[flashfic] meme fills
Title: don't panic
Pairing: baekhyun/do
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: baekhyun fingers kyungsoo. written for this prompt on exopromptmeme. 766 words.
Kyungsoo's usually pretty good about knowing his limits: how much gochujang to put in his bibimbap so that it's spicy enough but won't set his mouth on fire, how many times he can attempt high D# before his throat starts itching, how late he can stay up to finish the book he's reading and still not be absolutely wrecked in the morning. It's a nice skill to have. Things are always under his control. Routine. Stable. Easy to deal with.
It means, though, that when shit does tip south, it always takes him a while to recalibrate. It doesn't happen often, and he can handle himself well enough to get through it most of the time, but occasionally he'll drink too much coffee or push himself too hard in the practice rooms-and then it'll feel like he's going to shudder out of his own skin until Chanyeol's hand smooths over his back or Joonmyun plunks a warm mug of tea in his hands. "You'll be fine," one of them will say, warm and fond, and Kyungsoo'll start breathing okay again.
Baekhyun's definition of friendship is a little different. Or-his definition of how to dissipate someone else's pent-up neuroses, at least, because the next time Kyungsoo gets jittery, limbs locked and chest tight after a long day tucked into a recording booth with nothing but the morning's chewed-up saltines rolling around in his stomach, Baekhyun neatly bypasses any of the normal comforting gestures and goes straight for the zipper on Kyungsoo's jeans.
"Uh," Kyungsoo says shakily, into Baekhyun's grin. He isn't sure why his lips want to curl up in answer, but he has some idea. "Are we really going to do this here?" is the question he decides to ask. "Seunghwan-hyung's probably waiting for us downstairs."
"I'll make it quick," Baekhyun promises. "It'll be good." He pulls back and sucks two slim fingers into his mouth, other hand sliding into Kyungsoo's boxers to pull his dick to full hardness.
Kyungsoo's eyebrows rise at the implication even as he sits back against the couch, heart squeezing in his ribcage. "Really?"
The digits slide out from between his lips with a dull pop, slick with saliva. He wiggles them in the air. "I've seen the way you look at these," he replies, grinning again.
Kyungsoo chuckles a little, hair falling into his eyes as he dips his neck. "Caught me."
"You aren't as subtle as you think you are." Baekhyun leans forward, wet hand ghosting past the small of Kyungsoo's back on its way down. "Tell me if it hurts," Baekhyun says, voice going rough around the edges.
"I thought you said-" Kyungsoo starts, but the words break off in his throat when the first finger makes its way into his asshole. His breath hitches at the intrusion and his hands clench against Baekhyun's thighs. Baekhyun presses a steadying kiss against the underside of his chin and thrusts leisurely with the one finger until Kyungsoo's used to it before introducing the second. "Shit."
The hand on Kyungsoo's dick starts moving again, easy jerks in tandem with the fingers prodding up his ass. Kyungsoo sighs, sweat gathering at his brow. As the pressure in his stomach builds he can feel the rest of his body going lax with pleasure. He shuts his eyes and pretends he can see Baekhyun's fingers curving up inside him as he adds a twisting third, wonders what it would be like to watch Baekhyun fucking him open, the slender knobs of his knuckles rubbing past the rim of Kyungsoo's asshole as his other hand reaches around to grab a butt cheek and pull it taut for better access.
His head falls forward against Baekhyun's shoulder. Baekhyun works his fingers in as deep as they'll go, hits an odd angle that makes Kyungsoo feel like he might actually shake apart-and then he's coming all over the lining of his boxers, mouth flush against Baekhyun's collarbone as he moans through it. The pads of Baekhyun's fingers stay fastened securely inside him, firm as a brick wall.
Kyungsoo's eyes are watering a little when he comes down from it, moisture gathered at the corners that he brushes away with the back of his hand. Baekhyun's lips turn up. He wipes his hands casually against his shirt, along a part of the fabric hidden underneath his jacket, and asks, "You okay now?"
Kyungsoo inhales slowly, lets the stale air fill his lungs to full capacity before exhaling again, loose-limbed and lethargic. "Yeah," he says, and Baekhyun's eyes crinkle at the corners. "Yeah, I am."
Title: drink lemonade and speak real slow
Pairing: kai/do
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: sleepy summer kaisoo romance. written for this prompt on exopromptmeme. 1,323 words.
"It is far, far too hot to be dressed like that," Jongin drawls. The individual syllables melt together in his mouth, like popsicle sticks bleeding fluorescent color. He rearranges himself on the porch for maximum shade and cocks his head, squinting against the sunlight. "I think I'm getting secondhand heat stroke just looking at you."
Kyungsoo's swaddled in a thin sweatshirt and ill-fitting jeans that reach past his feet and scrape against the floorboards with every step he takes. "Sorry that I burn instead of tan," he returns absently, propping a hand against his forehead to peer out across the lawn. "Precautionary measures."
They'd decided to come to Joonmyun's parents' lake house to escape Seoul's oppressive summer weather, but over the weekend a heat wave from hell descended and the air conditioning in the entire place went out with a quiet sputter. He'd been roused from sleep at half past noon literally swimming in his own sweat, breath choked up in his lungs from the humidity. Even now, he can hear Baekhyun and Chanyeol's voices floating up from the basement in indistinct puffs. They've been trying to fix the problem for hours. Sehun thinks they'll do it; Jongin has his money riding on a sad admission of defeat later on in the afternoon that Joonmyun will attempt to console with copious amounts of melted ice cream.
"Let's go," Kyungsoo says, voice cutting sharply through Jongin's sluggish thoughts.
Jongin blinks and props himself up on his elbows. His tank top sticks uncomfortably against his chest. "Where?"
"To the lake."
"Hyung, it's disgusting out," he protests, grimacing, but doesn't put up much of a fight when Kyungsoo grabs his arm and drags him down the steps.
"It's disgusting everywhere," Kyungsoo fires back. His hand feels like it's burning a ring around Jongin's wrist as they walk down to the water, Kyungsoo a couple steps ahead and Jongin slouching after him. He's close enough that he can see the sweat beading in Kyungsoo's hair. One drop of perspiration liberates itself from the edge of his hairline and rolls down his nape. Jongin flexes his neck and forcibly resists the urge to lean forward and lick it off, throat constricting from the effort. He settles for licking his own lips instead.
The lake shimmers a bright cerulean when they get to the tiny dock. A couple of geese swim around at the far side, dunking their heads over and over into the waves. Jongin dips his toe in at the edge; the water's deliciously cold.
"Oh, shit," Kyungsoo mutters on his left. When Jongin glances over he's carding his fingers through his hair, frowning. "Forgot swimming trunks."
"Who cares?" Jongin says, and before Kyungsoo can do anything Jongin pulls his shirt over his head and shimmies out of his jeans and boxers, leaves everything in a haphazard pile on the soggy wood and launches himself into the lake.
It's fucking freezing at first, but he gets used to the temperature fast enough. He backstrokes out past the shallow banks and lets the water close over his head when it gets deep enough. With his eyes squeezed shut and his body encased in the cool embrace of antigravity, he can pretend he's floating. He exhales into the dark, bubbles ripped out of his mouth and rising back toward the surface, his feet barely scraping the rock below.
His chest starts protesting after a minute or two and he kicks up for air, head swiveling back toward the dock. Kyungsoo's nowhere to be found. Jongin hums, bemused, and sucks in a deep-
An arm wraps around his shoulders from behind and Jongin nearly swallows a lungful of water instead. "Why'd you have to go out so far?" Kyungsoo complains, breath ghosting over the shell of his ear, chest plastered against Jongin's back.
"Hyung," Jongin gasps. "You fucking scared me."
One of Kyungsoo's legs tangles around Jongin's waist as he swings around and Jongin almost chokes again. "My bad," he says, but he's grinning when his face looms into view.
Jongin treads water with his legs and picks at the wet fabric of Kyungsoo's sweatshirt, decidedly ignoring the foot brushing up against the small of his back and how he's already half-hard. Jesus. He didn't think that was possible in such cold water. "I can't believe you're still wearing all your shit," he says, trying to keep his voice level.
Kyungsoo shrugs. "I needed to wash this stuff anyway."
"In a lake?"
"Please," Kyungsoo scoffs. "Who do you think I am?" He splashes water in Jongin's face and Jongin yelps, jerking backward.
Which brings his burgeoning erection right up against the underside of Kyungsoo's knee. Jongin immediately tries to scoot away, extricate himself from the potential disaster as Kyungsoo's eyes go wide, but the arm around his neck tightens and Kyungsoo's fingers dig into his skin.
"You're-"
Jongin clenches his eyes shut, flush rising in his cheeks. "It's not-I just-I'm sorry-"
"-really dumb, you know that?"
His eyes pop open again. "What?"
Kyungsoo cranes his head forward and presses their mouths together, hot tongue sliding past Jongin's lips. It takes him a minute to respond through the shock. He's afraid that Kyungsoo's going to pull back and laugh it off, pretend it was all some sort of joke-but Jongin rides out the long moment and Kyungsoo doesn't seem to be going anywhere. Jongin tilts his head and kisses him back, nerveless fingers pulling at Kyungsoo's shirt.
Kyungsoo hooks his other leg around Jongin's waist and grinds down against his cock. Being submerged makes everything weird and slow and the rough fabric of Kyungsoo's jeans burn, but then Kyungsoo's hand reaches down to wrap around his erection thumb the head of his dick and Jongin lets out an embarrassing groan, one that breaks into a high squeak in the middle.
Kyungsoo laughs into his mouth before pulling back, lips slick with spit.
"This is really unhygienic," Jongin sighs mulishly.
Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow. "Says the kid who once wore the same outfit to dance practice three weeks in a row."
"You always said you wanted to rub off on me," Jongin retorts. Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, but he lets Jongin paddle them back to shore.
They stretch out across the wooden boards and Kyungsoo jerks him off properly, mouth fastened to Jongin's neck like a vise. It's still hot as hell, and sweat replaces the lake water as it evaporates. Somewhere down the line Jongin's hand finds its way into Kyungsoo's pants, too, his dick warm and solid in Jongin's palm as they pull each other to completion.
Afterwards, Jongin lies spread-eagle out on the dock, Kyungsoo's fingers playing with his hair. There are so many things he wants to ask-since when and how long and again, please but the heat makes him more lethargic than ever and his head feels to big for his skull. The words never make it past a dull sort of buildup in his throat. At any rate, the impromptu scalp massage and the fact that Kyungsoo hasn't run away screaming yet both seem like pretty positive indicators. They can always talk about it later.
Jongin turns his head to stare up. The bridge of Kyungsoo's nose is already going a bit pink in the light of the setting sun; he'll probably have a terrible sunburn tomorrow.
"It's so fucking hot," he mumbles, and raps his knuckles against Kyungsoo's knee.
"Want to go for another dip?"
"Yeah," Jongin says, rising to his feet. He scoops one arm beneath Kyungsoo's legs and the other around his back and heaves him over into the water, grinning when Kyungsoo comes up spluttering.
"What the hell," he yells.
Jongin throws a casual peace sign into the air and dives in after him.
A/N: title of the second is from summer girls by lfo, only the greatest summer fling song in the world~*~
Pairing: baekhyun/do
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: baekhyun fingers kyungsoo. written for this prompt on exopromptmeme. 766 words.
Kyungsoo's usually pretty good about knowing his limits: how much gochujang to put in his bibimbap so that it's spicy enough but won't set his mouth on fire, how many times he can attempt high D# before his throat starts itching, how late he can stay up to finish the book he's reading and still not be absolutely wrecked in the morning. It's a nice skill to have. Things are always under his control. Routine. Stable. Easy to deal with.
It means, though, that when shit does tip south, it always takes him a while to recalibrate. It doesn't happen often, and he can handle himself well enough to get through it most of the time, but occasionally he'll drink too much coffee or push himself too hard in the practice rooms-and then it'll feel like he's going to shudder out of his own skin until Chanyeol's hand smooths over his back or Joonmyun plunks a warm mug of tea in his hands. "You'll be fine," one of them will say, warm and fond, and Kyungsoo'll start breathing okay again.
Baekhyun's definition of friendship is a little different. Or-his definition of how to dissipate someone else's pent-up neuroses, at least, because the next time Kyungsoo gets jittery, limbs locked and chest tight after a long day tucked into a recording booth with nothing but the morning's chewed-up saltines rolling around in his stomach, Baekhyun neatly bypasses any of the normal comforting gestures and goes straight for the zipper on Kyungsoo's jeans.
"Uh," Kyungsoo says shakily, into Baekhyun's grin. He isn't sure why his lips want to curl up in answer, but he has some idea. "Are we really going to do this here?" is the question he decides to ask. "Seunghwan-hyung's probably waiting for us downstairs."
"I'll make it quick," Baekhyun promises. "It'll be good." He pulls back and sucks two slim fingers into his mouth, other hand sliding into Kyungsoo's boxers to pull his dick to full hardness.
Kyungsoo's eyebrows rise at the implication even as he sits back against the couch, heart squeezing in his ribcage. "Really?"
The digits slide out from between his lips with a dull pop, slick with saliva. He wiggles them in the air. "I've seen the way you look at these," he replies, grinning again.
Kyungsoo chuckles a little, hair falling into his eyes as he dips his neck. "Caught me."
"You aren't as subtle as you think you are." Baekhyun leans forward, wet hand ghosting past the small of Kyungsoo's back on its way down. "Tell me if it hurts," Baekhyun says, voice going rough around the edges.
"I thought you said-" Kyungsoo starts, but the words break off in his throat when the first finger makes its way into his asshole. His breath hitches at the intrusion and his hands clench against Baekhyun's thighs. Baekhyun presses a steadying kiss against the underside of his chin and thrusts leisurely with the one finger until Kyungsoo's used to it before introducing the second. "Shit."
The hand on Kyungsoo's dick starts moving again, easy jerks in tandem with the fingers prodding up his ass. Kyungsoo sighs, sweat gathering at his brow. As the pressure in his stomach builds he can feel the rest of his body going lax with pleasure. He shuts his eyes and pretends he can see Baekhyun's fingers curving up inside him as he adds a twisting third, wonders what it would be like to watch Baekhyun fucking him open, the slender knobs of his knuckles rubbing past the rim of Kyungsoo's asshole as his other hand reaches around to grab a butt cheek and pull it taut for better access.
His head falls forward against Baekhyun's shoulder. Baekhyun works his fingers in as deep as they'll go, hits an odd angle that makes Kyungsoo feel like he might actually shake apart-and then he's coming all over the lining of his boxers, mouth flush against Baekhyun's collarbone as he moans through it. The pads of Baekhyun's fingers stay fastened securely inside him, firm as a brick wall.
Kyungsoo's eyes are watering a little when he comes down from it, moisture gathered at the corners that he brushes away with the back of his hand. Baekhyun's lips turn up. He wipes his hands casually against his shirt, along a part of the fabric hidden underneath his jacket, and asks, "You okay now?"
Kyungsoo inhales slowly, lets the stale air fill his lungs to full capacity before exhaling again, loose-limbed and lethargic. "Yeah," he says, and Baekhyun's eyes crinkle at the corners. "Yeah, I am."
Title: drink lemonade and speak real slow
Pairing: kai/do
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: sleepy summer kaisoo romance. written for this prompt on exopromptmeme. 1,323 words.
"It is far, far too hot to be dressed like that," Jongin drawls. The individual syllables melt together in his mouth, like popsicle sticks bleeding fluorescent color. He rearranges himself on the porch for maximum shade and cocks his head, squinting against the sunlight. "I think I'm getting secondhand heat stroke just looking at you."
Kyungsoo's swaddled in a thin sweatshirt and ill-fitting jeans that reach past his feet and scrape against the floorboards with every step he takes. "Sorry that I burn instead of tan," he returns absently, propping a hand against his forehead to peer out across the lawn. "Precautionary measures."
They'd decided to come to Joonmyun's parents' lake house to escape Seoul's oppressive summer weather, but over the weekend a heat wave from hell descended and the air conditioning in the entire place went out with a quiet sputter. He'd been roused from sleep at half past noon literally swimming in his own sweat, breath choked up in his lungs from the humidity. Even now, he can hear Baekhyun and Chanyeol's voices floating up from the basement in indistinct puffs. They've been trying to fix the problem for hours. Sehun thinks they'll do it; Jongin has his money riding on a sad admission of defeat later on in the afternoon that Joonmyun will attempt to console with copious amounts of melted ice cream.
"Let's go," Kyungsoo says, voice cutting sharply through Jongin's sluggish thoughts.
Jongin blinks and props himself up on his elbows. His tank top sticks uncomfortably against his chest. "Where?"
"To the lake."
"Hyung, it's disgusting out," he protests, grimacing, but doesn't put up much of a fight when Kyungsoo grabs his arm and drags him down the steps.
"It's disgusting everywhere," Kyungsoo fires back. His hand feels like it's burning a ring around Jongin's wrist as they walk down to the water, Kyungsoo a couple steps ahead and Jongin slouching after him. He's close enough that he can see the sweat beading in Kyungsoo's hair. One drop of perspiration liberates itself from the edge of his hairline and rolls down his nape. Jongin flexes his neck and forcibly resists the urge to lean forward and lick it off, throat constricting from the effort. He settles for licking his own lips instead.
The lake shimmers a bright cerulean when they get to the tiny dock. A couple of geese swim around at the far side, dunking their heads over and over into the waves. Jongin dips his toe in at the edge; the water's deliciously cold.
"Oh, shit," Kyungsoo mutters on his left. When Jongin glances over he's carding his fingers through his hair, frowning. "Forgot swimming trunks."
"Who cares?" Jongin says, and before Kyungsoo can do anything Jongin pulls his shirt over his head and shimmies out of his jeans and boxers, leaves everything in a haphazard pile on the soggy wood and launches himself into the lake.
It's fucking freezing at first, but he gets used to the temperature fast enough. He backstrokes out past the shallow banks and lets the water close over his head when it gets deep enough. With his eyes squeezed shut and his body encased in the cool embrace of antigravity, he can pretend he's floating. He exhales into the dark, bubbles ripped out of his mouth and rising back toward the surface, his feet barely scraping the rock below.
His chest starts protesting after a minute or two and he kicks up for air, head swiveling back toward the dock. Kyungsoo's nowhere to be found. Jongin hums, bemused, and sucks in a deep-
An arm wraps around his shoulders from behind and Jongin nearly swallows a lungful of water instead. "Why'd you have to go out so far?" Kyungsoo complains, breath ghosting over the shell of his ear, chest plastered against Jongin's back.
"Hyung," Jongin gasps. "You fucking scared me."
One of Kyungsoo's legs tangles around Jongin's waist as he swings around and Jongin almost chokes again. "My bad," he says, but he's grinning when his face looms into view.
Jongin treads water with his legs and picks at the wet fabric of Kyungsoo's sweatshirt, decidedly ignoring the foot brushing up against the small of his back and how he's already half-hard. Jesus. He didn't think that was possible in such cold water. "I can't believe you're still wearing all your shit," he says, trying to keep his voice level.
Kyungsoo shrugs. "I needed to wash this stuff anyway."
"In a lake?"
"Please," Kyungsoo scoffs. "Who do you think I am?" He splashes water in Jongin's face and Jongin yelps, jerking backward.
Which brings his burgeoning erection right up against the underside of Kyungsoo's knee. Jongin immediately tries to scoot away, extricate himself from the potential disaster as Kyungsoo's eyes go wide, but the arm around his neck tightens and Kyungsoo's fingers dig into his skin.
"You're-"
Jongin clenches his eyes shut, flush rising in his cheeks. "It's not-I just-I'm sorry-"
"-really dumb, you know that?"
His eyes pop open again. "What?"
Kyungsoo cranes his head forward and presses their mouths together, hot tongue sliding past Jongin's lips. It takes him a minute to respond through the shock. He's afraid that Kyungsoo's going to pull back and laugh it off, pretend it was all some sort of joke-but Jongin rides out the long moment and Kyungsoo doesn't seem to be going anywhere. Jongin tilts his head and kisses him back, nerveless fingers pulling at Kyungsoo's shirt.
Kyungsoo hooks his other leg around Jongin's waist and grinds down against his cock. Being submerged makes everything weird and slow and the rough fabric of Kyungsoo's jeans burn, but then Kyungsoo's hand reaches down to wrap around his erection thumb the head of his dick and Jongin lets out an embarrassing groan, one that breaks into a high squeak in the middle.
Kyungsoo laughs into his mouth before pulling back, lips slick with spit.
"This is really unhygienic," Jongin sighs mulishly.
Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow. "Says the kid who once wore the same outfit to dance practice three weeks in a row."
"You always said you wanted to rub off on me," Jongin retorts. Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, but he lets Jongin paddle them back to shore.
They stretch out across the wooden boards and Kyungsoo jerks him off properly, mouth fastened to Jongin's neck like a vise. It's still hot as hell, and sweat replaces the lake water as it evaporates. Somewhere down the line Jongin's hand finds its way into Kyungsoo's pants, too, his dick warm and solid in Jongin's palm as they pull each other to completion.
Afterwards, Jongin lies spread-eagle out on the dock, Kyungsoo's fingers playing with his hair. There are so many things he wants to ask-since when and how long and again, please but the heat makes him more lethargic than ever and his head feels to big for his skull. The words never make it past a dull sort of buildup in his throat. At any rate, the impromptu scalp massage and the fact that Kyungsoo hasn't run away screaming yet both seem like pretty positive indicators. They can always talk about it later.
Jongin turns his head to stare up. The bridge of Kyungsoo's nose is already going a bit pink in the light of the setting sun; he'll probably have a terrible sunburn tomorrow.
"It's so fucking hot," he mumbles, and raps his knuckles against Kyungsoo's knee.
"Want to go for another dip?"
"Yeah," Jongin says, rising to his feet. He scoops one arm beneath Kyungsoo's legs and the other around his back and heaves him over into the water, grinning when Kyungsoo comes up spluttering.
"What the hell," he yells.
Jongin throws a casual peace sign into the air and dives in after him.
A/N: title of the second is from summer girls by lfo, only the greatest summer fling song in the world~*~