the quick 'n dirty multi-fandom jamboree ( part 1 )
Title: The Quick 'n Dirty Multi-fandom Jamboree (1/4)
Pairing: Various
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Take a random list of pairings and a kink/trope/cliché generator, mix well, and what do you get?
Notes: I hope I did not overstep any boundaries or misrepresent anything in the Jongtae drabble. I decided to interpret the prompt more literally because I didn't want to fetishize it, and I did not intend any offense. I did my best to write everything sensitively, but...well, you never know.
wooyeol | asphyxiation | 392w
Woohyun notices Sungyeol's wandering hands when they're having sex for the ninth (or is it the tenth, already?) time in Hoya's bed (because they were too invested in making out to climb up to Sungyeol's bunk).
Sungyeol brushes his thumbs over and over the lines of Woohyun's collarbones, upward and inward towards his throat, pressing into the skin minutely every few seconds. Woohyun quits frantically grinding his hips upwards into the frame of Sungyeol's legs straddling over him and pulls his head back long enough to gasp against Sungyeol's mouth.
Sungyeol is watching him closely, eyes nearly black with the dilation of lust. His eyes flick down to the movement of his hands tracing up, over the smooth column and the knob of his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with Woohyun's gasping breaths and hurried swallows to clear his thick, wet mouth. For reasons unknown to him, Woohyun feels his heart beat even harder than it already is, veins pumping desire, hips jerking up unconsciously, when Sungyeol's fingers finally wind around the sides of his neck to test a light grip around it.
Woohyun watches as Sungyeol looks up at him as if uncertain, like Woohyun is actually going to bolt in the middle of satisfying the raging erection pressing into Sungyeol's clothed hip. Woohyun shakes his head lightly and leans forward to press into Sungyeol's body, neck pushing further against his hand, reassuring through gesture, and Sungyeol automatically tightens his grip. The ten hard points of Sungyeol's fingertips, thumb alone in pushing into a slight dip of sensitive flesh on one side, applying pressure to either side of his windpipe makes Woohyun throb in his pants, grinding his hips harshly against the denim of their jeans and making Sungyeol hiss lightly at the rough friction.
When Sungyeol darts his opposite hand up to close tightly over the other hand, thumbs pushing in together hard enough to feel the thump of Woohyun's heartbeat against them, Woohyun's body tenses up and he squeezes his eyes shut with a harsh groan, hands grasping desperately at the back of Sungyeol's sweat-drenched t-shirt.
Woohyun comes in his pants when Sungyeol's hands start shaking, back arching up off the bed and into Sungyeol. When Sungyeol takes his hands off of Woohyun's neck, he feels only slightly guilty when the indented marks of his fingers on his flesh make him hard all over again.
2ji | topping from the bottom | 216w
Jihoon can't help but feel like he's been had, gripping onto Jiho's hips tightly as he watches him through slitted eyes. Jiho always allows him the illusion of having control in the beginning, letting Jihoon push him down onto the bed and guide the pace of their movements, but eventually he finds a way to get back on top. He's on top of him now, rocking his hips to the beat of the muted music playing on Jiho's laptop. Jihoon watches (because that's his favorite thing to do when they have sex, watching Jiho's face) as Jiho sweeps his tongue out over his lower lip and sucks it into his mouth with a throaty grunt, eyes fluttering shut, hips rising up high and falling all the way back down with a slick, sliding motion, making the pull of Jiho's body drag tight over his dick.
He's supposed to be fucking Jiho, but really, it's Jiho fucking him. It's always Jiho fucking him, anywhere and everywhere, all up to Jiho's whims, and if he's being honest with himself Jihoon knows that the only reason Jiho's letting him fuck him in the ass in the first place is because Jiho really wants it.
Still, though, Jihoon figures that just getting Jiho is good enough, regardless of how he's getting him.
taemjong | UST | 294w
Taemin knows that Sungjong knows that Taemin wants to fuck him.
Despite having this knowledge, though, Sungjong seems to be quite content with indefinitely keeping their relationship in the stage that occurs just before a couple decides that they should have sex with each other for the first time. All of the lingering, heated looks, the drawn-out touches left on his arms and his hips and, occasionally, even right on his ass, all have compiled into the mess of Taemin's fumbling sexuality that exists within him at this very moment, desperate to be cultivated into something existing outside of his body as well.
Taemin has started getting horny around Sungjong at the drop of a hat even whilst in the middle of hanging out with their friends. This development hasn't been an easy one for him. Sungjong notices, but says nothing, instead giving him looks that suggest a secret hiding behind those big, brown eyes and carefully teasing grins. It drives him fucking crazy, but the soft sweep of fingertips trailing up and down the line of his spine later on in the evening always quells the irritation with his boyfriend and turns him into a sopping mess again.
He finally decides that he can wait a little longer if Sungjong isn't ready or willing yet. He knows that they will get there eventually - he can see it in Sungjong's eyes every time he catches Taemin looking at him like he can hardly stand the degree of want running throughout his body - and he has always been a patient boy.
That doesn't keep him from jumping Sungjong in the entryway when he finally walks through the front door brandishing a plastic bag from the corner store containing nothing but condoms and a bottle of vanilla lube.
jaekyung | confessions | 724w
Jaehyo has almost chewed the last of his thumbnail down when he caves in and calls Jiho, pacing around in small circles. Jiho answers with a light cough, sounding as if he was talking to someone just as he was answering.
"Yeah?"
"Jiho," Jaehyo says, voice anxious. "Have you seen Kyung around tonight? He told me to meet him so we could talk about something."
"Yeah, he's with me right now."
There's a muffled voice in the background and Jiho seems to pull away from the phone to yell something. Jaehyo calls Jiho's name and the muffled noises stop again.
"Look, just get over here to my place. This is really stupid."
"Jiho!"
Jaehyo strains his ears to try to hear the other voice in the background. He pulls his ear away from the phone quickly when Jiho yells again, this time right over the phone.
"Shut the fuck up, Kyung! Quit being such a pussy! Jaehyo, come here. Now."
"Wait-" Jaehyo says, just as he hears Kyung saying, "Fuck you, Jiho!" as Jiho hangs up.
He shoves his phone into his pocket and takes off walking towards Jiho's apartment. Five minutes later, Jiho is dragging him through the door and manhandling him into the living room where Kyung is sitting on the couch stonily. Jiho gives Jaehyo's shoulder a push.
"Go, sit, talk. I'll be in my room." He shakes his head, throwing his hands up dramatically as he walks past Kyung and Kyung tries to kick him.
Jaehyo sits on the couch hesitantly, side-eyeing Kyung, who has taken to staring at his feet with Jiho's absence.
"You wanted to talk?" Jaehyo asks quietly.
Kyung clears his throat. "Well, yeah, but...I don't know anymore."
Jaehyo looks at him blankly. "Don't know what, exactly?"
"I don't know," Kyung says again.
Jaehyo frowns at him, wondering whether he should have just stayed in tonight, if this is just some huge joke Jiho and Kyung are playing on him. He starts to sit up, resting his hands on the couch to push himself up, but Kyung reaches out to grab his arm.
"Hold on, shit," Kyung sighs. "Sit down."
Jaehyo sits again, bringing his thumb up to chew on the nail again.
"This isn't a joke, right?" he clarifies.
Kyung looks at him slowly and shakes his head.
"Then what is it?"
"For fuck's sake!" Jiho yells, walking into the room again. "Just tell him, Kyung!"
"Get out!" Kyung yells back, rubbing a hand over his face tiredly. "God, can't you mind your own business?"
"I don't want you two sitting around my place, beating around the bush all night. I have shit to do tomorrow."
Jiho sits down on the couch on Jaehyo's other side, making him scoot closer to Kyung to make room for him.
"Tell me what?" Jaehyo asks Kyung.
"Nothing," Kyung glares at Jiho.
"He wants your nuts, dude," Jiho offers. "Badly."
"Jiho!"
"What?"
"What?" Jaehyo turns to Jiho and then Kyung, eyebrows raised sky high. "What the hell?"
"Fuck," Kyung says, burying his face in his hands.
"He's been in love with you for like fucking forever, Jesus, are you blind?" Jiho grumbles, knocking his fist on Jaehyo's shoulder.
Jaehyo rubs the spot sorely, looking dazed. "You have?"
"Hate you so much," Kyung gasps, face still covered up by the press of his fingers. "Not you, Jaehyo," he adds.
"Well, duh," Jiho rolls his eyes. He gets up, dusting himself off. "Okay, I'm done here. Going to my room again. Don't fuck on my couch." He starts walking, pauses, and then turns to Jaehyo, jabbing his finger in the air. "Don't you dare fuck with my best friend, alright? I know where you live." He waves once and wanders back into his room, shutting the door with a hum.
Jaehyo and Kyung sit in silence for a bit, Jaehyo staring wide-eyed at Kyung and Kyung still using his arms as defense mechanisms, as if keeping himself from looking at Jaehyo will take back the last five minutes of their lives.
"Why," Jaehyo starts, still stunned, "didn't you tell me earlier? We've been friends for so long."
"I couldn't," Kyung lowers his fingers, still looking away. "I didn't even want to tell you now. This was Jiho's idea."
Jaehyo takes a deep breath. He turns toward Kyung and grabs his wrists, bringing his hands down and catching his eye.
"Remind me to thank him, then," Jaehyo murmurs.
Kyung blinks slowly, "Wha-", and the warm press of Jaehyo's mouth muffles any further protests.
Jiho bursts out of his room to stop them when he hears the moaning.
jongtae | genderswap | 473w
Jonghyun would be lying if he claimed that Taemin's - no, Taeyeon's - coming out hadn't affected his life and his security in their relationship. He had a lot of questions at first, because he was upset, not at her or her decision to come forth and address her issues with her assigned-at-birth gender, but at the way he felt everything was going to change.
Did this mean he was straight or gay? Was she straight, now? Or was she always? Did someone's sexual preferences change along with their preferred gender? He tried to read about it, but everything he read confused him. He couldn't relate, couldn't understand the dilemmas transgendered people face. He wanted to ask Taeyeon more about it, but he didn't even know how to go about starting that conversation.
He found himself withdrawing from his relationship when he knew he should be stepping up to the plate instead and giving her the support she so desperately needed now. Taeyeon would look at him across the table while they were eating with a million things she was clearly restraining herself from saying hanging around her head, head tilted slightly as her lips pursed and her eyebrows drew tighter together.
Key, who had embraced Taeyeon's announcement with wide arms, took Taeyeon shopping days afterward and helped her clean out her entire wardrobe of male clothing, replacing baggy jeans with skirts and worn T-shirts with colorful, soft blouses. Taeyeon wore her new clothes for the first time the next day and Jonghyun felt a little overwhelmed, torn between feeling weirded out by the drastic change and wanting to see more of it.
One month and three weeks after his girlfriend had first revealed her "secret" to him, Jonghyun sat her down in their bedroom with a determined look on his face.
"I don't really get it," he leveled with her, taking her hand, "but I do get that you're still you, and you always will be. And I'm dating you because I love you, as Taemin or Taeyeon or whoever you want to be. So I'm trying, I'm really trying, and sometimes I might say something stupid and make you mad and I'm sorry in advance, but you need to be patient with me, too."
Taeyeon's eyes cleared and she clasped her hand over his. "I'm glad that you're trying." She bit her lip, worrying it with her teeth as she was worrying over him with her heart. "If you have any questions, I could try to help you understand, if you want."
Jonghyun nodded, lifting an arm to wrap around her shoulders and draw her to his chest. "Thanks, babe."
Taeyeon laughed softly, sounding not like a boy or a girl but only his significant other, his right hand and his partner, and laid a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart in her palm.
Pairing: Various
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Take a random list of pairings and a kink/trope/cliché generator, mix well, and what do you get?
Notes: I hope I did not overstep any boundaries or misrepresent anything in the Jongtae drabble. I decided to interpret the prompt more literally because I didn't want to fetishize it, and I did not intend any offense. I did my best to write everything sensitively, but...well, you never know.
wooyeol | asphyxiation | 392w
Woohyun notices Sungyeol's wandering hands when they're having sex for the ninth (or is it the tenth, already?) time in Hoya's bed (because they were too invested in making out to climb up to Sungyeol's bunk).
Sungyeol brushes his thumbs over and over the lines of Woohyun's collarbones, upward and inward towards his throat, pressing into the skin minutely every few seconds. Woohyun quits frantically grinding his hips upwards into the frame of Sungyeol's legs straddling over him and pulls his head back long enough to gasp against Sungyeol's mouth.
Sungyeol is watching him closely, eyes nearly black with the dilation of lust. His eyes flick down to the movement of his hands tracing up, over the smooth column and the knob of his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with Woohyun's gasping breaths and hurried swallows to clear his thick, wet mouth. For reasons unknown to him, Woohyun feels his heart beat even harder than it already is, veins pumping desire, hips jerking up unconsciously, when Sungyeol's fingers finally wind around the sides of his neck to test a light grip around it.
Woohyun watches as Sungyeol looks up at him as if uncertain, like Woohyun is actually going to bolt in the middle of satisfying the raging erection pressing into Sungyeol's clothed hip. Woohyun shakes his head lightly and leans forward to press into Sungyeol's body, neck pushing further against his hand, reassuring through gesture, and Sungyeol automatically tightens his grip. The ten hard points of Sungyeol's fingertips, thumb alone in pushing into a slight dip of sensitive flesh on one side, applying pressure to either side of his windpipe makes Woohyun throb in his pants, grinding his hips harshly against the denim of their jeans and making Sungyeol hiss lightly at the rough friction.
When Sungyeol darts his opposite hand up to close tightly over the other hand, thumbs pushing in together hard enough to feel the thump of Woohyun's heartbeat against them, Woohyun's body tenses up and he squeezes his eyes shut with a harsh groan, hands grasping desperately at the back of Sungyeol's sweat-drenched t-shirt.
Woohyun comes in his pants when Sungyeol's hands start shaking, back arching up off the bed and into Sungyeol. When Sungyeol takes his hands off of Woohyun's neck, he feels only slightly guilty when the indented marks of his fingers on his flesh make him hard all over again.
2ji | topping from the bottom | 216w
Jihoon can't help but feel like he's been had, gripping onto Jiho's hips tightly as he watches him through slitted eyes. Jiho always allows him the illusion of having control in the beginning, letting Jihoon push him down onto the bed and guide the pace of their movements, but eventually he finds a way to get back on top. He's on top of him now, rocking his hips to the beat of the muted music playing on Jiho's laptop. Jihoon watches (because that's his favorite thing to do when they have sex, watching Jiho's face) as Jiho sweeps his tongue out over his lower lip and sucks it into his mouth with a throaty grunt, eyes fluttering shut, hips rising up high and falling all the way back down with a slick, sliding motion, making the pull of Jiho's body drag tight over his dick.
He's supposed to be fucking Jiho, but really, it's Jiho fucking him. It's always Jiho fucking him, anywhere and everywhere, all up to Jiho's whims, and if he's being honest with himself Jihoon knows that the only reason Jiho's letting him fuck him in the ass in the first place is because Jiho really wants it.
Still, though, Jihoon figures that just getting Jiho is good enough, regardless of how he's getting him.
taemjong | UST | 294w
Taemin knows that Sungjong knows that Taemin wants to fuck him.
Despite having this knowledge, though, Sungjong seems to be quite content with indefinitely keeping their relationship in the stage that occurs just before a couple decides that they should have sex with each other for the first time. All of the lingering, heated looks, the drawn-out touches left on his arms and his hips and, occasionally, even right on his ass, all have compiled into the mess of Taemin's fumbling sexuality that exists within him at this very moment, desperate to be cultivated into something existing outside of his body as well.
Taemin has started getting horny around Sungjong at the drop of a hat even whilst in the middle of hanging out with their friends. This development hasn't been an easy one for him. Sungjong notices, but says nothing, instead giving him looks that suggest a secret hiding behind those big, brown eyes and carefully teasing grins. It drives him fucking crazy, but the soft sweep of fingertips trailing up and down the line of his spine later on in the evening always quells the irritation with his boyfriend and turns him into a sopping mess again.
He finally decides that he can wait a little longer if Sungjong isn't ready or willing yet. He knows that they will get there eventually - he can see it in Sungjong's eyes every time he catches Taemin looking at him like he can hardly stand the degree of want running throughout his body - and he has always been a patient boy.
That doesn't keep him from jumping Sungjong in the entryway when he finally walks through the front door brandishing a plastic bag from the corner store containing nothing but condoms and a bottle of vanilla lube.
jaekyung | confessions | 724w
Jaehyo has almost chewed the last of his thumbnail down when he caves in and calls Jiho, pacing around in small circles. Jiho answers with a light cough, sounding as if he was talking to someone just as he was answering.
"Yeah?"
"Jiho," Jaehyo says, voice anxious. "Have you seen Kyung around tonight? He told me to meet him so we could talk about something."
"Yeah, he's with me right now."
There's a muffled voice in the background and Jiho seems to pull away from the phone to yell something. Jaehyo calls Jiho's name and the muffled noises stop again.
"Look, just get over here to my place. This is really stupid."
"Jiho!"
Jaehyo strains his ears to try to hear the other voice in the background. He pulls his ear away from the phone quickly when Jiho yells again, this time right over the phone.
"Shut the fuck up, Kyung! Quit being such a pussy! Jaehyo, come here. Now."
"Wait-" Jaehyo says, just as he hears Kyung saying, "Fuck you, Jiho!" as Jiho hangs up.
He shoves his phone into his pocket and takes off walking towards Jiho's apartment. Five minutes later, Jiho is dragging him through the door and manhandling him into the living room where Kyung is sitting on the couch stonily. Jiho gives Jaehyo's shoulder a push.
"Go, sit, talk. I'll be in my room." He shakes his head, throwing his hands up dramatically as he walks past Kyung and Kyung tries to kick him.
Jaehyo sits on the couch hesitantly, side-eyeing Kyung, who has taken to staring at his feet with Jiho's absence.
"You wanted to talk?" Jaehyo asks quietly.
Kyung clears his throat. "Well, yeah, but...I don't know anymore."
Jaehyo looks at him blankly. "Don't know what, exactly?"
"I don't know," Kyung says again.
Jaehyo frowns at him, wondering whether he should have just stayed in tonight, if this is just some huge joke Jiho and Kyung are playing on him. He starts to sit up, resting his hands on the couch to push himself up, but Kyung reaches out to grab his arm.
"Hold on, shit," Kyung sighs. "Sit down."
Jaehyo sits again, bringing his thumb up to chew on the nail again.
"This isn't a joke, right?" he clarifies.
Kyung looks at him slowly and shakes his head.
"Then what is it?"
"For fuck's sake!" Jiho yells, walking into the room again. "Just tell him, Kyung!"
"Get out!" Kyung yells back, rubbing a hand over his face tiredly. "God, can't you mind your own business?"
"I don't want you two sitting around my place, beating around the bush all night. I have shit to do tomorrow."
Jiho sits down on the couch on Jaehyo's other side, making him scoot closer to Kyung to make room for him.
"Tell me what?" Jaehyo asks Kyung.
"Nothing," Kyung glares at Jiho.
"He wants your nuts, dude," Jiho offers. "Badly."
"Jiho!"
"What?"
"What?" Jaehyo turns to Jiho and then Kyung, eyebrows raised sky high. "What the hell?"
"Fuck," Kyung says, burying his face in his hands.
"He's been in love with you for like fucking forever, Jesus, are you blind?" Jiho grumbles, knocking his fist on Jaehyo's shoulder.
Jaehyo rubs the spot sorely, looking dazed. "You have?"
"Hate you so much," Kyung gasps, face still covered up by the press of his fingers. "Not you, Jaehyo," he adds.
"Well, duh," Jiho rolls his eyes. He gets up, dusting himself off. "Okay, I'm done here. Going to my room again. Don't fuck on my couch." He starts walking, pauses, and then turns to Jaehyo, jabbing his finger in the air. "Don't you dare fuck with my best friend, alright? I know where you live." He waves once and wanders back into his room, shutting the door with a hum.
Jaehyo and Kyung sit in silence for a bit, Jaehyo staring wide-eyed at Kyung and Kyung still using his arms as defense mechanisms, as if keeping himself from looking at Jaehyo will take back the last five minutes of their lives.
"Why," Jaehyo starts, still stunned, "didn't you tell me earlier? We've been friends for so long."
"I couldn't," Kyung lowers his fingers, still looking away. "I didn't even want to tell you now. This was Jiho's idea."
Jaehyo takes a deep breath. He turns toward Kyung and grabs his wrists, bringing his hands down and catching his eye.
"Remind me to thank him, then," Jaehyo murmurs.
Kyung blinks slowly, "Wha-", and the warm press of Jaehyo's mouth muffles any further protests.
Jiho bursts out of his room to stop them when he hears the moaning.
jongtae | genderswap | 473w
Jonghyun would be lying if he claimed that Taemin's - no, Taeyeon's - coming out hadn't affected his life and his security in their relationship. He had a lot of questions at first, because he was upset, not at her or her decision to come forth and address her issues with her assigned-at-birth gender, but at the way he felt everything was going to change.
Did this mean he was straight or gay? Was she straight, now? Or was she always? Did someone's sexual preferences change along with their preferred gender? He tried to read about it, but everything he read confused him. He couldn't relate, couldn't understand the dilemmas transgendered people face. He wanted to ask Taeyeon more about it, but he didn't even know how to go about starting that conversation.
He found himself withdrawing from his relationship when he knew he should be stepping up to the plate instead and giving her the support she so desperately needed now. Taeyeon would look at him across the table while they were eating with a million things she was clearly restraining herself from saying hanging around her head, head tilted slightly as her lips pursed and her eyebrows drew tighter together.
Key, who had embraced Taeyeon's announcement with wide arms, took Taeyeon shopping days afterward and helped her clean out her entire wardrobe of male clothing, replacing baggy jeans with skirts and worn T-shirts with colorful, soft blouses. Taeyeon wore her new clothes for the first time the next day and Jonghyun felt a little overwhelmed, torn between feeling weirded out by the drastic change and wanting to see more of it.
One month and three weeks after his girlfriend had first revealed her "secret" to him, Jonghyun sat her down in their bedroom with a determined look on his face.
"I don't really get it," he leveled with her, taking her hand, "but I do get that you're still you, and you always will be. And I'm dating you because I love you, as Taemin or Taeyeon or whoever you want to be. So I'm trying, I'm really trying, and sometimes I might say something stupid and make you mad and I'm sorry in advance, but you need to be patient with me, too."
Taeyeon's eyes cleared and she clasped her hand over his. "I'm glad that you're trying." She bit her lip, worrying it with her teeth as she was worrying over him with her heart. "If you have any questions, I could try to help you understand, if you want."
Jonghyun nodded, lifting an arm to wrap around her shoulders and draw her to his chest. "Thanks, babe."
Taeyeon laughed softly, sounding not like a boy or a girl but only his significant other, his right hand and his partner, and laid a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart in her palm.