Rum-tainted Kisses
Title: Rum-tainted Kisses [ONE-SHOT]
Rating: R
Pairing: KaiSoo
Length: approx. 2,100 words
Summary: Alcohol clouds the senses and Kyungsoo is no exception, especially when a certain playboy is involved.
Rum-tainted Kisses
“You realise you’re staring, right?”
Kyungsoo’s eyes flicked up to Chanyeol’s crooked smirk.
“I’m not staring,” he huffed, rolling his eyes and flicking his wrist to stir the vodka and coke mix clamped safely in his grasp.
“Yes, you are.” A chuckle escaped from Chanyeol’s throat. “You’ve been dragging me to this dive every week for the past month and, every time, you sit there and stare at him for most of the night.”
He swivelled on his stool and motioned to the boy sat lazily in the booth behind them. He was leaning back against the red leather with a thin shirt unbuttoned just low enough to catch a flash of his chest, like a slice of dark honey. Those full lips would tug at the corners and utter invisible words to the rest of the group gathered around as they drank the bar dry for yet another weekend. From the designer, flashy watches to the booze on tap, they practically leaked money from their pores and the girls flocked to the watering hole as if it was the height of summer. They loitered in clusters of 2 or 3 around the booth in the hope to catch one of the boy’s eyes. One boy, however, wasn’t taking the low-cut, high-heeled bait. One boy was lightly licking the edges of his luscious mouth and letting his gaze skim across the table to meet Kyungsoo’s as his heart thunked in his stomach-
“Oi! You’re doing it again!”
Chanyeol lashed out to punch his arm and the skin stung where his fist collided.
“Ow! I told you, I’m not staring!” he growled, rubbing the sore spot with clenched teeth.
“Whatever.” Chanyeol drained his drink and slid the glass across the bar before slapping Kyungsoo on the back. “I need a piss. You can get the next round in.”
As Chanyeol meandered through the thrumming crowd to find the toilets, Kyungsoo let out a long sigh and shifted uneasily in his seat. He knew full well he was being ridiculous. He knew he couldn’t change a thing. He knew he was embarrassing himself just by being there. Kyungsoo was a terrible liar because there was no escaping the harsh truth that made his heart ache.
Jongin had used him and then thrown him away like an old toy.
“I’m so pathetic,” he muttered to himself. Every shudder from the alcohol made the lasers dance a little brighter and wilder and numbed the pain a little. It took every ounce of effort for him not to turn his head and let his eyes drink in what he used to touch and kiss and caress with his fingertips secretly once the sun went down.
I should have known it was too good to be true.
And then someone tapped him on the shoulder.
He swallowed a gasp through parting lips.
Jongin…
They didn’t say anything for a few moments. People shouldered their way to the bar to buy drinks and laughed and cheered around them but it was as though a bubble had cocooned them in their own world to muffle the sounds of reality.
Eventually Kyungsoo’s throat unstuck and he broke the silence. “You didn’t call.”
Jongin nodded solemnly. “I know.”
For a mere second, it was like he’d returned; the puppy-eyed, sensitive Jongin that lurked behind the rich-boy façade. The Jongin that Kyungsoo had fallen for. The Jongin, it turned out, that had been an act all along.
He shook his head and grabbed his jacket. “Forget it. I don’t know what I’m doing here.”
“Where are you going? Wait!”
A hand shot out as deep voices chorused from the booth.
“Jongin! C’mon!”
Kyungsoo shoved his arms into the sleeves and spat as spitefully as he could, “Your posse is calling you.”
Tears brewing at his lashes, he stalked off and out into the street without a single look back.
It took almost 15 minutes of brisk walking for Kyungsoo to realise Jongin had been following him all along.
The moon shone brightly in the sky, like a half-bitten cookie, and illuminated the shiny, wet pavement. Between the soft splashes of his feet on the hard ground, Kyungsoo’s ears pricked to another pair of footsteps echoing behind him.
He peeked over his shoulder and spied a chilly Jongin with his chin buried in his chest and arms folded over his meagre layers to brace the biting wind.
Anger boiled and mixed unfavourably with the vodka shots settled in his stomach. “Go back to the bar, Jongin.”
The other didn’t retaliate, he only quickened his steps. Before long, Jongin was walking just behind Kyungsoo who kept his head locked forward and lips thinned.
“You’re mad at me.”
Kyungsoo scoffed, digging his hands deeper into his pockets. “No shit, Sherlock.”
“Can you stop walking so fast for a second? We need to talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” he growled. “We fucked. You got bored. That’s that.”
Just keep walking. Keep walking.
“Is that what you think?” Jongin breathed.
“What else was I supposed to think? You never called. You disappeared. It’s been over a month, Jongin. I got the fucking hint.”
He heaved a heavy sigh. “You want to know the truth? Kyungsoo, stop walking! Please!”
Kyungsoo’s feet stopped and the scraping sound of his shoes on the gravel resonated down the empty street. He felt, rather than saw, Jongin walk to his side. His voice was raw and husky.
“I was scared, okay? I was scared because…I was starting to feel something. That’s never happened to me before. The truth is…” he paused, letting his eyes fall to the floor. “You’re too good for me.”
Kyungsoo couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you serious? That’s your excuse? I’m not an idiot, Jongin!”
“I know - that’s the problem! You’re so…smart and together and successful and I’m just a screw-up that spends his dad’s money because that’s all I’m good for. You work at a university, for crying out loud! I don’t deserve someone like you.”
“So what’s changed? Why are you wasting your time talking to me now?”
Jongin picked uneasily at his shirt buttons. “Seeing you every week with that guy, it-…it made me realise what I was losing.”
Oh fuck, Chanyeol!
Kyungsoo had completely forgotten about the friend he’d left behind. No doubt he wouldn’t hear the end of it in the lab on Monday. Although, in that moment, he didn’t care so much about how dejected Chanyeol was probably feeling when Jongin’s wide chestnuts shone so beautifully under the streetlamp. The moonlight had disappeared behind thick clouds and fine drizzle sailed down from the heavens to fleck Jongin’s lips with moisture. Kyungsoo found himself leaning in but stopped himself and shook his head.
“You hurt me, Jongin. I can’t forget that.”
He made to turn away but cold fingers wrapped around his wrist.
“Let me make it up to you.”
He was mentally kicking himself for giving in but his skin was calling out to be touched by those hands and stroked by those fingertips and smothered by those lips all over again. Kyungsoo blamed the vodka but he was kidding himself - he was weak. He was a fool.
A fool falling through a doorway with a playboy kissing the back of his neck.
Jongin’s tongue tasted of rum but he didn’t care. As soon as it found its way through his lips and between his teeth to lavish the inside of his mouth, every muscle in his body melted and it was difficult to stand. With wild hands, they felt their way along the hallway to Kyungsoo’s bedroom and fell clumsily onto the bed. Jongin pushed Kyungsoo further into the mattress and started grinding his crotch to a steady rhythm, his hardness evident through the fabric and sending Kyungsoo’s nerve endings wild.
“I missed you so much, do you know that?” he breathed, now trailing his lips along Kyungsoo’s neck. “I was an idiot to nearly let you go.”
He nibbled at the skin and increased the pressure, running his long shaft between his thighs. Kyungsoo’s hips matched his pace and breathy groans vibrated from his throat while he clawed at the sheet.
“Jongin, p-please,” he pleaded. “Don’t tease. I hate it when you tease.”
Even in the minimal light, Jongin’s smirk flashed. He leant in to Kyungsoo’s ear.
“You always were a bad liar,” he whispered.
Kyungsoo couldn’t control himself any longer. He hooked his fingers in the gap of Jongin’s shirt and pulled it apart. Buttons flew in every direction and the toned flesh underneath made his thighs quiver. With heavy breaths and fumbling hands, they tore at each other’s clothing until the floor was strewn with jeans and underwear and Jongin towered with a hardened cock over a naked Kyungsoo lying on the bed. There wasn’t time for shyness and vulnerability, not when his blood was pumping so fast and hot in his veins.
Jongin’s lips tilted playfully at the corners. “Just relax, okay?”
Kyungsoo’s eyebrows knitted in confusion as the other’s head disappeared and a pair of hands parted his legs widely. He lifted his neck to see what was happening but threw it back onto the bed again when a wet tongue trailed along his inner thigh.
“You like that, right?” Jongin purred.
Kyungsoo nodded, practically trembling all over. “I s-said don’t tease.”
Jongin chuckled at his attempt to sound demanding and continued licking at his skin. He slowly worked his way up from just above his knee to towards his crotch and, just as Kyungsoo was about to complain about the teasing again, he found his hips bucking for the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
“Oh God!” he groaned, digging his nails hard into the fabric.
Jongin’s tongue flicked at the puckered hole between his legs, lightly circling his entrance and trailing the sensitive, pink skin with saliva. Hands continued to explore Kyungsoo’s thighs, completely ignoring his throbbing cock that ached against his flesh but the feel of Jongin’s tickling fingers combined with the wet muscle now easing its way inside him was enough to make him bite down hard on his lip. Without even thinking, Kyungsoo raked a hand through Jongin’s hair and starting grinding his hips against the younger’s face.
“That feels…so good…” he whined.
When Jongin slipped a single digit alongside his tongue, he felt like he was about to explode. He cried out with a loud moan and gripped harder on his hair. Kyungsoo could feel his entrance stretching to accommodate Jongin’s long, thick fingers with the help of the lubrication from his mouth while he lapped happily between his thighs.
“Jongin, p-please, I can’t take anymore,” he panted. “I fucking need you. Now.”
Jongin didn’t need telling twice. He knew exactly where to find what he needed; in the bottom drawer on the right. He clicked the lid open and covered his hands with the gooey substance before smothering his cock. A hunger oozed from his eyes as he pumped his shaft a couple of times and knelt on the bed. Grabbing Kyungsoo’s legs, he yanked him closer and, without so much as a breather, immediately slid himself inside.
Kyungsoo grimaced and arched his back, gasping as the sharp pain turned into pleasure with every pound against his body.
“Even after a little warm up, you’re still tight,” Jongin grinned with sweat building at his temples. “It feels so fucking great to be inside you again, you have no idea.”
Harder and harder Jongin’s hips smacked against his ass while his fingertips dug so hard into his skin that he was sure bruises would form. Kyungsoo went to grab at his leaking member, desperate for friction and a release, but Jongin batted his hand away.
“That’s my job.”
Fingers curled tightly around his shaft and pumped to the rhythm of his pelvis. All Kyungsoo could do was claw at the bed cover until it barely held on while the bed rocked and he cried out from the wave of relentless pleasure washing over him from all angles. His head felt fuzzy, like it was filled with hot air, and white spots dotted his vision.
“Fuck, I’m gonna-”
“Cum for me,” Jongin growled. His thrusts were now painfully deep, filling him up whole.
“Arrghhh!”
Kyungsoo arched his back one final time as the orgasm hit, spewing his warm seed over Jongin’s hand and screwing up his features to the sight of Jongin doing the same. They slowed their pace until, with glistening skin, Jongin fell down to Kyungsoo’s side with a sticky hand held up awkwardly in the air.
"Wow..." he puffed. His chest rose and fell sharply with exhaustion and his head turned. "Did I do it? Did I make it up to you?"
Now it was Kyungsoo's turn to smirk. "I'll call you."
This is dedicated to Bina [immorte.tumblr.com] (◕‿◕✿)
Other smutty one-shots: Pleasure, Squared [You/TaoRis/3k]
Rating: R
Pairing: KaiSoo
Length: approx. 2,100 words
Summary: Alcohol clouds the senses and Kyungsoo is no exception, especially when a certain playboy is involved.
Rum-tainted Kisses
“You realise you’re staring, right?”
Kyungsoo’s eyes flicked up to Chanyeol’s crooked smirk.
“I’m not staring,” he huffed, rolling his eyes and flicking his wrist to stir the vodka and coke mix clamped safely in his grasp.
“Yes, you are.” A chuckle escaped from Chanyeol’s throat. “You’ve been dragging me to this dive every week for the past month and, every time, you sit there and stare at him for most of the night.”
He swivelled on his stool and motioned to the boy sat lazily in the booth behind them. He was leaning back against the red leather with a thin shirt unbuttoned just low enough to catch a flash of his chest, like a slice of dark honey. Those full lips would tug at the corners and utter invisible words to the rest of the group gathered around as they drank the bar dry for yet another weekend. From the designer, flashy watches to the booze on tap, they practically leaked money from their pores and the girls flocked to the watering hole as if it was the height of summer. They loitered in clusters of 2 or 3 around the booth in the hope to catch one of the boy’s eyes. One boy, however, wasn’t taking the low-cut, high-heeled bait. One boy was lightly licking the edges of his luscious mouth and letting his gaze skim across the table to meet Kyungsoo’s as his heart thunked in his stomach-
“Oi! You’re doing it again!”
Chanyeol lashed out to punch his arm and the skin stung where his fist collided.
“Ow! I told you, I’m not staring!” he growled, rubbing the sore spot with clenched teeth.
“Whatever.” Chanyeol drained his drink and slid the glass across the bar before slapping Kyungsoo on the back. “I need a piss. You can get the next round in.”
As Chanyeol meandered through the thrumming crowd to find the toilets, Kyungsoo let out a long sigh and shifted uneasily in his seat. He knew full well he was being ridiculous. He knew he couldn’t change a thing. He knew he was embarrassing himself just by being there. Kyungsoo was a terrible liar because there was no escaping the harsh truth that made his heart ache.
Jongin had used him and then thrown him away like an old toy.
“I’m so pathetic,” he muttered to himself. Every shudder from the alcohol made the lasers dance a little brighter and wilder and numbed the pain a little. It took every ounce of effort for him not to turn his head and let his eyes drink in what he used to touch and kiss and caress with his fingertips secretly once the sun went down.
I should have known it was too good to be true.
And then someone tapped him on the shoulder.
He swallowed a gasp through parting lips.
Jongin…
They didn’t say anything for a few moments. People shouldered their way to the bar to buy drinks and laughed and cheered around them but it was as though a bubble had cocooned them in their own world to muffle the sounds of reality.
Eventually Kyungsoo’s throat unstuck and he broke the silence. “You didn’t call.”
Jongin nodded solemnly. “I know.”
For a mere second, it was like he’d returned; the puppy-eyed, sensitive Jongin that lurked behind the rich-boy façade. The Jongin that Kyungsoo had fallen for. The Jongin, it turned out, that had been an act all along.
He shook his head and grabbed his jacket. “Forget it. I don’t know what I’m doing here.”
“Where are you going? Wait!”
A hand shot out as deep voices chorused from the booth.
“Jongin! C’mon!”
Kyungsoo shoved his arms into the sleeves and spat as spitefully as he could, “Your posse is calling you.”
Tears brewing at his lashes, he stalked off and out into the street without a single look back.
It took almost 15 minutes of brisk walking for Kyungsoo to realise Jongin had been following him all along.
The moon shone brightly in the sky, like a half-bitten cookie, and illuminated the shiny, wet pavement. Between the soft splashes of his feet on the hard ground, Kyungsoo’s ears pricked to another pair of footsteps echoing behind him.
He peeked over his shoulder and spied a chilly Jongin with his chin buried in his chest and arms folded over his meagre layers to brace the biting wind.
Anger boiled and mixed unfavourably with the vodka shots settled in his stomach. “Go back to the bar, Jongin.”
The other didn’t retaliate, he only quickened his steps. Before long, Jongin was walking just behind Kyungsoo who kept his head locked forward and lips thinned.
“You’re mad at me.”
Kyungsoo scoffed, digging his hands deeper into his pockets. “No shit, Sherlock.”
“Can you stop walking so fast for a second? We need to talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” he growled. “We fucked. You got bored. That’s that.”
Just keep walking. Keep walking.
“Is that what you think?” Jongin breathed.
“What else was I supposed to think? You never called. You disappeared. It’s been over a month, Jongin. I got the fucking hint.”
He heaved a heavy sigh. “You want to know the truth? Kyungsoo, stop walking! Please!”
Kyungsoo’s feet stopped and the scraping sound of his shoes on the gravel resonated down the empty street. He felt, rather than saw, Jongin walk to his side. His voice was raw and husky.
“I was scared, okay? I was scared because…I was starting to feel something. That’s never happened to me before. The truth is…” he paused, letting his eyes fall to the floor. “You’re too good for me.”
Kyungsoo couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you serious? That’s your excuse? I’m not an idiot, Jongin!”
“I know - that’s the problem! You’re so…smart and together and successful and I’m just a screw-up that spends his dad’s money because that’s all I’m good for. You work at a university, for crying out loud! I don’t deserve someone like you.”
“So what’s changed? Why are you wasting your time talking to me now?”
Jongin picked uneasily at his shirt buttons. “Seeing you every week with that guy, it-…it made me realise what I was losing.”
Oh fuck, Chanyeol!
Kyungsoo had completely forgotten about the friend he’d left behind. No doubt he wouldn’t hear the end of it in the lab on Monday. Although, in that moment, he didn’t care so much about how dejected Chanyeol was probably feeling when Jongin’s wide chestnuts shone so beautifully under the streetlamp. The moonlight had disappeared behind thick clouds and fine drizzle sailed down from the heavens to fleck Jongin’s lips with moisture. Kyungsoo found himself leaning in but stopped himself and shook his head.
“You hurt me, Jongin. I can’t forget that.”
He made to turn away but cold fingers wrapped around his wrist.
“Let me make it up to you.”
He was mentally kicking himself for giving in but his skin was calling out to be touched by those hands and stroked by those fingertips and smothered by those lips all over again. Kyungsoo blamed the vodka but he was kidding himself - he was weak. He was a fool.
A fool falling through a doorway with a playboy kissing the back of his neck.
Jongin’s tongue tasted of rum but he didn’t care. As soon as it found its way through his lips and between his teeth to lavish the inside of his mouth, every muscle in his body melted and it was difficult to stand. With wild hands, they felt their way along the hallway to Kyungsoo’s bedroom and fell clumsily onto the bed. Jongin pushed Kyungsoo further into the mattress and started grinding his crotch to a steady rhythm, his hardness evident through the fabric and sending Kyungsoo’s nerve endings wild.
“I missed you so much, do you know that?” he breathed, now trailing his lips along Kyungsoo’s neck. “I was an idiot to nearly let you go.”
He nibbled at the skin and increased the pressure, running his long shaft between his thighs. Kyungsoo’s hips matched his pace and breathy groans vibrated from his throat while he clawed at the sheet.
“Jongin, p-please,” he pleaded. “Don’t tease. I hate it when you tease.”
Even in the minimal light, Jongin’s smirk flashed. He leant in to Kyungsoo’s ear.
“You always were a bad liar,” he whispered.
Kyungsoo couldn’t control himself any longer. He hooked his fingers in the gap of Jongin’s shirt and pulled it apart. Buttons flew in every direction and the toned flesh underneath made his thighs quiver. With heavy breaths and fumbling hands, they tore at each other’s clothing until the floor was strewn with jeans and underwear and Jongin towered with a hardened cock over a naked Kyungsoo lying on the bed. There wasn’t time for shyness and vulnerability, not when his blood was pumping so fast and hot in his veins.
Jongin’s lips tilted playfully at the corners. “Just relax, okay?”
Kyungsoo’s eyebrows knitted in confusion as the other’s head disappeared and a pair of hands parted his legs widely. He lifted his neck to see what was happening but threw it back onto the bed again when a wet tongue trailed along his inner thigh.
“You like that, right?” Jongin purred.
Kyungsoo nodded, practically trembling all over. “I s-said don’t tease.”
Jongin chuckled at his attempt to sound demanding and continued licking at his skin. He slowly worked his way up from just above his knee to towards his crotch and, just as Kyungsoo was about to complain about the teasing again, he found his hips bucking for the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
“Oh God!” he groaned, digging his nails hard into the fabric.
Jongin’s tongue flicked at the puckered hole between his legs, lightly circling his entrance and trailing the sensitive, pink skin with saliva. Hands continued to explore Kyungsoo’s thighs, completely ignoring his throbbing cock that ached against his flesh but the feel of Jongin’s tickling fingers combined with the wet muscle now easing its way inside him was enough to make him bite down hard on his lip. Without even thinking, Kyungsoo raked a hand through Jongin’s hair and starting grinding his hips against the younger’s face.
“That feels…so good…” he whined.
When Jongin slipped a single digit alongside his tongue, he felt like he was about to explode. He cried out with a loud moan and gripped harder on his hair. Kyungsoo could feel his entrance stretching to accommodate Jongin’s long, thick fingers with the help of the lubrication from his mouth while he lapped happily between his thighs.
“Jongin, p-please, I can’t take anymore,” he panted. “I fucking need you. Now.”
Jongin didn’t need telling twice. He knew exactly where to find what he needed; in the bottom drawer on the right. He clicked the lid open and covered his hands with the gooey substance before smothering his cock. A hunger oozed from his eyes as he pumped his shaft a couple of times and knelt on the bed. Grabbing Kyungsoo’s legs, he yanked him closer and, without so much as a breather, immediately slid himself inside.
Kyungsoo grimaced and arched his back, gasping as the sharp pain turned into pleasure with every pound against his body.
“Even after a little warm up, you’re still tight,” Jongin grinned with sweat building at his temples. “It feels so fucking great to be inside you again, you have no idea.”
Harder and harder Jongin’s hips smacked against his ass while his fingertips dug so hard into his skin that he was sure bruises would form. Kyungsoo went to grab at his leaking member, desperate for friction and a release, but Jongin batted his hand away.
“That’s my job.”
Fingers curled tightly around his shaft and pumped to the rhythm of his pelvis. All Kyungsoo could do was claw at the bed cover until it barely held on while the bed rocked and he cried out from the wave of relentless pleasure washing over him from all angles. His head felt fuzzy, like it was filled with hot air, and white spots dotted his vision.
“Fuck, I’m gonna-”
“Cum for me,” Jongin growled. His thrusts were now painfully deep, filling him up whole.
“Arrghhh!”
Kyungsoo arched his back one final time as the orgasm hit, spewing his warm seed over Jongin’s hand and screwing up his features to the sight of Jongin doing the same. They slowed their pace until, with glistening skin, Jongin fell down to Kyungsoo’s side with a sticky hand held up awkwardly in the air.
"Wow..." he puffed. His chest rose and fell sharply with exhaustion and his head turned. "Did I do it? Did I make it up to you?"
Now it was Kyungsoo's turn to smirk. "I'll call you."
This is dedicated to Bina [immorte.tumblr.com] (◕‿◕✿)
Other smutty one-shots: Pleasure, Squared [You/TaoRis/3k]