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KHUNBAM SPY X FAMILY AU (FT. MISENG AS ANYA)

march 25, 2022

sometimes I like to imagine that Wangnan's brain functions like a telltale game

"What's his problem 💀" -🐤

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Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Aug 20, 2022.

Recipient: @megapureawesome (Prompt)

Summary: Khun and Bam celebrate after an intense battle with Jahad.

It was over. Bam could still feel the adrenaline coursing through him like lightning in his veins and it served as proof that this was real. He wast still alive. Jahad had been defeated and he was still alive.

"Bam! Bam!"

He turned around to see Khun speeding over on his lighthouse. He jumped off just in time for his feet to touch the ground for a few steps before his arms were thrown around him in a fierce hug. They stumbled as they spun around, a giddy exchange of laughter and relief as they clung tightly to each other, chasing away the disbelief with the feel of the other's pulse against their body.

Khun cupped his face, not caring for the mess of dirt and blood that streaked his face. "I can't believe it!" He laughed breathlessly. "You did it! You really did it!"

Bam grinned, his heart finally feeling free of the shackle that had bound him to the wretched king. "Yeah," he breathed. "We did."

The edges of Khun's smile quivered, his eyes filling with tears suddenly. "Yeah. We did. And we're both alive..."

Bam leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together, nodding as hid fingers tightened around Khun's shirt. "We are," he chocked out, realizing that he too was on the verge of tears.

"Thank goodness," sighed Khun, and he leaned in.

Bam closed his eyes as they finally indulged in something that had silently been hidden away in the face of war lest it weaken their resolve. There was no need to hide anymore. They had eliminated the biggest threat and the rush of invulnerability was exhilarating.

There was no way he could call what he had been doing before living when he didn't know what it felt like to have his breath kissed away by the one reason he was still standing in the first place.

"I love you, Khun." It slipped out Bam's mouth in one of the short instances they had parted to take a breath.

Khun pressed even harder against him, kissing him with all his heart. "Gods, I love you too, Bam." Another kiss. "So damn much." And another. "For so long." And one more. "For too damn long."

Bam chuckled lightly in between the barrage of kisses, trying his best to return every bit of affection.

Their friends and teammates were approaching now but they kept their hands linked, not willing to let go just yet. Usually, Bam would have shied away from getting praised for something he had dreaded doing or saw as unnecessary, but the prideful smile on Khun's face at his side had his heart swelling with joy.

Things were going to be okay.

He had Khun—alive and safe and by his side—and he was going to be okay.

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter May 2, 2023.

Recipient: @aikotters (Prompt)

Summary: Khunbam spooning with a spicy ending

“Khun-ssi.” Khun hummed sleepily, hugging Bam tighter to his chest in response.

“Khun-ssi, you’re hard.”

Khun huffed and mumbled sleepily, “Can’t help it. You smell nice. Good night.”

Bam squirmed and a little moan slipped out of Khun as he was rubbed against.

“Want me to take care of it?”

Khun chuckled airily. “Tired. Sleep first.”

“I… I can’t sleep with you poking me.”

Khun groaned and turned onto his back. “Fine. But I’m not moving.”

Bam hurriedly removed his shorts and climbed on top of Khun. “That’s fine. I’ll take care of you.”

Khun’s hands patted around the bed until his hand found what he was looking for. He held out a bottle of lube to Bam. “Here.”

“No need,” Bam said as he slowly lowered himself onto Khun. He let out a satisfied sigh after sinking down easily. “I still feel slick from earlier.”

Khun grumbled, but let his hand fall. “How are you still not tired? How many times has it been?”

Bam set a slow pace, moving gently, enjoying every moment. “Five, I think? But we have to make up for lost time, so this is nothing.”

Khun groaned, of pleasure or frustration, who knows. But he wasn’t actually going to let Bam ride a stiff body, so he started moving his hips, meeting Bam’s pace, ignoring the soreness in his hips.

Even when it came to sex, Khun could never say no to Bam.

Gossip buddies

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."

===== Bonus =====

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.”

writing advice: every chapter should have something that makes you, a sicko, say yeesss… hahaha… yeeesss!!! and it doesn’t quite matter what you are a sicko about but it’ll be hard to get through the chapter if nothing makes you press your face into the window