Cool as a Cucumber
Title: Cool as a Cucumber
Author: wishunew
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Jinki, hinted onkey
Warning: Food sex
Summery: A mix up at the airport leads to some very... intresting results.
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The heat wave that had struck Japan was brutal, more so when the air conditioner in the dorm you live in breaks down. Even worse, in poor Lee Jinki’s life, when you grab the wrong luggage from baggage claim and are stuck with the suitcase of a stripper, apparently. Stupidly, he’d taken most of his clothes back to Korea the last time. He’d been planning on bringing them to his mother’s house, and trying to talk her into using the detergent that makes all his clothes feel as soft as the special cloth he uses to wipe his glasses with. She said she’ll send him them as fast as she can, while the airlines work on fixing the mix-up. But until then Jinki is stuck with fishnets, feather boas, stockings and panties.
He shoved the suitcase away with his foot and sighed, rubbing at his hair in aggravation, as Jonghyun and Taemin started giggling evilly and picking through the contents, wrapping the egregiously feathered abominations around each other’s throats and using the panties as elastic slingshots, and just being boys about the whole thing. They’d been rushed to a concert venue upon arrival and he’d never had time to check his bags. All he wants is to shower and put on some fresh clothing.
“And just think, hyung,” Jonghyun spoke up as he dodged a lace projectile, “there is some poor, desperate stripper suck somewhere with all your baggy clothing. It must be hell for her, too.” He giggled when Jinki glared at him, only to get a face full of silk. It was probably poor tactics to grab a handful of clothing and run away, leaving Taemin with the rest of the stash.
“You can just wear some of our clothing, Jinki hyung,” Minho offered, more helpfully, to which Key scoffed and turned to them with an eyebrow raised.
“He can borrow your clothes, Choi Minho. Proportionally he fits in exactly none of our stuff right. Everything gets all stretched out, whether it’s his arms or his chest or his general lower body. One reason or another he doesn’t fit our clothing right at all. No offence, hyung,” the diva added, almost as an afterthought, at the crestfallen leader.
“It’s okay, Kibummie,” Jinki exhaled, running a hand through his sweat mattered hair. He still had his side braids in, but he’d yanked the ponytail out hours ago. “I understand. I guess I’ll just… wear these until we get this sorted out.” He pointed to the street clothes he’d been wearing since they arrived in country and sighed again, exhausted and depressed.
The four traded looks before Key sighed and leaned down to kiss Jinki on the forehead, rubbing his shoulder affectingly. “How about the four of us go shopping? You can stay here, take a shower, and just… not worry about clothes until we get back?” There was a loud groan from the other boys, followed immediately by the checking of pants for wallets, to make sure Key didn’t have their cards.
Jinki smiled at the actions and fished out his card. “Don’t go overboard,” he ordered as he handed it over. “I’m probably going to nap after, so grab some dinner while you’re out. Just bring me back whatever… Taemin’s eating,” he said, and closed his eyes again, “and leave the boas here.”
Key was remarkably good at getting the other three to go do something he wanted to do, but the promise of food always helped, and they were out of the dorm in no time. Jinki sat by the foot of his bed, sweating for a few moments more, eyeing the messy suitcase, before crawling towards it, hoping that there was something in there, maybe a random pair of boxers he could just wear until they got back. So carefully, as if the fabric would bite him, he sorted through the mess. He found lots of underwear, a few skirts, more tights and a few socks that looked to go up to the wearer’s thigh. They didn’t look very sexy, well, the red and white one could have gone with the nurse’s skirt he saw, but the rainbow ones didn’t look sexy. They looked fun and playful. The fabric was soft, thick so they’d stay up.
The idea that struck him made him blush, and looked around, paranoid. But he was alone…no one would have to know. One of the most well kept secrets in SHINee, minus the fact that Key was bisexual, and actually tops in most of his relationships, was that Jinki liked feeling pretty. He didn’t think it was a sexuality thing, though Key insisted it proved he was a bottom the first time they’d fooled around. Jinki certainly had no desire to dominate someone, not usually, anyway, and he had liked what they’d done. The younger boy had made him feel very pretty, kept whispering how beautiful he was, as their hips rolled together and he slid in deeper…
The singer shook the thought away, shivering lightly in arousal as he stood up, and went to lock the door. He stripped off his dirty pants and after a moment of thought, stepped out of his boxers as well, blushing with shame and excitement. He bit his lip and grabbed a towel from the closet in the room, laying it down on the floor before he sat, and pulled on the tight rainbow socks. He rolled up onto his back, stretching his legs up into the air when he was done, a standard yoga pose, admiring the way the multicolored fabric clung to his legs, showing off their curves.
He hummed and slid down to the ground, pulling out a denim skirt from the mess. He bit his lip as he held them to his hips; it looked like it would fit, but did he want to take that leap? Dressing up for TV is one thing, and according to Key, leggings are unisex, but wearing a skirt because he wanted too? Wasn’t that pushing some sort of boundary or something? Onew shot a look around the room, like somehow someone was going to try and pop out, surprising him, as he stepped into the skirt and tugged it up his legs. Biting his lip, Jinki ran his hands over the soft denim, and looked into the bag for something to wear as a top, pulling out a tank top that looked vaguely like the one Jonghyun and Taemin had worn on stage, white, with evenly spaced holes over mesh. The material clung to him like a second skin and he shivered as he walked over to the floor length mirror Key insisted on keeping in there room.
He trembled as he slide his hands down his form, over the tight tank and down the skirt, he tensed and rose onto his tip toes to watch his legs flex under the rainbow fabric, and gasped softly as he saw the very tip of his cock poke out from under the edge of the short skirt.
“Slut,” he whispered to himself, blushing brightly at the word, a warm thrill of shame and excitement ran though him at the sound and he tried again, sliding his hand between his legs, rubbing over the skit. “Slut,” louder this time, more demeaning, accusing, and he moaned softly, and dropped his hand lower, grasping his cock and moving closer to the mirror, rubbing the tip of it against the cool surface and making him cry out loudly. “D-dirty,” he spat weakly, shivering as he pressed his forehead to the cool glass, fogging it up with his harsh pants.
He pulled away from the mirror to stumble towards Key’s things, his legs weak with arousal, digging unceremoniously through his suitcases, then checking under his bed and between the mattresses, just in case, trying to find something, anything, to help. His body ached with a need to be filled. It’s not something that happened often so he never bought any…helping devices. He’d thought maybe Key would have had…something at least, but apparently not. Frustrated, he moaned into the air, just to make noise, and ventured out into the rest of the dorm, carefully sneaking about as he looked for something even remotely acceptable. He knew his fingers weren’t going to cut it, not anymore. Sure they’d lead him to orgasm but it would be a disappointing peak.
To say he was unconventional with his homemade toys was an understatement, ever since Key he’d gotten some kind of craving for big things, he’d used screw drivers, hair brushes, the handle of a Swiffer sweeper, hell even a hammer once. If it was roundish and he could fit a condom on it, he tried to use it. The hammer didn’t work out so well, too heavy, so he bypassed it on his house sweep, to hot inside to care that he was prancing around in tight girls’ clothing with a large tent in the skirt.
“Ah-ha!” he cried out softly, biting his lip as he approached the groceries. Key must have stopped putting them away at his cry of despair, and forgotten them in his shopping lust. He sorted through the bags, haphazardly pushing boxes and cans out of the way. He saw it, and moaned before he could stop himself. The cucumber was thick, easily dwarfing his own fingers, and long, it was curved slightly and had lots of little bumps that made his cock twitch just thinking about what they’d feel like. He was trembling as he grabbed it and made a mad dash back to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him as he climbed onto his bed and snatched a condom from his night stand he set it and his new best friend aside, grabbing for the lube and eagerly slicking his fingers up, getting some of the thick, messy substance on the bed, and spread his legs, reaching between his thighs and over the skirt, rubbing against his entrance. He teased himself, sliding one of his fingers inside, rubbing and curling it, spreading himself open as he worked in a second, then a third, impatient with himself as he whined and bucked against his hand.
He was being too rough with himself, moving his fingers to fast, even as he whined loudly and spread his legs as best he could in the tight skirt. The denim was beginning to become an obstacle, as he tried to reach deeper inside, gasping and trembling as he just barley brushed against his spot, crying out loud at the feel. With a piteous whimper, he slid his fingers out, the feeling of empty ness making his muscle clenching, looking for something to fill him. He sluggishly struggled out of the tight denim, and tossing it aside, pulling of the shredded top as well, biting his lip as he writhed, rubbing his sweating body against the cool sheets, moaning at temperature contrast on his skin, sensitive from arousal. He left the thigh highs on, they weren’t exactly in the way, and it was something a little new and different that made this even more exciting.
Shaking with excitement, Onew sat up and turned to open the condom, slowly encasing the end of the cucumber in it. It was slippery, all his condoms were “intensely lubricated” as the box said, Jinki liked things wet, and it dripped as he worked, carefully stretching the latex around the many bumps the cucumber had. When he was done, he added more lube, and spread his legs, shifting to let them hang off the bed as he rubbed the thick vegetable against himself, teasing.
With an impatient whine, he pressed it in slowly, whimpering as the feel of the bumps and ridges sliding past the sensitive lips of his entrance. Jinki moaned as the vegetable spread him open wider than he was used to, trying not to clench down on the unyielding object. He grunted and shifted his hips, when it didn’t want to go in any further, groaning loudly, desperate and annoyed, and pushed just a little harder.
“C-come on,” he muttered, rocking against it slowly, as the hand he’s been gripping the sheets with, went down to stroke his cock slowly, teasing the tip with a finger, and arching his back, crying out as the thick green vegetable slid in deeper. “Fuck, yes,” he moaned, pulling his legs up off the floor to dig them into the corners of the mattress, as he pulled the vegetable out slowly, then rocked it back into himself. It slide in easier with every jerk of his wrist, and he cried out, every thrust pushing the cucumber deeper inside of him. He looked down, biting his lip as he tried to see, even if he knew the position he was on would prevent that, and whined sharply when he realized he was spread eagle in front of the mirror.
Onew blushed brightly as he watched himself in the mirror, his eyes darkened from the stage make up, and wet with debauched need, the tight rainbow fabric of the stockings still clinging to his legs, colorful frames in the way they were so whorishly spread, showcasing the way his body yielded for the thick vegetable. He closed his eyes against the image, even as it burned itself in the back of his mind, as he moved the cucumber faster, chocking on a moan as he took it deeper.
“O-oh,” he gasped biting his lip as it brushed against his spot, sending tingles up his spine. “Y-you slut,” he moaned, writhing lightly at the feel of the bumps against his inner walls. Clenching down on it, “So fucking… fucking dirty,” he whined out the words, moving the hand guiding the vegetable faster, crying out loudly as it pressed into his prostate again, dead on this time, and he jerked his ups against it, grinding down to keep it there as he stroked his cock furiously, the moan too loud in the room, with only his gasps and the slick sound of the cucumber moving in and out of him. He curled up, again, twisting the vegetable so his hand wasn’t in the way, and watched as the thick green object speared in and out of him, his mouth falling open as he watched.
“T-that’s right,” he gasped, trying to keep his gaze locked on his hands, but he could barely keep them open. “Fucking take it, whore,” Jinki whined, whole body flushing as he felt himself teetering on the edge, drooling slightly as his eyes slide closed. He just…he needed…with a desperate growl he stroked his cock faster as he pushed the vegetable inside him harder, unrelenting pressure as even more slid inside, the slight pain of pushing himself too far sent him over, his whole body locking up with a too loud cry of pleasure, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train, shooting onto his stomach and chest.
He collapsed onto the bed with a whimper, the aftershocks of his orgasm making his muscles contract around the cucumber, still inside him. He panted heavily as he waited for them to subside, tracing the rim of his opening lightly, blushing harder when he realized he’d somehow gotten about 3/4ths of the cucumber inside him. Jinki gripped the end and tugged lightly, his back arching and a whine forced its way out, the thick vegetable not wanting to leave his body at the moment.
He was too tired to care, anyway, and let his hands fall away, dragging himself up the bed, and slowly lowered his legs, straightening them onto the sheets. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, deciding to wait until he was more relaxed to take it out. Besides, it felt kind of nice.
Onew woke up to the door clicking closed; somehow he’d fallen asleep while he was waiting. He blushed brightly and tried to grab for something, to cover his naked body, the stockings, and cried out in surprise and slight pain. He’d forgotten the cucumber was still inside him.
“Oh, Jinki, shh,” Key said quickly, moving to the bed, and the singer relaxed visibly, even if he was blushing brighter than Taemin’s pants from Lucifer. The dancer gently rolled the older man back onto his side, stroking his lower back gently. “This is why I can’t leave you home alone,” he muttered, kissing Jinki’s shoulder.
“Kibum,” the leader whined, covering his head with a pillow and wishing the Earth would open and swallow him whole. “I’m… c-can you… Help me?” he whispered, blushing harder at the chuckle his request brought.
“Just relax, hyung,” he whispered, sliding his hands down, greedily groping the firm, supple flesh of his ass, and dipping between the older man’s thighs, lifting one of Jinki’s legs up, cooing at the embarrassed whine it drew from him. The diva wrapped a careful hand around the protruding end of the vegetable, sliding his fingers over the stretched rim of his ass slowly. “Wow, hyung, it’s in really deep,” he teased, enjoying the choked noises the leader was making at his touches. He grabbed the vegetable with his hand and pulled, gently sliding the cucumber out almost all the way, ripping a loud, breathy moan from Jinki, who was still hiding under the pillow. But much to the older man’s surprise, instead of pulling it the rest of the way out, the younger boy just slid it back inside.
“F-fuck, Key!” Onew cried out, arching and clawing at the sheets as the dancer started fucking him with the substitute toy, “Ah, Shit, p-please… don’t,” he whined, even as he rocked with the motions of the other boy, “S-stop.”
The younger boy ignored him, twisting the cucumber every time he pulled it out and pushed it back inside, pushing the pillow away to lick at the sweat on Onew’s neck. “God, hyung, you’re just sucking it in, so slick and open,” he chuckled and nipped at the trembling boy. “You always use so much lube.”
The leader shook his head in embarrassment, reaching down to try and grab Key’s wrist, make him stop moving, but his grip was weak, and his hands trembled. Key easily broke his grip, moving the older boys fingers to wrap around his cock, “Stroke yourself, hyung,” the diva purred into his ear, moving Jinki’s hand for him. “Show me how hot it makes you to take this vegetable up your ass.” He grinned and licked over Onew’s ear, enjoying the soft moans the older bot tried to hide. “You always turn into a fucking whore when it comes to your ass.”
Jinki moaned and writhed against Kibum, blush spreading down his chest as he rocked back against the cucumber Key was thrusting into him. It was faster than Jinki would have gone, but it was almost more enjoyable, not having control over it, the almost painful sensation of the bumps and ridges of the vegetable dragging over his entrance, his hand speed up, and he buried his face in one of the pillows, submitting to Key’s hands and his voice, his warm solid body behind him as he brought him closer to climax.
“How does it feel, slut?” the younger boy hissed, pressing his palm against the it rubbing in circles, making the vegetable circle deep inside him, spreading Onew wider. “Its big, isn’t it baby? So big…looks bigger than me. Is it Jinki?” he asked, thrusting it in harder, pushing a little more inside. “Is it bigger than my cock?”
The older boy moaned loudly, crying out yes as he jerked his hips down, sliding a hand up to tease his tip. “A-ah! God, Key, it’s so big… so deep, fuck, please, I need-” he broke off with a desperate whine when the dancer bit him, and pulled away, shoving the vegetable in deep before letting go.
He shifted between Jinki’s legs, carefully hooking them over his shoulders, pulling them up until the leaders thighs rested against his collarbones, the end of the tight rainbow stockings. “I like these,” Key muttered, nipping at the flesh the socks couldn’t quite reach, before sitting up on his knees, lifting Jinki up onto his shoulders, body almost perpendicular to the ground as Key gripped the cucumber and once again started drilling it into the older man.
Jinki screamed at the new position, his body flexible enough to handle it, but the thick vegetable reached deeper inside of him, the bumps rubbing and pressing into his spot with every move. He tensed and trembled, blushing hard when he realized his cock was aimed at his face, but that didn’t stop him from stroking himself faster, feeling like he was caught on the razors edge between ecstasy and insanity. He sobbed Key’s name desperately, trying to move back on the cucumber that pistoning in and out of him relentlessly.
The diva smirked at the older boy, groaning deep in his throat at the mindless look in his eye, crazed with the need to cum. He didn’t care that he’d been brought this close to the edge by a fucking vegetable, hell, he probably wouldn’t care if Taemin walked in right now, and offered to join, all he wanted was to cum. Jinki had always been putty in the face of pure, unabashed, pleasure.
“You’re such a size queen,” Key said, knowing his words would still make an impact on the thrashing mess of a leader. “Your dirty, hungry, asshole wanting, needing anything that will stretch you past your breaking point, huh?” He chuckled at the older man shook his head, “Liar,” he cooed, and licked over his red, abused opening, even as he moved the cucumber faster, purring at the litany of the high pitched gasps the action brought, and did it again, sucking and licking over Jinki’s rim. He got brave and pushed inside next to the thick vegetable, spreading the older man open even more, and pushing him other the edge.
Onew went ridged as his orgasm slammed into him, cumming over his face, inside his mouth as he moaned Key’s name so loud his voice broke. He gasped, sobbing as the younger boy pulled the cucumber from his body, finally, and really started to eat Onew out, Kibum’s wicked, hot tongue working inside his entrance, rubbing at the abused walls, soothing them almost. It was hot and wet, working gently over the still stretched flesh, red from miss use. Jinki whined and pulled at his hair, trying to get him to stop, he was still sensitive. With one last obscene slurp, Key pulled away and let the older boy’s legs down.
“Now,” the younger boy said, straddling his leader’s shoulders as he undid his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking himself desperately, “s-stay still.” the tremor in his voice the only indication that he was close, and Jinki gasped as the hot liquid splashed onto his face before he could understand what was going on. Then Key rolled off of him, onto the side and slumped next to him.
“That cucumber was supposed to be part of our lunch tomorrow,” Hey added, after the both had caught their breath, and Jinki had tugged up a sheet corner enough to wipe his face.
“I’ll buy another one,” the older boy offered weakly, voice strained from over use, and then pouted when Key chuckled at him. “What?”
“If you intent to keep molesting the produce like this, you’ll be buying more than just a one.”
Jinki flushed and wacked at Kibum with the nearest pillow. "I only used it because you didn't bring anything and you yourself were gone..." he muttered, a little embarrassed as he played with his fingers.
Kibum grinned. "Then I'll just have to come prepared next time, huh?" He reached down, and tugged at the fabric of the rainbow socks, letting it go to snap back onto Jinki’s thigh, “I like these, by the way. Very pretty.”
The older man grumbled something and blushed, swatting at his hand as he rolled into the younger’s chest, kissing his neck before nuzzling into his chest. “Brat.”
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Author: wishunew
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Jinki, hinted onkey
Warning: Food sex
Summery: A mix up at the airport leads to some very... intresting results.
You voted for it, here it is.
I hope your happy.
beta'd by the one, the only~ my lovely aishitaeru
The heat wave that had struck Japan was brutal, more so when the air conditioner in the dorm you live in breaks down. Even worse, in poor Lee Jinki’s life, when you grab the wrong luggage from baggage claim and are stuck with the suitcase of a stripper, apparently. Stupidly, he’d taken most of his clothes back to Korea the last time. He’d been planning on bringing them to his mother’s house, and trying to talk her into using the detergent that makes all his clothes feel as soft as the special cloth he uses to wipe his glasses with. She said she’ll send him them as fast as she can, while the airlines work on fixing the mix-up. But until then Jinki is stuck with fishnets, feather boas, stockings and panties.
He shoved the suitcase away with his foot and sighed, rubbing at his hair in aggravation, as Jonghyun and Taemin started giggling evilly and picking through the contents, wrapping the egregiously feathered abominations around each other’s throats and using the panties as elastic slingshots, and just being boys about the whole thing. They’d been rushed to a concert venue upon arrival and he’d never had time to check his bags. All he wants is to shower and put on some fresh clothing.
“And just think, hyung,” Jonghyun spoke up as he dodged a lace projectile, “there is some poor, desperate stripper suck somewhere with all your baggy clothing. It must be hell for her, too.” He giggled when Jinki glared at him, only to get a face full of silk. It was probably poor tactics to grab a handful of clothing and run away, leaving Taemin with the rest of the stash.
“You can just wear some of our clothing, Jinki hyung,” Minho offered, more helpfully, to which Key scoffed and turned to them with an eyebrow raised.
“He can borrow your clothes, Choi Minho. Proportionally he fits in exactly none of our stuff right. Everything gets all stretched out, whether it’s his arms or his chest or his general lower body. One reason or another he doesn’t fit our clothing right at all. No offence, hyung,” the diva added, almost as an afterthought, at the crestfallen leader.
“It’s okay, Kibummie,” Jinki exhaled, running a hand through his sweat mattered hair. He still had his side braids in, but he’d yanked the ponytail out hours ago. “I understand. I guess I’ll just… wear these until we get this sorted out.” He pointed to the street clothes he’d been wearing since they arrived in country and sighed again, exhausted and depressed.
The four traded looks before Key sighed and leaned down to kiss Jinki on the forehead, rubbing his shoulder affectingly. “How about the four of us go shopping? You can stay here, take a shower, and just… not worry about clothes until we get back?” There was a loud groan from the other boys, followed immediately by the checking of pants for wallets, to make sure Key didn’t have their cards.
Jinki smiled at the actions and fished out his card. “Don’t go overboard,” he ordered as he handed it over. “I’m probably going to nap after, so grab some dinner while you’re out. Just bring me back whatever… Taemin’s eating,” he said, and closed his eyes again, “and leave the boas here.”
Key was remarkably good at getting the other three to go do something he wanted to do, but the promise of food always helped, and they were out of the dorm in no time. Jinki sat by the foot of his bed, sweating for a few moments more, eyeing the messy suitcase, before crawling towards it, hoping that there was something in there, maybe a random pair of boxers he could just wear until they got back. So carefully, as if the fabric would bite him, he sorted through the mess. He found lots of underwear, a few skirts, more tights and a few socks that looked to go up to the wearer’s thigh. They didn’t look very sexy, well, the red and white one could have gone with the nurse’s skirt he saw, but the rainbow ones didn’t look sexy. They looked fun and playful. The fabric was soft, thick so they’d stay up.
The idea that struck him made him blush, and looked around, paranoid. But he was alone…no one would have to know. One of the most well kept secrets in SHINee, minus the fact that Key was bisexual, and actually tops in most of his relationships, was that Jinki liked feeling pretty. He didn’t think it was a sexuality thing, though Key insisted it proved he was a bottom the first time they’d fooled around. Jinki certainly had no desire to dominate someone, not usually, anyway, and he had liked what they’d done. The younger boy had made him feel very pretty, kept whispering how beautiful he was, as their hips rolled together and he slid in deeper…
The singer shook the thought away, shivering lightly in arousal as he stood up, and went to lock the door. He stripped off his dirty pants and after a moment of thought, stepped out of his boxers as well, blushing with shame and excitement. He bit his lip and grabbed a towel from the closet in the room, laying it down on the floor before he sat, and pulled on the tight rainbow socks. He rolled up onto his back, stretching his legs up into the air when he was done, a standard yoga pose, admiring the way the multicolored fabric clung to his legs, showing off their curves.
He hummed and slid down to the ground, pulling out a denim skirt from the mess. He bit his lip as he held them to his hips; it looked like it would fit, but did he want to take that leap? Dressing up for TV is one thing, and according to Key, leggings are unisex, but wearing a skirt because he wanted too? Wasn’t that pushing some sort of boundary or something? Onew shot a look around the room, like somehow someone was going to try and pop out, surprising him, as he stepped into the skirt and tugged it up his legs. Biting his lip, Jinki ran his hands over the soft denim, and looked into the bag for something to wear as a top, pulling out a tank top that looked vaguely like the one Jonghyun and Taemin had worn on stage, white, with evenly spaced holes over mesh. The material clung to him like a second skin and he shivered as he walked over to the floor length mirror Key insisted on keeping in there room.
He trembled as he slide his hands down his form, over the tight tank and down the skirt, he tensed and rose onto his tip toes to watch his legs flex under the rainbow fabric, and gasped softly as he saw the very tip of his cock poke out from under the edge of the short skirt.
“Slut,” he whispered to himself, blushing brightly at the word, a warm thrill of shame and excitement ran though him at the sound and he tried again, sliding his hand between his legs, rubbing over the skit. “Slut,” louder this time, more demeaning, accusing, and he moaned softly, and dropped his hand lower, grasping his cock and moving closer to the mirror, rubbing the tip of it against the cool surface and making him cry out loudly. “D-dirty,” he spat weakly, shivering as he pressed his forehead to the cool glass, fogging it up with his harsh pants.
He pulled away from the mirror to stumble towards Key’s things, his legs weak with arousal, digging unceremoniously through his suitcases, then checking under his bed and between the mattresses, just in case, trying to find something, anything, to help. His body ached with a need to be filled. It’s not something that happened often so he never bought any…helping devices. He’d thought maybe Key would have had…something at least, but apparently not. Frustrated, he moaned into the air, just to make noise, and ventured out into the rest of the dorm, carefully sneaking about as he looked for something even remotely acceptable. He knew his fingers weren’t going to cut it, not anymore. Sure they’d lead him to orgasm but it would be a disappointing peak.
To say he was unconventional with his homemade toys was an understatement, ever since Key he’d gotten some kind of craving for big things, he’d used screw drivers, hair brushes, the handle of a Swiffer sweeper, hell even a hammer once. If it was roundish and he could fit a condom on it, he tried to use it. The hammer didn’t work out so well, too heavy, so he bypassed it on his house sweep, to hot inside to care that he was prancing around in tight girls’ clothing with a large tent in the skirt.
“Ah-ha!” he cried out softly, biting his lip as he approached the groceries. Key must have stopped putting them away at his cry of despair, and forgotten them in his shopping lust. He sorted through the bags, haphazardly pushing boxes and cans out of the way. He saw it, and moaned before he could stop himself. The cucumber was thick, easily dwarfing his own fingers, and long, it was curved slightly and had lots of little bumps that made his cock twitch just thinking about what they’d feel like. He was trembling as he grabbed it and made a mad dash back to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him as he climbed onto his bed and snatched a condom from his night stand he set it and his new best friend aside, grabbing for the lube and eagerly slicking his fingers up, getting some of the thick, messy substance on the bed, and spread his legs, reaching between his thighs and over the skirt, rubbing against his entrance. He teased himself, sliding one of his fingers inside, rubbing and curling it, spreading himself open as he worked in a second, then a third, impatient with himself as he whined and bucked against his hand.
He was being too rough with himself, moving his fingers to fast, even as he whined loudly and spread his legs as best he could in the tight skirt. The denim was beginning to become an obstacle, as he tried to reach deeper inside, gasping and trembling as he just barley brushed against his spot, crying out loud at the feel. With a piteous whimper, he slid his fingers out, the feeling of empty ness making his muscle clenching, looking for something to fill him. He sluggishly struggled out of the tight denim, and tossing it aside, pulling of the shredded top as well, biting his lip as he writhed, rubbing his sweating body against the cool sheets, moaning at temperature contrast on his skin, sensitive from arousal. He left the thigh highs on, they weren’t exactly in the way, and it was something a little new and different that made this even more exciting.
Shaking with excitement, Onew sat up and turned to open the condom, slowly encasing the end of the cucumber in it. It was slippery, all his condoms were “intensely lubricated” as the box said, Jinki liked things wet, and it dripped as he worked, carefully stretching the latex around the many bumps the cucumber had. When he was done, he added more lube, and spread his legs, shifting to let them hang off the bed as he rubbed the thick vegetable against himself, teasing.
With an impatient whine, he pressed it in slowly, whimpering as the feel of the bumps and ridges sliding past the sensitive lips of his entrance. Jinki moaned as the vegetable spread him open wider than he was used to, trying not to clench down on the unyielding object. He grunted and shifted his hips, when it didn’t want to go in any further, groaning loudly, desperate and annoyed, and pushed just a little harder.
“C-come on,” he muttered, rocking against it slowly, as the hand he’s been gripping the sheets with, went down to stroke his cock slowly, teasing the tip with a finger, and arching his back, crying out as the thick green vegetable slid in deeper. “Fuck, yes,” he moaned, pulling his legs up off the floor to dig them into the corners of the mattress, as he pulled the vegetable out slowly, then rocked it back into himself. It slide in easier with every jerk of his wrist, and he cried out, every thrust pushing the cucumber deeper inside of him. He looked down, biting his lip as he tried to see, even if he knew the position he was on would prevent that, and whined sharply when he realized he was spread eagle in front of the mirror.
Onew blushed brightly as he watched himself in the mirror, his eyes darkened from the stage make up, and wet with debauched need, the tight rainbow fabric of the stockings still clinging to his legs, colorful frames in the way they were so whorishly spread, showcasing the way his body yielded for the thick vegetable. He closed his eyes against the image, even as it burned itself in the back of his mind, as he moved the cucumber faster, chocking on a moan as he took it deeper.
“O-oh,” he gasped biting his lip as it brushed against his spot, sending tingles up his spine. “Y-you slut,” he moaned, writhing lightly at the feel of the bumps against his inner walls. Clenching down on it, “So fucking… fucking dirty,” he whined out the words, moving the hand guiding the vegetable faster, crying out loudly as it pressed into his prostate again, dead on this time, and he jerked his ups against it, grinding down to keep it there as he stroked his cock furiously, the moan too loud in the room, with only his gasps and the slick sound of the cucumber moving in and out of him. He curled up, again, twisting the vegetable so his hand wasn’t in the way, and watched as the thick green object speared in and out of him, his mouth falling open as he watched.
“T-that’s right,” he gasped, trying to keep his gaze locked on his hands, but he could barely keep them open. “Fucking take it, whore,” Jinki whined, whole body flushing as he felt himself teetering on the edge, drooling slightly as his eyes slide closed. He just…he needed…with a desperate growl he stroked his cock faster as he pushed the vegetable inside him harder, unrelenting pressure as even more slid inside, the slight pain of pushing himself too far sent him over, his whole body locking up with a too loud cry of pleasure, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train, shooting onto his stomach and chest.
He collapsed onto the bed with a whimper, the aftershocks of his orgasm making his muscles contract around the cucumber, still inside him. He panted heavily as he waited for them to subside, tracing the rim of his opening lightly, blushing harder when he realized he’d somehow gotten about 3/4ths of the cucumber inside him. Jinki gripped the end and tugged lightly, his back arching and a whine forced its way out, the thick vegetable not wanting to leave his body at the moment.
He was too tired to care, anyway, and let his hands fall away, dragging himself up the bed, and slowly lowered his legs, straightening them onto the sheets. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, deciding to wait until he was more relaxed to take it out. Besides, it felt kind of nice.
Onew woke up to the door clicking closed; somehow he’d fallen asleep while he was waiting. He blushed brightly and tried to grab for something, to cover his naked body, the stockings, and cried out in surprise and slight pain. He’d forgotten the cucumber was still inside him.
“Oh, Jinki, shh,” Key said quickly, moving to the bed, and the singer relaxed visibly, even if he was blushing brighter than Taemin’s pants from Lucifer. The dancer gently rolled the older man back onto his side, stroking his lower back gently. “This is why I can’t leave you home alone,” he muttered, kissing Jinki’s shoulder.
“Kibum,” the leader whined, covering his head with a pillow and wishing the Earth would open and swallow him whole. “I’m… c-can you… Help me?” he whispered, blushing harder at the chuckle his request brought.
“Just relax, hyung,” he whispered, sliding his hands down, greedily groping the firm, supple flesh of his ass, and dipping between the older man’s thighs, lifting one of Jinki’s legs up, cooing at the embarrassed whine it drew from him. The diva wrapped a careful hand around the protruding end of the vegetable, sliding his fingers over the stretched rim of his ass slowly. “Wow, hyung, it’s in really deep,” he teased, enjoying the choked noises the leader was making at his touches. He grabbed the vegetable with his hand and pulled, gently sliding the cucumber out almost all the way, ripping a loud, breathy moan from Jinki, who was still hiding under the pillow. But much to the older man’s surprise, instead of pulling it the rest of the way out, the younger boy just slid it back inside.
“F-fuck, Key!” Onew cried out, arching and clawing at the sheets as the dancer started fucking him with the substitute toy, “Ah, Shit, p-please… don’t,” he whined, even as he rocked with the motions of the other boy, “S-stop.”
The younger boy ignored him, twisting the cucumber every time he pulled it out and pushed it back inside, pushing the pillow away to lick at the sweat on Onew’s neck. “God, hyung, you’re just sucking it in, so slick and open,” he chuckled and nipped at the trembling boy. “You always use so much lube.”
The leader shook his head in embarrassment, reaching down to try and grab Key’s wrist, make him stop moving, but his grip was weak, and his hands trembled. Key easily broke his grip, moving the older boys fingers to wrap around his cock, “Stroke yourself, hyung,” the diva purred into his ear, moving Jinki’s hand for him. “Show me how hot it makes you to take this vegetable up your ass.” He grinned and licked over Onew’s ear, enjoying the soft moans the older bot tried to hide. “You always turn into a fucking whore when it comes to your ass.”
Jinki moaned and writhed against Kibum, blush spreading down his chest as he rocked back against the cucumber Key was thrusting into him. It was faster than Jinki would have gone, but it was almost more enjoyable, not having control over it, the almost painful sensation of the bumps and ridges of the vegetable dragging over his entrance, his hand speed up, and he buried his face in one of the pillows, submitting to Key’s hands and his voice, his warm solid body behind him as he brought him closer to climax.
“How does it feel, slut?” the younger boy hissed, pressing his palm against the it rubbing in circles, making the vegetable circle deep inside him, spreading Onew wider. “Its big, isn’t it baby? So big…looks bigger than me. Is it Jinki?” he asked, thrusting it in harder, pushing a little more inside. “Is it bigger than my cock?”
The older boy moaned loudly, crying out yes as he jerked his hips down, sliding a hand up to tease his tip. “A-ah! God, Key, it’s so big… so deep, fuck, please, I need-” he broke off with a desperate whine when the dancer bit him, and pulled away, shoving the vegetable in deep before letting go.
He shifted between Jinki’s legs, carefully hooking them over his shoulders, pulling them up until the leaders thighs rested against his collarbones, the end of the tight rainbow stockings. “I like these,” Key muttered, nipping at the flesh the socks couldn’t quite reach, before sitting up on his knees, lifting Jinki up onto his shoulders, body almost perpendicular to the ground as Key gripped the cucumber and once again started drilling it into the older man.
Jinki screamed at the new position, his body flexible enough to handle it, but the thick vegetable reached deeper inside of him, the bumps rubbing and pressing into his spot with every move. He tensed and trembled, blushing hard when he realized his cock was aimed at his face, but that didn’t stop him from stroking himself faster, feeling like he was caught on the razors edge between ecstasy and insanity. He sobbed Key’s name desperately, trying to move back on the cucumber that pistoning in and out of him relentlessly.
The diva smirked at the older boy, groaning deep in his throat at the mindless look in his eye, crazed with the need to cum. He didn’t care that he’d been brought this close to the edge by a fucking vegetable, hell, he probably wouldn’t care if Taemin walked in right now, and offered to join, all he wanted was to cum. Jinki had always been putty in the face of pure, unabashed, pleasure.
“You’re such a size queen,” Key said, knowing his words would still make an impact on the thrashing mess of a leader. “Your dirty, hungry, asshole wanting, needing anything that will stretch you past your breaking point, huh?” He chuckled at the older man shook his head, “Liar,” he cooed, and licked over his red, abused opening, even as he moved the cucumber faster, purring at the litany of the high pitched gasps the action brought, and did it again, sucking and licking over Jinki’s rim. He got brave and pushed inside next to the thick vegetable, spreading the older man open even more, and pushing him other the edge.
Onew went ridged as his orgasm slammed into him, cumming over his face, inside his mouth as he moaned Key’s name so loud his voice broke. He gasped, sobbing as the younger boy pulled the cucumber from his body, finally, and really started to eat Onew out, Kibum’s wicked, hot tongue working inside his entrance, rubbing at the abused walls, soothing them almost. It was hot and wet, working gently over the still stretched flesh, red from miss use. Jinki whined and pulled at his hair, trying to get him to stop, he was still sensitive. With one last obscene slurp, Key pulled away and let the older boy’s legs down.
“Now,” the younger boy said, straddling his leader’s shoulders as he undid his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking himself desperately, “s-stay still.” the tremor in his voice the only indication that he was close, and Jinki gasped as the hot liquid splashed onto his face before he could understand what was going on. Then Key rolled off of him, onto the side and slumped next to him.
“That cucumber was supposed to be part of our lunch tomorrow,” Hey added, after the both had caught their breath, and Jinki had tugged up a sheet corner enough to wipe his face.
“I’ll buy another one,” the older boy offered weakly, voice strained from over use, and then pouted when Key chuckled at him. “What?”
“If you intent to keep molesting the produce like this, you’ll be buying more than just a one.”
Jinki flushed and wacked at Kibum with the nearest pillow. "I only used it because you didn't bring anything and you yourself were gone..." he muttered, a little embarrassed as he played with his fingers.
Kibum grinned. "Then I'll just have to come prepared next time, huh?" He reached down, and tugged at the fabric of the rainbow socks, letting it go to snap back onto Jinki’s thigh, “I like these, by the way. Very pretty.”
The older man grumbled something and blushed, swatting at his hand as he rolled into the younger’s chest, kissing his neck before nuzzling into his chest. “Brat.”
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