mature, no archive warnings apply, ratings may change
established relationship, alternate universe - college/university, making out, yearning in horny
just another yutdaeng that I made up in a whim
part 1 of ?
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When Daeyoung let out his slight moan that time, unprompted and bare, the sound lingered in Yushi’s head for days. He remembered how they opened their eyes at the same time; Yushi, surprised and very much turned on, and Daeyoung, embarrassed, but he let Yushi know of his embarrassment that he decided to pull Yushi into a proper kiss.
They had been kissing, as usual. For some reason that Yushi had been very patient for, and made Daeyoung slightly frustrated—undetected, surprisingly—they hadn’t moved from their kissing stage after Yushi confessed to Daeyoung about his affections towards the younger three months ago.
It wasn’t like Daeyoung wasn’t dropping hints—he was practically grinding against Yushi’s thighs when they made out on the other day, with the shirt off and his fingers tangled in Yushi’s now-cropped short hair. This time, too, Daeyoung sucked on Yushi’s neck with a mission, and Yushi was all pliant and soft and equally eager on top of him—but no matter how hard Daeyoung jerked his hips upwards, how frustratingly he gripped Yushi’s unclothed waist, Yushi didn’t show the intention of moving to bed. Daeyoung wanted Yushi to fuck him, for god’s sake, but apparently his boyfriend was too oblivious.
It had been a normal day. With the sort of weather that was neither cold nor hot—and for another mutually unknown reason—Yushi insisted that Daeyoung wouldn’t be fully undressed. His pastel green shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chest and soft stomach. And Yushi would be sitting on his lap, his knees bent on either side of Daeyoung’s thighs. This was easy; this was their routine.
And, driven by some unknown force (read: just the horny impulse of college students), Yushi slithered his lips from Daeyoung’s face to his neck, and down to his pecs—and while he cradled Daeyoung’s cheek with one hand, thrusting his thumb into his mouth, Yushi took Daeyoung’s right nipple into his mouth and did an experimental suck.
Their room had been full of kissing noises and heavy breathings, lips smacking and their tiny moans. But when Daeyoung mewled, gaping with a thumb pressed against the wall of his mouth, his hot breath washed over Yushi’s thumb and, interestingly, carried over into his chest, and—you called it—his cock.
Yushi withdrew abruptly, head tilting up to meet Daeyoung’s face just a few distance above him. He looked like he was about to cry.
Yushi had expected him to complain about something—after all, Daeyoung was someone who had a lot to say when he was with Yushi—but he didn’t. He only pulled Yushi up; his palm was warm on the back of Yushi’s neck when he drew him in, going for another round of kissing.
They stopped when someone’s phone was ringing somewhere—Yushi’s—and when he scrambled to get it, the expression on Daeyoung’s face was still the same.
“You’re just plain dumb at this point,” Riku said to him once, and he refused to elaborate. Yushi didn’t get it, and he’d forgotten about it after some time. It came back when he answered his phone, something about his part-time application on the college union, and he wasn’t able to pay attention because Daeyoung was still on the sofa, buttoning up his shirt with such a miserable expression that he only made when he saw those cry-baiting ads.
Yushi didn’t like that expression on Daeyoung’s delicate, puppy-like face. A small voice in his head that sounded too similar to Riku told him that it was his fault.
general, no archive warnings apply, fluff, established relationship, domestic fluff
based on my fanart here :3
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More often than not, Riku would wait until Sion came home to have dinner together, no matter how late he could be. It was something that they had agreed upon, with Sion’s 9-to-5 job (but it’s always longer than 5, Riku sulkily said) and Riku’s more inconsistent one, for them to have a routine together. Sometimes it was Riku who cooked light meals, most of the time it was Sion who brought takeaways. Regardless, dinner was their daily ritual together; something to look forward to, a way to unwind.
Today, though, Sion came home to a sleeping Riku on their couch, clutching his pillow. Sion knew it was his because they color-coded everything, and it was his pastel purple pillow that was in Riku’s embrace.
Sion froze in the doorway, still not really registering the view in front of him. Riku didn’t snore in his sleep, and despite the uncomfortable position, he was completely submerged in his dream. When Sion opened the door, he didn’t stir. He only sighed, clung onto the pillow tighter, and mumbled Sion’s name. It tugged on Sion’s chest.
He fumbled for his phone, trying to make this moment permanent. In the future, when he would be away from home for weeks, or during the exhausting hours, Sion would find himself coming back to this photo. His fatigue curiously waned, his face slowly stretched into a smile.
Sion carefully put down his working bag, sitting on his spot on the doorway and leaning his head on the doorframe. Now, too, hours of sitting in his small, cramped cubicle were slowly forgotten.
A short genderbent riku/yushi / riyu fic that nobody asks for. Read on ao3 here!
Major tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Genderbend, High School AU
Summary:
It wasn’t like they kept their relationship a secret, yet curiously the rumor that the Maeda Riku was single was still circulating around the school, even among the first grader.
She wasn't single, obviously. And Yushi knew that first-hand, because she was the said girlfriend, goddamnit. But somehow this got into her head for too long and it spiraled into something bad.
—in which Yushi punched a random girl because she was jealous (and she ran away after yelling an apology).
Putting the yuri in yuriku :) this is kinda no-plot-just-brainrot kinda fic. I don't know anymore...
general, no archive warning applies, office au (yes based on that nctzone new theme), pre-relationship, meet-not-cute?
intern!sion and employee!riku
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As an intern, Sion had to clock in early—checking papers on the photocopier, cleaning glass boards in every meeting room in his department’s floor, watering the plants in his department’s head manager’s room… What’s next?
He mentally crossed out every item in his intern-checklist in his head, frowning as he exited the manager’s office with a half-empty sprayer. Engrossed in his thought, Sion wasn’t aware that there was someone who was walking directly at him. By the time he realized the other’s presence, it was already too late—
“Ow!”
“What th—I’m sorry!”
Luckily, the sprayer in Sion’s hand, now rolling on the floor, didn’t accidentally sprayed them both, or both of them would need to spend the rest of their working day with a soaked shirt.
The one who bumped into him was obviously another employee. He wore a striped dress shirt, tucked into his pants neatly. However, his shirt wasn’t buttoned up to the collar and his blue tie was loose, as if he had tugged on it repeatedly. There was a fallen leather tote bag nearby, a few papers and a pair of glasses popped out from it.
Being the intern, Sion immediately tried to retrieve the scattered belongings, ignoring the pain on his knees. “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you! Here’s your things—”
Sion’s brain slightly short-circuited when he saw the employee who ran into him. With his hand awkwardly extended in the air halfway, Sion gaped a bit before immediately closing his mouth. Oh, this employee was cute.
The said employee brushed his own knee and took the tote bag from Sion’s hand. His tanned face was slightly red, but Sion might be imagining things.
“No, I’m sorry too. I walked without thinking.” Probably feeling bad, the employee noticed Sion’s plant spray and took it. He shoved it into Sion’s hands quickly. “Here. I’m sorry again!”
And with that, that cute employee rushed towards the front door, exiting the office. Bewildered, Sion stood still in his spot, holding a half-empty sprayer while looking towards the door’s direction. He only snapped out of his thoughts when another, different employee came through the same door, greeting Sion with a cheerful voice.
“Sion-ah, good morning! You’re so early!”
“Jungwoo-hyung,” Sion still holding his spray. “Who’s that person leaving this office in a rush just now? Do you know?”
“Huh?” Jungwoo raised his eyebrows. “Ah, I saw someone but I didn’t see their face. A janitor?”
“No, he didn’t wear the usual uniform. I didn’t see his ID either—ah. Nothing.”
Confused, Jungwoo patted Sion’s shoulder twice and left to his own desk.
Sion didn’t see the guy’s ID because it was one of the things thrown out from his expensive looking tote bag. It was still lying on the floor, concealed by a nearby potted plant. Sion saw its plastic card holder reflecting the lamp just now. He picked it up, his heart racing.
Maeda Riku, the ID stated. There was a work number written at the back.It looked like Sion needed to return this ID to its owner. Sion grinned to himself, feeling giddy for no reason. Consider it done.
That SMTown Anniversary thingy, wishies version. I slapped a film filter from RNI film to make it vintage-y and more like old family photo and cropped the SM words on the first photo lmao.
Please reblog/like if you want to use this thanks <33
Yushi prodded on Daeyoung’s face for a while, using the tip of his finger to nudge on places he could reach while Daeyoung was focusing on the cooking show played on TV. It was late at night, but the three of them didn’t feel like sleeping. Someone had left the TV on, and they let it play in the background to fill the silence. But Ryo was curled up reading something on the sofa, and on the floor, Yushi was watching Daeyoung watching the TV. Only Daeyoung actually paid attention to what’s going on in the show.
But when you looked closely, Daeyoung was blushing. He pursed his lips whenever Yushi’s finger was pressing too close to his mouth.
“Baby, baby, why are you a baby no more,” Yushi continued in Japanese quietly. He watched Daeyoung sputter what do you mean? also in Japanese. Ah, Daeyoung’s Japanese had improved so much. Daeyoung is a hard worker. Of course he’d pick up the language fast.
“Ryo, too,” Yushi scooted closer to lean on Daeyoung, smushing his cheek on his shoulder. “You’ve lost your baby cheeks too soon. Saku, too.”
“Don’t drag us into your love monologue.”
Yushi straightened himself just to smack Ryo’s legs before going back to his previous position.
“You, too, hyung.” Daeyoung said. “Everyone is growing up.”
“Yeah, but,” Yushi snuggled more. Daeyoung had just taken a shower, and the soap scent was still strong. “Now I cannot squish your cheeks when I kiss you—”
aka I cannot resist the temptation to write a Royalty!AU drabble based on 2nd Anniversary Teaser !!
pre-relationship, fluff as usual, both of them are princes!!
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Sion couldn’t help but stare at the quiet boy sitting across from him. It didn’t help that the boy seemed to avoid looking at him, accidentally giving Sion the freedom to look at him. Not even a minute after the boy and his mother sat on the sofa, Sion already noticed those two small dots on his left earlobes. So, he used to wear earrings, Sion thought. Where were they? Why was it bare now?
He is beautiful, Sion concluded after a painstakingly close observation. His future partner was charming in a way that Sion had never encountered before.
As cliché as it looked, Sion startled when his father tapped his shoulder. He addressed the guests with pride. “I believe you’ve met my son.”
“During the spring banquet several years ago, yes,” the older guest nodded. “I see that Prince Sion has grown into a handsome man.”
Sion smiled, “thank you, Your Majesty.”
“Ah, he’s still a snotty boy in my eyes,” Sion’s father patted his shoulders while laughing heartily. He slightly leaned forward in a gossipy manner, “honestly, I still don’t trust him with your son—Prince Riku is such a well-mannered boy, what if Sion becomes a bad influence? Ha ha ha!”
With a pained expression, Sion turned his attention back to Riku and found his eyes were already on him. Riku grinned at him, his eyes glinting playfully. Sion gaped a little, oh, he’s pretty, too.
But then Riku’s eyes widened, and Sion realized it too late that Riku’s mother, Her Majesty The Queen from the Northeastern Kingdom, was asking him something that he didn’t hear.
The Queen smiled, visibly amused by Sion’s lack of manner. “My dear—”
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mother,” Riku touched his mother’s arm. “How about us, the youngsters, excuse ourselves so we don’t disturb Mother and His Majesty any further? I believe you two still have a lot to discuss.”
Sion’s father coughed, but it oddly sounded like clever boy, clever boy! and he nudged Sion’s waist with an exaggerated manner. “Go and become a better host! Give our guest a tour of our garden!”
With the last jab of his father’s fingers on his waist, Sion stood up. His knee hit the low coffee table in front of them, but he didn’t have the time to wince in pain, because Riku also stood up. Slightly flustered, Sion cleared his throat. “Pardon us—”
“Just go, just go,” Sion’s father shooed him, laughing.
Sion coughed again, and he motioned to the door for Riku to walk before him. He didn’t know where he would take his pretty prince—er, his guest—but, at least, he was glad he didn’t have to sit still for hours. Garden? Or was it too boring? The music room, then?
“Your mansion is huge,” Riku said once they were outside. “I saw the garden when I arrived earlier, but—”
“Um, you used to wear earrings, right?” Sion blurted out. His heart fell when Riku closed his mouth too quickly to Sion’s liking. He stumbled on his words, “I’m sorry, but I just—I know we never really talked before, but—I imagine you will be much prettier with something dangling on—uh, this is very inappropriate of me—”
But his sentence slowly turned into whispers when Riku giggled. He was giggling instead of being angry! Sion no longer wanted to bury himself on the spot.
“Take me to the garden first,” Riku looked away, but it didn’t hide the sheer pink on his cheeks. “And I’ll tell you.”
Startrucked for the nth time that morning, Sion let himself grin as wide as he wanted. He offered his hand, and his heart did a leap when Riku took it. "Then I'll show you around, my dear Prince."
established relationship, just two dumbs in love fluff, the usual
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“Go—you’ll get cold!”
From the sixth floor, Riku’s head popped out from his kitchen window, his phone pressed against his ear. He was still wearing the same hoodie from an hour ago, the one that Sion accidentally splashed BBQ sauce on. They knew it would stain. Their frantic attempt with water and bleach was slightly pointless. It created small, faded splotches on his bright red hoodie.
Riku said he didn’t care. Sion still scrubbed the fabric with his hand, whining about his clumsiness.
On the street, Sion looked upwards and grinned. He said to the phone, “you too. Close that window, you’ll get cold.”
Riku giggled into the phone. “I’ll be fine.”
Both of their breaths created a layer of mist in front of their faces. Sion shoved his free hand into his pocket, gripping a small-sized handwarmer inside.
“Go, Sion.” Riku urged. He made small waving gestures with his hand. “I know you’re freezing.”
He was right; it wasn’t exactly the warmest night. It was still a snowy day today, although they could barely form a thin layer now. But they were only guarded with long coats and handwarmers earlier, and now it was too dark and too cold for a scarfless Sion to go back home.
“Goodbye,” Sion said to the phone. He was still tilting his head towards the sixth floor. Riku looked tiny from here—his hamster-like smile was even more hamster-y. Sion felt like rushing up again and squishing his cheeks. “See you tomorrow.”
Riku huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but his grin betrayed him. “This is like your fifth goodbye already.”
When Sion sneezed because of the cold, he finally gave up. He sneezed twice more, and the nagging in his ear became a more genuine worry rather than playful flirting.
“I’ll go for real now,” Sion waved his hand. “Bye. I love you.”
He made smooches on his phone, and Riku didn’t smooch back out of embarrassment, but Sion could see him covering his face. Sion laughed, sneezed once more, and saw Riku swishing his hand.
“Go, Sion.” Riku hissed. “I’ll be here until you get on the bus.”
“Okay,” Sion chuckled. “You too—go inside.”
Riku hummed. He slightly stuck out his body and did a flying kiss before immediately disappearing inside. Sion immediately laughed. He knew Riku was still in his kitchen, sliding down his back against the kitchen’s wall, crouching down with his face red as a tomato.
“Oh? Oh?” Sion teased. He wasn’t feeling as cold as before, but he finally walked towards the nearest bus stop. “What was that?”
In his ear, Riku’s responses were incoherent mumbles.
