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sore losers make the best winners; shinee, kibum/minho; nc-17; 591 words
originally posted here.
kibum whoops as the soccer ball rockets past minho into the net. "ten to nine, i win!"
minho's jaw clenches as he scoops up the ball. "let's do two out of three."
"oh for god's sake." kibum smirks at minho, tossing his hair out of his face. "i won, fair and square."
"i'm not saying you didn't," minho says through gritted teeth. "i just want a rematch."
"why?" kibum taunts. "can't take losing?" when minho doesn't say anything, kibum's smile grows wider. "knew it."
minho turns around and kicks the ball ten meters out of bounds.
---
kibum lets out an oof! as he's pushed into the wall. minho's on him a moment later, one hand in kibum's hair and the other one down his pants. "minho, fuck," kibum gasps, scrabbling to undo minho's jeans. "just-" he never gets to finish his sentence because minho's mouth presses against his, wet and hot and disgustingly sloppy. kibum's hard in seconds.
"don't talk," minho growls, one thigh pushing between kibum's. "just don't say anything."
what, but you get to? kibum wants to say, but he's distracted by minho's tongue rough against his own. he finally manages to get past minho's absurdly complicated belt and sticks his hand inside his pants. his fingers bump against minho's cock through his boxers, and minho groans and shoves his hips forward. the zipper on his jeans is chafing kibum's wrist, but he ignores it in favor of wrapping his hand around minho's dick and pulling. minho's breath hisses through his teeth and his fingers squeeze around kibum and fuck, it's so good. kibum slides his thumb over the tip of minho's cock and presses down, earning himself a long moan. minho's palm is rough against his shaft, but kibum doesn't care, just pushes forward into his hand and grunts when it's suddenly pulled away. "fuck, don't you dare-"
minho shoves at kibum's hand until it's gone too, then grabs kibum's knee and pulls it up so their hips are perfectly aligned. kibum holds his breath for a moment before it's forced out of him when minho grinds forward. minho leans in and bites at his neck, his jaw, anywhere he can reach, and kibum grips his hair for control. every time minho thrusts, the button on his jeans scrapes over kibum's stomach and the zipper bites into his hip, but it just gets kibum closer. he feels better about that when he digs his nails into minho's scalp and minho shudders and comes all over both of them.
he stands there a few seconds longer, and kibum bucks forward impatiently. minho glances at him like he'd momentarily forgotten he was there, then reaches down and wraps a hand around kibum again. he jerks him off fast and hard, and it isn't long before kibum's coming too, messy on the back of minho's hand. minho lets kibum's leg down slowly once he's done, and he winces at the soreness in his muscles. "jesus, you couldn't have picked a better place than the locker room?"
"let me know when they get a pillow-top mattress in here and we'll do it there instead," minho snaps, but there's no heat behind it. he's moving slowly now, languid with pleasure.
"by the way," kibum says, pulling his shirt up a bit to assess the damage to his abdomen, "i won again."
minho's head jerks up. "what?"
"you came first." kibum lets his shirt drop back down and smirks at minho. "you lost."
minho's eyes narrow. "three out of five."
happy memories; dbsk; pg; 215 words
for the happy challenge. originally posted here.
"no."
"come onnnnn," jaejoong whines. "do it for hyung."
"no."
jaejoong brandishes the headband at changmin. "do it or i'll force you to do it."
"i don't take orders from furries," changmin retorts.
jaejoong gasps in indignation. "it's not my fault you look adorable in your balloons costume!"
"yeah, but it is your fault you're a creepy freak." changmin goes back to his ufo replies, and jaejoong waits a full 45 seconds before he starts creeping up behind him. "don't even think about it, hyung," changmin says without turning around. jaejoong goes for it anyway, bolting forward and attempting to jam the antlers on changmin's head. changmin spins around in his chair and swats at jaejoong's arm. he successfully dodges the headband three different times before jaejoong tackles him and pins him to the ground. he sits on changmin's chest and jams it onto his head triumphantly while changmin struggles and shouts for help.
yunho comes running in a moment later, but he stops short when he sees what's going on. "….i don't think i want to know."
"hyung!" changmin yells. "hyung, save mmrf!" the end of his sentence is cut off by jaejoong's hand over his mouth. jaejoong smiles sweetly at yunho and bats his eyelashes, and yunho shakes his head and walks back out.
yeah, well, i don't give a damn either; dbsk, gen; pg; 281 words
originally posted here.
changmin walks into the dorm tired and hungry and pissed off. what was supposed to be a two hour flight from tokyo to seoul had ended up taking nearly six hours, and all changmin wants is to eat yunho's leftovers and go to bed. he slips his shoes off and leaves his suitcase by the door, telling himself he'd take it to his room later. he walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge to find a bowl of kimchi jjigae that looked the perfect size to fill him up.
he's just taken it out of the microwave when he hears the floorboards in front of the entrance to the kitchen creak, and he jumps guiltily. "ah, sorry, hyung, i hope you don't mind that i'm-"
yoochun is standing in the doorway.
changmin's jaw tenses, and he abruptly turns to face the counter. he can hear yoochun shifting behind him, then an intake of breath that means he's going to speak.
"changmin, i…." he trails off, at an apparent loss for words. "how was japan?"
"fine." changmin's tone is short and clipped.
yoochun sighs, and changmin knows he's staring at the floor. "i just…came to pick up some things. you weren't supposed to-"
"so everything you had here is gone now?" changmin is proud of how his voice doesn't waver.
yoochun hesitates. "yes."
changmin turns around and looks steadily at yoochun. "do you need help carrying anything out?"
yoochun visibly flinches. his eyes are wide, like he's trying to dry out his eyes so tears can't form. "no. no, i'm okay."
changmin turns back around. "goodbye, hyung."
the only reply he gets is the sound of the front door closing.
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sore losers make the best winners; shinee, kibum/minho; nc-17; 591 words
originally posted here.
kibum whoops as the soccer ball rockets past minho into the net. "ten to nine, i win!"
minho's jaw clenches as he scoops up the ball. "let's do two out of three."
"oh for god's sake." kibum smirks at minho, tossing his hair out of his face. "i won, fair and square."
"i'm not saying you didn't," minho says through gritted teeth. "i just want a rematch."
"why?" kibum taunts. "can't take losing?" when minho doesn't say anything, kibum's smile grows wider. "knew it."
minho turns around and kicks the ball ten meters out of bounds.
---
kibum lets out an oof! as he's pushed into the wall. minho's on him a moment later, one hand in kibum's hair and the other one down his pants. "minho, fuck," kibum gasps, scrabbling to undo minho's jeans. "just-" he never gets to finish his sentence because minho's mouth presses against his, wet and hot and disgustingly sloppy. kibum's hard in seconds.
"don't talk," minho growls, one thigh pushing between kibum's. "just don't say anything."
what, but you get to? kibum wants to say, but he's distracted by minho's tongue rough against his own. he finally manages to get past minho's absurdly complicated belt and sticks his hand inside his pants. his fingers bump against minho's cock through his boxers, and minho groans and shoves his hips forward. the zipper on his jeans is chafing kibum's wrist, but he ignores it in favor of wrapping his hand around minho's dick and pulling. minho's breath hisses through his teeth and his fingers squeeze around kibum and fuck, it's so good. kibum slides his thumb over the tip of minho's cock and presses down, earning himself a long moan. minho's palm is rough against his shaft, but kibum doesn't care, just pushes forward into his hand and grunts when it's suddenly pulled away. "fuck, don't you dare-"
minho shoves at kibum's hand until it's gone too, then grabs kibum's knee and pulls it up so their hips are perfectly aligned. kibum holds his breath for a moment before it's forced out of him when minho grinds forward. minho leans in and bites at his neck, his jaw, anywhere he can reach, and kibum grips his hair for control. every time minho thrusts, the button on his jeans scrapes over kibum's stomach and the zipper bites into his hip, but it just gets kibum closer. he feels better about that when he digs his nails into minho's scalp and minho shudders and comes all over both of them.
he stands there a few seconds longer, and kibum bucks forward impatiently. minho glances at him like he'd momentarily forgotten he was there, then reaches down and wraps a hand around kibum again. he jerks him off fast and hard, and it isn't long before kibum's coming too, messy on the back of minho's hand. minho lets kibum's leg down slowly once he's done, and he winces at the soreness in his muscles. "jesus, you couldn't have picked a better place than the locker room?"
"let me know when they get a pillow-top mattress in here and we'll do it there instead," minho snaps, but there's no heat behind it. he's moving slowly now, languid with pleasure.
"by the way," kibum says, pulling his shirt up a bit to assess the damage to his abdomen, "i won again."
minho's head jerks up. "what?"
"you came first." kibum lets his shirt drop back down and smirks at minho. "you lost."
minho's eyes narrow. "three out of five."
happy memories; dbsk; pg; 215 words
for the happy challenge. originally posted here.
"no."
"come onnnnn," jaejoong whines. "do it for hyung."
"no."
jaejoong brandishes the headband at changmin. "do it or i'll force you to do it."
"i don't take orders from furries," changmin retorts.
jaejoong gasps in indignation. "it's not my fault you look adorable in your balloons costume!"
"yeah, but it is your fault you're a creepy freak." changmin goes back to his ufo replies, and jaejoong waits a full 45 seconds before he starts creeping up behind him. "don't even think about it, hyung," changmin says without turning around. jaejoong goes for it anyway, bolting forward and attempting to jam the antlers on changmin's head. changmin spins around in his chair and swats at jaejoong's arm. he successfully dodges the headband three different times before jaejoong tackles him and pins him to the ground. he sits on changmin's chest and jams it onto his head triumphantly while changmin struggles and shouts for help.
yunho comes running in a moment later, but he stops short when he sees what's going on. "….i don't think i want to know."
"hyung!" changmin yells. "hyung, save mmrf!" the end of his sentence is cut off by jaejoong's hand over his mouth. jaejoong smiles sweetly at yunho and bats his eyelashes, and yunho shakes his head and walks back out.
yeah, well, i don't give a damn either; dbsk, gen; pg; 281 words
originally posted here.
changmin walks into the dorm tired and hungry and pissed off. what was supposed to be a two hour flight from tokyo to seoul had ended up taking nearly six hours, and all changmin wants is to eat yunho's leftovers and go to bed. he slips his shoes off and leaves his suitcase by the door, telling himself he'd take it to his room later. he walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge to find a bowl of kimchi jjigae that looked the perfect size to fill him up.
he's just taken it out of the microwave when he hears the floorboards in front of the entrance to the kitchen creak, and he jumps guiltily. "ah, sorry, hyung, i hope you don't mind that i'm-"
yoochun is standing in the doorway.
changmin's jaw tenses, and he abruptly turns to face the counter. he can hear yoochun shifting behind him, then an intake of breath that means he's going to speak.
"changmin, i…." he trails off, at an apparent loss for words. "how was japan?"
"fine." changmin's tone is short and clipped.
yoochun sighs, and changmin knows he's staring at the floor. "i just…came to pick up some things. you weren't supposed to-"
"so everything you had here is gone now?" changmin is proud of how his voice doesn't waver.
yoochun hesitates. "yes."
changmin turns around and looks steadily at yoochun. "do you need help carrying anything out?"
yoochun visibly flinches. his eyes are wide, like he's trying to dry out his eyes so tears can't form. "no. no, i'm okay."
changmin turns back around. "goodbye, hyung."
the only reply he gets is the sound of the front door closing.
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