fake love.

[bicvrious]

                           𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎  𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒  𝓊𝓅 , it's  easier  said  than  done , 

                           my  mundane  days  have  all  become  𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 . 

                                  ☀  you've  already  become  my  𝓈𝓊𝓃 .  ☀ 

                                           ♡     lysander  &  alek      ♡

[strayhags]

yeosang ♡ treasure film ep. 1

[kooksv]

taehyung and jungkook during apple music interview ♡

[127home-deactivated20210921]

[inhypen-moved]

jungkook  in  i-land  episode  7.

[faklve]

bicvrious​:

oh, here we go again... the very same heat he felt the day he surrendered to his sexual attraction toward his perverted neighbour was coursing wildly through his veins, driving him mad with desire. at times like these, lysander could barely even recognize the sophisticated, intelligent, and slightly prudish guy he used to be before alek introduced him to his world of sin, and turned his mind to mush. “alek…” his voice was husky, laced with desire for his boyfriend. no, this wasn’t right, today was’t supposed to be about sex. a romantic date at the spa had been planned, and his boyfriend had promised to pay for everything, massages, facials, sauna… the last time a man spoiled him in such a way was over a year ago, and yet all lysander could think about right now was the bulge in alek’s pants. “we… we have time. you came here early, remember?” thinking about it now, it isn’t unlikely for alek to have done this on purpose. trying to seduce him right before their first date sounds right up his alley. ugh… his boyfriend was such a menace. “y-you’re incorrigible!” slighly out of breath, the former heir scolds the younger once again, placing his hands firmly on his hips. “putting your filthy hands on my body, so shamelessly, only to walk away like a coward. is that the kind of man you are, alek kwon?” 

alek’s fingers hook in the loops of lysander’s pants and he yanks him forward. one of his thigh settles between his boyfriend’s legs, flushed with his crotch, and their noses press together from their faces proximity. “careful now, kitten,” his voice takes a slight authoritative tone, that he knows the other loves. “bad boys don’t get rewarded,” he pushes on lysander’s back, his bulge grinding hard against his thigh in the process, “and it would be a shame if i left you here, desperate and needy for me, don’t you think?” he repeats the motion and the moans that it punches out of his boyfriend’s throat send shivers of pleasure down his spine. there’s something unbelievably satisfying and addictive about watching the older lose his composure completely, under his ministrations, and giving into the desires he adamantly refuses to own up to, when they aren’t in the moment. “be good for me now, baby boy and put that delicious mouth of yours to better use.” 

[faklve]

bicvrious​:

it wasn’t at all in cassius’ nature to go out of his way to please other people, and yet the self-centered playboy had found himself in a predicament where he wasn’t just forced to heed his father’s every order, but also solely responsible for his young, foreign fiance’s happiness. his future in the family business and his inheritance were on the line here, which is why cassius couldn’t afford any trouble from either party. it was clear that siwoo was more than just a little bit unstable, and if he were to change his mind and move back to korea, all of cassius’ efforts would have been for nothing. thankfully, it doesnt take long for the boy to get comfortable in his lap, but the suspicious look on his features doesn’t go unnoticed. “that’s what i’m asking you, siwoo. what can i do to make you happy?” he asks again, his fingers rubbing soothing circles on the younger’s back. “in just a few more weeks, we’ll get married, right? so, letting my gorgeous fiance pick out a lavish wedding gift is only appropriate.” 

“you want to make me happy? drop the act, cassius. fake concern doesn’t suit you, at all.” how could siwoo, even for a moment, think that cassius felt remorseful for what had happened a few days prior? everything the older man did was for his own benefits. the relationship would always remain as is, a business transaction. nothing more. not that siwoo wants more out of this, than getting enough money to get the education he’s dreamt off since he was a child, and make something of his miserable life. he slides off the other’s lap, pushing himself to the other end of the couch and brings his legs up to his chest. the mention of the wedding makes dread pool in his stomach. a wedding means people, a lot of people and all their attention being on siwoo and cassius, for however long the event would last. it would also highlight how alone siwoo was before the older became part of his life, and still is. there would be no one on his side. no family, no friends, no one. “if you’re worried about me ruining the wedding, you can relax. i’ll get through it without causing a scene, like the meek and obedient fiancé i’m supposed to be.” he ignores the comment about lavish wedding gifts altogether. fingers crosses it helps him getting out of receiving any. his eyes drift to the clock on the wall and he jumps up from the couch, with a gasp, then makes a dash for the door with an i’ll see you later ! if he doesn’t leave this instant, he’s gonna be late to his hairdresser appointment. 

[jaemtens]

yeosang for 1st look

[faklve]

bicvrious​:

howon’s strong arms wrapped around his slim frame, and his lips pressed against his head felt so real to him, but it couldn’t possibly be, right? the rapper had made it a point to make his life hell these past few months, and made it obvious he felt disgusted to even breath in the same oxygen as shaozu, so there’s no way he’d ever hold him close like this, or touch him in the most intimate way. nothing had changed, the line distributions were still the same and shaozu was still taking the limelight away from him, so none of this made sense. “hnng, howon…” a soft moan slips past his lips, his body trembling lightly as the older’s fingers brush against his sensitive thighs. the maknae didn’t care what time it was, or if the manager was going to scold at him for being late; he just didn’t want this beautiful dream to end. why would he want to wake up to the cruel reality of howon hating his guts? “don’t.. don’t stop please,” he murmurs, parting his legs a little wider for the other. “i want to be yours, hyung. i’ve always wanted that…” heat flushes into his features, staining his cheeks bright red as he confesses his feelings to the older. “i… i love you, howon-hyung…”  

howon freezes upon hearing the younger’s confession. feelings have been brewing for a long time between the two idols but remained unspoken, meaning they were easy to push in a corner of his brain and ignore until the time was right. now that they were put into words, it felt more reel than ever before and it scared the shit out of howon. “shao,” the name tumbles out his mouth almost reverently and he captures the younger’s lips, in a searing kiss, once more. howon isn’t ready to say i love you back. it’s too soon, too fast but he can show silver how he feels and he does just that. praises are whispered in the younger’s ear while howon slowly and teasingly strokes silver to climax, soaking in the melodic moans unabashedly leaving his parted lips. anyone in close proximity to their room would catch on to what was going on behind closed doors but the rapper couldn’t care less. everyone around them wanted the hatchet buried. it’s been buried the howon way. once they’re done, he carries silver to the bathroom, where he draws a bath for the both of them. “i’ll be right back.” he goes back to the room to check his phone, expecting message after message from his raging manager only to find a single one informing him the recording planned for later in the day has been pushed back to the following day. “we’re schedule free today.” an opportunity for the two to address the elephant in the room. 

[faklve]

two months after their unexpected reunion and taeho has reached his breaking point. the first month he believed the younger’s empty promises of change  —  he was ecstatic things would finally fall into place, that they’d get to be a somewhat normal couple  —  but he’s found out the hard way that all of it was a lie. it hurt taeho, more so than he could ever put into words, that he was fooled all over again, because he was blinded by the love he had for his boyfriend, and that quinn didn’t seem to care about the damages he was causing in their relationship and on taeho. he doesn’t want to reach the point of having to drastic measures such as initiating another breakup because he loves quinn with all his heart  — no amount of betrayal would change that, that much he’s sure of, unfortunately  —  but he’s determined to get his way this time around. he wants acts from quinn, not words. his words and promises mean nothing to him anymore. he’s curled up on the couch, bacon sleeping peacefully on his chest, when quinn gets home from a ‘study session’  —  that he knows damn well wasn’t one but rather an outing with his friends. “how was studying?” 

@bicvrious​​

[jinv]

instant sarah tone in

[cyphertaehyungie]

don’t touch me, i’m soft 🥺🥺

[nctaezen]

pink punch yong ♡

[nochujungkookie]

The way he walks off 🔥

[bob-belcher]

MISTRESS AMERICA (2015)

[faklve]

bicvrious​:

lysander still feels the need to pinch himself whenever alek looks at him so lovingly, and tells him everything he had always dreamed of hearing from his partner. guilt settled into his stomach for not fully trusting him yet, but at times like these, his handsome and charming boyfriend almost seemed too perfect. “alek…” he whispers softly, heat flushing into his cheeks as the younger showers him with compliments. lysander tilts his head, dreamily, his eyelids half closing, and leans in for a kiss. “mhm,” a soft moan escapes from his slightly parted lips as they press against alek’s. one hand cups the younger’s chiseled jaw, whilst the other reaches for his arm, smoothing his fingers over his thick biceps. deepening their kiss, his tongue twines with alek’s in a sinuous dance, until lysander suddenly pulls away from his boyfriend. “hmpf, no, no, not right now! you can’t keep doing that to me, alek kwon!” he scolds, panting against his lips. “we’re.. we’re going on a romantic date together, so don’t be such a pervert!”

alek melts into the kiss, hands traveling down to settle on his boyfriend’s hips and pushing his body closer. things could escalate fast between the two, as they usually do but he can’t bring himself to push lysander away — he has half in mind to cancel the date at the spa altogether and spend the day ravishing his gorgeous boyfriend over and over again  — the older turns out to be the one pushing him away in the most lysander possible way. also known as, blaming alek for his own desires. he would get offended if he didn’t find the faux coyness facade, he insists on maintaining in spite of alek knowing lysander was anything but, attractive. alek decides to plays along. “do what, kitten?” one of his hand ends up in the other’s back pocket, fingers pressing hard into his buttock to pull him back close and working his mouth over lys’ jawline then neck in just the way he knows will drive the older mad with lust. after a year of sleeping together, alek knows every little spot that makes the other tick. “mhm, you’re right. we do have a romantic date to go to so let’s.” and as if he wasn’t just teasing his boyfriend, the younger steps back, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. he knows they wouldn’t be leaving this apartment at the time they set, now. “finish getting ready baby. i’ll wait for you.”

[faklve]

bicvrious​:

as his eyelids flutter open, shaozu immediately feels the urge to pinch himself, because there’s no way he wasn’t still dreaming, right? the ‘real’ howon would rather die than snuggle with him like this. he wouldn’t wrap his strong arms around his small frame and hold him close, nor would he ever gaze into his eyes so lovingly. “i… what?” his mind is still fuzzy from waking up, as if he barely slept last night. “i don’t want to,” he smiles, curling up into the older boy’s side like a cat, laying his head on his muscular chest. no, he was definitely not in a rush to wake up from this dream and go back to the cold, harsh reality of his hyung hating his guts and jumping at every oppertunity to bully him. shaozu was determined to enjoy this moment for as long as he possibly could. “manager-hyung can wait. i want to cuddle with you,” he whispers softly, lifting his leg across howon’s thighs.“and maybe… um, maybe we can do the thing we did before? i really liked that part too, hyung. you know, when you touched me like that…”

his arms tighten around the younger’s frame and he presses a gentle kiss to the top of his head. the happiness’ painted all over silver’s features makes howon’s heart swell. there’s also a twinge of guilt twisting his stomach and that nagging voice at the back of his head--sounding oddly similar to the leader of his group--telling him how selfish his actions from the previous night were, that he can't quite ignore. it wasn’t hard to notice the drastic change in the younger’s behavior, his smile never quite reaching his eyes like it used to and dimming as quickly as it appeared, since the idol let his bitterness get in the way of the precious bond he shares with shaozu. he’d been an easy target for howon. he knew him by heart, knew of every insecurities and used those against him to release his anger. he shakes his head and pushes away those thoughts. the two would need to have a serious discussion sooner than later but for now, he has more important matters to attend to. he’s being selfish, yet again. one of his hand moves down to settle on silver’s bare thigh, fingers tracing feather light patterns over the warm skin. “feeling a little rebellious, are you?” he finds the bashful forwardness of shao’s request unbelievably arousing. “i could tell. you made the most beautiful sound for me, baby.” he was careful not to take things too far the previous night. howon cares too much for the younger to fuck him in a random hotel room or treat him like a one night stand that he would never see again. he leans down to press his lips to shao’s only to be interrupted by their manager insistently knocks on their door, warning them they are due to leave very soon. “fuck,” he heaves a breath of disappointment. “i can’t wait to be back home and have you all to myself.” no managers, no members, just them.