Shut Up (Yet Another JongKey Fanfic)
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Crack, humour, somewhat smut, teeth-rotting fluff
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the following 1642 words.
Summary: It's Kibum's birthday. What do you think.
Warning: Humour and fluffy nonsense with some bondage.
“This is sort of uncomfortable,” Kibum said, tugging on the belt wound around his wrists.
“Shut up,” Jonghyun answered, “you’re the one who wanted to get tied up for your birthday.”
“I wasn’t complaining,” Kibum defended, shifting awkwardly on the bed and ruffling the sheets beneath him. “It’s just a bit... tight.”
“You told me to tie it tight,” Jonghyun drawled, words partly muffled by his shirt as he lifted it over his head.
Kibum rolled his eyes.
“Whatever, the whip is under the bed.”
“The... what?” Jonghyun blabbered, eyes wide.
“Whip. Under the bed,” Kibum replied curtly, impatient by then (when was he not?). “I didn’t want Taemin to find it.”
Jonghyun gave him an incredulous look but went with it, bending over to have a look beneath the bed frame. It was too dark to see anything so he reached out with his hand - only to touch something that was decidedly not a whip.
“Um, Key?” Jonghyun pondered out loud, perplexed (and a bit disgusted) by what he had found. “Why are there empty banana milk bottles under the bed?”
The rustling of sheets stopped at once as Kibum went completely still.
“They weren’t there when I put the whip...” he spoke after a while.
Jonghyun lifted his head to have a look at Key, who looked partly horrified and partly in-denial. Jonghyun tried not to laugh at his expression but let out a snort anyway as he reached further under the bed.
“If my hands weren’t tied, I’d hit you,” Key grumbled, dejected.
Jonghyun finally found the small leather whip, surprised to see a sticky note stuck to the handle. It read “Have fun ;)” in what didn’t look like Kibum’s handwriting.
“Um, Key?” Jonghyun asked for the second time in less than ninety seconds. He climbed onto the bed next to Kibum and held the note to the latter’s face so that he could read it.
“Is that...” he mumbled, frowning, eyes glued to the paper.
“Minho’s handwriting,” Jonghyun finished for him. He could have sworn Key went livid.
“Oh my god,” Key croaked. “Burn it. The whip too.”
Jonghyun chuckled, shifting on the bed so that he was straddling the equally shirtless boy. He stuck the note to the headboard before placing his hands on Kibum’s stomach, still holding the small whip.
“Seriously, under the bed? You should have found a better place to hide it,” Jonghyun probed, teasing because he was finding it strangely amusing to mess with Key, especially when he was tied and lying beneath him.
“Whatever,” Kibum spoke quickly, “shut up and get me naked.”
Jonghyun raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto his face.
“Eager?” he spoke simply, pushing Kibum’s buttons on purpose now.
“Ugg,” Kibum groaned out loud as though this was particularly tedious, “you’re like the worst boyfriend ever.”
Jonghyun’s eyebrows shot up as he stared wide-eyed at Key, who almost looked angry. It was a good thing he was tied, Jonghyun thought.
“How come?”
“I ask you to tie me to the bed for my birthday and you don’t even try to play along.” When Jonghyun only looked at him, perplexed, Kibum continued: “You’re supposed to want to ravish me and should be fucking me into the mattress by now.”
Jonghyun laughed at that and Key looked furious.
“I’m sorry baby, but I just can’t take you seriously like this,” Jonghyun amended, softly stroking Kibum’s side.
“Like what?” Key asked, suddenly disappointed.
“Tied to Taemin’s bed,” the elder explained, “in nothing but your gray sweatpants, SpongeBob socks and -” Jonghyun paused, lowering his free hand to tug on the waistband of Kibum’s pants, exposing pink fabric, “your pink boxers.”
“I thought you loved me,” the younger boy said with a pout, not unhurt.
“You know I do,” Jonghyun answered, leaning down to place a peck onto Kibum’s lips. “Clearly,” he added as he slid down Key’s body to pull off his left SpongeBob sock, to which Key gave an indignant huff that turned into chuckles once Jonghyun started tickling him.
“S-stop!” Kibum ordered, squirming on the sheets and shrieking when Jonghyun attacked his sides, pressing his fingers between Key’s ribs. Kibum tried rolling around to push him off, looking very much like a fish on dry land, but Jonghyun was adamant and began using the whip to tickle him even more.
“Stop it!” he huffed between giggles, panting. He was a kicking, flailing mess, and eventually kneed Jonghyun in the crotch. Jonghyun let out an “oomph” sound and fell to the side of the bed.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Key said quickly, although he was still giggling a little. Jonghyun wasn’t sure if it was because of the tickling or if he was laughing at him. “Are you okay?”
“No,” Jonghyun whimpered, sounding winded with his face buried in the sheets as he protected his manhood from further harm. “Maybe tying you up wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”
“I’m so sorry,” Key repeated, still breathless from laughter but wincing at the thought of what kind of pain Jonghyun was in.
“Yah, stop laughing,” Jonghyun groaned.
Key bit his lip, genuinely sorry.
“Does this mean I’ll top?”
Jonghyun ignored his question - he was more preoccupied with breathing in and out at the moment.
“Just give me a minute,” Jonghyun spoke slowly. “Or two. Or an hour.”
One hour ended up being more like seven minutes - seven minutes during which Key lay awkwardly on the bed, still tied, feeling bad for the other and yet getting impatient.
“Why are we on Taemin’s bed anyway?” Jonghyun asked, slowly regaining his composure.
“Because it was the most convenient.”
Jonghyun raised an eyebrow but knew better than to question him. The elder slowly crawled up to Kibum again.
“Please don’t injure me this time,” he said, not entirely joking.
Kibum rolled his eyes.
“Just get it on, will you?”
“Did you just quote your own lyrics?” Jonghyun asked and Key knew he was fine because of the smirk on his lips.
“Oh my god, please shut up and f-”
“I got it, I got it,” Jonghyun cut him off, smirk still there but it didn’t really matter anymore because next he leaned down to press his lips to Kibum’s.
His gray sweatpants were the first thing to come off and Kibum was semi-grateful that Jonghyun didn’t stop to make fun of his pink boxers again. Perhaps kneeing him where it hurt had taught him a lesson.
Jonghyun’s own pants and briefs followed before he finally stripped Kibum out of his underwear, leaving only the younger boy’s right sock.
Key stealthily tried to roll it off using his other foot because he did not want a beloved cartoon character staring at him during sex, but all coherent thoughts and motives were cut off when Jonghyun ran his tongue over his bottom lip and wrapped a hand around his arousal.
Jonghyun kept teasing, squeezing and tugging slowly until Key was so turned on he had melted beneath him, every move of his hand answered by a soft moan.
“Good?” Jonghyun asked with a grin - cocky, teasing.
“You... ngh,” Key said, or rather tried to, “never shut up, d-do you.”
Jonghyun chuckled, silencing himself and Kibum with another kiss. That was all that was said for a while as Jonghyun slid an arm under the small of Key’s back, words replaced with groans and more moans, slurred vowels and the sound of skin on skin. It was all welcome, judging by the way Kibum had tensed up beneath him only to melt again the next second, and Jonghyun had to admit that having Key like this was incredibly arousing.
He held Kibum’s thigh and pushed it back towards his chest, movements becoming abrupt, rushed, until both their skins became sweaty, breaths coming in short pants. Jonghyun kept moving even after Key had come, fingers squeezing the boy’s thigh tighter and tighter until his muscles went suddenly lax, orgasm ripped from him as his hips and heartbeat stuttered.
Letting out the breath he’d been holding, Jonghyun slumped down over Key, head resting on the pillow above the boy’s shoulder, mind delectably blank. Precious seconds went by during which neither of them could bring themselves to move, content with laying there until the rise and fall of their chests matched.
Eventually, Jonghyun raised to his hands and knees, reaching to untie Key’s bonds. He suddenly felt a pair of plump lips pressing kisses all over his chest and fought back a smile.
“Liked it?” he asked as he untied the younger boy.
“Mmm,” Key hummed, sated and blissed out, brain elsewhere. When Jonghyun finally managed to unfasten him, his arms fell limply onto the pillow next to his head. “I can’t feel my arms though,” he said, scrunching up his nose and making Jonghyun chuckle.
The elder ducked his head and placed small kisses below Kibum’s jaw as he massaged the boy’s wrists, earning more approving hums from Key. He almost sounded like a cat and it made Jonghyun chuckle again.
“Shut up, it feels good.”
“I’m sure it does.”
Jonghyun kept up with the soft kisses until Kibum’s breathing became deep and slow, body relaxed and fingers twitching back to life.
“Jjong?”
“Hmm baby?” he mumbled against Key’s skin.
“Thank you,” Key breathed, sincere.
“My pleasure,” Jonghyun answered, propping himself up on his elbows to look at the younger boy. “Happy birthday,” he said, bumping noses with Key, who then tilted his head to kiss him.
“Actually...” Jonghyun pondered after breaking the kiss, “can I tie you up again for my birthday?”
Key laughed before replying:
“Only if you don’t try and tickle me again.”
“Deal.”
“And if you take off both my socks next time,” Key added, sending a pointed look towards his mismatched feet.
An unrepentant smile stretched Jonghyun’s lips.
“Deal.”
// Sequel
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A/N: Whatisthis. Ide. Askdjfladas;djfsdfa. I tried.
<- Click to see Key’s Spongebob socks, because I notice random things.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALMIGHTY KEY. You really are almighty. And freakin’ awesome. I adore you and respect/admire you all the more for being who you are and nothing less. I wish I could have written something better
And happy birthday to mikssi!!
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Crack, humour, somewhat smut, teeth-rotting fluff
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the following 1642 words.
Summary: It's Kibum's birthday. What do you think.
Warning: Humour and fluffy nonsense with some bondage.
“This is sort of uncomfortable,” Kibum said, tugging on the belt wound around his wrists.
“Shut up,” Jonghyun answered, “you’re the one who wanted to get tied up for your birthday.”
“I wasn’t complaining,” Kibum defended, shifting awkwardly on the bed and ruffling the sheets beneath him. “It’s just a bit... tight.”
“You told me to tie it tight,” Jonghyun drawled, words partly muffled by his shirt as he lifted it over his head.
Kibum rolled his eyes.
“Whatever, the whip is under the bed.”
“The... what?” Jonghyun blabbered, eyes wide.
“Whip. Under the bed,” Kibum replied curtly, impatient by then (when was he not?). “I didn’t want Taemin to find it.”
Jonghyun gave him an incredulous look but went with it, bending over to have a look beneath the bed frame. It was too dark to see anything so he reached out with his hand - only to touch something that was decidedly not a whip.
“Um, Key?” Jonghyun pondered out loud, perplexed (and a bit disgusted) by what he had found. “Why are there empty banana milk bottles under the bed?”
The rustling of sheets stopped at once as Kibum went completely still.
“They weren’t there when I put the whip...” he spoke after a while.
Jonghyun lifted his head to have a look at Key, who looked partly horrified and partly in-denial. Jonghyun tried not to laugh at his expression but let out a snort anyway as he reached further under the bed.
“If my hands weren’t tied, I’d hit you,” Key grumbled, dejected.
Jonghyun finally found the small leather whip, surprised to see a sticky note stuck to the handle. It read “Have fun ;)” in what didn’t look like Kibum’s handwriting.
“Um, Key?” Jonghyun asked for the second time in less than ninety seconds. He climbed onto the bed next to Kibum and held the note to the latter’s face so that he could read it.
“Is that...” he mumbled, frowning, eyes glued to the paper.
“Minho’s handwriting,” Jonghyun finished for him. He could have sworn Key went livid.
“Oh my god,” Key croaked. “Burn it. The whip too.”
Jonghyun chuckled, shifting on the bed so that he was straddling the equally shirtless boy. He stuck the note to the headboard before placing his hands on Kibum’s stomach, still holding the small whip.
“Seriously, under the bed? You should have found a better place to hide it,” Jonghyun probed, teasing because he was finding it strangely amusing to mess with Key, especially when he was tied and lying beneath him.
“Whatever,” Kibum spoke quickly, “shut up and get me naked.”
Jonghyun raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto his face.
“Eager?” he spoke simply, pushing Kibum’s buttons on purpose now.
“Ugg,” Kibum groaned out loud as though this was particularly tedious, “you’re like the worst boyfriend ever.”
Jonghyun’s eyebrows shot up as he stared wide-eyed at Key, who almost looked angry. It was a good thing he was tied, Jonghyun thought.
“How come?”
“I ask you to tie me to the bed for my birthday and you don’t even try to play along.” When Jonghyun only looked at him, perplexed, Kibum continued: “You’re supposed to want to ravish me and should be fucking me into the mattress by now.”
Jonghyun laughed at that and Key looked furious.
“I’m sorry baby, but I just can’t take you seriously like this,” Jonghyun amended, softly stroking Kibum’s side.
“Like what?” Key asked, suddenly disappointed.
“Tied to Taemin’s bed,” the elder explained, “in nothing but your gray sweatpants, SpongeBob socks and -” Jonghyun paused, lowering his free hand to tug on the waistband of Kibum’s pants, exposing pink fabric, “your pink boxers.”
“I thought you loved me,” the younger boy said with a pout, not unhurt.
“You know I do,” Jonghyun answered, leaning down to place a peck onto Kibum’s lips. “Clearly,” he added as he slid down Key’s body to pull off his left SpongeBob sock, to which Key gave an indignant huff that turned into chuckles once Jonghyun started tickling him.
“S-stop!” Kibum ordered, squirming on the sheets and shrieking when Jonghyun attacked his sides, pressing his fingers between Key’s ribs. Kibum tried rolling around to push him off, looking very much like a fish on dry land, but Jonghyun was adamant and began using the whip to tickle him even more.
“Stop it!” he huffed between giggles, panting. He was a kicking, flailing mess, and eventually kneed Jonghyun in the crotch. Jonghyun let out an “oomph” sound and fell to the side of the bed.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Key said quickly, although he was still giggling a little. Jonghyun wasn’t sure if it was because of the tickling or if he was laughing at him. “Are you okay?”
“No,” Jonghyun whimpered, sounding winded with his face buried in the sheets as he protected his manhood from further harm. “Maybe tying you up wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”
“I’m so sorry,” Key repeated, still breathless from laughter but wincing at the thought of what kind of pain Jonghyun was in.
“Yah, stop laughing,” Jonghyun groaned.
Key bit his lip, genuinely sorry.
“Does this mean I’ll top?”
Jonghyun ignored his question - he was more preoccupied with breathing in and out at the moment.
“Just give me a minute,” Jonghyun spoke slowly. “Or two. Or an hour.”
One hour ended up being more like seven minutes - seven minutes during which Key lay awkwardly on the bed, still tied, feeling bad for the other and yet getting impatient.
“Why are we on Taemin’s bed anyway?” Jonghyun asked, slowly regaining his composure.
“Because it was the most convenient.”
Jonghyun raised an eyebrow but knew better than to question him. The elder slowly crawled up to Kibum again.
“Please don’t injure me this time,” he said, not entirely joking.
Kibum rolled his eyes.
“Just get it on, will you?”
“Did you just quote your own lyrics?” Jonghyun asked and Key knew he was fine because of the smirk on his lips.
“Oh my god, please shut up and f-”
“I got it, I got it,” Jonghyun cut him off, smirk still there but it didn’t really matter anymore because next he leaned down to press his lips to Kibum’s.
His gray sweatpants were the first thing to come off and Kibum was semi-grateful that Jonghyun didn’t stop to make fun of his pink boxers again. Perhaps kneeing him where it hurt had taught him a lesson.
Jonghyun’s own pants and briefs followed before he finally stripped Kibum out of his underwear, leaving only the younger boy’s right sock.
Key stealthily tried to roll it off using his other foot because he did not want a beloved cartoon character staring at him during sex, but all coherent thoughts and motives were cut off when Jonghyun ran his tongue over his bottom lip and wrapped a hand around his arousal.
Jonghyun kept teasing, squeezing and tugging slowly until Key was so turned on he had melted beneath him, every move of his hand answered by a soft moan.
“Good?” Jonghyun asked with a grin - cocky, teasing.
“You... ngh,” Key said, or rather tried to, “never shut up, d-do you.”
Jonghyun chuckled, silencing himself and Kibum with another kiss. That was all that was said for a while as Jonghyun slid an arm under the small of Key’s back, words replaced with groans and more moans, slurred vowels and the sound of skin on skin. It was all welcome, judging by the way Kibum had tensed up beneath him only to melt again the next second, and Jonghyun had to admit that having Key like this was incredibly arousing.
He held Kibum’s thigh and pushed it back towards his chest, movements becoming abrupt, rushed, until both their skins became sweaty, breaths coming in short pants. Jonghyun kept moving even after Key had come, fingers squeezing the boy’s thigh tighter and tighter until his muscles went suddenly lax, orgasm ripped from him as his hips and heartbeat stuttered.
Letting out the breath he’d been holding, Jonghyun slumped down over Key, head resting on the pillow above the boy’s shoulder, mind delectably blank. Precious seconds went by during which neither of them could bring themselves to move, content with laying there until the rise and fall of their chests matched.
Eventually, Jonghyun raised to his hands and knees, reaching to untie Key’s bonds. He suddenly felt a pair of plump lips pressing kisses all over his chest and fought back a smile.
“Liked it?” he asked as he untied the younger boy.
“Mmm,” Key hummed, sated and blissed out, brain elsewhere. When Jonghyun finally managed to unfasten him, his arms fell limply onto the pillow next to his head. “I can’t feel my arms though,” he said, scrunching up his nose and making Jonghyun chuckle.
The elder ducked his head and placed small kisses below Kibum’s jaw as he massaged the boy’s wrists, earning more approving hums from Key. He almost sounded like a cat and it made Jonghyun chuckle again.
“Shut up, it feels good.”
“I’m sure it does.”
Jonghyun kept up with the soft kisses until Kibum’s breathing became deep and slow, body relaxed and fingers twitching back to life.
“Jjong?”
“Hmm baby?” he mumbled against Key’s skin.
“Thank you,” Key breathed, sincere.
“My pleasure,” Jonghyun answered, propping himself up on his elbows to look at the younger boy. “Happy birthday,” he said, bumping noses with Key, who then tilted his head to kiss him.
“Actually...” Jonghyun pondered after breaking the kiss, “can I tie you up again for my birthday?”
Key laughed before replying:
“Only if you don’t try and tickle me again.”
“Deal.”
“And if you take off both my socks next time,” Key added, sending a pointed look towards his mismatched feet.
An unrepentant smile stretched Jonghyun’s lips.
“Deal.”
// Sequel
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A/N: Whatisthis. Ide. Askdjfladas;djfsdfa. I tried.
<- Click to see Key’s Spongebob socks, because I notice random things.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALMIGHTY KEY. You really are almighty. And freakin’ awesome. I adore you and respect/admire you all the more for being who you are and nothing less. I wish I could have written something better
And happy birthday to mikssi!!