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[kyuppings]

headphones on 🎧

Word Count: 440 | Oh Sion x Maeda Riku| Tags: Smut, Boyfriend!Riku, Boyfriend!Sion, Bratty Sion, Annoyed Riku, Blowjob, Drabble but not a "Drabble", Oneshot A/N: This Sion photo has me going insane so I had to write. It also took everything in my power to not title this Poppop...

“Why are these headphones so hard to unravel…” “That’s not the only thing that's har--” Riku gives him a playful yet aggressive slap directly to his thigh. “No shit Sherlock, now shut it before I decide to put my mouth to something else instead.” Sion just slyly giggles under his breath, “You’re really hot when you’re annoy--No please, I’ll shut up, please keep trying…”

Usually the feline boy has a little more patience but his stupid boyfriend was getting on his nerves while they were filming earlier too. “We literally have a schedule in 45 minutes, if you don’t let me focus were going to have to wait at least 6 more hours.” “Fine”, Sion relents. Pop! Finally, the wired headphones come undone. Sion wastes no time pushing his jeans down to his knees and Riku wastes no time putting his mouth to the outline of his bulge. “Mmmh!” Sion winces at the sudden contact, Riku’s saliva mixing with his pre-cum to create a huge wet spot on his boxers. “You’re sure taking your sweet time for someone in such a rush earlier…” Sion teases while biting his lip. He’s almost drooling at the anticipation of his boyfriend finally freeing his swollen cock. Riku makes a mocking scowl before proceeding to bite and drag his waist band down.

Just face to face with the pretty pink tip of his beautiful boy. Seeing him shudder as he licks a stripe from his balls all the way up feels him with satisfaction that nothing else can replicate. “Such a big boy, so good just for me…” “Yes baby, only you. Fuck…” Sion trails off as Riku springs into action, slowly taking his whole length in his mouth. “Just like tha--mmm…” Neither are too concerned about holding back their moans, good thing the rest of the members decided to go out for a convenience store run. With how loud it was you would’ve thought they were making a human centipede or something.

Speeding up the pace Riku starts to palm himself feeling Sion start to get closer to his climax, while praying that he doesn’t leak through his own jeans. “I’m so close…” Riku hmms in acceptance and that’s all Sion needs to come undone into a sweaty mess. Pop! “Thanks for the lip-gloss, too bad the stylists don’t get to appreciate it.” “Nah, this lip gloss is only for me to see.” They connect lips, tenderly, lovingly, messily. “However, I think your friend down there would appreciate some help.” Sion gestures towards the the bulge pressing against the taught denim of Riku’s jeans. Riku smirks, “I don’t think he’d ever say no…”

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[aruhimeswritingnest]

tidal wave

윳댕 / yutdaeng / yushi/daeyoung

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 ?

/ / /

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.

tbc.

[ohsuhlovelyold]

And they kissed ,,,,

[oscillovers]

in an effort to use tumblr the way i would if i didnt have twitter im going to promote my new fic here now:

did you see these pictures of renjun and go batshit crazy ?

same! i wrote 1.8k of renhyuck about it:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

featuring fun things like poolside blowjobs and hc being in love w renjun . enjoy!

[ohsuhlovely]

I miss them sm

[ginforink]

Love Song of the Sea Monster

Pairing: NoHyuck

Info: Rated M, 45K, 9 chapters

Tags: Mermaid Lee Haechan, Pirate Lee Jeno, Blood and Injury, Horror Elements, Minor Character Death, OC Major Character Death, No Neos were Harmed, Siren song

Summary - Every member of the crew knew the tales. A captured mermaid would give up the location of treasure troves, sunken or buried, in ransom for its freedom. The trick was to survive the mermaid.

They brought it back from the beach, the mermaid, a tan body with patches of sand on its legs and side from the island’s high tide line where they’d found it, just brown hair and lines of salt on its shoulders from drying seawater. Its lips cracked dry.

“We kill it or we let it make us rich men,” the captain said to the crew of thirty gathered on the deck. The mermaid lay in a heap by the mizzen, men with drawn sabers gathered about it. “I’ve been ready for this chance ten years.”

The crew cast their lots, and Jeno voted to keep it alive, if only because he’d be the one to wash the blood from the deck if the verdict was death. They tied by number, and so the captain had the final say.

They put it out of the way next to Jeno while they brought the captain’s glass box from below and filled it with buckets drawn up from the aquamarine waves. Jeno gazed at the thing’s tan skin on a deck the same color, brown hair on skin the same color. Braided seaweed clung tightly to its upper arms.

Jeno sat in the shade of the sail to repair the old mainsheet, rough rope catching between his fingers where the skin was softer. He’d never seen a mermaid, and didn’t quite believe this was one. It looked too soft to be the kind of creature that ate men, too young. Most of the crew had thicker arms and stronger legs. The young man at his feet had soft hands and unscarred skin, vulnerable places undefended from the stares of the crewmen.

Its eyelids cracked open as Jeno stared. It coughed. Brown lashes caked together with brine popped apart. Lips that peeled dry parted over a parched gasp.

It looked up into Jeno’s face with eyes the vivid blue of open water, water far from shore, far bluer than any water for miles across the shallow tropical sea they’d been sailing over for weeks.

Its lips moved. A bare whisper made its way over the creaking deck and laughter of crew-men. wa—wate—

Jeno pulled out the grog flask kept behind baskets of spare rigging where the shade stayed dark and cool. He put it to the thing’s mouth, tipped it up, let grog spill over its lips. Those deep blue eyes clenched shut. It flinched away. The brown spilled wet down it’s chin, turning it dark and shining. It wiped a slow hand over its lips, and silver flashed between its fingers. The ivory spikes of shark sharp teeth ringed its grimace.

“’ey, fool! Don’t let it drink while it’s still out here,” Captain Rosa snapped. The deck groaned under his stomping boots. The sharp points of his mustache matched the winging lapels of his maroon coat.

“You want it to die of thirst?” Jeno asked.

“It don’t need to drink,” Captain Rosa snapped. “Not in its honest form anyway.” He knelt down and seized its chin, forcing its mouth open. “You’ve already turned its teeth,” he said. He shoved its head back against the deck and it cringed against the rigging baskets. “Boys, watch your fingers,” he said.

Two of them lifted it up, easy and careless as if they held a bag of rice. The box they’d prepared was a beautiful prism of steel and glass with a lid that angled inwards like a cut gemstone. The captain had ordered it placed up on crates and nestled with sandbags just between the doors of his cabin, under the upper deck and out of the sun. A ballast of salt water already licked over the open edges with the ship’s rocking. Low and long, it could have been the coffin of a god.

As the crewmen drew near the box, its deep blue eyes fluttered open, its slack jaw widened like the maw of a shark. The man holding its legs yelled as its head tipped back and fastened leechlike onto the bosun’s bulging arm. Blood spilled over its jaw like juice crushed from a ripe orange. The red spilled down into the mermaid’s hair and stretched the flesh of one tan ear into a spindly arch.

They shoved it into the box, ripping it out of the bosun with a spray of red, and the glass box bloomed.

A massive serpentine tail flashed silver in the sun. Pink frills undulated through the water. A webbed hand with clawed fingers hit the glass so hard that the scarred and battered crewmen flinched back. The lid slammed. The iron latch that pinned the lid fast shut slid home and turned. Scales and fin boiled inside.

It stilled. Blue eyes pressed to the glass, not so changed from the body that lay on the deck as the snakelike body that twisted like a rope around itself. Its face remained sweet but for the second eyelid blotting out the blue and the way its hair had turned to pink tendrils. An unmistakable human terror twisted its mouth around teeth still seeping blood. Across the deck, Jeno’s own terror echoed it. The bosun kicked the glass over its face and again, the water boiled.

Please see the title for the full fic.

[theyutettes]

2 b a d d i e s 1 h o l e

on ao3

ship: yuta x mark x johnny

rating: explicit

word count: 4,159

tags: canon compliant, smut, threesome, double penetration, top mark, bottom yuta, vers johnny

summary: Yuta gets tag-teamed by his boyfriends.

“You’re so tiny, Yuta,” Johnny says, lips skating over his rim. He spreads out his two fingers, tongue darting out to slide into the space between them. With his free hand, he pushes Yuta’s legs even further apart, then carefully pushes in a third finger. Mark leans down, scraping his teeth along Yuta’s pecs, teasingly close to his nipples, but never actually touching them.

“Hyung’s right. He can barely get three fingers in you.”

Johnny curls his fingers, licking messily over Yuta’s rim. “I don’t think we’re both gonna fit, baby.”

[aruhimeswritingnest]

sleepily, tenderly

onri / 숀쿨 / sion/riku

general, no archive warnings apply, fluff, established relationship, domestic fluff

based on my fanart here :3

/ / /

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.

He was still there when Riku woke up by himself.