twice, three times before white ropes lace his stomach. Jongin spills into Kyungsoo seconds later, Kyungsoo’s walls squeezing around his length and grunts out his lover’s name.

Jongin ruts into him even after he’s finished, milking the last remnants of pleasure left in their high and smiling when Kyungsoo groans as he pulls out.

There is not a single thing that Jongin could pick from Kyungsoo that he loves; his neck, his arms, or his thighs. There is not one quality he loves about the rest; the way he throws his head back in please, the way he bites his lip, or the shake in his thighs.

Because all of these things bundle up into Kyungsoo, and Jongin loves each piece of Kyungsoo that he breaks him down into. Each mole that he can join into constellations, each twinkle in his eye that reminds Jongin of the Moon; Kyungsoo is his world, and Jongin is perpetually caught in the gravitational pull of his love.

It's Us and It's Now

ext_2389310 — Fri, 25 Jul 2014 14:23:55 GMT

Originally posted by fatal_fangirl at It's Us and It's Now

Title: It's Us and It's Now
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kaisoo
Word Count: 859
Summary: Jongin wants the moment to last forever.
Warnings: AU, domestic bliss and wedding bells

AN: Doing my author's note before the fic? Crazy talk. But I wanted to preface this drabble by saying it was actually written in collaberation with the amazing Charmaine (midnighttofu) who drew GORGEOUS art for the first scene. Please go check her out and he other art. She's amazing *A*. Enjoy!

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Jongin opened the door without a sound and closed it behind him with equal softness. Kyungsoo didn't notice him, and Jongin took advantage of the moment. It had been a warm afternoon with promise of a mild night, and the sun was starting to drift low, casting long, lazy lines. There was a light flutter of nerves, a buzz of excitement, but more than anything, Jongin was feeling content. In love.

Kyungsoo was at a full-length mirror, inspecting with hands at his cuffs and shoulders back. Jongin smiled in his own way, and it was something that would always be just for Kyungsoo. He waited, hands behind his back, as Kyungsoo closed his eyes with a deep breath, a few words falling silent between his lips. Jongin thought he looked perfect. A dream in a three-piece suit.

He was walking without much of a thought, only a feeling. His hands fit onto slim hips, gliding around to hold his soon-to-be. Kyungsoo didn't jump, long since used to Jongin's habit of appearing when he least expected it. With a brush of lips against cologne marked skin, Jongin drew Kyungsoo in to kiss the beauty mark just above a starched collar.

Kyungsoo hummed. "You're not supposed to be in here."

"I'm well aware. Your best man was very clear as I started heading this way."

"Be nice to Baekhyun." Kyungsoo turned in Jongin's arms, eyes falling to an undone bow tie before looking up. They shined in the fading sunlight. "And why are you breaking the rules?"

"I just wanted to see you."

Kyungsoo quirked an eyebrow and failed to keep a smile at bay with tight lips. Jongin let his run free. Eyes lidded as hands pressed up his black dress shirt, fingers over his chest. Jongin swallowed when Kyungsoo's gaze found his again. "We're getting married. You'll have plenty of opportunities to see me."

"Not like this."

They lingered in the meaning, Kyungsoo not replying. Instead, he took the white satin of Jongin's undone bow tie into his hands and started slowly folding the material. He was careful, eyebrow dipped slightly. Jongin moved to kiss out the tension, but eyes flashed up with warning. He straightened, clearing his throat, and remained still until the task was complete.

Kyungsoo's thumbs smoothed down the finished product. "Perfect." It was under his breath and Jongin couldn't resist. He tipped up Kyungsoo's chin with a gentle press, and kissed him with everything. Butterflies of anticipation and the warmth of certainty.

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Jongin held a dramatic pause. Their world felt frozen, a moment suspended in time, and he wondered how long he could keep it like that. What if he never said his part? Could it go on forever? But then Kyungsoo anticipating eyes turned worried, and it all came out on its own.

"I do."

Tears ushered in a laugh of relief and Kyungsoo's mouth was moving against his while the officiant was still declaring them wed. Jongin simply deepened the kiss when they finally got to the end. He tipped Kyungsoo back with a flourish to cheers, whistles, and the swell of their exit music.

There were photos with playful poses and candid glances. Champagne toasts that brought Jongin near to tears. Fingers were intertwined beneath pristine table settings as thumbs brushed over gold bands. There was dancing, twirling spins bright with bubbling laughter, and close brushes that ended with stolen kisses.

The cake was sweet on Kyungsoo's lips, smeared in a messy line, and he heard later from Sehun that they had never looked happier.

It was late when they stole away into the night. Kyungsoo's hand swung Jongin's and he hummed melodies that were already becoming memories. They were almost to their waiting car when Jongin stopped them short and turned, guiding them into the breezy field across from their country venue. Kyungsoo went willingly, gaze tilted up to dance under the stars.

They swayed in the tall grass, Jongin's arms around Kyungsoo's waist. His bow tie hung undone, having pulled loose at some point. Kyungsoo's fingers played with it as he sang their song in a breathy murmur. Jongin didn't want it to end. It had been such a journey to get there, fears of what ifs, fights and frustrations, spontaneous confessions, and sun drenched smiles. He was already nostalgic.

The song ended and they stood still.

"What are you thinking?"

Jongin sighed holding his husband closer. "I'm not ready to leave."

"I noticed." Kyungsoo gently pushed back with a smile. "We can stay here, dancing all night in an empty field and making our driver increasingly impatient." Fingers dragged down Jongin's chest, catching on buttons. "Or, we could go to our hotel and dance between the sheets."

Jongin grinned. The choice was clear, but he still made a play at thinking it over. Kyungsoo used the stray ends of the bowtie for leverage and forced a kiss. It was easy to give in, and Jongin let his tongue be lured out as his hands gripped at what was now forever his.

"I love you." It was pressed over lips as they stumbled to the car, arm in arm.

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5 Years is a long time (to be a liar)

printpulse — Sun, 20 Jul 2014 19:50:32 GMT

Title: 5 Years is a long time (to be a liar)

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Jongin/Kai

Length: 1,100

Warnings: Implied self harm and depression, swearing

Summary: In movies, when the main character has a secret, someone always finds out.

Soundless Melody

yunlovesjae — Mon, 07 Jul 2014 13:50:20 GMT

Title: Soundless Melody
Author: yunlovesjae
Genre: Romance and Angst
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The silence is killing him bit by bit but what can he do when his world is nothing but a piece of soundless melody. One cannot create a piece of music if one part is incapable of producing such art.

( Do Kyungsoo is lost in his own perplexed world while Jongin is desperately giving the perfect tune of his piece because one cannot create music if one piece is a soundless melody. )

Help!?

watermaiden08 — Sun, 22 Jun 2014 02:19:32 GMT

Hi

I need Help finding this Kaisoo Fanfic. I know I read if it on Asianfancis.com; but,
for some reason I can't find it. I don't remember who the author is I remember the plot.

The story starts off with Kyungsoo who is either 12 or 14 years old and Jongin is older. basically it's a daddykink story where Kyungsoo is underage and Jongin becomes his father figure. However during the process this was going on Jongin had drug Kyungsoo more then once to have his way with him. That's is as much as I remember I really like how the author wrote the story. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

The Sinking of Lead

abbysidian — Tue, 27 May 2014 01:13:33 GMT

Title: The Sinking of Lead
Length: 1/?
Author: abbysidian
Genre: Tragedy, Psychological, Romance
Overall Rating: PG-13 to R
Word Count: 3,245
Summary: Kyungsoo's been living with two mechanical hands since forever. Jongin's been way too mad since forever. With the help of each other, they begin to understand that forever is as long as you want it to be.

Read more...

Stay Beautiful

edgurtha — Sat, 10 May 2014 21:35:23 GMT

Title: Wandering Souls ~ prologue
Length: Two-Shot series (Stay Beautiful)
Author: edgurtha
Genre: Tragedy, Slight Angst
Overall Rating: R (this rated PG-13)
Word Count: 1.1k~
Summary: Kyungsoo fell in love with Jongin, Kai fell in love with Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo fell in love with one face yet two names.

( The words that pulsed inside Kyungsoo’s mind brought on drumming clicks into his ears... )

you're making me sick, love

kaiice — Sun, 20 Apr 2014 01:30:13 GMT

Title: you're making me sick, love
Author: kaiice
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In which Kyungsoo has to deal with one sided love for two years, but technically, he hasn't actually told Jongin yet.

( Jongin cares for Kyungsoo but he does not love him. Jongin will never kiss Kyungsoo the way he wants Jongin to kiss him. )

(You're My) Satellite

namulwie — Wed, 29 Jan 2014 02:35:26 GMT

Title: (You're My) Satellite
Author: namulwie
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Rating: PG
Length: 3247w
Summary/Synopsis: Kim Jongin shows up with a bottle of expensive red whine outside his house eleven o' clock one night.

( Jongin's hand curved around the back of the driver's seat, Kyungsoo's left one on the steering wheel and the other one tapping the rythm on his thigh. )

They Were Not Friends

hipslip — Wed, 22 Jan 2014 22:48:34 GMT

title: they were not friends
rating: pg
genre: high school!au
pairing: kai/do
length: oneshot
word count: ~4k w
summary: It all started when Jongin was seven and Kyungsoo was five.

( When they were older, Jongin teased Kyungsoo about puberty only taking heed of his eyes because they seemed to be the only thing about him that was growing. )

Lego House (Happy KAISOO Day!)

namulwie — Mon, 13 Jan 2014 04:44:35 GMT

Title: Lego House
Author: namulwie
Genre: Romance, fluff
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo, side!Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: PG
Length: 2,8k
Summary/Synopsis: Kyungsoo met Kim Jongin when he was sixteen. Kyungsoo was sixteen years old and he had never fallen in love with a boy.

( "I just want to know who Kim Jongin is!!" )