#kyungsoo fanfction

[dorkyungsoowrites]

Eros

Pairings: Kyungsoo x You

Genre: Fluff | Jane Austen AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.4k

Description: Ancient Greeks insist that there are eight different kinds of love, each given a name that holds special meaning…Eros: passionate love.

A/N: Requested by someone whose name is lost to the ether (I’m sorry I hope you find this. I remember it was “Kyungsoo x Reader by a lake plus neck kisses”), and inspired by a post @monicaexol​ made here. Also because you seemed excited, @j-pping​.

| Storge | Eros | ?

There is strict protocol for how a lady's morning is carried out. There is fairly strict--but not as strongly enforced--protocol for her schedule the rest of the day on most occasions afterward. And there are supremely stringent rules to educate them with proper manners and etiquette, usually through classes. At last there are the most dangerous and exhilarating rules cultivated and given by society to every girl as she rises into a woman to prepare them for the rigors and wiles of men. One learns most of these by proxy. If one is blessed with a doting mother, or in fact perhaps sisters were the best teachers second only to the honest and civil conversation with a gentleman, one could be moderately informed of the absolute blunder that fondness breeds on first approach.

So was the path of all affairs before engagement. Gossip and whispers and rumors flew faster than a lark, and the bird that flew it there held the biggest sway in reputation. Promoting each attendant of a party at least a week before the occasion, with each household choosing their favorites. Particularly of the young men and women who were eligible for their matchmaker gambling. Encouraging men to dance with particular women to line their pockets with pride.

That was how most couples met. It was how you met your sweetheart. Your family tittered about the gentleman that had come to visit the hosts of the future soiree for the summer. Japing about his reputation for being curt and austere. In truth you had been intrigued by the tales of his character for it seemed that you should not wholly trust the word of the birds alone.

It was most wise to hold back judgment for when you arrived at the gathering, for you were afflicted in the heart the moment of introduction. Mesmerized by his dark, severe eyes; striking you immobile with but a moments gaze. The memory was as clear as glass in your mind. The shape of his eyes, the intelligence and intensity in his irises, the way your breath tightened as your bosom inflamed. Longing, lusting, light-headed. You'd never seen such eyes.

So were the eyes you sought out a month after the party. The morning had been much the same as any other; your handmaiden helped you dress. First was your shift; a plain cotton garment you often slept in. Then the simple clocked stockings, secured with ribbon garter at the knee. A petticoat was necessary for warmth and modesty. Then the stay was laced around your torso with a wooden busk center front for posture support and to keep the figure once the dress went on. Next were pockets which you enjoyed stashing trinkets in to take to your secret affairs. After a hip pad was added, the outer layers could go on. A petticoat, a white neckerchief that was tucked into the front of the stay to protect your neck and chest from the sun, and the actual gown. As the off-white material was laced at the front you gazed down at the pattern on your long sleeves. Little blue flowers were speckled everywhere, and you lamented the season of falling, an autumn's blush in the trees and on your cheeks. Lastly was the silk apron to separate you from the workers of the household, and shoes with little silver buckles. All together the outfit was quite hardy, and you were able to slink away after lunch past the garden and through a narrow wood to a lake.

It was often as a child your siblings would swim during the sweltering summers there. It was well secluded from prying eyes and ears, but the waters were far too chilled that time of year. The stillness reflected the trees encompassing the grounds, and in the center, the purest blue called out for your heart to shine with it; luminescent and alluring. Letting your mind wander. It was in those moments that the voice that had been torturing your thoughts smiled behind you.

"Would I offend you, if I were to admit how long a time I've watched you?"

A grin stretched your lips, turning to see him approach. A hand was lowering the hat from his head, allowing the short, silken ebony locks to shine under the brightness of noon. The black and white suit he wore was proper, however devoid of accessories it was. And he had dained to switch the regular coat for something of thicker cloth and longer gait, the hem brushing his calves. It was a navy hue, highlighting the horrifically vivid and ethereal glow to his tawny complexion. Your heart could not be tamed at his approach just as the ocean would never cease to reach for the shore.

"Instead I would offer a warning," you replied. "For you shouldn't stare at the sun too long."

The hat was discarded, forgotten on the grass as saltwater embraced the sand and tarried. A wry smirk twisted his lips as his eyes focused on yours. Always intense and enchanting, and the light reflecting enhanced the color within, the sun swimming among his whiskey irises. Intent on getting you drunk.

"Then let beauty blind me and allow my last sight to be of everything that is precious. You are the sun and stars. You are the mountains, and the fields, and rivers and lakes. Always to be cherished. Never to be violated. Only to be loved...vigorously."

Words which you had never thought would ever leave a mouth as pretty as his, let alone become a bastion for fondness; his lips tender on your neck after his stark proclamation. Air became a rare commodity, catching in your throat. The bawdy action sent ripples of excitement through your body, and you clutched him closer. The indecentness would serve as a warning but for the sentiment in his heart.

Their families had made different matches for one another before the night you met; smarter matches they would tell. It only revealed their ignorance on the subject of affection. For if there was never a coupling such as yours for the next century, then not another couple would suffer as greatly in a century if you were parted.

The pressures of high society had been choking him and you. The birds, and the parties, and loquacious old women so sapped of their own vitality in their dull lives as to make interfering with others' their sole hobby. There never seemed to be a caring hand; someone who didn't only seek the ends. Get married; nevermind the adventure in courtship. Nevermind reveling in the company of a kind intellect. Nevermind celebrating the magnificence of life steeped in wonder while laying entwined in soul, spirit and body. Nevermind love.

He was of a mind to yearn for conversation and contented silence with a partner. To stroll away and earn peace and happiness without a crowd or extraneous clothes and property. You wished the same, and in the space between, your passions collided; coalescing into something greater. Being wanted solely and completely as yourselves, you may be able to break through that foul and ugly mist that had strangled you both.

"Shall I never tire of your winsome character," you elated.

A gust of wind dusted your cheeks with chill and fluttered your skirts. His mouth stole another taste of your skin before pulling back to greet your gaze once more, inadvertently shielding you from the cold. You were acquainted with a mien he intimated was rendered by you unwittingly; warm and soft with a smile that could raze even the strongest of wills.

"The days after our meeting," he said. "I spent walking through gardens hoping they would drive away the heavy thought of care, and perhaps it worked as such for I am here, with you now...without a care in my heart but for you." Your mouth opened, but his words carried on before you could reply. "Despite what our respective relatives might assume, this hasn't been some summer dalliance for me, and as I know I must return home before we are beset upon by winter, I know I would be leaving my heart here with it. Therefore, with all my soul and self bared vulnerable, I would disclose one more thought...nothing would make me happier than to escort you home alongside me as my betrothed."

"Is...this a proposal?"

"With an answer that is yours to give as you please."

The lake's reflection rippled under the wind. He lifted a hand to your face and it betrayed his calm; trembling as fingers fondled stray locks of hair and moved them aside. Tumultuous tenderness as his drunken eyes studied every heartbeat.

To leave all you knew to venture with all you wanted to know. Rational thoughts absconded from your mind. To pretend you required to rationalize this at all was folly. You knew the answer, and when your love collided with his in a kiss, he did too.

[soybeantree]

got this super angsty kyungsoo drabble we are thinking about posting - any objections?

[serenity-lattes]

A = angst

F = fluff

M = mature themes, 14+, not smut

Reader is non-descriptive unless stated otherwise.

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Jung Hoseok

• Go Eat Slugs

One Shot: Hufflepuff!Hoseok x Slytherin!Reader (F) One sided enemies to lovers. Hoseok just wants to go to the Yule Ball with Reader, but they have deemed him their arch nemesis.

Byun Baekhyun

• For You

Drabble: Baekhyun x Reader (F) Established Relationship. Baekhyun is discharged from his military service and Reader is there to greet him with flowers.

Oh Sehun

•  Tender Loving Care

One Shot: Sehun x Doctor!Reader (F) Sehun hurts himself and ends up in the ER, but he might be finding excuses to come back to see the really pretty doctor. Do they agree to go on a date with him or not?

Park Chanyeol

• Good Night

Drabble: Chanyeol x Reader (F) Chanyeol can’t fall asleep until Reader comes to bed and reads to him.

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[dorkyungsoowrites]

Ambivalence Ch. 7

Pairings: Kyungsoo x You

Genre: Smut/Angst | Room No.7 AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~650

Description: Taejung pushes back because who needs healthy coping mechanisms?

| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | The Ending |

That night was colder than the last, your breath coming out in clouds. Even with his sweatshirt and your jacket you were on the verge of shivering. Taejung stepped out five minutes past when he said and walked to where you were at the side of the building. His gaze swept up your form suggestively.

"Mind if I smoke first?"

"You'll do whatever you want anyway," you replied.

"You learn quick." Taejung pulled out a cigarette and lit it, holding it between his middle and ring finger like the day before. The smoke mixed with his icy breath and evaporated in front of the both of you. You liked watching the smoke dance with the breeze. There was something oddly peaceful and mesmerizing about it. He must derive some semblance of calm from the habit as well, you remarked; putting his other hand in his pocket and leaning back on the brick wall as his gaze copied yours. His voice took you out of your thoughts. "I didn't think it would be this easy to bring a bitch like you to heel."

"Maybe this bitch doesn't like when people beat around the bush." More smoke billowed as he said,

"I've been forward."

"You have. That's why I'm cooperating. You tell me what you want bluntly. I appreciate that. It makes things easier."

"I see."

"So what's the deal tonight? I'm assuming a quick one since I brought a condom. Which, works better anyway; I have an early class."

He took a long drag while he thought. He exhaled just as slowly, smoke drifting past his lips just in front of his face thickly. Eyes moving to the sky then back.

"My dick would snap off in this cold."

"Then why the condom?"

"To see if you'd obey like we agreed."

"Of course I did, you fucking asshole," you spit back. He blew smoke your direction. "You said even if you're not around. It sounded like a fun game, but if you're gonna use it just to make me look like an idiot--"

"You don't need help with that, princess."

"Seriously, what is up with you and that name? I'm not some innocent flower."

"Aren't you?" He leaned his shoulder against the building, facing you. His statement gave you pause. Bringing his hand up, his cigarette burned shorter, ash blowing away with a flick of his thumb as he exhaled. "I knew the moment I talked to you that you'd never seen a hard day in your life. This," He gestured to all of you. "Doesn't fool me. That's why you'll always be pathetic to me. You're just some spoiled brat who's daddy pays for her tuition."

That struck a nerve, hands balling into fists. "You don't know a single fucking thing about my life. Don't you dare ever think you do."

"Oh really?" he replied sardonically. "Let me guess; one of your parents is abusive, you dyed your hair and got all those tattoos to rebel against the perfect lady they wanted you to be, and you've never worked a real job in your life. You can't stand your perfect fucking life so now you're getting off with the loser who works part time at a dvd store to stop being bored and feel better about yourself. Sound about right? Am I getting warmer?" 

Your blood was boiling by the time he finished. Cheeks hot and brows pulled close. What a fucking hypocrite.

"You know what?" you scowled. You threw your jacket off to reach his hoodie, yanking it off your head. The cold spliced right through your thin t-shirt, and you chucked the hoodie onto the pavement. Slipping your arms back through your jacket, you presented a nice, crisp middle finger. "Go fuck yourself tonight. I don't need you judging me, too."

You didn't wait for a reaction; simply turning away and going back to your motorcycle. Then you left, refusing to look back.

[dorkyungsoowrites]

Ambivalence Ch. 4

Pairings: Kyungsoo x You

Genre: Smut/Angst | Room No.7 AU

Warnings: Dom/Sub play, breathplay, degradation kink, use of safeword

Word Count: 3.2k

Description: If either way was ruin, why would you choose to be alone?

| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | The Ending |

Everything in your chest was screaming not to take his hand. An uncomfortable dread filled the spaces between your ribs; certain that this was one of those moments people talk about. The fork in the road. One path completely unknown, and the other, surrounded by the unknown tucked beside an anchor. One was far more selfish than the other. He'd be dragged in if you stayed, you were sure of it. Something awful and life-altering waited outside his apartment walls. You wanted to remain sheltered, but then the danger would only break in. You could read it in his palm like one of those psychics; Taejung would drown.

"Go get my cigarettes," he drawled. Then like a spell, you obeyed. You got the pack and a lighter from his discarded jeans and returned to him. His hand was still outstretched. You set the rectangle in his hand and his fingers curled quickly, catching yours in his grip. It squished the cardboard between, and he tugged you closer. You fell where you were guided; knees on either side of his hips. Then he kissed you. Passion without the roughness from before. It was pleading without words, and when he did speak, it was quiet. No more than a whisper against your lips.

"Whether you're lying or not," he said. "You're still just a princess...which means you're a good girl."

"And if you found out I was a bad girl?"

The corner of his mouth twitched up in a suppressed smile. "Then I'd have so many more things I'd want to do with you. To you." His mouth went to your jaw and left a kiss with a small hum, free hand caressing your skin, and some of the tightness left our chest. "Do you enjoy torturing me by filling my head with all these ideas?"

"Maybe a little," you grinned. Taejung chuckled, and you pulled your head back to see his face. You only caught the tail-end, his smile fading, but that small showing of happiness was all you needed apparently. The stone of dread that had weighed on your chest was suddenly gone, and your inhibitions were assuaged for the time being. Something about Taejung's presence gave you peace even when you knew there should be a tempest warding you away.

"Crack the window open." He gestured to the tiny window next to his bed. You obeyed, understanding as his eyes followed you and his hand slipped from yours, then slid to the floor and got between his legs, looking up at him expectantly. He was already half hard again, precum beading at the tip of his cock.

Before he could give you the command you took the slightly crumpled pack from him, got out a cigarette and held it between your lips while lighting it. He wet his lips watching you. You set the rest of the pack and lighter to the side, inhaled, then exhaled slowly. The smoke floated out of your mouth in a thick cloud. The corner of Taejung's mouth quirked up before taking the cigarette from your lips and doing the same, blowing towards the cracked window next to him. The freezing air from outside drifted in and made you shiver. Taejung took another leisurely drag and gestured down with his head with an almost silent,

"Go ahead." You hesitated, but wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock and put your lips around the head. Your tongue licked up the bit of precum that had leaked out then swirled around, eliciting a quiet groan. He was growing stiffer in your hold. You peeked up at him through your eyelashes. Smoke puffed across your face. You fought back the urge to pull away and instead took him in further. "That's it, pet," he praised. "Go nice and slow. You have until I finish this to get used to having my whole cock down your throat before I fuck it." You hollowed your cheeks and bobbed slowly, taking more of him in each time. "You look like such a pretty whore right now." 

He could've simply called you pretty, but the demeaning nickname was keeping that safe distance between you. You weren't together. Both of you knew that. To be honest it was starting to grow on you. Taejung's whore. It meant he used you. It meant he fucked you. It meant he wanted you. Glancing up through your eyelashes you watched his eyes gleam at the sight of you between his legs. Longing and needing more of you.

Another drag. You could hear the subtle pop when his lips came apart. His head tilted back, a small plume of smoke rising to the ceiling. Without looking his arm extended over the edge of the bed beside you. Cigarette between his middle and ring finger, his thumb flicked the loose ash off the end, flecks of grey and white going to the floor. He leaned back on one hand while he inhaled the smoke again. That time he met your gaze. The tips embers glowed brightly. You took him all the way to his base, hitting the back of your throat, and made a swallowing motion so it constricted around him. The cigarette left his lips, and he smirked down at you.

"You have no idea how turned on I get when I see you enjoying my cock. You want me to cum in your mouth, don't you?" You moaned around him and continued your ministrations. His cock twitched, Taejung hissing above you. "Fucking hell. You may get your wish sooner if you keep that up. You really are a cumslut. Fucking pathetic." 

You raised off of him to catch your breath, hand stroking him in absence of your mouth. You kissed his thigh, second hand coming up to cup his balls. You trailed fleeting presses of lips up to the underside of his dick. 

"You like my cock, pet?" he asked in a low voice. You traced the sides of his length with your lips before completely enveloping him in your mouth again. "Hands behind your back, slut." 

Gazing up as you obeyed, he stamped out the finished cigarette on the wall and tossed the bud out the window. His free hand lovingly pushed your hair back before cupping your face. 

"Relax your throat." 

You breathed deeply through your nose as his hand threaded through your hair. Then he was directing your movements, roughly thrusting up into your mouth. You gagged slightly despite your efforts, but he didn't stop. He moaned loudly.

"Fuck. Choke on my cock, baby. You take it so well. I've never enjoyed fucking someone so much. You've been so good I'll give you what you want. You want my cum, isn't that right?" 

You moaned as an answer, tears escaping your eyes when you pinched them shut. You could barely breathe, jaw burning. 

"So take it and show me how much you enjoy it," Taejung growled. "It won't be long before a single inch of you hasn't been covered in my cum. I'll fuck you every day until that happens. And you'll love every minute of it, won't you, you fucking worthless cunt?" Taejung thrust a few more times before his breathing grew more shallow. "A-almost. Fuck. So close. Moan again for me." You did, and he stilled, hot liquid spilling on your tongue. His hand left your hair, and you didn't stop until you were sure you had milked everything from him. You carefully pulled off so nothing spilled, tilted your head up to meet his burning gaze, and opened your mouth. He nodded, satisfied with your showing. "You can swallow now." The unique flavor lingered after going down your throat, but it was a taste you enjoyed. "Lay down on the bed and spread your legs for me." 

Eagerly, you listened and got in position. Taejung went to his knees between your legs, palms gliding up your thighs, staring at your glistening center. 

"Just what I thought," he smirked to himself. "You're pussy is dripping wet. Do you think I should give it a taste?" 

You nodded and writhed under his hold. 

He chuckled darkly. "What a desperate, pathetic cunt." His head dipped down, and you gasped sharply as his tongue flattened and licked the length of your slit. Taejung paused to savor your juices, moaning. "But oh so delicious." A small teasing lick that made you quiver. "This cunt is mine. Say it."

"You own my cunt," you answered airily.

"And what can I do with it?"

"Anything you want."

"That's right. It's too bad it's on such a disgusting bitch like you. I bet you could have men worshiping this pretty cunt if you weren't mine. Fuck it's so beautiful." Taejung spread your folds with his thumbs to open you up further. "All tight and pink, and always wet for me. So fucking wet." He teased around your entrance with his tongue. "So fucking perfect. I love your pussy, princess." Taejung pressed a sloppy kiss to your center before capturing your clit with his lips and making you call out. He didn't stay long, tongue dipping back down to your entrance and pushing past. The teasing continued. Once he had lapped up some of your arousal he retreated again, mouth and chin glistening. His hand came down and made you jolt when it connected with your clit, gasping. He pinched the sensitive bud roughly and you whimpered, writhing on the sheets. "Stay fucking still," he warned. "Or I'll make sure you stop moving the rest of the night."

You shut your eyes and concentrated on controlling yourself. His mouth replaced his fingers, lightly flicking your clit before flattening his tongue. You moaned out his name as euphoria rippled up your spine. Taejung stopped touching you altogether suddenly, and you looked over in time to see his open palm swing at your inner thigh. It stung and left a red imprint.

"What did I say about talking without permission?" Another hard slap on the opposite thigh. "Disobedient, worthless whore." His hands grabbed you and flipped you over, smacking your ass twice as hard. Tears pricked your eyes, core throbbing with the need for more. "You're getting off on this, aren't you?" Two more hits. "I should just toss you back in the street where you belong. What do you say now?"

"T-thank you," you choked out. You rose to your knees shakily, presenting your ass to him so he could see your need. "You're so good to me, Taejung. Please keep punishing your cunt."

A deep growl that almost sounded like a purr reverberated in the tiny apartment. He put his hands on the globes of your ass, fingers flexing. "I have a better idea. Have you ever had someone fuck your ass?"

“No," you answered nervously.

"Stay exactly where you are." Out of the corner of your vision you saw Taejung go to his desk and retrieve a small bottle of lube. Your heart rate leapt up into dangerous territory. Were you prepared to do this? Should you use the safeword? But you wanted the pain and the domination Taejung had been giving you. This was just another part of that. Ultimately when he stood beside the bed and popped off the cap, the sound sent a spark of panic through your heart, and you rolled over, sitting up against the wall with your knees pulled up.

"Mercy." You repeated it several times. "Mercy. Mercy. Please. I'm sorry." You hid your face in your hands. "I'm so sorry. Mercy." The mattress dipped beside you, and his arms came around you, kissing the top of your head.

"It's okay. It's okay, princess," he cooed gently. All the edge was gone. His mellow voice calmed you minutely. "Don't be sorry. Are you okay? Did I hurt you too much? Are you in pain anywhere?"

You shook your head.

"Was it the last punishment? Is that the limit? Because I'm totally okay with not doing any ass play. It was just a suggestion. You always have a choice."

"I-I thought I could, b-but--"

Taejung shushed you and pried your hands from your face then peppered sweet kisses on your skin. "I'm glad you didn't force yourself into something you wouldn't enjoy," he assured. Taejung called your name softly; your real name. "That's what the safeword is there for. We've stopped and I'll take care of you. It's okay. Just relax. Can I pick you up?" You nodded. Taejung lifted you bridal style and transported you to the bathroom, setting you on the sink counter while he got a towel and turned on the shower. He cupped your jaw and kissed you slowly, lovingly. You tangled your fingers in his short hair. Your center still ached to be touched. Taejung trailed his lips down your jaw to your neck. Hands supporting you, he urged your legs around his waist and carried you into the shower. The hot water splashed on both of your sides, your back hitting icy tile.

"Taejung," you moaned quietly. "I still want to cum."

"I don't want to push you," he mumbled back. "You don't have to do this."

"I want it. I want you. Please."

"Fuck, princess. You really are amazing." He lined himself up and pushed his hard member inside you carefully. His mouth continued marking your neck, rocking his body into yours over and over at a moderate pace. "Does this feel okay?"

"Oh fuck yes," you answered, head thrown back. "Don't stop, please."

"Is this speed good then? Do you want me to go faster?"

"A little faster. You teased me a lot."

Taejung smiled against your skin and listened. He moved his mouth to the other side of your neck, nipping and licking, having to take more breaks as his breathing became more labored.

"That's perfect," you encouraged. The sound of wet skin hitting skin and panting echoed off the tile. His hands held you tighter to keep you up, digging in to your hips and backside.

"I'm so sorry for making you use the safeword so soon. I promise to be a better dom. We'll talk through our limits, okay? Are you okay with that? Do you still want to continue with me?"

"I don't think I could leave," you replied, holding back a smile. "You're too good at fucking me. I could fuck you all day."

"You know the perfect words to make me..." he breathed into your ear, strained from the exertion. He paused to take a few fuller breaths. "You act like a perfect sub. I hate that."

"I hate you more."

"Fucking bitch."

"Your bitch."

"That's right. Only mine. Say my name."

"Taejung."

His head lifted, eyes overbearing and overflowing with something you couldn't quite determine. And his voice dipped lower. "Say it like you love me."

You put on a silkier voice and repeated his name reverently.

The color seemed to snap into place in his irises, sharp and somehow unfocused. Then his face fell to your chest. "Fucking hell. You're so easy. Cum for me, princess. I'm so close to losing it inside you."

"Then do it," you replied, shocking him. The twist in your gut was rising. "I'm on the pill. Treat me like the filthy fucking whore I am. You have no idea how badly I want it, Tae. Fill up my greedy fucking pussy. Fuck me. Fuck me until I pass out."

"Fuck, are you sure?"

"Fuck me," you begged. Taejung snapped his hips harder, faster. You were just on the edge, nails digging crescents into his shoulders and back. His groaning and grunting grew louder.

"Take it then," he gritted. Then breathlessly, a sound almost like a whine tapering at the end, muffled along your skin. "Fuck take it."

The pressure spread and burst free, clinging to Taejung while you shook and moaned. He followed after you, thrusting deep inside of you and stilling. He left a few sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, chest heaving with uneven breaths. 

"Keep your legs spread. I'm gonna set you down." You nodded. He gingerly pulled out from you and supported you when your feet hit the floor. He reached a hand between your legs, running his fingers up your folds. When he came back they were covered with a mixture of your releases. You took his hand and licked his fingers clean while he watched on in fascination. "You like that?" You hummed, sucking his middle finger clean. He twisted his wrist to hold your jaw. "I'm so proud of you, pet. So proud to call you mine." His lips pressed to yours briefly. Your heart fluttered at the praise. You had craved his approval. Now you had it. "Let me take care of you so we can rest, okay princess?" You nodded.

Taejung held you close, supporting most of your weight while he cleaned the both of you off. You snuck a few kisses in to his amusement. He was kind and gentle drying you and dressing you in a borrowed sweatshirt. More so than you had ever observed from him. It was a nice surprise. It made you believe he wasn't just using you for your body. That maybe there was something more than hatred for you in his words.

Afterward he pulled on a pair of boxers, shut the window from earlier, and helped you under the sheets on his bed. Taejung pulled your back to his chest, curling himself into a question mark around you. His hand sought yours and laced your fingers together on your stomach. His breath tickled the back of your neck.

"Tae?" you whispered timidly. He hummed to acknowledge he was listening. "For the record, I think you're a great dom. I really appreciate that you listened to me. I trust you."

His face nuzzled closer. "Careful what you say princess," he mumbled tiredly. "I might start to think you like me."

You huffed out a weak laugh. "As if I could ever fall for someone as apathetic as you."

"Maybe I'm just misunderstood."

"Or maybe you're just an asshole."

"Maybe."

"Also for the record, in the future, nothing goes up my ass, and no blood."

"Those are easy rules to follow. No other parameters?"

"I'll try anything else at least once. You?"

"Also no blood or other uncommon body fluids, no cross-dressing, and I learn as little about you as possible. Your name and phone number are enough."

"Uncommon?"

"As in it's only meant for a toilet."

"Agreed. Forgot that was a thing. How strict are you on being the dom?"

"You're mine. If I say you're not allowed to do something, even if I'm not around, you'll obey. I control everything about your sexual life. Are you okay with that?"

"Without knowing anything about you? Sounds exciting."

He said your name again. "I need to hear a yes. This is serious."

"Yes, I agree."

"Good. If I want to try something new that's a bit more intense I'll run it by you first. Any other requests?"

"Yeah actually. The nickname 'pet'; you won't actually expect me to act like a cat or something, will you?"

"No. Maybe a collar in the future, but again, I'll run the idea by you first."

"Then that's it. Thank you for bothering to ask."

"I should have asked sooner, but you're welcome. Also, master is okay, but never call me daddy. I remember you asking earlier."

"Yes master," you replied, smiling to yourself.

Taejung moaned pleasantly and squeezed you closer once. "That's my good girl." Lips brushed the nape of your neck. A little shiver rippled down your spine at the light touch. "Get some sleep, princess. You worked hard to earn it."

"Thank you. Sweet dreams, Tae."

[dorkyungsoowrites]

Ambivalence Ch. 6

Pairings: Kyungsoo x You

Genre: Smut/Angst | Room No.7 AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.2k

Description: It shouldn’t surprise you how easy it is to push someone away.

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In the morning what woke you was the sunlight filtering in through the window. You immediately felt three things. One, your shoulder was sore from laying on it for so long. Two, Taejung's arm was still on your waist. Three, his dick was still inside you. You must not have slept for long because one of you would have shifted in your sleep. Glancing over your shoulder, Taejung was passed out, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, hair ruffled. He looked peaceful instead of his usual pissed off at the world expression. He was almost kind of...cute.

Wiggling your hips minutely, you felt his cock twitch. Taejung whined groggily, remaining unconscious. His face nuzzled to the nape of your neck. You made another small movement, rolling your hips back. Another tiny noise escaped Taejung, cracked and breathy. It made the base of your skull tingle. Carefully reaching back, you did something you'd been wanting to do ever since you saw him on campus; you grabbed his ass, round and firm. He had such a beautiful ass for someone with his slim build. There was an ample amount to fill your hand. It was no wonder all his jeans fit just a little snugly. You took your hand back and contemplated getting up. You had no idea how heavy of a sleeper he was, but considering your position it wasn't too far fetched to think he'd wake up almost instantly; so you decided to get it over with. That text was sitting on your phone, unread, and it gnawed at you.

With a little bit of uncomfortable shifting, you were no longer connected. Taejung groaned, and you heard the sharp intake of air as he suddenly became aware of his surroundings. His voice was gravelly and breathy behind you.

"It's too early. Come back." A sweet lure, but one you had to steel yourself against. If you gave in it would only lead to more tainted procrastination. The text would fill your thoughts. It already was. You needed to respond. The respite with Taejung had ended the moment you saw it.

"I have work and classes," you told him, your own voice roughened by morning. You cleared your throat and pushed up off the bed. Your legs trembled for the first few steps, muscles still tired. Then you began dressing.

"Do you have any plans tonight?"

His inquiry made you want to smile. "I was thinking of visiting this guy," you answered. "But I'm not sure. The last time I saw him he kept me up most of the night. It made it really hard to concentrate in class, and it was a bitch on my legs."

Taejung didn't mask his glare very well. "You're fucking another guy?"

"It's you, dumbass," you flatlined.

"Video store. Eight. Wait outside."

You hesitated. "...sure thing."

His eyes were clearing of sleep, following you as you moved about. Watching you button your jeans and discard his sweatshirt for your bra and t-shirt. As you combed your hair with your fingers Taejung got out of bed. Still nude, he went to the basket of clothes beside the rack of ones hanging and slipped on some sweatpants and a band shirt. You weren't sure what band though, since the logo had been so faded. Then he picked up the hoodie you borrowed for sleeping and pushed it to your stomach.

"Wear this the rest of the day," he said. His gaze softened with his tone. "It looks good on you."

Your cheeks heated. "Thank you." His grip released, and you slipped on the garment before tying shoes on and grabbing your jacket.

"Hold on." Fingers grabbed your arm, then Taejung was kissing you. Hard and biting. He was always passionate in his kisses. They left your head dizzy and heart hammering against your ribs. This one felt desperate; clinging to the last vestiges of a night of distraction and solace. Showing you he felt it too; the pull to get lost in the midnight labyrinth. The path to paradise forgetting, forging onward...false. The sweet melody melting with the sun. Like the smoke from his cigarettes, the ephemeral time of pleasure shared inconsequentially, freely, drifted away and evaporated as your lips separated.

The phone in your pocket vibrated. Your gaze stayed with his. Both paralyzed, not wanting to go. Yearning for the beautiful labyrinth to wrap them inside, searching for that paradise without saying a word, not stopping.

"Stop." It was a whisper. More to yourself. The path to getting lost too close, suffocating.

You turned away, heart beating wildly. The weight of Taejung's stare lifted. He walked to your side, bent over, and picked up your motorcycle helmet. His usual placid facade had returned and with it, his blasé timbre.

"Bring a condom with you tonight. I have other things to do besides fuck whores all night."

Bittersweet, you nodded and realized there would be no secret smiles and lingering touches for you that night. That didn't mean you'd give up his touch altogether, but you weren't meant for the special peek into a different side of Taejung anymore. It was for the best, really. You didn't deserve the praising words and kind caresses.

Anxious to get out of the cramped apartment and reply to the texts without eyes over your shoulder, you took the helmet and opened his bedroom door. Three men were hanging around the kitchen. One at the small card table, one sitting on the counter, and the other standing eating out of a bag of chips. Other students sharing rent. All eyes went to you. Then Taejung. The shock transformed to confusion. The silence screamed of how his roommates had been gossiping about you before your entry; questioning every aspect of Taejung's guest.

"What?" Tae asked defensively. They glanced at eachother. Then the person at the table smirked.

"Guess not even a good fuck can cheer you up. I feel sorry for you."

"Woah dude," the one on the counter gawked. "You fucked the painter?"

Your knuckles went white, clutching your things tight in your hands. The glare you passed to all three roommates slapped any more snide remarks from their mouths. Warning them of more violent deeds if they spoke on the matter more.

"The painter?" Tae questioned.

"Just a stupid nickname," you muttered and went for the door. It shut loudly behind you, and you were quick to get to your motorcycle and pull out your phone. There sat the two texts. You took a deep breath and shrugged off the morning's encounter. This was business. There was no room for personal shit, and the reality of work gave you a sense of calm in normalcy. It made it easy to push everything with Taejung aside for now and focus. Including him, even if only in thought, felt like a bad idea. Felt like you were pulling him into it somehow. That was best avoided. He would break in your world despite what he wanted others to think of him.

With one more sigh and the swipe of your thumb on the phone screen you were back in that world. Productive, efficient, scrupulous, reserved. You looked at the texts. The first, a picture of a triangle with a line underneath. The second,

"1 hour."

[dorkyungsoowrites]

Ambivalence Ch. 5

Pairings: Kyungsoo x You

Genre: Smut/Angst | Room No.7 AU

Warnings: Dom/Sub play

Word Count: ~750

Description: A reminder of the ruin of reality bids you hearken, but you only want the peace to last a little longer. Just a little longer...

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A hand glided up your thigh. You stirred and groaned groggily. Taejung brushed his lips on the sensitive skin of your neck, making you shiver.

"Wake up, princess," he mumbled.

Blinking your eyes open, the apartment was still blanketed in darkness. Only shadowed outlines were visible. That and the line underneath his doorway that was illuminated. His roommates were back. Your leg was raised to drape over Taejung's, forcing you to lean back into him. Then his hand found yours and moved it down your stomach.

"Touch yourself." A nebulous command that drifted across the edges of your consciousness. When you didn't obey immediately he bit the shell of your ear gently. "Come on, pet. You don't want a punishment, do you?"

A tired moan slipped, and your fingers dipped down to lightly circle your clit. Taejung's hand snaked under the borrowed sweatshirt to cup your breast. Sleep still fogged your head too much to fully realize the lazy intimacy of it all.

"That's my good little slut," his deep voice purred. He rocked his hips forward, grinding his hardening member into your backside. He continued to nip and lick along your neck while his hand caressed and massaged your breasts, side, and thigh. His touch left chills in its wake, lighting your nerves electric. "You like this, pet?"

"It would feel so much better with your fingers," you whispered back.

He pinched and twisted one of your nipples harshly, making you hiss. "Yes or no only. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Good." He switched to his previous tender actions. "Now, does it feel good?"

"Yes."

"Are you thinking about me?"

"Yes," you breathed.

"Does that make you wet?"

"Yes."

Another grind of his hips. You pushed back that time. He teased his digits on your inner thigh, tapping out an unknown melody. As if, not only was he playing you, but the song was you. An arching aria arranged to showcase his talent and control.

"Does my pussy want to feel my fingers inside it?"

"Yes."

"Or maybe it would rather have something more substantial. Something more...filling?"

"Yes," you practically pleaded.

His breath tickled your ear. "A cock maybe? Is that it?"

"Yes."

"That's what I suspected," he muttered, his voice giving away no emotion. "Get two of your fingers nice and wet. I want to taste you."

You spread your arousal on your first two fingers then brought them up over your shoulder. He took them in his mouth, tongue swiping along the digits. He only released them once he was sure he had sucked them clean.

"I think you're ready. Stay still." Taejung shifted behind you. His boxers were tossed over the edge of the bed moments later, his hard length coming to tease your folds, hot and thick between your thighs. He ran it up and down, coating it in your wetness before resting at your entrance. He pressed forward, stretching your walls until he was completely inside you. You both released simultaneous, satisfied moans. He felt fantastic, filling you up and quelling the ache there.

"Fuck," the man sighed between your shoulderblades. He gingerly lowered your leg so he fit snugly between before returning his hand under the sweatshirt you wore to hold you. "Perfect. You can go back to sleep, princess."

Another small light shined. It was your phone screen from inside your clothes on the floor. The text notification went away as soon as it came, but Taejung could feel how your shoulders tensed.

"I'm not going to fuck you. I just like having my cock inside you. Have you never done this before?"

"No," you admitted, trying to push away the reminder of what waited once you left this tryst.

"Relax," he assured. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, muscles slumping. "It's just my way of cuddling. Does it bother you?"

You had to contemplate that a few seconds. It did feel nice. You didn't see the harm. Your fingers laced with his; grasping to the mock safe haven Taejung had unknowingly created and blanketed around you.

"No."

"Good. It's okay to fall asleep. I promise not to try anything unless you're awake. I'm not that fucked up."

"I never thought that," you whispered timidly. You prepared for punishment for saying more than yes or no. Nothing came. His breathing was deep and even. You assumed he had slipped into dreams, brushed it off, and settled in to rest as much as you could before the inevitability of where that text would lead. The warmth of Taejung's hold bittered by the reality that had peeked in to your brief peace. The morning wouldn't be easy, but life never was.