Drabbles
These are ordered by, well they aren't. Anarchy in the USA, but I did label them with a pairing name and inspiration. Let me know what you like and what you don't like! I like you all.
Jongho
Military
Minho wasn’t really one for words, but he did tend to make a lot of noise, and that wasn’t a great thing when you bunked with thirty eight other men.
Jonghyun shoved his fingers in past Minho’s teeth as he frotted up against him in the back of the darkened shower room. Just his shirt rode up a bit to expose sharp hipbones and tighten muscles as his pants were shoved just below his hips. It was a shame that they didn’t have enough time to really do it right, to have as much skin on skin as possible, for him to appreciate the younger boy’s fully naked form. But it wasn’t really like Jonghyun could complain; he loved a man in uniform.
Guess :D
Food Play
She tilts his head back and fills it with chocolate sauce, “don’t swallow that.”
She goes back to standing in front of him and holds up the camera. He sways, waiting for instruction.
“Now open your mouth.”
He does and it pours out the sides and even a little over the front of his bottom lip, making a mess of his chin and neck, some collecting on his collar bones before dripping down lower in light trails that make him itch and want to wipe it away. She takes a couple pictures and lowers the camera a little, signaling to him it’s okay to move.
He carefully, curiously, starts to wipe at the chocolate, but it just smears further. She smiles at his intent expression, confused by the appearance of his own skin, and begins to click more photographs.
Jonghyun/Taeyeon
Blue
“You have to do it now.”
“Can’t I at least go in the bathroom?”
Taeyeon had never seen Jonghyun beg like this before, but it doesn’t mean she’s going to give in.
“I told you either you strip right here, right now, and or I’ll tell everyone you peeked in on me changing, and have you kicked off the team.”
The older boy blushed and squirmed under her stare and she wondered what the big deal was. Jonghyun always made derogatory comments about wanting to fuck the shit out of her, and in public too, and he certainly wasn’t shy without a shirt on. How big (or small) of a deal could showing his dick be?
“But I don’t understand how this would be making it up to you.”
His voice was quiet and he looked like he was on the verge of tears. Taeyeon wasn’t sure if she should be concerned or roll her eyes. He was just pretending to try and get out of this right? She responded apathetically to his pleading.
“You got to see me naked without my permission. Now you have to get naked and let me stare and judge your body so you can see what it feels like.”
Jonghyun sucked in a breath between his teeth as he kept his jaw clenched. He concentrated on Taeyeon’s foot hanging off the bed as he mumbled softly as if trying to convince himself,
“Okay, okay.”
He pulls off his shirt with both hands and awkwardly clumps it into a ball before handing it to Taeyeon. She takes it and places it beside her wordlessly, her expression still blank. He shook a little then, before hooking his thumbs in his pants and giving Taeyeon one quick last look that almost made her want to say ‘never mind, you don’t have to do this, I was kidding’ but it was too late.
He didn’t bother to fold the jeans, instead just shoving them at her. She takes them in surprise as she sees what exactly Jonghyun had been so worried about.
“Those are my…”
He nods violently as the red blush across his body darkened into what could have been mistaken for a heat rash. He holds his hands clasped tightly together in front of him, but it does nothing to hide the blue cotton panties.
Jongyu
Mafia
Warning: abuse
“It’s hard.”
“Did I ask if it was hard?” He leaned down closer.
“I asked you to do something for me, and you said yes.”
Jonghyun groaned as he rolled onto his side trying desperately not look exactly how he was up at the older man.
Onew placed the heel of his boot underneath Jonghyun’s chin before slowly tilting his foot down until the flat of the shoe rested against Jonghyun’s neck. He watched Jonghyun’s eyes go wide with worry as his hands instinctively shot up to protect himself.
“Don’t, touch me,” Onew hissed.
Jonghyun dropped his hands from between his neck and the boot and stared straight ahead at laces and where Onew’s ankle was underneath the leather, carefully watching each wrinkle as the angles changed ever so slightly.
Onew’s eyes scanned up and down the younger man’s body, how his muscles were tightened in anticipation, how his shoulders were rolled in, how tiny his waist was. How small he was in general. It was a treat to have such a delicate boy beneath him. Masculine as he was, fragile underneath the larger man.
His eyes caught on something, and he smirked.
He lifted his foot off Jonghyun’s neck in favor of crouching down next to his face, groin unavoidable in Jonghyun’s line of sight.
“Looks like someone’s a little excited.”
Jonghyun didn’t respond.
“You get turned on by fear?” Onew hummed. He stroked the side of Jonghyun’s face before smacking it suddenly.
“What about pain?”
The younger stayed silent, still, as his cheek colored, his eyes closing as he took deep breaths.
Onew slide his hands through the younger’s hair gently petting him until his breath leveled out.
“You want to take this as your punishment instead?”
His voice was soft, possibly… kind. Maybe it was just Jonghyun’s imagination, but this was still better than getting reported to the boss wasn’t it?
“Hey Onew, where the fuck have you been?”
“I’m breaking in the new kid,” he yelled back without his hand leaving Jonghyun.
He locked eyes with the younger before loudly spiting in his face. It hit with a disgusting splat, and Jonghyun twitched, a quiet whine escaping, but Onew’s expression never changed.
“Ew, what the fuck was that? I know you have to show them their place and all man but-“
“Come here, look, I think he likes it.”
Key appeared in the doorway, bag still slung across his chest, dirty shoes hanging over his shoulder.
“Try it, call him a slut,” Onew encouraged.
“Cunt,” Key’s voice dipped low as his chin tipped up, the sound effortlessly released from behind his teeth.
Jonghyun shuddered involuntarily.
Key’s voice sounded disgusted, but his lips broke in a grin as he leaned back against the doorframe crossing his arms.
“That’s sick.”
2min
Somewhere Only We Know
“I have this friend-“
“That’s fucking great Taemin. You have a ‘friend’ you barely know with a few new and exciting qualities. Attractive no doubt? Seems nice enough? I’m sure they are. Taemin, I don’t think you understand the gravity of you trying to leave here.”
Taemin’s face fell, first into disappointment and then into anger.
“I don’t think you understand the situation at all, Minho. I’m not about to try and leave here, I am. I’d like it to be in the smoothest way possible, but if it’s in a body bag so fucking be it. I can’t and I won’t stay.”
Minho scrubbed frustrated at his face.
“You really think it will be better?”
Taemin shifted.
“At this point I don’t even need something better, I just need something different.”