chapter 8
Title: Just die, bitch
Author: sk_swing
Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: No fucking clue
Rating: NC-17
A/N: I wanted this to be fucking over with but when I finished I knew I needed another chapter. Fuck.
Jonghyun came alone (Luck, you are one sexy bitch) because Minhyuk played gigs at night. And the second-year would have gone to see him, would have waited off-stage with a peck and a squeeze, but he was feeling restless and Jinki was providing an outlet (it costs $200 to throw a party so you better show up cocksucker).
When Jinki opened the door it was without his goofy drunk-smile and welcoming plastic cup. "Shit man, you do not want to be here." But Jonghyun pushed past him anyway, despite the warning, because he could guess why Jinki was telling him not to go in and the fuck if he was going to let anyone (especially that fucking bastard) control where he went and who he saw.
He drank out of spite (with Jinki hovering again) and he knew exactly where that manipulative/heartless/mind-fucking bastard was. That was him in black (so fucking emo), hips moving against some chick who had her legs spread wide and back arched (which she probably thought made her look sexy but in reality made her look stupid as fuck). Jonghyun pushed Jinki onto Hongki (fuck yeah man, fuck yeah) and made his way towards him.
He would have liked to blame the alcohol for what he was about to do but honestly it hadn't even kicked in yet. No, he was doing this because he was fucking pissed off, because it wasn't enough that Key had made him feel like shit by fucking someone else, but now he was goading Jonghyun with passive aggressive tricks.
Jonghyun's fingers closed on a slim wrist and he jerkedyanked the body attached out of the dark living room and into the kitchen (causing a couple dark corner dwellers to scatter). "What the fuck do you think you're doing here?"
Key tripped on the flat floorboards and would have fallen against the other boy's chest (oh catch me you big strong man) if Jonghyun hadn't been gripping both wrists painfully tight. So instead his body sagged and his lips smirked. "I'm here to see you, baby baby. Didn't you miss me?"
Jonghyun shook Key's wrists, the tiny bones grating against each other. "You're an asshole Key, not a bitch, stop acting like one."
Chin raised and that look again, daring him to give a fuck. "I wanted to fuck with you."
Jonghyun snarled and grabbed at Key's collar a little harder than he had meant to (fuck you Hongki and your 5 minute knockout vodka double shots). That one motion sent his entire body swaying and he grabbed onto Key's shoulders with both hands. And suddenly Key was on him, familiar lips tilting his head back, hard sternum pressing against his chest. He wanted to shove the first-year away (and keep shoving because he was the good guy here and he wasn't a cheating bastard like Key) but he just kept swaying without enough control to throw himself backwards.
Jonghyun's lips parted in response to Key's pressing and as they shared damp breaths he needed more because who the fuck was he kidding, that awkward stalker boy hadn't been killed he had just been kicked in the sac. They weaved their way back to Jonghyun's place without Jinki noticing (jesus fucking christ does that fucker like being shit on?) and Key was on his back before he had even taken his shoes off.
Key could tell Jonghyun was still pissed and (for some reason) it made him really fucking hard. "You tired of your middle-schooler already? A little desperate for something better?" He got his balls rammed in response as a knee was shoved roughly between his legs. Key ripped at Jonghyun's hair in retaliation, teeth pressed against exposed skin. "You're just like me. You're a heartless asshole just like me."
A tongue was jammed down his throat, shutting him up, and Jonghyun's hands were shoving his thighs apart, fingers pressing and dragging and burning. Then he was forcing himself inside and Key prayed he wouldn't feel tearing (hurts doesn't it, you fuck). He bit down on Jonghyun's shoulder (that spot next to the neck that hurts a whole fucking lot if you clamp down on the tendon) just to share the pain. "FUCK!" Jonghyun stopped long enough for Key to make himself relax, so when he pushed in the second time the alcohol was able to roll the pain and pleasure into one.
Key moaned as Jonghyun dragged his cock out then slammed back in. His movements were jerky and stuttered, but Key was too lost in his own head to care. He was hot, so fucking hot and his skin felt flushed and clammy but it still felt fucking good. His hands were on his own dick and he fisted himself with frenzied strokes.
Jonghyun grit his teeth with each thrust, fingers trying to leave bruises on Key's hips. It was too dry and too rough on his dick and it kind of hurt but he kept thrusting because he wanted to hurt the other boy, he needed to hurt the other boy. And as much as he hated Key, and as much as it hurt, he was still pulled further and further.
When Key came it was with a choke and a sob, fingers clawing at Jonghyun's skin. The sensation was so sharp that he couldn't tell if it was good or bad, and he wasn't aware of when the other boy came but at some point he was no longer inside him.
Before Key could wonder what was next Jonghyun laid down next to him, shoulder pressed against shoulder, staring up at the ceiling (hello awkward silence, so nice of you to join us).
Author: sk_swing
Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: No fucking clue
Rating: NC-17
A/N: I wanted this to be fucking over with but when I finished I knew I needed another chapter. Fuck.
Jonghyun came alone (Luck, you are one sexy bitch) because Minhyuk played gigs at night. And the second-year would have gone to see him, would have waited off-stage with a peck and a squeeze, but he was feeling restless and Jinki was providing an outlet (it costs $200 to throw a party so you better show up cocksucker).
When Jinki opened the door it was without his goofy drunk-smile and welcoming plastic cup. "Shit man, you do not want to be here." But Jonghyun pushed past him anyway, despite the warning, because he could guess why Jinki was telling him not to go in and the fuck if he was going to let anyone (especially that fucking bastard) control where he went and who he saw.
He drank out of spite (with Jinki hovering again) and he knew exactly where that manipulative/heartless/mind-fucking bastard was. That was him in black (so fucking emo), hips moving against some chick who had her legs spread wide and back arched (which she probably thought made her look sexy but in reality made her look stupid as fuck). Jonghyun pushed Jinki onto Hongki (fuck yeah man, fuck yeah) and made his way towards him.
He would have liked to blame the alcohol for what he was about to do but honestly it hadn't even kicked in yet. No, he was doing this because he was fucking pissed off, because it wasn't enough that Key had made him feel like shit by fucking someone else, but now he was goading Jonghyun with passive aggressive tricks.
Jonghyun's fingers closed on a slim wrist and he jerkedyanked the body attached out of the dark living room and into the kitchen (causing a couple dark corner dwellers to scatter). "What the fuck do you think you're doing here?"
Key tripped on the flat floorboards and would have fallen against the other boy's chest (oh catch me you big strong man) if Jonghyun hadn't been gripping both wrists painfully tight. So instead his body sagged and his lips smirked. "I'm here to see you, baby baby. Didn't you miss me?"
Jonghyun shook Key's wrists, the tiny bones grating against each other. "You're an asshole Key, not a bitch, stop acting like one."
Chin raised and that look again, daring him to give a fuck. "I wanted to fuck with you."
Jonghyun snarled and grabbed at Key's collar a little harder than he had meant to (fuck you Hongki and your 5 minute knockout vodka double shots). That one motion sent his entire body swaying and he grabbed onto Key's shoulders with both hands. And suddenly Key was on him, familiar lips tilting his head back, hard sternum pressing against his chest. He wanted to shove the first-year away (and keep shoving because he was the good guy here and he wasn't a cheating bastard like Key) but he just kept swaying without enough control to throw himself backwards.
Jonghyun's lips parted in response to Key's pressing and as they shared damp breaths he needed more because who the fuck was he kidding, that awkward stalker boy hadn't been killed he had just been kicked in the sac. They weaved their way back to Jonghyun's place without Jinki noticing (jesus fucking christ does that fucker like being shit on?) and Key was on his back before he had even taken his shoes off.
Key could tell Jonghyun was still pissed and (for some reason) it made him really fucking hard. "You tired of your middle-schooler already? A little desperate for something better?" He got his balls rammed in response as a knee was shoved roughly between his legs. Key ripped at Jonghyun's hair in retaliation, teeth pressed against exposed skin. "You're just like me. You're a heartless asshole just like me."
A tongue was jammed down his throat, shutting him up, and Jonghyun's hands were shoving his thighs apart, fingers pressing and dragging and burning. Then he was forcing himself inside and Key prayed he wouldn't feel tearing (hurts doesn't it, you fuck). He bit down on Jonghyun's shoulder (that spot next to the neck that hurts a whole fucking lot if you clamp down on the tendon) just to share the pain. "FUCK!" Jonghyun stopped long enough for Key to make himself relax, so when he pushed in the second time the alcohol was able to roll the pain and pleasure into one.
Key moaned as Jonghyun dragged his cock out then slammed back in. His movements were jerky and stuttered, but Key was too lost in his own head to care. He was hot, so fucking hot and his skin felt flushed and clammy but it still felt fucking good. His hands were on his own dick and he fisted himself with frenzied strokes.
Jonghyun grit his teeth with each thrust, fingers trying to leave bruises on Key's hips. It was too dry and too rough on his dick and it kind of hurt but he kept thrusting because he wanted to hurt the other boy, he needed to hurt the other boy. And as much as he hated Key, and as much as it hurt, he was still pulled further and further.
When Key came it was with a choke and a sob, fingers clawing at Jonghyun's skin. The sensation was so sharp that he couldn't tell if it was good or bad, and he wasn't aware of when the other boy came but at some point he was no longer inside him.
Before Key could wonder what was next Jonghyun laid down next to him, shoulder pressed against shoulder, staring up at the ceiling (hello awkward silence, so nice of you to join us).