Hello there, wonderful followers.
I recently made an AFF account.
Well, I’ve been wanting to start a chapter fic for some time now, and Tumblr’s format just isn’t conducive to reading them so I gave in and made an AFF account despite how much I hate it. All of my fics that I’ve posted here are now on there.
I will continue to post all of my short fics on here.
The only thing I will not be posting is any chapter fics, including the one I just started about EXO-K, Sooman Academy. I’ve already got the prologue up if you want to check it out. I’m hoping to get the first chapter up soon as well.
You can check my account over here.
Anyway, I just thought I’d let you know. I’ve got to get back to writing.
If you like Donghae, you’ll want to read the latest fic I posted over at SJOS. I got really carried away with it so it’s kind of long, and it’s kind of sort of super delicious smut keke~
I posted another new fic over at SJOS today. This one is Kyuhyun fluff and smut. It’s sad then scary then sweet then sexy (like my alliteration?) so enjoy it~
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’m on spring break right now so expect a lot of fic writing. I plan to charge through the last of my requests at yourkpopfanfics and at SJOS and write them all.
Speaking of which, I just finished a new one over at SJOS. It’s smutty Henry, and I think it’s pretty fantastic if I do say so myself.
One Shot - Onew X Taemin
Onew’s watch read one o’clock in the morning on the dot. Taemin was normally a punctual person, but where was he? He leaned over to check the entrance of the restaurant, but no Taemin in sight.
They had made plans for dinner just last night, but their schedules sometimes went awry and changed things. He figured the same had happened with Taemin.
The waitress passed again, asking if Onew wanted anything while he waited. He’d already eaten some mandu and fish cake soup, and he knew if he ate anymore that he wouldn’t be eating anything when Taemin arrived. Instead, he ordered a bottle of rice wine since Taemin had mentioned wanting to try it before.
As the waitress walked away, Onew’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out to see a text message from Taemin.
I’m sorry, hyung. My schedule was messed up, but Manager Hyungnim is driving as fast as he can so we’ll be there soon. ^^;;
Onew smiled and pocketed his phone. He fiddled with his chopsticks, spinning them around, as he waited. He resisted the urge to get some more mandu when the waitress popped back by with the rice wine.
Even though it had been a few years since they had debuted, and they had figured out their way of doing things, Onew still liked to meet with the members on an individual basis from time to time. He felt it his duty as the leader. Plus, they all had their own lives even if they were in a group so it helped him keep up with everyone.
Onew looked up to see Taemin, hurrying over to him with their manager in tow. He smiled and waved. “Taemin!” he called, beckoning him over. He bowed and greeted their manager. “Hyungnim.”
“Call me when you’re ready,” he said.
“Actually, we can take a taxi back if you’re tired,” Onew suggested. “There’s no need for you to stay out later than necessary. We’ll be back before curfew.”
Their manager nodded and exited.
“How was your schedule today?” Onew asked, turning to Taemin who now sat next to him.
He shrugged. “Not fun, but it wasn’t bad. Filming for Radio Star was good. It was a special for maknaes so I got to see some other idols there,” he said. “Can we eat? I’m so hungry since we didn’t have time to eat at all today.”
Onew smiled. “Of course.” He waved to the waitress and ordered some BBQ for the both of them.
“What did you do today, hyung? Did you have schedules?”
With a laugh, Onew shook his head. “I had today off so Jonghyun and I were at home together for a while until he went out with some friends,” he explained. He poured Taemin some rice wine and handed him the glass. “It wasn’t too bad. I got to catch up on my sleep finally.”
Taemin smiled brightly. “That sounds like a good day. I wish I could catch up on some sleep,” he said, pouring Onew a glass.
“Well, this was my last day off for a while since I start my role in my new drama with a read-through tomorrow,” Onew said, accepting the glass of rice wine from Taemin. He downed some of it and shrugged. “But how are things with you, Taemin? It’s why I wanted to meet with you. I know you have all of your schedules, and you’re really busy these days so I just wanted to check on you.”
Taemin smiled, suddenly deep in thought. “It’s been good,” he said, placing his glass back on the table. His smile grew larger. “Really good.”
Onew leaned toward him with a knowing grin. “What’s her name?”
“Sunhee,” Taemin replied without thinking. He paused and blushed. “How did you know?” he asked after a beat.
“I know what you get like when you’re talking to a girl,” Onew said with a laugh. “It’s my job as your hyung to know these things.” He grinned. “So how did you meet her?”
Taemin chuckled. “Well, she’s the daughter of a PD at SBS,” he said, “and we ran into each other. She didn’t know who I was so it got me interested in her, and we’ve been talking a lot lately. I have schedules so I’m busy, and she’s in university so she’s busy, too.”
Onew laughed and squeezed Taemin’s hand happily. “That’s good so are you dating?” he asked.
Just then, the waitress returned with their order. “Here we have some samgyeopsal and galbi,” she said, laying out the meat and some banchan as well. She turned on the grill. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
“I think we’re fine,” Onew said, shaking his head. When she walked away, he nodded toward Taemin, urging him to continue. He began to place pieces of the raw meat on the hot grill alongside some strips of kimchi.
“We’re not dating,” Taemin said with a slight frown. “Not yet at least. I don’t really know if she likes me that much. She seems to sometimes, and then other times I feel like we’re just friends. It’s hard to tell with her.”
Onew barked a laugh. “It’s hard to tell with all girls,” he said. “I wish I could give you a formula, but the only advice I can give you is to be a man and tell her how you feel. Hopefully, things will work out.”
Taemin frowned and picked at a bowl of bean sprouts. “I don’t know if I can,” he said with a sigh. “I like her a lot, and I’m scared to ruin things with her. Even though I wish we could be more, I also like our friendship.” He heaved another sigh.
“It’ll work out. Taemin, I promise she’ll accept,” Onew said. He ate a piece of meat. “It’s ready to eat if you want some.”
Taemin nodded and took a bite. “But how do you know that, hyung? You’ve never even met her!”
“I’m sure that she’s a great girl, but if she doesn’t already know that you like her, there must be something wrong with her,” Onew said, picking up another piece of the pork. He chewed it, waiting for Taemin to say something else.
“What do you mean by that?”
Onew chuckled. “Taemin, I don’t know if you’ve realized it, but you are very obvious when you like someone. Everyone basically knows it, and I’m sure this girl knows it, too. If she didn’t like you, I am sure she wouldn’t keep talking to you. She’s probably just waiting for you to confess,” he explained. He took a bite of some kimchi and smiled at the delicious flavor.
Taemin paused the conversation in thought as he devoured more of the galbi. He didn’t think he had been that obvious in talking with Sunhee, but he really couldn’t be sure. He shook his head and shrugged. “I’ll have to talk to her one of these days,” he said. “I really do want to date her. She’s really pretty and smart, and she makes me laugh.” He smiled to himself.
“I can tell you like her a lot,” Onew said, eating some cucumbers. “You’ve never had a girlfriend, right?”
“Not officially,” Taemin said with a shy smile. “So I’ll need all of hyung’s advice if Sunhee and I start dating.”
Onew laughed. “I’m not the best for that. You should ask Jonghyun since he knows more girls than I do,” he said, lifting his hands up in defeat. “He could help you more than I could.” He ate the last piece of beef and downed the last few drops of his glass of rice wine.
Taemin nodded. “I’ll have to talk to Jonghyun-hyung later,” he mused. “He might be able to help me to come up with a good plan for my confession. I want it to be perfect.” He grinned widely.
“I’m sure it will be,” Onew said, waving the waitress over. “You’re done, right, Taemin?”
“Can we please have the check?”
“Of course,” the waitress said, bowing. She handed him the receipt with the total on it and accepted the money he offered.
“Should I get a taxi?” Taemin asked.
Onew shook his head. “Finish your wine,” he said. “Then we can go.”
Taemin smiled. “Okay,” he said, sipping some more of it. “Thanks, hyung. For this. I know we don’t talk much, but it’s nice to have these moments every once in a while.”
Nodding, Onew returned the smile. “It’s good to hear that everything is going well for you,” he said. “Let me know how things turn out with Sunhee.”
Taemin swallowed the last of the rice wine. “I will,” he said and stood up. “This was really good! I’m glad we got this. Thank you for dinner, hyung! Next time I’ll buy.” They walked toward the exit.
Onew shook his head with a laugh. “No, you won’t,” he said and wrapped an arm around Taemin’s shoulders. “I’m your hyung. Only I get to pay.” He laughed, and they walked out into the night.
Sorry that it’s so short and not so fluffy. I tried to focus more on their friendship and their relationship of hyung-dongsaeng because I think it’s cute. <3
I just posted a Kyuhyun fic over at SJOS. It’s got a bit of fluff, angst, and of course lots of smut.
One Shot - Yuri
“I’m sorry it’s so hot,” you murmured in a haze. You lay on your couch, arms and legs splayed out.
It was a hot, summer day, sticky and humid. You could feel it everywhere, even indoors. Your air conditioner was in overdrive and still barely cooling the place. You’d almost regretted inviting Yuri over to your place until she’d breezed through the door in her barely there outfit, skin glistening with sweat and a touch of a tan.
You were supposed to hang out and watch a movie or something, but you almost weren’t even in the mood anymore with the suffocating heat overwhelming you and everything around you.
“It’s not your fault,” she said, walking into the living room with two glasses of ice cold water. “Here.” She leaned over to hand you a cup, and you caught a glimpse down her tank top.
You took the cup from her and sat back, eyes closed. You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself. You and Yuri had only been dating for a little while, and you didn’t want to pressure her. But goddamn you wanted her so badly sometimes.
Avoiding her eyes, you sipped your water. The cool beverage hit the back of your throat, and you sighed happily. “I wish it wasn’t so hot,” you said.
Yuri nodded. “Me, too. And it’s not just hot. It’s sticky and gross,” she said, “like I always feel like I’m wearing too much clothes.” She smiled sweetly. “My mom reminded me yesterday to be careful about wearing sunscreen. Have you been wearing some, too?”
You made an affirmative noise and found yourself staring at Yuri’s legs, long and lean, leading all the way up to the frayed edges of her denim cut-offs. Suddenly, this water wasn’t enough anymore. All you wanted was to taste her.
“Let’s watch the movie,” Yuri suggested, snapping you out of your reverie. She put the DVD in and moved to sit next to you. She turned on the television, leaning against your shoulder.
You wrapped your arm around her, holding her close to you. Yuri was so sweet and nice, and even though it was almost ridiculous how sexy she was, she didn’t even notice it, or didn’t seem to. You watched the movie, blank faced and agreeing with most of her comments. You couldn’t focus on the movie wholly when Yuri was so close to you. Your fingers played with the hem of her shirt where it met her shorts, the skin peeking out at you.
The movie felt like it was hours long as you sat there, waiting for it to be over. Yuri seemed to be really enjoying it so you didn’t want to say anything, but it was becoming unbearable to sit so close to Yuri without speaking to her. When you spoke to her, it was different. You connected on a different level like you could talk about anything and everything.
“—don’t you think?”
“I’m sorry?” you said, realizing that Yuri had asked you something when you weren’t paying attention.
“I was asking if you liked it the second time around,” Yuri repeated.
“Oh, yeah, it was alright, but honestly it was hard for me to sit through that,” you said.
She looked confused. “But you suggested it, and I really did like it. I’m glad you told me about it,” she said.
“I guess it’s just hard to pay attention to a movie I’ve already seen when I want to give my attention to something better, or better yet someone better,” you said, leaning down and pecking gently at her lips.
She turned to face you completely. “I’d prefer you over a movie any day,” she whispered, inches from your face.
You pulled her onto your lap and kissed her harder. She wrapped her arms around your neck and settled more comfortably against your body. You focused on her lips, the way they felt and moved with yours.
You pulled away and kissed down her jawline, smiling when you heard her breath catch in her throat. You swept her long hair over one shoulder, looking for a certain spot. You sucked and nipped at her neck, and when she moaned, you continued in the same area, hands slipping underneath her tank top. You waited for her to stop you, a sound or a gesture.
She pulled away from you after a moment, but instead of saying anything she just lifted her shirt over her head and kissed you again. You eagerly responded and found the perfect spot on her neck. She arched, dropping her head back to give you better access.
You kissed down her shoulder and reached around her back to her bra clasp. You glanced up at Yuri making sure it was okay, and when she nodded, you discarded it, tossing it aside. You turned her and laid her down on the couch, her hair fanning out. You kissed down her chest, slowly and gently, savoring every inch of her body and every sigh and gasp that tumbled past her lips with your each movement.
Your mouth trailed down to her breast, and you could hear her breath bated in suspense until you took her nipple in your mouth. You swirled your tongue and spun it around when she moaned. Your hands worked on removing her shorts and panties as your mouth switched over to the other.
Yuri arched into your touch as her hands clawed at your shoulders and neck. She pulled at the hemline of your shirt and tugged it over your head. You smiled up at her and kissed down her taut stomach. She lifted her hips, and you easily slid her shorts and underwear off.
You sat back and kissed her knees and thighs, nipping at the skin. Your hot breath sent chills through her whole body. You felt yourself getting turned on just by the sound of her gasps as you hovered over her core. You stared up at her, watching her face as your lips pressed against her. She licked and bit her lips, holding back a gasp.
You took your tongue to her lips, running your nails over her inner thighs to stimulate her even more. You looked up at her again, and her eyes were closed, breathing heavy. Satisfied, you licked a finger and pushed into her firmly. Her hips twitched with pleasure, and you added another. You curled your fingers, and she gasped, body tensing up as she got closer to her climax.
You smirked and kissed her thighs, biting at the skin. Meanwhile, your thumb stroked her clit, picking up speed. Yuri moaned suddenly, and her whole body went rigid as the pleasure washed over her suddenly. You grinned and brought your tongue back to her clit, stimulating her even more. Her fingers tangled in your hair as she gasped and sighed, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
She opened her eyes, and you gazed up at her. You licked your lips and crawled up to kiss her. She leaned up on her elbow and wrapped her arm around your body, pulling your bodies closer. She pulled away and kissed your cheek. “I think I like that more than movies,” she said with a small smile.
You grinned, hovering over her. “I do, too,” you said. “Maybe we can do this more often.”
“As long as it’s my turn to do the same thing to you next time,” she said.
Well, that was quite the challenge. I don’t know if it’s any good, but I tried. It was fun to write at least, and now I’m seriously turned on.
One Shot - P.O
The doorbell rang. That had to be P.O. You looked at the time. He was late, but you still weren’t ready. You stood up from the chair at your vanity, waiting to hear the sound of him putting in the code to open the door.
You heard his shoes on the floor as he slipped them off. He called your name, walking around the apartment.
“I’m in the bedroom,” you called, looking back at your reflection in your full-length mirror.
P.O peeked in the room. “You’re not ready yet, are you?” he asked, walking all the way in. He wore a crisp black suit with a matching bow tie.
You grinned and shook your head. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he said and dropped a peck on your lips as a greeting. “How are you?” he asked, arm around your waist not letting you go.
You smiled up at him, hands clasped behind his neck. “Great, especially now that you’re here,” you said. “You look good.”
He grinned. “Thanks. I’m sorry I came a little late.”
He was supposed to pick you up for dinner at six o’clock. “I’m not even ready,” you said, shaking your head. “I’d just finished fixing my hair when you rang the doorbell. I haven’t even put any make-up on.”
P.O laughed. “I guess I could have come later,” he said. He looked down at you, noting the new dress and heels, even the jewelry. “You don’t need anything else. You look beautiful.” He kissed you again.
“But I like putting on make-up,” you said with a pout.
He nodded. “I know. I know. But that means—” he kissed you softly “—I can’t—” he kissed you again “—kiss you like this.” He pulled away. “Otherwise, I’ll smear your lipstick.” He smiled.
You sighed and just pulled him in for another kiss, saying nothing. You could feel him smile as his lips moved against yours.
“I just can’t get enough of you,” he murmured against your lips. “It’s been too long.”
You nodded and kissed him again. Things had been so busy lately that you and P.O hadn’t gone on an actual date in a while. Sure, you met for lunch or coffee, but he liked to really take you out, as in dress up and go to dinner. And this was the first time in a long time that you’d gotten that chance.
P.O’s hands tangled in your perfectly styled curls, and you broke away with a smile. “This is fun, but I still have to finish getting ready,” you said with a smile.
P.O tugged at your hand. “Just one more kiss?” he asked with a cute pout.
You rolled your eyes. “Fine,” you said, pretending to be reluctant.
He pulled you to him and kissed you again, his lips firmly against yours. It wasn’t just a simple peck. He held your face in his hands, like he was giving you life with each movement. Your breath caught in your throat, and the only thing you could do was hold onto him and kiss him back. You clawed at his lapels, holding him closer, hips against yours.
P.O’s hands shifted and wrapped around your waist, inching up your back. He found the zipper of your dress and tugged it downward.
You pulled away from his lips, breath heavy. “But what about our reservation?” you asked.
“I’ll cancel,” he said quickly. His voice was raspier than usual as he spoke.
Suddenly not even caring about dinner, you nodded and unbuttoned his suit jacket completely, and P.O dug his cell phone out of his pocket. You tossed his jacket on a chair and undid his bowtie. As P.O called the restaurant, you began to undo his shirt, one button at a time, while kissing his neck.
“Yes. I need to cancel my reservation … Hmm. Oh? It’s under Pyo Jihoon,” he said, closing his eyes as you sucked at a particularly sensitive spot. He sighed. “Mmm… Oh, yes, sorry. It doesn’t seem like—” he paused as you freed him of his shirt ”—we’re going to make it out tonight… Sorry… Thank you so much.” He hung up, and his hands were immediately on you. He tossed his phone aside, and it landed in the pile of rumpled clothing.
You laughed as his hands moved quickly, itching to get you naked. He unzipped your dress, and you stepped out of it. He whistled, noting your lingerie, black and lacy like he liked it.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how beautiful you are,” he said, hand resting on your waist, tickling the exposed skin.
You blushed and pulled him in for another kiss, walking backward toward the bed and unbuckling and unzipping his pants. Your bare legs brushed the thin sheet hanging off the edge of your bed, still unkempt from this morning. You crawled backward onto the bed.
P.O clambered atop you. He kissed your knees and up your thighs, hovering over your core for a brief moment before continuing up your body. He kissed every inch of skin he could find. “As much as I love this on you,” he said, hands reaching around you, “it gets in the way.” He smirked and removed the bralette and panties you wore, discarding them.
You moaned as P.O’s tongue and mouth gave attention to your fully bare body. He kissed your stomach and shoulders and arms before making his way back to your breasts. His tongue swirled and slithered, and his hot breath gave you chills.
You tore at P.O’s back, arching against him. Your hands traveled down his lithe form and reached for the waistband of his underwear. You needed him inside of you. He murmured something incoherent that sounded like a please against your skin, and you pushed his underwear down his skinny hips. He kicked them off, revealing his erection.
P.O situated himself between your legs, and you lifted your knees to straddle his hips. He pushed into you suddenly, and breathing suddenly became difficult. Your fingers tingled, but you managed to pull him in for another kiss. Your tongue swiveled around his, tasting him and taking breath from him.
He pulled out and thrust back into you, quickly picking up speed. You knew each other’s preferences so well that while it was difficult to breathe and adjust sometimes, he knew it was how you liked it. You angled your pelvis and began to meet his thrusts perfectly, like a synchronized art form.
Your limbs were shaking and sweaty, and you climaxed quickly and suddenly. You lost all touch with reality, feeling only P.O’s mouth on you as it heightened your orgasm further. P.O pulled away from your lips and came, a moaning and trembling mess. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside you, a hand over your waist. His breathing was shallow heavy as he tried to recompose himself.
You swore, clarity seeping into view as your own orgasm faded. You moved closer to P.O.’s body, and he languidly pulled you to him. For a moment, there was no sound, just your breathing mingled together in the air.
You wanted nothing more than to stay in P.O’s arms forever. He kissed down your arm. “I love you,” he murmured after a moment.
Your stomach grumbled suddenly, and you giggled. “I love you, too, P.O, but I’m hungry,” you said, turning around to face him. “What are we going to do?”
He grinned. “Me, too,” he said. “How about we stay in bed for a little while then order some food?” P.O kissed your forehead, and you nodded and snuggled into his chest.
OMG this was fun and incredibly frustrating~
Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention it over here.
Clarissa and I have been working on a new site just for k-pop fans where the followers contribute almost as much as we do. We made a schedule so that every day is different. It will have a little bit of everything, and we want it to be really interactive. That means you can go and request spams. >_<
Anyway, it’s The K-Pop Daily if you’d like to check it out.
One Shot - P.O
You stirred in bed.
Ever since having a baby, the slightest noise woke you up. You rolled over and looked at the clock blearily. It had only been about an hour since you’d laid down to take a nap, and you hadn’t heard a peep out of the baby until now.
Rubbing your eyes, you sat up in bed. You swore you heard a sound coming from the baby’s room, but there was no crying or screaming. Silence hung in the air, louder than any wail that he could make. You rolled out of bed and shoved your feet into slippers.
On your tiptoes, you walked slowly to the baby room, right next door to your own bedroom. The door was ajar so you peeked into the room, and the sight before you surprised you: P.O hunched over the crib and in a soft tone, barely over a whisper, sang a lullaby. His voice was raspy but not abrasive, just raw.
Arms crossed, you smiled and leaned against the doorpost, watching. P.O had been so busy and often left you to take care of the baby so it was sweet to see him watching the baby. He must have come home early.
He shifted down to his knees, a more comfortable position. The baby cooed, making the first noise you’d heard since coming over.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, placing a hand inside the crib. He crooned into the crib.
You pushed the door open silently and moved in behind him, joining him in the song. He jumped a little at the feel of your hand on his shoulder but kept on singing. You bent over the crib, and the baby giggled as soon as you slipped into view.
P.O turned around sharply. “I figured it was you,” he said, voice slightly louder.
“Shh,” you said and kept singing, picking up where he’d left off. Your voice wasn’t as good as P.O’s, but the baby recognized yours more and closed his eyes.
P.O stood and wrapped an arm around your waist. His voice mingled with yours as he began to sing again, slightly louder now. You leaned back into him, a smile pulling at the corner of your lips.
As the lullaby ended, your voices faded out, but P.O didn’t let you go. He wrapped his other arm around you and held you to his chest. He said nothing, just kissed the top of your head.
You felt warm and comfortable, like you were in a cocoon of love. You held your breath and watched the baby’s eyelashes flutter with each breath he took, each deeper than the last as he sank into a slumber.
“I love you,” P.O breathed, mouth right next to your ear.
You looked up at him and smiled, not even needing to reply. But you said it anyway. “I love you, too.” You kissed his cheek and turned back to your son.
The baby was soon asleep, and you could have sworn there was a smile on his lips, just like the one on your own.
Sorry, it’s short. It’s just a drabble after all, and I thought it was such a sweet request. ^_^;