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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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Sex was a pretty normal form of release in the industry, and Kris was more than used to it by now. What he wasn't used to was this crushing, hollow feeling in his chest afterward. His fingers ran through the stubble on the sides of his head as he let out a long, shaky breath, finally offering a tight lipped smile at Jessica. Maybe the spark had flickered out in his absence, he mused silently, although he couldn't shake the background thought of there's a six year friendship gone down the drain. With a shake of his head he swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled his sweatpants on in one motion, shuffling across the hotel room, shoulders hunched.

"You can go, if you want." His voice came out a little more gruff than he'd meant it as he searched deep into his pockets, eventually rescuing a cigarette. At the glass door to the balcony he paused, though, twirling it around in long fingers as he stared out the window, face contorting into a frown. He should have never come back.

It hadn't been bad. It was the opposite actually. Kris was more than amazing in bed and Jessica could honestly say she hadn't been with someone as good as he was in what felt like forever. She would've been happy to stick around and let one round turn into two, then turn into three and then turn into even more. Kris seemed to have a different agenda, though. The problem now was that, while everything was heated and passionate between them moments ago, things had quickly become awkward.

She was silent as she watched him move; getting up from the bed, walking across the room to the sliding glass door that led to the balcony outside, twirling the cigarette between his fingers. "What's that supposed to mean?" She spat out, a little more bluntly than she had intended to, the words leaving a bad taste in her mouth as they left her lips. Sitting up on the spot, the vocalist pulled the blanket up enough to cover herself, suddenly feeling so much more exposed as she stared at the back of Kris' head, as though she could somehow read his thoughts just by looking at him long enough.

The venom in her voice made him cringe, shoulders shooting up to his ears, and suddenly is cigarette wasn't as tempting anymore. He set it on the TV stand, along with the rest of the pack, before making it back to the bed in two long strides. Slowly and carefully, like he thought he might be shooed away, he took a seat on the very edge of the bed, gaze still pointedly directed away from her.

"Are you okay with...all of this?" After a long moment of silence he finally spoke up, turning just enough to gesture between the two of them. They'd never really discussed what they had outside of I'm free, you're free, let's fuck but it seemed like a silent agreement that dating at this point in his career wasn't completely unlike suicide. Something had changed in his two months masquerading as a normal person, he just wasn't sure what yet. When he'd worked up the courage he turned his head back fully, meeting her stare with a wide-eyed, unsure look of his own.

Jessica always found it amusing when she could get such reactions out of grown men. It made her feel like she was intimidating, in a way that she knew deep down she wasn't. When it all came down to it, she would probably cower under just the right gaze from Kris. But she'd be more likely to be the one to give him the look, rather than him giving it to her.

Was she okay with all of this? What exactly was this to begin with? It was something that had started out as a few questionable text messages between the two of them eventually led to a few heated meetings in dark rooms backstage, which eventually led them here. Secretly meeting one another so that they could end up in bed together. when had she turned into this kind of woman? "What do you mean, all of this?" She sighed heavily, breaking her gaze away from his so that she could look for something to cover herself with--a shirt, a hoodie, something more than the blanket she was clutching to her chest. "What is this, even?"

Eventually she found something, a shirt of his that hand been discarded off the edge of the bed and she leaned over to pick it up, quickly pulling it on over her body. She would've laughed had the mood not been so heavy, because the shirt was far too big for her and she felt it made her look like a little girl playing dress up. Maybe later she'd laugh about it, but not right now.

Kris froze completely in his position over Baekhyun, wide eyes flickering up to his, before his brain kick started again.

"Shit, I'm...I'm sorry." In a flurry of movement he was grabbing tissues to clean up the mess he'd made on Baekhyun's stomach, before they'd even gotten anywhere. This hadn't been the plan when he'd finally gotten back to the dorm, dropped all of his bags and practically pushed Baekhyun all the way back to his bed. They'd barely gotten their clothes off when he'd felt a familiar tensing, followed by a wave of embarrassment.

"This never happens, you know it doesn't, don't make fun of me..." Trying to save face now he sat at the end of the bed, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders and furrowing his eyebrows with an unintentional pout. The overall effect was that he looked like the younger of the two but he held his ground, pleading silently, braced for laughter.

Admittedly, it was very hard not to laugh, and Baekhyun felt internally bad for that. But it wasn't the fact that Kris had come too quickly that was amusing, but the fact that he was so ashamed of it that he was acting like such a kid. It was a little weird to see the elder boy react in such a way, but Baekhyun figured that if it had of been him, then he probably would've wanted to run and hide, too. As it were, he was still tucked into his own jeans (though it was achingly obvious that he wished to be out of them), bare stomach kind of messy. That was the most awkward part for him. Scrunching his nose, he tried to sit up without getting the stuff anywhere else, searching around for his shirt so he could start cleaning himself up.

"Duizhang~" he called affectionately, simply because he thought it might help the other with his crippling embarrassment. Sighing, he moved to get up on his knees, tossing his shirt over the edge of his bed as he crawled toward the elder rapper, immediately wrapping his arms around Kris' shoulders, trying his best to embrace him with the blanket being all up and in the way. "It's not that big of a deal, yeah? I'll take it as a compliment. Byun Baekhyun is so good at making out that your body just couldn't handle it..."

It was easy to relax again, shoulders lowering and a grin spreading across his face despite himself at the sweet sound of his title coming from Baekhyun's mouth. Once he was close enough for him to reach big hands were automatically on his hips, pulling him in even closer as the blanket fell away. "I just missed you too much?" There was an obvious question mark on the end of what should've been a statement, tilting his head like he's waiting to see if Baekhyun will eat up his cheesiness or if he's just asking to be smacked.

He's a lot more tentative this time when he leans in to press their lips together, soft and sweet, not asking for anything. Before pulling away completely he murmurs against his lips, "I'll make it up to you, I promise," hands coming up to cup Baekhyun's face as he playfully peppers kisses across his cheeks and nose with a low rumble of laughter.

Despite being pleased with either excuse (that he was missed or just too good), Baekhyun still let his eyes narrow at the elder boy for effect. He wasn't going to hit him, though, because come on, Kris had enough embarrassment going on right now, he didn't need the abuse from him, too. There might come a moment after everything that he swatted the other for his comment, though. Maybe.

He's snorting in another moment, having been taken by Kris' kiss, assuming he'd be able to indulge for a few more minutes before demanding tha--

"I was just about to say you have to," he said with a grin, hands slipping from the other's shoulders and against the front of his chest before they're moving up his arms and squeezing his biceps, taking in the moment for what it was. A quiet sigh left him as he leaned in to bump their foreheads together, and then their noses, rubbing his own slow along the bridge of Kris'.

"I missed you, too, by the way," he whispered.

The effect of the glare was totally lost on him, his own smile just widening further in response. It wasn't his fault Baekhyun was so cute. He would have been happy to sit there like that for as long as Baekhyun would have let him, letting out a soft noise of contentment at his touch, but he could already feel the heat rising in his chest again. He let himself linger longer this time when he moved in for another kiss, tugging softly on his lower lip, teeth flashing in a wolfish grin when he broke free.

With his size advantage it was easy to knock Baekhyun back against the bed, moving up to cover his smaller body with his own, propping himself up on his elbows, smiling down at him with just a hint of smugness. "You'll get to choose, then. What do I owe you?" Without waiting for a proper answer he attacked his favorite spot on Baekhyun's neck, teeth scraping over the vein and sucking like he intended to leave a mark.

There had never been a day that Baekhyun didn't wish he was a bit taller. Just a little bit, enough that he wasn't too short, but so that everything else about him wasn't disproportionate. With a little more height, he might've had a fighting chance to refuse Kris' smug attacks, and could maybe (he was dreaming) get the man on his back without having to use sneaky tactics or simply ask that he listen. However, and Baekhyun knew this was slightly hypocritical... But he had to admit that he liked the rush he got whenever he was handled a little less than thoughtfully.

He was such a cliche in that regard, enjoying Kris' display of power almost as much as the man himself seemed to. And he indulged him in it, bottom lip tugged between his teeth as Baekhyun let his hands roam the elder's torso, starting at his biceps until they'd run their course over his shoulders and sides, and down over his spine. Being able to feel strength beneath his fingers was one of his greatest turn ons. Not that he needed much more of that, all things considered.

"Mm," he hummed in thought, but the sound was caught in his throat as fingers immediately sought out the back of Kris' neck. His soft noise was suddenly coming forth in the form of a cuss, or a few, eyes squeezing shut as he tilted his head to the side, more than welcoming to his companion's naturally wild urges. "Turn yourself on again touching me... Then finish what I started before..."

It didn't matter how long it had been since they'd started this or how many times they'd done it. Every time Kris came down from his orgasm, without fail, he'd look down at Yixing with a clear mind and feel like someone had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart. As quickly as he could manage while keeping his hands gentle he fumbled with the scarf around Yixing's neck, letting soft fingers run over the raw skin there with a wince.

"Are you okay, please tell me you're okay..." His voice barely above a whisper, he struggled to avoid looking at the reddened palm marks across his skin and tried instead to focus on brushing the hair out of his face as he pressed soft, apologetic lips along his jawline, trailing up to his lips.

He chuckled breathlessly at that, only to wince as he felt the muscles in his neck. Sore, that was a given, especially when they had been going at it pretty rough for tonight. But he had trusted Kris, trusted the other to not go too far, to toy with him only to the brink of suffocation, but not to the point where he would actually start choking.

"I'm good, master," He exhaled softly, "I know the safe word, whenever I feel uncomfortable I will ask you to stop, don't worry." Kris was his master, in a sense, as he had been hired to protect the young heir from any potential harm. It was a lie if he had said he didn't find Kris attractive from the very start of his mission, but it was beyond his imagination to stumble across the secret room filled with such toys to fulfill kinks that Yixing had only dreamt of, not having experienced it before. It was ironic, that the bodyguard had ended up as the sub, while his client, or boss, had ended up as the dom, taking charge of him as he fully submitted himself to Kris's wills.

"I like how this feels," He admitted, reaching up to cup the other's face when their lips met, tangling their tongues together languidly. Perhaps he should take a day off work tomorrow, ask the other bodyguard to take up the main role of protecting Kris for the day, knowing that he wouldn't be able to perform his job properly with such a condition, not that he was complaining though.

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(( please. I'm a little burnt out on starters.

At twenty-one years of age, Chanyeol was a virgin not by choice but by necessity. Was it necessity? Whatever it was called when he only hadn't gotten some before now because he had so much work, so much to do - not at all because not only did his 'explosive chemistry' mean that he could make friends with an actual potato if called upon to, it also acted as a compass that led him straight to the heart of a girl's friendzone. Every single time, without fail. It was like he did it on purpose, but he wouldn't even notice it'd happened until suddenly he had another female friend telling him you're such a sweetheart, I'd love to date someone like you. Someone like him. Apparently the fact that the real, actual him was painfully single and right in front of them just never crossed their minds. So at twenty-one years of age, he was still a virgin, by whatever that was.

Or, no. Had been. Had been a virgin until just a few minutes ago. He'd even lost his title of painfully single - because now he was just in pain.

Kris had been undeniably sweet about the whole thing, of course. But then in Chanyeol's opinion, Kris was always sweet, and that was only a little bit because he knew the older member had always had a soft spot for him the size of Florida. Or of Canada, to be more apt. Maybe. Which one of those was bigger, again? Very big, anyway. He'd never known exactly why, even despite that one time when Kibum had laughed and said it was so obvious, because there could have been actual neon signs and he would've had trouble noticing between trying to tell himself that he didn't lean that way at all and pretending that his roommate didn't kind of give him butterflies. It had been how long, now? And he'd only ever managed to get over one of those things. Luckily it had been the one that had once resulted in the most awkward boner of his life, in the middle of a restaurant as Baekhyun obliviously licked melting ice cream off his fingers. Losing that made room in his heart for some big dumb Chinese guy to cheerfully wander on in.

Big being the operative word, as his sore body reminded him now. And it had been enjoying itself so much a minute ago. Fickle thing.

"Ow," Chanyeol winced as he shifted, his lower back singing with pain. With one eye half-closed, his attempt at a smile came out as more of a grimace - but knowing that it did made him laugh, and there, that was much better. "I think you broke me..."

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AFTER THE 'O'

kris wu / ota / ota

Jessica (snsd) / 3

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baek \ non-au \ 3

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Zhang Yixing | AU | 4

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chanyeol | non-au | 7

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