i like to pretend that i'm productive.
three not-all-that-great drabbles done on the fly for kpfw. prs don't click on the first one if you're sensitive to violence, guns/gun play, character death, or porn, and i suppose don't click on the second if you're sensitive to blood/people getting punched in the nose. don't click on any of them if lapslock bothers you. tyfyt.
i.
everyone is always a little more compliant when there's a fully loaded pistol involved. in the beginning, junho only looks at nichkhun like he's making an unfunny joke, but when nichkhun pulls a gun from the waistband of his jeans, presses it to the center of junho's forehead, and repeats, "get on your knees," junho is more than willing to obey. nichkhun waits until junho has fully lowered himself, breathing turned shallow and eyes wide, before pulling the gun away from his head. junho visibly relaxes only to tense up again when nichkhun runs the tip of the gun over his jawline.
junho is practically shaking by the time nichkhun asks, "have you ever sucked a cock before?"
nichkhun watches junho sputter incoherently, watches his face and ears turn red; it's almost cute, he thinks. then he taps the top of junho's head like junho is a child and this is nothing more than a game with a water gun.
"i said, have you ever sucked a cock."
junho shakes his head yes, mortified and face flushed. nichkhun smiles.
"good. you'll be needing that experience." he nudges junho's lips apart with the barrel of the gun. "open up. do a good job and you'll live."
junho looks confused and maybe a bit disgusted. nichkhun doesn't blame him; he doesn't know where that gun has been. he pushes it past junho's lips, into what he can only imagine is the slick warmth of junho's mouth. the way junho doesn't gag, not even a little, makes nichkhun bite his lip, moan a little in the back of his throat, and he can only imagine what it feels like first-hand. he watches the way junho presses his eyes shut and slowly begins to bob his head, sliding his mouth along the length of the barrel, lips pressed pretty and wet with saliva against the barrel. it takes no time at all for nichkhun to get hard, palming himself through the thick denim of his jeans. he groans when junho finally opens his eyes and his gaze flicks upward, has to keep himself from triggering when junho actually does gag. it's only when tears begin to slip out of the corners of junho's eyes that nichkhun allows himself to come with a loud groan, orgasm rippling through his body.
when he opens his eyes and blinks away the spots swimming in his vision, he finds junho looking up at him in a mixture of hate, embarrassment, and hope, gun still in his mouth. he grins lazily.
"you're free to go," he says as kindly as he knows how.
junho makes a move to get off his knees. nichkhun pulls the trigger.
ii.
ask anyone that knows them, and they'll always say chansung is the roughest. he's the only one that makes bruises and scrapes and even occasionally leaves his latest victim bleeding a little. although he maintains that it's all in love for his band mates, even chansung realizes that from time to time he can get a little out of hand. so when it's him stumbling back into the kitchen, one hand cupped over his face, no one really knows how to react.
"whoa, what's wrong? what happened?" taecyeon asks immediately, standing up from the table so fast that his chair almost falls over.
wooyoung and junsu are already by chansung's side, steadying him and trying to pry his hand away from his face to see what the problem is, and junho seemingly pops out of nowhere at all the commotion. chansung tries to push everyone away so he can get his bearings together, tries to blink away the pain that he swears is nothing short of visible, but taecyeon is still asking questions and there are so many hands trying to keep him standing straight that he can't connect them to the bodies they belong to. it's a bit much, he thinks.
"oh god, i'm so sorry!"
everyone stops fussing over chansung long enough to stare nichkhun, who's in the doorway with his hands covering his mouth, face stricken. while everyone else slowly tries to put two and two together, chansung finally pulls his hand away from his nose and looks at the large drop of blood there, a you are here on the map of his palm.
"we were just play fighting and--" nichkhun looks apologetic to the point just short of tears; everyone else is so shocked that chansung is left to get tissues for his nose himself.
"hey, hyung?" it's several hours and about a hundred apologies later.
"look, i'm really so--"
"let's have a rematch."
iii.
maybe it's because jinki is naturally observant, or maybe it's because no one at their table has thought to include him in their conversation, but jinki can't help but notice the boy two tables over falling asleep on top of his textbook. there's something extremely familiar about the situation--sitting alone at lunch, falling asleep in the middle of doing extra practice problems for that one big test--and it makes jinki's heart ache a little because it shouldn't be like this. he twirls the instant ramen he made in the teacher's lounge silently, wondering if he should go over and wake the other up or just let him be.
then he remembers how that was him once, and how no one thought to wake him up, just let him sleep through the bell and get a tardy.
so he stands up, grabbing his book bag and his food and maneuvers between chairs and people and tables until he gets to the boy. after a moment's hesitation, he shakes the other's shoulder until he wakes up, clearly more than out of it. jinki feels a pang of sympathy.
"here, eat this." he nudges his bowl of noodles towards the other. "eating keeps you from getting too sleepy."
the other blinks and rubs at his eyes a little bit. half of his face is red and there's ink on his forehead, but jinki thinks that can wait. after the other has taken a few tentative bites, he says, "i'm jinki, by the way."
"i'm taemin," comes the reply. taemin smiles sleepily before going back to the noodles.
jinki can only smile in response.
i.
everyone is always a little more compliant when there's a fully loaded pistol involved. in the beginning, junho only looks at nichkhun like he's making an unfunny joke, but when nichkhun pulls a gun from the waistband of his jeans, presses it to the center of junho's forehead, and repeats, "get on your knees," junho is more than willing to obey. nichkhun waits until junho has fully lowered himself, breathing turned shallow and eyes wide, before pulling the gun away from his head. junho visibly relaxes only to tense up again when nichkhun runs the tip of the gun over his jawline.
junho is practically shaking by the time nichkhun asks, "have you ever sucked a cock before?"
nichkhun watches junho sputter incoherently, watches his face and ears turn red; it's almost cute, he thinks. then he taps the top of junho's head like junho is a child and this is nothing more than a game with a water gun.
"i said, have you ever sucked a cock."
junho shakes his head yes, mortified and face flushed. nichkhun smiles.
"good. you'll be needing that experience." he nudges junho's lips apart with the barrel of the gun. "open up. do a good job and you'll live."
junho looks confused and maybe a bit disgusted. nichkhun doesn't blame him; he doesn't know where that gun has been. he pushes it past junho's lips, into what he can only imagine is the slick warmth of junho's mouth. the way junho doesn't gag, not even a little, makes nichkhun bite his lip, moan a little in the back of his throat, and he can only imagine what it feels like first-hand. he watches the way junho presses his eyes shut and slowly begins to bob his head, sliding his mouth along the length of the barrel, lips pressed pretty and wet with saliva against the barrel. it takes no time at all for nichkhun to get hard, palming himself through the thick denim of his jeans. he groans when junho finally opens his eyes and his gaze flicks upward, has to keep himself from triggering when junho actually does gag. it's only when tears begin to slip out of the corners of junho's eyes that nichkhun allows himself to come with a loud groan, orgasm rippling through his body.
when he opens his eyes and blinks away the spots swimming in his vision, he finds junho looking up at him in a mixture of hate, embarrassment, and hope, gun still in his mouth. he grins lazily.
"you're free to go," he says as kindly as he knows how.
junho makes a move to get off his knees. nichkhun pulls the trigger.
ii.
ask anyone that knows them, and they'll always say chansung is the roughest. he's the only one that makes bruises and scrapes and even occasionally leaves his latest victim bleeding a little. although he maintains that it's all in love for his band mates, even chansung realizes that from time to time he can get a little out of hand. so when it's him stumbling back into the kitchen, one hand cupped over his face, no one really knows how to react.
"whoa, what's wrong? what happened?" taecyeon asks immediately, standing up from the table so fast that his chair almost falls over.
wooyoung and junsu are already by chansung's side, steadying him and trying to pry his hand away from his face to see what the problem is, and junho seemingly pops out of nowhere at all the commotion. chansung tries to push everyone away so he can get his bearings together, tries to blink away the pain that he swears is nothing short of visible, but taecyeon is still asking questions and there are so many hands trying to keep him standing straight that he can't connect them to the bodies they belong to. it's a bit much, he thinks.
"oh god, i'm so sorry!"
everyone stops fussing over chansung long enough to stare nichkhun, who's in the doorway with his hands covering his mouth, face stricken. while everyone else slowly tries to put two and two together, chansung finally pulls his hand away from his nose and looks at the large drop of blood there, a you are here on the map of his palm.
"we were just play fighting and--" nichkhun looks apologetic to the point just short of tears; everyone else is so shocked that chansung is left to get tissues for his nose himself.
"hey, hyung?" it's several hours and about a hundred apologies later.
"look, i'm really so--"
"let's have a rematch."
iii.
maybe it's because jinki is naturally observant, or maybe it's because no one at their table has thought to include him in their conversation, but jinki can't help but notice the boy two tables over falling asleep on top of his textbook. there's something extremely familiar about the situation--sitting alone at lunch, falling asleep in the middle of doing extra practice problems for that one big test--and it makes jinki's heart ache a little because it shouldn't be like this. he twirls the instant ramen he made in the teacher's lounge silently, wondering if he should go over and wake the other up or just let him be.
then he remembers how that was him once, and how no one thought to wake him up, just let him sleep through the bell and get a tardy.
so he stands up, grabbing his book bag and his food and maneuvers between chairs and people and tables until he gets to the boy. after a moment's hesitation, he shakes the other's shoulder until he wakes up, clearly more than out of it. jinki feels a pang of sympathy.
"here, eat this." he nudges his bowl of noodles towards the other. "eating keeps you from getting too sleepy."
the other blinks and rubs at his eyes a little bit. half of his face is red and there's ink on his forehead, but jinki thinks that can wait. after the other has taken a few tentative bites, he says, "i'm jinki, by the way."
"i'm taemin," comes the reply. taemin smiles sleepily before going back to the noodles.
jinki can only smile in response.