exo random drabbles
I wrote these ones months ago, just for fun. I already know they're awful but I don't have enough time to write new ones :(
{taoris, kris/female oc, 310 words, r}
don't touch him
Kris doesn’t want to do this but he’s painfully hard and frustrated and mad.
The blonde girl kisses his dick naughtily before start taking it into her mouth. It’s one of the worst blowjobs he has received, and that’s saying something because he’s has been given lots of them. She does it erratically, sometimes biting or licking, and Kris realizes it’s her first time. he should’ve realized before, when her cheeks reddened as hell when she was unzipping his pants, but he supposed she was just playing be innocent or cute or even both.
However, he fucks her. He lets her experimenting and after what seemed a very long time, he came and then he tells her to open her legs. He fucks her senseless, not showing any piece of tenderness. Normally he would lost time being a gentleman, but his cock’s throbbing with pain and he’s tired of not having what he wants.
He fucks her thinking she’s someone else.
This long-haired blonde girl becomes a young, short-haired boy who masters the art of aegyo and wushu. He sees Tao under his own body in his mind, begging for his cock, crying his name, moaning in his ears. ‘duizhang…’
They call him that. The girls he fucks, mostly fans, think it’s funny, or cute or it’s simply their way to get Kris’ attention. But he hates it. He hates listening to them calling him what Tao calls him: he doesn’t want his kid involved in any of this shit. He doesn’t want him to get dirty because of his sickening desires. People like Tao should have a perfect, ideal life: getting married to a wonderful woman, raising little children who’ll love and admire his father’s wushu things, a life full of happiness.
So Kris doesn’t want to destroy Tao’s brilliant future.
And of course he won’t touch him. Ever.
{semin/sehanmin, 334 words, pg-13}
this isn't about luhan
Minseok sees their linked fingers, the way Luhan touches Sehun so sweetly, so tender. He sees the way Sehun smiles happier than ever. Whenever he’s close to them, he can sense the peace he’s sure they feel inside their chests.
He loves seeing both of them so happy when they’re together, even though he usually feels lonely.
He wants to be with them.
He wants to be with him.
*
Sehun envies them, but obviously doesn’t say a word about it.
He watches carefully their shows in China, and every time the camera focuses one of them they’re being a sweet clingy couple. He sees the way Luhan looks at Minseok-hyung as if his ‘baozi’ was his own life, so valuable and precious. He sees the way Luhan grabs Minseok-hyung’s hand and brushes it with his fingers.
He knows Luhan is a caring, kind, big-hearted person who just loves everyone with all his soul and maybe even too much, but Sehun can’t stop envy them.
He misses them.
He misses him.
*
Luhan sometimes feels it.
When EXO-M goes back to Korea and they’re all together, finally, he notices it.
He doesn’t have a place there.
Between them.
*
They don’t even talk that much.
Minseok is quite talkative and loves chatting and joking and hates silence but Sehun isn’t. The kid prefers observe silently and take a note about people around him. Minseok needs words but Sehun needs gestures, gazes, actions.
They aren’t close friends and sometimes get frustrated by each other’s attitude.
Nevertheless, Sehun loves Minseok’s hand on his skin. He loves his whispers, he loves how their cheeks reddens and how the extroversive Minseok-hyung turns out to be a sweetie, insecure shy guy who kisses him as if Sehun was the most perfect thing he has ever had chance to meet. He loves caressing him, licking him, feeling him inside of his body.
He loves how Luhan’s eternal presence disappears and it’s just the two of them, their bodies and souls.
{xiuris, 610 words, pg}
how it all starts
They don’t know how all of this started.
Kris bets it started before SM split them in two sub groups. Before they knew which Korean members were going to be in EXO M, when he saw Minseok, Luhan and Sehun playing soccer.
Minseokie-hyung was putting so much effort, trying to beat Luhan’s agility and Sehun’s speed -that kid’s physical abilities were almost as amazing as Zitao’s-, his puffy cheeks pink and the sweat going down his body.
He wasn’t paying special attention to anything -he was preparing himself mentally for their harder training now they were going to debut for sure-, so Yixing appeared next to him unexpectedly, watching carefully -or that’s what seemed, because Kris knows Yixing can’t be really concentrated over anything- the match.
‘Woah. Minseok ge looks cute’
Kris has a weak and it’s actually cute people. He likes adorable girls who look good in a pretty dress, who look beautiful and kind whilst cooking. So he kind of get it, why the hell his heart skipped a beat when he saw Minseok out of breathe, his chest up and down quickly and his cute cheeks red.
He thinks it all started then, but Minseok disagrees.
Xiumin thinks these feelings he has for his duizhang began before they were chose to be part of EXO, when they were still just a bunch of trainees working too hard for health.
He remembers those days as the hardest and most difficult ones he has unfortunately had to pass through. He recalls seeing the other trainees, some of them now his members -Kai’s sexiness, Chanyeol’s height and rap skills, Baekhyun, Kyungsoo, Luhan and Jongdae vocals-, being extremely good at everything, so much better than him. He remembers staying until the wee hours training his vocals, his dance, even posing.
He wasn’t the only one that trained harder than what SM asked, there were others trainees with him so he didn’t feel alone, but seeing them working as hard as him wasn’t a good new. He’s sure those days were the most painful ones for him: he was all insecurity and fear and disappointment with himself.
Then there was that night. He didn’t eat because their dance teacher insinuated him he was too fat to follow the steps, so he was starving and exhausted and he ran out of energy. He simply let his body fell off to the floor, unable to move.
‘You okay?’
Kris appeared randomly in front of him, his voice full of genuine concern. That was the first time Kris talked to him and Minseok simply mouthed an ‘o’ because Kris was that hot genius Chinese trainee everyone -even some staff- was talking about so blatantly -Minseok heard he can speak actually fluently more than three languages and he’s like super rich -.
‘Yeah’
He answered, but Kris hummed, not sure if he was going to move any time soon. Surprisingly, Kris sat next to him, almost smiling.
‘I’ve seen you dance. You’re good, hyung’ and the Korean guy smiled back.
Minseok’s sure that was the beginning.
*
‘Then you’re saying you liked me since then?’ he grinned.
Kris’ arm grabbed his waist harder, not letting Minseok any way to escape from the bed. It’s not like the older wanted to though.
‘Don’t be so dumb. Of course not.’ He mumbles, his cheeks turning pink ‘But it was then when we noticed each other’
Kris smiles wider and Minseok can’t get enough of it. He needs this smile lightning his days, and needs his hugs, his jokes. He needs Kris so much it’s scaring.
‘Aw, that’s so sweet, baozi’
Kris kisses him deeply before Minseok can reply.
{kaisoo, 237 words, pg}
he's addicted to jongin
Like a drug addict, he needs to see his fellow member every day, to see his body moving, dancing; his perfect smile; listening to his voice. He needs more and more of Jongin: not only watching but touching too. His fingers crave for touching his tan skin, brushing his hair, whispering sweet nothing to his ear. He needs it, wants him closer, and every time it gets worse.
Kai hugs him and kisses him on the cheek and smiles at him widely and does fanservice with him just to laugh at fans reaction. And Kyungsoo wants it to never end.
And then when Jongin -Kai- is on stage Kyungsoo can’t concentrate. His eyes are glued to Jongin’s dance routine, to the power he lets so easily it’s mind-blowing. Kyungsoo thinks that every time Kai dances he does it lustfully, being sexy on purpose. He wants everyone to watch him, to stare at him, to desire him. And Kyungsoo should hate him but it’s futile, he can’t hate Jongin.
Kyungsoo is madly addicted.
Madly in love.
He wants to say it aloud, to say to the world that Jongin is his but that’s just stupid.
Jongin won’t return his feelings because he will someday fall in love with some pretty girl who blushes and is cute and doesn’t have this freaking pair of enormous eyes.
So Kai keeps dancing and Kyungsoo keeps wanting.
In silence, enjoying his daily dose.
{taoris, 145 words, pg}
time control
Zitao wishes he actually had time control.
He wants his life to stay forever like this, in Wufan’s embrace, both cuddling in duizhang’s bed while the others are sleeping peacefully. He wants their happiness to be eternal.
He knows this won’t last forever though. He’s innocent but not that much.
Morning will come and they’ll have to return to their tiring schedule and pretend nothing happens between these sheets. He sighs in tiredness and leans closer to Wufan’s body until his face is hidden onto the older’s neck.
“Zitao” the peaceful, deep voice startles him.
He raises his head, looking Wufan right to the eyes.
“Stop thinking”
Wufan kisses his forehead before pecking his lips, awkwardly sweet compared to the heated, desperate kisses duizhang gives him.
“Sleep” he orders before closing his eyes, tightening the grip around his waist.
Zitao really wants time control.
{taoris, kris/female oc, 310 words, r}
don't touch him
Kris doesn’t want to do this but he’s painfully hard and frustrated and mad.
The blonde girl kisses his dick naughtily before start taking it into her mouth. It’s one of the worst blowjobs he has received, and that’s saying something because he’s has been given lots of them. She does it erratically, sometimes biting or licking, and Kris realizes it’s her first time. he should’ve realized before, when her cheeks reddened as hell when she was unzipping his pants, but he supposed she was just playing be innocent or cute or even both.
However, he fucks her. He lets her experimenting and after what seemed a very long time, he came and then he tells her to open her legs. He fucks her senseless, not showing any piece of tenderness. Normally he would lost time being a gentleman, but his cock’s throbbing with pain and he’s tired of not having what he wants.
He fucks her thinking she’s someone else.
This long-haired blonde girl becomes a young, short-haired boy who masters the art of aegyo and wushu. He sees Tao under his own body in his mind, begging for his cock, crying his name, moaning in his ears. ‘duizhang…’
They call him that. The girls he fucks, mostly fans, think it’s funny, or cute or it’s simply their way to get Kris’ attention. But he hates it. He hates listening to them calling him what Tao calls him: he doesn’t want his kid involved in any of this shit. He doesn’t want him to get dirty because of his sickening desires. People like Tao should have a perfect, ideal life: getting married to a wonderful woman, raising little children who’ll love and admire his father’s wushu things, a life full of happiness.
So Kris doesn’t want to destroy Tao’s brilliant future.
And of course he won’t touch him. Ever.
{semin/sehanmin, 334 words, pg-13}
this isn't about luhan
Minseok sees their linked fingers, the way Luhan touches Sehun so sweetly, so tender. He sees the way Sehun smiles happier than ever. Whenever he’s close to them, he can sense the peace he’s sure they feel inside their chests.
He loves seeing both of them so happy when they’re together, even though he usually feels lonely.
He wants to be with them.
He wants to be with him.
*
Sehun envies them, but obviously doesn’t say a word about it.
He watches carefully their shows in China, and every time the camera focuses one of them they’re being a sweet clingy couple. He sees the way Luhan looks at Minseok-hyung as if his ‘baozi’ was his own life, so valuable and precious. He sees the way Luhan grabs Minseok-hyung’s hand and brushes it with his fingers.
He knows Luhan is a caring, kind, big-hearted person who just loves everyone with all his soul and maybe even too much, but Sehun can’t stop envy them.
He misses them.
He misses him.
*
Luhan sometimes feels it.
When EXO-M goes back to Korea and they’re all together, finally, he notices it.
He doesn’t have a place there.
Between them.
*
They don’t even talk that much.
Minseok is quite talkative and loves chatting and joking and hates silence but Sehun isn’t. The kid prefers observe silently and take a note about people around him. Minseok needs words but Sehun needs gestures, gazes, actions.
They aren’t close friends and sometimes get frustrated by each other’s attitude.
Nevertheless, Sehun loves Minseok’s hand on his skin. He loves his whispers, he loves how their cheeks reddens and how the extroversive Minseok-hyung turns out to be a sweetie, insecure shy guy who kisses him as if Sehun was the most perfect thing he has ever had chance to meet. He loves caressing him, licking him, feeling him inside of his body.
He loves how Luhan’s eternal presence disappears and it’s just the two of them, their bodies and souls.
{xiuris, 610 words, pg}
how it all starts
They don’t know how all of this started.
Kris bets it started before SM split them in two sub groups. Before they knew which Korean members were going to be in EXO M, when he saw Minseok, Luhan and Sehun playing soccer.
Minseokie-hyung was putting so much effort, trying to beat Luhan’s agility and Sehun’s speed -that kid’s physical abilities were almost as amazing as Zitao’s-, his puffy cheeks pink and the sweat going down his body.
He wasn’t paying special attention to anything -he was preparing himself mentally for their harder training now they were going to debut for sure-, so Yixing appeared next to him unexpectedly, watching carefully -or that’s what seemed, because Kris knows Yixing can’t be really concentrated over anything- the match.
‘Woah. Minseok ge looks cute’
Kris has a weak and it’s actually cute people. He likes adorable girls who look good in a pretty dress, who look beautiful and kind whilst cooking. So he kind of get it, why the hell his heart skipped a beat when he saw Minseok out of breathe, his chest up and down quickly and his cute cheeks red.
He thinks it all started then, but Minseok disagrees.
Xiumin thinks these feelings he has for his duizhang began before they were chose to be part of EXO, when they were still just a bunch of trainees working too hard for health.
He remembers those days as the hardest and most difficult ones he has unfortunately had to pass through. He recalls seeing the other trainees, some of them now his members -Kai’s sexiness, Chanyeol’s height and rap skills, Baekhyun, Kyungsoo, Luhan and Jongdae vocals-, being extremely good at everything, so much better than him. He remembers staying until the wee hours training his vocals, his dance, even posing.
He wasn’t the only one that trained harder than what SM asked, there were others trainees with him so he didn’t feel alone, but seeing them working as hard as him wasn’t a good new. He’s sure those days were the most painful ones for him: he was all insecurity and fear and disappointment with himself.
Then there was that night. He didn’t eat because their dance teacher insinuated him he was too fat to follow the steps, so he was starving and exhausted and he ran out of energy. He simply let his body fell off to the floor, unable to move.
‘You okay?’
Kris appeared randomly in front of him, his voice full of genuine concern. That was the first time Kris talked to him and Minseok simply mouthed an ‘o’ because Kris was that hot genius Chinese trainee everyone -even some staff- was talking about so blatantly -Minseok heard he can speak actually fluently more than three languages and he’s like super rich -.
‘Yeah’
He answered, but Kris hummed, not sure if he was going to move any time soon. Surprisingly, Kris sat next to him, almost smiling.
‘I’ve seen you dance. You’re good, hyung’ and the Korean guy smiled back.
Minseok’s sure that was the beginning.
*
‘Then you’re saying you liked me since then?’ he grinned.
Kris’ arm grabbed his waist harder, not letting Minseok any way to escape from the bed. It’s not like the older wanted to though.
‘Don’t be so dumb. Of course not.’ He mumbles, his cheeks turning pink ‘But it was then when we noticed each other’
Kris smiles wider and Minseok can’t get enough of it. He needs this smile lightning his days, and needs his hugs, his jokes. He needs Kris so much it’s scaring.
‘Aw, that’s so sweet, baozi’
Kris kisses him deeply before Minseok can reply.
{kaisoo, 237 words, pg}
he's addicted to jongin
Like a drug addict, he needs to see his fellow member every day, to see his body moving, dancing; his perfect smile; listening to his voice. He needs more and more of Jongin: not only watching but touching too. His fingers crave for touching his tan skin, brushing his hair, whispering sweet nothing to his ear. He needs it, wants him closer, and every time it gets worse.
Kai hugs him and kisses him on the cheek and smiles at him widely and does fanservice with him just to laugh at fans reaction. And Kyungsoo wants it to never end.
And then when Jongin -Kai- is on stage Kyungsoo can’t concentrate. His eyes are glued to Jongin’s dance routine, to the power he lets so easily it’s mind-blowing. Kyungsoo thinks that every time Kai dances he does it lustfully, being sexy on purpose. He wants everyone to watch him, to stare at him, to desire him. And Kyungsoo should hate him but it’s futile, he can’t hate Jongin.
Kyungsoo is madly addicted.
Madly in love.
He wants to say it aloud, to say to the world that Jongin is his but that’s just stupid.
Jongin won’t return his feelings because he will someday fall in love with some pretty girl who blushes and is cute and doesn’t have this freaking pair of enormous eyes.
So Kai keeps dancing and Kyungsoo keeps wanting.
In silence, enjoying his daily dose.
{taoris, 145 words, pg}
time control
Zitao wishes he actually had time control.
He wants his life to stay forever like this, in Wufan’s embrace, both cuddling in duizhang’s bed while the others are sleeping peacefully. He wants their happiness to be eternal.
He knows this won’t last forever though. He’s innocent but not that much.
Morning will come and they’ll have to return to their tiring schedule and pretend nothing happens between these sheets. He sighs in tiredness and leans closer to Wufan’s body until his face is hidden onto the older’s neck.
“Zitao” the peaceful, deep voice startles him.
He raises his head, looking Wufan right to the eyes.
“Stop thinking”
Wufan kisses his forehead before pecking his lips, awkwardly sweet compared to the heated, desperate kisses duizhang gives him.
“Sleep” he orders before closing his eyes, tightening the grip around his waist.
Zitao really wants time control.