to the beat of my heart; drabbles. ♥
Title: beat of my heart; drabbles.
Pairing(s): ontae, jongho, jongyu, 2min, and tofuho.
Rating: PG-R
Warning(s): meh. IT RANGES. from unbearable, teeth rotting cuteness, to macabre to...what the fuck. :D
a/n: I shall be adding the other three once they're written! These are for you, Naomi. ♥ :3
[monster;]
Taemin believed in one thing and one thing only; love. He believed that when you loved a person, you gave them everything; your mind, your body, and most importantly, your heart. Taemin loved Jinki. The auburn haired boy had already given him his mind-constantly thought about the older boy. Gave Jinki his body-it hurt a bit the first time, but Taemin knew Jinki loved him, and the cotton candy sweet words that Jinki had whispered in his ear were true. Now the only thing left…
Taemin sat in the middle of the bed, razor already set to work- pressing deep, oh so deep passed the skin. Passed the muscle, and tissue and bone and straight to the prize. It didn’t hurt, because after all, Taemin was doing this for Jinki. And Taemin was careful while he wrapped his love nice and neat in a white, strawberry print ribbon. The boy felt a sense of accomplishment and pride rush through his veins when he looked up finally, catching Jinki’s approving gaze. With trembling, cherry red hands, Taemin held out his heart for Jinki to take. And take it Jinki did; bite by bite by bite. It didn’t take long for Taemin’s eyes to glass over, that smile Jinki loved so much to be etched permanently onto his face. Plenty of people had given Jinki their hearts before, but-Jinki decided- not one of those hearts tasted quite as good as Taemin’s.
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[paparazzi;]
Snap, snap! A sound Minho was normally used to hearing, but he figured he’d ask anyway. “Jonghyun-hyung, what are you doing?” Said blonde, Nikon still glued to his face chuckled, snapping another picture. “I’m your biggest fan, I’ll follow you until you love meeeeee.~” Jonghyun sang in reply, and the shutter went off again. Finally, he detached the camera at the sight of Minho’s frown. “What…?” he asked, the spring wind ruffling his hair. Minho took a few steps forward, reaching up and cupping the shorter boy’s cheek. “But I already love you,” he murmured before leaning down and capturing a surprised Jonghyun’s lips. For someone who never kissed a girl before, Minho sure knew how to kiss Jonghyun senseless-not suggesting Jonghyun was a girl or anything like that-and not care whether or not random bystanders in the park gawked. And while Jonghyun tried to make his way through the haze and a fight to get some oxygen into his lungs, Minho snatched the camera from the blonde’s limp hands quick to dance away from him. “What the…Minho!” Jonghyun glared and tried to take back the camera, but Minho was quicker, lifting it up in the air, and offering Jonghyun a triumphant smirk instead. Jonghyun pouted slightly and crossed his arms over his chest. “I hate you.”
Minho quickly kissed the tip of Jonghyun’s, nose before taking off down the path laughing and throwing, “I love you too, hyung!” over his shoulder. Jonghyun laughed and shook his head before running after the tall boy.
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[teeth;] NC-17
Jinki tugged at the silk ribbons tied around his wrists that wrapped around the bed posts securely. He whimpered slightly, knees rubbing together at Minho’s smoldering gaze, as it trailed along the contours of Jinki’s body. Down along the smooth expanse of the older man’s chest, to his abdomen, and rested for a moment on the cock that rested hard, large, and proud against his stomach. Minho’s eyes returned to Jinki’s half lidded ones, and a smirk slipped across his face. Jinki groaned softly. “P-please, Minho…”
Minho’s smirk widened as he trailed his hands up Jinki’s legs to his bent knees, snaking his hands at the seam to split them slowly apart. “Mmm, what is it that you want, hyung?” He leaned down to press a kiss to the inside of Jinki’s trembling thigh, lightly sucking on the milky skin, causing a wanton moan to rip from Jinki’s chest as he arched up. “Fuck, M-Minho, ahh. Show me your teeth…” Minho’s tongue licked its way closer to the base of Jinki’s weeping member. “As you wish, baby…” The younger parted his lips-razor sharp canines sinking down into the flesh of Jinki’s hipbone. “Ohmyfuckinggod-” Jinki’s head fell back, and he tried to catch his breath, but fuck if he didn’t come right then and there. Minho pulled back, becoming even harder at the sight of the beads of blood welling from the puncture wounds, and licked his lips, shifting his body up and between Jinki’s legs. He slipped a hand behind the older man’s neck bringing him forward for a kiss, which abused and left Jinki’s lips bruised. “Nngh, M-Minho, just fuck me, p-please!” And he thrust his hips up and against Minho’s to make a point. Minho growled softly as he kept their gazes locked, positioned himself and without preparation, shoved himself deep within him. “Ahhh, you’re so tight, hyung.” Minho breathed into Jinki’s ear as he moved. Jinki loved when Minho was like this-so different than the quiet, thoughtful boy he was use to seeing. Loved these moments when he would pound into him, a connection deeper than anything he’s ever felt, and he could honestly say that Minho saved him. Human or not, Minho had guided him into a new world. Loved him like no one else could.
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[beat of my heart;]
Taemin and Minho had been best friends practically their whole life. It was a story book meeting- Taemin was getting bullied on the playground by a couple of “bigger kids” and Minho had just happened to be lounging under a tree a few feet away. Now normally, Minho wasn’t into the whole, hero of the playground gig. But when his eyes found Taemin’s eyes, wide and scared, something in his chest clicked, and he had to help him. Needless to say it was the start of a beautiful friendship, and possibly, a path to something more. “Taemin, just wait a damn minute! Let me explain-” Minho’s fingers curled around Taemin’s wrist but the auburn haired boy jerked out of his grip, whirling around to meet Minho’s eyes with dangerous heat. “Explain what, Minho? Explain to me how I’ve been wasting the last eleven years of my life loving you? And when I finally tell you, five seconds later I find Yoona all over you! You’re a fucking asshole, Minho!” Thunder cracked, and lightening shot across the darkened sky illuminating their surroundings. They were back at the place they had first met. “Taemin, it’s not like that! I didn’t kiss her, she kissed me-”
Taemin slapped Minho then, the sound merging with the thunder. Minho’s eyes widened, and his cheek stung, and the rain matted his hair to his forehead. Turning straight he took in Taemin; the boy’s hands were curled into fists at his sides, and Minho could tell he was crying despite the lack of sound and despite the rain mingling with those tears. Minho had to make Taemin see… The taller boy lurched forward, pulling Taemin into him, and embracing him tightly. “You idiot,” he murmured into the boys ear. “I fucking love you more than anything. I always have, Taemin.” Taemin leaned back, lifting his eyes to Minho’s, bottom lip quivering. “M-Minho-” But Minho reached up and cupped Taemin’s cheeks, pressing his lips to the younger boys. Taemin gripped Minho’s shirt tightly, pressing closer, and drinking him in. The thunder around them seemed to lessen, but the rain still fell- pittering and pattering on the playground equipment, at almost the same rhythm as their hearts.
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[chemicals react;]
Jonghyun never believed in love. He believed you only found something like “true love” in fairytales with princesses and villains, and that that's exactly where It needed to stay there. And yet, when Lee Jinki quite literally ran into him, he never expected to fall as hard as he did. Honestly, he never expected to fall at all. The brunette was beyond awkward that was for sure. “Ah, I’m so sorry! May I buy you another cup of coffee?” Jonghyun had pushed the older man’s napkin filled hands away from his stained shirt, scowling. “No, it’s cool I-” “I insist, really!” Somehow-Jonghyun still doesn’t know why- the blonde had ended up having coffee that day with Jinki. Much to his surprise they had clicked despite how different their personalities were, and the next thing he knew, Jonghyun was the one asking the brunette out to coffee. “Well, well, it looks like a princess has caught Prince Jonghyun’s eye at last!” Jonghyun’s best friend Kibum had cooed later that night over the phone, cackling at the death threats that were thrown back at him in response. But that’s enough flashbacks, let’s get back to the present. And that currently was Jinki and Jonghyun sitting out on the balcony of Jonghyun’s apartment, curled all nice and cozy in their comforter staring up into the clear night sky. “You know something, Jjongy? I figure we’re kind of like The Princess and The Frog, sometimes.” Jinki murmured, tearing his eyes away from the stars to gaze at the blonde. Jonghyun’s eyes trailed to Jinki’s, tilting his head questioningly. Jinki moved to kiss Jonghyun but the way he shifted, he ended up head butting the blonde in the nose. “Owww! Tch-Jinki!” Jonghyun jerking back, hands covering his nose, as he whined. “Oh god, I’m sorry, Jonghyun! Let me see-” the brunette’s eyebrows furrowed worriedly as he leaned in closer to inspect the damage. “Got’cha, hyung.” Jonghyun pulled his hands away from his face, revealing a cheesy grin. Jinki’s eyes widened and he punched a chuckling Jonghyun in the arm. “You! Why would you-” But Jonghyun swallowed Jinki’s question with the soft pressure of his lips, slipping a hand to the back of Jinki’s neck. After a moment they pulled away from each other, letting their foreheads rest against one another’s. With a grin Jonghyun replied, “I’m not a frog anymore-now I’m a prince.”
Pairing(s): ontae, jongho, jongyu, 2min, and tofuho.
Rating: PG-R
Warning(s): meh. IT RANGES. from unbearable, teeth rotting cuteness, to macabre to...what the fuck. :D
a/n: I shall be adding the other three once they're written! These are for you, Naomi. ♥ :3
[monster;]
Taemin believed in one thing and one thing only; love. He believed that when you loved a person, you gave them everything; your mind, your body, and most importantly, your heart. Taemin loved Jinki. The auburn haired boy had already given him his mind-constantly thought about the older boy. Gave Jinki his body-it hurt a bit the first time, but Taemin knew Jinki loved him, and the cotton candy sweet words that Jinki had whispered in his ear were true. Now the only thing left…
Taemin sat in the middle of the bed, razor already set to work- pressing deep, oh so deep passed the skin. Passed the muscle, and tissue and bone and straight to the prize. It didn’t hurt, because after all, Taemin was doing this for Jinki. And Taemin was careful while he wrapped his love nice and neat in a white, strawberry print ribbon. The boy felt a sense of accomplishment and pride rush through his veins when he looked up finally, catching Jinki’s approving gaze. With trembling, cherry red hands, Taemin held out his heart for Jinki to take. And take it Jinki did; bite by bite by bite. It didn’t take long for Taemin’s eyes to glass over, that smile Jinki loved so much to be etched permanently onto his face. Plenty of people had given Jinki their hearts before, but-Jinki decided- not one of those hearts tasted quite as good as Taemin’s.
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[paparazzi;]
Snap, snap! A sound Minho was normally used to hearing, but he figured he’d ask anyway. “Jonghyun-hyung, what are you doing?” Said blonde, Nikon still glued to his face chuckled, snapping another picture. “I’m your biggest fan, I’ll follow you until you love meeeeee.~” Jonghyun sang in reply, and the shutter went off again. Finally, he detached the camera at the sight of Minho’s frown. “What…?” he asked, the spring wind ruffling his hair. Minho took a few steps forward, reaching up and cupping the shorter boy’s cheek. “But I already love you,” he murmured before leaning down and capturing a surprised Jonghyun’s lips. For someone who never kissed a girl before, Minho sure knew how to kiss Jonghyun senseless-not suggesting Jonghyun was a girl or anything like that-and not care whether or not random bystanders in the park gawked. And while Jonghyun tried to make his way through the haze and a fight to get some oxygen into his lungs, Minho snatched the camera from the blonde’s limp hands quick to dance away from him. “What the…Minho!” Jonghyun glared and tried to take back the camera, but Minho was quicker, lifting it up in the air, and offering Jonghyun a triumphant smirk instead. Jonghyun pouted slightly and crossed his arms over his chest. “I hate you.”
Minho quickly kissed the tip of Jonghyun’s, nose before taking off down the path laughing and throwing, “I love you too, hyung!” over his shoulder. Jonghyun laughed and shook his head before running after the tall boy.
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[teeth;] NC-17
Jinki tugged at the silk ribbons tied around his wrists that wrapped around the bed posts securely. He whimpered slightly, knees rubbing together at Minho’s smoldering gaze, as it trailed along the contours of Jinki’s body. Down along the smooth expanse of the older man’s chest, to his abdomen, and rested for a moment on the cock that rested hard, large, and proud against his stomach. Minho’s eyes returned to Jinki’s half lidded ones, and a smirk slipped across his face. Jinki groaned softly. “P-please, Minho…”
Minho’s smirk widened as he trailed his hands up Jinki’s legs to his bent knees, snaking his hands at the seam to split them slowly apart. “Mmm, what is it that you want, hyung?” He leaned down to press a kiss to the inside of Jinki’s trembling thigh, lightly sucking on the milky skin, causing a wanton moan to rip from Jinki’s chest as he arched up. “Fuck, M-Minho, ahh. Show me your teeth…” Minho’s tongue licked its way closer to the base of Jinki’s weeping member. “As you wish, baby…” The younger parted his lips-razor sharp canines sinking down into the flesh of Jinki’s hipbone. “Ohmyfuckinggod-” Jinki’s head fell back, and he tried to catch his breath, but fuck if he didn’t come right then and there. Minho pulled back, becoming even harder at the sight of the beads of blood welling from the puncture wounds, and licked his lips, shifting his body up and between Jinki’s legs. He slipped a hand behind the older man’s neck bringing him forward for a kiss, which abused and left Jinki’s lips bruised. “Nngh, M-Minho, just fuck me, p-please!” And he thrust his hips up and against Minho’s to make a point. Minho growled softly as he kept their gazes locked, positioned himself and without preparation, shoved himself deep within him. “Ahhh, you’re so tight, hyung.” Minho breathed into Jinki’s ear as he moved. Jinki loved when Minho was like this-so different than the quiet, thoughtful boy he was use to seeing. Loved these moments when he would pound into him, a connection deeper than anything he’s ever felt, and he could honestly say that Minho saved him. Human or not, Minho had guided him into a new world. Loved him like no one else could.
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[beat of my heart;]
Taemin and Minho had been best friends practically their whole life. It was a story book meeting- Taemin was getting bullied on the playground by a couple of “bigger kids” and Minho had just happened to be lounging under a tree a few feet away. Now normally, Minho wasn’t into the whole, hero of the playground gig. But when his eyes found Taemin’s eyes, wide and scared, something in his chest clicked, and he had to help him. Needless to say it was the start of a beautiful friendship, and possibly, a path to something more. “Taemin, just wait a damn minute! Let me explain-” Minho’s fingers curled around Taemin’s wrist but the auburn haired boy jerked out of his grip, whirling around to meet Minho’s eyes with dangerous heat. “Explain what, Minho? Explain to me how I’ve been wasting the last eleven years of my life loving you? And when I finally tell you, five seconds later I find Yoona all over you! You’re a fucking asshole, Minho!” Thunder cracked, and lightening shot across the darkened sky illuminating their surroundings. They were back at the place they had first met. “Taemin, it’s not like that! I didn’t kiss her, she kissed me-”
Taemin slapped Minho then, the sound merging with the thunder. Minho’s eyes widened, and his cheek stung, and the rain matted his hair to his forehead. Turning straight he took in Taemin; the boy’s hands were curled into fists at his sides, and Minho could tell he was crying despite the lack of sound and despite the rain mingling with those tears. Minho had to make Taemin see… The taller boy lurched forward, pulling Taemin into him, and embracing him tightly. “You idiot,” he murmured into the boys ear. “I fucking love you more than anything. I always have, Taemin.” Taemin leaned back, lifting his eyes to Minho’s, bottom lip quivering. “M-Minho-” But Minho reached up and cupped Taemin’s cheeks, pressing his lips to the younger boys. Taemin gripped Minho’s shirt tightly, pressing closer, and drinking him in. The thunder around them seemed to lessen, but the rain still fell- pittering and pattering on the playground equipment, at almost the same rhythm as their hearts.
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[chemicals react;]
Jonghyun never believed in love. He believed you only found something like “true love” in fairytales with princesses and villains, and that that's exactly where It needed to stay there. And yet, when Lee Jinki quite literally ran into him, he never expected to fall as hard as he did. Honestly, he never expected to fall at all. The brunette was beyond awkward that was for sure. “Ah, I’m so sorry! May I buy you another cup of coffee?” Jonghyun had pushed the older man’s napkin filled hands away from his stained shirt, scowling. “No, it’s cool I-” “I insist, really!” Somehow-Jonghyun still doesn’t know why- the blonde had ended up having coffee that day with Jinki. Much to his surprise they had clicked despite how different their personalities were, and the next thing he knew, Jonghyun was the one asking the brunette out to coffee. “Well, well, it looks like a princess has caught Prince Jonghyun’s eye at last!” Jonghyun’s best friend Kibum had cooed later that night over the phone, cackling at the death threats that were thrown back at him in response. But that’s enough flashbacks, let’s get back to the present. And that currently was Jinki and Jonghyun sitting out on the balcony of Jonghyun’s apartment, curled all nice and cozy in their comforter staring up into the clear night sky. “You know something, Jjongy? I figure we’re kind of like The Princess and The Frog, sometimes.” Jinki murmured, tearing his eyes away from the stars to gaze at the blonde. Jonghyun’s eyes trailed to Jinki’s, tilting his head questioningly. Jinki moved to kiss Jonghyun but the way he shifted, he ended up head butting the blonde in the nose. “Owww! Tch-Jinki!” Jonghyun jerking back, hands covering his nose, as he whined. “Oh god, I’m sorry, Jonghyun! Let me see-” the brunette’s eyebrows furrowed worriedly as he leaned in closer to inspect the damage. “Got’cha, hyung.” Jonghyun pulled his hands away from his face, revealing a cheesy grin. Jinki’s eyes widened and he punched a chuckling Jonghyun in the arm. “You! Why would you-” But Jonghyun swallowed Jinki’s question with the soft pressure of his lips, slipping a hand to the back of Jinki’s neck. After a moment they pulled away from each other, letting their foreheads rest against one another’s. With a grin Jonghyun replied, “I’m not a frog anymore-now I’m a prince.”