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[lixmyg]

rough anal & pet names—yuwin

THIS WAS A DIFFERENT SHIP BEFORE SO SORRY IF THE CHARACTERS DON’T FIT AS MUCH

→ angst, fluff, smut, dom sub relationship, praise kink, pet name kink?, slight kitten kink, slight hyung kink, slight edgeplay

description: yuta’s in love with sicheng when he doesn’t want to be. sicheng’s really touchy with their friends and it gets on yuta’s nerves, being the possessive fellow he is, but he never acts on it. one day, sicheng gets home seemingly drunk. yuta takes care him and it’s later realized--through some yelling and maybe a make out session--that sicheng isn’t actually drunk but just wants yuta to take care of him and pay attention to him like when they first started living together. sex ensues.

yuta and sicheng have lived with each other for three years so far. the first year, yuta treated sicheng like his baby and god did he love it. but after awhile, yuta distanced himself. he was grouchy whenever they hung out with the guys and when it was just them, he was easily irritable and hated when sicheng touched him.

sicheng thought yuta had started to hate him. doyoung and taeyong assured him that wasn’t it, but sometimes it really gets to him. he missed when yuta would take care of him. soon, sicheng acted grouchy right back to yuta. not mean and not pushing him away, just sassy and snarky. jisung once commented that they were like a old married couple, to which the both snapped at.

so here they were, yuta, lucas, jungwoo, taeil, and sicheng sitting in lucas and jungwoo’s shared apartment. yuta, lucas and jungwoo were on the long couch in front of the tv while sicheng and taeil were cuddled on the love seat to the right of the couch. they were watching some show yuta didn’t bother to care about, only watching the two on the love seat giggle and whisper to each other. the roommates made eye contact, sicheng starting to glare over taeil’s shoulder before focusing his attention back to the ravenette.

yuta silently fumed, deciding it was better to leave than sit though this, “i think i’m gonna head home. maybe get a headstart on cleaning since you know who doesn’t clean.”

it was a lie, the apartment was oddly clean for the fact two young guys lived there. sicheng recognised that, and yes was a bit worried on why, but only waved bye with the rest of the group.

“text us when you get home.” jungwoo said. yuta nodded and headed out, walking to his apartment which was only ten minutes away.

yuta was pretty pissed. he felt like he had no right to be but god was he absolutely pissed. it was almost as if sicheng was teasing him, hoping to just get him to his breaking point. and god did that make yuta want to put him in his place.

but he can’t. cause sicheng doesn’t like him like that. so he has to stop himself from getting too attached. not that anything’s really helped, yuta’s still as head over heels as when he first developed his crush on sicheng. heart still flutters at his smile, breath still hitches when too much of his beautiful pale skin is on display.

maybe it's a bit much to cut sicheng off, but the other seemed to be as rash yuta.

that much was clear when the younger was knocking and kicking the front door of the apartment, shouting through the door, “yuta! yuuu better open the damn door! i’m flippin--”

“cheng, jesus, be quiet. are you drunk or something?”

the boy in questions cheeks were read and he looked a little dazed, yuta’s accusation was totally justified. but in actuality, sicheng had planned to burst through the door and make yuta explain to him why he’s become such an asshole and maybe lay a sweet kiss on him.

yuta’s look of worry and concern completely ridded that plan out the window, sicheng nodding slowly.

the older hefted the younger up quickly moving him to the couch, kicking the front door closed and locking it. he ran to get some water, not knowing how to handle drunkenness. he doesn’t drink all that often.

so for the next hour yuta just nurtured sicheng as if he were a kid. he sat with him on the couch and got anything he asked for. all yuta was really waiting for was for him to fall asleep.

weirdly, unlike most drunks, sicheng didn’t fall asleep after laying down for a while. he didn’t even slur his speech, he spoke in clear unwavering sentences. when yuta thought about it, sicheng may not even be drunk. he didn’t even smell the slightest bit of alcohol on his breath.

“sicheng, are you even drunk?”

“what?” sicheng’s heart dropped. he was enjoying the nice moment with yuta, but he was scared yuta would get mad if he wasn’t.

“are. you. drunk.” he accentuated each word. the other didn’t reply.

“seriously, hyuk.” yuta huffed, getting up, “stop with these annoying ass games already.”

sicheng scoffed, “yeh, like you’re one to talk. you think i’m playing annoying ass games? what about you asshole, is it fun to push your best friend away or something? huh?”

yuta stopped heading to his room, biting the inside of cheek and turning back to face sicheng, “i am not pushing you away.”

“bullshit!” sicheng laughed sarcastically, taking steps toward yuta, “just tell me, what the fuck is it? if you don’t like me just tell me--”

“that's not it,” yuta's voice wavered, fists clenching at his sides, getting frustrated with the obviously upset sicheng.

“well then isn’t there something you’d like to share with me, yuty poo.” the other pushed, now right infront of his hyung.

yuta rolled his eyes, “it's not that i don't like you, its that i do. in a way you don’t.”

“why the fuck do you think i don’t?”

sicheng looked like he wanted to rip his hair out and yuta looked like his whole world twisted.

“you--you--”

“you’re so fucking slow! yes i like you too! and yes i want you to fuck me too! it’s been obvious since we moved in with each other! why do you think i’m all over taeil in front of you!” hyuk continued rambling about all the things that made it so obvious that yuta liked him and that he liked him back and how slow yuta was.

after the younger finished ranting and was breathing heavily, yuta spoke slowly.

“you, you like me?”

sicheng let out a small chuckle of disbelief. he simply pulled the other into a kiss. heavy and sweet, a wide hand slowly sweeping from the small of sicheng’s back into his hair, tugging lightly.

“yeh, i do dipshit.”

yuta grinned, “and i can fuck you?”

“god, please do.” sicheng whined, slipping his thigh between yutas, who only raised an eyebrow, pulling on the tuft of hair he had a hold on, sicheng dropping his leg quickly.

“it hasn’t even been a minute and you’re already so desperate, huh?” yuta whispered against sicheng’s jaw nibbling and kissing here and there, “want me to fuck you that bad?”

“jesus fuck, yes! please, i’ll be good i promise.”

“your room or mine, pretty boy?” yuta asked, sicheng keening at the pet name.

“m-mine.”

the younger jumped and wrapped his legs around the older, being carried to his room, lips connected.

sicheng was placed gently on the bed, yuta grabbing his chin, making him look each other in the eye, “are you sure you want this baby? we can stop--”

“no, no, i want this. please, wanted it for so long.”

yuta nodded, comfortable with his sicheng’s consent, “strip then. where’s your lube?”

sicheng flushed, taken a bit aback with his shirt caught over his head.

“there’s literally a strawberry vibrator on your bedside table, babe.” yuta chuckled helping the boy with his shirt, noticing the bottle of lube next to the toy.

“strawberry kiwi? do you have a thing for strawberries, sicheng?” he teased, grabbing the bottle and striding over to his pretty partner.

sicheng’s clothes were scattered on the floor, completely bare naked on his sheets with yuta blatantly admiring the skinny, pale, beautiful boy.

“god you’re so pretty baby,” yuta praised, sicheng’s dick visibly twitching at the words.

a hand crawled up the tan boy’s thighs, feeling around till they hovered over where sicheng needed it most, “you like being called pretty? like being praised and told what a good boy you are?”

sicheng nodded, whining at the lack of contact, “please hyung! please, w-wanna come.”

“i haven’t even touched you yet, kitten.” yuta ignored the twitch of the youngers dick, coting two fingers in lube and sticking them in slowly. as expected, they slipped in easily.

“a-ah, don’t need it. just need you, hyung, please. i’m already--” yuta suddenly started rubbing against the inside of sicheng’s velvety walls, searching and finding his sensitive places. especially that particular bundle of nerves hyuk’s fingers were never long enough to reach.

“god fuck! yuta gonna cu--”

“don’t.”

sicheng could’ve cum right then and there if it weren’t for yuta pulling his fingers out quickly, replacing the tight coil in his stomach with an empty wonton feeling.

“yuta, what the fu--”

yuta only stared, as if telling sicheng to shut up or else.

“i thought you were gonna be a good boy for me kitten? or do you just wanna cum? are you my good boy or are you just a brat?”

the younger shook his head quickly, “i’m a good boy. your good boy.”

“what a good baby,” yuta muttered, kissing his way up from sicheng’s pelvis bone to his collarbone where he littered hickey’s and left sicheng to grind up into the roughness of his jeans to get off.

sicheng rutted up onto the others clothed thigh with so much desperation he almost came in a matter of minutes, yuta playing with his nipples and suckling at his pulse not helping.

“y-yuta.” he stuttered out in warning, his ruts more feverish until they were cut off completely, yuta and his stupid big hands holding his hips to the bed and preventing hyuk from any friction.

sicheng wanted to cry. he’s never been deprived of an orgasam, let alone twice buy the same guy with the same cocky smirk.

“please please yuta i’ve been good,” sicheng all but begged, “please fuck me, please.”

it pissed sicheng off but god was he turned on. he laid completely naked, vulnerable to everything yuta did. yuta was fully clothed too, using sicheng like a pretty toy, with pretty names like good boy, and baby, and best of all kitten. he wanted yuta to fuck him raw, rough, but not forgetting to call him kitten.

and that's exactly what yuta did. he lowered his trousers just enough whip out his dick, sicheng giddy at the sight, incoherent “please” and “fuck, yes” spilling from his lips as yuta lined up, entering slowly to sicheng’s dismay.

once yuta bottomed out, he shot sicheng a shit eating grin as he pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, thrusting hard and quick, hitting all the sensitive spots he’d found before with his fingers.

sicheng withered beneath him, clawing at yutas shoulder blades as he let out porn worthy moans, his breath hitching when yuta hit his prostate and hips stuttered when the coil in his stomach quickly unwound in white stripes against yutas clothed stomach.

“you did so well kitten,” yuta kissed the top of sicheng’s head, “you’ll be a good boy and let hyung finish, right kitten?”

“y-yes.” he managed through the overstimulation, thighs shaking and lips constantly parted with a silent beautiful moan.

the visual stimulation of sicheng’s fucked out face, shining with sweat and the afterglow of sex was enough for him to come, pulling out and stroking himself to orgasm, coming all over sicheng’s chest.

the two took a moment to catch their breaths, silent before sicheng spoke.

“i didn’t know you were so kinky, kitten.”

“i had a feeling about you though, hyung.”

“seriously though, a strawberry vibrator? c-can i see you use it?”

“let's save that for next time.”

[lixmyg]

i now realize that stories on tumblr look clustered and condensed.´д` ;