Khuns Rkgk 

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Jul 10, 2023.

Recipient: @khunbambr (Prompt)

Summary: Khunbam pillowtalk

It was late and Bam was in bed, snuggled into Khun’s side. He felt safe and warm—but unfortunately wide awake.

“Khun-ssi?”

Khun hummed, half-asleep as Bam traced a finger up and down his chest. The soft fabric felt nice.

“What’s it like to fall in love?”

Khun’s eyes fluttered open, and he blinked at the ceiling.

“I don’t know, Bam.” Khun answered, voice slurred with sleep. “You just realize it after you’ve fallen in love.”

Bam was quiet for a moment. He pressed his palm against Khun’s chest to feel his heartbeat.

“So you’ve been in love before?”

Bam felt Khun’s heart rate pick up.

Khun let out a sigh and turned his head away. “Yeah. Many times.”

“Oh…” Something twisted in Bam’s gut, sour and unpleasant. He withdrew his hand and tucked it against his own chest.

Khun turned his head again, and this time, their eyes met. The corner of Khun’s mouth quirked up.

“When I first met you. When I got you back. When I woke up from my coma.” He let out a quick chuckle. “Anytime I look at you… I feel my heart sing its praises for being able to be by your side.”

Bam tucked his head under Khun’s chin, hiding the big smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around Khun’s torso. “You’re too much…”

Khun snickered and closed his eyes again. “You asked.”

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…

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Apr 18, 2023.

Recipient: @khuncest

Summary: Friends with benefits, pining while fucking.

Bam was between work and needed a place to stay until he could afford rent. Khun offered to let him crash on his couch until then. It started as a joke that he’d pay with sex, yet here they were. Clothes thrown to the ground, grinding against each other on the bed, kissing like they’ve never tasted anything sweeter.

He knew it was a bad idea. He had been in love with his best friend for years, but had been too scared to change their perfect friendship into something else. But maybe this wouldn’t change anything?

Bam gasped when Khun’s teeth grazed his neck. “Do it,” he whispered, and hissed through his teeth when he did.

Yearning was all he knew, so this was new, overwhelming, exciting. He wanted Khun to mark him up all over, to show the world whom he belonged to. He wanted to do the same to Khun; claim him, brand him, keep him all for himself.

Bam keened as Khun’s tongue swirled around a nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

And Khun… His hands were restless; tracing his sides, squeezing here, caressing there. He kissed him with such desperation, it made his head spin. He could feel how hard Khun had already gotten, and they had barely started.

If he shut his eyes and let his imagination spin the narrative, he could almost… almost believe that Khun was just as in love with him.

FUG slayer candidate

CONGRATULATIONS TO BAM, YOU ARE OFFICIALLY THE WEBTOON PROTAGONIST WHO HAS SUFFERED THE MOST!

The supporting characters/antagonists edition will be coming out tonight.

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.

2020

Yasratcha 🍉 🐱

Khun's absence was not easy. Bam's gaze would return to the empty seat beside him each time, the one stubbornly reserved for his sleeping best friend. It was force of habit by then. He would try to imagine what Khun would look like seated there, remember his voice and face and sly demeanor, the memory eventually becoming a blurred spectre of blue staring him in the eye and plunging a knife through his chest.

Soon he'd forgotten what Khun sounded like, and then he thought, that's it - he's forgetting him, and there's nothing he can do about it.

He forced himself to look forward, and the seat sat empty in the edges of his vision.

When Khun awoke, returned to him warm and smiling, he drank in his image, sated his longing in the marine of his irises and nearly drowned when his hand rose to brush fingertips across his face -

"Your hair... It's gotten quite long."

Khun didn't need to know it was meant to match his, time spent imagining him in the reflection of mirrors in his place; it's a ridiculous thing to admit –

"Yeah. It's not as long as I'd like it, yet."

"Are you well?"

Bam looked at him. Was he well?

Yeah. Yes. He breathed, one of Khun's colognes wafting pleasant in the air, upending nostalgia into his heart, a breath of winter's air–

"With you here," he responded, unable to stop himself.

Khun smiled. Safe haven found in the curve of his lips, carried in his currents, a return to alright, a shifted axis restored. His veins spring hope anew from where ice silenced its flow, and the future will no longer be something for him to face alone.