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Feverish; A/B/O Chapter 5

Pairing: Hakyeon/Taekwoon; Hongbin/Wonshik

Words: 1,574

Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe)

Summary: Every 14th of the month, Cha Hakyeon would die.

Notes:  If you want to read chapters 1-4, check out ao3 or the masterlist. c: This is a thank you gift for hitting 1,000 followers on Twitter. Also, special thanks to written on wings for helping complete this chapter. Will be starting on chapter 6 soon. 

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Moving.

I decided it was time for a fresh start, and that is to finally do what I was supposed to do two years ago: make @kyaappucino my main writing blog. 

I am torn between moving my favorite fics over there, and just leaving this account active as a time capsule, of sorts. I’m not really sure yet. Thank you all for your patience and support over the years. 

(I will be taking @justneofamilythings over to the new space too, of course. ^^)

Let’s see how I do this time with a fresh start, and a new tumblog.

As for the fics in my ao3, those will still be up and running. I want to see if there are any wips or series I can update.

Or I never really learned how to manage my time properly. Either way, if you will be following me to the new space, thank you. If not, then thanks for a great run anyway. 

This time, I will write what makes me happy, and hopefully makes you happy.

(and in the style of coffee-related puns, my reblog blog is @nyaamericano. If you wanted to see what I’m up to when not plotting and such.)

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Vixx aesthetic moodboards, made by me. Please don’t repost, thank you! Yellow neo, purple rabin, pink leobin. I’ll get other pairings and colors done sometime, too. 

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Hi!! Your writing is really fantastic! I love your a/b/o series because it actually has a storyline which is rare in that genre haha. When do you think you'll update it next?

Hi anon, and thank you for saying so. Prior to writing the a/b/o series I checked a lot of things about the genre, and saw a lot of…well…problematic things. ;; I wanted to write something that…tackled something different, and I am surprised at how many responded positively.

After a year of working, I am in a good position to continue writing again, because I am no longer tired because of commuting.

Please expect the a/b/o update within the last week of January. I think I feel confident enough to share a new plot (but I won’t pull down the original work. I will just rewrite it and let people see what’s changed, and what has stayed the same.)

Thank you for being patient and asking me about it, by the way. I love this AU…I just hope people will like my plans for it.

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[Navi] Dreamers

A/N: Hi there, this is a prompt that @swag-daddy-ravi gave me a long time back and I finally finished it! It has implied sexy times so it’s probably more PG-13 than R, but it can be skipped if you like.

Has genderbent Hakyeon, so I used Cha Yeonnie instead. c:

Pairing: Cha Hakyeon/Kim Wonshik

Even before Cha Yeonnie bought the pregnancy test, she already knew she was pregnant. When she called Taekwoon with the news, her best friend sounded breathless.

“Are you busy with Hongbin? I can call back…”

Taekwoon had laughed and said softly, “he can’t talk right now but I’ll tell him you said hi.” There was a whine that sounded suspiciously Hongbin-like, deep and low in the background before Yeonnie hung up.

Oh well. She had warned Hongbin that her best friend was…a little kinky.

Hanging up the phone, Yeonnie snuggles deeper into the covers feeling warm and soft. After trying for so long, she and Wonshik could finally start having a family.

She’s roused from sleep by the smell of eggs and bacon. Yeonnie sighs happily; Wonshik’s home from the music studio. Yeonnie gets up from bed and stretches her arms wide, shirt riding up and revealing a tiny dragon tattooed along her ribs. She slips her feet into fluffy slippers and heads downstairs, phone in hand.

“Morning, baby.”

It didn’t matter that she and Wonshik had been dating for nearly three years now. The sight of Kim Wonshik in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up still took her breath away.

Especially since he had gotten sleeve tattoos.

He didn’t look up, busy frying some bacon. But his voice was warm and sweet, and it was much better in person than half-whispered through the phone.

“Hey angel. Slept well?” She hugged him from behind, her smaller form barely reaching his shoulder. “No. You weren’t there.” She mumbled into his back, smiling as she felt his vibrating laughter and his heartbeat quicken.

“Gotcha. I’ll fry up more bacon.” She giggled and pressed a soft kiss onto his back before heading to the dining room, settling herself on one of the high-backed chairs.

It would be awhile before they could afford their own place (they wanted to buy a house before getting married) but for now, it was fun having these weekend sleepovers.

Wonshik laid out two portions, but the minute Yeonnie held a spoonful of bacon to her lips, she felt sick.

“You okay? Yeon, what’s wrong?” Yeonnie dropped the spoon and stood up, covering her mouth. “Bathroom.”

 Yeonnie rinsed her face, staring at her reflection. He’d worked so hard to cook but the smell of it made her want to throw up again, and she didn’t want last night’s dinner to come back up. She was very fond of ramyun.

Tying her red hair into a bun, she unlocked the door and was met with a concerned Doberman. She raised her hand and said softly, “Must have been last night’s dinner.”

He cocked his head to one side, like he didn’t believe her. “But you love your bacon…are you sure? We could make an appointment with Dr. Lee.”

Yeonnie thought back to her phone call with Taekwoon. “If he can even move when Woonie’s done with him.”

 First it was the bacon. Then when she tried to bake Wonshik apology brownies, she hadn’t been able to stomach the smell of brownie batter.

She ended up asking Taekwoon to bake for her.

“You could just tell him.” Taekwoon said as he frosted the cake. “Why avoid it? He knows you aren’t on birth control anymore, right?”

Yeonnie nodded, hopping onto the counter and checking out Taekwoon’s handiwork.

They’d been trying to get pregnant for all of ten months, and at one point Wonshik stopped asking if she had her period.

“Yeah. I just…I just don’t wanna say ‘Hey Shik-ah we’re finally pregnant!’ I want…want it to matter, you know? Be special.”

Taekwoon chuckled and poured rainbow sprinkles on the cake. “Use SNOW app. J.Dice was playing with the app last night on C-Live.”

“You’re such a fanboy, I swear.” The first time she’d heard of J.Dice it was from Hongbin.

“Well, I had to get Bin-ah away from Park Hyoshin. Now he can’t get enough of Tomas.”

She looked up the app and smiled when she saw a preview of Tomas (“Isn’t his mint hair just precious?” Taekwoon asked, looking over her shoulder) using the baby filter.

Beside him was the group’s leader, Dolbaeggi.

“He looks dorky,” Yeonnie commented, watching as the purple-haired leader posed cutely with Tomas. The app made them look like babies, complete with pacifiers and stars.

“Perfect,” Taekwoon said, lightly pinching his best friend’s cheek. She giggled but had to admit that he was right.

The app made their eyes look big and their cheeks colored pink with the filter’s blush.

 Wonshik was working late and it was nearly 1am before he opens the door to their bedroom.

He can’t help smiling at the sight. Cha Yeonnie, his incredibly sexy dancer girlfriend had fallen asleep waiting for him, her mobile phone lying open on her chest.

“Cute,” he says, moving towards the bed. Wonshik bends down and kisses the top of her head.

He feels, rather than sees her stirring in interest. Her soft hand wraps around the nape of his neck and pulls him down for a kiss, open-mouthed and sweet.

Her phone slides off of her chest and is lost beneath the blankets.

Wonshik moans into Yeonnie’s mouth, biceps flexing as he wraps his arms around her tiny waist.

“Wait,” she whispers against his lips, but he doesn’t listen, too busy kissing down her jawline.

The moment he takes off his shirt, Yeonmi’s mesmerized and pulls him impossibly closer, shivering in pleasure as she feels him unhook her bra through her shirt.

He pushes her soft thighs apart and she can’t think about anything else, just Wonshik and how he smells. Her boyfriend smells like a combination of coffee, detergent and rain–all of her favorites, all at once and he feels so good as he slides inside of her.

 When she wakes up, Cha Yeonnie feels warm and soft. The sunlight’s streaming from their curtains and shining across her face, blinking back tears as she sits up, yawning.

Her back feels slightly uncomfortable and she pulls out her phone, warm from her body heat. The battery is down to 10% but the screen is still open, waiting for her.

She pauses, clicks on the gallery and swipes to the picture of the pregnancy test, results positive.

Cha Yeonnie chuckles as she swipes to the next photo. She’d called Taekwoon in a combination of joy and panic, buying three more pregnancy tests so she could be sure.

There have been false hopes before. And if this was another one, she didn’t want Wonshik to share in it.

She stares down at her boyfriend, snoring softly. Yeonnie absently cards her fingers through his hair, a gentle smile on her face. She wanted to be absolutely sure that she was pregnant.

She didn’t want to disappoint Wonshik.

Yeonnie smiles as she remembers the moment of truth, precisely three weeks ago.

 “Aren’t you supposed to be calling your baby daddy?” Taekwoon asked, folding the cardboard boxes of the pregnancy tests. They were in the kitchen, Yeonnie tiptoeing to reach the box of tea on the top shelf.

“Y'know I could get that…” he trails off as he sees Yeonnie’s determination, fierce as her dyed red hair. “No, I got it,“ she replies.

With a jump and grab of faith, she plunked two teabags of sweet gingerbread tea into two floral print mugs on the counter.

"Yeah, but…what if it’s a fluke?” Yeonnie asked. She knelt down and grabbed the plastic snack bin she kept there.

When Taekwoon, Hongbin or Jaehwan was around, there had to be snacks before stories, or there would Be Consequences.

“The last thing he needs is me disappointing him, Woonie.” She holds up the plastic snack bin, forehead bumping onto the sleeve of Taekwoon’s hoodie.

Her best friend looks up and picks out a bag of cookies without any prompting. “How can you disappoint him?” he asks, pulling out two chocolate chip ones from the bag.

“The man worships the ground you walk on.”

She smiles in appreciation, but turns one of the pregnancy tests around, absently. “I just….I just don’t want to be wrong about this one.”

Taekwoon crinkled his nose and said, “What, do you want a specialist? Binnie knows a great pediatrician. He’s a kid himself.”

The redhead glanced at Taekwoon in curiosity, drinking deeply from her mug.

“Remember Dr. Han?” he asked, and Yeonnie started shaking with laughter.

“Don’t tell me this is the same doctor who caught you playing hospital.”

When Taekwoon stayed silent, Yeonnie squealed, hitting him on the arm with her free hand.

“Yah! You perverted kids! No wonder Hyogie doesn’t let you visit anymore!”

 “Hey babe, what’re you looking at?” Wonshik’s sleepy morning voice whispers. He sits up and she looks, momentarily distracted by his pecs. They were soft but firm, the perfect pillows for her head.

She sighs. How did she get so lucky?

She leans into him and he opens his arm for her, where she feels safest.

“This,” Yeonnie says, swiping one more time. It’s a photo of herself and Wonshik on vacation.

They chose to stay in an inn that time, lying chest to chest on futons, listening to the quiet sounds of crickets outside.

The overhead light was bright enough for a selca, their faces pressed tightly together in the frame.

He laughs and kisses her hair. “Yeah…that was fun. Even if the water heater broke.” It was their last vacation before Wonshik decided to seriously pursue music, and she remembered him whispering about songs and albums.

“I’ll feed you with music,” Wonshik had said in those dark and unsure days, and Yeonnie nodded and hadn’t looked back since.

He was thrilled when she believed in him, believed when even her own parents said that she could do better than a dreamer as a boyfriend.

“Let’s take a selca,” She says suddenly. “I wanna show you something.”

He gets her phone just as SNOW finishes loading and Yeonnie smiles as they pose for a selfie.

The default filter was set to 'puppy’ and Wonshik chuckled as he watched the dog’s mouth open, tongue sticking out.

He nuzzles Yeonnie’s cheek and watches the filter include one more pair of dog ears. “Cute.”

She presses her lips onto his jawline and whispers, “I have good news, baby.”

Yeonnie swipes left and is treated to a tight hug and Wonshik’s dopey smile as he looks at a selca of her with the app’s baby filter, stars surrounding her and the positive pregnancy test.

“Is it official? Oh my love, my darling–thank you!” He presses sweet kisses to every inch of her face, until Yeonnie feels like she could just melt.

They would be a family of dreamers, together.

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I reaally like your Neo stories <3 so adorable and sweet (cha-jung household XP) and of course well written I just wanted it to say thank you XD and I am super excited for more *-*

Thank you so much for this 😭😭😭💕 neo is my favorite pairing and this makes me feel like I’m writing them well.

I’ll keep working hard 💕💕 thank you so much!

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[Rabin] Find the Rhythm

A/N: With all the excuses I owed you guys something new.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Wonshik x Hongbin, mentions of Hakyeon x Taekwoon

Warnings: mild d/s, sir kink, pwp, kinky Jaehwan

Summary: He remembered writing songs about what it must be like to have sex, of slow encounters that swelled into a crescendo before melting into a deep, sweet sleep.Actually having sex was a different experience altogether.

There are days when Wonshik can't get enough of Hongbin, of the exquisite smell of his skin after he's showered to the salty-sweet musk when he comes home from the gym.

And then there are days when Wonshik can't believe his goddamn luck--that a radiant beauty such as Hongbin would ever be entranced with the likes of him.

When he unlocked the door and found Hongbin's clothes leading to his bedroom, he had no doubt that his boyfriend missed him while filming with Hakyeon.

x

He remembered writing songs about what it must be like to have sex, of slow encounters that swelled into a crescendo before melting into a deep, sweet sleep.

Actually having sex was a different experience altogether.

Having sex with Hongbin felt a little like drowning; his lungs are on fire and he's trying his best to hold on while the filthy slide of Hongbin's tongue against his skin made Wonshik's body tremble and his cock pulse.

He has no idea what to expect, but he hangs up his leather jacket and calls out loud, hoping his voice won't betray him.

"Hongbin?"

When the only reply is a breathless whine of “Sir…” Wonshik toes his boots off and runs a hand through his hair.

Fuck.

Having sex with Hongbin wasn't drowning, he decided.

It was like colliding with a goddamn hurricane.

x

When Wonshik actually sees Hongbin, he struggles to remember that their bed is expensive and so are the lace panties that Jaehwan got for Hongbin as a gag gift the summer before Wonshik downed too much tequila and landed himself a shark-toothed doe-eyed boyfriend.

Gag gift my fucking ass, Wonshik thought painfully as he tries not to fall apart at the matching bralette and lace mask that Jaehwan threw in 'for a great laugh.'

He suspected his hyung had a weird fetish for buying his band mates overly sexual gifts. 

x

“Sir...” The breathlessness accompanied the sound of the egg-shaped vibrator that Hongbin had inside of him, set to go off every half hour.

Well, at least that was what Taekwoon had said as he handed over the unassuming white box. It had been a dare from Hakyeon, and in exchange he got to watch as Hakyeon put Taekwoon's fourth octave to good use.

Had hyung line always been kinky?

He took a moment to appreciate the outline of Hongbin's cock, hard and peeking over the panties before his hands cupped Hongbin's jaw. His boyfriend leaned into his touch, the flush reaching all the way to his chest when Wonshik whispers reverently, "My beautiful boy...Sir's home."

He notices the soft glittering eye shadow and how Hongbin's nude lip gloss sparkles in the dim lighting of their bedroom and moans, mouth pressing sweet kisses into the corners of Hongbin's slick sugar lips.

"Were you waiting all this time, baby?" one of his hands idly reaches down and pushes the panties out of the way to feel Hongbin's entrance, and Wonshik shudders as he feels Hongbin's hips roll to meet his finger, whining inside Wonshik's mouth. He's wet and trembling and his hands are clinging tightly onto Wonshik's arms like he's a lifeline.

"What did you want me to do?"

"F-fuck…please fuck me Sir, please..."

He wants his master so much, and Wonshik was always weak for Hongbin anyway.

"Of course, baby. Sir loves you so much.”

Hongbin's breathless giggle as Wonshik gently pushes him back onto the bed makes the entire thing so surreal.

x

Hongbin's legs were spread so fucking wide.

Wonshik grabbed the lube from their nightstand, coating his fingers with the cool gel. Hongbin was already open because of the egg-shaped vibrator, but he didn't want to take any chances.

Two fingers slide in easily, Hongbin gasping and tightening around his fingers, toes curling as Wonshik slowly pulled the vibrator out of him.

When the vibrator starts buzzing to life midway out, Hongbin's back arches beautifully, panting as his fists curl tightly onto the sheets.

The blindfold is still on Hongbin and Wonshik relishes the long drawn-out moan of 'Sir' as the vibrator is knocked to the floor, bed dipping beneath Wonshik's weight as he haphazardly unbuttons his skinny jeans, Hongbin's cock red and straining and he is filled with the desire to just touch his boy everywhere.

Finally he peels off his jeans and his cock's becoming three inches shy of uncomfortable, wet and throbbing. Wonshik clucks his tongue when he feels his own precum staining his favorite mint green briefs.

x

Wonshik crawls on top of Hongbin, briefs and skinny jeans discarded and the feel of Hongbin's skin against his is electric. He finally understands what Taekwoon meant about his singing headache and good pains, sliding the bralette up to suck a wet path up towards Hongbin's nipples, giving a particularly hard suck when his cock slides against the lace panties, his boy's cock throbbing prettily.

One of Wonshik's hands are on Hongbin's hip, fingers deftly handling one of the pink ribbons holding the panties (holding Hongbin's cock) together. He feels the shudder that races through Hongbin's entire body and loves how Hongbin manages to whisper, "Sir..." with relief as he feels Wonshik's large hand wrap around his cock.

The pace Wonshik sets is slow, breath hot and fanning across Hongbin's face as he rips off the blindfold using his teeth.

"So beautiful..." Wonshik murmurs as he watches Hongbin slowly open his eyes, the pupils blown over with lust. "aren't you?"

Hongbin's shaky breath as he nuzzles his Sir's cheek with his own tells him everything he needs to know. When Wonshik kissed Hongbin, his boy kissed like he was dying of thirst and only Wonshik could ever satisfy him.

The last time Hongbin kissed like that was the night he tried to suck the last drop of love from Wonshik's tongue, back when he believed the only way Wonshik would kiss him was through the haze of alcohol.

Wonshik made him vulnerable in ways he wasn't prepared for, but now Hongbin tried to communicate using his body, whining lost in Wonshik's throat as he pumped his boy, thumbing the slit and spreading precum all over the head.

"Who do you belong to?" Wonshik asked, voice tight as their lips parted. For just a moment Wonshik devoted his attention elsewhere, sliding on a condom, his cock aching for Hongbin's ass.

"You, Sir...all of me..." Hongbin whispered as he fought hard not to cum.

"Damn right you are," Wonshik growled, moaning as Hongbin squeezed his cock. "Cum whenever you want, baby," he whispered against Hongbin's neck before sliding in slow, inch by inch.

Hongbin just brought out this side of him, cheeks flushed and babbling helplessly as he felt Wonshik's cock open him up further than the vibrator ever did, whining when Wonshik bottomed out. He stayed there for a moment, waiting for Hongbin to get used to him.

x

Fucking into Hongbin was exquisite, warm and soft and completely at odds with his strong physique. He couldn't get enough and in the back of his mind Wonshik wondered if this was the reason why Taekwoon rarely topped when he was with Hakyeon.

"There's...nothing like it," his hyung mentioned one day as Wonshik stared at the map of love bites that disappeared beneath Taekwoon's shirt. "watching him."

Blushing, Wonshik left before Taekwoon could recount the story of how Hakyeon sucked the letter N onto his hipbone after he spoke to another idol that held him there, jokingly.

He recalled how silly it seemed then, that Hakyeon wanted to mark Taekwoon everywhere. But then Wonshik and Hongbin got together, and Wonshik had the strangest urge to cover him with his scent--especially since filming with Gongchan was scheduled soon.

Maybe it wasn't silly at all, he decided as he thrust deeper into his lover.

Maybe.

He gradually increased the pace as he looked down at his lover, eyes shut tight and mouth slack in pleasure. Wonshik angled his thrusts slightly to the left and his heart jumped as Hongbin’s back arched. “Look at me,” Wonshik whispered. Hongbin’s eyes were half-lidded and his body was covered with a thin sheet of sweat, but goddamn he looked good.

He wanted those eyes looking at him all the time.

“Touch yourself, baby.” Wonshik says, voice tight. He’s at his limit and just wants to fuck him.

Hongbin whined but kept staring into Wonshik’s eyes as he pumped himself, and Wonshik’s pace started to become more erratic, getting closer to the edge.  

When Hongbin cums he splatters their stomachs and his own chest, and with a few more thrusts so is Wonshik, filling him up.  

“Sir loves you so much, Hongbin-ah,” Wonshik murmurs, kissing Hongbin’s temple. Still trying to catch his breath, Hongbin responds with a shaky smile and whines when Wonshik tries to pull out of him.

With all the time they weren’t touching onstage, it still surprises him whenever Hongbin clings, especially in bed. Not that he’s complaining.

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I love all of your stories they're all really good~! Whatever Rabin you have I read all of them and felt like crying it's been a while since I read really well written works of art :')

Hi there,

Thank you so much for reading my work! I’m happy you like my rabin :) I look forward to writing more of them in the future. (I’ve just been swallowed up by other pairings aaaaa)

You made my day!

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Your Demi/pan series was so good I could cry T-T

Hi there, anon!

I’m glad you liked it ^^ The demi/pan series is close to my heart. I hope to see you again soon~!

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[Neo] From Here to Eternity

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

A/N: Well, here it is. The end of the Demi/Pan series. Thank you so much to everyone who has read the series! Thank you to the people who sent me messages, you definitely aren’t alone. I’ll see you in the next fic~

Title: From Here to Eternity

Pairing: N/Leo

Rating: NC-17

Notes: Soft, sweet love (if I succeeded;;)

Sometimes it overwhelmed him, how much he loved Hakyeon. It didn’t matter where he was—as he walked through the busy streets of Japan with Hongbin, or roughhoused with Hyuk, harmonized with Jaehwan or composed songs with Wonshik—he could be doing something else and yet his thoughts would drift (always, always) to Hakyeon.

And now, as he boarded the plane that would take him back to South Korea, back to Mata Hari, Taekwoon thought about Hakyeon, fast asleep in his bed, soft locks spread out onto his pillow. Out of sheer whimsy, he took a window seat in the hopes of talking to as few people as possible; he wanted to use the plane ride for a well-deserved nap.

He had learned that it wasn’t a bad thing to rely on other people, and to open himself up (bit by bit) to them. But it was always a different experience when he was alone with Hakyeon, different when they were pressed so close to each other beneath the blankets. There was nowhere to hide when he was with Hakyeon, and for that he would always be grateful.

Ten minutes til takeoff and suddenly his phone beeps, interrupting the Trey Songz track he’d been listening to. His irritation melts when he sees that it was from Hakyeon.

“Have a safe flight. I love you, Taekwoonie.”

Taekwoon had heard those words a hundred thousand times, falling from his lover’s lips. But whether it was said in the dark or beneath the blankets, whether it was whispered into Taekwoon’s ear or he swallowed Hakyeon’s precious moans, he just couldn’t get enough. Each ‘I love you’ felt like it was being said for the very first time.

“See you at home.” He typed out, then quickly sent a follow-up chat of “I love you too.” They hadn’t been able to say goodbye in person; Hakyeon had a schedule and he had to return home. He wanted to wait for Hakyeon’s reply but the stewardess announced that they’re about to take off, and with extreme reluctance, he shut off his phone.

Taekwoon only half-listened to the stewardess as she explained about in-flight safety. He’d heard it all before. Instead, he turned his head to look outside the window.

The airport had large glass windows and from there he could see the family members and friends of the other passengers, waving goodbye. Some of them carry placards with ‘Safe Trip’ and 'I Love You.’ right before the plane turned away from the terminal, he caught a glimpse of Hakyeon, waving as he opened the glass door. Right behind him was the rest of Vixx, all waving frantically at Taekwoon. He smiled and waved back as he relaxed in his chair. His heart felt so full, and yet he felt like he could accept more, thanks to Hakyeon.

x

He missed all five of them; the four boys he recently learned to depend on and the one boy who he’d counted on from the start. Evenings in the empty dorm seemed to stretch into an uncomfortable eternity, of empty beds and the absence of a familiar warm body that curled up against his chest at night.

It was always easier for Taekwoon when work was involved, though he found himself preparing food for six rather than one, the first few days after he arrived in South Korea. So it came as a complete surprise to him when one early morning, he felt uncomfortably hot.

Warily, he opened one eye and gasped when he saw the familiar mop of dark hair, wrapped up in a gray hoodie. All the discomfort was gone; all Taekwoon wanted was to have Hakyeon as close as possible. Immediately, Taekwoon wrapped his arms around Hakyeon and breathed in his scent. He smelled like peanuts and recycled air from the plane, but beneath that it was his Hakyeon, sweet and fiery.

A few years ago, he wouldn’t even want a hug from Hakyeon, and now it seemed as much a requirement as breathing. It was comfortable and familiar, like finding a long-lost part of him.

“Hi,” Hakyeon whispered, hugging Taekwoon back. It reminded him of summer nights where Hakyeon snuck into Taekwoon’s bed. The younger pulled him closer, as if he wanted to make sure Hakyeon was really here, blood and muscle instead of dreams and desires. The older man giggled and snuggled closer into Taekwoon, his hood falling down.

“I missed you…” He breathed into Hakyeon’s hair. “I really missed you…” The older man nuzzled closer into his chest, and Taekwoon felt that beautiful smile press against his white sleep shirt. “Didn’t I tell you…I would be back? Silly Woonie…”

Hakyeon pulled away from the embrace and pressed his lips against Taekwoon’s. They relearned the shape of each other’s lips, kissing carefully and slowly. Hakyeon was wonderfully warm against him, hardness pressing onto Taekwoon’s thigh. Their soft, sweet kiss turned openmouthed and urgent and though Hakyeon gripped Taekwoon’s shirt tightly, made no move to do anything more.

From the beginning, it had always been about consent, and if Taekwoon wasn’t ready to proceed then Hakyeon wasn’t about to pull him through the rabbit hole. But when the younger man broke the kiss and breathed “Hakyeonie…I want to…feel you more.” into Hakyeon’s ear, Taekwoon found his back hitting the bed and Hakyeon straddling his lap. “I…want you. So, so much. Are you sure?”

His only reply was to kiss Hakyeon fiercely, long and slow and deep. One of Hakyeon’s fingers found his own, intertwining, and when Taekwoon felt Hakyeon’s tears on his face, felt Hakyeon’s heartbeat mirroring his own–he had no doubt that this was what he wanted.

He wanted Hakyeon, to feel him as close as possible, in every single way.

x

It was a completely new sensation, to have Hakyeon’s heavy gaze on him like this. Hakyeon explored every inch and crevice of Taekwoon, aligning their hips in a way that made it hard for him to breathe.

Taekwoon gave a soft, needy whine and started to pull at Hakyeon’s hoodie. The other man smiled and allowed Taekwoon to take it off of him, including the shirt underneath. “I love you,” Hakyeon whispered as he took off Taekwoon’s shirt in turn, both of them moaning as their bare chests pressed together. All of these sensations were overwhelming, charged with emotion.

It was done carefully, with Hakyeon looking closely at all of Taekwoon’s reactions. After months of wanting to feel Taekwoon skin to skin, the actual thing made him feel lightheaded, almost drunk.

Hakyeon sighed as he pulled away to remove his jeans, with Taekwoon’s hands resting on his hips, gentle and fond.

Why had he begged everyone to grip his hips so hard? Taekwoon’s hands were gentle on his hips, looking up into his eyes like he was the only one who mattered.

It was almost too much to bear. Hakyeon wasn’t new to sex but with every piece of clothing that was discarded, he felt more vulnerable than he ever had before.

Taekwoon pulled him down for kisses, soft wet and open-mouthed. It seemed a lot more intimate, but very good. Taekwoon moaned as Hakyeon touched him everywhere, movements light and gentle. He squirmed as Hakyeon pressed open-mouthed kisses down his chest. He lightly licked a wet path along his ribs, and he was headed even lower.

“Hakyeon…” Taekwoon’s breathy voice called to him like a siren song, and as much as he wanted to finish up–

“Ssh baby…” Hakyeon went back and kissed Taekwoon, lightly squeezing the obvious bulge in his briefs. He kissed his way downwards, until he gently spread Taekwoon’s trembling legs.

“Is this okay?” Hakyeon asked as he looked into Taekwoon’s hooded eyes. Taekwoon heaved a shaky breath and smiled. “Yes…please…Hakyeon…”

“Okay, baby. Lift your hips.” Carefully, Hakyeon slid Taekwoon’s briefs down, finally exposing his hard, weeping cock. Hakyeon lightly pressed his lips to the tip and licked off the excess precum, eyes hazy. Taekwoon thought he looked utterly, painfully beautiful.

“I’ll be right back.” Hakyeon pressed a lingering kiss onto Taekwoon’s inner thigh before he rummaged through his side table for lube and a condom.

Hakyeon grabbed the lube bottle and packet and returned. He covered his fingers generously with lube and groaned softly as he felt Taekwoon’s tight walls. Hakyeon stroked Taekwoon’s cock with his other hand, the younger man’s breathless voice coming out in short pants. He wanted to hear that breathy voice say his name, over and over again.

“Relax for me, darling…” Hakyeon whispered as he pressed a tender kiss to Taekwoon’s knee. He stretched Taekwoon gradually, another finger sliding beside the first. Hakyeon alternated between thrusting his fingers in and out and spreading them. Taekwoon moaned when Hakyeon curled his fingers inside him just so.

Hakyeon knew he found Taekwoon’s prostate when the other turned his head to the side, hands clutching desperately at the sheets. Sweat began to drip from Taekwoon’s body onto the bed as he bucked his hips, trying to get Hakyeon’s fingers in deeper, to feel him better. Taekwoon gave a low whine when Hakyeon held his hip, stilling his movements.

“Please…please..Hakyeon…I can’t anymore..please…”

Fuck, Woonie. Why do you make begging sound so hot?

When Hakyeon’s fingers slid out of his hole, Taekwoon propped himself up by his elbows just in time to see his lover slick up his own cock before sliding in the condom. It terrified and exhilarated him at the same time; to be this close to Hakyeon.

“Still okay, baby?” Hakyeon asked. Taekwoon saw his eyes; they were blown with lust but he was still holding back a little, just to check if everything was all right. “Y-yes.” He lay back down when Hakyeon began to spread his thighs a little bit more, his erection pressing against Taekwoon’s entrance. “Ah…” Slowly, Hakyeon began to push inside Taekwoon’s tight heat. The feeling of Taekwoon’s walls massaging his cock was too hot, and too good.

When he bottomed out, Hakyeon stilled for a few moments, trying to catch his breath, trying to stop himself from cumming inside much too soon.

“Ha-Hakyeon…” Taekwoon’s voice whispered, breathless and laced with want. “You’re so tight…” Hakyeon whispered back. He wanted to allow Taekwoon time to adjust to him.

When he felt Taekwoon relax, he carefully pulled nearly all the way out and pushed back in again, making the other gasp beneath him. Taekwoon’s forehead was beading with sweat, his hands tightly grasping onto the sheets. Hakyeon started a slow, steady pace, his thrusts deep. It felt so warm inside of Taekwoon, and in this moment it seemed like more than their bodies were intertwined. Deep in his heart, Hakyeon wanted to apologize for all the moments he disappeared in the dorms.

But now, the best he could do was to make up for it—and to love Taekwoon as much as the other loved him back. In between thrusts, Taekwoon’s breathy voice whispered “I love you,” reverently, as if it were a prayer. Hakyeon didn’t think it was possible to fall even harder, but he did. Full of emotion, he leaned forward, still connected to Taekwoon and kissed him, sweet and filthy, swallowing Taekwoon’s needy moans. “I love you so much,” Hakyeon whispered against Taekwoon’s lips.

In reply, Taekwoon threw his arms around Hakyeon. “I’m sure…I only want you. For the rest of my life, possibly. I want to make you happy.”

Choking back a sob, Hakyeon replied, “You do make me happy. Happiest in the world.” He pulled out of the loose embrace and started to pick up the pace, everything he wanted to say compressed into his thrusts. His hands gripped Taekwoon’s thighs so hard that there would be bruises tomorrow—but Taekwoon wasn’t really complaining. He just kept moaning and thrashing his head from side to side; and that was how Hakyeon knew he was hitting Taekwoon’s prostate.

In between them, Taekwoon’s cock was hard, angry red and begging to be sated.

“Woon…Woonie…” Hakyeon said, and Taekwoon lifted his head to look at Hakyeon. “Touch yourself.”

With a shaky hand, Taekwoon stroked himself in time to Hakyeon’s thrusts, throwing his head back in pleasure when Hakyeon gave a particularly hard thrust that sent sparks coursing through his veins. He came with a quiet whine, cum splattering his stomach and chest. Taekwoon gripped Hakyeon’s cock like a vice and Hakyeon shouted Taekwoon’s name was he slammed into him, his entire body trembling from the force of his orgasm.

Spent and very sated, Hakyeon pulled out of Taekwoon, tied up the condom and threw it into the waste bin. Afterwards, he got a damp face towel and cleaned up the remnants of cum from Taekwoon’s stomach and chest. Only then did he allow himself to slump onto Taekwoon’s chest.

“How was it?” Hakyeon asked as one of his hands reached out to grasp Taekwoon’s, fingers intertwined.

“Good…” Taekwoon whispered. “Warm…” He pressed his lips against Hakyeon’s, and said softly, “Thank you.” The darkness of the early morning was already breaking out into a soft blue, and lying down against Hakyeon’s body like this soothed Taekwoon’s normally chaotic heart.

As long as he could, he wanted to make Hakyeon happy, as much as possible.

“No…” Hakyeon said, leaning his head onto Taekwoon’s chest. “…thank you for loving me.” Taekwoon rolled his eyes at that. He would always love Hakyeon, and now he was happy that love was returned.

He had no doubt that no matter where, or when in the world they were—he would always find Hakyeon; his heart’s friend and his other half.

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Drabble; Playboy Bunny AU

A/N: This is foreplay writing practice more than anything. It isn’t on @moecchiato because I don’t know how this is going to go. Haha. 

Rating: PG-13 for foreplay practice

Pair: Rabin | mentions of Neo, Hyuken. Eventual ot6 someday

Warnings: d/s mention, spanking

Summary: Playboy Bunnies play with each other when they aren’t pleasing their clients.

Note: This is mostly under the influence of the Playboy Bunny Anon, my own perverse thoughts and @lerrryyyyy + @softhakyeons. :)) The PB AU was developed by myself and Lery, but we’ll be doing our own things with it. :’D I’ll expand on this…someday because I promised myself I would finish my wips…

Keep reading

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in case you were wondering, Naughty Bunnies has the mentions of Playboy Bunnies. It was born out of this drabble I made a long time ago, and the AU was developed by myself and a friend.

reblogged from my personal blog because...uh...if you were just curious, I guess. ;;w;;

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[Rabin, a/b/o] Angel

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | ?

A/N: Hey guys! So here’s the overdue chapter for Rabin. A lot of easter eggs in this chapter, I hope you enjoy!

Pair: Rabin

Rating: NC-17 (for blowjobs but you can skip that if you like)

Summary: “Do you believe in happiness?” Kim Wonshik asked Lee Hongbin, two years ago in a bar. They were both high school seniors, having a bit of fun while waiting for their acceptance letters. 

Hongbin laughed bitterly and knocked back a shot. “I’m a beta. There’s no such thing for someone like me.”

“Do you believe in happiness?” Kim Wonshik asked Lee Hongbin, two years ago in a bar. They were both high school seniors, having a bit of fun while waiting for their acceptance letters.

If angels could look sulky, they would look a lot like this one. Wonshik thought as he looked at the other boy’s reaction. Hongbin laughed bitterly and knocked back a shot. “I’m a beta. There’s no such thing for someone like me.”

“Ah…that’s not true.” The tequila made him feel brave enough to press forwards and kiss Hongbin, the taste of him far more intoxicating than the alcohol. “You don’t even know my name,” the other had said, his big brown eyes surprised as he pulled away.

“Does it matter?” He felt like a jackass—of course it was important, names mattered, but he was a high school senior tasting alcohol for the first time, and in front of a super hot boy. Frankly, there were few things that mattered to him right now.

And gauging from the other boy’s reaction, he felt the same way. The bartender pushed one more shot in front of them. “Hey—can I borrow your hand?” Wonshik’s cheeks were red, and he allowed the other boy to take his hand. Wonshik chuckled. The fingers that held his hand were small and delicate, but strong.

Hongbin still couldn’t believe he was doing this.

“I never knew angels took shots.” Hongbin chuckled as he poured salt onto the back of Wonshik’s hand.

“You’re drunk, so I’ll let that slide.”

“What’re you…?” The other boy asked, and Hongbin smirked. “I need a chaser for this one.”

Grabbing the shot glass, he drank the tequila and licked the salt off of Wonshik’s hand, feeling lightheaded. The gaze that the other boy gave him was downright predatory, and it filled Hongbin with more warmth than the alcohol did.

Maybe this is the closest I’ll ever get to being drunk. Hongbin thought as he smiled, showing off his dimples.

“Goddamn. I’m Wonshik.” As the last syllable rolled off of his tongue, Hongbin knew what he wanted, immediately. The name was unfamiliar but he was in front of a hot boy who wanted him—and rarely did Hongbin ever say no to someone like that.

The next thing he knew, his body was being pressed up against a brick wall in an alleyway outside the bar. Hongbin’s zipper was pulled down and before he knew what was happening, a warm soft hand was inside, pushing at his briefs. It was uncoordinated and clumsy but still the hottest thing Hongbin had ever seen.

Hongbin bit out a moan when he felt Wonshik kneel down in front of him and pull his pants and underwear down, just enough so that his cock was exposed to the cold. The beta’s hands were in Wonshik’s soft hair and Hongbin whispered “You’re so fucking hot, baby.” He struggled not to come as he felt Wonshik take him in, his mouth wet and warm.

“Is this okay?” Hongbin asked, pulling out of Wonshik’s mouth before pushing back in, a bit further this time. His knees wanted to buckle when he felt his cock hit the back of Wonshik’s throat.

Hongbin felt enthusiastic suckling as Wonshik moaned around his cock in reply, holding onto his thighs for dear life. If his mouth wasn’t full of Hongbin’s cock, he might have said “Yes, fuck, don’t stop.” He was struggling to keep from coming, but Wonshik’s mouth was making it hard to concentrate—and his hips started to move all by themselves, thrusting in and out of the slick, wet heat. At one point, he felt Wonshik’s mouth go slack as he knelt and took it.

“Fuck,” Hongbin hissed as he felt Wonshik’s teeth graze the underside of his cock, and he was spilling deep inside of him, holding onto the other boy’s hair.

It was amazing, and one of the few times in his life where Hongbin actually felt like he was in control.

+

Wonshik stumbled out of the bar and back into his dorm room around 2:00am. His mouth felt dry as cotton and his knees ached. To top it all off, the last thing he remembered was of a brown-eyed angel stroking his cheek and calling him a good boy.

Out of all the quickies he’s ever had, that one definitely took the cake. Jaehwan had been right—getting smashed was the perfect way to celebrate actually getting into university. Soon, he’d be in the same campus as his dormmate.

The only thing he remembered about the night at the bar was that he’d kissed and given an angel a blowjob. That was how things went, he guessed. People got drunk at bars and did stuff and never saw each other again. He could live with that.

Fate, however had another surprise in store for him.

Kim Wonshik never expected to see the same angel walk straight into his Algebra 101 class, 15 minutes late.

“Angel?” Wonshik asked. At first, he thought he’d gotten the wrong person, but the boy—Lee Hongbin, according to their professor’s roll call—looked at him and there was no mistaking it; even while he was drunk those soft brown eyes were still perfectly beautiful.

Even more so now that he was sober.

I…sucked his dick outside a bar and I never thought I’d see him again, but shit. He’s still beautiful. Wonshik’s mind was spinning and the air felt a bit too thin. He decided that he wouldn’t mind introducing himself a second time…if his classmate even remembered him. Hongbin’s face turned a slight shade of pink as he smiled, dimples on show. Definitely the same guy he knocked back shots with at the bar.

“H-hey, Wonshik…I have another class, so…I’ll see you tomorrow…” He ducked and walked away before Wonshik could even react.

Hongbin sucked in a breath of air as he walked (ran, really) away from Wonshik’s view. He needed to get to his next class and he really didn’t want to be late again. He’d finally been accepted to his dream university, only to wake up late.

Seeing the same guy who sucked him off at a bar though, that was the last thing on his mind. Even if he was a beta, Lee Hongbin was the type of guy who had no problem getting an invite or ten to bars from all over their city. He’d grabbed Gongchan and walked straight into a bar that had a very hot guy performing onstage. And while Hongbin had a great grip on himself and his alcohol tolerance, there was something about the guy, stage name Ravi, performing that made him want a lot more—enough to allow Wonshik to blow him in an alleyway.

Hakyeon was so going super-diva omega on his ass for that one.

+

No matter how busy Hakyeon was, he always made time to meet up with Hongbin once a week. Over time, they’d scheduled it as weekly brunch sessions. In Hongbin’s opinion, they seemed like weekly bitch sessions. Whenever they met up, they talked about things that annoyed them at home, or people that made their lives just a little bit harder.

It was just the thing they both needed to stay sane. As much as Hongbin loved his family, they were always going on about how disappointed they were about his beta results—the prime reason he wanted to get away from his family and attend university in the city.

Hakyeon, on the other hand had worries of his own. He talked about the beta/omega complex, and how he wished that he didn’t have to be so fearful (or depend on Jaehwan all the time.) This meeting wasn’t any different. Except today, Hakyeon’s gaze was more like a disapproving mother rather than the friend Hongbin’s known since he was little.

“Hyung, I was with Gongchan...” Hongbin stopped talking when Hakyeon gave him a death glare, violently slicing a bite of his cake. Somehow the knife didn’t hit the plate, which for Hongbin was a small mercy. “Gongchan? You should have taken more people with you!”

There were days when Hongbin liked Hakyeon being overprotective, but sometimes it was a little stifling. He’d had enough of it back home—which was exactly why he was happy enough to get into his current university.

“Most people were too drunk to do much…and besides, I’m not an omega, why are you so—“ The younger snapped his mouth shut and twirled his straw. That was a sensitive topic. “…regardless of your genetic makeup, Binnie. You and Gongchan could have been seriously hurt. What if an axe murderer jumped out at you two on your way home from the bar, or something?”

Hongbin had snorted into his fruit parfait. “Really? Axe murderers?” Hakyeon nodded sagely. “According to Jaehwannie they’re a real thing.” The younger chuckled at that and said quickly, “But hey—are you sure that it was Wonshik? Jaehwan-hyung’s dormmate, I mean?”

Hakyeon raised an eyebrow and replied, “Yes, I know it’s Wonshik—who else would call me at 4am interrupting my beauty sleep?”

The beta cocked his head to one side. “Wonshik called you?” the elder shook his head and pinched his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “No, no. Jaehwannie called me and told me a story about his slurring dormmate about an angel he met at the bar. And as far as I know, Wonshik’s his only dormmate.”

Despite himself, Hongbin felt a wave of embarrassment rush through him, and it pulled him in deep. If Wonshik was able to tell Jaehwan about an angel, then that could only mean…

“Oh…I see. So he remembered…?”

When Hakyeon gave him a puzzled look, Hongbin breathed a sigh of relief. “N-nothing, hyung…you know what happens when people get drunk.”

The older speared some cake onto his fork and chewed thoughtfully. “Something you want to tell me?”

Shit.

Hongbin blinked, his big brown eyes widening. “W-why would you ask, hyung?”

Hakyeon shrugged. “You seem awfully interested in Wonshikkie.”

“Eh? Me? Interested? No way, it’s just, you know what happens when people get…drunk…at a bar…” Hongbin said, trailing off and taking a long sip of his drink.

The elder chewed on another bite of cake while grabbing his phone. “It’s not like it was y…oh holy shit was it you?”

The beta refused to meet his eyes, which only made Hakyeon’s smile grow wider. “But you don’t get drunk…o-oh! Did Wonshikkie do anything you didn’t like?”

Hongbin choked on his green tea latte and shook his head. “No he didn’t but—but hyung we just met, and…I didn’t want him to think I let…” he trailed off when the older gazed at him pointedly. He got the point.

That was why he was always by Hakyeon’s side whenever Jaehwan couldn’t, after all.

After taking Hakyeon to the beta/omega apartment complex, Hongbin started the long walk back to his own home, taking in everything that had been discussed that day.

Kim Wonshik—the famed tough guy who composed his own raps and took them to clubs—was his classmate. And Wonshik remembered him. He whipped out his phone and wrote “to-do later: strangle Gongchan.”

Gongchan swore that with Wonshik’s infamous ‘track record,’ he wouldn’t remember if Hongbin talked to him or not. He wasn’t drunk that night—not by a long shot—but he knew the underground rapper was. That was the main reason he’d been able to kiss a beta, right?

And now it turned out that Wonshik remembered everything.

Did fate hate him or something?

+

When Hongbin checked his class schedule at the end of the day, he wanted the ground to swallow him up. He was in at least three of Wonshik’s general classes.

Fate definitely hated him.

“What’s the problem?” Jaehwan asked over their shared Art Appreciation class. They were partners in a presentation and had been given the rest of the period to divide up work between them. “So he just happens to be the same guy who gave you a blowjob…while he was drunk…and he remembers you…it could have been worse—unless he did a bad job. Did he do a bad j—wait no never mind I don’t want to know!“

Hongbin shushed him, cheeks flushed a hot pink. “Times like this I wish you took this class ahead of me, hyung!”

Jaehwan leaned across his table over towards Hongbin’s and grabbed his dongsaeng’s hands, softer and daintier than Hakyeon’s—and as long as his hyung wasn’t in the room, he could freely admit that without getting killed.

“But was he good?”

Hongbin huffed. “I’m sure he’d be better if he wasn’t drunk.”

Jaehwan grinned. “So he was good! You’re such a tsunder—OW!” Hongbin’s leg happened to nudge the omega’s chair. Slightly. So that it gently swayed out of balance.

Man, he was even more tsundere than Misaki-chan.

“I am so making you watch Maid-sama after this project,” he replied, straightening his chair. Hongbin was momentarily appeased, and his smile came out again. “That sounds like fun. I haven’t been able to find anything I was into after your last recommendation.”

With that particular friendship hurdle crossed, Jaehwan grabbed another piece of paper and they divided the work equally.

+

Later on, Hongbin realized he should have offered to do the entire project by himself. The microwave beeped, and Hongbin was really looking forward to grabbing a snack before watching the latest episode of “Sassy Moorim Boy.” He grabbed a bowl for the popcorn when suddenly, his phone beeped.

“You’re lucky I haven’t gotten the popcorn…” he muttered, checking the message.

Raverman: uhm…is this Hongbin?

He blinked. He was used to people randomly messaging him on KKT, but none of them were this polite. Maybe it was one of his classmates. Feeling a bit more relaxed at the thought, he started to reply while getting the popcorn out of the microwave.

Park Hyobean: new phone, who this?

Park Hyobean: Yeah, this is Hongbin. Sup?

Raverman: Oh! Ah…would you want to go out for coffee sometime?

Park Hyobean: I…don’t drink coffee

Raverman: Uhm that’s cool we can just get an iced tea or something…so…do you wanna go?

Park Hyobean: Sure, where do you wanna meet up?

Raverman: After class…

Park Hyobean: Sure, can’t wait.

Five minutes later, Hongbin stared at the conversation and murmured to himself, “…I have no idea who that was.” He shrugged and checked his phone’s calendar, just to make sure he had no other conflicting obligations during that time.

Ah, shit. Supposed to meet up with Hakyeon-hyung to go shopping. He sent a quick message to Hakyeon informing him of a little change in schedule before he tossed his phone onto the couch. He had a few minutes left to go before Sassy Moorim Boy started.

He transferred the popcorn into a bowl, placing it on the counter and grabbed a can of soda from the fridge. He grabbed the bowl and sat on the couch, the TV already turned on. To pass the time, he scrolled through his Twitter account to check if anyone had started live-tweeting the latest episode.

Or to check if his followers wanted the episode to be live-tweeted; he’d gotten quite a few complaints from his overseas followers last week. “As if I was just going to sit by while Ahn Chiang’s character was tortured…” Hongbin muttered to himself. The show was supposed to be great—if only the writers could get out of their angst camp for a little bit.

He’d barely gone through the first few tweets when a message popped up on his KKT.

Divayeon: What do you mean you accepted someone else’s invite ON OUR WEEKLY BRUNCH DAY? (ง’̀-‘́)ง

Park Hyobean: Uh..Raverman wanted to get me iced tea. I was thinking of grabbing it and then going to our brunch, hyung… (ಥ﹏ಥ) (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Divayeon: Oh, okay. Tell Wonshik I want a triple-chocolate muffin, thanks!

Park Hyobean: ….what

Divayeon: Too little? Yeah…maybe add some beef to that since he just asked my precious dongsaeng out…

Park Hyobean: HYUNG!

Divayeon: What?

Park Hyobean: …Okay, I’ll ask him. I’ll talk to you later, the OP’s playing already.

Divayeon: Okay, okay. Have fun! ^^

As the theme song began to play, Hongbin wondered if it was too late to ask for an immediate transfer to another school. But in the end, he sighed and prepared himself for another school day, and to meet Raverman, Hongbin’s favorite underground rapper.

For iced tea.

Currently, he watched as Chiang finally managed to get his mother away from his father. “He’s not going to change, don’t go back to him.” Later on, the scene switched to Ahn Chiang being ostracized in school because it took awhile for him to warm up to people.

“Totally valid, and where’s Ye-Ji? …great. She’s shopping.” Hongbin gulped down his fruit soda as he watched Ye-Ji buy yet another bag for Chiang. “He’s just going to give it to his mom…”

He really hoped that the situation would look up for Ahn Chiang—it seemed like all the writers ever wanted to do was hurt him, or just match him up in situations that made no sense.

As Hongbin ate his snack and enjoyed the episode in peace, he wondered if he could just save himself the trouble of meeting up with Wonshik—he’d even do Jaehwan’s half of the project, if it came to that.

But somehow, just as he watched Ahn Chiang narrowly dodge a punch from Wang Tae-Pyung, he had a feeling that Jaehwan wouldn’t want to miss a second of it.

+

All in all, it wasn’t the worst date Hongbin ever had. They had decided to visit a dog café, where a very happy Jaehwan had showed them into the puppy pen as they waited for their food.

“You know Jaehwan-hyung?” Hongbin asked, as he cuddled a pretty little poodle. “Yeah, we’re in the same dorm.” Wonshik was currently scratching a black pug’s stomach and the other boy had to admit, it was pretty cute. “So what did you do last night?”

Hongbin shrugged. “Ah…watched TV. There’s this show I keep up with—you know Sassy Moorim Boy?” The alpha nodded, smiling. “Kinda wish that Chiang wouldn’t bother with Ye-Ji so much…” At that, Hongbin looked up from the toy poodle and said “I’m just waiting for the entire sword fight, you know? There’s no way they’d include it in the teaser if it wasn’t going to be in the show!”

“Oh I saw those,” Wonshik said as he let the little pug wriggle out of his hands and walk towards the dog house. “Ahn and Wang Tae-pyung were gonna fight, right? For Ye-ji?” Hongbin nodded, his lips settling into a pout. “Yeah, but all Chiang got was injustice.”

Hongbin and Wonshik ended up sitting in a corner, surrounded by puppies as they chatted about the TV show, hardly noticing when Jaehwan tapped them on the shoulder, informing them that their table was ready.

+

Taekwoon closed his eyes and pinched his nose bridge. “…Okay, so you two hooked up and that’s how you got together? And what does Sassy Moorim Boy have to do with it?”

Hongbin’s spoon clattered into his empty ice cream bowl. “Absolutely everything, hyung!”

Wonshik placed a hand on Hongbin’s shoulder, keeping him from standing up. “What we’re trying to say is…well, I asked Hongbin out and we just found something to talk about.”

Taekwoon thought about it for a long while. “Okay. I’ll try. Wish me luck.”

How hard could planning a date be?

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aaaaaa the naughty bunnies fic,,,, i saw your notifications for the story, and first thing i did after waking up was read it hehe i'm definitely more awake now~ oh, i found it really interesting that taekwoon has his side jobs, will you elaborate more on that? :0 i'm so excited to read more of your playboy au!! i also saw your burning, yearning, dying collab fic wowow it looks really promising :0 -pbb anon

It isn’t just Taekwoon who has a side job, they all do ^^ and yes, it’ll definitely be a part of the AU. 

B,Y,D is one of my favorites to write, I’m glad it’s being received well to be honest. 

And thank you for reading ;w;

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[Leobin] Naughty Bunnies

A/N: Just a bite of things to come. Part of my Playboy Bunny verse.

Pairing: Neobin; Leobin

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: uhh...d/s themes

Under the cut for nsfw!

Before they were six, initially it had only been Hakyeon, Taekwoon and Hongbin in the mansion. Before Wonshik was recruited, Hakyeon had explained to Hongbin that while Taekwoon was his particular favorite (it was only Taekwoon who didn't have a separate room; he shared one with Hakyeon) neither of them had a problem if Hongbin wanted to join.

"...are you saying we'd be fuck buddies?" Hongbin had asked as he watched Taekwoon sit at Hakyeon's feet at breakfast time, licking the jam off of Hakyeon's fingers. Taekwoon had his black bunny ears on, that wasn't unusual. But the black collar on his neck meant that he was Hakyeon's pet, and it stayed on when he didn't have a client.

"No," Hakyeon said softly as he buttered a bit of toast and fed it to Taekwoon. Hongbin had to swallow--watching the way Taekwoon's tongue gently cleaned the crumbs off of Hakyeon's fingers was giving him a hard on."You'd be our lover."

The younger boy blinked and looked at Taekwoon. "Like that?"

Hakyeon replied, "if you want it that way, we can. But what I want is a playmate for Taekwoon." When Hakyeon's fingers were clean, he leaned down and kissed Taekwoon thoroughly before smiling at him. "You're such a good boy." Seeing such an intimate display made him want the same thing.

Hongbin was filled with the desire to be the one sitting at Taekwoon's feet, suckling jam and bites of food from Taekwoon's long, strong fingers.

As Playboy Master Bunny, there were times when Hakyeon had to leave the mansion. When he was younger, when Hakyeon had helped Taekwoon escape, he had been called The Shadow. It was a well-deserved nickname, Hongbin thought as he watched Taekwoon lick Hakyeon's fingers, dripping with milk. Taekwoon was often given stealth missions when they weren't entertaining clients in the mansion.

One minute Hongbin would be alone in the kitchen, pouring himself a bowl of cereal. Even before he finished pouring, Taekwoon would be there, holding the carton of milk. “Where’d you come from?” Hongbin had asked, and Taekwoon would shrug. “I happened to stop by.”

Sometimes he thought that Taekwoon could have been a vampire, or a ghost—with how quietly he seemed to move, all the time. But he had to admit, it was nice to have somebody who could assist him during the most random moments.

And whenever Hakyeon left, Taekwoon would be on edge, waiting for him to return. And it was always during these times that he would choose to sleep in Hongbin's room.

+

"Hongbinnie, I'm leaving~" and it didn't matter what Hongbin would be doing at the moment; he could be washing the dishes, playing video games or working on his pole dancing technique. But he would drop everything and run towards the sound of Hakyeon's voice.

It wasn't an order, but Hongbin sincerely loved the Playboy Master Bunny's legendary goodbyes.

Today he grabbed a towel from the exercise rack and ran to the front door, just in time to see Hakyeon pin Taekwoon to the wall, sucking at his neck while a hand dipped into the waistband of Taekwoon's jeans. Hakyeon's eyes strayed away from Taekwoon's flushed and panting face when he heard Hongbin's footsteps on the carpeted floor.

He watched, hopelessly turned on as he saw Taekwoon rolling his hips against Hakyeon's. "Hyung..."

"Take care of my baby," Hakyeon whispered, giving Taekwoon's neck one last lingering suck. "I'll be back in a few days, with Intel."

Hakyeon's fingers slid out of Taekwoon's pants, drawing out a long, needy whine from the younger man. "Ssh, darling...Hongbinnie will take care of you." Hakyeon pressed sweet kisses all over Taekwoon's face before finally pulling away from him, and walking out the door.

When Hongbin double-locked the front door, Taekwoon hugged him from behind, his front pressed firmly to Hongbin's back. "You smell nice..." He smelled like a mixture of musk and green tea. Hongbin bit back a moan as he felt Taekwoon's tongue lap up stray droplets of water, pungent with his arousal.

"Kitten...kitten..." Taekwoon had Hongbin pinned against the door, his erection pressing against Hongbin's back. The elder was trembling; Hakyeon had him worked up already.

"Yes, master?" Taekwoon purred, kissing the tip of his ear. Hongbin still couldn't figure out how Hakyeon could easily turn Taekwoon into a boneless mess. "Bedroom..."

Taekwoon held onto Hongbin's arm as they walked, making their way to the Pink Bunny Room.

+

"Nnnh," Taekwoon wriggled as he sat in between Hongbin's legs, spread wide to accommodate him. Hongbin had his fingers in Taekwoon's hair, the other mouthing at his crotch, teeth reaching for the hard zipper of his jeans.

"Yes, good...go on, kitten." He slowly pulled down Hongbin's zipper with his teeth, the younger helpfully lifting his hips. Taekwoon pulled Hongbin's jeans down, along with his underwear.

+

"Don't use your hands." Even without Hakyeon's physical presence, his rules were still clearly embedded into their souls. Taekwoon's mouth was wet and hot, and Hongbin found it difficult not to thrust up into that smooth, hot suction.

Hongbin really wanted was for Taekwoon to spread him open and to fuck him so hard his entire religion would revolve around how loudly he could scream Taekwoon's name--but they weren't allowed to.

Hakyeon wanted to be there when Taekwoon did it; wanted to see for himself how sinful his two younger bunnies could get.

The thought of it made Hongbin push Taekwoon's head down further than normal, made the elder almost-choke around Hongbin's girth. He did enjoy the rough treatment however, as he moaned around Hongbin's cock, suckling eagerly.

He knew he made a big mistake when Hongbin looked down at Taekwoon and saw his teary eyes and messy hair, sweat pooling in his collarbones and sliding down onto his naked thighs.

"Hyung...hyung. I can't anymore...please...please fuck me."

He'd deal with Hakyeon and the bunny tail plug punishment when he came back. There was just something about seeing Taekwoon's eyes so vulnerable and innocent…it sparked something deep inside Hongbin. He wanted to be beneath him, trembling in pleasure.

But Taekwoon just smiled at him and said, in a soft loving voice--

"No, Hongbinnie." They both knew that Hakyeon expressly wanted to be there when Taekwoon took Hongbin for the first time. But that was another thing that shook Hongbin to the core. How long could his hyung be obedient towards his other lover?

With that, Hongbin groaned in frustration, his fingers tangled deep in Taekwoon’s hair. "Stop following what hyung wants for one night…and make me come.”

When Hongbin saw the glint in Taekwoon’s eyes, they were blown black and shiny, his decision clear even before Taekwoon moved forwards, pushing Hongbin towards the bed.

+

When Hakyeon unlocked the door, he certainly wasn't expecting to hear the headboard banging against the wall, or the strangled sounds of "Taekwoon-hyung" echoing through the house.

Hongbin's legs were wrapped around Taekwoon's waist, long fingers pressing deep into Hongbin's hips as he was fucked into the mattress.

With one last shout of Taekwoon's name, Hongbin came, splattering his stomach and face. Taekwoon fucked him through it, with long deep thrusts until he was coming too, stilling on top of Hongbin, their foreheads pressed together. "Are you okay?" Taekwoon whispered, and Hongbin giggled, licking off the sweat hanging from Taekwoon's jaw.

"I'm fantastic."

But when Taekwoon heard a familiar voice behind him, Hongbin had never seen him so tense. Taekwoon slid out of Hongbin in one smooth stroke and he ducked beneath the covers.

"I'm home, my naughty bunnies. And I brought a playmate.

Well...he was. Might keep him to myself for a bit." Hakyeon's voice was smooth and calm, but his eyes were dark and fiery.

Taekwoon's cheeks were a deep red, and he wanted to cry. The new playmate was gorgeous, his gray bunny ears peeking out from his silver hair. In true Hakyeon fashion, he’d tended to the new bunny’s makeup and his eyes were striking; a perfect balance of slightly droopy and yet awake. It gave him a friendly look that was contrasted with his eyeliner.

But what made Taekwoon’s heart beat a little faster, what got him truly frightened was that the new bunny was wearing a pale pink ribbon on his neck…and the end of it was in Hakyeon’s hand.

“He was supposed to be for you,” Hakyeon said, looking into Hongbin’s eyes. “but since you enjoy being with your hyung—I’ll keep him for awhile longer.” The eldest bunny looked at the newcomer and said softly, “Well, seems like this is a good opportunity. I’ll show you how I punish my naughty, naughty bunnies.”

Hongbin didn’t doubt for one moment that whatever it was—Hakyeon would be sure to drive his point home.

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[Wontaek] Long Distance

A/N: Thanks to @queensinnamon for the editing (especially when I’m too sleepy to function), all my beta readers, and the anon who requested this prompt :)

Pair: Leo x Ravi

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Phone sex, kinky selcas, the word ‘fuck’ gets used a lot here.

Under the cut for nsfw!

"Babe, what are you wearing?“ Taekwoon’s voice sounded breathless through the speaker, and Wonshik laughed, drawing the curtains of his (their) bedroom. 

“Promise not to laugh?” He asked, plugging in the electronic fireplace. The room would still become warm, but without the added fire hazard of real logs.

“Like we could get any?” Taekwoon’s voice rang in Wonshik’s mind, remembering. “We live in the city.” The younger man had just smiled and whispered, “Okay, let’s pretend it’s a real fireplace,” and he could have sworn Wonshik heard the soft crackling as Taekwoon pushed himself in.

His legs were still in his distressed jeans but he swiftly unbuckled his belt and tore them off, leaving Wonshik in a soft gray hoodie and black Calvin Klein briefs, the outline of his cock evident already.

Long-distance relationship or not, he lived for these little intimate nights with Taekwoon. Neither of them liked this arrangement, but they made do. “I promise. What are you wearing?” Taekwoon asked again, a little louder now. “The hoodie you sent me…” He said, throwing himself onto the bed with a soft thwump. “T-that’s it?”

“Mm…and your favorite briefs?” Wonshik couldn’t help groaning a little as he spread his legs, palming himself through the soft material. He heard Taekwoon give a broken little moan and he asked, “what about you?”

“Sweater…it’s the one you picked out for me…t-the last time I…ah…” He trailed off, giving a soft little whine. “Nn…and p-p…” He gave an embarrassed sound.

“Baby,” Wonshik said soothingly as he pulled his briefs off of his body and tossed them onto the floor. “You can do it…a sweater and…?”

Wonshik heard the shutter of a camera and Taekwoon saying, “…these…” before his cell phone buzzed, on the nightstand next to the speakerphone.

“Mm? What do you wanna show me, baby?” Wonshik opened the picture and moaned out loud as his hand grasped his cock, hard and flushed.

Taekwoon had taken a selca. He was, indeed wearing a soft cream-colored sweater; Wonshik had chosen it after he noticed that it would stretch over his boyfriend’s body deliciously. He could see the hem of it. But what really caught his attention was the sight of Taekwoon’s bulge stretching a pair of white panties.

“Oh god babe, don’t make me book a flight over there, oh Taek…hyung I want to rip them off you with my teeth…” He heard Taekwoon whimper and he says softly, “I want you to…nnh…Shik-ah…”

Goddamn.

Why did his hyung have to sound so hot? Wonshik’s fingers trembled as he reached for a bottle of lube and pulled off the hoodie. “I’d rip them off so you could fuck me, I’d wear them if you asked me to…” He slicks up his fingers and says softly, “I’d do it for you, Sir…” As much as he wanted to hear Taekwoon whimper and moan, nobody could talk dirty quite like him, and he had missed it.

He missed Taekwoon’s soft, soothing voice whispering dirty things into his ear, interspersed with ‘I love you,’ over and over as Taekwoon fucked him. Taekwoon’s job and Wonshik’s degree may have kept them apart, but he could still get the dirty talk. “Sir…I’d do anything for you, I love you so so much.”

Taekwoon groaned from the other side of the line. "I wear panties and my boy becomes so desperate…did you enjoy that? Seeing Sir’s cock straining through the cotton?”

Wonshik was trembling and he hissed as he pressed one finger against his entrance, rubbing lube around his puckered hole. “Y-yes Sir…I miss it…miss you…a-ah…fuck, Sir I want…I need your fingers…”

Taekwoon whispers “fuck,” and Wonshik knows that his boyfriend is jacking off to the sound of Wonshik’s voice. “F-fuck, Shik-ah– Are you fucking yourself already?”

Wonshik shook his head before speaking. “Oh no Sir…You didn’t…let me. More please, please, please--.”

Now it’s Taekwoon’s turn to hiss. “Such an obedient boy…you have permission. But go slow…ah…Sir misses your pretty mouth, Wonshik….need your gorgeous mouth on my dick…”

“Ahhh…” Wonshik replies, his whole body on fire as his other hand reaches along his body, leaving a slick trail of lube along his chest, along each bump of his abs before finally, finally his fingers reached his cock, tip already wet with precum. Wonshik drew a deep breath and pushed one finger in, legs spread wide and needy, wanting nothing more than his boyfriend’s large hands on his hips, bruising and possessive as Taekwoon prepped him.

“S-sir…oh, god…more, please…”

Taekwoon’s breathing is shallow now, completely aroused. “Fuck…” he breathes, voice tight. “You’re so good Shik-ah, so fucking good…”

Wonshik slowly pressed another finger into his entrance, moaning as his other hand traced around the head of his cock. He let out a whine when he felt himself open up even further, Taekwoon’s voice and encouragement ringing in his ears.

“Sir…sir…nnn…yes…so good, more, please–” Wonshik threw his head back as his fingers brushed against his prostate, just deep enough to have him shuddering in pleasure. Taekwoon’s answering groan spurred him on and he fucked down his own fingers with more vigor, stroking himself hard enough to have him panting into the speakerphone, fist tight around his girth.

“Mmm…you sound so delicious Shik-ah…cum for Sir, cum all over yourself, won’t you?”

The last thing Wonshik hears is “Cum for Sir, my beautiful boy,” and he’s so turned on, body coiled so tightly and  overheated that he does. One last thrust and Wonshik’s cumming, white ribbons spurting all over the sheets, hard enough that some of it lands on his chest. He’s panting, his vision spinning as he rides his high.

“Sir– Taek, do you…want to see?” he says, breathing deep and labored. He sounds satisfied and Taekwoon hums in approval. “Of course, baby…Show me.”

Taekwoon can hardly hit ‘save’ fast enough when he’s greeted by a selca of Wonshik, naked and sweaty on their bed, droopy eyes nearly completely closed and his jaw slack, allowing Taekwoon just a peek of his pink tongue. There was cum spattering his chest, his lower body, and covering the top of his spent cock.

“You’re so beautiful, Wonshik. Sir loves you very much…” he says to the receiver, and only hangs up when he can hear Wonshik’s deep, even breathing, trying to catch his breath.

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[Leobin]; Wetsuits

Warnings: sex in a public area, shower sex, multiple uses of the word fuck

Note: Just imagine that the island they flew to is somewhere near the equator.

Reuploaded because I checked on my laptop and couldn’t see the “keep reading/continue reading” cut and it bothered me, huhu. I’ll probably print screen & upload if this continues. ;; w ;;

Under the cut for nsfw!

It had been another busy day at the beach, and after spending nearly two hours in the water, Lee Hongbin had called it a day. He was the first to head back to the boat, his diving suit clinging wetly to his skin.

He grabbed his beach towel and was drying off when he suddenly felt a gentle push downwards, someone else rubbing the towel gently over his hair. “Hyung, I thought you were having fun?” Hongbin asked, laughing as he peeked from the towel and saw Taekwoon’s chest, clad in a dark blue diving suit. A red cord with a silver whistle hung from his neck, in case of emergencies. “I did. The fish were trying to nibble on my fingers.”

Hongbin paused for a beat, wanting to make sure that his boyfriend wouldn’t change his mind. When nothing happened, he told the boatman to head away from the island resort and back towards their own, back to where Hongbin had parked the car–and where the shower rooms were located.

They both had towels wrapped around their shoulders, Taekwoon’s arm loosely wrapped around Hongbin’s wet waist. Smiling contentedly, Hongbin leaned into Taekwoon. It was nice, not having the other members around. Granted, he missed them and wished that they too could experience the beauty of the southern islands, but this was their vacation.

Or, as Hakyeon had put it, Taekwoon had saved up in advance for a week-long couple’s honeymoon.

It always surprised him how adorable Taekwoon could be, even after four years. Hongbin had been just as surprised as anyone when their manager informed them that they had a full week off and instead of visiting his family, Taekwoon had unceremoniously shoved an airplane ticket in his hands and they had ended up on the beach, in a rented cottage.

“Consider it,” Taekwoon had murmured, licking his lips nervously, “an early birthday present.”

+

They gathered their gear and headed for the shower room, eager to wash off the salt from their bodies. Hongbin and Taekwoon’s lockers were next to each other. Hongbin had grabbed a spare towel from a pile that an attendant had left, specifically for guests and handed Taekwoon his, earning him a soft peck to the corner of his lips.

“Which way’s the showers?” Taekwoon asked, as Hongbin locked the door to his locker. The younger man pointed to the left. “Down the hall, hyung.” There was a hum of understanding and armed with a fluffy towel, they both started to walk.

The shower room was huge, and well-hidden within grey shower curtains. The shower stalls were reasonably large, large enough to accommodate five people at the same time.

Granted, they had finished scuba diving pretty early and by the time they were on their way back, people were just beginning to head off to the island resort, famous for their snorkeling and deep-sea diving.

Since they’d first started dating, Taekwoon and Hongbin hadn’t even gone all the way yet–they were much too busy with schedules and other events. The most that had happened were a few quick handjobs and a few blowjobs that got Hongbin to discover that Taekwoon did, in fact, liked giving dirty talk.

Hongbin had been on edge at the thought of a full week alone with his hyung, his boyfriend–and the knowledge that something might happen on this trip excites him more than he anticipated.

“Do you…want to take another stall?” Hongbin asks, turning to his boyfriend. Taekwoon looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “No…what if someone else enters and bothers you? It’ll be okay. We’ll be quick.”

+

The shower heads, it turns out, were spaced evenly. Although five people could fit, there was a lot of room to move around without bumping into anyone. And right now, both boys had the entire shower stall to themselves.

Before closing the curtain, Taekwoon hung his silver whistle on the shower stall, as a sign that it was occupied.

Once inside, the next thing Hongbin knew his boyfriend had his back to the cold tile walls and was kissing him hard.

“Taek–taek, shower,” Hongbin managed to say in between kisses, as his boyfriend was intent on swallowing him whole. There was a resounding grunt and a squeak before the shower knob was moved and water was pouring down their bodies, cool and refreshing.

It made Hongbin shiver, but luckily Taekwoon’s mouth and hands were slowly bringing his temperature up. Hongbin groans as Taekwoon peppers kisses from his mouth down to his jaw, tongue lapping up the salt mixing with the fresh water. He was barely aware of Taekwoon peeling off Hongbin’s diving suit, only hearing the thundering beat of his heart. He’d known his boyfriend had intense moments, but it was nothing quite like this.

With every inch of skin revealed, Taekwoon takes his time, nosing down the slope of Hongbin’s shoulders, his lips and teeth worrying dark red marks into the juncture where neck and shoulder met.

“God, baby–” Hongbin’s blunt fingernails are scratching at Taekwoon’s thick neck, trying to get him to go faster. “–babe, baby, I don’t think I can–ah, fuck–” Taekwoon had managed to peel off the diving suit until Hongbin’s abs were in full view, with the elder moving onto gently biting and sucking on one of Hongbin’s pink nipples.

His mind is reeling, dizzy at the combined sensations of the cold shower water, of Taekwoon’s hot lips and Hongbin’s own cock throbbing in the diving suit, waiting impatiently to be freed.

“Please, Taek–ah!” Hongbin arches his back and nearly slips as Taekwoon tugs on his nipple with his teeth, looking up. The sight of Taekwoon’s eyes, intense and dark made him shiver.

“What did you call me?” Taekwoon whispered against Hongbin’s skin. “If you’re a good boy…you know what to call me.”

Hongbin trembled and said softly, his voice full of need, “…please, please hyung…please…”

With a chuckle, Taekwoon licks his way upwards, back to Hongbin’s lips. They kiss, their teeth clacking together as Taekwoon’s hands work on pushing Hongbin’s diving suit past his hips, until Hongbin took over and pushed them all the way down, bending slightly. As he bent down to fully push the diving suit off of his body he saw the bulge in Taekwoon’s own diving suit, painfully obvious because of the dark blue color.  

Hongbin fully steps out of the diving suit and kneels down in front of Taekwoon. Before he could stop himself, he’s mouthing at the bulge in Taekwoon’s diving suit.

“Shit…” Hongbin could have laughed if he wasn’t busy kissing and licking a long stripe up the bulge in Taekwoon’s diving suit. Hearing his hyung curse in that soft voice, laced with lust was something he wanted to keep hearing.

“Keep doing that and I’ll—fuck!” Taekwoon’s threat melted into a wrecked, wet moan as Hongbin began to lick and mouth at his cock through the fabric, until it began to respond in turn. Hongbin pulled away from Taekwoon’s crotch and looked up at him, eyes wide as his delicate hand palmed the hard outline of Taekwoon’s cock.

“Gonna fuck me right here, hyung?” he asked, voice low and deep. The water from their shower was falling around them, and Hongbin was on his knees. It made Taekwoon breathe a sigh of immense pleasure, and made him want to fuck Hongbin even more. From his position, he could see the younger’s own arousal, hanging low and throbbing between his legs. His eyes were so large, and his cheeks were dusted with pink. That sight paired with the knowledge that only a dark-grey shower curtain separated them from being caught made Taekwoon’s pulse race.

Taekwoon has never been more turned on in his life. Common sense told him to wait until they returned to the cottage, but then again, his common sense never experienced this merciless teasing, by a naked and dripping wet Hongbin.

So, fuck his common sense. “Bin-ah…get me out of this…” Taekwoon’s voice was nearly drowned out from the continuous spray of water. Still tantalizingly slow, Hongbin moved upwards, his small hands caressing Taekwoon’s honey thighs, and felt them tense beneath his fingertips.

He got to trail them past Taekwoon’s firm butt before Hongbin felt his impatient lover card his long fingers through his damp, soft locks and pulls him upwards, none too gently. “Hongbin!” It was meant to sound demanding, but instead it came out as a long, needy whine. Standing up now, Hongbin presses his lips against Taekwoon’s as he pulls the zipper of Taekwoon’s wet suit down and helps him out of it.

Hongbin feels his back press up against the wall as Leo’s foot kicks away the wetsuit, landing beside Hongbin’s in a wet pile on the floor.

Fully naked now, Hongbin reaches down to finally, finally cup Taekwoon’s hard, throbbing length. It was already weeping beads of precum, his fingers tracing up and around the sensitive underside, before tracing a slow circle on the head. Taekwoon breaks the kiss and leans his head on Hongbin’s shoulder in pleasure, shuddering at the sensation. He can’t wait to bury himself within Hongbin completely.

“Oh, hyung…I want you so much.” Even as he continued to tease Taekwoon’s cock, he’s breathing hard, too. When Taekwoon reaches out and wraps his large hand onto Hongbin’s cock his knees grow weak and he whispers, “S-stop, Hyung, don’t—“ and Taekwoon grinned into his skin, licking a wet, hot trail up to his ear. “Is there anything…?” Taekwoon manages to say, his eyes flickering towards anything they could use as lube.

So they really were going to do this here.

Fuck.

Normally Taekwoon had a lot of self-control, but this was a new side of him that Hongbin had never seen before. Hongbin pulls himself together for a moment and says softly, moving away from Taekwoon, “Wait here, hyung. I’ll be right back.”

Hongbin haphazardly grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist, opened the shower curtain and half-walked, half-ran down the hallway. Taekwoon wordlessly closed the curtain and sighed. He’d planned the entire trip, and was currently the most aroused he’s ever been. He’d even managed to bring his boyfriend on an island getaway and…he forgot the lube. How embarrassing.

Ten seconds later Hongbin comes back, this time with a small, pink bottle in his hands. He threw his towel over the shower curtain, where it lands with a soft slapping sound.

Taekwoon was convinced his boyfriend was a saint. “You…” he said softly, as Hongbin pushes the pink bottle into his hands, blushing. It was still unopened. “Y-yeah. I was…hoping…” Hongbin said sheepishly. “I mean, I’ve never, but…” Taekwoon nods in understanding. He’s new to this, too.

“Yeah…tell me, okay?” Taekwoon says, pressing a kiss to Hongbin’s temple. “You have to tell me if I hurt you.”

Hongbin’s certain that Taekwoon would never hurt him on purpose, but he nods anyway. He was glad that the shower room was spacious. Carefully, he leans against an unused portion of the shower room, where it was driest.

The sight of Hongbin bent over, his curvy butt out and that tiny, puckered hole on display had Taekwoon swallowing, hard. He opened the tiny pink bottle and poured the cool, pink liquid all over his fingers and gently pressed one long digit inside.

It was a little uncomfortable, but just knowing it was Taekwoon made it feel better. “Are you okay?” Hongbin nodded and said softly, “Feels new…but it’s good…”

“Mm..” Taekwoon pushed in a little further, watching Hongbin’s face for any negative reaction before he added another finger. Hongbin felt the stretch a little clearer now and it started to burn a little bit.

“Relax…” Taekwoon said, sucking a little red mark onto Hongbin’s collarbone as he stretched Hongbin carefully. He watched Hongbin’s tiny pink hole stretch to accommodate his fingers and moaned at the feeling of Hongbin clenching around him. He couldn’t wait to feel his cock surrounded by him, to be swallowed up so deeply into him. But he had to go slow, despite Hongbin wanting more.

“Hyung…please…” Hongbin whined, voice soft. Taekwoon crooked his fingers just so and Hongbin nearly sobbed. Taekwoon’s fingers were pressing against his walls and it made him feel strange but pleasurable sensations at the same time. “Taekwoon-hyung…”

When the younger started pressing back against his fingers, Taekwoon deemed him good and ready. He pulled his fingers out, leaving Hongbin looking needy, his puckered hole wet and stretched and just begging to be taken. Taekwoon’s cock throbbed in anticipation and he squeezed more lube into his hands, slicking himself up.

“Mm…turn around,” he said softly. Confused, Hongbin did so and looked right into Taekwoon’s intense cat-eyes. “I want to kiss you while we make love.” Hongbin would have cringed if he weren’t so eager to feel Taekwoon’s cock inside of him.

He leaned against the wall and Taekwoon lifted him up and he only had time to wrap his legs around Taekwoon before the elder was pushing in, fully inside Hongbin all in one, smooth push. The feeling of a hard, pulsing cock inside of him was better than fingers. Hongbin groaned into Taekwoon’s ear, feeling full, and wrapped his arms around Taekwoon’s neck.

“Hyung…” Hongbin was pressing little kisses to the side of Taekwoon’s jaw, begging him to move whenever he got to Taekwoon’s ear. “Please…take me…make me yours…”

Taekwoon gave a breathless little moan and pulled nearly fully out before thrusting in again, deeper now. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby…” Hongbin was trembling and Taekwoon found it so beautiful, gently pressing sweet kisses all over Hongbin’s face. Hongbin thought he would melt right out of Taekwoon’s arms, onto the floor. “Hyung…”

“Mm…you’re so pretty like this…” Taekwoon started to move, gently thrusting as he kissed Hongbin, open-mouthed and filthy. Their kisses started to turn sloppy as Taekwoon continued to thrust in and out, pace gradually growing faster, each thrust harder than the last.

Hongbin broke the kiss and moaned wantonly, clenching tight around Taekwoon. It was like he didn’t want to let his lover go. He pressed his head forwards, dropping it onto Taekwoon’s broad shoulder, moaning helplessly as Taekwoon started to fuck him with fast thrusts, before slowing down again. Hongbin whined at the change of pace, he had been so close.

“Patience, my love…” Taekwoon murmured quietly, pressing their foreheads together as he told Hongbin over and over how much he loved him.

It was more emotional than he expected but god, he didn’t want it to stop.

“So tight, Binnie-ah…” Taekwoon murmured softly. “God, you take it in so well, you’re such a good boy…” He was gripping Hongbin so hard that there were sure to be bruises, imprints that perfectly matched Taekwoon’s long fingers.

“Baby…” Taekwoon murmured softly. “You’re so good. So good…do you want to come, baby? Do you want to come for hyung?”  

Hongbin was mewling and nodded, nearly sobbing, especially when Taekwoon angled his thrusts a little more to the left and fucked into him slowly, until he reached the place that made Hongbin see stars.

Taekwoon’s thrusting in faster, concentrating on that angle, hitting Hongbin’s prostate until he felt Hongbin’s hands scratching his back, eager for anything to grab onto, to ground him.

“Hyunghyunghyung so good please don’t stop I love you I love you I love—” Hongbin was mumbling now, so out of it, his eyes glazed in pleasure. “Yes baby…sshh, shh…come for me, come for hyung…”

Hongbin threw his head back when Taekwoon pulled out and thrust inside Hongbin, hard and deep. They came together, Hongbin painting both their bodies with white as Taekwoon came inside Hongbin’s body.

Very carefully, Taekwoon pulled out of Hongbin and set him down, the younger boy a little wobbly on his feet.

Hongbin slid down towards the floor, heaving and pulled Taekwoon down with him, for one last kiss.

[moecchiato]

Drabble; You’re a Masterpiece

Pair: Neo

Warnings: D/S themes, wax play

Under the cut for nsfw!

He had always known about Hakyeon’s candle-making hobby, but this was the first time he actually saw them being made. The sight of Hakyeon’s lip gloss shining over the fire as he melted the wax down had Taekwoon’s pants tenting, and the heady smell of vanilla wasn’t helping either. The scent was mysterious yet inviting, and the smell was what brought Taekwoon from their bedroom towards the kitchen, where Hakyeon had set up for the evening.

Hakyeon looked up when he heard Taekwoon’s footsteps, his eyes shining over the glow of the fire. They had a gas stove and the fire beneath the pot gave Hakyeon’s sun-kissed skin a beautiful, warm glow.

“What’s this for?” He asked, pointing to the current batch in the pot. Hakyeon said nothing and continued his candle-making. The result was a tall, black candle that smelled like sin, tied with a soft, golden ribbon.

When it was all done, Hakyeon gazed at Taekwoon and grinned when he saw the tent in his lover’s sweatpants. “Tonight.” Hakyeon said softly, as he turned off the stove and let the wax candle cool. He held his arms out and Taekwoon went towards him, Hakyeon rewarding his boyfriend with a deep kiss.

“You love my candles this much?” Hakyeon asked, chuckling against Taekwoon’s lips as he pressed their bodies together. “It’s not…” Taekwoon mumbled as he dropped his head onto the crook of Hakyeon’s neck. “…it’s what you do with them,” Taekwoon mumbled. “with me.”

The older man smiles in understanding, carding a hand through Taekwoon’s dark hair. “When it cools, we’ll use it..and paint a beautiful picture on your skin. I always knew you were a masterpiece, love.”

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The candle was made of 100% wax and non-toxic, Hakyeon skilled enough to make his own. When it was completely cool, he brought the candle, dark and smelling of spices interlaced with vanilla into their bedroom.

Taekwoon was already there, naked and facedown on their bed. The sight of his lover’s milk-white skin, a beautiful blank canvas left Hakyeon breathless. He tested it out on himself first; allowing one drop of wax to hit the skin of his forearm. He angled the candle a bit higher so that the wax would cool while in the air.

The burn was there, and he hissed as it landed on his forearm–and then it was gone, a teasing pain snuffed out until all there was left was pleasure. Hakyeon heard a whine and chuckled. “Patience, my love…” He brought the candle with him to bed, straddling Taekwoon easily. The smell was fogging up Taekwoon’s brain with desire, and all he wanted was for the wax to drip on his skin, marking him, dyeing his skin red.

“I think…I’ll make a star on your back, Woonie.” Hakyeon first blew out the candle and placed it on the nightstand. “But first…I have to make an outline, don’t I? So I can see…where to drip the wax.”

Hakyeon bent down and let his tongue leave a wet, hot trail of saliva that was shaped like a star, a perfect outline that shone in the moonlight. Taekwoon moaned into the pillow as the hot tongue trailed onto his skin. “Oh…but it might dry,” Hakyeon said suddenly. Taekwoon’s hands curled tight into the sheets as Hakyeon’s mouth worried the pure white skin, until there was a dark-red mark blooming at the very first point of the star.

“I love your skin,” Hakyeon whispered as he kissed and sucked the star to life, until it was a dotted red outline onto his lover’s back. Taekwoon groaned underneath him in reply.

When the first drop of wax hit his skin Taekwoon tensed up for a second before relaxing completely. Hakyeon was seated on his strong, thick thighs and held the candle, his other hand holding onto Taekwoon’s hip for support. “Should I continue?” He asked, bringing his face close to Taekwoon’s ear.

“Fucking god, yes, yes please…” Taekwoon said, so soft that it would have been missed, had Hakyeon not been leaning in so close.

“Mmm…you beg so nicely…good boy.” A wicked smile on his face, Cha Hakyeon took his time dripping wax onto his lover.

He was so glad he learned how to make candles.