FIC: [DBSK] Over the... (3 drabbles)
Title: Over the...
Pairings: Jaejoong/Junsu
Lenght: Drabble x 3 (max.370 words)
Rating: from PG-13 (first and third) to NC-17 (second)
Warnings: Language, sexual content, probably some grammar
Genre: Angst, Smut
A/N: This is my FIRST time posting something I wrote in english and posting it here XD Please be considerate and don't bash me too much XD Since I'm a REAL music junkie my playlist is always full of different types of songs. Ideas come to my head one after another when I listen to music. An since I was gathering my strength to write something, I concluded that music drabble will do XD BUT they turned out to be a oneshot-ish drabbles or drabble-ish oneshots XD All of them are dedicated to forever_smilez. Your works Sweetie were like a wake-up call for my inner JaeSu fangirl ^_^ Although this little 'something' can't be compared to works of such artists like you, scarletpeonies or other really talented fanfiction writers, I hope people will have fun reading it ^_^
Inspired by: Finger Eleven - Paralyzer
Title: Over the glass
Count of words: 367 words
He was sitting near the bar.
This place wasn't crowded. Even once. He used to come by and drink whatever was strong and cheap enough. Today was the same, nothing new.
Feeling tired, kinda out of a place - usual routine.
Outside of this little, forgotten mole-hole, which officials considered "a restaurant" (basing only on papers, though), noisy streets of Seoul could swallow you, chew you up and spit you in one second if you were different than the others. He knew it. He was prepared for it.
But still, some futile attempts on freeing from this shit were taken. Those attempts tasted like soju (probably, because he had forgotten what he ordered when first coming here. For now he limited himself to: "The usual... But in the glass...").
Yeah, today was definitely no different...
At least until this little fucker came in. All eyes were fixed on him. No wonder - the guy looked kinda innocent, but at the same time, God only knows how, he managed to be so... 'sensual' for the lack of more fitting word? Short, spiked, brown hair seemed to give him the so-called 'boyish' image. But his lips... His lips were definitely begging to be ravished. And his body... Did he know that he was provoking all those horny guys with his perfectly shaped rear? For fuck's sake, he must have known - it was a friggin' gay bar!
The brown-haired boy maneuvered himself between tables, visibly not giving a fuck about the curious stares. He went straight to the bar.
"Excuse me... Is this place taken?"
"It depends..."
"It depends? On what?" The cinnamon-painted eyes were checking out him with poorly hidden amusement. Yeah, he had it coming - a slut on a hunt. Good thing that this particular slut was fine like hell. He gulped his soju in one shot and grinned.
"On how free are you tonight..."
The smile that came after his words made him weak in the knees. For a moment there he thought something about being stryck by a lightning.
However, there was one more thing that he had noticed... The way those chocolate-colored orbs became dark with lust and anticipation.
And then he made a decision: to give those eyes all what they wanted.
Inspired by: BYZ - Do You Wanna Fuck?
Title: Over the senses
Count of words: 350 words
It was fast. It took only one intense gaze, only one brushing touch and only one lame pick-up line for them to realize that this was going to be probably one of the most heated nights in their relatively short lives.
The brown-haired boy was practically slammed onto the motel wall. The blonde guy pinned him with his hands, bruising plump lips in fierce kiss. The younger man could feel their tongues battling for dominance. He became a little dizzy and kinda wobbly on his legs, but the other was supporting him with his weigh. The blonde’s knee was between his thighs. Unconscious moves of the two bodies created heated fiction - it was almost inappropriately arousing.
The blonde merged their lips one more time. The brown-haired lad was now sure that it tasted like alcohol and cigarettes. But he couldn't care less. His partner knew how to distract him from everything. Long fingers wandered across smooth skin on tanned abs, straight to his buckle and zipper.
When guy's hand went into his boxers, he gasped in anticipation, simultaneously mirroring other's moves. Brown-haired boy grinned, feeling bites on his exposed neck.
"Say... What's your name again?" The younger asked breathlessly, one hand digging hard into other shoulders, while second pumped blonde's length.
"You're pretty much a bitch, Junsu... Don't even remember the name of guy who's going to fuck you?", he whispered, licking latter earlobe, while his finger started to tease wanton hole hid under silky underwear.
"Sorry 'bout that..." The boy giggled and tried thrusting into the blonde's firm gasp on his cock. He was stopped - two fingers entered him without a warning.
"Oh my fucking God!" Junsu shouted, voice huskier than ever.
"No, sorry, not from this department... Just Jaejoong..." He pushed further, earning spasmatic breath ghosting over his left cheek.
"Do you wanna fuck me, Jae?" The lad half-moaned, closing his muscles around two furiously scissoring him digits. "Do it hard..."
"You bet, I will" he answered, eyes fixed on the little beast before him.
They knew. It wasn't something obligatory. They only wanted to escape for a moment.
Inspired by: Submersed - Hollow
Title: Over the holes
Count of words: 372 words
A slender figure started to cover itself with clothes that were scattered on the floor.
The quite sound of a lighter refusing to work properly filled the silent room.
Now they were regretting all the wild, rough things they did almost an hour ago. It was awkward to look each other's faces, because from the begining this was going to end badly. No cuddling, no sweet-talking. Only the burdened by guilt shoulders.
The desire to run from a drowned in after-sex scent room was great.
The younger one was quicker in his preparations for leaving. When he grasped the doorknob, a calm but kind of sad voice reached his ears.
"Su-ah, when you go home, I'll be lonely."
Junsu didn't turn around.
"Jae, you were lonely even when I was near you, so what's the point in saying it now?"
"You feel empty, don't you? What is the reason you cheated on him?"
The lad's eyes widened at the question. He slowly faced the blonde, who was sitting on the bed, flicking a cigarette between his long fingers.
"How do y..."
"How should I put this?... There is something missing, isn't it?"
When a sudden realization came, the younger man's features softened.
"We are the same, aren't we, Jae?"
Jaejoong patted the place beside him, giving the other a clear sign to sit down. Junsu flopped on the messed covers, all strength drained by the thoughts of hating himself for his weakness, of anger at everything that was making him hollow inside.
The thoughts of betrayal which first was committed on him and then he gave in to his desire for revenge.
He shifted uncomfortably, but when he felt his fingers tangled with Jaejoong's something inside him broke into million small pieces.
The brown-haired boy shyly lifted his gaze, only to meet an equally awkward expression on the blonde's face.
"Ca-can I do something?" Junsu didn't want his voice to be so shaky, but he couldn't help it.
Jaejoong nodded and that was when the boy rested his head on his shoulders, silently watching motel walls.
The blonde stared at the peaceful silhouette. He saw crystal tears rolling down flushed cheeks. His eyes teared.
It was like they both could breath now.
I hope you liked it ^_^ Remember - comments are always loved (and health criticism is also needed XD)
Pairings: Jaejoong/Junsu
Lenght: Drabble x 3 (max.370 words)
Rating: from PG-13 (first and third) to NC-17 (second)
Warnings: Language, sexual content, probably some grammar
Genre: Angst, Smut
A/N: This is my FIRST time posting something I wrote in english and posting it here XD Please be considerate and don't bash me too much XD Since I'm a REAL music junkie my playlist is always full of different types of songs. Ideas come to my head one after another when I listen to music. An since I was gathering my strength to write something, I concluded that music drabble will do XD BUT they turned out to be a oneshot-ish drabbles or drabble-ish oneshots XD All of them are dedicated to forever_smilez. Your works Sweetie were like a wake-up call for my inner JaeSu fangirl ^_^ Although this little 'something' can't be compared to works of such artists like you, scarletpeonies or other really talented fanfiction writers, I hope people will have fun reading it ^_^
Inspired by: Finger Eleven - Paralyzer
Title: Over the glass
Count of words: 367 words
He was sitting near the bar.
This place wasn't crowded. Even once. He used to come by and drink whatever was strong and cheap enough. Today was the same, nothing new.
Feeling tired, kinda out of a place - usual routine.
Outside of this little, forgotten mole-hole, which officials considered "a restaurant" (basing only on papers, though), noisy streets of Seoul could swallow you, chew you up and spit you in one second if you were different than the others. He knew it. He was prepared for it.
But still, some futile attempts on freeing from this shit were taken. Those attempts tasted like soju (probably, because he had forgotten what he ordered when first coming here. For now he limited himself to: "The usual... But in the glass...").
Yeah, today was definitely no different...
At least until this little fucker came in. All eyes were fixed on him. No wonder - the guy looked kinda innocent, but at the same time, God only knows how, he managed to be so... 'sensual' for the lack of more fitting word? Short, spiked, brown hair seemed to give him the so-called 'boyish' image. But his lips... His lips were definitely begging to be ravished. And his body... Did he know that he was provoking all those horny guys with his perfectly shaped rear? For fuck's sake, he must have known - it was a friggin' gay bar!
The brown-haired boy maneuvered himself between tables, visibly not giving a fuck about the curious stares. He went straight to the bar.
"Excuse me... Is this place taken?"
"It depends..."
"It depends? On what?" The cinnamon-painted eyes were checking out him with poorly hidden amusement. Yeah, he had it coming - a slut on a hunt. Good thing that this particular slut was fine like hell. He gulped his soju in one shot and grinned.
"On how free are you tonight..."
The smile that came after his words made him weak in the knees. For a moment there he thought something about being stryck by a lightning.
However, there was one more thing that he had noticed... The way those chocolate-colored orbs became dark with lust and anticipation.
And then he made a decision: to give those eyes all what they wanted.
Inspired by: BYZ - Do You Wanna Fuck?
Title: Over the senses
Count of words: 350 words
It was fast. It took only one intense gaze, only one brushing touch and only one lame pick-up line for them to realize that this was going to be probably one of the most heated nights in their relatively short lives.
The brown-haired boy was practically slammed onto the motel wall. The blonde guy pinned him with his hands, bruising plump lips in fierce kiss. The younger man could feel their tongues battling for dominance. He became a little dizzy and kinda wobbly on his legs, but the other was supporting him with his weigh. The blonde’s knee was between his thighs. Unconscious moves of the two bodies created heated fiction - it was almost inappropriately arousing.
The blonde merged their lips one more time. The brown-haired lad was now sure that it tasted like alcohol and cigarettes. But he couldn't care less. His partner knew how to distract him from everything. Long fingers wandered across smooth skin on tanned abs, straight to his buckle and zipper.
When guy's hand went into his boxers, he gasped in anticipation, simultaneously mirroring other's moves. Brown-haired boy grinned, feeling bites on his exposed neck.
"Say... What's your name again?" The younger asked breathlessly, one hand digging hard into other shoulders, while second pumped blonde's length.
"You're pretty much a bitch, Junsu... Don't even remember the name of guy who's going to fuck you?", he whispered, licking latter earlobe, while his finger started to tease wanton hole hid under silky underwear.
"Sorry 'bout that..." The boy giggled and tried thrusting into the blonde's firm gasp on his cock. He was stopped - two fingers entered him without a warning.
"Oh my fucking God!" Junsu shouted, voice huskier than ever.
"No, sorry, not from this department... Just Jaejoong..." He pushed further, earning spasmatic breath ghosting over his left cheek.
"Do you wanna fuck me, Jae?" The lad half-moaned, closing his muscles around two furiously scissoring him digits. "Do it hard..."
"You bet, I will" he answered, eyes fixed on the little beast before him.
They knew. It wasn't something obligatory. They only wanted to escape for a moment.
Inspired by: Submersed - Hollow
Title: Over the holes
Count of words: 372 words
A slender figure started to cover itself with clothes that were scattered on the floor.
The quite sound of a lighter refusing to work properly filled the silent room.
Now they were regretting all the wild, rough things they did almost an hour ago. It was awkward to look each other's faces, because from the begining this was going to end badly. No cuddling, no sweet-talking. Only the burdened by guilt shoulders.
The desire to run from a drowned in after-sex scent room was great.
The younger one was quicker in his preparations for leaving. When he grasped the doorknob, a calm but kind of sad voice reached his ears.
"Su-ah, when you go home, I'll be lonely."
Junsu didn't turn around.
"Jae, you were lonely even when I was near you, so what's the point in saying it now?"
"You feel empty, don't you? What is the reason you cheated on him?"
The lad's eyes widened at the question. He slowly faced the blonde, who was sitting on the bed, flicking a cigarette between his long fingers.
"How do y..."
"How should I put this?... There is something missing, isn't it?"
When a sudden realization came, the younger man's features softened.
"We are the same, aren't we, Jae?"
Jaejoong patted the place beside him, giving the other a clear sign to sit down. Junsu flopped on the messed covers, all strength drained by the thoughts of hating himself for his weakness, of anger at everything that was making him hollow inside.
The thoughts of betrayal which first was committed on him and then he gave in to his desire for revenge.
He shifted uncomfortably, but when he felt his fingers tangled with Jaejoong's something inside him broke into million small pieces.
The brown-haired boy shyly lifted his gaze, only to meet an equally awkward expression on the blonde's face.
"Ca-can I do something?" Junsu didn't want his voice to be so shaky, but he couldn't help it.
Jaejoong nodded and that was when the boy rested his head on his shoulders, silently watching motel walls.
The blonde stared at the peaceful silhouette. He saw crystal tears rolling down flushed cheeks. His eyes teared.
It was like they both could breath now.
I hope you liked it ^_^ Remember - comments are always loved (and health criticism is also needed XD)