Love Is Sick 3/?
Title: Love is Sick
Pairing: Jongkey
Rating: PG-13 - R (PG-15 this part)
Summary: Love has a sick way of fucking you over. If love is natural, love is
effortless, and love has no boundaries, then why is my love considered
wrong? If two people really love each other, they can’t help that. They
want to embrace it so badly and feel that love wrap its arms around
them. They want to share that love and not feel bad about it. Is that so
much to ask?
I guess I’ve always known that I’m in love with my brother. I don’t just love him - I love
him. And maybe I hold on a little too long when I hug him, and maybe
telling him that he’s beautiful in the mornings isn’t right, but I still love him. Love has no boundaries, right?
It sucks when the only person you’re capable of loving this way is the one person that you shouldn’t… Love is a sickness. Love is sick.
Warning: !AU INCEST FIC
(1.) (2.)
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“Nngh-ah, Kibum.”
He looks up at me with dark, heavy eyes and moans around my cock in his mouth. Oh God he looks good with his pretty lips stretched thin around it. He bats his eyelashes against me and sucks roughly, rolling my balls in the palm of his right hand. His left hand is occupied - curled around his own length, stroking and tugging at a leisurely pace. His eyes roll back and his tongue flattens against the underside of my cock, pressing there tightly and sliding along with the motion of his bobbing head. God, how can he be so good at this?
I want to touch him so bad. Anywhere, everywhere, all over his smooth body. That milky white skin is gleaming in the low light of the lamp on our bedside table. A thin sheen of light sweat is glistening against that milky white skin - begging for me to run my fingers over it, spread it around, massage it in.
My pants and his soft moans echo through the room. It turns me on so bad when he moans - to hear that means that he’s enjoying this as much as I am. It means he’s getting off just as I am. I can see his fist picking up pace around his pretty dick. I can tell he’s getting close. His moans are louder and his sucking has lost a bit of its rhythm.
“Jjong,” he moans, my cock slipping from his mouth. He bites down on a swollen bottom lip and squeezes his eyes shut. “Jjong?”
“Yeah, baby?” I answer breathlessly, my hand reaching down for my own dick. “What do you need from me?”
“Get up,” he says.
I move up onto my knees. “Now what, baby?”
“Get up,” he says again.
“I am up?”
“Jjong, get up!”
My eyes pop open. “What?” I say, looking around all disoriented.
Key laughs and shakes his head. “Finally you wake up,” he says. “I let you sleep in a little bit before school, but you should get up now if you want to get ready in time.”
I take a sleepy breath, tongue over my lips, run a hand through my hair, and shift my legs around a bit to discover that I’m hard as a fucking rock beneath the sheets. Fuck, does he know? I really hope I didn’t say his name out loud.
“Come on, get up,” he says.
Oh fuck, he thinks I’m going to school, still. Damn it. “I don’t want to,” I reply.
“Of course not, but you have to. Get up, take care of that,” he nods at my dick, “and get ready.”
My face heats up. He totally knows I have a boner. “Y-yeah,” I stutter, throwing my legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll b-be right back.”
I can’t make it to the bathroom fast enough. How fucking embarrassing. I mean, we’re both teenage guys, so it’s not unusual for one of us to wake up with a boner, but this is the first time Key has woken me up from a wet dream involving him. God, he’d probably be so grossed out if he knew.
I turn the shower on and toss my clothes into the laundry basket on the other side of the bathroom. The hot water feels good against my sticky skin. It rolls down in warm rivulets, over my neck, down my chest and stomach, sprinkling across my rock-hard erection. I moan quietly and reach down to grip myself. My dick jumps at the touch and I smile a little bit and lean against the wall. I play with myself for a moment before really getting into it and doing it how I like it - starting looser at the base and tightening my fist on the way up, thumbing over the head, occasionally pressing my thumb deep into the skin on an upwards stroke.
I’m already so riled up that it only takes a few minutes for me to finish, jerking my fist and letting the cum spill over my hand and spurt onto the wall. After that, I rinse off and actually take a shower and try to figure out how I’m going to tell Key that I dropped out of school. He’s going to be so pissed off and I don’t want to ruin his day.
He suddenly knocks on the bathroom door and says, “Jjong, here’s your uniform.” The door cracks open and Key’s hand shoves through the crack with my uniform and a pair of boxers for me to put on.
“Thanks, Key,” I say, taking the boxers and the uniform. When the door closes, I slide the boxers on and wipe away the steam on the mirror so that I can see my reflection. I look tired as fuck, but whatever. “Key?” I call out.
I hear his footsteps pat lightly across the floor towards the bathroom. “Yeah?” he asks.
“Um, I’m not going to school,” I say.
“Why? Are you feeling sick?” He immediately pushes the door open and gives me a worried look.
“No, I, uh…” I drop my eyes. “I dropped out.”
I see him staring at me blankly from the corner of my eye. “You what?” he asks.
I rub at my mouth a little bit. “I dropped out. I need to focus on work.”
“You dropped out?!” He screeches, smacking me on the head. “What the hell, Jjong?! You dropped out?!”
“Yah, don’t hit me!” I snap. “I dropped out so I can make us more money.”
Key pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs heavily. “You’re an idiot,” he states simply.
I roll my eyes and brush past him, dropping my uniform at his feet. That makes him more mad because he picks it up again and throws it at my back. “That’s the dumbest reason to drop out, Jjong! We don’t need more money! You need to graduate!”
“I need you to freaking calm down before I get a migraine,” I reply dryly.
“Maybe a migraine will set your brain straight!”
I force myself to stay calm. I really don’t want to yell at him, because he always looks so afraid when we fight, so I keep my mouth zipped shut and go to our dresser to grab some clothes. I’m going to go job hunting and see if I can pick up a third one if I can’t get longer shifts at the minimart or the coffee shop.
“Stop ignoring this!” Key yells. “Let’s go to the principal - she’ll definitely pretend like this never happened.”
“I’m not going to the principal, Kibum,” I say sternly.
He quiets instantly. I know that he really doesn’t like being called Kibum in that tone of voice - it frightens him, because no matter how hard he’ll try and say otherwise, he really hates it if I’m angry at him. “B-but I don’t want to go alone,” he whispers, eyes falling to the floor and teeth catching his bottom lip. “We’ve always gone together…”
I set my clothes down on the bed and slowly walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “I’ll still send you to school every morning, Key,” I tell him.
“Who am I going to eat lunch with?” he asks, sinking into my arms and wrapping his around my waist. He feels so small in my arms right now - I hate to see him broken down.
“Eat with Dongho or Amber,” I suggest.
He sniffles. Fuck, I made him cry. “I want to eat with you,” he says.
“I’ll come meet you at the café by the school on some days and we can eat together, okay?” I rub my fingers against the back of his shoulders. “I just had to do this for us. I told you I’d take care of us.”
He whines a little bit but reluctantly nods anyways. We hold each other in silence for a few moments before Key’s judging voice asks, “Is that what you’re wearing today?”
I laugh and let go of him to look at the clothes sitting on our bed. I don’t see anything wrong with them - it’s just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt - but I should have known Key would find something “better” for me to wear. He walks over to the dresser and pulls open the bottom drawer and the middle drawer. He knows exactly which drawer holds which pieces of clothing. I have no idea how he does that, but that’s why he’s the Almighty Key.
“These are my favorite on you,” my heart jumps and he sets a pair of acid wash skinny jeans on the bed, “and this t-shirt.”
I end up wearing the acid wash skinnies and a tight black band tee with a plain pair of black high tops. I never question Key’s choice of clothes for me. He cares more about that stuff than I do, so I play along without objections. Besides, he always looks so happy when I wear what he picks out for me.
We leave the apartment together and get on the bus that takes us to the school. Key pouts almost the entire way and then gives me one last sad look before getting off at the stop in front of the school. I watch out of the back of the bus to make sure Key gets inside safely and then I settle into my seat, cheeks puffing out, and mind working overtime to try and think of a place to apply at for work.
I feel bad that Key is so upset about me dropping out, but I didn’t have much of a choice. I’ve got to focus on saving up money if I want to get Key and I to Daegu and if I want to get Key into the fashion design college he wants to go to so badly. I’ve got to do it for me. I’ve got to do it for him. Most of all, I’ve got to do it for us.
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A/N: Yeah, part 3. And I'm sick as fuck right now T_T this part is also un-betaed so if you find mistakes, that's why, lol. I wasn't going to post this today but I did anyways. Okay, well tonight. Today, tonight, whatever lol idk what the f I'm talking about xD
~ not that anyone really cares (i'm just using this a/n to ramble aimlessly) but i'm getting really annoyed with my layout lol there are too many things i wish i understood about LJ that i don't, and layouts are one of them. sigh. i'm doomed to this forever lol. OTL
anyways, i hope you all enjoy this part. a little wish-it-was-real blowjob at the beginning there. bahaha oh dear. sooo... yep. lol that's all i've got. thanks for reading :]]
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Pairing: Jongkey
Rating: PG-13 - R (PG-15 this part)
Summary: Love has a sick way of fucking you over. If love is natural, love is
effortless, and love has no boundaries, then why is my love considered
wrong? If two people really love each other, they can’t help that. They
want to embrace it so badly and feel that love wrap its arms around
them. They want to share that love and not feel bad about it. Is that so
much to ask?
I guess I’ve always known that I’m in love with my brother. I don’t just love him - I love
him. And maybe I hold on a little too long when I hug him, and maybe
telling him that he’s beautiful in the mornings isn’t right, but I still love him. Love has no boundaries, right?
It sucks when the only person you’re capable of loving this way is the one person that you shouldn’t… Love is a sickness. Love is sick.
Warning: !AU INCEST FIC
(1.) (2.)
- - -
“Nngh-ah, Kibum.”
He looks up at me with dark, heavy eyes and moans around my cock in his mouth. Oh God he looks good with his pretty lips stretched thin around it. He bats his eyelashes against me and sucks roughly, rolling my balls in the palm of his right hand. His left hand is occupied - curled around his own length, stroking and tugging at a leisurely pace. His eyes roll back and his tongue flattens against the underside of my cock, pressing there tightly and sliding along with the motion of his bobbing head. God, how can he be so good at this?
I want to touch him so bad. Anywhere, everywhere, all over his smooth body. That milky white skin is gleaming in the low light of the lamp on our bedside table. A thin sheen of light sweat is glistening against that milky white skin - begging for me to run my fingers over it, spread it around, massage it in.
My pants and his soft moans echo through the room. It turns me on so bad when he moans - to hear that means that he’s enjoying this as much as I am. It means he’s getting off just as I am. I can see his fist picking up pace around his pretty dick. I can tell he’s getting close. His moans are louder and his sucking has lost a bit of its rhythm.
“Jjong,” he moans, my cock slipping from his mouth. He bites down on a swollen bottom lip and squeezes his eyes shut. “Jjong?”
“Yeah, baby?” I answer breathlessly, my hand reaching down for my own dick. “What do you need from me?”
“Get up,” he says.
I move up onto my knees. “Now what, baby?”
“Get up,” he says again.
“I am up?”
“Jjong, get up!”
My eyes pop open. “What?” I say, looking around all disoriented.
Key laughs and shakes his head. “Finally you wake up,” he says. “I let you sleep in a little bit before school, but you should get up now if you want to get ready in time.”
I take a sleepy breath, tongue over my lips, run a hand through my hair, and shift my legs around a bit to discover that I’m hard as a fucking rock beneath the sheets. Fuck, does he know? I really hope I didn’t say his name out loud.
“Come on, get up,” he says.
Oh fuck, he thinks I’m going to school, still. Damn it. “I don’t want to,” I reply.
“Of course not, but you have to. Get up, take care of that,” he nods at my dick, “and get ready.”
My face heats up. He totally knows I have a boner. “Y-yeah,” I stutter, throwing my legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll b-be right back.”
I can’t make it to the bathroom fast enough. How fucking embarrassing. I mean, we’re both teenage guys, so it’s not unusual for one of us to wake up with a boner, but this is the first time Key has woken me up from a wet dream involving him. God, he’d probably be so grossed out if he knew.
I turn the shower on and toss my clothes into the laundry basket on the other side of the bathroom. The hot water feels good against my sticky skin. It rolls down in warm rivulets, over my neck, down my chest and stomach, sprinkling across my rock-hard erection. I moan quietly and reach down to grip myself. My dick jumps at the touch and I smile a little bit and lean against the wall. I play with myself for a moment before really getting into it and doing it how I like it - starting looser at the base and tightening my fist on the way up, thumbing over the head, occasionally pressing my thumb deep into the skin on an upwards stroke.
I’m already so riled up that it only takes a few minutes for me to finish, jerking my fist and letting the cum spill over my hand and spurt onto the wall. After that, I rinse off and actually take a shower and try to figure out how I’m going to tell Key that I dropped out of school. He’s going to be so pissed off and I don’t want to ruin his day.
He suddenly knocks on the bathroom door and says, “Jjong, here’s your uniform.” The door cracks open and Key’s hand shoves through the crack with my uniform and a pair of boxers for me to put on.
“Thanks, Key,” I say, taking the boxers and the uniform. When the door closes, I slide the boxers on and wipe away the steam on the mirror so that I can see my reflection. I look tired as fuck, but whatever. “Key?” I call out.
I hear his footsteps pat lightly across the floor towards the bathroom. “Yeah?” he asks.
“Um, I’m not going to school,” I say.
“Why? Are you feeling sick?” He immediately pushes the door open and gives me a worried look.
“No, I, uh…” I drop my eyes. “I dropped out.”
I see him staring at me blankly from the corner of my eye. “You what?” he asks.
I rub at my mouth a little bit. “I dropped out. I need to focus on work.”
“You dropped out?!” He screeches, smacking me on the head. “What the hell, Jjong?! You dropped out?!”
“Yah, don’t hit me!” I snap. “I dropped out so I can make us more money.”
Key pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs heavily. “You’re an idiot,” he states simply.
I roll my eyes and brush past him, dropping my uniform at his feet. That makes him more mad because he picks it up again and throws it at my back. “That’s the dumbest reason to drop out, Jjong! We don’t need more money! You need to graduate!”
“I need you to freaking calm down before I get a migraine,” I reply dryly.
“Maybe a migraine will set your brain straight!”
I force myself to stay calm. I really don’t want to yell at him, because he always looks so afraid when we fight, so I keep my mouth zipped shut and go to our dresser to grab some clothes. I’m going to go job hunting and see if I can pick up a third one if I can’t get longer shifts at the minimart or the coffee shop.
“Stop ignoring this!” Key yells. “Let’s go to the principal - she’ll definitely pretend like this never happened.”
“I’m not going to the principal, Kibum,” I say sternly.
He quiets instantly. I know that he really doesn’t like being called Kibum in that tone of voice - it frightens him, because no matter how hard he’ll try and say otherwise, he really hates it if I’m angry at him. “B-but I don’t want to go alone,” he whispers, eyes falling to the floor and teeth catching his bottom lip. “We’ve always gone together…”
I set my clothes down on the bed and slowly walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “I’ll still send you to school every morning, Key,” I tell him.
“Who am I going to eat lunch with?” he asks, sinking into my arms and wrapping his around my waist. He feels so small in my arms right now - I hate to see him broken down.
“Eat with Dongho or Amber,” I suggest.
He sniffles. Fuck, I made him cry. “I want to eat with you,” he says.
“I’ll come meet you at the café by the school on some days and we can eat together, okay?” I rub my fingers against the back of his shoulders. “I just had to do this for us. I told you I’d take care of us.”
He whines a little bit but reluctantly nods anyways. We hold each other in silence for a few moments before Key’s judging voice asks, “Is that what you’re wearing today?”
I laugh and let go of him to look at the clothes sitting on our bed. I don’t see anything wrong with them - it’s just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt - but I should have known Key would find something “better” for me to wear. He walks over to the dresser and pulls open the bottom drawer and the middle drawer. He knows exactly which drawer holds which pieces of clothing. I have no idea how he does that, but that’s why he’s the Almighty Key.
“These are my favorite on you,” my heart jumps and he sets a pair of acid wash skinny jeans on the bed, “and this t-shirt.”
I end up wearing the acid wash skinnies and a tight black band tee with a plain pair of black high tops. I never question Key’s choice of clothes for me. He cares more about that stuff than I do, so I play along without objections. Besides, he always looks so happy when I wear what he picks out for me.
We leave the apartment together and get on the bus that takes us to the school. Key pouts almost the entire way and then gives me one last sad look before getting off at the stop in front of the school. I watch out of the back of the bus to make sure Key gets inside safely and then I settle into my seat, cheeks puffing out, and mind working overtime to try and think of a place to apply at for work.
I feel bad that Key is so upset about me dropping out, but I didn’t have much of a choice. I’ve got to focus on saving up money if I want to get Key and I to Daegu and if I want to get Key into the fashion design college he wants to go to so badly. I’ve got to do it for me. I’ve got to do it for him. Most of all, I’ve got to do it for us.
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A/N: Yeah, part 3. And I'm sick as fuck right now T_T this part is also un-betaed so if you find mistakes, that's why, lol. I wasn't going to post this today but I did anyways. Okay, well tonight. Today, tonight, whatever lol idk what the f I'm talking about xD
~ not that anyone really cares (i'm just using this a/n to ramble aimlessly) but i'm getting really annoyed with my layout lol there are too many things i wish i understood about LJ that i don't, and layouts are one of them. sigh. i'm doomed to this forever lol. OTL
anyways, i hope you all enjoy this part. a little wish-it-was-real blowjob at the beginning there. bahaha oh dear. sooo... yep. lol that's all i've got. thanks for reading :]]
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