[Drabble] Prompt Requests 009-012
009
Pairing: Sehun/Chen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 929
Prompt: Owner!Sehun featuring Kitty!Chen
Warnings: smut, self-lubrication
When Sehun steps out of the bathroom, still slightly dripping from his shower, Jongdae’s there to greet him. It surprises him but he allows Jongdae to step into his open arms, the hand that’s not keeping the towel around his waist goes up to his kitty’s hair, stroking and scratching at his grey ears in a way that has him purring in seconds.
Jongdae grins, wrapping his arms around Sehun’s neck to pull him in for a kiss. Jongdae’s temperature feels normal so it’s not likely he’s in heat but he’s not usually all that clingy with Sehun when he’s not trying to climb onto his dick. The kitty’s actions aren’t unwelcome, just unexpected and Sehun finds himself getting lost in the feeling of Jongdae pressing up against him.
It’s when he notices the hardness against his thigh that he breaks the kiss long enough to ask, “Are you in heat?”
No longer having access to Sehun’s lips, Jongdae presses his face into his owner’s neck instead, mouthing and licking at the clean skin. Jongdae’s scent has been washed off Sehun’s skin and he smells like soap and water instead.
This is unacceptable.
He only put up with it during the couple months since Sehun took him home out of pure stubbornness. Everyday that goes by, Jongdae grows more and more attached to his new owner and there’s only so much he can take of his scent being washed again and again.
“No,” Jongdae replies. He can feel Sehun arousal- hell, he can even smell it. But his owner hasn’t made any move towards getting him into bed yet.
“Is your heat near?”
Jongdae pulls back and pouts at Sehun. “No,” he says. And then in a smaller, almost scared voice, he asks, “Am I not allowed to touch you outside of my heat?”
“What? Of course you are,” Sehun sputters. Well, that would explain a few things. If Jongdae was under the impression that he wasn’t allowed to be intimate with Sehun and Sehun hadn’t wanted to pressure Jongdae into anything just because he bought him. “I didn’t know that you wanted to.”
“Oh, I want to,” Jongdae says and he takes Sehun’s wrist, tugging him towards their bed. He lets go just before they reach it, and Jongdae doesn’t waste any time pushing his pyjama pants and boxers down off his hips. Sehun just stands frozen, watching the display of Jongdae shedding his clothes and admires the view of soft skin slowly being exposed to him.
Jongdae settles himself on the bed, finally pulling his sleep shirt off too and he lets it fall to the floor in a heap with the rest of his clothes. There’s a slight flush to his face when lays back and spreads his thighs for Sehun. “Touch me,” he says, staring up at his owner with barely concealed lust in his eyes. “Please.”
Sehun doesn’t waste any time dropping the towel from around his hips. He quickly climbs onto the bed and in between Jongdae’s legs, the kitty welcoming him with open arms and he clings to Sehun’s shoulders as soon as he’s within reach.
“I didn’t know,” Sehun says, one hand trailing down Jongdae’s thighs while the other slips between Jongdae’s thighs, fingers gently dragging over the kitty’s entrance. Sehun closes his eyes and groans; Jongdae is so wet already. He pushes two fingers in easily and Jongdae moans, bucking his hips for more friction. “Fuck.”
“Come on,” Jongdae whines and he pulls Sehun’s mouth toward his. He licks at Sehun’s lips until they part for him and he sucks Sehun’s bottom lip into his mouth. While Sehun’s distracted, Jongdae reaches for his owners hips and forces him closer, lining Sehun’s dick up with his slick entrance. “Just do it already,” Jongdae begs, lifting his hips off the bed so Sehun is almost penetrating him.
“Fuck,” Sehun swears again and he thrusts forward, completely burying himself inside Jongdae in one smooth motion. Jongdae is so slick, so warm, so fucking tight around him that Sehun has to concentrate on not losing control and coming too soon, that would be embarrassing.
But then Jongdae starts to purr again, louder this time, and beg for more. Whimpers of please, please, please come tumbling from Jongdae’s pretty lips and Sehun can’t help pulling out only to shove himself almost roughly back inside. Jongdae purrs loudly, moaning as he moves his own hips to meet each of Sehun’s thrusts.
Quicker than ever, the pleasure builds in Sehun and he reaches between them to jerk Jongdae off, hard and fast. The kitten comes first with a hiss, his nails digging into Sehun’s shoulder and his release making a mess on their skin. Sehun grunts when he comes a moment later, no longer being able to hold out against the added tightness of Jongdae’s body clamping down on him.
“Oh my god,” Sehun says when he carefully pulls out of Jongdae. He watches with satisfaction as a bit of his semen drips out from his thoroughly used ass and when he looks back up, Jongdae’s smiling at him.
Sehun realises just how much of a mess they’ve made when he reaches over to run his clean hand through Jongdae’s hair, scratching gently at his cat ears. “I’m going to need another shower,” he comments.
Jongdae hisses, startling Sehun into pulling his hand away in fear or his fingers being bitten. “I literally just finished putting my scent all over you,” Jongdae glares. “There is no fucking way I’m letting you just wash it all off again.”
010
Pairing: Kai/Chen, side!Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: PG
Word Count: 617
Prompt: ChenKai continuation of this drabble.
Something is going on, Jongdae is sure of it, but he doesn't know what yet. The silly humans Joonmyun and Baekhyun have been unusually passive today. They aren’t as annoyed by Jongdae’s teasing and Baekhyun even gave him some catnip this morning. Something’s definitely up.
It’s only when he gets sleepy just after lunch when he realizes what’s missing. There is a lack of a certain puppy hybrid around the shelter and even Chanyeol seems unusually quiet today as he follows Baekhyun around looking like a someone licked him.
Jongdae hisses at no one in particular and heads straight for Joonmyun’s office. “Where is he?” the kitten demands as he throws the door open.
“What the hell, Jongdae,” Joonmyun asks. Jongdae probably just scared the shit out of him, but there are more pressing matters to discuss. “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”
“Where. Is. He.” Jongdae repeats and slams his hands down onto Joonmyun’s desk. He watches in satisfaction as some of the papers scatter on impact, a few even falling to the floor. He totally deserves it.
“What are you talking about?” the human sighs, but Jongdae is smart enough to see through his little act of playing dumb.
“Jongin,” Jongdae hisses. “Where the hell is Jongin.”
“That’s none of your-” Joonmyun squawks as Jongdae swipes his hand across his desk, making a bigger mess and putting holes in a couple of important files with his claws. “Jongdae!”
“That is your final warning,” Jongdae says, raising his hands threateningly above Joonmyun’s desk again. “Tell me or I’ll shred absolutely everything in this room.”
Joonmyun curses, he sits back in his chair. “He’s in the interview room with a man that’s interested in adopting him,” he sighs in defeat.
Jongdae’s blood runs cold. “Jongin,” he whispers and then takes off running through the shelter, ignoring Joonmyun’s calls of his name. He skids to a halt in front of the door to the interview room and his claws mark up the wall in his haste to get the damn thing open.
“Jongdae,” Baekhyun calls behind him. “You’re not allowed in there!”
But it’s too late. Jongdae bursts through the door and his heart clenches painfully in his chest when he sees Jongin on the couch beside some young human. The pair are startled by the cat’s sudden appearance and Jongdae takes advantage of it by stomping over and he pulls Jongin away from the human by the wrist.
“He’s not available for adoption,” Jongdae hisses before dragging Jongin out of the room with him.
“Jongdae, what the-” Baekhyun quickly clamps his mouth shut when Jongdae hisses loudly at him.
He tugs Jongin to their usual napping place and just like always he pushes the puppy down onto the pet bed. But this time Jongin’s arms are open and waiting for Jongdae and the cat fits himself easily into Jongin’s warm embrace. Jongdae buries his face into Jongin’s neck and keeps a tight grip on him, as if afraid that Jongin would vanish forever if he let go.
“You’re not allowed to be adopted,” Chen says, his words muffled against Jongin’s skin. He expects Jongin to get mad at him, push him away and never speak to him again. What he gets instead is Jongin’s arms tightening around his waist. “You can’t-”
“I know.”
Jongdae’s got all sorts of reasons prepared why he shouldn’t go home with that man, but those excuses don’t even have a chance to be voiced when Jongdae realizes that Jongin isn’t arguing with him. “What?”
“I wasn’t going to let him adopt me,” Jongin explains as he pushes his nose into Jongdae’s hair and holds him closer. “I’m not leaving here without you.”
011
Pairing: Chanyeol/Chen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 518
Prompt: Chanyeol is computer engineer (with glasses!) and Jongdae likes to pretend his computer is broken. But's really his heart, and only that cute guy in glasses can fix it.
"There you go, all fixed," Chanyeol says as he finishes clicking a few things on Jongdae's computer to make sure everything is running like it's supposed to.
"Oh, that was quick," Jongdae says, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. He thought for sure this time that he'd fucked his computer up enough for a lot more time together. Apparently, he was wrong. "Thank you so much."
Chanyeol stands up from the desk and now Jongdae has to look up in order to see his face. He almost squeals when the computer engineer has to push his large, black-framed glasses further up the bridge of his nose because the action is stupidly cute. Jongdae's always had a thing with guys in glasses, but everything about Chanyeol just makes him weak in the knees. He's is a killer combination of height, brains and a deep voice all rolled up into a stupidly attractive package and Jongdae is hopelessly enamoured.
"It's not a problem," Chanyeol says with a smile and Jongdae has to resist the urge to melt into a pile of goo on the floor at the sight. He doesn't know how it's possible for someone to be so adorable, yet disarmingly sexy at the same time. "One of the system files must have gotten deleted somehow and it just took a quick download to replace it and get the computer going again."
"Oh, I wonder how that happened," Jongdae says with a (hopefully innocent-looking) smile of his own. He really needs to find better WikiHow articles on the internet on how to fuck up his computer more so that it'll take longer for Chanyeol to repair. But not fuck it up too much though, because he kinda needs his computer for work and he doesn't want his boss to fire him. "Thanks again."
He offers his hand for Chanyeol to shake and once again he's amazed at how big Chanyeol's is (just like everything else about him). It practically engulfs his own and Jongdae would give anything to feel those hands against the skin on /other/ parts of his body. But after a few seconds pass and Chanyeol still hasn't let go of his hand, Jongdae starts to panic.
Chanyeol uses his grip on Jongdae's hand to pull him in, until they're nearly chest-to-chest and Jongdae can feel his breath against his ear. "You know," Chanyeol murmurs, voice impossibly deep and Jongdae actually whimpers at the sound. "If you wanted my attention all you had to do was ask."
Jongdae can't really bring himself to be too upset about Chanyeol being able to see right through his little scheme so easily. Especially when Chanyeol leaves Jongdae with his cell phone number and plans for a date later tonight.
Jongdae’s had his heart broken way too many times in his life, but there’s something about Chanyeol that makes him feel like it’s okay to trust him. And who knows, maybe Chanyeol will be able to find all the pieces and put his heart back together, just like the many times he’s fixed Jongdae’s computer for him.
012
Pairing: Kai/Chen
Rating: PG
Word Count: 315
Prompt: chenkai fluff! snuggles maybe anything you want!!
Jongin’s exhausted from a long day at work. In the mornings he teaches ballroom dancing to adults and his afternoons are filled with impatient children copying his very simple ballet or tap moves. He dumps his dancing gear by the door and peals the clothes off his body as he makes his way to the bathroom. A hot shower helps soothe his tired muscles and relax him from a hard day.
By the time he’s out of the bathroom, dressed in a clean pair of boxers, Jongdae is already resting in bed, fiddling with his phone. Jongin finishes towel-drying his hair before lifting the covers and climbing into bed with him. Jongin slings and arm around Jongdae’s waist, tugging his boyfriend closer and pulling the phone from between Jongdae’s fingers.
“Hey, I was playing with that,” Jongdae complains as Jongin hides the device beneath his pillow.
“Cuddles now,” Jongin mumbles into the back of Jongdae’s shoulder. He presses a kiss to the back of Jongdae’s neck and holds on tighter. “Games later.”
“Rough day at work?” Jongdae asks, covering the hand that Jongin has against his tummy with his own.
“Chanmi tripped again,” Jongin says with a shudder and Jongdae hums in sympathy. “She was crying so much, there was blood everywhere.”
“Poor little girl,” Jongdae says and he manages to shift enough so he can kiss Jongin on the cheek. “She’s okay now, right?”
Jongin nods. “She must have bit her tongue when she fell.”
“She’s a tough cookie,” Jongdae says, remembering the times he had a chance to visit the dance studio and watch Jongin teach a class of over a dozen little four-year-old girls. “She’ll be back again to fall next week.”
Jongin cringes at the thought, curling himself even more around Jongdae’s body. He loves the little girl dearly, he just wishes she wasn’t quite so accident-prone. “I hope not.”