#osh;starters

[elvctrickiss]

starter for @zidaine​

being a wolf is... good on most days. you’re strong as hell, naturally smart, and can tell people you shapeshift into this big, awesome dog creature, if, you know, they’ll believe you. 

what isn’t great is the kind of biological, animalistic stuff that comes along with being a wolf. one notable issue is the rut, which sehun is in right now, literally and figuratively. he hates the thought of mating, despises the idea of being bonded to someone forever and ever until they have wolf babies and -- no. just. just no. 

the problem is being out of commission for a week without anything to satiate this heat.the first day, he’d been able to fend most of the feeling off by jacking off in the employee’s bathroom at work, like, every other hour, but it’s come to a point where he can’t even leave his flat. everything is way too stimulating, and he knows that his hand is no match for the real thing. his third day rutting is torture; he’s pacing back and forth, his shirt already abandoned somewhere next to his bed, and he’s been practically slicked up with his own sweat and stupid fucking hormones that he is one irrational thought away from humping his own couch. 

his phone is in his hand, the screen cracked from when he’d thrown it last night after unsuccessfully trying to beat one off to a porn video, and he considers calling someone, but he doesn’t? even know who? is going to be okay at this hour to casually fuck. his thoughts drift to different faces from work, from school, but they’re foggy and he’s truly in the mood to die now; his last wish might be for someone to ride his dick before he descends into oblivion.

[elvctrickiss]

a smut starter for @kxketto [ sehun x rei ] 

sehun and his parents hardly meet. mostly, they help him with his tuition, and he goes on disappointing them by talking about his desire to be a phd. basically, the natural order. 

sometimes, though, his mom likes to break the natural order and force him to come home for chuseok. it’s a time to be with loved ones, she always says, like she expects he’s still the obedient little six-year-old she once knew him to be. sehun hates being home; it reminds him too much of high expectations and low possibilities for any other kind of mischief. he decides that if he has to suffer through chuseok in this stupid house, this stupid house also has to suffer through him. 

and what better way to do that than to bring home a girl your parents know nothing about? 

his mom is halfway through the interview she thinks is mandatory for all parents to conduct, tossing all kinds of random questions at the pretty little thing beside him, when she stand up to fetch the baked rolls from the oven. sehun is bored half out of his mind at this point, and his father is already finished with dinner, opting to slink back into his study to watch the news and brood over how his son would rather be picking apart dead people’s lives than saving them. 

when his mother is out of earshot, talking over her shoulder about how she got the egg wash just right this time, sehun straightens up, his hand finding their way onto rei’s thigh. she was a saint for agreeing to brave his family with him, but he didn’t really feel like catering much to her goodness at this point. 

“don’t say anything, okay?” his voice is low, his mouth moving just a little closer to her ear. a strand of her hair tickles the tip of his nose, and his lips curl up into a small smirk. “spread your legs, princess. you must be bored out of your mind too, right?”

[elvctrickiss]

Shuffle & Taehyun

Day drunk into the night, wanna keep you here ‘cause you dry my tears

maybe this isn’t the best of decisions. isn’t the whole picking someone up in a bar while you’re way too drunk to think straight trope sort of tired? sehun doesn’t know. he doesn’t really ask either. maybe he will when he’s, you know, less inebriated. 

for now, though, he’s currently trying to figure out the logistics of sucking off a guy significantly shorter than him in a crowded ass room. he can’t kneel because he’s not drunk enough to want to put his knees in contact with the floor, but it’s not like he’s content just endlessly grinding down against the other’s hips and frustrating the both of them with unrewarded friction. this is a conundrum even he’s not smart enough to fix.

“please tell me you live just down the road, or something,” he groans softly, kind of breathlessly. “or, like, know a cozy bnb or some shit that’s conveniently close by. literally, literally any other place than here where i can blow you, basically.”