light of my life (fire of my loins)
pairing: xiuhun
rating/warning: nc-17, daddy kink
length: 2260w, oneshot
genre: smut
summary: the star forward craves subjugation and the young goalie gives it to him. inspired by this prompt on epm.
note: fucking shit it's almost 2:30 am i have no idea what i just wrote but i think i might be ashamed of it but i hope it's ok???
Minseok has a keen eye for what’s going on around most of the time and a reasonable talent for inciting the affections, fury, or respect of whomever he so chooses. He’s got Luhan wrapped around his little finger, and it shows - the two of them are their makeshift soccer team’s line of attack, and they’re good at it - but, no matter what anyone might think or what Luhan might hope, Minseok’s heart is far from Luhan’s long fingers. They’re teammates and nothing more, because right now, when they’re up in the enemy territory near the opposite goal, Minseok is perfectly aware of the defenders flocking him and Luhan’s feet and the angle of attack he wants to take, but he has no idea how to fathom the miserable desire that fills him when he glances back and meets his goalie’s eyes.
Oh Sehun, at only nineteen, has the team’s goal under locks and Minseok’s heart in a constant chokehold. It’s an impressive act they put on, Minseok demanding his respect and treating him like any other teammate, if not more patronizingly, when they’re with everyone else, but by night, Sehun will have his own star forward on his knees and begging.
Minseok swallows the wild sentiment and breaks his eyes away. He passes to Luhan and darts between two of the boys on the opposing team, jumping in front of one of them to grab Luhan’s pass and kick it into the goal, winning the game seconds before the whistle is blown and his heel skids on mud and he topples over on top of the boy. He laughs and apologizes, flashing the stranger his most charming smile, and they brush the dirt off of one another before shaking hands and jogging back to their respective teams, Minseok linking arms with Luhan and practically skipping in celebration of their victory - just because it’s an early-season scrimmage doesn’t mean they can’t be excited over it.
Minseok can feel Sehun’s glare tracking him as he spins Luhan around, but he doesn’t care. He takes a perverse sort of pleasure in rubbing the younger boy the wrong way, because he knows he’ll get to feel the beautiful brunt of Sehun’s anger later, but not without pushing it a little bit more.
The whole team pulls into a crushing hug, Sehun’s possessive hand on Minseok’s ass while Joonmyeon and Yi Fan, as manager and captain, respectively, say a few congratulatory words and usher them all in a laughing clump back into the locker room. The guy who Minseok tripped over offers him a smirk and a really stupid, porny wink when Minseok’s shirt is halfway off, showing off a few of last night’s hickeys. Minseok snorts, raising his eyebrows at the boy in goodhearted acknowledgement, and shivers when he realizes that Sehun noticed.
This doesn’t bode well for tonight, but it only serves to make Minseok more excited. His mind has its twisted kinks, and Sehun knows them far too well.
But Minseok sits down on the bench, still shirtless, and unties his cleats, glancing up every few seconds to make sure he’s being watched because his desire to incite the fury and affection of Oh Sehun is constant and inexhaustible.
He’s a precocious, self-aware little Judas, and he’s grinning when Sehun shoves him into one of the curtained-off shower stalls and presses his skinny shoulders against the tiled wall under the flow of cold water.
Sehun blinks water droplets off of his eyelashes.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he hisses, and Minseok can’t do anything but shrug and cast his eyes down, his face flushing red, because the way Sehun’s lanky body arches around his own makes his sharp brain go all stupid and submissive. Their relationship is such a deliciously messy reversal of their typical roles because some nights - most nights - all Minseok craves is a little degradation and Sehun is sick of being dismissed as a child.
Their shower escapade culminates in Minseok heading to their team dinner with Sehun’s favorite little bullet vibe up his ass and the grass stains from the game still green on his knobby knees. Everyone’s too busy to notice, though, because they’re all drinking and yelling and Minseok’s insisting that Sehun drink and that Sehun call him hyung and that Sehun not be so stupid until Sehun clicks the little button on the vibe remote and Minseok cries out midsentence.
Luhan’s clinging to him in a matter of seconds, making sure he’s okay, and Sehun stiffens.
Minseok’s eyes are wide and boyish when they meet Sehun’s and his face is pale.
“I, ah, I think I must’ve pulled something falling over that kid,” he laughs, but his voice is curt as his white knuckles clench the table and he props himself up against it. “I should probably get home and get to sleep.”
“What, did you scrape your knees falling for him?” Jongdae chides, “Or are those grass stains just from sucking him off?”
This prompts a howling laugh from Chanyeol. Sehun glares at the two defenders.
“Have s-some respect for your hyung, my God,” Minseok groans, nearly falling back down to the booth as he tries to sound fed-up but his voice ends up wanton and debauched. “You’re both disgusting,” he huffs in a breathy half-whisper. “Now help me home, Sehun. I really think something’s wrong.”
Sehun nods curtly, downing the rest of his beer and calmly watching as sweat breaks out on Minseok’s forehead. The elder kicks him under the table and Sehun smiles, reaching into his pocket to pull out enough money for both of their meals and switch off the vibrator.
“Fine, fine. Shall we?”
“I think you mean ‘Shall we, hyung?’” Minseok replies haughtily, biting his lip to keep from showing too much relief. His voice is still heightened and hushed, at least.
Sehun rolls his eyes, grabbing Minseok by the arm and tugging him outside. It takes longer than it should because Minseok decides he needs to fake a limp and make it believable.
When they finally do get out into the warm spring air, Sehun’s got Minseok’s collar in his hand and his tongue in his teeth.
“What was that shit?” he asks against Minseok’s lips, tugging his lover into a taxi. “D’you think you’re funny?”
Minseok bites his lip and blinks at Sehun. “Will you still fuck me if I do?”
Sehun rattles off Minseok’s address because his own is somewhat compromised by his parents’ presence and then turns back to his hopeful boy.
“If you’re good,” he chuckles, shrugging, and pulls out his phone. He turns the toy back on and turns his attention to a mindless mobile game while Minseok’s breathing hitches and escapes in soft fragments of moans.
He knows well enough not to cry out, but he’s always been a screamer. He’s not very good at this whole silent, submissive, demure thing, but neither he nor Sehun cares. They both get a miserable high out of the younger’s bony hand on the elder’s round ass, slapping him around and disrespecting him and reversing the paradigm set out on the soccer field. This whole thing is a strange experiment borne of late nights and shameful Internet research and a lot of goddamn time in locker room showers, but it’s evolved beautifully, even if it doesn’t come naturally.
Natural talent is hardly important, although it comes in handy when Minseok has one hand tangled in Sehun’s hair and is unlocking his door with the other and still has enough audacity to pull on the bubblegum pink mess, incoherently begging for Sehun to relieve the tent in his shorts and turn off the vibrator, p-please and thank you.
His pleas are met with nothing but a smirk. Sehun’s pretty little mouth curls up at the corner and the door is slammed shut by Minseok’s worn-out body.
“What do you say?”
“P-please?”
“Please what?”
“Please, Sehun oppa. D-daddy,” Minseok exhales, pressing his hips into Sehun’s body. “Fuck me.”
“You’ll have to wait,” the younger insists lightly, and the thought of demanding a hyung thrown on the end of that doesn’t even cross Minseok’s mind. He wants nothing more than Sehun’s cock inside him and Sehun’s body warm around him.
And Sehun wants nothing more than Minseok on his knees and desperate.
He tugs Minseok once more by the collar, but this time into the bedroom. The redhead’s muscles are tensed and his skin is already hot with sweat and anticipation as he kneels, waiting for Sehun’s nod before he unbuttons the boy’s jeans to pull his leaking, half-hard cock from his underwear.
“May I?” Minseok asks delicately.
“Ask properly, Minseok.”
“Daddy, may I?” he asks, his eyes shiny with want. He’s irresistible like this, not quite all the way undone but eager to get there, and Sehun’s composure can’t keep up for too much longer.
Still, Sehun nods curtly. Minseok, however, promptly takes him deep. It’s a reasonable feat, considering the size of Sehun’s cock, and in the younger boy’s half-drunk state, it feels like a new sort of heaven.
“Suck, damnit,” he hisses, and a strange thrill runs through Minseok’s tensed thighs as he pushes Sehun’s hips back against the bed. He loves the sensual subjugation in the act of giving up control and merely obeying his beautiful boy’s commands.
He doesn’t know or particularly care why it’s the case, but he knows that he loves the weight of Sehun’s long cock on his jaw and that familiar ache in his throat. He loves the emptiness that overtakes his mind and the simplicity of pleasing Sehun. He loves Sehun’s fingers in his hair, and he’s so overtaken by sensation and emotion that he can’t help but wrap a hand around his own aching cock.
Sehun, ever-conscious, grabs Minseok’s wrist and pulls out of his mouth, pulling him up to his eye level.
“Now you’re in for it,” he murmurs, rummaging in a bedside drawer for the ring he knows is there.
Minseok sits down on the bed and fists his hands into the sheets. Sehun slides the ring onto him, not breaking eye contact and pulling Minseok into a sweet kiss.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“P-please, Daddy.”
“Then you’ll have to prove it,” Sehun chuckles, forcing his fingers easily into Minseok’s hot mouth. He removes Minseok’s shorts and turns the elder so that he’s bent over the bed, cock rubbing against the sheets while Sehun eases a single finger into his hole next to the buzzing vibrator.
He curls it and Minseok clenches and cries out, rutting against the bed. He’s a mess already, totally overstimulated, and Sehun’s nowhere near ready to fuck him.
At the second finger, Sehun slaps a hand over Minseok’s mouth. The elder is moaning so desperately that his pseudo-master can barely even take it.
The third finger is too much. Minseok’s wrecked, muscles and cock and mind all straining for Sehun’s approval. His petite form is begging in its lovely entirety and Sehun sighs.
“Do you want my cock?”
Minseok nods.
Sehun pulls him up by the hair. “What was that?”
“Please, Daddy. Please.”
“Have you learnt a lesson?”
“I - I have, Daddy.”
“Good. Don’t fucking flirt with assholes from the opposite team, mm?”
“Yes, Daddy. P-please fuck me, Sehun-oppa. Please let me come,” Minseok begs, any playfulness in his eyes replaced with heated need, and Sehun grins as he complies.
“You can’t touch yourself,” he whispers. “I’ll make you come on my own.”
His relative youth is almost evident in his near-gleeful voice, but Minseok can’t even notice it, let alone prey on it, in his debauched state. He just exhales in a wanton gasp when Sehun removes the ring and the vibe and replaces them with his thick, wet cock.
Minseok's hands scramble for purchase on the sheets once more as Sehun’s fingernails add to the framework of bruises and scratches that already decorate his back. His mind returns to somewhere near spatial awareness and yet somewhere a thousand times further away, because he has absolutely no concept of what’s up and what’s down, but he’s distinctly aware of Sehun’s beautiful, warm body enveloping him and fucking him and assuring him that he’s still there and in love and loved and incredibly alive.
Yeah, he’s beyond alive, and his goalkeeper certainly loves him in the strangest and most wonderfully dominant sort of way. He loves his goalkeeper too, and he swears that heaven feels like Sehun’s warm embrace as they both come in a simultaneous cadence of high-pitched moans on Minseok’s creaking bed.
Minseok curls up in Sehun’s arms on top of the mess of cum and dirt and discarded toys, because he really, ultimately does not care about whatever the hell is going around him or about inciting anyone’s fury or admiration or respect. Handsome strangers and easy victories and stupid jokes don’t matter either.
All that matters is the way he and Sehun fit together in the bed and the way that they so perfectly satiate one another’s needs and the way that Sehun whistles through his teeth when he sleeps but Minseok has no idea about it because he’s asleep too, leaving a tiny bit of drool on Sehun’s sweat-soaked shirt. The daddy issues don’t need to be addressed and the wounds don’t need to be licked quite yet: they can all wait for the morning, or the far future.
All that matters is that the star forward is fast asleep in the precocious young goalie’s strong arms, and that neither of them is aware of anything else.
prequel
rating/warning: nc-17, daddy kink
length: 2260w, oneshot
genre: smut
summary: the star forward craves subjugation and the young goalie gives it to him. inspired by this prompt on epm.
note: fucking shit it's almost 2:30 am i have no idea what i just wrote but i think i might be ashamed of it but i hope it's ok???
Minseok has a keen eye for what’s going on around most of the time and a reasonable talent for inciting the affections, fury, or respect of whomever he so chooses. He’s got Luhan wrapped around his little finger, and it shows - the two of them are their makeshift soccer team’s line of attack, and they’re good at it - but, no matter what anyone might think or what Luhan might hope, Minseok’s heart is far from Luhan’s long fingers. They’re teammates and nothing more, because right now, when they’re up in the enemy territory near the opposite goal, Minseok is perfectly aware of the defenders flocking him and Luhan’s feet and the angle of attack he wants to take, but he has no idea how to fathom the miserable desire that fills him when he glances back and meets his goalie’s eyes.
Oh Sehun, at only nineteen, has the team’s goal under locks and Minseok’s heart in a constant chokehold. It’s an impressive act they put on, Minseok demanding his respect and treating him like any other teammate, if not more patronizingly, when they’re with everyone else, but by night, Sehun will have his own star forward on his knees and begging.
Minseok swallows the wild sentiment and breaks his eyes away. He passes to Luhan and darts between two of the boys on the opposing team, jumping in front of one of them to grab Luhan’s pass and kick it into the goal, winning the game seconds before the whistle is blown and his heel skids on mud and he topples over on top of the boy. He laughs and apologizes, flashing the stranger his most charming smile, and they brush the dirt off of one another before shaking hands and jogging back to their respective teams, Minseok linking arms with Luhan and practically skipping in celebration of their victory - just because it’s an early-season scrimmage doesn’t mean they can’t be excited over it.
Minseok can feel Sehun’s glare tracking him as he spins Luhan around, but he doesn’t care. He takes a perverse sort of pleasure in rubbing the younger boy the wrong way, because he knows he’ll get to feel the beautiful brunt of Sehun’s anger later, but not without pushing it a little bit more.
The whole team pulls into a crushing hug, Sehun’s possessive hand on Minseok’s ass while Joonmyeon and Yi Fan, as manager and captain, respectively, say a few congratulatory words and usher them all in a laughing clump back into the locker room. The guy who Minseok tripped over offers him a smirk and a really stupid, porny wink when Minseok’s shirt is halfway off, showing off a few of last night’s hickeys. Minseok snorts, raising his eyebrows at the boy in goodhearted acknowledgement, and shivers when he realizes that Sehun noticed.
This doesn’t bode well for tonight, but it only serves to make Minseok more excited. His mind has its twisted kinks, and Sehun knows them far too well.
But Minseok sits down on the bench, still shirtless, and unties his cleats, glancing up every few seconds to make sure he’s being watched because his desire to incite the fury and affection of Oh Sehun is constant and inexhaustible.
He’s a precocious, self-aware little Judas, and he’s grinning when Sehun shoves him into one of the curtained-off shower stalls and presses his skinny shoulders against the tiled wall under the flow of cold water.
Sehun blinks water droplets off of his eyelashes.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he hisses, and Minseok can’t do anything but shrug and cast his eyes down, his face flushing red, because the way Sehun’s lanky body arches around his own makes his sharp brain go all stupid and submissive. Their relationship is such a deliciously messy reversal of their typical roles because some nights - most nights - all Minseok craves is a little degradation and Sehun is sick of being dismissed as a child.
Their shower escapade culminates in Minseok heading to their team dinner with Sehun’s favorite little bullet vibe up his ass and the grass stains from the game still green on his knobby knees. Everyone’s too busy to notice, though, because they’re all drinking and yelling and Minseok’s insisting that Sehun drink and that Sehun call him hyung and that Sehun not be so stupid until Sehun clicks the little button on the vibe remote and Minseok cries out midsentence.
Luhan’s clinging to him in a matter of seconds, making sure he’s okay, and Sehun stiffens.
Minseok’s eyes are wide and boyish when they meet Sehun’s and his face is pale.
“I, ah, I think I must’ve pulled something falling over that kid,” he laughs, but his voice is curt as his white knuckles clench the table and he props himself up against it. “I should probably get home and get to sleep.”
“What, did you scrape your knees falling for him?” Jongdae chides, “Or are those grass stains just from sucking him off?”
This prompts a howling laugh from Chanyeol. Sehun glares at the two defenders.
“Have s-some respect for your hyung, my God,” Minseok groans, nearly falling back down to the booth as he tries to sound fed-up but his voice ends up wanton and debauched. “You’re both disgusting,” he huffs in a breathy half-whisper. “Now help me home, Sehun. I really think something’s wrong.”
Sehun nods curtly, downing the rest of his beer and calmly watching as sweat breaks out on Minseok’s forehead. The elder kicks him under the table and Sehun smiles, reaching into his pocket to pull out enough money for both of their meals and switch off the vibrator.
“Fine, fine. Shall we?”
“I think you mean ‘Shall we, hyung?’” Minseok replies haughtily, biting his lip to keep from showing too much relief. His voice is still heightened and hushed, at least.
Sehun rolls his eyes, grabbing Minseok by the arm and tugging him outside. It takes longer than it should because Minseok decides he needs to fake a limp and make it believable.
When they finally do get out into the warm spring air, Sehun’s got Minseok’s collar in his hand and his tongue in his teeth.
“What was that shit?” he asks against Minseok’s lips, tugging his lover into a taxi. “D’you think you’re funny?”
Minseok bites his lip and blinks at Sehun. “Will you still fuck me if I do?”
Sehun rattles off Minseok’s address because his own is somewhat compromised by his parents’ presence and then turns back to his hopeful boy.
“If you’re good,” he chuckles, shrugging, and pulls out his phone. He turns the toy back on and turns his attention to a mindless mobile game while Minseok’s breathing hitches and escapes in soft fragments of moans.
He knows well enough not to cry out, but he’s always been a screamer. He’s not very good at this whole silent, submissive, demure thing, but neither he nor Sehun cares. They both get a miserable high out of the younger’s bony hand on the elder’s round ass, slapping him around and disrespecting him and reversing the paradigm set out on the soccer field. This whole thing is a strange experiment borne of late nights and shameful Internet research and a lot of goddamn time in locker room showers, but it’s evolved beautifully, even if it doesn’t come naturally.
Natural talent is hardly important, although it comes in handy when Minseok has one hand tangled in Sehun’s hair and is unlocking his door with the other and still has enough audacity to pull on the bubblegum pink mess, incoherently begging for Sehun to relieve the tent in his shorts and turn off the vibrator, p-please and thank you.
His pleas are met with nothing but a smirk. Sehun’s pretty little mouth curls up at the corner and the door is slammed shut by Minseok’s worn-out body.
“What do you say?”
“P-please?”
“Please what?”
“Please, Sehun oppa. D-daddy,” Minseok exhales, pressing his hips into Sehun’s body. “Fuck me.”
“You’ll have to wait,” the younger insists lightly, and the thought of demanding a hyung thrown on the end of that doesn’t even cross Minseok’s mind. He wants nothing more than Sehun’s cock inside him and Sehun’s body warm around him.
And Sehun wants nothing more than Minseok on his knees and desperate.
He tugs Minseok once more by the collar, but this time into the bedroom. The redhead’s muscles are tensed and his skin is already hot with sweat and anticipation as he kneels, waiting for Sehun’s nod before he unbuttons the boy’s jeans to pull his leaking, half-hard cock from his underwear.
“May I?” Minseok asks delicately.
“Ask properly, Minseok.”
“Daddy, may I?” he asks, his eyes shiny with want. He’s irresistible like this, not quite all the way undone but eager to get there, and Sehun’s composure can’t keep up for too much longer.
Still, Sehun nods curtly. Minseok, however, promptly takes him deep. It’s a reasonable feat, considering the size of Sehun’s cock, and in the younger boy’s half-drunk state, it feels like a new sort of heaven.
“Suck, damnit,” he hisses, and a strange thrill runs through Minseok’s tensed thighs as he pushes Sehun’s hips back against the bed. He loves the sensual subjugation in the act of giving up control and merely obeying his beautiful boy’s commands.
He doesn’t know or particularly care why it’s the case, but he knows that he loves the weight of Sehun’s long cock on his jaw and that familiar ache in his throat. He loves the emptiness that overtakes his mind and the simplicity of pleasing Sehun. He loves Sehun’s fingers in his hair, and he’s so overtaken by sensation and emotion that he can’t help but wrap a hand around his own aching cock.
Sehun, ever-conscious, grabs Minseok’s wrist and pulls out of his mouth, pulling him up to his eye level.
“Now you’re in for it,” he murmurs, rummaging in a bedside drawer for the ring he knows is there.
Minseok sits down on the bed and fists his hands into the sheets. Sehun slides the ring onto him, not breaking eye contact and pulling Minseok into a sweet kiss.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“P-please, Daddy.”
“Then you’ll have to prove it,” Sehun chuckles, forcing his fingers easily into Minseok’s hot mouth. He removes Minseok’s shorts and turns the elder so that he’s bent over the bed, cock rubbing against the sheets while Sehun eases a single finger into his hole next to the buzzing vibrator.
He curls it and Minseok clenches and cries out, rutting against the bed. He’s a mess already, totally overstimulated, and Sehun’s nowhere near ready to fuck him.
At the second finger, Sehun slaps a hand over Minseok’s mouth. The elder is moaning so desperately that his pseudo-master can barely even take it.
The third finger is too much. Minseok’s wrecked, muscles and cock and mind all straining for Sehun’s approval. His petite form is begging in its lovely entirety and Sehun sighs.
“Do you want my cock?”
Minseok nods.
Sehun pulls him up by the hair. “What was that?”
“Please, Daddy. Please.”
“Have you learnt a lesson?”
“I - I have, Daddy.”
“Good. Don’t fucking flirt with assholes from the opposite team, mm?”
“Yes, Daddy. P-please fuck me, Sehun-oppa. Please let me come,” Minseok begs, any playfulness in his eyes replaced with heated need, and Sehun grins as he complies.
“You can’t touch yourself,” he whispers. “I’ll make you come on my own.”
His relative youth is almost evident in his near-gleeful voice, but Minseok can’t even notice it, let alone prey on it, in his debauched state. He just exhales in a wanton gasp when Sehun removes the ring and the vibe and replaces them with his thick, wet cock.
Minseok's hands scramble for purchase on the sheets once more as Sehun’s fingernails add to the framework of bruises and scratches that already decorate his back. His mind returns to somewhere near spatial awareness and yet somewhere a thousand times further away, because he has absolutely no concept of what’s up and what’s down, but he’s distinctly aware of Sehun’s beautiful, warm body enveloping him and fucking him and assuring him that he’s still there and in love and loved and incredibly alive.
Yeah, he’s beyond alive, and his goalkeeper certainly loves him in the strangest and most wonderfully dominant sort of way. He loves his goalkeeper too, and he swears that heaven feels like Sehun’s warm embrace as they both come in a simultaneous cadence of high-pitched moans on Minseok’s creaking bed.
Minseok curls up in Sehun’s arms on top of the mess of cum and dirt and discarded toys, because he really, ultimately does not care about whatever the hell is going around him or about inciting anyone’s fury or admiration or respect. Handsome strangers and easy victories and stupid jokes don’t matter either.
All that matters is the way he and Sehun fit together in the bed and the way that they so perfectly satiate one another’s needs and the way that Sehun whistles through his teeth when he sleeps but Minseok has no idea about it because he’s asleep too, leaving a tiny bit of drool on Sehun’s sweat-soaked shirt. The daddy issues don’t need to be addressed and the wounds don’t need to be licked quite yet: they can all wait for the morning, or the far future.
All that matters is that the star forward is fast asleep in the precocious young goalie’s strong arms, and that neither of them is aware of anything else.
prequel