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AFTER THE 'O'

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You've done the deed, so is the moment magical or are you instantly regretting it? You need to decide through the euphoria... or the disappointment if it didn't rock your world like you thought it would.

01. fantastic!
That was everything you thought it would be and then some. You are more than willing to go again and again and again... after you catch your breath! And maybe enjoy some nice cuddling with a nap.

02. what did we just do?
What you did was entirely impulsive. You didn't think things through and you really hope you didn't mess things up. You're so nervous, you don't even know what to do! It's hard to just relax and enjoy the moment when you want to freak out so bad.

03. that was okay.
One of you didn't reach the finish mark before the other or the chemistry just wasn't there. Whatever the case is, you have to either let the other know or pretend it was fabulous. Totally! Or at least reassure them it happens to everyone.

04. aftercare.
In the BDSM sense, aftercare is the process of attending to the intense feelings that come after a session that can range from exhilaration to depression. Kiss, cuddle and pamper your sub.

05. let's not talk about this.
This was a total mistake. You should not have touched that person. Maybe you hate them or maybe it's just wrong for any number of other reasons. Whatever the case is, you need to both swear to just never discuss it.

06. didn't want to have to hurt you.
(warning: non-con!) Maybe what you did wasn't entirely consensual, but they totally wanted it. You know they did, you could read it in their face. Maybe you just didn't care and took what you wanted instead.

07. first time.
Your partner didn't know you were a virgin... or maybe they did! Maybe you were both virgins. How was the first time? Do you want to do it again? Are you way too sore to even want to move? Go through those awkward first times together.

08. wildcard.
Is there some other scene you want to play out? Do so with this option or combine others.

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[ starters would be appreciated! ]

It was surprising that Younghak had been able to drift off here and there. The alcohol he'd had before their little romp did seem to help with that, though. It was a little while before hit hit him, and then it was as though a ton of bricks had been dropped on his head. He had just slept with Seunghyun. His precious Hyung who he had adored and missed like crazy when he left, that he had tortured himself over feeling like the departure was his fault.

Words could not describe the amount of 'oh shit' going through his head in that moment. He knew that he had been the one nudging for this to happen, the alcohol having swept anyway any inhibitions. What if he had just screwed everything up again? Turning carefully, he caught the sight of the older idol sitting up in the bed. It felt like every muscle in his body tensed all at once.

"Hyung," The younger man called in a soft tone, carefully sitting up as well. This time he didn't move to touch on the other. Skinship had never been a requirement for him and now it seemed almost like he didn't have the right to it anyway. He opened his mouth to speak again but words would not come out, nothing but a strangled sound.

(Sorry it's taken me so long to reply! Things got a bit hectic there. ;;)

Daesung swallowed hard as though it would help him catch his breath, and as his body wound down from the high of orgasm, the safety net of alcohol wasn't quite there to catch him. Between adrenaline and his racing heart, he wasn't sure he had much liquor left in his bloodstream. It was a pity, given how reality seemed to rush up to swallow him whole, reminding him in a petty voice in the back of his mind that Jiyong had a girlfriend. Which meant what had happened (which had happened plenty of times prior to Kiko and Jiyong becoming an item) was an encore performance, and a secret to be kept under penalty of death.

All of the air rushed out of his lungs at once in a heavy sigh, and he slung an arm over his eyes as the first pangs of a headache began to prickle at his scalp. Even as the gravity of the situation sank in more and more, he wasn't sure what to say, so he opted for saying nothing at all.

The refusal made him blink a few times, a sinking concern of having upset her sliding to the pit of his stomach. Now he wasn't sure how to absolve the situation in a way that would make Gyuri happy. And her happiness was always a very important goal for her.

"I did," He admitted with little shame. "I mean, it wasn't the most mind blowing thing we've done, but I enjoyed myself? It was pretty good.." The man bit at the inside of his cheek to try to calm himself a little. He didn't know what to say otherwise.

when he said that he enjoyed it, gyuri found herself chewing on the inside of her cheek as well, unsure what to really say or do. most guys enjoyed sex, there was no denying that, so his answer didn't surprise her all too much. it had to be her tough. well, since seulong had said that he enjoyed it, the problem was with gyuri, and it made her worrieed about it. she had enjoyed being with seulong, found their relationship to be fulfilling and loving. thre was nothing wrong with it, so why didn't she climax? shifting on the bed, she looked at her boyfriend, wrapping her blanket around her body she looked down at him.

she opened her mouth, as if to say something, but then closed it, unsure of what to really say. seulong enjoyed, she had not, so that meant something was wrong with her, and not with him. she felt embarrassed almost. that they had been involved in an ac that two lovers would commit, and she couldn't reach satisfaction with it. "…i'm sorry." she finally said after a moment, as if that would solve the problem with her. she knew that it wouldn't though, and it worried her, deeply. what was wrong with her that she couldn't climax?

(( starters appreciated, but please let me know whether you prefer au or non-au if you want me to start! ^^

The touch was a surprise but it grounded Jonghun, bringing him back to reality. He wanted to place his hand over it to comfort her but considering what happened when he pursued that thought a hour or two ago - well.

"No - don't." He sighed, more out of frustration at himself than at Hara. "Don't apologize. It wasn't you it was both of us." Forcing himself not to think too hard about it, Jonghun gripped her hand lightly for support.

"I.. liked it too." Understatement of the century but it wasn't the best time to rave about how great the sex was when he was still trying to figure out what to do. He managed a smile and tried to prioritize Hara over himself; she was the reason why they met tonight.

"We might need some more practice..." Jonghun said back, playful as usual. He turned so he could rub his nose against his and then kiss the tip of it. Being so sugary sweet wasn't really him but Minhwan made it easy to be so affectionate and lighthearted. Another trail of kisses started down Minhwan's jaw to distract him from the hands creeping up his sides, ready to tickle him.

It was extremely satisfying to hear that he had to power to draw that kind of reaction from Junhyung when he wanted to. Especially since he knew his friend in so many other ways and moods. Now was one of his favorites - relaxed, sated, and almost playful.

He let out of soft, content, sigh and kissed his bruised lips - gently this time. His mouth glided down his throat and paused on the darkened marks and overzealous bites left in the heat of the moment. They received the same treatment as the red on his wrists; it was sweet and sensual instead of the hurry they were in.

Drunk sex meant messy limbs and awkward bumps but Jonghun could work with it. The only possible time they collided seemed to be when there was too much alcohol involved because really, friends typically weren't supposed to be trying to screw each others brains out. Bandmates in particular but Jonghun could make an exception.

Muddled perception usually came with an awkward flailing of the limbs and he swore he didn't mean to lose track of where his elbow went. Hongki's fussiness didn't faze him and wanted to get into the moment but wow he was remarkably -

"Bad. You're so bad, holy -" Jonghun pulled away to stop because scraping his teeth against Hongki's didn't fit his vision of a fun night. "Shit. Like this." He kissed him carefully, or at least attempted to, and maybe it was a little too messy and wet but it was at least better than their last attempt. Thank god he was already a damn good kisser because otherwise he'd have to put up with Hongki's teeth all night. Jonghun started to run his hands over his body in a clumsy pattern.

((Going to say the same as the anon above me!

[Starters preferred, but if you'd like me to start, please specify AU or non! No #6.]

Whether it was sanity or insanity making him do this, Shinwoo would never be sure. In the back of his mind, he knew that wasn't how things should go between them, especially not if he wanted to leave a good impression on Kibum. He should have left the initiative to do something like that entirely to the blond boy, to make sure he wouldn't come across as too eager, or make him feel insecure about his real intentions. But would any sane guy already with the tendency to have a thing for other guys, not want to have Kibum?

Shinwoo was far from experienced, but he knew his standards and expectations, and Kibum was definitely much above them. Just the way he kissed, the way his body reacted to stimuli, the little sounds he made, it was all almost too much for the long-haired boy. As soon as Kibum’s fingers found their way through his hair, Shinwoo’s own ones dug into the flesh of his hips, and the kiss they shared was really breathtaking; he only parted it in favor of kissing other spots on the other’s face, humming along every peck delivered to his flawless skin. He wanted to break into another string of praise and compliments on Kibum’s looks, but that didn’t need to get any more awkward. Instead, he concentrated in pleasuring the other man the best he knew how to, teeth scraping up his jawline, tongue and lips playing with his earlobe, breathing hot and heavy into Kibum’s ear and still humming appreciatively.

After exploring that area well, Shinwoo started traveling down to Kibum’s neck and collarbones, hands never idle, feeling up the blond’s thighs and hips. “You’re so hot,” he couldn’t help whispering against the spot he’d been kissing between Kibum’s collarbones. “I’d kiss your body all night long,” he completed, right before sucking delicately on Kibum’s skin again, afraid to leave a mark but really wishing he could do so.

(( hi! I wouldn’t mind psling them! were you thinking of taking this scene elsewhere?

[ starters would be appreciated ♥ ota but #06! ]

(( if you wanted to we could! I have a dreamwidth journal for key we could continue this at if you wanted? It's ~beyonds I could put the whole scene there and reply to it? ^^ and we could discuss it further through PM's?

Her eyes drifted to her lap, studying the folds of the sheet in an effort to distract herself from the silence that passed between them. It wasn't supposed to be awkward around him; they had known eachother since their rookie days and their friendship had only grown stronger over time. And now, after one night, that could all come crashing down. Or so she feared.

When his hand covered her own, Hara looked back up at him a smile flickering on her lips. Her palm turned beneath his hold to grip at his fingers, finding unspoken comfort in the simple action. Without thinking, she rested her forehead against his shoulder, a laugh trickling out at his admission and a flush forming on her cheeks.

"We're pretty stupid," she commented after a moment, voice soft and uncertain, sitting up to meet his eyes. "But," Hara bit down on her bottom lip before continuing, "It...It's not like we can take it back now."

Joohyun was breathing heavily and to be honest she wasn't surprised and nor was she upset. How could she be? She exhaled softly to try and get her voice steady. It was too short, left wanting a little more but she wasn't going to complain. It was still good, had felt so good and so she decided it wasn't a bad thing that it left her wanting more but she knew that she had to be careful how she answered Baekhyun.

She tilted her head and kissed him softly, brushing her hand against his cheek. "It was a little fast but that's okay. You can still help me," she said softly, not really very good at tact.

The dressing room was one place Jaejoong had never thought to have sex, despite all his idol experience. There were high stakes involved, ones that he couldn't afford to gamble with during his younger idol years. But times changed and Jaejoong grew more restless at the thought of Boa, floating around like some sort of seductive presence that always called him to her.

The studio for KPop Star Season 2 was no different from her bedroom or her shower, minus the fact that he had to stealthily maneuver his way to her dressing room without being noticed. Behind closed doors, especially one with the SM Judge's name written on it, anything could happen as long as they weren't too loud.

"I think...someone heard us," he finally said after a long silence, the two of them laying half naked on the dressing room sofa. Someone definitely heard them, and Jaejoong wasn't mistaken when he had heard various forms of knocking against her door during the most intimate and tense parts of their night time indulgences.

Boa hadn't had sex in a dressing room before either, and though she'd tried to keep herself quiet, both by way of biting her lower lip or biting at his shoulder, or the black inked into his skin. The knocking on the door resumed shortly after he spoke up, and she sighed away the rest of the pleasure of the afterglow to quickly tug on a simple dress that she'd worn to the building once earlier in the season. "You owe me," she murmured to Jaejoong as she strode toward the door and peered out, her eyes narrowed. Filming had been finished for a while now, they were just trying to clear everyone out.

"I can find my own way out," she quipped easily, and with that she closed and locked the door, leaned against it so she could smooth a hand through her hair and drink in the sight Jaejoong made. "Should we take this somewhere else?"

Jiyong knew how pathetic the words had sounded coming out of his mouth, the day he told Daesung they had to stop. This was it, he had said, he and Kiko were official, and he needed to start controlling his hedonistic ways. The biggest fool wouldn't have believed him when he didn't even believe himself, and it embarrassed him to think that Daesung had more than likely doubted his leader's words, normally confident and convincing.

The truth was that given an inch, Jiyong would take a mile, and each time he and Daesung were alone and the younger so much as hinted at his desires, Jiyong would leap at the opportunity with a conscience that screamed "me" and "mine" and "take." Though sometimes, just sometimes, he wondered if his purely sexual attraction was beginning to mix in with something deeper.

It was a few minutes before Jiyong broke the silence. "Daesung-ah..." He turned to look at the man lying beside him, voice hoarse and once again unconvincing. "I didn't mean for this..."

Daesung could keep his desires under wraps when he was sober, but under the influence of alcohol... Well, he supposed most people got a bit loose-lipped, a little more brash. He took a deep breath when Jiyong began to speak. "It's okay," he said when the man's voice trailed off.

He sat up and turned toward the edge of the bed, spine and shoulders gone tense at the flare of pain from his abused, almost raw ass. They'd both been too impatient to really take their time. It wasn't okay, not at all. But maybe, just maybe, he could be more of a convincing liar than Jiyong was. "I'm going to shower." He grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms on his way out of the door, thankful for the late hour and the lack of bandmates around, at least until the door was closed firmly behind him. He started up the water for the shower and regarded himself in the mirror with another sigh. This wasn't who he was, who he was meant to be. He felt almost as low at that moment as he had in the weeks and months following the accident.

He was better than this. He refused to tear a relationship apart.

It hurt to hear the words coming out of Daesung's mouth, "it's okay." It wasn't okay, and Jiyong almost wished that Daesung would have showed his anger right then, told it like it really was so that Jiyong could feel more punished and a little less guilty for what he'd just done. But Daesung wasn't the type, and Jiyong was always taking.

At first all he could do was lie there and watch the other man walk away, listen to the faint rushing of water from the bathroom and bite his nearly nonexistent fingernails as he debated whether or not to dip out now, while it was easy. It wasn't until his ring finger started bleeding that he was pulled out of such a cowardly thought.

"Fuck." He wobbled as he got up from the bed to pull on his boxer-briefs, head spinning just slightly from the lingering alcohol. When he got to the bathroom door, his hand lingered over the knob for a moment before he finally breathed out a sigh and let himself in. There was a prolonged moment of silence that he spent just staring at Daesung's bared torso, the pink marks on his otherwise smooth and unblemished skin making Jiyong feel more wicked than ever.

"Are you angry?"

If Daesung hadn't been so lost in his thoughts, he'd have already been in the shower, and they could have skipped the awkward moment where their eyes met in the mirror. Was he angry?

"No." Certainly not that. His emotional state at that point could best be described as tumultuous. The taste of Jiyong's mouth and skin lingered on his tongue, and he reached for his toothbrush, just barely remembered to squeeze on some toothpaste before he jammed it into his mouth, scrubbing forcibly, as though elbow grease alone would undo the mistake they'd just made. Because it was a mistake. There was nothing else it could possibly have been.

Jiyong lifted a hand to his squinting face, eyes shut tightly as he rubbed either of his temples with his thumb and middle finger. This headache was kicking his ass. Or maybe it was Daesung's curt answers.

"Fuck." He muttered out another profanity as he moved around Daesung to try and find aspirin in the medicine cabinet. He'd heard it was bad to take aspirin for alcohol-induced headaches, but when did Jiyong ever follow the rules? Besides, he was sure it wasn't the booze causing it at this point.

When he failed to find any pain relievers amidst the bottles of supplements and vitamins undoubtedly prescribed by Trainer Hwang, Jiyong gave up on the distraction and finally turned to Daesung again.

"Is this how it's gonna be, then? Not talking?"

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AFTER THE 'O'

gayoon / ota / het

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BoA -- ota -- ota

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Peniel - ota - ota

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Re: Seohyun 7

Kim Jaejoong | non-AU | 2

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