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these are only the things i saved to my computer, i know i wrote more. but i'm too lazy to go back through the meme and find where everything is, so whatever.
five times jaejoong had sex in stupid places: dbsk; jaejoong/ocs, jaejoong/yoochun; r; 518 words
for the five times challenge.
1. the music room at school
he hadn't meant to, really. he and daehyun were just practicing for the talent show on thursday, jaejoong singing and the other boy playing the piano, and then all of a sudden he was pressing daehyun up against the ivory keys and they were trading eager, sloppy kisses. he shoved a thigh between daehyun's legs and ground against him, and daehyun pushed back just as hard. they both finished inside of ten minutes, teenage hormones rushing them through it, and collapsed panting against each other. they just sort of looked at each other and laughed a little in embarrassment and agreed never to speak of it again. (they won the talent show.)
2. his first girlfriend's parents' bed
they weren't home, but her younger brother was, so they had to sneak upstairs while he was playing video games and lock the door behind them. she went down on him for a minute before he pushed her away because he was about to blow. he fumbled a condom on and pressed inside her and she whimpered and closed her eyes tight and he wanted so badly for her to feel good but it was over much too soon for that. he collapsed on top of her and rolled to the side when she started squirming, but she jabbed him in the side and told him fair was fair. he ate her out, chin dripping wet, and she moaned and rubbed herself against his face. he found he quite liked it, actually, and learned later on that this was a huge advantage in getting a girlfriend.
3. the backseat of the van
yoochun was bored and jaejoong was horny and everyone else was asleep except for the manager at the front driving. yoochun jerked jaejoong off quickly, long piano fingers much less delicate than they appeared, and when he was done, jaejoong went on his knees.
he almost bit yoochun's dick off when they came screeching to a halt for a surprise red light.
4. against the wall of a club
she was chinese and tiny and didn't know who he was-not that there was enough light to see his face anyway-and her skirt was short enough that they looked like they were just grinding, except her face was buried in his shoulder and her hands were clutching at his back and eventually he decided fuck it and just hoisted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. he knew this was a really horrible idea, because there could be-had to be-fans around and just because it was dark and nobody knew yet that he wasn't blonde anymore didn't mean he couldn't be recognized. but he was sick and tired of being an idol, being mysterious and ethereal and androgynous and fucking untouchable, so he fucked this pretty girl in her pretty dress with her pretty little moans and walked away when she asked, in her halting korean, for his number.
5. BoA's apartment
because she walked in on them. jaejoong had to buy her a new sofa.
super junior(-m); zhou mi/always-a-girl!kyuhyun; pg-13ish; 1031 words
for the gender challenge.
zhou mi walks in to find kyuhyun in her usual place on the couch, staring intently at her laptop and typing frantically, her back to him. she either doesn't notice him or is choosing not to acknowledge him, so he walks up to her and bends to kiss her bare shoulder. she starts a little-she actually had been too focused, for once-and glances up at him. he smiles and runs his fingers through her hair, gently tugging it out of its ponytail. she bats at him in annoyance, shaking her bangs out of her face. "why do you always do that?" she complains, pausing her game and turning to look at him. "i pull it back for a reason, you know."
zhou mi shrugs. "i like it like this." she scoffs at him, but he knows she doesn't really mind-she threatens to cut it all off every other week, but she never does because she knows how much he likes it long. he arranges it over her neck and shoulders as she goes back to her game, then moves to sit on the other end of the couch, nudging her feet out of the way. she wiggles her toes under his thigh, and he runs his fingers over the back of her calf, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. she squirms a little and kicks him as best as she can. "stop it, you're distracting me. god, you're annoying."
zhou mi laughs and leans over to kiss her knee, one hand sliding up her thigh. she's wearing a pair of his athletic shorts with one of the camisoles he bought her last week after she complained about how hot it's been. (he'd pointed out to her that having a computer on (and on her lap) all the time probably raised the temperature a little, but she'd ignored him and told him to go get her a soda.) she glares at him over the top of her computer, and he kisses her other knee before getting up to start making dinner.
he's in the middle of washing the rice when a pair of arms wraps around him from behind and kyuhyun presses against his back, rising onto her toes to rest her chin on his shoulder. neither of them say anything as he works until kyuhyun kisses his cheek and takes the rice from him so she can put it in the cooker. she chops up the vegetables as he seasons the broth, then adds everything in. she sits at the counter and watches him cook, laughing at the face he makes when he burns his mouth tasting it. "you've made soup how many times, and yet you always end up hurting yourself," she teases affectionately. he pouts at her, but it's ruined by the way he's sticking out his tongue to cool it. she just smirks.
when everything's done, he scoops the rice and soup into separate bowls and serves it to her with a flourish. "ta-dah~" she rolls her eyes but smiles anyway and starts in as he gets food for himself. they eat in a comfortable silence broken only by the tapping of chopsticks against the porcelain of their bowls. kyuhyun finishes before zhou mi does, so she starts talking about her day (or more accurately complaining about how stupid people are with computers). zhou mi nods along and hums agreement in the appropriate places, but he isn't listening so much as watching her, the angle of her head and the line of her jaw, the graceful movements of her hands and the practiced way she flicks her hair over her shoulder, how she laughs at her own joke. she catches him staring and frowns. "are you even listening to me?"
"no," he answers honestly. she makes a face at him and he laughs, leaning forward to kiss her as he curves a hand over her hip. she pushes him away before his mouth reaches hers and gathers up the bowls so she can put them in the sink. he traces her curves with his eyes as she walks, wanting so badly to do it with his hands instead. she turns around, crossing her arms and leaning a hip against the counter. "you're creepy," she informs him. he beams. she rolls her eyes and goes back to the sink, rinsing the dishes off and stacking them on the counter.
"i'm gonna watch james bond," she tells him as she walks over to the tv. he moves to the couch as she puts in casino royale. she settles between his legs, the two of them stretching out and getting comfortable while the movie starts. kyuhyun knows the movie by heart because she loves it; zhou mi's got it memorized because of how often they watch it. he absentmindedly runs a hand over the curve of her waist, and she hums and snuggles back into him. he smiles and noses behind her ear, making her squirm. "mimi," she warns, but she's smiling, so he kisses her. she sighs quietly, contently, and lets him cup a breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple until it presses back against him. she laughs as she pulls away and turns back to the movie, and his hand drops back to her hip, tracing the line of skin between her shirt and shorts.
when he looks down again later, she's asleep, one hand curled under her cheek and her mouth open a little. he reaches for the remote, careful not to wake her, and stops the movie, then gently shakes her shoulder. she murmurs something that sounds suspiciously like "leave me alone," as her eyes half open, but she obediently follows him when he gets her up and takes her to the bedroom, leaning on him the whole way. he helps her take off her shorts and quickly changes into pajamas himself before he joins her on the bed. she immediately curls around him, and he strokes her back, humming softly until her breathing evens out. he kisses her forehead and whispers, "i love you," and the last thing he sees before he falls asleep himself is a smile on her face.
concrit → pm or dadilada@gmail
these are only the things i saved to my computer, i know i wrote more. but i'm too lazy to go back through the meme and find where everything is, so whatever.
five times jaejoong had sex in stupid places: dbsk; jaejoong/ocs, jaejoong/yoochun; r; 518 words
for the five times challenge.
1. the music room at school
he hadn't meant to, really. he and daehyun were just practicing for the talent show on thursday, jaejoong singing and the other boy playing the piano, and then all of a sudden he was pressing daehyun up against the ivory keys and they were trading eager, sloppy kisses. he shoved a thigh between daehyun's legs and ground against him, and daehyun pushed back just as hard. they both finished inside of ten minutes, teenage hormones rushing them through it, and collapsed panting against each other. they just sort of looked at each other and laughed a little in embarrassment and agreed never to speak of it again. (they won the talent show.)
2. his first girlfriend's parents' bed
they weren't home, but her younger brother was, so they had to sneak upstairs while he was playing video games and lock the door behind them. she went down on him for a minute before he pushed her away because he was about to blow. he fumbled a condom on and pressed inside her and she whimpered and closed her eyes tight and he wanted so badly for her to feel good but it was over much too soon for that. he collapsed on top of her and rolled to the side when she started squirming, but she jabbed him in the side and told him fair was fair. he ate her out, chin dripping wet, and she moaned and rubbed herself against his face. he found he quite liked it, actually, and learned later on that this was a huge advantage in getting a girlfriend.
3. the backseat of the van
yoochun was bored and jaejoong was horny and everyone else was asleep except for the manager at the front driving. yoochun jerked jaejoong off quickly, long piano fingers much less delicate than they appeared, and when he was done, jaejoong went on his knees.
he almost bit yoochun's dick off when they came screeching to a halt for a surprise red light.
4. against the wall of a club
she was chinese and tiny and didn't know who he was-not that there was enough light to see his face anyway-and her skirt was short enough that they looked like they were just grinding, except her face was buried in his shoulder and her hands were clutching at his back and eventually he decided fuck it and just hoisted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. he knew this was a really horrible idea, because there could be-had to be-fans around and just because it was dark and nobody knew yet that he wasn't blonde anymore didn't mean he couldn't be recognized. but he was sick and tired of being an idol, being mysterious and ethereal and androgynous and fucking untouchable, so he fucked this pretty girl in her pretty dress with her pretty little moans and walked away when she asked, in her halting korean, for his number.
5. BoA's apartment
because she walked in on them. jaejoong had to buy her a new sofa.
super junior(-m); zhou mi/always-a-girl!kyuhyun; pg-13ish; 1031 words
for the gender challenge.
zhou mi walks in to find kyuhyun in her usual place on the couch, staring intently at her laptop and typing frantically, her back to him. she either doesn't notice him or is choosing not to acknowledge him, so he walks up to her and bends to kiss her bare shoulder. she starts a little-she actually had been too focused, for once-and glances up at him. he smiles and runs his fingers through her hair, gently tugging it out of its ponytail. she bats at him in annoyance, shaking her bangs out of her face. "why do you always do that?" she complains, pausing her game and turning to look at him. "i pull it back for a reason, you know."
zhou mi shrugs. "i like it like this." she scoffs at him, but he knows she doesn't really mind-she threatens to cut it all off every other week, but she never does because she knows how much he likes it long. he arranges it over her neck and shoulders as she goes back to her game, then moves to sit on the other end of the couch, nudging her feet out of the way. she wiggles her toes under his thigh, and he runs his fingers over the back of her calf, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. she squirms a little and kicks him as best as she can. "stop it, you're distracting me. god, you're annoying."
zhou mi laughs and leans over to kiss her knee, one hand sliding up her thigh. she's wearing a pair of his athletic shorts with one of the camisoles he bought her last week after she complained about how hot it's been. (he'd pointed out to her that having a computer on (and on her lap) all the time probably raised the temperature a little, but she'd ignored him and told him to go get her a soda.) she glares at him over the top of her computer, and he kisses her other knee before getting up to start making dinner.
he's in the middle of washing the rice when a pair of arms wraps around him from behind and kyuhyun presses against his back, rising onto her toes to rest her chin on his shoulder. neither of them say anything as he works until kyuhyun kisses his cheek and takes the rice from him so she can put it in the cooker. she chops up the vegetables as he seasons the broth, then adds everything in. she sits at the counter and watches him cook, laughing at the face he makes when he burns his mouth tasting it. "you've made soup how many times, and yet you always end up hurting yourself," she teases affectionately. he pouts at her, but it's ruined by the way he's sticking out his tongue to cool it. she just smirks.
when everything's done, he scoops the rice and soup into separate bowls and serves it to her with a flourish. "ta-dah~" she rolls her eyes but smiles anyway and starts in as he gets food for himself. they eat in a comfortable silence broken only by the tapping of chopsticks against the porcelain of their bowls. kyuhyun finishes before zhou mi does, so she starts talking about her day (or more accurately complaining about how stupid people are with computers). zhou mi nods along and hums agreement in the appropriate places, but he isn't listening so much as watching her, the angle of her head and the line of her jaw, the graceful movements of her hands and the practiced way she flicks her hair over her shoulder, how she laughs at her own joke. she catches him staring and frowns. "are you even listening to me?"
"no," he answers honestly. she makes a face at him and he laughs, leaning forward to kiss her as he curves a hand over her hip. she pushes him away before his mouth reaches hers and gathers up the bowls so she can put them in the sink. he traces her curves with his eyes as she walks, wanting so badly to do it with his hands instead. she turns around, crossing her arms and leaning a hip against the counter. "you're creepy," she informs him. he beams. she rolls her eyes and goes back to the sink, rinsing the dishes off and stacking them on the counter.
"i'm gonna watch james bond," she tells him as she walks over to the tv. he moves to the couch as she puts in casino royale. she settles between his legs, the two of them stretching out and getting comfortable while the movie starts. kyuhyun knows the movie by heart because she loves it; zhou mi's got it memorized because of how often they watch it. he absentmindedly runs a hand over the curve of her waist, and she hums and snuggles back into him. he smiles and noses behind her ear, making her squirm. "mimi," she warns, but she's smiling, so he kisses her. she sighs quietly, contently, and lets him cup a breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple until it presses back against him. she laughs as she pulls away and turns back to the movie, and his hand drops back to her hip, tracing the line of skin between her shirt and shorts.
when he looks down again later, she's asleep, one hand curled under her cheek and her mouth open a little. he reaches for the remote, careful not to wake her, and stops the movie, then gently shakes her shoulder. she murmurs something that sounds suspiciously like "leave me alone," as her eyes half open, but she obediently follows him when he gets her up and takes her to the bedroom, leaning on him the whole way. he helps her take off her shorts and quickly changes into pajamas himself before he joins her on the bed. she immediately curls around him, and he strokes her back, humming softly until her breathing evens out. he kisses her forehead and whispers, "i love you," and the last thing he sees before he falls asleep himself is a smile on her face.
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