shinee having sex with a bbc for the first time ✨💎 imagine 💎✨
CW // THIS CONTENT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER 18!!!! VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!
onew 💚:
- would start comparing your dick with his
- “dang- finally some fine ass meat-”
- he can’t wait to put that thang inside his ass
- he’s definitely going to be bouncing, his legs would give up in pleasure
- “ummmm yesssssss i want all of it in-”
- wants to be cummed all over his cock and butt”
- he’s not sure but he might try it again!
jonghyun ❤️:
- he needs some time to digest what he’s seeing
- “awh man, i gotta do every single inch??”
- happily gives you a sloppy head
- “but seriously, would that destroy my hole?”
- gets an emotional restart as soon as your dick goes inside of him
- couldn’t resist the urge to moan out loud as he felt the dick squishing and rearranging his organs
- tells you to cum on his back and/or cum on his mouth
- definitely wants to go again-
key 🩷:
- isn’t super new to big cocks so he’s an amateur (dubulge)
- would go straight for head, but realises that it’s quite big for his mouth
- “wow- this is so big- korean guys could never-”
- takes his time to deepthroat, but he eventually does it
- would beg to be fucked as soon as you declare that you’re fully hardened
- he makes it in with a fast start, but then he slows down, feeling his hole opening up. takes a break, then goes again. repeats until all inches are inside.
- he’s on fours, jerking in the same beat as you while whining and screaming.
- he gets very tight, so you get a hard time thrusting inside without climaxing a little earlier than you should-
- you could’ve asked him where you wanted to cum, but he turned into a cumdump
- it was the best sex he ever had, and he’s never going back once he goes black
minho 💙:
- he looks at it, then looks at your face
- still confused
- confused again
- he licks it to see if it’s real… then touches it… then flicks it to watch it bounce
- “this is HUGE- how do i start?”
- he tries to give head, but he almost gags
- he eventually goes to suck your tip while giving a handjob
- is too scared to put the cock inside of him
- he closes his eyes as your cock slides inside
- he grunts loudly, growls when he’s about to bust
- might not do bbc again, or probably will. (he prefers dubulge)
taemin 💛:
- would fumble in his speech upon his gaze
- tries to give it a go by licking the tip
- “why is it moving so much???”
- he LOVES being throat fucked (and may or may not had a lot of practice with onew)
- it takes a while, but he eventually goes nearly all the way to your balls
- could feel his hole opening, whines while feeling your cock grow 2x its size
- scratches a pillow so hard out of pleasure that he accidentally rips it open (go off catboy ig-)
- wants to be bitten as it helps with the pleasure
- whines when he’s about to cum and begs for you to cum deep inside him
- he gives your cock kisses, reassuring that he will be back for more
they dancing because they really like your long subway footlong lol
come back next time for…
✨💎 shinee bbc group sex! 💎✨
anywho, i need to reconsider my life… until next time! byeee!
Content Warning(s): Anatomy used for the reader’s genitals is detailed, but the top half is referred to as chest and nipples, also the guys are dating lol
Author’s Notes: Not gonna lie, the sex is pretty realistic and based on my own experience looool
It was the day that I was going to meet Jinki and Jonghyun for the first time. All I knew was that they were a couple looking for a third, sweet sub — and I was chosen to go on a date with them.
We wanted to go to a cafe, so we went to one in North London. I was nervous walking closer to the shop, feeling my stomach aching more and more as I took another step forward.
Eventually, I reached the outside at the designated time, which would be noon. I opened the front door, where I was greeted by the staff members that were there. I bought myself a coffee, then went to find them once I was handed my order.
There they were sitting down at the back of the cafe in a hidden space, with both of their eyes lighting up at the sight of me, they stood up to greet me, even allowing me to sit close to them.
“Come here Y/N! You can sit next to Jonghyun!” Jinki stood up from his seat so he could sit on the other side. Jonghyun was especially very touchy, cuddling me as they gave me both of their foods.
“You smell so good…” Jonghyun complimented my scent, which was a cheap perfume that I bought from Superdrugs. I smiled at the gesture, feeling his nose on my neck. Jinki went towards me to smell me too, in which they both had the same reaction of pleasure, before complimenting me again.
“Yeah, they do smell really good!” Jinki cracked up a smile, having them gaze at me for what seemed to be about 5 minutes while I ate a bit of their sandwich and hash browns.
The two chatted to each other in what seemed to be Korean. Based on my poor Korean skills, I could assume that they were talking about me, as I heard my name being mentioned multiple times, while Jonghyun would point at me with his pupils.
“Hey… Y/N… we’re thinking of coming back to the hotel, do you want to come with us?” Jinki asked whilst Jonghyun was looking sort of hyped up for what seemed to be unknown to me.
“Oh… sure!” I didn’t hesitate to say yes. They were 2 attractive men. The way Jonghyun would look at me with a smirk, and Jinki would hide his face made me get into them a lot more. They were so cute, that I’d sleep with them without thinking it through first.
“Alright Y/N, but finish your food. We’re gonna go to a shop first before we go in.” Jonghyun placed his arm around me, watching me eat as he looked up at Jinki, in which he smiled back at me.
I finally finished my food, even taking the hash browns with my hands and eating them while we walked in the streets of Camden Town. We went for 15 minutes by bus to go towards their hotel, even stopping at a nearby corner shop to buy some condoms, lube and whiskey.
Afterwards, we made it to their hotel, walking upstairs to reach their room where Jinki opened the door and revealed a nice-looking room with a king’s bed. They placed the bag on a nearby nightstand, allowing the two to sit on the bed. I went towards the bathroom to wash my hands, then came back to see them making out with each other. I wasn’t exactly shocked since they disclosed the fact that they were dating.
“Hey Y/N, come and join us!” Jonghyun pulled out of Jinki to drag me in. He sat on top of him so I could sit next to them. They were enjoying themselves, and I didn’t want to disturb them.
It wasn’t until… I felt a hand on my crotch. It was Jinki’s.
I felt him digging through my pants, trying to rub me there. He was still holding onto Jonghyun, kissing him passionately as he arched his back for every pleasure he got. His shirt got removed, just so his nipples could be played with. He was especially sensitive there, loving the way Jinki’s hands glided through his buttons. He groans ever so gently, seeing him pull out to cuddle him.
“Ohhhh… mmm… please… m-more…” He started grinding on Jinki’s lap, slowly getting louder as it went on. Meanwhile, I was feeling a bit left out. Perhaps they just wanted someone to watch them, like a voyeur?
Of course, they didn’t, because they pulled out of each other just to tell me to take off my clothes. I eventually did, being completely bare from head to toe. They both got excited at the sight of me, so they started using my body — Jinki’s hands on my hole and Jonghyun on my chest. Jinki went over to kiss my lips at the same time, while Jonghyun was playing my nipples.
“Oh fuck…” Jonghyun cursed, feeling himself wanting to touch himself, so he did just that. He pulled out his cock, showing it to me with a smirk on his face.
“Do you know how to suck?” Jonghyun said while breathing heavily, his hand still on his cock and stroking it. I nodded at his question, giving it a lick as he got closer to my face.
Jinki was on my pussy, eating me out as he places a finger inside. He went on my clit as he owned it, feeling my hole getting looser and able to find a nicely shaped cock inside. Jinki had that cock, and wasn’t afraid to show it to me. It was much bigger than Jonghyun’s, but I loved both of theirs.
“Mmm… go inside me…” I moaned out loud, the both of them heard me. Jonghyun went in first, placing his cock balls deep. His deep groans gave me goosebumps, I loved how manly but whiny he sounded. It wasn’t what I expected at all, I thought he would’ve sounded more feminine.
“Mmm… oh… mmm…” He wasn’t playing when Jinki said that he’s sensitive. He has been moaning the entire session, feeling Jinki’s slight touch and his face tells the full story. He already had enough and might blow at any moment. He held onto me from the shoulders, swaying his hips fast enough that he could come inside of me.
“Y-yes, yes, yes, yes- I’m gonna cum!” Jonghyun used his last slam on my pussy to squirt all around the inside, feeling the slight warmth and liquid substance from within. He laid on me for a moment, laying next to me as he kissed my cheeks and then eventually my lips.
He pulled out after a couple of minutes, allowing Jinki to have his turn. He used Jonghyun’s cum as a lubricant and went inside of me. He was much larger, so he added a bit of lube in case. Nonetheless, he still managed to go inside easily with no issues.
Jinki managed to go balls deep after a minute of gathering enough lubricant substances so he could make his way inside and out. His cock began to feel slippery, so he started thrusting slightly faster than Jonghyun and going even deeper, touching the cervix. I felt the pressure of him hitting me there, knowing that it was going to hurt later on.
He turned me around, going into a doggy position so he could go even faster. Jonghyun was watching from below us, making out with me while he was continuously playing with my nipples.
I felt him going faster, I held onto Jonghyun while I orgasmed and moaned in his mouth. He used his tongue on me so he could feel our mouth doing dirty things from inside there. Jinki began to groan loudly, feeling him spanking my ass as he gets closer and closer to cumming.
“I-I’m cumming… o-oh my god-” Jinki did one deep thrust, and the cum came right inside me like hentai-level shit. It went in fast and in max. Some of it must’ve gone through my cervix, I might need to get myself checked tomorrow. But either way, I was next to Jinki and Jonghyun and we all lay together on the bed.
They both made out with me, showing their love and affection to me. I started feeling a bit of pain in my uterus, but it was alright since they were looking after me and it went away within about 30 minutes.
“That was so nice… we should do it again sometime soon!” Jonghyun expressed his happiness for the sex. Jinki smiled, seeming like that was his idea in the first place to have a third.
“Hey Y/N… do you want to regularly see each other again? We can go to another shop? Do you want to go to a chicken shop?”
“Jinki, YOU want to go to a chicken shop.” Jonghyun teased him, pushing him gently jokingly. “Jinki loves going to chicken shops. It’s a good thing that we came to London, there’s plenty of shops here.”
“Can we go to Popeyes? I always wanted to try it, but they haven’t opened a restaurant here in Korea yet.”
“Sure, why not! Hey Y/N, what do you think? Should we go to Popeyes the next time we meet up?” Jonghyun asked me, the both of them turning their heads towards me.
ships: niko omilana x aj shabeel (featuring sharky)
genre: smut, a lil bit of fluff
word count: +1500 words
content warning(s): sex, gay sex (you know what it is in this blog), aggressive sex, jealousy, usage of the word “daddy” and “bitch” (only once i believe), idk what else lmao
author’s notes: this is my first beta squad story so excuse my french if they aren’t portrayed the way y’all want them to be. i have watched niko omilana since 2018 but never would’ve thought there would be people that shipped them together lmaoooo this was requested by a friend of mine. hope you guys enjoy!
It was around six past ten, and the sun was still shining through the window. AJ was on the bed, scrolling mindlessly on Instagram for hours on end. He has forgotten the concept of time, including the current time that it was. Before he could think about getting out, he could hear a loud slam from what seems to be from downstairs, alerting him that his beloved boyfriend Niko has just arrived and he would not be as beloved due to the rage he could make out.
Once everything calmed down, a soft part of AJ came out. Maybe he was having a bad day at work? Maybe somebody upset him? He has never seen him as this aggressive. He was always the chilled back guy who had everything under control. Maybe he just needed some reassurance from the guy he saw as “his cutie” and they could make love to forget about it.
Well, he didn’t need to make that decision since Niko was already outside his door thinking about kicking the door down. Instead, he politely knocked and waited for him to come out. He was very hesitant, but he managed to gather the confidence to slowly open up, just for his arm to pull him away and swing the door open.
He just nodded, glazing at the scared boyfriend, before pushing him against a wall, touching lips with him. AJ being confused and concerned, he follows through and obeys the taller male. Niko knew he wanted to get onto him for taking his hoodies once again even though he has plenty more in his closet, but all he wanted to do was humiliate him in the best way possible – ripping him off from the very thing that was keeping him from getting exposed. But he just didn’t care at all.
He knew that AJ never wears anything under, so he took the time to caress his ass, before taking off his hoodie from the hem, leaving him completely bare while Niko was clothed. He wanted to burst up in laughter, but he just couldn’t feel anything – nothing at all. In fact, the feeling of removing his belt and seeing how his face changes from looking relieved to horrified within a second. He knew he must behave, and so stuck his ass onto his daddy’s direction.
He placed his arm in action, and a loud smack onto AJ’s skin could be heard. He could feel the harsh cold coming from the belt before it became warm enough that he could feel it burning. It went on for a while, and he wailed in pain every single time.
Soon, his ass started to turn a clear red, and Niko finally had some empathy to stop that madness from happening even more – oh so AJ thought, as he saw the equipment coming out from the closet and knew that it was going to be a long night for the two.
Every single weapon was played right in front of him as a cruel punishment by the taller male, seeing one of the ones he didn’t want to use get picked up and panicking if he does so. After being tired of his act, Niko placed a blindfold onto AJ and tightly wrapped it around his eyes so he couldn’t remove it.
Alas, he picks up a sort of feather that Niko was purposefully using to tickle him with, only to be met with harsh spanks every time he steps out of line. He hated how nasty his boyfriend was treating him, but a part of him feels like he knows why and would gladly take himself down for it.
As he started to feel remorse, which would be not moving around or crying in pain, Niko decides to put down the whips and the flannels and place it back onto the closet. Finally, AJ has a peace of mind, or does he? He was craving for touch, any sort of touch. Even if it was cruel, or out of love. He wanted it to come out of Niko, and only Niko.
It was when he felt something going inside of his ass. He knew it was his finger, and a part of him was still rather concerned but what wasn’t there to worry about Niko. Like always, carried on tolerating it and went with it – seeing where it would go.
He heard a sound of an iPhone recording before his fingers went deeper and right where the prostate was located. He felt a rush of pleasure, begging him not to stop. It went on for a while, but Niko eventually got another finger inside to use his hole with. But not only he went there, but he even went further down where his tip would land at.
It took him a while, but Niko stood up and undressed, spreading his clothes to the floor as he steps onto the bed. He lubricated and insert his cock inside of AJ, before moving deeper inside and pushing through him until his entire dick sunk.
Niko pulled onto AJ’s curls, hearing his muffled moans as allthe sensations flowing through his body. He wasn’t completely used to Niko’s cock, but he quickly adapted this once and sucked it up, giving him a tearful fuck while trying his hardest not to moan too loudly due to neighbours around.
Unbeknownst to them, someone has just walked into the house and was making their way upstairs. It was already too late for them to react, as Sharky has already came inside and saw their bare asses in display.
“Hey, I couldn’t mind your sandwich so I got you a BLT-” He paused upon his reaction of seeing the two men. “Did I come here at the wrong time?”
Three of the men were looking at each other, not sure who was going to say anything. Sharky raised his finger up, thinking of any possible excuses to leave, including looking around the room or looking at the hallway right in front of him.
“I-I’m going to Tesco… to get… milk-”
“Join.” Niko finally spoke after what seemed to be forever. AJ didn’t seem to be pleased, even though he has been willing to hear his voice after all this unexplained suffering he had to go through. Something didn’t make sense to him, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.
AJ turned around, facing the two of them. He was shaking, yet he knew something was coming. He was seeing him as well as being with Niko, and that could be the reason for his unusual behaviour. He gulped, thinking about the worst stuff he was going to make him do, and hoped for something better.
“What the hell are you doing? Pull your trousers down, then!!” He sounded demanding, yet it was something AJ loved from him. Sharky’s cock sprung up aggressively, causing AJ to be mesmerised by sight. Being the good boy he was, he immediately leaned in and went in from the tip, going through the neck up until he went balls deep.
Seeing how far he could go, Niko felt some sort of anger – seeing that he was giving it his all to the guy that he would have to compete with. He soon, threw the shorter man away from his reach before shoving his own cock for him to show off right in front of Sharky. Him not feeling any sort of way, he attempts to leave again – only to get dragged back in for a round of anal.
Niko went back in, and was much more violent. He was back with the whips, alongside a gag so he could use to shush his mouth. Sharky was concerned for the shorter male’s safety, but at the same time aroused. He didn’t know what to feel, whether to feel remorse or guilty. He knew for a fact that he wanted the taste of the cutie boy that was Niko’s bitch. Seeing him weeping and squirming around his spot made him want him more, and seeing his anger explains exactly why there was so much tension in the room.
Sharky went on AJ’s level, removing his gag and began kissing his lips. Niko feeling defensive, he grabbed him from the neck keeping them from a couple inches away. He eventually decided to cover his lips, reassuring him that he wouldn’t make any sound or make love with the “other” guy he was seeing.
Allowing him to use his hole once it was already filled, Sharky used the opportunity to make AJ face him, lifting his legs to place on his shoulders. He was already giving up, but the love was finally there. Niko was still looking mad, even having his arms crossed, but he couldn’t look away and miss his pathetic boyfriend get railed by a guy he would fancy to fuck.
AJ screamed loudly, turning into a moan after a while. Waiting for the moment to become a cumdump for the two of them, he feels the pleasure running through his body one last time until a warm liquid was felt from inside of him, pulling Sharky away from him – which would conclude the session for today.
AJ and Sharky laid together on the bed, holding hand while Niko left the room to do something. They weren’t sure what it was, but it was their moment together where they made out for a bit before AJ peacefully laid on Sharky, waiting for the door to bust open where he would get scolded by the one and only, Niko.
mdni dividers by @cafekitsune (i don’t remember who made the dividers)
Genre: Smut, Angsty (It’s kinda hurt but also comfort???)
Word Count: 4000+ words
Content Warning(s): Past Child Molestation (There’s a flashback part, but it’s not very detailed), Dealing with Trauma, Sex, Dark Religious Themes, Religious Trauma
Author’s Notes: Yes, I know I said I don’t allow any sort of rape in any of my stories, but a friend suggested me to do this sort of thing and made me realise that I’ve gone through something similar where I wanted to do something again. So pretty much, this is what the story is going. It is a bit of a weird one, but I hope I was able to convey Key’s emotions well. Also, Key is in his 20s and the Pastor is about in his 40s.
I still think about what happened, the way he touched me, the way he went about it, and even the way my parents reacted when I finally told them.
While I did feel some sort of guilt, I also had this strange feeling inside of me that would admit that I liked it. Maybe I was in denial, or maybe I was being serious. I didn’t know how to feel, or how I could go about my life without pinpointing exactly the feeling I was getting.
Nonetheless, I knew I wanted to do it again.
—
It was something I thought about for years on end, and I hadn’t been able to tell anyone. I was just ashamed, or maybe people would assume that I was lying for clout.
I knew that it was something that truly happened to me, I even had the very clothes that I wore on that day. I remembered what I ate for breakfast, what my mother was planning on making me for dinner, and even down to a couple of minutes before the incident.
I never went to therapy for my pain, nor I ever went back to church. My parents were disappointed, grounding me every time I missed one day for a week until I went. It was at that very moment that my faith was crippled.
I tend to cry when I think of my emotions, but this time was different. A part of me wanted to move on, even though I didn’t know how to. That was when I was on the phone with my parents, explaining about the pain that I’d been going through. They suggested me to go back, but I wasn’t sure.
My parents hated the fact that I was an atheist. The amount of screaming matches I had to go through, just because they wanted to force the bible on me. Every single time I tell them to stop, they get louder and louder. I had no power over them, and I would feel trapped within myself.
However, this was the first time I agreed with them. I was in my 20s, surely he would change. I shook my head, before cutting off to process exactly what I was about to do.
I planned my trip to my hometown, packing up clothes I would know they would approve. I knew I had to look as manly as possible, especially when I go to church. I took in a crisped grey suit and pants, with a bow on them.
A couple of days later, I finally made that trip and was at the front door of my parents’ house. They seemed so happy to see me upon opening and letting me in, but the facade broke away, and their strictness was back.
“Kibum, if you’re staying here, you will need to go to church with us every Sunday.” I sighed, face-palming while contemplating why I thought it would be a good idea to come back home. I knew I’d only be here for a week, but just the memories coming back made it ten times worse.
I saw my childhood room, thinking about all the times I cried alone in my bed that day. I just wish I could speak to my past self and comfort him. Everything here was filled with horrible thoughts, and not even the TV was safe. The amount of Christian content that I had to watch was concerning. I used to be made fun of at school for not watching shows that all the kids were watching simply because it wasn’t allowed.
I saw a picture of my younger self, in a suit ready to go to church. Right next to it, there was another picture of me, but I was being baptised. It was the happiest day of my life. I thought that I was going to love Jesus forever and be a Christian for the rest of my life. Sadly, that wouldn’t be the case.
I woke up to my parents knocking on my door to get ready to go to church. I was very nervous, yet I put on a brave face as I took a shower to clear my mind. Maybe, this was going to be fine, right?
When I got ready to go into the car, I saw my father waiting outside while my mother walked slowly down the stairs. We didn’t live that far from our local church, but my parents always insisted on walking together like a family. I never understood that, even now as an adult.
I was finally at the place where I feared, the hall. Everyone was walking in, chatting to one and another while I sat alone. Seeing how “lonely” I looked according to my mother, as she was chatting to one of my childhood friends, she introduced me to him, causing me to awkwardly wave my hand as the both of them stared in my direction.
I’ve been an adult for some time now, and even listening to the pastor speaking felt like a bore. But then, he stared at me — and we locked eyes for a whole second before turning back to the crowd, and the service suddenly got somewhat interesting. He seemed happier now that I was here, which felt sweet on its own but weird. How did he know who I was even though I was 10 when I last saw him?
My mind was puzzling in my head, and before I could even process what just happened, the church was over. I didn’t even realise the time until my mother tapped me on the shoulder for food.
I sat down at a table alone, not wanting to sit next to my parents. I had a plate full of rice, bulgogi and kimchi, and ate slowly but steadily. As I was just forgetting about what just happened, I saw Pastor Y/N walking towards me. My eyes widened, and I was still in shock by the time he reached me.
“Is this seat free?” He asked. I shook my head and he sat by me. He still had the same scent 10 years later. He hasn’t even changed a thing at all! As a matter of fact, he looked even better!
“Kibum… you’ve grown so much! I’m so glad you decided to come by today!” He seemed polite in nature, and didn’t seem to have any malicious intentions. I mean, it was normal for him to go up to people and speak to them.
But then, the incident started playing in my head. I stood as still as a rock, looking down so he couldn’t see me. I wanted to ask but was nervous. What if he wasn’t the same guy anymore? Surely he could do me one last time…
“Hey, Kibum… can I invite you to dinner tomorrow?” I quickly agreed, nothing trying to take time to think about what I was getting myself into.
Tomorrow felt like a breeze, I didn’t even remember what I did when I was going home. I did remember my mother pulling me into a corner away from my father just to ask me if Pastor Y/N did anything to me. I kept quiet, shaking my head as I looked back at Mother to see if my answer was verified.
“I saw him chatting to you today. He told me he misses you after all these years, and wants to see you in Church more. He could help you build your relationship with God again.” I tried not to roll my eyes for the 8th time, but I wanted to keep the lies going… unless I wasn’t.
I was invited to come for dinner at Pastor Y/N’s. I knew it was something I didn’t want to share with my parents, as I knew that it would come with something more than just two consenting adults meeting in a house.
That very night, I made sure to buy some condoms and lube to bring with me in case anything escalated. I planned out an outfit that seemed masculine enough so he wouldn’t raise an eyebrow at me — even though I was sure that he knew for a fact that I was not a heterosexual man.
I fell asleep, seeing the man that I always dreamed of being close to — but was unsure how to feel about it. As an adult, I felt like a kid again. He held my hand like he was crossing the road, reminding me to look both ways before walking. I saw the road form around me, seeing each sparkle and star create the world around us, seeing familiar people appearing one by one.
It was then that I was brought into the Church, people were singing while praying at the same time. There were too many people, so Pastor Y/N took me backstage where the changing rooms were. At that point, my heart started pounding. This was the moment that it happened, his hand landed on my thighs so he could stroke them. His hands were rough and scratchy, they were also huge enough to cover the whole diameter of my legs from my thighs to my ankles.
My dress pants were pulled down, revealing bright blue underwear with thunderbolts on them. I’d thought he would stop right there, but he continued on and removed the very thing that was hiding my genital area. Everything was a blur after that, having my head facing the wall and feeling the action happening from my rear end.
I woke up almost feeling like I wanted to cry, so I lay there at 5 am while waiting for me to fall back to sleep. I then felt something hard underneath my pants, which meant that I had a wet dream as well.
This was how it was for over a decade. I get flashback dreams, I wake up crying, I get hard, I masturbate, I fall back to sleep. It never failed me. It remained the same ever since. I wasn’t sure if it was because of how I process things, but everyone that I told was quick to say how unnatural it was for me to act the way I did.
I woke up with my pants still down, unable to recall what happened last night. I got into the shower, thinking about everything I wanted to say to that man. My stomach was growling like I was hungry, but deep down inside I was a nervous wreck.
I had to awkwardly eat breakfast with my parents since my mother filled out the whole table with all sorts of fruits, a tray for the tea set and some other drinks, and bread with some sandwich toppings on another tray. All the trays that were displayed made it seem like there was way more stuff than expected. I rarely ate — only trying to take as little as possible so I could excuse myself into my room to get ready.
I sat in my room, waiting for his name to pop up on my phone. He gave me the green light, prompting me to get dressed and walk out of the house. It was noon and my parents were a bit concerned as to why I was leaving at this time. I thought of a quick lie of me walking around my childhood city as an excuse and they accepted it — surprisingly.
I ran off, walking towards a train station that would lead me to his place. He called me a couple of times to ask me if I was coming, but I was underground and had to wait until I arrived to reply to him. He picked me up at the train station, pulling me into a warm embrace which felt imitated.
“Kibum… how have you been doing? Was the journey alright?” He said in his soft voice, possibly softer than he was at the church the day before. He held my hand as we walked out of the station, walking towards what seemed to be his neighbourhood. He lived in a nice little penthouse that seemed small, but it had all the view he could have.
We entered from the entrance, before going onto the lift to the very top. He unlocked his door, opening it to showcase a very warm atmosphere that I could get at any pub or restaurant. Everywhere seemed neat but messy at the same time, while also looking expensive looking. It was a sight I didn’t want to miss, especially with the fact that every single glance was something worth noting, like the gramophone sitting at the corner of the room.
“Make yourself at home, Kibum.” He patted the couch, indicating him asking me to sit down. I eventually did, while he was searching around the room for something catching up to our conversation. “So Kibum… tell me what you have been doing ever since you left Church.”
“Well…” I started. “I moved out and so I couldn’t afford to come all the way here.” I went with the conversation, knowing that he was going to say something very cliche.
“Kibum…” He stopped what he was doing to sit next to me, with his hands on mine while they were on my lap. “Listen to me… Jesus will always love you, regardless of that.”
I didn’t know if I wanted to continue with that talk, yet it was my fault for agreeing to go to a literal pastor’s house. Sure I didn’t want to go through a whole lecture on how God is good and great for the millionth time, but a part of me just wants to see what would happen… between us.
“I always felt like I had to go every Sunday… but the moment I couldn’t… I feel fake.” I lied, even giving him the puppy eyes that I mastered since I was a kid.
“Kibum, don’t say that…” I felt his hand on my back, the adrenaline of the conversation was causing me to go on and keep the lie going. “I always knew your love for Jesus is real, even since you were a boy.”
He was starting to get close to me, having his other hand stroking my crotch area. I was horrified, but I was also excited that I was going to get with Pastor Y/N again after all these years of craving for his touch.
“Kibum…” He was checking me off through my clothes, and I could see a small spark in his eyes. He saw something that he was looking for, and that was me. My young body that he wanted to use again. “…Please… may I pray for you?”
Suddenly, my mind went blank, unsure how to feel or to respond. Was he going to use me again, or was this bait created by my imagination which was so desperate that I generated my suffering by my thoughts?
After all the thoughts that ran through my mind, I agreed, holding both of my hands while we faced each other. His eyes closed, and so did mine. This used to be my everything as a child, being able to picture God clearly with his white-washed face and his gown. Nowadays, I see nothing. It was impossible to convince myself to see otherwise.
“Father in heaven, I thank you for being brother Kibum back into the Church.“ He started praying, in which he started becoming more preachy as every sentence occurred.
I felt his every nudge, every poke, and all the attempts he made to touch me in any way or form. He even managed to place his hand on my thighs while it was spread apart, causing me to be unable to close it.
He was getting deep into his prayer, and I was feeling slightly uncomfortable, but excited at the same time. This was what I was waiting for, or at least that was what I thought I needed. I wasn’t sure how to feel. Did I accomplish anything? Did I make things worse? Oh god… did I make anything worse?
But then… he slipped his hand under my pants, and all those thoughts left my mind.
It was just pure… silence. I was horny, I needed this, and I wanted this. It was exactly what I was looking for at this very moment… someone using me for their benefit. That was my guilty pleasure.
“Wow… your penis barely has changed!” Pastor Y/N went close to me, and I gulped as loudly as I felt like a cartoon character. I could feel that lust in his eyes, doing something that he shouldn’t have.
Then… his lips touched mine. There was no noise, just the sound of smooches and hums in between. He laid me down on the couch, kissing me more like I was a drug. He wasn’t afraid to use his tongue, which made him look attractive to me.
He pulled out, looking directly at me. “I know you’re a homosexual, Kibum.” That threw me off guard, but I owned my identity, so I claimed it as it was. He told me that we could pray again later, but he wanted to feel my gorgeous boy body.
Boy body…? What does he mean by that? Why would he exclaim that my body was one of a boy? Could it be that he still sees me as the kid he used? Either way, my vision of myself was still that young me, but with more clarity and less confusion. With my big age, I would’ve learned how to say stop. Nonetheless, it has been locked away in a treasure chest, and thrown out the window.
I didn’t feel a single guilt throughout all of it. He kept stripping off my clothes, showing my bare body to him, feeling our skin against each other’s. I knew it was Pastor Y/N, but a part of me was starting to gain some sort of attraction to him.
It was like… he wasn’t a Pastor to me… he was a childhood crush.
“Mmm yes… You’ve always been such a good boy…” He caressed my cheeks, while I felt his finger rubbing the lip of my anus.
“I’ll go and get the lube… I’ll be right back.” He kisses me on the forehead, before walking away to his room. I looked down to see my clothes on the floor, including my boxers that I had worn when it happened to me. I kept it after all this time since no matter how many times I tried to wash them, it still smelt like him…
Wait… why did I decide that this was a good idea? I mean, I knew I needed to get over it eventually, but was I doing too much?
It was a line that I didn’t know existed — at least for me anyway. I didn’t see a problem having sex with Pastor Y/N. In fact, it was my dream to have sex with him as an adult now that I know what he has done to me. Unfortunately for me, the fear and guilt came back to bite me in the ass, and now I was unsure of what would be the right choice for me. I felt like a mom nagging to myself and hating it because I had to wash the dishes.
Well, I already went this far so it would be far too late for me to give it up and go home. The least I could do would be to suck his cock and call it a day.
“Kibum, do you want to come to the bedroom?” He called me, to which I immediately complied regardless of any prior thoughts. I walked over to his room, where I saw a very neat room with a comfortable-looking bed and antique-looking pieces of furniture with fake plants around them.
“Come and sit here! I won’t hurt you!” My body began to vibrate, but was unsure whether it was a bad thing or not. But either way, I crawled over to him, with my butt facing him. I could tell it aroused him since he would open my butt cheeks so he would lick me there. Or… at least he would’ve due to my butt plug was in the way.
“I see you’re prepared for me, Kibum! Should I remove that for you?” I nodded my head quickly, and he did what he needed to do. He slowly pulled out my plug, in which I felt everything from the stretching to the rubbing on my prostate. When it was out, I could feel cold air going inside. That stopped when he put his warm fingers inside of me.
It… did feel good, and the way he was very gentle with me this time made me convinced that he might be in love with me. From the way he would lick me, to the type of treatment he was giving me. I knew that it wasn’t something that I wanted to take away from myself.
It was time for him to go inside me, and I opted to go into a missionary position so I could see him the whole time. My legs had to go all the way up to my shoulders, but it was still enjoyable. The moment he went inside, my moans started. He still felt very big inside, just like how it was before. The way he grabbed my legs when he wanted to go faster was something that was unexplainable.
“Mmm… you’re so amazing, Kibum. You’re so tight… you’ve always been tight… that amazing boy hole…” I didn’t take notice of what he said, but the way he gave me praise overpowered any outright creepy comment he might’ve said during the session.
His grunts were something I’d hear in a hentai. If anyone heard him for the first time, they would’ve assumed that he was a toxic top, when he was really a nice person who looked out for his bottoms. Meanwhile, I sounded like I was meowing. My voice may go from low to high, slow to fast, and quiet to loud very quickly. I could also be overstimulated, so curling into a ball would be something I’d do. A typical bottom.
The way he thrusts inside was something I could explain in detail. I could feel it every time he went deep, so much that we grunted at the same time. But when he goes faster, that would be when we go out of sync and I get crazier.
“Ahhh yes… your moans are so cute, Kibum…” I just love it when he says his name. It would always gives me goosebumps whenever he reminds me of my presence and how much it drives him insane.
I want this feeling to last forever, and I want it to be with him. He seemed so into me, that I forget about everything that happened before that very moment. It felt like this was a hookup date and that I met him on a gay dating app. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he has been on there for at least once. And even if he had sex with other boys like me, somehow he realised that I was the boy he needed.
He needed me more than anything. And I wanted him too.
“Yes…yes… I’m about to cum…” I begged him to place his manhood in my mouth, and he did just that. His white juices went all over my face while some went into my mouth.
He laid me down onto the bed, making me relax beside him. He was still cuddling me while he went soft. He kissed me on the cheek, before falling asleep. I glanced around the room like a lost child, and my sense of my mind slowly started coming back. A part of me couldn’t believe I agreed to have sex with Pastor Y/N, while at the same time, I was glad I did.
I don’t know… but I’d say that it was this strange feeling that always gets to me whenever I look back at this very moment.
content warning(s): mentions of cancer and chemotherapy, implied death, sex, public sex, usage of fem words such as pussy, clit, hole
author's notes: this is a request from a lovely friend of mine. i was waiting to try it out, but didn’t know how to go about it. i did a lot of research just to make sure that i represent people with cancer with the most respect by making sure that all information on the matter is as accurate as it could get. if there’s anything that i’ve done wrong, please let me know!
You had been sitting alone in the waiting room, waiting for when you could see your boyfriend again. You were holding flowers, as well as food since he hated what the nurses were giving him.
Once you were given the green flag, you were able to see a sick Jonghyun waving weakly at you. His hair was gone, he has gotten ridiculous skinny and unrecognisable within the last couple of weeks since you last saw him. The overwhelming feeling of emotions ran around you, but knew you needed to keep your composure just for your boyfriend.
“Y-Y/N…!” He smiled, obviously trying to make it seem like he was pushing through it as best as he could. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have much time left, and he wanted to spend his last moments with you.
Jonghyun was diagnosed with cancer just last year, and has been fighting for his entire life. His body used to be able to take the chemo treatments, but it started to act stubborn — like a toddler refusing to eat their veggies. He had been switching to stronger treatments, but no improvements. The doctors has tried all they could to spare his life, but they wouldn’t be so lucky with him this time.
You spent the whole time speaking to him about life, and what he always wanted to do before his time ran out. He always wanted to travel around the world, get married and spend the rest of his life with you.
Most importantly, he wanted to experience life’s best pleasures for the last time, and that was to have sex with you.
While looking sickly, he didn’t lose his kinkiness. He has always wanted to make love in public spaces such as a public restroom, changing rooms in a clothing store, a hidden area outside, anywhere possible where there was a possibility where he could’ve been caught.
That was when a thought raced his mind — in the hospital bed. Sure, it was super risky, and the risks of a nurse walking into them were very high. However, that further aroused him and made him want to do it more.
“Hey Y/N… can I ask you a big favour?” His tone slightly changed, seeing that his voice was slowly coming back.
“What is it, Jonghyun?” You went closer to his face, stroking his back as you placed his bald head closer to you.
“Would you be interested in… having sex with me one last time?” He slyly asked, yet his message went across as smoothly as your face expression changed from smiley to straight faced. You wasn’t sure if Jonghyun was being serious, or was just joking around. You knew about his public sex kinks, but this one feels a little too far for comfort.
“Y/N… I don’t even know if I could live another week… I don’t know if I’ll be able to beat this cancer once and for all…” Jonghyun words started to wobble, before sniffing every couple of words before he had to take in what he needed to say before saying it out loud.
“…I-I just wanna feel you again before I go… that’s my only wish.” Understanding how he was feeling, you also began to snivel at the thought of losing him. Your hands laid on his hand, as you feel his head onto yours.
You finally agreed to fulfil his wish before pressing onto his salty lips, immediately pulling out to wipe his eyes. You went into him again, going under his blanket to find his crotch. Jonghyun saw that you were struggling, and took his hardened cock out for you, holding your hand as you stroked it for him. He lifted up his blanket, poking through before he placed it down again for privacy.
You licked his tip, before slightly going deeper and deeper every single time. Once you reached balls deep, Jonghyun grunted underneath his breath, but quiet enough that nobody could speculate him.
You took your head out, when you felt a touch on your crotch. It was his fingers making your way through your clit, massaging it where he could see your face change. He couldn’t stand up, so he asked you to sit on him. You removed your pants before doing exactly that, and feeling him licking you like this was his last meal. It was like he accidentally levelled up the nervous system after telling it to grow up.
It was a next level experience, and you were starting to understand why he had a public kink. Every time you heard the shoe clicking sounds get louder, you felt the adrenaline rush to get off Jonghyun and pull your pants up. When the coast was clear, you went back on him with your pants down. The two of you would snicker like those high school sweethearts in a class, before going back to your business.
Once your pussy was all lubed up, you slid onto Jonghyun’s body, feeling his cock on your bare ass cheeks, twitching and tapping your skin. At this point, Jonghyun was excited to be inside of you, but he wasn’t able to move his hips as much as he would’ve.
You had no choice but to ride him — just to give him what he wanted.
You inserted his cock inside of your hole, feeling every single inch coming in and through you. Once you were balls deep, you started to slowly go up and down, and changed the pace as the friction was smooth enough to slip through.
You kept your mouth shut, even swallowing your own spit — just to prevent any noise from coming out of you while you felt your pussy tighten to hug Jonghyun’s cock, even causing him to have difficulty with not getting his grunts out there too.
He held your hand, kisses you as every spark of pleasure spurs his entire body like an electric shock. He kept your head close to yours, smirking in between with every chance he had.
“I’m going to… c-cum…” Jonghyun said softly, unable to control his audible moans. You were also reaching towards your climax, and had a hard time holding it in. You did let out a hearty shriek, as you felt his seed slooshing and gurgling from inside of your entrance.
You laid on his chest for a while, feeling Jonghyun stroking your back and his lips on your forehead. It was something that you knew you didn’t want to end just yet. It was just this moment that brought you so much joy and comfort, being with your boyfriend after all this time.
That was when it dawned into you, glazing over his missing hair, you accidentally bumping into his port, and his heart wrenching coughs. Tears formed in your eyes as you hear his heartbeat from your left ear. It didn’t sound normal, nor could you put a finger on what was going on.
You put your pants up, helped Jonghyun to dress him up so the both of you can report your concerns to a nurse that so happens to walk by his room.
It was that very moment, where a nurse came up to you to announce the worst possible thing she could’ve said upon entering.
“I’m sorry to say this… but your visiting time is over.” The nurse knew the sensitivity of having to separate two lovers — seeing Jonghyun’s face go blank in seconds.
“Can we spend a little bit longer… please…?” Jonghyun begged, even sobbing while holding your hand tightly.
“I’ll give you guys 5 more minutes.” She waited outside, while you and Jonghyun comforted each other — cuddling without letting go.
“I don’t want you to leave… what if I d-die tonight?” He continued to bawl, getting even louder as he gets closer to you. “What if this is the last time I get to see your face?”
“Relax Jonghyun…” You pat his head, lightly and softly. “You’re not going to die. I won’t allow that.”
After a while, you exchanged kisses with Jonghyun, before the same nurse escorted you out. You waved goodbye, seeing him with tears and suddenly losing his natural colours. For a spilt second, he seemed curled up, almost felt like he was a missing half.
Couple of days later, Jonghyun’s mother called. This would be the very moment your life would change forever.
