for your entertainment - onkey
Title: for your entertainment
Author: carefiction
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: onkey
Warnings: pwp, daddy kinkWord Count: ~2.1k
Summary: Kibum gets what he wants, and right now, that's Jinki.
a/n~ this is from a tumblr prompt I got the other day but never got around to. An anon requested "mafia boss Key sees Jinki and wants to make him his." This prompt made me want to watch fan cams of "Bonnie and Clyde" and write smut so that's kinda what you got c: (hope you enjoy!)
Kibum loves the feeling of silk suits tailored to his measurements, hats perched on his head, rings around his fingers. He likes walking into a room with his Italian leather shoes and the people around him going dead silent, doors locking and drinks mixing. He loves the way they play only the music he likes and the way they still at the sight of his gun.
He loves the privilege that comes with being the don. The money, the booze, the ass. Men, women, whatever he feels like that day, he gets what he wants and no one can tell him otherwise.
He walks in tonight, raps his knuckles on the steel door and whispers the password Jonghyun sent along. It opens up to velvet curtains and the smell of smoke and vodka, and he knows he’s home. Firo’s is his favorite spot - not only for the checkerboard floor and cheap liquor. The whores here are the best.
Minho, like the good underboss he is, goes off to grab him something to drink. They’re here alone tonight, outside of the family’s reach for a night of fun. Kibum’s eyes scan the walls for whoever’s free, keeping a look out for familiar faces. A few tables over, he sees the kid with the long hair, the Ethel, the skinny one from a few weeks ago that he spent the whole weekend with but never learned the name of. He’s delectable but currently preoccupied, and Kibum doesn’t want him that much.
“See anyone you like?” Minho questions, settling in the chair at his right, sliding over a shot glass and placing a bottle of bourbon between them.
Kibum hums while he lets Minho pour his shot, inhales a nice, long drag of whatever’s floating in the air. The lights are hazy and he likes the way the women in hanging over the pool table look like they’re glowing. “Not yet,” he picks the crystal up between two fingers and tosses it back, enjoys the feeling of the liquor burning down his throat.
Minho’s fried a long time before Kibum is, starts tossing around bills and calling for girls left and right. Kibum’s learned that he’s the type to take his job seriously until he’s intoxicated, and then he’s all about tossing his title around to snatch up whoever and whatever. By the time Kibum’s buzzed, Minho is tables away dealing cards, calling shots. He’s approached by many of the working men and women, but none of them are doing it for him tonight. Still, there’s this insatiable burning in the pit of his stomach and it needs to be slaked.
That’s when he sees him.
The newest man emerges from the curtains and Kibum’s mouth immediately goes dry. His eyes are sultry and his skin looks so smooth and milky that he wants nothing more than to bite at every inch of his flesh. His hair is long but not as long as the other’s, wavy and golden brown. It frames soft cheeks in the best way possible, his smoky lids barely peeking out from under the fringe. His lips catch in the dim chandelier light and they look so moist and inviting that Kibum doesn’t even feel himself motioning for him to come over.
The man catches his gaze and, for a second, it’s as if he’s caught off guard. But then he slips back into his skin, into the half-open button-down with sleeves rolled up his forearms, into tight-fitting black slacks that Kibum wants to take off immediately. His eyes seem to glow as he makes his way over to the table where the lone don is drinking him in. “Hello?” His voice feels the way his bed sheets do.
“Hi there, bunny,” Kibum grins, eyes raking over his body. “I’m Key. Daddy, if you prefer.” He tops it off with a wink that tends to drive ‘em wild.
His face stays calm and composed, but his fingers are dancing in his pockets. “You’re a boss, no?” Is he nervous?
Kibum chuckles. “That I am. Don’t worry about titles, though. Why don’t you sit down? Or would you prefer to blow this joint? Because I wouldn’t… dispute.”
The man’s lashes flutter and Kibum thinks he’s absolutely gorgeous. And then a smile graces those lips, and he’s had. “I’m Jinki.”
The way he says it is suddenly confident, as if his earlier trepidation was only a ruse and Jinki knows very well that Kibum won’t be forgetting it any time soon.
Kibum wants him.
They stumble into a cab only minutes later, and Kibum’s sure he lost his hat back at the gin mill. The driver knows where to go though, which is good because Kibum would rather not be instructing anyone on how to get to his little hideout flat while he could have Jinki’s hands running through his blond hair, Jinki keening into his mouth. Yes, he’s quite lucky to have friends in low places.
He gets out without paying, grabs onto Jinki’s hands and they run up the stairs practically giddy on booze, smoke, stimulation. The annex Kibum has for these types of situations is simple and small, a bare room with a bed and whatever supplies he needs. “Cash or check?” He asks, pinning Jinki against the door, shrugging off his jacket.
“Cash,” he lets his hands wander, pulling the don’s shirttail untucked, raking his nails against the skin of his chest. It’s removed before the blond can blink.
Kibum fumbles with Jinki’s buttons, ends up ripping the last few right off. He works his leg between Jinki’s, grinding his crotch on the other man. Jinki’s own hard-on rubs firmly against his thigh, and it’s not long before they’re pushing and shoving, kicking out of their shoes, hurrying to the single queen-sized.
Jinki is flat on his back, panting, as Kibum works off his pants, pulling down the zipper and pulling his cock free. “Nothing underneath?” He questions, smirking. “You got all dolled up for me, didn’t you, baby?”
Kibum wraps his hand around Jinki’s thick cock, sliding his thumb along the slit. “Fuck,” the man bucks his hips upward, hands going to clutch at the sheets. “Oh god, Key-“
“Daddy,” he corrects, leaning down to kiss at the man’s warm neck, pumping his dick again.
“Fuck, Daddy,” he moans when Kibum pulls back with a sigh, pulling at the buckle of his own pants, shirking them off to join the rest of their clothes. His gun in its holster clatters on the hardwood, and the boss crawls atop the other man, straddling his waist as he nips at Jinki’s rosy lips.
The noises that Jinki is making are sinful, sensual, and they send all the blood to Kibum’s cock. His head is spinning. “So vocal, baby. You were so shy when I first called you over.”
“Would you be put off if I told you that it’s all just my image?” Jinki pants, drawing back. Kibum isn’t angry, though - if anything, he’s even more turned on. “Touch me, Daddy, please. I need you.”
The corners of Kibum’s lips quirk up and he moves back in to worship Jinki’s skin, trailing down from the prostitute’s jaw to his chest, tongue circling his nipples. “Do you want me inside of you, pet?” Kibum skims his teeth along the sensitive skin. “Do you want me to fuck your pretty ass?”
“Please,” he repeats, eyes screwed shut, and the blond feels like it’s his turn to indulge his partner.
“Suck,” Kibum commands, forcing three of his fingers past Jinki’s plush lips. The man looks debauched - Kibum’s fingers in his mouth, sweaty, hair spread out all around him. His legs are spread wide open for Kibum to settle between. When Kibum’s fingers are lubricated enough, he withdraws them and spits, too, spreading it around his fingers and teasing Jinki’s rim.
The man lets out a sharp exhale, makeup-smudged eyes not leaving Kibum, his chest, face, scars. “Fuck me,” he tells him, “fuck me, Daddy.”
Kibum slips one finger in, coating him with their spit, pumping in and out before moving to two. He can tell that Jinki loves it, too, in the way that pleasure is rippling across his face. “More,” he bucks his hips up against Kibum’s fingers, and the don can only indulge him.
When Jinki is stretched and begging for his cock, Kibum only adds to his frustration. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth, bunny,” he hums, stroking himself.
“K-Daddy, I need-“
“Shh,” Kibum croons. “Sit up for me and let me watch those gorgeous lips suck me off.”
He groans but complies, his own thick cock hard and deprived, leaking precum. Jinki’s plush hand takes a hold of Kibum’s dick, jacking it once before swirling his tongue around the head. He slides his hand into Jinki’s honey-toned hair and pushes him further down. Jinki’s tongue traces his shaft and it’s perfect, the way he does it. How he even managed to act like a timid newcomer is beyond Kibum. “Atta boy. Slick me up.”
Jinki moans around Kibum’s cock, fingers toying with his sack and the boss nearly loses it then and there, a shiver of pleasure wracking through his body. He’s not ready to cum just yet so he pulls on the man’s soft hair, guiding his mouth off of his dick with a pop. Kibum pushes him back into the mattress, soft sheets swelling from the sudden impact. “Are you ready for me, baby?” He’s sitting pretty, legs spread, hips angled upward, hole prepared for Kibum’s dick.
“So pretty,” he hums, hands gripping at Jinki’s waist as he guides himself to the man’s hole. He takes hold of his shaft and uses his head to tease Jinki’s rim, the saliva still glistening from where he was sucked off. He pushes in past the first ring of muscles there, and Jinki’s back arches. “Can you take it, bunny?”
Kibum inches into Jinki’s tight warmth, basking in the feeling of the friction, the heat. “Give it to me,” Jinki urges.
The don eases back out, teasing. He can feel the prostitute’s displeasure without even looking at his face. “Give what? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” he whines. “I want your cock, Daddy, please.”
“That’s right,” Kibum shoves back in, and Jinki once more claws at the sheets, bites down on his lower lip. He feels himself brush against the man’s prostate as he pulls back out and begins to thrust, too slow for his tastes. But he’s not a devious lover; he isn’t into pain, sadism. Jinki is soon thrusting back against him, though, which is Kibum’s cue to pick up the pace and drive deeper, harder. “You’re so good, holy hell.”
Jinki has no words now, his vocalizations only manifesting in whimpers and cries of pleasure. He’s a live wire. The man’s legs are wrapped around the blond whose hands are at his waist again, working on slamming Jinki’s body onto his cock. Kibum hears sirens from outside as well as his own grunts, mixing in with the creaking of the bed and the bumping of the headboard against the wall. Jinki moves to sloppily stroke himself.
Kibum feels Jinki’s orgasm before he gives any indication that it’s happening. His ass clenches around the don’s cock, eliciting a gasp. Jinki swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing as his cock twitches. “Daddy, fuck,” his voice wavers, and with a few more jerks of Jinki’s dick, his load is emptied onto Kibum’s stomach.
“I’m gonna…” the blond shudders as he cums inside the prostitute, milking out his high for all its worth. He slumps over, then, fatigue setting in, and he realizes that he’s probably strained the muscles in his thighs.
It was well worth it.
He pulls out and rolls onto his back beside Jinki, their chests heaving. The other man makes a move to cover himself up with the bed sheets, but Kibum steals them away to wipe the cum off his chest. “How was I?” He questions, half-grinning at the way Kibum looks positively sated.
“Ducky,” he comments, turning over to curl into Jinki’s back. His eyes are drooping and the buzz from the bourbon is quickly wearing away.
Jinki seems to stiffen. “I have to-“
“You have to stay here right now,” Kibum mutters sleepily. “’Cause I left my wallet with my Minho and he’s picking me up in the morning.”
“Oh.”
“And then there’s the fact that I could kill you in a heartbeat.” Jinki fails to relax but Kibum is too tired to laugh. “Now pipe down, bunny.”
Author: carefiction
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: onkey
Warnings: pwp, daddy kinkWord Count: ~2.1k
Summary: Kibum gets what he wants, and right now, that's Jinki.
a/n~ this is from a tumblr prompt I got the other day but never got around to. An anon requested "mafia boss Key sees Jinki and wants to make him his." This prompt made me want to watch fan cams of "Bonnie and Clyde" and write smut so that's kinda what you got c: (hope you enjoy!)
Kibum loves the feeling of silk suits tailored to his measurements, hats perched on his head, rings around his fingers. He likes walking into a room with his Italian leather shoes and the people around him going dead silent, doors locking and drinks mixing. He loves the way they play only the music he likes and the way they still at the sight of his gun.
He loves the privilege that comes with being the don. The money, the booze, the ass. Men, women, whatever he feels like that day, he gets what he wants and no one can tell him otherwise.
He walks in tonight, raps his knuckles on the steel door and whispers the password Jonghyun sent along. It opens up to velvet curtains and the smell of smoke and vodka, and he knows he’s home. Firo’s is his favorite spot - not only for the checkerboard floor and cheap liquor. The whores here are the best.
Minho, like the good underboss he is, goes off to grab him something to drink. They’re here alone tonight, outside of the family’s reach for a night of fun. Kibum’s eyes scan the walls for whoever’s free, keeping a look out for familiar faces. A few tables over, he sees the kid with the long hair, the Ethel, the skinny one from a few weeks ago that he spent the whole weekend with but never learned the name of. He’s delectable but currently preoccupied, and Kibum doesn’t want him that much.
“See anyone you like?” Minho questions, settling in the chair at his right, sliding over a shot glass and placing a bottle of bourbon between them.
Kibum hums while he lets Minho pour his shot, inhales a nice, long drag of whatever’s floating in the air. The lights are hazy and he likes the way the women in hanging over the pool table look like they’re glowing. “Not yet,” he picks the crystal up between two fingers and tosses it back, enjoys the feeling of the liquor burning down his throat.
Minho’s fried a long time before Kibum is, starts tossing around bills and calling for girls left and right. Kibum’s learned that he’s the type to take his job seriously until he’s intoxicated, and then he’s all about tossing his title around to snatch up whoever and whatever. By the time Kibum’s buzzed, Minho is tables away dealing cards, calling shots. He’s approached by many of the working men and women, but none of them are doing it for him tonight. Still, there’s this insatiable burning in the pit of his stomach and it needs to be slaked.
That’s when he sees him.
The newest man emerges from the curtains and Kibum’s mouth immediately goes dry. His eyes are sultry and his skin looks so smooth and milky that he wants nothing more than to bite at every inch of his flesh. His hair is long but not as long as the other’s, wavy and golden brown. It frames soft cheeks in the best way possible, his smoky lids barely peeking out from under the fringe. His lips catch in the dim chandelier light and they look so moist and inviting that Kibum doesn’t even feel himself motioning for him to come over.
The man catches his gaze and, for a second, it’s as if he’s caught off guard. But then he slips back into his skin, into the half-open button-down with sleeves rolled up his forearms, into tight-fitting black slacks that Kibum wants to take off immediately. His eyes seem to glow as he makes his way over to the table where the lone don is drinking him in. “Hello?” His voice feels the way his bed sheets do.
“Hi there, bunny,” Kibum grins, eyes raking over his body. “I’m Key. Daddy, if you prefer.” He tops it off with a wink that tends to drive ‘em wild.
His face stays calm and composed, but his fingers are dancing in his pockets. “You’re a boss, no?” Is he nervous?
Kibum chuckles. “That I am. Don’t worry about titles, though. Why don’t you sit down? Or would you prefer to blow this joint? Because I wouldn’t… dispute.”
The man’s lashes flutter and Kibum thinks he’s absolutely gorgeous. And then a smile graces those lips, and he’s had. “I’m Jinki.”
The way he says it is suddenly confident, as if his earlier trepidation was only a ruse and Jinki knows very well that Kibum won’t be forgetting it any time soon.
Kibum wants him.
They stumble into a cab only minutes later, and Kibum’s sure he lost his hat back at the gin mill. The driver knows where to go though, which is good because Kibum would rather not be instructing anyone on how to get to his little hideout flat while he could have Jinki’s hands running through his blond hair, Jinki keening into his mouth. Yes, he’s quite lucky to have friends in low places.
He gets out without paying, grabs onto Jinki’s hands and they run up the stairs practically giddy on booze, smoke, stimulation. The annex Kibum has for these types of situations is simple and small, a bare room with a bed and whatever supplies he needs. “Cash or check?” He asks, pinning Jinki against the door, shrugging off his jacket.
“Cash,” he lets his hands wander, pulling the don’s shirttail untucked, raking his nails against the skin of his chest. It’s removed before the blond can blink.
Kibum fumbles with Jinki’s buttons, ends up ripping the last few right off. He works his leg between Jinki’s, grinding his crotch on the other man. Jinki’s own hard-on rubs firmly against his thigh, and it’s not long before they’re pushing and shoving, kicking out of their shoes, hurrying to the single queen-sized.
Jinki is flat on his back, panting, as Kibum works off his pants, pulling down the zipper and pulling his cock free. “Nothing underneath?” He questions, smirking. “You got all dolled up for me, didn’t you, baby?”
Kibum wraps his hand around Jinki’s thick cock, sliding his thumb along the slit. “Fuck,” the man bucks his hips upward, hands going to clutch at the sheets. “Oh god, Key-“
“Daddy,” he corrects, leaning down to kiss at the man’s warm neck, pumping his dick again.
“Fuck, Daddy,” he moans when Kibum pulls back with a sigh, pulling at the buckle of his own pants, shirking them off to join the rest of their clothes. His gun in its holster clatters on the hardwood, and the boss crawls atop the other man, straddling his waist as he nips at Jinki’s rosy lips.
The noises that Jinki is making are sinful, sensual, and they send all the blood to Kibum’s cock. His head is spinning. “So vocal, baby. You were so shy when I first called you over.”
“Would you be put off if I told you that it’s all just my image?” Jinki pants, drawing back. Kibum isn’t angry, though - if anything, he’s even more turned on. “Touch me, Daddy, please. I need you.”
The corners of Kibum’s lips quirk up and he moves back in to worship Jinki’s skin, trailing down from the prostitute’s jaw to his chest, tongue circling his nipples. “Do you want me inside of you, pet?” Kibum skims his teeth along the sensitive skin. “Do you want me to fuck your pretty ass?”
“Please,” he repeats, eyes screwed shut, and the blond feels like it’s his turn to indulge his partner.
“Suck,” Kibum commands, forcing three of his fingers past Jinki’s plush lips. The man looks debauched - Kibum’s fingers in his mouth, sweaty, hair spread out all around him. His legs are spread wide open for Kibum to settle between. When Kibum’s fingers are lubricated enough, he withdraws them and spits, too, spreading it around his fingers and teasing Jinki’s rim.
The man lets out a sharp exhale, makeup-smudged eyes not leaving Kibum, his chest, face, scars. “Fuck me,” he tells him, “fuck me, Daddy.”
Kibum slips one finger in, coating him with their spit, pumping in and out before moving to two. He can tell that Jinki loves it, too, in the way that pleasure is rippling across his face. “More,” he bucks his hips up against Kibum’s fingers, and the don can only indulge him.
When Jinki is stretched and begging for his cock, Kibum only adds to his frustration. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth, bunny,” he hums, stroking himself.
“K-Daddy, I need-“
“Shh,” Kibum croons. “Sit up for me and let me watch those gorgeous lips suck me off.”
He groans but complies, his own thick cock hard and deprived, leaking precum. Jinki’s plush hand takes a hold of Kibum’s dick, jacking it once before swirling his tongue around the head. He slides his hand into Jinki’s honey-toned hair and pushes him further down. Jinki’s tongue traces his shaft and it’s perfect, the way he does it. How he even managed to act like a timid newcomer is beyond Kibum. “Atta boy. Slick me up.”
Jinki moans around Kibum’s cock, fingers toying with his sack and the boss nearly loses it then and there, a shiver of pleasure wracking through his body. He’s not ready to cum just yet so he pulls on the man’s soft hair, guiding his mouth off of his dick with a pop. Kibum pushes him back into the mattress, soft sheets swelling from the sudden impact. “Are you ready for me, baby?” He’s sitting pretty, legs spread, hips angled upward, hole prepared for Kibum’s dick.
“So pretty,” he hums, hands gripping at Jinki’s waist as he guides himself to the man’s hole. He takes hold of his shaft and uses his head to tease Jinki’s rim, the saliva still glistening from where he was sucked off. He pushes in past the first ring of muscles there, and Jinki’s back arches. “Can you take it, bunny?”
Kibum inches into Jinki’s tight warmth, basking in the feeling of the friction, the heat. “Give it to me,” Jinki urges.
The don eases back out, teasing. He can feel the prostitute’s displeasure without even looking at his face. “Give what? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” he whines. “I want your cock, Daddy, please.”
“That’s right,” Kibum shoves back in, and Jinki once more claws at the sheets, bites down on his lower lip. He feels himself brush against the man’s prostate as he pulls back out and begins to thrust, too slow for his tastes. But he’s not a devious lover; he isn’t into pain, sadism. Jinki is soon thrusting back against him, though, which is Kibum’s cue to pick up the pace and drive deeper, harder. “You’re so good, holy hell.”
Jinki has no words now, his vocalizations only manifesting in whimpers and cries of pleasure. He’s a live wire. The man’s legs are wrapped around the blond whose hands are at his waist again, working on slamming Jinki’s body onto his cock. Kibum hears sirens from outside as well as his own grunts, mixing in with the creaking of the bed and the bumping of the headboard against the wall. Jinki moves to sloppily stroke himself.
Kibum feels Jinki’s orgasm before he gives any indication that it’s happening. His ass clenches around the don’s cock, eliciting a gasp. Jinki swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing as his cock twitches. “Daddy, fuck,” his voice wavers, and with a few more jerks of Jinki’s dick, his load is emptied onto Kibum’s stomach.
“I’m gonna…” the blond shudders as he cums inside the prostitute, milking out his high for all its worth. He slumps over, then, fatigue setting in, and he realizes that he’s probably strained the muscles in his thighs.
It was well worth it.
He pulls out and rolls onto his back beside Jinki, their chests heaving. The other man makes a move to cover himself up with the bed sheets, but Kibum steals them away to wipe the cum off his chest. “How was I?” He questions, half-grinning at the way Kibum looks positively sated.
“Ducky,” he comments, turning over to curl into Jinki’s back. His eyes are drooping and the buzz from the bourbon is quickly wearing away.
Jinki seems to stiffen. “I have to-“
“You have to stay here right now,” Kibum mutters sleepily. “’Cause I left my wallet with my Minho and he’s picking me up in the morning.”
“Oh.”
“And then there’s the fact that I could kill you in a heartbeat.” Jinki fails to relax but Kibum is too tired to laugh. “Now pipe down, bunny.”