exomeme | part two hundred nineteen

oh and i love this krisoo one but again, kris lol

ty for the knotting recs anon on prev page

i want chanyeol to rap into my vag with his glasses on idek

👍 my fave kink i wish it got written more i mean cmon we had wolf au tossed into our laps

eeep yes i did! and many many other chansoos i just can't stop ;;

amajing

anon don't i just read this and i'm weak with the need to self insert

i was honestly thinking about this the other day

is the kim k game down for anyone else??????

meeee

it was earlier but it's working now

yes and my energy is maxed out so this is killing me

theme: erotica, kai/ballerino hyung aka lee jaewoo, brought 2 u by some v interesting pics of jaewoo's crotch in tights that u can find on google images if u interested

2443w

for good measure

me rn :(

"I'm Lee Jaewoo," the ballerino says, sticking his hand out. Even in ballet slippers he towers over Jongin, a good ten centimeters on any of his bandmates. "Principle dancer for the Korea National Ballet."

Jongin takes his hand. It's warm. "I'm EXO's Kai."

"That your real name?" Jaewoo asks, grinning. He has a thin nose and high cheekbones and penetrating eyes, but his whole face flips from severe to warm when he smiles. "Sounds foreign."

"Oh," Jongin says. He flushes a little, takes his hand back and tucks it in his pocket in a way he hopes is casual. "You can call me Jongin."

The shoot for the Celebrity is pretty standard. It's nothing Jongin hasn't done before: picking outfits, getting make-up caked on, posing for the cameras when necessary. The company, though, is pretty different this time. Usually Jongin keeps to himself, smiles and says the usual niceties, and the crewmembers and cameras revolving around him eventually melt into the background—but Jaewoo has him on edge for some reason he can't fathom. He's hyperaware of every movement his own body makes, especially in relation to Jaewoo's. Jongin hasn't really felt like this around anyone since he first met Taemin at thirteen and watched him bend and twist in ways he didn't even know were possible. It must be the ballet.

"You know, my little sister's into Korean pop," Jaewoo says as they warm up.

"Yeah?" Jongin says, propping his foot onto the barre and feeling his calf muscle stretch. "Who does she like in EXO?"

"I think she's more into YG idols, actually," Jaewoo returns. He laughs when Jongin makes a mock-disappointed face. "I'll tell her to look into your group."

The last time Jongin actually did ballet was years ago, when he was in middle school. He faintly remembers some of the basic maneuvers, like the arabesque, the assemblé, and the grand jeté. When Jaewoo straightens from the barre and approaches him at the center of the practice room, Jongin's feet widen into perfect first position.

Jaewoo's eyebrows rise. "Not bad," he says. "Remember the others?"

Jongin gets all the way up to fifth position, shirt rustling every time he moves his arms. He punctuates the last step with a shaky petit fouetté, teeth caught between his lips.

Jaewoo's eyes crinkle as he smiles. He glides forward, graceful in everything, even when he isn't actually dancing. "Pretty good for someone who hasn't touched ballet since he was thirteen," he says, and then his hands land on Jongin's hips.

Jongin jumps. The choreography that he has to learn for EXO can be difficult, but Jongin always rehearses it so many times that no one really ever has to touch him like this, with focused intent and purpose, fingers digging into his hips, their bodies moving together, like a puppet master and his marionette.

By the end of their session, Jongin's back aches like hell and he's sweat clean through his shirt, but Jaewoo's grinning at him as they do one last walk through of the routine he'd taught him. "We should do this again sometime," Jaewoo suggests as they slide onto the floor for warmdown stretches, and Jongin feels the heady weight of accomplishment settle in his chest. "Your schedule and interest permitting, of course."

"Of course I'm interested," Jongin blurts out. The tips of his ears burn. "I mean—I'm sure you're busy too, hyung."

Jaewoo laughs. "You could teach me jazz, since it's what you're good at," he offers, and Jongin flushes at the praise.

"Can I have your number, then?" Jongin holds his breath as Jaewoo grabs the offered phone and programs his number in. "Sorry in advance," he says, grimacing. "I tend to change my phone number a lot." He makes a vague gesture in the air by way of explanation, but Jaewoo seems to get it.

"Can't be too careful, huh," he says, shaking his head in commiseration.

"No," Jongin says, and sighs. He remembers the interview and the cameras a moment later, when a reporter from the Celebrity comes up with a notepad and a wide smile on her face.

"Just call him," Baekhyun says.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Jongin, you've been staring at your cell phone for the past hour, like you're trying to make it explode with your mind, or something. You're obviously waiting for something." A sharp, sly look that Jongin has come to associate with danger flashes into Baekhyun's eyes. "Are you gonna tell me who it is?"

"Go away, hyung," Jongin snaps, and hunches over his phone. He navigates to his contacts and scrolls down until he gets to Jaewoo. His thumb hovers over the text message icon, uncertain, before tapping on his screen.

wanna get coffee, hyung?

He sets his phone on the coffee table in their living room and escapes to the bathroom. Then he comes out and tries not to sneak too many glances at his screen.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Jongin," Baekhyun calls from where he's curled up in his armchair. "Suck it up. You're such a wimp."

i'm glad you asked Jaewoo replies, not ten minutes later. my sister was giving me hell for not getting your autograph.

Jongin has to be driven to the café in a company van, which is extra embarrassing when Jaewoo pulls up in a sleek silver car. "I almost didn't recognize you," he says, sliding into the seat across from Jongin's at the table, "which, I guess, is the point, right?"

Jongin makes a surreptitious gesture out the door. Jaewoo turns his head, so close Jongin can feel his body heat radiating off him, and gazes in the same direction. Outside the glass, across the street, there's a huddle of sasaengs already gathered with their phones out.

"That sucks," Jaewoo says, frowning. "And this is idol life?"

"There are good parts," Jongin says, chewing on the straw in his latte. "Not all the fans are—like that. And I love performing on stage, that rush you get when you know that every eye is on you and the music swells behind you and you can feel the burn in your entire body." He blinks and sucks on his straw again.

"You're cute when you're enthusiastic," Jaewoo says, chin propped on his hand, eyes shining.

Jongin coughs. "How's practice? You're doing Don Quixote next, right?"

Jaewoo looks pleased that Jongin took the time to check his schedule. "Yes. I'm playing Basilio. You should come watch, actually—all the shows are happening at the end of June."

The last time Jongin saw a ballet production he was in seventh grade. It'd been the Korea National Ballet's rendition of Swan Lake, the same ballet he'd seen clips of on Youtube after he met with Jaewoo the first time. Jaewoo is towering but even through a tiny laptop screen he moves with undeniable grace, arms stretched out, hand held aloft like an offering. Jongin's mouth widens into a grin. He leans forward, hands cupped around his coffee, and says, "I'd love to."

The Seoul Arts Center is as big as Jongin remembers it. He gets to meet Jaewoo backstage before the show. There's a fierce flurry of make-up artists and costume people milling around him and the other principal dancers, though, so they don't get to talk much. "Break a leg, hyung," Jongin manages to squeeze in, before a very insistent hairdresser buffets him to the side.

He tries really hard not to stare down at Jaewoo's crotch, but it's like his eyes can't help but zoom down at the bulge there. It's—well. Even in the tight leotard, he's pretty packing. The knowledge sinks into the pit of Jongin's stomach like a punch to the gut. Jaewoo's mouth is twitching when Jongin hauls his gaze back up, but he flashes Jongin a thumbs up before he ducks down and disappears to submit to the haidresser's ministrations.

It's a two and a half hour long ballet. Jongin's riveted the entire time, on the edge of his seat, annoying the patrons in front of him with the way he's clutching the backs of theirs. The acoustics in the place are amazing, but more than that, Jaewoo has the kind of magnetic stage presence that seems to make everyone want to watch him forever. He's playful and capricious as Basilio, winding sinuously across the stage with Lee Eunwon in his arms more often than not. Jongin's foot taps in time with the music, and he surges to his feet with the rest of the crowd as the curtain drops.

The backstage dressing room is a lot emptier after the show. Jongin presents Jaewoo with a bouquet of flowers, hovering behind the vanity as Jaewoo wipes half the make-up off his face in one go. "Is your driver gonna come pick you up?" he ribs gently, muscles in his back bunching as he wiggles out of his fancy top. "Need me to take you home?"

Jongin snorts. "I'm not a kid," he says, shifting forward on the balls of his feet.

Jaewoo takes a step closer to him. Jongin can see the individual beads of sweat dotting the stretch of skin between his collarbone and his shoulders. "I know that very well," Jaewoo says, and his voice comes out a couple steps lower than usual, a rough quality entering. Jongin is suddenly aware that they're all alone, the make-up artists and other dancers in the company preoccupied elsewhere or gone home. "So. Hotshot idol star. Aren't you going to congratulate me?"

Jongin lets out a quick huff of laughter, taking a step back, and then another as Jaewoo moves forward again. "The flowers weren't enough?" he manages to get out, before Jaewoo has him caged back against the dressing room door, their breath intermingling between their lips.

When Jaewoo bends his head down and kisses him, Jongin can still taste the remnants of waxy lipstick on his mouth. His eyes slide shut. Jaewoo traps him against the wood and fists a hand in the material of his shirt, tugging gently. He slides it over Jongin's head. It lands with a rustle on the floor, and then they're skin-to-skin, Jongin's heart pounding wildly, like it's trying to wrestle itself out of his chest.

"Hyung—" he chokes out, hands falling to the hem of Jaewoo's tights. Jaewoo nudges the lower half of his body against Jongin's and Jongin can feel the hard line of his dick through the thin material.

"Yes?" Jaewoo says patiently.

Jongin's head falls back against the wood with a quiet thunk. He gazes up at him, eyes half-lidded, and asks, "Are you going to fuck me?"

Jaewoo sucks in a sharp breath. His tongue darts out to swipe slowly against his bottom lip, and Jongin resists the urge to lean up and suck it into his mouth. "Only if you want me to," he says at last, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Do you want me to?"

Jongin acts on the earlier impulse, tilts his head and kisses Jaewoo again, slides their tongues against each other, moaning when Jaewoo aligns their crotches and bears down even more, crushing him against the door. "Yeah," he mumbles into Jaewoo's mouth. "I do."

Which is how he ends up bent over the vanity, knocking bottles over with his sweeping arms as Jaewoo fucks him open with two lubed fingers. He pushes back into Jaewoo's palm, ass clenching, needing more, and Jaewoo laughs, bends over, kisses the corner of Jongin's shoulder. "You're so cute, you know," he says, his chuckle vibrating through his chest against Jongin's back. "Somehow I already knew, the first time I met you, that you'd want this." Jongin feels his entire body flush, an awful keening noise coming out of his mouth. The hand around Jongin's erection squeezes and pulls him up on the tips of his toes, firm and unyielding.

"Please," Jongin says. He hears the sound of latex snapping, and then the blunt tip of Jaewoo's cock nudges against the cleft of his ass.

"Can you get into first position like this?" Jaewoo asks conversationally, and Jongin's throat goes tight with desire. Shakily, he uncurls his toes and shifts his feet into a perfect line, heels rubbing against each other. "That's it. Square your shoulders, I know you have better form than that."

Jongin hops to correct his posture, shivering when Jaewoo smoothes a calming hand down his spine.

"You're doing so well," he murmurs into Jongin's ear. The hand on his dick tightens. "How about fifth?"

With effort, Jongin shifts his feet, legs trembling. The moment he gets it, Jaewoo drives into him, hard, halfway inside him in one go, and Jongin's back arches, neck craned back. "Shit," he says, "you're so—big—hyung—" Jaewoo drops a kiss on the skin just beneath Jongin's chin and wraps his free arm beneath Jongin's armpit, holds him upright as Jaewoo's cock slides deeper. Jongin groans, legs spreading apart of their own volition.

Gentle fingers tickle the underside of his chin. Jaewoo turns Jongin's head to gain access to his mouth. They trade sloppy, wet kisses as Jaewoo's dick drives him against the mirror again and again, eyeshadow and nail polish and make-up remover bottles clattering against each other with each thrust. After he adjusts enough to the feeling of fullness, Jongin rocks back into it, sweat-slick skin slapping against Jaewoo's, too strung out to do anything more than breathe into Jaewoo's mouth.

He comes in Jaewoo's cupped palm, nipples rubbing against the mirror, hands slipping across the varnished wood of the vanity. Jaewoo thrusts a couple more times as Jongin rides the high of his orgasm and follows soon after, teeth scraping down Jongin's neck.

They clean each other up, after, but Jongin's hair is hopelessly mussed. "It looks like that anyway in your solo, doesn't it?" Jaewoo asks, scanning him appraisingly.

"You've seen it?" Jongin asks, adjusting his shirt for something to do with his hands.

"Of course," Jaewoo says. He nudges Jongin's side with his elbow. "Thanks for coming out to see the show, by the way. I know you're busy."

"You should come to one of our concerts," Jongin says. We can fuck in my dressing room next time, he doesn't say, but there's a glint in Jaewoo's eyes when he nods.

The next time Taemin sees Jongin at the SM building, he furrows his brow and asks, "How come I never see you anymore?"

Jongin scuffs his shoe against the practice room floor. "He found a replacement dancer hyung," Baekhyun says flippantly, and swears when Jongin lands a well-aimed swat at his head.

xiuhan locker room for anon
theme:erotica

unf anon this was so hot *____* and lmfao baekhyun at the end what a shit

unf

u again omg

i wish wcau mods would update the ranking how are we supposed to know what's happening

m2 and i know they're probably busy with stuff or they would, but like, it's been a rly long time. i'm sure xiuyeol is still behind but i'd like to know how much

its not working for me :(

o well guess i can work on wcau stuff

i just found a blonde hair in my eyebrow??

part two hundred nineteen

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