1. Yunho (1/3)
author: mmmsmellll
pairing: min/chun, min/ho
genre: smut, romance
rating: r
Disclaimer: don't own them
Summary:Changmin's obsession makes me a bit crazy.
AN: CHARACTER DEATH
Changmin isn’t sure what the argument is about but apparently it’s his fault and he tries to get Yoochun to stay, to understand that Changmin needs him, that he’ll go crazy without Yoochun. But still Yoochun leaves, with no hesitation.
For a few days, Changmin doesn’t. He sits in the same chair, waiting when he suddenly snaps, grabbing his keys and slipping out the house.
Yunho thinks he should’ve seen it coming, but Changmin just looked so tasty, so fucking tasty. His kiss was hot and he tasted just so sweet, so fucking bittersweet. Still, Yunho wouldn’t have dubbed him as a psycho, not with how the man held him close, so fucking close.
Changmin’s just as rough as he seems, almost punching in the walls before he shoves Yunho against the bed. Their lips meet in rushed hard kisses before Changmin steps back but not before pulling Yunho closer, fingers tight around his neck. It’s hot, it’s all so fucking hot and Yunho only begins to freak out because his sight is starting to darken; he’s getting dizzy, hazy but Changmin just tightens his grip. Yunho wants to hit him, goes to but Changmin forces their lips together, stealing his breath.
That’s the last thing Yunho will ever feel.
The knocks are loud and strong. Yoochun doesn’t have to be told that it’s Changmin. He opens the door with a glare but the other man looks desperate and heart broken, wringing his hands together. Changmin wets his lips when he sees Yoochun’s opened the door. He immediately pushes open the door, pulling Yoochun into his arms.
“Please,” he begs, nuzzling the man. “Please, I’ve forgotten how to sleep if you’re not beside me.”
Yoochun’s eyes soften because he’s not that tough anyways, he pulls Changmin closer. “Okay.”
Once they get home, Changmin pushes Yoochun against the wall, nuzzling his neck, nipping at it, other hand cupping his cheek, his thumb rubbing circles into his skin. Yoochun moans, head thrown back, Changmin picks him up, and Yoochun’s legs wrap around him, tightly as he reaches between to cup Changmin’s cock, massaging it.
Changmin growls, pressing their lips together as he pulls Yoochun’s jeans low enough but he doesn’t waste any time with teasing, instead sinking right into Yoochun. The smaller man whimpers, fingers digging into Changmin’s shoulders; Changmin kisses at his face, nipping at his ears before attaching to his neck, sucking hard until Yoochun’s trembling, hips rolling. Changmin growls, pushing him against the wall, hips snapping up hard.
Yoochun’s head snaps up and Changmin’s eyes roll at his smooth neck. He traces Yoochun’s adam’s apple with his excited fingers, hips never stopping; for a moment, Changmin thinks of the dreams of Yoochun breathless, literally breathless when fingers curl around his, a moan snapping him out of his reverie.
“CH-Chang-Changmin-ah, please!”
Changmin stops moving, confused by his own thoughts when fingers fist his sleeves and pull him closer until lips are pressing against his.
Yoochun whimpers. “C-Changmin, please.”
That’s all it takes for Changmin to remember that this is his baby and he fucks him even harder.
Changmin wakes up to Yoochun staring at him, straddling him against the bed. he smiles, leaning down to kiss him and Changmin’s arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. Yoochun sighs, happily, tucking himself under Changmin’s chin. They stay like that for a while.
“You have work.” Changmin mumbles but Yoochun shakes his head, leaning up to stare at his lover. “I’m off today.”
Changmin grins, kissing him. “Let’s go out.”
It’s when they’ve taken a break for lunch they hear about the dead prostitute named Yunho. Yoochun sighs. “It’s sad because you know, they’re people too.”
Changmin nods. “They are.” He says in a low voice before he points at the menu. “Do you know what you want?”
Yoochun grins, nodding and they swiftly forget about Yunho.
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pairing: min/chun, min/ho
genre: smut, romance
rating: r
Disclaimer: don't own them
Summary:Changmin's obsession makes me a bit crazy.
AN: CHARACTER DEATH
Changmin isn’t sure what the argument is about but apparently it’s his fault and he tries to get Yoochun to stay, to understand that Changmin needs him, that he’ll go crazy without Yoochun. But still Yoochun leaves, with no hesitation.
For a few days, Changmin doesn’t. He sits in the same chair, waiting when he suddenly snaps, grabbing his keys and slipping out the house.
Yunho thinks he should’ve seen it coming, but Changmin just looked so tasty, so fucking tasty. His kiss was hot and he tasted just so sweet, so fucking bittersweet. Still, Yunho wouldn’t have dubbed him as a psycho, not with how the man held him close, so fucking close.
Changmin’s just as rough as he seems, almost punching in the walls before he shoves Yunho against the bed. Their lips meet in rushed hard kisses before Changmin steps back but not before pulling Yunho closer, fingers tight around his neck. It’s hot, it’s all so fucking hot and Yunho only begins to freak out because his sight is starting to darken; he’s getting dizzy, hazy but Changmin just tightens his grip. Yunho wants to hit him, goes to but Changmin forces their lips together, stealing his breath.
That’s the last thing Yunho will ever feel.
The knocks are loud and strong. Yoochun doesn’t have to be told that it’s Changmin. He opens the door with a glare but the other man looks desperate and heart broken, wringing his hands together. Changmin wets his lips when he sees Yoochun’s opened the door. He immediately pushes open the door, pulling Yoochun into his arms.
“Please,” he begs, nuzzling the man. “Please, I’ve forgotten how to sleep if you’re not beside me.”
Yoochun’s eyes soften because he’s not that tough anyways, he pulls Changmin closer. “Okay.”
Once they get home, Changmin pushes Yoochun against the wall, nuzzling his neck, nipping at it, other hand cupping his cheek, his thumb rubbing circles into his skin. Yoochun moans, head thrown back, Changmin picks him up, and Yoochun’s legs wrap around him, tightly as he reaches between to cup Changmin’s cock, massaging it.
Changmin growls, pressing their lips together as he pulls Yoochun’s jeans low enough but he doesn’t waste any time with teasing, instead sinking right into Yoochun. The smaller man whimpers, fingers digging into Changmin’s shoulders; Changmin kisses at his face, nipping at his ears before attaching to his neck, sucking hard until Yoochun’s trembling, hips rolling. Changmin growls, pushing him against the wall, hips snapping up hard.
Yoochun’s head snaps up and Changmin’s eyes roll at his smooth neck. He traces Yoochun’s adam’s apple with his excited fingers, hips never stopping; for a moment, Changmin thinks of the dreams of Yoochun breathless, literally breathless when fingers curl around his, a moan snapping him out of his reverie.
“CH-Chang-Changmin-ah, please!”
Changmin stops moving, confused by his own thoughts when fingers fist his sleeves and pull him closer until lips are pressing against his.
Yoochun whimpers. “C-Changmin, please.”
That’s all it takes for Changmin to remember that this is his baby and he fucks him even harder.
Changmin wakes up to Yoochun staring at him, straddling him against the bed. he smiles, leaning down to kiss him and Changmin’s arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. Yoochun sighs, happily, tucking himself under Changmin’s chin. They stay like that for a while.
“You have work.” Changmin mumbles but Yoochun shakes his head, leaning up to stare at his lover. “I’m off today.”
Changmin grins, kissing him. “Let’s go out.”
It’s when they’ve taken a break for lunch they hear about the dead prostitute named Yunho. Yoochun sighs. “It’s sad because you know, they’re people too.”
Changmin nods. “They are.” He says in a low voice before he points at the menu. “Do you know what you want?”
Yoochun grins, nodding and they swiftly forget about Yunho.
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