sentence fics batch 1

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various pairings
pg to r


a/n: these one-sentence fics were from the one-sentence meme i did at tumblr wherein someone would send me an incomplete sentence and i have to continue it. pairings and ratings are indicated before each sentence. also, i cheated in some sentences so they're mostly impossibly long sobs. please tolerate.

jongyu; pg "I love," Jonghyun started to say but Jinki looked up from their books with a gentle, innocent smile, glasses slightly askew and fringe falling everywhere over his eyes, and somehow, Jonghyun’s words were stuck in his throat--even though he had practiced confessing so many times last night—that he just finished his confession with, “…math…” wincing at the lie because he couldn’t even multiply properly; yet the admiring smile that resulted from his fib was so charming that Jonghyun thought that maybe suffering through endless math sessions (since Jinki was already reaching for their books) would be worth it. jongyu; pg Jinki afraid of ghosts in the dorm and Jonghyun decides to use the opportunity to cuddle, first causing quite a scare in the dorm about apparitions and mysterious sounds, then luring the unknowing leader to his room because “sleeping together is much better than being scared alone”, then pulling a cold and flustered Jinki under the covers, holding the leader tightly until his head rests at the crook of Jonghyun’s neck, all the while reassuring him that the other members are safe because the ghost is afraid of Kibum’s ungodly shrieks. jongyu; pg; camera hyung verse Jinki felt suddenly dizzy and fell. Jonghyun quickly caught Jinki’s arm before he completely fell to the floor, asking if Jinki was okay as he dragged the older boy towards the stairs to the second floor, and as Jinki leaned against Jonghyun, the singer muttered something about how they should’ve spent the night at home in bed instead of meeting in a crowded bar, not noticing the faint flash of light beside them as they made their way to the rooftop. jongyu; pg Jinki silently entered Jonghyun's room in the dark and sprayed the young man’s face and chest and arms with whipped cream, giggling; but before he could skip out of the room undetected, the door opened and Jinki was forced to hide under the bed as Taemin padded into the room and draped himself over Jonghyun, muttering something about keeping warm only to exclaim right after, “Hyung, what the fuck are you covered with?!” jongyu; pg The things that were on Jonghyun and Onew's mind, When they were reading Jongyu fanfics were not really about the plot or the sexual content (in which some were eerily spot on) but more about how they were described, especially with Onew muttering, “Do I really have such magnificent thighs?!” and “Do I really have that large of a—” before Jonghyun asked him to shut up because seriously, they were getting to a good part. jongyu; pg Jinki placed a sweet peck on Jonghyun's cheek making Jonghyun stir with a smile before grabbing the back of Jinki’s neck and pinning him against the covers, and when Jinki whined that he just wanted to give Jonghyun a good morning kiss, not morning kisses and strenuous exercise, Jonghyun just chuckled low in his throat and grinned as he declared, “Who gets satisfied with morning kisses these days? I need something stronger to wake me up.” jongyu; pg Jonghyun will always protect Jinki, if Jinki dares to run away, Jonghyun would understand that he’s probably just not used to their relationship yet and would always come after him to bring him back; Jinki might not understand it yet but they’re destined, you see, and they’re supposed to be together forever no matter what happens, and Jonghyun intends to keep Jinki by his side…literally…for as long as he lives. jongyu; pg Onew will be Jealous if his boyfriend Jonghyun played around with other guys and while he knows Jonghyun won’t ever do it for real, the fact that he keeps gyrating against Taemin’s ass or fake-kissing Kibum is really starting to irk Jinki, so he feels like there’s a need for revenge…something akin to shimmying towards Minho…perhaps? jongyu; r; bad touch verse Jinki screamed as he felt an ice-cold sensation running up his thighs and slowly entering him like a thin sliver of ice, belatedly remembering that before he went into the bedroom Jonghyun was peering into their freezer for some icicles, and as he gripped the edge of the bed, knees buckling as he slid to the floor because the sensation inside him won’t stop, Jinki muttered a curse for Jonghyun and his freakish skill. jongyu; pg "Did you really had to go there?" Jonghyun snapped but as Jinki shivered against the wall, he instantly regretted it and pulled their leader closer to him as he spoke once more in a gentler way, “Hyung, you don’t have to go there. You can come to me, okay? If you need it, you can use me.” onho; pg-13 Minho gasped as Jinki pressed a sore spot on his back and gently kneaded it with the pads of his thumbs, carefully tracing his trapezius and rhomboids and applying pressure as necessary, all the while murmuring, “Is this okay?” to Minho, who was actually paying more attention to the way Jinki’s weight shifts in an even rhythm near his coccyx and to the way Jinki’s thighs snugly trap his own. onho; pg As Jinki happily devoured half of Asia Minho watched him in half-amusement and half-exasperation, observing how their leader seemed to forget that that world tour cake which was a replica of a map of the world were all for them and not only for his consumption, yet Minho himself seemed to find it more interesting to watch his sunbae thoughtfully lick his icing-covered fingers instead of sampling the cake itself. onkey; r Kibum sighed and eased himself off the bed, wincing when he failed to gauge the weight he was putting on his bottom for he was aching badly and the only reason for that was still sleeping on the bed hoarding the blankets, and as Kibum painfully trudged towards the door he took one last look at their leader, scolding himself for always asking for it rough but regretting it the next day. onkey; pg "I don't want to hurt you," Jinki whispered, but he was so thirsty, so very thirsty that even though he knew Kibum was exhausted from their concert and activities, he couldn’t help but crawl towards the sprawled form on the bed and sink his teeth once more into that pale neck, reveling in the way Kibum arched off the bed in a strangled moan. onkey; pg Key cried in weak protest as Jinki lapped up the blood from his cut finger and looked up to him as if to tell him that wasting blood in such a mundane injury is not allowed and that all of his blood—every single drop of it—should only drip onto Jinki’s tongue; and Key could only mutter an apology as Jinki reluctantly let the saliva-coated finger slip with a plop from his lips. onkey; pg-13 Kibum's eyes widened as Jinki moved closer, a smirk playing on his lips as he pinned Kibum against the couch and leaned to whisper in the younger’s ear, “I really like your new hair,” as he tangled fingers through Kibum’s hair, “and I really like the color of your new lip gloss,” as he ran a thumb over Kibum’s lips, “and I really like the smell of your new perfume,” as he nuzzled Kibum’s neck and took a deep breath, “but I really hate your new clothes, so you can you dispose of them for me?” ontae; pg-13 Jinki held his breath as Taemin’s fingers slid down the lapels of his shirt and lazily undid the buttons while murmuring, “You shouldn’t let Kibum-hyung dress you, hyung. All his clothes are pretty easy to remove,” before easing the fabric off Jinki’s shoulders. minkey; pg-13 Lord Kibum cornered his squire Minho when the hay floor they’re standing on collapsed and caused them to tumble down the stacks, much to Lord Kibum’s annoyance because he was supposed to be teaching his sneaky squire a lesson on manners (aka not peeking when his master was bathing) and he had finally caught up to the young man; but instead he found himself lying under his squire’s body, his hair covered in hay, his doublet torn, his thighs uncomfortably trapped under a growing warmth inside Minho’s woolen breeches, and his breath slightly hitched as he stammered, “I…I need to pu-punish you, Minho,” yet with the way his squire gave him a slight smile it was like Lord Kibum was the one about to get his ass whipped. minkey; pg-13 Minho glanced down, a bought of nerves overcoming him as he tried to control himself from submitting completely—he was just after the money, not the blond who was smirking up to him complacently—to what his boss was doing to him, clenching his jaw and hissing Kibum’s name through his teeth. minkey; r Key let out as frustrated moan as he pushed against the test tube being slid into him, whining because it was cold and thin and short and not at all satisfying yet the sensation still made him shiver and hiss out loud, much to Minho’s amusement as he pushed the tube deeper while murmuring, “Don’t squeeze too hard, Kibum. The test tube might break,” smiling as Kibum drew out a groan in an effort to steel himself against the object invading his body. minkey; pg "Come on, it's just a kiss, what are you so afraid of?" Minho challenged but Kibum only shook his head and took a step back, for he knew that Minho had no idea what he was asking for—he didn’t know that if Kibum kissed him, he wouldn’t be able to think of anything else except being lovesick—but Minho was stubborn and Kibum could only sigh into the kiss and try to ignore the sinking feeling in his heart. taekey; pg-13 Taemin smiled sleazily at kibum and rested a knee between his hyung’s legs, catching Kibum off guard, before leaning down to whisper, “Hey, hyung, remember when you liked dressing me up and putting clothes on me when we were new?” and when Kibum swallowed and nodded, Taemin smiled and continued, “Well, I wanted to pay you back for all those times. Why don’t I start undressing you and removing your clothes from now on?” taekey; pg-13 "Why wont you just leave me alone?" Key pleaded softly but Taemin only smiled and rubbed a thumb over Key’s mouth (as if to will him to stop speaking) and made him stare at their reflections in the mirror, Key being trapped by Taemin against the sink as the younger murmured hotly in Key’s ear, “How can I leave you alone when you’re pushing back against me like that, hyung? You should practice what you preach first.” key-centric; r "Key quietly slipped into the bathroom and made sure that he was unnoticed by the shower’s humming occupant, leaning against the wall and holding on to his toothbrush in case he got caught touching himself through his clothes while watching one of his bathing co-member’s silhouette through the semi-transparent shower curtains. ot3; pg-13 Minho felt like his skin was on fire as Jonghyun traced it with a paintbrush, painting intricate patterns on his back and reveling at the way they form so fluidly, yet before they complete their shapes Kibum would lean down and lick a trail following the brush, erasing the patterns as Jonghyun drew them over and over, much to Minho’s torture and morbid ecstasy. ot3; pg The police pushed the three young men away and locked them up together in a cell, warning them that any attempt to escape would earn them a longer serving time, and as they left, Minho was left wondering if the bars are weak enough to bend or if the ground was soft enough to burrow through, Jonghyun was left worrying about their leader and if he managed to leave the fight unscathed (maybe Kibum was smart enough to save their asses?), and Taemin was bothering the other two to confirm if the myths about prison sex were true. ot3; pg-13 "T-Taemin, stop..." Key begged only to be silenced by the maknae's kiss. "That's right, Taemin, just the way I taught you." Jonghyun praised his star pupil as he leaned back into his seat to unbutton his shirt and watch Taemin slip a hand under the waistband of Key’s pants without breaking the kiss, all the while ignoring his friend’s glare that accused Jonghyun and Taemin of baiting him without knowing that he’d be their test subject for their little roleplay games. ot4; pg "Shoot me, i dare you" Jinki said as he tried to look brave despite his shaking knees and chattering teeth for the guns pointed at him could go off any minute; yet before he could spout off another threat, the man nearest to him (named Kibum, it seems?) sighed and put down his gun then motioned for another (named Minho?) to approach Jinki, and as Jinki found himself carried upside down over Minho’s shoulder he wondered why instead of killing him—the journalist responsible for revealing their crime ring—this gang, led by the notorious Kim Jonghyun, decided to kidnap him. ot5; r Jinki was not sure what was so wrong with watching his other members get it on with each other—like how Taemin literally crawled over Jonghyun in an attempt to reach Kibum’s mouth, or how Minho tugged Jonghyun’s thighs closer to push into him deeper as the older member was busy with his mouth on both Kibum and Taemin—but he was sure that it was something he wasn’t willing to share with anyone as it was a privilege only for him…as their leader.