for my 18th birthday, my friends wrote me porn...
Title: Cheaters (One-shot)
Alternative Title: One Way - Oh!
Author: juuten
Genre: Romance
Warning(s): Seriously, other than the weird plot and cheap sex scenes, this is ultimate fail JongKey porn. This is not a cute story. You have been warned.
Rating: NC - 17 (my first and most probably last)
Pairing: JongKey, Taekey, Minkey (mentioned), Onkey (one-sided), 2MIN
Summary: There’s only one way you can fix a mistake.
A/N: So, this time the prompt was One Way - combined with SNSD’s song Oh! I’ve never written porn, so I have no idea if you guys’ll like it. My friends (yes, the friends I made the MARS prompt fic) will also be making their own with the same prompt but with a different song. But seriously, it’s fail, fail, fail.
DECEPTION
Kibum sighed through a moan, as a tongue slid into his mouth and a pair of lips roughly pressed against his. His body tensed at the feeling of the wet muscle brushing past his teeth and shivered at how it eased itself around the warm cavern of his mouth, coaxing him to return the kiss with equal fervor. He felt a hand run through his dark brown hair, while another crept into his pink shirt, palm trailing up his stomach.
“Taemin,” he breathed, when their reddened lips finally parted, bruised from kissing each other for such a long time. His own hands were tightly fastened against the other’s waist in an effort to keep him from falling off the small bed (which almost happened twice). Despite Taemin pushing him into this against his will, he wouldn’t anything bad happen to his dongsaeng no matter what. “Stop it already.”
The younger, clearly in no mood to listen, moved down to his hyung’s neck and dragged his tongue down along the pale flesh.
“Stop it…” His voice dropped, making his demand sound more like a weak request. The way his roommate had sucked on his collarbone and how Taemin’s fingers had started playing with a sensitive nub on his chest, making his breath hitch. “You…ugh…haven’t even changed…your clothes…”
The boy on top of him simply chuckled and went back up to kiss his hyung’s beautiful lips again.
“Classes tomorrow…homework…sleep…ten thirty…online…project…” were several words that managed to escape his lips as Taemin continued to ravage his mouth.
“Oh, hyung, shut up,” the younger ordered, after hesitantly pulling away. “You talk too much. Just enjoy this, alright?”
Kibum’s hands swiftly took hold of the other’s skinny wrists and switched their positions. He looked into his dongsaeng’s eyes, pinning his arms above his head.
He spoke, after his panting ceased and his breath evened out. “Why are you doing this, Taemin? Are you fucking crazy?”
He pouted and looked away, cheeks puffed against Kibum’s soft pillow.
“You have a boyfriend - Minho! He’s my best friend, and I can’t let you cheat on him with me!”
His roommate clicked his tongue and frowned in annoyance. “But Minho-hyung is so boring! All he does is train and hangout with the soccer team everyday. We barely even go out anymore. He doesn’t even try to call or text me.”
The moment Kibum sees Taemin’s lips quiver and his eyes swell with tears, he immediately regretted screaming at the younger boy.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he stated, loosening his grip on the latter’s wrists. “I didn’t mean to shout. Don’t cry, Taeminnie. I’m sorry.”
The younger took this chance to roll them back into their previous position. He sat low on Kibum’s waist and pressed his hands against his shoulders. “You’re so gullible, Key-hyung.”
He glared up at Taemin, disappointed with his deceitful behavior. “Why did you lie to me?”
“I didn’t lie, okay?” he huffed in response. “It’s true that we don’t spend time together anymore. I just pretended that I was affected by it.”
Kibum clenched his fists. “So you don’t care? You don’t love him anymore? That’s why you’re doing this to your hyung?”
“No, of course I still love Minho-hyung…more than anything.” His head lowered until his lips were against Kibum’s right ear. “But I love you too, Key-hyung…”
He knew that spoiling Taemin too much was going to bite him back one day, but he never thought that his mistake would reach this extent. The boy had always been so cute and innocent. It never occurred to Kibum that the younger might develop more than brotherly feelings for him. This was entirely his fault, not Taemin’s.
“Taeminnie, I’m sorry, but…we just can’t. You belong with Minho, and I belong with Jonghyun. I must have led you on by accide-”
A harsh kiss silenced him for a moment.
“Do you really think Jonghyun-hyung would still love you, if he found out what you did with Jinki-hyung three months ago?” Taemin whispered venomously, a smirk playing on his lips.
Kibum froze at his words and gulped down in fear. “How…how did you…?”
“Minho-hyung told me. He tells me everything. He even told me how you lost your virginity to him in his car, when you guys were still in high school. Hyung, seriously? That was pretty tacky.”
“He got me drunk on raspberry vodka, okay?!”
Taemin giggled at his hyung’s assertiveness and pushed himself to his knees, one on either side of Kibum. “Tell you what. I’ll make you a deal, hyung.”
He furrowed his brows but nodded slowly.
“No one else has to know about what you did with Jinki-hyung. Minho-hyung hasn’t told anyone other than me. So technically, your secret’s still perfectly safe. Just do everything I say, and Jonghyun-hyung won’t know a thing. Isn’t it such a nice offer, hyung?”
Kibum felt tears prick his eyes. “Please…just promise me you won’t tell him.”
“Don’t worry, hyung. I promise,” he said in such a sweet, childish tone.
He released a defeated sigh. “Okay, then…”
Another throaty moan escaped him as a hand aggressively palmed the front of his pants.
LIES
The older male felt something press against his nape as he stood in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth. He turned around to find Taemin, a thick blanket over his naked form, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
Kibum rinsed his mouth quickly, before ushering the younger back into bed. “You’re lucky you have free period until nine. Might as well just sleep a bit more until you’re fully rested, okay? I need to head to my class now.”
Taemin groggily wrapped his arms around his hyung’s neck and pulled him down into the bed with him. They tumbled into a messy heap of limbs and purple fabric. When Kibum tried to pull away, his dongsaeng started whining. “Hyung, stay…I want my good morning kiss…”
“Okay, okay,” he answered warmly, pushing his red bangs away, and kissed the younger’s forehead. “Happy now?”
The nineteen year old smiled softly. “Yeah…”
He noticed how the younger’s eyes narrowed at an object dangling between them. Taemin reached for it and twirled it in between his fingers. “I want this, hyung.”
The older held a breath, contemplating on his dongsaeng’s desire. What the boy was after had deep sentimental value to Kibum. It was his boyfriend’s first anniversary present for him - a silver key pendant. “I can’t…Jonghyunnie gave it to me…”
“But I want it, hyung.”
His last statement had been final - they both knew this. Kibum bit his lower lip in uncertainty and argued no further. He pulled his necklace over his head and fitted it onto Taemin’s neck.
“Take good care of it, okay, Taeminnie?” he said sadly, before grabbing his books and walking out of their dorm room.
Once the door had been closed shut, the younger felt his heart drop, and tears spilled out of his eyes in an instant.
“What’s wrong, yeobo?”
An arm snaked its way around his waist, pulling him into a much-needed hug. Kibum placed his head against Jonghyun’s shoulder.
“I-It’s nothing, Jjongie,” he lied, hands clenching in fear.
They had both just finished their last period, and it was a Friday, meaning neither of them had to study or finish their homework just yet.
“Want to talk about it tonight?” Jonghyun suggested, his chin on top of his lover’s head. “Whatever it is, you know I’ll listen.”
Kibum shut his eyes tightly and chose not to answer. His heart skipped a few beats, and his stomach churned nervously. They always did it in Jonghyun’s house every Friday. It was a silent tradition between the two of them, ever since they started dating. But after what he and Taemin had done last night, he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. He felt so guilty. How could he have done that to Jonghyun? How could he have betrayed him like that? How could he have lied to him all this time?
“Key?” He heard his worried boyfriend’s voice.
Jonghyun pressed a thumb against his reddened cheek and rubbed it gently. “Baby, please tell me what’s wrong…”
“I’m such a terrible person, Jjongie,” he whimpered, burying his face in both hands.
“Don’t say that, Kibummie. Whatever you did, I’m sure you’ll be forgiven.” He patted the younger boy’s back and kissed the top of his head. “I’ll always be here for you. Just please tell me what’s wrong.”
Kibum shook his head and wiped away his tears. “It’s nothing. Nothing at all.” He stood up, cutely bundled in at least three sweaters (since the cold weather really got to him, and he didn’t want Jonghyun to see how unattractive his teeth chattering was), and pulled his boy friend up from the bench they were sitting on.
“Can we go to your house now, Jjongie? I’m really, really cold.” He titled his head to the side, pouting like a spoiled child.
Jonghyun laughed and kissed him on the lips. “Then, I’ll be sure to warm you up as much as I can.”
He groaned as his boyfriend slipped down to his lap and engulfed him through his swollen lips, taking all of him in one go. Jonghyun now definitely knew that something was up with Kibum. The diva usually only gave him head, when he was desperately hiding something from him. It used to work, how the pleasure drowned out all of his coherent thoughts and made him temporarily forget about everything else that was happening, but not this time.
Trying his best to ignore his boy friend’s pleasurable sucking, Jonghyun suppressed a moan and took hold of Kibum’s chin and shoulder, pushing him away carefully.
Just as the younger’s mouth ascended along the length of his erection, a tongue licked and swirled around it, stubbornly releasing the tip with a wet ‘pop’.
Kibum looked up at his boyfriend with a confused expression. “You didn’t like it?”
Jonghyun steadied his breath and stared intently at the beautiful boy in front of him, mind still dizzy from the delicious pleasure he had just experienced. “It was…lovely…”
He rolled his eyes teasingly. “Lovely? Fine, then why did you make me stop?”
“Because…you haven’t told me…told me what’s bothering you…” Jonghyun managed to breath out sensibly.
The diva’s eyes widened. “You’re still thinking about that?”
All he could do was nod in reply, as Kibum started pumping his shaft with lube. “S-Stop dis…tracting m-me…ugh…ahh…”
He moved up towards Jonghyun and placed a full kiss on his lips, muffling his sharp hisses and unhindered moans.
His hands flew to capture Kibum’s busy hand as a last attempt to make him stop. His effort was futile as his grip loosened drastically, while his dick was being pumped faster, driving him to the edge. All sane thought processes had begun abandoning him soon after.
When it was hot and heavy enough to his liking, the younger pulled away from their frenzied kiss and gripped onto the headboard Jonghyun was leaning against. He positioned his entrance above the stiff cock, knees supporting his weight.
“Want to talk about it now, Jjongie?” he whispered, licking at the side of his neck.
The older male blinked twice, lust clouding in his darkened eyes. “W-What…? Who?”
He smiled playfully at the answer he had received and placed both of his boyfriend’s hands on his hips. Now in control, he slowly impaled himself on Jonghyun’s thick rod. Kibum winced, a strained moan escaping his throat, in both pleasure and pain.
The taller male wasted no time in moving himself up and down, gasping as his senses slowly saturated with pleasure and pure ecstasy.
Watching his boyfriend bounce away on his lap, sweet bliss plastered on his perfect face, almost made Jonghyun release himself right then and there. His jaw tightened, and his hands moved on their on accord, grasping two pale cheeks and squeezing them as hard as he could. Kibum squirmed under his touch and slapped one of his hands away.
“Yah! I’m trying to concentrate!”
Jonghyun chuckled darkly and licked his lips, deeply enjoying how nice it felt to shove himself in and out of his lover. Sweat inched down their bodies as they rocked against each other, tantalizing moans and surprised gasps joining the heightened pace of their hips.
It didn’t bother him, when Kibum painfully bit into his shoulder. Jonghyun knew that it meant he was close. It was his own unique way of hiding his vulnerability, because he believed that a man was most defenseless in this state of arousal. Jonghyun had lost count of the times he had been bitten. He didn’t care as long as Kibum was satisfied, as long as they both came.
Soon, gushing white fluid splattered against his abs, and he felt his own orgasm ripple into the flushed body on top of him. The room fell silent, both panting for breath and refusing to let the other go.
“You’re best, Jjongie…” he muttered tiredly, before falling asleep in Jonghyun’s arms.
He cherished every moment he made love to Key. Jonghyun just loved him too much…to the point where it had become unhealthy. His love for Kibum was undeniably a dangerous obsession, and he would do anything to make sure Kibum remained his forever.
CONFRONTATIONS
His whole world had shattered the moment Jonghyun walked in on him and Taemin making out on his pink bed. He had never felt so many different feelings all at the same time. He was sad, angry, ashamed, and guilty. Why was his boyfriend even here in the first place? He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to find out.
Taemin got up, re-buttoning his shirt, and locked himself in the bathroom, after glaring at Jonghyun for a good five seconds.
“So when were you going to tell me about it?”
Jonghyun’s tone had been icy and stern, making Kibum shrink back in fear.
“It’s not what you think, Jjongie. I didn’t mea-”
His hand clamped around the younger’s jaw, keeping him quiet. “Do you think I’m that stupid, Kibum? Did you really think I would never figure it out?”
Tears streamed down his face, and he shook his head meekly. “Jjongie, I love you so much…please forgive me…”
But the older didn’t answer, his eyes holding a blank expression. Instead, he brushed Kibum’s bangs away from his eyes and kissed his forehead.
“I’ll never forgive you for this, cheater…”
A hand covered his mouth, muffling his scream of horror. Jinki’s body fell lifeless after receiving so many stab wounds, blood pooling around him.
The train came to a halt, and Jonghyun casually stepped out onto the platform as if nothing had happened. No one else but the two of them had ridden the train that night. No one had witnessed the gruesome murder.
He smirked as he deleted several stolen shots of Kibum in his victim’s phone. The Pharmacy major barely stood a chance against him, but Jonghyun couldn’t blame him though. Jinki was just as obsessed with Kibum as he was. After every picture of his boyfriend had been erased, he snapped the phone in two and threw it in a near by recycling bin, along with his gloves and knife.
There was only one way to fix a mistake, and he just did it for Kibum. Because he knew that the innocent boy didn’t have the guts to. Jonghyun never had a problem with bloodshed. He had killed his own sister without much regret; so taking another well-hated person’s (or five others’) life away had been terribly easy.
He hated Jinki for what he and Kibum did three months ago. He had known all along, and it took every ounce of his self-control on to mangle the older boy’s neck, while they were at school. His jealous self had had enough, after Kibum cheated on him yet again, but with Taemin this time. He didn’t plan on killing Taemin though and acknowledged him as an equal. After all, it was him who told Jonghyun about what his boyfriend had done. He was smart and pretty useful, to be honest, so his life would be spared as long as he stopped saying how squishy it felt to be inside Kibum.
Many would say that Jonghyun was sick, but he begged to differ. His love was pure, genuine, and true. It ran much deeper than teenage love and lust. He was very expressive too, reflecting into an obsession. Only Jinki and Taemin would understand his way of loving. They all loved Kibum the same way.
He would do anything to be with him, to make Key love only him. Yes, even kill. But killing was an art to Jonghyun and not something of menace or to view upon as an ugly sin. He was an artist that not only expressed creativity through lyrics and poetry. He used it as another way of expressing his emotions. He killed to express his love. But he had to admit though. At times, he could be harsh, ruthless, and unforgiving, but he would always have a soft spot for Kibum, no matter what. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who got in between them, and they should be honored to become a part of his art. So Jonghyun looked forward to killing more of Kibum’s worthless suitors.
After all, this was only the beginning of their beautiful relationship.
THE END (?)
A/N: O_O I can’t believe I wrote that, but like I said, first and most probably last smut fic. So I still tried my best. The plot had first been innocent, but it slowly spiraled into this sick and twisted dark theme I’ve been writing a lot of lately. I didn’t bother rereading again, because I’m so sleepy already. Goodnight!
Alternative Title: One Way - Oh!
Author: juuten
Genre: Romance
Warning(s): Seriously, other than the weird plot and cheap sex scenes, this is ultimate fail JongKey porn. This is not a cute story. You have been warned.
Rating: NC - 17 (my first and most probably last)
Pairing: JongKey, Taekey, Minkey (mentioned), Onkey (one-sided), 2MIN
Summary: There’s only one way you can fix a mistake.
A/N: So, this time the prompt was One Way - combined with SNSD’s song Oh! I’ve never written porn, so I have no idea if you guys’ll like it. My friends (yes, the friends I made the MARS prompt fic) will also be making their own with the same prompt but with a different song. But seriously, it’s fail, fail, fail.
DECEPTION
Kibum sighed through a moan, as a tongue slid into his mouth and a pair of lips roughly pressed against his. His body tensed at the feeling of the wet muscle brushing past his teeth and shivered at how it eased itself around the warm cavern of his mouth, coaxing him to return the kiss with equal fervor. He felt a hand run through his dark brown hair, while another crept into his pink shirt, palm trailing up his stomach.
“Taemin,” he breathed, when their reddened lips finally parted, bruised from kissing each other for such a long time. His own hands were tightly fastened against the other’s waist in an effort to keep him from falling off the small bed (which almost happened twice). Despite Taemin pushing him into this against his will, he wouldn’t anything bad happen to his dongsaeng no matter what. “Stop it already.”
The younger, clearly in no mood to listen, moved down to his hyung’s neck and dragged his tongue down along the pale flesh.
“Stop it…” His voice dropped, making his demand sound more like a weak request. The way his roommate had sucked on his collarbone and how Taemin’s fingers had started playing with a sensitive nub on his chest, making his breath hitch. “You…ugh…haven’t even changed…your clothes…”
The boy on top of him simply chuckled and went back up to kiss his hyung’s beautiful lips again.
“Classes tomorrow…homework…sleep…ten thirty…online…project…” were several words that managed to escape his lips as Taemin continued to ravage his mouth.
“Oh, hyung, shut up,” the younger ordered, after hesitantly pulling away. “You talk too much. Just enjoy this, alright?”
Kibum’s hands swiftly took hold of the other’s skinny wrists and switched their positions. He looked into his dongsaeng’s eyes, pinning his arms above his head.
He spoke, after his panting ceased and his breath evened out. “Why are you doing this, Taemin? Are you fucking crazy?”
He pouted and looked away, cheeks puffed against Kibum’s soft pillow.
“You have a boyfriend - Minho! He’s my best friend, and I can’t let you cheat on him with me!”
His roommate clicked his tongue and frowned in annoyance. “But Minho-hyung is so boring! All he does is train and hangout with the soccer team everyday. We barely even go out anymore. He doesn’t even try to call or text me.”
The moment Kibum sees Taemin’s lips quiver and his eyes swell with tears, he immediately regretted screaming at the younger boy.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he stated, loosening his grip on the latter’s wrists. “I didn’t mean to shout. Don’t cry, Taeminnie. I’m sorry.”
The younger took this chance to roll them back into their previous position. He sat low on Kibum’s waist and pressed his hands against his shoulders. “You’re so gullible, Key-hyung.”
He glared up at Taemin, disappointed with his deceitful behavior. “Why did you lie to me?”
“I didn’t lie, okay?” he huffed in response. “It’s true that we don’t spend time together anymore. I just pretended that I was affected by it.”
Kibum clenched his fists. “So you don’t care? You don’t love him anymore? That’s why you’re doing this to your hyung?”
“No, of course I still love Minho-hyung…more than anything.” His head lowered until his lips were against Kibum’s right ear. “But I love you too, Key-hyung…”
He knew that spoiling Taemin too much was going to bite him back one day, but he never thought that his mistake would reach this extent. The boy had always been so cute and innocent. It never occurred to Kibum that the younger might develop more than brotherly feelings for him. This was entirely his fault, not Taemin’s.
“Taeminnie, I’m sorry, but…we just can’t. You belong with Minho, and I belong with Jonghyun. I must have led you on by accide-”
A harsh kiss silenced him for a moment.
“Do you really think Jonghyun-hyung would still love you, if he found out what you did with Jinki-hyung three months ago?” Taemin whispered venomously, a smirk playing on his lips.
Kibum froze at his words and gulped down in fear. “How…how did you…?”
“Minho-hyung told me. He tells me everything. He even told me how you lost your virginity to him in his car, when you guys were still in high school. Hyung, seriously? That was pretty tacky.”
“He got me drunk on raspberry vodka, okay?!”
Taemin giggled at his hyung’s assertiveness and pushed himself to his knees, one on either side of Kibum. “Tell you what. I’ll make you a deal, hyung.”
He furrowed his brows but nodded slowly.
“No one else has to know about what you did with Jinki-hyung. Minho-hyung hasn’t told anyone other than me. So technically, your secret’s still perfectly safe. Just do everything I say, and Jonghyun-hyung won’t know a thing. Isn’t it such a nice offer, hyung?”
Kibum felt tears prick his eyes. “Please…just promise me you won’t tell him.”
“Don’t worry, hyung. I promise,” he said in such a sweet, childish tone.
He released a defeated sigh. “Okay, then…”
Another throaty moan escaped him as a hand aggressively palmed the front of his pants.
LIES
The older male felt something press against his nape as he stood in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth. He turned around to find Taemin, a thick blanket over his naked form, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
Kibum rinsed his mouth quickly, before ushering the younger back into bed. “You’re lucky you have free period until nine. Might as well just sleep a bit more until you’re fully rested, okay? I need to head to my class now.”
Taemin groggily wrapped his arms around his hyung’s neck and pulled him down into the bed with him. They tumbled into a messy heap of limbs and purple fabric. When Kibum tried to pull away, his dongsaeng started whining. “Hyung, stay…I want my good morning kiss…”
“Okay, okay,” he answered warmly, pushing his red bangs away, and kissed the younger’s forehead. “Happy now?”
The nineteen year old smiled softly. “Yeah…”
He noticed how the younger’s eyes narrowed at an object dangling between them. Taemin reached for it and twirled it in between his fingers. “I want this, hyung.”
The older held a breath, contemplating on his dongsaeng’s desire. What the boy was after had deep sentimental value to Kibum. It was his boyfriend’s first anniversary present for him - a silver key pendant. “I can’t…Jonghyunnie gave it to me…”
“But I want it, hyung.”
His last statement had been final - they both knew this. Kibum bit his lower lip in uncertainty and argued no further. He pulled his necklace over his head and fitted it onto Taemin’s neck.
“Take good care of it, okay, Taeminnie?” he said sadly, before grabbing his books and walking out of their dorm room.
Once the door had been closed shut, the younger felt his heart drop, and tears spilled out of his eyes in an instant.
“What’s wrong, yeobo?”
An arm snaked its way around his waist, pulling him into a much-needed hug. Kibum placed his head against Jonghyun’s shoulder.
“I-It’s nothing, Jjongie,” he lied, hands clenching in fear.
They had both just finished their last period, and it was a Friday, meaning neither of them had to study or finish their homework just yet.
“Want to talk about it tonight?” Jonghyun suggested, his chin on top of his lover’s head. “Whatever it is, you know I’ll listen.”
Kibum shut his eyes tightly and chose not to answer. His heart skipped a few beats, and his stomach churned nervously. They always did it in Jonghyun’s house every Friday. It was a silent tradition between the two of them, ever since they started dating. But after what he and Taemin had done last night, he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. He felt so guilty. How could he have done that to Jonghyun? How could he have betrayed him like that? How could he have lied to him all this time?
“Key?” He heard his worried boyfriend’s voice.
Jonghyun pressed a thumb against his reddened cheek and rubbed it gently. “Baby, please tell me what’s wrong…”
“I’m such a terrible person, Jjongie,” he whimpered, burying his face in both hands.
“Don’t say that, Kibummie. Whatever you did, I’m sure you’ll be forgiven.” He patted the younger boy’s back and kissed the top of his head. “I’ll always be here for you. Just please tell me what’s wrong.”
Kibum shook his head and wiped away his tears. “It’s nothing. Nothing at all.” He stood up, cutely bundled in at least three sweaters (since the cold weather really got to him, and he didn’t want Jonghyun to see how unattractive his teeth chattering was), and pulled his boy friend up from the bench they were sitting on.
“Can we go to your house now, Jjongie? I’m really, really cold.” He titled his head to the side, pouting like a spoiled child.
Jonghyun laughed and kissed him on the lips. “Then, I’ll be sure to warm you up as much as I can.”
He groaned as his boyfriend slipped down to his lap and engulfed him through his swollen lips, taking all of him in one go. Jonghyun now definitely knew that something was up with Kibum. The diva usually only gave him head, when he was desperately hiding something from him. It used to work, how the pleasure drowned out all of his coherent thoughts and made him temporarily forget about everything else that was happening, but not this time.
Trying his best to ignore his boy friend’s pleasurable sucking, Jonghyun suppressed a moan and took hold of Kibum’s chin and shoulder, pushing him away carefully.
Just as the younger’s mouth ascended along the length of his erection, a tongue licked and swirled around it, stubbornly releasing the tip with a wet ‘pop’.
Kibum looked up at his boyfriend with a confused expression. “You didn’t like it?”
Jonghyun steadied his breath and stared intently at the beautiful boy in front of him, mind still dizzy from the delicious pleasure he had just experienced. “It was…lovely…”
He rolled his eyes teasingly. “Lovely? Fine, then why did you make me stop?”
“Because…you haven’t told me…told me what’s bothering you…” Jonghyun managed to breath out sensibly.
The diva’s eyes widened. “You’re still thinking about that?”
All he could do was nod in reply, as Kibum started pumping his shaft with lube. “S-Stop dis…tracting m-me…ugh…ahh…”
He moved up towards Jonghyun and placed a full kiss on his lips, muffling his sharp hisses and unhindered moans.
His hands flew to capture Kibum’s busy hand as a last attempt to make him stop. His effort was futile as his grip loosened drastically, while his dick was being pumped faster, driving him to the edge. All sane thought processes had begun abandoning him soon after.
When it was hot and heavy enough to his liking, the younger pulled away from their frenzied kiss and gripped onto the headboard Jonghyun was leaning against. He positioned his entrance above the stiff cock, knees supporting his weight.
“Want to talk about it now, Jjongie?” he whispered, licking at the side of his neck.
The older male blinked twice, lust clouding in his darkened eyes. “W-What…? Who?”
He smiled playfully at the answer he had received and placed both of his boyfriend’s hands on his hips. Now in control, he slowly impaled himself on Jonghyun’s thick rod. Kibum winced, a strained moan escaping his throat, in both pleasure and pain.
The taller male wasted no time in moving himself up and down, gasping as his senses slowly saturated with pleasure and pure ecstasy.
Watching his boyfriend bounce away on his lap, sweet bliss plastered on his perfect face, almost made Jonghyun release himself right then and there. His jaw tightened, and his hands moved on their on accord, grasping two pale cheeks and squeezing them as hard as he could. Kibum squirmed under his touch and slapped one of his hands away.
“Yah! I’m trying to concentrate!”
Jonghyun chuckled darkly and licked his lips, deeply enjoying how nice it felt to shove himself in and out of his lover. Sweat inched down their bodies as they rocked against each other, tantalizing moans and surprised gasps joining the heightened pace of their hips.
It didn’t bother him, when Kibum painfully bit into his shoulder. Jonghyun knew that it meant he was close. It was his own unique way of hiding his vulnerability, because he believed that a man was most defenseless in this state of arousal. Jonghyun had lost count of the times he had been bitten. He didn’t care as long as Kibum was satisfied, as long as they both came.
Soon, gushing white fluid splattered against his abs, and he felt his own orgasm ripple into the flushed body on top of him. The room fell silent, both panting for breath and refusing to let the other go.
“You’re best, Jjongie…” he muttered tiredly, before falling asleep in Jonghyun’s arms.
He cherished every moment he made love to Key. Jonghyun just loved him too much…to the point where it had become unhealthy. His love for Kibum was undeniably a dangerous obsession, and he would do anything to make sure Kibum remained his forever.
CONFRONTATIONS
His whole world had shattered the moment Jonghyun walked in on him and Taemin making out on his pink bed. He had never felt so many different feelings all at the same time. He was sad, angry, ashamed, and guilty. Why was his boyfriend even here in the first place? He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to find out.
Taemin got up, re-buttoning his shirt, and locked himself in the bathroom, after glaring at Jonghyun for a good five seconds.
“So when were you going to tell me about it?”
Jonghyun’s tone had been icy and stern, making Kibum shrink back in fear.
“It’s not what you think, Jjongie. I didn’t mea-”
His hand clamped around the younger’s jaw, keeping him quiet. “Do you think I’m that stupid, Kibum? Did you really think I would never figure it out?”
Tears streamed down his face, and he shook his head meekly. “Jjongie, I love you so much…please forgive me…”
But the older didn’t answer, his eyes holding a blank expression. Instead, he brushed Kibum’s bangs away from his eyes and kissed his forehead.
“I’ll never forgive you for this, cheater…”
A hand covered his mouth, muffling his scream of horror. Jinki’s body fell lifeless after receiving so many stab wounds, blood pooling around him.
The train came to a halt, and Jonghyun casually stepped out onto the platform as if nothing had happened. No one else but the two of them had ridden the train that night. No one had witnessed the gruesome murder.
He smirked as he deleted several stolen shots of Kibum in his victim’s phone. The Pharmacy major barely stood a chance against him, but Jonghyun couldn’t blame him though. Jinki was just as obsessed with Kibum as he was. After every picture of his boyfriend had been erased, he snapped the phone in two and threw it in a near by recycling bin, along with his gloves and knife.
There was only one way to fix a mistake, and he just did it for Kibum. Because he knew that the innocent boy didn’t have the guts to. Jonghyun never had a problem with bloodshed. He had killed his own sister without much regret; so taking another well-hated person’s (or five others’) life away had been terribly easy.
He hated Jinki for what he and Kibum did three months ago. He had known all along, and it took every ounce of his self-control on to mangle the older boy’s neck, while they were at school. His jealous self had had enough, after Kibum cheated on him yet again, but with Taemin this time. He didn’t plan on killing Taemin though and acknowledged him as an equal. After all, it was him who told Jonghyun about what his boyfriend had done. He was smart and pretty useful, to be honest, so his life would be spared as long as he stopped saying how squishy it felt to be inside Kibum.
Many would say that Jonghyun was sick, but he begged to differ. His love was pure, genuine, and true. It ran much deeper than teenage love and lust. He was very expressive too, reflecting into an obsession. Only Jinki and Taemin would understand his way of loving. They all loved Kibum the same way.
He would do anything to be with him, to make Key love only him. Yes, even kill. But killing was an art to Jonghyun and not something of menace or to view upon as an ugly sin. He was an artist that not only expressed creativity through lyrics and poetry. He used it as another way of expressing his emotions. He killed to express his love. But he had to admit though. At times, he could be harsh, ruthless, and unforgiving, but he would always have a soft spot for Kibum, no matter what. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who got in between them, and they should be honored to become a part of his art. So Jonghyun looked forward to killing more of Kibum’s worthless suitors.
After all, this was only the beginning of their beautiful relationship.
THE END (?)
A/N: O_O I can’t believe I wrote that, but like I said, first and most probably last smut fic. So I still tried my best. The plot had first been innocent, but it slowly spiraled into this sick and twisted dark theme I’ve been writing a lot of lately. I didn’t bother rereading again, because I’m so sleepy already. Goodnight!