kficanon | part seven: opening august 22, 4pm kst

share stuff you've written, request fills, or prompt fills here.

Juhee's mouth tastes like soju, and numbness, and hot breath against her cheek. Hyelim tries to hide it, the way her heart rolls storm-like against her ribs, but the twist of Juhee's mouth shows the knowledge. When she presses her hip against Juhee's crotch she shudders, and Hyelim laps it up, biting against her bottom lip. Juhee's hand is warm against her underwear.

anon this is so good.

UNFS. the last sentence is delicious. (what groups is this tho?)

Re: no prompt because i am too drunk for this shit

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Min's hand is warm, and cold, against her hip. She isn't one hundred percent sure either way, besides the fact that her entire mind is focused on that hand, at her right: the way her palm rests, slightly sweaty, against the jut of her hip bone, tight against the skin. The way Amber tugs at the hair on the nape of her neck and Min groans, at the back of her throat, with her nails digging in at Amber's back.

"Is this-", Min says, her teeth glowing against the darkeness,

"Yeah, this is good," Amber replies, and Min's hand creeps a little lower.

lol it's 9:30 AM here so it would be weird if i were drunk.

anon you have a really great balance between fantastic writing and idk, sexiness.

Re: i think im the only drunk anon right now lol// f(x)/miss a, min/amber

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the physics of it are a little complicated at first, jongdae craning his neck up just to reach, standing on his toes. But he hooks his thumbs through kris' belt loops, tugging, until kris gets his hint and slides his legs apart. The new angle makes it easier to lick into jondae's mouth, as well as for him to fit himself between kris' thighs, Jongdae grinds against him, slow and hesitant, and Kris feels the strong press of the brick wall against his back.

ashgfjagshfajgha - anon, you can't stop there, you just can't

asdfghj UNFS. never really thought about this pairing but seconding anon above as in this needs a continuation!

MOOOOORE

a-a-anon, you cannot do this aksdf;asjdf;

no prompt, i just wanted to write the first line negl

you're in a car with a beautiful boy and he's bent over the front seat with your cock in his mouth. he's getting saliva all over your suit pants but you don't care because his mouth is warm and wet and his pointed canines occasionally skim against the shaft and the hint of danger makes you harder. his tongue is pressing your cock tight against the roof of his mouth, arcing back towards his throat, and every time he grunts as he takes you in deeper your gut constricts just a little bit more.

you're not quite sure how you got to this point; you were only supposed to be driving him home after the office party, where he'd had too much red wine. ("it's free," he said blankly when he caught you watching him pour another glass. at the time you weren't thinking about how hot the alcohol would make his breath when he leaned over in the car and kissed you with a hand on your crotch.) instead you pulled over in front of his house, and now you have your fingers in his dark hair and all you can do is moan and bang your head against the headrest while he sucks your cock. and when he reaches an unsteady hand up to claw at the buttons of your shirt and his fingers brush your nipple through the fabric, you have to close your eyes and you thrust up twice and then you're coming into his mouth. and you can feel the heat as your come dribbles out over your lap but he's still holding your cock in his mouth, hot and enveloping. then he releases it and lays his head on your thigh and looks up. "thanks for the ride."

you hope you don't forget to get your pants dry-cleaned tomorrow.

THE FIRST LINE i lol irl but the rest of this was so hat unf

anon i am dying over the first line

(uuuh sorry this is long and not very smutty and probably not quite what the prompter had in mind and i'm not drunk either but whatever \o/)

Baek just barely reaches beau before Tao groans and pushes her away. She’s heard it so many times she’s not even sure what the words mean anymore, they barely register in her brain, they’re blank and dull and stupid. Her hand molds over Baek’s collarbone, jutting sharp through her pale skin, and all in the same moment Tao realizes that she’s being a little harsher than necessarily and wonders distantly if she’d be able to laugh it off afterwards, hurrying to force a faint groan-like giggle out of her throat to prepare for it although it fits bad and jams itself stuck somewhere by her tonsils. She realizes how her own body stiffens.

Baek ignores it all, immediately pressing closer and sneaking her hands back around Tao’s waist. “Taozi.” She repeats, voice muffled against Tao’s shoulder-blade.

Tao’s arms fall limp against her sides. One part of her is stubbornly indignant and angry ( - angry at the injustice of the world, at the circumference of Baek’s wrist, angry at herself and angry at Baek for never taking her seriously although she’s not sure she wants to be taken seriously at all maybe she just wants to hear those dull words over and over and over until she might finally believe in them and she is so angry at how things can never be like you want them to be, why can’t they just be how you want them to be for once - ) while another has already resigned, resigned long ago, resigned even when the thought first appeared in own head because she knows how this plays, she knows how Baek deals with her insecurities whether she likes it or not and she can tell herself it’s not gonna be like that this time, they’re on their way out, and she’s not even in the mood, and she won’t give in, and, it’s not gonna happen okay, but she still only finds herself standing there, listless, noting the warmth seeps into her crotch as Baek draws blunt nails over the lines of her abs, realizes how it was just waiting for its cue to pour out, realizes how she was just duped by her own cooch. Well, shit.

“You trimmed.” She says instead, deadpan and lame.

Baek laughs breathily against her back, and Tao swallows as she feels the tip of a tongue come out to lap at the skin, just shortly. The nails scrape against her belly. (And Tao hates it, hates how it’s too hard and defined and, and – masculine, after over ten years of martial arts, hates the shape of her biceps, hates the width of her shoulders, hates how Baek barely reaches up over her neck while pressed against her back.) “You complained.”

“I only—“ Tao starts, voice embarrassingly high-pitched, but she swiftly falls quiet as the fingers slip down, going straight beneath the waistline of her jeans. No notice, no warning. Baek – delicate, gorgeous, confident Baek – doesn’t ask if she doesn’t have to. Tao groans, and doesn’t even bother to resist (well, what-the-fuck-ever) as the other hand pops the buttons of her pants; the first sneaking further down, middle finger skimming along lips and then slipping between them, deftly finding the pearl of nerves where they join. Tao’s hips buck - too early, too sensitive - and she glances at the clock by the dresser. Half an hour till Kai comes to pick them up.

Who needs make-up. They look fucking fabulous.

“If you’re gonna do it.” Tao sniffs, pulling away just enough to tug the jeans down her legs. “Do it properly.”

Baek grins wide, rubbing the tip of her middle finger against her thumb. She doesn’t ask before kissing her, tippy-toed, arm wrapped tight around Tao’s neck and mouth hot and wet against Tao’s.

“Taozi.” She says, and here they come again; those blank and dull and stupid words. Tao hums noncommittally, tugging Baek’s hand towards her again and spreading her legs just a tad, sucking the strawberry lip-gloss off Baek’s thin lips. “You are the most beautiful girl in the world.”

ANON I AM SO VERKLEMPT. like i am clutching my chest and making weird choking noises because this is so great? and not at all what i had in mind but like in the best manner possible because you exceeded my expectations a million fold.

( - angry at the injustice of the world, at the circumference of Baek’s wrist, angry at herself and angry at Baek for never taking her seriously although she’s not sure she wants to be taken seriously at all maybe she just wants to hear those dull words over and over and over until she might finally believe in them and she is so angry at how things can never be like you want them to be, why can’t they just be how you want them to be for once - )

MY SWEET BEAUTIFUL TAO. i love how you wrote his insecurities in the context of his femininity (does that make sense?) and baekhyun is lovely and tiny ;~~~~;

and this was very hot too so gj \o/ your writing style is just wonderful. tysm anon.

Re: exo, genderswap!baektao

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for the anon who wanted members with benefits, i hope this is okay ;~;

It only takes one drunken night for this to become a thing.

Woohyun pulls Sunggyu into his lap and jerks him off quickly, hand stuffed into Sunggyu’s tight tight jeans, Sunggyu tilting his head back and clenching his eyes shut as his hips rut helplessly against Woohyun.

Maybe Woohyun takes it a bit too far when he tugs Sunggyu down by the back of the neck and kisses him, bites his lips and tastes Sunggyu’s five (six?) beers. Keeps him there until Sunggyu comes with a whimper, hunching over Woohyun, knees balanced precariously either side of Woohyun’s hips.

The next morning, Sunggyu’s the last to get up, complaining about his hangover, massaging his temples gingerly. As he walks past, intent on getting his coffee, Woohyun, leaning against the kitchen doorframe, lets his fingers trail across Sunggyu’s exposed abdomen, making the older boy stumble slightly.

“Wait,” Sunggyu asks, confused, voice raspy from the night before (though which vice caused this particular croak, drink or lust, Woohyun isn’t sure), “is this a thing now?”

“If you want it to be.” Woohyun says this carefully, voice measured and cool.

Sunggyu bites his lip, looks away. Nods.

“Good,” Woohyun murmurs with a pleased smile, moving behind Sunggyu to kiss his neck.

“It’s not like I like you or anything,” Sunggyu clarifies sullenly, tilting his head to the side, giving way to Woohyun.

“That’s okay,” Woohyun replies easily. “I don’t like you either.”

kekee this is awesome

HAHAHAHA SUNGGYU IS SO TSUNDERE. this was hot anon

Re: infinite, sunggyu/woohyun

(Anonymous) - 2012-08-25 10:43 (UTC) - Expand

idk what this is? i'm not drunk yet but i might finish this when i am.

what is clarity. what is porn.

Jonghyun's fingers are short and thick and as he wraps them around his length, Aaron can see stain of the permanent marker on the insides of his fingertips, remnants of their signing that he'll have to scrub off in the shower tomorrow. "You don't have to do this if you don't want," Aaron means to say, but then Jonghyun thrusts his hand upward and all he can do is gasp ineffectively.

He keeps his face tilted down, concentrating on the movement of his hand, but Aaron wants to look him in the eye so he nudges Jonghyun's jaw with his nose, over and over between ragged breaths until Jonghyun finally looks up. There's determination in the furrow of his brow and the hard line of his mouth. Aaron laughs a little and Jonghyun's hand stills.

"What?" he asks, a hint of panic in his voice.

"Relax. You're not going to mess up." Before Jonghyun can freak himself out, Aaron presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth and places his own hand on top of Jonghyun's. "Watch me."

Re: nu'est, aron/jr

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There's a million girls on the dance floor, a million of them in various states of undress, each of them hotter than the next, but none of them are the girl that Min is looking for.

It was a week prior on the club's monthly ladies night that Min first spotted her, sitting at the bar nursing a bright colored drink, nose turned up to the boys surrounding her. In the middle of the dance floor, Min paused, hands stilling on the waist of the girl she'd been dancing with. Someone bumped her from behind and it was all the incentive Min needed to weave through the crowd to the bar.

Up close, the girl was just as beautiful. her dark hair pulled back into a high ponytail, drawing all of the attention to the sharp lines of her face and the studded collar wrapped around her delicate throat. Min cleared her throat.

"Want to dance?"

Min lost track of time on the dance floor, concentrating only on the feeling of their thighs sliding against each other and the bass thrumming through her body. With her sweaty bangs hanging in her face, Min didn't notice the girl leaning in closer until the spikes of her collar brushed against Min's throat.

"Kiss me," the girl said, and it wasn't a request Min could deny.

Her mouth was candy-sweet and yielding beneath Min's lips. Their movements halted until they were just rocking against each other. Min slipped her hands underneath the girl's collar, feeling goosebumps rise up on the sweat-slick skin beneath her fingertips.

The girl's hands moved from Min's waist to cup her breasts through her shirt. Even with two layers of fabric in the way, Min's could feel the heat of the girl's fingers as she pinched her nipples.

Min pulled away, breathless and ready to ask the girl to head back to the bathroom with her, but the girl only offered her a sympathetic smile before she pushed herself off of Min completely and disappeared into the crowd.

(the end is a cop-out. idk how to dance either.)

i’m not drunk enough for this, but i’m drunk enough to blame any typos or lost words or weird sentences on it. a continuation to my last boa/hyuk or something like that

"hyukjae, hyukjae," she repeats his name like he repeats prayers before bed or going on stage, almost breathless and he just barely manages to wonder why she isn't already. she arches beneath him, stretches out. her neck is pale and he wants to keep it like that; he nips at her collarbones and bites at her sternum instead. she moans.

"i've dances with others before you, i will dance with others after you." light laughter, stuttered. a groan, probably his, the slick sound of skin against skin hanging in the clammy air. "i already have."

"because you're boa," he says and she freezes beneath him. she has fought with him, teased, even with her strength not matching his and her muscles locked up, but now he can feel that it's serious in a whole other way. he feels dread fills his stomach, the heat that has been pooling in it quickly forgotten — he waits for her to tell him to get off. her eyes turn hard as they look at each other, but her grip on his hands hardens and her nails dig into his skin. she clenches her thighs, and he realises he stopped thrusting when his hips jerks.

when he comes it's between the soft skin of her thighs. when he thinks he finally has her, he doesn't.

Re: boa/suju, boa/eunhyuk

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suhoon's thighs are warm and heavy around his waist, locked behind his back at ankles and holding him captive like suhoon's eyes usually do. suhoon is muffling tiny sounds in the back of his hand, dark sweaty locks sticking to his face and hyunmin thinks that he's somewhat beautiful.

he leans down and nudges suhoon's hand away with his nose, sucks a swollen lip between his teeth and enjoys the shudder of the body beneath his. suhoon kisses back, tired but needy, and hyunmin closes his eyes, pretends that it's okay for a moment, because suhoon is not going to remember it in the morning anyways.

Re: dgna, suhoon/hyunmin

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Re: dgna, suhoon/hyunmin

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sry to post something unfinished but i've been awake for 24 hours at this point and there's no way this is getting completed tonight

It only comes as a minor surprise when Kris unlocks the hotel door to find Zitao and Jongdae half-naked and making out on the bed that Kris had claimed hours before. They look up at the sound of the door shutting and even from across the room Kris can see the swell and glossy shine of Zitao's lips as they curl into a gasp of surprise.

Kris knows right away there are two ways this can go. They can shuffle around for their shirts, Jongdae laughing like always and Zitao's cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, mumbling out a, "Sorry, we didn't think you'd be back so soon."

Or Kris can cut him off right there, waving a hand dismissively as he toes off his sneakers by the doorway, saying, "You don't have to stop on my account" and he can hope that Zitao's need to impress him and Jongdae's desire to please will take over from there.

"What?" Jongdae asks in Korean, smiling like he does when he's confused.

Kris takes a seat on the empty bed, leaning back on his palms. "I said, you don't have to stop on my account."

It takes Jongdae a moment to work out his meaning and when he does, he turns to Zitao with a wicked grin on his face. "You heard duizhang," he says right before he grabs Zitao by the jaw and plants a searing kiss to his mouth.

Zitao makes a muffled noise of surprise but it's not long before he's pliant beneath Jongdae's touch, opening his mouth to allow Jongdae entrance. From the distance between the two beds it's easy to see their their tongues darting together, to hear the soft whimpers coming from Zitao, and Kris feels heat pooling at his hips immediately.

After some fumbling with belts and precariously skinny jeans, they're sprawled out naked on the bed and Kris can't help the way his eyes devour the both of them. Jongdae's slender frame against the sharp lines of Zitao's muscles, pale hand skimming along tanned skin. There's a sureness to the movement of Jongdae's fingers and though he's small, there's nothing delicate about the way he looks grinding his body against Zitao's.

Kris has held out as long as he can, but when Jongdae moves down to lap at the head of Zitao's cock, he can't wait anymore.

Re: exo, chen/tao/kris

(Anonymous) - 2012-08-25 11:41 (UTC) - Expand

whoop whoop attempted piercing kink. I read somewhere? that sungyeol got five doen at once? if not then just go with it.

Sungyeol gets them all done at once. He'd read up about it on the internet - recounts of the pain, how it hurt more there. He doesn't think it sounds too bad.

He sits in the chair with his hair pinned out of the way and presses his hands in between his knees. The first punch of the needle through his skin isn't too much of a shock, because Sungyeol had his eyes open and he watched as the girl came closer and held her hands up to his ear, just out of sight even if he strains his peripheral vision.

The second one stings. A bit higher, getting further away from the soft lobe.

The third, the fourth, the needle piercing his skin and leaving a hole to be filled with expensive studs. Sungyeol bits his lips and breathes through the pain.

The fifth and final piercing goes in. Sungyeol can't help the small sound that escapes his clamped lips. The girl looks at him, claps a sympathetic hand on his left shoulder. "All done!"

Sungyeol thanks her, stands on shaky legs and looks in the mirror and doesn't really recognise himself. His ear is adorned with metal, small studs standing out so brightly against his red angry skin.

Sungyeol decides he likes it.

They heal and don't hurt in less time than he'd thought. Soon he's not cupping a protective hand around his ear when someone gets too close, he's not careful when changing, as if the cloth could catch and rip his jewellery out with one insensitive tug. Sungyeol sleeps on his left side and barely feels them digging into him.

And then in the shower, he washes his hair and his fingers catch on an earring. And Sungyeol's suddenly, shockingly hard. And oh, a gentle tug, not enough to damage, just enough to feel it, Sungyeol knows he likes it. And it only makes sense, Sungyeol thinks, to keep one hand there while the other wraps around his dick, and he gets off just like that - one hand tugging his hair and the other jerking off until he comes and it washes down the drain with the last remaining traces of shampoo.

And then Myungsoo happens. He holds Sungyeol with a hand on his neck and kisses him like wish fulfilment. Sungyeol kisses back with his eyes half-open, keeping watch, and he curls his fingers in Myungsoo's shirt and keeps him there.

So they go on, with schedules and practice and recordings and rushed hand jobs in the bathroom and kisses in the dark of their room and it's so comfortable and nice that Sungyeol could keep going just like this.

Except.

Sungyeol doesn't know how to bring it up. Because Myungsoo is gentle and sweet and so so careful, like he's constantly aware that at any moment this could be broken because it's just such a fragile thing. And Sungyeol just doesn't know how to say, please be rough with me.

But in the end it's exactly that. Sungyeol pulls back from the kiss, looks at Myungsoo sprawled across the bed and says "I'd really like it if you paid attention to my piercings." His hand comes up to touch them, reflex. Myungsoo stays reclined, mouth still open, face turning thoughtful.

"Come here."

And Sungyeol goes, because he always would. He lands next to Myungsoo and Myungsoo pushes him back until Sungyeol's head is on the pillows and Myungsoo's mouth is on his ear. His hot breath is enough to get Sungyeol shifting, fingers tightening on the bed sheets and Myungsoo's thigh.

He bites and it's a million times better than Sungyeol using his fingers, so much more intense to have Myungsoo's teeth hooking a stud, tugging it until Sungyeol's almost afraid it will be ripped out and blood will mix with Myungsoo's saliva and spill down over them.

But it doesn't, Myungsoo lets go and Sungyeol breathes out, not aware he'd even held his breath. Myungsoo slips a hand down and Sungyeol helps, gets his pants undone so Myungsoo can slide his hand in and over Sungyeol's dick. He licks at Sungyeol's eat and it should feel weird but mostly it's just good. Sungyeol shifts his hips, tilts his head. he doesn't know where he wants to go but he knows he wants more.

And Myungsoo obliges, catching another piercing between his teeth, small tugs to match the way his hand moves. Sungyeol's hands are useless and he can't even tip his head back with a moan, so he mostly stays frozen, the only sign of enjoyment the almost whimpers that sound a bit like they;re being punched out of him, like he's in pain and Myungsoo almost stops but Sungyeol hasn't said anything so he keeps going. Myungsoo bites the edge of Sungyeol's ear, the taste of skin so different from the tangy metal, and Sungyeol comes and arches up and Myungsoo's teeth slip and the slightest hint of blood is there on his tongue.

drunken porn writing party: sharing

no prompt because i am too drunk for this shit

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i think im the only drunk anon right now lol// f(x)/miss a, min/amber

Re: i think im the only drunk anon right now lol// f(x)/miss a, min/amber

Exo, Chen/Kris

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infinite, sunggyu/hoya

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exo, genderswap!baektao

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infinite, sunggyu/woohyun

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nu'est, aron/jr

miss a, min/jia (prompt 3)

boa/suju, boa/eunhyuk

dgna, suhoon/hyunmin

exo, chen/tao/kris

infinite, sungyeol/myungsoo