three drabbles
i answered some prompts left in my ask.fm a long time ago and forgot about them?! so uh... i figured i should post them here. lol. i still have more unanswered prompts in my ask that i'll get to someday, I'M SORRY FRIENDS......
title: off course
pairing: jongdae/kyungsoo
rating: nc-17
length: ~1,000 words
warnings: language, lapslock
summary: jongdae makes the road trip for their anniversary a little more exciting. au.
ao3 | aff
notes: onyu gave me the prompt, "chensoo. jongdae getting kyungsoo hard while kyungsoo drives. (^ o < )v." god dammit... *shakes fist* it got me hard just thinking about it.
off course
jongdae wants to go on a road trip. jongdae wants to go on a road trip for their three year anniversary, a road trip to fucking nowhere, and after two weeks of incessant begging, kyungsoo finally cracks. he’ll humor him. he’ll take jongdae on his stupid fucking road trip when they could just stay home, maybe go to a nice restaurant for dinner and then watch a movie while cuddling on the couch together. they’d have sex and then go to sleep. anniversary over. no boring drives that stretch on forever, taking hours at a time to get anywhere at all, with only jongdae’s animated chattering and the nauseous tittering of his girl groups playing on the stereo in the background.
they (meaning jongdae) booked a room at some resort near the mountains and he (jongdae) described it as a romantic getaway. kyungsoo isn’t sure how romantic he’ll be by the end of the night with girls’ generation prattling away in his head for the first half of the afternoon.
the scenery’s repetitive. kyungsoo has given up even trying to look for something new; it’s all the same rice fields and the occasional grove of trees. he’s got a vice-like grip on the steering wheel and his foot feels too heavy on the pedal, even though he’s on cruise control. the steady hum of the road lulls him into a blank state where he’s only aware of the gritting of his teeth.
jongdae stores away the road map for the thousandth time that day and heaves a sigh. he probably hadn’t been anticipating such a long drive or a quite so grumpy kyungsoo. the gps on the dash says there are still one hundred and eighty seven miles remaining and the sun’s just begun to set.
the driver feels a hand taking up residence on his knee and ignores it. it’s just another one of jongdae’s ploys to get his attention. gaining no reaction from him, the hand creeps up his leg and rests against his inner-thigh, a subtle pressure that warms his skin through the fabric of his pants. he could easily shake jongdae off, but jongdae can’t stand rejection. he’ll start to whine. so kyungsoo continues driving.
jongdae’s fingertips rub small, dizzying circles into kyungsoo’s clothed skin. the friction causes his cock to twitch with interest after such a long, tiring day of driving. kyungsoo’s got a decent-sized bulge forming in his pants when jongdae smirks, pleased to see that he can get his partner hard just by touching his leg. through slacks. fuck. it’s been a while since they’ve fucked, and the tension is high. the recycled air in the compact car is stifling. kyungsoo wants jongdae’s lips on his.
it’s an inconvenient time to get horny, kyungsoo decides as his grip tightens around the leather-clad wheel and jongdae’s hand dips lower. jongdae is an asshole, but kyungsoo’s known this for five years. the passenger covers the affected area with his wandering hand, palming kyungsoo through the fabric. his cock strains against the zipper.
kyungsoo jerks the wheel a little to the left. squirrel in the road. he sinks back against the straightened seat, unable to contain the sigh that escapes him when jongdae releases his cock from its confines. he gives it a reassuring squeeze and kyungsoo lets out a strangled gurgling noise.
this is definitely one of the more risky things they’ve done since jongdae introduced bondage to the bedroom. for one, he’s driving, and the road requires his almost full attention. the angle’s kind of awkward, too. jongdae jerks him off with his arm bent at the elbow, his warm hand - too warm and slightly sweaty, since the ac’s crap - wrapped tightly around his sensitive heated skin. he grunts and takes his hand away, and kyungsoo barely has time to feel crestfallen when he hears the telltale click of a seatbelt being unbuckled. his eyes flick to the side momentarily only to catch a glimpse of jongdae settling to his knees on the carpeted floor before he dips his head and sucks kyungsoo into his mouth.
sputtering out a gasp, kyungsoo lets his head fall back and hit the stiff headrest with a moan. jongdae’s mouth is so wet and tight and fuck, they can’t be doing this. they aren’t teenagers anymore. this isn’t their honeymoon.
"jongdae," he says. there’s no reply, only obscene slurping noises as jongdae takes him further into his mouth. he feels tears prickling the corners of his eyes from staring at the road for too long.
kyungsoo drops one hand from the steering wheel and threads his fingers through jongdae’s thick hair. he likes doing this when jongdae sucks him off: jongdae starts making all these pleased sounds in the back of his throat, muffled by kyungsoo’s cock.
jongdae starts licking up the underside of his cock when kyungsoo loses it. he swerves, veering off to the right shoulder. jongdae pulls off with a pop, looking up.
"what’re you doing?" his lips are tinged red and slick with spit.
"pulling over." he slows to a stop at the exaggerated curve, setting the car to park. it’s probably a viewing area. kyungsoo hopes no passerbys will stop here to look at the backdrop of mountains in the distance, because they might see something else entirely, like two men making out in their car. he puts on his flashers and busies himself with unbuckling his seatbelt.
"wasn’t that fun though?" there’s mischief sparkling in jongdae’s eyes. kyungsoo twists his torso, leaning over the middle section between their seats to cup jongdae’s chin with his fingers. he had retreated to his respective seat when kyungsoo pulled over. smart boy.
"we could have gotten into a wreck." he presses their lips together, hard. it’s a different kind of collision, one that isn’t potentially dangerous. the driver clambers over the space separating them, careful not to shift the car into another gear with his knee or his ass, and pushes jongdae up against his seat. needy, hot breaths are exchanged through the gaps in their lips. kyungsoo sticks his hand between them and rubs jongdae’s trapped erection, knowing how he always gets hard when he’s sucking kyungsoo off. jongdae moans helplessly into his mouth, embracing him with his arms as kyungsoo covers jongdae’s body with his.
when they’re back on the road, they’re forty-five minutes off course, but the break was worth it.
title: lover's quarrel
pairing: chanyeol/kyungsoo (mentioned jongin/junmyeon)
rating: g
length: ~450 words
warnings: lapslock
summary: loving someone isn't always easy. canon.
notes: anon gave me the prompt, "chansoo, first fight."
lover's quarrel
they've fought before, as friends, mostly over petty things - nothing that held much weight or importance. little scuffles that ended up with chanyeol in a headlock, loudly complaining but with breathless laughter issuing from his mouth. this is their first time fighting as a couple, and it gets more heated, more personal. feelings get hurt. there's a sharpness in kyungsoo's side and acid on his tongue, licking at chanyeol's wounds with salt. chanyeol's like a puppy: he gets hurt, he mopes. kyungsoo withdraws in on himself, sulking in a different manner, an arm slung across his chest. don't come near. chanyeol pities himself.
the taller makes several attempts at apologizing, but kyungsoo will hear none of it. he shuts himself in their room, alone, and makes chanyeol sleep, curled up, on the couch. jongin's had enough of it.
"kyungsoo-hyung can't kick me out. it's my room, too," he huffs. chanyeol says, i'm sorry. junmyeon stages an intervention. knocking, kyungsoo won't open up. i hate him, he yells. kyungsoo, you know you don't mean that. i hate him, he assures them. chanyeol lingers behind the leader, hurt. i can't believe he's saying these things, he admits sullenly. junmyeon apologizes, voice soft and gentle. it's okay, he says. just give him time.
it's late when kyungsoo opens his door. jongin's sleeping in junmyeon's bed and chanyeol's exactly where kyungsoo thought he'd be, on the couch and whimpering quietly in his sleep. the boy hovers near him, staring, for many minutes. chanyeol doesn't stir but his leg fidgets a little. it's cute, like a dog. i'm sorry, he says. his words are sincere. his lips barely move. his gaze becomes tender. i love you, you great big fool. he reaches for the boy's ear and strokes it with his thumb, the part that sticks out comically from the side of his head. chanyeol mumbles something, eyes still closed, and a small, pleased smile curving on his lips.
the next day kyungsoo makes his boyfriend breakfast and all is right in the world again. chanyeol is beaming, chatty, bubbly, complimenting how well he cooked the eggs. fluffy, just as he likes them. kyungsoo leans over and presses a kiss to his lips. chanyeol tries to deepen the kiss and make it last longer, his hand dwarfing the side of kyungsoo's face, but kyungsoo pulls back and slaps him lightly with the spatula. junmyeon sighs, relieved and content. jongin's just glad he has his bed back, all though junmyeon is warmer than the sheets he wraps himself in, even if his feet are cold. jongin's no advocate for socks, but he'll tell him to wear them next time (even if he likes playing footsie with him).
title: the morning after
pairing: chanyeol/jongdae
rating: pg-13
length: ~550 words
warnings: language, implied sex, lapslock
summary: catboy au. jongdae, purring his way into chanyeol's life with his love for cuddles and pancakes. (thank you alicia for the summary ♡)
notes: anon gave me the prompt, "the morning after!chenyeol? can be something sweet that involves a lot of cuddling or /something else/ ㅋㅋㅋ"
the morning after
chanyeol wakes up to a light pressure weighing down his chest. his first delusional and sleep-ridden thought is that his childhood asthma has returned, and he thinks about scrambling for his inhaler that no longer exists. when he opens his eyes, however, he sees a lump curled up on top of him and two soft brown ears poking out of its head. it’s that cute catboy he’d taken home last night, after one too many shots at the bar. he’d come onto him when chanyeol was at his drunkest, clinging to his shoulders and purring like a freight engine. chanyeol couldn’t resist his curved kitty lips that expelled the most charming of giggles, nor the flick of his long brown tail which stroked his thigh.
he’ll probably ask him for money once he wakes up, chanyeol thinks dimly. if he hasn’t already stolen some from his vulnerable wallet. cats without owners usually aren’t well-off, and he could very well be a streetwalker. he had seduced him for a quick fuck and a few bucks. that, or he was on the prowl for an owner. get a guy drunk enough and sleep with him, and then you can convince him to do anything for you. or maybe the cat was close to his heat, had no one to help him with it, and was desperate enough to make a stranger his prey.
either way, chanyeol’s been duped.
a groan filters past his lips as he raises his arm and slings it over his eyes, blocking out the sunlight. he’ll figure out where his wallet is later; he doesn’t even remember how much he had on him.
there’s a shift of weight on his chest as the cat stirs from his slumber, eyelids peeling back to reveal clear amber eyes unblemished by alcohol or fatigue. he starts purring and the vibrations go straight through chanyeol’s skin and make his bones tremble in weakness.
"hi," the cat greets, a lazy, pleased smile stretching across his lips.
"uh, h-hey," chanyeol manages, resisting the urge to smooth down the boy’s unruly hair. it looks soft, like the fur on his ears.
"what’s for breakfast?" his gaze is hopeful, never leaving chanyeol’s eyes (which shy away from the stare), and his tail perks up and waves like a banner behind him.
a free breakfast, too? this cat’s really too much.
"what do you like?" chanyeol finds himself talking before he can catch himself.
"mmmm," the cat wonders out loud, pursing his lips. his ears twitch to attention once he makes a decision. "pancakes! with lots of syrup."
"pancakes it is, then," chanyeol concludes, his resolve shattered.
"can we stay in bed for a little bit longer though? you’re really warm and comfy . . ." closing his eyes, the catboy snuggles closer, nosing along chanyeol’s collarbone and nuzzling into his neck. chanyeol feels his breath stop in his throat as his heart beat slows considerably.
"um, i don’t mean to sound rude, but what’s your name again?"
"jongdae," the catboy purrs, his lips against chanyeol’s skin.
he doesn’t want to get attached. chanyeol doesn’t think he knows how to take care of another person.
☼
two weeks after being with jongdae, chanyeol blurts out during their cuddle session one morning, "can i keep you?"
jongdae grins. "i thought you’d never ask."
title: off course
pairing: jongdae/kyungsoo
rating: nc-17
length: ~1,000 words
warnings: language, lapslock
summary: jongdae makes the road trip for their anniversary a little more exciting. au.
ao3 | aff
notes: onyu gave me the prompt, "chensoo. jongdae getting kyungsoo hard while kyungsoo drives. (^ o < )v." god dammit... *shakes fist* it got me hard just thinking about it.
off course
jongdae wants to go on a road trip. jongdae wants to go on a road trip for their three year anniversary, a road trip to fucking nowhere, and after two weeks of incessant begging, kyungsoo finally cracks. he’ll humor him. he’ll take jongdae on his stupid fucking road trip when they could just stay home, maybe go to a nice restaurant for dinner and then watch a movie while cuddling on the couch together. they’d have sex and then go to sleep. anniversary over. no boring drives that stretch on forever, taking hours at a time to get anywhere at all, with only jongdae’s animated chattering and the nauseous tittering of his girl groups playing on the stereo in the background.
they (meaning jongdae) booked a room at some resort near the mountains and he (jongdae) described it as a romantic getaway. kyungsoo isn’t sure how romantic he’ll be by the end of the night with girls’ generation prattling away in his head for the first half of the afternoon.
the scenery’s repetitive. kyungsoo has given up even trying to look for something new; it’s all the same rice fields and the occasional grove of trees. he’s got a vice-like grip on the steering wheel and his foot feels too heavy on the pedal, even though he’s on cruise control. the steady hum of the road lulls him into a blank state where he’s only aware of the gritting of his teeth.
jongdae stores away the road map for the thousandth time that day and heaves a sigh. he probably hadn’t been anticipating such a long drive or a quite so grumpy kyungsoo. the gps on the dash says there are still one hundred and eighty seven miles remaining and the sun’s just begun to set.
the driver feels a hand taking up residence on his knee and ignores it. it’s just another one of jongdae’s ploys to get his attention. gaining no reaction from him, the hand creeps up his leg and rests against his inner-thigh, a subtle pressure that warms his skin through the fabric of his pants. he could easily shake jongdae off, but jongdae can’t stand rejection. he’ll start to whine. so kyungsoo continues driving.
jongdae’s fingertips rub small, dizzying circles into kyungsoo’s clothed skin. the friction causes his cock to twitch with interest after such a long, tiring day of driving. kyungsoo’s got a decent-sized bulge forming in his pants when jongdae smirks, pleased to see that he can get his partner hard just by touching his leg. through slacks. fuck. it’s been a while since they’ve fucked, and the tension is high. the recycled air in the compact car is stifling. kyungsoo wants jongdae’s lips on his.
it’s an inconvenient time to get horny, kyungsoo decides as his grip tightens around the leather-clad wheel and jongdae’s hand dips lower. jongdae is an asshole, but kyungsoo’s known this for five years. the passenger covers the affected area with his wandering hand, palming kyungsoo through the fabric. his cock strains against the zipper.
kyungsoo jerks the wheel a little to the left. squirrel in the road. he sinks back against the straightened seat, unable to contain the sigh that escapes him when jongdae releases his cock from its confines. he gives it a reassuring squeeze and kyungsoo lets out a strangled gurgling noise.
this is definitely one of the more risky things they’ve done since jongdae introduced bondage to the bedroom. for one, he’s driving, and the road requires his almost full attention. the angle’s kind of awkward, too. jongdae jerks him off with his arm bent at the elbow, his warm hand - too warm and slightly sweaty, since the ac’s crap - wrapped tightly around his sensitive heated skin. he grunts and takes his hand away, and kyungsoo barely has time to feel crestfallen when he hears the telltale click of a seatbelt being unbuckled. his eyes flick to the side momentarily only to catch a glimpse of jongdae settling to his knees on the carpeted floor before he dips his head and sucks kyungsoo into his mouth.
sputtering out a gasp, kyungsoo lets his head fall back and hit the stiff headrest with a moan. jongdae’s mouth is so wet and tight and fuck, they can’t be doing this. they aren’t teenagers anymore. this isn’t their honeymoon.
"jongdae," he says. there’s no reply, only obscene slurping noises as jongdae takes him further into his mouth. he feels tears prickling the corners of his eyes from staring at the road for too long.
kyungsoo drops one hand from the steering wheel and threads his fingers through jongdae’s thick hair. he likes doing this when jongdae sucks him off: jongdae starts making all these pleased sounds in the back of his throat, muffled by kyungsoo’s cock.
jongdae starts licking up the underside of his cock when kyungsoo loses it. he swerves, veering off to the right shoulder. jongdae pulls off with a pop, looking up.
"what’re you doing?" his lips are tinged red and slick with spit.
"pulling over." he slows to a stop at the exaggerated curve, setting the car to park. it’s probably a viewing area. kyungsoo hopes no passerbys will stop here to look at the backdrop of mountains in the distance, because they might see something else entirely, like two men making out in their car. he puts on his flashers and busies himself with unbuckling his seatbelt.
"wasn’t that fun though?" there’s mischief sparkling in jongdae’s eyes. kyungsoo twists his torso, leaning over the middle section between their seats to cup jongdae’s chin with his fingers. he had retreated to his respective seat when kyungsoo pulled over. smart boy.
"we could have gotten into a wreck." he presses their lips together, hard. it’s a different kind of collision, one that isn’t potentially dangerous. the driver clambers over the space separating them, careful not to shift the car into another gear with his knee or his ass, and pushes jongdae up against his seat. needy, hot breaths are exchanged through the gaps in their lips. kyungsoo sticks his hand between them and rubs jongdae’s trapped erection, knowing how he always gets hard when he’s sucking kyungsoo off. jongdae moans helplessly into his mouth, embracing him with his arms as kyungsoo covers jongdae’s body with his.
when they’re back on the road, they’re forty-five minutes off course, but the break was worth it.
title: lover's quarrel
pairing: chanyeol/kyungsoo (mentioned jongin/junmyeon)
rating: g
length: ~450 words
warnings: lapslock
summary: loving someone isn't always easy. canon.
notes: anon gave me the prompt, "chansoo, first fight."
lover's quarrel
they've fought before, as friends, mostly over petty things - nothing that held much weight or importance. little scuffles that ended up with chanyeol in a headlock, loudly complaining but with breathless laughter issuing from his mouth. this is their first time fighting as a couple, and it gets more heated, more personal. feelings get hurt. there's a sharpness in kyungsoo's side and acid on his tongue, licking at chanyeol's wounds with salt. chanyeol's like a puppy: he gets hurt, he mopes. kyungsoo withdraws in on himself, sulking in a different manner, an arm slung across his chest. don't come near. chanyeol pities himself.
the taller makes several attempts at apologizing, but kyungsoo will hear none of it. he shuts himself in their room, alone, and makes chanyeol sleep, curled up, on the couch. jongin's had enough of it.
"kyungsoo-hyung can't kick me out. it's my room, too," he huffs. chanyeol says, i'm sorry. junmyeon stages an intervention. knocking, kyungsoo won't open up. i hate him, he yells. kyungsoo, you know you don't mean that. i hate him, he assures them. chanyeol lingers behind the leader, hurt. i can't believe he's saying these things, he admits sullenly. junmyeon apologizes, voice soft and gentle. it's okay, he says. just give him time.
it's late when kyungsoo opens his door. jongin's sleeping in junmyeon's bed and chanyeol's exactly where kyungsoo thought he'd be, on the couch and whimpering quietly in his sleep. the boy hovers near him, staring, for many minutes. chanyeol doesn't stir but his leg fidgets a little. it's cute, like a dog. i'm sorry, he says. his words are sincere. his lips barely move. his gaze becomes tender. i love you, you great big fool. he reaches for the boy's ear and strokes it with his thumb, the part that sticks out comically from the side of his head. chanyeol mumbles something, eyes still closed, and a small, pleased smile curving on his lips.
the next day kyungsoo makes his boyfriend breakfast and all is right in the world again. chanyeol is beaming, chatty, bubbly, complimenting how well he cooked the eggs. fluffy, just as he likes them. kyungsoo leans over and presses a kiss to his lips. chanyeol tries to deepen the kiss and make it last longer, his hand dwarfing the side of kyungsoo's face, but kyungsoo pulls back and slaps him lightly with the spatula. junmyeon sighs, relieved and content. jongin's just glad he has his bed back, all though junmyeon is warmer than the sheets he wraps himself in, even if his feet are cold. jongin's no advocate for socks, but he'll tell him to wear them next time (even if he likes playing footsie with him).
title: the morning after
pairing: chanyeol/jongdae
rating: pg-13
length: ~550 words
warnings: language, implied sex, lapslock
summary: catboy au. jongdae, purring his way into chanyeol's life with his love for cuddles and pancakes. (thank you alicia for the summary ♡)
notes: anon gave me the prompt, "the morning after!chenyeol? can be something sweet that involves a lot of cuddling or /something else/ ㅋㅋㅋ"
the morning after
chanyeol wakes up to a light pressure weighing down his chest. his first delusional and sleep-ridden thought is that his childhood asthma has returned, and he thinks about scrambling for his inhaler that no longer exists. when he opens his eyes, however, he sees a lump curled up on top of him and two soft brown ears poking out of its head. it’s that cute catboy he’d taken home last night, after one too many shots at the bar. he’d come onto him when chanyeol was at his drunkest, clinging to his shoulders and purring like a freight engine. chanyeol couldn’t resist his curved kitty lips that expelled the most charming of giggles, nor the flick of his long brown tail which stroked his thigh.
he’ll probably ask him for money once he wakes up, chanyeol thinks dimly. if he hasn’t already stolen some from his vulnerable wallet. cats without owners usually aren’t well-off, and he could very well be a streetwalker. he had seduced him for a quick fuck and a few bucks. that, or he was on the prowl for an owner. get a guy drunk enough and sleep with him, and then you can convince him to do anything for you. or maybe the cat was close to his heat, had no one to help him with it, and was desperate enough to make a stranger his prey.
either way, chanyeol’s been duped.
a groan filters past his lips as he raises his arm and slings it over his eyes, blocking out the sunlight. he’ll figure out where his wallet is later; he doesn’t even remember how much he had on him.
there’s a shift of weight on his chest as the cat stirs from his slumber, eyelids peeling back to reveal clear amber eyes unblemished by alcohol or fatigue. he starts purring and the vibrations go straight through chanyeol’s skin and make his bones tremble in weakness.
"hi," the cat greets, a lazy, pleased smile stretching across his lips.
"uh, h-hey," chanyeol manages, resisting the urge to smooth down the boy’s unruly hair. it looks soft, like the fur on his ears.
"what’s for breakfast?" his gaze is hopeful, never leaving chanyeol’s eyes (which shy away from the stare), and his tail perks up and waves like a banner behind him.
a free breakfast, too? this cat’s really too much.
"what do you like?" chanyeol finds himself talking before he can catch himself.
"mmmm," the cat wonders out loud, pursing his lips. his ears twitch to attention once he makes a decision. "pancakes! with lots of syrup."
"pancakes it is, then," chanyeol concludes, his resolve shattered.
"can we stay in bed for a little bit longer though? you’re really warm and comfy . . ." closing his eyes, the catboy snuggles closer, nosing along chanyeol’s collarbone and nuzzling into his neck. chanyeol feels his breath stop in his throat as his heart beat slows considerably.
"um, i don’t mean to sound rude, but what’s your name again?"
"jongdae," the catboy purrs, his lips against chanyeol’s skin.
he doesn’t want to get attached. chanyeol doesn’t think he knows how to take care of another person.
☼
two weeks after being with jongdae, chanyeol blurts out during their cuddle session one morning, "can i keep you?"
jongdae grins. "i thought you’d never ask."