your body is my coffin (3/3)
pairing: kaisoo, soostal
rating: nc-17
summary: Kyungsoo becomes entangled in an incubus's maze.
warnings: smut (top!jongin), infidelity, catherine!au, incubus!au, overdose!au
Kyungsoo sits straight up with a gasp when he wakes up. His ears ring and his eyes struggle to adjust to the lack of light in his room. Sweat slicks his skin as he pants and huffs to catch his breath. His heart thunders in his chest, and he can’t pinpoint why he feels so panicked. Holding his head, he struggles to catch a grip on reality. What the fuck was his dream? And when did he come home from the bar last night? Strangely enough, he doesn’t feel hungover at all, despite the large amount of alcohol he consumed. Glancing to his left, Kyungsoo glowers at the time on his alarm clock - six in the morning. Thank god he doesn’t have to work.
Rubbing his eyes, he happens to look over to the other side of his bed, the side beside the wall that he rarely occupies, and nearly falls off the bed. There’s a person - a stranger in his bed. Soojung definitely doesn’t have tanned skin and broad, muscular shoulders. Oh god, there’s a man in his bed.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Kyungsoo curses quietly, yanking at his own hair. What the fuck happened last night? Did he have sex? He’s not even gay! With a gulp, he lifts the blanket. He’s still wearing his underwear, so maybe they didn’t go all the way.
He struggles to remember and recall what happened after Minseok and the guys left him. He was sitting in the booth and ordered another beer from Taeyeon, and then...and then that (admittedly) handsome guy with silvery hair appeared and sat across from him. But what else? He can’t remember anything else.
“Mmm, awake already?” A husky, deep voice speaks up from next to him, and the bed shifts as the stranger lying next to him rolls over with a sleepy smile. His silvery bedhead is gorgeous, perfectly messy, and his smile is charming. It’s like some male model came straight out of a magazine and landed next to him.
Kyungsoo’s voice falls short when the man leans up, nosing at Kyungsoo’s throat and pressing a kiss to his collarbone. His mind goes blank when a hand tilts his jaw and soft lips slide over his own. The stranger sighs, indulging himself in the kiss, and Kyungsoo finds his lips responding favorably, though his mind is screaming to him that this is a man and not Soojung, his fully devoted girlfriend of eight years. Hands slide over Kyungsoo’s bare chest, making a small journey to his shoulders where he’s suddenly shoved down, head meeting the pillows. The kiss is broken as the other man rips the blankets away and fully slides over to straddle Kyungsoo’s hips with a lazy smirk. Kyungsoo admires his slim and fit body with wide eyes, hands instinctively placing themselves on the stranger’s hips, thumbing the gray band of his black boxers.
When the man leans down for another kiss, Kyungsoo finally finds it in himself to put a stop to it, bracing his hands on the man’s chest (inwardly screaming because god it’s so firm and nothing like Kyungsoo’s pudgy, scrawny build) and pushing him away with a nervous laugh.
The silver-haired man pouts stubbornly. “What?”
“U-Um, did we...you know...last night?” Kyungsoo asks with a sheepish smile.
“Aw, do you not remember, baby?” the handsome man traces a finger along the pale expanse of Kyungsoo’s stomach. He flashes Kyungsoo a blinding smile. “My name is Jongin, and we met at the bar, remember? We just made out a little, but you were so sleepy when we came back here that you passed out. That’s okay, though, I like morning sex too.” Jongin tries to kiss him again, but Kyungsoo stops him once more, earning a scowl.
“B-But…” Kyungsoo has trouble getting out the words for some reason. “I’m, uh-oh.” His eyes roll back as he lets out a groan when Jongin starts to move his hips, purposefully grinding against Kyungsoo’s clothed cock. Warmth rushes down to his groin, and Kyungsoo’s hold weakens, allowing Jongin to grasp his hands in his own and shove them down against the pillows.
“It’s your first time with a man?” Jongin assumes he’s trying to say. “That’s okay. I’ll make you feel really good.”
He feels himself fully giving in when those plush lips meet his own again. All thoughts of Soojung and how wrong this is leave his mind, and Kyungsoo’s eyes flutter shut as a haze fills his mind, heady and hot. Jongin releases his wrists, and the dark-haired man just moves his hands to tangle in the former’s messy hair. His hips buck with every roll of Jongin’s, feeling their arousals rub against each other and groaning.
It’s strange, really. Kyungsoo’s never questioned his sexuality. He’s never experimented with other men or found his eyes lingering on one, but it’s evident how turned on he is when he gasps and can’t control the sounds escaping his lips when Jongin moves to slather his throat in sucks and bites, moving to Kyungsoo’s chest when the latter asks him to leave no marks. He shifts his position, moving off of Kyungsoo’s legs to slip in and kneel between them, hiking Kyungsoo’s legs around his hips.
Kyungsoo’s thighs tremble when Jongin sucks harshly on his nipples, swirling his tongue around each of the nubs, and causing Kyungsoo to experience a sensation never known to him. He’s never been touched like that there before, and he jolts when Jongin’s hand moves to grope his hardened cock through his underwear, thumb rubbing over the wet patch where his precum has stained the fabric.
“You’re so hard already, Kyungsoo,” he muses with a grin. “I haven’t even done anything.”
Kyungsoo blushes, but he has no time for modesty as Jongin tugs down his boxers, pulling them all the way down his legs and flinging them to the floor. Jongin licks his lips as he wraps his hand around Kyungsoo’s erection, stroking him before leaning down to take the reddening tip into his mouth, listening to Kyungsoo moan throatily and watching him cling to the pillows under his head. Jongin swallows him down easily, tongue swirling around his length as he pulls off, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the tip. He expects it when Kyungsoo chokes out a broken curses and ropes of semen decorate his swollen lips.
It’s unbelievably arousing when Kyungsoo watches Jongin’s tongue flick across his upper lip sensually, catching the cum dripping there before his thumb moves to wipe it from the corner of his mouth, licking it off from there as well as if it’s some sort of treat.
Jongin sits up and starts pulling down his own boxers. Kyungsoo tries not to stare too pointedly at the thick and long erection standing at attention between his legs. God, dicks are ugly, but Jongin’s isn’t that bad to look at. He gulps as the silver-haired man reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube Kyungsoo had left there a few nights ago.
“Turn over, baby, hands and knees,” Jongin taps Kyungsoo’s hips, and the latter moves without thinking, hands gripping the pillows as he fully exposes himself for the other man. He doesn’t know why or how but his cock is already back in the game, arousal building in his hips even though all Jongin did was tell him to move.
Jongin caresses the back of one of his thighs as he pops open the cap of the lube, drizzling it on three of his fingers. Kyungsoo visibly tenses when one of his buttocks is grabbed and pulled aside to further reveal his puckered entrance. It’s so cute that Jongin can’t help but press an open-mouthed kiss there, eliciting a weird sound to bubble from Kyungsoo’s lips. Not too sooner does he feel something start to press inside, one of Jongin’s fingers.
It’s not bad but it’s not pleasurable either - it just feels strange. The digit moves in and out a bit before Jongin adds another, the pair slipping in and making Kyungsoo bite his lip as it stings. The pain intensifies when the third is pressed in, and Kyungsoo hisses as Jongin scissors them. But the other man starts to thrust them in and out at a quickening pace, pressing them all the way up to the last knuckle until he finds Kyungsoo’s prostate when he crooks his fingers. Kyungsoo arches his back as his nerves light up, pleasure he’s never felt before swimming through his veins. Jongin rubs up against that spot until the other man is trembling and close to orgasm.
“So cute,” Jongin coos, pulling out his fingers and wiping them on Kyungsoo’s thigh. He flips Kyungsoo back over, smiling at the other’s dazed expression. “Feels good, right?”
“Yeah,” Kyungsoo breathes, watching the blond lube himself up with hooded eyes and nonchalantly wondering how the hell that’s going to fit inside him. Hooking his arms around his knees, he pulls them up to his chest and jolts when he feels the tip of Jongin’s cock rub against his stretched hole, teasing for a moment before he starts to push inside.
“Oh, shit,” Kyungsoo groans and throws his head back. It hurts like a bitch, but Jongin doesn’t stop until he’s all the way inside. His toes curl from the feeling of being full, and sweat drips down from his temple as Jongin bends down to kiss him, tongue making its way inside. It feels almost instantaneous, the way that the pain goes away. It’s as if Jongin sucks it out with his kiss.
Letting go of his legs, he wraps them around Jongin’s waist, ankles crossing, and his hands claw at the other man’s broad shoulders. “Move, please,” he begs, shifting his hips to get any sort of friction.
Jongin smirks and grabs Kyungsoo’s hips and starts to move. Now, Kyungsoo has never been super vocal in bed, but the moment Jongin starts to thrust into him, he can’t suppresses the tiny cries that spill from his mouth, eyes clenching shut as all he can focus on is the amazing sensation of Jongin’s cock dragging along his walls and stretching him open.
“So good, baby, so tight,” Jongin groans, his face twisting beautifully while Kyungsoo figures he looks like a hot mess with the tears he can’t suppress and the gasping sounds that escape him. The tanned man pushes himself up and starts to pound into Kyungsoo with extended fervor, the slaps of their skin echoing throughout the room along with the creaking of the bed’s box spring.
“I-I can’t,” Kyungsoo gasps out, “I’m gonna cum.” He scratches as Jongin’s shoulder blades, blunt nails digging in as he shudders, stomach tensing as he releases over his own chest, coming untouched.
Jongin doesn’t relent, however, chasing his own orgasm as he pulls out, flipping Kyungsoo onto his stomach again. Too weakened to hold himself up, Kyungsoo buries his face into the pillows, turning his head to the side for air as Jongin enters him again. He whimpers from oversensitivity as the other man thrusts into him madly, gripping Kyungsoo’s ass tightly and watching his dick slide in and out. There’s no sign of Jongin coming other than a grunt of a moan and warmth spilling into Kyungsoo’s ass, another weird feeling.
“We should date,” Jongin states simply as he pulls out, as if he doesn’t feel like he ran a mile like Kyungsoo does.
Kyungsoo doesn’t reply, trying to catch his breath and collect himself. He feels Jongin turn him on his side before spooning him from behind, and Kyungsoo’s heart drops as he realizes what he just did. Soojung...How could he do this to her? Once she finds out, she’ll kill him, for sure.
“W-We can’t date,” he replies.
“Why not?” Jongin demands with a frown. When Kyungsoo is hesitant to reply, he sits up with a glare in his eyes, and Kyungsoo swears he sees them flash yellow for a split second. “Do you have someone else?”
“O-Of course not!” Kyungsoo lies in a panic. “I just...I meant that, um, I’m not ready yet.”
“Oh,” the silver-haired man relaxes and flashes another smile, lying back down. “That’s okay. I can warm you up to the idea.” He snickers and slides a hand down Kyungsoo’s thigh.
He’s in trouble.
rating: nc-17
summary: Kyungsoo becomes entangled in an incubus's maze.
warnings: smut (top!jongin), infidelity, catherine!au, incubus!au, overdose!au
Kyungsoo sits straight up with a gasp when he wakes up. His ears ring and his eyes struggle to adjust to the lack of light in his room. Sweat slicks his skin as he pants and huffs to catch his breath. His heart thunders in his chest, and he can’t pinpoint why he feels so panicked. Holding his head, he struggles to catch a grip on reality. What the fuck was his dream? And when did he come home from the bar last night? Strangely enough, he doesn’t feel hungover at all, despite the large amount of alcohol he consumed. Glancing to his left, Kyungsoo glowers at the time on his alarm clock - six in the morning. Thank god he doesn’t have to work.
Rubbing his eyes, he happens to look over to the other side of his bed, the side beside the wall that he rarely occupies, and nearly falls off the bed. There’s a person - a stranger in his bed. Soojung definitely doesn’t have tanned skin and broad, muscular shoulders. Oh god, there’s a man in his bed.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Kyungsoo curses quietly, yanking at his own hair. What the fuck happened last night? Did he have sex? He’s not even gay! With a gulp, he lifts the blanket. He’s still wearing his underwear, so maybe they didn’t go all the way.
He struggles to remember and recall what happened after Minseok and the guys left him. He was sitting in the booth and ordered another beer from Taeyeon, and then...and then that (admittedly) handsome guy with silvery hair appeared and sat across from him. But what else? He can’t remember anything else.
“Mmm, awake already?” A husky, deep voice speaks up from next to him, and the bed shifts as the stranger lying next to him rolls over with a sleepy smile. His silvery bedhead is gorgeous, perfectly messy, and his smile is charming. It’s like some male model came straight out of a magazine and landed next to him.
Kyungsoo’s voice falls short when the man leans up, nosing at Kyungsoo’s throat and pressing a kiss to his collarbone. His mind goes blank when a hand tilts his jaw and soft lips slide over his own. The stranger sighs, indulging himself in the kiss, and Kyungsoo finds his lips responding favorably, though his mind is screaming to him that this is a man and not Soojung, his fully devoted girlfriend of eight years. Hands slide over Kyungsoo’s bare chest, making a small journey to his shoulders where he’s suddenly shoved down, head meeting the pillows. The kiss is broken as the other man rips the blankets away and fully slides over to straddle Kyungsoo’s hips with a lazy smirk. Kyungsoo admires his slim and fit body with wide eyes, hands instinctively placing themselves on the stranger’s hips, thumbing the gray band of his black boxers.
When the man leans down for another kiss, Kyungsoo finally finds it in himself to put a stop to it, bracing his hands on the man’s chest (inwardly screaming because god it’s so firm and nothing like Kyungsoo’s pudgy, scrawny build) and pushing him away with a nervous laugh.
The silver-haired man pouts stubbornly. “What?”
“U-Um, did we...you know...last night?” Kyungsoo asks with a sheepish smile.
“Aw, do you not remember, baby?” the handsome man traces a finger along the pale expanse of Kyungsoo’s stomach. He flashes Kyungsoo a blinding smile. “My name is Jongin, and we met at the bar, remember? We just made out a little, but you were so sleepy when we came back here that you passed out. That’s okay, though, I like morning sex too.” Jongin tries to kiss him again, but Kyungsoo stops him once more, earning a scowl.
“B-But…” Kyungsoo has trouble getting out the words for some reason. “I’m, uh-oh.” His eyes roll back as he lets out a groan when Jongin starts to move his hips, purposefully grinding against Kyungsoo’s clothed cock. Warmth rushes down to his groin, and Kyungsoo’s hold weakens, allowing Jongin to grasp his hands in his own and shove them down against the pillows.
“It’s your first time with a man?” Jongin assumes he’s trying to say. “That’s okay. I’ll make you feel really good.”
He feels himself fully giving in when those plush lips meet his own again. All thoughts of Soojung and how wrong this is leave his mind, and Kyungsoo’s eyes flutter shut as a haze fills his mind, heady and hot. Jongin releases his wrists, and the dark-haired man just moves his hands to tangle in the former’s messy hair. His hips buck with every roll of Jongin’s, feeling their arousals rub against each other and groaning.
It’s strange, really. Kyungsoo’s never questioned his sexuality. He’s never experimented with other men or found his eyes lingering on one, but it’s evident how turned on he is when he gasps and can’t control the sounds escaping his lips when Jongin moves to slather his throat in sucks and bites, moving to Kyungsoo’s chest when the latter asks him to leave no marks. He shifts his position, moving off of Kyungsoo’s legs to slip in and kneel between them, hiking Kyungsoo’s legs around his hips.
Kyungsoo’s thighs tremble when Jongin sucks harshly on his nipples, swirling his tongue around each of the nubs, and causing Kyungsoo to experience a sensation never known to him. He’s never been touched like that there before, and he jolts when Jongin’s hand moves to grope his hardened cock through his underwear, thumb rubbing over the wet patch where his precum has stained the fabric.
“You’re so hard already, Kyungsoo,” he muses with a grin. “I haven’t even done anything.”
Kyungsoo blushes, but he has no time for modesty as Jongin tugs down his boxers, pulling them all the way down his legs and flinging them to the floor. Jongin licks his lips as he wraps his hand around Kyungsoo’s erection, stroking him before leaning down to take the reddening tip into his mouth, listening to Kyungsoo moan throatily and watching him cling to the pillows under his head. Jongin swallows him down easily, tongue swirling around his length as he pulls off, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the tip. He expects it when Kyungsoo chokes out a broken curses and ropes of semen decorate his swollen lips.
It’s unbelievably arousing when Kyungsoo watches Jongin’s tongue flick across his upper lip sensually, catching the cum dripping there before his thumb moves to wipe it from the corner of his mouth, licking it off from there as well as if it’s some sort of treat.
Jongin sits up and starts pulling down his own boxers. Kyungsoo tries not to stare too pointedly at the thick and long erection standing at attention between his legs. God, dicks are ugly, but Jongin’s isn’t that bad to look at. He gulps as the silver-haired man reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube Kyungsoo had left there a few nights ago.
“Turn over, baby, hands and knees,” Jongin taps Kyungsoo’s hips, and the latter moves without thinking, hands gripping the pillows as he fully exposes himself for the other man. He doesn’t know why or how but his cock is already back in the game, arousal building in his hips even though all Jongin did was tell him to move.
Jongin caresses the back of one of his thighs as he pops open the cap of the lube, drizzling it on three of his fingers. Kyungsoo visibly tenses when one of his buttocks is grabbed and pulled aside to further reveal his puckered entrance. It’s so cute that Jongin can’t help but press an open-mouthed kiss there, eliciting a weird sound to bubble from Kyungsoo’s lips. Not too sooner does he feel something start to press inside, one of Jongin’s fingers.
It’s not bad but it’s not pleasurable either - it just feels strange. The digit moves in and out a bit before Jongin adds another, the pair slipping in and making Kyungsoo bite his lip as it stings. The pain intensifies when the third is pressed in, and Kyungsoo hisses as Jongin scissors them. But the other man starts to thrust them in and out at a quickening pace, pressing them all the way up to the last knuckle until he finds Kyungsoo’s prostate when he crooks his fingers. Kyungsoo arches his back as his nerves light up, pleasure he’s never felt before swimming through his veins. Jongin rubs up against that spot until the other man is trembling and close to orgasm.
“So cute,” Jongin coos, pulling out his fingers and wiping them on Kyungsoo’s thigh. He flips Kyungsoo back over, smiling at the other’s dazed expression. “Feels good, right?”
“Yeah,” Kyungsoo breathes, watching the blond lube himself up with hooded eyes and nonchalantly wondering how the hell that’s going to fit inside him. Hooking his arms around his knees, he pulls them up to his chest and jolts when he feels the tip of Jongin’s cock rub against his stretched hole, teasing for a moment before he starts to push inside.
“Oh, shit,” Kyungsoo groans and throws his head back. It hurts like a bitch, but Jongin doesn’t stop until he’s all the way inside. His toes curl from the feeling of being full, and sweat drips down from his temple as Jongin bends down to kiss him, tongue making its way inside. It feels almost instantaneous, the way that the pain goes away. It’s as if Jongin sucks it out with his kiss.
Letting go of his legs, he wraps them around Jongin’s waist, ankles crossing, and his hands claw at the other man’s broad shoulders. “Move, please,” he begs, shifting his hips to get any sort of friction.
Jongin smirks and grabs Kyungsoo’s hips and starts to move. Now, Kyungsoo has never been super vocal in bed, but the moment Jongin starts to thrust into him, he can’t suppresses the tiny cries that spill from his mouth, eyes clenching shut as all he can focus on is the amazing sensation of Jongin’s cock dragging along his walls and stretching him open.
“So good, baby, so tight,” Jongin groans, his face twisting beautifully while Kyungsoo figures he looks like a hot mess with the tears he can’t suppress and the gasping sounds that escape him. The tanned man pushes himself up and starts to pound into Kyungsoo with extended fervor, the slaps of their skin echoing throughout the room along with the creaking of the bed’s box spring.
“I-I can’t,” Kyungsoo gasps out, “I’m gonna cum.” He scratches as Jongin’s shoulder blades, blunt nails digging in as he shudders, stomach tensing as he releases over his own chest, coming untouched.
Jongin doesn’t relent, however, chasing his own orgasm as he pulls out, flipping Kyungsoo onto his stomach again. Too weakened to hold himself up, Kyungsoo buries his face into the pillows, turning his head to the side for air as Jongin enters him again. He whimpers from oversensitivity as the other man thrusts into him madly, gripping Kyungsoo’s ass tightly and watching his dick slide in and out. There’s no sign of Jongin coming other than a grunt of a moan and warmth spilling into Kyungsoo’s ass, another weird feeling.
“We should date,” Jongin states simply as he pulls out, as if he doesn’t feel like he ran a mile like Kyungsoo does.
Kyungsoo doesn’t reply, trying to catch his breath and collect himself. He feels Jongin turn him on his side before spooning him from behind, and Kyungsoo’s heart drops as he realizes what he just did. Soojung...How could he do this to her? Once she finds out, she’ll kill him, for sure.
“W-We can’t date,” he replies.
“Why not?” Jongin demands with a frown. When Kyungsoo is hesitant to reply, he sits up with a glare in his eyes, and Kyungsoo swears he sees them flash yellow for a split second. “Do you have someone else?”
“O-Of course not!” Kyungsoo lies in a panic. “I just...I meant that, um, I’m not ready yet.”
“Oh,” the silver-haired man relaxes and flashes another smile, lying back down. “That’s okay. I can warm you up to the idea.” He snickers and slides a hand down Kyungsoo’s thigh.
He’s in trouble.