#sub!kibum

[astralsweetness]

Idk if you're writing for him, I saw you mention him, but if you are.. Shinee's Key for the drabble request, with degradation and humiliation? I just think he needs to be (consensually) insulted a bit you know.. 😳

You know what, why not Warnings: Ballgag, un-described bondage, humiliation, degradation that is harsher than the stuff i usually write (but isn't all that harsh anyway), reader's gender neutral but references having a dick/strap

The thing about Kibum is that he's loud, even outside of the bedroom, if he thought he was being slighted or cheated in some way.

And so, really, there was only one solution to this issue. His pretty pink lips are stretched tight around the ball gag, and though he's pinned you with a fierce glare you're unfazed by it. Saliva glistens on his lips and you distantly wonder how long it'll be before he's got a shiny trail of it on his chin, can almost envision the dark red he'll turn in embarrassment and shame at being made a mess of without you even touching him.

"You sure look angry, but isn't this relative silence nice? I don't have anyone spitting insults at me about how I'm not doing a good enough job or begging me to go quicker." And, oh, it's delicious the way his eyes widen when you mention him begging, like he wants to protest but can't because he's gagged. (And, regardless, he does beg.)

His fists are still clenched tight around the key you'd given him, his way of safe-wording with his mouth blocked, so you don't mind pushing a bit further. Your fingers toy nonchalantly with the head of his cock, ignoring the muffled cry he gives as you smear some of the wetness around his heated skin. "I guess there is a downside to this. I do love hearing you beg for my dick - even if I wanted to fuck your throat you'd beg for it, wouldn't you Kibum?"

Obviously he says nothing, but he shakes his head vehemently once he knows you're looking - even gagged with his dick leaking pre-cum he was a brat. No surprise there.

"Oh, don't lie to me sweetheart. You know you can't help yourself. My sweet little cock-slut, isn't that right Kibum?" His face has flushed scarlet at your saccharine insults, but still, he doesn't shy away from your hand caressing his cheek. Amongst all this fun there was still a tender line of connection between the two of you. "Maybe once I see some tears I'll take the gag out and let your mouth be of more use."

[alexsinsulin]

a lifetime and more

◚ requested by: anon

→ y/n proposes to kibum on their five year anniversary

✄┈ warnings/tags: very soft making of the love ( ˘ ͜ʖ ˘), fluff fluff fluffy, mutual unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool fellas)

↬ word count: 2.5k

↬ published: 02.01.21

↬ taglist: @vanillaknj @monscastle​ dm if you want added!

“where are we going?” the giddy man looked around him as he followed in the footsteps of his boyfriend, pestering the other.

“i want to take you on a nice dinner tonight.”

the man stopped in his tracks, causing his boyfriend to let go of his hand and turn toward him, eyebrows peaked at an angle that only introduced curiosity. “n/n,” he whined, “i should change into something prettier than—”

lips were planted upon his, rendering his words useless and insignificant. “honey, i bet you’d be the most radiant and beautiful person in there—hoodies, sandals, and all.” his smile melted away any insecurities kibum had, the man walking into y/n’s chest and nuzzling his face in his neck.

“five years and you still manage to make me blush,” he snorted, leaving a peck on the expanse of his boyfriend’s neck before taking his hand again and letting him lead the way.

“good evening, do you have a reservation with us?” y/n ignored the subtle glances the waitress took toward their apparel, nodding his head and giving her the name for his reservation. he knew they’d look a bit underdressed in this type of restaurant.

golden lights, warm ambiances, and the sophisticating low chatter and clinking of silverware against plates compared to two guests in casual clothing—underdressed might’ve been an understatement.

the reservation was a bit pricey, but not much could stop y/n from spoiling kibum, especially with how hard-working and deserving the man was. kibum had just received his honorary discharge from his required military service, so y/n wanted to take his time and just have a relaxing evening with his significant other; a nice, expensive dinner included.

“good evening, my name is soora and i will be your server this fine evening,” this girl was certainly much more bright and inviting than the other, a bright smile on her face as she explained the specials and introduced the different wines.

“we’ll take the finest wine you have, please.”

“i will bring that right to you,” she bowed her head, walking away.

y/n was startled by a light slap against his shoulder, “the finest wine—what if it’s expensive?”

the other only chuckled, grabbing kibum’s hand delicately and pressing his lips against his delicate fingertips. “nevermind the prices, just pick what you want and enjoy them.  the money spent is only worth it if you leave with a genuine smile on your face, besides, the night won’t end after this, my love.”

kibum’s eyebrows raised and a sarcastic smile captured his lips, “oh my gosh, when did you get so romantic. stop before i fall for you again,” he almost wanted to squeal at how cheesy his boyfriend was being, but he secretly loved it.

“i’ll only catch you again,” he winked.

when they both were finished eating, kibum having taken a few pictures of the two of them during their meal—faces glowing with full bellies and rosy cheeks from the copious amounts of wine they consumed—y/n told him about the walk he planned for them to take.

“you just knew i wouldn’t be sober, didn’t you?” kibum was huddled against y/n’s chest as they trudged along the sidewalk, arms wrapped around each other. it wasn’t the most comfortable and easy position, but it let them be as physically close as they could while no longer stationary. 

“i had a small hunch,” he pinched his fingers together, “do you want to walk the han river before we head back to my house?”

“you’re spoiling me so much tonight,” there was a cute pout on kibum’s lips as he squeezed y/n’s waist with his arms, stopping the both of them. 

“i just missed you is all. wanna make up for the time we couldn’t see each other.” y/n understood that all the public appearances kibum made as an idol and entertainer were time-consuming and he had no problem with it because, at the end of the day, he was still able to fall asleep with him in his arms. it was the painful and lonely eighteen months of mandatory military service that deprived the both of them of any source of comfort and romantic companionship.

as they walked along the river and the gradual settling of their stomachs decreased the overwhelming sensitivity of steak-and-wine-filled bellies, the patterned sloshing of the water just below them set a tranquilization so calming, it made the both of them forget their busy lives and just settle into the warm embrace that was their intimate relationship.

they had just come underneath a street lamp when y/n suddenly stopped walking. kibum was just about to ask what was wrong when y/n grabbed his hands and his grip tightened.

he inhaled a deep breath, trying to settle his nerves. the buzz from the wine was no longer in their systems, the walk burning the edge off, and it was at this moment that he wished it was still lingering in his veins because god he could die from nervousness. 

“kibum,” he started, the other just looking at him with the most innocent eyes. it was those eyes that told y/n everything he needed to hear at that moment; it’s okay, i’m listening. “baby, i’ve missed you so much the past two years and there wasn’t a single moment where i didn’t want to just,” he sucked in a breath of cold air as he tried to coagulate his thoughts into words, and kibum gently squeezed his hands, “where i didn’t want to just drop everything and run to you. every single thought i had included you; would he like this? how is he doing? is he sleeping and eating well? they’re not being too harsh on him, are they? is he missing me as much as i am him—because i missed you even when i was with you—and i don’t want to imagine another day without you? a day without your love, kisses, hugs, smiles, and even your nagging. we’ve only been together for five years, but it already feels like a lifetime, and i still feel like i haven’t fully entered the final steps of loving you with my all, so kim kibum,” he got down on one knee and that’s when the waterworks started for kibum—his eyes welled up and he bought a hand to his mouth.

“kim kibum, will you do me the god-given honor of spending many more lifetimes with me and be my husband?”

kibum didn’t even give it a second thought, because if there was one person he’d choose to spend forever with besides his members, it was surely y/n—the man who had been there for him since before he could remember.

“yes, yes, forever yes!”

y/n breathed in and already felt like a brand new man, standing up and pulling kibum into a tight, loving embrace. he pulled away slightly, taking kibum’s face in his hands and the both of them shared a watery laugh, y/n swiping at his stray tears before leaning in and gently kissing his (now) fiancé. 

after multiple rushed—and failed—attempts of unlocking the door to y/n’s condo, the door finally beeped, signaling their successful entry. as they made their way to his bedroom, clothing being stripped and left in a trail that openly explained what was to come and what was to be, their lips clashed in a fiery, intimate collision. soft pants and gasps left their mouths as they blindly found their way to the bedroom, it was when they reached the door that y/n pulled away, a soft smile on his lips as he noticed kibum chase his touch.

the eager man opened his eyes when he realized y/n wasn’t going to continue just yet. “what—“ his question died the moment his eyes came in contact with the room. the lights were dimmed and the blackout shades were closed, the bed decorated with rose petals. kibum smiled bashfully, feeling completely enamored and like a fool in love once again.

“do you like it?”

“i love it,” he leaned up to place his lips against y/n’s, letting him lift him into his embrace and carry him to the bed. neither cared that the petals that had been so delicately placed were now shattered into beautiful disarray—kibum was now what made it all so beautiful and captivating. 

y/n leaned down in between kibum’s legs to nip at his bare chest, taking his time to stain a loving touch to every crevice of his toned body. tonight wouldn’t be a night for roughness or speed-filled rushes. no, it’d be a night of passion, love, and admiration—and it’d be for one man and one man only, kim kibum, soon-to-be mr. (l/n) kibum.

the singer gasped out a light breath as his lover gently bit down on the flesh of his stomach, leaving a mark so delicate it’d be a shame to see it gone the morning after. kibum threaded his fingers into the hair on the nape of y/n’s neck, squeezing when his tongue explored particularly sensitive areas.

“please,” his tone was airy and he felt light-headed—drunk in love.

“tell me what you want, honey. there’s no teasing tonight, no begging, i’ll do whatever you want me to. just tell me and i’ll be more than happy to please you.”

kibum became overwhelmed with emotions; love, euphoria, ecstasy—so much so that a lone tear slipped from his eye and he had difficulty swallowing. y/n noticed, swiftly moving to hover over the man and place gentle, sweet kisses on his face.

“calm down, baby. breathe,” he hummed, coaxing kibum, “you’re alright. i’m here with you, you’re all good, right?”

kibum nodded his head, wrapping his palms around y/n’s wrists, “i’m sorry. i just… i don’t know how to explain it.” he stared into y/n’s eyes, falling even deeper at the caring gaze being reciprocated. “i love you. so much.”

y/n cracked a smile, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against kibum’s. he went to open his eyes when kibum’s voice spoke out in a whisper ever-so-soft.

“make love to me.”

a soft moan left his mouth when y/n tilted his jaw with his hand and kissed him deeply, feeling his tongue swipe at his lower lip, soon coming to suck against the prodding muscle. he could still taste the steak and wine from their dinner, and it only made him all the more hungrier, albeit this hunger could only be satiated by the taste of y/n.

his hips suddenly lifted as y/n fingered the waistband of his underwear, letting the man remove them. y/n removed his own, palming at his length. he went to grab a condom when kibum’s hand gripped his wrist.

“not tonight.”

“are you sure?”

kibum nodded, rubbing at the vein in y/n’s wrist with his thumb, “i trust you. do you trust me?”

“you don’t even have to ask that. my answer will always be yes.”

y/n let out a low grunt as he prodded at kibum’s waiting hole with a cold, lubed finger, watching it twitch at the temperature. kibum’s thighs shook in anticipation, but he never spoke up on his eagerness, wanting to continue as he asked; making love.

his body semi-jolted when a finger finally entered him, taking y/n’s free hand into his own and indulging in the arousing feeling. a soft whimper left his throat when y/n’s finger curved in him, creating a slightly tickling but pleasurable feeling.

when the time came where he could no longer stand the continuously shallow stretching and yearned for something more filling, he let out a grunt. “please, i need you.”

“i know honey, i just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt.” and kibum whimpered. because he was in such an intimate moment with the other, he just couldn’t bear to be his usual sarcastic self. he didn’t have it in him, knowing such behavior would overthrow the softest of moments for him and y/n. 

y/n lubed his length, rubbing the head over kibum’s hole, the other continually clenching and unclenching at the empty and teasing feeling. he went to complain when y/n thrust in softly, his head tilted back, and a relieved groan left his throat. “hands. hold my hands, please,” he whined out, already feeling overwhelmed.

y/n smiled, interlocking their fingers and leaning down to passionately kiss him. 

kibum was already almost there, completely overtaken with pleasure. this was their first time since before he enlisted. every time he took a leave and spent it with y/n, there was never enough time to go as far as taking a moment to just explore one another’s bodies again. there was always the thought and consideration that he had to return back to the base the next morning.

so they were left with the use of their hands and mouths, but this… since it was something they were deprived of for almost two years, it felt like experiencing a drug rush for the first time. 

it was almost like all caution was thrown out the window and they had all the time in the world. and truthfully, they knew they didn’t, but what did they care? right now, this was all they chose to know.

“ngh,” kibum gritted his teeth as his back arched, tightly squeezing y/n’s hands as the tingling in his stomach gradually increased.

“almost there?” y/n lightly panted, leaning down into a more penetrating position, resting himself on his forearms, kibum’s knees resting against his hips. kibum feverishly nodded his head, tears gathering in his eyes and waiting to fall.

“me too, baby. do you think you can wait for me?” he thumbed at kibum’s bangs, and in turn, he bit his lip and whimpered, clenching down hoping to bring y/n closer.

y/n sped up slightly, chasing his high so kibum could let go. he grunted as he dropped his head into the crook of kibum’s neck, “almost there. i’m almost there, honey, fuck.”

“n/n i can’t hold it anymore, please, ahh,” he cried out, lifting his hips to meet y/n’s thrusts. it was when y/n slowed to deep and powerful thrusts, caressing his neglected prostate, that kibum finally released, ropes of glistening white painting their stomachs and chests.

kibum’s body trembled as y/n continued his breath-taking thrusts, chasing after his high and riding him through his own. his arms wrapped themselves around y/n, fingertips dragging at the skin on his back as his own arched in painstaking pleasure when y/n wrapped a hand around his length. he let out a whining shout as y/n found his release, hips stuttering as he spilled into him. their chests heaved as y/n rode out his high and jerked him off, milking every last drop out of the both of them.

when kibum came back to his senses, y/n had already gone to start the bath. he lied there, not caring about the sticky feeling on his skin or the trickling feeling of y/n’s fluid, but all his attention was on his hand, a gaze of absolute affection overtaking his features. 

because on his fourth finger was his engagement ring.