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haeseolar · 4 months

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not enough, not enough

post-canon - kinnporsche / bathroom sex

rated E, 730 words

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“More,” Porsche gasps, the single word raw and weighted as it settles between them.

They’re in a bathroom, tucked away at the back of the restaurant they decided to visit for dinner. Their night was only supposed to consist of a meal, maybe a few drinks, and dessert if they were feeling like something sweeter, but instead -

The tip of Kinn’s cock presses harder against Porsche’s hole, making him scrunch his face up in pain. They have no condom, no lube, only his spit-slick hole and whatever was left on Kinn after he briefly sucked him off. He was desperate to feel Kinn inside him right now, regardless of anything else.

Porsche didn’t care if it hurt because he knows how good it’ll feel once Kinn is inside him, filling him up, fucking in and out, driving him harder and harder until all he can see is stars from the pleasure threatening to take over him.

Even with those thoughts alone, Porsche moans, shuddering as he feels his cock jerk and weep with more precum. He’s so wet, his briefs ruined and caught somewhere around his knees after being shoved down, trapping his legs. His heart thunders in his chest, pulse racing, and he arches his back, whining when Kinn’s cock only barely catches on his tight hole, sliding down his taint and leaving a damp trail behind.

“Porsche, you need to calm down,” Kinn pants, his hands like iron clamps on his hips, fingertips leaving deep bruises on his skin.

“Need you now,” Porsche replies, dizzy. His words slur together, barely making sense to him as he speaks, the only thing he can remember to do is beg.

The air in the bathroom is so hot it’s sweltering, sweat dripping down his temples and forming above his top lip, framing how swollen they are from the way Kinn shoved him against the wall not minutes before and kissed him like it was their last day on earth. He doesn’t want to think about when they’re finished. How ruined he’ll look, how he’ll limp back to their table and carry on as if nothing happened, relishing in the phantom feeling of Kinn’s hands and cum on his skin.

They’d lost their suit jackets along the way, and the top buttons of their shirts, and then their belts and zips had been torn open, leaving them to palm at each other until Porsche dropped to his knees, not caring if the tiled floor was disgusting or not. All Porsche cared about was getting his mouth on Kinn’s cock, licking him clean, tasting the musk and feeling the weight of it on his tongue, testing to see how much he could force into his mouth until he needed to pull back for air.

Kinn has been training him so well recently, keeping Porsche’s mouth on his cock for hours while he worked, letting him adjust and get used to the feeling of it until it was second nature to have it all the way in, the hinges of his jaw aching and sore, his mind floaty and caught in a dreamlike state.

It’d taken Kinn pulling at his hair once - gently - twice - harshly - and then a third time, hard enough to pull him straight off. It left Porsche’s mouth gaping, drool spilling over, sliding down his chin and neck, whining and sobbing to go back to what he was doing. He wasn’t done yet, hadn’t properly felt his throat contract and tighten around Kinn’s length, nowhere near long enough for Kinn to tell him how good he was doing, how perfect he was for him, but then he was being hauled him up again and bullied against the wall, shutting him up.

“You need to calm down,” Kinn repeats, this time more firmly. The tone sends sparks skittering down Porsche’s back, his eyelashes fluttering with the authority and dominance coating the words.

He relents then, relaxing his posture, unclenching each muscle and letting himself go lax the best he can. All for Kinn, all so he can finally work his cock in, so he can fuck Porsche against the wall when they’re supposed to be eating their dinner and talking business, so he can help satiate this never-ending need that burns between them.

When Kinn finally slides in, the friction of their skin dragging and blazing, scorching and addicting, he feels like he’s finally whole again.

#kinnporsche #my writing #kinnporsche fic #kinnporsche the series #kpts

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ourdadai · 6 months

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terceiro⠀ pedido⠀ para⠀ minha⠀ fav⠀ dos⠀ wallpaper's⠀ :(⠀ gostaria⠀ que⠀ fizesse⠀ wallpaper⠀ do⠀ meu⠀ barcode⠀ (@barcode.tin). muito⠀ obrigada⠀ por⠀ atender⠀ meu⠀ pedido,⠀ e⠀ saiba⠀ que⠀ adoro⠀ seu⠀ trabalho,⠀ tanto⠀ no⠀ tumblr⠀ quanto⠀ no⠀ YouTube.

obs:⠀ pode⠀ escolher⠀ as⠀ fotinhas⠀ para⠀ produzir⠀ os⠀ wallpaper's.

— ⠀ amynne,⠀ wonievenus⠀ on⠀ ytb

☆ barcode ( ator ) lockscreens !

quando tempo eu dormi que o barcode se tornou esse homão ? ele era tão bebê, fico muito feliz que goste das minhas coisinhas, obrigada e pode ficar a vontade para fazer pedidos 🫶🏻

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gummybearzgocrazyagain · 6 months

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kinn/porsche fic rec vol. 2

Futuristic/Space AU

All That Just For a License? by @nuwildcat [daaaaaaaaamn son the squeals of utter delight i have produced while reading this...????? numerous. porsche and chay are bounty hunters, picking off criminals and delivering them to the waiting, and most importantly, well-paying hands. this next job must be nothing out of ordinary, the guy looks dirty and worn-out, and porsche knows this next part by heart... or is he. if i told you it was extremely delicious and entertaining read, it would still be an understatement. so so so so so many compliments and kudos]

Clandestine by @aheartfeltlie [in somewhat cyber-punk-ish future, that includes flying cars and chip-implanted eyes, porsche is equally “eat the rich, and not a good kind, especially if it is kinn fucking theerapanyakul” in real life, and “eat the rich, definitely a good kind” in the all-immersive world of Clandestine, game to rival all others. awesome variation on enemies-to-lovers, tis a rec]

a/b/o + college

And They Were Roommates by @tessalane [aaaaaaaa, obsessed with this one, the absolute perfect mix of softness and horniness of enemies-to-lovers a/b/o college roommates AU, tropes that has been used to death, and yet somehow never get old in the right hands, and does this author have the rightest hands for it, bless up. can’t rec this enough]

Alpha’s bid by @paulalestat-blog [fresh premise of the futuristic set-up: with time due to the virus, omega population withered to near extinction, and each omega is valued and sought after. an agency kinn goes to provides match-making services, where omegas are shown alpha’s profiles, and then are free to choose any alpha they deem pleasing or fit, and alpha can not back out. you know what happens next. and yes, kinn is a uni teacher in this one...? go figure. still a wip, and a very good one at that]

Vamp AU

Smoke and Raindrops by @nuwildcat [*fanning herself* thank you, dear author, it was delicious. it is beyond me why vampire!kinn is not a huge deal in this fandom, all the signs are right there - paleness, piercing gaze, power, audacity, stature, daddy issues, etc etc, one would expect the tag to be flooded and yet, good vamp!kp fic is scarce, which makes this even more precious: traditional back alley meeting, werewolf!porsche, canon levels of horniness, delightfully wrapped in author’s eloquent style. so many kudosssssssssssss]

after dark by @foreigncars [i...am not exactly sure what i think of this one yet, some of the plot points seemed... tad abrupt, but hey, it’s a vamp!kinn, can’t be too choosy when it comes to the vamp trope, in this house we appreciate them all]

Spy/Assassin AU

Worthy of Love and Loyalty by @rebellconquerer [what.what.what.what the FCUK was that i am wheezing, the fuckkkkkk dear author, how DARE YOU, the audacity....??? i mean, are there even words//// i am so in luv with this thang, it’s not even funny, my long-running partiality towards this trope is back with the vengeance it seems. theerapanyakuls have an intelligence agency, porsche is taken in by force and made to train, yada-yada, if you have not read this yet, i am so fucking envious you have no idea. this fucking fic <3]

two shots by @martynaxao3 [yassssss slay assassin!porsche, who could resist such temptation. this thing has it all, plot, twists, lust, great pacing, excellent style, huge rec, no notes]

Historic/fantasy AU

putting a harried love letter into a red mailbox by @captainkit [like this author and their unhurried, sensual style. in this au, porsche is a temple khon dancer in a capital that kinn is currently laying a siege to. not a MS crossover though, still a kp historic au. although the story is centred around kp, vp and kimchay have their own prominent parts, and there is plot, for real. wip, but enough has been written by now]

what a tangled web we weave by @fairhairedkings [has this author ever disappointed, duhhhhh, ain’t never a miss with them: scheherazade au i am sure everyone follows already, so this rec is more of an homage to the beloved author. i for once, can never have enough of “forced marriage resulting in smitten kinn” trope, can anyone, especially so well written one. all the possible kudos, as usual]

with the subcategory of warprize!porsche

How I Know You by @nuwildcat and A thousand jasmine blossoms bloom by @iffervescent [another trope kp dynamic seems especially suited for, imho, executed soooooooo beautifully by this fandom. hands down both are such amazing works, no notes, all the possible kudos and eternal gratitude to the authors, i was saaaaaaat 🙌]

Hybrid AU

Feline Purrsuasion by @wiccawrites [based on this idea, the piece is highly entertaining and very-well executed. porsche is a brat even in feline form, and kinn is struggling to retain his sanity. the fact that the idea was born before woody on stage, is... inchresting. bravo author, big time rec]

Magic AU

Like water by @deliciousblizzardshark [ouccccccchhhhh, that capital H hurted. brilliant, brilliant writing, how have i missed this gem from the author of one of my fav pieces. in a world where you can tattoo magic symbols on one’s skin, obedience is one of the most logical ones to tattoo on your new bodyguard, isn’t it though... it is for kp to find out. damnnnnnnnnnnnnn it was painfully beautiful and so absolutely worth a read. thank you dearest author, what a fucking masterpiece <3]

The Empty Crown by @rainbowcolored7 [such a great world-building, and the lore is superb: kittisawasds are from the fire clan that can command phoenixes, and theerapanyakuls are the water clan that are connected to dragons. when their clan’s capital is destroyed, lil porsche and chay are forced to run and hide, and spend their lives in fear of their true lineage being discovered. they are minding they own business leading ordinary folk lives, all until an idiot falls down a hill and hurts himself right in front of unsuspecting porsche, who was just trying to fish in peace. suuuuuuch a lovely read, so pleasantly paced, it keeps you fully immersed and invested, not to mention, the chemistry between the poor conflicted porsche and the injured idiot is 👌👌👌]

sex on fire by @cherry_apples22 [it’s pretty much like if My Type by Saweetie was a fic, i dunno what else to add: since he found out he was a phoenix, porsche is unable to get laid, cause his flames would hurt any other living creature. well, almost any other, there are dragons, for instance... who do not get affected by phoenix fire, right... his own lil bro is even dating one... how hard can it be to meet one for himself? p.s. and if there are but hints of monsterfucking? don’t mind if i do 🙆‍♀��]

green isle in the sea, love (a fountain and a shrine) by @anakinn [i am quite frankly speechless sitting here with my eyes like 👀 didn’t know this was a thing...? until it absolutely became a thing....? in a nutshell, porsche spills some oils in some random shrine they’ve stumbled upon while on a recon mission, some deity felt slighted, and now there are two kinns...? i ain’t gonna say no’ mo’, you ought to read this for yourselves bruv]

Alternative meeting

stripper for one night by @martynaxao3 [yasssss, thank you, tay for the win againnnnn, it’s kinn’s bday, and they are celebrating at some hole in the wall place they just chose at random, and the bartender working there keeps being rude to the birthday boi, or is he.... super fun and super hot, author deserves all the praise, as always, much luv]

Tiger bite by @Verbana [after the death of their father and husband, namphueng, little porsche and babie chay are brought to stay at the theerapanyakul household, to be brought up along with their cousins kim, khun, and anakinn. understandably, the angst ensues. if i knew any words prior to reading this, they’re all gone by now. immaculate, immaculate vibe. adore this type of stories to death, the longing, helplessness, the despair of it all.. omg.]

Fake dating

Situationship by @vcrses [no, you don’t get it, when i say i am in luv with this fic <33333333 the author is so effortlessly funny, made me cackle multiple times, such a light and enjoyable read <33333 it is some sort of AU within an AU, as the characters we know have different backgrounds/circumstances, for instance, tankhun is not agoraphobic in this, and even some places named differently, but it doesn’t take away from the experience at all, quite the opposite, comes off as refreshing; the story overall is a perfect perfect embodiment of the trope, these versions of kp are so loveable, i am smooching this author’s face with abandon]

Accidental babie acquisition

Dropping a baby off at a mafia compound is a good idea, right? by @lalala53 [it is actually exactly what the title says, short and sweet read, couldn’t pass over the opportunity to rec, luv the trope]

Various in-universe AUs // Canon divergence

Burn Your Name Into My Skin by @everyforkedroad [omg omg omg unexpected but damn pleasant surprise of sub!kinn wrapped into minor fam!bodyguard porsche and general star crossed lovers trope. it was such an entertaining and captivating read: they meet at a sex club, porsche is on a mission for vegas, his boss (i know, just typing this out is something else), and kinn is unsurprisingly hooked. huge rec, thank you author]

take this life and hold it by the hand by @p1n3appl3p3n [if i tell you i was vibrating out of my fucking skin reading this. shaking crying throwing up with giddiness and squealing like a new-born piglet. have seen this rec so many times in people’s bookmarks, and that single goddamn “mpreg” word has deterred me every time. how could have i been so foolish. one of the best fucking things i’ve read lately was hiding in plain sight this whole time. yes, mpreg, but who gives a fuck, if in return you get this..? reconciliation trope of your dreams. i am on my knees for this fic. p.s. i conveniently have an existing h/c for the twins, which despite the fact that canon pair is a boi/gurl set, is still my ironclad image for them, cause have one look at them and tell me these don’t look like porsche’s children]

[N] Let the fire breathe me back to life by @Zeronay [beautiful mess of two besotted idiots going on a mission underprepared and taking a bullet each. short and lovely read]

Mutatis Mutandis by @zipperbiter [daaaaaamn that was <3333 during one of the quiet uneventful family breakfasts tankhun suddenly realizes that a little chaos never killed nobody, and decides to stir these calm waters up a bit by posing quite an interesting question. the bouts of... scientific experimentation... that ensue in order to conclude the experiment, are both extremely skilfully written, and entertaining to boot. very much a rec]

Wicked Game by @Acearcy01 [set in canon and divergent after ep4, someone keeps making attempts on kinn’s life, and he suggests an agreement: porsche will stay for 60 days to try and figure out who is after kinn, in exchange for his complete freedom afterwards. porsche agrees and starts counting the days. he can’t wait to leave this hellhole behind.... right?. there is something about this story.... really liked it, give it a try, if you haven’t read it already]

Burnished night, blood-soaked stars by @The_Old_Astronomer [absolutely lovely and touching missing/alternative scene between kinn getting shot and waking up at the hospital wing, feelings realization, and a bit of a porsche/big reluctant understanding]

quis custodiet ipsos custode by @concernedlily [gosh i luv this author’s style, am sure everyone has already read this, the piece ain’t new, i just... there can never be enough kp desperate for each other’s safety, not in my world]

two hungers are in me, and they drive me forward. i was born to starve by @captainkit [porsche-centric and bitter-sweet, it is painful to get through in places, but porsche is lovely, earnest, bratty, and plenty sad in this. not to mention, hungry throughout. read when in melancholic mood p.s. ngl, the bit where kinn takes him to a cafe for his bday, and there is no cake, made me cry a lil. p.p.s also author compares kinn’s ep 3 dancing to a “drunk uncle at a wedding”, and i’ve literally never have read anything more accurately hilarious]

Outsider perspective

innocent bystanders by @BeStillMySlashyheart [super-entertaining drabble set in AU where kp not only do not hide, but rather flaunt there new relationship in the compound inhabitants’ faces, and porsche’s poor colleagues have to witness their comrade enjoying his honeymoon phase with their own boss in front of their own bleeding eyes. i cackled, tis a rec]

Horror

A Curious Cat by @The_Consulting_Werewolf [whatttttttt...? *just sits there with her jaw slack and mouth slightly open* what exactly.... has transpired here? you know what i ain’t even gonna say nuthin just go read it for yourselves]

Non-mafia AUs

Twelve, Twenty, Almost Thirty by @just2wings [ooohhh no no nooooope sir, nuh-huh, who gave you the right to hit me with all them feels on this fine tuesday evening completely unprovoked....? hell to the no, i demand reparations, wasn’t sufficiently warned about my insides turning all gooey after reading this, the longing, the looooooongiiiiiiingggggggg <333333 ahem, rant over, to the plot: non-mafia AU in which they have actually met once during the childhood, once in college, and now again as adults. and if you haven’t read it yet, you’re missing out big time. i cried]

Punch at First Sight by @Sandee Sing [yaaaaaay, what a ride, such an entertaining AU, porsche is a bar owner, and theerapanyakuls are business moguls. porsche is visiting the mansion on korn’s invitation, when kinn sees him and understandably? mistakes him for a stripper hired by tay as a gift. it spins out from there. i reeeeeeally liked it, absolute rec]

Hot wheels by @tiredfairycake [disabled!porsche in da house, very cute drabble: kinn is stopped in the middle of his early morning stroll through the park by a weirdo chilling on the bench asking to be helped home. kinn is whipped in every universe, which is no surprise to any of us, super sweet read]

Crack

five things gay by @martynaxao3 [if this is crack, then i never want to read anything that is not crack again, love the author, never a miss with them, including this gem: porsche decides to make it his mission to help his confused, lonely boss to figure out his sexuality... the boss, as the whipped idiot that he is, goes along with the plan. entertaining, funny and super hot. much kudosssssss]

#kinnporsche #kinn/porsche #kinnporsche fic rec #kinnporsche fic

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thewholedamnboulangerie · 7 months

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How To Befriend Birds, Ogle Shirtless Hunks, and Win Back Your Ex: A Guide by Porchay Kittisawat

Rating: T Chapter word count: 2648 Chapters: 1/5 Relationships: KimChay; ArmTankhun Additional tags: Post-Canon; Humor; Alternating PoV; Original Character; (the original character is a bird); (trust me she's vital to the plot); Everyone Lives AU; bodyguard beauty pageant; KimChay reconciliation era; Chay's 'crushing on all the bodyguards' era Summary: Hidden in the fine print of the contracts signed by every Theerapanyakul bodyguard, there lurks one very unusual clause: a stipulation that the undersigned is obligated to participate in the annual Theerapanyakul Bodyguard Aesthetic Championships. (Beauty Pageant. It's a bodyguard beauty pageant.) When Kinn and Porsche are unexpectedly called abroad on business, it falls to Chay to step up and fill the empty seat on the judging panel for that year's upcoming contest. A week of sequins, shirtlessness, costume sabotage and slutty catwalk strutting awaits - and maybe even a chance to reconcile with someone he's only just letting himself admit he misses...

I'm a little bit late, but my fic for @kinnporschebigbang is finally here! This is the longest fic I've ever posted to Ao3, and easily the crackiest as well, but it's been so much fun to work on it along with my artist partner @aghostlybao! They've created the most gorgeous art to accompany the fic, including the above banner and a few more surprises in the next chapter as well - I'm so excited to finally be able to share this project with everyone! 🥰

✨read on ao3✨

#kpts big bang 2023 #kinnporsche #kimchay #armtankhun #my fic #kinnporsche fic #bodyguard beauty pageant

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functionalasfuck · 6 days

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I’m officially a fic writer

Ship: Kim/Porchay

Chapters: 1/1

Summary: It's a bit jarring having his Wik stan friends gush about Wik raising the standard in one message, and then roast his "psychotic ex" in the next.

It is all @doyou000me fault that this happened. But thank you for encouraging me in my new fic writing endeavor

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche fic #kpanniversary2024 #kimchay #ao3 #what am I going to do with myself now #thai bl #bl drama #bl series

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technicallyverycowboy · 8 months

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i have a lot of feelings about pete and vegas having a life that is both extremely domestic + extremely kinky

"It smells so good," Pete says, pulling out his own chair.

"No," Vegas says.

Goosebumps erupt over Pete's arms as he freezes. A frisson of something traces down his spine. "No?" he asks softly.

Vegas's Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. "Kneel. I want --" He grimaces as he trips over his words. His hands curl into fists against his thighs.

"Do you want me to kneel?" Pete's heart is stuttering in his chest.

"If you still want to be told, yeah." Vegas deliberately unfurls his fingers and presses his flattened palms into his thighs. "I want you to kneel beside me."

Pete wants to run around the house yelling out months of tension. He wants to grovel naked on his belly and he wants to be bruised up in a way that'll last for weeks and he wants to get on his knees and suck Vegas's cock and, and, and. There is too much fragility in the way Vegas is looking at him for any of those things to be a good idea.

And besides, he's not being told to do them. The lack of permission makes something in the pit of his lizard brain crack open and soar with bone deep relief. Permission is something that matters again, finally, at fucking last.

#kinnporsche fic #my fic #wip wednesday #vegaspete #kinnporsche the series

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ae-azile · 30 days

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Question: How do other fic writers who follow me on here feel about anonymous criticism?

For me, I got a comment today that was delivered mostly respectfully, but came from a guest account that has never commented before (to my knowledge). In the review itself, it was more heavy on me derailing my story, rather than touching upon the chapter itself. It wasn't necessarily trolling, and other days I would be fine with it, but I'm not having the greatest week, have a lot of stress, and felt the work I have put into the story/chapter went undervalued after getting 10k+ chapters out week after week. I really don't think that was this person's intent, but anonymous reviews and I haven't always had the best history.

At this point, I usually handle neutral or respectful criticism fine due to the extreme trolls my first fic attracted in a different fandom. However, I did delete that comment today. It was just the wrong day to read a comment that normally would bother me very little. I answered it pretty respectfully, but ended up deleting the thread after a few hours. I feel like this is mainly because I have had experiences with a reader criticizing certain plot points in the past (genuinely and not in necessarily in a mean way) only for the comment to attract hate from other anon users on that particular story.

Anyway, I have mixed feelings about deleting it and really hate silencing people, but some anon reviews expressing criticism make me paranoid that it will just attract an argument or a thread of hatred

So to the anon person that wrote it, it really isn't you. Your criticism wasn't out of line and you weren't harsh with your words at all. It was just something preventative I needed to do for myself on a bad mental health day because bad experiences make me question the intent or potential outcome.

#personal #kimchay fic writing #fic writers #kimchay fic #kinnporsche fic #fic comments #fic criticism

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giyuulatte · 2 months

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kinnporsche fics got me out my reading slump

thank you kinnporsche fic writers you gods among people🙏🏽

#literally at the worst time too #i have so much shit to do #but it’s ok bc now i have things to read😁#not even the marauders fics could save me #wolfstar….jegulus #they couldn’t save me #but...#but kinnporsche and vegaspete got me!#kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche #vegaspete #kinn theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawasd #ao3 #kinnporsche fic

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kimkhimhant · 9 months

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i wanna do all the things that lovers do

Summary:

Chay doesn’t know what he’s doing. They haven’t defined this, and they haven’t tried to see each other, and Chay’s not sure why Kim hasn’t said anything. He had tried calling Chay so many times, before Chay blocked him, but now he’s not saying a thing.

Notes:

Chay POV for "if i can't hold you like a lover" - please read that one first, because this fic won't make sense if you haven't!

#kimchay #kinnporsche #jeff satur #barcode tinnasit #kim theerapanyakul #kim kimhan #porchay kittisawasd #kim porchay #kinnporsche the series #kimchay fic #kinnporsche fanfic #kimchay fanfic #kimporchay #porchay pichaya kittisawat #kinnporsche fic #benji writes

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magicaldreamfox1 · 9 days

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dreamy drabbles

KINNPORSCHE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY EVENT

— prompt: heist

"What else?"

Vegas walks into the room just in time to overhear Macau's question. Him and Pete are sitting at the table, Macau leaning in as if he's interrogating Pete.

"Uhm, I don't know..."

"What's going on?" Vegas interrupts.

"P'Pete is telling me about all the cool things he did." Macau contemplates for a second. "What about a heist?"

Pete nods and Macau lights up.

"What did you steal?" Another pause. His eyes narrow and he jabs out a finger in Vegas' direction. "If you say some shit like 'his heart' I'm never talking to you again."

Pete just grins.

#i like this one it's cute #vegaspete #vegaspetemacau #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche fic #kp fics #bl shows #userboots #taggingmarion #saturntracks #dreamy drabbles #kpanniversary2024

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haeseolar · 6 months

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it's no coincidence, it's a kitty-incidence

for @mau-month day 12 - kink: pet play 😺, foot stuff

summary:

“You don’t like your paws being touched?” Kinn asks, his voice thick and deep. It sends shivers through Porsche, a warmth settling in the pit of his stomach. Kinn watches him, contemplating, and brings his other hand up to curve around his heel, the one holding his ankle moving to pinch his toe instead. Porsche makes a sad, wounded noise, overwrought and sensitive from the teasing. Kinn hums, “I guess they are quite a sensitive part of cats.” “‘m not a cat,” Porsche slurs, his tongue too heavy for his mouth.

kinnporsche / rated E, 1.9k words

Porsche feels winded partially lying on his back, propped up on his elbows and legs splayed wide so Kinn can fit himself in between them as he comes up to the edge of the bed. He feels petty, spiteful, full of humiliation from wearing a damned collar and fluffy cat ears, and before he can stop himself from acting out, he kicks his leg out and Kinn comes to a sudden stop, Porsche’s foot planted squarely on his chest.

Kinn’s eyebrows raise, clearly not expecting Porsche to misbehave, sure of the fact that he’d already broken him down and bullied the fight out of him. Porsche is anything but a quitter, though. He feels ridiculous, dolled up and - he can’t even say it in his head, can’t even fathom the words Kinn has been feeding directly into his ears, the way his fingers have left imprints of their reverence and want in his skin so much that it feels like he’s burning from the inside out with the knowledge.

“Do you think this will stop me?” Kinn asks, grabbing a hold of his ankle. The grip is tight, unforgiving, and cruel.

Porsche wants to bare his teeth in defiance, but he holds back, not wanting to add any more fuel to the fire when it comes to feline characteristics, so he just clenches his jaw instead. It aches, his teeth feeling like they’re shifting in their places with the pressure on them. It stops him from hurling choice words at Kinn for now, at least, or voicing just how much he’s enjoying this despite how much he hates it.

The silence stretches on, Porsche not willing to give up for a second, and Kinn waiting for him to move his foot on his own accord. Porsche knows Kinn would immediately let go if he felt him retreating, but he doesn’t, so the fingers around his ankle get even tighter, digging in until he completes a circle around it. He feels his pulse thump in his foot, his circulation restricted.

They’re at a stalemate, standing off as they stare at each other with calculating eyes, waiting for the other to make the first move. Porsche feels stuck, undecided on if he’s ready to completely give into this new thing they have, or hit the brakes for a bit. He wishes his brain would shut off already, but he can see the ridiculous white frilly socks he’s got on, the colour contrasting with the dark shirt Kinn is wearing from where it’s still planted on his chest, and he feels like he can’t let go just yet.

He hates how he doesn’t hate it. He hates how all he wants is to sink into the feeling and indulge in the way Kinn wants him, even looking like this. The bell on his collar jingles as he shifts, pressing his foot more into Kinn’s chest, the sound of it breaking the thick tension between them. The pink paw pads printed on the bottom of his socks crinkle with the movement, and that sound alone is almost enough to get his hackles up again. Porsche holds his breath, keeping those roiling emotions at bay, realising that Kinn is waiting patiently for him to decide, giving him the time and space to do so.

Something in his chest finally cracks, his bottom lip trembling with splitting his desire open so clearly, and he breathes out. The tinkling of the bell this time is hypnotising as he moves again, but this time it’s to curl his toes, catching on the fabric of Kinn’s shirt.

It’s permission, and Porsche sees the second when Kinn realises it. His expression softens, settling into something more relaxed rather than on edge, and Kinn moves his foot for him. But instead of pushing it away like he assumed, he pulls it higher and higher, until the tips of his toes brush against his lips, and then even higher still. Porsche’s heart jackrabbits in his chest, his breaths getting shorter as it feels like the collar around his neck is constricting his airflow until he’s barely breathing at all when Kinn’s tongue flicks out at his heel, the feeling of it over the thin cotton of his socks makes his whole leg jerk and his stomach bottom out.

“Kinn!” Porsche gasps, unable to hold back any longer. He squirms at the tickling sensation - it’s not like anything he’s felt before, like an itch he can’t scratch, and it’s as if it’s connected directly to his cock as it twitches within the confines of his panties while waves of heat wash over him.

Kinn hums against his skin, the vibrations rippling down his leg and reverbing around his body. Porsche can’t look away, not even to blink, even though his eyes are watering from pleasure.

He worries that he might kick Kinn in the face, but he’s holding onto his ankle so tightly that it doesn’t budge in the end. Once again, Porsche has no power, forced to just lie down and let Kinn do whatever he wants. Each lick and nip Kinn leaves on the sole of his foot as he works his way up makes his calf muscles jump, the place behind his navel tugs dangerously, and his hips twitch. It’s not just his body he can’t control now, it’s his voice: whimpers and mewls spill from his lips, his eyelashes fluttering with each sound.

Kinn grazes his bottom teeth across the arch of his foot, the drag of the sock and his hot breath makes his spine curve upwards, his mouth dropping open so wide, a moan caught in his throat. It’s the wrong move - it shifts the butt plug inside him, forcing it to press down harder on his prostate.

His whole body jolts as if shocked by electricity, throwing his head back as his arms finally give out from holding him up as he collapses onto the bed. Porsche’s brain fizzes out, his skin buzzing with static as he loses himself in angling his hips down to nudge the plug inside him as Kinn continues working, clutching at the bedsheets just for something to hold onto. He knows he can’t touch himself, even though he’s desperate to get a hand around his cock or even palm over it just to feel the scratch of the lace over his length. But he also knows that if he did, Kinn would stop – pulling away and leaving him there with nothing but the disappointed set of his mouth. That scares him more than anything, so he hangs onto the sheets like a lifeline and rides each wave and pulse of arousal that shoots through him.

Porsche can’t help it when his toes begin to curl, hooking over Kinn’s bottom teeth, his mouth open and trying to get enough air in that saliva begins to slide out the sides of his lips, pooling in his hairline and making it feel even stickier than it already was with sweat. He can’t tell if it’s too much - if the way Kinn’s hand around his ankle is too tight, too hot, too heavy, or if it’s the only thing keeping him anchored down to earth.

Mournful noises begin to filter out, dazed and caught between wanting too many things while not getting enough at the same time, but still, Kinn doesn’t stop; if anything he just doubles down – tongue pushing in between his toes as his lips close around the tops of them to suck. The material of the sock is so thin already, and with the added saliva, it’s practically translucent. Porsche’s panties aren’t any better off, ruined and stained, coated in his own pre-come and copious amounts of lube that soaked through the heart-shaped cut out in the back.

Kinn bites as if sensing that Porsche is hanging on by a thread, and he groans in pain. He should find it gross - he’s worn these socks in the bathroom, and then across the plush carpet of their bedroom, but Kinn’s eyes are hooded and impossibly glassy as they stay zeroed in on his face. Each pass of his tongue and graze of teeth tickles, sending thrills through him. It feels like it’s something dirty, something that feels against the rules to like so much, but he does, and that fills him with even more excitement - the type that floods him with shame, prickles at his cheeks and makes more beads of pre-come gather at the tip of his cock.

The sound of when Kinn pulls away from his mouth away from his foot is filthy, and along with his lips swollen and red, thin threads of spit still join them, keeping them connected even with the distance. Porsche has to bite down on his bottom lip so hard that it feels like it’s bleeding to stop himself from coming on the spot. Kinn’s eyes are blown out, his chest heaving just as much as Porsche’s is, his hair mussed and ruined beyond saving, worn and frayed around the edges as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing as his eyes rake over Porsche still splayed out on the bed.

Porsche makes a sad, wounded noise, overwrought and sensitive from the teasing.

Kinn hums, “I guess they are quite a sensitive part of cats.”

“‘m not a cat,” Porsche slurs, his tongue too heavy for his mouth.

Kinn raises an eyebrow at him, his eyes drawn down to the tail that’s draping limply over the edge of the mattress, catching on his ruined panties as he moves them back up to the pastel pink collar fitted snugly around his neck, and then to the pair of ears on top of his head before he finally meets Porsche’s gaze again.

Porsche feels a whole new wave of humiliation redden his cheeks and heighten his temperature at Kinn’s stare, knowing exactly how much his words contradict his appearance. He wants to hide, bury under the covers and call off this whole thing, but -

“You’re so pretty, Porsche,” Kinn’s earlier words echo in his head, his ears ringing. He’d seen Kinn look at him with a multitude of emotions, but the one he had on his face when Porsche first stepped out of the bathroom after getting changed was unlike anything before. He feels that rush again just remembering it: that high, the way he can feel himself preening, wanting to show off and let Kinn experience how lucky he is, how good he has it with Porsche, that the endless depth of desperation comes roaring back to life in him.

Kinn takes his silence as continued resilience, his eyes narrowing down at Porsche and pinning him to the bed with that alone. His muscles seize up, joints locking as his breath catches in his throat with the intensity of it.

“A pity,” Kinn says simply, his voice terrifyingly neutral as he drops Porsche’s leg, letting it fall back down onto the bed as if he’s discarding him, “I was looking forward to you hearing you meow again.”

Porsche has nothing to lose anymore, nothing at all, and if doing that one small thing is what it takes, he’ll do it.

“Meow,” The sound is off-pitch, cracking in the middle, his mouth drier than ever, his head feeling like scribbles on a piece of paper.

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if enough people like this, i'll write a whole fic for it! ^^ but for now it's just this scene hehe. lmk what you think on here, or on twitter! 🥰

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brother-lipsmackariah · 7 months

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Asexual Kim who never thought of sexuality or romance before he met Chay

Asexual Kim who did ot understand that he was in love with Chay because of his assumption (and observations) that sexual and romantic attraction are always interlinked, so if he doesn't feel attracted to Chay, he must not love him either right? How can he say "I love you" back to Chay if he doesn't know how to love him right

Asexual Kim, after getting back together with Chay, faking consent every time Chay wants because he doesn't understand his asexuality himself but is sure that Porchay can fix him. But it gets worse, and each "yes" becomes harder to force, and each sexual touch makes Kim want to crawl out of his skin. But he keeps saying yes because this is something Porchay needs, and Kim won't lose Chay over another one of his failures again

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thewholedamnboulangerie · 1 year

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Hi hi 💕💕💕 trope combo! Kimchay + accidental eavesdropping + enemies to lovers

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I have used a VERY loose definition of "enemies" to lovers here, but the word "enemy" is in here, so like... it totally counts?

Also I was intending to write approx 500 words. This is 2.2k. Ty for the insane brainworms love u 💖💖💖💖💖

✨read on ao3✨

Kim had always thought that there were many advantages to being a bit of a night owl. For one thing, inspiration always seemed to flow more freely, with each new chord that might deign to drift through his mind resounding more clearly in the still and quiet; for another, it had always proven the best time to slip around the family compound unseen and unmolested, since all the most interfering busybodies had already whisked themselves off to bed; and, of most immediate concern, there was no one around to see him abandoning his dignity and rummaging haphazardly through the kitchen cupboards at this ungodly hour.

It wasn’t that Kim forgot to eat sometimes, per se - he just occasionally deferred the task, letting it slip a few notches further down his to-do list, if he was immersed in something far more interesting. Like, for example, this evening’s unsuccessful attempt to access the compound’s secure computer files.

Meaning that it was now 3am, and he hadn’t eaten anything since the early afternoon, and his frustration over his unsuccessful hacking attempt was being very thoroughly compounded by the increasingly insistent gurgles coming from his stomach. Having burned through all his reserves of patience for that day - and probably for the entire week, for that matter - he had made a beeline straight for the kitchens, hoping to find a quick snack to solve at least one of his problems.

He had just unwrapped a packet of pastries and made the possibly inadvisable decision to shove one of them into his mouth whole, to tide him over while he looked for something more substantial, when the gentle padding of footsteps in the hall had him freezing in place, cheeks bulging and fingers still sticky with crumbs, flooded with horror at the thought of being caught now.

Fortunately, the paralysis only lasted for a second. There was nothing to be done about the incriminating pile of treats that he’d left strewn across the counter, but he had just enough time to spin on his heel and dash into the tiny alcove beside the largest fridge - one of his favourite hiding places in the compound since he’d been old enough to toddle. That, at least, had never changed.

The sensible thing to do now was to remain perfectly still, quieten his breathing, and hope that the hastily swallowed pastry would be enough to silence the furious grumblings of his stomach.

But Kim’s curiosity got the better of him, as it had always been wont to do, and he peeked around the corner - only to be met with the sight of a shuffling, pyjama-clad Porchay Kittisawasd, stifling a yawn with one hand and ruffling his sleep-tousled hair with the other.

Kim refused to acknowledge the aching burst of affection that flared through his chest at the sight.

Chay wandered over to the counter where Kim had just been standing, and began picking through the assorted snacks that Kim had discarded.

There was a faint sound, barely audible beneath the rustling of the wrappers. Was Chay humming? What was the song? No matter how hard Kim strained his ears, he couldn’t quite make it out.

After a moment’s consideration, Chay carefully plucked a pastry out of the very same packet that Kim had just opened, and took a bite.

Kim made a mental note to buy more of that particular brand the next time he ordered his own groceries. It really had been quite a tasty little snack, now that he thought about it.

However, the next moment, his musings were interrupted by the sound of more footsteps echoing down the hallway. Kim bit back a curse - of all the times for half the compound to decide they were in the mood for a midnight snack, why did it have to be tonight?

Chay had clearly heard the footsteps as well. He let out a dismayed squeak, shoved the other half of his pastry in his mouth, spun on his heel - and dashed into the same alcove that Kim was currently lurking in.

Suddenly face to face with the boy he’d lost before he’d even realised he loved him, Kim found himself lost for words, too. What was there to say, after all, to someone you’d deliberately made an enemy of, and utterly failed to reconcile with, when you found yourself forced into an unexpected stealth operation with them by the whims of fate and chance?

Fortunately, the clatter of footsteps into the kitchen, accompanied by a burst of unreasonably raucous laughter, absolved him of the obligation to say anything at all. Bringing a finger urgently to his lips, Kim let himself seek refuge in the familiar, claustrophobic sanctuary of silence.

Chay’s eyes flashed indignantly, and for a moment Kim thought he was going to argue - but fortunately, Chay didn’t seem any keener than him to alert anyone else of their presence in the alcove, and he subsided with an irritated huff, features settling into a frown. Or at least, Kim thought it was probably a frown. It wasn’t an expression he’d often seen Chay make, but that particular crinkle of his brow probably wasn’t a happy one.

Kim let his eyes slide away, and focused his attention on the conversation the two bodyguards who’d just entered the kitchen were engaged in.

“-sure I’m not the only one it’s happened to,” one of them was saying. “I’d put money on it, honestly.”

“Yeah man, I’m not doubting you,” the other agreed emphatically. “Did I tell you about the time I had to cover for their usual driver last week and chauffeur them to that meeting with the Germans?”

Kim was focusing more intently, now - bodyguard gossip was often a wealth of unexpected clues and insight.

“Do I want to know?” laughed the first bodyguard.

“Probably not,” his friend replied. “So, I had Khun Kinn and Khun Porsche in my backseat, both of them - oh, do I even need to say more? You know where this story’s going.”

“Do I?” the other asked, in tones of exaggerated innocence. “No, I think you better spell it out for me.”

Kim was rapidly becoming very, very certain that he did not want this guy to spell anything whatsoever out for him, thank you very much.

Unfortunately, luck was decidedly not on his side that evening.

“Well, I had the partition up and the soundproofing turned on, obviously, so I can’t say for sure.” The bodyguard paused for dramatic effect, then continued, “But I could still hear them, in spite of all that, and if Khun Kinn wasn’t getting his dick sucked back there-”

Having thoroughly revised his opinion of the value of bodyguard gossip, Kim decided that he was going to voluntarily go deaf now, actually. Shifting his attention firmly away from this terrible, awful, no-good conversation, his gaze fell back on Chay - whose head was now buried in his hands.

For a few seconds, Kim furiously debated with himself whether he ought to risk checking if Chay was alright. Then, in the first stroke of good luck he’d had that entire night, the bodyguards’ footsteps began to trudge back down the hallway, their voices fading into the night and taking the remnants of their horrible conversation with them.

Chay lowered his hands and looked back up at Kim, eyes wide and definitely no longer clouded with the dregs of sleep.

For a moment, Chay just stared at Kim, unblinking. Then, the faintest edge of hysteria lacing his voice, he mumbled, “That was the worst thing that’s ever happened.”

Kim had imagined this moment so many times, in so many ways, that he couldn’t have kept track of them all if he’d tried. He was pretty sure that he had, in fact, imagined the first words Chay would say to him the next time they spoke being along those lines on more than one occasion.

It still stung.

He swallowed, dropping his gaze to the floor, and shrank back a little. There was only so far he could go - it was a tiny alcove, and Chay was blocking the way out - but he could put a little bit more space between them, if it would lessen Chay’s discomfort.

He was jolted out of his self-pitying reverie by a gentle slap to his chest.

“Not - I didn’t mean you, P’Kim!” Chay protested. Kim’s head snapped up - impossibly, Chay was half-smiling at him, flapping one hand in the space between them. “I just meant - wow, that was too much information, you know? God, I did not need to know that.” Chay gave an over-exaggerated shudder, and Kim couldn’t help nodding in agreement - he, too, did not need to know that.

“Anyway, uh…” Chay had barely begun to speak before he was interrupted by a jaw-splitting yawn.

Kim felt the corner of his lips quirk up involuntarily. “Time for bed?” he murmured, even though the last thing he wanted was for Chay to slip away and through his fingers yet again. But, then again, it was inevitable. Maybe there was no sense in delaying it. After all, he’d always been good at denying himself the things he wasn’t meant to have, to lessen the sting when they drifted completely out of reach.

But then Chay giggled, raising an eyebrow, and suddenly he didn’t look tired at all. “Was that an innuendo, P’Kim?”

Kim’s mind came to a screeching halt, panic racing through him. “No, I didn’t - I know you don’t - Chay, I didn’t mean-” he stuttered, then gave up and covered his face with a groan.

Chay laughed again. Kim had never appreciated just how sweet that sound was, before.

Then, another pair of hands were gently prising his own from his face, and Chay was meeting his gaze with an unexpectedly serious expression.

At some point, he’d grown taller than Kim. He hadn’t realised that until now.

“You know I don’t what, P’Kim?” Chay asked, gentle but insistent.

Kim swallowed. “You don’t - I know you’re still angry with me.”

Chay hummed, scrunching his nose contemplatively. “And how do you know that, exactly?”

Kim felt the ground shifting beneath his feet. Words deserted him completely; he was powerless to do anything but blink back at Chay.

Chay took pity on him, and broke the silence again. “Maybe I’m still a little angry, phi. But mostly, I’m tired of being angry. And I think… I think I miss having you around.”

Kim took in a shaky breath. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the lack of food, or simply the muted glow from the fluorescent lights, barely illuminating their little hidden corner, but the entire conversation had taken on an air of unreality.

Or maybe it was simply because it felt too much like everything he’d barely let himself yearn for, made reality.

I’ve missed you too, he wanted to say.

Or perhaps that wasn’t enough. All I see now, no matter where I look, is the absence of you. That was closer to the truth of it.

But Kim had never been good with words. Not the sincere kind, not when the truth was at stake. Not when it mattered.

But Chay deserved an answer of some kind. Nothing he could dredge up would be adequate, but he had to try.

“I’ve missed you too,” Kim whispered.

The ripple of shock through his veins, in the aftermath of those words passing his lips, was a slow, sluggish thing. Even as the words echoed in his ears, he couldn’t quite believe he’d said them - the exact words he’d wanted to force out. It might have been a miracle.

And yet, it had been easy. Simple.

And Chay’s answering smile was brilliant. Dazzling.

At least, until it was interrupted by another enormous yawn.

The ensuing silence only lasted for a moment before both of them burst into helpless snorts of laughter, Chay pitching forward to bury his head in Kim’s shoulder.

“Maybe you were right, P’Kim,” came Chay’s muffled voice a second later, “it really might be time for bed.” He drew back to meet Kim’s eyes again, then continued, “But tomorrow… well, if we both miss each other, maybe we should do something to fix that. Would that - does that sound good to you?”

Kim could only nod helplessly, the force of his longing having stolen his words away completely. Chay beamed back at him. “Good.”

And then, a contemplative look passed over Chay’s features, a gleam appearing in his eyes.

Kim instinctively knew what he was about to do, and made no move to resist.

Chay’s lips met his; just the faintest brush of pressure. Kim’s eyes fluttered closed, and Chay pressed blessedly closer, a beacon of warmth against him.

The kiss couldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds before Chay broke away, taking a piece of Kim’s heart with him.

That was more than fine by Kim. He hadn’t realised he still had anything left of his heart to give; whatever remained, he would happily offer up to Chay on a platter.

Chay let out another nervous giggle, seemingly overcome by a sudden bout of shyness. “Ah, well - goodnight then, P’Kim! I’ll see you - or, mm, we can talk tomorrow?” And before Kim even had the chance to reply, he’d turned and darted out of the alcove.

Kim leaned back against the wall, letting himself melt into the stone. He couldn’t quite feel any of his limbs; he couldn’t quite bring himself to care.

He’d always known this was the best hiding spot in the house.

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