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part two hundred and eighteen
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world cup: exomeme edition: prelims | round one | round two | round three
congratulations team a!
semi-finals 07-18 00:00 UTC - 07-20 23:59 UTC
xiumin ♦ lay ♦ chen ♦ chanyeol
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prompt 1
team lay [c] - het kaibaek - 936 w
(Anonymous) 2014-07-18 03:28 am (UTC)(link)He falters. He's never fumbled before, especially not in the clutch, but she turns her face just so and it catches the scattered prisms of light being thrown by the chandelier and then she smiles, dazzling and warm. He stands transfixed until Jongdae gently unfreezes him and says, "You really should meet Jongin. She's great."
"I can see that," Baekhyun says. He can't take his eyes off of her from all the way across the room, watching her twirl, showing off her hair knotted in an elegant twist at the base of her neck.
"Come on. You're drooling," Jongdae says helpfully, tucking a handkerchief into Baekhyun's fist. "Clean yourself up, the lady deserves better than that."
"She's so—who is she?" Baekhyun hisses as Jongdae weaves through a few bodies, stopping to say hello to a few of them. Jongdae ignores him. Baekhyun suddenly feels very shabby in his rented tuxedo with the fraying cuff, his lopsided bow he'd tried tying a thousand times earlier in the evening before he'd given up and let Jongdae do it even though Jongdae's really no better at tying the damn things than he is. Still, he knows he dresses up well. Knows how to carry himself. He straightens up his spine, chest puffed out just enough to make his shoulders look broad, and deliberately ignores the fact that she's got six inches on him even before the four inch heels, because he's always liked a challenge, and she seems like a particular mountain he's ready to climb.
"Kim Jongin," Jongdae says, and pulls Baekhyun's hand across the gap to place it into Jongin's.
Jongin casts her eyes low and smiles, murmurs a pleased to meet you in this soft sort of alto that shoots right to Baekhyun's groin, truth be told. Baekhyun brings her hand to his mouth and kisses it, softly, eyes watching as her lashes flutter and the corners of her mouth struggle to stop turning up.
"Byun Baekhyun," he says. "And must I say, you look lovely tonight."
—
Baekhyun's never seen anyone as beautiful as Jongin, and his night gets even better when Jongin is the one to draw him away from the gala, down an abandoned corridor underneath the theatre, and kisses him. She has to lean over just a little bit because she's so much taller than him like this, but Baekhyun counteracts by standing up on the balls of his feet, cutting the distance in half. Ish. Baekhyun nuzzles at her neck, inhales the floral notes of her perfume, not even minding the way her earrings keep hitting his nose every time he kisses her.
"You," Baekhyun growls, running his hand all the way down her side, settling on the curve of her hip. "You're incredible."
She chuckles, stroking his hair, and kicks off her shoes. Suddenly she's able to straighten up a little bit. Her hair's starting to come loose from that fancy updo of hers and her bangs keep falling in her eyes. Baekhyun brushes them aside with his fingertips gently and really locks eyes with Jongin for the first time all night. His breath leaves him with the intensity of her gaze, her dark eyes, the serious way she watches him like she's already so fond, even when her lipstick's smeared from his mouth and her cheeks are all flushed and bright.
Baekhyun's always been an ass man. And there's no doubt, from the way his hand skates around her hip and down, that Jongin's ass is amazing. The toned curve under his hand, the way it fits right into his hand just drives him wild with the thought of peeling off the dress later tonight.
But that can wait.
He bows his face into the soft swell of her cleavage and inhales, and it's her perfume but it's also so uniquely her, a smell like laundry and rain and clean sweat. And her breasts are so, so soft, he could sleep right here, wants to die with his face buried between them, even, but maybe after he's spent a lifetime making her smile. He runs his hand up the line of her dress strap and she shrugs just enough to dislodge it, enough for him to pull it aside, free her breast from the dress. Small, but perfectly shaped, nipple already standing at attention even as his breath ghosts over the gooseflesh rising, and then applies his mouth.
"Baekhyun," she moans quietly, rakes her hand through his hair again, this time hard enough for it to hurt, and he feels himself strain in his tuxedo pants. He kisses her gently there, tongue working, wondering what he's started down her in the labyrinth of the theatre, whether they can pack this show up, pause it for a moment only to resume back at his place in a proper bed. He wants to see Jongin's face looking up at him from his pillows as he crawls over top of her, arms braced, watching her smile.
"Can I take you home?" he breathes, and she nods, hands still cupped protectively at the base of his neck.
"Please. Now."
Re: team lay [c] - het kaibaek - 936 w
(Anonymous) 2014-07-18 03:34 am (UTC)(link)Re: team lay [c] - het kaibaek - 936 w
(Anonymous) 2014-07-18 03:38 am (UTC)(link)Re: prompt 1
(Anonymous) 2014-07-18 03:28 am (UTC)(link)xiumin (minseo) / chanyeol
genderbend, 363w
Minseo has asked all of her friends about it and even tried to get the guidance counselor to spell it out for her but she still can’t figure it out. It’s an embarrassing issue to experience and speak about. Every time she brings it up her cheeks flush red, not from the subject matter but from the encounter she had with her boyfriend.
Minseo doesn’t want to have sex, and Chanyeol is okay with that. They kiss and grope and dry hump and it works out. When Chanyeol suggest a blowjob, she nods hesitantly. Sliding off the sofa onto her knees, he’s already hard and she wraps few fingers around his length letting out a little gasp before pushing her mouth around it. Immediately he shouts and scoots away from her. Minseo can tell she did something very wrong. She immediately apologizes fixes her uniform and runs out of his apartment. They exchange courtesy text but don’t see each other for a few days. Chanyeol has told only one other person about it and he laments that he shouldn’t even be messing with a sophomore, but Chanyeol retorts quite seriously “I like her; I could watch her the rest of my life. She has breasts that smile.”
Minseo enters the bathroom where a bunch of older girls are putting way too much effort into their looks. When one of them remarks “You blow your boyfriend with those lips?” Minseo knows that it’s highly embarrassing to ask them what she’s about to ask them. But it’s also embarrassing to have your boyfriend looks at you with a terror stricken face. “How do you give a blow job?” Minseo ask just loud enough for them turn and stare at her in disbelief.
“Have you ever even given a blow job kid?” One girl questions.
“…Once it was bad.” The other pulls a banana out of her bag and hands it to Minseo “Show us what you did.”
Minseo wraps her lips around the banana and bobs her head forward in the same manner she had before. The girls look at her much in the same way Chanyeol had.
“You used teeth? You NEVER use teeth.”
Re: prompt 1
(Anonymous) 2014-07-20 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)but could i suggest adding extra spacing in your fic next round? it's a bit difficult to read through without it u_u
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