[4] Drabbles
As he watched Hyukjae’s jaw drop slowly, Yesung thought that this was definitely one of his more brilliant ideas. He watched the dancer’s throat move as he swallowed.
“Hyung-you-what?”
Yesung smiled, maybe a little too darkly, and Hyukjae suddenly looked nervous. “Let’s watch some porn together.”
“B-but,” Hyukjae stuttered, distressed, “why me? I mean, the two of us? I can just give you-“
“What?” Yesung interrupted. “No, I meant in a group. With the others. Let’s ask Donghae, maybe.”
“Oh,” Hyukjae said. “Oh.” He looked vaguely disappointed.
Yesung smiled contentedly. Definitely one of his more brilliant ideas.
Heroes | Jino/Jonghyun | humor | PG | 200 words
(Inspired by the prompt: "Put Shaggy (Scooby-Doo's partner) and Batgirl in an elevator and write a 200-word-scene." Taken from Creative Writing Prompts because the SM Town Prompt Generator is down.)
When Jonghyun stepped into the elevator right before the doors closed, Jino’s eyes immediately snapped to the display flashing their floor number as he tried to inconspicuously tug at the hem of his short skirt. He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment and prayed fervently that his senior wouldn’t recognize him with the mask covering half his face.
“Did you lose a bet or are you into cross-dressing?” Jonghyun asked, sounding amused.
Jino closed his eyes and admitted defeat. “Lost a bet. Hi hyung.” When he glanced over at the older man, Jonghyun was grinning openly.
“Who exactly are you supposed to be?”
For a moment, Jino fumbled for a way to make it sound less ridiculous, then sighed. “Batgirl.” A choked snicker. He would kill Donghae for making superheroes the motto of his party. Taking another glance at his hyung with his green shirt and brown pants, he asked, “And you?”
Jonghyun shrugged. “Shaggy from Scooby-Doo. We’re doing a group thing.”
Jino sighed again, feeling so listless that he couldn’t bring up enough energy for envy.
“Don’t worry,” Jonghyun snickered, patting Jino’s butt, “if someone assaults you, the gang will come to your rescue.”
Shuddering, Jino grimaced. “Great. Thanks.”
No Need for Stitches | Yesung/Donghae | friendship/school!AU | PG | 200 words
(For rubyls because I also promised. ♥ Inspired by this. Thank you, tumblr.)
Monday, Jongwoon was sporting freshly scabbed wounds at the corner of his mouth and on his brow bone, and together with the black clothes and the accessories, he managed to look rather dangerous. Donghae sighed. No wonder everyone else on campus avoided him when he smelled of trouble.
He found Jongwoon at the chain-link fence surrounding the rotting tennis courts and threw the ice pack that he had charmed out of the school nurse at the other’s head. Jongwoon caught it fumblingly and laughed, a scratchy, cheerful laugh that made Donghae grin goofily.
“You should stop getting yourself into trouble, hyung,” he said, the fence rattling as he leaned his shoulder against it next to Jongwoon, the sun burning on his cheek.
Jongwoon smiled sheepishly and shrugged, always too nice and lenient for his own good.
Sighing again, Donghae lifted his arm and pressed his hand over Jongwoon’s ridiculously small one with the swollen knuckles and the ice pack. “Does it hurt?”
“It does when you press on it like that.” Jongwoon swatted his hand away.
“Sorry.” Pushing his hands into his pockets, Donghae closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun.
“Hey, Donghae,” Jongwoon said warmly. “Thank you.”
Blind Man's Buff | Kyuhyun/Donghae | smut | NC-17 | 200 words
(Inspired by Sorry Sorry Answer and Donghae's rap part. Especially effective in dark rooms while lying in bed.)
He was panting, his fingers pressed tightly against the wall, his erection throbbing. He couldn’t see a thing, was trapped in darkness as he listened closely for any sound, his own breathing harsh in his ears.
Donghae’s fingers came out of nowhere, ghosting up his thighs, his torso, then they were gone again and Kyuhyun shivered in response. He bit his lip, his skin still burning from the touch, but he had no idea where the other was now. Behind, ready to press into him? In front, falling to his knees to take Kyuhyun into his mouth? Across the room, watching him, drinking him in? His hips jerked.
Blindfolded, he was too aware, could only wait and guess, his imagination constructing scenarios that made him painfully hard and needy. Donghae’s breath brushed the shell of his ear. “I want you to come for me, Kyuhyun.” His voice was rough. “Only for me.”
Then he was gone and Kyuhyun swallowed a moan, desperate for touch on his erection, anywhere and suddenly, Donghae was all around him, chest pressed against his back, hand sliding firmly over his member, teeth scraping over his neck, and Kyuhyun unraveled for him with a choked groan.
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A/N: I would really, really appreciate feedback on this. ♥
“Hyung-you-what?”
Yesung smiled, maybe a little too darkly, and Hyukjae suddenly looked nervous. “Let’s watch some porn together.”
“B-but,” Hyukjae stuttered, distressed, “why me? I mean, the two of us? I can just give you-“
“What?” Yesung interrupted. “No, I meant in a group. With the others. Let’s ask Donghae, maybe.”
“Oh,” Hyukjae said. “Oh.” He looked vaguely disappointed.
Yesung smiled contentedly. Definitely one of his more brilliant ideas.
Heroes | Jino/Jonghyun | humor | PG | 200 words
(Inspired by the prompt: "Put Shaggy (Scooby-Doo's partner) and Batgirl in an elevator and write a 200-word-scene." Taken from Creative Writing Prompts because the SM Town Prompt Generator is down.)
When Jonghyun stepped into the elevator right before the doors closed, Jino’s eyes immediately snapped to the display flashing their floor number as he tried to inconspicuously tug at the hem of his short skirt. He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment and prayed fervently that his senior wouldn’t recognize him with the mask covering half his face.
“Did you lose a bet or are you into cross-dressing?” Jonghyun asked, sounding amused.
Jino closed his eyes and admitted defeat. “Lost a bet. Hi hyung.” When he glanced over at the older man, Jonghyun was grinning openly.
“Who exactly are you supposed to be?”
For a moment, Jino fumbled for a way to make it sound less ridiculous, then sighed. “Batgirl.” A choked snicker. He would kill Donghae for making superheroes the motto of his party. Taking another glance at his hyung with his green shirt and brown pants, he asked, “And you?”
Jonghyun shrugged. “Shaggy from Scooby-Doo. We’re doing a group thing.”
Jino sighed again, feeling so listless that he couldn’t bring up enough energy for envy.
“Don’t worry,” Jonghyun snickered, patting Jino’s butt, “if someone assaults you, the gang will come to your rescue.”
Shuddering, Jino grimaced. “Great. Thanks.”
No Need for Stitches | Yesung/Donghae | friendship/school!AU | PG | 200 words
(For rubyls because I also promised. ♥ Inspired by this. Thank you, tumblr.)
Monday, Jongwoon was sporting freshly scabbed wounds at the corner of his mouth and on his brow bone, and together with the black clothes and the accessories, he managed to look rather dangerous. Donghae sighed. No wonder everyone else on campus avoided him when he smelled of trouble.
He found Jongwoon at the chain-link fence surrounding the rotting tennis courts and threw the ice pack that he had charmed out of the school nurse at the other’s head. Jongwoon caught it fumblingly and laughed, a scratchy, cheerful laugh that made Donghae grin goofily.
“You should stop getting yourself into trouble, hyung,” he said, the fence rattling as he leaned his shoulder against it next to Jongwoon, the sun burning on his cheek.
Jongwoon smiled sheepishly and shrugged, always too nice and lenient for his own good.
Sighing again, Donghae lifted his arm and pressed his hand over Jongwoon’s ridiculously small one with the swollen knuckles and the ice pack. “Does it hurt?”
“It does when you press on it like that.” Jongwoon swatted his hand away.
“Sorry.” Pushing his hands into his pockets, Donghae closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun.
“Hey, Donghae,” Jongwoon said warmly. “Thank you.”
Blind Man's Buff | Kyuhyun/Donghae | smut | NC-17 | 200 words
(Inspired by Sorry Sorry Answer and Donghae's rap part. Especially effective in dark rooms while lying in bed.)
He was panting, his fingers pressed tightly against the wall, his erection throbbing. He couldn’t see a thing, was trapped in darkness as he listened closely for any sound, his own breathing harsh in his ears.
Donghae’s fingers came out of nowhere, ghosting up his thighs, his torso, then they were gone again and Kyuhyun shivered in response. He bit his lip, his skin still burning from the touch, but he had no idea where the other was now. Behind, ready to press into him? In front, falling to his knees to take Kyuhyun into his mouth? Across the room, watching him, drinking him in? His hips jerked.
Blindfolded, he was too aware, could only wait and guess, his imagination constructing scenarios that made him painfully hard and needy. Donghae’s breath brushed the shell of his ear. “I want you to come for me, Kyuhyun.” His voice was rough. “Only for me.”
Then he was gone and Kyuhyun swallowed a moan, desperate for touch on his erection, anywhere and suddenly, Donghae was all around him, chest pressed against his back, hand sliding firmly over his member, teeth scraping over his neck, and Kyuhyun unraveled for him with a choked groan.
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A/N: I would really, really appreciate feedback on this. ♥