honesty
honesty
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Kibum’s fingers slide in between the dark strands, tightening their grip every time Jonghyun’s mouth slides back down over his cock. He’s getting desperate, Kibum can tell. It’s more than obvious in the way he moves, sucking him off with a kind of desperation that only comes with the rare times like this.
Jonghyun doesn’t like to get desperate. He doesn’t like it when the tables are turned on him and he’s said it and complained about it a million times but he loves it. Kibum can tell by the fire in his eyes, the way that they burn whenever those fingers tighten enough to pull his head back hard, and he watches the whine catch in his throat. Jonghyun is stubborn. He always has been, but Kibum knows just how to break him. He’s the only one who’s let in on that secret and Jonghyun doesn’t mind it even if he says otherwise.
Every time he gives into it, laying back and spreading his legs, pulling Kibum on top of him and gripping him tightly, moaning into his ear and clawing down his back as he fucks him. It’s something that Kibum used to dream about, something that doesn’t happen terribly often but whenever it does he makes sure to fuck Jonghyun as completely and thoroughly as he can, not caring if he screams so loudly that the rest of them can hear.
It isn’t a big deal, save for the way that Minho grins at Jonghyun (which promptly earns him a pillow to the face) and the fact that Jinki stumbles a little over breakfast. Everything gets back to normal just like it always does, and by the end of the week they’ve forgotten that it even happened in the first place. Almost.
Jonghyun starts complaining. At first they’re normal complaints, a small pain here or there or a bit of an upset stomach after eating something they both know he shouldn’t have. It doesn’t become a concern until it won’t go away, and Kibum finds himself waking up day after day to an empty spot in the bed next to him and Jonghyun in the bathroom, looking pale and uncomfortable and turning down yet another breakfast.
“We’re going to the doctor,” Key says stubbornly, dragging Jonghyun into the living room whenever he can’t stop sweating and the stomach cramps are getting worse. “This is ridiculous.”
Four hours later and Jonghyun is silent on the cab ride back to the dorm, because Kibum doesn’t know what to say. The rest are out at practice and he’s grateful for the opportunity for a day off, a day to slide into bed and try to forget. Arms wrap around his waist, touch his stomach (he isn’t sure if its an accident or not) and make him tense, but Kibum just presses closer.
“I’m sorry,” he presses into his neck with a kiss, and he doesn’t know if he’s apologizing for what was or what wasn’t. Jonghyun doesn’t either, and he closes his eyes and tries to ignore the dull soreness in his abdomen.
“It wasn’t meant to be.”
“What if it was?”
“It wasn’t.”
“Jonghyun.”
The pain in his voice is obvious, even though he wishes that it wasn’t. Kibum holds on tighter and hates how Jonghyun tenses even more, though he knows that he can’t help it. “It isn’t right,” Jonghyun says, but his voice sounds unfamiliar. “It isn’t natural.”
He tries to ignore the feeling of tears against his skin. “I love you,” Kibum says, and Jonghyun tries to fall asleep.
when i was thinking about this piece originally i wanted it to be longer, but this is what happened. i may end up revamping it at some point, but for now i like it like this. it's probably one of the most angst-y things i've written in a while. it came from my girlfriend, who challenged me to write good mpreg. it's a different look on things, that's for sure. i'm not sure if it qualifies as good but it's a start?
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Kibum’s fingers slide in between the dark strands, tightening their grip every time Jonghyun’s mouth slides back down over his cock. He’s getting desperate, Kibum can tell. It’s more than obvious in the way he moves, sucking him off with a kind of desperation that only comes with the rare times like this.
Jonghyun doesn’t like to get desperate. He doesn’t like it when the tables are turned on him and he’s said it and complained about it a million times but he loves it. Kibum can tell by the fire in his eyes, the way that they burn whenever those fingers tighten enough to pull his head back hard, and he watches the whine catch in his throat. Jonghyun is stubborn. He always has been, but Kibum knows just how to break him. He’s the only one who’s let in on that secret and Jonghyun doesn’t mind it even if he says otherwise.
Every time he gives into it, laying back and spreading his legs, pulling Kibum on top of him and gripping him tightly, moaning into his ear and clawing down his back as he fucks him. It’s something that Kibum used to dream about, something that doesn’t happen terribly often but whenever it does he makes sure to fuck Jonghyun as completely and thoroughly as he can, not caring if he screams so loudly that the rest of them can hear.
It isn’t a big deal, save for the way that Minho grins at Jonghyun (which promptly earns him a pillow to the face) and the fact that Jinki stumbles a little over breakfast. Everything gets back to normal just like it always does, and by the end of the week they’ve forgotten that it even happened in the first place. Almost.
Jonghyun starts complaining. At first they’re normal complaints, a small pain here or there or a bit of an upset stomach after eating something they both know he shouldn’t have. It doesn’t become a concern until it won’t go away, and Kibum finds himself waking up day after day to an empty spot in the bed next to him and Jonghyun in the bathroom, looking pale and uncomfortable and turning down yet another breakfast.
“We’re going to the doctor,” Key says stubbornly, dragging Jonghyun into the living room whenever he can’t stop sweating and the stomach cramps are getting worse. “This is ridiculous.”
Four hours later and Jonghyun is silent on the cab ride back to the dorm, because Kibum doesn’t know what to say. The rest are out at practice and he’s grateful for the opportunity for a day off, a day to slide into bed and try to forget. Arms wrap around his waist, touch his stomach (he isn’t sure if its an accident or not) and make him tense, but Kibum just presses closer.
“I’m sorry,” he presses into his neck with a kiss, and he doesn’t know if he’s apologizing for what was or what wasn’t. Jonghyun doesn’t either, and he closes his eyes and tries to ignore the dull soreness in his abdomen.
“It wasn’t meant to be.”
“What if it was?”
“It wasn’t.”
“Jonghyun.”
The pain in his voice is obvious, even though he wishes that it wasn’t. Kibum holds on tighter and hates how Jonghyun tenses even more, though he knows that he can’t help it. “It isn’t right,” Jonghyun says, but his voice sounds unfamiliar. “It isn’t natural.”
He tries to ignore the feeling of tears against his skin. “I love you,” Kibum says, and Jonghyun tries to fall asleep.
when i was thinking about this piece originally i wanted it to be longer, but this is what happened. i may end up revamping it at some point, but for now i like it like this. it's probably one of the most angst-y things i've written in a while. it came from my girlfriend, who challenged me to write good mpreg. it's a different look on things, that's for sure. i'm not sure if it qualifies as good but it's a start?