porny got7 ficlets
A Mother’s Touch
Jaebum/Youngjae | pg-15 | 750 words
a/n: i don'T KNOW, I was kind of inspired by an old Merlin fic and I was thinking about Youngjae's college entrance exams a while ago. I was also thinking about Jaebum’s boobs don’t judge
Youngjae doesn’t deal with stress well. Jaebum can see how haggard his roommate looks as the college entrance exams creep closer and closer and with each and every day it does, the circles under Youngjae’s eyes become darker and darker. It’s a blessing that they’ve finished promotions just in time for Youngjae to squeeze in a few hours to revise for the exams in-between studying the foreign scribblings of hiragana for the and the choreography for their Japanese promotions.
It pains Jaebum’s heart not only as the leader by as Youngjae’s hyung to see the textbooks that Youngjae lugs around into their car and bury his nose in-between those short rides from the dorm to their practice room. It’s the first time that Jaebum hasn’t had to spend five minutes by their bedside, patting the younger until the sleepy haze from Youngjae’s eyes disappear because most of the time Youngjae’s already awake jotting down haphazard notes using the light from his phone to not wake up Jaebum.
Jaebum sympathises with the younger; his debut as a singer colliding with the college entrance exams also but the Bounce promotions weren’t as half as hectic as their promotions now. He wonders how a teenager manages to deal with this because God knows how immature Jaebum still was two years ago.
It’s in the darkest hours of the night, after a gruelling schedule of singing lessons and dance practices that Youngjae seems the smallest. Only in the unconscious of his sleep does he turn towards Jaebum’s warm body on the bed and curls up to the leader, who wraps an arm around Youngjae’s tiny body seeking salvation from the tires of this life. It comes as a surprise to Jaebum, when Youngjae’s face falls naturally onto Jaebum’s torso and the soft curve of Youngjae’s upper lip begins to poke at Jaebum’s nipple through the cotton of his shirt.
There isn’t much force put into it, and Jaebum doesn’t have much feeling in that area but it’s enough to rouse Jaebum out of his sleep and his eyes shoot open to peer down at the younger resting on his chest. Jaebum is able to catch the exhaustion that is ingraining itself across the plains of Youngjae’s in what little light is captured in their room. He brings a hand to pat at Youngjae’s hair softly, pushing ever so slightly to encourage Youngjae towards his chest. The younger only nuzzles contentedly into Jaebum’s pectoral and falls back into a deep sleep.
When they wake up, it isn’t too awkward; after all of these years of sharing the bed there have been other times when they’ve been tangled up in the sheets. But this is the first time that Jaebum has instigated it and it’s a little different.
Jaebum puts on a looser singlet the next night, something with deep cuts in the sleeves and allows him to pull the material across to expose a nipple if he so wishes.
“Don’t stay up too late, Youngjae.” Jaebum pats him on the back as he passes the younger on his way to their mattress. The younger currently has his nose buried in a textbook, the college entrance exams are only 2 weeks away and the nerves are pressing down on Youngjae even more so than before.
The only thing illuminating their room is the study lamp that Jinyoung had bought him, warning Youngjae that he’d have to invest in glasses lest he continue to study in darkness. Jaebum closes his eyes but he doesn’t go to sleep, not until he hears the pages stop turning and the click of the lamp and Youngjae is finally crawling into his side of the bed.
Wordlessly, Jaebum pulls the younger into his side, pulling Youngjae lower so his face is closer to Jaebum’s nipple up for offering.
“Hyung, i’m scared.” Youngjae whispers into his unveiled skin.
“I’m here for you, Youngjae.” Jaebum runs his fingers through Youngjae’s hair and with a final sigh from the younger, Youngjae closes his eyes and lets all worries escape from his mind and all that’s left is himself and his leader; his care taker. Youngjae parts his lips slightly, enough to slot the small peak of Jaebum’s nipple into his mouth, suckling lightly and running his tongue around his leader’s chest until his breath evens out and his mouth falls lax.
Jaebum feels guilty sometimes, feels responsible for his wary bandmates but if he can offer the rawest form of care and affection, a cheap replication of a mother’s touch, the pain lessens and he too falls sound asleep.
Sharing is Caring
Hyungline (mostly Jackson/Jinyoung) | rated r | 650 words
swingers!au
a/n: So, I started thinking about this at work and man I am so glad I'm not a guy bc I would have been in trouble. I had more planned out for this but writing about sex with more than two people is hard
Jackson takes in the suave interior of the hotel Jaebum’s booked and whistles, “Nice.”
“Not too shabby old man.” Jinyoung echoes Jackson’s sentiments of praise, swinging an arm around Jaebum’s shoulder to hang off him.
Mark is still in the hallway, tipping the bell boy and Jaebum is bringing in their small overnight luggage. “Glad you appreciate the fruits of our hard earned money.”
“No problem at all.” Jackson replies and promptly falls backwards onto the biggest mattress that Jackson has ever seen, spanning across a length of 2.5 meters; a special request put in by Mark particularly for their planned activities tonight.
You see, they were all particularly close. They graduated from the same college, Jaebum had been sweeped easily by Jackson’s charms and Jinyoung had been roped into a blind date with Jackson’s child hood best friend, Mark. They lived in lavish apartments, only a ten minute drive from each other and Mark and Jaebum worked in the same high end company in the business district. Jackson and Jinyoung met up frequently to share a glass of wine as well as sex tips whenever the boys were off on business trips. So it was an easy, mutual agreement on all parties when they decided to book a hotel over the weekend and switch things up a bit.
A few hours later, after loosening themselves with a glass of Sauvignon Blanc, Jackson ended up between Jinyoung’s spread knees while Mark and Jaebum were reclined on the expensive leather sofa that had the best view of Jackson’s and Jinyoung’s side profiles.
Jinyoung’s body was definitely different from Jaebum’s, Jackson thought as he ran his palm down Jinyoung’s thighs. He was smaller, more delicate than Jaebum’s harsh lines of muscle and where Jackson was familiar with commanding touches, Jinyoung was more..playful. If that was the best word to describe it.
Jinyoung would tug at Jackson’s hair, buck his hips jovially when Jackson was teasing too much, just skirting his hands around the area where Jinyoung was most needy and where his mouth was just a light caress along Jinyoung’s pale skin. Jackson finally cut to the chase, taking Jinyoung into his mouth, the knowledge that their partners watching behind with keen eyes only fuelling Jackson further, taking Jinyoung deeper and deeper into his throat until Jackson was breathing harshly in slow, deep breathes against Jinyoung’s pubic bone.
Jinyoung gasps, “Jackson doesn’t have a gag reflex.”
“I know.” Jaebum sounded proud, a smirk pulling at his lips when Jinyoung inquired at him with wide eyes, as if he was well aware and was given permission to Jackson’s gift on a nightly basis; of which he probably was now that Jinyoung thought about it.
An obscene sucking noise sounded as Jackson pulled off Jinyoung’s dick and swung his head around to grin up at his partner, lips red and bruised from use before rubbing the side of his cheek against Jinyoung, staring straight at Mark while doing so with coquettish eyes, tempting the older to come and join them.
“That’s enough, Jackson” Jaebum cut through Jackson’s display. “Why don’t you come here and help Mark with his pants?”
The command was veiled as a question and Jackson crawled away from Jinyoung to Mark without a moment’s hesitation. This was what Jinyoung had probably anticipated the most. Mark was a generous partner, loving Jinyoung like a rare porcelain doll that always needed gentle care and he never pushed Jinyoung’s boundaries. But sometimes, Jinyoung wanted his boundaries pushed, wanted to be treated with a little less care and wanted to be fucked raw like he was merely an object.
Jaebum could offer him that.
“Jinyoung, do you want to come here and help Jackson?”
Another command with the facade of a question that Jinyoung did not dare disobey.
Rhythm of the Night
Yugyeom centric (ft markjin and jackson) | rated r | 450 words
a/n: yugyeom is a teenager and has teenage tendencies amirite
Yugyeom watched through the crack of the door. It was just nearing 4am when he woke up in a groggy daze with his throat dry and parched, venturing out of his room into the kitchen for a glass of water. It wasn’t good for him to be awake at this time, and he groaned mentally at the thought of waking up in 2 hours time to go to the hair shop. That is, if he managed to magically fall asleep immediately after this, and chances are that he wouldn’t and Jaebum hyung would wake him up in the middle of a REM cycle.
He’s shuffling his slippers back to his room when he hears a soft thudding resonating from the closed door of Mark and Jackson’s room. His curiosity gets the better of him and he turns around, heading the opposite way of his bedroom until he’s standing before Mark’s room, peering through a crack in the door to see Mark in between Jinyoung’s spread legs, the younger laying splayed across Jackson’s mattress.
Jackson would not be happy about this, Yugyeom has the thought to muse as he watched Mark pump his hips into his hyung. It’s almost hypnotic, watching the rhythmic motions of his hyung’s bodies twisted in ecstasy and he notices that Jinyoung has his teeth buried in Mark’s shoulder to refrain from making any noise. It’s almost like dancing, Yugyeom observes.
Yugyeom is good at dancing. He wonders if he would be good at sex too.
He doesn’t have time to dwell on this before he’s jumping out of his skin when Jackson whispers into his ear. “You’re a little pervert.”
“Hyung!” Yugyeom whisper-shouts. “What are you doing up?”
“I went to go take a piss,” Jackson smirks at him. ”The question is, what are you doing up? Are you enjoying the free show?”
Jackson takes his place and looks through the crack with one eye closed. “Fucking hell, they’re fucking on my bed again. Wait till I tell Jaebum hyung.”
“Anyway, kid,” Yugyeom feels incredibly small when Jackson scans his eyes across Yugyeom’s body, even when Yugyeom is a good few inches taller than Jackson.
Jackson points a finger down at his groin before sauntering off into Jaebum and Youngjae’s room. “You better fix that before you go to bed.”
Yugyeom cheeks blossom and he hates that Jackson was the one that discovered him, of all the members and he runs into the bathroom to deal with his boner. Worst of all, he probably only has, at most, an hour of sleep left before he has to wake up for their schedule. Curse his body.
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