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Missing You Pt 2 - Horangi x Konig [NSFW]

Horangi returns from his mission, will he learn of what Konig got up to while he was away?

PART ONE

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Horangi was relieved to see the KorTac base again. Two months undercover in a shitty hideout meant he had come to miss his small quarters, basic meals and the friendly faces of the team. Especially that of his partner, Konig.

It was going into the evening when Horangi’s heli landed on the tarmac and he finally felt solid ground after hours of flying. Not getting a moment to catch his breath before he was ushered to a briefing room. Needing to debrief and write his mission report.  Horangi did as he was ordered, making sure to be quick about it. The jitters of being home and being so close to Konig had his knee bobbing under the table as he wrote. Eyes looking to the clock and hands flicking through each page, hoping he would finish before curfew. Finally done, Horangi was quickly out of the door.

Determined to hunt down Konig, he realised his quarry was just outside the briefing room door, leaning against the wall.

Konig lifted his head and his blue eyes closed in a bright smile. Immediately stepping away from the wall to meet Horangi at the door.

“Horangi, welcome back,” Konig said cheerily.

“It’s good to be back,” Horangi replied, looking up and down the hall, he frowned. “Were you waiting for me?”

“But of course! I came as soon as I heard you had arrived.”

Horangi’s frown only worsened at that, “How long?”

“N-Not long,” 

“Konig . . .” 

“ . . . Two hours.”

“ Two hours ?” Horangi repeated, exasperated. “You didn’t have to do that. I would've come to find you as soon as I was done.”

“I know . . .” Konig mumbled, shifting from foot to foot. “But I wanted to. I . . . I wanted to be the first person you saw when you came back.”

Horangi’s heart twinged in delightful heartbreak at the thought and he could not help but let out a small laugh, “Well, aren’t you sweet.”

Konig only flushed, the small bit of skin around his eyes blooming red even through the black paint.

“Have you eaten?” Horangi asked, knowing he himself was starving as he had not eaten since before his exfil earlier that day.

Kongi shook his head, “No, not yet.”

“Let’s go get dinner, then. And I’ll tell you all about the mission.” Horangi said while nodding with his head to follow him.

“I would love that.” Voice sounding genuinely delighted.

The towering Austrian then took to Horangi’s side as they walked. Shoulders brushing with each step.

. . .

The two enjoyed a filling but boringly simple meal from the mess along with Horangi recounting his mission. Gladly answering any of Konig’s questions and preening when he heard Konig’s praise. All the while, their legs brushed under the table, both restraining their need for closeness until later, when they were alone.

Luckily, they did not have to wait long, as Konig gladly invited Horangi to ‘visit’ his quarters. Which, between them, meant Horangi would not complete his visitation until morning.

Konig ushered Horangi inside and closed the door, happy to see Horangi in his personal space again.

Horangi went to sit down on the edge of the bed, going about removing his sunglasses and mask now that there were no prying eyes to watch. Konig himself had just removed his hood when he noticed it. The pillowcase he had pilfered from Horangi’s room had been abandoned on his bed. Right where Horangi was sitting.

Konig hastily grabbed the case, hoping Horangi did not see it. It appeared so as Horangi only looked at him in confusion at his sudden movement.

“What are you doing?”

“N-Nothing.” Konig mumbled as he quickly went to his dresser drawers.

“Then what are you holding?” Konig flinched when he heard Horangi get up from the bed. Pulling out a drawer intending to hide the item until further notice. 

“It’s really nothing.” Closing the draw and turning, Horangi was right behind him, making Konig jump.

“Then why are you hiding it?”  The taller man almost flinched again when he saw the suspicion in Horangi’s face. Scarred lips thinned into a line and handsome eyes squinting as he tried to look past him.

“I . . . Uhm . . .” Konig started, eyes nervously darting between Horangi and the drawer. “It’s . . .”

Horangi’s sharp gaze softened as he realised he may be distressing him. Reaching out, he took one of Konig’s hands in his own. The Austrian’s hand was unsurprisingly large, with broad fingers and callouses from where he held his weapon. Horangi’s were dwarfed slightly in comparison, not that he minded. Horangi could probably look at them for days, admire them, touch them, kiss them. He was almost tempted to but he had other matters to attend to first.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Horangi reassured, squeezing the palm of Konig’s right hand between both of his own. “But you can tell me anything, ok?”

Konig seemed to ponder over that, his eyes looking to the drawer once before he looked back to Horangi. Very clearly torn between whether to explain himself or not.

“I . . . It’s a pillowcase f-from your room.”

“From my room?” Horangi echoed, a bit confused.

“I went to drop off that book you gave me,” Konig explained, voice hastened in an effort to explain himself. “And I . . . I er- got . . . Got distracted.” His hand between Horangi’s own squeezed. “I thought it best to take it for . . . For safekeeping.”

Horangi only needed a moment before he connected the dots. His heart then swelling as he realised just what this meant. “Did you miss me that much?”

“M-More than that! I think I would have gone a little crazy if you had come back any later. But I did not steal anything else! I thought this might not be of importance so you would not miss it when it was gone.”

Horangi felt a smile curl his lip, his whole chest feeling this dull sort of ache as he listened to Konig. Could someone feel sad but also so overjoyed at the same time? Because Horangi thought he felt it, with his chest aching but heart soaring at the thought of what his absence had meant to Konig. That he had been so desperate for anything tangibly Horangi’s that he had stooped to taking something of his to ensure he did not grow too lonely.

Someone else may have thought it a tad unhealthy but to Horangi it was one of the most romantic things he had ever heard.

“You can have whatever you want Konig, just say the word.”

“Oh,” Konig looked visibly surprised by that. His eyes lowered to look over Horangi’s form. “Then . . . Then can I have your shirt? O-Only after you’ve finished using it . . .” 

Konig faltered as his eyes grew wide. Watching as Horangi took off his shirt, pulling it up and over his head and holding it ourt to him. 

“Go on,” Horangi pushed the clothing into Konig’s hands. “It’s yours.”

Konig’s fingers were trembling slightly, apprehension and thrill making his heartbeat ring in his ears. Looking down at the fabric - to the untrained eye it was nothing special - a grey military issue t-shirt with the KorTac emblem covering where the heart would be on the left. But for Konig, it was like a priceless treasure. The cloth was still warm from Horangi’s body heat and even from this distance he could smell the hint of sweat that had set him off a few weeks prior. His hands were now shaking as he lifted the shirt to his nose, feeling his face burn red as he did it all the while Horangi watched. Sharp eyes not ever looking away, partially lidded and pupils blown out as it appeared that Horangi was quite enjoying what he was watching.

“I had no idea you liked my smell so much,” Horangi said, voice hushed. 

The Korean man stepped closer, one leg pressing between both of Konig’s own until their hips were touching. Konig let in a quickened breath as he felt a shape pressing to his abdomen. Horangi had gotten excited.

“I . . . I didn’t either,” Konig mumbled, pressing the cloth harder to his face in an effort to hide his embarrassment. Feeling his rushing blood start to pump south. “It wasn’t until you left that I realised.”

Horangi let out a soft hum, tilting his head slightly as he watched Konig for a moment. Watching as he breathed into his shirt. A shirt he had been wearing all day and that he had dirtied with sweat.

“Well, next time, tell me. I’ll leave some clothes behind for you.”

Konig’s eyes brightened, the ice-cold blue eyes so pretty Horangi did not dare look away. “Y-You would do that? For me?”

“Of course,” Horangi said, not helping but smiling. “I’d do anything to make you happy.”

Konig’s heart ached as if it had grown with each affirmation Horangi gave him. At this point, he was worried it was going to burst out of his chest. The pain of it, to the joy of it, made his eyes sting again. Before he knew it, tears were dribbling down his cheeks.

“I-I-I thought . . . I thought you might . . . Might think it weird.” Konig mumbled with a trembling, weeping voice.

“Not at all!” Horangi immediately reassured. Reaching up and cupping Konig’s face between his hands, pulling him away from the shirt. Horangi felt adoration swell in his chest as he beheld him. Eyes glittering with glistening tears, lips trembling and cheeks blotching red. If it were not for the fact that Konig was in distress, he would consider making Konig cry more often. He looked so beautiful. So perfect.

Horangi pushed himself up on his tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Konig’s lips, enjoying the sharp but snotty inhalation of breath through the other man’s nose. Konig’s free hand reached out to hold him close as he reciprocated, Horangi not minding when he tasted the salt of Konig’s tears between their lips.

In fact, it excited him. Aroused him, even.

Horangi pulled his lips away, licking his lips to savour the taste. Seeing the wet tracks down Konig’s cheeks he sprung into action. Kissing at each of Konig’s eyelids, happy to feel Konig almost melt a little in his hands. He then dashed his tongue out and licked the tear trails. Only a little disturbed when he felt himself harden at the tang of salt.

Pulling away, Horangi allowed Konig to bury his face once more into the shirt in his hand. His eyes still visible and wide as they looked at him.

“You know, I think it’s hot actually.”

“R-Really?”

Horangi nodded in affirmation his small smile only faltering for a moment before he said, “It also gives me an idea.”

. . .

Konig was still leaning against the set of drawers. His left hand shakily holding onto the edge of the furniture as his knees grew weaker by the moment, his right still forever holding Horangi’s donated shirt to his face. Gasping in air that smelled of him. 

His eyes casted down to watch what was happening below.

Horangi was on his knees, hands on either of Konig’s hips and his mouth around Konig’s cock. Just as he had imagined it.

Konig whined as Horangi pulled his mouth off with a ‘pop’ and licked at the head, divoting into the slit. His eyes crinkled when he heard just how much Konig was enjoying himself.

He took Konig’s cock again into his mouth, nose flaring for breaths as he did. Struggling to accommodate but still making room as Konig went past his tongue and down his throat. Letting out a faint groan as he felt the shaft twitch, only making Horangi all the harder.

Horangi’s head began to move, his lips dragging up and down Konig’s shaft. Coating the shaft in his saliva as he did. Konig’s eyes closed in pleasure for a moment before opening again, Horangi feeling smug to know he wanted to watch.

His pace quickened as he grew used to Konig’s size down his throat, although his jaw did start to ache. But Horangi gladly ignored it, as it was worth it to see Konig creep closer and closer to orgasm.

Horangi could see it coming near. See it in how the great expanse of Konig’s chest rippled with shiver after shiver and breath after shaky breath. He could feel it on his tongue, the veins on the shaft twitching as it strained not to finish too soon. He could hear it in Konig’s noises, going from intermittent to often, not growing louder but rather shakier and higher in pitch.

“Sheisse,” Konig’s muffled voice swore. “I-I’m close, Horangi . . . I-I hah- I’m almost there.”

 His head then rolled back, shirt still bunched to his mouth and nose. Coming to the precipice, just before it all came crashing down. His eyes squeezed shut, his shoulders hunching. Konig let out one rasping breath, his lungs gasping to hold one more breath before-

A hand squeezed at his balls and the base of his cock, the warmth and bliss of Horangi’s mouth gone.

“Wha-” Konig blustered as he looked down.

Horangi was still down on his knees, hands between Konig’s knees. He must have seen the anguish and confusion in Konig’s eyes as he smiled, that hungry glitter in his gaze.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Konig whimpered in distress, hips fidgeting in frustration. His body jittery with energy from being edged.

“Get on the bed for me,” Horangi requested, getting up to his feet. “And get undressed.”

Konig did not even stop to complain. Shuffling onto the bed and stripping, careful not to aggravate his painfully hard cock. Horangi was soon with him, the rest of his clothes already forgotten on the floor.

“Get comfortable,” Horangi said as he climbed up ontop of him, settling down down on his knees on either side of Konig’s legs. “I’m gonna ride you.”

Konig was happy to hear but still spoke, “B-But don’t you need to prep? We have not done it in so long.”

Horangi let out a huff of a laugh, “Oh please, what do you think I was getting up to on my mission? I had so much free time while I was away.”

Konig felt his aching cock twitch at the thought. Horangi missing Konig. Missing Konig being inside him. So much so he had fingered himself just to satiate the urge. Perhaps thinking of him as he did it, calling out his name even though he was not there to hear it. Konig would have to remember this conversation for later.

In the meanwhile, Horangi had poured lube onto Konig’s cock. The cool liquid a soothing balm for his aroused agitation but even more greatful when Horangi’s hand took him in a soft grip. Spreading the lube up and down, perhaps giving him a few more delicious strokes before leaving him again.

Horangi only looked back for a moment to ensure he was lined up right before facing to lock eyes with Konig. Bright, cold blue and dark, warm brown. The former looked balefully onwards, while the latter stared back ravenous. Both of them squeezing closed as Horangi took Konig’s generous size in one move. Konig whined as Horangi let out a grateful sigh as they settled. Their eyes opening once more and holding the others gaze.

Horangi lifted himself up again experimentally, Konig assisting by holding a hand at his hip to keep him steady. Mourning the loss of heat and tightness of Horangi’s insides for only a moment more before Horangi sat straight down again. Forcing a gasp out of Konig.

With that Horangi created an exquisite but agonizing rhythm, dragging Koing’s cock out deliberately slow before falling down in one snap. Skin slapping as Konig could only gasp. The hand on his hip weakly squeezing while the other kept Horangi’s shirt close.

Horangi’s cock bobbed unattended as he rode Konig. Ignored by Horangi, who knew full well he could finish with just Konig's cock alone, given time.

Konig was very clearly reaching his end again, his eyes only just managing to stay open as he struggled for air. Horangi was not going to allow this.

Ceasing his movements and sitting flatly on Konig’s cock, he ignored the mourning whimper from his lover to lean over the larger man. He placed one of his hands over the lower half of Konig’s face over the shirt. Stifling Konig’s already out-of-pace breaths. Konig did not object, his now unoccupied hand going to Horangi’s other hip. His eyes were pleasingly pitiful as he waited for Horangi to continue. And Horangi opted to not keep him waiting.

Changing plans, Horangi now ground down on Konig’s cock. Knees steady on the bed and hips rolling back and fro, bringing great pleasure to the both of them. Horangi groaning as Konig’s cock pushed against a spot he favoured inside.

This time, Horangi did not take his time. His hips grinding on Konig’s cock mercilessly, making the bed they lay on creak with each movement. All the while, Horangi’s hand held strongly at his face. Allowing air to still filter through the fabric but barely, smothering Konig with only Horangi’s scent surrounding him.

Konig felt pure pleasurable euphoria as his chest needed air enough to ache. The strain being so much that tears began to well up in his eyes.

Horangi smiled, almost smug if he were not so far gone himself. 

“Fuck,” He gasped, eyes etching over what little of Konig’s face he could see. “God, you’re so beautiful when you cry.” Horangi bit his bottom lip, his own cock twitching in warning of his impending end. “You make the prettiest faces when you cry . . . Hah- It makes me want to make you cry ngh- more often.”

Konig only groaned, upper body stretching and arching. To Horangi’s sick joy, the tears fell and wet the shirt.

Konig was close again, so close. He wanted it to end but didn’t. The pleasure of Horangi riding him into oblivion and the pain to struggle for breath brought such elation. His mind near to thoughtlessness apart from the pure want for Horangi. 

Horangi was a sight to behold, even in Konig’s exfixated state. Weak but visible smile, ears tinted pink and forehead wet with sweat.

“Cum for me, Konig.” Horangi rasped, riding Konig’s cock like his life depended on it. Like if he did not, it would all end. “Go on. Inside. I don’t mind.”

Konig whined and whimpered below, his head rolling from side to side but eyes never leaving Horangi’s. The shirt was moistened not just by tears but saliva, his mouth now open and begging for air.

“I want to feel it inside. Give it to me. Go on. Be good for me.”

It was not a moment after that Konig came. Muscles seizing and toes curling. His eyes rolling to the back of his head as orgasmic rapture overcame him, forcing more tears to fall from his eyes.

Horangi was so close that all he needed was to see Konig, pathetic and wretched as he is, cum. To feel Konig twitch inside him as he spilled his seed. Now only needing a few more rolls of his hips before he too came. His cock spurting cum out in rivulets onto Konig’s bare and pale stomach.

Horangi immediately removed both his hand and shirt away from Konig’s mouth, a small bit relieved to hear the Austrian gasp gratefully for air. After which both men stilled to breathe and to come down from the highest of cloud nines.

Konig was the first to move, hands on Horangi’s hips rubbing up and down his sides as he let out a content sigh. The other man lowering to kiss either of Konig’s cheeks before he took his lips. Neither moving for a while, just savouring the pleasantness of it all.

Pulling away, Horangi smiled weakly. “I need a shower and a good night's sleep.”

“You can use my bathroom.” Konig offered, voice hopeful. “And I can go get a change of sheets and you could spend the night . . . Maybe?” The last word attached on in a vestige effort to not force Horangi.

“I’m surprised you would even asked, isn’t it a given that I’d stay?”

“Well . . . I wanted to extend the invite regardless.”

Horangi actually chuckled at that, stealing one, then two, then several short loving pecks on the lips from Konig. God, how he loved him.

[true-to-the-rp]

RP Request (Open)

(Update: 2024)

Hi, Im Satan, Im 24 years old. Im looking for an RP partner for Discord (but can be convinced to RP on Tumblr never done it before). This is also my side blog for RP search, and probably looks terrible dont mind it. I dont have a computer to fix it.

I have fandom RP Ideas right now, and only do Canon x Cannon. I like Original stuff, and have a few original ideas but I have been craving some Cannon/Cannon action. There are some AU ideas for some, and Headcannons for the characrers Im playing. I'm open to work on a different plot or ideas that you have in mind, Nothing I writen for the character section is Set and Stone! Dm me - lord_satan_ on discord or on tumblr messanger

If there is another pairing you wanna do instead of the ones listed just ask! Even if there from a different fandom! I might be willing to rp them.

Information

Im 25

He/Her/Them

EST Time Zone.

I like making playlists for the rp, sending art of the pairings (not my own, I only draw clothing) and when Im really in the mood yammer about stuff.

I have moments where I go silent, sorry about that. I sometimes just not in the mood to chat.

I have Autism, and sometimes suck at spelling.

I RP mainly on Discord but I can be convinced to RP on Tumblr if you are comfortable with it.

I write in 3rd person

Canon/Canon Pairing Only (M/M)

Semi lit to Lit, depending on the partner.

Rules

Be patient, I sometimes forget or get busy with life. If its been more then 24 hours please ping me again.

Be honest, if you arent enjoying the rp, or getting tired tell me.

No 1st person

No one liner, Im looking for Semi Lit.

No Minors, 18 plus Partner (I want 21+, but Im not gonna be picky). If You lied to me about your age, and I find out. Ill ban you.

Limits

Nothing with Eyes, Im down to clown withgore (cause I have two killers in this list)

Dont jump to sex please. I want build up.

No R*pe in the rp, the person can be sexually herrassed and it can be a thing that happened to the character in the past. But no R*pe in the rp.

Fandoms, Bold and coloured are character I can play!

Persona

Akechi Goro × Kurusu Akira

Akechi and Akira are from the same school/collage, and both are rivals. Enemies to friends to Lovers.

CoD | Call of Duty

Horangi x Kongi

Horangi has been a big fan of a ex porn star, unknown to him that star works right next to him and Kongi is clueless that he is big fan of Horangi music when he was an idol. (Based of a Fanfic I read)

Price x Graves

Graves didnt want to betray the group but he had to, for his young daughter. Group unaware of this, even Price someone he was having a romantic relationship with. (Am Open to other stuff turn to page Soup x Ghost (x roach?) for AU ideas if you don't wanna do this plot)

Soap x Ghost (x Roach?)

Monster AU, Camboy Au, Streamer AU, Flower shop/Tattoo Shop Au, Mermaid Au, or anything

South Park

Butters x Kenny

Theres a rumor that Choas has crated a formula that could give people superpowers. Making heads turn. Enemy to lovers.

Tweek x Craig

Collage AU. I dint have a detail plot idea, but open to discuss stuff for these two!

Evil Within

Sebastian x Ruben "Ruvik"

AU: Ruvik is a doctor at a hospital, he cares for his younger brother. Sebastian as a daughter who lways in and out of hospitals cause of her health. (AUs and Other stuff Welcomed if plot doesnt interest you)

Outlast

Eddie Gluskin x Waylon Park

I dont really have a plot idea for this one, open to suggestion and AUs!

You made it to the end, perfect. Hit me up with headcannons for the character you wanna play, Im so down to discuss Plot and Themes, also send ne your Triggers and No Nos.

[staytheb]

Thinking of You

Pairing: OX’s Hangyeom x OC [Chaejin] || OX’s Hyuk x OC [Chaewon] Genre: idol!au, slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 4,078 Summary: The male idols have been thinking of the sisters and vice versa as of late. Yet, the latter never thought they would be spending the last hours of the last day of the year with the former though.

Warning: none

hello! my last written piece of the year and it’s with two members from OX! despite what is going on with them, i wanted to write something in hopes of good news in 2023 for them. also, this is fictional work, and so the fictional world is a happy one and does not mention their current situation either. other than that, i just wanted to write something for the new year and last day and Hangyeom and Hyuk popped into my head as the male leads despite other possibilities lol. so yeah, that’s about it and so happy reading and kthxbai, Admin  Lia~

"Hiya, Kongie." Chaejin cooed as she petted the female bichon's head.

"How have you been, girl?"

She scooped up the small dog into her arms as she sat on her friend, Jiae's, couch of her home as her friend joined her on the other side after changing clothes.

"Congratulations on getting your own place." Chaejin congratulated Jiae as her friend smiled happily.

"Thanks. It took a while, but I'm glad to have my own space for me and Kongie."

When the Bichon heard her name said by Jiae, she jumped out of Chaejin's arms and ran over to her owner's arms instead. The friends chuckled as Jiae cast Chaejin with a playful look.

"So, you ended up dating an idol and now he's your boyfriend, huh?"

Chaejin rolled her eyes as Jiae laughed.

"What? It's true though."

"It isn't." Chaejin declined before clarifying the whole situation to Jiae.

"Chaewon and I happened to become friends with them and over time each of us had gotten closer to one of them more than the others."

Chaejin cast her with a firm look.

"There's no dating and no boyfriend of any sorts."

Jiae scoffed.

"Don't lie. You messaged me that those two were the only ones that gave you two cosmetics for Christmas while the other members gave y'all cookies."

"And so?"

"So, you and I both know that this holiday is usually for couples and what not."

"There were no couples. Just a group of friends."

"Yeah, right."

Jiae even motioned at her own gifts from her boyfriend.

"Jongsoo gave me many cosmetics brands and I still have the ones he gave me for my birthday, too."

Chaejin rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, true, but I hardly wear it and so just ended up giving the gift Hangyeom got me to my sister anyway. Although Hyuk did give her quite a bit."

"Okay, see, and yet you're telling me that you two don't like them like that or they don't like you at all, because it's clear that they like y'all for real."

"They're idols, Jiae, and Chaewon and I aren't."

"Yeah, and so? It happened for others so it could happen for you two, too. I mean, y'all were fans of theirs despite keeping it a secret from them."

"Obviously. It's only so that they didn't think we were stalkers since Chaewon and I lived in the same building before knowing that they lived there, too."

"Okay, okay."

Yet Jiae still wouldn't drop the subject.

"Still, you never clarified about the thing that happened between you and Song Hangyeom."

Chaejin instantly became shy, but played it cool.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Jiae's face lit up as she figured out what happened that night.

"Y'all kiss, huh?"

"No." Chaejin denied, a bit too quickly as Jiae's smile widened.

"Oh, you two did and now you're playing it off."

"I am not."

"Yes, you are."

"Okay, fine, whatever. We kissed." Chaejin said, giving in and not wanting to be badgered by Jiae.

Jiae laughed before becoming serious.

"So, what are you two gonna do?"

"What do you mean?"

"You and Song Hangyeom while it's Chaewon and Yang Hyuk."

Again, Chaejin's eyes rolled.

"Seriously, Jiae, I really don't think there's gonna be anything between us despite him and I kissing. I don't know much about my sister and Hyuk though."

"A kiss during Christmas time isn't something to dismiss so easily, Chaejin."

Jiae shot her friend a knowing look.

"You never know though unless y'all admit it or they do it first."

"Highly doubtful. They have their own fans and careers to worry about."

"True, but they're just like us with real feelings."

"Never said they weren't."

"But y'all are distancing yourselves from such things from naturally happening. Actually, by that, I mean you're the one keeping the distance while Chaewon is just going with the flow."

Chaejin shrugged.

"Okay, true, but like, I don't know. Besides, we haven't really talked since then due to our differing schedules."

"You guys can message each other." Jiae reasoned as Chaejin nodded, knowingly.

"Yes, obviously, but I'm not gonna blow up his phone. He does that enough on his own."

"See, he likes you."

"Whatever. Besides, weren't you and I supposed to hang out and do other things today and not talk about mine or Chaewon's love life as it's the last day of the year?"

"Yes, but I like talking about your lack of a love life that turned promising now. As for Chaewon, she at least tried dating unlike you."

"Wow and whatever."

The two friends shared a laugh as by this time, Kongie had fallen asleep, allowing the two friends to catch up and continue their bonding time for the last day of the year until Jiae mentioned that she had a date later on with Jongsoo, cutting their hang out time short.

"I can't believe you were hiding your idol boyfriend from us." Chaewon's friend, Jiwoo, stated once the group of friends settled around the table at a cafe.

Chaewon met up with her close group of friends, Jiwoo, Yein, and Eunsoo once they found time to hang out after Christmas.

"Yeah, like it all makes so much sense now how close you and Hyuk were." Eunsoo added as Yein looked at the other two with a firm look.

"Well, it's not like Chaewon can go around revealing who he is though. They have to keep their relationship a secret from the public."

Jiwoo and Eunsoo nodded in agreement although Chaewon rolled her eyes.

"I don't have an idol boyfriend and it wasn't my secret to reveal."

"Wait. You're not dating him?" Yein deadpanned with a serious face.

"You and him had the best chemistry every time we had a group date with him and his friends."

"No way that y'all aren't dating. Didn't the two of you kiss on Christmas though?" Jiwoo asked, curiously.

"I mean, that's what you told us in our Kakao chat."

Chaewon nodded nonchalantly while keeping a cool demeanor.

"Yes, we kissed, but before the moment could be settled or anything discussed, we were interrupted by his members and acted like nothing happened. They had other things to do and so we just let the moment pass us by."

"Ooh, that sucks." Eunsoo commented with a sympathetic look.

"Have you guys talked since then though?"

"No. He's been busy with his own schedule and so have I."

"Wait. What about your sister?" Jiwoo piped up as Yein nodded eagerly.

"Oh yeah, what about her? How did it go for her?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. I was too worried about my own life to worry about hers."

Chaewon shrugged as she remained nonchalant about the whole thing.

"Besides, he's an idol, remember? I'm not sure if he's able to date and his group has just gained growing popularity so they're bound to be busy and what not."

"Well, you never know." The trio chorused in an optimistic way.

"Anything can happen."

"Yeah, and that the two of you shared a kiss not that long ago, too."

"Yeah."

Chaewon brushed them off and changed the topic on them.

"Forget about my love life. What about yours? How did the last group date go?"

Each girl made a face upon remembering their last group date around Christmas time.

"Not worth mentioning."

"Yeah, definitely not worth mentioning."

"You seriously lucked out with these guys."

Chaewon made a face.

"That bad, huh?"

"Mmhmm."

Jiwoo returned the topic back onto Chaewon.

"Either way, at least you and Yang Hyuk have each other, so that's a blessing instead." 

She grinned widely at Chaewon as Chaewon rolled her eyes.

"He and I just happened to grow closer than the rest of y'all and that he lived in the same complex building as me, too."

"Oh, yeah. Why hang out with us when you can spend the last day of the year with him instead?" Yein mentioned in a good-natured tone as Chaewon scoffed.

"Stop, please."

The other three giggled as they continued to playfully teased their friend as the quartet enjoyed their time at the cafe. Soon they changed subjects, talking about anything and everything that came to mind, enjoying the others' company until the trio mentioned a group date they had to attend and cutting their hang out short.

Chaejin returned home first as she flopped onto the sectional sofa upon kicking off her shoes and being too lazy to even walk all the way to her room to sleep.

"I guess I can sleep in for New Year's Eve and let the new year roll on without me actually noticing it."

She chuckled before hearing the front door open.

"Oh, you're home, too?" Melanie commented upon seeing her sister lying stomach down on the sofa while placing her things on the coffee table.

"I thought you'd be over at Jiae's longer."

"Me, too, but she had a date with Jongsoo in the evening."

Chaejin cast her sister a tired look.

"Weren't you supposed to be out and about longer, too?"

"Yeah, but they ended up having one last minute group date before this year ends and I didn't want to participate."

Chaewon lied down on the other side of the sectional couch, equally as tired as her sister.

"So tired."

"Me, too."

"You don't wanna stay up to countdown for the new year?"

"Not really. Gonna sleep in again like last year though."

Chaejin had shut her eyes before opening one of them to stare at her sister.

"Unless you're making dinner tonight, I'll reconsider."

"I'll think about it."

Chaejin scoffed as Chaewon laughed. Each sister settled in their spot to get even more comfortable.

"What time is it anyway?" Chaejin broke the silence as Chaewon shrugged.

"Dunno. You can check your phone or the clock yourself."

"True, but too lazy."

"Like I'm not the same way."

"True."

The two shared a tired and sleepy laugh, but Chaejin ended up checking the time out of curiosity.

"Oh, it's barely three, but I feel more tired than usual though. So weird."

"We've been out and about all day, that's why. It's time for a good nap." Chaewon reasoned as Chaejin agreed.

"Oh, yeah, true. Well, I'll set an alarm to make dinner later then. Six or seven okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Later is probably better if we wanna do the new year countdown."

"I guess, if that's what you wanna do, then dinner will be around seven-thirty or eight."

"Okay, cool." 

Both sisters ended up rising from the sofa, headed off to their rooms after bidding one another an early goodnight, changed clothes, refreshed themselves, and finally settled into bed for a good nap. A few hours later the duo were contacted by two specific idols before Chaejin's alarm could even wake her up to make dinner. At first, the sisters declined in meeting up with them, but luckily, the men persuaded the women to come out since they had free time and wanted to spend the last few hours of the last day of the year with them since they haven't hung out in person since Christmas. The sisters agreed with Chaejin meeting Hangyeom on top of the rooftop of their apartment complex and Chaewon would be meeting Hyuk at the nearby cafe they often frequented together.

Chaejin rubbed her gloves hands together as she leaned against the rooftops' ledge while waiting for Hangyeom to show up.

"What am I still doing out here in the cold waiting for that brat though?" Chaejin voiced a bit annoyed as she brought down her gaze from the night sky down to the city lights below.

She marvelled at the pretty sight as a slow smile graced her face.

"At least I still got the scenery to keep me occupied."

"It's pretty, right?"

Chaejin heard from behind her as Hangyeom finally joined her at the rooftop's ledge all bundled up himself.

"Yeah, it is."

She turned her head to look at the idol as she eyed him suspiciously.

"You could have just hung out with the rest of your members instead of interrupting my sleep to celebrate the new year like you did on Christmas, Song Hangyeom."

Hangyeom chuckled as he faced her.

"I could've, but I didn't want to."

"Why?"

"I've been thinking about you." Hangyeom admitted as Chaejin redirected the attention elsewhere.

"Okay, well,  I mean you could've just spent it with your parents since they live close by."

"Yeah, true, but," He cast her a sweet smile, "I wanted to spend it with you, Lee Chaejin."

Chaejin immediately turned her head to face the sights below as she instantly grew shy at his words, but didn't want him to know that he had that kind of effect on her.

"Shut up, Song Hangyeom."

He laughed as he softly shoulder bumped her.

"C'mon. I've been thinking about you and you haven't thought about me at all since Christmas?"

"No."

That's a lie. Chaejin has, but she didn't want to admit that to him. Hangyeom pouted.

"I haven't seen you in almost a week and this is how you treat and greet me?"

He slightly shoulder bumped her once again, but it was more of a lean than a bump as Hangyeom stood closer against Chaejin, shoulder to shoulder.

"Yes." She deadpanned, trying to keep her cool in front of the idol and not letting him know that him being that close to her had any sort of effect on her.

"Aww, I thought we were past this and grew closer since Christmas since we kissed and all."

Hangyeom continued to pout, still watching her intently.

"That's what you think."

Chaejin continued to avoid eye contact and refrained from moving away from Hangyeom's gaze and closeness.

"Just admit that you like me, Lee Chaejin."

"No."

"Oh, c'mon."

"Leave me alone, Song Hangyeom."

"No. I like bothering you, Lee Chaejin."

"Of course you do."

"Mmhmm. So, just admit it."

"I'll think about it."

"Then think about me."

"I think about you enough."

"Oh? You do? Do I keep you up at night, thinking about me, Chaejin?"

Chaejin could hear the amusement in his voice once those words left her mouth as she continued to remain calm and collected, but deep down inside she grew flustered with his attention on her. So, she tried to reason out her feelings to be neutral and nothing more than that.

"I mean, as a former ROSE, and a current FOR X, of course I think about you and the other members. Equally. I think about all y'all equally and the same and all that."

She knew she didn't sound convincing and so knew that he knew that she wasn't convincing either of them of her words.

"Just, shut up, Hangyeom."

She slightly glared at Hangyeom as he laughed cheekily as he propped an elbow on the ledge and placed his chin onto his palm to stare at Chaejin, lovingly.

"No, go on, and tell me more."

"No."

She turned her face away once more, embarrassed and just even more shy than before. Soon Chaejin felt his hands gently grab the upper part of her arms to turn her body to face his so that she wouldn't be able to escape and avoid him like all the previous times. Still that didn't stop her eyes from looking elsewhere.

"Could you look at me, please?" He asked as Chaejin slowly focused her eyes onto him to which he smiled widely.

"Now, isn't that much better?"

"It would be if it wasn't so freaking cold, Hangyeom." She countered, causing Hangyeom to laugh at her response.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, but I hope this will suffice for now."

Hangyeom moved his gloved hands down to her own so that he could place them into his pockets while pulling Chaejin closer within his embrace.

"Is this better?"

Chaejin suppressed a smile from forming on her face as she tried to continue to keep herself neutral. Hangyeom was definitely making it harder for her to keep her calm composure day by day.

"I guess, but it just seems and feels more awkward now."

"I think you should get used to it."

"I don't think I'll ever get used to having actual feelings for an idol to be honest."

Hangyeom smiled at Chaejin's indirect confession.

"Don't think of me as an idol then."

"That's kind of hard when you have such a handsome face that just calls for attention."

Hangyeom burst out laughing as he pulled Chaejin even closer to him.

"Oh? So, you think I'm handsome?"

Chaejin groaned as she snuggled within his warm embrace unconsciously to hide her embarrassed face.

"You're so annoying."

"Annoying enough to get your attention, right?"

"I'm leaving." 

Chaejin tried to pull away to make her escape, but Hangyeom kept her in place with a smiling look.

"Okay, Chaejin, okay."

He laughed heartily and Chaejin could feel it rumble from his chest against her own body. Something within her finally gave in to her own feelings and to just go with the flow to see where this would lead them.

"Fine, Hangyeom."

"Hmm?"

Now a curious expression formed upon his face as Chaejin cast him with a shy-like yet gentle look appear on her face.

"I've been thinking about you, too, and yes, I do like you, Song Hangyeom."

Hangyeom's face lit with surprise before changing to one of happiness.

"I like you, too, Lee Chaejin."

Hangyeom cupped her face while rubbing his thumbs against her cheekbones.

"I like you a lot."

Hangyeom leaned in closer and Chaejin met him halfway as the two shared a kiss just as fireworks went off in the background to signal that the twenty-twenty-two year was gone and twenty-twenty-three had arrived.

"Happy new year, Song Hangyeom."

"Happy new year, Lee Chaejin."

They wished each other as they watched the sky light up beautifully for a moment before sharing another kiss.

Chaewon entered the small yet quaint cafe, being greeted by the warm atmosphere and not so busy vibe. She sighed in relief upon welcoming the warmth and the quietness while making her way over to the counter to put in an order while she waited for Hyuk to arrive. Chaewon was debating on what to drink when she felt a tap on her elbow and turned to see who it was.

"Uh, hi." She greeted the tall stranger with a polite demeanor.

Both of them wore face coverings and were bundled up from head to toe. It dawned on Chaejin a moment later that the stranger was Hyuk and that he had already arrived before her as he already had a drink in his hand, offering it to her. She eyed him suspiciously.

"Yang Hyuk."

She whispered his name as to not draw attention to themselves and to not reveal Hyuk's idol status.

"Didn't I tell you to stop buying me things?"

"I'm not buying you things. I'm treating you to things. There's a difference, Lee Chaewon." He countered.

Chaewon still didn't take the item and before she could respond back, Hyuk used his free hand to wrap it around her waist to lead them to a more secluded part of the cafe and away from others. Luckily, it was just them, another couple, and three staff on the floor within the cafe.

"C'mon, Lee Chaewon, just take it."

Hyuk offered the drink towards her again and she sighed with a nod.

"Fine, Yang Hyuk. I appreciate your generosity. Thank you."

Chaejin happily accepted the drink as Hyuk smiled while the two settled at the small table where they could also stare out the shop's window of the night time view. They removed their face coverings to easily talk and consume their hot drinks.

"I've been thinking about you." Hyuk suddenly said before Chaewon could ask him why he wanted to meet her here of all places.

"Oh? You have?"

Was her response as Chaewon was surprised to hear those words come from the idol's lips.

"Mmhmm."

Hyuk remained nonchalant about it while sipping his drink, but a ghost of a smile graced his features and Chaewon observed him, drinking her own drink.

"I've been thinking about you, too." Chaewon admitted with a slow smile.

Hyuk smiled upon hearing her words, but remained silent yet happy.

"So, why here?" She finally asked after a few seconds of silence between them.

Hyuk shot her an easy-going smile.

"Well, I thought we could have a cafe date to make it up to you for not contacting you face to face for the past week or so due to our schedules."

"A cafe date, huh?"

"Mmhmm."

The smile stayed on Hyuk's face as Chaewon continued to watch him, somehow wanting to mess with the idol for some odd reason.

"Who said we were dating though?"

Hyuk choked on his drink before recovering.

"I thought since we kissed on Christmas, Lee Chaewon, that we were dating."

"It was only a kiss though, Yang Hyuk. What made you think elsewise?"

Chaewon enjoyed watching Hyuk squirm in his seat as he racked his brain to come up with an answer.

"I'm just teasing, Yang Hyuk. Don't take it too seriously."

He calmed down and returned to drinking his drink with a slight embarrassed demeanor. Chaewon giggled as she leaned forward to place a gloved hand on his own.

"A cafe date is a nice idea, but I assumed that you couldn't date, right?"

Another slow smile graced Hyuk's face as he maneuvered his hand that Chaewon's hand laid upon to hold hers instead.

"Technically, yes, that's true, but that doesn't mean we can't date in secrecy."

He noticed her facial expression didn't seem as thrilled about it as before. He slightly frowned.

"Is something the matter?"

Chaewon flashed him a reassuring smile.

"No, not really, but honestly it's just that I would rather have our relationship be known instead of it being a secretive one."

She gave his hand a slight squeeze to assure him of her words.

"Although I know that can't happen due to your idol status and you and your group still being new to the industry, too."

Hyuk took both of her hands in his as he rubbed his thumbs over the back of her hands in a comforting manner.

"I know it's not the most ideal thing to do, but let's give it some time and I'm sure it'll all work out in the end."

Chaewon squeezed his hands back with a small nod as a ghost of a smile graced her lips.

"Alright. I guess I could give it some time for our relationship to develop further."

The two shared a knowing smile as Chaewon went back to teasing the idol.

"You must've thought about this whole thing a lot if you're so down to go about this."

Hyuk laughed, slightly embarrassed as he slowly nodded.

"I have. Like I've said, I've been thinking about you a lot since Christmas."

A smile graced Chaewon's lips as happiness spread across her face.

"To be honest, I've been thinking about you, too, since then."

"So, you do like me more than you had let on."

"Yes, I do, but let's be real, I never saw or thought of myself dating an idol or even being friends with one in general."

"Well, now you've done both and many more things will happen, too."

"Like what?"

Hyuk smiled mischievously as he leaned more than halfway across the table.

"How about a kiss and we'll go from there?"

Chaewon raised a brow with an amused look.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmhmm."

Chaewon met him the rest of the way with barely an inch in-between them as a tender look spread across her face.

"I really like you, Yang Hyuk." She confessed.

Something she was unable to say last time. Hyuk's face mirrored the same expression as Chaewon while he said what he wanted to say last time, too.

"I really like you, too, Lee Chaewon."

The two shared a sweet look as their lips widened in happiness before closing the gap between them to share a tender kiss just as the fireworks went off, signaling the end of twenty-twenty-two and the arrival of twenty-twenty-three. They soon broke the kiss to stare at the colorful lights shooting into the sky before focusing their attention onto one another.

"Happy new year, Yang Hyuk."

"Happy new year, Lee Chaewon."

They wished one another before sharing another sweet kiss.

[sinswithpleasure]

De-stress (ft. LOONA's Yves & Yeojin)

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Genres: Futanari, GxG, idol x idol

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Practice is stressful.

Any idol would tell you so since the chase to improve never ends.

Of course, with the chase comes the need to de-stress, and de-stressing is definitely what Yves and Yeojin are doing, tucked into a corner of their practice room, as far away from the public eye as they could be—well, as far as a practice room that has glass for walls would let them, anyway.

Yeojin has her legs wrapped around Yves's waist, arms around her unnie's neck while Yves has her arms under Yeojin's butt, supporting the younger's body weight. The bear hug seems innocent enough, perhaps a touch too intimate for some, but it is certainly not something Yeojin wouldn't do if she was emotionally worked up—however, it is anything but, given the filthy words forming their mutual communication:

"Oh, oh, unnie, unnie~!"

"Fuck, Kongie, fuck!"

Yves is halfway indecent, with her shirt still on but her pants and boxers pulled down to her thighs, hardened erection sheathed to the hilt deep in Yeojin's sex and shiny from the younger’s slick dripping along the length with every entry and exit; Yeojin is straight-up obscene, with her grey shirt rolled up under her chin to expose her petite breasts, ass bared, and pussy parted and leaking more with every pump.

"Unnie, your cock, fuck, it feels so good in my pussy, a-ah!"

Yves bounces Yeojin on her shaft, groaning at how tight the youngest feels wrapped around her cock. Yeojin's deep moans next to her ear make Yves smile—from experience, Yves knows Yeojin enjoys being picked up and fucked exactly the way she’s enjoying getting fucked right now.

"Fuck, Kongie, you're so fucking tight! It's as if your pussy was made for my cock to fuck, shit, oh God."

"Yes, unnie, I'm your cocksleeve, your fucktoy!"

"That's right Kongie, ngh," Yves grunts at a particularly hard squeeze of Yeojin's walls. "Your pussy is mine to use, your body is mine to fuck."

Yves crashes her lips into Yeojin's, their tongues swirling around the other's. The sloppy kiss is made sloppier by the hard thrusts Yves sends into Yeojin's petite frame with every drop of Yeojin onto her shaft, and Yves knows she doesn't have much longer before she's about to cum.

"Yves-unnie, please, please cum deep into my pussy, I wanna feel your seed shoot deep into my body, please!"

Yves doesn't reply with words, only grunts that resonate in the room with every thrust that meets Yeojin's downward bounce in an attempt to stave off her orgasm just for a short while more. She can tell Yeojin's close—the tightening walls and Yeojin's desperate pleading telltale signs of her impending orgasm.

"Yves-unnie, I'm so close, I'm gonna cum, please, please!" Yeojin gasps as she feels Yves' hit her sweet spot. "Fill my womb with your seed!"

"Fucking take my fucking cum, Yeojin!"

"Unnie, I'm cumming!"

Yeojin goes rigid in Yves' arms. Yves never stops her thrusts into Yeojin's tight, orgasming cunt, gladly obliging Yeojin’s unspoken plea delivered by the steadily-tightening grip on her hair and neck. Yves's balls tense and her shaft twitches as stream after stream of her seed fires deep into Yeojin's womb. Yeojin moans as every spurt of Yves's cum gets fucked deeper into her womb by the long, slow thrusts that punctuate each burst of cum.

Filling Yeojin with her seed is all Yves can think about—she loves finishing in the tiny bean when she can. Giving Yeojin creampies never gets old, but when Yves lifts Yeojin off her shaft, droplets of Yves's seed drip out of Yeojin's freshly-fucked pussy. Yves curses at the sight of her cum dripping on the floor, each droplet one less stake in her ownership of Yeojin’s pussy.

Yves lowers Yeojin to the floor, and both girls lie down to catch their breath.

"Unnie."

"Mm?"

"We have ten more minutes before the members get back."

"Hmm… are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Yeojin answers by straddling her unnie. She lines up her unnie's shaft with her pussy before she promptly impales herself on Yves's still-hard cock.

"Let's… haah… make it quick, unnie—ah! We… fuuh... need to… pfffh... de-stress."

[cinnamonest]

Genshin Chinese Ship names

Ok so people in my asks did confirm this would be helpful so I am making a list of some Lumine ship names! And I'll tack on some other ship names that might be helpful (although I'm not familiar with all of them so it's not a complete list!) There were some I’m not as familiar with bc I don’t personally consume them so I did a quick search for some of them so there may be alternates.

Note that Lumine's character is different in Japanese, it's 蛍, but in Chinese it's 荧. Additionally because Japanese ships use katakana for names and not characters, this will not likely get you Japanese results, only Chinese.

NOTE: Chinese tends to call ships CP, which stands for "coupling." A lot of times if you want to find a ship you can type the character names and "cp" and it will come up, likewise if you see character names followed by CP like "魈荧CP" that means it's a ship! You may also see 配对 which is like "match/pairing," although in this fandom you also get a lot of results related to team comps if you search that. Or, like eng fandom you can use the (name)X(name) formula. if you like a ship people say you "eat" it (吃). I'm not a native Chinese speaker, I just browse Chinese fandom for reading practice so if anyone has any other information feel free to lmk and I'll edit!

So here are some ship names as I've seen them on Weibo or by searching for them, you can replace any Lumine ship with 空 for the Aether version:

魈荧 - XiaoYing - (XiaoLumi)

迪荧 - DiYing (Diluc/Lumine)

凯荧 - KaiYing (Kaeya/Lumine)

贝荧 - BeiYing (Albelumi)（it uses the "bei" that's the middle character of Albedo's Chinese name)

达荧 - DaYing (Chilumi) (Chinese for Tartaglia is 达达利亚 “Dadaliya")

公荧 - GongYing (also Chilumi) (I've seen both, 公子 is "Childe")

散荧 - SanYing (Scaramouche/Lumine)

空荧 - KongYing (Aether/Lumine)

雷荧 - LeiYing (Razor/Lumine)

钟荧 - ZhongYing (Zhongli/Lumine)

温荧 - WenYing (Venti/Lumine)

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Non-Traveler Ships:

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垩砂 - ESha (Albedo/Sucrose) (Literally "chalk granule," 砂糖 is Sucrose’s name literally ‘granulated sugar’)

琴丽 - QinLi (JeanLisa)

散莫 - SanMo (Scaramouche/Mona) 

甘刻/甘晴 - GanKe/GanQing (Ganyu/Keqing) (This one is actually fairly popular in the CN fandom but I haven't seen it a lot in western fandom)

北凝 - BeiNing (Beiguang)

班菲 - BanFei (Bennett/Fischl)

雷班/泽班 - LeiBan or ZeBan (Razor/Bennett)

羽枭 - YuXiao (Kaeluc) (Literally "feather owl“）

鲸枭 - JingXiao (Childe/Diluc) (same idea, literally "whale owl")

离达/钟公 - LiDa/ZhongGong  (Childe/Zhongli)

帝诗 -  DiShi - (ZhongVen) (Literally "Emperor/Poetry")

I might add more if I come across more!

[p-assionlove]

Just watched 2 eps of lee hyori's bed and breakfast :) really like this type of variety show (kind of like 3MAD~) and i really envy her life. My ultimate dream is to just play music/instrument, living with nature, and to be out from a busy city, get away from the rest of the world. But i guess 1st thing is to earn enough money for that :P Not a enthu animal lover (though i sort of wish i had a cat but i dont think i can take care of him/her well cos' i cant even handle myself now ._. And i dont want to be a irresponsible owner too :x) But some of her dogs and cats is really cute. Sort of fall for mimi 🐱🐱🐱😙 And talking about this, i think she's really lucky to have him. People might think sangsoon is lucky to marry hyori but i feel it's the other way round. Or maybe both are lucky :) Can really tell he really love her and care for her through actions and this is what make him charming :) and lee hyori knows him well, i think that's why they are soulmates :) In life, we all wished that we will meet our soulmate, someone who can understand us and we can understand them. Sometimes it's effort to be make, and a heart that is easy-going and understanding.. no one is a saint to be 24hr nice to people all the time, and we hurt those who are close to us like our parents etc. I used to think that to me, only my own family knows me best and will stand by me cos' that's how i trust them, but sometime i lost my temper at them cos' i'm able to reveal my real side to them... Maybe during the journey of finding a soulmate, you might realise it's just beside you that you didnt think of.. Hahah, just some thoughts after watching her show and her appearance on radio star :) I love these 2 weeks of radio star,so much fun since they are all my fav guests~~ (esp jinnie since i been missing him in talk/variety show 😣😣) And i can't wait for 3MAD to air soon~ (haha, probably not so soon but yay, the 3 brothers are back~~ and kongie and mongie 🐱🐱) meanwhile can only watch KB, ILA (sometimes.. but now i enjoy lee si oon's part, or henry or kian84 (but for henry's, sometimes i find it too overwhelming... like i love his weirdness but things like cooking making fire, LOL it really feels that is for show... like defeat the purpose of this show ._. I mean it's a show, but adding that would be too much. People might get misconception though... haha just my opinion) ) and sometimes RS/HT.. But KB lately i didnt really watch cos' of the guest list, not that i dont like idol guests or what.. but sometimes it gets boring to me halfway so i couldnt finish it. I know KB has been rising up, but i feel it might be a time to add more ideas to their school concept. As for HT.... i know they been trying hard but i find it okay... i'm fine with 2 segments since i'm used to watching old variety shows like that, and i sort of love park soo hong they all when they joke around haha~ hope they find new one and viewers wouldnt complain anymore :x but for HT and RS, it really depends on guest list also... so yeah. Hahha, sound like i watch alot, but tbh, i still love some of the old variety shows like family outing (omg best... and when i rewatch jinnie,hyesungie and dongwannie's episode, i seriously didnt realise is them until i rewatch haha~ and i love jinnie's ep but i can feel he's quite distracted that time... think it's during 2008 when he's going thru some prob :( ) And also heroine 6,SGB, star king(used to be good...) etc.. strong heart, some ep is good but i feel sometimes some guests make up stories just for the sake of telling stories.. which yeah hmm.. i learn that everything should just take with a grain of salt haha.

[blukrown]

Wash It All Away - Horangi x Konig [NSFW]

Horangi gets both physically and emotionally vulnerable whilst showering with his partner, Konig

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Horangi woke up early one morning. Feeling restless from a yesterday that mostly consisted of relaxing and cuddles. He felt a need to stretch his limbs and breath the open air. 

Left Konig to sleep, not forgetting to give the sleeping giant a kiss before he left. He was quick to find suitable clothes, pull on his running shoes and be out of the door soon after he awoke.

It was early Sunday morning. The air crisp from a cool night but sun warm whenever Horangi stepped into its light. The city surrounding Konig’s apartment was quiet apart from the other early risers like shop owners or other joggers. Horangi also kept off main roads, enjoying the quiet of alleyways or paths in the parks.

Horangi kept his mask on but opted to go without his sunglasses. Enjoying the breeze on his face and hair but keeping his lower face hidden to ensure no one would stare at his facial scars.

After an hour or so, Horangi’s legs were aching and his muscles strained to keep him moving. His whole body pleading to head back home. Which was just the amount he was looking for. Planning his route, he did not have to travel far to return.

Inside, Horangi noted Konig was not in bed. He figured he may have gone to the shops since they were low on food or even on his own jog. Not thinking much of it, Horangi opened the door to the bathroom, not noticing the sound of rushing water from the shower.

‘Shit!’ Horangi swore before hastily closing the door. 

“. . . Horangi?” Konig’s voice called inside. 

“Yeah . . . Sorry I did'nt know you were in there.”

”‘It is fine, I am almost done.”

“No, no, take your time I can wait.”

Horangi had seen Konig naked before and had the great privilege of touching the firm muscles and soft scars several times. But the thought of a shower, vulnerable under the water with masks gone seemed a step too quick. Even with them both being solely committed to the other.

The water trickling over the muscles of his chest to the sturdiness of his gut. Soap-suds caught in the hair on his chest and the light dusting at his navel and below. He felt his face, already warm from exercise, burn. 

‘“. . . You can join me if you want.” Konig’s voice was cautious but certain. 

The thought of seeing Konig as he imagined had Horangi immediately gripping the door handle. But the idea of Konig seeing him had him pausing.

He had not yet allowed Konig to see his back fully. The tiger-like striped scars along his back being permanent punishment of his debts, and a life still not long enough ago. Just the thought of eyes looking at the unpleasant puckered skin had the old wounds tingling.

But he trusted Konig, in peace and in war. The rational side reassured him that he was in more than safe hands. Besides, wouldn’t the sight of Konig be worth the price?

Clearly, Horangi must have paused in answer and Kongi had taken it to heart. “N-Nevermind. Sorry, what a silly suggestion.” His voice then summoned an awkward laugh but soon faded, drowned by the water.

“No, it’s fine,” Horangi answered, feeling determined. “I was just stripping.” 

“Oh,” The exclamation was one of pleasant surprise. Of excitement. It reassured Horangi somewhat.

The mask, as well as pants and underwear, were easily removed but his shirt took a moment. His mind urged his hands to tug the shirt up and over his head while his arms froze in fear. It’ll be ok , Horangi thought. I will be ok.

Once the cloth was over his head, Horangi tossed it with the rest of his clothes to the other side of the room. Ensuring he would not find some excuse to pull it back on out of cowardice.

Going in the bathroom, it was warm and steamy. The room itself was a small ensuite with a toilet, sink and shower, with the glass box of the shower taking up a sizable amount of room. Konig’s head was just peaking over the top, the shower head screwed up to pour water adjacent to his face. Another reminder of the blessing and curse that was his height.

Horangi awkwardly knocked on the glass before entering. Konig was just as lovely as he had seen previously. Hair soaking wet and plastered to his head and face, skin pink raw from washing and water making his pale, scarred skin glisten.

It was a tight fit but Horangi did not mind. Found he had a few inches of room between him, the wall and Konig. 

“C-Could you wash my hair?” Konig asked shyly, offering a bottle of shampoo.

Horangi gladly took the bottle, knowing he would surely just gawk at the view if he did not have something to do. Konig leaned forwards, letting the water rinse into his hair before lowering further to get within the shorter man’s reach.

For the next few moments, Horangi covered the top of Konig’s head with soap. His fingers between the locks at his scalp and massaging the skin. He was not sure he was doing the most stellar of jobs, but it appeared to satisfy Konig’s needs as his eyes soon closed. He even thought he heard Konig hum in satisfaction at one point.

Once done, Konig rinsed off and then swapped places to allow Horangi to have full access to the shower head. Horangi tried his best to hide his back even in these circumstances. Stepping around the cubicle by going against the wall.

Soon in front of the water, Horangi gladly took the offer from Konig to wash his hair. Enjoying the tenderness of it. Konig’s large hands making quick work of cleaning Horangi’s short hair but not without giving his head a good massage in the process.

Just as Horangi busied himself rinsing off, eyes closed to keep the soap out, Konig spoke. “Can I wash you? I’ve already done mine and . . . I liked doing your hair.” 

Horangi did not pause washing his hair, using it as time to think.

He would gladly accept, of course, but knew Konig may stray towards his back or catch a glimpse. 

Part of him wanted to rip the Band-Aid off and get it over with, let him see all and he be the judge. The other part wished to never show his back and still screamed at him that this was all a bad idea.

Horangi finally finished then smiled, small and snagged by the facial scar. “Sure.”

Perhaps even saying yes was worth it. As Konig’s lips widened in a small but eager smile. Looking cute and lovingly goofy with the unrestrained affection pouring out through his eyes. Even after seeing his face many times before - both with or without the back veil - adorned with that smile, it still brought warmth to Horangi's chest and made his heart squeeze. He would never tire of it. Even just seeing the man’s bright eyes crinkle in joy felt more than enough. It all made Horangi just that little bit braver.

Konig was quick to find a cloth and cover it with body wash before beginning. First on the shoulders, then the arms. Lifting both limbs up and washing along the muscles to his wrists then back again. Tender and slow, as if his eyes and hands had not remembered the sight of Horangi’s flesh already. He then did his chest, then his legs. All done with such care. Covering the skin with soap bubbles and not rubbing enough to aggrivate it. When all that was done he paused, cloth in hand. 

“Could you . . . Turn around for me?”

It was a simple request but Konig knew the importance of it. They had had conversations about their comfort level and he knew getting here was a leap of faith Horangi rarely wished to experience.

Again, one half implored him to leave and never look back. To never let Konig see. 

Never let him know. 

Never let him love all of him. 

But he did want that. He wanted the man he only knew as Konig to see everything . And love him all the more. And to see the man once called Kim somewhere beneath it all.

Horangi, slowly, nodded. Konig’s smile grew, making the fearful flutter of his heart calm and the twisting in his gut ease. “I-I will be gentle and if you ever want me to stop, just ask, ja?” 

Horangi nodded and turned. Now facing the glass of the shower cubicle, the shower head raining water down onto one shoulder. He was now fully exposed.

He felt oddly calm in his mind, empty almost. It was his body that was reacting. His fully healed scars, however, felt suddenly raw under Konig’s eyes. Warming and flaring just under the skin like his body was recalling when they were first made.

His hands shook and his knees felt weak. So much so, he lifted both hands to lean against the glass to ensure he still stood. His heart now hammered in his ears, an unnerving drumbeat.

There was a minute of silence, Konig surely staring at his back in horror, wonder, disgust or sadness, Horangi did not know. He almost started to think he was alone, that Konig snuck out or ran away. His mind started to become unnerved and imaginative by each second of silence.

But then he felt it. A cool, large hand on his shoulder, not touching the puckered skin directly. Firm and grounding, cooling the heat of the scars. Seemingly trying to comfort him, he said. “I am sorry this happened to you. You did not-‘“

“Deserve it? I did." Horangi lashed back, voice harsh. "I deserved every cut. I owed more than I could ever earn in a lifetime so instead, I paid with this. Becoming a debt collector's's sick attempt at torturous art.” Horangi’s stomach curled at the thought.

Konig was then silent. Shocked probably, insulted even by his curtness. This was a bad idea. He shouldn’t have done this. He shouldn’t have turned around. Shouldn’t have even joined him in the shower. Why must he torture himself and Konig, pretending things were ok.

He felt his mind spiralling, and he did not stop it. A voice speaking of regretting all of this, everything. Running away to the army, joining KorTac, meeting Konig, loving Konig, joining him in respite. All of it had led him to this moment.

His hands were clenched into fists so hard the knuckles were white and his nails pressed into the palms until they almost cut through the skin. He was stuck, he couldn’t move. His head looking down at his feet and the tile floor of the bathroom.

His nose was flared in fast, unsteady breaths. His chest aching as it huffed in breaths that never seemed quite enough to fill his lungs. He was panicking. Truly, unintentionally panicking. Fear soon consuming him.

Konig’s hand vanished and Horangi hurt to feel the loss. He had really done it now. He blew it. All of it. What a pathetic excuse of a man he was. Not being able to be vulnerable with him. Not like he so bravely did for him. What a-

Konig’s large arms wrapped around Horangi’s waist and his head now rested on his shoulder. His chest soon pressed to Horangi’s back. Burning scars to cool flesh. “Breath,” Konig only said, holding him close but not tightly.

Horangi obeyed. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. Just breath.

It took a while - whether that was a few minutes 'sort of while' or a few hours 'sort of while' - Horangi did not know.

All he tried to know was that Konig was there. STILL there. Covering his back and keeping him warm as his body went cool. Neither of them moved. Even after Horangi calmed down. Soon enough though, Horangi lifted a hand to touch his eyes. He had not realised he had cried. Only noticing the coolness of the moistened skin after he came to. Konig then spoke, worry in his tone. 

“I’m sorry I asked. I should not have asked you to do that. I thought-” 

“I thought so too.” Horangi said, reading Konig’s mind. “I guess I’m not . . . Not quite ready.”

“Is this ok?’ Konig asked, squeezing slightly in the embrace. 

Horangi nodded, “This is not bad . . . I think it’s only when you . . . When you see it or touch it.”

Konig’s head moved, once resting his chin on the shoulder, his mouth now pressed to the skin of his nape. Kissing the flesh. "For what it’s worth . . . I am proud that you tried.” 

Horangi couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, "Thanks.”

“I hope you know that . . . That I think you’re beautiful.” His lips whispered the words into the skin before pressing another kiss. “I really do.” 

Horangi felt his heart stutter a beat. “Is that so?” Horangi asked, trying his best to lift the mood with a smile. “How beautiful?” 

“Very.” 

“But how so?”

“Uh . . . I-can-not-keep-my hands-off-you sort of beautiful.” This time, Konig pressed his head into Horangi’s neck, sheltering away from the cheesiness of the line.

Horangi paused, chewing his bottom lip between his teeth, before finally asking.

“Show me.” 

“Okay.”

It started off slow, hands touching at his hips, over the bone and admiring the muscles of his stomach. Then adventuring upwards, squeezing at his chest and rubbing the buds of his nipples between calloused fingers.

Soon enough, Horangi could feel his cock awakening. The pleasurable bubbling warmth in his core. Konig kissed at his neck, letting his teeth brush on skin but not yet leave its mark.

Keeping his chest solidly at his back, he expressed in touch just what made him so beautiful. Fingers drawing over firm muscles and teasing at his chest. Kisses on his ears, jaw and each indent of his spine at the back of his neck. 

The touch was not teasing but was soon growing to be as Horangi’s cock was now standing at near full mast.

When Konig’s hands slid downwards, Horangi bucked his hips to go even lower. Which, Konig did not pause before taking. One hand firm on his hip, the other took Horangi’s length in hand.

Horangi knew he was a good size and knew Konig liked him so. But his giant hand encapsulated his cock easily in a soft but assuring grip. Horangi did not restrain the noises of pleasure, a faint whimper or groan at finally being touched where he most needed it.

“Horangi, look,” Konig’s voice called, “It almost looks like it’s you that’s touching yourself.”

Horangi let out a small huff, “You would like that wouldn’t you?” 

“Oh yes.” Konig said emphatically. “It would be so beautiful. I would never look away.” `

Horangi decided to keep that in mind for later as Konig’s hand then moved. Dragging up and down his length and pulling moans out of Horangi’s mouth.

Perhaps it was because his body felt raw from the shower or the anxiety attack had him feeling far more sensitive, but he soon was creeping to his end. He was taking audible gasps, his hips canting along with Konig’s hand to attain just that little bit more friction

“You look so pretty like this” Konig murmured into Horangi’s skin. Kissing and nibbling higher to his ear to whisper. “Bitte, please, let me see you cum. Your so perfect when you do. Bitte, Horangi.”

Konig knew how much Horangi relished when he pleaded. When, even with his sheer size, he shrunk and pleaded and pawed for him. For his touch, for his kiss, for his cock, for anything. He would always give it, he just liked when Konig showed how much he wanted it.

Horangi swore in Korean, eyes not straying from the view of Konig’s eagerly working hand at his cock. Wrist jerking in a strong reliable rhythm even as Horangi’s hips stuttered.

“Bitte, cum for me. Bitte, Horangi.” Konig implored, teeth catching on skin and pressing down. Sucking and lapping at skin until an obvious bruise would blossom. The thought of it, the one mark her could be proud of. The one mark that he would happily show.

The orgasm seized him and Horangi welcomed it. Not hiding the grateful groan of his end, feeling cum spill and splatter into the fingers and palm of Konig’s hand. “Good, so good for me.” Konig whispered lovingly. Kissing at Horangi’s jaw. “You are so beautiful, so gorgeous.”

Coming down from on high took only a few moments And thankfully he had a tower of a partner he could to lean on and help clean him up. Keeping to his front and giving Horangi time to do his back on his own.

They did not return to bed, although Horangi did feel weary from it all. But Konig made him breakfast and the ice coffee he brought from the cafe down the road helped. With still the rest of the day to go, Horangi could only smile at this little paradise Konig and he shared.