#Kunten smut

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Pairing: Kun x Ten x Fem Reader

Genre: fluffy smut

Explicit content 18+, Minors DNI!

________ I've been sitting on this for some time now, but seeing as how it's my baby Kun's birthday, this seems like the perfect time to post this.

I hope you enjoy 🤎

He wasn't as bold as Ten, but honestly he didn’t know many people that were. In times like this though he envied how brazen Ten could be. He certainly wouldn't be sitting at a table next to yours pretending to be busy as he listened to you talk to whom he'd assumed was a close friend on the phone. He admired your smile, the polite way you greeted the cashier when you walked in, how you seemed to light up the room just by simply existing, he took note of how expressive you were while speaking. You reminded him of his lover, that’s probably why you caught his attention so easily. You'd probably find Ten to be more interesting than him, but that was kind of the point. He was confident in his likeability, don't get him wrong, Ten was certainly likeable, but he was bold, blunt and it could be a lot for some, that much had been proven in the past. So, as long as you were interested in Ten, that was good enough for him. The only problem now was how to approach you, how to ask you out on behalf of himself and his partner. He stood up in an attempt to approach you but quickly decided to run to the restroom to make sure he didn't have any stray crumbs or spills he hadn't noticed. He was almost certain he didn't, but he'd be more comfortable talking to you if he double checked his appearance. 

The interior of the café restroom was surprisingly ornate and Kun got a bit distracted momentarily as he took in the design choices, making note of what he liked and what could be better. He and Ten would be opening their own place soon and the trip to this café was just one of what felt like thousands they had taken to get inspiration. He quickly took a few photos before remembering the original reason he'd come to the restroom in the first place. Looking into the mirror he was pleased with his reflection. Not a hair out of place and not a single drop of evidence as to what he'd eaten anywhere. He was glad he'd decided to check his appearance, it gave him a boost of confidence when he looked into the mirror and replayed his morning interaction with his lover just before he left, remembering how Ten jokingly said he didn't want him to do café runs today because he looked so sexy that he might run off with someone else.

He chuckled as he ran his finger over the little cat charm that dangled from his neck, thinking of how Ten was almost right, but Kun wasn't considering running off with anyone else, he wanted someone that they could both run away with, and he was hoping he'd found that person. One quick selfie to send to his lover before he attempted to gain another, and back to the café he went, hopeful.

It had been a long day of going over all the menus that had been collected over the last few months, research for their own menu, when a somber-faced Kun walked through the door of their shared home. His usual bright smile that revealed his dimples whenever he laid eyes on Ten was now tight lipped and non existent.

"Well, hello to you too I guess."  Ten deadpanned.

Letting out a sigh Kun apologized for not giving the greeting Ten was clearly expecting.

"I missed our chance." Is all he said as he plopped onto the love seat next to Ten, resting his head on his shoulder. Ten gently brushed Kun's hair away from his face now feeling a bit concerned about why his boyfriend, who's usually so excited to share what he's found on his café runs, was so melancholy.

"You want to talk about it?" 

Kun nodded his head, and with a pout began to speak. 

"I found someone I wanted to approach, she reminded me a lot of you, and I felt like you two would get along well, but I went to check my appearance and ended up admiring the bathroom decor instead.” he sighed.

“By the time I made it out, she was gone." 

Ten chuckled. "cute. So, you're so pouty because you missed out on talking to a pretty girl."

Kun rolled his eyes "that's not why! She was cute, really cute, kind of sexy actually, but she was also funny, and smart."

Kun shied away from Ten's gaze as he squinted his eyes, smirking as he bumped Kuns side playfully.

"And just how do you know all that if you didn't speak to her? Were you being a creep?"

Kun muttered a "shut up" as he crossed his arms in frustration.

Ten couldn't resist his boyfriends pouty behavior, a side he could often forget existed when Kun was in business mode, completely focused and driven. He leaned in to place a loving kiss on his soft lips. "If it is meant to be, it will be." 

Words so simple yet they were so reassuring to Kun as he once again rested on Ten and began to discuss more ideas for their business. 

About a month and a half  into the opening of their café, business had picked up significantly from opening day. In fact, it had picked up so much that Ten had to hire someone to help during the weekends. The café even had quite a few regulars, one in particular always seemed to brighten Ten's day. He had learned a bit about her including her favorite pastry. She often came in late evenings, close to closing so he had started a habit of making sure to keep one aside for her on the days she'd come into the café. She reminded him a lot of himself, but there was one aspect of her that absolutely reminded him of Kun. She was an overachiever, a know it all, whose hobbies included a bit of everything.

 He knew Kun was adamant that he find their new partner, determined to find someone that would love Ten as much as he did. Ten assumed this determination was due to the outcome of the relationship with their last partner. The relationship itself didn't last long, but the effects of what happened lingered. It had only been a couple months into the relationship when the realization that their previous partner didn't really have much in common with Ten and was only there to attempt to win Kun's heart for themselves came to light. The wounds of betrayal were healed but the scars were still there, especially when it came to Kun's heart. 

Ten worried that Kun would be reluctant to accept her because of how much she and Kun actually had in common, but as you opened the glass door and entered with a jingle of the bell above the threshold, Ten's worries seemed to melt away and he found himself smiling with a big Cheshire cat grin as you stepped up to the counter.

He watched as you place your drink order, pouting at the empty spot in the glass pastry case where your favorite was supposed to be, as if you didn't already know what was tucked away safely just for you. 

Arms crossed over his waist, he eyed you while you thanked the clerk and headed over to your usual table tucked away in the corner.

An audible chuckle left him, causing his employee to glance back at him with a puzzled expression before he followed Ten's gaze over to where you sat.

"If you need me I'll be talking to my friend just over there." He explained as he stepped into the kitchen briefly to grab the treat he'd saved for you.

As you sat in the corner of your new favorite café, you began to go over images from a recent shoot for your latest project when a plate with your favorite pastry was placed on your table.

"Mind if I join you gorgeous?"

You huffed pretending to be inconvenienced by Ten's request.

"Sigh, well, you did come bearing gifts so I guess."

The exaggerated gasp Ten let out caused you to break character and burst out into a fit of laughter. 

"Let's see how funny it is the next time you come in on a late Saturday evening and your favorite treat is not waiting for you."

You scoffed at his threat, "that's impossible, it's your shop, you have to be here"  you said as you shot him a wink. 

It took him a second to catch on, but once he realized what you meant he gave you a sly smirk. Just as he was readying his response he was called to the counter to help with a last minute rush that kept him occupied through the rest of your visit, which you were surprisingly relieved about. Yes, Ten was a shameless flirt, but today you'd actually left him a bit speechless and flustered. You wanted to spend a little more time in the café, but you were more than happy to cut your visit short to let him sit with that feeling until the next time you came. You made sure to send a smile and a wave his way as you made your way out the door just before he finished up with his last customer.

Ten could only hum and smile to himself as he headed home for the night, cooking up a plan to introduce you to Kun without telling his boyfriend who you were. Was it a bit deceptive? Yes, but he didn't want Kun to analyze the hell out of you. He just wanted to see if a connection could happen on it's own without either of you knowing what he was up to, so he asked a simple question once he arrived home.

"Kun, Renjun needs this Saturday off, so can you work the full day with me?"

And just like that Ten's plan was set into motion.

That Saturday Kun, was more than happy to work all day with Ten. Usually he opened alone to prepare all the baked goods for the day and was done by noon, when Renjun came in, but he could power through a long day if it meant seeing Ten be the social butter fly he had come to treasure. It was no wonder to Kun why  business was booming, sure the baked goods and coffee were among the best in the town but he was sure Ten's charismatic nature was a huge selling point.

As the day went on, the sun that shone so brightly  that morning, guiding patrons into the café,  had been covered by thick grey clouds. This certainly explained why the foot traffic had slowed considerably. Ten anxiously watched the clock, worrying that the inclement weather would keep you away this evening. 

Kun's eyes were tired and Ten could see the exhaustion dripping from him. A pang of guilt shot through him as he watched Kun wipe down the counter, all while he was planning to do this exact thing to him again next Saturday if you didn't show up today. Hopeful that you would stick to your routine Ten kissed Kun on the cheek and informed him he'd start cleaning the kitchen in preparation for closing. 

The calm drizzle gave way to a frantic downpour ensuring that the now empty café would probably stay that way through closing. Realizing this, Kun allowed himself to take a rest and pulled up a stool to the counter. Finally off his feet, his eyes began to drift closed. The pattering of the rain against the glass window front had lulled him into a the beginnings of sleep when the familiar chime of the bell that sat over the door rang out, but the sound didn't move a now sleeping Kun, whose head rested on the countertop, supported by his crossed arms.

Ten listened by the kitchen door hoping to hear your familiar voice chatting with Kun, but when there was nothing more than silence he decided to sneak a peek from the small round window of the kitchen doors. He could have melted when he saw you just standing at the counter admiring Kun's sleeping face. He dug his phone out from the utility pocket of his apron and took a quick photo in hopes that one day he'd be able to look back on the moment with the two of you fondly.

You had really considered not stopping off to the café after the meeting with your client, but the promise of a delicious, hot cup of coffee and Ten's flirtatious smile was calling to you, despite the storm. Now inside the welcoming atmosphere of the quaint coffee shop, you'd be lying if you said you weren't a bit disappointed to see he wasn't waiting at the counter for you, but you had to admit this oddly familiar sleeping beauty wasn't too bad either.

"Looks like you've had a long day." You said softly, which earned you a soft hum from the man. You giggled a bit when you realized your greeting didn't do much to wake him, so you let your eyes explore his features admiring the way his lips seemed to have a natural pout as he slept. The man shifted slightly causing his strawberry blonde locs to fall across his face. You frowned at the intrusion and found yourself gently brushing the hair back from his face so you could admire the beauty mark that rested below his eyebrow. You quickly pulled your hand away and cleared your throat to wake him when you realized how much of a creep you were being. 

The sound of you clearing your throat is what woke Kun from his brief slumber. Stumbling and apologizing, Kun jumped to his feet to service you, only to be cemented in place once the disorientation faded and the familiarity of your smile sent a wave of butterflies through him.  A peaceful awkwardness setteled between the two of you before you broke the silence with your order. You watched as he adorably fumbled through punching in your drink order before asking if there was anything else you'd like to order. You took a look over to the empty spot in the glass case before declining with a sigh as you handed over your card for payment. 

It had been about 3 months since Kun had laid eyes on you, the woman that intrigued him and if he was being honest with himself, had never really left his thoughts. Now, as you sat in the corner of the café he struggled to keep his composure. Despite his nerves he successfully made your coffee and brought it to your table without spilling it, placing it gently in front of you before turning and making a B-line for the kitchen.

Kun stumbled into the kitchen, rushing over to an obviously startled Ten, whisper yelling almost incoherently.

"It's  her!  The corner! The coffee! From the café!"

Despite Kun's frantic spewing of words Ten was able to piece together what he was trying to say, a skill developed over the years of their relationship.

"Wait! Just calm down. Are you trying to tell me that the person you wanted to ask out months ago is the woman sitting at the corner table?"

"Yes." Kun huffed as he tried to calm himself.

Ten could only smile at this outcome, what were the odds that you would turn out to be the same woman Kun had been trying to approach all those months ago?

Before Ten could fill Kun in on the situation the familiar chime of the café bell was heard causing both men to rush out to the counter only to find an empty café.  

Kun laid himself across the counter dramatically, resting his forehead on the countertop, he let out a frustrated chuckle. Ten briefly watched the dramatic display before he casually strolled over to the table to wipe it down finding a note you'd left behind.

"Hey Romeo! She left a note for you." He called as he placed the note on the counter beside Kun. Having quickly read over the note before placing it by Kun, Ten waited patiently for a reaction. Kun quickly picked up the small piece of paper, eyes going wide as he read to himself.

'Sleeping beauty, tell Ten if he doesn't treat his employees better I'll report him for overworking you."

"You know her?"  Kun looked up at Ten, the exhaustion now momentarily forgotten as he excitedly questioned Ten about you while they finished closing up. That night Kun learned your name, what you did for work, how often you came in, that Ten would usually save a special pastry for you, how often he flirted and how you had caught him off guard when you boldy flirted back. Kun found it amusing hearing that you had left Ten a bit flustered during a previous visit. 

For Kun, next Saturday couldn't come soon enough, already more than willing to work all day, for the opportunityto see you again. Ten assured him as he kissed his cheek,  that wouldn't be necessary, he could just come in around the time you usually arrived.

The following Saturday Kun was buzzing with excitement all morning with the thought of finally really meeting you, and by the time Ten arrived at noon kun was practically floating across the café floor as he assisted customers, dimples on full display.

 Ten made his way to the kitchen and just as he looked up from tying on his apron, he was quickly pulled flush with Kun and recieved a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Eww. I can literally taste how smitten you are already."

"Shut up" kun giggled as he tucked Ten's hair behind his ear before stepping away.

"Renjun is coming in early so you can head home and rest a bit before she arrives." Ten chuckled as he sent Kun off.

As the day went on it began to mirror the previous Saturday,  sunny and inviting during the morning but the late afternoon grew grey and dreary. Once again Ten found the café nearly empty due to an approaching storm that threatened to bring much heavier downpours than the last. Concerned, he decided to let Renjun end his shift early to make it home before the storm hit.  

It was only an hour later when Kun walked through the door umbrella drenched and leaking on the floor as he stalked across the café to put it away along with his jacket.

"It's getting bad out there" Kun said as he  grabbed the mop from the utility closet to clean up the trail of small puddles he'd made when he entered the shop.

"Yea, I doubt she'll come today." Ten pouted as he went to wipe down the tables, Kun's expression mimicked his partner's until their pitty party was interrupted by the sound of the café phone ringing.

"I got it!" Kun shouted. "Thank you for calling perfect10n café, I'm Kun how can I- oh! Yes I remember you. Yes we're still open until 8pm. You're where?! No! Stay there I'll come get you! No, really its fine." Kun quickly hung up the phone, grabbed his umbrella and headed for the door but before he could leave Ten grabbed his wrist.

"Where are you going?! It's raining so hard you can barely see!"

Kun quickly explained the situation and Ten's attitude immediately shifted from where do you think you're going? To hurry up and go! Once he knew it was you that needed help.

It was either bad luck or a stroke of luck that caused your car to stall out a couple blocks away from the café, either way, you were grateful that Kun was kind enough to come save you from being stranded in the nearby parking lot that you were able to coast to when your car decided it didn't want to work anymore. It wasn't long before Kun pulled up beside you so that his passenger door was aligned with your door. You grabbed your bag and prepared to dash across the short distance into his car hoping to remain somewhat dry in the process. The task of staying relatively dry was easier than expected because before you had the chance to open your door he was right there with an umbrella, waiting for you.

Once you were comfortably seated in the passenger seat of Kun's car you thanked him for being so kind despite not really knowing you. The ensuing smile that revealed his dimples raised your body temperature as you found yourself wondering how someone could be so attractive.

"I didn't notice the dimples last time, but then again you didn't stick around too long for me to see more than a blur that day." You stated with a playful tone.

Kun, suddenly bashful, apologized for his abrupt departure the first time you met. 

 "Sorry, I wasn't really expecting to see you so I was caught off guard."  

You furrowed your brows at his statement. "Why would seeing me catch you off guard? You really weren't expecting anymore customers huh?"  You laughed, but before he could answer, his phone rang and he had never been more relieved in his life. He apologized and quickly answered the call.

You could hear Ten's voice on the other line, seemingly filled with concerned. Kun gave words of reassurance, as he checked his surroundings before backing out of the parking spot. Abruptly the car came to a halt once again when the annoying beep signaling that you hadn't fastened your seatbelt sounded. You're sure it was on instinct that Kun leaned across you to reach your seatbelt, but unbeknownst to either of you, it was stuck in the door. Kun seemed to be clueless as to how close he was to you, too focused on the seatbelt and Ten whom he still had on the phone. Finally noticing the belt was caught in the door he ended the call promising to return soon and quickly opened and shut the door to free it. 

During this battle between Kun, the door, and the seatbelt, you'd noticed a stray raindrop that trailed from his hairline to his cheek. Before you could even consider stopping yourself, you sweetly wiped it away with a swipe of your thumb. 

Now looking down into your eyes he could feel it, a pull, drawing him into you. He knew he shouldn't, he should wait until you knew everything, but he couldn't help getting lost in the moment when you pressed your lips against his. The sound of the seatbelt retracting was followed by the feeling of Kun's hand cupping your face as he kissed you passionately. You couldn't get enough, as you threaded your fingers through the hair at his nape. He seemed to appreciate the action as he groaned at the feeling. You knew you should probably hurry back, the rain was only getting heavier and fogging up the windows with someone that was practically a stranger to you and obviously friends with another man you were in a constant state of flirtation and infatuation with, and who was likey anxiously waiting on the two of you, probably wasn't your best life choice.

You gave a gentle tug to Kun's hair as a signal that you should get going and he relented very reluctantly, but the smile he had as he finally buckled your seatbelt just before wiping the condensation from the windows, both melted your heart and pained it.

The guilt of what you had just been doing was starting to set in as you walked into the café tucked into Kun's side as he attempted to keep you both as dry as possible under his umbrella. 

The chime of the bell signaled Ten of your arrival like it had done so many times before. You felt your heart flutter at the sight of Ten rushing out from the back with towels for the both of you to dry off with, knowing that you'd both be a little wet when you made it back.

Ten quickly grabbed the hands of the two of you, to lead you both to a table where he had set out hot bowls of soup, warm bread, and hot tea for all of you. You were a ball of anxiety thinking about what would happen if Ten started his usual flirting in front of Kun. You did your best to play it cool as Ten chatted with you about what happen to your car, but your nerves kicked into overdrive the minute Kun began to speak and you noticed the way Ten's eyebrows furrowed as he stared at Kun. You took one look at Kun and knew the jig was up. There he sat in all his deceptive glory chatting happily to Ten with your lip tint smudge on the corner of his mouth. You hoped he would let it go, that he would write it off as his imagination, but you wouldn't be that lucky today.

"Kun, you've got something on the side of your mouth." He mumbled as he handed Kun a napkin. 

At this point if you hung your head any lower you'd drown in your soup, but you couldn't bring yourself to lift your head and take the chance that he'd be looking right at you.

"So, what exactly took you so long to get back?" 

At that question you shot upright effectively spilling your soup all over the front of your shirt. Kun quickly grabbed the towel from his shoulders to help clean you up.

"Shit!" You hissed. You were thankful the soup had cooled a bit since you first sat down but now you had the nastiest looking stain on your top. 

"Come." Was all Ten said as he held his hand out to you. "We'll be back, you can finish eating. I'm gonna get her cleaned up."

You again felt a flutter in your chest as you took his hand and followed him into the kitchen.

"Sit" He said as he pulled a stool next to the sink, then disappeared into what you assumed was an office, emerging moments later with a forest green shirt that matched his own.

"Put this on. Give me your top and I'll toss it in the wash."

He was being short with you, his tone carried a hint of irritation, and you knew why. You couldn't blame him, and you felt guilty about it, and that you should explain, just to get it out in the open. Taking a deep breath you reached out, tapping him to get his attention since he'd turned his back to give you some privacy to change. He shot you a questioning look over his shoulder.

"Are you ok? You seem upset." 

That was a stupid question and you knew it, he did too, so it was no surprise when he let out an exasperated chuckle just before whipping around to face you.

"Do I?" 

He was moving closer now.

"Hmmm, I wonder why you'd think I'm upset." You were caged in now, Ten's nose ghosting over the side of your face as he moved closer to your ear. "Could it be because I've been chasing you for over a month and yet Kun's the one wearing your lipstick on his face?" 

A shiver ran up your spine as Ten nipped your earlobe and continued to whisper. 

"How foolish of me to be worried about you being soaked by the storm when it was probably Kun that got you wet." There was a tense moment of silence before he spoke again. "We'd better get you out of this before that stain sets." 

One by one you felt the buttons of your blouse being undone.

"I can't blame you, he's handsome, charming and his dimples only add to his appeal. People are suckers for dimples" Each compliment he paid to Kun was punctuated with a kiss along your neck.

"You're not upset anymore?" You sighed as you felt him pull the soup soaked top down your arms, letting it fall beside the stool.  

For the first time since you'd stepped into the café  you felt relaxed as Ten handed you a warm towel to wipe the soup from your skin.

"I think it's time I stop playing this cat and mouse game and we all have a talk." He said as he left you to finish dressing in the kitchen.

You weren't sure what that statement meant exactly but your mind was running wild with ideas. The one thing you knew for sure was it sent a rush of excitement through you and that feeling only intensified when you stepped out to find both men leaning against the counter waiting for you.

"You know this shirt is pretty cute on me, maybe I should work here partime." You said in an attempt to break the tension.

Kun just sucked his teeth and shook his head. "I don't think so, we'd never get anything done." 

"Agreed, it's hard enough working with you." Ten said as he glance over to Kun.

"In case you haven't notice our Ten has a jealous streak." Kun grinned.

"Well, would you like seeing random people flirt with me every day?" Ten asked as he walked over to you, perching his chin on your shoulder, and wrapping his arms around you from behind.

Your eyes fluttered closed as Ten nuzzled into your neck, but they flew open the minute you felt Kun's presence in front of you.

"I knew from the moment I saw you in that coffee shop months ago that Ten would like you."

With those words you understood why Kun seemed so familiar. You'd took notice of him in a different café months ago, his hair was shorter then and darker.

"I'm gonna be up front from now on. Kun's my boyfriend and he's wanted you from the moment he saw you, I guess you could say the same for me." Ten backed away to give you space so you didn't feel uncomfortable and to let you process what he'd just said.

"Wanted me?  In what way?" You questioned, hoping that their interest in you wasn't just physical.

Ten was quick to clear up any misconceptions. "Every way. We're not looking for a casual hook up if that's what you think. We want a relationship with you."

"We're not going to pressure you. It's a lot to take in, and you don't have to give us an answer today or even a week from now. We'll give you the time you need to think it over, to get to know us outside of the café." Kuns soft voice was soothing and reassuring, pulling you in, and like a moth to a flame you went to him, beckoning for Ten to follow.

You turned in Kun's arms, watching as Ten crept up to you with a cat-like sultryness.

"Good choice." He hummed as he made it over to you. His grin sending waves of arousal through you as he neared your lips finally kissing you the way he's daydreamed about while watching you at your favorite table typing away.

He was intoxicating, they both were. You tangled your hands in his hair and gave a gentle tug before pulling away, earning a soft groan from him in protest of you needing to breathe. He didn't sulk for long, as Kun was ready to pick up where you left off.  You began to slide your hand from behind Ten's head, but he quickly stopped you.

"Don't" they said in unison. 

There you stood between two men, molding together as hands explored bodies and soft breaths became a mix of desperate panting and needy whines, mostly from Ten. You had been so enthralled in the moment you'd forgotten where you were, until a flash of lightning illuminated the street outside. You were now fully aware that you were pressed between two men, kissing, touching, feeling eachother in a café with a glass storefront. Anyone brave enough to be outside in this storm could easily see what was taking place. Despite their protests you pulled your hand from Ten's hair and pulled away just enough to interrupt the moment.

"The windows."

Ten just smilled as he pulled you flush with him again. "What about them?" He grinned.

You rolled your eyes knowing your only hope at a sensible reaction to what you were saying would come from Kun. 

You turned to Kun who was already beaming at you.

"Someone could see."

Clicking his tongue Ten made his case as to why nobody would be stupid enough to be out in that storm, but he eventually came up with a compromise and cut all the lights off in the place. You were much more comfortable with this. Ten got to live out his very obvious fucking in public fantasy and you didn't have to risk ending up on the internet if someone happened to pass by, though you were sure not a soul was out.

"Can we finish dry humping eachother now?" He asked arms crossed and devilish grin plastered on his face.

You leaned your back into Kun, reaching back to lock your fingers behind his neck, and sent a grin that mimicked his own back to Ten.

"Dry? I haven't been anywhere near dry since I made out with your boyfriend in the car."

You were working him up, you could tell by the mischievous glit in his eyes as he watched you grind your ass against Kun, earning a groan from the man behind you before he dropped his head to nip at your neck.

You thought you'd tease Ten, that he'd pounce on you the minute you softly moaned his name as you continued to grind against Kun, while he gently nipped your shoulder, but Ten was enjoying the show. His eyes roamed your body from bottom to top before locking eyes with Kun's. 

" looks like Ten wants a litte preview, should we give it to him?" 

The instant you agreed  Kun's  fingers were getting to work undoing the button on your jeans and sliding them down.  You stepped out of them as you turned to face Kun, drapping your arms over his shoulders before diving in to kiss him. Kun ran his hands up your thighs, over the curve of your ass and gave it a squeeze. A soft whine was heard from behind you followed by the clank of Ten's belt hitting the floor. You broke the kiss in favor of seeing what was going on behind your back. Kun rested his chin on your shoulder, exploring the softness of your thighs while you both watch as Ten slowly rubbed himself through his boxers.

"So fucking pretty."

Your whispered praise didn't go unnoticed as Ten threw his head back and gave himself a firm squeeze at your words.

"Seems you've learned one more thing about our lover."

"OUR lover" Kun's words dripped over you like warm honey and pooled between your thighs. 

"Tell him, tell him what you're thinking." Kun encouraged. 

You licked your lips before speaking. "I've been wondering, if he taste as good as he looks?"

Kun let out a chuckle and Ten's eyes snapped open to glare at him.

"He does look delicious, doesn't he?" 

Satisfied with Kun's answer, Ten closed his eyes once more, finally dipping his hand into his boxers to free himself as you showered him with praise.  The more you feasted on the sight of Ten stroking himself the more you wiggled against Kun.

Seeing how aroused you were Kun decided to finally dip his hand down the front of your panties, humming in satisfaction at how drenched you were. You bit your lip to keep quiet not wanting to disturb Ten, but Kun and your pussy had other plans. The wet squelching of  Kun's fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy quickly got Ten's attention.

"You're so fucking wet, listen to you soaking my fingers." Kun said playfully.

You let out a whimper at his words but it was almost missed, drowned out by the moan Ten let out.  You could feel your orgasm quickly approaching and when Ten focused in on you. Your knees were near  buckling as he watched kuns fingers burried in your pussy and down your throat giving you both a devilish grin.

 Looking deep into your eyes he began to taunt you as he continued to stroke himself. "Look at you, I chased you for over  a month and for what? For you to become my boyfriend's slut all because he flashed  his dimples. I can't even concentrate on fucking my hand because your pussy is so fucking wet it's all I can hear.

Tens words had you squeezing Kun's fingers. 

A soft chuckle fell from Kun's lips "Looks like I learned something about our baby. She likes when you're a little mean." 

Kun pulled his hand from your dripping pussy and beckoned for Ten to come clean your mess from his fingers. Ten's lithe fingers gripped at your waist as he stood before you. You watched with bated breath as he opened his mouth obediently, letting Kun place his two fingers that were covered in your release on his tongue. Ten hummed at the taste of you, grabbing Kun's wrist to keep him from pulling away as he greedily cleaned his fingers pushing them all the way down his throat before one last suck, punctuated with a pop.

"That good?" Kun chuckled.

Ten ignore Kun's question for now, instead he released the grip on your waist, snaked his hand between you legs and plunged his fingers deep inside you, making you rest your head on his chest as his digits curled inside your pussy. Once he was sure you had coated his fingers generously, he pulled them from you to answer Kun's previous question.

"Taste." is all he said as he held out his fingers. You lifted your head to see Kun sucking Ten's fingers clean, finishing with a hum of approval.

You were waiting for Kun to speak, so it surprised you when Ten used his hand to guide you to look at him. 

"I knew you'd taste as good as you look."  he said before kissing you. Ten's kiss was just like everything else about him, sensual, passionate, powerful, and yet still delicate. He had you, you were entranced, it wasn't long before you were laid back on the counter moaning at the feeling of Ten pushing into you as Kun now took his place as the watcher. 

Not even in your wildest dreams would you have ever imagined you'd be fucking Ten on the countertop of you neighborhood café. But here you were, legs wrapped around his waist, arms being held above your head by Kun as he watched with hungry eyes as Ten's dick disappeared deep into your pussy with every thrust.

You looked up at Kun's flushed face hoping he'd pull his eyes away from the show long enough to notice you were trying to get his attention. 

"I think baby wants something." Ten laughed as he watched you stare up at Kun.

" I'm sorry baby, I guess I was enjoying the show too much. What do you need?" He said in the sweetest tone that didn't fit at all with the current circumstances.

"Ki-kiss" You shuddered out, eyes barely able to focus on Kun's pouty lips as he descended to oblige your request.

The kiss was so sweet & gentle, just like his voice whenever he spoke to you. As he endulged in the taste of your lips, almost kissing you breathless, you smiled against his lips when a very loud groan came from Ten. The sight of the two of you kissing so lovingly spurred on Ten's now frantic pace as he thrusted into you wildly chasing his release.

"Oh! ... fuck." He hissed "I'm gonna cum."

Kun pulled away from your lips just enough to catch the sight of Ten with his eyes screwed shut, bottom lip tucked between his teeth, moments away from crashing into his high.

"No." Was all Kun said, eyes locked on a now slow thrusting Ten that was seemingly trying to pull himself together. 

"But I've wanted this for so long." 

"And that's exactly why you shouldn't rush."  Kun whispered before giving you a quick peck and walking around the counter to stand behind Ten.

The sound of a zipper followed by shuffling told you the Kun was undressing. You propped yourself up on your elbows to sneak a peek at Kun in all his glory and you thanked yourself for being so nosey, biting your bottom lip as you watched him stroke himself.

"Perv" Ten giggled, causing Kun to look up and smirk at you.

"Open." Kun softly commanded, and you wasted no time obeying. 

"Get them nice and sloppy for me." he said as he put his fingers in your mouth.

They both watched, mouths agape as they took in the sight of you sucking off Kun's fingers, getting them completely drenched in your saliva. 

You moaned at the feeling of Ten's dick twitching inside you.

"Please" Ten whimpered as he began to thrust shallowly.

Kun giggled before slapping him on the ass with his free hand. " I think that's good darling." He said as he removed his dripping fingers from your mouth.

"Ready?" He spoke softly as he pushed Ten to lean over you. 

A sultry moan fell from Ten's lips as Kun pushed his soaked fingers inside him, preping him for what was to come.

You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter the longer you watched Ten's beautiful face screwed in pleasure from being stretched open, and you weren't the only one that felt it.

"Did you cum?" Ten questioned as he now stared deeply into your eyes.

Kun stopped his actions momentarily, curious of your answer. You laid back suddenly  embarrassed by all of the attention. " no, I'm just really ..."

"Excited." Ten smirked and you covered your face. 

"Hey, none of that. It's hot that you like watching us." Ten said as he leaned down to kiss you.

"And if you cover your face, you'll miss one of my favorite things." Kun smiled as you gave him a questioning look, only to understand what he was talking about the very next second.

You watched as he pushed into Ten and Ten let out the prettiest sound you'd ever heard. That was now one of your favorite things too.

Kun set a slow pace, probably enjoying the sight and sounds of his two lovers losing themselves exploring eachother as he delivered slow gentle strokes to Ten.

"Faster." Ten said as he brought your hand up to place a kiss on your palm.

"Touch me." He demanded as he looked into your eyes. 

"You're spolied" You chided, earning a chuckle from Kun and an eye roll from Ten.

"But you love me anyway, don't you?" Ten questioned as he began to flick his thumb over your pert nipple.

You sighed and let your eyes fall close as Kun began to finally pick up his pace. The symphony of sounds that filled the air was music to your ears, Ten's soft moans mixed with Kun's lower grunts along with the slapping of Kun's hips against Ten's ass was enough to have your head in the clouds, completely thick with lust.  It was all so much but you craved more and as if he could hear your thoughts Kun took one of his hands from Ten's waist and began to rub your clit. You opened your eyes to see Ten staring at you, bottom lip once again  tucked between his teeth. You were hanging on by a thread, and doing your best to keep it together,  but any hope you had of holding on for much longer was diminished the moment Kun spoke one simple word.

"Spit"

And you watched as Ten let it drip from his lips directly onto your clit. The minute Ten's spit made contact Kun continued to rub your clit, with more pressure and speed. 

He was a man on a mission, determined to get you off before he'd let Ten or himself go. His intensity grew with every stroke, it felt like Kun was fucking right through Ten and into you and if his thrust were driving Ten's dick into you to the point that you were screaming both of their names and clawing at Ten's forearms, you could only image how Ten was feeling, experiencing the feeling of both of you at once. If his face was any indication, you'd say he was barely holding on like you.

The scene unfolding before you was so hypnotizing, you watched as Kun wrapped his hand in Ten's hair, pulling his head back to lick up his neck to his ear. You could have forgotten you were a part of it, if it wasn't for the soft slap to your clit.

"You're daydreaming because Kun's taking too long to change the pace aren't you?" Ten groaned.

At that moment Kun delivered a sharp thrust into Ten that cause him to jolt forward burying him deeper inside you. 

You unraveled on the spot clenching around Ten as you screamed their names. The cocky smile Kun sent your way as he picked up the pace had your pussy pulsing around Ten ready to cum again. You let your body rest flat on the counter completly limp and still floating as Ten slung your legs over his shoulders. You'd be wearing pants for weeks until the love bites Ten was littering up and down your calves faded.  

You could feel another orgasm building and the speed in which it was building increased the minute Kun pushed Ten flush against your chest and began to snap his hips into Ten. The new position had everyone's toes curling and for the second time that night you were cuming all over Ten's dick.  A few more thrusts and Ten gasped out that he needed to cum. It was only when Kun sweetly requested that he hold it just a bit longer did you remember he had been holding off until he had permission. This was just one more thing you were learning about their dynamic.

You were spent, limp, completely out of it and nearing overstimulation and it must have been obvious.

"Let's finish this up so we can get to the good part." said Kun as he lifted Ten, moving him from between your legs to rest his upper body against the counter.

You wondered momentarily about what "the good part" was because you were so sure this was it. You slowly sat up to get a better view of them as Kun leaned down to leave kisses between Ten's shoulder blades while burying himself deeper.

" I know you're tired baby, but would you mind getting your knees a little dirty for Ten?" He said as he gave one final kiss to Ten's back.

You were in fact tired but what you wanted more than anything at this moment was to hear the beautiful moan Ten would inevitably let out from his climax, so you did as requested and wedged yourself into the small space created as Ten bent over the counter.

Ten was ready to burst, you could tell by the way he throbbed in your hand just before whimpering at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his tip. Ten's sounds of pleasure gave you the energy boost you needed to go at him with your all. Slowly, you took him into your mouth making sure he hit the back of you throat with every Bob of your head.  You were so focused on sucking Ten's dick until he exploded that you didn't realize he had adjusted his position to where only his forearms rested on the counter, so now he was able to look down at you as Kun delivered steady, yet deep thrust into him, making sure he wasn't so rough that you might get bumped against the counter.

A few more thrusts and head bobs and Ten was practically sobbing from the need to cum. It wasn't much longer after you picked up the pace did you hear Kun reach his peak, as he delivered one last thrust burying himself deep inside Ten, subsequently bringing about Ten's own release.

You sucked Ten dry, making sure to take every drop of him into your mouth that you could. Kun watched you in amusement, seeing you wince slightly, knowing that you now understood why he laughed when you said you wondered if Ten tasted as good as he looked.  On shakey legs Ten let Kun guide him to rest against the counter as he helped you to your feet. You gave him a tight lipped smile before turning to French kiss Ten.

 Almost immediately Ten pulled away from you to spit causing Kun to break out in a fit of laughter.

"Gross!" He hissed.

"Exactly! I thought you were just kidding about not liking fruit but...eat a damn fruit Ten, you taste like battery acid!" You scolded as you watched him wipe his tongue with a napkin.

Kun lead the two of you to the private bathroom in their office to clean up as best you could, it was clear the storm had no intention of letting up anytime soon, so after freshening up a bit the three of you piled onto the couch in the main area with limbs intertwined, delicate fleeting kisses, gentle caresses, and thoughts of your future together, as you watched the raging storm beyond the storefront.

[tenleestories]

Leer » No One But You

[masterfvck]

Introduction post

Who am I?

I don't know either if I'm being honest... Okay okay. My name is Sharpie, and I'm a Kpop NSFW writer. I mostly write smut, yes, but I also write fluff and angst and all other kinds of stuff. I pretty much only write GxG stuff, but I do write G!P!! Often. I occasionally write for NCT(all units) but I am quite new to them 😅 it's the only BG I will write... For now.

I use She/Her pronouns and I am a big dumb useless Sapphic. I love women.

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I can write blurbs, whole fanfics, small or big oneshots, headcanons... Anything.

Just ask me 😋 Don't be afraid to be specific, I love when it's specific 🙏🙏

Blacklisted things

I will not write smut about minors in any way. Keep in mind, these are real people.

No !nc3st. Again, real people. It's weird. Also I have bad experiences with this concept, so it makes me ick

No watersports or scat, just not my thing yk?

Main pairings

Okay so main pairings are the ones who I mostly write for. I will not do minor x adult unless there's like only a 1/2/3 year age gap. But no smut!!

I will write about other ships as well, so you can request other things obviously 😀 I also can do Idol/Reader 🙏

(G)I-DLE

Minqi(Yuqi/Minnie)

2yeon(Soyeon/Miyeon

Sooshu(Soojin/Shuhua)

Stayc

Isayoon(Isa/Yoon)

TWICE

Satzu(Sana/Tzuyu)

Sahyo(Sana/Jihyo)

Dubchaeng(Dahyun/Chaeyoung)

Michaeng(Mina/Chaeyoung)

Dahmo(Dahyun/Momo)

What's Nayeon and Sana's ship name...

Motzu(Momo/Tzuyu)

3mix(Jeongyeon/Jihyo/Nayeon)

AESPA

Ningselle(Ningning/Giselle)

Jiminjeong(Karina/Winter)

Winning(Winter/Ningning)

LE SSERAFIM

Summerz(Chaewon/Kazuha)

Purinz(Yunjin/Chaewon)

Petalz(Kazuha/Sakura)

Hotcoolz(Yunjin/Sakura)

IZ*ONE

Chaekkura(Chaeyeon/Sakura)

Jinjoo(Yujin/Minju)

Yenyul(Yena/Yuri)

Ssamyul(Chaewon/Yuri)

Annyeongz(Yujin/Wonyoung)

Wonnako(Wonyoung/Nako)

Kangbi(Hyewon/Eunbi)

Woolimz(Chaewon/Eunbi)

Newjeans

Note: I only write smut for Hanni and Minji

Bbangsaz(Minji/Hanni)

What's the name for Haerin/Hyein 😢

Danielle/Minji. I know only Catnipz, Bbangsaz and Kittyz for names 💔

Blackpink

Chaennie(Rosé/Jennie)

Chaelisa(Rosé/Lisa)

IVE

Sentimentals(Gaeul/Rei)

2kim(Gaeul/Liz)

Lizrei(Liz/Rei)

Annyeongz(Wonyoung/Yujin)

LOONA

Yvesoul(Yves/Jinsoul)

Lipsoul(Jinsoul/Kim Lip)

Chuuves(Chuu/Yves)

Chuusoul(Chuu/Jinsoul)

Vives(Vivi/Yves)

Mamamoo

Wheebyul(Wheein/Moonbyul)

Moonsun(Moonbyul/Solar)

Hwabyul(Hwasa/Moonbyul)

Wheesun(Wheein/Solar)

ITZY

Chaerji(Chaeryeong/Yeji)

Yuchae(Yuna/Chaeryeong)

Ryuryeong(Ryujin/Chaeryeong)

Ryeji(Ryujin/Yeji)

2Shin(Yuna/Ryujin)

Jinlia(Ryujin/Lia)

YeNa(Yeji/Yuna)

NCT(all units included)

Dotae(Doyoung/Taeyong)

Yuwin(Yuta/Winwin)

Kunwin(Kun/Winwin)

Kunten(Kun/Ten)

Johnmark(Johnny/Mark)

Haeil(Haechan/Taeil)

Winyang(Winwin/Yangyang)

Crossover ships

Jenzuha(Jennie/Kazuha(BP, LSRF))

Chaejeong?? Winwon??(Chaewon/Winter(AESPA, IZ/LSRF)

Ryurina(Ryujin/Karina(ITZY, AESPA))

Ryuwinrina(Ryujin/Karina/Winter(ITZY, AESPA))

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[subbyyang]

Too much of a good thing

CC prompt:   Ten and Kun decide to edge their baby Yangyang but it starts to be too much for the poor boy [Safeword use]

“W-what’s all this for?” Yangyang asked eyeing the silky ribbons, the vibrators and the lube placed on their shared bed. He turned to face Ten and Kun, noticing the hungry looks on their faces.

“You’re always so sensitive, baby...cum so fast from the simplest of touches...” Ten purred next to his ear before leaving a wet kiss to his neck.

“We thought it would be fun to change that with a little edging...” Kun continued, also leaving a kiss on Yangyang’s neck, opposite from where Ten had kissed him.

“Oh, okay...” Yangyang couldn’t help the strange twist in his stomach at their words. Were they not happy with him? Was this punishment?

“Only if you’re okay with it, baby! If you don’t want to do it, we can just forget about it.” Ten said as he moved to face Yangyang, having noticed the uneasiness in his tone.

“No, no! It’s fine, I want to do it!” Yangyang reassured. He was still a little unsure if he had done something wrong or not but having his boyfriends’ hands and attention on him was always good so he decided to just go with it.

Ten pushed their lips together, his hands holding onto his face, his excitement for what was to come palpable. Their mouths moved together in sync and Yangyang moaned when Ten’s tongue was pushed inside his mouth. At the same time Kun pushed himself against his back, biting into the lobe of Yangyang’s ear as he ground his hips against his ass, making Yangyang groan as he felt Kun’s cock harden. Ten’s hands fell from Yangyang’s cheeks to his jeans, hurriedly undoing the button and the zipper, without ever breaking the kiss until Kun pulled his shirt off, Ten taking the opportunity to pull Yangyang’s jeans and underwear down his legs.

“Get on the bed. On your back, baby...” Ten finished his sentence with a kiss to Yangyang’s stomach as he finished helping him get out of his clothes.

Yangyang did as he was told, starting by sitting on the bed and finally lying down against the fluffy pillows after an encouraging nod from Kun.

“Good boy...” Ten praised as he sat on the bed, his hand rubbing up and down Yangyang’s chest and tummy gently, loving the way his skin erupted in goosebumps. “We’re going to tie you up, okay?” Ten asked grabbing onto one of Yangyang’s arms and one of the ribbons at the end of the bed.

Yangyang nodded slowly, his stomach tightening in both nervousness and excitement and watched as Ten took one of his arms and Kun too the other.

“Good? Not too tight?” Kun asked him as he finished carefully tying Yangyang’s wrist to the bedpost.

“It’s good” Yangyang tugged at each of his restraints. They were tight enough to keep him from moving but not so tight that it was painful.

Ten spread Yangyang’s legs apart as he sat between them, Kun placing himself at Yangyang’s side where he could litter his neck and chest in kisses.

Yangyang’s eyes fluttered shut when Kun started by kissing his jaw, moving down towards his neck. He let out a quiet moan when Ten grabbed onto his still soft cock and started to pump him, slowly but firmly, his other hand petting his thigh.

“We have lube, you know?” Kun complained when he saw Ten spitting on Yangyang’s slowly hardening cock as he sped up his movements.

“I know, but Yangie doesn’t mind...do you, baby?” Ten tugged him harder causing him to moan louder as he shook his head. “Besides, it’s not like he’s a stranger to having my saliva on his pretty little cock...” Ten laughed when Yangyang whined and tried to cover his blushing face, only for his wrists to catch on the restraints.

With Ten’s hand pumping him faster and Kun’s mouth sucking bruises onto his neck, Yangyang quickly got fully hard. He felt helpless under their ministrations with his arms tied to the bed but somehow the idea aroused him. The idea that we was being punished still nagged at him but he just pushed it to the back of his mind and decided to concentrate on how good he was feeling. His moans got louder as he got closer to the edge only for Ten to release the grip he had on Yangyang’s cock.

“Not so soon, baby...” Ten laughed when Yangyang whined loudly.

Kun let out a small laugh as well, making Yangyang whine once more. He lifted his head from where it was still sucking a dark bruise onto the skin and pushed his lips against Yangyang’s, effectively shutting him up. Ten looked at the two of them kissing, his eyes softening at how Kun kissed Yangyang so sweetly and lovingly. Yangyang felt himself relax against Kun’s mouth, letting out soft moans at the feeling of Kun’s hands on his cheeks and Ten’s hands petting his thighs.

Ten took the chance that Yangyang was distracted by the kiss to grab onto the vibrator wand and turn it on before pushing it against the head of Yangyang’s cock. Yangyang moaned and spluttered as he tried to pull away from Kun, who just held onto his face tighter so he could kiss his lips one last time.

“Calm down, Yangie...” Kun whispered in Yangyang’s ear, causing him to shiver.

Yangyang took a deep breath, relaxing his hands that had balled into fists. Kun smiled at him proudly and kissed his forehead, loving the little whine that escaped Yangyang’s lips. He went back to spreading kisses on his jaw and neck, one of his hands leaving his cheek so he could play with one of Yangyang’s perky nipples.

Ten kept on pushing the vibrator against the head, only for a few seconds at a time before pulling it away. The room was echoing with Yangyang’s soft moans as Ten and Kun kept on teasing him. After a couple of minutes of just fleetingly teasing the head, Ten pushed the vibrator down the shaft and then around before pushing it all the way back up.

Yangyang’s breathing had picked up, coming out in short pants as Ten kept on teasing his hard cock, all the while praises fell from his lips. He moaned when Kun took one of his nipples into his mouth, his tongue circling it slowly. He was so hard he almost felt lightheaded. He wanted to let go, wanted to let the pleasure wash through his body as he came all over himself. But he had to hold on. That’s what Ten and Kun wanted.

Ten increased the vibrations and went back to pushing it against the head as his free hand moved from Yangyang’s thighs to his balls, fondling them slowly. Yangyang bucked his hips, his eyes closed and mouth hanging open as small moans fell out of him without interruption. He tried to take deep breaths and calm himself down but when Kun’s hand slid down towards his hard cock, his lips still attached to Yangyang’s nipple, he knew he was done for. His abdomen contracted as the pleasure started to spread only for Ten to let go again, pulling Kun’s hand up with him. Yangyang cried out, another loud whimper leaving his lips as tears caught on his lashes.

“Please, please...” Yangyang pleaded causing Ten to stare at him with a fond smile that quickly turned wicked.

“Please what? Want to cum, baby? Is that it?” Ten cooed mockingly as his sharp nails scratched Yangyang’s thighs in a comforting fashion, the duality going straight to his cock.

“So desperate already? It’s so easy to get you riled up, Yangie...” Kun purred in Yangyang’s ear, watching in delight as Yangyang whined, his hips bucking up into the air, desperately looking for some friction. Yangyang was blushing bright red at the remarks, a twinge of shame running down his body. Why couldn’t he control himself around them?

“We have all night, baby boy, take deep breaths...” Ten’s voice was soothing as he leaned down to leave gentle kisses all over Yangyang’s face before finally kissing his lips. Yangyang didn’t wait for Ten to deepen the kiss to push his own tongue against Ten’s lips. He moaned into Ten’s mouth when the other sucked on his tongue slowly before pushing his own tongue inside Yangyang’s mouth.

“You’re both so beautiful...fuck, look at you...” Kun breathed out as he watched his two boyfriends messily kiss before continuing to pepper Yangyang’s neck with kisses. Yangyang’s groan was swallowed by Ten’s mouth when Kun bit into the base of his neck where it connected to his shoulder and then proceeding to lavish the bite in small kitten licks.

With one last peck, Ten pulled away from Yangyang. He couldn’t help but stare at his boyfriend, his kiss swollen lips, the purple bruises on his neck, his fucked out gaze.

He was absolutely beautiful.

He was especially beautiful when he came, his back arching, his eyes closed, his pretty mouth open in the shape of an “o” and Ten couldn’t wait to see him cum tonight. But, for now, they had to wait. Had to drag things a little further so that when they did let Yangyang cum, it would be the most mind numbing orgasm he had ever had.

He handed the vibrator wand to Kun who immediately pushed it againt Yangyang’s nipple, just teasing at first, circling one of them before sliding all the way to the other, repeating this motion over and over again. Ten simply grabbed onto Yangyang’s hard cock and pumped him slowly, making sure to thumb at his slit whenever his hand wrapped around the head.

Little curses fell from Yangyang’s lips, his eyes once again closing in concentration. He needed to calm himself down but they were making him feel so good and soon enough he heard the telltale sound of the lube bottle being uncapped and he didn’t know if he would be able to hold it. He whimpered when he first felt one of Ten’s fingers pushing gently against his hole all the while he kept jerking him with one hand.

Not soon after Ten started to finger him open, Kun pulled the vibrator away from his nipples to go back to pushing it against the head of his cock. By the time Ten had three fingers in him, Yangyang was a moaning mess, his knuckles white from how hard his hands were clenched into fists, his small body thrashing around the bed.

“I’m - I’m gonna cum...” Yangyang cried out.

In less than a second no one was touching him anymore, Ten taking his fingers out of him and Kun pulling the vibrator away. Yangyang let out a pained sound between a whine and a loud whimper as he pulled on his restraints.

“Not until we say you can, Yangie...” Kun’s voice was sweet as he kissed Yangyang’s cheek, causing him to whine quietly. Kun loved the little sounds they could always pull from their boyfriend. He was always so sensitive, so responsive, so sweet for them.

Ten petted Yangyang’s thigh soothingly, watching as his legs trembled under his touch. His hand slid further up towards his cock and Yangyang immediately closed his legs shut, trying to stay away from his touch. He wanted to be good for them, take their punishment well but if Ten touched him again he didn’t know he would resist it.

Kun and Ten shared a look that caused shivers to run down Yangyang’s back and without a word Kun took the pillows from behind his back and managed to rearrange himself so he was sitting behind Yangyang and wrapping his arms around his waist before kissing the back of his head.

Yangyang smiled at the close, intimate contact and relaxed into Kun’s chest. His peace was short lived when he felt Kun grab onto his legs and force them to stay open. He tried to close them again only to feel Kun tighten his hold on him.

“We can’t have you moving around too much, baby...or do you prefer we tie your ankles?

“No, please don’t...” Yangyang said in a small voice as he spread his own legs himself, a little purr escaping his lips when Kun praised him and kissed the side of his neck.

“Open up, baby” Ten had grabbed the second vibrator and lead it to Yangyang’s mouth. He petted his lips with it and waited patiently for him to open his mouth before starting to push it in, slowly as not to push it too deep and hurt him. Yangyang opened his mouth as he innocently stared up at Ten letting him push the vibrator deep in his mouth. He tried to relax his throat but his eyes still watered and his throat constricted when Ten pushed it too far down.

“Don’t push it too far, we don’t want to hurt our baby” Kun cooed when he sensed Yangyang struggling. He licked a stripe up the side of his neck and nibbled on his jaw, causing Yangyang to moan quietly, his mouth still stuffed with the vibrator.

“I guess that’s a lesson for another day...are you feeling okay, baby?” Ten had taken the vibrator out of Yangyang’s mouth and was now petting his cheek with his thumb. It was unfair how pretty he was. One smile from him had everyone bending over backwards to make sure it never disappeared. Ten swore under his breath and lunged forward to kiss Yangyang sloppily when he nodded at him and smiled.

Yangyang watched warily as Ten grabbed the lube and applied some to the already wet vibrator. His eyes fluttered shut and he leaned back against Kun when Ten used one hand to spread him open as the other started pushing it in.

Yangyang nearly cried when Ten bottomed out and then turned on the vibator. He had been hard since they began teasing him and now, having a vibrator pushing so deliciously against his prostate, wasn’t helping the situation. His hard cock bobbed against his tummy, spreading clear liquid on his contracted stomach.

“P-please, please let me cum, please...pl-please...”

Ten left the vibrator in as he picked up the wand vibrator. Kun held on tightly to Yangyang’s legs, whispering praises and soothing words in his ear as Ten pushed it up to the head of Yangyang’s pretty cock.

Ten and Kun kept bringing him close to the edge only to stop at the last second, effectively driving him crazy. There were tears falling freely down his cheek and sobs wrecked his body. He needed to cum, he couldn’t handle it anymore.

Kun was biting onto his neck, holding onto his thighs so tightly there were palm shaped bruises. Ten turned on the vibrator in his ass once again and circled the head with the wand.

Yangyang wanted to scream. And not in a good way.

It was too much. Everything was hurting and his boyfriends’ touch was lighting his skin on fire. He didn’t want to cum anymore. He just wanted to stop.

“S-stop, please...no, stop...” Yangyang cried between sobs.

Ten and Kun’s touches faltered but didn’t stop causing Yangyang’s sobs to get louder.

“No more, pl-please...st-strawberry, strawberry!”

“I’m so sorry, baby!” Yangyang sobbed again, this time in relief when Kun and Ten immediately stopped touching him. Ten threw the vibrator wand away before carefully pulling the other vibrator out of Yangyang’s ass.

“Oh, Yangie...we’ve got you, baby. Help me untie him.” Kun said. In a second both him and Ten were hurrying to untie his wrists, cringing at the bright red marks around them. Even though they hadn’t tied him too tight, he thrashed around so much he had gotten some friction burns.

“Was it too much, baby?” Ten asked concerned. He had never seen Yangyang like this.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry...” Yangyang kept saying as he nodded, repeating the words over and over like a mantra as tears kept falling. It was like a dam had been broken and he couldn’t stop himself from crying.

“What are you apologizing for? You did nothing wrong, baby...” Ten wanted to just pull his boyfriend into a protective hug but he didn’t know if Yangyang wanted to be touched at the moment. “Can we touch you?”

Yangyang nodded towards Ten once again and Ten scooped him in his arms before setting him on his lap. He petted his back as calming shushing sounds left his lips.

“I-I’m sorry...” Yangyang said when he had stopped sobbing.

“There’s no need to apologize, Yangie. We’re so proud of you for using your safeword, baby...” Kun said softly. He had made a quick trip to the bathroom to fetch some cream for the burns and was now sitting next to Ten, carding his fingers through Yangyang’s hair.

“B-but I wasn’t good for you, didn’t take the punishment well...” Yangyang’s eyes were once again filling with tears.

“Punishment? Baby look at me...did you think you were being punished?” Ten pulled away so he could look at Yangyang in his eyes.

“Y-you said I always came too fast and that’s - that’s why you were edging me...” Ten’s heart clenched when he saw the vulnerable look in Yangyang’s face.

“Baby, Yangie, no...no, that’s not what we meant! You weren’t being punished...come here” Kun patted his own thigh, him and Ten helping Yangyang change from one lap to the other. He wrapped his arms tightly around his waist and pulled him closer as his chin went to rest on Yangyang’s shoulder.

“And even if you were getting punished, you should still always use your safeword if you need to, baby...” Ten still had a comforting hand drawing circles on Yangyang’s back. “You did so good for us, I’m so proud of you...” Ten whispered before leaving a small kiss on his shoulder.

“And we love how sensitive you are...we would never want to change that...” Kun’s voice was soft as he continued to embrace Yangyang tightly. He felt so guitly over causing his boyfriend any distress and now he wanted nothing more than to keep him in his lap and comfort him for the rest of the day.

“Talk to us, baby...how are you feeling?” Ten continued to talk calmly, never stopping the soothing circles on Yangyang’s back.

“I’m feeling better, I just got overwhelmed...” Yangyang said as he lifted his head from Kun’s shoulder. Kun’s arms around him were warm and cozy and he didn’t want them to let go.

“That’s good, baby...now let’s take care of you, have some water...” Ten caressed Yangyang’s face as he passed him a bottle. Yangyang hadn’t realized until then how thirsty he was, gulping down the water, some of it running down his chin.

“So messy...” Kun cooed as he wiped Yangyang’s chin. Yangyang gave him a small smile and Kun pulled him into a gentle kiss, one hand sliding up to play with the little hairs at the nape of his neck.

The kiss was slow and sweet, not lasting more than a couple of seconds before Kun pulled away, a dopey smile on his lips. He arranged Yangyang so he was still sitting on his lap but with his back leaning against his chest.

“Those restraints really did a number on your wrists, baby...does it hurt?” Ten looked at Yangyang’s wrists, carefully turning the hands to one side and the other so he could get a better view.

“I guess it hurts a little, but not too much...ah!” Yangyang finished the sentence with a pained gasp when Ten touched the red skin directly. He blushed as he looked at Ten guiltily.

Ten shared the cream between him and Kun so that each could take one of Yangyang’s hands and spread the cream gently. Yangyang relaxed against Kun’s chest, loving the attention he was being showered with. He couldn’t help the little pleased sighs that came out of him at the cooling sensation of the cream against his skin.

“All done, baby boy...feeling good?” Ten finished applying the cream before leaving a small kiss at the back of Yangyang’s hand.

“Yes, good...but sleepy...” Yangyang yawned as a way to prove his point.

“Let’s sleep then. We’ll worry with showering later...” They all arranged eachother so Yangyang was lying down sandwiched between Ten and Kun, their legs messily intertwined. They kept leaving kisses to the top of his head and to his cute cheeks, Ten carding his fingers through Yangyang’s hair as Kun petted his tummy.

Yangyang had a soft smile on his face as he pulled his boyfriends closer. He felt so comfortable, his body light and mind foggy. In no time he was falling asleep, a whispered “I love you” the last thing he heard before it all turned to black.

[kjmsupremacist]

everything (kun/ten)

REQUEST (closed, sorry!) for anon: “I would literally cry if you could write some kunten for us maybe with kun as a sub or a power bottom.”   |   Kun finds himself crushing on a guy he never thought he'd even be friends with. What's worse, they're roommates. What's worse still, Kun didn't know until now that he likes boys.

Characters: Kun, Ten

Genre: oneshot, smut, college au

Warnings: power bottom kun (kinda sorta it ended up nicer than i intended sowwy), idk man it’s very sweet there’s little to warn

Rating: Explicit

Length: 4.6k

Kun thinks he actually has the most shit luck in the entire world.

And no, he’s not talking about the way his clothes rack collapses every other week, nor the time he got smacked so hard in the head by an errant frisbee that he’s pretty sure it caused a significant reduction to his IQ—like, statistically significant. He’s talking about his love life—or more accurately, the complete lack of it.

The real kicker… well. There’s more than one, really. It’s more like a series of unfortunate events, that went like so:

Kun makes friends with people who have terrible taste

He meets his friends’ friends, and one of them he swears has to be the most annoying person in the whole world for except maybe Donghyuck or Yangyang

Unfortunately, this guy is twice as pretty as he is obnoxious

Despite the fact that he is obnoxious, he’s actually really nice, so they end up hanging out, a lot

Kun realizes that he’s helplessly head over heels in love with him when it’s much too late

Oh, and postscript, Kun didn’t realize he liked boys until this happened. 

So he thinks he has pretty shit luck. This saga has basically been his entire college experience thus far, and as someone nearly two months into his sophomore year, he thinks it’s pretty pathetic.

He’d only worked up the miserable hopelessness to tell Doyoung about it over the summer, when it was further away but also the only thing he could think about. He’d expected Doyoung to laugh at him, but he must have seemed pretty fucking depressed, even over FaceTime, because Doyoung didn’t laugh.

“That’s a lot to handle, Kun,” he said. “I mean, for you. Not for me. I’m glad you told me. How can I help you?”

Kun took the lack of laughter as permission to be a weeping lump of despair. “You can’t,” he complained. “No one can. It’s embarrassing enough that he and I ended up good friends. And roommates next year! Me from last fall would be tearing campus apart in rage.”

Doyoung snorted then, but it wasn’t at him. “What if you told him?”

“Absolutely not,” Kun said. “There’s no way he likes me back, and then I’d have to put in a request to move rooms. And come sleep on your floor every night in the meantime.”

“You wouldn’t be on the floor,” Doyoung said. “Taeyong’d feel bad and let you cram into his bed with him.”

“That’s worse, Taeyong doesn’t sleep as it is!”

So he’d gone into this school year with the resolve to Fucking Get Over It. 

It has not been going well.

Now that they’re roommates, Kun sees everything. It would have been easier if Ten was just some guy he saw sometimes across the room during lecture. It was easier last year, when Kun had a private, non-Ten space to decompress. But now it’s all the time, and Kun sees everything. He sees Ten shirtless and pantless, sees him fresh out of the shower and fresh out of bed and fresh off a tough exam. He sees him early in the morning for their 8ams, and late at night coming home from a hard practice session in the studio. Kun knows all his looks, knows what his happiness looks like, knows what his pain looks like, too.

Worse, Ten also sees everything. Ten has always been perceptive. When Kun first realized that Ten wasn’t as bad as he’d thought, he had apologized for treating him coldly and without consideration. Ten apologized for being a pain in the ass. And then Kun asked him why he’d never given up on being friends, or lashed out.

“You didn’t mean it,” Ten said, “not really. And I could tell that you’re actually very kind.”

“How?” Kun asked, curious.

“It’s in the eyes,” Ten said, simply, like it wasn’t one of the most oddly tender things someone had ever said to Kun. “You have gentle eyes.”

Ten could always tell with Kun, got good at knowing him from the start. This is the only secret Kun has ever managed to keep from him, and some days when Ten is extra flirty (as a joke, the rational side of Kun is pretty sure), he isn’t even certain he’s succeeded in hiding it. And now that Ten has access to him twenty-four-seven, there are more opportunities for Kun to crack, more chances for the truth to slip through.

And Kun is cracking.

Halloweekend is what makes him give up hope. Because one night, Ten appears in a pretty little Alice in Wonderland costume, complete with stockings and a wig, and it’s like the final nail in Kun’s coffin. He watches Ten twirl, his mouth going dry as he takes in the peek of thigh and the pretty makeup. Ten is entrancing, beautiful; everything Kun wants.

“How do I look?” Ten asks him, doing a little pose.

“Do you have the shrinking potion, too?” Kun replies. “A tiny you would be much more manageable. I could put you in a time-out jar when you’re bad.”

Kun decides that the best way to go about it is to start distancing himself. At least that way, there’ll be less friendship to miss after the inevitable fallout, when Ten realizes what’s going on. Kun sleeps late and wakes early, changing his schedule to dodge Ten, making up excuses about office hours, extra lab work, whatever his brain can come up with on the fly. 

It takes a week for Ten to confront him. Kun was hoping for more but pessimistically expecting less, so he supposes it’s fair enough. He comes back to their room one day to see Ten perched on the edge of his bed, watching the door, waiting for him.

“Hey,” Kun says, trying to be casual and probably failing. 

“Hey.” Ten’s tone is gentle, but concerned. Of course it is. “What’s going on? You’ve been weird all week. Did I do something? I don’t think I’ve been any more annoying than usual, so it can’t be that.”

“I’m glad you admit you’re annoying,” Kun says, not looking at him as he slings his jacket over the back of his chair. “It’s long overdue.”

“Kun, I’m being serious.”

“Nothing’s wrong, Ten,.” Kun tries. Now that he’s confronted with it, he fights. If he was going to tell Ten—and he was, he was—it wasn’t meant to be like this. He doesn’t want to tell him like this.

No such luck. “Don’t bullshit me,” Ten says. “Sit down.” Kun sits. “Look at me.” Kun looks. “Something is wrong. What is it?”

“Nothing,” Kun says. “It’s nothing. We’re fine. I’m fine.”

Kun thinks Ten might raise his voice now, or express frustration. What he doesn’t expect is a soft hand on his knee. “Kun, it’s me,” Ten says, quiet now and also a little hurt, but muffled, like he’s trying really hard to hide it. “It’s me, you can tell me. You can tell me anything.”

“I can’t tell you this,” Kun says, maybe pleads. “Not this.”

“I promise you, whatever it is, I’m not gonna get mad. I swear.” Ten pauses, then adds, “I mean, unless you killed my sister or something, then I might be upset. Did you kill my sister?”

Despite himself, Kun lets out a huff of laughter. “No, I didn’t kill your sister.”

“So what is it?”

Forget cracking; Kun crumbles. “Fuck it,” he mutters. “Okay. Um, I think I like boys,” he begins, because he needs to get that out of the way for the real problem to make sense.

Ten looks taken aback. “Oh,” he says slowly. “I mean, welcome to the club.”

Kun watches him for a second. It’s in the eyes, Ten had said. You have gentle eyes. Kun thinks he gets it now. Ten’s eyes are apprehensive, shadowed with uncertainty and what Kun thinks might be fear. “I think I like boys,” he repeats, “and I think I like you.”

“Oh,” Ten says, understanding dawning. Kun braces for the ensuing awkwardness or maybe anger, but Ten is silent.

Kun can’t stand it. “I’m sorry,” he rushes out. “I shouldn’t have—agreed to room with you, knowing. It’s just that it’s all really weird and confusing, and the one part I’m not confused about is that it’s you. I’m really sor—”

Ten grabs his hands, which he’s been using to gesticulate wildly as he talks. “Hey, woah, okay. You don’t have to apologize. Don’t apologize.”

“I don’t?” This isn’t what Kun expected, and now he feels completely and utterly lost. 

“No,” Ten says, “not when I spent the last year pining after you.”

Now it’s Kun’s turn to be surprised. “Oh,” he says stupidly. “Me?”

“Yeah, you.” Ten drops their hands to their laps, but he doesn’t let go. “I thought you were always just… gonna be my biggest what-if, you know, like what would have happened if you weren’t straight? But…” When he looks at Kun, his expression is shy. Another thing to be surprised about. Ten is rarely shy. “I guess I don’t have to do that anymore.”

Kun’s breath leaves his body in a great whoosh, and he feels like collapsing onto his bed. “I’m so glad I don’t have to sleep on Taeyong and Doyoung’s floor,” is all he can think to say, and Ten laughs, bright and bemused.

“What?” he forces out between peals of laughter.

“I thought you were gonna hate me, or at least be uncomfortable. I thought I would have to move out, but that takes a while so I thought I was going to have to go find somewhere else to sleep in the interim, and Doyoung and Taeyong’s room just seemed like the most logical conclusion,” Kun explains weakly.

“No,” Ten giggles, “no sleeping on the floor. I like you here.”

“Yeah?” Kun asks softly.

“Yeah. Can I kiss you?” Ten’s already leaning in, already so close Kun can feel him, smell him; the gentle heat of his body, the light, earthy sweetness of his cologne. 

“Yeah,” Kun says, closing his eyes.

Ten is gentle at first, waiting for Kun to meet him somewhere in the space between their bodies, but once Kun starts kissing back, he surges forward, hungry, letting go of Kun’s hands in favor of bracing himself against the mattress to help him balance. Kun takes the opportunity to hold Ten’s face, cupping his jaw and running clumsy thumbs over the hollows of his cheeks.

There’s something insistent about the way Ten kisses that makes Kun believe him completely—that he’s been thinking about this for as long as Kun has; that he wants him, has wanted him, secretly and silently, just as Kun has.

Ten’s hands find the front of Kun’s shirt now; he splays a palm on Kun’s chest and presses against the hard muscle, making a happy noise of pleasure against Kun’s lips. 

“What,” Kun asks breathlessly.

“I want you,” Ten replies. “Do you want me?”

Do you want me? Kun thinks, with a significant degree of embarrassment, of all the times he’s jerked off in the shower to the thought of Ten. 

Ten is watching him closely; he must see something in his eyes, because he lets out a delighted cackle. “Oh, you do, you do, you’ve imagined it, haven’t you?” It should sound like an accusation but Kun doesn’t hear malice there, just joy.

“Yes,” he admits. “It was hard not to.”

“I did, too,” Ten confesses, still smiling. He’s so beautiful, eyes sparkling, cheeks pink, lips shining with spit. “I imagined everything. What did you imagine?”

“Everything,” Kun whispers.

“Tell me.” Ten runs his hand down Kun’s torso, then lower still, ghosting his fingers over the tent that’s beginning to form in Kun’s pants. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

Kun flips through all the scenarios he’d built in his head, all the little made-up scenes, trying to decide which one to bring into reality. “I want you to fuck me,” he says quickly, before he can convince himself not to. “Will you fuck me?”

Ten is nodding before he’s done talking. “Yeah, okay. Do you—I mean, have you—”

Kun arches an eyebrow at him, trying to use sarcasm to cover his nerves. “Your fingers are not going to be the first things going up my ass, if that’s why you’re trying to ask me.”

Ten hits him with a closed fist, light and painless. “Don’t be rude just because you’re anxious. Go clean up. I’ll find my condoms.”

When Kun comes back from the bathroom, Ten has done more than find his condoms. He’s dimmed his lights and changed them to a soft blue-green. He’s closed the blinds, too, blocking out the harsh gleam of the streetlight outside, and any prying eyes that could be watching. He’s also rearranged Kun’s bed a little, blankets bunched up by the pillows for more neck support. He’s sitting still fully clothed, turning an unopened condom over and over in his hands, bottle of lube lying next to his thigh. 

Kun smiles at the sight. Ten’s nervous too, even though he was just making fun of Kun for it. 

Ten sees the smile. “What is it?” he asks.

Kun hangs up his towel and wanders over to Ten, bending over him and giving him a kiss. “You,” he says. “We’ve been silly, I think,”

“Yes. I’d like to quit it now.” Ten pulls him down to the mattress, pushing him when his knees land next to the bottle of lube. “Go, lie down.”

Kun obeys, only lingering to kiss Ten again. Now that he has him, now that he knows he’s allowed, now that he’s no longer so scared, it’s all he wants to do. To make up for it to himself, maybe. 

Ten seems to share the sentiment. As soon as the back of Kun’s head hits his pillows, Ten is on top of him, running a hand through Kun’s hair, the other sneaking under his shirt to rest against his belly, lips already on Kun’s again, impatient and greedy. 

Kun likes that a lot. Ten can be greedy with him.

Kun lets his hands explore on their own, not really thinking about it. They travel up Ten’s sides, pushing his t-shirt up as they go until Ten breaks the kiss so he can sit back and tug his shirt off, and oh, wow, because Kun has seen Ten naked a thousand times before but not like this, never like this. He sits up, nearly dislodging Ten, and leans in to press his lips to the sharp line of Ten’s collarbone. 

Ten is wrestling with Kun’s t-shirt now; Kun raises his arms obediently and lets him pull it off and fling it to the floor, like it’s offended him. “You’ve got a nice body, Kun,” Ten says, “I’ve always thought so. I thought so the first time I saw you, I couldn’t stop staring at your arms. There’s something comfortable about you, sturdy.” He presses a flat palm to one of Kun’s pecs. And then he squeezes, giggling when Kun makes an indignant sort of noise. “I always wanted to do that. You and your anime girl titties.”

“Do you know how unsexy that is?” Kun groans, and Ten laughs again.

“Yeah, but the rest of me makes up for it, doesn’t it?” he says, and Kun can’t argue with that. Besides, Ten is kissing him again, so it wouldn’t even matter if he tried. 

Their pants go next, mostly Ten’s doing; one minute he’s kissing Kun and the next he’s undressing them, and all Kun can do is struggle out of his jeans as best he can. He’s still not sure it’s hit him, that the first massive crush he’s ever had was actually reciprocated, that he has Ten here in his bed, that this will probably happen again. Many more times. 

“Oh my god, Kun,” Ten says, drawing his attention back. “Next time, you’re fucking me because oh my god.”

Kun covers his face with his hands to hide the embarrassed heat on his cheeks. “Shut up,” he mumbles. “Shut the fuck up and prep me.”

“Absolutely not, not until I blow you,” Ten says primly, pausing for Kun to shift his fingers from his eyes so he can nod yes. All Kun sees is the quick pink of his tongue before he ducks his head and all he can see is the shiny black of his hair. And then he can’t see anything at all, eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of Ten’s mouth on his cock.

Kun unpeels his hands from his face and winds his fingers through Ten’s hair instead, trying so hard not to buck his hips up into Ten’s mouth. Ten swirls his tongue around Kun as he takes him deeper and then deeper still. His breathing is even and slow, despite the fact that Kun can feel the constriction of Ten’s throat at his tip when he swallows. 

“Slow down,” Kun hisses. “You’ll choke.”

Ten gives a nearly imperceptible shake of his head, making a dissenting sort of sound. The vibration of his voice makes Kun’s head spin. As if he’s trying to prove a point, he takes Kun even deeper. His nose brushes against the wiry curls of Kun’s pubes, and Kun realizes the head of his cock is knocking against the back of Ten’s throat. Ten does gag now, but it’s soft and nonthreatening, so Kun doesn’t argue anymore, just lets Ten hollow his cheeks and ruin Kun for anybody else. At least, he’s pretty sure. 

Point now proven, Ten stops pushing his body to the limit and backs off a little so he can bob his head more comfortably. He gets messy quickly, spit thick and glistening even in the low light, but Kun doesn’t mind, and Ten doesn’t, either. 

Kun has to push him off only minutes later, already too close. He wants it to last; he wants this giddy sort of joy to stay a while. “You can do it again,” Kun says when Ten gives him a disappointed look, “literally anytime you like, Ten, but I really want you to fuck me now.”

Ten wipes his mouth with the back of a delicate hand, lashes fluttering prettily. “Anytime I like?”

“I take that back,” Kun says immediately. “We’ll talk about it. Could you prep me now? Please?”

Ten finally acquiesces, reaching around for the lube. “Well, since you’re begging,” he says.

“Get rid of that attitude, or you’ll be the one begging,” Kun says quickly and Ten gives him a sharp smile.

“Ooh, I like this side of you, Kun,” he says as he spreads lube on his fingers, rearranging Kun’s legs with his elbows. “It’s hot.”

“Is that why you always antagonize me?”

“Maybe,” Ten says deviously, and then presses a finger to Kun’s entrance before he can come up with a retort. 

It’s a familiar pressure, so Kun just forces his breathing to slow, focusing instead on the lines of Ten’s shoulders, the fold of his knees, the immaculate landscape of his body. He’s never been able to look like this, whole and unabashed, and he does now, relishing in it, almost hoping he drowns in Ten’s beauty. Ten is quiet for once, working his nimble fingers, first one and then two, in and out of Kun in practiced strokes. 

And then Ten finds Kun’s prostate and he almost falls apart. He always forgets how jarring the pleasure is at first, sweet and overwhelming. “Fuck,” he whimpers without meaning to, grabbing a fistful of his sheets so he doesn’t accidentally knee Ten in the face.

“You didn’t even have that reaction when your dick was in my throat,” Ten pouts. “Now I’m offended.”

“I was—trying not to embarrass myself,” Kun grits out. “You wore me down.”

Placated, Ten resumes his prep. “You’re cute, Kun,” he says.

Three fingers and Kun is shaking with how much he wants it. “I’m ready,” he insists, “and if you don’t fuck me properly right now, I’ll pin you down and ride you instead.”

“As much as I would like to see that, I think you’d end up hurting both of us,” Ten says, almost fond. “We’ll save the riding for another day.”

He pulls his fingers out, and has the manners not to wipe them on Kun or his sheets; instead, he grabs a discarded piece of clothing. Kun’s pretty sure it’s his t-shirt, but he decides it’s a compromise, and keeps his mouth shut. 

Ten rolls the condom on and adds a little more lube, then shuffles up so the tops of his thighs brush Kun’s hamstrings. “Ready?”

“I said yes, Ten, put it in,” Kun hisses.

Ten’s decent sized, which is just fine for Kun, because he’s dealing with enough as it is, and trying to grapple with any size above average would be enough to break him, he thinks. As it is, he feels full and content. There’s little pain; Ten knew what he was doing. He slides in with only a bit of resistance, bottoming out easily as he tips forward and plants a kiss on Kun’s nose, like a reward, or maybe as a thank-you.

“So wet,” Ten praises, mouthing along his jaw now as he circles his hips ever-so-slightly, waiting for Kun to adjust. “It feels so good, Kun, Kun.”

Kun smooths his hands down Ten’s back. Now that they’re here, Ten snug inside him and waiting, eager, for Kun to tell him to move, a heady rush sends warmth rising to Kun’s skin. He tucks his chin, cutting off access, so Ten is forced to kiss him on the mouth instead. Kun kisses him deep and slow, measured and with purpose. When they break apart, Ten’s eyes are starry.

“Like that,” Kun says softly. “I want you to fuck me like that. Do you understand?”

Ten nods. “Yes,” he whispers. “Yes, I can do that.”

And he does. He pulls out slowly, almost to the tip, then pushes back in, rolling his hips fluidly. It’s the dance, Kun thinks, the years of training that allows him such minute control over his body. Kun doesn’t think anyone could blame him for exploiting it. 

Kun cups the base of Ten’s skull with his palm, holding him like that. Ten leans into his touch, blinking long and lazy, movements languid just like Kun showed him. Kun lets his eyes close, petting Ten’s hair with his thumb almost absently, letting soft sighs of approval out with his breath.

“Like this?” Ten asks. “Is it good?”

Kun nods. “Feels good, baby,” he murmurs and Ten makes a soft noise in the back of his throat. “Do you know how many times I thought of this? How many times I imagined it, when you were only a few meters away?” Ten shakes his head, wide-eyed. “All the time. I felt so guilty, but I couldn’t help it. You’re beautiful, did you know that?”

Ten smiles. “I know,” he says pertly, a spark of his usual charm lighting up his eyes. “But I like to hear you say it.”

“Well, you are,” Kun says, letting him have that one. “It’s why I thought this could never happen.”

“I don’t think you know how handsome you are,” Ten says softly. “You’re astounding. I meant it earlier, that you have a nice body. But it’s everything else, too. How could I not want you?”

“I’ve learned my lesson,” Kun says dryly, and Ten laughs. His laughter turns into a gasp of surprise when Kun reaches up his other hand to flick his finger over one of his nipples. “And now that I have you, I want to see everything. Not right now, but eventually. Soon. Think we can manage that?”

Ten nods mutely, shaking as he tries to keep an even pace. “K-kun,” he stutters, eyes still sharp and intelligent even as his body betrays him. “I’m really sensitive there, please, I’m trying to do what you asked, fuck you how you wanted, oh, fuck.”

Kun has pulled Ten closer so he can use his mouth instead. It’s caused Ten to shift upwards on the bed, so the angle isn’t as good, but Kun doesn’t mind. He thinks he could come from Ten’s sweet little moans alone. He hums, bringing his hand up to his other nipple, and Ten tries to curl inward, running away from it as he whines. Kun doesn’t let him, bracing his other hand on his back and forcing him to stay. 

Ten’s thrusts have become erratic, but Kun knows it’s his own fault. But he’s doing this in his own selfish way—so he doesn’t come way too early. He’s just gotten the upper hand; he’d rather not give it up quite yet.

Ten is trembling, head tipped back, lips parted when Kun releases his chest with a wet sort of smack. He hums softly, reaching up to brush some hair off of Ten’s forehead. “Not fair,” Ten whispers when he realizes Kun is looking. “You got lucky, guessing my weak spots.”

“You’ll have your chance,” Kun teases, pausing before he adds, “I like seeing you like this.”

Ten flushes an even deeper red. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Kun says. “So pretty. Sounded so good. I’m close already, are you?”

The strength of Ten’s glare is halved by the way his eyes can’t seem to stay all the way open. “What do you think?” he retorts, half a complaint, half something else.

“I think you’ll come if I told you to,” Kun replies, sneaking a hand between their bodies to touch himself, pleasure humming just below his skin. “Wanna find out?”

Ten shakes, hips going faster now. Kun isn’t sure he’s even aware of the change; he seems too close to realize, too focused on chasing his own release. Kun matches his pace with the hand he has on his cock, and the feeling is electric.

“Close,” Ten admits, panting, eyebrows pinched and muscles tense.

“Then let go,” Kun says.

Ten whimpers, bending down so he can kiss Kun. It’s messy this time, desperate, all teeth and tongue but Kun doesn’t mind, just speeds up his fist, slick now with precome, He feels Ten twitching inside him, and then he slows, moans muffled by Kun’s mouth. Kun gasps against Ten’s lips, jerking himself off quickly as Ten’s movements gradually stop. He comes with a choked-off moan, release dripping down over his fingers and onto his stomach.

They catch their breath for a moment, taking the time to come back to earth. With a grunt, Ten pulls out, staggering to his feet to toss the condom and grab a tissue for Kun. Kun cleans himself up, watching as Ten rearranges himself on the bed. 

“Oh my god,” Ten says as Kun reaches to the side to throw away the tissue. “We didn’t even lock the door.”

“Shit,” Kun says, fighting laughter and failing as he follows Ten’s gaze to their doorknob and sees it in an unlocked position. “Oops.”

Ten is giggling now, high-pitched and airy. “So,” he says when he’s calmed a little. “Still like boys?”

“Yep,” Kun says, snorting rather unattractively in his surprise. 

Ten shifts beside him; Kun looks, and sees he has one of his hands on his hip. “Still like this boy?” Ten asks.

Kun shoves him lightly amid bright laughter. “Unfortunately, yeah,” he replies, grinning up at the ceiling so hard his cheeks start to hurt. 

“I’m glad,” Ten says, and though there’s still mirth in his voice, Kun can tell he’s being earnest. “I like you too. I know this is a little ass backwards, considering the last hour or so, but do you want to go on a date with me? Sometime this weekend?”

Kun turns to him and meets his beautiful eyes, glimmering with joy. “Yeah,” he says. “I’d love to.”

[lovelytenlee]

Kun x Ten au

Warnings: Angst (?), implied masturbation, erection, light swearing

Genre: Romance, erotica

Word count: 1700+

Pt. 2/3

pt. 1 https://lovelytenlee.tumblr.com/post/696297148204122112/kun-x-ten-au)

pt. 3

Part 2: Ten

Ten was aimless that day. He had no work to be done, no projects to finish, and no friends had been made yet.

It had been a few months since he decided to move to the Big Apple, and he was struggling to make friends. He was acquainted with people, mostly coworkers, but nothing meaningful yet. He found making friends as an adult in a new city was harder than he anticipated. So he had time to kill.

He was lying in bed in silence, trying to conjure an idea in his brain of what he could do to pass the time today.

He could paint, but that would require him to know what it was he wanted to paint.

He could read, but he had read everything twice over.

He almost decided on just using one of his toys on himself, but that wouldn’t pass a lot of time. He was also just growing tired of having to…entertain himself.

He missed cock. He had a healthy sexual appetite back home. Even in his small town it was possible to find a good lay if he needed one. But after a few months of no action, he had become accustomed to using dildos to fill out his tight hole’s needs.

He didn’t find the dating scene in NYC that exciting, and he hated hookups. He found a lot of the men here to be either superficial, boring, or just some rancid combination of both.

He had all but given up when he heard his computer notify him of a new email in his inbox.

He rose lazily from his bed and went to see what correspondence he was receiving. Probably just an ad for something or a work email. But checking his inbox was just as good an activity as anything, he supposed.

“Museum today?” It read. From Johnny Suh, a coworker he liked, but never spent time with. He was elated. Finally he had the opportunity to form some sort of social life.

He opened it.

“Hey! I’m sorry it’s so short notice but I remember during your orientation you said you love museums. There’s an art exhibit today and I was hoping you’d want to meet me? I know you’re new in town, and I haven’t made any other plans, so I thought it would be fun:) I’ll be there around 7, if you’d like to come.

Let me know!

JS”

He giggled excitedly. A museum and a new friend. What a day for him.

He replied quickly and told him he’d love to meet up with him.

Johnny was friendly, and always said “Good morning” with a smile when he walked into the office. He was also very handsome, but presumably straight. Ten didn’t have any way of knowing that. He just assumed.

The museums and art exhibits were Ten’s favorite part of living in the city. He loved art. He loved finding the meaning behind the things people create. He loved understanding people. And just his luck, the museum was free this weekend.

On a particularly rainy day like today, which he loved, he was most excited to go to the art exhibits. Something about the rain just put his heart at ease. So he grabbed a pen, a pad of paper, some perfume, and his keys and wallet, and headed to the museum.

It was a light crowd, he supposed the rain had quelled many people’s need to venture out into the city that day. He didn’t mind. Less people, less need to hurry through each room of the exhibit.

The room was brightly lit, and immaculately cleaned. There was an eclectic collection of art this month. Paintings and sculptures of any imaginable shape and palette.

One painting that seemed to represent capitalism, and another that seemed to represent the same. A lot of the art seemed to be representative of capitalism, he thought.

Everyone wanted to be woke, but he was doubtful any of them really felt the effects of the subject they were portraying. Not in any real way.

He received an email from Johnny.

“I’m sorry but I’m running late! It’ll be at least another half hour till I can make it in. I’ll be in as soon as I can I promise. Leaving the house now.

JS”

Ten sighed. He decided to have a quick glance at the exhibit anyways. He was already here, and wouldn’t mind viewing it again when Johnny got there.

Midway through he came across a bright, solid white sculpture of shapes stacked unto one another. A commentary on balance, maybe.

Ten had become very focused, and when Ten became focused, his eyes tended to widen, and his head would tilt. And his tongue ever so slightly without him noticing would stick out from between his lips. And that’s what he did. Stuck his tongue gently from his lips as he drifted deep into thought.

And he heard a chuckle.

He glanced over in the direction of the sound and found a man standing there, trying very hard to look anywhere but at Ten. Ten smiled shyly while the man had his gaze averted.

The stranger sauntered clumsily into the next room, shoulders hunched up and head ducked down. Ten barely had a moment to see what he looked like. Just a tuft of silver hair in a dark denim jacket escaping as quickly as he could. He giggled.

He hung back, admiring the last couple pieces of art in this room, and moved on to the next. The man was sitting in this room on a bench in the middle. Pretending to look at his phone.

Ten made a last minute decision. He would talk to the man. He didn’t know what he would say. But he would say something.

He casually approached and sat down. Trying to be quick on his toes, he started browsing through his handbag. For what, he didn’t know.

Thinking to himself “Pen, paper, perfume, keys — PEN!” He had an epiphany. He needed a pen. Well, he would say he needed a pen.

After a few more seconds of “searching” through his purse, he let out a defeated and weary sigh.

Ten looked to Kun, and quietly said, “Excuse me?”

He kept his tone soft, trying to seem as friendly as possible. Even quiet as he was, Ten seemed to startle the man.

“Hm?” He replied. He looked at Ten directly now, with flushed cheeks and the most nervous expression Ten had ever seen.

He holds back a giggle in his chest. “I’m sorry to bother you, but…do you have a pen?” His voice still quiet, something about the man made Ten act gentle and even a little flirtatious.

Ten realized he’d better be quick. He didn’t want to lose the man’s interest before he even had it. So he quickly explained that he thought he had packed his own pen but turns he had not.

The man looks through his bag with a lot more haste than Ten thought necessary. He must have been really anxious. Ten wondered why.

Ten explained that there was an artist he wanted to write down the name of before he left while he waited for the man.

He pulled a pan out from his bag like he had found what he’d been looking for his whole life. Ten couldn’t help but smile a little. The man was dorky. An endearing quality for a man to have in Ten’s eyes.

Ten grabbed the pen and headed back to the previous room. He walked over to the sculpture and wrote down the name of the artist. Something Slavic and unreadable. He just needed to write down a name, he didn’t plan on doing anything with it.

He returned to the man, handed back his pen, and folded up the paper and shoved into a pocket to be forgotten about immediately.

Then the man spoke, to Ten’s astonishment. This whole time Ten thought maybe he was barking up the wrong tree because the man seemed so unwilling to speak to him. But now, he spoke.

“Did you — erm. Did you get it? The name, I mean?”

Ten beamed, and assured him of his success. He smiled back.

“I’m Ten.” He spoke sweetly.

The man’s mouth widened into one one of the most radiant smiles he’d ever seen. “I’m Kun.”

Kun. A strong name, for a cute mess of a man.

Ten extended his hand out, and Kun took it. Kun’s hand was warm, and the skin was soft but he could also tell it had become worn from hard work. A man’s hand.

Kun’s face was very handsome. His cheekbones high, and his jaw strong. He also had a cute button-nose, and his lips were pouty and plump. His eyes were kind, and gentle. Ten could feel his heart dancing in his chest.

Then Kun’s smile dropped ever so slightly. Ten panicked a little. Maybe he had overstepped. Maybe Kun wasn’t interested, and was now realizing a gay man was coming onto him uninvited. Maybe it was ruined.

Kun fumbled with his things, and began to excuse himself.

“Is everything okay?” Ten inquired, a sick feeling growing inside himself. If he had crossed some line, he hadn’t meant to.

Kun assured Ten he just needed to find the restroom. Ten pointed it out near the entrance, and Kun stood up from the bench.

As Kun stood his small backpack snagged on the corner of the seat. It pulled him back slightly back and pushed his lower body forward. And Ten saw it.

He wasn’t sure at first, but he suspected he was right. Kun had gotten hard. He didn’t know from what. But he knows he saw it.

The obvious tenting of his jeans where the cock head was trying to push its way out of his pants. Ten looked away immediately.

The silence afterwards was heavy. They both knew the other knew what was happening. But neither wanted to admit it.

Kun excused himself again, angrily unhitching his bag from the bench, and retreated towards the bathroom. Backpack covering his crotch the whole way.

Ten was stunned. He wasn’t sure what to do with all of this.

He wanted to give Kun some space to recover from his humiliation. But he also wanted to check on him and make sure he was okay. Assure him everything was fine. Be his friend. But. There was also another urge inside Ten.

Deep down inside, the stirring had begun. Parts of himself he saved for the hours at night when he was alone in his room had begun to toss and turn. The sharks smelled the blood in the water. The cat was out of the bag. The shit had hit the fan.

Ten could feel it, and he had no intention of fighting it. He needed that man. He needed him bad.

[dat90slove]

kun blurb; i think I love u🍦

for my cuddle buddy @nakamotocore

it was bloody midnight and your dear boyfriend was still at the studio working his ass off so you decided he needed a break and so you barged inside his studio and the sight that u witnessed tugged ur heart with concern, Kun, your boyfriend of 3 years looked like a zombie, his eyes had massive dark circles and he looked tired af yet he had this determined look on his eyes that made u feel proud of him but u are also worried about him.

Kun felt ur arms wrapping around his waist which made him let out a giggle, he stopped working and turned around making u sit on his lap, " hey baby" he pecked ur nose.

" Babe u need a break u look so dead come to sleep " you pout which made him chuckle, "I'm so sorry love but I still have to finish this so that I can be free during the weekend, wait do u wanna listen to what I made till now? " you nod ur head excitedly and got up from his lap to a couch grabbing one of his rabbit plusher and hugging it close, he played the music that he was working on, it was a soft loffy tune which made u feel so relaxed and sleepy, u closed ur eyes and listened to the song but then it stopped which made u pout and furrow ur eye brows and look at him, "sorry babe its kinda short" you giggled and jumped on him " IT WAS PERFECT I CANT WAIT FOR U TO FINISH IT" you smothered his face with kisses and also gave him a huge sloppy kiss on his lips " OK but let's take a break let's go for some ice cream!!!" kun couldn't refuse ur cuteness and agreed.

It was very peaceful outside the streets were lit up by the moonlight and a few streetlights, there were hardly any human beings ln the road , you and kun were giggling and fooling around while running around while going to the ice cream parlour u clicked several pictures of kun which you will look at whenever he is busy or at tours , as soon as u two reached ur destination u two argued for a while about what Ice cream to eat, after finally deciding what to eat u two sat down on a booth and started eating while talking about random stuffs when all of a sudden kun leaned in towards u which made it heart beat faster , he wiped the corner of you mouth and nods his head like a mom, " aiyaaa what am i gonna do with you, you clumsy baby " he sighed and shoved a mouthful of ice-cream inside his mouth and it just warmed u about how much caring he is, u two sat in silence him scrolling through his phone and u just drowned into ur own thoughts, u suddenly looked at him and thought about ur whole relationship with him , before u two dated he was your best friend and he has always been there for u and always cared for u which made your heart melt and then u realised one thing that you love him very much, kun noticed you spacing out and snapped his fingers at you and shoved some ice cream inside your mouth, you widened your eyes and smiled at him, " kun ?" , " yeah?", you smiled grabbing his hands, " I think I love you, a lot!"

🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣

This is my first fic and I'm so sorry if it is messy and all over the place, anyways enjoy!!!!

[asstheticnct]

Kun: I do not snore!

Ten: PLEASE, I had to turn you away from the window so you wouldn’t inhale the curtains

[clubyukhei]

in the mood for love (m)

pairing: wong yukhei x (f) reader

genre: fluff, smut, slice of life, some angst

summary: distance makes the heart grow fonder. in yukhei’s case, it makes him reminisce on all the firsts of your relationship and realise you’re the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. (or: a long-distance relationship au where yukhei savours every moment of your short reunion.)

warnings: unprotected sex, language

tags: established relationship, flashbacks, set in hk, hendery and kunten appear, drunk texting, flirty dialogue, love letters, talks of marriage, pining, a bittersweet ending

word count: 14.6k

a/n: wow, it feels weird to be finally posting this because i’ve been working on this for months. this took way longer than expected and for that i wanna thank my sweet mutuals and anons who have been so patient and encouraging :’) i hope you’re in the mood for fluff and domesticity because this fic is full of it! enjoy! (reposting again bc the original one wouldn’t show up in the tags. tysm if you’ve interacted with that post btw <3)

--

heaven is in your eyes

bright as the stars we're under

oh, is it any wonder

i'm in the mood for love?

-

why stop to think of whether

this little dream might fade?

we've put our hearts together

now we are one, i'm not afraid

-

if there's a cloud above

if it should rain we'll let it

but for tonight, forget it

i'm in the mood for love

-- 

mornings like this are hard to come by for yukhei.

when the only sounds he can hear are the ticking of a clock and your soft exhalations. when you’re cuddled up to him, your face tucked into the crook of his neck where you breathe warm puffs of air onto his skin every few seconds. 

it’s probably just another one of those dreams that yukhei gets every now and then. the kind he never wants to wake up from, because when he opens his eyes, all he sees is the dull grey ceiling of his dormitory before his bunkmates’ noisy snores snap him back into reality. 

those mornings were the worst. yukhei would give up on going back to sleep. instead, he’d force himself out of bed to wash up and head to the canteen for an early breakfast, all while annoyed that his mind had once again translated his yearning for you into his dreams. he couldn’t help but feel like he was being mocked by his own self. 

but this time, it feels different. 

his back is resting on a bed that’s much comfier than the thin mattress he’s used to back at camp, and he’s awfully snug and cosy under what feels like a thick fleece blanket.

yukhei peels his eyelids open, ready to be met with disappointment again.

the first thing he sees is the sunrise peeking through the curtains, greeting him good morning with a dark orange glow — which is weird, because he’s always up before the sun is. even though his mind is still fuzzy, yukhei has an inkling that he’s not back at camp. so he lifts his head off the pillow and looks around. 

there’s a messy work desk between two huge potted plants; a wall fully plastered with polaroids and pictures; and a clothing rack with clothes that clearly aren’t his but it’s the bra hanging over an armchair that finally tells yukhei that he’s in your bedroom.

he looks down and sighs in relief seeing you in deep slumber next to him. you’re sleeping on your side with a hand absentmindedly resting on his waist, your head tilted as if you fell asleep while gazing at him. your eyes are closed and the look on your face is so peaceful — it’s an image that yukhei wants to keep in his mind forever. 

wrapping an arm around your hips, yukhei gently tugs you closer to him. your eyebrow scrunches in reaction and he panics a little, freezing when your hand lands on top of his. but you turn on your other side and snuggle back against his chest instead, and his lips curl into a lopsided smile at this tiny movement.

yukhei hugs you from behind, nuzzling into your hair and sighing when he gets a whiff of your apple-scented shampoo that he has missed so much. 

just like that, the warmth of your bodies wrapped around each other and the thought of getting to spend the next few days with you — in real life, not just in his dreams — lulls him back to sleep. 

-- 

yukhei would never forget the day he first met you. 

or the sight of you sitting at the back of his mum’s restaurant, sipping on a glass of iced tea as you stared out of the window and silently observed the hustle and bustle of shatin plaza. 

the fact that his usual seat was occupied and that a pretty girl was sitting in it left him speechless, but not annoyed at all. sure, it was his favourite spot. it also unofficially belonged to him, seeing how he sat there nearly everyday doing his homework — but that was years ago. 

yukhei felt like the universe had something up its sleeve when it presented him with such a scenario on a day where he finally managed to pop by his mum’s restaurant and pay her a visit. he rarely popped by on weekdays anymore because of how hectic his academic life was becoming.

“look who it is! our yukhei who keeps growing taller and taller!” 

yukhei smiled shyly as he stepped behind the counter and greeted the longtime staff — aunties who never failed to shower him with all sorts of compliments — and rushed into the kitchen looking for his mum. 

mrs wong was less than pleased when she saw her son, to say the least. the smile on her face lasted for a good minute before she started nagging about how he should’ve gone home to study instead.

“i am going to study! right after i eat.” he whined, shocked that his presence had irritated her so much.

“you always say that, yukhei. but you just play games on your phone!” mrs wong retorted, not looking away from the refrigerator.

yukhei gulped at that statement, unwilling to admit that it was quite true.

“mum, who’s that girl outside? sitting at my table?”

“your table?” she chuckled before looking up at him. 

yukhei watched her make her way towards the kitchen entrance to peek at the stranger outside.

“ah, that’s _____. she comes here often.” she said with a bright smile that even yukhei himself rarely received. “she helped us understand what the tourists were saying, talked to them in english for us a few times now. a very sweet and smart girl.”

if anything, yukhei became more attracted to you at that moment. 

maybe it’s the thought of you helping his mum out while he’s not around — he knew how rude and impatient some tourists could be with language barriers, having personally dealt with them several times — or maybe it’s just the way you entered his life that, for some reason, felt like an important moment to him. 

either way, he already made up his mind about one thing. 

yukhei ended up serving you the pad thai you had been waiting for, warmly introducing himself as the lady boss’ first and older son and striking up a conversation with you that went on longer than he had expected. 

he thought it was bad that he had to control his excitement when you suggested he take the seat opposite yours, but it only got worse as you both began to talk about everything and nothing.

when you smiled, he lost his train of thought.  when you laughed or so much as even chuckled, his chest squeezed around his heart and he wanted to keep hearing the sound of it. and when you listened to him, he had to look away because your attentive gaze on him was truly too much. 

by the time you were done with your meal, yukhei had your number saved in his phone. he offered to walk you out, opening the glass doors for you all gentlemanly as if you had just dined at a five-star hotel restaurant.

“it was nice talking to you, yukhei.” you turned to smile at him just before you stepped outside. “see you again, i guess?” 

“yeah, let’s—um. yeah, see you around.” yukhei stuttered pathetically.

you giggled and waved goodbye to him and mrs wong before heading off. the lady boss had been subtly keeping an eye on you two after her son insisted on waiting your table.

once you were out of view, yukhei sighed, cringing at how nervous he sounded. before you, he had never in his life felt that self-conscious in front of anyone.

“my dear, what was that?” his mum asked with a sly look of amusement on her face. 

yukhei wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

“i don’t know, mum.”

all he could think about was seeing you again. 

-- 

when yukhei wakes up again, he’s alone in bed. 

the midday sunlight glares into the room and shines on the empty spot next to him, prompting him to roll away and further into the shade. 

he lies on his side, watching some plant-shaped shadows sway across the wall for a minute before forcing himself out of bed. those extra hours of sleep did wonders for his circadian rhythm and for once he doesn’t feel tired to be awake at all — just bummed that he woke up with you not in his arms.

something in the air shifted after last night. yukhei couldn’t get over the way you jumped into his arms when he appeared at your doorstep, or how you got emotional at his shaky confession as he presented you with the promise ring he had been keeping for so long. 

he had been craving for your presence so much over the past few months that seeing you reciprocate those feelings made him relieved and somewhat clingy. all he wants is to stick by your side every second he has with you before he leaves again. 

so he gets out of bed immediately, walking into your tiny living room where he hears the sound of running water and finds you leaning against the kitchen counter with your back facing him, busily tending to the roses he had gifted you last night. 

yukhei makes his way to you fast. his hands sneak beneath your oversized t-shirt and around your waist, pulling your frame against his front as he places a kiss on your temple. 

“morning,” you say, relaxing into his touch and reaching for the nape of his neck with one hand to tug his face closer to yours. 

yukhei hums in satisfaction when you angle your face perfectly to lock your lips with his in a tender kiss and whines when you attempt to pull away. he wants to taste your lips for a little longer, he’s far from done and you know it too. 

you turn around to face him properly, abandoning the stalks of roses that had your attention earlier. a gasp escapes you when he slides his hands down to your bum and swiftly lifts you onto the counter.

“missed my baby so much,” he mumbles against the juncture of your jaw and neck, relishing in your soft sighs by his ear. 

he doesn’t miss the way your legs hook around his waist to pull him closer or the way your fingertips lightly scratch his scalp as he busily sucks at your skin, determined to leave a trail of love marks for his own appreciation. 

the doorbell rings just as he’s licking over his masterpiece, rudely interrupting the moment. 

“yukhei.” you squeeze his shoulders and yukhei forces himself to pull away.

“who’s that?” he asks, unable to hide the tone of disappointment in his voice. his hands refuse to leave your skin, his thumb gently caressing the curve of your underboob.

you giggle at his pouty lips before adjusting the short bangs hanging over his forehead that he hated despite the many times you told him he looked cute.

“i ordered brunch for us.” 

dumbfounded and still in a half-asleep state, yukhei helps you off the counter. he watches you look into the peephole before opening the door and picking up a large paper bag that had been sitting on your doormat.

“i thought you’d be hungry after waking up.” you say, setting the bag into your small dining table for two. “i hope you don’t mind, bub. i didn’t want to cook anything because, well—i can’t. i haven’t been to the grocery store this week. but we can always head there later and get stuff for the next few days.”

yukhei lets out a huff of disbelief. “baby.” 

but you don’t hear him. you’re so busy unpacking the small food boxes onto the table as you ramble on and on, oblivious to the way he was staring at you in adoration.

“i got you your favourite stuff. spring rolls, shu mai—what?” 

at last you notice how quiet he has been and you freeze, looking at him with your eyes wide in concern. 

“sit down and let me do the work, please.” yukhei pleads, dragging a chair out. “you did all that while i did nothing and slept like a log!” 

you laugh, shaking your head as you sit down. “i just dialed a number and asked for some food. and i know you really needed that sleep.”

once all the food boxes are arranged neatly on the table, yukhei takes his seat next to you. you’re in the midst of reaching for a pair of chopsticks when his hand grabs onto yours, halting your movements.

there’s a moment of silence as you curiously watch him readjust his thumb below the joints of your fingers, bringing the back of your hand towards his lips.

“thank you, baby. i love you.” he tells you with a dazed smile, placing a kiss just above where the promise ring hugs your finger. 

“you’re welcome.” 

you tell him you love him too before you bite back a huge smile — the kind that satisfies yukhei so much because he knows he’s the reason behind it.

--

yukhei couldn’t put into words how elated he was when you texted him back a few days after your slightly awkward first meeting, agreeing to hang out with him that upcoming friday night.

truth be told, there weren’t any concrete plans for your first date. it was amusing to him really, how the conversation ended right after you both settled on a meeting place, with no discussions of what to do or where to eat.

maybe you were simply excited to see him again and didn’t really care about what the plan was — because that was exactly how yukhei felt. 

the bus ride to the shopping mall felt longer than usual. yukhei found himself staring at his reflection in the window a few times, adjusting the sleeves of his jacket and making sure he looked good.

he had rushed home straight after javelin practice and taken the quickest shower of his life before spending a good amount of time styling his hair. it was not the wisest idea — choosing a late school day when there were six other days in a week where he wouldn’t have to rush — but he had been merely trying his luck when he sent that message asking if you were free. he wasn’t expecting you to actually say yes. 

so when he spotted you waiting all by yourself from afar, he quickened his footsteps amidst the crowd, never taking his eyes off of you. 

your face lit up as soon as you saw him and you waved, the crop top you wore lifting a little. yukhei’s gaze flew to the sliver of skin exposed and the nervousness that had been bubbling in his tummy earlier instantly melted into nothing.

the night went quite smoothly. yukhei could not have enjoyed himself more, from dinner at the sushi bar you had recommended to the impromptu movie session that had the both of you sharing the only available seat left: a couple seat. 

he was falling harder as he got to know you more and it scared him just how fast it was happening.

“do you watch superhero movies a lot?” you asked as the two of you turned into another alley of food stalls. 

yukhei had insisted on accompanying you back to the train station after the movie as it was getting late. he was not going to leave you alone when nightlife in the city was just starting, not when the streets were bound to get rowdy. 

“not really. i mean blockbusters are nice but i love old dramas and action flicks, you know?” yukhei answered, turning to look at you in his jacket that had been on you since he noticed you shivering in the cinema. he couldn’t help but smile at how your fingertips were peeking beneath the long sleeves.

“wait, me too!” you gasped, turning to look at him with a huge smile. “why didn’t you stop us from watching iron man?” 

“well you suggested it so i thought you really wanted to watch it!” yukhei laughed as he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “i’m sorry.” 

“no, that’s my bad. i didn’t know what you liked so i just picked something popular.” you rolled your eyes playfully. “maybe we can watch the great gatsby next time. i think we might enjoy that.” 

next time?

it took yukhei a few seconds to acknowledge the idea of a second date that you had brought up so casually.

“r-really?” he cringed as the single word fumbled through his lips.

“yeah?” you replied, the blank look on his face amusing you a little. “we can watch something else too, if you want.”

“no!” he perked up. “let’s watch gatsby.”

eventually the two of you arrived at the train station, where goodbyes were exchanged rather reluctantly and awkwardly. yukhei watched as you took a few steps away from him before abruptly turning back around. 

“what’s wrong?” 

“your jacket!” you ran a hand through your hair abashedly. “i almost forgot! i mean i did, but.”

yukhei’s hands flew to yours before he could stop himself, stopping you from taking his black denim jacket off. 

“it gets cold in the train. you should have it.” his hands flew to his sides awkwardly. “you can give it back to me next time, it’s okay.”

“oh.” you said so softly that yukhei almost missed it. your eyes fell onto the short sleeves hugging his arms and he read your mind right away. 

“i’ll be fine. my bus ride home is pretty quick.” he reassured you. it was a lie. the weather had started getting cooler and that’s why he brought a jacket out in the first place, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

yukhei noticed that your cheeks had reddened a little. why were you so cute?

“okay then,” you said with a tiny smile. “thanks again, yukhei.”

yukhei landed on his bed face flat after a warm shower, absolutely exhausted and ready to hit the sack. to be fair, it had been a long day for him and it was close to midnight. 

if it was any other weekday night, he would be snoring already. but he had just sent you a text asking if you reached home already and was eagerly waiting for your reply. 

at last, after a long five minutes, yukhei’s phone buzzed a few times in a row. 

[from: _____][sent at 11:57PM] 

hey

i just got out of the shower

thx for checking in :)

and thx for tonight again, i had a good time :)

wait it’s almost 12!! 

you’re still awake? 

yukhei didn’t realise a bunch of alphabets and symbols could make him so happy. his thumb hovered over his phone screen as he began to type out a reply, but a more texts came flying in.

[from: _____][sent at 11:59PM]

well

in case you’re already sleeping..

goodnight and sweet dreams~

just minutes ago, he had been so ready to fall asleep. but the rush of happiness he experienced as he read your texts over again made that impossible now. yukhei couldn’t put away his phone, couldn’t stop himself from grinning. 

he was screwed. he knew he was, when that was the effect you had on him after only days of knowing each other.

--

“well, well, well. if it isn’t my favourite couple.” 

“sorry,” you sigh while yukhei simply shoots an apologetic smile at kunhang as he slips into the booth after you. “you know how bad traffic is at this hour.”

“it’s okay.” says ten who’s sitting next to kunhang and shoving his nintendo switch into his bag. “but we ordered some stuff first because i’m starving my ass off.”

“oh that’s great!” yukhei cheers. “i’m hungry too.”

“already? weren’t you guys just at your mum’s restaurant?” ten chuckles as he looks up, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

kunhang snorts. “he’s hungry all the time, remember? you should see his snack stash back at our dorms.” 

just before they parted ways at camp at the start of their vacation, kunhang had suggested to yukhei that they have a get-together meal with ten — the oldest of the trio who recently scored a job at a renown art gallery in town and decided to stay for good, instead of flying back to his hometown.

yukhei agreed to it, not just because he missed his friend dearly, but also because it’s been a while since all of you had a meal together. when he brought it up to you, you were thrilled at the idea of catching up with them, even if that meant giving up some of his already limited time with you. that’s how you and him ended up sitting across from his two best friends at a hot pot restaurant tonight. 

as food arrives and gradually takes up every inch of space on the table, everyone takes turns giving updates on their lives. yukhei shares memorable incidents at camp and kunhang adds on to his stories with funny anecdotes that make you and ten laugh, while ten announces that his longtime boyfriend, kun, has moved into his apartment. 

“so how’s it like living with kun so far?” you ask, ladling soup from the simmering pot in the center of the table for everyone. 

“i’m getting used to my fridge having food and my kitchen actually being used.” ten replies with a shy smile that yukhei rarely got to see. “it’s only been a week and it’s getting messy in there, but i’m not complaining.” 

“aw.” 

yukhei hears you coo, and he can practically see the look of endearment on your face even though he’s focused on all the meat you’ve put on his plate earlier. 

“and when are the two of you planning to tell us that you’re getting married?” the long-haired boy smirks, squinting at the gold band hugging your ring finger. 

the question stunts you and yukhei and kunhang nearly chokes on his sprite. the innocent smile that was on ten’s face just seconds ago was now long gone and replaced with a mischievous one.

“married?” kunhang exclaims, his voice so loud that the couple in the next booth turns over to look. thoroughly embarrassed, he presses the front of his cap down to hide his eyes. “how am i not the first person to know this, yukhei?”

yukhei sighs. where, and how, should he begin? 

as he glares at ten who’s enjoying this a bit too much, you set your chopsticks down and hold your hand out to an eager kunhang, who marvels at the piece of jewellery on your ring finger up close.

“so?” ten lets out a cheeky, high-pitched giggle at the look yukhei gives him. “did you guys just come back from telling your fam the good news or…?”

yukhei grins devilishly as he picks up a bean sprout with his chopsticks, ready to fling it at ten, but you’re faster than him. 

“we’re not—i mean, we’re getting married. eventually! not now, obviously.” you chuckle in a flustered manner.

we’re getting married. 

yukhei’s heart flutters at that sentence. he wants to hear you say that again, wants to be the one to tell his friends that. 

“you’ll be the first to know when we do.” yukhei adds, nudging kunhang’s foot underneath the table, earning an eye-roll from ten.

“well, you better.” kunhang quipped. “we’ve been talking about this for years now. it’s time you two quit playing and actually get it done.” 

“ah, so this is a promise ring?” ten cuts in excitedly. it’s now his turn to examine the ring as kunhang gets back to his food. “it’s so pretty. it definitely suits you.”

“thanks,” you beam as you pull your hand back. “yukhei got it years ago but won’t tell me when or where. says it’s a secret.”

the two boys gawk at yukhei right away and he sighs, bracing himself for what’s to come. 

“oh xuxi, you romantic baby!” ten teases, clearly having the time of his life making yukhei blush tonight. 

“so this is what you were nervous about!” kunhang scoffs in disbelief before looking between you and ten. “we were on the train back to the city and he wouldn’t shut up about being nervous for some surprise plan. and he just wouldn’t tell me what!” 

“oh my god, you guys are so cute. it’s gross.” ten shakes his head. “you’re lucky i love you both!”

yukhei smiles bashfully. he was a little embarrassed at first, but of course ten and kunhang had to make it worse. he wanted to pull his beanie over his entire face and ignore everything.

you’re awfully silent next to him as you glance between your food and your lap shyly, your hair shielding your face from everyone else. a warm rush of adoration washes over yukhei and he finds himself gently adjusting your hair, tugging a loose strand behind your ear.

“okay, that’s it.” kunhang groans, grabbing his bag and pretending to leave the table. “thanks for the meal, you guys.” 

“you can’t just leave!” ten exclaims, reaching for his cup of tea. “you haven’t asked _____ for her friends’ numbers yet.” 

kunhang stares at ten, his eyes widening and jaw dropping in horror before he starts bickering with him — a scene that has you bursting into laughter and yukhei reminiscing the good old days where the four of you would hang out at the mall for hours after class. kunhang was always so starstruck by the popular girls at your all-girls school though you weren’t close with any of them. nothing has really changed since you entered university. 

“you told me to remind you!” ten retorts. 

“not in front of everyone!” kunhang cries dramatically.

“dude. it’s literally just the four of us.” ten deadpans. “always has been.”

“anyway,” kunhang rolls his eyes as he turns to face you. “so, _____. any of your friends single again?” 

you do your best to look sympathetic before shaking your head. yukhei splutters out a laugh while ten pats kunhang’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. 

“this would be a lot easier if you were, you know, into guys.” 

--

yukhei’s first kiss with you was, for him, a long time coming. 

it happened at the end of your fifth date, after a day spent at the park. 

summer had fully transitioned into fall and the weather was cool enough for the two of you to set up a picnic at a sunny spot. everything was perfect — from the calming sounds of nature to the desserts you both brought to the cute dress you wore underneath your sweater that matched the greenery around you.

more than a month had passed since yukhei first met you. with every date, the urge to hold your hands when you walked around in public and to kiss you and finally know what your lips tasted like kept growing. 

yukhei smiled as he watched you talk about your week even though he already heard these stories since you text each other so much. your words went in and out of his ears and it was hard for him to concentrate because all he could think of was whether you liked him too.

there were moments that made him consider it a possibility, like how you surprised him with his favourite snacks after one of his javelin practice sessions or the way you would smile when you caught him staring at your face.

he was torn between over-romanticising those moments and acknowledging them as the plain and simple fact that you liked him too.

he felt it again as the two of you watched the sun set and slowly sink into the horizon across the river, the sky dissolving into hues of orange. 

the scene in front of him was majestic, but yukhei could only concentrate on how close to him you and him were. so close that your arms were brushing against each other’s, so close that you could rest your head on his shoulder if you leaned a little. 

“i like this a lot.” you said out of the blue, your eyes still fixed on the sunset in the distance. you leaned back, anchoring your palms against the mat to make yourself comfortable.

“i like you a lot.” 

yukhei couldn’t stop himself. those words had been kept inside him for too long. 

silence hung in the air as your proximity grew tense. yukhei couldn’t see your face and he was starting to think that maybe it was for his own good. when he felt you sitting up straight and he held his breath, expecting the worst.

“i like you too.” your voice was barely audible and you sounded just as nervous as he did, but yukhei heard you loud and clear.

his eyes widened as he turned to you at the speed of light. you had been looking at him nervously but as soon as your eyes met, your gaze quickly flickered towards your hands that were fidgeting with the sleeve of your sweater. 

“really?” yukhei placed his hand over yours, gently circling the back of it with his thumb. “you like me… in that way?” 

“yeah.” you mumbled, resting your head in the nook between his neck and shoulder exactly how he had pictured in his mind earlier. “i like you. a lot.”

relief flooded yukhei’s veins and he could finally breathe hearing you say the words he had so badly wanted to hear. nothing else mattered in that moment, because all he could think of was you seeing him in the same light he saw you in. 

and suddenly, everything made sense to him. how could he be so stupid, after all that had happened in the past few weeks? the way you’d remember the little details of things he told you and how you’d blush at his terrible pick-up lines? of course you liked him too. 

“what are you thinking about?” you squeezed his hand as you pulled back to look at him. 

your face had never been so close to his. yukhei could count your eyelashes and have a proper look at your lips that looked soft and velvety. everything about this moment made it impossible for him to ignore what he had been dreaming of doing.

“can i kiss you?” yukhei asked.

all he could remember was how your eyes lit up instantly, every trace of worry fading away as an innocent smile graced your face. then you leaned in and closed your eyes just as he did, your lips meeting in a long awaited kiss. 

yukhei cupped the side of your face with one hand, his thumb drawing soothing circles over your cheekbones. he felt himself sink into the feeling of your fluffy lips moving languidly against his, the way they tasted sweet like the strawberry shortcakes you shared earlier. 

it took everything in yukhei to not whine when you pulled away to catch your breath, even though the kiss was probably longer than it should have been. he could still feel the butterflies in stomach as you pressed your forehead against his and he didn’t want them to fade away so soon, so he spoiled you with a few chaste kisses in a row that left both your lips tingling by the end.

“been wanting to do that for a long time.” yukhei beamed. 

he reached for your hand that had been on his knee and interlocked your fingers — a small gesture he could now make anytime he wanted, and that made him a very happy boy. 

the sun was almost gone but even under the dim fluorescent lighting from the street lamps, yukhei could tell that you were flushing and giddy with affection like him. the golden hour casted a warm orange glow onto your skin and you couldn’t look more like the girl of his dreams. 

“i know. me too.”

the butterflies in yukhei’s stomach fluttered wildly at the sound of your airy chuckle. there was nothing that could take away the smile on his face.

-- 

yukhei did not expect to wake up to the sight of you in nothing but his camo jacket.

the lack of body heat woke him up and he found himself once again lying alone in bed and wondering where you were — but all his thoughts flew out of the window when he heard the bedroom door creak and saw you stepping back in. 

he had to blink a few times to make sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him and that you were indeed, dressed only in his camo army jacket.

you’re standing beforeyour dresser to examine the love mark yukhei branded on your neck the night before, oblivious to how he’s silently observing you and getting hard again. 

there’s something about the way his jacket reaches your midthigh and teasingly moves upwards to offer him a glimpse of your ass each time you lifted your hands to run over your skin that turns him on so much. and he has seen you in his t-shirts and muscle tanks many times before, but none of that could compare to how you looked right now and he has no clue why so.

maybe it’s the consecutive months of being deprived of your touch and having to picture your body as he took cold showers to relieve himself on some mornings. but he doesn’t have to rely on his imagination now that you’re here, in front of him, like a present waiting to be unwrapped and appreciated.

yukhei lets out a whine that gets muffled into the pillow, but you hear it immediately and whirl around in surprise.

“hey.” you smile lazily as you make your way back to bed, landing on your knees and crawling towards him. 

yukhei’s eyes are glued to the gap between his unbuttoned jacket, which hangs loose enough on your body to bless him with the sight of your cleavage, the smooth expanse of your body, and as he lowers his gaze — your core between your parted thighs. 

he’s visibly infatuated, and you clearly don’t entertain that as you sit on where his crotch is beneath the sheets, lying down on him to give him a quick smooch. your lips are warm and taste like lemon, which tells yukhei you just had your morning mug of tea.

“morning,” yukhei mumbles, slipping a hand beneath his jacket to rest on your back. your skin is smooth and warm under his touch as always. “this looks so much better on you.” 

“yeah?” you chuckle softly. “hope you don’t mind, it was cold.”

“i don’t mind it at all,” yukhei smiles, raising his other hand to cup your cheek affectionately. “but i need you.”

“need you to warm me up, baby.” he says, his voice deepening with the next sentence. “want you to ride me in this.” 

you’re looking down at him in a hazy gaze when your breathing pauses. you don’t answer him with words — instead, you slot your lips between his, never pulling away as you get on your knees and pull the covers off. 

yukhei sighs into the kiss at the feeling of his cock standing tall and unrestrained, desperately begging for your attention. he lets out a heavier sigh as your hand wraps around his hard length and starts stroking him with purpose.

“just like that.” he groans, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as his hips start thrusting into your grip. you line his jaw with kisses, making him feel pampered and content. 

“want you too.” you purr.

yukhei hears how needy you are and tightens his grip on your ass, but you’re already one step ahead of him. repositioning yourself, you let your slick folds slide against the length of his cock as you continue pumping him, lubricating him with your own arousal. 

the room is filled with desperate sighs. you’re grinding your clit over his tip when it becomes all too much for yukhei, who wants to be deep inside you already.

“baby,” yukhei mutters, squeezing your ass cheeks which elicits a loud gasp from you. “need to be in you now. please.”

the urgency in his voice prompts you to lean forward and stable yourself with a hand pressed to his chest. yukhei watches you guide his cock towards your opening before sinking onto him in one go. 

“fuck.” his throat goes dry at the feeling of your soaking walls enveloping all of him and his jaw slackens as he takes a few moments to appreciate how it feels to be buried in you.

“yukhei,” you whine. “it’s hot.”

he watches you shrug his jacket off, letting it hang past your shoulders in a teasing manner. at this point, he just wants to rip it off you. but all he manages is a guttural groan before running his hands up and down your thighs.

“you’re driving me insane, baby.”

you giggle softly at his words, the sound ringing in his ears and going straight to his cock.

“i love you.” you tell him sweetly and kiss him again. then you plant your hands flat against his lower abdomen where his abs are, lifting yourself off him until only his head is left stretching you open.

yukhei grunts when you drop back down slowly and start riding him at a hypnotic rhythm. he’s too overwhelmed to say a word, too entranced by your breathy moans and the lewd image of your chest rising and falling. 

you’re clenching around him in such a delicious way that all he can do is knead your asscheeks with his large hands and let out deep “uh-uh-uh”s. 

“fuck,” yukhei hisses as he watches you arch your back, moving you hips differently to get the perfect angle. 

“let me take over, baby.”

yukhei plants his feet flat on the mattress just as he feels a familiar tight feeling in his balls. you oblige right away and collapse against him, ready for him to fuck you senseless.

pressed chest to chest, he grips onto your ass firmly as he starts pounding into you from below. 

the scent of passion and desire wafted through the air. his cock leaves and enters you at a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping only getting more erratic with your cries for his name right by his ear.

“yukhei…” you cry weakly as his tip nudges your sweet spot again and again. 

“i’m here, baby. gonna come inside you, you want that?” 

“y-yes. miss you filling me up.”

yukhei curses, and you reach your high just seconds before he does. your entire body shakes in pleasure before he comes into you, flooding your insides with his warm release. he groans as you ride out your high and roll your hips, the feeling of you being warm and full all too heavenly.

after a short while of nothing but heavy breathing as the both of you succumb to a blissful state, yukhei removes the jacket hanging off your elbows and rolls you over with his softening cock still snug in you. he hums in satisfaction, nuzzling his face against your neck as your fingers comb through his hair. 

“i love you.” yukhei sighs contentedly. “didn’t get to say it back just now.”

he hears you hum softly and feels a peck on his forehead. when he gains the energy to pull back and look at you, he finds your eyes already on him, half-open in adoration. 

“i’ll clean us up, okay?” yukhei asks softly, his elbows pressing against the mattress as he moves to get up. he’s sure there’s already a mess on your sheets. 

“no, don’t go.” you murmured, tightening your thighs around his hips in an attempt to lock him in place. you end up pushing him deeper into you instead, making him hiss. “stay like this for a bit.” 

yukhei notes the clinginess in your voice and the way your hands trace love patterns along the curves of his back. he lies back down, joining your lips in a deep kiss. 

“i’m not going anywhere.”

it’s so easy for him to do whatever you say, he realises. you have him wrapped around your finger because you’re just as clingy as he is — and only he gets to see that side of you.

--

yukhei had sex with you for the first time in a hotel overlooking the ocean. 

it had been his first holiday with you. every december, yukhei would fly back to his mum’s hometown in thailand with his family to visit his relatives — that wasn’t anything new. what was new though, was you tagging along after his mum had enthusiastically asked you to join them. 

the week-long trip was the most fun yukhei had in years. minus the shy introductions and teasing from his relatives who were overjoyed to finally meet his pretty girlfriend whom they’ve heard much about over phone calls, it was like a mini honeymoon for the two of you. 

after catching up with his cousins in the first half of the trip, yukhei spent all the other days ‘having fun by yourselves’ as his mum had insisted. you ended up exploring the coastal town, hanging out at the beach, and eating the local food to your heart’s content.

the highlight of the trip for yukhei though, was finally being able to make love to you. the resort stay was a godsend opportunity after the many interruptions during your steamy makeout sessions in yukhei’s tiny bedroom. it was the perfect time and place that you both needed.

yukhei swore you were a goddess as you laid on the bed with your legs spread out, your hair fanned out against the pillows, patiently waiting for him to put the condom on. 

it was his first time seeing all of you, your curves and body marks displayed to him like a work of art in a museum. he couldn’t look away, couldn’t ignore how rosy your face was from coming apart on his fingers just minutes earlier.

“is this okay?” yukhei asked tenderly, pausing when he stretched you out halfway. “can i go deeper, baby?” 

you nodded fervently though the tense look on your face made yukhei unsure. he really wanted you to enjoy this too. sensing his hesitation, you pulled him down for a deep kiss. 

“so tight, fuck—” yukhei mumbles against your lips as he pushed himself further into you, his hands caressing the underside of your thighs.

yukhei sighed, the pressure to not come quickly making him slightly nervous. it was difficult not to when your walls were warm and hugging his cock like a glove, letting him experience euphoria like never before. 

“beautiful.” his voice gentle as he gave you an open-mouthed kiss. “all mine.” 

as soon as you signalled for him to move, yukhei took charge, thrusting into you slowly as he gauged your reaction. his pace quickened after a while a combination of sighs and moans spilled from your mouth. your neck arched against the pillows, presenting him with the perfect location for a love mark. 

but yukhei was distracted. he couldn’t take his eyes off your soaking core, couldn’t get over the way you stretched open to welcome him each time his cock slid all the way back in. he had seen his fingers disappear in you before so many times, but this image was incomparable. 

“so deep,” you said breathlessly, your fingernails digging crescent moons into his back. 

yukhei looked at you. from the hair that stuck to the side of your neck to your lashes fluttered shut in pleasure, you were a sight to behold. 

“yeah?” he kissed you sloppily. “does it feel good?”

“yes—oh!” you whimpered just as yukhei’s fingertips landed on the sensitive bundle of nerves right above where you and him were connected. 

he drew circles on it with his thumb, groaning when you clenched around him. “you feel so good around me too, baby. you’re doing so well.”

yukhei’s thrusts grew uneven as he coaxed you into your orgasm. by the time he shot his release into the rubber, you came undone beneath him too, crying out in rapture one last time as your thighs shook intensely. 

a moment of silence hung in the air as your pants slowly faded into deep and slow inhalations. seeing you come all over him, because of him, gave yukhei’s ego a huge boost. it didn’t help that you were trembling in sensitivity while he cleaned you up as gently as he could and muttered praises into your ear.

“yukhei,” you called him softly and he halted his movements, worried that he had accidentally hurt you. 

“i don’t know if i can go out tomorrow.” you mumbled, covering your eyes with the back of your hand. 

yukhei instantly relaxed, a smirk taking over his face as he threw the wet wipes aside.  “we don’t have to go out, but i can carry you wherever you like.”

when you didn’t respond, he crawled over you and pulled your hand away. you avoided his gaze, looking at his chest instead. 

“i’m serious, baby.” yukhei tilted your chin up and looked into your eyes as genuinely as he could. “we can stay in all day if you want.”

“okay. sounds nice.” your hand quickly hovered over your face again. 

the smirk on yukhei’s face softened into a smile. it was amusing and adorable to him, how you could still be this shy after the night’s events. he felt as if he was in heaven and within the next second, he was placing kisses everywhere on your face but your lips. when you broke into a fit of giggles, yukhei couldn’t help but keep going. he finally stopped when your hands framed his jaw, guiding his plump lips back to yours for a short, innocent kiss. 

“thank you for being so patient with me tonight.” you paused, swallowing a lump down your throat. “it was nice even though i’m a little sore now.”

yukhei’s heart grew three times at your words.

“is that all? just nice?” he smirked. 

you pinched his bicep playfully and hid your face again, muttering something about him being so annoying. 

“i’m playing with you,” yukhei giggled, pretty sure he had hearts in his eyes as he looked at you. “love seeing you get all shy for me like this.” and with that, he pulled your hands apart and trapped them against the pillows. 

just as he was about to kiss away the pout on your lips, the sound of a door slamming shut thundered down the hallway and echoed in the room, sending both of you into speechlessness. 

yukhei put his boxers on hurriedly, rushing to the balcony and sighing in relief when he noticed the lights in the next room a distance away had just turned on — a sign that his parents, who had been out the entire evening, have just gotten back. at that moment, he couldn’t be more thankful that his plans for the night turned out well. he wouldn’t know how to face his parents if they overheard him and you, and just the sheer thought of it brought goosebumps to his arms.

“are they back?” you asked nervously, pulling the covers up to your chin.

yukhei nodded, turning the bedside lamp off before cuddling up to you. “we have to be quiet.”

“oh, we will be.” you yawned, making him smile and hug you more tightly. you responded by wiggling around in his embrace. “yukhei, i’m sticky.” 

“don’t care.” he whispered against your skin. “just wanna hold my baby like this.” 

after a few more indulgent kisses and sweet nothings were exchanged under the moonlight, you dozed off in each other’s arms.

the next morning, yukhei woke up to the sound of waves crashing onto the shore. you were already awake and sitting up with the covers wrapped around you as you silently admired the swaying palm trees outside. yukhei sat up sluggishly, planting a kiss on your shoulder. 

you turned around to return a kiss to his lips, eyes still closed when you pulled away, the intimacy of last night clearly still in the air. you opened your eyes, looking completely lost in him just like he was in you.

“good morning to you too.”

the rest of the day was slow and relaxed. you both agreed to stay in the resort, and so the afternoon flew by as you lounged by the pool and dined at the restaurant next to the beach. safe to say, the sight of you in a bikini all day led to another intimate, even raunchier night. 

--

yukhei thinks he’s ready to move in with you.

maybe it sounds a little impulsive. but that’s because there haven’t been a lot of opportunities for the two of you to live together, with yukhei studying at another university and you living in a shared apartment over the past few years. 

but staying at your apartment over these few days has given yukhei a sneak peek of life under the same roof as you, and he loves it so much that he wants to be done with his enlistment duties and fast forward to the part where he gets to share a home with you already.

yukhei wants to wake up past noon on weekends and whip up a hearty brunch with you, wants to spend the rest of the day helping you with mundane tasks like laundry and watering all your plants.

yukhei wants to be there for you on days where you’re exhausted from grad school life, when you turn down his pleas for you to take a break despite being drained from staring at your laptop screen. but he’ll massage your tensed shoulders, take your glasses off, and pull you to bed where you doze off to his soothing back rubs and soft praises of how proud of you he is and how well you’re doing.

he craves that kind of domesticity even right now as you lay on top of him, your limbs entangled comfortably and your cheek squished against his chest while your eyes are glued to the great gatsby playing on the tv.

there aren’t any plans to go out today due to the simple fact that you were both too lazy to get dressed and leave the house unless it’s for food. and probably because, though you wouldn’t admit it openly, you want him all to yourself — which is fine because yukhei feels the exact same towards you. 

the living room is hushed as you and him watch a drenched gatsby reunite with daisy in a lavishly decorated flower-filled cottage. you sit up just as the scene ends, elbowing the couch as you rest your chin on your palm.

“why are you looking at me like that?” yukhei asks. there’s an unsure look on your face that he can’t quite read.

“i think i remember.” you hold your other hand up, flashing the ring that has been making you so happy. “thailand?”

yukhei grins brightly, the top row of his teeth showing. he nods proudly, taking your hand in his to look at the ring — a thin gold band with a pale blue sapphire — and admire the way it gleams in the afternoon sunlight. 

it’s just as beautiful as the first time he saw it in that gift shop in thailand. 

yukhei remembers that day vividly. it was the last day of the trip, and both of you were shopping around for souvenirs for your friends back home. he caught you admiring a few vintage jewellery pieces by yourself as he stood in the corner of one of the many shops you stepped into that day, pretending to be interested in some touristy postcards. though it didn’t seem like much to him at first, he later noticed that you picked up the same ring a few times, looking back at it even as you walked away. 

eventually, thanks to what he could say in his broken thai, he managed to charm the shop owner into reserving that very ring for him. yukhei secretly returned for them while you thought you were waiting for him to be done in the bathroom at a cafe. he felt a little bad at first, but he knew it had to be done or else he’d regret it so much in the years to come. 

yukhei always imagined what the ring would look like on your finger. its design enthralled him when he first examined it up close and he quickly understood why you took such a liking to it — after all, anything vintage was right up your alley. little did he know it would look even more beautiful sitting on your ring finger. 

“oh my god.” you let out a huff of disbelief as soon as he finishes explaining everything. 

you’re speechless as your eyes flick back and forth between the ring and the coy look on yukhei’s face. this is the reaction he has been waiting for. 

“yukhei.” your voice is fragile, like you’re about to cry any moment. 

the smirk on yukhei’s face drops immediately. he does not like hearing his name from you like that. 

“what’s wrong?” 

“nothing,” you smile weakly, quickly brushing away the tears that escaped your eyes with the back of your hand. “i just love you so much.”

“and i’m going to miss you. a lot.” you continue before he gets to reply. “every day. all over again. i miss you already.” 

“oh, baby.” yukhei croons as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you down for a tight hug. he rubs your back, feeling helpless at the sound of your sniffles. 

yukhei knew this would happen. of course he did. he’s struggling just as much as you are to ignore the impending distance you’ll both have to deal with again — maybe that’s why he was clinging onto the idea of a future with you so tightly. 

“we’ve talked about this. the sooner the better, right? ” yukhei says sadly, finding it hard to agree with himself.

“i know, i’m just being emotional again. i’m sorry.” you chuckle unhumorously. “i didn’t think i’d get to see you before the year ends, you know? but you came back. you’re actually here and i’m so happy.” 

“and,” you prop your arm up on his chest, the promise ring once again in yukhei’s view. a moment passes as the two of you stare at it — the symbol of your love and future.

“i love you so much. i want to live the rest of my life with you, like the past few days.” you say resolutely.

yukhei is overwhelmed with happiness, love, and nostalgia all at once. suddenly he’s transported back to that park where you first kissed as teenagers, where he first found out that you liked him too. but loving someone and knowing that they love you back so much so that they want to be with you forever is something so much more special. it’s a privilege yukhei never thought he’d have. 

and now, he does. as he looks into your eyes, he realises that you’ve blessed him with that privilege, and that you’re truly the best thing that has ever happened to him. 

yukhei finds himself unable to express in words just how he feels at this moment. so he shifts your bodies around until you’re lying side by side, until all he sees is your face up close. he cups your tear-streaked cheeks before softly brushing his lips against yours, sinking in the warmth that blossoms in his chest. 

“i love you.” he says delicately when he pulls away, tugging a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “i’m so glad the universe chose you for me.” 

the fond smile on your face falters as a tear rolls down your cheek and your bottom lip begin to quiver, the violins playing in the long-forgotten movie adding more melancholy than needed to this moment. 

yukhei’s heart breaks as he watches you avoid his gaze and desperately blink away the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. but he knows that you two will make it, that the distance is merely temporary. and he knows you know it too. what you and him have is so strong. 

“hey, look at me.” he whispers.

you turn towards him, your eyes curiously examining his face.

“i’m gonna come home. to you.” yukhei places a kiss on your forehead. “and it won’t be long. think about it baby, i’ll be out this time next year and we could be living together by then.”

“i can’t wait for that.”

“me too. you’ll get to wake up next to me everyday, but you’ll have to teach me how to not burn our pancakes for breakfast until they’re perfect.”

at last, the corners of your lips twitch and you chuckle into the sleeve of your sweater. 

“how does that sound?”

“waking up to you everyday or the pancakes?”

“me coming home. and us living together.”

“like a dream come true.”

a moment passes as you smile at each other in a placid silence. 

yukhei cups the side of your face with one hand, brushing over your cheekbone and memorising every little detail that adorned your face and made him feel at home no matter where he is. you lean into his touch, reveling in the warmth of his palm. 

the fact that he only has one more day until he will have to wait months before he gets to be with you like this again makes his heart swell in longing. so he holds you close, enjoying the moment while he still can. 

-- 

the first time yukhei told you he loved you, it was an accident — not really. 

that morning, he was awoken by a ball of fur nuzzling against his bare shoulder.

he opened his eyes, looking around the room for a good minute before spotting a familiar siamese cat that was perched at the foot of the bed and observing him with its soft gloomy eyes like it had been waiting for him to wake up for the longest time. 

“good morning, louis.” 

the cat meowed once as if announcing its disappointment in yukhei before hopping off the bed and making its grand exit by squeezing through the slim door gap.

yukhei shrugged, reaching for his phone that had been charging on the nightstand right by the bed. a quick look at the time and date on his lock screen refreshed his memory, vaguely reminding him of the events of the night before. 

he crashed against the mattress and let out a muffled groan into the pillows, shuddering at the thought of how much alcohol he had downed. he was absolutely regretting his idea of not having a birthday party, but instead an entire night of drinking to celebrate turning his legal age. 

his final hours of being seventeen were fun, though. ten, kunhang, and a couple of other friends brought him to an upscale steakhouse located in the city’s nightlife district. but like every other boys’ night out, the night eventually descended into borderline chaos. in last night’s case, they went through too many rounds of drinking games and yukhei soon came to the realisation that he was the type to get all giggly and sappy when intoxicated. 

yukhei threw the covers over himself and ignored the dryness in his throat, ready to slip back into slumber but he couldn’t. something felt off. he grabbed his phone again and there you were, smiling back at him in his lockscreen wallpaper. 

oh no.

flashbacks of how he had asked for you last night and proudly claimed that you were “the one” for him came running back to him. he quickly unlocked his phone, checking his text messages. 

[to: ♥][sent at 1:55AM]

hey baaby

baby

i miss u ;(

ii'm still with ten and. kunhang

he mahde me drink so muhch hheheehe

babyy reply me plz 

i can seee u readin all of thiks :(

i miss You

[from: ♥][sent at 1:56AM]

oh my god yukhei

are you okay?

wru now???

[to: ♥][sent at 1:58AM]

hi bab

im OK

at tens place now…

he has 2 catss. theyre so Cute 

anyway 

i need to tell u sometxhing

its rneally imbportant

and that is i love u 

u make me so happi

u r so pretttyjf n soooo smart

ur alsoreally kind.. lwiterally an angel

hdeheheheheheee

im so lucky to be youre boyfrjend

becayuse i get to see Ur smile everyyday. hold your hand whenegver i want

onlyi can call u Baby

did u know ? 

i bet u djd not ;)

i l o v e LOVE you 

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

[incoming call from: ♥] 

declined.

[incoming call from: ♥] 

declined.

[from: ♥][sent at 2:00AM]

why aren’t you picking up yukhei

you’re making me worried now

are you okay :( 

[to: ♥][sent at 2:15AM]

hey _____, ten here. don’t worry about xuxi! he just passed out on my couch. 

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i’m just gonna let him crash here tonight since my parents aren’t back anyway. feel free to pop by in the morning btw, i think he would be really happy. and sorry for texting you at this hour!! goodnight :D

yukhei stared at his phone screen blankly, the jumbled letters of his drunk texts burning into his eyes. there was also that picture of him sprawled across the leather couch in ten’s living room in deep slumber, with his shirt completely unbuttoned and a party hat strapped to his forehead like a unicorn.

“morning, birthday boy.” 

yukhei’s heart jumped. he jammed his thumb against the button on the side of his phone, turning around to find ten’s head poking out of the door. 

“how are you feeling?” ten asked. yukhei sat up immediately when he saw a glass of water in his friend’s hand. “like shit, i’m guessing.”

ten sat himself down at the foot of the bed, handing the water to an eager yukhei who gulps it all at one go.

“close enough. i feel like i’ve been run over by a bus.” yukhei replied, coughing to clear the raspiness in his voice. 

ten hummed. “well, your girl came over with a lot of food. i think you’ll feel better after eating.” 

yukhei’s eyes widened, his voice lowering into a whisper. “she’s here? now?”

“sort of. she went out to get coffee with guanheng but they should be back soon.” ten narrowed his eyes at yukhei, trying to read the look on his face. “what’s wrong?” 

“nothing.” 

“uh huh.” ten snorted. “you suck at lying.” 

“okay, fine. i might have spammed her with some texts last night while i was wasted.”

“oh yeah, i saw those. you were crying for her for at least thirty minutes last night by the way.”

“fuck.” yukhei let out a groan. “let’s not talk about that. not now please, ten-ge.” 

“okay, okay.” ten smirked. “only because it’s your birthday. now, continue.”

“i told her i love her. like, love love her.” 

“oh.” ten paused, his expression fading into one of confusion. “wait, i don’t get it. is that a bad thing?” 

“no, no. it’s not.” yukhei cut in quickly, glancing at the door every few seconds nervously. “it’s just—i haven’t told her that before!” he whisper-shouted. 

“i don’t know how she reacted to it! what if she doesn’t feel the same?”

ten burst into laughter right away, his eyes squinting into crescents. “oh, xuxi. you’re so cute when you’re in love, you know?” 

“i really don’t think you have to worry about her not feeling the same. but i do think you should go tell her in person soon.” 

yukhei blinked, relaxing a little when he realised that ten was probably right. the older male grinned, ruffling yukhei’s bed hair playfully before leaving the room. 

in less than five minutes the door swung open again, and yukhei tensed a little when he saw you, almost as if he had seen a ghost. he didn’t realise you were back already and had been planning to sit in anxiety by himself for thirty more minutes.

“you okay?” you chuckled as you walked over and sat next to him. 

yukhei hummed as you cradled the side of his face with one hand, your thumb smoothing away the drool crust on the corner of his lips that he didn’t even realise had been there. 

“someone clearly had a lot of fun last night.”

yukhei’s lips curled into a silly, crooked smile as you crossed your arms and pouted. your attempt at guilt-tripping him had failed completely, it endeared you instead and suddenly he felt like his drunk self bombarding you with all those confessions last night. 

your lips eventually cracked into a huge grin. you threw your arms around his shoulders, doing your best to engulf his big frame in a tight hug which made yukhei chuckle. he loved it whenever you hugged him like that or let him be the small spoon when you cuddled.

“happy birthday bub.” you coo dearly, giving each of his cheeks a loud smooch which made his face scrunch up adorably. “are you sure you’re okay?” 

“thank you, baby.” yukhei smiled, his mind completely free from his worries already. “i’m okay, just a little hungry.”

“well, it just so happens that there are loads of yummy things waiting outside. maybe even some of your favourite desserts.” you smirked enticingly as you grabbed his hand and stood up. “c’mon, let’s go eat.” 

“wait.” yukhei’s breathing stuttered, pulling you back quickly. “i need to tell you something.”

you moved into the spot between his legs, waiting for him to say something as your hands hung in the air intertwined.

“what is it?” you asked.

yukhei looked up at you, taking in the curious smile on your face. it brought so much joy and warmth to his life and he could never get tired of seeing that.

“i love you.” yukhei said, each word rolling off his tongue so naturally. “all those texts i sent you last night? i meant every single word. i love you, _____.” 

your eyes were glossy as you relaxed a little, sinking into his touch when he clasped his arms around your thighs to pull you closer. yukhei could tell you were recalling all those cheesy texts as you bit your lip shyly.

he closed his eyes just as you bent down to slot your lips against his in the most delicate way possible before whispering those three words back, as if they were only for him to hear. 

“i love you too, yukhei. you make me so happy.” 

“say it again.” yukhei asked, his voice laced with desperation even though he knew it was the first of many ‘i love you’s to come. 

your cheek was soft and warm in the palm of his hand. you grinned, closing the distance between your lips once more.

“i love you.”

it was the best birthday gift yukhei had ever received.

--

as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. 

in yukhei’s case, the past five days have flown by quickly and alas, it is the penultimate day of his short vacation. 

but he’s more than satisfied with how the week has gone by despite how short it felt. he managed to visit his family, catch up with his closest friends, recover all the hours of sleep he had lost while on duty, and most importantly, be around you literally every day of this vacation so far. he woke up and slept next to you, cooked and ate all his favourite foods with you, and interrupted every other activity with sex and cuddling sessions — and he wouldn’t have it any other way. just looking back on those moments brought a smile to his face. 

his thoughts are interrupted when the door to your bedroom opens and you walk in with a small stack of laundry in one hand. 

”thank you baby.” he says, taking the clothes he had worn in the past few days, that are now clean, from you. they’re still warm from being fresh out of the dryer, and he gets a whiff of roses when he holds them under his nose. 

“you’re very welcome.” you plop down right next to where he had been sitting cross-legged on the floor, packing his belongings. 

as yukhei stuffs his sneakers deep into the bottom of his haversack, you look at all his other things that have been laid out neatly, side-by-side, on your bedroom rug. he doesn’t pay much attention as you pick up his wallet and entertain yourself with its contents.

“is this what i think it is?” 

you ask, pulling out a small folded piece of paper that was stuffed into one of the card compartments. the look of curiosity on your face morphs into one of surprise as soon as you unfold it completely and realise what it is.

“you keep this in your wallet?”

it’s one of the few handwritten letters you mailed to him during his first month in camp when he, like every one of his teammates, had zero access to their phones and gadgets. 

yukhei still remembers how tough that period of time was. being thrown into a whole new environment and expected to adjust to a lifestyle that was the complete opposite of university life was not easy at all. not only was his freedom snatched away, he had to deal with a long list of strict rules and responsibilities dumped onto him. and as if all that wasn’t enough, he had to witness his newly-made friends live through the countless military break-up horror stories he heard from his seniors.

it was a lot, but he got through each day thanks to the camaraderie he shared with his team and those letters you had mailed him, since they were the only form of communication he had with you. 

“yeah. it got me through some tough times, you know.” yukhei admits, watching you read through your own words. 

each letter was detailed with updates on your life and things his mum told you to convey to him. they all ended with a short paragraph of best wishes and sweet words which yukhei appreciated very much because he was absolutely sick of hearing about duty and honour.

yukhei had no idea he was so sentimental. he’d reread those letters in your voice, stare at your handwriting, and hold it up to his nose to get the faint scent of your perfume. it was like a piece of you — which was what he needed to fight the homesickness gnawing at him. 

“maybe you should write to me.” you mumble, refusing to look at him as you slid the letter back into his wallet. “i mean, if you’re not too busy. i would love getting mail from you even though we can text and facetime now.”

“i’ll try to, baby.” yukhei smirks. “my good morning and goodnight texts not enough for you?” 

“no,” you drawl, rolling your eyes playfully. “i love waking up to a bunch of heart and rose emojis.” 

yukhei laughs, going back to packing his things while you roll his clothes into bundles that would help him save space. after a short while of teamwork between you two, his haversack is stuffed and he’s done.

“don’t forget these,” you hand him his leather glasses case that had been sitting on your bedside table. then you’re on your feet, pacing around the room as your eyes scan every inch of the space, looking out for anything he might’ve missed. 

“i’ve looked everywhere earlier.” yukhei tells you before getting on his feet too. he stretches his arms high above him and lets out a silent yawn. “i think that’s it.”

“okay.” you answer in a small voice. 

now that you’re done helping him pack, there’s just one last thing left to do and it just happens to be the hardest task of all — you’ll have to say goodbye to him this time, tomorrow, at the train station.

that realisation settles between the two of you, once again compelling yukhei to make the most out of the time he has left. with a sad smile he holds his arms out, instantly drawing you into his embrace like a moth of a flame. you squish your cheek against him, hands locked behind his back as he hugs you warm and securely. 

“you need to stop working out so much, your abs are hard enough.” your voice comes out slightly muffled. “by the time you’re out, i’m gonna be hugging a rock.” 

yukhei grins at your words, bursting into full-blown giggles when your fingers poke into his sides and smooth across his tummy. the faint muscle lines that were there before he enlisted were now more defined, some even visible through the cotton fabric of his t-shirt. 

“you say that like i have a choice, baby.” he replies. “i can’t just sit aside while everyone else does seventy push-ups and ten laps around the field.”

you let out a disgruntled noise and hugged him even tighter, as if you were trying to mold your body into his. 

“and you like it. admit it.” yukhei teases. 

“i do.” you murmur. “you smell so good, by the way.” 

yukhei giggles at how quickly you switched the topic.

“it’s that detergent you’re using. i wish my clothes smelled this nice when i’m there.” 

“i’m talking about you, bub. the way you smell. my hoodie doesn’t smell like that anymore.” 

“the way i smell?” yukhei laughs. “and i think you mean my hoodie.” 

“it’s been mine for a while now.”

“well, wanna give it back to me? since it lost its purpose.” 

“okay. i’ll trade it for this shirt.” 

you tug on the hem of his shirt as you look up at him, eagerly waiting for his response. it’s moments like this where yukhei wonders if you know you have him in the palm of your hand.

“whatever you want, baby. i’ll give it to you.”

the lovestruck smile on his face widens as he places a kiss on your forehead, drawing circles on your back. 

“can i have it now then?” you ask innocently, but yukhei’s ears pick up the hint of playfulness in your tone. 

“right now?” he asks.

“yeah. what’s stopping you?”

“oh, i’ll give it to you now.” yukhei tells you lowly.

the cheeky smile on your face morphs into an ‘o’ shape as his grip on your waist tightens, guiding you towards the bed where you both crash against the mattress. there’s a moment of silence as he hovers over you, suavely tugging his shirt off with one hand and dropping the crumpled fabric next to your face. 

“thanks.” you whisper.

it’s hard to ignore the way your core is perfectly aligned with his when you’re lying underneath him in a hoodie and a pair of grey boyshorts that have been testing his patience for a while now.

yukhei runs his hands up your thighs to your sides, bunching the hoodie up to your chest. wet open-mouthed kisses are left all over the smooth expanse of your tummy and he takes delight in how hard you’re breathing.

“it’s no problem, baby.” he replies nonchalantly, his fingers pulling at the waistband of your boyshorts. “anything else you want before i take this off?”

you shake your head and shoot him a silly smile, and it’s all yukhei can remember before he embarks on yet another mission to please you with his mouth. then he makes love to you again, his warm touch roaming every inch of your body which he memorises to perfection. 

later, when you’re both sated and holding onto each other like two long-lost lovers, yukhei dreams of you again. this time, he’s hiding another velvet box in an even bigger bouquet of roses as he sits nervously in a dimly lit living room, waiting to surprise you when you get home. 

the thought of you being his forever is enough to make him smile in reality, enough to push him through the upcoming months of separation. yukhei was more than ready to be done with that. 

--

it’s only been a minute since you’ve gotten home but the place already feels too big for one person — which is laughable because your apartment isn’t even that huge to begin with. now that yukhei is gone, it feels as if life has been sucked out of these four walls. it has reverted back to nothing more than a roof over your head and a living space for one.

after hanging your coat up and stepping out of your shoes, you stroll to the kitchen and lean against the counter, staring into thin air with the refrigerator whirring softly behind you.

even though it’s only three in the afternoon, it has been an awfully long day for you. the few hours you spent outside drained you and all you did was sit at a restaurant with yukhei and his family for one last meal before sending him off at the train terminal. 

the meal was nice and the send-off was not as bad as you thought it would be. but it was still an emotional farewell and you shed a few tears despite it being nowhere as difficult as the first time he had to leave you. 

you and yukhei stood at the train platform hand in hand until the train finally arrived and came to a stop in front of everyone. 

you let ten and kun attack your boyfriend with their bro hugs first, followed by mrs wong who affectionately caressed her son’s face and repeated her fifth “take care of yourself, my little soldier boy” of the day, and lastly, a less-emotional mr wong who gave his son a few encouraging pats on the back.

looking around, you were filled with dread as you watched the same thing happen with every other soldier who was hugging their loved ones and waving goodbye to them.

when everyone left and when it was just you and him again, yukhei instantly pulled you into his arms, clearly just as reluctant as you are to face this moment.

this was it.

he pulled back, cupping your cheeks and smiling at you forlornly. you stared back at him, taking in how smart he looked in his uniform and the beret framing his beautifully sunkissed face, and mustered all the strength in you to not cry. 

it was impossible. tears swelled in your eyes within seconds and you couldn’t help it, the harder you tried to force them away, the more they wanted to spill out. you silently chided yourself for how naive you were to have wished for a tear-free farewell.

“don’t cry, baby.” yukhei pleaded softly, his big eyes looking watery too. “remember what i said?”

you swiped your tears away with the sleeve of your turtleneck and nodded frantically, not trusting your voice at the moment. 

“i’m gonna come home to you. we’re going to live our lives together.”

his voice was soft yet grounded with conviction, calming you down instantly and offering you the consolation you needed. 

“i’ll be waiting for you.” your voice croaked and you rolled your eyes at how pathetic it sounded.

“i know you’ll be.” yukhei smiled, gently stroking your back. “and you’ll be getting your first letter really soon, i promise.” 

“something else i get to look forward to.” 

you tightened your arms around him, closing your eyes to really savour what it felt like to be in his arms one last time before forcing yourself to let go. 

yukhei interlocked your hand with his, pressing a kiss to the back of it and stealing a glance at your favourite ring.

“i love you so much.” you said, adjusting the collar of his uniform thoughtfully. “eat well and be safe, okay? don’t worry about me. you know you can call me—”

he intercepted you with a long kiss to your lips, letting go only when you pinched his arm. unlike him, you weren’t bold enough to be this affectionate in public. 

“i will.” yukhei answered breathlessly. “promise me you’ll sleep early and not overwork yourself while i’m away. i need you to take care of yourself too.” 

“i promise.” you mumbled, locking your pinky with his as you looked around anxiously. “you should get going now. don’t want you missing your train.” 

he squeezed your hand to bring your attention back to him. “i love you.” 

“love you too.”

and with a final kiss to your lips, his hand loosened from yours, reaching for his haversack on the ground and swinging it over his shoulder in one go. 

“text me once you’ve settled down?”  

“i will, baby.” 

after one last peck to your forehead, he turned around and trudged towards the edge of the train platform, where kunhang had been taking pictures with his sisters while waiting. you stood rooted to the ground as you watched your boyfriend’s figure become smaller, waving at him when he turned around to look at you one final time before getting onto the train. 

ten and kun kindly gave you a lift home afterwards. you nearly teared up again when you walked past the parking lot and spotted the two of them patiently waiting for you in the comfort of their heated car. on the way home, they even made dinner plans and insisted you didn’t spend the rest of the day alone — which you were extremely grateful for. 

you still have a few hours to yourself before meeting them, and it dawns on you that you should probably take a short nap after the sad amount of sleep you got last night. so you force yourself to stop moping and drag yourself to your bedroom to find a comfy set of clothes.

you spend what feels like hours under the hot shower that by the time you step out of the steamy bathroom, the skin of your fingers are wrinkly. just as you start combing your hair, your phone buzzes, its screen lighting up to show you a single notification. 

you whisk it off the table, gaping at the sight of yukhei’s name staring back at you. 

[from: yukhei][sent at 4:10PM]

hey baby i miss you ♥

[to: yukhei][sent at 4:10PM]

miss you too :(

you guys back there already?

[from: yukhei][sent at 4:11PM]

we’re still on the train

i didn’t get to nap. kunhang snored so loudly :(

[to: yukhei][sent at 4:11PM]

poor baby… 

[from: yukhei][sent at 4:11PM] 

it’s fine

your boyfriend is a strong man. a day without a nap is nothing :D

you snort at his reply. the typing icon appears next to his name so you wait for his next text. 

[from: yukhei][sent as 4:12PM]

anyway, i left a surprise in your desk drawer for you

i think you already know what it is ;)

you don’t. 

[from: yukhei][sent at 4:12PM]

i hope you like it baby ♥ 

you never know what to expect from yukhei because he’s always surprising you with the sweetest, most meaningful gestures. even the story behind your promise ring has you in wonder still. when you pull open the drawer and realise just what he had left for you, a huge grin spreads across your face and you take a second to appreciate the sight of it. he was truly something else.

there, carefully placed on top of the paperwork you had kept in the drawer, is an envelope with your name on it.

“yeah. you’ll be getting your first letter really soon, i promise.” 

you reach for it, immediately peeping inside when you notice it’s unsealed. there was indeed a letter as yukhei had promised. you recognize the lined paper that he clearly tore off from one of your notebooks and assume he wrote this secretly while you were sleeping. the mental image of that melts your heart. 

to _____, my favourite girl in the world.

i have been staring at this blank piece of paper for ten minutes now while you’re sleeping so peacefully. i still don’t know what i should write for my first letter, so here’s an old-fashioned love letter from your admirer for life, your boyfriend, and your future husband: me <3 

you giggle to yourself like an idiot. it’s funny how a single paragraph could switch your mood instantly, how yukhei manages to make you happy even though he’s so far away now. 

was that too cheesy? i’m sorry. you know i’m not a poetic person even though i wish i am. you’ll probably laugh as you read on but that’s okay, because i want you to be happy whenever you read this. 

so where should i begin? 

how about the first time we met? when i saw you sitting at the back of mum’s restaurant, i had butterflies in my stomach (is this how that phrase goes?) and quickly hid in the kitchen. do you remember? 

the smile on your face grew as you continued reading yukhei’s letter. it spoke of the vivid details of all your firsts in your relationship, of the little habits you have that he adores. of the warmth and safeness he feels when he’s around you, of how in awe and inspired he is by you — and how lucky he is to get to experience all that for the past few years and hopefully, the rest of his life. 

by the time you reach the end, you’re laughing and crying. you miss him so much.

i love you, _____. nothing else matters. you’re the light of my life and i hope i can keep making you feel the way you make me feel: safe, happy, and loved. 

until we meet again,

wong yukhei

p.s. i hope you’re not crying. and if you are i really hope it’s because i made you laugh too much. 

you reread the letter again, letting his voice linger in your head for a bit because you’re not ready to let it go yet. then you laid on the bed for a good fifteen minutes as you stared at the ceiling with his letter clasped to your chest, yearning for his presence all over again. 

it’s going to be fine, you tell yourself. you can handle a few months without him. after all, you already have. and he’s never completely away from you, you realise, as you hold your hand up and admire the gorgeous ring shining in the afternoon sunlight. 

for now, that’ll do. 

--

[sluttyten]

do u have any nct mxm fics recs

you can check my ficrec blog here @sluttyten-ficrecs

but also I do have some ao3 recs which I’ll link for you (but they’re only member x member, not like member x male reader because there’s not much available for that)

johnjae

stillness by @/staycoolstaykind -- top jaehyun, bottom johnny, just smut, but it’s fluffy smut

kunten

water from your spring by @/madhoney -- an island/jungle au, strangers to lovers, really interesting and intense

dojae

Subscribe Now: Monthly Membership for $8.99! by @/negi -- friends to lovers, an au involving onlyfans

dotae

muscle memory by @/dochiwrites -- taeyong wants to get married and doyoung wants to give him a hard time (an au, but loosely based off true events), I don’t think it has any smut? mostly just fluff

I’ll give you birthday cake by @/syropsea -- taeyong’s turned on by doyoung in a crop top (honestly same) so this one’s lots of sexual tension and smut 

johnmark

how do you like me now? (do I turn you on) by @/smokestacks -- sub mark with a praise kink

xiaocas 

never have I ever (caught feelings for you) by @/m_writes -- this one is an AO3 user exclusive, but anyway it’s a bisexual awakening after playing never have I ever

multiple members

if three is a crowd, four is a party by @/lu_woo -- johnjae are a couple but then doyoung and jungwoo get involved 

lucky series by @/uhhuhhoney -- a 9 part series of johnny, taeyong, ten, and jaehyun in various combinations of their relationship, feat. Yuta, really smutty, deals with mental health issues, all in all really good definitely recommend, see also: lucky fillers

also, this one isn’t mxm and it’s not even exclusively nct, but it’s an ao3 fic that I’m obsessed with

glitter pink by @/yourobdtst -- lucas and yuqi (from gidle) and she pegs him and it’s just really hot

[ohhmydyosfics]

(Kunten) it's only up from here

“Just—ugh—” Ten shifts restlessly beneath him. He visibly shifts out of whatever pretty, spacey place he was in as he wrestles with his words. Kun feels briefly guilty—sometimes it’s like Ten’s annoyed Kun’s not psychic. “I want you to be” —he finds the English word first— “bossy."

Ten can't quite ask for what he wants. Kun is determined to figure it out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24747961

[tenleestories]

Leer » No One But You

[qiankunfics]

KunTen Masterlist Part 5

AO3

1. love-shaped by andnowforyaya

Summary: “You didn’t answer me, kitty cat,” Kun teases. “And you let the air conditioning out.” Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

2. your majesty by farthendur

Summary: *KunTen features most prominently amongst other mentions of Kun-pairings. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

3. down into the mountain sound by rowenabane

Summary: Sometime after sunset, a man walks through the village walls. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

4.  Another Addition by rowx3yourships

Summary: Ten gave a small laugh. “Well - we may have adopted a kitten.” Rating: General Status: One-Shot

5. big news by 10vesick

Summary: The doorbell rings almost as soon as it’s settled, startling them both. The time has come. They’re about to share the big news. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

6. after midnight by trembleseos

Summary: kun and ten getting into the mood until... Rating: General Status: One-Shot

7. the godlike kind by rowenabane

Summary: Kun smiles sadly, the expression one that Ten remembers better than his own name. “You did.” Rating: Teen Status: On-Going

8. Billet-doux by lumively for seupeuu

Summary: A story about love, magic and mischievous kittens. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

9. home is not always a place by merryofsoul

Summary: I'm happy you're here, Kun thinks. I'm happy you're home. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

10. Tsunami by jenojaemin

Summary:  He’s making mountains out of molehills. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

11. Art. by Dream_Run

Summary:  "See the cane I bought? The one you laughed at?" Kun nods. "I'd like to paint your ass cheeks red with that cane, and take a few pictures." Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

12. match made by merryofsoul

Summary: If it wasn't for Ten's meddling dongsaengs, he wouldn't have found the love of his life. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

13. make me feel special by princealliance (anaksemuabangsa)

Summary: Love is supposed to make you feel special, right? That's not how Kun makes him feel, though. Rating: Explicit Status: Completed

14. Tremors by Intricate6

Summary: Ten is having a bad day with his tremors and Kun helps him cope Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

15. everything is blank until you draw me by xiaojunrights

Summary: Ten was such an intricate person. His mind worked in ways that Kun couldn’t fully understand. It was like he saw the world in such a different light from everyone else. He saw something no one else could see. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

16. The Tone by drawing_board, funkeymonkey

Summary: In which Ten gains a new found respect for the leader of the group, after learning that he has a whole side of him that Ten didn't know about. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

17.  Child's play. by Dream_Run

Summary: Ten meets his son's new teacher. Qian Kun. His childhood best friend turned friend-with-benefits at university. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

18. labyrinth by madhoney

Summary: He was blinded by its beauty, too easily enchanted into playing whatever silly game Ten wanted. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

19. inconveniently in love with you by erika_leana

Summary:  un is an oblivious idiot and Ten has been in love with him since the day he met him. Rating: Teen Status: On-going

20.  Waves (and everything that was left unsaid). by devinemoon

Summary: It took some time to realize that the small waves coming at me were actually warning me from the tidal wave that was to come. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

21. wrap you (in me, my love) by miramiro

Summary: “I love you, Kun. I want you to trust me the way I trust you,” Ten says. “Believe me, if I could spend every second of the day telling you how beautiful you are and how happy you make me, I would.” Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

22. Heart made of glass, my mind of stone by chaerinsthighs

Summary: In which Ten, disappointed with people's obsession to seek the wrong kind of love in the wrong places, finds his match in Kun, the lovely bartender of his favourite bar, ever a romantic in the most fascinating way in Ten's eyes. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

23. two of us in this world by TheRPL

Summary: Maybe it was a series of before and afters, a chain reaction, leading to the inevitable. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

24.  from front to back, sometimes up and down by Markmeinyourheart

Summary: Four Times people couldn't tell if Kun and Ten were in love and the one time they gave a straight answer. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

25.  merlot at noon by nuoyiwriter

Summary: a kun/ten soft smut oneshot Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot

26. ambrosia by petitfleur (moonfleur)

Summary: Ten arrives on Olympus for one of the greatest celebrations of the year. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

27.  be the light by MVforVictory for EbbaTriesToWrite

Summary: Ten has a headache. Kun is a good boyfriend. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

28. From Home by softyjseo

Summary: October seventeenth is the worst day of Ten’s life. Rating: Teen Status: Completed 

29.  We Shine Bright (I’m Alive) by blandbanana

Summary:  You’re stretched thin. Being a leader is really hard, and we can all see the effect it has on you. This isn’t supposed to be an attack, just a slight intervention from the hyungs to set you back on track. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

30.  rosy cheeks and sweet smiles by laehys

Summary: kunten with the princesses dresses on. they fuck. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

31.  the unseeing eye by rowenabane

Summary: Ghosts do not exist until they do, and then suddenly they don’t. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot

32.  la la lost by misseverdeen

Summary: Ten sends an inappropriate copypasta to producer!Kun. Rating: Teen Status: On-going

33. 96linerzz legendzz by dojaefairy

Summary: *main couple is not KunTen but they feature really cutely Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

34. renegade blue by idlesong

Summary: By the shore of a purple sea, Kun seeks refuge from the persistent reminders of his misery. Ten offers him a way out. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

35.  Rosehip by Mntsnflrs

Summary:  Days like this were worse than the days of feeling nothing at all. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

36.  think i wanna feel love by tetrahedra

Summary: TenAlice, and Kun's reaction. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

37. mistletoe: tree of reincarnation by chanshine

Summary: the kingdoms of blue and red have been at war for longer than anyone could remember. their rulers seek peace. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

38.  Never Have I Ever by EbbaTriesToWrite

Summary: A game of never have I ever leads to a lot of revelations about WayV's leader Rating: Explicit Status: On-Going

39. A very Muggle Halloween by writesinfontuwu

Summary: Ten knows about the spooky festival muggles enjoyed. It was a day that the magical folks were able to drop their disguise and blend in with the muggles. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

40. alright, sir! by kuntenjohnil

Summary: Professor Qian and Professor Li are (obviously) crushing on each other, but none of them seems to be willing to make the first move. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

41. of their own by andnowforyaya

Summary: Ten surprises Kun on their favorite night of the year (outside of their birthdays and their wedding anniversary): Halloween. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

42. mirror, mirror... by goldhorn (englishsummerrain)

Summary: It really isn't Ten's fault Kun is so fucking hot in the dress. It might be his fault for pushing his buttons, though. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

43. I think I'm Love With -- by Con10nt (acaesura)

Summary:  Ten likes to blame the mercurial retrograde for all of the sudden intense requests at the studio, the ache that still digs deep into his knee at the end of a series of hard days, and the very few hours of sleep he’s managed between showcases. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

44.  Met you at Ten by jcc_seo, moon_apple

Summary: Then, Ten started visiting the cafe and showed Kun the fun of life outside his comfort zone. Rating: General Status: One-Shot *Also a pod-fic

45. If You'd Only Come With Me by childofmalin

Summary: After moving to a small town, Kun finds himself longing for someone he barely knows. His secret is a dark one. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot Trigger: Rape, Murder

46.  close range, closer still by rowenabane

Summary: Ten blinks open a single eye. “I killed someone to protect you. It evens out, doesn’t it?” Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot Trigger: Death, Murder

47. universe's error by fructoseintolerant

Summary: *Mention of JohnTen but end-game is KunTen.   Rating: General Status: One-Shot

48.  Child's play 2. by Dream_Run

Summary: "Thank you for being a part of my life. Thank you for being you, and for being mine." he whispers, resting his forehead against Ten's, a smile on his face. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

49. Fruits, Fights and Family by Drea_is_Dreaming

Summary: Kun, for the life of him cannot figure out what he did wrong. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

50.  hold me closer tiny dancer by TheRPL

Summary: Ten is the star. He has a talent for being loved. He also has a talent for getting under Kun’s skin. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

[subbyyang]

Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door? Ten/Kun/Yangyang [4/4] - Part 2

and it’s done! i do have another request for this pairing so it’s not the last time you’ll hear about them! as usual, come yell at me on cc if you want

Kun pulled out of Yangyang, laughing at the disgruntled noise he made at the empty feeling.

Ten had propped himself in a half sitting position against the pillows, his cock bobbing in excitement at what was about to come. He had been thinking about this for a while, fantasizing about what Yangyang’s velvety tongue would feel like on his cock, how his wet mouth would close around him.

Kun helped Yangyang get on his hands and knees between Ten’s legs before pushing down on his shoulder blades so that his ass was in the air. He grabbed shamelessly onto his ass, spreading the cheeks apart and loving how Yangyang’s loosened hole contracted around nothing.

“Go on, baby...don’t be shy, now...” Ten said sweetly, one hand behind Yangyang’s head as he lead him to his hard cock. Not forcefully, just a little guidance. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when Yangyang took the first experimental lick right on the slit before taking the whole head in his mouth.

Yangyang felt so exposed in this position, his ass in the air and spread open for Kun, who caressed his rim with his thumb before sticking it inside him, his hole still wet enough from the lube. Yangyang moaned around Ten’s cock, causing him to curse and tighten the hold on his hair. He could tell Ten was holding back from fucking his mouth by the way his thighs were trembling.

Kun took one last look at Yangyang’s pretty pink hole before starting to push back in, automatically pushing Yangyang down on Ten’s cock.

“Slow down, baby...” Ten cooed when Yangyang tried to take Ten deeper, only to cause himself to splutter and gag.

“Don’t force yourself, suck on the head and use your hands for the rest...yeah, like that...good boy” Kun praised, his body flush against Yangyang’s. He spread kisses on his shoulders and the nape of Yangyang’s neck as he increased the force of his thrusts.

Ten had his head thrown back on the pillow, his eyes closed as pleasure warmed his body. Yangyang was clearly inexperienced but his tongue felt so sweet circling his head, his little moans reverberating in his cock. Yangyang cried out and pushed Ten deeper into his mouth, causing him to lift his head and look at him. There were tears in his eyes as he looked up at Ten, his lips spread around his cock, some drool escaping from the side, his small hands holding onto him tightly.

“Fuck...fuck, I’m gonna...” Ten pulled Yangyang away from his cock, one hand shielding Yangyang’s eyes from the cum being shot all over his face.

Kun wrapped one arm around Yangyang’s middle and pulled him up as he continued to fuck him at a fast pace. He splayed one hand on his stomach as the other arm wrapped around his upper chest and pushed in deep inside him, almost hoping he would be able to feel Yangyang’s tummy bulging underneath his fingers.

“You’re so beautiful, so good to us...want to make you cum...” Kun whispered in Yangyang’s ear. He was about to grab his cock when Ten pushed his hand out of the way, taking Yangyang in his mouth.

Ten hollowed his cheeks around Yangyang’s cock and sucked. He bobbed his head once, twice before Yangyang’s hands shot up to Ten’s head, trying to pull him away. Ten just slapped his hand away and pushed deeper, staying there as he waited for Yangyang to cum down his throat.

“Cum for us, Yangie...Ten is all ready for you, come on, baby...” Kun punctuated his sentence with a series of harsh, unorganized thrusts, his legs shaking with effort.

Kun kissed Yangyang’s neck as Yangyang looked down at Ten, with his mouth wrapped around his cock. When Ten raised one hand to massage his perineum, it was like the tight coil on his stomach burst and his eyes fluttered shut as his head fell back on Kun’s shoulder and his cum shot out of him, directly into Ten’s waiting mouth. Kun cursed out praises and with a last groan came deep inside Yangyang as he held onto him tightly.

For a few seconds only their harsh breaths could be heard in the room.

Finally, Kun pulled slowly out of Yangyang and helped him lie down on the bed. He looked absolutely perfect like this, sweat glistening on his skin, cum on his cheeks and lips as well as slipping out of his pretty ass.

Ten lay down next to Yangyang and pulled him into a lazy kiss, loving how both their tastes were mixing in his mouth. They kept kissing for what felt both like hours and only a few seconds until Kun got closer to them with one of their shirts and started to dab at Yangyang’s face, cleaning him up.

“We’re going to have to talk about what this means for us, about what we’re going to do...” Kun whispered, not wanting to break the moment.

“We’ll talk later, cuddles first” Yangyang’s voice was equally as quiet as he held onto Ten and did grabby motions towards Kun.

“Okay, cuddles first.” Kun said fondly as he leaned down, leaving a kiss to both Ten and Yangyang’s foreheads before lying down behind Yangyang, pulling him close with one hand as the other intertwined with Ten’s.

[kjmsupremacist]

Please recommend a pal your fave AO3 fics because you have GOOD TASte thanks

OH thanks dfndj ok um 

embers series - three works: tenkun (~40k), johnyong (~40k), dojae (wip), all rated m, all angst w happy ending and lots of humor thrown in, I KNOW I TALK ABOUT THIS SERIES EVERY DAY but it’s so good it’s some of the best writing I’ve laid eyes on in my whole entire LIFE. it makes me laugh hysterically, and bawl my eyes out, and by the time you’re done u feel like you’ve gotten a warm hug. cannot recommend that, or anything that author has written ever, enough!! GO READ EMBERS

[more under the cut lol,,, the rest are nsfw!]

slide (i might, i might) - ok hear me out: johnny/shownu (12k) WAIT WAIT COME BACK it’s SO FUCKING FUNNY and so well-written, this is another fav ao3 author of mine, they’re so talented, so any of their works are good but specifically this one had me. screaming. it’s smut! age gap! boss/intern! shownu has a nice apartment! bonus human disaster johnny!

big boy boyfriends - yumark (3k), pwp, size kink, hilarity, yuta-incited chaos

yeolocity is one of my fav authors on ao3, and i’ll list my favs of theirs below:

(i can't) spell it out for you - johnjae (15k) porn with plot, frat au, johnny has a fat crush on jaehyun but woefully thinks jaehyun is straight, they’re both stupid, they finally fuck (bottom jaehyun), it’s great

looks good (must taste heavenly) - johnyong (5k) pwp, crossdressing, mirror sex, just. some nice rough johnyong what else do we need

taeyong’s hot dad summer - 4-part series of johnyong age gap! daddy kink! somno cockwarming all that good stuff! if you like gma you will love this series! 

sugar pink - johnyong (7.8k) pwp, cock cages, safeword use but it’s fine theres plenty of aftercare, just..... sexy sexy times with johnyong. if you wanna see the sluttiest subbiest little bottom taeyong of your life. this is the fic

sweet creature (i always think about you) - johnyong (3k) pwp, age gap, oral fixation/kink, just... more of that sweet sweet legal, consensual age gap shit SJKFJD

rude boy (is u big enough) - johnyong (1.5k), pwp, johnny seo big dick agenda

the feel of your skin - johnyong (2.5k), pwp, mean johnny kinda but its ok cuz taeyong likes it

(if i had it my way i would) turn you out - jaeyong (4k) but with bonus johnny and yukhei; pwp, dp/spitroasting kinda ??? basically taeyong gangbang, i thought of this fic and like almost teared up bcos its so good (no angst in it, crying is just my natural emotional reaction to anything ever)

(i will say they also do write a fair amount of abo/hybrid which i don’t read, but im assuming its good bc the rest of their work is so if ur into that)

that’s enough but i’m still starving - johnyong (12k), smut, porn WITH plot, it’s an au where everyone is somewhere on the dom/sub slider-scale and it’s like a whole thing, taeyong gets stuck with johnny in an elevator and things get out of hand, rough!!! treatment so watch out

perfect frames - johnyong (17k), smut, porn with plot, mutual pining, basically johnny being a dumbass about being in love w taeyong 

while the kids are away - johnjae (6.5k), smut, age gap, daddy kink, basically johnny is a dilf and his kid is on the same soccer team that jaehyun’s younger cousin is or something. jaehyun’s legal obv but much, much younger, it’s just fun

something new - tenkun (2.6k), smut, pwp, somnophilia, thigh-fucking, idk how i forgot about this one when someone was asking i think it was for kunten content? anyways it’s good

princess - taecas (6k), smut, slight feminization of taeyong um it’s just taeyong overhearing yukhei one night and then.... insanity until he finally confronts it.

that’s all i’ve got for now! im always on the lookout tho hehe

[lovelytenlee]

Kun x Ten au

Genre: Romance/smut

WARNINGS: Public sex, masturbation, handjobs, fingering, dry humping, cumming

Word count: 2500+

pt. 3/3

pt. 1

pt. 2

Part 3 : Ten and Kun

Kun burst into the bathroom, accidentally startling a man washing his hands.

“Erm — excuse me, sorry.” Kun said, his bag pressed heavily against his crotch. His cock hard and throbbing inside his underwear, struggling to get free.

He retreated into a stall as quickly as he could. Heart pounding in his head, he hung his bag on the hook of the stall door.

“Fuck.” He sighed. He eyed the tent in his pants disdainfully. Eyes closed he started to breathe mindfully, hoping the blood would vacate his swollen dick so he could run away and never come back.

He watched it twitch in his jeans. Taunting him. It wanted to be touched. It wanted to shoot it’s hot, sticky load so badly Kun felt queasy.

Slowly and quietly, he slow ran his hand over the shaft of his cock through his jeans, still standing with his back to the stall door.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips. It wasn’t enough, but it helped. Petting it slowly and firmly was helping to dull the ache in stomach.

He leaned back into the door, his hand now rubbing at a steady pace. Without missing a beat he unzipped his pants, slid his hand under the waistband of his boxer-briefs, and released his erection from its prison.

It lurched forcefully out of his underwear, all 8.5 inches bouncing heavily in place. He took it into his fist and began to slowly tug on it. Precum already dripping, lubing the tight, pink skin of his cock head as his foreskin wrapped itself around it over and over.

Kun didn’t cum quickly, not usually. But he could feel himself at the edge already. All he needed to do was imagine Ten. The smell of his perfume. His plump lips. His slender neck. What he must feel like inside his hole. 

Kun could’ve cum quickly. Had someone not walked in the bathroom a second later, muttering a single, quiet, “Kun?”

Ten. Ten had come to find him.

Kun’s throat dried out, and he stuffed his cock back into his pants, ashamed.

He considered not answering. Maybe Ten would leave him alone and they could pretend it never happened. Never see each other again. But Ten persisted.

“Kun, are you okay?” He sounded concerned.

“I’m fine.” He spoke quietly.

“You rushed away pretty quickly, I just wanted to check in on you.” He paused. “Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Yes, I just need a minute, please.”

Silence. Then Kun heard Ten walking tentatively to the stall door.

“Can I help you with anything?” Ten said. To Kun it almost sounded like he purred the question. A shiver went up his spine.

“N—no, thank you. I just need to be alone.” Kun said, back still pressed against the cold metal door.

Kun felt Ten’s weight push up against the stall from the other side. And quietly, in the same sultry tone, Ten said, “Are you sure?”

Kun thought frantically about what to do next. He never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted this stranger in his life. What if he never saw him again? What if he never wanted someone like this again?

There was a lot of risk, this being a bathroom in a museum filled with people. But there was no one coming in or out, and Kun by now had been in this stall for about 10 minutes. Maybe it could work.

His cock throbbed in pants again. It knew what it wanted. Who it wanted.

Kun turned around and with a shaky hand, unlocked the door to his stall.

Ten was nervous. That was a very dangerous risk he just took.

Kun could’ve been a raging homophobe for all he knew. What if he had reacted violently? Called security? Or the cops? Any number of things could have gone wrong.

Ten was just so lonely these days. For friends, and companionship, and someone to feel close to. Even if only for a few minutes.

To his great relief, Kun unlocked the door for him.

It opened carefully, like he wanted Ten to invite himself in. So he pushed the door open and walked into the stall, nervous energy permeating the air.

Ten slid passed the open space of the entrance and Kun closed the door as he stepped inside. Ten found himself boxed in now. The toilet behind him, Kun by the door, and large walls on either side.

Ten was glad to see the bathroom was well cleaned. He was also glad to see the walls on the both sides went up to the ceiling, and down to the floor. So unless someone checked the stalls from the front, they wouldn’t be able to see two pairs of feet in there. And the stalls were dimly lit, the only light coming from the washing area of the bathroom. Adding to the intimate feeling.

He examined Kun, trying to get a sense of what he may be thinking. Kun was visibly tense, his eyes on the floor, and his hands covering his private area.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Kun said softly. “I just thought you were so beautiful, and your perfume smelled so nice and your skin was so soft I just —. I just lost myself.”

Heat rose to Ten’s cheeks. He began to look down at the floor, hiding his shy smile. 

“Thank you.” He said sheepishly. “I think you’re very handsome, too.”

Ten looked up and could tell Kun was smiling at the floor. Ten took a step forward.

He saw Kun’s smile drop, but he didn’t stop. If Kun wanted to stop him, Ten wouldn’t resist. But until that time came, Ten needed to see this through.

Taking another step forward, he heard Kun’s breathe shake a little, but he looked up from the floor finally.

He was a little taller than Ten, by an inch or two. Ten slowly reached up, and unzipped Kun’s jacket. Kun pulled it off and placed it onto the back of the toilet behind Ten. As he reached passed Ten to do so, Ten felt Kun’s hard cock brush against his hip.

Kun bounced quickly back to where he was standing, hands returning to their spot at his groin.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to — umm — I didn’t mean to do that.” He stammered.

Ten took his face into his hands, and spoke gently.

“It’s okay, Kun. I want this.”

Ten took another step forward, his and Kun’s chests now pressed together. And Kun’s erect penis pressed firmly against Ten’s growing cock.

“I want you.” Ten raised his chin slightly and pulled Kun’s head toward him, and gently pressed his lips against his.

It started slowly. Soft, gentle pecks in the dark. Sighing, and smiling, and hands caressing tenderly. Kun’s hands on Ten’s lower back, and Ten’s running through Kun’s hair.

Ten took in the smell of Kun’s cologne, and Kun became drunk again with the smell of Ten’s perfume. 

Ten hadn’t realized till just now, but Kun’s kisses became more fervent. More forceful. Kun had begun to almost open his mouth a little wider with each kiss. Ten reciprocated this energy, and opened his mouth for Kun, as well.

Kun slipped a tongue, only a little bit, just enough to slide against Ten’s lips and graze his tongue. Ten welcomed it, pressing deeper into Kun’s embrace, and sliding his tongue in to meet Kun’s.

That was all the coaxing he needed. Ten felt Kun’s hands grabbing at his clothes with more ardor, pulling and grasping at Ten’s body.

Their tongues danced together in each other’s mouths. Whipping against in each other hungrily and desperately. Kun began to let out soft moans between each lick of their tongues and Ten could feel his knees buckle beneath him.

In the heat of the moment Kun found himself bucking into Ten’s hip, grinding his erection against his lover’s hips. Without missing a beat, Ten reached down and wrapped one of his hands around the throbbing cock on his leg.

Kun gasped and ceased kissing Ten a second. The gentle embrace of Ten’s hand on his manhood sent a shot of electricity through his body that shocked his system for a second. He gathered his bearings and resumed tongue-fucking Ten’s mouth, and pumping his dick in and out of the warmth of Ten’s hand.

Ten’s hand grew hot with Kun’s cock in hand. The warmth of the skin and the muscles put him into a daze. It was soft, but hard all in the same. The meat was firm, and it pulsated occasionally as he was dragging Kun closer to climax.

Kun pulled his face away from Ten for a second and brought a single finger up to Ten’s lips.

“Open your mouth.” He said breathlessly. Ten obeyed.

Kun slide his finger into his mouth and ran it softly over Ten’s tongue. Ten sucked on it greedily, and ran his tongue over every inch of it that he could manage. It pressed deep into his mouth, sliding along his tongue till it was as far in as it could go.

He pulled his finger out and reached down till his palm was resting above the back of Ten’s jeans.

“Can I?” He asked, almost pleaded.

“Please.” Ten purred.

Kun pulled up his shirt with one hand and reached the other down into Ten’s pants. The flesh of his ass was soft, and the muscles toned. 

He squeezed and massaged for a second before reaching his other hand down inside. With it he grabbed one of Ten’s cheeks and gently pulled him open.

Ten held his breath in anticipation, till he felt the moist tip of Kun’s finger tenderly greet his hole. He whimpers quietly from surprise but Kun doesn’t stop. He traces slow, threatening circles around the entrance until Ten is inebriated with desire. Till he can’t think of anything but having something inside him.

“Please. Please put it in me…” He whispers longlingly. “I need it, daddy.”

That was all Kun needed. With as much gentle force as he could manage, he popped the tip into Ten’s ass. The excitement got the best of him and he slide his entire finger into him.

Ten flinched into Kun out of surprise and let out a loud moan. Kun shoved his mouth into Ten to help him keep quiet.

After about ten seconds pass Kun began moving his appendage in and out of Ten. The wetness of Ten’s walls coating his finger. The entrance of Ten’s hole clenched tightly around him. Sucking him back in every time he began to retreat.

Ten took his hand off Kun’s cock and threw both his arms around his neck.  He braced himself against Kun and let himself submit to the experience.

He pulled his pants down completely and began to hump Kun’s bare leg while he savored the feeling of the massage being given inside of his body.

Kun had begun to get aggressive. Shoving his finger down to the knuckle, and pulling it back near the tip before shooting it back in. 

Ten let out quiet groans, his face buried into Kun’s shoulder, biting heavily onto his shirt. With each insertion he threw his ass back onto Kun’s hand, to pull him into himself as deeply and forcefully as he could.

With Ten’s cock gyrating on one of Kun’s legs, Kun grabbed Ten’s leg closest to cock, lifted it up, and began to fuck his thigh.

The pressure began to build inside Kun as soon as he started. The tightening in his balls began to vibrate and stir in him. The same sensation fired up inside Ten. 

Kun’s hip against his cock as his finger was deep in his body was becoming too much. The heat of Ten’s boy pussy and warm, tight walls swallowing his finger had Kun’s cock harder than it had ever been in his life. He pulled Ten close, slid his tongue in his mouth, and prepared to shoot his load.

Ten began to thrust against Kun’s thigh even harder, his cock and hole twitching violently.

Almost as quickly as it had begun, it ended. Simultaneously as they were connected at the mouth, Kun shot his hot cum, and Ten did the same. Their moans filled the bathroom, their shaking bodies pressed against each other as they tried to maintain balance.

Balls empty, Kun and Ten began to kiss softly. Lips pressing gently to one another, while Kun softly swirled his fingers inside Ten’s pretty, pink hole: stroking his walls lovingly as Ten sighed happily.

Kun pulled his finger out of Ten slowly, memorizing the sensation of how tight and juicy and hot the insides of him were.

For a minute neither of them moved. Ten’s arms wrapped lazily around Kun’s neck, his face buried into Kun’s chest as he caught his breath once again. Kun held close, arms locked behind his lower back. 

He smiled, enjoying the feeling of Ten up against him, recovering from the short few minutes they spent together. Ten’s fingers gently caressing the back of Kun’s neck, running through his hair.

Ten lifted his head and began to kiss Kun’s neck. Small, tender kisses. Kun began to sink so far into the feeling of Ten’s fingers in his hair and his lips on his throat that he could’ve fallen asleep standing right there.

Ten pulled away, looked Kun in the eyes, and smiled sweetly. His eyes were tired, and satisfied. He tiptoed to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Thank you.” He sighed. “I needed that.”

“I did, too.” Kun said, an affectionate smirk on his lips.

Kun leaned down to give Ten one last kiss, and he reciprocated. They both soaked in these last few seconds, unsure of what this experience and the last few minutes meant.

Kun released Ten from his embrace and pulled up his pants. Ten also redressed himself.

“Umm…” Kun hesitated. “Would it be okay if I called you? I mean it’s okay if you feel weird about it. I just thought — I don’t know, we had such a good time and —“

“I’d like that.” He said, his expression a mix of shy joy and excited glee. “Give me your phone.”

Kun opened his contacts and handed it to him. He typed his name and number quickly, then paused for a second to think. He turned his back to Kun.

“Let’s take my contact photo.” He giggled.

“What?” Kun chuckled.

“Hurry up it’ll be fun!” He laughed. “Commemorate our, ‘first date.’”

Giggling still, Ten lifted the cell phone up, camera on, and framed himself and Kun in the screen. Kun wrapped his arms around Ten’s waist, nuzzled his nose into his neck, and breathed in his scent.

He heard the click of the camera in his phone and Ten brought the phone up to show the picture. It was a little dim but he could still see theirselves clearly.

Ten’s smile was bright, his face elated and a little bashful. Kun was barely visible behind Ten. His eyes were closed, and his face was nuzzled into the crook of Ten’s neck. Looking at the selfie, Kun couldn’t help but sigh warmly. He hadn’t seen himself so content in a long time.

“You promise you’ll call?” He asked.

Ten gave a tiny smile, turned around once more, and hugged onto Kun’s neck again.

“I promise.”