dbsk; better use
Better use
Yoosu(Yoochun/Junsu), pg-13
Their freezer is broken and there’s a lot of ice cream to eat
A/N: First of all, this is the first drabble/short short fic in a series of fics that I will be making. What is the series? Well, it’s basically that I write drabbles/short fics that is themed around some kind of food. Why? I was bored one day and decided to make a list of pairings and the food that I thought would suit them. When I was done I was still bored and thought ‘hey, I could write some of this’ so I started and found it funny to write so I continued.
Just to clarify one thing, I don’t write smut so the fics are either themed around some kind of food OR just have the food in it (depending on what I come up with).
Yoosu - Vanilla ice cream + strawberries
”Oh god, there’s so much ice cream left,” said Junsu, a bit exasperated. He and Yoochun had been eating a while now, ever since the others had left them to deal with the ice cream, and he was full.
“I know,” said Yoochun and dropped hi spoon into his bowl again.
“Why did the freezer have to break now?” complained Junsu in a whiny voice, putting down his own spoon. The freezer had broken a few hours earlier and Jaejoong had seen no other choice than for them to eat everything in the freezer. Luckily all that had been in the freezer had been ice cream and some unidentified thing that Jaejoong threw away. So DBSK had sat down around the kitchen table and started eating, because - as Changmin had said - ice cream is way too good to let it go to waste. After a while Jaejoong complained that he was full and decided he needed a walk so all the calories wouldn’t stay on his body. Yunho had, as the gentleman he was (or pretended he was) gone with him. Changmin had (survived) stayed awhile longer, eating like there was no tomorrow. At some time he had taken out a package of strawberries from the refrigerator, claiming that the vanilla ice cream tasted better with the strawberries. But after a while longer he also left, taking two one litre packages with him, shouting out something about going to Shindong-hyung and the door slammed shut after him.
Left was Junsu and Yoochun and another two one litre packages of vanilla ice cream and a half finished jar of strawberries. That had to be eaten now. “I can’t eat anything more,” said Junsu and sighed, clapping his stomach. “It’s not that big deal if we let them melt, is it?”
“Hmm,” mumbled Yoochun, is body present but his mind somewhere completely else. Suddenly a spark glistered in his eyes and then they started shining with a rather mischievous glow. The other didn’t notice.
“I mean, it’s not like we can’t buy more ice cream, right? Maybe I’ll just go give these to SHINee…” Junsu stood up, grabbed his bowl and spoon and put them down at the sink. Yoochun didn’t move. Junsu reached over the table, hands outstretched to grab the ice cream, and that was when Yoochun moved quickly, grabbing the other’s wrists.
“No,” he said. Junsu furrowed his eyebrows at him.
“Why not?”
“No.” Yoochun’s tone said that this was the final word, Junsu pouted.
“Then you suggest we eat it all?” he said and tried to wrench his wrists from Yoochun’s firm grip. Yoochun just tightened his grip; Junsu frowned, because, ouch, it hurt. Then Yoochun pulled at the wrists, jerking them to him and the sudden movement caused Junsu to stumble and he ended up sitting in Yoochun’s lap. The slightly older man grinned at him and Junsu got an uneasy feeling about this in the bottom of his stomach.
“I suggest,” Yoochun spoke in a low voice, speaking directly into Junsu’s ear, “that we use the ice cream and strawberries in a much better way.” The grin turned into a smirk and he kissed the spot just below the other’s ear, sucking lightly. Junsu shivered as sparks shot down his spine. Yoochun moved his lips lower down to his neck, with light movements moving the material of Junsu’s wife beater a bit to down so he could kiss the smooth skin on Junsu’s shoulder.
“What do you mean?” stuttered Junsu and his breath caught in his throat as Yoochun bit down at the spot where his neck met his shoulder, not hard enough to leave a mark. The dark haired man moved on of Junsu’s wrists to his other hand, so he had one hand free. With the now free hand he softly caressed Junsu’s stomach through the fabric of his black and purple wife beater, then moving lower, lower, he pressed his palm against the other’s groin. Junsu gasped, in realization and in shock and pleasure. A blush spread over his face as mental pictures of cold ice cream on his stomach, Yoochun licking it away - dipping his tongue into his navel for a second, strawberries mashed over his chest - the fruit juice running slowly down his sides, Yoochun sucking away every trace of them suddenly appeared in his brain. His member did a twist in his pants and Yoochun chuckled lowly against his neck.
“Come on,” he whispered softly, pushing Junsu off his lap, standing up himself. He released Junsu’s wrists and pushed the strawberries packaged into his hands. Yoochun took the ice cream and a spoon in one hand, the other slipping around Junsu’s waist as he dragged him into his bedroom, locking the door carefully behind. The ice cream was miraculously gone after one hour.
The End
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Yoosu(Yoochun/Junsu), pg-13
Their freezer is broken and there’s a lot of ice cream to eat
A/N: First of all, this is the first drabble/short short fic in a series of fics that I will be making. What is the series? Well, it’s basically that I write drabbles/short fics that is themed around some kind of food. Why? I was bored one day and decided to make a list of pairings and the food that I thought would suit them. When I was done I was still bored and thought ‘hey, I could write some of this’ so I started and found it funny to write so I continued.
Just to clarify one thing, I don’t write smut so the fics are either themed around some kind of food OR just have the food in it (depending on what I come up with).
Yoosu - Vanilla ice cream + strawberries
”Oh god, there’s so much ice cream left,” said Junsu, a bit exasperated. He and Yoochun had been eating a while now, ever since the others had left them to deal with the ice cream, and he was full.
“I know,” said Yoochun and dropped hi spoon into his bowl again.
“Why did the freezer have to break now?” complained Junsu in a whiny voice, putting down his own spoon. The freezer had broken a few hours earlier and Jaejoong had seen no other choice than for them to eat everything in the freezer. Luckily all that had been in the freezer had been ice cream and some unidentified thing that Jaejoong threw away. So DBSK had sat down around the kitchen table and started eating, because - as Changmin had said - ice cream is way too good to let it go to waste. After a while Jaejoong complained that he was full and decided he needed a walk so all the calories wouldn’t stay on his body. Yunho had, as the gentleman he was (or pretended he was) gone with him. Changmin had (survived) stayed awhile longer, eating like there was no tomorrow. At some time he had taken out a package of strawberries from the refrigerator, claiming that the vanilla ice cream tasted better with the strawberries. But after a while longer he also left, taking two one litre packages with him, shouting out something about going to Shindong-hyung and the door slammed shut after him.
Left was Junsu and Yoochun and another two one litre packages of vanilla ice cream and a half finished jar of strawberries. That had to be eaten now. “I can’t eat anything more,” said Junsu and sighed, clapping his stomach. “It’s not that big deal if we let them melt, is it?”
“Hmm,” mumbled Yoochun, is body present but his mind somewhere completely else. Suddenly a spark glistered in his eyes and then they started shining with a rather mischievous glow. The other didn’t notice.
“I mean, it’s not like we can’t buy more ice cream, right? Maybe I’ll just go give these to SHINee…” Junsu stood up, grabbed his bowl and spoon and put them down at the sink. Yoochun didn’t move. Junsu reached over the table, hands outstretched to grab the ice cream, and that was when Yoochun moved quickly, grabbing the other’s wrists.
“No,” he said. Junsu furrowed his eyebrows at him.
“Why not?”
“No.” Yoochun’s tone said that this was the final word, Junsu pouted.
“Then you suggest we eat it all?” he said and tried to wrench his wrists from Yoochun’s firm grip. Yoochun just tightened his grip; Junsu frowned, because, ouch, it hurt. Then Yoochun pulled at the wrists, jerking them to him and the sudden movement caused Junsu to stumble and he ended up sitting in Yoochun’s lap. The slightly older man grinned at him and Junsu got an uneasy feeling about this in the bottom of his stomach.
“I suggest,” Yoochun spoke in a low voice, speaking directly into Junsu’s ear, “that we use the ice cream and strawberries in a much better way.” The grin turned into a smirk and he kissed the spot just below the other’s ear, sucking lightly. Junsu shivered as sparks shot down his spine. Yoochun moved his lips lower down to his neck, with light movements moving the material of Junsu’s wife beater a bit to down so he could kiss the smooth skin on Junsu’s shoulder.
“What do you mean?” stuttered Junsu and his breath caught in his throat as Yoochun bit down at the spot where his neck met his shoulder, not hard enough to leave a mark. The dark haired man moved on of Junsu’s wrists to his other hand, so he had one hand free. With the now free hand he softly caressed Junsu’s stomach through the fabric of his black and purple wife beater, then moving lower, lower, he pressed his palm against the other’s groin. Junsu gasped, in realization and in shock and pleasure. A blush spread over his face as mental pictures of cold ice cream on his stomach, Yoochun licking it away - dipping his tongue into his navel for a second, strawberries mashed over his chest - the fruit juice running slowly down his sides, Yoochun sucking away every trace of them suddenly appeared in his brain. His member did a twist in his pants and Yoochun chuckled lowly against his neck.
“Come on,” he whispered softly, pushing Junsu off his lap, standing up himself. He released Junsu’s wrists and pushed the strawberries packaged into his hands. Yoochun took the ice cream and a spoon in one hand, the other slipping around Junsu’s waist as he dragged him into his bedroom, locking the door carefully behind. The ice cream was miraculously gone after one hour.
The End
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