Ship/Member: Seungkwan/Junhui Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: explicit sexual content, on/off relationship, fwb, jun is a gemini and seungkwan hates it, junhui's big dick, humor Permission to remix: Yes I think I'm gunning for rarest pair with this one.
Needed to write something fun before bed. ***
Seungkwan fucks Wen Junhui before even knowing his name. Mistake number one.
Seungkwan then proceeds to brag about the extremely tall and hot guy he fucked during the weekend to Jeonghan, pretending to be coy by hiding his face behind his hand, masking a grin that splits his face into two. Mistake number two.
Mistake number three comes, as most of the headaches that perturb Seungkwan’s life, in the form of one Lee Chan, pain-in-the-ass extraordinaire.
“There’s a new dance instructor,” Chan says around a mouthful of ramyeon, disgusting as ever. “He’s so hot.”
“Your boyfriend is sitting right here,” Seungkwan points out, chopsticks aiming at an unbothered Hansol.
“He doesn’t mind,” Chan says, at the same time as Hansol announces: “I don’t mind, he is really hot. It’s a fact.”
“See?”
Seungkwan can’t help but raise his eyebrows at them, already concerned with the aftermath of whatever Chan is about to say.
“I can set you up on a date with him,” Chan says, and Seungkwan has to physically stop himself from wrapping his hands around his neck by sinking his nails into his palms.
“I don’t need your help to get laid, thank you very much.”
“Oh, c’mon,” Chan whines, while Hansol hides a smile inside his glass. Seungkwan’s temples throb. “When was the last time you even saw a dick that wasn’t yours? Porn doesn’t count, and neither does the men’s bathroom.”
“Stop right there, stop. First, it is none of your business.” Seungkwan puffs his chest out. “And second, on Saturday.”
“Oh, yes?” Chan taunts, snarling. “What’s his name, then?”
Problem is, Seungkwan never asked for it. The man left in the heart of darkness, expensive cologne lingering in Seungkwan’s sheets the morning after, not a trace left behind aside from the hickeys up Seungkwan’s collarbone.
He flounders, and Chan takes that moment of weakness and spuns it in the perfect way to rope him into a blind date that he never asked for.
Wen Junhui, handsome, tall, a fucking god, in Chan’s eloquent words.
Turns out Chan is right.
Seungwkan would have said: Wen Junhui, handsome, tall, and with a big dick, if asked after the night they spent together, but well. He didn’t have the name at the time.
Their first greeting is awkward -
“You’re Chan’s friend?” Junhui asks, a small cat-like smile on his mouth, pretty freckles over his upper lip.
“You’re his coworker?”
They both laugh. They don’t even finish their dinner before they’re back in Seungkwan’s bed, Seungkwan’s mouth around Junhui’s big dick that he dreamt of for days, even fantasized about.
Reality is better than dreams, it turns out. -
After that, it’s hell.
Seungkwan knew it, he knew that there must have been something profoundly wrong with Wen Junhui when he first met him. No man is so sexy, and good in bed, and funny, without having a fundamental single flaw.
Junhui’s flaw is that he is a fucking Gemini.
A ghoster.
He forgets to text back. He forgets dick appointments and forgets dinners, if he could he’d forget his own damn name.
Seungkwan swears him off a dozen times -
“I won’t pick up, if he calls again!” He bellows to Jeonghan, watching as his best friend curls an eyebrow in disbelief.
“You said it was the best sex you ever had.”
“He meowed at me yesterday,” Seungkwan cries out, hands up in the air in surrender. “I can’t do this anymore!” -
And then he goes back to replying, because, well. He’s weak. A weak man with a weak body made of weak meat.
And Junhui is oh-so-sexy. It’s unbelievable.
Just as unbelievable is the way he appears out of thin air whenever Seungkwan promises himself that he won’t go home with him, this time around. He appears like a ghost, an apparition, an infestation. A hot poltergeist. One that has Seungkwan drooling on his sheets as he pounds him from behind.
Seungkwan doesn’t fall in love. He’s smarter than that. He doesn’t fall in love with men just because they’re hot and kind and sweet and adorably dorky in ways that make him want to punch a hole through the wall every time they video call their cats back home, in China.
Seungkwan doesn’t fall in love, because falling in love means having to deal with the flakiness, with the way Junhui disappears for days and then shows up like nothing ever happened.
“You missed me?” Junhui coos, when Seungkwan all but attacks him as they enter his condo and he’s yanking the clothes off his skin.
“I missed your dick,” he lies, because ew, he’s not in love. He can’t be.
Junhui lets him fuck him, hands tied to the headboard of Seungkwan’s bed, eyes squeezed shut and the long column of his neck exposed for Seungkwan to feast on. Junhui lets him sit on his perfect face, on that stupid, beautiful nose that Seungkwan feels the need to bite, at times. Junhui lets him kiss him even, affectionate, morbidly sweet.
Seungkwan doesn’t fall in love, but damn. Damn, he gets so close.
[FILL]: fucking geminis
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: explicit sexual content, on/off relationship, fwb, jun is a gemini and seungkwan hates it, junhui's big dick, humor
Permission to remix: Yes
I think I'm gunning for rarest pair with this one.
Needed to write something fun before bed.
***
Seungkwan fucks Wen Junhui before even knowing his name. Mistake number one.
Seungkwan then proceeds to brag about the extremely tall and hot guy he fucked during the weekend to Jeonghan, pretending to be coy by hiding his face behind his hand, masking a grin that splits his face into two. Mistake number two.
Mistake number three comes, as most of the headaches that perturb Seungkwan’s life, in the form of one Lee Chan, pain-in-the-ass extraordinaire.
“There’s a new dance instructor,” Chan says around a mouthful of ramyeon, disgusting as ever. “He’s so hot.”
“Your boyfriend is sitting right here,” Seungkwan points out, chopsticks aiming at an unbothered Hansol.
“He doesn’t mind,” Chan says, at the same time as Hansol announces: “I don’t mind, he is really hot. It’s a fact.”
“See?”
Seungkwan can’t help but raise his eyebrows at them, already concerned with the aftermath of whatever Chan is about to say.
“I can set you up on a date with him,” Chan says, and Seungkwan has to physically stop himself from wrapping his hands around his neck by sinking his nails into his palms.
“I don’t need your help to get laid, thank you very much.”
“Oh, c’mon,” Chan whines, while Hansol hides a smile inside his glass. Seungkwan’s temples throb. “When was the last time you even saw a dick that wasn’t yours? Porn doesn’t count, and neither does the men’s bathroom.”
“Stop right there, stop. First, it is none of your business.” Seungkwan puffs his chest out. “And second, on Saturday.”
“Oh, yes?” Chan taunts, snarling. “What’s his name, then?”
Problem is, Seungkwan never asked for it. The man left in the heart of darkness, expensive cologne lingering in Seungkwan’s sheets the morning after, not a trace left behind aside from the hickeys up Seungkwan’s collarbone.
He flounders, and Chan takes that moment of weakness and spuns it in the perfect way to rope him into a blind date that he never asked for.
Wen Junhui, handsome, tall, a fucking god, in Chan’s eloquent words.
Turns out Chan is right.
Seungwkan would have said: Wen Junhui, handsome, tall, and with a big dick, if asked after the night they spent together, but well. He didn’t have the name at the time.
Their first greeting is awkward -
“You’re Chan’s friend?” Junhui asks, a small cat-like smile on his mouth, pretty freckles over his upper lip.
“You’re his coworker?”
They both laugh. They don’t even finish their dinner before they’re back in Seungkwan’s bed, Seungkwan’s mouth around Junhui’s big dick that he dreamt of for days, even fantasized about.
Reality is better than dreams, it turns out. -
After that, it’s hell.
Seungkwan knew it, he knew that there must have been something profoundly wrong with Wen Junhui when he first met him. No man is so sexy, and good in bed, and funny, without having a fundamental single flaw.
Junhui’s flaw is that he is a fucking Gemini.
A ghoster.
He forgets to text back. He forgets dick appointments and forgets dinners, if he could he’d forget his own damn name.
Seungkwan swears him off a dozen times -
“I won’t pick up, if he calls again!” He bellows to Jeonghan, watching as his best friend curls an eyebrow in disbelief.
“You said it was the best sex you ever had.”
“He meowed at me yesterday,” Seungkwan cries out, hands up in the air in surrender. “I can’t do this anymore!” -
And then he goes back to replying, because, well. He’s weak. A weak man with a weak body made of weak meat.
And Junhui is oh-so-sexy. It’s unbelievable.
Just as unbelievable is the way he appears out of thin air whenever Seungkwan promises himself that he won’t go home with him, this time around. He appears like a ghost, an apparition, an infestation. A hot poltergeist. One that has Seungkwan drooling on his sheets as he pounds him from behind.
Seungkwan doesn’t fall in love. He’s smarter than that. He doesn’t fall in love with men just because they’re hot and kind and sweet and adorably dorky in ways that make him want to punch a hole through the wall every time they video call their cats back home, in China.
Seungkwan doesn’t fall in love, because falling in love means having to deal with the flakiness, with the way Junhui disappears for days and then shows up like nothing ever happened.
“You missed me?” Junhui coos, when Seungkwan all but attacks him as they enter his condo and he’s yanking the clothes off his skin.
“I missed your dick,” he lies, because ew, he’s not in love. He can’t be.
Junhui lets him fuck him, hands tied to the headboard of Seungkwan’s bed, eyes squeezed shut and the long column of his neck exposed for Seungkwan to feast on. Junhui lets him sit on his perfect face, on that stupid, beautiful nose that Seungkwan feels the need to bite, at times. Junhui lets him kiss him even, affectionate, morbidly sweet.
Seungkwan doesn’t fall in love, but damn. Damn, he gets so close.