exomeme | part two hundred and twenty one

of which team tho?

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so this is why everyone says the last 2 minutes of a basketball game are the most important

lol irl anon

i dont understand

like what?

like got7?

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Chanyeol wakes up a few hours later, still hard and frantic. The knot has gone down enough for him to slip out with a wet pop. A trail of come pulses out of Kyungsoo, oozing over the swell of his ass which is warm and red from hard impact with Chanyeol’s hips over and over again. There will be bruises all over Kyungsoo’s back as early as morning and Chanyeol presses a hand against it, watching with a sick sense of accomplishment as his hand print goes white and Kyungsoo shifts in discomfort.

“Are you crazy?” Kyungsoo croaks and it’s mortifying how awful he sounds. The sandpaper in his throat chafes its way down to his stomach, sending waves of pain through him. Chanyeol however seems to like it, sliding his hands eagerly back around Kyungsoo like he hasn’t spent all night touching him already.

He shoves Kyungsoo, half-conscious and fucked out of his senses, up to his knees and everything burns. His lower body feels like it’s been beaten with a blender and his arms feel weak, nearly helpless as Chanyeol pushes him into position with his ass in the air, leaking and waiting to be filled again.

“God,” Chanyeol gasps, brushing the head of his dick back into Kyungsoo’s fucked out ass. The stretch of it burns all over again, but all Kyungsoo can do is groan as Chanyeol holds him open in both hands and the slick trail of come continues to dribble onto the sheets below.

“That’s disgusting,” Kyungsoo whispers, voice too raw to form a sound and Chanyeol leans down to nuzzle into his shoulder, grunting as he mounts Kyungsoo again and again.

*

Sunlight hits Kyungsoo’s senses before the pain does, but they both do their equal job of waking him up. He shifts gingerly to his side and comes face to face with a still snoozing Chanyeol. From this angle, Chanyeol’s fangs are slightly visible inside his wide-open mouth and Kyungsoo wonders how easy it would be for him to murder Chanyeol for the expanse of bitemarks across his shoulder and neck.

He doesn’t of course, but the thought itself is nice enough for Kyungsoo to feel a bit more at ease. He shifts, trying to collect what functional body parts he has left when the motion startles Chanyeol awake.

“What’s going on?” he mumbles sleepily, drool slipping down his chin. Kyungsoo takes one look at him, and hates how utterly fond he feels at the moment.

“Aren’t you ever afraid that I’ll eat you?” Kyungsoo asks. It’s far too early in the morning for any serious conversation, and Chanyeol accordingly takes it as a joke.

“Did you suddenly develop a taste for wolf or are you just craving more?” Chanyeol asks, nuzzling into Kyungsoo’s neck. His breath is warm and suggestive, ghosting over Kyungsoo’s pulse point. Kyungsoo pulls back, body entirely too sore for another round anytime soon. He twists his head the other direction, a mistake because the minute he bares his throat, Chanyeol latches on. His eyes snap open instantly as he nips at Kyungsoo’s neck, teeth teasing into skin just beside his nape.

“Stop it,” Kyungsoo says and he can feel Chanyeol’s lips drawn back into a snarl before he pulls away. Chanyeol gives him a reproachful gaze, eyes brown and apologetic.

“Do you want me to hunt for you?” he offers instead and Kyungsoo shakes his head. He’s still so full, belly stretch from taking so much of Chanyeol’s come. There won’t be a child, but the way Chanyeol continually runs his hands over Kyungsoo’s slightly swollen stomach makes him wish that there was- that there even could be.

The thought makes him twist uncomfortably under Chanyeol who immediately perks up.

“Am I crushing you?” he asks groggily. His voice is still raw from last night, but the gravel in it makes Kyungsoo want to fuck all over again. God he wants it so badly.

His body decides against it though and he disentangles himself from Chanyeol’s weight, wobbling to his feet. The first step hurts, shooting pain all the way up to Kyungsoo’s spine.

“I’m gonna get some water,” he croaks and makes an effort to pat his hair down back to normalcy. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Chanyeol gazing at him adoringly. He gets up from the bed as well, not nearly as sore as Kyungsoo and follows him to the kitchen like an overgrown puppy.

Kyungsoo knocks back a painkiller with a glass of water and groans. His neck hurts too from being held down for so long and he does his best to convey his pain over to Chanyeol.

“I’m going to eat you someday,” he threatens tonelessly to which Chanyeol scoffs in reply. Kyungsoo doesn’t even flinch when Chanyeol wraps his arms around his waist, sneaking up on him from behind.

“I’d eat you first and you know it,” Chanyeol says fondly, like some cheesy romance hero. His breath tickles the back of Kyungsoo’s neck, sending warmth across Kyungsoo’s body for reasons he can’t explain.

Kyungsoo pulls a drawer open wordlessly and draws a blade out. Chanyeol in turn looks almost flustered like this is as romantic a gesture Chanyeol has ever received from him. On second thought, it might as well be the closest thing to a sappy confession from Kyungsoo at the rate they’re going.

“You’re gonna need more silver than that,” Chanyeol yawns as he corners Kyungsoo against the cabinets with two quick strides. The blade meets his lips as Chanyeol leans forward with just enough pressure to press but not cut.

“Don’t even think about kissing me before I brush my teeth,” Kyungsoo grumbles and Chanyeol has enough gall to laugh before snatching the blade out of his hand with his teeth and biting through it with a crunch.

It’s pretty badass for a second before Chanyeol spits out the broken blade out onto the floor, cursing. Blood gushes out of his mouth, a beautiful macabre red dripping down to the spotless tiles below. The cuts are probably already healed, but Kyungsoo can see where the shard scraped the corner of his mouth as Chanyeol turns to him sheepishly.

There’s blood on his lips (in his mouth, in his heart) and Kyungsoo leans forwards without thinking, savoring in the sweet, sweet coppery tang.

yes lol anything can happen

who's friends with who, who's making this etc

even in football everyone's at the edge of their seats the last 2 mins

theme: erotica, wherein suho likes getting slapped by luhan during sex i d e k
1268 w, not counting the author's notes i left myself

sorry it's unfinished and sketchy u_u

Bzzz.

“Yes, Kyungsoo?”

“Sir, Lu Han, is here to see you. I think he brought you lunch.”

Joonmyun doesn’t press the button to send a reply. Instead he scurries over to his frosted glass door, pulling the blazer of his suit on before swinging it open.

Lu Han and Kyungsoo both looked up simultaneously, but Joonmyun could only see Lu han’s sparkling eyes crinkling innocently into a smile as he lifts the ice bucket nearly over his head proudly.

“I cooked!”

“Kyungsoo, I’m taking my lunch break. You should take yours too,” Joonmyun said offhandedly, focused on shepherding his boyfriend into his office quietly.

“Thank yo-”

Thunk.

Kyungsoo just rolled his eyes, locking down his computer to get ready for lunch.

--

“Oh, so formal,” Lu Han sing songed, playing with the lapels of Joonmyun’s suit as he presses their bodies together. Joonmyun felt the dips and swells of Lu Han’s thighs through the fabric of his slacks. He tried to distract himself to delay the heat creeping up his neck. Placing a hand on either side of Lu han’s biceps, a politely distant location, he forcec a bit of distance between them before planting a peck on Lu Han’s cheek.

“Nice to see you too. Dad always said to never let your employees see you without a full suit.”

“Do you really think,” Lu Han smirked, reeling Joonmyun back in by his tie, “that I attempted to cook, got all dressed up, and came all the way here to talk about your dad?”

Lu Han straightened out his back, jutting his hips forward slightly so they’re the first thing that Joonmyun comes into contact with. Joonmyun accepts all of Lu Han’s kisses compliantly, even at the awkward angle his head is tilted because Lu Han is on his tiptoes trying to hover over Joonmyun.

[something about lu’s dom posturing and attitude change]

“Lu Han…” he sputtered hesitantly, the back of his thighs sliding against his desk as Lu Han continued leading them towards the plush leather swivel chair. “Lu Han, I can’t.”

“That’s not what you said last week when you fucked me over your desk,” Lu Han smirked, giving the final push to Joonmyun’s chest so he topples into his chair. He promptly takes a seat on Joonmyun’s knees.

“Yeah but.. hehehe…” Joonmyun broke into giggles as he continued engaging in a losing battle at keeping Lu Han’s cold hands from furiously untucking his shirt. “That was after hours, and no one was here… hehe… People are going to be coming back from lunch soon.”

Lu Han’s lips brushed against the casing of his ear. “I promise I’ll be quiet, boss.”

The offer was tempting but Joonmyun’s sense of propriety won over as he mustered up a bit of anger to handcuff Lu Han’s wrists to his side.

He finally commanded with a hint of aggravation, “Lu Han, stop. I said no.”

Lu Han didn’t continue playing along, didn’t whimper in submission or keep trying to dig his way into Joonmyun’s pants flirtaciously. Joonmyun couldn’t find the resolve he displayed just moments ago to tear his eyes away from Lu Han’s eyes filled with contempt and annoyance.

“Okay fine.” Lu Han spat out the words coldly, hopping off Joonmyun’s lap.

Joonmyun had never been good at dealing with sulkiness. He stood awkwardly, smoothing out the newly-formed wrinkles in his shirt, as he watcheed Lu Han straighten out his clothes in the full length mirror by his door.

“Come on. Don’t be like this…” he muttered weakly reaching for Lu Han’s hand.

Lu Han doesn’t turn around and curtly states, “Enjoy the lunch. I’ll see you later.”

Joonmyun watched helplessly as his door silently swings closed behind Lu Han. He plopped down into his work chair and slouched as it slowly completes two lifeless rotations. After a long prolonged groan, he planted his feet under his desk, straightened his posture, and flipped open the top of the lunch box that Lu Han brought.

The first thing he saw was a small plastic sandwich bag full of water and ice. Confused, he pushes it aside to reveal another sandwich bag - this time filled with an actual sandwich. He smiles as he carefully extracts it from its plastic wrapping and peels apart the bread to examine the contents. On one side, he sees a leaf of lettuce with what appears to be mayonaise smeared over it. On the other, was a round mass of shredded grey matter. Upon sniffing and poking, Joonmyun deduced it was shredded chicken breast from a can. He snickered to himself.

“‘Attempted to cook’, huh?”

He pieced the sandwich back together and tried to fit it back neatly into the wrapper, when noticed tucked under the pack of wet napkins was a cannister of lube the size of his foot, rolling in a blanket of loose condom packets.

Joonmyun burst into a fit of laughter and kept breaking into amused grins sporadically throughout his lunch (which he bought from the building cafeteria).

--

“Oh, it’s you,” Lu Han’s voice dripped of exaggerated disappointment. Joonmyun tried to keep the smile from forming on his lips. He knows he shouldn’t, but Lu Han’s attempts at push-and-pull were always endearingly cute and transparent.

[rich luhan backstory - liking suho buying him expensive things, even though he can buy them himself, because it’s a form of security and possession]

[idk some kind of foreplay?? what even is the natural precursor to getting slapped to completion?]

“Do it, Lu Han.”

“You want me to?”

“Y-yes, please. Now.”

Before Joonmyun could register Lu Han recoiling his hand, he felt a sharp sting on his left cheek. The reverberations sent a shock through his whole body from the inside out.

“Harder, Lu Han.”

Lu Han took a long backswing of his arm along with a slight twist in his waist. The meat of his palm along with his the insides of his first knuckles connected with Joonmyun’s cheekbone with the force of Lu Han’s entire upper body.

Joonmyun let out a pained groan. His skin throbbed. Blood rushed to the site of injury in a rush of automated bodily panic. Each capillary engorged and throbbing with loving blood.

“Don’t stop,” he panted out.

Every nerve was awake, and with each subsequent slap, he could feel the chorus of neurons screaming out in panic and fear. Every cell, every layer of his body stepping towards hyperawareness with each thwack. The thick and wet slide of flesh around his member, the rhythmic thud of Lu Han’s cock beating against his gut, the fingers gripping at the base of his neck, the thumb digging murderously into the dip just below his adam’s apple. Every sensation more intense than it was the previous second.

Lu Han loomed large and tall over him. His small face and small pointed features highlighted by the dim lighting of the bedroom. His large doe eyes shone fiercely with anger. Everything about the contrast between Lu Han’s delicate beauty and his domineering attitude drove Joonmyun crazy.

“God, you’re pretty,” he confessed, despite (because) his knowing that the words would inflame Lu Han’s rage.

“Shut the fuck up,” Lu Han spat out before his left fingers whipped across his cheek and nose.

--

Lu Han floated his fingers over the flaming hot and slightly swollen left cheek, in a balance between wanting to massage the injury and knowing that contact would only add to the discomfort. He blew a stream of slow, cool air into Joonmyun’s face.

“You know, the first time you asked me to do this, I thought you were really weird,” Lu Han admitted happily, his eyes not leaving Joonmyun’s cheek. He placed the cool towel back down on the skin.

“I know. You’ve told me this many, many times.”

“But I’m really happy I met you.”

“I know that too.”

in the true spirit of wcau this is spain vs netherlands

lmao

da same lol

da drag them out in the open so they'll stop

if only brazil did this against germany

omg yes

chanon has literally never been sportsmanlike idk why people are surprised

what would football be without dramas ty for living up to actual wc anons

da ah i see now

omgggg

ngl i was against team chen but this is gold gj

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