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channiebbang · 3 years

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synopsis: a cute first date along the night market and the bustling streets of Seoul. A little spark lightens up between laughs, blushing faces and fluttering stomachs.

characters: Mark, Jackson, Main Character

pairing: University Senior!Mark x Univeristy student!MainCharacter

genre: a shit load of fluff

word count: 2.7k

warnings: none

author’s note: this is by far one of my most fluff works lmaoo I'm sorry if there are any mistakes hehe

Y/n shivered as the chilly breeze caressed her bare arms. It wasn't a cold evening at all, the light wind felt nice, but she had been standing for some time now, and her sleeveless dress wasn't helping. She refrained from checking the time on her watch, having done that three times already in the last minute.

She thought at how she came to be in this situation. Dressed in a somewhat semi-fancy dress, a couple of steps away from a fancy restaurant.

Mark Tuan. Her university senior of three years. He was all everyone talked about, kind of like the "It boy", if you will. And for good reasons too. He was polite, soft spoken, gentle and a ball of positivity to be around. Everyone loved him. Professors, deans, students, everyone.

Girls drooled over him, boys admired him. He received confessions left and right from girls and the occasional boys. He had it all. Or so it seemed.

See, Mark may have been showered with attention on the outside, and to some extent he was grateful for all the nice words everyone said to him, but he didn't really feel a connection with anyone other than his few close friends.

In fact, the guy was careful who he talked with and what he said. He was a very reserved person and although he was very respectful he also liked being respected. He knew most of the people that tried to befriend him didn't do it because they actually wanted to be friends. It was either because his dad was rich or it was because being Mark Tuan's friend is benefitting. Words he had actually heard someone say. Or people wanted to date him because in the three years he had been in the university nobody had seen him with anyone that could've been labeled as his girlfriend. So the ladies wanted a piece of him. They wished.

So when he, not only showed interest in Y/n but asked her out everyone was stoked. Out of nowhere a junior had been asked out by Mark. Nobody ever saw the two together, nobody ever saw the two even talk. But once someone overheard Jackson asking one of Y/n friends for her number for Mark, the news spread like wildflower. And you bet your ass Mark didn't speak to Jackson for a solid day, no matter how many times Jackson whined that he was just trying to be a good wingman. In the end he gave in because, c'mon, it's Jackson Wang we're talking about, how could he stay mad at him when he was just trying to help out.

But it's not like Mark landed a date the first time he asked, no sir. In fact, y/n had ignored his dm's when he reached out on Instagram, not wanting to get involved with someone so much on the spotlight. She didn't like attention at all, she had two friends and she was happy to go unnoticed at university.

Of course she knew who Mark was and of course she found him breathtaking, I mean it's not like she was blind and lived under a rock. She knew of his more than good reputation but even then she didn't want to be involved with him in any way. She wanted to focus on her studies, thoroughly.

Because she had two great friends, it was obvious that they didn't agree with her decision and tried to persuade her countless times when she told them that Mark had slid into her dm's. She refused.

So a couple of days had passed when the two groups crossed each other in the hallway and of course y/n's lovely friends decided to greet Mark and his friends, lying later that it was just to show their respect to their senior.

Mark on the other hand was very glad because he had taken it upon himself to greet y/n separately, flashing one of his million dollar smile. She stared at him for a couple of seconds before she bowed her head and muttered a greeting.

When she went back to her shared apartment that night she had been doing homework, well tried to do her homework, because a certain Mark Tuan refused to leave her mind. She felt guilty about not replying to him. It had already been a couple of days but she felt bad because she feared she was being rude.

So, before she changed her mind, she took her phone and replied to his text. And that was how she spent more than three weeks texting with him. She had to admit, Mark was fun to talk to. In that short period of time he somehow managed to soften her up.

He had always a funny remark ready, always ready to help her with her studies, even when she refused thoroughly, worried that it would take away time from his own studies.

So there she was, she had finally accepted his request to go eat something. So she was clad in a soft lilac dress waiting for a certain senior to show up.

It was two minutes later when a car stopped on the side of the road, Mark quickly climbed out of the back of the car after muttering some instructions to the driver and walking to y/n.

Now, y/n knew about Mark's good looks, but this. This was straight up rude. He was dressed in a turtle neck and a long coat and he was breathtakingly gorgeous. So obviously, she gaped at him and totally missed his greeting. Mark chuckled, a wide grin spread on his lips as he waved a hand in front of her eyes. She blinked rapidly clearing her throat, blushing hard when he giggled at her flustered face.

"Hi," he greeted again, "Sorry, I'm late. There was an accident on the way and I had to take another street," he apologized, a mortified smile adorning his features. Y/n smiled shaking her head.

"That's okay, I wasn't waiting for long anyway," she assured him, Mark nodded before throwing a glance at the entrance of the restaurant. A slow blush creeped up his neck and tainted his ears a bright red. Y/n tilted her head sideways, concern written all over her face.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her fingertips lightly brushing over his elbow as he cleared his throat, eyes falling back on her. He found himself staring at her, only then noticing how pretty she looked in her dress and styled hair. He smiled fondly at the white sneakers on her feet, contrasting the rest of her outfit.

"Yup," the tall guy smiled, eyes crinkling, y/n found herself smiling too. She nodded.

"I think I'm way past my reservation time," Mark muttered in embarrassment, fingers scratching behind his ears as he gave y/n an awkward laugh. The blushing explained. Y/n looked at him amused.

"Oh," she mumbled looking back at the entrance of the restaurant before looking back at Mark, a smile on her face.

"How about some street food?" She whispered excited, Mark stared at her, mouth hanging open. Her eyes were sparkling, the widest grin he had ever seen on her graced her lips. She oozed of excitement and adrenaline. Maybe Mark stayed in that position for too long because Y/n's expression slowly fell.

"...or maybe not?" She said unsure, her statement sounding like a question. Was Mark uncomfortable with street food? Her eyes shifted at the high class fancy restaurant and she mentally face palmed. Of course he would be, look at where he wanted to bring you and think about what you offered, ugh.

She felt mortified. She shuffled on her feet, uncomfortable and embarassed to have his eyes on her. She cleared her throat and Mark seemed to come back alive.

"Yes," he breathed out, holy fuck, what was that? He thought. He felt like time had stopped for a couple of seconds too long. Y/n looked at him confused.

"What?" She muttered, eyes wide in confusion. Mark chuckled.

"Let's get street food, I know a market not too far from here. It's a bit crouded but it comes alive at night, let's go," the boy blabbed, before taking a hold of her wrist and starting to walk down the street. Y/n was left dumbfounded, she couldn't grasp onto what just happened.

She stared at Mark, trudging behind him. His long legs taking big strides to where she had to jog a bit to keep up, she didn't complain though. His hand had her wrist in a soft grasp, tight enough not to let her slip away but loose enough not to hurt her.

His dark hair bounced at every step he took, the big smile on his face lighting up his face and his surroundings in a mesmerizing way. Or was that just in her head? She didn't mind though.

Mark, right there, resembled more to an excited child opening up his birthday presents rather than the semi-serious senior she had sometimes seen on campus.

She seemed to come back to her senses when she noticed Mark had been standing on the side of the road, waiting for the streetlight to turn green. One hand in the pocket of his coat while the other still had her wrist in grasp. Mark turned to her and flashed a smile at her, automatically she sent one back.

"We're not too far from it, you'll love it," he assured her, slowly bouncing on his heels, excited.

"Do you go there often?" She asked, just as the light turned green.

"Yupp, usually I'm with Jackson and Yugyeom. Sometimes Jinyoung joins. Oh, and Jaebum too, he's the one who showed us this place," Mark explained, a fond smile on his face when talking about his friends. Y/n smiled up at him.

"You guys seem to be close," she pointed out. Mark sent her a huge grin. The proud look on his face mesmerizing.

"Uhhuh, we've stuck together since middle school," he nodded, "Although, Yugyeom joined us when we were in high school, he's the youngest but we met him in the playground we used to go to play basketball. He was freakishly tall for being so young, we thought he was our age until he started calling us hyung, then we found out he was like 3-4 years younger," Mark laughed, the sound so painfully adorable even y/n found herself chuckling and smiling at him.

"Oh! We're here. Stay close, it's crowded," Mark smiled at her as she nodded. They walked into the market, looking at the various stalls.

Mark, even though on the outside he looked completely fine, was dying on the inside. He had been holding on her wrist for a long time. Was it weird? Did she feel uncomfortable? Was it rude? Is he dumb? What the heck? All these thoughts were running wild in his mind. But nonetheless, he didn't particularly want to let go of her, so he didn't. Don't ask him where that courage boost came from because he didn't know.

He slowly let go of her hand and y/n would be lying if she didn't feel disappointed. What? Well sure, it's not like she wanted to go on a date with him at first but Mark had a way with people and she surely understood now why so many people liked him. Mark Tuan, despite his reputation and all the love he received from people, was a humble gem. He was ordinary, the kind of ordinary that makes you feel comfortable and at ease.

A blush crept up the duo's necks when Mark took a hold of y/n's hand. Mark stopped breathing for a second, testing the waters. Seeing if she'd pull back. But she didn't, and so he engulfed her hand in his. She looked the other way, hoping, wishing, she wasn't blushing too much.

"Hey," Mark whispered, tilting his head down to her height so that she could hear him.

"Huh?" She hummed, turning back around to look at him. Only her movement was a bit too fast, and before he could retreat to his previous height, her face was right in front of his. Her breath hitched in her throat, his features more clear, vivid, at the close proximity.

Mark straightened up, clearing his throat. He cursed under his breath, before taking a deep breath and turning to face her with a cheeky smile on his lips. He raised their clasped hands and shook it a bit.

"Hope you don't mind?" He giggled adorably, the sound making y/n forget about their previous awkwardness. She shook her head.

"I don't," she smiled at him.

The two walked along the stalls of the market, laughing and enjoying their time and food. They stopped at many stalls to try various things. Mark was glad that y/n wasn't one of those stuck up girls that didn't know how to enjoy this kind of places. The loud atmosphere, the tight and crowded street, the warm air, the strong smell of food. He was glad he could share this with someone that like him, didn't mind all those things.

Mark looked at the girl walking one step infront of him. She had tied her hair up with a clip, a couple of loose strands framing her face, her bag was hung across her chest so she had both of her arms free. His coat, too warm for the already hot air, was thrown over her bag. He had told her he could have just carried it on his arm but she insisted that he needed both of his hands to eat.

He looked at her as her eyes scanned over the stalls they walked past. Her eyes were shining with amazement, a wide smile lit up her face. In a way, he was glad he was late and his reservation got cancelled. He had a feeling they wouldn't have had this much fun if they had dined there.

Mark kept his eyes on the girl, it was happening again. As clichè as it sounds it felt as if time slowed down, all the noise around him seemed to fade away, everything sounded as if he was underwater, everything but her blurred out. It was as if he was looking at her through a camera lense and he had focused only on her, everything else just a meaningless background that he didn't particularly care about. All he could see was her.

Her beautiful smile, her shining eyes, the hair strands framing her face, her collarbones, the thin necklace adorning her neck. All he could focus on was her. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, he couldn't understand this feeling at all. But he didn't want it to end, he wanted to drown in this feeling, this emotion, he wanted it to always be like this. If he knew what the feeling of being drugged was, this was it.

If happiness and contentment had come his way, he didn't know, but he hoped. He really hoped this was it. He hoped that feeling of being full of something, feeling warm inside, that everyone talked about, that happiness that people associated with various things, he hoped he had finally found it. And fuck, if that was what happiness and contentment and being at home felt like, god, he wanted to feel like this everyday.

Y/n scolded herself mentally as Mark took her hand in his again. His eyes were focused somewhere else, his action seemed spontaneous and if it wasn't, y/n wouldn't know and she was okay with not knowing. She smiled as she too averted her eyes around herself.

She scolded herself for not answering Mark's dm earlier, she scolded herself for not going on a date earlier but then again, maybe that is exactly why this felt so good. Maybe letting things happen at their own pace was the right thing to do.

So she told herself not to ponder about what was already in the past too much, she told herself to enjoy her time with Mark now and for as long as she could.

She didn't know why and how Mark made her feel so comfortable and how she felt at ease around him. But she did and surprisingly that's all that she found important. She told herself not to overthink what was happening and to just let everything happen on its own.

Their laughter mixing with the loud chatter and laugh of the people around them as they enjoyed their silly banters and jokes. The chilly breeze didn't feel so cold anymore as y/n walked beside Mark, hand in hand, arms pressed against each other, as they talked about what to try next.

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vesuviannights · 5 years

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10 seems kinda angsty....with Asra/Lucio/female or GNC MC? Please I adore your writing 😭

ARE YOU PREPARED FOR SOME ASRA/LUCIO/YOU ANGST??? oml my feelings are raging from Lucio’s most recent update, but also I’m just…an absolute fucking slut for angsty, slightly possessive polyamorous relationships? Like…two amazing people both want to smoosh me between them and fuck me senseless, spoil me with orgasms and love and soft kisses on my cheek aaaAAAAAHHAHHHHHHH!

anyway heres Wonderwall one for all you Asra and Lucio thots.

Lucio/You/Asra. Female or AFAB reader. Lemon.

Lucio drags you into a room at a palace party, suspiciously close to where Asra is, with every intention of making your Master back off. As with most of Lucio’s ideas and plans, that’s not how it ends up going.

Green Line Killers series: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

The party is too quiet for this. For Lucio’s hands to be buried in your hair and pulling almost painfully tight, for him to be fucking you with abandon and without care for whoever may step into the room and see you, legs spread, bent over the desk, tears stinging your eyes from the delicious force of his throbbing cock ploughing into your aching cunt.

Normally raging into the early hours of the morning with drunken guests and the finest musicians Vesuvia has to offer, this party is unusually subdued. The guests are not quite as drunk, the music is not as loud. If it were any other party, you might blame the weather, the moon, the absence of Valerius and his thirst for drama.

But you know better. You know that when it comes to Lucio, everything is by design—that he chose to send Valerius on business, that he made the staff bring up the liquor with the lower alcoholic concentrate, that he kept his guests a little too sober with copious amounts of food.

And he most definitely chose the room closest to where Asra was lingering in the main hall, talking to Nadia about his most recent travels.

“Oh! Oh, fuck—Lucio—” His name is a hiss on your lips, your jaw clenched painfully tight from your efforts to keep your voice low.

He tugs a little harder on your hair to expose your neck. His teeth find the delicate skin just below your ear and sink down, causing you to yelp as a hot line of arousal shoots straight to your core. Outside, you hear Asra’s voice falter for a moment, trying to discern what he heard, before resuming his story.

“Lucio!” You gasp, voice hushed. “Lucio, please, he’s going to hear—”

You slap a hand over your own mouth to stifle your moan as he drops his hips, changing the angle but not the pace, still fucking you brutally and without reprieve. He growls and smacks your hand away, pinning it to the table with his own.

“I want him to hear us,” he hisses in your ear. “Maybe then your precious Master will get the message that I don’t share my pet.”

Your throat goes tight at the thought of Asra walking in and finding you, jaw open, beads of sweat budding on your collarbone, tits bouncing as Lucio fucks you from behind. From where he would be by the door, he would even be able to lower his gaze to where Lucio’s cock is stretching you open, your thighs slick with the evidence that you’re enjoying it, that Lucio’s cock—though it comes with no obvious declarations of love—is something you crave, something you could not live without.

The Count of Vesuvia is petulant at best, a child when it comes to you, his wicked little toy, his precious pet. Oh, he loves you, though he would never use the words out loud and chooses to show you in other ways. But his love, his petulance, means that no one else can love you, not even from afar and in no shape or form.

“Go on, pet,” he murmurs in your ear. “Call him in. Let him know exactly who is in here and what we are doing.” His golden hand connects with your ass with a painful smack, and you cry out Lucio’s name, strangled and raw.

You close your eyes before it can happen. Before you hear that final, permanent pause in Asra’s voice. Before you hear the curtain ruffle as it is moved aside. Before you hear his inscrutable intake of breath at the sight of you, flushed cheeks and swollen lips, and what is no doubt a proud, victorious smirk twisting Lucio’s lips.

“Asra!” His name falls from your lips in a gasp, faster than you can stop yourself. Your eyes open; he is just inside of the door, hands balled at his sides. “Asra, please don’t—” He looks like he wants to look away from the scene, but your gaze—the love and raw emotion he always found there, that he so adored about you—was keeping him in place.

Wordlessly, you reach out for him—because as selfish as Lucio’s needs to keep you to himself are, your heart in this moment feels too big for one person—and Asra steps forward, his eyes burning.

From the other side of the desk, one hand bunched in your askew clothes, he kisses you. His tongue delves into your mouth, claiming you there, marking you, while his other hand reaches down to delve into your folds and roll your clit between his fingers.

You keen, your entire body shaking, babbling, begging. Both their names roll off your tongue like a prayer you fear will never be answered. Lucio behind you, fingertips leaving bruises in the flesh of your hips as he fucks you hard enough to bruise you inside, too. Asra, his eyes soft as his words, encouraging you while Lucio fucks you, ruthless and unforgiving.

You feel Lucio’s hot breath tickle the sensitive skin of your neck as he leans in, catching your earlobe between his teeth and pulling on the small stud there.

“If you must have him, pet,” he tells you, voice laced with a lethal edge. “Then you can. I want you happy. I want you loved, cared for.”

You take hold of Asra’s wrist, leaning into his hand as he continues to draw you toward the edge with a touch that makes your eyes sting. It’s so careful, so slow, his words of encouragement—that’s it my love, so beautiful, so wonderful—countering Lucio’s pace almost violently.

You take Asra’s thumb into your parted lips, swirling your tongue around it, sucking gently. He watches with hooded, slightly unfocused eyes, the action drawing a quiet little moan from his throat.

“Touch him, pet,” Lucio tells you. You release Asra with a small gasp, your eyes moving down to his crotch. “Do you see how hard he is? He loves you so much, the sight of you getting fucked into oblivion—jaw open, tits bouncing—makes him ache for you, even if it’s all being done by a man he hates. Touch him. Make him come, and then maybe I’ll let you come.”

You reach down, fumbling with the button of Asra’s trousers before pulling him free, his cock heavy and hot in your palm. His head goes back with a whispered prayer in a language you don’t know, and he pushes his hips into your hand, murmuring your name so softly it makes your throat go tight.

You stroke him, two hands pulling in rhythm with Lucio’s thrusts into your aching cunt. The warmth in your lower belly is almost excruciating, your thighs trembling from your need to come. You wish you could lean forward and take Asra into your mouth, taste the saltiness of him on your tongue, but you can barely get the words out to voice your desires.

As though sensing your desperation, Asra places his forehead to yours, holding you there with a hand and his gaze.

“Yes, that feels so good,” he breaths, his hips thrusting up into your hand, his cock twitching as you run your thumb over the tip of him. “My love, make me come, make me—”

He lets out a strangled moan as his seed spurts over your hand, your stomach, your chest, his motions jerking, uneven as he whispers your name over and over.

As soon as he breathes out, Lucio releases a growl and pushes him away. Asra stumbles, falling into the chair behind him as Lucio rips you away from the desk and slams you into the wall, fucking you furiously from behind.

You come—screaming, shaking, crying—in a matter of moments, and he follows soon after, his warm seed filling you, dripping out of you onto your shaking thighs when he pulls out.

When he pulls away, you turn your head to find Asra’s gaze. You are both panting, both wide-eyed and shaken by the realisation of something new. The realisation of who you were now: not just two people joined by one heart, but two people joined by someone you never thought possible.

“Clean yourselves up before you come back to the party,” Lucio tells you as he tucks himself back into his trousers and fixes the collar of his coat. “Perhaps if you figure yourselves out fast enough, we can continue this once I’ve seen my guests off.”

He winks before he leans in to place a soft kiss to your cheek, one that tells you more about his warm heart than he’d ever be comfortable saying out loud. He makes his way through the curtain and back to the party, leaving you alone with Asra, come dripping down your thighs and stomach, lips trembling as you try to decipher what the future now holds.

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aqlemonade · 5 years

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Everybody’s Throwing A Temper Tantrum - Biadore

Prompt: Adore throws a tantrum that Bianca’s away so long for Jamie so Bianca flies over for 24 hours to comfort her 😜(& give her a spanking for being a brat)

AN: If you guys saw my other post you know this might the last thing I can post for a while. I didn’t get much editing time unfortunately, but I hope you guys still enjoy it! No read more because I’m on mobile.

Danny pouted at Roy through the computer screen. “You’ve been gone for so long,” he sulked.

“I know, Angel. I’m really busy these next couple of months.”

Danny hated hearing that. He gave Roy a dirty look, crossing his arms over his chest. “Come home.”

Roy chuckled. Danny was always one for the dramatics. “I wish I could.”

“You can.”

“Baby, if I could I would. You know that.”

“You can,” Danny repeated. “Nothing’s stopping you.”

“Nothing but back to back shows. Angel, I don’t have time to fly between countries when I have a show every night,” Roy tried to explain calmly. He knew how upset Danny could get when he was lonely and missing him.

“Oh, so you just don’t have time for me. That’s nice.”

“Don’t twist my words, I never said that. I don’t have time for an international flight in between shows that are barely twenty four hours apart. I told you before I left we weren’t gonna be able to see each other for a while. Don’t be a brat, Dan.” The younger sat there with his pout and folded arms. He knew Roy was right, but he couldn’t help how he was feeling.

The couple sat silently. Danny refused to talk, or even look at Roy. The older man rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna hang up if this is how you wanna behave. You’re wasting the little bit of time we do have together.”

“Fine. Hang up, I don’t care,” the crack in his voice lead Roy to believe otherwise.

Roy sighed, “Danny—“

“No, I’m going to bed. Good luck with all your gigs that are so much more important than me.” Danny exited out of their Skype call with tears rolling down his face. In true Adore fashion, when Danny was upset he ran to twitter; Something Roy had told him to stop doing a long time ago.

Within minutes of their call ending Roy’s phone blew up with notifications from Adore’s account. He always kept them on so he could check on Danny if he ever tweeted something troubling. Roy never got the appeal of dumping all your feelings onto social media in-front of thousands of people instead of confiding

in your friends, but it was Danny’s thing. He felt safer opening up to the world than opening up to someone face to face.

A string of tweets about how he’d been fucked over, lonely and alone, and would probably never find love poured in. Danny tweeted about loving someone who couldn’t give less of a shit about him. The rant ending in some shade about how people make time for the things that they want.

Roy shook his head. He knew Danny could be dramatic, but this was overkill.

Willow 😍🌸💘

Really? Twitter?

Willow 😍🌸💘

Was that fucking necessary?

Danny ❤️

It got your attention didn’t it :)

Willow 😍🌸💘

Absolute brat

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Danny arrived home after an afternoon of shopping. He picked up some new clothing for Adore, rarely ever buying himself anything when he went out. His wardrobe consisted of years old t-shirts and fan gifts.

The bags of drag hit the floor when he saw Roy standing by his couch. He swore every time he saw the man he became more attractive. Danny leaped into his arms, the two embracing each other in a tight hug. “You fucker!” Danny said. “What was all that bullshit about how you couldn’t make a flight here between shows?” Danny asked with a smile; He certainly wasn’t complaining.

“I have two days off,” Roy cupped Danny’s cheek. “I was trying to surprise you, but you just have to be a brat all the time,” Roy’s fingers moved to Danny’s jaw, gripping the bone painfully.

Danny started to get excited, he bit his lip as his eyes grew dark.

“You know what brats get, right?”

The younger nodded eagerly. “They get a spanking,” he said in a voice that sent shivers up Roy’s spine.

“They get a spanking,” Roy repeated, slipping a finger into Danny’s mouth that his lover happily sucked on.

“You look beautiful,” Roy growled, watching Danny intently as he took another finger between his lips.

“Do want my hand? The paddle? A belt?” Roy pulled his fingers out of my Danny’s mouth so he could answer.

“Your hand, Daddy. I wanna feel you,” Danny breathed.

Roy nodded at him, taking a seat on the couch. “Take your clothes off,” Roy ordered. Danny quickly shimmed out of his shorts and ripped up shirt. He didn’t bother trying to be sexy, he wanted to be with Roy as soon as possible. He’d save the strip tease for another time.

Danny knew the routine, Roy didn’t have to tell him to get across his lap before he did so. Softly, Roy caressed Danny’s bare cheeks. “You know the safe word?”

“Mhm,” Danny nodded.

“Let me hear it, Princess.”

“Pizza.” Danny actually, genuinely hated their safe word. He always wanted to change it, but Roy was too nervous that one of them would forget it to allow him to.

“You can use that whenever you need to, okay? For a break, to completely stop, anything. I’ll always stop when you want me to,” Roy reassured Danny. It was the same speech every time, but the younger appreciated it. Roy’s words made him feel secure, and washed away any doubts he had about using their safe word.

“I know, Daddy. I’m ready,” Danny consented to the start of their scene.

“Okay, Princess. I love you,” Roy gave Danny’s ass a mild squeeze.

The younger hummed as Roy kneaded his ass. “I love you too, Daddy.”

Roy always liked to give Danny sweet touches before they started. He stroked Danny’s hair, watching his gorgeous eyes roll back at the contact. His fingers ran down his spine to the moon tattoo on his ass, tracing the design. They caressed his inner thighs. “Have I told you how much I love this tattoo?” Roy asked, poking at the seahorse tat on the side of his thigh.

“Not yet.”

“Well, I do,” Roy leaned down to kiss a random spot on Danny’s back. “It’s sexy.” Danny couldn’t help but to giggle at the compliment.

A giggle turned into a gasp when Roy’s fingers slipped between his asschecks to rub his hole. Danny whined, grabbing the pillow next to him to bury his face into. Roy’s free hand disappeared between Danny’s legs to squeeze his balls, making Danny choke.

“You’re teasing me,” the younger complained.

“I am,” Roy said with a devious laugh. The sound going straight to Danny’s cock.

When Roy removed his hands from him Danny’s body started twisting in anticipation. Roy’s favorite thing was watching Danny wait for and anticipate the first spank. A hand came crashing down against Danny’s right cheek, not making him hold out for too long. A loud yelp sounded from Danny, a combination of the harshness and unexpectedness of the hit.

Roy smirked down at him, his hand flattened over the red mark forming on Danny’s cheek. “That was one. How many do you want?”

“Twenty.”

“No, that’s too much. What about ten, Babygirl?”

“Fifteen,” Danny tried to compromise.

“You get ten, then we’ll see how you feel after that, okay?”

“Yes, Da-“ Danny’s words broke off into a moan as the second hit landed on his left cheek. His balls started to throb from the excitement.

“What was that?” Roy mocked him playfully. “Yes, what?”

Danny whimpered, “Yes Da-“ And again. Roy’s hand made contact with the exact spot on his right cheek that he had slapped before. Danny whined and squirmed in Roy’s lap. “Stop doing that!” Another spank followed immediately for talking back. Danny cried out, putting his face back into the pillow.

“Remember what got you into this in the first place. Stop being a brat.” Danny nodded, mumbling something in a high pitched voice that Roy couldn’t hear. “Was that the safe word?” He questioned.

“No,” Danny lifted his face for a moment so Roy would hear him.

“Okay. You’re doing such a good job for me, Babygirl. We’re at four.” His hand slid down Danny’s sore ass. His right cheek was screaming red, while the left had a faint outline of Roy’s hand. The fifth spank came across Danny’s right cheek again. The younger screamed, sobbing into the pillow. Welts began to grow under Roy’s fingertips, he devilishly pressed them into the aching skin.

“Do you want the next one here,” Roy grabbed a handful of Danny’s left cheek which had only been slapped once.

“Yes, please,” Danny sniffled.

“Do you need a break first?”

“No.” Danny took the sixth hit easier. His left cheek wasn’t as bruised as the right one—Yet, anyway.

“Good, girl.” Roy praised. “You’re being so good, Baby,” He continued to coo to him as he massaged his ass tenderly. “I wanna see your pretty face, Honey. Take it out of that pillow.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Danny did as he was told, turning his face towards Roy so only his cheek was pressed against the pillow.

“Atta, Girl,” Roy leaned forward to kiss Danny’s temple. He wiped stray tears away from Danny’s eyes.

Roy held Danny’s gaze as he caressed his face, distracting Danny from the seventh spank to his left cheek. Roy watched as Danny’s mouth dropped open and eyes rolled back. He loved the sounds that came out of his mouth. “My good girl,” Roy kept giving him encoring words. “That was seven, Princess. You’re almost done. Can you keep going?”

“‘Course I can,” Danny said rather smugly for someone with dried tears on their face. The eighth slap was the harshest, Roy wanted to test that confidence Danny had. A high pitched cry, followed by fresh tears was Danny’s response to it.

“My baby,” Roy said sympathetically, brushing his thumb under Danny’s eyes.

“Daddy,” Danny whined as if he wanted to say something, but didn’t get to finishing his sentence.

“What, Babygirl. What is it?”

The younger sobbed, “Hurts.”

“What’s the safe word?”

“I don’t want it,” Danny protested.

“I don’t care. I need to hear the safe word. Let me know that you know it,” Roy was stern. It was his job to take care of Danny during this. Sometimes he had to push a little to make sure everything was okay before they continued, or assess if he needed to make the decision for Danny to stop.

“It’s pizza.”

Roy began kissing Danny’s lower back, his lips traveled down to his ass to sooth his sore cheeks. “You’re sure you don’t wanna use it?” Roy asked against Danny’s skin.

“I’m sure. I can do two more, I want it. Please, Daddy. Just two more, please,” Danny begged.

“Okay, don’t work yourself up,” Roy said in a soothing voice. “Just two more.” Roy made quick work of it. One slap for each cheek, the tenth immediately following the ninth, leaving Danny in a mess of tears and incoherent sputtering.

“Come here,” Roy quickly picked Danny up from his lap and brought him into his arms. “You were so good. You’re such a good girl, Danny. You did so good for me,” Roy let Danny know how much he appreciated him as he rubbed his back. “Do you want your blanket?” The youngers favorite aftercare was cuddling under a blanket, lotion, then a bath. It was a routine for them at this point. It gave Roy peace knowing how to care for Danny after their scene had ended.

“Yeah, blanket! The fuzzy black one.”

Roy smiled at him, “I know what you like.” He pressed a kiss to the apple of Danny’s cheek before reaching behind the couch for Danny’s blanket. Roy got ready to wrap it around them before Danny stopped him.

“Wait!” Danny pulled Roy’s shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. He wrapped his arms around his body, nuzzling his face to his chest. A content smile spread across Danny’s lips. “Okay.” Roy chuckled. Danny always found comfort in skin on skin contact with his lover.

Roy wrapped the soft blanket around the two of them. He laid his chin on Danny’s head as Danny rested.

“Thank you for coming home,” Danny said quietly.

“Of course. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” Danny popped his head up to peck Roy on the lips. “Can we stay here like this for a while? I don’t wanna move.”

Roy kissed his forehead. “We can do whatever you wanna do, Babygirl.”

#biadore #my writing #smut #one shots

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Some KyouKin because I swear I am the ONLY one who has ever written this ship and I think it's an adorable rarepair!

Gonna go ahead and do... this!

[NSFW]

Because... well, do you blame me? These boys are cute!

Words: 1,420

There is fluff, of course, and there's some non-explicit smut. Makeouts and rough sex... Do you need anything more?

(I mean, if you do, feel free to drop me a request or an ask, I've never had an ask before!)

LOVE THEM PLS

Enjoy...!

Oh, what the hell, Kindaichi thought, as he slumped down next to Kyoutani on their too-plush couch. It wasn't like he did it every day, slumming it with cheap fast food and a cheeky beer and watching crappy TV with his boyfriend. He was allowed a day off, as Kyoutani had very gruffly reminded him.

It was worth it, when Kyoutani roughly tugged his arm to cut out his 'separate side of the settee' bullshit. Well, it wasn't Kindaichi who had complained about stupidly long legs awkwardly tangling in his, after all. He was just trying to be courteous. Apparently Kyoutani didn't care about that today, while he made sure Kindaichi was comfortably nestled against him, head in the crook of his neck.

It was somewhat of an awkwardly close distance to eat and drink at, greasy food chewed lazily and beer all but poured down their gullets. Kindaichi knew what was coming, as Kyoutani decided to change the channel to some cheesy teen drama Kindaichi was quite sure Kyoutani actually kind of enjoyed. The idea was there, though, when Kyoutani could pretend not to be interested, just so he could turn his attention elsewhere.

Like the remnants of grease Kindaichi would've appreciated a napkin to clean up. It wasn't quite in his mind when Kyoutani wordlessly began licking them, however, and he couldn't even stop him.

Kyoutani wasn't like this often; calm, content, happy, so watching his eyes so cooly stare at his own, Kindaichi didn't say a word in protest. His lips were too busy afterwards, anyway, as Kyoutani got his answer and made his move. From comfortably snuggled up to each other, Kyoutani quickly maneuvered Kindaichi down, pinned him with his body and kissed him softly.

Neither of them were all that great with words. Communication worked purely on actions, how Kyoutani paused to give him ample time to push him back.

Kindaichi didn't, of course. He was far too interested now, his cheeks heated from alcohol and stomach warm and full with food. Kyoutani knew too well how to seduce him while keeping him comfortable, and this was exactly that. A warm grin spread across the blonde's usually taut features at the hand sliding up his back, urging him on. It was beautiful, the rarest of smiles Kindaichi was honoured to be the only one to see, as it brightened his eyes and painted a glorious blush over his already tinted cheeks.

"I… don't think you got it all…" Kindaichi mumbled, holding his hand up shakily. True or not, Kyoutani slid fingers around his wrist and took fingers into his mouth, sucking each one obscenely, lavishing attention with his powerful tongue. Kindaichi watched with wide eyes, so enraptured by the pink muscle and his puffy lips simply shining with spit puckered around his digits. Kyoutani's own eyes caught his, then, hint of amusement behind the dark lust. Kindaichi only caught a quick glimpse before he diverted back to his mouth, shoving his tongue in roughly.

Riled up so easily, Kyoutani didn't slow with sloppy kisses Kindaichi couldn't help but let him take, his mouth tasting of salty chicken, tongue and teeth clashing against his. Kindaichi's wet fingers slid around Kyoutani's nape while his other curled fingers in his shirt between his shoulder blades.

Kyoutani was feral, how he pulled back to trail wet lips over his chin and jaw to latch on to his neck and suck hard, suddenly rocking his body into Kindaichi's own with a groan resembling a growl. Kindaichi's body went rigid as their crotches pressed together and his grip tightened, curling toward him to chase him. "You're surprisingly horny tonight." Kyoutani said gruffly, wrecked voice so low and rough and sensual it sent a shiver down Kindaichi's spine from the vibrations against abused flesh. He was always one for being painfully direct.

"You're surprisingly horny too…" Kindaichi countered weakly, biting his lip as Kyoutani bit down on the bruise he just made, tongue flicking lightly over the reddened flesh. He whimpered softly, tipping his head back to give him more room.

"I don't see you complainin'." Kyoutani replied amusedly, breath huffed from his nose tickling Kindaichi's neck, giving few licks to the dented pattern of teeth. "You're smart. You saw this coming…" Kyoutani started, pulling back to watch Kindaichi's face, eyes darting over his features from his slack lips to his blown eyes and back down again.

Turning his head away, Kindaichi panted softly, heat searing his cheeks. "I- Um… May… Maybe…" Kyoutani ran a finger over his cheek, prompting him to look back up. He was nervous, they were both nervous, even with their light-headedness from lack of oxygen and the alcohol like poison in their blood.

"You never relax, so I thought I could help you out. You're… pent-up, aren't you?" Kyoutani asked, breathy and impatient, a rumbling in his throat Kindaichi thought way too much about. Under his hard scrutiny, both his eyes and… well, his dick, Kindaichi ducked bashfully.

"Y-Yeah…"

Kindaichi could never articulate, I want you so far up my ass I can feel you in my throat, so he settled on that simple word, curling a long leg behind one of Kyoutani's to reinforce it. "You're so straight-forward, Yuu." Kyoutani grunted, pushing his hips against him again to hear him moan abashedly at the friction it caused.

"J-Just… If you don't want to… to watch your favourite show, O-Of course." Kindaichi stuttered, growing deeper red when the TV shut off almost instantly and Kyoutani pressed down onto him, a hard, long lean line of muscle against him.

"You'll be my entertainment." Kyoutani growled, pressing his searing hot mouth back against Kindaichi's until he was melted against the sofa and gasping Ken, Ken, Ken over and over and over.

It was what Kindaichi intended to be, really, body as much of a meal as the chicken and as much of a show as the TV, that Kyoutani made good on his promise to help him relax. He got used to being boneless and helpless as Kyoutani ravished him, leaving him with tingling hickeys and aching finger-shaped bruises littered over his lean body.

It was a good a night as Kindaichi could have hoped for, floating in bliss while cruelly edged to the point of sobbing, hands twisted above him in the fabric of the couch to hold on against the delicious brutality of Kyoutani's tongue, his onslaught of fingers and eventually his stupidly large girth fucking him into next Sunday. He cursed and moaned and cried a mess of beautiful sounds that urged Kyoutani on as he kept telling him to be louder, Yuu, I don't think next door can hear you yet. It may have been sarcastic, but damn if it didn't turn Kindaichi on even more.

And when they finished, curled up in a liquid mess, languid limbs grabbing each other as if still so desperate for touch, Kindaichi kissed Kyoutani, soft and chaste and loving, Kyoutani was moved to tears, burying his head before they would even show glossed over his eyes. "You didn't hurt me, Ken." He said, running a hand through Kyoutani's short hair. "Well… you did but I… You know I… I really like that. When you go all…"

The word was left in the air while Kyoutani kissed teeth marks on Kindaichi's collarbone. He wasn't violent in any sense of the word, but he needed someone like this, like Kindaichi. Sure, he had said Kindaichi was the pent-up one but he was too, and Kindaichi would give everything to him and more importantly… take everything from him. He'd had no-one like that in his childhood until he met the bumbling mess of a beanpole that cared not for his brooding expression and rough playstyle. "You're scarily tolerant of me."

"You aren't… all that scary…" Kindaichi mused, trailing fingers over Kyoutani's back scratched red-raw and watching him shiver. Yeah… Was a probably a good idea to keep my hands away after all… "You're kinda cute, too." Kindaichi admitted with a blush. Against his chest, he could feel Kyoutani blush, too, and he couldn't help but give a watery smile to the ceiling.

"Not cute." Kyoutani protested, poking Kindaichi's stomach with a wet finger. "You're cute."

Too comfortable on the sofa, the two ended up with their lips locked together in somewhat of a fight to one-up each other on who loved who the most? until they were too exhausted to carry on, drifting off slowly while still high on each other.

#kyoutani kentarou #kindaichi yuutarou #kyoukin #that is their ship name #at least #it has to be because I made it because noone else ships them :)))#kyoutani x kindaichi #rarepair

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