drabble dump
completely unedited, some lapslock some not.
EXO, Chen/Xiumin
xiuchen for @avirjin
jongdae isn't expecting it when he hears the click of the shutter while he's busy trying to take minseok's entire cock into his throat. he pulls off, loud popping noise from the suction, and minseok is peering down at him through the viewfinder of his lomo. "hyung!" jongdae says, surprised. he reaches up to try and push the camera away but minseok pulls it back out of jongdae's reach.
"you look good like this," minseok says, bringing the camera back up to his face. he tilts his head thoughtfully. "i want to document it."
"you won't be able to get them developed."
"i'll find a way," minseok says, and thrusts his hips up at jongdae as if to remind him that there's a dick to be sucked.
BTOB, Hyunsik/Ilhoon
hyunsik/ilhoon -- kiss (an au where hyunsik is in a music club and they set up a kissing booth at the fall festival to raise money to perform)
"did you make a lot of money?"
hyunsik looks up from counting bills to find ilhoon leaning against the doorframe, half in the classroom and half out. he's got a heart drawn on his face, no doubt the idea of sungjae at the face painting table. "yeah, we did," hyunsik says, and waves the wad of cash around.
it wasn't bad way to earn money. a few (okay, more than a few- he turned out to be surprisingly popular) kisses with shy, giggly girls with heavy lip gloss as a shield against nerves were a small price to pay for the chance to perform. hyunah, his co-kisser, had it worse; she had a line of guys that practically circled around the block to get through, but she took it all in stride.
the festival is closing up, the table that hyunsik and hyunah had used is folded away and their banner preserved for next year. all that's left to do is count the money. ilhoon had worked the dunk tank. from what hyunsik could see his only job was to hand balls for people to throw at changsub. "did changsub get splashed?" hyunsik asked, folding away the cash inside of the zippered bag.
"not once," ilhoon says, laughing a little. his eyebrows tilt downward like he's angry when he laughs. it's one of those endearing things.
"all packed up?" hyunsik asks. ilhoon nods. "then go home! your noona bought lots of cotton candy, i bet she'll share."
instead, ilhoon takes a step into the classroom. in his hand, hyunsik notices, is a ₩1000 note. "i couldn't do this in front of everyone else," ilhoon says. he sounds casual, almost indifferent, but hyunsik knows hims well enough to see the hesitation in his steps. hyunsik swallows a lump in his throat.
"the booth is closed," hyunsiks says, and ilhoon stops so abrubtly that his shoulders jerk. hyunsik hurries to add, "but i'll do it for free."
"oh," ilhoon says. he laughs awkwardly. there's a table between them and hyunsik leans across it, planting his hands firmly on ilhoon's shoulders. he hopes the breath mints he popped earlier haven't worn off.
ilhoon tilts his head and hyunsik closes the gap, kissing him.
100%, Hyukjin/Rokhyun
addendum: by dancing in the moonlight i really meant hyukjin/rockhyun dance to/cover crayon pop
"i'm getting real tired of this cross dressing thing."
"i don't mind this time," hyukjin says, pushing his leg through one leg of his neon green tracksuit.
"at least the outfits are comfortable." he leans over to rokhyun and taps him lightly on the forehead. "your bandage is crooked."
hyukjin leans in, cupping rokhyun's jaw with one hand. hyukjin's face is too close to his, pearly whites shining. rokhyun laughs, awkwardly, and the mood is broken.
VIXX, Ken/Leo-ish
vixx, pet store employees
"this cat is evil," jaehwan says, holding his injured hand up to his chest. there are two claw marks running down the back of his hand. at least he wasn't scratched hard enough to draw blood this time.
"i think the problem is you," sanghyuk says. the cat in his arms nuzzles his face against sanghyuk's throat, purring happily. "leo is a perfectly sweet cat."
jaehwan glares at the cat over sanghyuk's shoulder and for a moment, he thinks that leo might be glaring back.
Minah/Yura, Chanyeol/Tao, NU'EST ot5, Sooyoung/Yuri, Hongbin/Ken
a sentence of porn for your top five pairings
1. the little pink heart dangling from the end jingles when minah carefully pushes the ring down, tightening the clamp around ahyoung's swollen nipple.
2. "you hate this, don't you?" zitao whispers into his ear, and chanyeol wishes he could cross his legs, do something to cover the motion of zitao's hand beneath his skirt, but all he can do is writhe helplessly in zitao's lap.
3. jonghyun isn't sure how this happened- baekho's thick fingers stroking his cock, minhyun's tongue in his mouth, minki pinching one of his nipples, aaron stroking his hair and watching through the viewfinder of his camera- but he's not sure he minds.
4. "oh my god," yuri pants out as her pussy clenches around sooyoung's fingers. sooyoung doesn't think this has much to do with god.
5. jaehwan loves the feeling of a cock in his throat, the way his tongue feels sliding over the head, the almost painful stretch of his lips, feeling like he's running out of air and being rewarded for his efforts with a gentle swipe of hongbin's thumb over his cheek.
VIXX, Ken/Leo
ken/leo soccer au please n___n (contains: blood and a minor injury)
because the universe hates taekwoon, he ends up with lee jaehwan on his intramural soccer team. not only is jaehwan only mildly coordinated at best, he's annoying and seems to think that they're friends. he seems to think he's friends with everyone and for the most part it seems to be a mutual conclusion but taekwoon has a few people he's known for years he's not willing to call friends and he's not about to make exceptions for some freshman with a high vocal range.
he puts jaehwan on goalie because the other intramural teams are, frankly, horrible, and taekwoon is betting on them never even getting close to the goal. jaehwan's goalkeeping strategy is mainly just flapping his arms around wildly. in his defense, he does manage to save a few goals that way. there is not a small kindling fire of begrudging respect in taekwoon's heart, not at all.
their first game is approaching and taekwoon pushes the team harder. jaehwan is sweating through his thin tank top, taekwoon notices, then immediately averts his eyes. they're doing drills. it should be simple. all jaehwan has to do is flap his arms about as usual. maybe he gets distracted by something (no doubt something as trivial as a bug flying past) but one minute jaehwan is standing and the next he's on the ground with a bloody nose.
taekwoon is at his side in a moment. "are you okay?" he asks, less soft spoken now that he's a touch frantic.
jaehwan nods. he pulls away the hand that had been cupping his face and blood drips from his nose. "i think i can see the light," he says, and reaches his bloody hand out. taekwoon isn't sure what jaehwan wants him to do with it. "hold me," jaehwan says. oh.
taekwoon volunteers to take jaehwan to the health clinic, or rather jaehwan won't let go of him long enough to let anyone else volunteer. he has his arm wrapped firmly around taekwoon's shoulder. "do you think it's broken?" he asks. "i've always wanted a nosejob."
jaehwan's body is warm, their arms sweaty arms sticking together. taekwoon isn't as bothered by this as he probably should be.
EXO, Kai/Suho + Peniel + Aron
aron, peniel, suho, kai, suho takes new country club members, aron and peniel, under his wing. kai the golf caddy is not pleased
by all accounts, jongin should like joonmyun's new friends. they get all their trash out of the cart before even pulling up to the clubhouse, they don't leave sticky drink spills in the cupholders, they tip well (not as well as joonmyun, but no one tips as well as joonmyun), and, well, it's nice to see joonmyun hanging out with people his age instead his father's stuffy old friends.
jongin doesn't like them. he fakes his smiles, gets his tips, but he doesn't like them, and he has a sneaking suspicion it has to do with losing his joonmyun alone time. as jongin hosed down carts, joonmyun would talk to him. he might've stood far enough away as not to sully his clean golf shoes, sure, but he's not like the other patrons. joonmyun actually sees him. or saw him, since aaron and peniel are now occupying all of his attention.
they come around the corner of the clubhouse in their cart, leaving it almost as clean as when jongin sent it out. aaron and peniel say hi, dropping a few bills in the cupholder before gathering their bags. joonmyun lingers a moment, and even with a hand over his eyes to shield the glare of the sun, jongin can't tell what his expression means.
"keep up the good work," joonmyun says, completely unpatronizing though he could be. he presses a few warm bills into jongin's hand and flashes his teeth, then runs along to catch up with his friends.
another huge tip. jongin can tell by the weight of the notes. he'd rather have a conversation.
VIXX, Hongbin/Hyuk
vixx, spin the bottle (not spin the bottle, close enough)
In the tenth round, Hongbin's name gets called. He'd been hoping that the bottle would keep avoiding him, that he could slip out of this mandatory seven minutes in heaven game unscathed. Surely they'd get bored eventually; it's not like waiting around for seven minutes and gossiping about what the people inside the closet were doing could be that entertaining for that long.
Still, the universe decides that forcing Hongbin into a closet is too good of irony to pass up. The fact that the empty soju bottle lands on a dude is just icing on the cake. Prior to the start of the game, they'd decided that same sex pairings would be pushed into the closet all the same. "Let's put two guys in there and watch them squirm!" A joke. Hongbin isn't laughing. And neither is the kid he's about to be toe-to-toe with, Hongbin notes.
As Hongbin stands, he sizes up his match. He sort of recognizes him as the younger brother of one of the girls at the party, a first-year student by his baby face. He is tall for a first year student, Hongbin notices when the kid is standing right next to him, hand on the doorknob.
"Seven minutes starts now," Yujin calls out.
Though an attempt was made to remove all of the clutter from the closet, there still isn't much room for the both of them to stand inside. The only light comes from a hanging overhead bulb that casts dim shadows across the kid's face. Strong features. Hongbin itches for a camera.
"I'm Sanghyuk," he says.
"Hongbin."
They both look down at their shoes, since there isn't anything else to look at. An awkward silence passes, though Hongbin has no idea how long it's been. A minute? Less than a minute?
"You know," Sanghyuk says, his tone conversational, like they're just shooting the shit. "I've never been kissed."
Hongbin thinks back to one of the earlier rounds. He remembers seeing Sanghyuk enter with a girl. He asks and Sanghyuk blushes. "She said she doesn't kiss younger guys. She ended up talking to me about the guy she had a crush on. It's okay, I-" Sanghyuk looks up from the floor for a moment, a tiny jerk of his head. "I didn't really want to kiss her anyway."
"Oh," says Hongbin. Another pause passes and Hongbin listens for noise outside of the door, hearing the heavy thump of bass as a new song begins.
"So," Sanghyuk says. He sort of giggles to himself. "If I ask if you want to, will you punch me?"
"I don't hit people," Hongbin says, which doesn't come out the way he means for it to. "I mean, I don't hit people anyway, but no, I wouldn't punch you for that. I'd- I'd say yes."
Sanghyuk laughs again. Hongbin takes the initiative. He cups Sanghyuk's face in his hands, his fingertips brushing against the hairs at the nape of Sanghyuk's neck, gently tilting it to avoid a clashing of noses. Sanghyuk has his jaw set like he has something to prove and it makes Hongbin smile. He taps a finger against the side of Sanghyuk's face. "Relax," Hongbin tells him.
And then he kisses him. Just a gentle press of lips, soft and easy. Hongbin feels Sanghyuk's hands come to rest around his waist, angling their bodies closer. Their mouths part, Sanghyuk's upper lip sliding between Hongbin's, and it's suddenly a lot less gentle and a lot more sloppy. Hongbin hasn't felt like this much of a teenage boy since his own first kiss where he popped a boner at first contact. The introduction of tongue causes Sanghyuk to fumble, jerking away for a gulp of air, but before Hongbin can ask if he's okay, Sanghyuk leans in and tries again.
They kiss until Hongbin isn't sure how much time's passed. Long enough for him to map out the inside of Sanghyuk's mouth with his tongue, certainly. He feels breathless, a little giddy. He hasn't had anyone to kiss since his first boyfriend gradauted and that only lasted a week.
A voice approaches the door and their separation is instantaneous, pulling apart as far as they can in this cramped space. Hongbin straightens his clothes while Sanghyuk runs his sleeve over his mouth.
Yujin leers at them. "How was bonding time?"
Hongbin just laughs.
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see other drabble post for more of these (includes 100%, exo, hello venus, after school, vixx, girl's day, nu'est, snsd, btob) or leave some prompts on my ask.fm that i will take FOREVER to write.
i wasn't going to advertise these but i figured since there isn't enough vixx fic in the world and two of these are somewhat substantial i'd go ahead. i hope someone enjoys them!
EXO, Chen/Xiumin
xiuchen for @avirjin
jongdae isn't expecting it when he hears the click of the shutter while he's busy trying to take minseok's entire cock into his throat. he pulls off, loud popping noise from the suction, and minseok is peering down at him through the viewfinder of his lomo. "hyung!" jongdae says, surprised. he reaches up to try and push the camera away but minseok pulls it back out of jongdae's reach.
"you look good like this," minseok says, bringing the camera back up to his face. he tilts his head thoughtfully. "i want to document it."
"you won't be able to get them developed."
"i'll find a way," minseok says, and thrusts his hips up at jongdae as if to remind him that there's a dick to be sucked.
BTOB, Hyunsik/Ilhoon
hyunsik/ilhoon -- kiss (an au where hyunsik is in a music club and they set up a kissing booth at the fall festival to raise money to perform)
"did you make a lot of money?"
hyunsik looks up from counting bills to find ilhoon leaning against the doorframe, half in the classroom and half out. he's got a heart drawn on his face, no doubt the idea of sungjae at the face painting table. "yeah, we did," hyunsik says, and waves the wad of cash around.
it wasn't bad way to earn money. a few (okay, more than a few- he turned out to be surprisingly popular) kisses with shy, giggly girls with heavy lip gloss as a shield against nerves were a small price to pay for the chance to perform. hyunah, his co-kisser, had it worse; she had a line of guys that practically circled around the block to get through, but she took it all in stride.
the festival is closing up, the table that hyunsik and hyunah had used is folded away and their banner preserved for next year. all that's left to do is count the money. ilhoon had worked the dunk tank. from what hyunsik could see his only job was to hand balls for people to throw at changsub. "did changsub get splashed?" hyunsik asked, folding away the cash inside of the zippered bag.
"not once," ilhoon says, laughing a little. his eyebrows tilt downward like he's angry when he laughs. it's one of those endearing things.
"all packed up?" hyunsik asks. ilhoon nods. "then go home! your noona bought lots of cotton candy, i bet she'll share."
instead, ilhoon takes a step into the classroom. in his hand, hyunsik notices, is a ₩1000 note. "i couldn't do this in front of everyone else," ilhoon says. he sounds casual, almost indifferent, but hyunsik knows hims well enough to see the hesitation in his steps. hyunsik swallows a lump in his throat.
"the booth is closed," hyunsiks says, and ilhoon stops so abrubtly that his shoulders jerk. hyunsik hurries to add, "but i'll do it for free."
"oh," ilhoon says. he laughs awkwardly. there's a table between them and hyunsik leans across it, planting his hands firmly on ilhoon's shoulders. he hopes the breath mints he popped earlier haven't worn off.
ilhoon tilts his head and hyunsik closes the gap, kissing him.
100%, Hyukjin/Rokhyun
addendum: by dancing in the moonlight i really meant hyukjin/rockhyun dance to/cover crayon pop
"i'm getting real tired of this cross dressing thing."
"i don't mind this time," hyukjin says, pushing his leg through one leg of his neon green tracksuit.
"at least the outfits are comfortable." he leans over to rokhyun and taps him lightly on the forehead. "your bandage is crooked."
hyukjin leans in, cupping rokhyun's jaw with one hand. hyukjin's face is too close to his, pearly whites shining. rokhyun laughs, awkwardly, and the mood is broken.
VIXX, Ken/Leo-ish
vixx, pet store employees
"this cat is evil," jaehwan says, holding his injured hand up to his chest. there are two claw marks running down the back of his hand. at least he wasn't scratched hard enough to draw blood this time.
"i think the problem is you," sanghyuk says. the cat in his arms nuzzles his face against sanghyuk's throat, purring happily. "leo is a perfectly sweet cat."
jaehwan glares at the cat over sanghyuk's shoulder and for a moment, he thinks that leo might be glaring back.
Minah/Yura, Chanyeol/Tao, NU'EST ot5, Sooyoung/Yuri, Hongbin/Ken
a sentence of porn for your top five pairings
1. the little pink heart dangling from the end jingles when minah carefully pushes the ring down, tightening the clamp around ahyoung's swollen nipple.
2. "you hate this, don't you?" zitao whispers into his ear, and chanyeol wishes he could cross his legs, do something to cover the motion of zitao's hand beneath his skirt, but all he can do is writhe helplessly in zitao's lap.
3. jonghyun isn't sure how this happened- baekho's thick fingers stroking his cock, minhyun's tongue in his mouth, minki pinching one of his nipples, aaron stroking his hair and watching through the viewfinder of his camera- but he's not sure he minds.
4. "oh my god," yuri pants out as her pussy clenches around sooyoung's fingers. sooyoung doesn't think this has much to do with god.
5. jaehwan loves the feeling of a cock in his throat, the way his tongue feels sliding over the head, the almost painful stretch of his lips, feeling like he's running out of air and being rewarded for his efforts with a gentle swipe of hongbin's thumb over his cheek.
VIXX, Ken/Leo
ken/leo soccer au please n___n (contains: blood and a minor injury)
because the universe hates taekwoon, he ends up with lee jaehwan on his intramural soccer team. not only is jaehwan only mildly coordinated at best, he's annoying and seems to think that they're friends. he seems to think he's friends with everyone and for the most part it seems to be a mutual conclusion but taekwoon has a few people he's known for years he's not willing to call friends and he's not about to make exceptions for some freshman with a high vocal range.
he puts jaehwan on goalie because the other intramural teams are, frankly, horrible, and taekwoon is betting on them never even getting close to the goal. jaehwan's goalkeeping strategy is mainly just flapping his arms around wildly. in his defense, he does manage to save a few goals that way. there is not a small kindling fire of begrudging respect in taekwoon's heart, not at all.
their first game is approaching and taekwoon pushes the team harder. jaehwan is sweating through his thin tank top, taekwoon notices, then immediately averts his eyes. they're doing drills. it should be simple. all jaehwan has to do is flap his arms about as usual. maybe he gets distracted by something (no doubt something as trivial as a bug flying past) but one minute jaehwan is standing and the next he's on the ground with a bloody nose.
taekwoon is at his side in a moment. "are you okay?" he asks, less soft spoken now that he's a touch frantic.
jaehwan nods. he pulls away the hand that had been cupping his face and blood drips from his nose. "i think i can see the light," he says, and reaches his bloody hand out. taekwoon isn't sure what jaehwan wants him to do with it. "hold me," jaehwan says. oh.
taekwoon volunteers to take jaehwan to the health clinic, or rather jaehwan won't let go of him long enough to let anyone else volunteer. he has his arm wrapped firmly around taekwoon's shoulder. "do you think it's broken?" he asks. "i've always wanted a nosejob."
jaehwan's body is warm, their arms sweaty arms sticking together. taekwoon isn't as bothered by this as he probably should be.
EXO, Kai/Suho + Peniel + Aron
aron, peniel, suho, kai, suho takes new country club members, aron and peniel, under his wing. kai the golf caddy is not pleased
by all accounts, jongin should like joonmyun's new friends. they get all their trash out of the cart before even pulling up to the clubhouse, they don't leave sticky drink spills in the cupholders, they tip well (not as well as joonmyun, but no one tips as well as joonmyun), and, well, it's nice to see joonmyun hanging out with people his age instead his father's stuffy old friends.
jongin doesn't like them. he fakes his smiles, gets his tips, but he doesn't like them, and he has a sneaking suspicion it has to do with losing his joonmyun alone time. as jongin hosed down carts, joonmyun would talk to him. he might've stood far enough away as not to sully his clean golf shoes, sure, but he's not like the other patrons. joonmyun actually sees him. or saw him, since aaron and peniel are now occupying all of his attention.
they come around the corner of the clubhouse in their cart, leaving it almost as clean as when jongin sent it out. aaron and peniel say hi, dropping a few bills in the cupholder before gathering their bags. joonmyun lingers a moment, and even with a hand over his eyes to shield the glare of the sun, jongin can't tell what his expression means.
"keep up the good work," joonmyun says, completely unpatronizing though he could be. he presses a few warm bills into jongin's hand and flashes his teeth, then runs along to catch up with his friends.
another huge tip. jongin can tell by the weight of the notes. he'd rather have a conversation.
VIXX, Hongbin/Hyuk
vixx, spin the bottle (not spin the bottle, close enough)
In the tenth round, Hongbin's name gets called. He'd been hoping that the bottle would keep avoiding him, that he could slip out of this mandatory seven minutes in heaven game unscathed. Surely they'd get bored eventually; it's not like waiting around for seven minutes and gossiping about what the people inside the closet were doing could be that entertaining for that long.
Still, the universe decides that forcing Hongbin into a closet is too good of irony to pass up. The fact that the empty soju bottle lands on a dude is just icing on the cake. Prior to the start of the game, they'd decided that same sex pairings would be pushed into the closet all the same. "Let's put two guys in there and watch them squirm!" A joke. Hongbin isn't laughing. And neither is the kid he's about to be toe-to-toe with, Hongbin notes.
As Hongbin stands, he sizes up his match. He sort of recognizes him as the younger brother of one of the girls at the party, a first-year student by his baby face. He is tall for a first year student, Hongbin notices when the kid is standing right next to him, hand on the doorknob.
"Seven minutes starts now," Yujin calls out.
Though an attempt was made to remove all of the clutter from the closet, there still isn't much room for the both of them to stand inside. The only light comes from a hanging overhead bulb that casts dim shadows across the kid's face. Strong features. Hongbin itches for a camera.
"I'm Sanghyuk," he says.
"Hongbin."
They both look down at their shoes, since there isn't anything else to look at. An awkward silence passes, though Hongbin has no idea how long it's been. A minute? Less than a minute?
"You know," Sanghyuk says, his tone conversational, like they're just shooting the shit. "I've never been kissed."
Hongbin thinks back to one of the earlier rounds. He remembers seeing Sanghyuk enter with a girl. He asks and Sanghyuk blushes. "She said she doesn't kiss younger guys. She ended up talking to me about the guy she had a crush on. It's okay, I-" Sanghyuk looks up from the floor for a moment, a tiny jerk of his head. "I didn't really want to kiss her anyway."
"Oh," says Hongbin. Another pause passes and Hongbin listens for noise outside of the door, hearing the heavy thump of bass as a new song begins.
"So," Sanghyuk says. He sort of giggles to himself. "If I ask if you want to, will you punch me?"
"I don't hit people," Hongbin says, which doesn't come out the way he means for it to. "I mean, I don't hit people anyway, but no, I wouldn't punch you for that. I'd- I'd say yes."
Sanghyuk laughs again. Hongbin takes the initiative. He cups Sanghyuk's face in his hands, his fingertips brushing against the hairs at the nape of Sanghyuk's neck, gently tilting it to avoid a clashing of noses. Sanghyuk has his jaw set like he has something to prove and it makes Hongbin smile. He taps a finger against the side of Sanghyuk's face. "Relax," Hongbin tells him.
And then he kisses him. Just a gentle press of lips, soft and easy. Hongbin feels Sanghyuk's hands come to rest around his waist, angling their bodies closer. Their mouths part, Sanghyuk's upper lip sliding between Hongbin's, and it's suddenly a lot less gentle and a lot more sloppy. Hongbin hasn't felt like this much of a teenage boy since his own first kiss where he popped a boner at first contact. The introduction of tongue causes Sanghyuk to fumble, jerking away for a gulp of air, but before Hongbin can ask if he's okay, Sanghyuk leans in and tries again.
They kiss until Hongbin isn't sure how much time's passed. Long enough for him to map out the inside of Sanghyuk's mouth with his tongue, certainly. He feels breathless, a little giddy. He hasn't had anyone to kiss since his first boyfriend gradauted and that only lasted a week.
A voice approaches the door and their separation is instantaneous, pulling apart as far as they can in this cramped space. Hongbin straightens his clothes while Sanghyuk runs his sleeve over his mouth.
Yujin leers at them. "How was bonding time?"
Hongbin just laughs.
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see other drabble post for more of these (includes 100%, exo, hello venus, after school, vixx, girl's day, nu'est, snsd, btob) or leave some prompts on my ask.fm that i will take FOREVER to write.
i wasn't going to advertise these but i figured since there isn't enough vixx fic in the world and two of these are somewhat substantial i'd go ahead. i hope someone enjoys them!