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wuxian-vs-wangji · 3 days ago

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Boy Next World Excerpt: Phukan and Cirrus' First Time

"Ready to lose your virginity?"

Heat gathered on Phukan's face and spread throughout his body. His heart pounded with a mix of panic and excitement, and the deep voice echoed in his ears even though Cirrus had moved away.

Was Phukan ready?

Phukan blinked rapidly to gather his thoughts, looking up at the sharp eyes, and found that Cirrus was both hopeful and scared. But he believed with all his heart that Cirrus wouldn't be mad at all if he refused. He believed the other person would wait until he was ready.

Thinking this, the small boy bit his lip before opening his mouth to say...

"Then, I'm willing to shed some tears for you."

"Phu," Cirrus didn't expect him to agree like this.

"Yes, I said it. And you heard it, too."

Why wasn't I embarrassed when I gave him a blowjob, but I'm so embarrassed now?

Phukan buried his face in Cirrus' neck again, determined not to look up and meet his eyes.

Well, yeah, I'm shy, you know!

The answer made the listener laugh softly, pressing his nose against Phukan's temple heavily.

"I promise to make you cry from happiness." Cirrus promised, making Phukan smile widely, but the little guy still asked softly.

"Hey, P'Cir."

"What is it?"

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Phukan thought Cirrus was stunned, but he'd never done it before. And knowing firsthand how big Cirrus was, who wouldn't be scared?

"You'll find out tomorrow."

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Crash!

"P'Cir, wait! P'... mmm!!!"

As soon as Wim stepped out of the room, Phukan, who'd been walking his senior out, cried out in surprise. Suddenly, he was pushed against the door, his back pressed tightly against it. The taller figure followed, pressing so close that they were almost one. Hot lips pressed against the corner of his mouth then moved to cover his soft lips precisely, not giving the young man a chance to refuse.

The kiss wasn't the usual gentle nibble but a firm bite on his soft lips- not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send shivers through his body. The hands that initially intended to push away now wrapped around the strong neck, willingly responding to the hungry touch.

"Mmm."

The adorable reaction wasn't lost on the bigger man. Large hands wrapped around Phukan's back, lips moving to kiss his cheek, nose, and back to his mouth again. A hot tongue slipped inside, sweeping along his teeth and rubbing against his shyly responding tongue.

Phukan's mind went blank.

He only knew that Cirrus's kiss was intense, forceful, and aggressive, making his legs tremble.

"Mmm, P'..."

The hands around his neck tightened their grip on the tall man's shirt as a strong thigh slipped between his legs, rubbing against his sensitive spot, making Phukan moan in to the kiss, his body going limp while Cirrus continued his assault.

"Open your mouth, Phu," the deep voice growled against his lips.

Phukan panted heavily, his eyes brimming with tears, but he opened his mouth as instructed.

"Stick out your tongue."

The young man obediently stuck out his bright pink tongue, and then...

"Mmmmmmm."

Cirrus didn't hesitate to wrap his tongue around Phukan's, pulling it into his own mouth and making Phukan moan shakily. He could only follow Cirrus' lead, his hands gripping the shirt, now caressing the strong neck unconsciously.

But Cirrus didn't stop. His hot tongue pushed back into the small mouth, making the young man gasp for breath. When the tip of the hot tongue attacked the roof of his mouth relentlessly, he trembled pitifully, collapsing into the warm embrace, only to be met with the strong thigh that continued to rub against him.

He couldn't escape up or down.

"Huff, haaa, P'Cir, mmm."

Phukan protested shakily, his eyes glistening with tears, his lips swollen and red, making the onlooker unable to resist.

"Ah."

But this time, it wasn't just a kiss. Large hands slid down to his hips, moving up and slipping under the thin shirt. Cold fingertips touched the warm skin, making the young man shiver.

"P'Cir, no, please, not yet."

Chu!

"Mmm, P'Cir."

Chu!

"Wait, wait..."

Chu!

"Ah, hey."

Using his last bit of strength, Phukan pushed the broad chest away to meet his eyes, and what he saw... was a look of near-mad desire.

"Why?" The tall man couldn't suppress his growl anymore.

And that made the listener tremble all over.

Not from fear, but because... he wanted it just as much.

"I-I can't stand, ah, don't rub." Phukan protested, trying to push the other's knee away, but the more he resisted, the more the tall man pressed his knee harder.

"Don't you like it?" The deep voice whispered against his cheek, making Phukan shake his head vigorously.

"N-not that, but, but I really can't stand."

Phukan's voice trembled, and now, with his eyes brimming with tears and his lips swollen, how could anyone resist?

"Why?" But Cirrus still asked.

"Ugh."

The knee rubbed against the cute part through Phukan's pants, touching the hard lump, making the young man want to hit himself for moving closer shamelessly.

"Tell me why first," Cirrus insisted.

Phukan wanted to be angry, but the sharp eyes holding back emotions made him decide.

Cirrus looked like he wanted to strip him right there.

So, he wrapped around the strong neck with his hands, whispering in his ear, "It feels too good."

The rubbing of his thigh like this only made the lower part harder and scarier.

"I can't take it anymore; it feels good... really," the young man said shakily, hugging Cirrus' neck tighter and confirming he didn't want this position. His legs were weak, his hips kept rubbing against the tall man's thigh, and they were right by the door to the hall.

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, Sisira (Phukan) cried out as the strong arms, which had been supporting his back, scooped under his round bottom, lifting him in one go. Phukan could only wrap his legs around Cirrus' waist, eyes wide with fear.

"Then let's go to the bed!"

This time, the young man fell silent, not knowing how to protest. He only clung tightly to the other with both hands and legs, embarrassed until...

"P... P'Cir."

Cirrus laid him down on the familiar bed.

This bed where they had slept together before, but now, with the older man hovering over him, looking like he wanted to devour him whole, Phukan trembled, his pale skin turning red. He wanted to hide under the blanket, knowing what would happen next. But another part of him...

"P'Cir."

Phukan touched Cirrus' cheek hesitantly, then cupped it, looking into his eyes.

What he saw was that Cirrus' patience was nearing its limit. Even now, Cirrus was trying to be gentle with him.

So, Phukan spoke, "You don't have to hold back anymore. You can do anything to me... anything. I'm okay."

He was really okay with everything now.

If Cirrus wanted to, how could someone like Phukan refuse? Cirrus didn't force him because he wasn't ready. But now he was.

Not just his heart, but his body also wanted to be one with Cirrus.

He wanted to be Cirrus'.

"Do you know what you're saying?" The speaker gritted his teeth.

"I know, I know, and..." the young man looked up uncertainly.

"... Don't you want to do it, P'Cir?"

It was as if Cirrus' patience snapped, and Phukan cried out as the warm lips covered his again. This time, it wasn't just a kiss, as large hands slid under his soft shirt, rubbing over the flat stomach, making the recipient tense with desire.

Phukan didn't know how Cirrus pulled his shirt off so quickly. With just a brief break from the kiss, the shirt was off and thrown beside the bed. The tall man then buried his face in the white neck, his wet tongue licking the flushed skin, leaving a hot touch Phukan had never known.

"Ah!"

Phukan barely covered his mouth in time as the hot tongue licked his neck, brushing past his Adam's apple to his chin, then sharp teeth bit down hard on his chin.

"Let me hear your voice!"

The listener jumped at the grip on his arm, looking up to see... a beast.

A wild beast ready to pounce and devour him whole.

"Ah! P'Cir, don't lick there, mmm."

Phukan cried out as his hands were pinned to the bed while the hot tongue licked his pale, erect nipple, aroused by the intense emotions.

Not just licking and brushing past, but sucking hungrily, the hot tongue swirling around the hard flesh, making it wet, then... blowing.

The hot breath blowing over the wetness made Phukan arch his chest, unable to bear it. His legs squeezed together, hoping to ease the burning heat, but Cirrus showed no mercy as the warm lips moved to the other side, biting and licking until the inexperienced guy was burning with desire.

"It hurts, P'Cir... mmm, my nipple is numb."

Phukan confessed shakily, but instead of making the listener stop, it was like pouring oil onto the fire.

"Ah!!! Enough, enough, d-don't suck, mmm, m-my nipple will fall off, mmm."

Despite the pain and numbness, Phukan couldn't stop moaning, arching his chest into the hot mouth shamelessly.

The scene blurred from the tears of desire enveloping the small body, his wrists twisting to escape the tight grip.

And then...

"P'Cir!"

Cirrus really let go, but it was to push Phukan's hips up, pulling off both pants and underwear in one go, leaving them at one foot, making the young man cry out, trying to cover his shameful part with his hands, but...

Again, the tall man grabbed his hands tightly, revealing the naked body that was so... enticing.

"I'm glad... you're this wet."

Cirrus' sharp eyes stared at the cute part standing against gravity, slick with desire from being teased at the door.

T-that's embarrassing."

The young man said through tears, trying to turn away from the intense gaze.

"Let me see," Cirrus asked firmly, then softened his tone, "Please, Phu."

He often calls me a cheater, but I think he's the real cheater!

Now, Sisira slowly turned back to lie on his back, revealing the cute, red tip to Cirrus' eyes. Maybe it was those fierce eyes that made his legs slowly spread wide in extreme embarrassment, revealing the sweet spot that had never been touched.

"I'll be right back."

"Ah, what?!"

Phukan was shocked when Cirrus suddenly got up from the bed, especially after he'd been lying there with his legs spread. But he didn't have time to feel down for long.

"When did you buy this?!"

The tall man who'd disappeared for less than half a minute returned, but this time, he had a small bottle of lubricant, and... a box of condoms in his hand.

Phukan's breath caught in his throat as Cirrus walked back in. Without hesitation, he removed his t-shirt with one hand and let it fall to the floor. This revealed his strong muscles and hips, still clad in dark jeans.

Phukan never really noticed who was handsome or not, so this was the first time he truly understood the term... sexy.

Whether it was the broad shoulders taut with muscle, the strong chest with beautiful muscle lines, or the long legs barely covered by jeans hanging precariously at the hips, it made it hard for anyone watching to swallow. And that person was now climbing onto the bed in a threatening manner, hovering over him.

"I bought them when you and Wim went to get the car."

Phukan swallowed hard, only able to watch the tall man open the lubricant bottle and squeeze it onto his hand.

It's not that he never masturbated, but he'd never used these things before. And that meant... it had to go in from behind, right?

"It's okay, trust me."

Phukan wanted to say he didn't even trust himself, but he nodded because it wasn't him who couldn't hold back, but Cirrus.

Now, large beads of sweat filled Cirrus' face, his eyes gleaming, his body burning with desire. But he still held Phukan's body gently, pressing a kiss to his shapely lips before hungrily deepening it. The hand with the warm lubricant touched his cute part.

The young man didn't know how he could make such loud noises, but he moaned loudly as the large hand rubbed his hot shaft continuously, fingers squeezing and teasing the tip, kneading the soft flesh on both sides until the pre-cum and clear lubricant mixed into one.

"Ah, ha, P'Cir, ugh!"

The sound of the hand stroking his cute shaft created a lewd rhythm, blending with the moans that heightened the arousal.

Now, Phukan could only spread his legs wide, his body trembling with intense pleasure, then jolted.

"P'Cir! It hurts!"

The hot finger penetrated the tight channel. Phukan wasn't sure if it hurt or what, but it was strange; it was a very strange sensation when something invaded inside, making him cling tightly to Cirrus.

"Do you want me to take it out?"

Cirrus paused, gritting his teeth as he asked, and the young man shook his head vigorously.

"N-no, don't stop. Don't. I-I can handle it."

Phukan just didn't know how to deal with this feeling.

The long finger that penetrated all the way in began to move slowly, rotating, pulling out, and... pushing all the way back in.

"Ahhh, P'Cir, it feels weird, ugh!"

Phukan cried out incoherently, looking down at the large hand kneading all over his thin wall. He really didn't know if this was good or not; he just felt strange having something probing inside, rubbing against the soft wall that had never been touched.

"Ah!!!"

But then, Phukan arched his back, eyes wide, moaning loudly when the strange feeling hit a certain spot. Again, he couldn't explain it, only seeing a bright flash from behind his eyelids. His body twitched, tears streaming down his cheeks, and both hands clutched Cirrus' arms tightly.

"P'Cir! Ugh, don't, not there, don't touch there!!!"

Phukan pleaded through his tears, but this time, Cirrus didn't comply.

"Ah! It feels so good, don't rub there, d-don't, ugh, hng."

It wasn't just one finger, but Cirrus had inserted a second finger at some point, making it both tight and full, and it kept going deeper, rubbing that spot over and over. Phukan's hips twitched as if electrocuted, and he was only able to cry out through his tears that it was too much for him.

Of course, Cirrus didn't stop.

"Ugh! Don't. D-don't, don't rub."

Phukan pleaded and begged, but Cirrus kept rubbing, pressing, and thrusting into the sensitive spot until the person who'd never had anything pass through his virgin hole twisted and writhed, feeling like he couldn't take it anymore.

"I-I'm gonna cum, I, ugh!"

Cirrus returned to stroking the cute shaft again, moving roughly until Phukan felt like he was going to die. He moaned, twisting in pleasure, feeling like he could cum at any moment, but he... didn't want to be the only one satisfied.

"Here, put it in, ugh, please."

Phukan pulled the tall man into a tight embrace, speaking through his tears.

"Phu! You're making it hard for me to hold back!"

"Then... don't hold back." Phukan pulled away to meet his eyes, then shivered.

Now, the tall man's face was drenched in sweat, his eyes gleaming, his sharp teeth clenched in restraint, and that...

"Phu!"

Phukan wrapped his legs around Cirrus' hips.

"Ugh, come in, put it in, I-I want... you." He spoke without knowing what he meant anymore; he just... wanted this man.

And that made the listener growl deeply.

"I'll finish once first because I don't want to hurt you, but I can't hold back anymore!"

"Then... Why hold back?" The tear-streaked face asked shakily, seeing Cirrus' face blurred.

"Stubborn!"

Phukan wanted to argue that he wasn't stubborn, but a kiss silenced him. Not only that, the long fingers continued to invade the sweet hole relentlessly until the sound of a hand slapping against his round butt echoed.

He wanted to protest that he didn't need the handjob, but he needed Cirrus. However...

"Ah!!!!!"

Suddenly, Cirrus pulled his fingers out. The first moment felt inexplicably empty, but the next moment, the young man cried out in pain as the large shaft, covered with a condom, slowly penetrated. It hurt so much that tears flowed down his face, causing him to sob uncontrollably.

"Are you okay? Can you handle it, Phu?" Cirrus growled close to his ear, making Phukan nod vigorously.

"I think I can."

Even though he was sobbing and shaking, Phukan still insisted he could handle it.

"But I think..."

"No, n-no, ugh, I want to lose my virginity today. You have to let me lose it, don't, don't take it out!!!" Phukan cried and moaned, clutching the broad shoulders. He couldn't see Cirrus' face anymore because the tightness below made him forget everything.

And because he was afraid Cirrus would stop.

"Ah!!!!"

He ended up pushing himself to take the large part deeper.

"Phu!"

Phukan looked into Cirrus' eyes, seeing the shocked expression, and smiled through his tears.

"I'm... yours now, and you're... mine."

Phukan didn't know if it was because of those few words, but...

This time, the hot, fiery part thrust all the way in, making Phukan gasp, unable to scream, with only tears falling in streams.

"I love you Phu!" Cirrus growled in his ear, "Bear with it, good boy."

"Ah, ah, ugh." Phukan had no response because as soon as the hot shaft pulled out and thrust back in, he felt numb, only able to wrap his legs tightly around Cirrus' waist. He hugged the broad shoulders like a child with no support, tears streaming down as Cirrus kissed them away.

He didn't know what Cirrus was doing, but he felt the shaft moving inside, rubbing against the soft walls on all sides, and...

"A-Ah!!!"

This time, it wasn't fingers thrusting in, but the large shaft going deep, rubbing against the sensitive spot, making Phukan moan loudly. The pain slowly faded, leaving only the burning heat between them.

"Damn it! Don't squeeze me like that!"

Phukan didn't know if he was squeezing or not, but he moved his hips to meet the thrusting shaft, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing.

Then, the tear-streaked face looked up at the tall man.

"Ugh, P'Cir, more... Please, I, I want to cum, give me more!" Phukan pleaded.

"Damn it!"

"Ah!!!!"

The young man didn't know anything anymore. As soon as the shaft moved faster, he could only moan, twisting in a mix of agony and ecstasy. His one hand clutched the bed sheet until it wrinkled; his cute shaft was soaked with clear fluid and lubricant, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing throughout the spacious bedroom.

More, I want more of you. P-please give it to me. Give me more.

"Hmhh."

Suddenly, Phukan cried out loudly, his desire reaching the climax, releasing every drop of his emotion and staining his white stomach. His whole body collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, shaking.

"Are you okay?"

Phukan slowly opened his eyes, looking through the veil of tears at the sharp face. Then, he raised both hands as if pleading.

"I'm okay, huff, huff. I can handle it."

Even though he was panting and shaking, Phukan still insisted he could handle it. The more he looked at the wild expression on the face in front of him, the more confident he became that he could handle Cirrus.

"P'Cir, j-just do... do what you want... ugh."

The young man cried out shakily as the still-hard shaft thrust inside again, but this time, it didn't hurt to the point of tears. On the contrary, his body burned with a terrifying heat, and beyond that, he wanted to please Cirrus, too.

"Do it rough."

"Don't cry later!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

Phukan was flipped onto his stomach, and soon enough, the hot part thrust deep inside more easily than the first time. He flinched but said nothing as the hands gripped his hips tightly and... the shaft thrust deep into his hole.

This time, the trembling moans mixed with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, confirming that... there would be no way to avoid tears in this situation.

But whether those tears were from pain or pleasure, you'd have to ask Phukan when he came to his senses again.

As it is, Phukan wouldn't be able to get a wink of sleep easily. After all, a certain someone had been holding back for a long time.

In the end... Phukan finally lost his virginity.

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serejae · 5 months ago

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margaret

myung jaehyun x doodler!reader

syno; a pencil lead you to him now

a/n ; uncapitalization is intended, some kissing, inspired on our beloved summer besides the exes factor lol :-), enjoy

it was a late night, jaehyun wasn’t home yet and you couldn’t quite fall asleep yet. so you decided to kill two birds with one stone. ever since you were young you had a hobby of drawing, it was normal for you to get asked from people to draw them. unfortunately for them your drawings don’t focus on people but rather sights. as you organized your old drawings you came across a dusty folder hidden all the way in the back of your shelf, curious to see what it is you grab it and clear the dust off. the cover of the folder doesn’t go unnoticed with masking tape messily on it with the words “DO NOT OPEN. YOURE CRAZY.” written on top. you laugh to yourself slighty and take the risk going against your past self. when opening the folder a tiny pencil falls out and all the memories suddenly flash back. picking up the pencil, you immediately sit down and go through the folder.

it was almost 2 years ago. you were sketching in a cafe when you got distracted by your phone that you didn’t notice one of your pencils falling out of your pencil case. someone suddenly diverts your attention away from your phone. looking up you see the most (not even exaggerated) mesmerizing man, his lips turn up slight and he clears his throat “sorry for bothering you, but your pencil fell” he said with a slight blush on his face and reddish ears. you laugh slightly and thank him expecting that to be the end of your conversation but to your suprise he paused for a second thinking about what to say

“are you here alone?”

the wise answer wouldve been no, i mean you dont even know the guy

“yeah”

“can i sit?”

while reminiscing the moment you played with the pencil, the pencil was special, not only because it lead you to jaehyun but the steps it took to realize you loved him.

there were 2 drawings of jaehyun. the only drawings you ever drew of a person

drawing 1 .

its been 2 weeks since you met jaehyun. you both had been talking regularly and you hated it: not because you disliked him or anything but rather the opposite. you found yourself developing a

crush. :-/

as you sat at your table shaking your good pencil between your fingers staring at the blank paper that seems to be staring at you back. thats when you started imagining eyes, nose, lips, a face on the paper but not just anyones face. it was myung jaehyun’s. you never had the urge or willingness to draw a person but something inside your soul was telling you to. trying to push the thoughts back you starting thinking to yourself

“i don’t even remember his face accurately”

“its been 2 weeks pfft”

*ding*

pausing at the notification you flip your phone over and the screen illuminates.

myung jae !

**ONE NOTIFICATION **

“if your not too busy do you wanna ft?:p”

fuck.

before replying back (a obvious yes) you scramble your desk for the pencil he had handed you that day. the pencil was tiny, you kept it because you kept forgetting to throw it away but once you find it you reply with a

“sure”

cant seem too desperate right?

and as he calls you and the screens connect, your met with a familiar face and start doodling. focusing on his voice and you drew, you looked up every so often studying his face.

after finishing you date the corner and shove it in the back of your drawer.

drawing 2 .

your crazy.

its been 9 months since you first met jaehyun and it takes every muscle in you to not draw him. you can’t feed into your delusional or into the thought that you might have a crush on him. at this point its more then a stupid crush. you would say you just really really really like jaehyun but you guys werent even dating yet and thats the problem.

everyday for these past 9 months the two of you have become incredibly close, might i add a little too close.

all you could think about was him and normally in situations like this you would draw things you like to get your mind off of whatever you were stressed about which sadly wouldn’t work in this situation

as he was what you like and all you could think about.

after a hour on debating (3 minutes) you sigh and open your camera roll, opening the album “mjae<{3” your favorite photo of him, one you didnt even know you took but there was something different about the photo

his eyes.

theres no way he couldnt feel the same about you, right?

shut up.

you stopped the thoughts and started doodling, sketching all the details on his face. youve memorized his face probably more then your own now that you think about it.

adding the finishing touches and dating it, you back away from the paper and stare at it

how does he have you wrapped around his finger so well?

grabbing your phones you search variations of questions into google

“why cant i stop thinking of a guy”

“how to know if you like a guy”

“does my crush like me????” you made sure to find one made bv a guy to insure accuracy.

unfortunately the answers didnt help you

they all lead back to love

and thats when you realized

you don’t really like myung jaehyun

your inloveeeeeeee with myung jaehyun.

jumping onto your bed you scream into your pillow and go into a rage. scrambling around your room you find a folder, empty everything inside, get tape from your desk and aggressively put the tape on there. taking your marker you write “DO NOT OPEN. YOUR CRAZY.” you stuffed the current drawing in there as well dug in your drawer for the previous one. once inside you grab the pencil that started it all and put it inside too. then shoving it to the back of your shelf.

a year after meeting jaehyun thats when he finally asked you to be his partner, he had asked to meet in the same cafe you 2 had met. you arrived on time while jaehyun was a bit late, you didnt mind too much though. while waiting you scrolled on your phone when you suddenly heard a voice

“excuse me?

i think you dropped this.”

you look up confused and see a bouquet of flowers with a sticky note attached to it

“be my partner? (plz)” as well a silly drawing of you and jaehyun as cat and dog. looking up you see his familiar face that has a reddish tint

“of course.”

you hear the door open snapping you out of your thoughts

“baby? im home!”

“at my desk jae”

you hear him shuffe his way to your desk and kisses you on the head before looking at your desk

“oh look! its the pencil i gave back to you when we first met, you still have it?” he laughed, his eyes shift over to the two drawings on the table of no other then, him.

“woah…”

he said as he picked up the drawings seeing the dated marks

“these are amazing babe, but i thought you didnt draw people?”

you look down at the pencil and smile

oh you couldn’t wait to tell him the storied behind the drawings

you looked up at the sticky note on your wall before opening your mouth

“funny story…”