exomeme | part two hundred and thirteen

laysoo fwb 194 words bc i got stuck u__u

Kyungsoo’s head worked up a frantic pace with his tongue massaging the underside of Yixing’s dick.

“Ah.. Kyungsoo…” Yixing dropped the breathy tone and pulled back slightly at the nape of Kyungsoo’s neck, watching his fat lips slip off the end of Yixing’s boner.

“Can’t this wait until after I blow you?”

“I’ve been thinking… where’s this going?”

Kyungsoo steps to his knees, rolling his eyes and wiping off his lips with the back of his hand.

“You ruined it,” he said, slipping one leg of his black jeans over his knee.

Yixing sits back, leaning back on his elbows, frozen with profound regret. It might be the light but his eyes looked particularly dewy, if Kyungsoo bothered to meet eyes. He stands up, reaching gently to stop Kyungsoo from buttoning his jeans.

“I’m sorry. Just forget I said anything…” he pleads, giving a light tug.

“Yixing… look… my body is really attracted to your body. I’ve had some of the best orgasms every the past month,” Kyungsoo reaches up to cup his chin. “But when you say things like this, I just..”

“You don’t have to say it. It’s okay. just go…”

When Huang Zitao agreed to room with Zhang Yixing his junior year, he thought he had hit a gold mine. They had a two room double, which theoretically should be like a single that requires walking through someone else’s room to get out of, and Zhang Yixing was quiet, considerate, and most importantly clean…and, well, just about anyone was an improvement from rooming with Lu Han and Chanyeol for two years (“Two room triples are terrible. 0/10 would not recommend.”)

Okay, so rooming with Yixing isn’t entirely perfect. Sometimes Yixing stumbles in at odd hours of the night, probably because he’s studying in the library or something, and sometimes he plays guitar right before Tao goes to bed, though quietly enough that it’s almost like Yixing is singing to sleep by crooning sad songs in Chinese (and that alone makes him feel just a little bit more at home). He also has a habit of walking around mostly naked and wearing deep cut tank tops in the middle of winter and making Tao even colder just looking at him (and warmer, he guesses, for a reason he would not admit because wow. Awkward.)

And to say that Yixing is clean is not to say that he is organized. There are random clothes in small piles in his room and his desk has so much clutter that the desk alone is enough of a reason to go to library as opposed to staying in the room.

However, this is a new experience entirely.

One day, while Tao is rummaging through his closet for something to wear to a bar just off campus, he suddenly hears the outer door slam as a vaguely familiar but unidentifiable voice starts complaining loudly.

“I don’t get it! Why are you being so difficult?”

“I’m being difficult?” Yixing hisses out at a volume that Tao has never heard him speak at. “Baekhyun, I’m not the one who calls at, like, 2 AM and said ‘I’m bored, let’s hang out. Blughh’ and then is asleep and refuses to move or fucking cuddle when I get to your room.”

Oh, Baekhyun. No wonder he sounded familiar; he was always over Chanyeol’s room when Tao and him were still roommates and contribute to more than a third of the trash that piled up in their room and seventy five percent of the noise.

“Do you not understand what a booty call is?” Baekhyun yells.

“Of course I know what a booty call is. That’s why we don’t talk anywhere else. Do you think I’m dumb just because my eyes droop and I look sleepy all the time?”

Ouch. Tao should not be eavesdropping, oh dear god this is so awkward.

“My body is very attracted to your body,” Tao hears Yixing continue, “and is very, very much attracted to your fingers, but when you speak, I get so unreasonably angry that I wish I could somehow make you permanently mute or something.”

“My voice is fucking lovely, don’t kid yourself. You love it when I moan,” Baekhyun teases, and all seriousness of whatever strange argument they were having dissolves.

This is much more than Tao ever needed to know about his roommate’s sex life, though.

“It’s clearly not your voice. You just say the dumbest shit.” Yixing lets out a loud sigh.

“How about you gag me then?”

“I’d be more than happy to.” Yixing’s voice drops and octave, sounding more rough and sensual and Tao is too sober for this shit, so he slams his closet door shut and knocks over his desk chair to make unnecessary noises.

“Oops! Sorry!” Tao apologizes, and from the other room he hears the other two burst out laughing.

lmao i love this

chantao...

Chanyeol decides that Zitao is best seen and not heard. Whenever the younger boy speaks in his accented and slurred Korean, it drives Chanyeol crazy. Not in a good way. It is like nails on the chalkboard, Zitao's voice is so naturally whiny and he can't help it if his first instinct is to punch the other. Thankfully he's good at controlling his impulses and the fact that Zitao could kick his ass within the blink of an eye is a good motivator to keep his hands to himself. Mostly. Instead of meeting Zitao's face with his fist, he's found a better way to shut him up. Whenever Zitao is around him and no one else is around, Chanyeol knows the best course of action to take, the best way to shut up that whiny little voice. Instead of his fist, it's his lips. Plush and soft pushing against eager kittenish ones, hands fitting around Zitao's hips and fingers pressing into golden skin.

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559 words; baeksoo, mentions of previous chansoo

Here's the problem. Byun Baekhyun was a smarmy asshole. Byun Baekhyun was also disgustingly good-looking (when he wasn't too tired or too hungover to put on eyeliner) and sometimes so cute that Kyungsoo wants to punch a wall. Or a kitten. Or Baekhyun's face, Mostly Baekhyun's face.

Kyungsoo can't deny that he finds the boy attractive even though he did punch Baekhyun in the face when they first met.

He's just a little taller than Kyungsoo, which was good because the last person Kyungsoo dated had been Park Chanyeol and the height gap thing isn't so great after a few months or tip-toeing to kiss your boyfriend. In fact, it got old pretty fast and Kyungsoo almost always had a crick in the back of his neck after dates. Wait, why is he even comparing Baekhyun to Chanyeol. It's not like he wants to date that (attractive) fucker.

Kyungsoo looks down at his notes where his pen had tore through the paper. He exhaled noisily through his mouth before he ripped the page out and balled it up, tossing it behind him.

"Ow, hey. I come in peace!"

Kyungsoo turns around so quickly that he almost gets whiplash. Fuck, ow.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, tone flat as he narrows he eyes at the intruder. Why the fuck is Baekhyun in his room. How does Baekhyun even know where he lives. He pauses when he notices the absence of his roommate.

Jongdae that fucker.

No one is going to be able to find his body.

"I just," starts Baekhyun. He stops and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. This was weird. Baekhyun's never at a loss for words. Kyungsoo continued staring at the other with eyes full of suspicion even though his heart skipped a beat when he notices that Baekhyun's wearing gloss on his lips, which make them look more kissable than they usually did.

Kyungsoo purses his lips and stomps down that thought.

"My faculty's doing this ball thing in two weeks and I was wondering whether you'd go with me," Baekhyun says after a long while of awkward silence as he makes eye contact with his feet.

Ah.

The School of Music's ball.

Wait.

What?

"Is this a prank?" Kyungsoo asks, scowling at Baekhyun. He stands up from his desk and walks over to Baekhyun.

"If Jongdae set you up to this, please do fuck off," hisses Kyungsoo as he opens the door and gestures for Baekhyun to leave right the fuck now because he wasn't going to put up with people fucking with his feelings.

Baekhyun looks at Kyungsoo with sad, puppy-dog eyes that makes Kyungsoo's heart twinge.

"I just," he starts, shoulders slumping a little as he opens his mouth and no words come out.

"I'm sorry," he manages after a while, head bowed, dark fringe covering his eyes and his mouth twisted into a sad smile. "I'll just go. Sorry for disturbing you when you were studying."

Kyungsoo watches Baekhyun leave, shuffling away with the air of a kicked puppy with his slumped posture.

He sighs as he covers his face with his hand before he makes up his mind.

"Hey!" he shouts and watches as Baekhyun startles, turning around warily.

"What time's the ball?" he asks and is rewarded with the brightest smile he's ever seen in his life.

sa argh my tenses

uwu

704 words
bc i think about this a lot

"I'm trying to study," Kyungsoo grumbles from the spot where she's sprawled out on the bed.

Baekhyun is sitting up behind her and won't stop messing with the ends of her skirt, flipping it up and down and giggling every time he catches a glance of her panties. As if it's the first time he's seen them.

They're supposed to be studying for their politics final, but Kyungsoo should have known when Baekhyun invited her over to study in his room that not much studying was going to get done. She's been trying to read the same page in her textbook for ten minutes, but she can't ignore the burning of her skin at every location Baekhyun touches and the heat that's pooling her stomach when he runs a hand down her thigh.

"I don't want to study," Baekhyun whines, and this time when he lifts up Kyungsoo's skirt, he doesn't flip it back down. He lets his fingertips slip underneath the edge of her panties, right over the top of her ass. Even though he's barely touching, Kyungsoo can't stop herself from jerking back and trying to get him to press harder. He chuckles and pulls his hands away. Just as Kyungsoo's about to turn around and tell Baekhyun to finish what he's started, he flops onto his back and pulls out his textbook. "Okay, I think I'm ready now."

Kyungsoo scowls but doesn't respond. She doesn't want to give him the satisfaction.

It's only ten minutes before Baekhyun gets bored again.

This time, he lifts up and Kyungsoo's skirt and presses both palms of his hands firm onto Kyungsoo's ass. Kyungsoo squeaks, but once again can't stop herself from jerking back up into his touch. Baekhyun slips his fingers underneath the top of her panties this time and slips them down over the curve of her ass and all the way down her legs. Kyungsoo knows she should argue, knows that she should sit up and slap him away and put her underwear back on and get back to studying. But Baekhyun's so hot when gets like this, all confidence and bravado and stupid fucking smirks.

"You have such a nice ass," Baekhyun says, tracing his fingers along the curve of it. "Almost as nice as your tits, but not quite."

Kyungsoo groans into her arm. "Stop talking."

Baekhyun doesn't listen. Instead, he laughs and takes his middle finger, rubbing it against Kyungsoo's exposed cunt. She jerks, and Baekhyun rubs a little harder, running his finger back back and forth over her cunt and collecting the wetness there. "You're so wet," Baekhyun tries to whisper, but it comes out too loud and awkward and Kyungsoo wants to laugh, but the finger poking at her pussy is starting a feel a little uncomfortable.

Baekhyun thinks he's hot shit. Thinks his fingers are magic, thinks his dirty talking is sexy as hell, and thinks he can get Kyungsoo off in under five minutes. Kyungsoo usually has the patience to stop him, to walk him through it, and to try to do it in a way that doesn't hurt his delicate pride. Tonight, she's not feeling nearly as patient, and Baekhyun's fingers aren't feeling nearly good enough. Plus he won't shut up about how wet she is and how much he wants to fuck her soaking pussy and Kyungsoo's kind of had enough.

She sits up quickly, causing Baekhyun to jerk back and look and up in surprise. Kyungsoo can see his wet fingers dangling to his side and that image is hotter than what the dirty talk he's been attempting for the past ten minutes. She grabs him by the shoulders and shoves him down.

"You're really hot, Byun," she says, patting him on the face with her left hand. "But you have got to shut up."

With that, she lifts herself up over his body so that she's straddling his face and sits herself down. Baekhyun splutters, but it only takes him a second to adjust and start licking a stripe over Kyungsoo's cunt. She grinds hard enough that it probably cuts off Baekhyun's breathing.

With any luck, Kyungsoo can teach him how to put that tongue to good use.

hansoo mpreg porn. prompt #2 was too perfect. 1277 words.

When they finally roll back into town it's gone fall and Kyungsoo has just passed the point where he can deny being pregnant. The roundness of his stomach won't fool anyone anymore, even under his baggy black shirts. Lu Han insists on taking Kyungsoo back to his place that first night even though it's a fucking pig-sty. Kyungsoo has to fight the dirty? clean? laundry for a spot on the bed. It's harder than he remembers, considering he needs more room than he used to.

Lu Han takes so long in the shower that Kyungsoo's half-dozing by the time the door opens, huge clouds of shampoo-scented steam wafting into the room. "You asleep?" he asks.

"Yes," Kyungsoo grumbles. His back hurts again. His hips, too—he can feel the creaking in his pelvis as it shifts and spreads to accommodate the growing life inside of him. He wants his money back, this baby thing feels like a raw deal.

He'll settle for another pillow between his legs. Lu Han's, specifically. Lu Han makes a disgruntled sort of whine and crowds onto the one remaining pillow, face so close to Kyungsoo's that he can feel each humid exhale on his face, minty and clean. His hands follow, rough from hours spent practicing guitar, inching past the hem of Kyungsoo's shirt to get closer to Nessie.

(God, Kyungsoo thinks, covering Lu Han's hand with his own, I've got to stop calling it that or it's going to stick.)

"Sorry the bed's a mess. Kind of packed in a hurry—"

"I figured. You always do." Kyungsoo's knuckles hit the headboard when he stretches. "Nice to sleep in a real bed, anyway."

Lu Han hums in agreement and yawns the loudest yawn Kyungsoo's ever heard.

"Shut up. I'm resting," Kyungsoo grumbles, swatting his hand out blindly to smack Lu Han in the chest. Lu Han pointedly ignores him in favor of littering a series of wary tap-kisses down Kyungsoo's jaw to the shelf of his collarbones. Kyungsoo feels his resolve weakening. It's too exhausting to pretend to be angry when really all he wants is to give himself over.

But if Lu Han could stop talking and making noise and generally just being fucking annoying while that happens—that'd be perfect. Kyungsoo's known Lu Han since they were in elementary school, and he's always been a chatterbox, the class clown, the lovable asshole. The kind of kid who did well in his classes but preferred to be out on the football pitch. Music came later, after Kyungsoo convinced him to take the group guitar class so he wouldn't have to be alone. Lu Han was just very good at loving a lot of things, equally and enthusiastically with his whole heart. So, all things considered, Kyungsoo probably could have chosen a lot worse.

Lu Han's down at Kyungsoo's hips, now, hands braced, and noses up Kyungsoo's shirt to kiss his belly, very gently. Kyungsoo swears he hears him whisper something—he's always doing this, talking to Nessie (dammit, it already has stuck) when he thinks Kyungsoo's not paying attention.

"What are you two talking about?" Kyungsoo asks drowsily, carding his hand through Lu Han's damp hair.

"Just apologizing."

"For what?"

Lu Han doesn't answer, but Kyungsoo finds he doesn't have to. The index fingers hooked in the elastic of his underwear tell him everything he needs to know. He pats Lu Han's cheek encouragingly, lets his knees fall apart so Lu Han can crawl up between them.

Given the luxury of space, of privacy and a bed, Lu Han takes his time getting Kyungsoo good and worked up. He spends an inordinate amount of time nuzzling the soft flesh of Kyungsoo's thighs, biting them, fingers trailing slowly under Kyungsoo's balls until Kyungsoo's whimpering, half-hard and impatient. Lu Han hears it, chuckling under his breath every time Kyungsoo whines, but Lu Han makes him wait anyway.

"Pretty soon you're not going to be able to watch me suck your dick," Lu Han jokes, mouthing at the tip of Kyungsoo's cock without putting any suction or pressure on it. Kyungsoo makes an irritated grumbling noise.

"Don't want to watch you do it now," he says, even as he wraps his palm around the nape of Lu Han's neck. "Come on. I'm exhausted."

Lu Han waits, grinning, eyebrows raised to his hairline until Kyungsoo props himself up on his elbows and glares down past his erection.

"Why are you messing with me?"

"I don't know. You're kind of hot when you're mad." Lu Han manages a sleazy wink. "What can I say, I'm into aggression."

"You want aggression?" Kyungsoo asks, suddenly fully awake. Lu Han arches his eyebrow again, a defiant challenge: do your worst.

Kyungsoo usually wins his physical fights with Lu Han. Not that Lu Han's weak, by any means, but Kyungsoo's usually more insistent, always less willing to lose.

So foreplay's always been a little bit more like roughhousing with them. Lu Han's gentler now, which always frustrates Kyungsoo. The whole reason he'd fucked Lu Han in the first place was because in a moment of drunken impulsiveness, Kyungsoo had bent down to kiss Lu Han and Lu Han wasn't afraid to bite him. It was just—fucking hot, really, the prickling of pain at the edges, all the time, just enough to feel. Pregnancy might make him sore and sick and tired, but it also makes him horny as fuck, and if Lu Han's backing off, Kyungsoo's not afraid to take those steps forward to get what he wants.

They've never done it this way before, but Kyungsoo finds he likes pressing Lu Han into the mattress, holding him down by the shoulder blades while he rolls on the condom and pushing himself to the hilt slowly enough that he can see the frustrated tears shining on Lu Han's cheek when he turns his face against the pillow.

The stomach's an awkward hindrance, and Kyungsoo finds it's more difficult to navigate being on top than it ever used to be. His sense of balance is sketchy and he keeps bending over to catch at the wall, or bracing himself on his knuckles. He compromises and makes Lu Han do all the work, pulling Lu Han's hips towards his, grunting softly each time he bottoms out, overwhelmed by the slide inside Lu Han, the heat, the desperate noises he's making, unselfconscious as always. Doesn't matter if they're fucking in public or in their own place—Lu Han's always vocal, always talking, moaning, laughing, that stupid fucking laugh that makes Kyungsoo worry for their future child's face.

"This is good," Lu Han gasps, reaching back to grab Kyungsoo by the neck. "Why didn't we—fuck, come on—do this before? Back before—god—the spare tire—ohhh." Kyungsoo can't bend down to meet him for a kiss, though, not in this condition, but he needs Lu Han to shut the fuck up because he's never going to come if he keeps thinking about the hard stretch of his pregnant belly between them. He sticks his fingers in Lu Han's mouth instead, lets Lu Han sink his teeth into the soft pad of Kyungsoo's thumb to muffle his cries.

Lu Han's babbling for Kyungsoo to just please touch my fucking dick but Kyungsoo fucks Lu Han harder, fingers gripping bruises into Lu Han's bony hips, forehead bowed, unable to reach the curve of Lu Han's spine to rest. And when Kyungsoo comes, he comes hard—his entire body tenses, eyes fluttering shut. And for that moment Lu Han is silent, patiently waiting for Kyungsoo to come down and take care of him.

And Kyungsoo does.

Eventually. When he feels like Lu Han's earned it.

part one

part two

(didn't include this in the original post bc i wanted to make sure i made it under the wire this time ;;)

did you write 1k words in 30 minutes??

lmao yeah, it's just porn?

/bows down

if only i was as speedy writing my papers tbqh

“hey, baby,” chanyeol coos first thing in the morning which would have been cute and all up until the point he stuck his tongue into kyungsoo’s ear and proceeded to wet-willy him without a finger.

kyungsoo also might have had a hangover.

“god shut up,” he moans in reply and then a pause…a slurp.

“GOD DAMMIT CHANYEOL,” kyungsoo roars kicking the blankets off with a yell.

“i made breakfast,” chanyeol says immediately, pulling back with his arms up in the air in defense. kyungsoo sniffs the air cautiously.

“oh really,” kyungsoo replies a little impressed but it last all of two seconds before chanyeol cracks up again.

“with my dick,” chanyeol finishes with a gleeful yell, like the proper moron he is and kyungsoo can’t even begin to count where his life went wrong.

lmao yessssss i love it

didn't finish but thought i'd post it for the laughs

can you shut up? minseok snaps, 'it's annoying enough that we're stuck together, you don't have to keep talking for all of it!'

somehow in some kind of mishap lu han and minseok had gotten their bodies glued together. literlaly. lu han can't figure out why he can't get his hands off of baozi's buns

part two hundred and thirteen

prompt 2

team baek [c]

wc!au - team bbh [c]; team multiplier! 617 words

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team tao

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team doppar

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team doppar - het baeksoo

wcau: team bbh [c]

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team baek [c]

wc: 134

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