[oneshot] walk of shame + assorted drabbles

Jul 24, 2013 20:37

Title: walk of shame
Pairing: sehun/kai
Rating: nc17
Genre: au, pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: college au. written for this prompt at exopromptmeme. 1,421 words.



The first time it happens, Jongin's sitting in the common room, calc homework spread out across the table. It's almost two in the morning when he finishes this particular problem set; he's been starting later and later in the evening to avoid the after dinner crowd. The only thing he can hear now is the faint ticking of the wall clock above the television as he stretches.

He jumps when a loud slam from the other end of the hall interrupts the silence. It originates from somewhere near the men's bathroom. Weird. Jongin hadn't heard anyone shuffle out for a shower earlier-but then again, he'd been chest-deep in differential equations, so maybe he isn't the best judge.

He lifts his head as the person in question strolls around the corner, humming under his breath, and gets an eyeful of pale, wet chest for his trouble. Jongin vaguely recognizes him from floor meetings with Joonmyun: the kid who always ran in ten minutes late, cramming a muffin from the cafeteria into his mouth. Jongin's eyes follow the drip of water from the guy's hair down to the edge of the towel wrapped around his waist, and his throat goes dry with the sudden desire to walk over and trail his mouth along the same trajectory. Jesus Christ. This entire month he's been making sweet love to nothing but his textbooks. It's been a while.

Jongin swallows, gives him an awkward wave. The other kid stares back blankly before sliding past the couches into his room. Jongin glances down at the sad tent forming in his sweats and palms his face.

The next time it happens, Jongin's rushing back from class before dinner and nearly collides with him on his way out of the showers. The guy careens into the wall and promptly spills his toiletries all over the floor.

"Oh, shit," Jongin says, crouching down to help him recover them. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," he replies, voice thin and reedy. Jongin holds out his shampoo-Herbal Essences' Color Me Happy, for the blond, he assumes-and studiously avoids looking anywhere below the guy's chin. "Thanks."

Their fingers brush. Jongin almost drops the shampoo again. "No problem," he squeaks, climbing hastily to his feet, lower body angled away so Shower Guy doesn't notice that he's half-hard. He manages to slip into his dorm room without meeting anyone else. Taemin's out, thank the fucking Lord. Jongin drops his backpack on the floor and jerks off in bed, hips canting up desperately into his hands. He thinks about sucking dark bruises into pale skin, how Shower Guy's sharp collarbones would feel rolling underneath his tongue, what it would be like to see his thin lips stretched around Jongin's dick, trying to take him all the way down. He turns onto his side and curls in on himself when he comes, stomach sticky with semen, cock softening in his grasp.

"His name is Sehun," Taemin says helpfully, after the fifth time. (He'd been there for the third and fourth, too: on Saturday morning when they commandeered the television to marathon One Piece, and late Tuesday night when they'd been cramming for the calc midterm.)

Jongin cringes into the common room couch, dick twitching, and prays for deliverance. "That's, uh. Great."

"He's in my philosophy class."

"What? Why are you even taking a philosophy class?"

"The TA is really hot," Taemin returns. "But that's not the point. Sehun has a really nice ass. You should tap that."

Jongin squeezes his eyes shut. "Please stop talking,"

There's a crumple of paper as Taemin shifts on the sofa. Probably put his feet on the table, all over Jongin's Victorian lit notes, what the fuck. "I'm just saying," comes the flippant reply. "Why else do you think he prances around in front of you in a flimsy towel all the time?"

Jongin usually showers at the rec center after dance practice, but it runs late the week before the fall concert and the locker room is closed by the time they get out. He has to trudge back to the dorm sticky and gross, almost acidic with sweat. He grabs a change of clothes from the floor of his bedroom-the shirt smells okay, not too terrible, and he's fairly certain the pants are clean-drops them on the counter next to the paper towel dispenser and edges into one of the shower stalls. The water pressure here is shit, and the water's lukewarm at best, but it'll do. He scrubs shampoo through his hair and closes his eyes against the sting, muscles relaxing under the spray.

He nearly runs into someone when he's climbing out of the stall, towel clutched around his waist. He takes a hasty step back to avoid it, and-ah. The universe enjoys playing cruel jokes on him. Sehun's peering at him, frozen in place, face kind of pink. He's wearing ratty boxers and a flimsy old t-shirt. Jongin tightens his grip around the towel, blinks water out of his eyes.

"Hi," he croaks. Smooth.

The tip of Sehun's tongue peeks out to wet his bottom lip. He points past Jongin. "Hi. I left my stuff in the-"

"Right, of course," Jongin says, moving out of his way. His clothes are still stacked up by the sink. He bends over the counter and starts toweling his hair dry.

When he comes up again he can see Sehun's reflection in the steamed-up mirror. He's biting his lip now, a hand rubbing at his neck-and staring so hard at Jongin's backside that he's surprised it doesn't catch on fire.

Jongin turns slowly on his heel, trying to keep his breathing in check, hyperconscious of the fact that Sehun can see everything. He takes a step forward. Sehun lifts his gaze to meet Jongin's, mouth going slack. God. He really fucking hopes he isn't reading this wrong.

He drops the towel on the ground and push Sehun back against the tiled wall, presses his mouth against the seam of his. Jongin's hands slide into Sehun's hair. It's stiff from where his shampoo probably hadn't washed out all the way. Sehun arches forward, the line of his body molding against Jongin's chest, a slim finger tracing along the juncture of Jongin's thigh and pelvis and curling around the base of his stirring cock.

"Took you long enough," Sehun mumbles into his mouth, and Jongin almost laughs. Almost. He swallows it down and attaches his lips to the column of Sehun's neck, instead. Sehun gives handjobs with little finesse-quick, jerking pulls and absolutely no rhythm, but Jongin's been thinking about this for the past three weeks, and Sehun's quiet keening when Jongin sticks a hand down his underwear shoots straight to his dick.

"Here," Jongin gasps, pulling Sehun's boxers down around his thighs. "Let me-"

Sehun drops his erection and Jongin takes both of them in his right hand, head braced against Sehun's shoulder to watch himself jerk them off together, the pale curve of Sehun's cock bobbing in counterpoint to the deep red of Jongin's. Sehun’s head clunks back against the wall. He lets out this breathy sigh that tickles the shell of Jongin's ear. Jongin's arm is starting to ache like a motherfucker but he doesn't let up, keeps pumping until Sehun's hips snap up with a desperate urgency, the pressure in Jongin's gut twisting tighter and tighter, like a coiled spring, and then-

He comes with his face mashed into Sehun's collarbone, teeth scraping along the skin there, a low groan wrenched out of him as his come splatters onto the wall. Sehun bucks twice more against Jongin's tense fingers and follows, skinny chest heaving, his hands squeezing Jongin’s waist hard enough to hurt.

Jongin pulls back massaging his wrist. Sehun looks amused.

"I never told you my name," Jongin offers, shuffling his feet. "It's Jongin."

"Yeah, I know," Sehun says. "I asked our RA."

"Joonmyun?"

"Yeah. Made up some story about a missing textbook." Jongin snorts. "My name's-"

"Sehun, I know," Jongin replies. "Uh, Taemin told me."

"Ah," says Sehun. He sways on his feet, like he's trying to decide what to do, and then leans back in to smack a sloppy kiss at the corner of Jongin's mouth. "Um. Thanks for. You know." A dull flush blooms across his neck. Cute, Jongin thinks absently.

"My pleasure," he says, raising an eyebrow. "I mean. This should totally happen again." Sehun's face brightens considerably. Jongin really does laugh this time.

fin

A/N: please carve "sorry about all the porn" on my gravestone, thank u and good night. also most of the following is shit i wrote while procrastinating on live wire haha ok goodbye



baekhyun/kai, handjob, 567 words

The men's restroom on the third floor always reeks of jizz because its handicapped cubicle is where half the student body goes if they need to jack off during the school day. Namsang High's unofficial wank bank. It's far enough out of the way that teachers won't walk in on your private time, and established enough that the other boys know what to do when the door's already locked and muffled moans creep out from underneath it. No questions asked.

Jongin's been popping inopportune boners all week. He's also somehow been managing to think them away through sheer force of will. They're doing a badminton unit in PE and Kyungri has these fucking amazing tits that bounce everywhere when she's going in for the strike. On Friday, though, before lunch, Chanmi spills her water bottle all over Kyungri's school-issue white top and it's game over for Jongin. He can't just wish this one away. When everyone else trails back to the locker rooms to change, Jongin takes the stairs up.

Good timing. Someone's just coming out of the last stall as Jongin pushes in through the entrance, hard-on burning against his leg, fingers already fumbling for his waistband. It takes him a second to register the pale face rising to peer at him.

It's Baekhyun. A slow grin breaks over his face, and his gaze trails down meaningfully to land on the bulge in Jongin's shorts. "Need a hand?"

A quick glance at his watch tells him he's got five minutes before he has to go back downstairs and meet Sehun in the cafeteria. He could get off that fast on his own, maybe, but if the offer stands, then. Well.

It must show in Jongin's expression, because Baekhyun grins wider. "Come on," he says, "I got you," hooks his index finger over the hem of Jongin's PE pants and tugs him into the stall.

They've done this once before, between classes in the afternoon, when Jongin'd been too frazzled from an ethics exam to do it himself and Baekhyun'd gotten tired of waiting his turn. Baekhyun's fingers are thin and delicate, like a girl's, and they look really fucking pretty wrapped around Jongin's erection. He isn't embarrassed by anything at all-he flicks his wrist slow and unhurried, and doesn't tear his eyes from Jongin's cock for a second, like he's enamored by the way it fits against his palm.

Jongin tries to thrust up into his hand and Baekhyun lets out a little, pleased uh-uh and spreads his other hand across Jongin's chest to hold him back.

"Hyung," he whines, shoulders hunching, clutching at the material of Baekhyun's uniform. "I need to-let me-"

The lunch bell rings. He's late. Fuck. He stares at Baekhyun and tries to plead with his eyes. "Yeah, alright," Baekhyun says at last, almost lazy. He brings the other hand down again and thumbs the head of Jongin's dick, comes away with a thick pearl of precome. "Go for it."

Jongin's mouth falls open as he watches Baekhyun stick his thumb into his mouth and suck, eyes slitting with amusement. He does that thing with his wrist again, gets up on his tiptoes to press a sloppy kiss into the line of Jongin's jaw, tightens his grip around Jongin's throbbing erection-and that's it, Jongin's coming, forehead tucked into Baekhyun's neck, breath stuttering out to wet the stale air.

baekhyun/chen, making out in the library, 330 words

"We're going to get caught," Baekhyun mutters into the roof of Jongdae's mouth.

"That's what makes it exciting," Jongdae returns, a huff of laughter pouring down Baekhyun's throat. "Live a little."

Baekhyun groans when a leg ensconces itself between his. They're on D-Level, in between reference stacks A-E and F-J. Technically, Baekhyun's supposed to be manning the checkout counter. Technically, Jongdae should be brewing late night coffee at the café on the main level, but the library's closing in ten and it's a football night. Homecoming. Nobody's around. They'd signed up for the graveyard shift for a reason.

So all the protestations are rote, really. Just lip service. They both know what they're doing here. But baekhyun likes being purposely contrary, and Jongdae likes the verbal sparring, so on they go.

"I live plenty," he gasps, as Jongdae's leg presses in more insistently. Baekhyun bucks forward, thighs clamping around it, the fabric of his sweats catching around his boner. He's about to reach into jongdae's jeans when the guy at the circulation desk calls in over the intercom.

"The library will be closing in five minutes," he booms, and Baekhyun lets his head thud back against the encyclopedias. "Please gather all your belongings and make your way to the exits."

Jongdae's lips fall on his neck. Baekhyun shivers, tongue flicking out to wet the corner of his mouth. "Shit."

Jongdae eases back, grinning. His hip digs into the soft skin of baekhyun's stomach. "My place or yours?"

Baekhyun rubs the heel of a hand against his eyes and tries to think. "Chanyeol-Chanyeol's out. Visiting his sister."

"Yours, then," Jongdae says, running his fingers up underneath Baekhyun's shirt. He doesn't budge, though, and makes a delighted noise in the back of his throat when Baekhyun pushes him down, their knees sliding on the rough carpet, and kisses him again.

"Ten minutes is enough, right?"

Jongdae chuckles again. The noise rumbles out from the center of his chest. "Now you're talking."

sehun/d.o, bowing, 633 words

It gets so bad that even Jongin, who barely ever notices anything, starts cramming his hand in the small of Sehun's back to get him to bow more than ten degrees when they're greeting people. Kyungsoo isn't sure if Sehun's doing it out of malice or just plain laziness, but it makes all of them look bad. Not everyone is going to just pat Sehun on the shoulder and laugh. Humor his disrespect. Joonmyun's too indulgent; Kris is too preoccupied with keeping Zitao in line.

Kyungsoo finally gets fed up enough to do something about it during their last week promoting Wolf. Sehun jumps out of the van and sprints into the building when they pull up at the dorm after Inkigayo. Jongdae raises an eyebrow when Kyungsoo, who normally waits till later to shower, makes to dash after him. I'll explain later, he mouths, and takes the stairs up three at a time.

He manages to slide into the bathroom just before Sehun slams the door shut. "Hyung?" he mumbles, shirt already half off, pants crumpled in the sink. "Shower?"

"Something like that," Kyungsoo says, tilting his head to the side. The lock clicks behind him. He stands for a moment and watches Sehun flick the showerhead on before stepping out of his jeans and folding them up on the toilet seat. Boxer-briefs land in a neat stack over them a second later.

Sehun's shampooing, now. He glances around when Kyungsoo clears his throat and has to double-take when he sees Kyungsoo's hand fisted loosely around his cock, feet spread shoulder-width apart. "Hyung?"

"Hmm?" He gives it a slow drag and tips his head back against the wood.

Sehun licks his lips, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. His hands fall from his hair. "Um-do you-"

Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow. "What are you waiting for?"

Sehun scrambles to scrape the suds out of his eyes, hand thwacking against the toilet's porcelain tank in his haste to get to him. He starts sliding down onto his knees and Kyungsoo shakes his head.

"Nope," he says, grabbing Sehun by the elbows and hauling him upright again. "Try again." Sehun shoots him a puzzled look and Kyungsoo reaches up to palm the nape of his neck, other hand curling around his hipbone. "Come on, maknae. Are you going to suck me off or not?"

It takes him another minute to get it. Kyungsoo presses down on the back of his head and Sehun bends forward, legs locked, spine ramrod straight. His ass sticks up in the air. Perfect ninety-degree angle.

Good, Kyungsoo thinks, faintly satisfied. "Well, it's nice to know you aren't physically incapable of bowing." He tilts his crotch forward and Sehun's mouth lands on the shaft of his erection, slick lips sucking at the skin. It isn't the greatest blowjob Kyungsoo's ever gotten, mostly because of the awkward angle, but a warm mouth is a warm mouth, and Sehun lets him fuck up into it as hard as he wants. Kyungsoo strokes the hair at his nape and feels Sehun shudder, the lean muscles of his back tensing.

He doesn't quite manage to pull out all the way when he comes. Sehun chokes, head lifting so he can stare at Kyungsoo as semen lands on his face, eyes wide and glassy.

"Sloppy," Kyungsoo says, the word wavering just a tad as it drops out of his mouth. Sehun wipes at the come, still bent over in his bow, and licks it off. "That's better." Sehun's heartbeat thumps against the heel of Kyungsoo's hand. He leans to the side and notes Sehun's erection bobbing against his stomach. "If you promise to remember what you've learned, I'll take care of that."

Sehun nods vigorously. "Yes, hyung," he rasps out, voice wrecked. Kyungsoo smiles.

xiumin/lu han, post-exo in which lu han is creepy

It takes Lu han five months to track Minseok down. He's a wily fucker when he wants to be, and Lu Han'd been thrown for a couple of weeks when Minseok never turned up at home to visit his family in Seoul. He'd gotten back on track, though, after flying to Changsha to meet Yixing for drinks and plying him with enough beer until he let something slip about starting fresh in china. After that, it's just a simple matter of tracking flights and credit card information.

Minseok's hair is longer when Lu Han finds him in Shanghai. It's dyed black again, from what Lu Han can tell from under the big hood of Minseok's jacket. Lu Han likes it best that way. He'd always liked how the inky strands slid between his fingers when he ran his hands through them.

There are bags beneath Minseok's eyes. He looks tired. Haggard. The hand stirring his coffee trembles. Lu Han frowns. Post-disbandment was supposed to be the most relaxing time of their lives. Minseok seems like he's just been spat out of a blender.

"I've been looking for you everywhere," Lu Han says, sliding into the seat opposite Minseok's under the bright cafe parasol, and watches the way his eyes widen with something like recognition.

"Lu Han," he breathes, and oh, does it feel good to hear his name spoken like that again. From the hollow of Minseok's throat, past his lips, to Lu Han's ears. Minseok's fingers clench around the spoon in his hand.

"It took me forever to find you," Lu Han continues. He tilts his head. "Did you think you could run away from me?"

"Please," Minseok says. When he stands, his chair screeches backward. Lu Han winces. "I don't want any trouble. Go home."

"But Minseok," he says, standing too, stepping forward into Minseok's space. "I am home."

ship: baekhyun/chen, ship: do/sehun, length: flashfic, length: oneshot, ship: baekhyun/kai, ship: lu han/xiumin, #fic, ship: kai/sehun, fandom: exo

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