[ONKEY] Mangoes
Title: Mangoes
Author: fatdix
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Onkey
Genre: AU, Smut
Summary: His small, moist lips formed a slight pout, and how could Jinki say no to that?
A/N: Cop!Jinki and slut!Key. This fic actually has very little to do with Mangoes. Enjoy (even though this fic is an utter fail)! ^^
Mangoes
“This is bullshit,” muttered Key under his breath. He had not been speeding by any means (okay, maybe he’d been about ten miles per hour over the speed limit), and to be quite fair, he’d only had two drinks (okay, perhaps a few more than two) before hitting the road and felt perfectly sober. The officer that had pulled him over along a dark street was now standing by his car window, motioning for him to step out of his vehicle.
“License and registration,” the officer ordered. His eyes were hidden under dark sunglasses, and Key suppressed a laugh. There were no UV rays to block out at night. “Here, you go, Kanye,” Key giggled to himself, causing the officer to raise an eyebrow.
“What did you call me?”
“Kanye, because of your sunglasses,” Key explained, his voice shaking in silent chuckles. The officer removed his sunglasses and eyed Key carefully. His brow shone lightly with perspiration and his ears were a dark pink, suggesting that he was under the influence.
“I’d like you to come over here, uh, Key,” he read off Key’s license, calling him over to the pavement. He explained that Key was to stand on one foot and count to twenty as he stood beside him, arms half raised, ready to catch the intoxicated boy should he fall.
Key barely counted to seven before he’d tipped almost gracefully into the officer’s arms. His eyes fluttered as he looked up at the officer, causing the usually no nonsense cop to stop short on breathing. The boy was definitely drunk, but he was by far the sexiest drunk he’d ever seen.
“Say, you’re pretty hot for a cop, uh- what was your name again?”
“Jinki,” the officer managed, while still being heavily captivated by the boy in his arms. He briefly wondered how Key’s lips would feel against his, how his tongue might taste after all he’s had to drink, how his-
“You know, I’m getting kinda sleepy. Maybe you should take me home. I don’t think I can drive anymore, Jinki Hyung,” Key babbled, eyes slowly shutting. Jinki knew he was supposed to bring Key down to the station, but looking into Key’s tired eyes, he decided to give the boy a chance.
“Alright, but we’ll have to leave your car here. I’ll get it towed or something. There is no way I’m letting you drive back home,” Jinki asserted, trying to regain some of the professionalism he’d just thrown out the window, as well as trying to suppress the boner his imagination had given him in the short time he’d taken to fantasize about getting Key into bed.
Jinki half carried Key to his police car and opened the back door, but Key gripped his arm and shook his head.
“Let me sit in the front with you, Jinki Hyung,” he requested with wide eyes, fingers tugging lightly at Jinki’s sleeve. His small, moist lips formed a slight pout, and how could Jinki say no to that?
He helped Key into the front seat and buckled his seat belt for him before closing the door. As he started the engine, Jinki couldn’t help feel a little angry at himself for letting his own desires get in the way of his work.
“Jinki Hyung, take me to your home. I can’t remember where I live,” Key insisted, his voice pleading. Jinki felt his self restraint crumble in a pathetic attempt to maintain his front as a strict police officer, and he felt himself change into Jinki, the workaholic that really needed to get laid because he hadn’t gotten any in quite some time, and Key happened to be the perfect candidate to fulfill his manly urges.
“I really should just get you back home,” he said, despite himself. “Someone must be worried about you.”
Key leaned over and closed the gap between them. His breath was oddly sweet for someone who’d been drinking.
“No, Hyung, I really, really want to go to your place,” he said breathily, the heated caress of his words finding its way around Jinki’s neck. Jinki felt a stirring in his pants.
“I really shouldn’t,” Jinki fought with himself. Key put a warm palm on Jinki’s thigh and began to rub in slow, teasing circles, causing Jinki to gasp. He gripped the wheel. “Please,” Key pleaded again, his lips practically touching Jinki’s ear.
“Ah, fuck it,” Jinki thought as he drove off and proceeded to make his way back to his apartment. Key seemed to notice Jinki’s change of resolution, and decided to get Jinki a little more fired up by nibbling on his ear, causing him to let out a soft whimper.
“You’re so cute when I distract you,” Key mumbled, his hand moving from Jinki’s thigh to in between his legs, lightly working his growing erection. The car swerved momentarily as Jinki’s hand slipped from the wheel in alarm at Key’s blatant teasing.
“This is wrong. You’re drunk, Key,” Jinki said softly in a final attempt to salvage the situation. Key had already begun to undo Jinki’s shirt with his free hand, grinning at the whimpers and moans that escaped Jinki as he fondled him.
“You should honestly try breaking the rules now and then. Law abiding citizens don’t usually get me doing this to them,” Key suggested in a low, seductive purr as he slipped his hand into Jinki’s shirt and tweaked his nipple. Jinki missed a stop sign.
“Shit, Key,” Jinki growled. They’d finally reached the car park of Jinki’s apartment. He parked quickly and managed to wiggle out under Key’s roaming hands. Jinki opened the passenger door and undid Key’s seat belt, pretending to ignore the twitch in his crotch when he saw Key’s eyes glazed over with lust, lips moistened and ready to be kissed. He helped the boy out of the car and hooked his arm around his shoulders to support his weight. Key wasn’t that drunk, but Jinki didn’t want him to pass out trying to walk alone. Not when he’d just been teased beyond reason.
The elevator seemed to take a lot longer than it normally did. Jinki grabbed hold of Key’s shoulder and steadied him while Key smiled at him and put his arm around Jinki’s waist.
“You’re really cute,” Key repeated, head leaning on Jinki’s shoulder. Jinki caught a whiff of his hair, which smelt of Mangoes. The fact that Key managed to smell this good after probably having been drinking for what must have been hours was amazing.
“Why do you smell so fucking good,” he wondered aloud, burying his nose in Key’s hair and taking a deep breath. Key giggled at the compliment.
They both got into the elevator hurriedly as it came to a stop in front of them, and Jinki jabbed at the number nineteen multiple times, as if hitting the button repeatedly would make the elevator work faster. Key laughed into Jinki’s shoulder. His actions were very endearing.
“I think I like you already,” Key said as he placed himself on top of Jinki’s body, instead of beside him. Jinki gulped at the close proximity.
“And,” he rasped, his expression suddenly ravenous, “I really want to know what you taste like.”
Key pressed his lips against Jinki’s, his tongue running out to lick Jinki’s bottom lip. Jinki’s hands automatically moved up to cup the sides of Key’s face as he fell in to the kiss, massaging Key’s tongue with his own. Key could feel his drunken stupor melting away, promptly being replaced by intense amounts of passion. His own length had begun to stir as his thigh rubbed against Jinki’s now rock solid cock.
Jinki broke away from the kiss when they reached the nineteenth floor, hands not leaving Key’s hips. He practically dragged Key to his apartment and fumbled with the keys, anxious to get inside. He bit back a groan when Key brushed his hand over his throbbing length.
“You’re going to pay for all your teasing,” he warned, voice thick with desire.
Once the door was open, Jinki immediately scooped up Key and brought him straight to the bedroom, throwing him down on the bed. He crawled over Key and pinned him down, a smirk forming on his face. Key contemplated Jinki’s savage demeanor and decided he should have taken to uniformed men long ago.
“Oh, hyung,” Key whimpered as Jinki bit down on his neck and put his hands under Key’s shirt to remove it. Jinki pulled it off restlessly and instantaneously proceeded to undo Key’s pants. He didn’t quite bother to remove them totally, impatiently beginning to stroke his growing hard on while Key tried to kick his pants off. A loud moan spilled from Key’s throat at the sudden contact.
“Fuck yes, hyung.”
Jinki said nothing in response. Instead, he grappled with something metal on his belt. Key soon found himself handcuffed to the bedpost. Jinki smirked again and continued to stroke Key, leaving the boy groaning and whimpering under his touch.
Jinki paused for a moment and reached across the bed to open a drawer and take out a bottle of lube. He spread some liberally on his fingers and placed them at Key’s entrance, causing him to blush.
“Don’t struggle or your wrist will hurt,” he said as he pushed two fingers into Key, letting the warmth flood his senses. He watched hungrily as Key’s brow furrowed at the slight discomfort, his free hand struggling to remove his own pants.
“Ah, fuck hyung,” Key exclaimed when Jinki’s fingers found his sweet spot and Jinki couldn’t help but grin. Again and again, Jinki hit Key’s swollen bundle of nerves, receiving a stifled cry each time in return. He poured some more lube over his own neglected erection and stroked himself, grinding into his own hand at the much needed attention.
“Fuck me, hyung,” Key pleaded as he watched Jinki throw his head back in pleasure, “fuck me hard.”
Jinki positioned himself at Key’s entrance and slowly moved in. He immediately groaned as he felt Key tightening around his throbbing cock. Key let out a soft scream of ecstasy.
Jinki began to move in a slow but steady rhythm, enjoying the loud moans coming from the boy beneath him. He grabbed Key’s hips and began to move faster, harder, loud slapping of skin on skin beginning to sound out.
“This is what you get for fooling around with a cop, Key,” he growled during a particularly harsh thrust, causing Key to scream. Jinki’s back started to arch as he neared his climax. He reached down and grabbed Key’s hair, stealing a kiss which Key gladly returned. He gasped into Key’s mouth as he felt his stomach tighten, his orgasm only seconds away.
Jinki thrusted harder than ever, hitting Key’s spot repeatedly. With a cry of Key’s name, he spilled his seed deep within Key. His hand flew to Key’s cock and pumped him clumsily until he too came all over Jinki’s chest, teeth sunken into Jinki’s shoulder.
Both boys collapsed into each other, their bodies slick with sweat.
“Jinki hyung,” Key said after a few minutes of cuddling, “do you think you could unhandcuff me?”
“Not until you tell me how you get your hair to smell like mangoes. And besides,” he said with a smirk, “who said I was done?”
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Author: fatdix
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Onkey
Genre: AU, Smut
Summary: His small, moist lips formed a slight pout, and how could Jinki say no to that?
A/N: Cop!Jinki and slut!Key. This fic actually has very little to do with Mangoes. Enjoy (even though this fic is an utter fail)! ^^
Mangoes
“This is bullshit,” muttered Key under his breath. He had not been speeding by any means (okay, maybe he’d been about ten miles per hour over the speed limit), and to be quite fair, he’d only had two drinks (okay, perhaps a few more than two) before hitting the road and felt perfectly sober. The officer that had pulled him over along a dark street was now standing by his car window, motioning for him to step out of his vehicle.
“License and registration,” the officer ordered. His eyes were hidden under dark sunglasses, and Key suppressed a laugh. There were no UV rays to block out at night. “Here, you go, Kanye,” Key giggled to himself, causing the officer to raise an eyebrow.
“What did you call me?”
“Kanye, because of your sunglasses,” Key explained, his voice shaking in silent chuckles. The officer removed his sunglasses and eyed Key carefully. His brow shone lightly with perspiration and his ears were a dark pink, suggesting that he was under the influence.
“I’d like you to come over here, uh, Key,” he read off Key’s license, calling him over to the pavement. He explained that Key was to stand on one foot and count to twenty as he stood beside him, arms half raised, ready to catch the intoxicated boy should he fall.
Key barely counted to seven before he’d tipped almost gracefully into the officer’s arms. His eyes fluttered as he looked up at the officer, causing the usually no nonsense cop to stop short on breathing. The boy was definitely drunk, but he was by far the sexiest drunk he’d ever seen.
“Say, you’re pretty hot for a cop, uh- what was your name again?”
“Jinki,” the officer managed, while still being heavily captivated by the boy in his arms. He briefly wondered how Key’s lips would feel against his, how his tongue might taste after all he’s had to drink, how his-
“You know, I’m getting kinda sleepy. Maybe you should take me home. I don’t think I can drive anymore, Jinki Hyung,” Key babbled, eyes slowly shutting. Jinki knew he was supposed to bring Key down to the station, but looking into Key’s tired eyes, he decided to give the boy a chance.
“Alright, but we’ll have to leave your car here. I’ll get it towed or something. There is no way I’m letting you drive back home,” Jinki asserted, trying to regain some of the professionalism he’d just thrown out the window, as well as trying to suppress the boner his imagination had given him in the short time he’d taken to fantasize about getting Key into bed.
Jinki half carried Key to his police car and opened the back door, but Key gripped his arm and shook his head.
“Let me sit in the front with you, Jinki Hyung,” he requested with wide eyes, fingers tugging lightly at Jinki’s sleeve. His small, moist lips formed a slight pout, and how could Jinki say no to that?
He helped Key into the front seat and buckled his seat belt for him before closing the door. As he started the engine, Jinki couldn’t help feel a little angry at himself for letting his own desires get in the way of his work.
“Jinki Hyung, take me to your home. I can’t remember where I live,” Key insisted, his voice pleading. Jinki felt his self restraint crumble in a pathetic attempt to maintain his front as a strict police officer, and he felt himself change into Jinki, the workaholic that really needed to get laid because he hadn’t gotten any in quite some time, and Key happened to be the perfect candidate to fulfill his manly urges.
“I really should just get you back home,” he said, despite himself. “Someone must be worried about you.”
Key leaned over and closed the gap between them. His breath was oddly sweet for someone who’d been drinking.
“No, Hyung, I really, really want to go to your place,” he said breathily, the heated caress of his words finding its way around Jinki’s neck. Jinki felt a stirring in his pants.
“I really shouldn’t,” Jinki fought with himself. Key put a warm palm on Jinki’s thigh and began to rub in slow, teasing circles, causing Jinki to gasp. He gripped the wheel. “Please,” Key pleaded again, his lips practically touching Jinki’s ear.
“Ah, fuck it,” Jinki thought as he drove off and proceeded to make his way back to his apartment. Key seemed to notice Jinki’s change of resolution, and decided to get Jinki a little more fired up by nibbling on his ear, causing him to let out a soft whimper.
“You’re so cute when I distract you,” Key mumbled, his hand moving from Jinki’s thigh to in between his legs, lightly working his growing erection. The car swerved momentarily as Jinki’s hand slipped from the wheel in alarm at Key’s blatant teasing.
“This is wrong. You’re drunk, Key,” Jinki said softly in a final attempt to salvage the situation. Key had already begun to undo Jinki’s shirt with his free hand, grinning at the whimpers and moans that escaped Jinki as he fondled him.
“You should honestly try breaking the rules now and then. Law abiding citizens don’t usually get me doing this to them,” Key suggested in a low, seductive purr as he slipped his hand into Jinki’s shirt and tweaked his nipple. Jinki missed a stop sign.
“Shit, Key,” Jinki growled. They’d finally reached the car park of Jinki’s apartment. He parked quickly and managed to wiggle out under Key’s roaming hands. Jinki opened the passenger door and undid Key’s seat belt, pretending to ignore the twitch in his crotch when he saw Key’s eyes glazed over with lust, lips moistened and ready to be kissed. He helped the boy out of the car and hooked his arm around his shoulders to support his weight. Key wasn’t that drunk, but Jinki didn’t want him to pass out trying to walk alone. Not when he’d just been teased beyond reason.
The elevator seemed to take a lot longer than it normally did. Jinki grabbed hold of Key’s shoulder and steadied him while Key smiled at him and put his arm around Jinki’s waist.
“You’re really cute,” Key repeated, head leaning on Jinki’s shoulder. Jinki caught a whiff of his hair, which smelt of Mangoes. The fact that Key managed to smell this good after probably having been drinking for what must have been hours was amazing.
“Why do you smell so fucking good,” he wondered aloud, burying his nose in Key’s hair and taking a deep breath. Key giggled at the compliment.
They both got into the elevator hurriedly as it came to a stop in front of them, and Jinki jabbed at the number nineteen multiple times, as if hitting the button repeatedly would make the elevator work faster. Key laughed into Jinki’s shoulder. His actions were very endearing.
“I think I like you already,” Key said as he placed himself on top of Jinki’s body, instead of beside him. Jinki gulped at the close proximity.
“And,” he rasped, his expression suddenly ravenous, “I really want to know what you taste like.”
Key pressed his lips against Jinki’s, his tongue running out to lick Jinki’s bottom lip. Jinki’s hands automatically moved up to cup the sides of Key’s face as he fell in to the kiss, massaging Key’s tongue with his own. Key could feel his drunken stupor melting away, promptly being replaced by intense amounts of passion. His own length had begun to stir as his thigh rubbed against Jinki’s now rock solid cock.
Jinki broke away from the kiss when they reached the nineteenth floor, hands not leaving Key’s hips. He practically dragged Key to his apartment and fumbled with the keys, anxious to get inside. He bit back a groan when Key brushed his hand over his throbbing length.
“You’re going to pay for all your teasing,” he warned, voice thick with desire.
Once the door was open, Jinki immediately scooped up Key and brought him straight to the bedroom, throwing him down on the bed. He crawled over Key and pinned him down, a smirk forming on his face. Key contemplated Jinki’s savage demeanor and decided he should have taken to uniformed men long ago.
“Oh, hyung,” Key whimpered as Jinki bit down on his neck and put his hands under Key’s shirt to remove it. Jinki pulled it off restlessly and instantaneously proceeded to undo Key’s pants. He didn’t quite bother to remove them totally, impatiently beginning to stroke his growing hard on while Key tried to kick his pants off. A loud moan spilled from Key’s throat at the sudden contact.
“Fuck yes, hyung.”
Jinki said nothing in response. Instead, he grappled with something metal on his belt. Key soon found himself handcuffed to the bedpost. Jinki smirked again and continued to stroke Key, leaving the boy groaning and whimpering under his touch.
Jinki paused for a moment and reached across the bed to open a drawer and take out a bottle of lube. He spread some liberally on his fingers and placed them at Key’s entrance, causing him to blush.
“Don’t struggle or your wrist will hurt,” he said as he pushed two fingers into Key, letting the warmth flood his senses. He watched hungrily as Key’s brow furrowed at the slight discomfort, his free hand struggling to remove his own pants.
“Ah, fuck hyung,” Key exclaimed when Jinki’s fingers found his sweet spot and Jinki couldn’t help but grin. Again and again, Jinki hit Key’s swollen bundle of nerves, receiving a stifled cry each time in return. He poured some more lube over his own neglected erection and stroked himself, grinding into his own hand at the much needed attention.
“Fuck me, hyung,” Key pleaded as he watched Jinki throw his head back in pleasure, “fuck me hard.”
Jinki positioned himself at Key’s entrance and slowly moved in. He immediately groaned as he felt Key tightening around his throbbing cock. Key let out a soft scream of ecstasy.
Jinki began to move in a slow but steady rhythm, enjoying the loud moans coming from the boy beneath him. He grabbed Key’s hips and began to move faster, harder, loud slapping of skin on skin beginning to sound out.
“This is what you get for fooling around with a cop, Key,” he growled during a particularly harsh thrust, causing Key to scream. Jinki’s back started to arch as he neared his climax. He reached down and grabbed Key’s hair, stealing a kiss which Key gladly returned. He gasped into Key’s mouth as he felt his stomach tighten, his orgasm only seconds away.
Jinki thrusted harder than ever, hitting Key’s spot repeatedly. With a cry of Key’s name, he spilled his seed deep within Key. His hand flew to Key’s cock and pumped him clumsily until he too came all over Jinki’s chest, teeth sunken into Jinki’s shoulder.
Both boys collapsed into each other, their bodies slick with sweat.
“Jinki hyung,” Key said after a few minutes of cuddling, “do you think you could unhandcuff me?”
“Not until you tell me how you get your hair to smell like mangoes. And besides,” he said with a smirk, “who said I was done?”
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