2020

i've heard it's his birthday

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Apr 18, 2023.

Recipient: @ylge_ (Prompt)

Summary: Bam peeling oranges and feeding them to Khun

Bam used to hate touching citrus fruits. His hands, covered in nicks and cuts from his intense training, used to hurt so much when handling them. Nowadays, his hands were much better cared for. He borrowed Khun’s lotion often because he loved the scent of roses.

Now, he was happily peeling an orange and carefully removing the pith with care. He inspected a piece, and after making sure it looked perfect, raised it to his left. Khun’s eyes briefly darted away from his lighthouse and he leaned over. His mouth closed over the piece and he pulled away.

Bam watched him for a moment, waiting until he heard the delighted hum from Khun. He grinned to himself and started on the next piece.

Bam cherished these moments of peace. The test was still months away. They were well hidden from FUG. He finally got to train with his team.

He had time to sit next to Khun and feed him oranges while he worked on his lighthouse.

Life was good.

Originally posted on Twitter Oct 20, 2022.

Inspiration: Link (SFW)

Summary: JahadBam (NSFW)

Lazy and relaxed, Jahad sat slumped on his throne, his wrist gently swirling the red liquid in the glass he held by the rim, dangling over the side of the armrest. He watched his pet shift around with frustrated huffs and muted whines escaping his pretty little mouth. He was squeezing the thigh he was straddling, trying to keep his balance and ignore the heat between his legs.

Their eyes met, and golden eyes silently pleaded for attention. Jahad only wanted one thing right now. “I’m enjoying my drink.”

"You don't even have to touch me," protested Bam. "Just let me ride your cock. Let me do all the work. Please." Sweat rolled down his brow, lingering on his chin and falling as he jerked his hips forward, desperation rattling in his eyes as he sought approval for something, anything. He wasn't allowed to touch himself but desperation always shone a light on loopholes: There was no rule against frotting. But he understood now that perhaps this was more torture than relief. He was painfully hard under the thin fabric of his sheer robes, and starting to feel manic as nothing he did helped abate the roiling fire in his groin. Jahad watched him, finger tapping against his half-full glass, regarding him with a frustrating amount of patience. "There is an order to things, boy. I will not change them just because you like to whine." Bam's hands shook as he dug his nails into the muscular flesh underneath him. Tears brimmed his eyes as he curved his back, a salacious moan escaping as he tried to entice the king. "Please, Jahad, I am not asking. I am begging. At least let me touch myself—something, anything, it hurts so much." He was gasping by the end, words barely coming out, his face wet and body trembling. And Jahad smiled, raising his glass to his lips, eyes sweeping up and down at the mess of a boy over his leg. "No. I find that I like this show much more."

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Jahad pressed down on the boy’s back, his splayed fingers almost covering the expanse of sun-kissed skin and quivering muscles. There was a groan in response.

“Stop. You’re not helping.”

Jahad smirked, pushing further until the grumblings were muffled by the silk sheets beneath them. “You will take me one way or another, Viole.” He pulled on Viole’s hips and tried rearranging him again, but resting his hard cock over his cheeks seemed to highlight how impossibly small the boy was in comparison.

Still.

Jahad reached down to grab a fistful of hair and yanked. Viole moaned, and he felt the boy’s hole flutter against the head of his cock as he lined up again. “No more excuses. Open up to me.”

A shiver ran through Viole and he felt the body go pliant at the command. The words slurred out. “Yes, sir. As you wish.”

So…

Does AO3 have a plan if queer content get ban in the usa ? Like… they allow everything that is allowed per USA’s law so if they don’t (and even if they do) I strongly advise that y’all download all the queer fic you can…

Heart

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter May 2, 2023.

Recipient: @JusALittleWeird (Prompt)

Summary: Mutually possessive Khunbam

It took Khun just a few minutes to go to the bathroom and come back, but already a vulture had swooped in. He threw an arm around Bam’s shoulder and glowered at Isu.

“Oh, hi Khun-ssi!” Bam held up a curved glass. “Look, Isu brought me a drink.”

Khun took one look at the pink liquid inside and narrowed his eyes at it. “May I see?”

Bam handed over the drink and Khun swirled the glass and took a sniff. Isu shifted uncomfortably when the drink was held out to him. “He won’t be having this.”

Isu slowly grabbed it. “Oookay. My bad. I’ll just… see if anyone else wants it. See ya.”

Isu rushed away and Khun turned to Bam, pressing close and whispering in his ear. “Don’t take anything anyone gives you, Bam. You should only trust me, understood?”

A defiant whisper cut back, “Then don’t leave me alone next time, Khun-ssi. You know I hate it when I can’t see you.”

Khun huffed as he turned away. “It was just to the bathroom.”

“I could have waited outside the stall.”

“No. You need to learn—“

“Learn what? How to breathe without you?” Bam cupped Khun’s cheek and made him face him. “I can, but why should I? You’re mine, aren’t you?”

A shiver ran down Khun’s spine, his lips tingling as he yearned to devour those words right out of Bam’s mouth. “Don’t be mistaken.” He grabbed Bam’s wrist and squeezed. “You’re the one who belongs to me first.”

It was quick like a viper strike, how Khun leaned in and nipped at Bam’s lower lip before taking a step back with a come hither look. Bam licked his lips and followed him out of the dining room and into the hall.

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Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Apr 18, 2023.

Recipient: @megapureawesome (Prompt)

Summary: Concubine Bam and Prince Khun NSFW

Khun leaned forward and took a bite of the apple slice offered to him by his beloved concubine. He looked elegant in his new gold-threaded blue uniform. He had a matching one made for his beloved, although it was designed more for elegance and ease of removal. To prove his point, he plucked at one of the buttons and it snapped open.

“Mr. Khun…” they chastised, and he chuckled. “Do you like it, Bam? It looks good on you.”

Bam smiled warmly as he set down the plate of apple slices. “I do. Thank you, my prince.”

Khun tipped his head with a smirk. “You can take it off if you want.”

Bam shook his head. “I’ve barely worn it, my prince. Such a gift deserves more time.”

“Nonsense.” He pulled Bam into his lap, ignoring the surprised gasp. “The gift is inside. Let me unravel you.” That earned him a playful smack on the shoulder, but also a loving kiss.

Khun had to commend Hwaryun for her decision to use snaps as they easily came undone and he leaned in to suck on an exposed nipple. Bam sighed above him, tangling fingers in his hair.

The top was discarded easily and Khun started tugging on the pants. “My prince, allow me.” Bam stood back, making a show of slowly lowering the pants, revealing there was nothing underneath.

Khun’s eyes devoured the gorgeous sight before him, and he licked his lips. But before he could give the order for Bam to return to their place on his lap, Bam had already gotten on his knees and was tugging on Khun’s belt. “Shall we play, my prince?”

Khun grinned, scooting forward in his seat. “Let’s, my beloved.”

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