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the soongyu dynamic can be perfectly summed up with their troublemaker bit in caratland ‘23 btw

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is it time… is it finally time for my jeonghan mommy kink fic

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the way he’s slutting it out i just can’t believe it

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we’ve just come so far as a society

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i feel so crazy that i wrote TWO

affirmations i am sane and well adjusted and normal

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affirmations i am sane and well adjusted and normal

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locking in to a new google doc NOW.

need him so bad it’s not even fucking funny what the fuck is this hand placement

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need him so bad it’s not even fucking funny what the fuck is this hand placement

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okayyyyy group suicide in 10

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now on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/55044643

head from a girl who got soongyu title from a hozier song

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head from a girl who got soongyu title from a hozier song

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okayy i hate finals week so if you have anything rotting in your head you can send them my way i may write them

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it’s over.

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just as you stand: some weird ass (hyung kink) soongyu (hoshi pov) for mingyu day.. happy birthday mingoo🫰praying for a celebratory 13 way for u tonight

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there isn’t any time. not for them to get their makeup touched up again after this, not for hoshi to take a piss really quick, and most definitely not for him to be on his knees sucking mingyu’s cock.  

it’s about minute two of their supposed outfit change but their outfits remain, well, unchanged, but hoshi is grateful for the thick leather pants he has on now, as he tries to focus on getting mingyu off instead of the dull pain in his knees. 

the younger had tugged on his sleeve as they walked off-stage, a whined “hyung” that hoshi would have conceded to no matter the request — a public secret. “i’m hard,” mingyu had said, a blush sitting high on his cheeks, running a frenzied hand through his hair. “could you-? please?” and so hoshi had made a quick excuse and promise to be back as fast as possible — both which probably didn’t fool anyone — and pulled him into some corner. he knelt down and had the thought that mingyu was panting kind of like a dog, and he filed this information elsewhere in his brain to reach for later. by the time his cock was out, thick and hard against his cheek, he was almost whimpering, hands trembling to keep them at his side. 

there’s no time. and so hoshi wraps his hand around him, jerking him off without rhyme or rhythm, hand forming a tight ring around him. 

“hyung,” mingyu says again — all this kid knows is to whine at his hyungs, really — “i want- want-”

hoshi doesn’t wait for him to finish his sentence before taking him to the hilt, the tip of mingyu’s cock hitting the back of his throat. there’s no technique here, either, and he hears mingyu hiss at teeth, scraping accidentally against skin. he mumbles an apology the best he can with his mouth stuffed full, and does his best to move his teeth out of the way. 

he’s also pretty sure that this spot isn’t the most discreet — but what’s done is done and he can’t bring himself to care when mingyu is panting like this, like he’s asking to be marked and collared beneath his clothes on-stage. and maybe he should next time, day two; he imagines marks, dark and implicating, all over mingyu’s inner thighs and wills himself to stop. he’d have to leave them everywhere in that case — he can never seem hold back when it comes to mingyu. he thinks about mingyu looking at himself in the mirror, skin marred by hoshi’s claim, his possession. mingyu would be embarrassed, proud and pleased but above all embarrassed as he tries to cover all of it up with long sleeves and long pants — thank god he would have the cold incheon weather as an excuse. and only hoshi would know, only hoshi would know in front of a stage of thirty thousand, not to mention the live broadcast to many more. 

but for now he focuses on mingyu — mingyu feeling good, mingyu whimpering hoshi’s name interspersed with breathy hyung’s; mingyu’s fists clenched tightly at his side when otherwise they would be tangled in hoshi’s hair, now styled to perfection for the concert. it isn’t long before mingyu is coming with a low groan, spurting in mouthfuls down hoshi’s throat. he sputters a little — the taste is familiar but it never gets any better. 

he’s just about to swallow the rest lingering in his mouth, on his tongue, wiping at the edges of his mouth lightly with the back of his hand. but just then mingyu leans down, meeting no resistance as he parts hoshi’s mouth and licks inside, as if searching for his own mark that he’s just left inside hoshi. it’s wet and messy, more than he would have liked, but he’s not about to say no, not when mingyu looks like this. 

hoshi attempts a protest, useless against the other’s insistent lips, mumbling as mingyu refuses to let up, pressing into him like he’s in some kind of trance. he’s leaning nearly his entire body weight onto hoshi, and it takes a hard shove for mingyu to stumble backwards, looking dazed. 

and hoshi has to remind himself that there’s no time, there’s no time, no matter how much he wants to keep mingyu like this forever — spent, but eager for more, always so eager for more. he takes one last look at the younger’s glossy eyes, full of something unspoken that hoshi’s not sure mingyu even knows is there. 

hoshi gets up abruptly, his back to mingyu. “quickly, mingyu.

there’s no time.”

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dont worry i will post for mingyu bday😊

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i think we as a society moved past this too quickly