Hello OP! This may be a stupid question, but what would you do if you stumble upon a fic that has an interesting premise and seemingly good storyline, but has a tag that may be problematic. I found a fic that has an interesting storyline and was rated highly but has âunderage sex.â Iâm struggling to decide whether or not to read it or ignore it.
listen, âproblematic tagsâ are a treasure. I LOVE problematic tags. I mean anything that involves characters who are minors being portrayed in a sexual manner is not my thing, but I love fics where fictional kids are murdered or cannibalized. so more often than not, the âfics with problematic tagsâ are probably written by me. if I find them in a fic with interesting premise? oh Iâve stumbled upon a gold mine đ€€
that said, âunderage sexâ tag alone is not necessarily âproblematicâ in ways that âthis fic must be non-con smutâ. if characters who are minors, say 17, have consensual sex with their boyfriends/girlfriends who are also minors, that is âunderage sexâ. if itâs a story about a tragic character who was sexually abused when they were a minor and their past plays a role in the story, that is also âunderage sexâ.
so I think âproblematicâ is a term spread by puritans because they want to censor art, shame artists for creating art that they think should not exist, and control what people can or canât consume. so anything can be âproblematicâ if you donât like it for whatever reason. âunderage sexâ is not my thing. but I would not call it problematic even if it was written as non-con smut. because itâs fiction. the âvictimsâ are imaginary kids that donât exist. itâs an artistâs fantasy that doesnât harm or affect anyone in real life in any way, shape or form. so why is that problematic?
curate your own internet experience. read it or donât. also itâs totally fine if you find some tropes disgusting. as long as you donât shame or harass other people over fiction, your personal preferences / how you feel is valid, and what you do (what you read or donât read) is your business.
kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning⊠like yes iâm always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc
Note: I started writing this with no plot in mind just Allen being down bad for Serim in his photoshoot outfit (aka me being down bad), English is nawt my first language and I don't want it to be so any errors or mistakes are either wanted or ignored
PS.: I also have an AO3 profile where I upload multi-chapter stories & I plan on writing with a diverse set of (mostly) k-pop groups!
The photoshoot was meant to be a concept; nothing more. But when Allen saw Serim in the long robe and the longer hair, he couldn't help himself but imagine more.
The day had started like any other: wake up early, shower, get ready with easy to remove clothes and wait for the others to arrive. At least, that was the routine before Allen had started a secret relationship with Serim. It wasn't that well hidden among the other members, but even less so among the staff members. The first time a make-up artist found a hickey on his neck he noticed the slight pause before she quickly covered it up.
So far, no one had asked him anything; he was sure most of the staff members had worked with other groups and went through even worse stuff than two members possibly having affairs at the same time. However, Allen hadn't thought that anyone actually cared until he heard a make-up mutter under her breath about the pigment not covering this week's hickey.
While the concept shoot didn't necessarily call for low cut clothing â they were being dressed similar to priests after all â, in his mind they were trying to eliminate any possible rumours starting around the staff. Coming to think of it, Allen thought that the make-up artists must know the most secrets; apart from the stylists, they spent the most time around the idols. Even managers don't always know much about what make-up artists do.
Sitting there, he heard stories of other idols taking naps while their make-up was being done. While he personally could never relax much around someone prodding and touching his face, he could figure out how others could relax; the make-up chair was the last step before they were ready to go on stage or in front of fans, the last quiet moment before the storm broke loose.
Beside his chair, Hyeongjun was yapping away with his make-up artist. She only gave short answers, too deep in concentration to give him much thought, but Hyeongjun didn't necessarily care much. He was talking about his latest dream which, from the bits and pieces Allen caught in between his own thoughts spiraling, was even weirder than the time he dreamed about being a mosquito.
Once he was done, both him and Hyeongjun left the small room to let other members take their places and go in front of the camera. On his way to the others, he passed by Serim who was on his way to the make-up artists. Not wanting to stop and talk but still wanting to see his smile, Allen threw him a short glance along with a soft smile. Serim couldn't help but smile back, letting his hand stroke against Allenâs before the door closed behind him and Allen was dragged along by Hyeongjun to the photographers.
Jungmo, who had just finished his photoshoot, was hovering around the photographer trying to pick out the best pics of himself. While waiting, Allen stood alone to the side, trying not to stand in anyone's ways while hugging himself. He knew they were supposed to be on a rooftop but he hadn't expected to be so cold even without a constant wind. While the roof wasn't as high as he had thought at first, the few stairs they had to take to get everything upstairs made him realise how little he went to the gym. His legs still felt wobbly just thinking about it.
Still standing to the side, he didn't notice someone coming up behind him until Serim secretly slid one of his hands into the side-pockets of Allenâs trousers.
âDon't freak out.â The older guy said, standing still and hiding his other hand in his own pocket.
âDonât freak outâ was easier said than done, Allen thought but instead of answering he simply slid his hand right next to Serimâs and looked towards the photographers who were still discussing the pictures with Jungmo. Ever so slightly, Allen leaned back against Serim who changed his stance to keep both of them from falling back and making a scene.
It wasn't unusual for anyone in the group to be affectionate towards the others; Hyeongjun always loved hugging the members and even Jungmo sometimes pulled the Maknae on his legs when they were sitting together. But they usually tried to minimise contact whenever they were ready to shoot a music video or concept shoot, just to make sure everything stayed as the staff prepared it. But right now, Allen needed that bit of contact; he couldn't say why and if anyone asked he would deny it, but it felt good to feel the warmth against his back and have his fingers entangled with Serimâs.
One of his friends told him it was just the meeting phase where everything felt exciting because you did it with your special person, but Allen was sure it had a different reason. After all, Serim and he had known each other for far longer than he knew anyone else apart from his own family. So there was barely anything he didn't know about the guy. But, even with so much history between them, sometimes he fell back into old habits like staying away from him when they were surrounded by the filming crew or newer staff members.
Sometimes, like right now, Serim was the one initiating contact; Allen liked to think after Serim wasn't the groups leader anymore, he relaxed a little bit. Even if he was still the oldest, he didn't have as much responsibility anymore â like always knowing where everyone was or making sure they followed the schedule. Serim still did, of course, but because he wanted to and he only helped the staff to locate a member when he was directly asked.
Allen, however, was managing just fine; but he relaxed whenever he was around Serim. Not because he had someone else to lean on, but because being with him made him not having to think about the other part of his life; the idol life, the schedules and the almost back breaking daily routine they went through when their comebacks dropped.
When the two of them are together, it's just them; Serim and Allen the people, not the idols. Two individuals in a big world that just so happen to meet.
Allen hadn't noticed when his eyes fell closed and his full weight had leaned against Serim, but instead of nudging him or waking him up, the older guy simply held him in case his legs gave out under him. It was one of the few rare nights they spent apart; more so to please Allenâs worrying mind about a staff member coming in with a filming crew than anything else. Comeback season was always filmed at the weirdest times and most of the times, he noticed the camera after they had been running for a few hours.
But right now, Allen was leaning against Serim and fully enjoying the warmth of him against his back while the others still debated on the pictures. Just as Allen thought to rest his head on Serimâs shoulder instead of having to be hanging to the front, he heard his name being called. Letting go off Serimâs hand immediately and standing up straight, he stared towards the direction of the sound.
The photographer only smiled with a weird gleam in his eyes before pointing towards the front. Multiple light machines were placed close to the camera set up, along with a big silver umbrella being held up by a manager.
âOkay, just sit down and look into the camera.â Pointing towards a wooden chair, the photographer clicked away on his camera before holding it up and nodding to himself.
Following the instructions, Allen sat down on the chair and was surprised by how low it felt. He wasn't the tallest member of the group but the chair felt miniature against the chair for the make-up artists.
Stretching one leg forward, he angled the other one slightly and looked into the camera.
After the first few pictures, he dared to look past the photographer. At first, he could see Serim peeking over the others at the computer to see how the pictures turned out in real time. But after the third picture, where he had gotten up and the camera had moved closer, he noticed Serim getting out his phone. At first Allen thought that Serim must have gotten a call or just wanted to text something real quick, but instead of doing that he noticed the phone camera being pointed towards him.
Not thinking much of it at first, Allen continued with his concept shoot until the last picture where he was standing on the chair. He thought it was over, but the photographer stopped him to take a close up from the position he was currently in; above the camera, looking down and fixing his shirt. He wasn't sure he managed the image the photographer had in mind, but when the young guy left smiling, so did Allen, walking back to where the laptop was placed to check his pictures.
Going through them one by one, focused on the screen to discuss each one of them, Allen didn't notice Serim walking past him until the older guy brushed one of his hands over his lower back and waist to go to the open area to get his pictures taken. A shiver ran down his spine and he had to focus on the photographer's voice to not shake himself.
After deciding on the pictures, he was about to leave when he turned around to see Serim and the photographer talking. He guessed it would be about different poses, the same thing he had talked about, but to his surprise Serimâs focus wasn't on the photographer; while the young guy was yapping away, pointing with his fingers to different locations on the set, Serim's sole focus was on Allen. Suddenly, even in the colder weather, his body was turning hot. He would've opened his colour but he didn't want to let Serim see the effect his gaze alone had on him.
Taking a deep breath, Allen crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. Serim simply smiled, but kept his gaze on him while talking to the photographer. After a moment, Serim got into position and stopped looking at Allen. Feeling like a heavy weight had been lifted, the younger guy turned towards the screen. Serim stayed to look at his pictures too, after all. Why shouldn't he be able to do the same?
The first few pictures had almost the same vibe; portrait style angle with Serim either looking at the camera or to the side. When he changed position though and the new pictures popped up on screen, Allen had to stop himself from gasping. There was nothing sexual or suggestive about the pose; Serim was simply sitting on the ground, looking up at the camera with one leg stretched out and the other one angled close to his body. His hands were on the ground, holding him upwards and his head was slightly crooked.
But the more Allen looked at the picture, the more he thought about something; the outfit, the pose and especially his gaze â even if it sounded far-fetched, he thought that Serim was looking at him through those pictures. He knew he was still here and checking out his pictures, but he couldn't possibly have this effect on him through a lense, right? No matter if Serim had planned it or not, Allen still felt a comfortable tingle throughout his whole body.
Smiling to himself, he looked at the others pictures; one was from a bit of a higher angle, where Serim had laid his head back against the wall and was looking straight into the camera. Allen bit his lips at the pictures, but he knew it wouldn't be chosen; this one definitely made suggestive, something that they weren't trying to do for this album specifically.
After the next few different poses, Allen found himself another plastic chair and sat down while looking through the pictures with a staff member. The staff member gave some directions here and there, mostly for lighting or when the pictures were a bit blurry. But, overall, everything went smooth and soon Serim was finished as well.
Now, all they had to do was take the group picture.
Every group member came back to the roof and they got into position.
âOkay everyone, these are the last few pictures for today!â Said the photographer, adding the SD-card into his camera and directing where everyone should stand and/or sit down. Allen got up on a chair, and even if it felt slightly wobbly he decided to not think too much about it and instead focus on the camera. Serim was standing to his side and Woobin in front of him; if the chair decided to give out, he would be safely caught by either one of them.
After the first few pictures got taken, some from another angle, they all got together in the middle and huddled close to one another.
âJust stand close to each other and look towards the camera with the most neutral expression.â The instructions were easier said than done; Serim stood facing him, while Allen had turned his back to the camera. They were now pretty much face to face and, even with all their members surrounding them, Serim couldn't stop his hand from grabbing onto Allenâs. For a moment he was about to let go, but they were so close no one would be able to see it; that's what he kept telling himself while intertwining their fingers together, hiding a smile before he tilted his head back towards the camera.
For the last picture, they had to sit down. A thin blanket was laid out to protect the clothes before they all huddled together once more, hiding the fabric of the blanket as best as possible.
âEveryone, sit down and look at me again.â Allen had to admit that the photographer was trying his best to get everyone comfortable; once again, Allen was close to Serim, this time with Wonjin almost laying down on his legs. Serimâs hand that was splayed over his own intertwined their fingers and squeezed; not strong enough to hurt but with more force necessary.
After the photographer was satisfied, he nodded towards them before giving a simple âGood job, everyone!â and going back to his laptop, most likely already thinking about how long he's gonna have to edit all of them.
Finally, Allen thought he could go back and relax. Maybe watch a movie with Serim. But then again, once he would be changed and his face clean of make up, maybe he would also fall into his bed and sleep.
On their way back to the make-up artists and stylist, the members started talking about what they would be doing this evening. While Allen walked with them, his hand was suddenly grabbed and he was pulled back. Before he could say something, he saw who had grabbed him so suddenly; Serim.
Smiling a bit, he looked to the members who didn't seem to notice their absence as they continued walking. Meanwhile, Serim was holding his hand and waited until they completely disappeared.
Waiting until Serim decided to speak, Allen simply looked at him; he had to admit, the slightly longer hair suited him very well. Especially with the way it was styled, mostly to one side and with some wispy strands falling into his face, he looked like an edgy anime character.
For a moment, Serim looked at Allen and forgot what he was going to talk about. He knew there was a reason he had stopped him from following their group, but after looking at his boyfriends face and getting lost in his eyes, he couldn't by the life of him remember why he had stopped walking.
Clearly, Allen waited for a reason; even if his smile was genuine and his hand was caressing Serimâs, there was a huge question mark above his head, asking why they still stood in the hallway where a staff member could always come by and see them.
âWe should probably goâŠâ Serim started saying, but didn't move towards where the others went.
Allen raised an eyebrow, like he did before when the two of them had had a small stare battle.
âWe should, yeah.â He said finally, taking the first step towards the changing room and then slowly dragging Serim along.
Smiling to himself while looking forward, Allen lead them down the hallway and shortly before they reached the door, he stopped. Serim came up beside him, now being the one confused as to why they stopped. But he didn't get to ask a question; Allen had turned towards him, grabbed his collar and placed a soft kiss on his lips before letting go of him and walking the last few steps towards the door.
Before Serim could think about what happened, Allen had grabbed onto the handle; at the same time, Serim had grabbed Allenâs hand and spun him around, back into his reach and back into kissing range. Placing one of his hands under his chin, Serim placed his lips on Allen's and what started with a short peck turned into a full on loving kiss as Allen laid his arms around the older guy's shoulders.
They shouldn't be doing this so close to so many staff members but neither of them cared at the moment. They had been hovering around each other while their bodies yearned for each other for the whole day since leaving the apartment; this short moment was a teaser for what could be waiting for them once they came back home.
They kissed for another moment, with Allen leaning back and Serim holding him close with his arms around his waist, before they stopped breathless with their foreheads touching. Biting his lip, Allen pushed Serimâs hair behind his ear before slowly removing himself from his boyfriend's arms.
Just as Allen was about to say they should really get going, Serim pulled him closer once more.
âI have an idea. You have to trust me, though.â He said. His eyes, if possible, had turned dark with desire. He was looking at Allen and so many different scenarios played in his head; images of Allen under him, above him, some scenarios where he was looking at him and others with his back turned towards him.
Serim wanted to do nothing more than turn at least half of them into reality if Allen agreed; he would be the first member to be ready to go if he said yes just so he could make sure everyone else hurried up as well. But, judging by the gleam in Allenâs eyes, he had some ideas as well. For now, Serim was gonna say yes to everything as long as they went home as soon as possible.
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âNo.â Serim couldn't believe that word came out of his mouth. After the two of them arrived in their apartment â they had bribed some of the members with food and others with money to have the full apartment to themselves, without their managers knowing â, Allen had told him about his ideas.
âWhy not?â Allen asked, his hands gesturing towards a few bags laying on their couch. âIt's not like we stole anything. They're company property, so it's fine. Plus, you're not gonna be wearing that outfit for a long time anyway and we will make sure it's cleaned. Come one~, please?â
Usually, Allen was that one member of the group who was the personification of quiet. But sometimes Serim knew why he was a rapper as well; if he wanted to, Allen could talk for more than a few seconds, even if, most of the time, it was to try and convince him of an idea.
âI am not gonna wear a priest outfit while making out with you.â Serim said, shaking his head. While he wasn't necessarily the biggest Christian out there, he wasn't going to cross that line.
âThey're not necessarily real priest outfits. They don't have the right crosses or stitches.â Allen said, closing the gap between the two and hugging him close. âYou looked pretty hot with that outfit and I would love to see you wear it again, please?â
Once again, Serim noticed one problem with this whole situation; he couldn't really say no to Allen. Not because he likes the idea as much as he did, but mainly because Allen barely asked for anything. Serim came up with ideas and Allen was almost always on board, apart from the time he suggested going to the pool together. While Serim still thought it would be a hot idea, Allen refused and Serim wasn't about to annoy him about it anymore.
Allen placed a kiss on Serim's lips, smiling a bit before placing another one on his cheeks. Serim was about to kiss him again, when Allen leaned back. His lips had turned into a wicked smile, almost like a succubus who knew he had his victim right where he wanted it.
âJust for tonight.â Allen whispered, placing another kiss on his boyfriend's lips before removing his arms and going towards the bags on the couch.
Serim, taking a deep breath, bit his lip but followed at Allen's heel. He picked up one of the bags where his photoshoot outfit was in and shook his head before picking it up.
âOnly for tonight.â Serim said, looking at Allen who was now happy and looking like an angel who didn't just use his weakness â kisses and sweet words â against him.
After he changed into his black robe, he left the washroom and immediately walked back towards the living room but it was empty apart from their other bags still laying there. Turning towards the short hallway, he saw light coming from under the door to the bedroom.
Shaking his head, Serim made his way towards it and opened it slowly. He didn't need to knock to know that Allen was ready and waiting for him. What he didn't know though was that as soon as he opened the door, he saw Allen sitting on his bed in nothing. There was not a single piece of clothing on his body, nothing hiding his honey coloured skin and hickeys on his neck.
For a heartbeat, Serim stood there in awe. It wasn't like he hadn't seen Allen naked yet; they had been to multiple trips before being boyfriends and they had slept together before. But this picture, him sitting at the top of the bed with nothing but a soft smile on his face, was a first.
A knot formed in his throat and he just remembered to close the door before he walked towards the bed.
âWait.â He heard Allen say just as he reached the end of the bed. Confused, Serim furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side. Wait? Why should he wait? Allen said he wouldn't wear these clothes for long anyway, why prolong it when he was already naked?
Changing his position slightly, Allen sat up straight and looked at Serim with a determination that felt almost jarring until he understood. Allen had a very specific image in mind, a specific turn of events on how this should play out. As much as he wanted to jump onto the bed, he respected Allen too much to ignore his vision. And so, Serim stood at the foot of the bed and waited patiently.
Biting his lip, Allen grabbed onto the sheet. When he first thought about this, it all sounded way easier in his mind. But now, where Serim waited for a command like an obedient guard dog, he couldn't bring himself to test his obedience too much.
âKneel.â He said, after what felt like half an eternity. At first Serim simply blinked like he didn't hear what Allen said, but then he did as he was asked.
He kneeled in front of the bed, with his head and shoulders being the only thing that's visible above the bed. Staring at his eyes, Allen had to admit that Serim was being better than he thought; while he wouldn't say Serim was ravenous or blinded by desire, he did like to have things go his way and most of the time that was fast.
And, most of the time, that involved both of them losing their clothing.
Allen couldn't tell what Serim was thinking about right now but he could imagine that he wasn't necessarily happy about the whole situation. But that was where his plan came into motion.
âTell meâŠâ Allen started, trying to relax himself but focusing on Serim's almost burning gaze on him. âTell me what you want to do. To me. Right now.â He pressed the words out and once they reached Serim, actually reached him, his gaze darkened and his jaw tightened. Allen saw the exact moment Serim knew what was gonna happen; he saw the exact moment where Serim realised what Allen was planning.
Cursing under his breath, Serim let his gaze wander over Allen's body for the first time while arriving at the room. Allen had to admit that Serim didn't lack any respect; waiting until now to check him out while he was naked for more than a few minutes before was truly astonishing.
Once Serim had made a mental image of Allen, of how his legs were slightly turned inwards like he wasn't so sure of his plan, and how his arms were loose to the side but his hands were gripping hard onto the sheets, he looked into his eyes again. One good thing about sitting so close to the foot of the bed, Serim guessed that Allen wouldn't be able to see much about what he would be doing below the belt.
âI would kiss you, for starters.â Serim said, keeping his gaze fixated on Allen's face. His eyes wandered over every curve he saw, over the slight blush in Allen's cheek showing him he was as affected by all of this as he was. âThen I would let my hand wander over your chest-â Serim stopped abruptly when he noticed Allen's hand being placed on his chest.
He knew what would happen and he was still shocked; Allen only raised an eyebrow, urging him to continue speaking. Serim's mouth felt dry when he saw Allenâs finger splayed out on his skin.
Serim's body felt hot just thinking about them being his own.
âT-then I would let my hand wander over your chest and abdomen to your waist.â
Serim watched with eagle eyes as Allen hand did exactly what he was saying, brushing his skin and touching the same parts that made Allen hum in contempt. He was about to ask to do it himself before he thought better of it; Allen wouldn't put them into this situation if he didn't think about a way for Serim to feel pleasure as well. At least, he hoped so or else he would actually need spiritual guidance before he went insane.
âAnd then?â Allen hummed, letting his hand rest on his lower abdomen, his own gaze fixated on Serim's face. He saw how his eyes darted from his hand to his face and back to his hand, never keeping eye contact for more than a few seconds.
âThen I would kiss your neck andâŠâ Serim stopped, once again looking at his face, no doubt thinking about kissing him right now. As much as Allen wanted to do the same, he was into deep now to not enjoy the way Serim got restless while kneeling.
âAnd?~â Allen started, not doing much but tilting his head and pushing his bottom lip a bit up.
âAnd I would wrap my hand around your dick.â Serim's mouth went dryer the more he talked and his body turned from semi-warm to full on hot and burning. He tried to kneel comfortably but it was getting harder to do so; his own dick not only began getting hard but the fabric of his trousers was necessarily the most stretchy one so it was getting tense.
Allen did as Serim said, closing his eyes and trying not to jerk himself off right then and there. He opened his eyes and noticed Serim biting his lip and changing his position again.
âThen I would start moving my hand slowly up and downâŠâ Serim couldn't believe he was continuing this; he knew he was weak against Allen before but seeing him like this and not being able to do anything was worse than before they were a couple when they lost their virginity together.
Again, Allen followed what Serim said and after the first few strokes he laid his head back and bit his lip to stifle his moan. He heard Serim curse and focused his gaze back on his boyfriend, even if his head was now tilted forwards in concentration. This whole situation felt overwhelming and understimulated at the same time.
âFuck, AllenâŠâ Serim started. âYou look so hotâŠplease, can I justâŠtake over?â He wasn't begging just yet but there wasn't much left for him to sound as desperate as Allen felt. He wanted nothing more than to feel close to him but at the same time, this right now felt so good too that he asked himself why he hadn't come up with it earlier.
âNoâŠâ Allen said breathlessly, jerking himself off with slow strokes. Serim made a noise that was almost like a growl and a moan mixed together.
âFuckâŠI wouldâŠI would stop my hand for a moment to focus on kissing you again before adding some saliva to my hand and stroking your dick again.â Serim was feeling light headed with the amount of heat and desire cursing through himself right now. The knot in his belly felt bigger than ever and he would be lying if he said he could last any longer if he would've been doing everything he said.
Allen did as Serim said and as soon as his hand touched his own dick again, he laid his head back. The first few strokes were slow and agonizing, for both Serim and Allen. Serim wanted nothing more than to replace Allenâs hand with his own and Allen was fighting with himself to not let Serim off the hook so soon.
Finally, Serim tried to release some of his own pressure while Allen wasn't looking by laying his palm flatly over his clothed clock and moving his hand up and down slowly. He gasped and bit his lip almost immediately, but if Allen had noticed he didn't react.
Biting back a comment, Serim then said: âThen I would continue with my hand while kissing you. Fuck, Allen, I love kissing you, can't I do that?â Serim was ready to actually start begging if Allen asked for it just so he could touch him. But, of course, Allen didn't allow it.
âNoâŠâ Allen said, his heart beating so fast he thought Serim could hear it as well.
âWhat would you do as well?â He asked, still moving his hand up and down his own cock and trying his best not to come immediately. Serim's hot, lust filled gaze was pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
With one of his hands, Serim tried to give his cock some space but it didn't really work; instead it made the burning desire and closed space feel even tighter and tinier. The fabric of his trousers was about as breathable as it was white; meaning it was not breathable at all. He was about to go crazy, being sidelined and having to keep his position kneeling in front of his boyfriend who was enjoying himself. It was then that it finally and fully dawned on Serim; why Allen was doing this, why he had to wear this costume and why he was supposed to be kneeling. For some unknown reason - and he was almost 100 % sure Allen didn't know either -, the concept of Serim kneeling and begging for his own desire turned Allen on.
Once again Serim was cursing and Allen had to stop his hand; he was so close to the edge that even the moaning of his boyfriend was enough to almost tip him over. He had to close his eyes for a moment to catch his breath. Another moment of absolute silence happened before Allen noticed that Serim wasnât cursing or breathing heavily. When Allen opened his eyes and looked at him he noticed the older guy had clasped his hands together in a prayer position but his eyes were open and focused on him; his gaze almost burning with unsaid words and a feeling he couldnât place. Want? Need? Or something different that even Serim couldnât name?
Biting his lip, Allen tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. His posture relaxed even with the knot in his lower abdomen and his body growing hot with the way Serim was watching him, taking notice of every little thing Allen did; he noticed Serimâs eyes darting from his eyes to his hand that was resting but still fisting his own cock and he noticed his eyes moving slowly up his body before focusing on his face again. Usually, Allen wouldâve loved to do nothing more than invite Serim to join him, to undress and to spend the night together but he wanted to do a small test. How far would he be able to bring Serim before his own need, his desire to be intimate with Allen, grew bigger than his want to satisfy Allenâs needs before his own?
It was probably a mean thing to do; sometimes bad ideas floated in his head and while he made an effort to ignore or lock them away, sometimes the situations were too perfect not to take advantage of them. Today was one of those days where one bad idea sparked a long list of bad decisions. But instead of locking them away like before he allowed himself one bad day; a cheat day, so to say. One day where he didnât want to feel bad about his actions. He wasnât about to hurt Serim, he told himself. There was no real harm in those few thoughts or else Serim would step in.
Before Allenâs mind could wander off and come up with more wild ideas, Serim lowered his hands and raised his chin. His lust was growing almost unbearable; he wanted to be closer to Allen, just close enough to feel his warmth under his finger tips. Biting his lips, he slowly got up but before he could take a step towards the bed, Allen sat up straighter and raised an eyebrow.
âWhat do you think you are doing?â He asked, not accusatory but in the same way he would ask him about the weather; like he wasnât actually waiting for an answer and wouldnât be interested in it either.
âMay I come closer?â Serim asked, keeping his hands in front of him, clasped around each other while everything in him screamed and thrashed to ignore Allenâs wish and remove every bit of clothing. He tried to focus his eyes on Allenâs face but his gaze lingered from his eyes to his bare chest and revealed cock back to his eyes. He grabbed his own hands so hard his knuckles turned white while waiting for Allen to answer.
Judging from his posture and clipped voice, Allen guessed that Serim was at the point where he wanted to respect Allen but was fighting himself. He wasnât sure what Serim wanted to do to him yet, but guessing by the way his eyes were flickering over his body, Serim hadnât decided that either.
âNo.â Allen said simply. âKneel back down.â
The younger guy didnât know where the confidence came from that made him order Serim around - judging from the short flicker of confusion in the older guy's eyes, he didnât seem to figure it out either. But, he did as he was asked and Serim kneeled back down in front of the bed.
Now that Allen had him back where he wanted him, his gaze was almost unbearable. It grew in intensity and Allenâs free hand was shaking as he was fixing his hair. His body grew hotter and hotter but instead of turning his eyes away, he took a deep breath and kept their eyes locked with each other while he started to move his hand up and down on his cock, jerking himself off in slow movements. From time to time he bit his lip to stop a moan or whimper from escaping but apart from that, his eyes were locked in a staring contest with Serim.
The older guy had to say he admired Allen; he wasnât the type to do nothing in bed but to see him like this, with the full control in his hand and not crumbling under the pressure he was impressed by how well he handled it. Nonetheless, he was getting antsy with the growing pressure on his own cock. He kept his eyes locked with Allen while palming his cock as discreetly as possible but if this went on for much longer, he would have to send this costume to the dry cleaner before he was able to give it back to the staff members.
A soft and short curse word slipped out of Allen and as much as he tried to stay strong under the pressure that was Serimâs intense gaze, Allen tilted his head back as his hand began to move quicker. He was almost over the edge when he stopped his hand and grabbed the sheets at his side. For some reason, Allen couldnât finish unless Serim was actually close to him. Of course, he wasnât about to tell him that right now; he just had to come up with a clever way on how to bring him close to him without sounding needy.
âCome here.â Allen said, his voice raspy and out of breath. So much for âtry not to sound needyâ. But Serim didnât say anything and instead appeared not even a moment later, hovering over him but not touching him just yet. As much as he wanted to finish together, Serim was still playing his role as the devoted follower and Allen couldnât say there was anything hotter than this right now.
âKiss me.â Allen ordered and Serim didnât hesitate. One second he was so far away Allen couldnât even smell his cologne and the next they were kissing. This kiss wasnât a soft one like the one back at the studio; it wasnât ravenous either but something in between; a kiss that was as double-sided as their relationship - secret but obvious if you looked just a bit closer. The kiss started soft and breathy but turned deep quickly. Allen couldnât say who bit who first, he just knew that after a few minutes his lips tingled from more than the amazing feeling of kissing his boyfriend.
Allenâs hands found their way into Serimâs hair and he held onto it, holding his head close by while one of his legs was covered by Serimâs long coat. He was reminded of their drastically different attire and for a moment he was thinking of how it must feel to ride him in this outfit before he remembered it was borrowed; while they definitely had to get it cleaned, he didnât want to scar the poor worker with unnecessary stains. Serim seemed to be just fine with kissing; when Allen tried to stop it, Serim started placing kisses all over his face and neck.
For a moment, Allen relished in the feeling that those kisses let loose in his body but he was too lustful to wait any longer.
âTake off your clothes.â Allen told Serim, already beginning to start unbotting his coat and shirt. It took a minute before Serimâs ears registered the words correctly but when his mind cleared for a second to truly listen to the words, he lost his clothes in record time. First his coat, then his trousers and finally his shirt. Now all he was dressed in were his boxers which was still more than Allen was wearing, but it was enough for Allen to let his hands wander over Serimâs body and finally feel the hot skin of his boyfriend.
Before Allen could tell Serim to undress completely, the older guy involved him in a kiss again. This one started deep, with neither of them moving much apart from their tongues being entangled. After a moment, when Allenâs hand moved back to their place on the back of Serimâs head, the older guy slightly changed his position; just enough to raise Allen slightly to make their bodies touch. Serim cursed against the younger guys lips, biting them softly when he felt the erection that mirrored his own which was still hidden in his boxers. He wanted nothing more than to turn Allen around and make him scream his name, but they were in close proximity with other people in the apartment complex.
Allen, however, had other plans. Just as Serim was letting him go, Allen swiped Serimâs leg and turned the two around so he was above him. At first Serim looked at him perplexed, not asking anything outright, more so intrigued on what Allen would do next. For another moment they were simply looking at each other before Allen started placing kisses on Serimâs body. He started with his lips, then his cheeks before moving down to his neck and chest.
While his gaze was turned upwards towards Serimâs face, his hands were moving downwards. Slowly, snaked his fingers under Serimâs boxers, pushing them down his legs before sitting up straight and removing them completely. The older guy was looking at Allen with an expression that mirrored his own desire mixed with confusion, most likely wondering what would happen next.
It didnât take much longer than a heartbeat for Serim to decide.
âSit up straight and lean against the back of the bed.â Serim did as he was told, resting his hands on Allen as the younger guy sat down and straddled Serimâs legs. With one hand Allen grasped Serimâs chin, pulling him towards him for a short and soft kiss while his other hand grabbed Serimâs cock. Serimâs hands meanwhile grabbed on the skin around Allenâs waist, holding onto him like he would run away any minute now. Kissing again, Allen began jerking his boyfriend off in slow strokes.
No curse words left Serimâs mouth but his hands were sure to leave marks around his waist for how hard he was grabbing him. Not that Allen necessarily minded; he thought most marks that Serim left on his body were hot and he treasured them. Even if they sometimes ended up in places that made the make-up artists groan in annoyance because they would need to spend extra time trying to cover them up.
Slowly, Serim started moving his hips against Allenâs hands and the two of them sooner than later started grinding against each other, kissing desperately with sloppy sounds coming from everyone around them. Allenâs hand was slick with pre-cum, stroking Serimâs cock in a quick rhythm while his own bopped against his hand with every grinding motion. They were breathless and close to the edge, but this time Serim stopped them even though Allen could already feel him twitching in his hand.
When Serim stopped kissing him and grabbed his hand on his cock around his wrist, he groaned in annoyance and from desperation.
âSerim-â he started, but instead of letting him finish, Serim raised him up until Allen hovered on his shaking legs a few centimeters in the high. Even though Serim had to tilt his neck towards and Allen had to bend down a bit, Serim was smiling blissfully. It took a moment before Allen understood why he was even holding this position, but Serimâs hand that was reaching to their nightstand and the slight grin were reminding Allen of who was below him.
âYou look so beautiful,â Serim said, placing kisses on Allenâs chest before sucking on the skin just below his collarbone and placing a hickey there. Allen bit his lip, moving one of his hands to cradle Serimâs face. As the older one was looking up, he stroked a thumb over his cheek and smiled. He was about to lean down when he felt the cold wetness against his ass. One of Serimâs hands, most likely the same who was just reaching to the night stand, was spreading lube over Allenâs ass.
As the two of them started kissing again, Serim inserted one finger into Allen. The younger gasped into the kiss and before he could actually get comfortable with it, Serim already inserted another one. The feeling wasnât bad necessarily, but it wasnât the most pleasant one either. Serim gave him more time to get used to the feeling this time, moving his two fingers in and out slowly before adding a third one.
This time, Allen couldnât hide his moans in the kiss or behind his hand. Stopping the kiss and leaning his forehand against Serim, he laid his shoulders above Serimâs while moving in the same rhythm as his boyfriend. His whimpers and soft moans started spilling out of him. Just as Allen got used to the three fingers pumping inside of him, Serim added a fourth and Allen thought he was done for. It wasnât the first time they fucked but it was always a surprise to him how careful Serim was; while it wasnât a surprise he took care of him, he was pleasantly surprised the first time how little it hurt when Serim was inside him.
Serim started placing kisses on Allenâs shoulder blades and neck again as he hugged him close and lubed up his own dick with some more cold liquid. The feeling was almost enough to make him cum like a highschooler but he caught himself. Allen almost felt empty now that Serimâs fingers werenât inside of him but the thought was quickly pushed away as Serim positioned his dick between Allenâs ass cheeks. Allen bit his lips, ready to push down in one go but Serim had other ideas.
He held onto Allenâs waist again, not with the same strength as before but strong enough to make sure he wasnât impaling himself on his dick. Allen let out a soft whimper as Serimâs dick slowly pushed inside Allen, making up for the missing fingers and filling him up at the same time. Serim had to restrain himself from not thrusting into him straight away after Allen had taken his dick completely.
âFuckâŠyou feel so good, baby.â Serim said, tilting Allenâs hand towards him and placing a short kiss on his lips before he helped his boyfriend move his hips with his hands. While it wasnât the first time that they both slept with each other, it was the first time that Serim was not only sitting up but Allen was riding him. Serim wasnât sure if it was something that Allen had thought about before, but he could definitely get used to this. Getting to kiss his boyfriend while being inside of him? It was a win-win situation.
Allen held himself up with one of his arms draped over Serimâs shoulders and the other one holding onto the wall behind the two. He moved his hips up and down, trying to get a feel on what movements felt good for both him and Serim while trying his best to stay relatively quiet. He didnât feel like trying to explain to anyone tomorrow what any weird noises were.
Moving with the help of Serim, he quickly found a good rhythm that hit his g-spot at the right angle and made Serim grunt and moan. He was so focused on trying to please Serim that he could barely focus on the sudden feeling of his climax reaching him before he felt Serim holding him up and thrusting inside of him with his own strength. He heard the vulgar sounds of their flesh pounding against each other, sticky with lube and Allenâs cum that was dripping on both of them, and mixed together with the sensory overload that were Serimâs thrusts he started whimpering when he felt his next wave of an orgasm arrive. He could barely hold his head up and here he was, a whimpering mess while Serim rode his own wave of an orgasm with slow but deep thrusts.
As if Serim felt the next wave of Allen being close, he started placing kisses and soft bites on his neck. With one hand he grabbed Allenâs cock which made the younger guy whimper again.
âPleaseâŠâ Allen almost sounded like he was begging, but he couldnât pinpoint what for. For another orgasm? For Serim to let him rest? Serim obviously decided it was the first option as he jerked his boyfriend off while thrusting inside of him.
Allen couldnât form any words let alone sentences as his body was shaken by his second orgasm. His whole body felt limp and exhausted as he slumped against Serim, taking deep breaths to calm down his body. He could do nothing except breath and focus on Serimâs heartbeat, beating about as hard against his chest as his own did.
Serim stroked Allenâs head, smoothing out his hair. Neither of them moved until Serim decided they needed to wash up to go to bed.
âI donât think I can walkâŠâ Allen whispered, his head rested on Serimâs shoulder and his arms placed loosely around Serimâs waist. âI think you need to carry me.â
Serim chuckled but didnât refuse the idea. He was known as the strongest member of his group and by his good name he would make sure that he was always strong enough to carry one of them should the situation arise. Placing his arms carefully under Allenâs ass, he softly lifted him just enough for his dick to slip out before he slowly got up. Allen groaned and only helped a little bit, his legs feeling like they were made out of jelly and only half cured.
Inside the bathroom, Serim immediately started filling the bathtub with water. He placed Allen inside first before sitting down behind him. He wasnât about to start round - his own legs felt kind of like half cooked spaghetti - but feeling Allen relax against him, he couldnât help himself and let his hands roam all over his body.
However, Allen quickly grabbed them and hugged Serim close, without saying anything else. Neither of them felt suffocated by the silence that followed, that was only broken by the occasional drip of water into the bathtub or outside noise trickling inside. As much as he loved teasing Serim, Allen decided there at this moment that he had too little courage inside of him to do this on a regular basis. Especially if it had the same effect on him everytime; he would die in an early grave if this kept happening. On his gravestone the cause of death will be redacted because âDeath by orgasmâ wouldnât be something his parents would allow.
âYou are truly somethingâŠâ Serim whispered after some time, stroking Allenâs hair out of his face and hugging him close again afterwards. Allen only hummed, already feeling sleepy. If it wasnât for the fact they would resemble grandpaâs the next moment and probably come down with a cold due to cold water, Serim thought he could simply fall asleep here with Allen. Even if neither of them said it outright, today was a first for multiple things.
Allen could only imagine what revenge Serim came up with for this stunt he pulled.
Why is Cravity so underrated bro????? Like I just discovered them last year and I've been obsessed with them since. Seriously their songs are sooooo good. Their Dare to Crave album (as well as the repackage) was seriously one of the best albums of last year and their recent comeback with Awake was phenomenal. The members are so passionate too and many of them write and produce their songs, that's amazing. They're so fun too, I've been watching all their Vity Park episodes. These guys know how to make fun content, they're so funny. Gosh I adore them. Where are all the Luvity's at????
Sorry, but I'm just trying to comprehend things here. Does being a proship means you normalize dark, taboo, incest etc. in fics?
no. proship literally just means anti censorship and anti harassment. proship does not necessarily mean liking every taboo ship. it does not necessarily mean normalizing any taboo ship.
you can be proship even if you hate every single ship that is taboo. as long as you donât harass or shame real people over fiction, then by the definition, you are proship.
almost every person who is proship has something they dislike, hate, or even find disgusting. the point is not to normalize any of these taboo things. the point is literally to not shame, harass or censor people who enjoy the things they enjoy as long as itâs fiction and no one in real life is harmed.
so when someone who is proship finds a taboo ship they think is disgusting, they either scroll past, mute, or block the source. thatâs all. they donât harass or shame the person who enjoys it. they donât try to normalize it. they just curate their own internet experience. scroll past, mute or block what they donât want to see, mind their own business and let others enjoy whatever fictional things they enjoy.
important reminder that most people you follow online are significantly lamer than you think they are including me. and if you feel insecure comparing yourself to someone online: DON'T. theyre probably also lame and weird. most people on the internet are
âcoming from a place of respectâ there is nothing respectful about a comment like this. this is exactly why I say witch hunt, speculations and accusations harm the writing community as much as ai does, if not more.
I am not saying âyouâre an asshole if you think a fic is aiâ. I have come across fics that I believe were ai-generated. but instead of asking (accusing) the authors, I make my own decisions whether Iâll continue reading for the benefit of the doubt or quietly exit the fics and look for something else to read.
because with every accusation like this, thereâs always a chance of a genuine, innocent writer getting wrongly accused.
last but not least, fanfic writers do NOT owe you anything. they write for themselves and their own enjoyment. their ao3 accounts are their houses and they were kind enough to let you in their houses. for free. (you get to read things for free.) you donât go into other peopleâs houses and tell them âactually I think the way you decorate your room is sus. did you actually do it yourself or did you ask a robot to do it for you?â. THEY đđ» DONâT đđ» OWE đđ» YOU đđ» ANYTHING. and I say this as someone who is not a fan of ai fics. if you donât like what youâre seeing, quietly leave.
*the following is not about the fic in this specific post. in general, I still strongly believe people who let ai write for them should tag their works as ai accordingly. but if we want more people to be honest about it, weâll have to stop shaming and harassing people who actually tag their ai-generated fics accordingly. harassment is never justified. not to mention, it will only make âai writersâ refrain from tagging their ai-generated works as such. and then thereâs no way for anyone to know for absolute certainty if itâs ai. therefore the raise of witch hunt.
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