#i made myself chuckle w this idea ngl

[cruel-hiraeth]

what if i did a mini series of characters as influencers/celebrities and what their notes app apologies would look like…

[arminsumi]

hm.. shy vampire armin who’s scared to admit that he’s a vampire to you. when he finally does, you obviously have millions of questions! one of them being about sucking blood 👀 - let’s just say he’s not so shy after he gets a taste of your sweet blood

IM SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE IT LONG SISBIWS IM SORRY JAYYY

DRINK ME

↳ ARMIN アルミン + fem!reader

Note : V-VAMPIRE ARMIN?! you needn't apologize when u have blessed my inbox with vampmin 🧛‍♂️❤️ i used to be obsessed w the idea of vampire armin n even made a vampy ver. of him and me in the sims lol it was a whole jay era no one saw. anyways i think i deviated a bit pls forgive i was in a vampy daze 😵‍💫 and p.s. the length of ur req is all good!! no worries 👍

Warnings : vampirism, 🔞 suggestive/smutty content : mdni/mdnr, blood, blood drinking, possessiveness, marking, biting, it's a lil goofy i'm ngl

🍒 More from Jay : Armin works

He bows his head in shame, avoiding your gaze after telling you the truth one night, while the two of you were cooped up in your dorm rooms like two very normal students. Er... well, one normal student now.

"Min... that's..." you begin, too surprised for words.

"... I'm so sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. I just couldn't bear lying to you anymore. Do you... hate me for it?" he asks sheepishly.

"Not at all. I'm just surprised... kinda into it..."

"WHAT." he widens his eyes.

"Nothing." you backtrack, giggling nervously. "I didn't say that. You didn't hear that."

"Nahhh..." he looks at you with an intense gaze. "You definitely just said that... what, do you, like... have a kink for vampirism?" he jokes but your sheepish smile tells him he's right.

His heart pangs.

"Wow... that's freaky." he giggles.

Ooh... his fangy teeth are so subtle, so cute. Lil' chompers craving nothing more than to sink into your warm flesh.

"Sorry..."

"... don't be." he creeps closer to you. "It's cute... but... don't tempt me. Or I'll bite you. Joking... of course."

"Min... I'd let you bite me."

"What... 😳"

"... not to turn me! Just... for a snack."

"... a snack...? Angel, I can barely control myself when you have a tiny cut on your finger, I think I'd lose it if you let me suck your blood. It would be too sweet..."

He'd get a sugar rush, for sure, from gulping down your saccharine blood.

"I wouldn't mind. I lov— I uh... I'll offer it to you anyways. Um... incase you ever want to."

Well now he's looking desirously at your neck, struggling to maintain eye contact. He was so taken aback by you forwardly permitting him to take a sip of you.

He stares at you silently for a moment.

"Uh... would it hurt...?" you ask.

He drops his tone into a serious, concerned voice.

"Yeah... it would hurt quite a bit..." he informs you, "And it takes a while for the mark to heal... but if you're o-okay with... me having just a taste..."

"I am..." you say, "Mmm... weird question, but is it possible for you to drink all my blood in one go?" you suddenly ask, curious.

He chuckles a little, "Um, considering there's like... about five liters of blood in your body... no, I couldn't drink it all in one go." he lightens the darkening atmosphere with a joke, "It'd give me a major tummy ache."

"So... how much would you drink from me right now, to replenish yourself?" you inquire further, pawing closer to him.

He gulps, enticed by your scent.

"Probably a glass' worth...? That's typical." he looks away, too shy to say more. The thought of drinking a glass of your blood felt like asking for too much. "More than a glass would just be greedy..."

"Would it get messy and ugly?"

"Nah... I pride myself on being a clean eater." he winks, endeared by your giggly reactions to his subtle flirting.

It's bizarre to Armin; he expected you to be repulsed by his vampirism. But you're not. You're still flirting as hard as you did before he told you tonight.

"Armin... drink from me." you say seriously, seeing how he was holding his hands behind his back so tight when really he just needed to give into his raw desire.

"Uh—" he gulps as if his mouth is watering, "Are you sure you know what you're offering me?"

"Yes." you say more serious than ever. "Drink me."

Did you intend for that last part to sound so seductive? He can't tell.

He looks at you with eyes blown open, and bats his lashes in disbelief.

Then a a few moments later... he's pinning you to the bed and slotting his slender leg between your thighs.

His lips graze your neck, he kisses it... licks it... takes his time with it. You ask a bit more, breath staggering at his feverish licking.

"Do you always lick this much?"

"Mhm..."

"Why?"

"It's um... like a taste test..."

You feel your cheeks and chest warm up. "Oh... I see."

It's a minute later and he's sloppily making out with the area he intends to bite and drink from, while you happily allow him and run your fingers through his tawny blond hair.

"A–angel... your neck is so..." he swallows his drool, "so pretty... I'll be as gentle as p-possible... promise..."

"You don't have to be..."

"... really?" he asks breathlessly.

"Mhm."

He anyways encourages you to hold his hand and squeeze it if it's too much pain. "I'll stop if you tell me to... I have good discipline, I swear."

When his fangs fully come out, he slowly grazes their sharp point across your skin and gives testing pokes across the sweet curve of your neck. He exposes your neck more, pinning your shoulder with his hand.

One small gasp escapes you as he sinks just a tiny bit of his fangs in. He's trying his best to make it a smooth and clean incision. He's good and disciplined, he reminds himself, he can't just tear into you like you're nothing but a blood filled sac.

"Ah...!" you hiss in pain. It hurts way more than you anticipated, two sharp fangs pricking into your skin.

The way he sucks your blood out feels... sensual. Romantic. Like it's intimate... because it is. How many vampires does he know of that suck necks? It's the most erotic place to suck. It's an unspoken rule in his world to avoid the neck... because it's such an erogenous zone. Usually only lovers poke their fangs there...

Simply said? Armin sucked blood from your neck just to slyly turn you on. Because he had the hots for you. The cute human who wormed into his sexual fantasies.

"Mmm!" you squeal softly for him.

"Mmm..." he groans back, sinking his fangs as deep as they can go, spiraling into pleasure as his lips press flesh against your skin and squish flat.

"Min..." you moan, and now he knows he's got you.

Some blood dribbles down your chest and forms rivulets down his chin. He pulls his fangs out and licks at the wound lustfully, eyes lidded and breath heavy.

"F-fuck..." he curses, feeling himself getting a bit too excited after that intimate moment.

He's quietly patting himself on the back for not losing control even though the taste of your blood made him dizzy.

He inhales deeply to stabilize himself. Then he checks on you, caring eyes peering into your soul.

"Are you okay?" he asks, voice deep and low.

"Y-yeah..." you nod.

"It stings a bit, right?" he asks with a slight glint of sadism in his eyes.

You nod, "Not too much..."

He smiles at you, fangs cutely poking udner his upper lip and peaking out a bit.

"Good... don't wanna hurt my sweet Y/n."

Oops... did he just get a little possessive? Mhm yeah he did. And you don't realize it, but he made sure is fangs sunk deep enough to leave a longlasting territorial mark... he had to let the world know you were claimed as his little human possession.

"Min... you okay? You zoned out." you laugh.

An hour has passed. He cleaned up all the blood and now laid snuggling with you in bed. For the first time, he was spooning you; a small show of dominance that he never showed before biting you up.

"Yeah... just a bit dazed."

"In a bad way?" you ask.

"No. I just get dazed after drinking sweet wine." he says.

"Hm...? Is that so? Dazed and dizzy 'cause of me?"

He smirked, eyes admiring your bite marks in the dim moonlight. He thumbs the skin around them.

"Yeah... dazed and dizzy for you..." he says slowly, voice washed with drowsiness.

He clutches you tight and sleeps.

© arminsumi

Do not plagiarize / repost / translate / copy layouts / etc.

Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

[the-one-and-omly]

Adam and Lute are so underrated ( I understand they suck tho ) so I made this to make myself and maybe others feel better!

DISCLAIMERS: ADAM X LUTE, Kinda an AU..

WARNINGS: Tickling, Lee! Adam and Ler! Lute, Some cussing.

~The start ~

Adam and Lute waited for the extermination day to arrive filled with excitement. Lute spent that time keeping to herself while Adam spent it talking her ear off. Lute excepted her fate and kept her cool. One day, while spending time together, Lute was laughing at some corny joke Adam made and accidentally ran her hand down his side getting him to snicker. Lute looked at Adam with a smile across her face. "Oh? What was that?" Adam looked away and shrugged. "I don't know, it was probably nothing." And tried walking off but Lute stopped him. "Oh no you don't." She grabbed his arm and pulled him to her height. "W-What are you doing?" She had a cheeky smile on her face and began to lightly stroke his side earning a yelp. Adam turned red as Lute smiled largely. "Is there something you wanna tell me, sir~?" Adam looked away, his face getting hot, "N-Nope!" Lute chuckled to herself, amused, and continued to tickle his sides earning muffled chuckles from him as he hid his face. "Your ticklish aren't ya?" He tapped his foot on the ground and didn't say anything, trying to hold back laughter. Lute saw this and tickled his stomach, making him jump a bit before he started to laugh. "N-Nohohoho! Stahahahahahaop!" Lute had a satisfied smile on her face and continued to tickle him. "Nope!" Adam wanted to fight but he knew she was just playing and Lute wasn't a snitch when it came to finding out secrets so he accepted his fate and laughed. "Are ya ticklish, Adam? Are ya?" Lute teased him as he laughed and tried to remove his arm from her grip. "Adam stop, we both know I'm stronger`" Flustered, he smacked her shoulder a couple times. "Stahahahahahahaop alreheheheheheady!" Lute was amused and let out a sigh as she gave him a breather. Adam took a breath and got out of her grip. "Your mean as fuck, Lute." She smiled, "Of course I am!" Adam did a large sigh and Lute gave him a small hug, surprising him. "O-Oh!" Lute seemed to be embarrassed but Adam smiled at her and hugged back. The two embraced for a while before Lute pulled away and looked up at Adam who seemed a bit flustered.' "What's wrong, sir?" He seemed a bit zoned out before shrugging. "Nothing, just not used to hugs.." Lute smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and put her hands behind her back, quickly walking away, embarrassed. Adam was in shock and put his hand on his cheek where she kissed him. "Oh man.. Another one.." He chuckled to himself. "I guess I am the dick master, haha!" He, filled with satisfaction, went to follow Lute.

~ The end ~

Okay, this was fun to make ngl. I would continue but honestly have like no ideas.. hehe.. anyways, I hope you enjoyed this little story :)

[youvereachedthenearest-lovergirl]

let’s make fun of my writing together!

lmao just the first chapter of a story i started writing in 5th grade. ngl i actually tried on it and im thinking of just posting here so I can make fun of it with people

Bright lights filled my vision as I opened my eyes. I had no idea where I was. As I looked around, I could see strange machines surrounding me. Where was I? Where was my sister? All I remember was tackling my mother to the ground with a knife in my hand. I looked down at my hands and gasped. Blood covered them. It was thick and hot, although it was starting to crust over because it was drying. The curtains surrounding my bed were yanked open by a man in scrubs. My stare was icy cold as he walked toward me. 

“W-who are you?” I managed to croak out,”Where a-am I?”

He ignored me, and continued to walk my way. On his way over he grabbed a small metal object with spikes on each side. He flipped a switch and electricity cackled, ready to electrocute its victim. I don’t know how, or when, I started crying. It dripped down my face and eventually made its way to my chin. My heart pounded, and my body froze up. It was like someone had grabbed me by the shoulders and pinned me down to my bed. When he got to my bedside, he reached down. Sparks neared my bare flesh as I could feel myself heating up. The machine touched my skin, and everything went dark.  

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I woke up in a cold sweat, panting and shivering. I guess it was just a nightmare, yet it felt so real. I could still remember the stinging pain in my arm, the doctor's cold hands gripping my bare wrist. I glanced at my small, homemade clock that stood in the corner of my room.  6:44. I glanced out my window and at the rising sun. Groaning in exhaustion, I pulled myself together and climbed out of my bed. I didn’t have school until 8:00 fortunately, which means I’ll have enough time to actually eat breakfast today. Sluggily, I moved downstairs and threw open the kitchen cabinets. I prepared myself a small plate of fresh raspberries and cereal, then made my way back to my bedroom and got dressed. 

Kingston Academy wasn’t normal, in fact, no one there was normal either. Luckily, we have no uniforms, or else everyone there would be dead by dawn. As I walked down the rickety path I could feel eyes burn holes on my back. I’m not exactly welcomed in town after what happened involving my mother. I was known as the psychopath of Otago. Fitting. Sometimes-when I would least expect it-I would stare at the countless rows of people lining the streets and imagine their deaths in imaginative and brutal ways. Snapping out of it, I ignored their stares and trudged on. I could see the three metal spokes peaking out above the tree line signaling I was nearing my destination. 

“You alright there mate? You caused quite a stir a few minutes ago, why don’t we walk together and you can explain why everyone watches you like you’re a madman, eh?” 

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His name was Oliver Wilson, 4 grades older than me. He was on the school soccer team. Popular, and most likely arrogant. What he wants from me? No idea! Honestly, the dude just doesn’t shut up, but he won’t tell me anything. 

“And I see you walking down the street and I’m li-” 

“Ok one, what do you want with me and two, if you don’t answer in five seconds you’re dead,” I deadpanned.

“Jesus christ! You sure are feisty,” he preached, staring down at me,”Honestly, I’m just curious why people seem to hate you so much. You seem nice enough.”

Nice? Really? I’m pretty sure no one I knew would call me “nice”, even if I were their friend. I looked up at him then noticed the time. I was late! Not that I cared, I skip school on a regular basis and no one seems to notice. I guess the case was different with ol’ Oliver here.

“Ugh, time really flies when I’m with an aggressive 14 year old girl. See ya, Dahlia!” he called as he raced down the dirt path. I chuckled for the first time in months and turned around, my desire to learn gone. 

The walk home felt longer than usual, more lonely. Marlene was supposed to call today, she had a falling out with her boyfriend, Patrick. The foul git. If I were there when it happened I would shove that fake blonde weave up his-. Well anyway, at least he’s gone. My sister would call me and explain all about the terrible things he did to her, and I would grow angrier by the second. My hands clenched into fists, and a flush rose to my cheeks. The same people I saw earlier watched me in fear, one teenage boy even shouting out,”Oh no everyone! Better watch out, the Psychopath of Otago is angry!” So he wants to see me mad? Bad idea buster. 

“Oi, shut it!” I announced, silencing his mocking tones. The crowd backed away as I walked toward the rebel. His eyes grew wide, and he started trembling. 

“Oh yeah?” he questioned,”Or what?”

My pupils darkened as he took a step forward. An inch, another inch, until we were nose to nose. I studied him carefully. Round, shiny nose. Dark curly hair. He would’ve been attractive if he wasn’t so annoying. I made the first hit,  colliding my right hand to his defined nose. His head snapped back, and he groaned in pain. We both stepped away and circled each other. I studied his movements carefully. His left hand was at the ready, signaling  he was a lefty. His nose was gushing blood, and the skin around it was flushed red. 

“Come on then, you asked for this, so come and get it,” I taunted, light on my feet. That must’ve erupted some type of fire in him, because when I was least expecting it, he rammed into my stomach. My body struggled for a gasp of air as his muscular arms encircled me. I managed to fight my way out of his iron grip and hook my foot around his ankle. Flipping him over, I grabbed the pocket knife I always kept on me. I leaned to the side of his head to whisper in his ear as I held the knife to his throat.

“Next time, pick a fight with someone you can handle.”

[solarwonux]

8. “We need to talk about what happened last night.”

25.  “It’s an office with huge windows, everyone can see.” “So?”

marketing director!mingyu x f!reader

w.c: 2.6k

warnings: a little bitt of angst, a little bit of fluff, suggestive themes like voyeurism briefly mentioned

note: ngl, I’m sorry not my best work but I TRIED. Let me know your thoughts it would really help me out a lot. Thank you for reading.xx

masterlist || prompt list

Kim Mingyu - Marketing Director

The nameplate on the door sends a shiver up your spine, knowing that the man you had accidentally pulled in for a drunk kiss the night before during the weekly company bonding dinner, was sitting just behind the door. He was pissed, had pushed you away, made a big deal in wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in disgust. Causing you to sober up quickly and regretting it.

It’s no secret that God had taken his sweet time when creating Kim Mingyu Marketing Director of GoSe Enterprises. He put all the Greek Gods you spent your free time reading about to shame. You’ve been crushing on him since he sat in the cubicle next to yours for years. The two of you had developed a nice easy-going friendship. He was sweet, funny, and always offered amazing advice, both on personal and professional matters. You were practically head over heals for him.

Then the promotion came, granting Mingyu with an office on the southside of the company building. Huge windows overlooking the city below, and the office. A nice fancy gold nameplate with his new job description underneath it. Naturally, the two of you grew apart, ripped from one another without a warning. He was no longer rooting for you and your ideas. Instead, he was the one turning down all your project proposals. He was the one assigning you the revision tasks he knew you hated doing. He was the reason for the random spikes of anxiety throughout the workday. He was no longer your friend, he was your supervisor. His soft demeanor and fleeting touches were nowhere to be found. Lost amongst piles of paperwork surrounding his desk. 

You took a deep breath holding your laptop close against your chest, eyeing the nameplate on the large dark wooden door that took your Mingyu away from you a year ago. You were nervous. He only ever called you down to his office if you had a proposal revision due, which this time you didn’t. 

The last idea you had pitched two weeks ago was turned down before you could finish your sentence during your first PowerPoint slide. He didn’t even give you the chance to improve it, simply said, “trash it, it’s not worth wasting your time when it’s not a plausible option.” So, the only other option left and the one that made sense was your slip-up the night before. He had called you down to ask for your resignation letter for breaking company policy. 

“If you keep staring at the door it won’t magically open,” Chan spoke next to you making you jump. “I’m just saying.” He shrugged sheepishly and opened the door, walking in with confidence. “Mingyu I have the copies you asked for.” 

You filed in after him, situating yourself close to the wall and by the door, while Mingyu instructed Chan on where to set down the copies. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest, watching as the two of them laughed about some inside joke they had. The anger along with jealousy boiled with fever deep within you. 

This was the problem. Mingyu had only changed when it came to you. With everyone else he was the same Mingyu you once had the pleasure of knowing, and that not only confused you but it made you angry. “Are we still on for guys' night this friday?” Chan asked the older male pointing finger guns at him. 

“Yes, of course, drinks are on Seungcheol this time, which makes my wallet really happy.” Mingyu clapped Chan on the back and led him towards his office door. “Same bar with the cute bartender?” He emphasized, his angry gaze falling on you for a second. 

Subtle you silently scoffed rolling your eyes, holding your laptop as close to your body as humanly possible.If he didn’t make his distaste towards you obvious by his reaction last night, he surely made it painfully clear just now. 

“That’s the one.” Chan nodded, sending you a pitying look, one you didn’t need. You knew you were fucked. 

Everyone knew about your painful crush on Mingyu. Everyone had seen you grab the collar of his dark maroon shirt last night and plant a wet alcohol filled kiss against his lips. Everyone had seen the way he reacted, yanking his suit jacket off the back of his chair and walking out of the bar pissed. So, you didn’t need the various pitying looks you were getting since the moment you walked in that morning.

“Alright then I’ll see you then, don’t forget to turn in your proposal by tomorrow night, Jeonghan keeps bugging me about it.” 

Chan sighed, hitting his forehead with the palm of his hand, “shit, I’ll have it done by tomorrow morning.” He said quickly before speed walking back to his cubicle. Leaving you alone to face the problem you had caused. 

Mingyu laughed lightly, shaking his head as he shut the door to his office, “I knew he forgot.” He mumbled before straightening his back, the scowl you were used to seeing appeared on his face once again. He walked past you to his desk, taking a seat next to his name plate. You stayed put, looking down at the floor, only counting the tiny dust bunnies that were visible to your eye. 

Mingyu cleared his throat, “We need to talk about what happened last night.” 

You raised your head pushing yourself off the wall and walked to him. Stopping behind one of the leather chairs in front of his desk. “Don’t need to, It’s my fault for breaking company policy. I’ll hand in my resignation letter to Jeonghan tonight.” You kept your eyes trained on the skyscraper reflecting through the window behind him. Anything was better than looking at him right now. 

He sighed, running a frustrated hand across his face. He pushed himself away from his desk and took a step forward. “I didn’t call you in here to ask you to resign.” 

Confused, you tore your eyes from the building behind him and looked at him. The bags under his eyes that had started to form from lack of sleep and overwork were now more prominent than before. It made you wonder if he hadn’t slept last night because of you, but then you remembered the huge project he was currently working on, so you casted that thought aside.

“Oh then...I-umm, why am I here?” 

“Do you have any idea the position you put me in last night?” He furrowed his brows, placing a knee down on the chair in front of him. He leaned his forearms against the back of it, closing the distance you purposely kept between the two of you. 

You took a step back, scrunching your nose, “I don’t understand. You don’t want me to resign. If I’m not getting penalized then why am I here?” You dropped your arms in defeat. “If you called me in here to tell me you’re not interested in me, you don’t have to. I already know.” You finished swallowing the lump that had formed at the back of your throat. 

“That’s the problem.” Mingyu pointed an accusing finger at you before retreating it. “I am interested in you, more than interested in you. I have strong feelings for you and I can’t act on them because I don’t want everyone to think that I favor you, because I do.” 

I’m dreaming, you thought pressing the palm of your hand against your heated forehead. You had to be dreaming, life has never been this giving to you, “wait I’m confused...you ran out last night, literally pushed me away, disgusted. Do you have any idea how that felt? I had to sit down and face our co-workers with a fake smile on my face because I didn’t want them to see me cry.” 

Mingyu’s face softened, he gripped the back of the chair hard enough for his knuckles to almost turn white. “I know and I’m sorry but if I had stayed then I would’ve kept kissing you. You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to do that.” He dropped his head releasing a shuddering breath. “Every time we stayed here working over time, the only thing I could think about was how easy it’d be if I just leaned over a little more and kissed you. No one would be around, no one would see, it would just be our little secret. But the stupid company policy always seemed to find it’s way into my head and I never let myself cross that boundary.”

“Mingyu w-why are you telling me this now? Even if we have feelings for one another, my job is important to me and I don’t want to risk getting fired because we’re together.” You blinked rapidly, now was not the time to cry. You could cry later in the communal bathroom across the hall, or on the bus ride home, just anywhere but here. 

“Well,” Mingyu rounded the corner of the chairs and made his way to you, finally closing the distance. “I talked to Jeonghan -”

“Wait you told him we kissed?” You were sure your eyes were bulging out of their sockets as the realization hit you. Of course, Mingyu wasn’t going to fire you, he was saving himself the burden and having Jeonghan do it for him. 

He chuckled, placing a hand against your hip making you jump, “Just how drunk were you last night? Jeonghan was there when it happened. He called me and threatened to fire me for leaving you the way I did.” He whispered, circling his arm around you and pulling you close, making you stumble from the sudden impact. “H’said, fuck company policy and that I was stupid for following it when no one does.” 

“Wait are you saying th -” 

“Yes we can be together as long as we keep our work and personal lives separate, so, no sex in my office.” 

You gasped hitting his chest lightly, this lewd side of Mingyu was one you had never seen before. Or at least you had but in a much more subtle way. “Well of course, we can’t do that. That was never going to be part of the deal.” The thought of him pressing you against his desk after hours sent a thrilling shiver up your spine. You bit your lip, shaking your head. No, not allowed, focus. 

“Why not? I’ve slept on the couch here a few times. It's pretty comfortable.” He reassured, hooking his thumb in the belt loops of your dark slacks. “And your ass looks so good in these pants, I literally have to make it my mission to not stare.” 

“I’m flattered, I guess. But look around Gyu.” His gaze followed your hand as you waved it around in front of him. “It’s an office with huge windows, everyone can see -” 

He pulled you closer, eloping your body in both of his arms, “so?” He tilted his head to the side, a smirk playing against his lips. You had forgotten how much he liked to tease you. 

“So?” You rolled your eyes, “were you not listening to what I was saying everyone can see.” You emphasized, poking his cheek with your index finger. 

Mingyu bit his bottom lip trying to suppress his laughter. He forgot how easily flustered you could get, especially when he would say something out of pocket to you. Sure, half of the time you would ignore him, sometimes you would simply roll your eyes, focused on whatever you were working on. Other times he would leave you at a loss for words.

“Frankly, I don’t see the problem. We can just wait until everyone goes home and then give whoever is walking by a free show.” He finished raising his eyebrows suggestively at you. 

You rolled your eyes, pushing him away and walked to his door. “I can’t believe you’re already thinking about having sex with me and you haven’t even asked me out on a date or to be your girlfriend.” You pushed his door open and walked out, “the audacity you have Kim Mingyu.” 

He felt panic surge through him, his big mouth getting the best of him once again. “Woah woah wait I was getting there, you didn’t give me the chance to ask.” He followed you out the door, trying to keep up with your hasty steps. Who knew you could walk so fast in heels. 

Once you were at your cubicle you sat down, placing your laptop on top of your desk, waking it up. “Too late, company policy says we have to keep our work and personal lives separate, guess you’re going to have to wait a while.” You look at the digital clock on your desk, “Five and a half hours to be exact.” 

Mingyu threw his head back, frustrated. As much as he enjoyed teasing you, he had forgotten that you were equally as evil if not worse. He had waited to ask you out for more than two years and now that he could, he literally couldn’t wait five and a half hours.

“Friday, after work?” He whispered, covering the side of his mouth with his hand to make it look less suspicious. It wasn’t working.

“What about guys night and that cute bartender?” You smirked, clicking around your computer opening the files you were working on earlier. 

Mingyu took a deep breath and grabbed the back of your chair, swinging it around ripping you away from your computer screen. “Fuck guys night honey, I’m taking you home, cooking you the best meal you’ve ever had and then -” He stopped peaking over your cubicle. Everyone that had tuned in to your debacle, quickly scrambled to focus on whatever they were doing before you and Mingyu walked in. He nodded once before leaning down, his lips close to your ear, whispering, “then I’m going to fuck you against my window so everyone can see that you’re finally mine.” 

You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning.You put your hand on his chest and leaned in, placing a soft kiss against the shell of his ear. “Kinky, ask me again in five and a half hours.” You gave his cheek a gentle pat before pushing him away, returning your attention to what you were doing. 

Mingyu grumbled, shoulders slumped as he dragged himself back to his office. You stifled a laugh, the butterflies you had once felt for him returning. 

“You know I heard all of that.” Soonyoung spoke, peeking his head into your cubicle, his eyes wide like he had just seen a ghost, or something utterly disgusting.

Fuck! Mingyu! You whined silently before turning to face your cubicle mate. “I’ll buy you lunch if you pretend like you didn’t hear anything.” 

He put a pensive hand on his chin before sticking his hand out for you to shake. “Deal, I suddenly have been overcome with amnesia, whatever happened in the last five minutes I do not remember, that’s only if you promise to also finish revising this project proposal for me.” He waved the large packet of white copy paper in front of you. 

You groaned, “that wasn’t part of the deal we just shook on.” 

He sucked in air, “I don’t remember that.” He pouted. “I have amnesia, remember.” 

“Fuck fine.”

[j45uk3]

이희승 - [THIRD]

genre: angst??

Characters: lee heeseung & gender!neutral oc

wc: 2k

synopsis: lee he-san, your best friend (who apparently is your crush) dies in a car accident. then one day, you see him across the street, is that him? Blinded by euphoria, you live the next few months happily. But then a secret lies between his identity, is this really lee he-san, the person you once knew or is it..

His twin brother, Lee Heeseung? 

others: mention of death, everything is fictional-remember that juseyo <3, extremely rushed ngl i had no idea what i was typing but ok-

i survived five whole years without him.

am i proud of that? no. of course not. can you even imagine walking inside your school greeted by looks of pity? and when you sit down everywhere you look something just feels missing? you would think to yourself, he would probably be here eating, he’s most likely to be here around this time. he would be here WITH ME laughing and having the times of our lives in this place. what hurts the most is when you look beside you and you see an empty chair filled with withering flowers and his picture. 

his picture YOU took.

five years? Without him, it felt like five decades. You would look into the mirror and see yourself aging, not only mentally but physically. the dark pits under you eyes would become more visible and the color of your skin fading oh ever so slowly. finding yourself five minutes outside your house and you already feel like your dying of the cold. you were lifeless. 

but then here he is, right in front of you. Clueless as ever, wearing the black leather jacket you gave him for his birthday. 

“h-he-san?” you managed a whisper despite your crippling mental state.

his brows furrowed and his eyes squinted, a look of worry spreading across his face. is this girl ok? his eyes said. and the answer to that? yes, you were walking on Cloud 9, you wouldn’t care for the world if you were to die right now at this moment as long as you saw him again. and he is here, again. 

is this a dream? Is this guy seriously he-san? reaching your hand forward (you knew it was creepy, but euphoria made you blind to anything at the moment) tears gathered on your eyes. Creeped out to the bone, the guy halted and grabbed your wrist - making you feel as delighted as ever. he is real! and his tight grip didn't even stop you from hugging him oh so tight he might even die right after he just showed up to you, not dead. 

Then the most surprising thing came out of his mouth,

“Hey, y/n” 

you froze on the spot not knowing what to say or do. Your best friends death ruined your entire life to the core. Yet seeing him here, saying your name made everything feel all cupcakes and rainbows. He’s alive, he remembers you, he remembers your name. Everything. The color on your face seemed to pop out of nowhere and you hugged him even tighter earning a laugh from him as his long arms hugged you back.

“I-im so glad you’re alive”

“Me too?” 

Chuckling, you two never seemed to let go. 

Months passed by and as expected he astonished everyone at his sudden reappearance, but not everything goes right in life, does it? He knew you loved watching any kind of drama and right after you saw him a list suddenly formed inside your mind. 

if the person, now reincarnated but reported to be dead, comes back to you drama cliches: 

First, either doesn’t remember you, or anything at all.

That’s crossed out from the list since he really remembers me, and... anything else.

Second, came back a complete psychopath or simply wasn’t dead the whole time.

I’ll cross this one out since he died right in front of me and they displayed his actual body in front of us at his funeral. Lastly,

Third, has an unusual vibe and doesn’t act like the person you once knew. 

What scares me is that, i can’t cross this one out.

“Honey?” your mom’s voice cut you off your thoughts.

You looked back, and let out a simple ‘hmm?’ 

“What are you doing with your book?” she called out, i checked my book out and noticed ink spread throughout the page as my hand turned pale gripping onto the pen. 

I looked back to my mom, and gave a small smile as i turned the page, “studying” 

Chuckling, she walked forward, going to me and lay on my bed behind me. It was silent for a few minutes while I focused on my homework. Obviously not being able to, I mentally groaned and slammed my book shut and looked at my mom. “Yes?-”

“Should i call He-san to study with you-”

“-NO” I snapped. My hand immediately separated from my body and my fingers spread showing a ‘stop’ sign. Wearing a fake smile, my mom reached her hand forward and intertwined both our fingers. 

“I will” then she shook her hand along with mine. She let go of my hand and walked to the door, at the same time I twisted back facing my desk again, flustered. I waited for the door to click, but it never came. Glancing back, I see my mom staring at me again.

“What is it this time-”

“Have this” then she threw a square shaped object, and me being the clumsy, sleepy as hell demon I am, I didn’t get to catch it as it fell in front of me. I gawked at my mom and she smiled again and waved her fingers, closing the door shut.

“What’s this” whispering to myself as I lowered my body to reach the object. As I did, I flipped it over and it showed a picture of 2 guys and a girl. The two boys made a heart as the girl stood in the middle cupping her face. Twins were what the boys were, identical twins. Scanning the picture one last time, I spot a name on the bottom left. 

Lee Heeseung.

Lee Heeseung?

Lee Heeseung.

Lee Heeseung.

Lee Heeseung.

Lee Heeseung.

He-san’s twin brother. The simple picture cured all your suspicions. He had a tattoo on his right hand, but He-san had a tattoo on his left. He-san’s allergic to shrimp, but the He-san who showed up happily hogged all the tempura when he visited your home.

Third, has an unusual vibe and doesn’t act like the person you once knew.

the weirdest one was when he told me...he loved me. 

The He-san who showed up isn’t He-san. 

It’s Lee Heeseung, his twin brother.

the door suddenly opened, with Heeseung entering the room. With him, my mother's head peeked from the door and an apologetic look spread across her face. you had to know she said as we made eye contact. I gave a nod of my head and a weak smile, she smiled back and closed the door. Click.

“So what do you want to do?-”

“heeseung”

Silence conquered the entire room, shifting my sight to the frozen boy infront of me my eyes heated up. “Heeseung, right?” I said.

No reply came from the boy. 

“So, you are heeseung.” nothing seemed to process in my mind as the boy simply avoided my eye contact. Nothing filled my mind except.

“Why?, why would you do that?” I weakly asked. “W-why would you act like he-san and give me such high hopes?!” standing up, rage coursed through my veins. 

“Have you ever even thought, what would i feel if i found out? Did you ever wonder on how soon we’ll be able to find out? Heeseung I’m your friend, i’m basically your family-”

“I know, and that’s what hurts the most.” “that you’re only just a friend with me, but when you’re with He-San… You treat him as he’s in love with you. And you with him.” he whole-heartedly admitted. His head was hung-low and regret laced through his voice.

“How bout you? Did you ever consider how i felt?” he snapped.

“What do you mean?-”

“I disappeared, right? You knew I suddenly disappeared out of nowhere, but what did you do? You went to He-san and confessed your feelings right after the news came out

And that one time He-san literally got lost IN A CLUB, and what did you do? You literally dragged me out of MY REUNION with my friends just to find him” 

His head shot up and his eyes swelled with tears “and you know that wasn’t all, so tell me. Did YOU ever think on how I felt with all that favoritism?” 

“I-i just wanted to feel important to you, and I didn’t know what to do. YOU are important to me, same with He-san. But I just didn’t feel the same with you, I didn’t feel any importance on myself whenever I see you treating He-San that way. So, As the mentally broken person I am, I became He-san knowing the consequences” 

No words came out of my mouth as I had yet to process everything he said. I didn’t know what to feel, shame? Guilt? Anger? Or sadness? If only I could just die right then and there I would, my mind was a mess and this whole conversation was a mess. Nothing seemed to sit right anymore. You would think on who really was at fault..is it me? Or is it him?

“But then again, here we are having this conversation. Everything seems to be moving so fast right? It’s been MONTHS. And throughout those months, I felt...important.

To you,” 

Complete silence, none of us spoke a word. Shivering silence I would say. None of us made eye contact, and we made not a single sound but it wasn’t awkward, it was scary. You could feel the rage and anger radiating through the silence. So I did the most logical thing to do,

 Run. just simply get out of the room, house actually. And run. To where?

He-san’s grave. 

I dropped on my knees and my lips tremble tremendously. Taking quick breaths I looked up trying to contain my tears. Looking back down,  it met me with his name engraved on his headstone.

Lee He-san 2001-2021

A salty taste travelled to my lips and i wiped it immediately. My eyes got puffy and my eyesight blurred. My head throbbed loudly and all I could do was drop as my arms supported my entire body. 

“Y/N!” a voice called behind me.

“Y/N!” Heeseung’s voice called me. It was unclear since the noise of the cars honking and my crying blocked my hearing. He also seemed to be far away.

And I didn’t even dare to look back.

“Y/N!” the voice grew louder and i wiped my tears. Looking back, I see Heeseung on the other side of the road. He had a small smile, and he was waving his hand. Guilt corrupted my mind as I stood up and walked to the sidewalk and screamed 

“Go away, I-I don’t deserve to be your friend.” 

He didn’t reply. The pedestrian light turned green, and he walked towards me. The pedestrian was long, and I simply took the chance and ran away again. “Y/N!” His footsteps were loud as he ran going towards me. 

As I reached the middle of the road, a hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to turn to the other side. “y/n, listen to me” 

“I-im sorry,” i cut him off “i didn’t know that’s what you felt, I’m such a bad friend, and I was so clueless. I was probably so blinded by-”

“y/n, listen to me. I-it’s fine. I don’t care. As long as we’re together like this and the misunderstanding is clear, everything’s going to be fine. He-san wouldn’t want us to be living like this. I’m sure he would want us to be happy, I-i’m sorry too. I know that was very selfish of me to do that…”

Tears seemed to gather on the bottom of my eyes again, and Heeseung pulled me into his chest and his arms wrapped around my upper body. I hugged him back, breaking the hug right after. “L-let’s just go back to He-san ok?” 

I took a couple of breaths and nodded my head. We were going to walk to the side-walk until a stranger’s voice screamed “KIDS WATCH OUT” 

We both looked forward, and they met us with a truck's front as its honks ringed in my mind. We stood there frozen, and I felt a push from my side and I moved away and my body thumped to the other side of the road. My eyesight was blurry and a huge CRASH was what I heard, and before i knew it my eyesight went blank. 

"y-y/n??" "y/n? y/-"

my eyes shot open and I shot up from the bed. Looking around all i saw was white. rubbing my eyes, doctors, wheelchairs and nurses surrounded me. I looked to where the voice came from and was greeted by my mother. My lips felt dry and I was still wearing my outfit from earlier...earlier...

the truck..heeseung-

"where's heeseung?"

[afandommultiverse]

Secrets - Finral Roulacase

This was a request! 

Warnings - a lil smuty ngl

A/n - I just wanna say: THIS IS NOT EDITED. So I'm sorry. 

Y/N P.O.V

As soon as I sat down for breakfast, Finral was beside me, whispering sweet nothings and flirts in my ear. I covered my mouth with a giggle and turned to him to reply, only to see Yami pick him up by the shoulder and throw him across the room. The wall crumbled as Finral hit it with a force only Yami could throw one-handed. I gasped and jumped to go help, only to be pushed down by Yami. Yami took Finral’s previous seat beside me and quickly thrust his sword in the seat besides looking up at Finral only to say, 

“No.” 

~~~

I sat underneath a tree out in the forest and read a book silently. It was a cheap romance novel but nonetheless had me on the edge. At the moment, the main character was confessing her love to her crush. 

He stared at her with no emotion, seemingly unphased by the confession. But suddenly, he walked up to her and pulled her chin up to make her look him in the eyes. 

‘You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to say that.’ He leaned down to- 

Out from a little portal came Finral, grabbing at my chin and pulling my face up to look at him. 

“Is this what you like?” My face burned hot as he moved to lean down, he was so close, only a few centimeters from pressing his soft lips to mine. Almost- 

“Finral! I’m going to fucking kill you!” Here came Yami, walking fast towards us, his mana growing with anger as he got closer. 

“Sorry, my love!” Quickly Finral made and portal jumping threw it fast. Yami’s arm thrust into the portal. 

“Don’t even think about closing it now! If I lose my arm, you’re losing your head!” 

~~~

I sat on my bed getting ready for bed when I heard a knock on my window. I turned my head to see the top of brown wavy hair peeking from underneath the window. I quickly got up from my bed and pushed the window open before running to the door and locking it, even grabbing a chair to put underneath the knob. 

When I turned around, Finral wasted no time grabbing me and kissing me. His arms held me tightly against his chest as he kissed me with fervor. I wrapped my arms around him and shoved my hands in his hair, kissing him desperately and pushing him towards the bed. Finral followed and buckled underneath me, pulling me with him as he fell. He pushed me under him and began to lift the layers of my clothing. Just as he had rid of my shirt, leaning down to press small kisses and nips at the top of my breasts. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him up with both hands to kiss him more. 

“I missed you.” He whispered against my lips, hands falling down my sides to rub at my center. I moaned and pressed my hips closer. 

“You were near me- ah! a-all day…” I whimpered as his hand slipped through the band on my underwear and rubbed at my clit. He chuckled as he looked down at me, as half-lidded in lust as he started. 

“Yeah, but not the way I want to be,” I pulled at Finral’s shirt, eventually making him pull away and remove it above me. His hands fell down to his pants and he quickly unbuckled his belts and threw them across the room. 

Abruptly the door burst open, Yami standing on the busted end with his foot up and a cloud of cigarette smoke pooling from his mouth. I quickly covered myself with my forgotten shirt, pushing Finral off of me and looking at my older brother in fear. Yami was going to kill him, there was no way around this. Yami was going to kill my boyfriend… again.

“You have about five seconds before I rip your dick off,” Finral scrambled to get off of me. 

“Five, four, threetwoone,” Yami walked into the room and made pace for Finral when I yelled. 

“Stop it Yami! I love him!” I cried, hoping to at least shock him into stopping. He didn’t, instead, he grabbed Finral by the neck and choked him against the wall. Finral tried to fight, which was useless but at least he was a little optimistic. 

“You said that last time.” Yami blew smoke into Finral's face, making him cough and sputter more. 

“Yeah, okay, I lied last time, but I’m serious this time. Please, Yami don’t kill him!” I had gotten up, shirt on and dignity covered, and pulled on Yamis arm, looking up at him with doe eyes. Yami stared down at me, not at all phased by Finral’s squirming and kicking. 

“What if he hurts you?” 

“Then you can kill, but seriously cut it out he's turning blue!” Yami suddenly let go of Finral, making him fall on his ass, huffing for air. I leaned down and made sure he was okay kissing his cheeks and muttering him sorry. 

“I-It’s o-kay-” Finral broke off with a coughing fit, trying to catch his breath. I rubbed at his back and watches as Yami stepped away, staring hard at Finral. 

“Don’t fucking hurt her you idiot, or I’ll come back and finished the job,” Yami turned swiftly and stalked off, lighting another cigarette. 

“W-Wouldn’t dream of it!” He yelled, immediately going into another coughing fit due to yelling. 

[yourfaceislikeabluemoon]

3-Ways Are All Fine And Dandy Until Someone Catches Feelings ~ Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6

Lust Covered Cherry Blossoms

Words: 2345

Warning: Biting (duh), kitten kink, dirty talk, slight degradation, blowjob, cum play, bareback (condoms are boring in smut, be safe kids!), and as usual very strong language. This is just straight up filthy bxb smut so fair warning, read at your own risk!

A/N: Ngl, I like this chapter, a lot. Guilty hehe. But yeah, I hope you enjoy, it’s a lot lmao

The first time Hoseok and Changkyun were away after you had made the relationship official, they had no clue how to act normal—being unusually handsy, excessively teasing each other, their typical clinginess dramatically heightened, caused the other boys to suspect something was going on that they didn’t know about. After a while, they were bound to find out or, at the very least, ask questions, but that was future Hoseok and Changkyun’s problem. The problem right now consisted of them both missing you, but Hoseok was craving attention and Changkyun seemed to be too tense to even notice Hoseok’s loneliness. Luckily, they were rooming together, otherwise things would’ve been much more complicated.

Changkyun was lounging on one of the beds, mindlessly flipping through the channels, but not paying attention to whatever he randomly landed on. Hoseok’s voice brought him out of the weird daze he didn’t know he was under, “Kkukkung, you’ve been so distant all day. Are you ok?”

“‘m fine.” He mumbled in response, changing his position so he was facing the TV with his legs stretched out and his arms behind his head, supporting it.

“Are you sure? You seem really tense. I’m worried about you.” Hoseok tilted his head, studying the younger man intently; Changkyun didn’t answer, he only grunted stubbornly. The small smile on Hoseok’s lips transformed into a smirk as he crawled over the bed to get off and saunter over to Changkyun, “Now I know you’re tense because you only get this stubborn when you’re tense, what’s got you like this?”

“Just a lot going on.” Changkyun’s brief, vague, reply made Hoseok roll his eyes.

“Well, that doesn’t tell me much. Do you need your shoulders rubbed or something? Want me to order room service?”

Changkyun frantically waved him off, “I’m trying to watch my show.”

The older man chuckled, “You don’t even know what ‘your show’ is. I have an idea that could maybe ease some of your stress.”

“Yeah, ok,” Changkyun mumbled sarcastically, eyes immediately widening when Hoseok slung his leg over him and cautiously sat in his lap, “What are you doing?” He whispered to the man perched on his thighs.

Smirk still present on his face, Hoseok leaned forward to brush his lips against the shell of Changkyun’s ear, “What does it look like I’m doing? I already told you, I’m trying to be a good hyung and relieve your stress.” He nipped at the younger man’s earlobe, urging a hushed moan to slip past his parted lips, “Any requests?” He asked before leaving a sloppy trail of kisses down the side of Changkyun’s neck.

His back arched at the sensation of Hoseok nibbling at a sensitive area under his ear, something he now wanted so desperately to do to him, “Let me mark you anywhere I want and as much as I want.”

He felt Hoseok smirk against his skin, “And what do you expect me to say to the makeup noonas when they’re trying to cover up your mess?”

Changkyun laughed airily, “It’s a beautiful mess, you’re not supposed cover up art.”

Hoseok scoffed, “I don’t think that’ll go over very well.” He bit at the younger man’s flesh especially hard prompting Changkyun to yelp out another moan and squirm under his weight, “Hmm, I see why you like biting so much. Such cute reactions.”

“Well, w-what am I going t-to - ahh! - say when they a-ask about, about my m-marks?” Changkyun stuttered out, already beginning to quiver with pleasure.

The older man hummed against his skin, “You’ll think of something.”

Instead of relinquishing control completely to Hoseok, Changkyun growled deeply and grabbed Hoseok’s hips sternly, “Okay, you’ve had your fun. It’s my turn now.” He successfully flipped them over so that Hoseok was underneath him and removed his own shirt before shimmying Hoseok’s up and off his muscular torso. Blindly throwing the articles of clothing over his shoulder, Changkyun was already breathless as he captured the older man’s lips in a heated, desperate kiss, Hoseok clung onto him in a hopeless effort to get even closer. “You’re like a cat, wanting so much attention, it’s cute,” Changkyun whispered, amusement evident in his hushed voice.

Hoseok stopped him suddenly, his mind wandered to you and what you would say; worry washed over his reddened face, “Should we actually be doing all this without her?”

Changkyun chuckled while gently pushing the hair out of the other man’s eyes, “Knowing her, she’d probably think it was ridiculously hot and be all for coupling up whenever we feel like it.”

“You’re probably right.” He smiled warmly, reaching up to Changkyun’s neck to pull him to his lips again.

The younger man hummed against his mouth, “We’ll have to skype her sometime so she can watch us. Would you like that? Knowing you’re on camera, would that make you hornier? Would it make you cum harder knowing someone was watching you?”

Hoseok’s back arched off the bed, his wanton moans muffled by their lips together, “Yes. Fuck yes. I’d cum so hard for you.”

Changkyun’s laugh turned carnal, “Maybe some other time. I want you all to myself right now, kitten.” His fingertips danced along Hoseok’s abs, teasing the sensitive skin at the waistband of his sweatpants as he sucked the older man’s tongue into his mouth, his thigh brushed over his hard, twitching cock. Hoseok whimpered and wound his fingers tighter in Changkyun’s waves; the younger man’s groan was muffled by their mouths sloppily moving together, too caught up in each other to care what kind of mess they were making.

He pulled away to nip at Hoseok’s jawline, bruising into the delicate skin the colors of lust covered cherry blossoms, lapping and kissing at the marks he left in his wake while slowly inching the waistband further down his hips to expose more perfect flesh, begging to be poisoned by his teeth. Hoseok squirmed under his grasp, whining at the lazy pace Changkyun was moving along his body, “Hurry, I want...you.” He breathed, yearning for much more than the younger man was currently giving him.

Changkyun, again, chuckled darkly, “So impatient, are we now, kitten? How about I make it so that you’re begging me to stop instead?”

Hoseok nodded eagerly, intently watching as he slid the material completely off, writhing once more as his aching cock was exposed to the over-air-conditioned atmosphere of the hotel room. Changkyun shoved the articles of clothing off the bed and grabbed one of Hoseok’s calves in each hand, pushing his legs back until his knees were almost resting on the bed next to his head. The older man let out a breathy moan when Changkyun crudely spit at his entrance and smiled slyly, “No lube. Guess this is the way it has to be.”

“Why wouldn’t you pack that? That seems pretty important…” Hoseok struggled to speak, given his compromised position.

Changkyun squeezed at the supple flesh of Hoseok’s ass cheeks, smirking against his skin, “Well, it’s not like I expected some horny idiot to jump me! Why didn’t you bring it?”

Hoseok only huffed in response, toes curling when Changkyun finally began to lap at his hole. “Fuck,” he shivered, white-knuckling the sheets at his sides. Changkyun began to gradually loosen Hoseok up. “You— Fuck!” The older man shouted as Changkyun prodded at his prostate with his middle finger while sucking one of his balls into his mouth, “Oh god��” Hoseok whimpered, “You haven’t even touched my dick yet and I already feel like I’m gonna cum. What are you doing to me?”

The older man again felt Changkyun grin against him, “I already told you, making you beg for me to stop.”

Changkyun slipped another finger in Hoseok’s tight hole, causing him to gasp and drop his head back against the mattress, “Shit…” Hoseok squirmed, reaching up to clutch at Changkyun’s arm.

“Want me to stop yet, kitten?”

Hoseok shook his head and tried to urge Changkyun’s arm to move faster, “No. More. I want more…” He whined desperately, “God, please, more!”

Changkyun’s grin widened, loving how weak he made Hoseok, how well he listened, how cute he was when he begged for him—he loved every minute, “Does that feel good?”

“Yes…” Hoseok breathed, groaning deep in his chest, toes curling again as he felt his high fast approaching, “Hah, gonna cum!”

The younger man hummed, pulling out his fingers and sitting back on his legs, ceasing all stimulation, and Hoseok whimpered helplessly. Changkyun gently laid his legs back onto the bed, caressing the muscular flesh of Hoseok’s thighs; the older man’s ragged breathing began to slow, prompting Changkyun to lean forward to take his weeping cock into his mouth, once again encouraging Hoseok’s close release. Deep-throating him, Changkyun clutched at his hips while Hoseok writhed in pleasure underneath his weight, “But...I...wait--Ahh, fuck I’m gonna cum!”

Hoseok bucked up into Changkyun’s mouth; tears pricked at the younger man’s eyes as he gagged around Hoseok’s thick cock, nails digging deeper into his skin. He pulled away just before Hoseok could release and the whine that came out of him was the definition of sinful. Changkyun caved in, throwing all thoughts of edging him further out the window, setting Hoseok’s dick against his tongue and pumping it a few times before the older man came in his mouth, whispered curses tumbling from his bruised lips as he stared into Changkyun’s eyes and emotional tears began to blur his own vision.

“Shit…” He whispered as Changkyun closed his mouth and smirked. A devilish look flashed in his eyes as he crawled up next to Hoseok, the older man sat up weakly. Changkyun chuckled smugly, taking a seat in Hoseok’s lap and clutching his face in his hands, Hoseok’s parted lips provided the perfect opportunity to kiss them with his own. Changkyun’s surprise of not swallowing caused the older man to groan strongly, cum beginning to ooze out around their mouths as they moved in synch. They kissed for what seemed like hours, savoring the bitter taste of Hoseok’s cum between their wild tongues and swollen lips.

Changkyun pulled away, cum dribbled down both of their chins, and he smiled cunningly when he noticed the beautifully fucked out expression on Hoseok’s face. Changkyun trailed his fingers over Hoseok’s jawline, swiping up some of the sticky white substance that had escaped with his thumb and had the older man suck it off blissfully.

“I think you’ve got one more for me, kitten.”

Hoseok was feeling much too euphoric to protest to cumming a second time so close together so he just smiled weakly.

“On your hands and knees, now.” Changkyun wiped his mouth and got up to watch as the older man obediently obliged, wiggling his ass slightly and scooting back closer to Changkyun’s waiting cock, “So eager for my dick, huh?” Hoseok looked over his shoulder and nodded, biting his lip, “And not even the slightest bit ashamed about it, are you, cockslut?”

“No…” Hoseok whimpered, grinding back against Changkyun’s dick, still hidden behind the fabric of his underwear. “I’m not ashamed— I need you.”

Changkyun hummed, “‘Need me’? ‘Need me’ for what?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

Cock twitching in its confines at Hoseok’s blatant request, Changkyun clutched at the soft skin of Hoseok’s ass, dipping down to leave as many marks as he could over the expanse of his ass cheeks before grinding his tongue against the older man’s quivering hole, re-moistening it in place of lube to take his dick.

Hoseok whined at the sensation, his own cock quickly growing harder and harder by the second; his fingers wound around fistfuls of the sheets, “Please, take me already!” He practically screamed into the mattress.

Changkyun chuckled against him, “As you wish?” He slipped out of his boxers and spit into his hand, coating his dick with his saliva and readying himself at Hoseok’s entrance; the older man gasped loudly as he was filled to the brim. Changkyun leaned forward to nip marks into the skin of Hoseok’s neck and shoulders as he adjusted to the size. Heart pounding as the slight bit of pain subsided, Hoseok urged Changkyun to move, his own hips instinctively bucking to meet the younger man’s thrusts.

“So… good… fuck…” Hoseok moaned in time with Changkyun’s thrusts.

“That’s it, kitten.” Changkyun straightened up, “Taking me so well.” He admired the way his cock disappeared past Hoseok’s tight ring while whiny moans passed his own lips. Getting overwhelmed at how hot he found it, Changkyun immediately yanked Hoseok up flush against his chest to pound into him at a new angle.

Hoseok dropped his head back onto Changkyun’s shoulder, eyes slipping closed as he reached up to grip at the back of his neck, savoring the intense sensation when Changkyun’s fingers trailed over his dick. Again craving release, Hoseok began to thrust into Changkyun’s hand, matching the younger man’s pace, both of them nearing their end.

“Fuck, kitten, make me cum…” Changkyun groaned into his ear, Hoseok’s panting breaths almost drowning out his voice as he clenched around his cock. Changkyun’s nails dug into the older man’s hip and he bit at Hoseok’s shoulder to keep his shouts and moans at bay, stilling inside him as he painted his walls with his hot seed.

Changkyun swiped his thumb over Hoseok’s slit and he whimpered in response, fingers tangling in Changkyun’s hair once more. With a few more pumps, Hoseok clutched Changkyun’s wrist, with a strangled moan passing his lips, he came, hard, for the second time that night.

The two of them stayed in that position long enough to catch their breaths, both of them groaning at the overstimulation when Changkyun pulled out.

“Well, I guess we’re sleeping in my bed tonight,” Hoseok chuckled as he looked at the cum-covered sheets below him.

“I’d say mine is pretty well fucked,” Changkyun snorted, Hoseok hit him for the stupid joke and both of them headed off to clean up before returning to the clean bed to sleep away their evident exhaustion.