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what are we going to do, baby?
the usual suspectsMajor Tags: horror? but it doesn't have to be
Additional Tags: codependency, a match made in hell, doomed love
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
- yves olade, bloodsport
[FILL] i can't get you off my mind (i can't get you off in general)
Major Tags: Minor Character Death
Additional Tags: *Laid AU; mild sexual content; using each other <3; i kill mingyu again. sorry dude
Permission to remix: Yes
*spoilerish for the TV show Laid which centers a woman who must come to terms with her complicated past after a string of her exes start dying off. In the order she'd slept with them. Please watch it.
***
Seungkwan's feet lead him to Soonyoung's apartment, because, in the end, all roads lead here. He answers the door with one hand in a cereal box, slack-jawed, which almost makes him turn on his heel and head home, but home is where Jeonghan is sulking on the couch, and he doesn't really want to deal with any of that.
Scene: Soonyoung takes a minute to reboot before he finally melts into the kiss, guiding Seungkwan’s hands to his middle, to the soft skin underneath his rucked up shirt. Ugh. Who has abs like this? (....most of Seungkwan’s now-dead exes, but that’s neither here nor there.)
The box of dry cereal hits the floor. Cheerios everywhere, crunching under their feet as Seungkwan pushes him inside of the apartment and onto the couch.
Everything is as Seungkwan remembers it. He’d been here just 12 hours prior, after all, and when he drags a hand over the front of Soonyoung’s sweatpants, he can tell that he still isn’t wearing any underwear.
Maybe there is a god, and maybe she is merciful after all.
Of course, this is what got them into this mess in the first place: that little broken-off sound that Soonyoung makes when Seungkwan sinks his teeth into his shoulder—payback for Soonyoung introducing him to being bitten during sex in the first place, primal freak—and how excitement sparks like a little flame at the power.
How sex is choreography, every scene from vanilla to depraved is blocked in ways that teach you about the person you’re with. What are they like? How much are they willing to give?
Of all of his exes, Seungkwan will give Soonyoung this: he is a giver. Of all of his exes, he’s glad that the curse seemed to have skipped him over. He’s taking the situation in strides. He’s given himself a hard reset, which is inspiring. Wingmanning being a death doula with whimsy, despite the fact that Seungkwan often feels like he’s unraveling.
He misses when sex wasn’t tied to death, and with Soonyoung, he can at least try to forget.
When they pull apart, the slack-jawed expression has been replaced with a more lustful one, tongue tracking across his bottom lip. He stares up at the hand that Seungkwan had managed to pin to the back rest.
"Now?" Soonyoung asks, breathless. His shirt is pulled up and resting under his chin. Seungkwan traces a path with the tip of his nose, down.
"Yes now," he says, urgent, hot, dropping small kisses on his descent. "Kim Mingyu just died—"
"The actor?"
Soonyoung shoots upright and nearly knocks Seungkwan off-balance. He drops onto Soonyoung’s knees, ignoring his wince. Serves him right.
"Don't interrupt me,” he pouts, kneeing forward until they’re chest to chest again. “Yes, the actor, and he was horrible in bed by the way—"
"Seungkwan, when did you sleep with an actor—”
“—and we had mutual friends, and I’m distraught and need someone to touch my dick.”
Soonyoung stops squirming and just stares, which isn’t a good sign. It’s never a good sign when Soonyoung stops talking, stops squirming, stops doing anything and everything to get serious. The more they do this, the more Seungkwan remembers why he’d never called him back.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Soonyoung asks, gentle. One of his hands moves up, knee then thigh, thumb rubbing against the thin denim stretched over Seungkwan’s leg. It’s not sensual, though. It’s pitying.
Total boner killer.
“What exactly do you want to talk about, Soonyoung?” Seungkwan hisses, rolling off his lap and standing. That they’re both still clothed is a nightmare. He was really hoping that Soonyoung would be fucking him into the couch cushions right about now.
“That this is the 8th person to die in the last 3 weeks? That Seokmin asked me out and I had to turn him down? That I have to figure out why this is happening or Jeonghan is going to kill me?”
Fuck. He didn’t mean to say that part. Soonyoung’s brow furrows.
“You fucked your roommate’s boyfriend, too?”
Fuuuuck.
Seungkwan crosses his arms. “They were on a break.”
“So that makes it better?” Soonyoung is standing now, shirt smoothed back over his biteable abs. He opens the front door and retrieves the box of cereal, then turns back to Seungkwan.
“I think you should go.”
“You’re not serious.”
“You’re a terrible person.”
He laughs. No fucking shit. “Yeah, well, you’ve already fucked me, so—”
“Your literal body count is racking up, and all you can think about is yourself,” Soonyoung says, gesturing towards the doorway. “Congrats on not being selfish enough to kill Seokmin, but I don’t think you can keep using me.”
Seungkwan trudges toward the front door, knocking things over with his dragged feet. It’s a brat move, but it’s how he feels. “You’re an asshole, Kwon Soonyoung.”
Soonyoung’s face brightens, almost thoughtful at the insult. Then he drops the hammer.
“At least I’m not a murderer.”
Re: [FILL] i can't get you off my mind (i can't get you off in general)
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baitedinspired you with this prompt. so good.Re: [FILL] i can't get you off my mind (i can't get you off in general)