himchan doesn't even complain about the outfit. or the makeup. or the smooth as girls' real hair wig. even the high heels are alright, goddammit but yongguk.
yongguk, he―
"stop staring!" himchan hisses with a highly pitched tone he's been mastering for a couple of week. he's chanmi now anyway.
yongguk clears his throat and looks away professionally, only to steal glances for the next hour.
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it goes like this;
once upon a time there are two top agents inside of south korea national spy organisation. obviously, they are the best rivals too. but since the head of their department has had enough of fellow spies' complains about them fighting like old married couple, the smiley man assigns them for a task infiltrating south korea's biggest heroine leader underground party. they only have to study how people exchange deals down there, and moon jongup also adds,
"don't go as two men, kim himchan-sshi might need to dress as a woman. from what we've heard, yoo youngjae admires androgynous people."
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although, really, himchan muses as he gulps down his tequila; if yoo youngjae likes androgynous people then i should've gone here as myself. and then in between his alcohol-clouded mind and yongguk's hand on his right hip, he curses a little bit too late, damn you moon jongup!
wait what.
"bang yong―!!"
"ssh ssh," yongguk is suddenly pressing their bodies flush, "i am lee tonight," he slurs, "remember, chanmi-yah?"
"get your hands off!" himchan is still shrieking, and any minute now somebody will see a man forcing his way to a lovely young woman in a gorgeous little black dress.
but no one needs to worry. that young woman is finally kissed tenderly by the man, and she melts into his arms in just a split second.
finally, any suspicious people at the club concerning over the young woman pretend not to see the two lovers drag each other to the nearest deserted place.
"i―" himchan gasps as yongguk presses the dip of his hip bones, "i hate you."
yongguk growls, pushing in even deeper, fucking himchan faster and rougher and himchan loves every single minute of it.
so the rumour of bang yongguk's godly skill in bed (or in a toilet cubicle, doesn't matter) is true.
"god, m-more―" himchan bites the side of yongguk's enormous neck to prevent a loud moan escaping. although the sound of skin slapping skin will tell anybody about their sweaty activity anyway.
yongguk complies without commenting, squeezing himchan's ass in the process. himchan mewls deep in his throat, tearing at yongguk's hair to urge him to go more brutal. he is so not walking tomorrow.
yongguk takes a deep breath for a moment before he adjusts his footing; bending his knees and allowing himchan's ass to swallow his throbbing cock even more before he thrusts up again and again and again an―
"FUCK!" himchan screams as his prostrate is finally hit dead on. he knocks his head to the wall, the dull pain only intensifying the pleasure and yongguk lick his popped out veins. himchan sobs.
"hmmm what was that?" yongguk rolls his hips, stopping. he's smirking against himchan's jawline. that bastard.
"fuckfuckfuck," himchan intelligently responds, eyes still closed.
"such a foul mouth you have, chanmi-yah," yongguk thrusts once. "hmmm?" he rolls his hips again. this is not enough.
"fuck you bang fucking yongguk," himchan bites yongguk's bottom lip mercilessly as his free hand flies to his purpling cock and he begins to stroke with undignified rhythm. yongguk groans as himchan clenches around him, and it's himchan's turn to grin. he moans as his toes curl inside the black wedges; the heels digging onto yongguk's waist, and he manages to roll down his own hips. yongguk takes the challenge and braces himself against the wall, letting himchan takes the lead. himchan isn't really satisfied but he has pride thank you very much so he just continues what he's doing―for what seems like forever―until finally yongguk grabs his bruised hips and himchan passes out after yongguk empties his seed inside of him and he joins his rival a split second later; staining the expensive little black dress belongs to his sister.
you shall read this in one of your classes. you shall.
yes i'm reading this in my class. world religion class where my teacher is playing some holy songs lol
♡♡♡♡♡♡ *throws you hearts* have i told u i love your smut? Well, let me tell you again. I fucking love your smuts. Nope, i'm not a pervert at all XD Himchan must be drop dead gorgeous in that short black dress that shows of his legs asdfghjkl// le drools Yongguk probably was undressing chanmi with his eyes :3
i love youuuuuuuuuuuu♡ for writing this! *does aegyo*
Nope, i'm not a pervert at all XD suuureee dude, suuuuureeeee. yeah yeah yeah i mean look at his flawless legs goddammit i can't. and wedges. if a girl rocks that shoes, she kills me. himchan? sends me to heaven, i think.
*accepts yer aegyo with a cringe then runs* thanks for the prompt too.
himchan doesn't even complain about the outfit. or the makeup. or the smooth as girls' real hair wig. even the high heels are alright, goddammit but yongguk.
yongguk, he―
"stop staring!" himchan hisses with a highly pitched tone he's been mastering for a couple of week. he's chanmi now anyway.
yongguk clears his throat and looks away professionally, only to steal glances for the next hour.
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it goes like this;
once upon a time there are two top agents inside of south korea national spy organisation. obviously, they are the best rivals too. but since the head of their department has had enough of fellow spies' complains about them fighting like old married couple, the smiley man assigns them for a task infiltrating south korea's biggest heroine leader underground party. they only have to study how people exchange deals down there, and moon jongup also adds,
"don't go as two men, kim himchan-sshi might need to dress as a woman. from what we've heard, yoo youngjae admires androgynous people."
▼ ▲
although, really, himchan muses as he gulps down his tequila; if yoo youngjae likes androgynous people then i should've gone here as myself. and then in between his alcohol-clouded mind and yongguk's hand on his right hip, he curses a little bit too late, damn you moon jongup!
wait what.
"bang yong―!!"
"ssh ssh," yongguk is suddenly pressing their bodies flush, "i am lee tonight," he slurs, "remember, chanmi-yah?"
"get your hands off!" himchan is still shrieking, and any minute now somebody will see a man forcing his way to a lovely young woman in a gorgeous little black dress.
but no one needs to worry. that young woman is finally kissed tenderly by the man, and she melts into his arms in just a split second.
finally, any suspicious people at the club concerning over the young woman pretend not to see the two lovers drag each other to the nearest deserted place.
that happens to be the men's restroom.
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"i―" himchan gasps as yongguk presses the dip of his hip bones, "i hate you."
yongguk growls, pushing in even deeper, fucking himchan faster and rougher and himchan loves every single minute of it.
so the rumour of bang yongguk's godly skill in bed (or in a toilet cubicle, doesn't matter) is true.
"god, m-more―" himchan bites the side of yongguk's enormous neck to prevent a loud moan escaping. although the sound of skin slapping skin will tell anybody about their sweaty activity anyway.
yongguk complies without commenting, squeezing himchan's ass in the process. himchan mewls deep in his throat, tearing at yongguk's hair to urge him to go more brutal. he is so not walking tomorrow.
yongguk takes a deep breath for a moment before he adjusts his footing; bending his knees and allowing himchan's ass to swallow his throbbing cock even more before he thrusts up again and again and again an―
"FUCK!" himchan screams as his prostrate is finally hit dead on. he knocks his head to the wall, the dull pain only intensifying the pleasure and yongguk lick his popped out veins. himchan sobs.
"hmmm what was that?" yongguk rolls his hips, stopping. he's smirking against himchan's jawline. that bastard.
"fuckfuckfuck," himchan intelligently responds, eyes still closed.
"such a foul mouth you have, chanmi-yah," yongguk thrusts once. "hmmm?" he rolls his hips again. this is not enough.
"fuck you bang fucking yongguk," himchan bites yongguk's bottom lip mercilessly as his free hand flies to his purpling cock and he begins to stroke with undignified rhythm. yongguk groans as himchan clenches around him, and it's himchan's turn to grin. he moans as his toes curl inside the black wedges; the heels digging onto yongguk's waist, and he manages to roll down his own hips. yongguk takes the challenge and braces himself against the wall, letting himchan takes the lead. himchan isn't really satisfied but he has pride thank you very much so he just continues what he's doing―for what seems like forever―until finally yongguk grabs his bruised hips and himchan passes out after yongguk empties his seed inside of him and he joins his rival a split second later; staining the expensive little black dress belongs to his sister.
you shall read this in one of your classes. you shall.
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♡♡♡♡♡♡ *throws you hearts*
have i told u i love your smut? Well, let me tell you again. I fucking love your smuts. Nope, i'm not a pervert at all XD
Himchan must be drop dead gorgeous in that short black dress that shows of his legs asdfghjkl// le drools
Yongguk probably was undressing chanmi with his eyes :3
i love youuuuuuuuuuuu♡ for writing this! *does aegyo*
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Nope, i'm not a pervert at all XD
suuureee dude, suuuuureeeee. yeah yeah yeah i mean look at his flawless legs goddammit i can't. and wedges. if a girl rocks that shoes, she kills me. himchan? sends me to heaven, i think.
*accepts yer aegyo with a cringe then runs* thanks for the prompt too.
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Shoudl not be reading this at work...such a bad kid but that was hot.
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thanks for reading yo.
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