Small Writing Drabbles
This is just a collection of some drabbles I have written for fun/practice. Random pairings and fandoms, will be tagged with pairing and rating.
Currently contains things I've written involving infinite, myname, vixx.
1. Infinite: Sunggyu/Hoya NC-17 (for infinitememe)
Hoya dragged his hands through Sunggyu’s hair, fingernails scraping Sunggyu’s scalp and pulling at the strands loosely. He pushed Sunggyu’s head down, the clank of his belt buckle flopping around reminding him where they were. The studio’s bathroom stall was cramped as fuck with the two of them jammed inside.
Sunggyu’s hot mouth was gliding up and down his cock. His eyes were peering up at Hoya, small and wet from working his jaw around the cock stuffed in his mouth. Grunting, Hoya put a hand around the curve of Sunggyu’s jaw, pressing his thumb into the soft flesh.
He could feel the saliva from Sunggyu’s mouth dripping down his cock, and the soft slurping sounds he was making as he bobbed up and down.
“Hyung, just like that fuck,” Hoya said, “suck my cock like you love it. It’s the best fucking cock you’re ever going to get.”
Sunggyu coughed and pulled off Hoya’s cock, tongue pressed against the side of Hoya’s cock as he lifted his mouth away. “Hoya,” he warningly said, digging his fingers into Hoya’s hips, rubbing Hoya’s coarse jeans into his skin. His voice was low and sharp.
Hoya looked down into Sunggyu’s flushed face. There was saliva glistening on Sunggyu’s lips mixed with likely his own precum. He stroked Sunggyu’s neck with his hand, rolling his thumb over Sunggyu’s Adam’s apple. “Hyung you look like you were made for this right now.” He rubbed his leaking cock over Sunggyu’s pursed lips, shoving the head past his lips shallowly. All the while Sunggyu staring up at him with his tiny eyes searching for something, and Hoya was determined for that something to be his cock in Sunggyu’s mouth. Sunggyu was like a different person when he was on his knees submitting and not complaining or ordering someone around.
He knew Sunggyu was into it, Hoya could see the bulge straining against the zipper of his tight jeans. As much as Sunggyu loved dominating others, he loved being controlled. For a brief moment, at least before he got hissy. The aroused flush covering Sunggyu’s face only turned him on more. Hoya wanted to shove his cock in Sunggyu’s face and watch him gag as he fucked his face. Just thinking about face fucking Sunggyu made Hoya feel like releasing all over Sunggyu’s face. “Fucking fuck, fuck shit -”
Sunggyu slammed Hoya’s hips back against the metal stall and sucked Hoya’s cock back into his mouth, licking at the head. Pissed, Hoya grabbed Sunggyu by his shoulders and bucked his hips up, forcing his cock deeper.
“Wait until we finish here hyung, I’m going to fuck you so hard the insoles will fall out of your shoes.” Sunggyu hyung would deny it, but he loved when he could lie on his back and take it. He was especially limp if he was sleepy, the only time when he would shut up, close his eyes, and let you lift his legs up and fuck him on his side, from behind, or on his stomach. When Hoya was frustrated and horny by Sunggyu, he would enrage him with his words and then guilt trip and trick him into blowing him off. As Dongwoo had so graciously shared with him, play with his nipples and he was yours.
When Hoya came in Sunggyu’s mouth, it was a release of tension he didn’t realize he was carrying around with him all day. Seeing Sunggyu’s mouth a lips coated white made Hoya curl his fingers until the last of drops were released. Sunggyu swirled the cum in his mouth, grimacing at it’s taste, and sucked Hoya’s cock clean one last time. His mouth was working around Hoya’s cock to swallow away the remaining evidence.
Hoya tucked his cock back into his underwear, careful to not jostle it too much. “Hyung that was great, I think you’ve gotten better,” Hoya said, further complimenting Sunggyu’s improved blow job skill from the last time he’d received one from him.
Sunggyu got up from his knees sparingly, complaining about the pain and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Damn right it was good, now you better go fucking buy me a coffee to wash away your jizz you piece of shit.”
2. Infinite: Woohyun/Dongwoo/Sunggyu NC-17 (for infinitememe)
They were lying in Woohyun’s messy bed, sheets bunching and mattress buckling under their combined weight. It was quiet and dark besides the sound of the television playing in the other room - Sungyeol was watching a movie with Myungsoo likely sleeping in his lap. Woohyun curled his fingers around his pillow as Sunggyu licked his cock, his head between Woohyun’s thighs and hand holding the base of his cock. Sunggyu’s other hand massaging Woohyun’s balls, dragging his finger pads past hair and skin.
“Taste good?” Woohyun asked, feeling his abs clench as Sunggyu sucked at the tip with his wet mouth and tongue.
Sunggyu’s released Woohyun’s cock with a popping sound, “Mmm…it’s good.” Woohyun had been following a better diet lately to entice Sunggyu into giving him more blow jobs. Ever since Sunggyu had gotten a different room Woohyun’s free jump Sunggyu in the middle of the night blow job opportunities had decreased. An ‘it’s good’ from Sunggyu was worthy praise.
Fingers dipped into the soft flesh of Woohyun’s inner thighs, pulling and prodding as Sunggyu’s mouth went down repeatedly on his cock. No matter what, Sunggyu looked best when he was impaling himself on his cock. Sometimes they’d be at interviews and Woohyun would be watching Sunggyu’s mouth, imagining Sunggyu dropping down and slipping those lips over him. They could tease each other all they wanted, but at the end of the day it would be Woohyun that would put the leash on Sunggyu and lead him around.
Sunggyu liked sucking cock.
“Just like that,” Woohyun said, encouraging Sunggyu to jerk his cock with his hand let him thrust shallowly on his tongue. Fuck, Woohyun thought, he felt his cock tense as the blood rushing to his cock and balls throbbed. Everything was wet and he was surely leaking into Sunggyu’s mouth. “Hyung you’re doing so well.”
Sunggyu’s breath hitched as Woohyun thrust his cock back farther than he had expected.
“Hey is Sunggyu hyung in here?” The sliding door slid open and Dongwoo peeked his head in without a single thought to knocking. “Oh, shit, sorry, I’ll come back later.”
Woohyun sat up, “No wait, it’s fine.”
Dongwoo stood awkwardly in the doorway until Woohyun beckoned him to come in with two fingers. Sunggyu took Woohyun’s cock out of his mouth and glared up at him, “Woohyun what the fuck.”
Woohyun shoved Sunggyu’s head back down on his cock, keeping his grip firm on the top of Sunggyu’s head. “What were you looking for? Hyung is a bit busy, but I think I can share my time.”
“I wanted to ask if he wanted his whites washed with the rest of ours,” Dongwoo said, staring at Sunggyu’s face that was trapped on Woohyun’s groin. “But, you said something about sharing?”
“He might be a little angry, he didn’t get much sleep due to yesterday’s recording.” Woohyun let go of Sunggyu’s head, “I’m sure Sunggyu hyung wouldn’t mind a bit more extra practice.”
Sunggyu came up sputtering, “Ah! Seriously? Seriously you two?” His lips were red and swollen. “I have to sing with this mouth. This band is nothing without my singing.”
“You can sing on his cock,” Woohyun began, “Now go treat Dongwoo hyung for working so hard at promotions.”
Sunggyu flipped Woohyun off, but allowed Dongwoo to crawl on the bed next to them and unzip his pants, taking his cock out for Sunggyu to coax to life. Woohyun smirked to himself because Dongwoo liked to play rough, and he was sure Sunggyu had his throat fucked hoarse on several occasions. He fisted his own cock while he watched Sunggyu go down on Dongwoo, coughing when Dongwoo forced him to go down further on his cock than Woohyun would.
Seeing Sunggyu take the harsh treatment made Woohyun even hornier. When Dongwoo’s cock was erect, Sunggyu lifted off and panted, kneeling back on his heels to rest.
Woohyun got up on his knees and motioned for Dongwoo to get on Sunggyu’s other side, so that there was a cock pointing at Sunggyu’s face from both directions. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”
Dongwoo laughed, “You should come to our bedroom one night.” He smiled and fixed Sunggyu’s hair gently as Sunggyu grabbed a hold of his cock with one hand, the other on Woohyun’s.
“Sungjong?” Woohyun slid his cock past Sunggyu’s lips and tongue.
Dongwoo nestled his fingers in Sunggyu’s hair, pulling his mouth of Woohyun and directing it onto his cock, “Sometimes.”
“Oh.” Woohyun watched Sunggyu swallow around Dongwoo, eyeing Sunggyu’s throat contract and the way Sunggyu’s hand on his cock would quiver. They switched off for a while before Woohyun couldn’t stand the heat in his balls any longer when Sunggyu lapped at him, exhausted.
He let Sunggyu’s mouth slip from him, taking his own cock and balls in two hands and tugged, “Fuck…gonna cum.” It only took a few strokes. He looked straight into Sunggyu’s eyes and came, stripes of fluid hitting Sunggyu’s cheeks and forehead. A few lone drops falling over his nose and one reached as far as his hair. Sunggyu huffed and furrowed his brow, likely feeling the sensation of Woohyun’s semen dripping down his face.
Dongwoo took that as an opportunity to steal Sunggyu’s open mouth, and he let Sunggyu have it. He held onto the sides of Sunggyu’s face while he fucked into his mouth in short thrusts. Sunggyu making small grunting sounds at each snap of Dongwoo’s hips. The slurp of saliva and air rushing in and out of his mouth a chorus to Woohyun’s ears. Suddenly, Dongwoo released Sunggyu’s head and slipped out of his mouth, hands pumping at his cock quickly, and cum splashing down on Sunggyu’s face.
Woohyun bit his lip as he watched Dongwoo paint Sunggyu’s face with his cum. It mingled with the other slowly drying semen. Sunggyu’s right eye had shut since a splatter had dripped down from his eyebrow on its way down his face. Woohyun rubbed his thumb into the side of Sunggyu’s face, “Hyung, you’re all messy. Looks like you’re going to need to take a shower.”
With one eye closed, Sunggyu stared Woohyun down, “Give me your shirt.”
Woohyun laughed and waved his hands in the air before Sunggyu lunged at him.
3. Infinite: girl Sungyeol/ girl Woohyun NC-17 (for infinitememe)
Yeolna straddled Woohee with her long legs bent on either side of the couch. Her short flimsy pajama shorts ridding up and exposing a hint of her yellow underwear. All she wanted was to have a cuddle on the couch and perhaps something more, but Woohee was already taking up the entirety of the couch with her legs and limbs and hot figure in tight yoga pants. She was just lying there asking to be jumped on.
Woohee lowered the magazine she was reading, “What?” There was a confused expression on her face that Yeolna loved to cause (Woohee was always so prepared for everything). Her perfect chest heaved up and down as she sighed, exhaling under Yeolna’s weight. Yeolna’s eyes caught each and every important movement.
She wasn’t wearing a bra today, and Yeolna wanted to touch them. She had just woken up from a very unsatisfying sexual dream and was high off frustration and hormones.
There was something lodged in Yeolna’s throat as she looked at Woohee - laying beneath her with glasses on, messy hair, loose t-shirt. Those fucking yoga pants. “Ah - ” she said, voice breaking, legs trembling, Woohee looked gorgeous like this. Momentarily, Yeolna felt something tingle deep inside her. “Just wanted to see what you were doing,” - Yeolna bit her bottom lip - “god, your boobs are amazing.”
Shit, Yeolna thought, she was thinking aloud again.
Woohee chuckled and threw her magazine on the floor; it landed with a loud slap that brought Yeolna back to her senses. “What is with your daily fascination with my boobs? Have you started drinking too much coffee again?” There was a teasing quality in Woohee’s words making Yeolna frown and pull her long hair behind her ears.
“But yours are so big and feel so good in my hand, and you look great in shirts. Mine are small and pathetic.” Yeolna touched her chest gently, feeling the small round mounds of flesh and fat that stopped growing when she began high school. No matter how much she drooled over lingerie models and massaged her own chest, they never got any bigger. Being tall with no boobs or ass to speak of was like a being a beanpole.
All she had wanted for her birthday for four years was an increase in cup size. No such luck.
She felt Woohee’s stomach shift under her ass, sliding her down closer to Woohee’s crotch. Woohee was staring at her intently now, making Yeolna feel exposed in her sleep shirt that made her look like a boy. She rubbed her tongue against the back of her teeth.
Woohee’s eyes and tongue were shrewd when she wanted them to be.
“But I like them small,” Woohee said, wrapping her hands around Yeolna’s ribcage, “they look great when you bounce them up and down for me.” Her fingers had slid up and were dangerously close to Yeolna’s nipples. Yeolna could feel them harden at the brief swipe of Woohee’s thumb.
Yeolna pressed her ass into Woohee’s crotch out of sheer joy.
A whine escaped her throat, “But, they’re so tiny, I practically look like a boy. I think even Sungjungie’s boobs are bigger than mine.” It wasn’t fair. However, Yeolna was having a hard time concentrating on being bitter when Woohee held on to her and unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt and slipping a hand inside. The tingling sensation became stronger, and her breathing sped up.
Woohee’s fingers rolled the bud of her nipple, tugging at it and dipping into the soft flesh around it. It was sending warm shivers down Yeolna’s spine. Woohee hummed and Yeolna felt her rub soft circles into her side above her hip. A dull throb answered her call of a mental shut down.
She’d be begging to ride Woohee’s hand in an instant if this kept up.
“Well, here’s some good news for you, you’re definitely not a boy.” The hand by her hip curled the waistband of her shorts away from her body. They glided down past Yeolna’s underwear and touched that special spot where the heat was gathering. Slipping even lower until Yeolna brought her hips up off Woohee’s stomach, kneeling above her while Woohee’s finger pressed inside her. There was a stirring wetness dripping down and slickening Woohee’s teasing finger.
“Only girl parts detected!” Woohee’s hand slid out of her and wet fingers dug into Yeolna’s side. She was pushed further up on to her knees as Woohee shifted to get out from under her. “Think you can show me just how much your cute boobs move?” Woohee asked. She looked wild and sexy in that moment.
Yeolna found herself being pushed down to the other end of the couch and her shorts and underwear being slowly pulled down bit by bit.
She looked down at her chest and saw how they shook up and down with each little jostle back and forth.
“Oh.”
4. Infinite: girl Dongwoo/ girl Sunggyu NC-17 (for infinitememe)
Sunkyu dug her fingers into the fake leather of her favorite armchair, breathing heavily and spreading her legs as wide as they went at the same time. Her heart was thumping with each broad wet swipe of tongue sucking and teasing her. Slowly, she was falling to pieces. The blouse she was wearing was constricting her breasts along with the push up bra the lingerie saleslady had said would ‘work wonders’ for her size.
“Dongjoo fuck,” Sunkyu said, trying to remember how to breath through her nose, “Dongjoo please.”
Dongjoo’s tongue glided over her most sensitive spot, and Sunkyu could feel the blood pounding in her groin, a roar whose beat could almost be heard in her ears. The muscles down there contracting and twitching against the finger Dongjoo had curled up inside her, stroking the top of her inner walls with a come hither gesture.
She could barely keep herself holding on to the couch without bucking up into Dongjoo’s face. Dongjoo’s long wavy hair swept over her shoulders and it tickled the insides of her thighs, but each brush of hair against thigh made Sunkyu hyperaware of what was happening.
This was not what she had in mind when she asked Dongjoo inside for drinks. What had she gotten herself into the other night?
The dinner date wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t going spectacular either. Dongjoo was talking enthusiastically about the young kids she taught dance too, and all Sunkyu could do was nod her head and stare at the way Dongjoo’s necklace fell into her low v-neck shirt. When the waiter came around to refill their water glasses, Sunkyu almost dropped a piece of pasta into her lap. The offending sauce laden noodle was at her lips before it fell off her fork and hit the table.
Dongjoo leaned over and wiped Sunkyu’s mouth for her - Sunkyu wanted to do something else with those fingers. Sunkyu composed herself, she was a cold city woman, and did not insinuate that she wanted to fuck her partner on the first date.
Plus, Dongjoo was a friend of Hoyeon’s and if she insulted her chastity she’d have to get into a fistfight with the bitch from Busan (Hoyeon so lovingly called her demon bitch in return). She’d known Dongjoo through Hoyeon for about a year before Sunkyu decided to go for it and ask her out of a date out of curiosity - nothing to do with the fact that Dongjoo’s laughter made her weak at the knees. Or that she’d been crushing on Dongjoo hard for months now.
“Is your food good?” Sunkyu asked; she had no idea what to talk about, fuck.
“It’s a little spicy.”
Shit, fuck, damnit, Sunkyu thought, “Do you want mine instead? I can eat spicy food.” With a full glass of water Sunkyu could do anything.
“It’s okay, I like it.” Dongjoo smiled and licked her lips, “My lips are tingling.”
Sunkyu narrowed her eyes, wondering if Dongjoo was being coy or she was reading too much into it. “Oh…well, did you hear about the musical director’s new baby?”
“Yeah, saw a picture too. She’s really cute. I hope she brings the baby into work one day so we can see her.”
This was so much easier when they were all drinking beer and wearing sweat pants at Hoyeon’s apartment. Sunkyu shoveled pasta in her mouth in a plea to not have to start more awkward conversation. She felt something graze her right leg and almost choked on her mouthful of chicken and noodles.
“Are you okay?” Dongjoo asked. Sunkyu coughed it out.
Her throat cleared out with a long gulp of water. “I’m okay. I told Sungjung today she’d really have to pick up the pace with the director out on maternity leave, but she threw the scripts in the air and stormed out of the room. Kid these days, I swear.”
That touch was moving alongside her right leg again, and Sunkyu didn’t want to move for fear it’d stop.
“Maybe she was having a tough day,” said Dongwoo. She smiled and twirled her fork in her seafood pasta. “Perhaps you should go easy on her.”
That touch was a foot and that foot was traveling up and down Sunkyu’s leg. Frozen, Sunkyu opened her mouth and closed it several times, “I guess so, but - ”
“She broke up with her boyfriend last week.”
There went the bombshell, Sunkyu now felt like a horrible person.
“Well fuck.”
“It’s okay, she isn’t crying anymore.”
“That sure makes me feel better. Should I apologize?” Sunkyu twisted the napkin in her lap.
Dongjoo waved her hands, “She’s fine, Hoyeon’s been looking after her.”
As if that made everything peachy. “Hoyeon? Hoyeon is looking after her? But Hoyeon will eat her alive. I should call Myungsoon.”
Dongjoo’s foot was almost python grabbing her leg. “Don’t worry about unnie, Sungjung can take care of herself. And we’re still having dinner.”
“Oh, right.” Sunkyu stared down at her remaining one fourth of a plate of pasta. “We should finish eating because we’re here at a restaurant.”
Dongjoo laughed; the foot loosened and resumed it gentle stroking. Sunkyu had never been more thankful for a busy restaurant and a booth squeezed into a full seating area to save space. If someone saw Dongjoo feeling up her leg like the amazon goddess - Dongjoo had thighs of gold - she was, then they’d be grade a perverts.
All Sunkyu wanted to do was eat her food quickly and take Dongjoo back to her apartment and offer to show her a good time. However, Dongjoo was a sweet girl with a nice disposition who also apparently was hiding being a giant flirt. Sunkyu wished to grab that foot and put it somewhere more useful, like her crotch.
Sunkyu hoped her methods of seduction these past few weeks had been working.
She sat rigid in her seat, eating the rest of her food while Dongjoo looked beautiful across from her, telling her some strange story about ordering the wrong color of sneakers online and now being the proud owner of bright neon dance shoes, which she loved. Happy mistake.
Dongjoo could be wearing a kilt and floral print leggings with neon colored pubic hair and Sunkyu wouldn’t care because she wanted to date Dongjoo and her fun loving glass half full but I’ll still punch you in the face if you piss me off personality.
It was all she could ask for in a partner besides being able to put up with her morning grouchiness and general dislike for cleaning, or moving.
When they stepped out of the restaurant, Sunkyu’s wallet was emptier than it had been in a while. Yet, it was worth it to see Dongjoo get embarrassed when she refused to let her pay.
“Dongjoo, would you like to go back to my place and have a few drinks? I bought some new special ones I want to try out.”
Dongjoo latched onto her arm, her chest sliding over Sunkyu’s bare arms, “I’d love to have a few drinks unnie, let’s go and celebrate our first date!”
Sunkyu blushed; Dongjoo was too adorable sometimes.
“Dongjoo!” Words spilled from Sunkyu’s lips as Dongjoo increased the pace of her rubbing, her tongue swirling and pressing down on her clit. Dongjoo ate it up and Sunkyu couldn’t hold on any longer, the mounting pressure releasing and overflowing her entire body with pleasure. For those seconds, Sunkyu forgot everything but Dongjoo’s mouth and beating of her own heart.
The fingers slipped out of her, everything was so wet.
“Do you feel better unnie?”
Sunkyu had never experienced a better hangover cure than this before.
5. Infinite: ot7 PG-13 (for infinitememe)
Sunggyu’s head was pounding, his mouth dry and tasting of all things disgusting, teeth furry with last night’s adventures. Swallowing was an unpleasant experience, and he needed to find something, anything, to gargle. Eyes half open, he blearily stumbled off the couch and across the suite, looking for the bathroom.
His feet connected with something solid. Startled, Sunggyu opened his eyes and saw the lamp from the side table overturned and on the floor, as well as the couch cushions strewn around the room. The room was a fucking mess; drink glasses on the floor, the tables, and furniture not anywhere near their original positions. A feather boa ripped to pieces over the tiled floor and room service carts with half eaten food on them.
Shit, Sunggyu thought, tiptoeing around a tower of beer cans and Hoya passed out on the floor. He reached the bathroom and closed the door behind him, bladder aching as he opened his boxers to get himself out, kicking the toilet seat up with his foot.
Sunggyu was happily pissing when he heard a groaning noise coming from the bathtub. He let out a tiny shriek; Sungyeol was curled up in the bathtub with a pillow and a half full bottle of vodka under his arm, wearing only his boxers, a crumpled dress shirt, and one sock.
Needless to say, Sunggyu missed some of the toilet bowl and splashed over the top of the toilet itself. “Fucking shit Sungyeol wake the fuck up.” Now Sunggyu was awake and alert.
Sungyeol groaned and turned around in the bathtub, his long legs cramped up in an odd fetal position. “Hyung?” Sungyeol said, “Why are you in the bathroom?”
“Why am I in the bathroom?” Sunggyu questioned, a frown on his face, “Why the actual fuck are you in the bathroom? And sleeping in the bathtub?”
“The bathtub?” Sungyeol looked disoriented as he sat up, hands trying to grasp the smooth walls of the white plastic tub. “Wait? Why am I in the bathroom?”
“That’s what I just asked you, you dipshit.”
Sungyeol gave Sunggyu an eyes half open version of an angry glare, eyebrows narrowing together, but his hair was sticking up in all directions and he only looked like an angry man-child. He held up the bottle of vodka and then dropped it down into his lap, “I am never drinking vodka ever again, ever. And stop pissing in front of me.”
Giving his dick one final shake, Sunggyu tucked himself back into his boxers and grabbed a wad of toilet paper to wipe off his bad aim. While he was cleaning up, Sunggyu watched Sungyeol wobble out of the tub.
He flushed the toilet. “Get yourself cleaned up,” Sunggyu told Sungyeol, who was staring at the mirror. “What are you looking at?”
Sungyeol was pulling back the collar of the dress shirt to reveal two dark and painful bruises on the side of his neck. “What the hell,” Sungyeol said, touching the bruises with two fingers.
“Who gave you those?” Sunggyu laughed. “You look like you were attacked by a leech.”
“I am never drinking vodka again,” Sungyeol whined pitifully, the dark circles under his eyes making him look even more dazed. Sunggyu’s upper lip curled up as he saw how bloated his face appeared in the mirror.
He pushed Sungyeol out of the way to splash some soap and water on his hands - just enough to rub whatever piss he got on his fingers off. Sungyeol wondered out of the bathroom with an odd hunched over limp in his walk, which Sunggyu figured he got from sleeping in the bathtub.
When he exited the bathroom himself, he took one more glance around the room and sighed, they were so fucked.
6. Myname: Seyong/Chaejin PG
Seyong threw back another shot of soju, grimacing as the burn traveled down his throat, tasteless and uninspiring. The rejection was still fresh on his mind - a sure symptom of not enough alcohol. Everything was moving too slow. Perhaps he should just drink straight from the bottle and sign up for a pole dancing class since that’s all he was good for anyway according to him.
All Seyong wanted to do was drink until he forgot why he came here, and then pick himself up and become a better man tomorrow.
Maybe.
He wiped his nose on his sleeve, the cold night air causing his nose to run and the tips of his ears to tingle, but the soju made him feel warm.
A hand gently touched his shoulder, “Sir, are you okay?” The soft high sound of a boy going through puberty roused him from his thoughts.
Seyong shrugged the hand off, but the person was persistent, so he turned his head to the side to tell whomever it was to mind their own business. He wasn’t a charity case.
But, the instant Seyong locked eyes on the kid, Seyong felt like he had just found his savior in the form of a messy haired teen with a warm smile. Here was someone whose mere presence calmed him from the teen’s red nipped nose and cheeks, to the curl of his fingers at the edge of his apron. He had to take a moment to blink away the alcohol haze, wondering if the halo of light that surrounded the boy was all in his head.
It turned out to be just a trick of the light.
“Do you need anything?” The teenager asked, clearing away his empty bowl and glancing down at Seyong’s almost empty soju bottle. He seemed apprehensive; he probably thought Seyong was another alcoholic.
Seyong smiled as big as he could muster - it wasn’t so hard after all. “Could you just,” - he rubbed at his stubbly chin - “tell me your name?”
“Chaejin, it’s Chaejin.”
Chaejin smiled back and handed him a napkin wipe.
Seyong blew his nose into the napkin. Perhaps he didn’t have to try to pretend to himself anymore, the clock was ticking and it didn’t seem so cold outside.
“Thanks Chaejin. Hey, do you work here everyday?”
7. Vixx: Hongbin/Ravi NC-17 (for kprompts)
They were alone, laid out in the closet room because they were both sick, and the fan wasn’t working at full speed - no one knew why, but Hongbin suspected Hyuk.
Hongbin panted into Ravi’s neck, his breath coming out short and shallow, nose buried into sweaty skin. The heat in the room heavy even with the window cracked open, street noises from below traveling up into their apartment. It was so hot, and when Ravi dragged his hand across the bulge in Hongbin’s loose boxers, Hongbin almost bit his tongue in shock.
There was words unsaid spilling out of his mouth as tiny whimpers, dribbling down his chin as unintelligible babble. He scratched his nails down the side of Ravi’s leg and swatted lazily at Ravi’s hands trying to scrape down his own skin. Laughing, Hongbin let Ravi push him down on his bedding, all sticky skin and sweaty t-shirts.
“When did you paint your nails?” Ravi asked, voice nasally from his summer cold. He was pulling back the waistband of his underwear and easing it down his hips bit by bit. Tease.
Hongbin rolled over onto his knees, eager to put his hands on what was peeking out the tip of Ravi’s waistband. “Last night, do you like it?” He had painted his nails black while watching a television show on an iPad when Ravi had been passed out in his bedroom after taking his cold medicine, his snoring more subdued than normal.
“It’s sexy.”
“You want to see what they look like on your dick?” Hongbin said as he ran them up and down what was still covered by clothing. He smiled widely and circled his thumb around the head of Ravi’s cock that was sticking out. It’s tip flushed and bold against the grey colored underwear.
Ravi’s eyelids fluttered for a second, “Dimples…your dimples.”
“That’s a yes then.” Hongbin wrinkled his nose, lips curling back into a smile that he couldn’t hope to control. His smile was contagious, infecting Ravi who grinned and pulled his underwear down completely.
Hongbin took that as a go ahead to wrap his hand around Ravi’s cock, the other holding onto Ravi’s hip, fingers dipping into the soft flesh of Ravi’s ass. Ravi seemed to enjoy it, encouraging him to stoke his hand up and down in a certain manner, thighs trembling under his hands.
Even Hongbin had to admit that it was hot - sexy in a new way - watching his painted nails and fingers encircle Ravi’s dick. He could feel the urgency flowing through Ravi by the way he pulled his t-shirt back with one hand and dug a hand into his hair with the other, pulling up at the roots. However, he was concentrating on the way his hands were moving and was caught off guard.
The tug on his hair was painful, and forced Hongbin’s neck back, eyes staring straight into Ravi’s. His eyes met Ravi’s half lidded gaze and watched as his mouth fell open and tongue licked his bottom lip. “Feel good?” Hongbin asked, feeling the beat of his heart speed up as Ravi let go of his hair and moved his hand down to hold Hongbin’s neck.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple moving against Ravi’s thumb, skin drawn taunt by the grip. Hongbin switched up his hand position, rubbing the head in his palm - it drove Ravi crazy - and twisting his hand in a different direction.
“You’re so good at this,” - Ravi’s thumb stroked Hongbin’s neck - “you’re so sexy.”
Hongbin’s neck was tingling where Ravi was touching him. “Are you going to help me out?” His own dick hard and waiting to be touched, dampening his boxers.
Ravi hummed and moved in closer, his hips so close to Hongbin’s face he was practically breathing on his cock. “Open your mouth first.”
“Bitch,” Hongbin said under his breath, but dropped his jaw open and let Ravi thrust inside, just past his lips and onto his tongue. He knew Ravi was just playing rough, he was a big softy, and if Hongbin played his cards right he could get a blow job out of this. They both couldn’t get any sicker if they were suffering from the same cold anyway.
So, he made it wet, letting drool escape his lips and wrapping his tongue around the tip. His hand working on what wasn’t in his mouth. It wasn’t long before the little noises seeping out of Ravi made him anticipate what was to come, judging by the way both of Ravi’s hands dug into his shoulders.
“I’m -” Ravi choked out, sound thick and blocked with his cold. He jerked his hips away from Hongbin, cock slipping out of his lips, and Hongbin pumped his hand one last time before he felt the familiar - too familiar - splash falling across his face. It hit his cheek, nose and lips in several long streaks.
Hongbin let go of Ravi’s cock and fell back on his heels, “How were they?” He was referring to his fingernails, lifting his hand up wipe off his face.
He wasn’t expecting Ravi to grab his wrist, bend down, and pop two of his fingers into his mouth, Ravi’s tongue sucking off his own semen. Ravi said as he pulled Hongbin’s clean fingers out of his mouth.
“Delicious.”
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1. Infinite: Sunggyu/Hoya NC-17 (for infinitememe)
Hoya dragged his hands through Sunggyu’s hair, fingernails scraping Sunggyu’s scalp and pulling at the strands loosely. He pushed Sunggyu’s head down, the clank of his belt buckle flopping around reminding him where they were. The studio’s bathroom stall was cramped as fuck with the two of them jammed inside.
Sunggyu’s hot mouth was gliding up and down his cock. His eyes were peering up at Hoya, small and wet from working his jaw around the cock stuffed in his mouth. Grunting, Hoya put a hand around the curve of Sunggyu’s jaw, pressing his thumb into the soft flesh.
He could feel the saliva from Sunggyu’s mouth dripping down his cock, and the soft slurping sounds he was making as he bobbed up and down.
“Hyung, just like that fuck,” Hoya said, “suck my cock like you love it. It’s the best fucking cock you’re ever going to get.”
Sunggyu coughed and pulled off Hoya’s cock, tongue pressed against the side of Hoya’s cock as he lifted his mouth away. “Hoya,” he warningly said, digging his fingers into Hoya’s hips, rubbing Hoya’s coarse jeans into his skin. His voice was low and sharp.
Hoya looked down into Sunggyu’s flushed face. There was saliva glistening on Sunggyu’s lips mixed with likely his own precum. He stroked Sunggyu’s neck with his hand, rolling his thumb over Sunggyu’s Adam’s apple. “Hyung you look like you were made for this right now.” He rubbed his leaking cock over Sunggyu’s pursed lips, shoving the head past his lips shallowly. All the while Sunggyu staring up at him with his tiny eyes searching for something, and Hoya was determined for that something to be his cock in Sunggyu’s mouth. Sunggyu was like a different person when he was on his knees submitting and not complaining or ordering someone around.
He knew Sunggyu was into it, Hoya could see the bulge straining against the zipper of his tight jeans. As much as Sunggyu loved dominating others, he loved being controlled. For a brief moment, at least before he got hissy. The aroused flush covering Sunggyu’s face only turned him on more. Hoya wanted to shove his cock in Sunggyu’s face and watch him gag as he fucked his face. Just thinking about face fucking Sunggyu made Hoya feel like releasing all over Sunggyu’s face. “Fucking fuck, fuck shit -”
Sunggyu slammed Hoya’s hips back against the metal stall and sucked Hoya’s cock back into his mouth, licking at the head. Pissed, Hoya grabbed Sunggyu by his shoulders and bucked his hips up, forcing his cock deeper.
“Wait until we finish here hyung, I’m going to fuck you so hard the insoles will fall out of your shoes.” Sunggyu hyung would deny it, but he loved when he could lie on his back and take it. He was especially limp if he was sleepy, the only time when he would shut up, close his eyes, and let you lift his legs up and fuck him on his side, from behind, or on his stomach. When Hoya was frustrated and horny by Sunggyu, he would enrage him with his words and then guilt trip and trick him into blowing him off. As Dongwoo had so graciously shared with him, play with his nipples and he was yours.
When Hoya came in Sunggyu’s mouth, it was a release of tension he didn’t realize he was carrying around with him all day. Seeing Sunggyu’s mouth a lips coated white made Hoya curl his fingers until the last of drops were released. Sunggyu swirled the cum in his mouth, grimacing at it’s taste, and sucked Hoya’s cock clean one last time. His mouth was working around Hoya’s cock to swallow away the remaining evidence.
Hoya tucked his cock back into his underwear, careful to not jostle it too much. “Hyung that was great, I think you’ve gotten better,” Hoya said, further complimenting Sunggyu’s improved blow job skill from the last time he’d received one from him.
Sunggyu got up from his knees sparingly, complaining about the pain and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Damn right it was good, now you better go fucking buy me a coffee to wash away your jizz you piece of shit.”
2. Infinite: Woohyun/Dongwoo/Sunggyu NC-17 (for infinitememe)
They were lying in Woohyun’s messy bed, sheets bunching and mattress buckling under their combined weight. It was quiet and dark besides the sound of the television playing in the other room - Sungyeol was watching a movie with Myungsoo likely sleeping in his lap. Woohyun curled his fingers around his pillow as Sunggyu licked his cock, his head between Woohyun’s thighs and hand holding the base of his cock. Sunggyu’s other hand massaging Woohyun’s balls, dragging his finger pads past hair and skin.
“Taste good?” Woohyun asked, feeling his abs clench as Sunggyu sucked at the tip with his wet mouth and tongue.
Sunggyu’s released Woohyun’s cock with a popping sound, “Mmm…it’s good.” Woohyun had been following a better diet lately to entice Sunggyu into giving him more blow jobs. Ever since Sunggyu had gotten a different room Woohyun’s free jump Sunggyu in the middle of the night blow job opportunities had decreased. An ‘it’s good’ from Sunggyu was worthy praise.
Fingers dipped into the soft flesh of Woohyun’s inner thighs, pulling and prodding as Sunggyu’s mouth went down repeatedly on his cock. No matter what, Sunggyu looked best when he was impaling himself on his cock. Sometimes they’d be at interviews and Woohyun would be watching Sunggyu’s mouth, imagining Sunggyu dropping down and slipping those lips over him. They could tease each other all they wanted, but at the end of the day it would be Woohyun that would put the leash on Sunggyu and lead him around.
Sunggyu liked sucking cock.
“Just like that,” Woohyun said, encouraging Sunggyu to jerk his cock with his hand let him thrust shallowly on his tongue. Fuck, Woohyun thought, he felt his cock tense as the blood rushing to his cock and balls throbbed. Everything was wet and he was surely leaking into Sunggyu’s mouth. “Hyung you’re doing so well.”
Sunggyu’s breath hitched as Woohyun thrust his cock back farther than he had expected.
“Hey is Sunggyu hyung in here?” The sliding door slid open and Dongwoo peeked his head in without a single thought to knocking. “Oh, shit, sorry, I’ll come back later.”
Woohyun sat up, “No wait, it’s fine.”
Dongwoo stood awkwardly in the doorway until Woohyun beckoned him to come in with two fingers. Sunggyu took Woohyun’s cock out of his mouth and glared up at him, “Woohyun what the fuck.”
Woohyun shoved Sunggyu’s head back down on his cock, keeping his grip firm on the top of Sunggyu’s head. “What were you looking for? Hyung is a bit busy, but I think I can share my time.”
“I wanted to ask if he wanted his whites washed with the rest of ours,” Dongwoo said, staring at Sunggyu’s face that was trapped on Woohyun’s groin. “But, you said something about sharing?”
“He might be a little angry, he didn’t get much sleep due to yesterday’s recording.” Woohyun let go of Sunggyu’s head, “I’m sure Sunggyu hyung wouldn’t mind a bit more extra practice.”
Sunggyu came up sputtering, “Ah! Seriously? Seriously you two?” His lips were red and swollen. “I have to sing with this mouth. This band is nothing without my singing.”
“You can sing on his cock,” Woohyun began, “Now go treat Dongwoo hyung for working so hard at promotions.”
Sunggyu flipped Woohyun off, but allowed Dongwoo to crawl on the bed next to them and unzip his pants, taking his cock out for Sunggyu to coax to life. Woohyun smirked to himself because Dongwoo liked to play rough, and he was sure Sunggyu had his throat fucked hoarse on several occasions. He fisted his own cock while he watched Sunggyu go down on Dongwoo, coughing when Dongwoo forced him to go down further on his cock than Woohyun would.
Seeing Sunggyu take the harsh treatment made Woohyun even hornier. When Dongwoo’s cock was erect, Sunggyu lifted off and panted, kneeling back on his heels to rest.
Woohyun got up on his knees and motioned for Dongwoo to get on Sunggyu’s other side, so that there was a cock pointing at Sunggyu’s face from both directions. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”
Dongwoo laughed, “You should come to our bedroom one night.” He smiled and fixed Sunggyu’s hair gently as Sunggyu grabbed a hold of his cock with one hand, the other on Woohyun’s.
“Sungjong?” Woohyun slid his cock past Sunggyu’s lips and tongue.
Dongwoo nestled his fingers in Sunggyu’s hair, pulling his mouth of Woohyun and directing it onto his cock, “Sometimes.”
“Oh.” Woohyun watched Sunggyu swallow around Dongwoo, eyeing Sunggyu’s throat contract and the way Sunggyu’s hand on his cock would quiver. They switched off for a while before Woohyun couldn’t stand the heat in his balls any longer when Sunggyu lapped at him, exhausted.
He let Sunggyu’s mouth slip from him, taking his own cock and balls in two hands and tugged, “Fuck…gonna cum.” It only took a few strokes. He looked straight into Sunggyu’s eyes and came, stripes of fluid hitting Sunggyu’s cheeks and forehead. A few lone drops falling over his nose and one reached as far as his hair. Sunggyu huffed and furrowed his brow, likely feeling the sensation of Woohyun’s semen dripping down his face.
Dongwoo took that as an opportunity to steal Sunggyu’s open mouth, and he let Sunggyu have it. He held onto the sides of Sunggyu’s face while he fucked into his mouth in short thrusts. Sunggyu making small grunting sounds at each snap of Dongwoo’s hips. The slurp of saliva and air rushing in and out of his mouth a chorus to Woohyun’s ears. Suddenly, Dongwoo released Sunggyu’s head and slipped out of his mouth, hands pumping at his cock quickly, and cum splashing down on Sunggyu’s face.
Woohyun bit his lip as he watched Dongwoo paint Sunggyu’s face with his cum. It mingled with the other slowly drying semen. Sunggyu’s right eye had shut since a splatter had dripped down from his eyebrow on its way down his face. Woohyun rubbed his thumb into the side of Sunggyu’s face, “Hyung, you’re all messy. Looks like you’re going to need to take a shower.”
With one eye closed, Sunggyu stared Woohyun down, “Give me your shirt.”
Woohyun laughed and waved his hands in the air before Sunggyu lunged at him.
3. Infinite: girl Sungyeol/ girl Woohyun NC-17 (for infinitememe)
Yeolna straddled Woohee with her long legs bent on either side of the couch. Her short flimsy pajama shorts ridding up and exposing a hint of her yellow underwear. All she wanted was to have a cuddle on the couch and perhaps something more, but Woohee was already taking up the entirety of the couch with her legs and limbs and hot figure in tight yoga pants. She was just lying there asking to be jumped on.
Woohee lowered the magazine she was reading, “What?” There was a confused expression on her face that Yeolna loved to cause (Woohee was always so prepared for everything). Her perfect chest heaved up and down as she sighed, exhaling under Yeolna’s weight. Yeolna’s eyes caught each and every important movement.
She wasn’t wearing a bra today, and Yeolna wanted to touch them. She had just woken up from a very unsatisfying sexual dream and was high off frustration and hormones.
There was something lodged in Yeolna’s throat as she looked at Woohee - laying beneath her with glasses on, messy hair, loose t-shirt. Those fucking yoga pants. “Ah - ” she said, voice breaking, legs trembling, Woohee looked gorgeous like this. Momentarily, Yeolna felt something tingle deep inside her. “Just wanted to see what you were doing,” - Yeolna bit her bottom lip - “god, your boobs are amazing.”
Shit, Yeolna thought, she was thinking aloud again.
Woohee chuckled and threw her magazine on the floor; it landed with a loud slap that brought Yeolna back to her senses. “What is with your daily fascination with my boobs? Have you started drinking too much coffee again?” There was a teasing quality in Woohee’s words making Yeolna frown and pull her long hair behind her ears.
“But yours are so big and feel so good in my hand, and you look great in shirts. Mine are small and pathetic.” Yeolna touched her chest gently, feeling the small round mounds of flesh and fat that stopped growing when she began high school. No matter how much she drooled over lingerie models and massaged her own chest, they never got any bigger. Being tall with no boobs or ass to speak of was like a being a beanpole.
All she had wanted for her birthday for four years was an increase in cup size. No such luck.
She felt Woohee’s stomach shift under her ass, sliding her down closer to Woohee’s crotch. Woohee was staring at her intently now, making Yeolna feel exposed in her sleep shirt that made her look like a boy. She rubbed her tongue against the back of her teeth.
Woohee’s eyes and tongue were shrewd when she wanted them to be.
“But I like them small,” Woohee said, wrapping her hands around Yeolna’s ribcage, “they look great when you bounce them up and down for me.” Her fingers had slid up and were dangerously close to Yeolna’s nipples. Yeolna could feel them harden at the brief swipe of Woohee’s thumb.
Yeolna pressed her ass into Woohee’s crotch out of sheer joy.
A whine escaped her throat, “But, they’re so tiny, I practically look like a boy. I think even Sungjungie’s boobs are bigger than mine.” It wasn’t fair. However, Yeolna was having a hard time concentrating on being bitter when Woohee held on to her and unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt and slipping a hand inside. The tingling sensation became stronger, and her breathing sped up.
Woohee’s fingers rolled the bud of her nipple, tugging at it and dipping into the soft flesh around it. It was sending warm shivers down Yeolna’s spine. Woohee hummed and Yeolna felt her rub soft circles into her side above her hip. A dull throb answered her call of a mental shut down.
She’d be begging to ride Woohee’s hand in an instant if this kept up.
“Well, here’s some good news for you, you’re definitely not a boy.” The hand by her hip curled the waistband of her shorts away from her body. They glided down past Yeolna’s underwear and touched that special spot where the heat was gathering. Slipping even lower until Yeolna brought her hips up off Woohee’s stomach, kneeling above her while Woohee’s finger pressed inside her. There was a stirring wetness dripping down and slickening Woohee’s teasing finger.
“Only girl parts detected!” Woohee’s hand slid out of her and wet fingers dug into Yeolna’s side. She was pushed further up on to her knees as Woohee shifted to get out from under her. “Think you can show me just how much your cute boobs move?” Woohee asked. She looked wild and sexy in that moment.
Yeolna found herself being pushed down to the other end of the couch and her shorts and underwear being slowly pulled down bit by bit.
She looked down at her chest and saw how they shook up and down with each little jostle back and forth.
“Oh.”
4. Infinite: girl Dongwoo/ girl Sunggyu NC-17 (for infinitememe)
Sunkyu dug her fingers into the fake leather of her favorite armchair, breathing heavily and spreading her legs as wide as they went at the same time. Her heart was thumping with each broad wet swipe of tongue sucking and teasing her. Slowly, she was falling to pieces. The blouse she was wearing was constricting her breasts along with the push up bra the lingerie saleslady had said would ‘work wonders’ for her size.
“Dongjoo fuck,” Sunkyu said, trying to remember how to breath through her nose, “Dongjoo please.”
Dongjoo’s tongue glided over her most sensitive spot, and Sunkyu could feel the blood pounding in her groin, a roar whose beat could almost be heard in her ears. The muscles down there contracting and twitching against the finger Dongjoo had curled up inside her, stroking the top of her inner walls with a come hither gesture.
She could barely keep herself holding on to the couch without bucking up into Dongjoo’s face. Dongjoo’s long wavy hair swept over her shoulders and it tickled the insides of her thighs, but each brush of hair against thigh made Sunkyu hyperaware of what was happening.
This was not what she had in mind when she asked Dongjoo inside for drinks. What had she gotten herself into the other night?
The dinner date wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t going spectacular either. Dongjoo was talking enthusiastically about the young kids she taught dance too, and all Sunkyu could do was nod her head and stare at the way Dongjoo’s necklace fell into her low v-neck shirt. When the waiter came around to refill their water glasses, Sunkyu almost dropped a piece of pasta into her lap. The offending sauce laden noodle was at her lips before it fell off her fork and hit the table.
Dongjoo leaned over and wiped Sunkyu’s mouth for her - Sunkyu wanted to do something else with those fingers. Sunkyu composed herself, she was a cold city woman, and did not insinuate that she wanted to fuck her partner on the first date.
Plus, Dongjoo was a friend of Hoyeon’s and if she insulted her chastity she’d have to get into a fistfight with the bitch from Busan (Hoyeon so lovingly called her demon bitch in return). She’d known Dongjoo through Hoyeon for about a year before Sunkyu decided to go for it and ask her out of a date out of curiosity - nothing to do with the fact that Dongjoo’s laughter made her weak at the knees. Or that she’d been crushing on Dongjoo hard for months now.
“Is your food good?” Sunkyu asked; she had no idea what to talk about, fuck.
“It’s a little spicy.”
Shit, fuck, damnit, Sunkyu thought, “Do you want mine instead? I can eat spicy food.” With a full glass of water Sunkyu could do anything.
“It’s okay, I like it.” Dongjoo smiled and licked her lips, “My lips are tingling.”
Sunkyu narrowed her eyes, wondering if Dongjoo was being coy or she was reading too much into it. “Oh…well, did you hear about the musical director’s new baby?”
“Yeah, saw a picture too. She’s really cute. I hope she brings the baby into work one day so we can see her.”
This was so much easier when they were all drinking beer and wearing sweat pants at Hoyeon’s apartment. Sunkyu shoveled pasta in her mouth in a plea to not have to start more awkward conversation. She felt something graze her right leg and almost choked on her mouthful of chicken and noodles.
“Are you okay?” Dongjoo asked. Sunkyu coughed it out.
Her throat cleared out with a long gulp of water. “I’m okay. I told Sungjung today she’d really have to pick up the pace with the director out on maternity leave, but she threw the scripts in the air and stormed out of the room. Kid these days, I swear.”
That touch was moving alongside her right leg again, and Sunkyu didn’t want to move for fear it’d stop.
“Maybe she was having a tough day,” said Dongwoo. She smiled and twirled her fork in her seafood pasta. “Perhaps you should go easy on her.”
That touch was a foot and that foot was traveling up and down Sunkyu’s leg. Frozen, Sunkyu opened her mouth and closed it several times, “I guess so, but - ”
“She broke up with her boyfriend last week.”
There went the bombshell, Sunkyu now felt like a horrible person.
“Well fuck.”
“It’s okay, she isn’t crying anymore.”
“That sure makes me feel better. Should I apologize?” Sunkyu twisted the napkin in her lap.
Dongjoo waved her hands, “She’s fine, Hoyeon’s been looking after her.”
As if that made everything peachy. “Hoyeon? Hoyeon is looking after her? But Hoyeon will eat her alive. I should call Myungsoon.”
Dongjoo’s foot was almost python grabbing her leg. “Don’t worry about unnie, Sungjung can take care of herself. And we’re still having dinner.”
“Oh, right.” Sunkyu stared down at her remaining one fourth of a plate of pasta. “We should finish eating because we’re here at a restaurant.”
Dongjoo laughed; the foot loosened and resumed it gentle stroking. Sunkyu had never been more thankful for a busy restaurant and a booth squeezed into a full seating area to save space. If someone saw Dongjoo feeling up her leg like the amazon goddess - Dongjoo had thighs of gold - she was, then they’d be grade a perverts.
All Sunkyu wanted to do was eat her food quickly and take Dongjoo back to her apartment and offer to show her a good time. However, Dongjoo was a sweet girl with a nice disposition who also apparently was hiding being a giant flirt. Sunkyu wished to grab that foot and put it somewhere more useful, like her crotch.
Sunkyu hoped her methods of seduction these past few weeks had been working.
She sat rigid in her seat, eating the rest of her food while Dongjoo looked beautiful across from her, telling her some strange story about ordering the wrong color of sneakers online and now being the proud owner of bright neon dance shoes, which she loved. Happy mistake.
Dongjoo could be wearing a kilt and floral print leggings with neon colored pubic hair and Sunkyu wouldn’t care because she wanted to date Dongjoo and her fun loving glass half full but I’ll still punch you in the face if you piss me off personality.
It was all she could ask for in a partner besides being able to put up with her morning grouchiness and general dislike for cleaning, or moving.
When they stepped out of the restaurant, Sunkyu’s wallet was emptier than it had been in a while. Yet, it was worth it to see Dongjoo get embarrassed when she refused to let her pay.
“Dongjoo, would you like to go back to my place and have a few drinks? I bought some new special ones I want to try out.”
Dongjoo latched onto her arm, her chest sliding over Sunkyu’s bare arms, “I’d love to have a few drinks unnie, let’s go and celebrate our first date!”
Sunkyu blushed; Dongjoo was too adorable sometimes.
“Dongjoo!” Words spilled from Sunkyu’s lips as Dongjoo increased the pace of her rubbing, her tongue swirling and pressing down on her clit. Dongjoo ate it up and Sunkyu couldn’t hold on any longer, the mounting pressure releasing and overflowing her entire body with pleasure. For those seconds, Sunkyu forgot everything but Dongjoo’s mouth and beating of her own heart.
The fingers slipped out of her, everything was so wet.
“Do you feel better unnie?”
Sunkyu had never experienced a better hangover cure than this before.
5. Infinite: ot7 PG-13 (for infinitememe)
Sunggyu’s head was pounding, his mouth dry and tasting of all things disgusting, teeth furry with last night’s adventures. Swallowing was an unpleasant experience, and he needed to find something, anything, to gargle. Eyes half open, he blearily stumbled off the couch and across the suite, looking for the bathroom.
His feet connected with something solid. Startled, Sunggyu opened his eyes and saw the lamp from the side table overturned and on the floor, as well as the couch cushions strewn around the room. The room was a fucking mess; drink glasses on the floor, the tables, and furniture not anywhere near their original positions. A feather boa ripped to pieces over the tiled floor and room service carts with half eaten food on them.
Shit, Sunggyu thought, tiptoeing around a tower of beer cans and Hoya passed out on the floor. He reached the bathroom and closed the door behind him, bladder aching as he opened his boxers to get himself out, kicking the toilet seat up with his foot.
Sunggyu was happily pissing when he heard a groaning noise coming from the bathtub. He let out a tiny shriek; Sungyeol was curled up in the bathtub with a pillow and a half full bottle of vodka under his arm, wearing only his boxers, a crumpled dress shirt, and one sock.
Needless to say, Sunggyu missed some of the toilet bowl and splashed over the top of the toilet itself. “Fucking shit Sungyeol wake the fuck up.” Now Sunggyu was awake and alert.
Sungyeol groaned and turned around in the bathtub, his long legs cramped up in an odd fetal position. “Hyung?” Sungyeol said, “Why are you in the bathroom?”
“Why am I in the bathroom?” Sunggyu questioned, a frown on his face, “Why the actual fuck are you in the bathroom? And sleeping in the bathtub?”
“The bathtub?” Sungyeol looked disoriented as he sat up, hands trying to grasp the smooth walls of the white plastic tub. “Wait? Why am I in the bathroom?”
“That’s what I just asked you, you dipshit.”
Sungyeol gave Sunggyu an eyes half open version of an angry glare, eyebrows narrowing together, but his hair was sticking up in all directions and he only looked like an angry man-child. He held up the bottle of vodka and then dropped it down into his lap, “I am never drinking vodka ever again, ever. And stop pissing in front of me.”
Giving his dick one final shake, Sunggyu tucked himself back into his boxers and grabbed a wad of toilet paper to wipe off his bad aim. While he was cleaning up, Sunggyu watched Sungyeol wobble out of the tub.
He flushed the toilet. “Get yourself cleaned up,” Sunggyu told Sungyeol, who was staring at the mirror. “What are you looking at?”
Sungyeol was pulling back the collar of the dress shirt to reveal two dark and painful bruises on the side of his neck. “What the hell,” Sungyeol said, touching the bruises with two fingers.
“Who gave you those?” Sunggyu laughed. “You look like you were attacked by a leech.”
“I am never drinking vodka again,” Sungyeol whined pitifully, the dark circles under his eyes making him look even more dazed. Sunggyu’s upper lip curled up as he saw how bloated his face appeared in the mirror.
He pushed Sungyeol out of the way to splash some soap and water on his hands - just enough to rub whatever piss he got on his fingers off. Sungyeol wondered out of the bathroom with an odd hunched over limp in his walk, which Sunggyu figured he got from sleeping in the bathtub.
When he exited the bathroom himself, he took one more glance around the room and sighed, they were so fucked.
6. Myname: Seyong/Chaejin PG
Seyong threw back another shot of soju, grimacing as the burn traveled down his throat, tasteless and uninspiring. The rejection was still fresh on his mind - a sure symptom of not enough alcohol. Everything was moving too slow. Perhaps he should just drink straight from the bottle and sign up for a pole dancing class since that’s all he was good for anyway according to him.
All Seyong wanted to do was drink until he forgot why he came here, and then pick himself up and become a better man tomorrow.
Maybe.
He wiped his nose on his sleeve, the cold night air causing his nose to run and the tips of his ears to tingle, but the soju made him feel warm.
A hand gently touched his shoulder, “Sir, are you okay?” The soft high sound of a boy going through puberty roused him from his thoughts.
Seyong shrugged the hand off, but the person was persistent, so he turned his head to the side to tell whomever it was to mind their own business. He wasn’t a charity case.
But, the instant Seyong locked eyes on the kid, Seyong felt like he had just found his savior in the form of a messy haired teen with a warm smile. Here was someone whose mere presence calmed him from the teen’s red nipped nose and cheeks, to the curl of his fingers at the edge of his apron. He had to take a moment to blink away the alcohol haze, wondering if the halo of light that surrounded the boy was all in his head.
It turned out to be just a trick of the light.
“Do you need anything?” The teenager asked, clearing away his empty bowl and glancing down at Seyong’s almost empty soju bottle. He seemed apprehensive; he probably thought Seyong was another alcoholic.
Seyong smiled as big as he could muster - it wasn’t so hard after all. “Could you just,” - he rubbed at his stubbly chin - “tell me your name?”
“Chaejin, it’s Chaejin.”
Chaejin smiled back and handed him a napkin wipe.
Seyong blew his nose into the napkin. Perhaps he didn’t have to try to pretend to himself anymore, the clock was ticking and it didn’t seem so cold outside.
“Thanks Chaejin. Hey, do you work here everyday?”
7. Vixx: Hongbin/Ravi NC-17 (for kprompts)
They were alone, laid out in the closet room because they were both sick, and the fan wasn’t working at full speed - no one knew why, but Hongbin suspected Hyuk.
Hongbin panted into Ravi’s neck, his breath coming out short and shallow, nose buried into sweaty skin. The heat in the room heavy even with the window cracked open, street noises from below traveling up into their apartment. It was so hot, and when Ravi dragged his hand across the bulge in Hongbin’s loose boxers, Hongbin almost bit his tongue in shock.
There was words unsaid spilling out of his mouth as tiny whimpers, dribbling down his chin as unintelligible babble. He scratched his nails down the side of Ravi’s leg and swatted lazily at Ravi’s hands trying to scrape down his own skin. Laughing, Hongbin let Ravi push him down on his bedding, all sticky skin and sweaty t-shirts.
“When did you paint your nails?” Ravi asked, voice nasally from his summer cold. He was pulling back the waistband of his underwear and easing it down his hips bit by bit. Tease.
Hongbin rolled over onto his knees, eager to put his hands on what was peeking out the tip of Ravi’s waistband. “Last night, do you like it?” He had painted his nails black while watching a television show on an iPad when Ravi had been passed out in his bedroom after taking his cold medicine, his snoring more subdued than normal.
“It’s sexy.”
“You want to see what they look like on your dick?” Hongbin said as he ran them up and down what was still covered by clothing. He smiled widely and circled his thumb around the head of Ravi’s cock that was sticking out. It’s tip flushed and bold against the grey colored underwear.
Ravi’s eyelids fluttered for a second, “Dimples…your dimples.”
“That’s a yes then.” Hongbin wrinkled his nose, lips curling back into a smile that he couldn’t hope to control. His smile was contagious, infecting Ravi who grinned and pulled his underwear down completely.
Hongbin took that as a go ahead to wrap his hand around Ravi’s cock, the other holding onto Ravi’s hip, fingers dipping into the soft flesh of Ravi’s ass. Ravi seemed to enjoy it, encouraging him to stoke his hand up and down in a certain manner, thighs trembling under his hands.
Even Hongbin had to admit that it was hot - sexy in a new way - watching his painted nails and fingers encircle Ravi’s dick. He could feel the urgency flowing through Ravi by the way he pulled his t-shirt back with one hand and dug a hand into his hair with the other, pulling up at the roots. However, he was concentrating on the way his hands were moving and was caught off guard.
The tug on his hair was painful, and forced Hongbin’s neck back, eyes staring straight into Ravi’s. His eyes met Ravi’s half lidded gaze and watched as his mouth fell open and tongue licked his bottom lip. “Feel good?” Hongbin asked, feeling the beat of his heart speed up as Ravi let go of his hair and moved his hand down to hold Hongbin’s neck.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple moving against Ravi’s thumb, skin drawn taunt by the grip. Hongbin switched up his hand position, rubbing the head in his palm - it drove Ravi crazy - and twisting his hand in a different direction.
“You’re so good at this,” - Ravi’s thumb stroked Hongbin’s neck - “you’re so sexy.”
Hongbin’s neck was tingling where Ravi was touching him. “Are you going to help me out?” His own dick hard and waiting to be touched, dampening his boxers.
Ravi hummed and moved in closer, his hips so close to Hongbin’s face he was practically breathing on his cock. “Open your mouth first.”
“Bitch,” Hongbin said under his breath, but dropped his jaw open and let Ravi thrust inside, just past his lips and onto his tongue. He knew Ravi was just playing rough, he was a big softy, and if Hongbin played his cards right he could get a blow job out of this. They both couldn’t get any sicker if they were suffering from the same cold anyway.
So, he made it wet, letting drool escape his lips and wrapping his tongue around the tip. His hand working on what wasn’t in his mouth. It wasn’t long before the little noises seeping out of Ravi made him anticipate what was to come, judging by the way both of Ravi’s hands dug into his shoulders.
“I’m -” Ravi choked out, sound thick and blocked with his cold. He jerked his hips away from Hongbin, cock slipping out of his lips, and Hongbin pumped his hand one last time before he felt the familiar - too familiar - splash falling across his face. It hit his cheek, nose and lips in several long streaks.
Hongbin let go of Ravi’s cock and fell back on his heels, “How were they?” He was referring to his fingernails, lifting his hand up wipe off his face.
He wasn’t expecting Ravi to grab his wrist, bend down, and pop two of his fingers into his mouth, Ravi’s tongue sucking off his own semen. Ravi said as he pulled Hongbin’s clean fingers out of his mouth.
“Delicious.”