AFTER THE 'O'

[overworlds]

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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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jongin / au / 2

[(Anonymous)]

[ i'll get a starter up in a few! ]

[(Anonymous)]

what the actual fuck.

jongin blinks as he stares despondently at the t-shirt minho's thrown at him. a spare he carried around, the older boy had told him, just in case. just in case what jongin doesn't ask as he continues to stare (and hard) at the white flecks that speckle the fabric, an indicator that this shirt's seen better days. it's almost unnerving, jongin thinks, that minho seems to be taking this as well as he is because what had just happened was definitely not something jongin had pegged minho to be the type to do. for a long time—okay, well, as long as he's been on the school's soccer team, he had always pegged minho as something else.

and by something else, he means straight.
(he was also under the impression he was pretty damn straight, too)

and what they've just done definitely doesn't constitute as something any normal straight guy would do. jongin take a deep breath, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth, before he slips the t-shirt over his head. it smells just like him. jongin blinks. fuck, that's real creepy.

it's then that jongin can't help but curse his parents to heaven high because this is all their fault. it's their fault for making him actually go to soccer practice and calling minho to make sure that he does. ever since they found he had been skipping out on soccer in favor of dance lessons (ones he's been paying for himself mind you), they went all nazi on his ass and that is exactly why he's in this situation, questioning his sexuality.

then again, it takes two to tango.

and minho definitely seemed as into as he did, even if they had been arguing about how jongin wasn't taking practice seriously enough and damnit, the playoffs are next week. it wasn't bad, jongin has already concluded, but it was, well, weird. because they were both guys and jongin's pretty sure he saw minho bringing some girl into the showers just last week. not that he's thought about that or anything. no, of course not, because last week when he had jerked off (like any normal teenage boy), he had been thinking about his dancer teacher (a girl, bye the way) and definitely had not been thinking about the way minho had pressed that girl up against the lockers the way he had (not that jongin had been looking).

"i thought you were straight." he finally blurts out, and groans inwardly to himself. and award to best after-sex conversationalist goes to...

[(Anonymous)]

He's not even sure what the white specks are on the shirt anymore, only that he stuffed it into his bag a week ago and it just happened to be there. Why had he given the shirt to Jongin, though-- oh yeah, just to stall him while he's coming to terms with what just happened.

Actually, what had happened? Because Minho's pretty sure that he's not even sure what happened exactly. He remembers Jongin coming up to yell at him about forcing him to attend soccer practice instead of his dance lessons, vaguely remembers shoving Jongin maybe a little bit too roughly, and was there a little bit of roughhousing?

And then they somehow ended up having sex against the lockers. Great.

Minho blinks, finally registering Jongin's question, and feeling relieved that he isn't the only one who feels awkward about all this. "I am," he says, blankly, before he catches himself. "Well, at least I thought I was."

There was an awkward silence, because no matter how else he could try to answer it, well, there was a sexuality crisis looming just ahead. Sex wasn't new to Minho, because yes, he's fooled around with a couple of girls, but he's always made sure to be careful enough and use protection and thank goodness there's been no news about unwanted pregnancies just yet. But sex with a guy is still new to Minho, despite having done it just mere minutes ago. It's weird, kind of. Minho just thinks that it's even weirder that it's happened with Jongin, because there's something just infinitely more awkward about having sex with one of your childhood friends. Especially when said childhood friend's parents are probably depending on you to take care of their kid, not fuck him in the locker room after practice.

Somehow, Minho doesn't think that Jongin's parents are going to take it well if the news ever leaks.

"Are you?" It's probably the second most awkward question Minho can ask, and it's not really like Minho to look so flustered, especially since on a normal basis, he's probably one of the most put-together people anyone can come across. "Wait, no, you dance, right? ... You know what, forget I said anything," he finishes lamely, because he's just remembered that Lee Hyukjae, one of the seniors, dances and he's managed to score Kim Hyoyeon as a girlfriend.

There's another awkward silence and Minho's not entirely sure if he wants to break it, opting for grabbing his discarded clothes and putting them on, waiting for Jongin's response.

[(Anonymous)]

god, this shirt felt like it was about to come apart at the seams, jongin thinks as curls his fingers into the edges of it. he gives it a light tug and freezes because, shit, it actually—he flicks a quick glance over to minho to see if he saw—did come apart at the seams. "uh." it's the only thing that comes to mind as he immediately releases the edge of the shirt and settles for feeling grateful that minho actually had a shirt to spare or else he'd be walking out of the locker room and to the dorms, shirtless.

not that, he's sure, a lot of people would mind that—aside from the administration, of course. he can't help but almost chuckle when he thinks about what headlines could possibly show up as a result.

"kim jongin suspended for indecent exposure"

he catches himself, though, and it's when minho finally answers his question. or, rather, that thing he had blurted out just moments before.

jongin blinks furiously as his response and he's surprised, or not? should he be surprised? he's actually not really sure what's supposed to thinking or feeling right now because the only thing he's actually sure of right now is that his ass kills, and it's not because of the shitter he took during practice today.

"oh." he replies, like the oh so intelligent being that he is. "well, that's..." jongin swallows, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he looks around the locker around, anywhere but at minho will do. "cool." what were words, though, actually, he thinks as he reaches up and drags the palm of his hand over his face. he still has no idea how this is even fucking happened, let alone why.

god, all he remembers is minho yelling him about skipping practices and then next thing he knew, minho had him pinned up against the lockers and they were, well, doing it. like, actually doing it. like, somehow, despite both of their apparent heterosexual natures, they had done it. and jongin had liked it.

fuck, how had he liked it?

a not-so-good feeling finds its way to the pit of his stomach because god knows what the world...his friends...his family would think if they knew this. that not only had he let a guy fuck him, but that he had liked it. he almost felt like throwing up, just thinking about it. well, he knows what his family would do, for one. disown him. he's not too sure about his friends, either. they might disown him, too. ah, fuck. he shouldn't even be thinking about this. no one would find out, right? hopefully?

wait, were they loud?

it's then jongin finds himself glancing around the locker room again, but this time for any sign of people other than him and minho. everyone, thankfully, seemed to have left awhile ago. a relieved sigh escapes him then before he hears minho relay the question back at him.

"no." he replies immediately. "well—" jongin stops himself when minho starts babbling about him being a dancer or something. was that supposed to automatically make him gay? or straight? jongin couldn't tell what minho was getting at. he swallows again before gathering up the courage to speak again. "hyung..." he reproaches tentatively. "you don't think..." he licks his lips and tries again. "you don't think anyone heard us, right? or saw us?" he asks, wanting some sort of reassurance, any sort. he reaches up to rub the back of his neck in order to hide the way his hands were, embarrassingly enough, trembling.