rock your world
rock your world
nc-17
OKAY. before you read this you should know that it can definitely stand alone, but i wrote it as sort of a spin-off sequel to my girlfriend marshmallowtea's fic blow your mind. and it's really fucking amazing, so you should read it first if you haven't already.
a million different things are running through kibum’s mind as he sits at the kitchen table, eating his breakfast and trying to read the latest issue of his favorite fashion magazine. he thought that the sounds he heard in the other room were his roommate, jinki (just like every other morning). he assumed he was running late for class, not looking up whenever he saw someone coming into the kitchen out of the corner of his eye. it’s when he notices said person drinking orange juice straight from the carton that he finally looks up, because jinki knows that he hates that more than anything, and nearly chokes on his oatmeal.
kim jonghyun is standing in his kitchen, smirking at him with his hair all over the place and wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. while kibum tries to clear out his throat enough to speak jonghyun just takes another long, slow drink, and it gives kibum just enough time to take in the full picture. the bruises. the bite marks. slowly realization dawns on him and he almost chokes all over again despite not having anything in his mouth. wherever jinki is, kibum thinks that he should be happy he isn’t here right now, because if he was he would probably be dead in a matter of seconds. it was bad enough that he had completely disappeared on him before the concert last weekend, but this?
it’s not like he had a claim on jonghyun. he knows that. but he was the one who had dragged jinki along, the one who had told him how amazing jonghyun was, the one who had been dying and dreaming about fucking him since there first time he saw him onstage. out of all the things that could have happened, he never would have imagined that jinki would be the one bringing him home and fucking him. and he wouldn’t imagine that jonghyun would be sliding into the chair opposite him either, still holding the carton of orange juice and giving him that stupid fucking smirk.
“jinki’s in class,” he comments dryly, remembering that it’s friday morning and it’s jinki’s busiest day. he won’t be back until the early evening, so why would he bring someone home? “i know.” even his voice sounds way too fucking cocky, and kibum hates him and jinki and himself and the entire universe because he can still feel his heart beating faster from being so close to his crush. “i like to take my time.” kibum hates it even more when jonghyun casually reaches over the table to help himself to kibum’s spoon and oatmeal, taking a large bite and licking off the excess, making sure to keep eye contact.
fuck it. kibum sets down his newpaper in one loud movement, settling a serious stare on the cocky rockstar in front of him. “did he show you a good time?” he asks, and jonghyun is far too in tune with him to miss the tone in his voice. “mmhm,” he hums happily, putting kibum’s spoon back where he got it.
“i could show you a good time.”
jonghyun grins. he’s not opposed to the idea in the slightest. after all, it isn’t like he and jinki are exclusive. he isn’t exclusive with anyone. and, to put it bluntly, he likes sex.
“i don’t know.” his voice is obviously playful, the grin on his face giving away what he’s really thinking. “your roommate gave me some pretty phenomenal head.”
kibum just snorts, taking jonghyun’s expression as enough of a go ahead and getting up from his chair, moving around to stand in front of jonghyun’s. he rests his hands on the older male’s thighs, leaning closer and trying not to shiver at the way that he can catch the scent of yesterday’s cologne and everything that’s just so jonghyun.
“ever been edged before?”
the question is innocent enough, but the way that kibum practically purrs it isn’t. jonghyun doesn’t say anything, but a split second later fingers are tangling in kibum’s hair and pulling him the rest of the way in for a rough kiss, making his grip on jonghyun’s thighs tighten. he isn’t the best kisser; a little too much tongue and force, but he’s obviously into this and the fact that it’s kim fucking jonghyun makes kibum moan into his mouth already.
it doesn’t last long. kibum grows impatient and pulls back to kiss and bite his way down jonghyun’s neck instead, intent on leaving marks bigger and darker than the ones already there as if it’s some kind of competition. maybe it is, but jonghyun doesn’t seem to mind, judging by how he slides hands down kibum’s sides and reaches around to grab at his ass.
soon enough kibum is on his knees and palming jonghyun’s cock through his boxers, looking up at him with lust filled eyes and a smirk. “you never answered my question.” jonghyun just pulls his cock out of his boxers and starts stroking it slowly, throwing kibum off and giving him another smirk.
“no, i haven’t. so why don’t you make me glad that you’re the first?”
kibum has never been with anyone so full and sure of themselves like this before, but he can’t deny that he fucking loves it. and he’s bent on showing jonghyun just as good of a time as what he promised, knocking his hand out of the way and replacing it with his own instead.
“you’re so thick,” he says, voice dropping into that purr all over again as he slowly strokes jonghyun’s cock, bringing his lips to the head and barely teasing it with his tongue. “i’d love to know what your cock feels like inside me.” he’s delighted at the hiss of pleasure jonghyun gives him, though he isn’t sure if it’s from the words or his touches are both. he doesn’t really care; he just wants to make sure it keeps up.
he starts off slowly, trailing his tongue up the side of jonghyun’s cock and barely taking the tip into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and making sure to watch the way that jonghyun responds to all of it. when he’s done with that kind of teasing he decides to get to it, hollowing his cheeks and taking jonghyun in as far as he’ll go, starting a decent rhythm. just when jonghyun is really starting to get into it he stops, grinning and staring at the precum that’s already leaking out of jonghyun’s cock.
anticipation is practically radiating off of jonghyun, and kibum loves it. he loves that he can tell he really never has been treated like this before, probably used to getting what he wants and fast. that just gives him more satisfaction, and he takes jonghyun’s cock into his mouth again, bobbing a couple of times before pulling back for another long pause. he repeats this process several times, feeling the way that jonghyun is so close but being forced to stay on the edge of it, seeing it in his eyes and the way that his muscles are tightening, and everything about it is so fucking hot he can hardly stand it.
whenever his jaw starts to ache he uses his hand instead, slowly stroking jonghyun’s cock a few times and blinking up at him with now completely lust blown eyes. “mm, yeah, i would love to ride you like this.” he slows his strokes even more so that he’s barely touching jonghyun, and loves feeling the way he’s fighting to keep himself from just thrusting up against his hand. “you’re so hard. and so close, i can tell. i bet if i let you you’d fuck me hard into this floor.”
jonghyun’s fingers are curled tightly around the seat of the chair, gripping onto that instead of kibum’s hair (like he so desperately wants to) because despite the fact that it’s driving him insane he wants this. he’s never experienced anything like this in his life. he’s never had someone so willing and eager to tease him, to keep him on the edge for this long, just trying to see how long it takes for him to break.
it’s like a power struggle, but jonghyun knows that he’s going to lose. once kibum starts using his mouth again it really starts to get dangerous, moans leaving his throat whether he wants them to or not and back arching ever so slightly. he’s so fucking close and it’s amazing and absolutely infuriating. he has to keep himself from whimpering a couple of times whenever kibum pulls back just as he’s really about to tip over the edge, unable to keep his hips from raising even though each time kibum pulls back so completely that it doesn’t offer any sort of help.
“jonghyun.” he doesn’t even realize he’s closed his eyes and let his head start to fall back until kibum is calling his attention back, making him blink a few times to focus. once he does kibum smirks, taking his cock back into his mouth for one slow bob and pulling back again. “i want you to come on my face.” he absolutely loves the way that just those words are enough to make jonghyun’s cock jump slightly from the effort of still trying to hold himself back, so he gives him another few bobs before he decides to really surprise him.
the choked moan and “oh fuck” that he gets when he feels the tip of jonghyun’s cock hit his throat is more than worth it. it’s even better when jonghyun is spiraled into another, louder moan and kibum quickly pulls his head back, stroking jonghyun’s cock quickly with his hand instead and thankful that he’s able to get a glimpse of his expression before closing his eyes. jonghyun’s back is arched almost completely, his eyes on kibum even though it’s obviously taking effort to even keep them open, his thighs shaking hard from the intensity of his orgasm.
it takes a good thirty seconds for him to come back to himself, still panting hard, and it sends another throb of arousal through him when he focuses on kibum again. the sight he’s met with is an amazing one that he never wants to forget; the younger boy smirking at him, eyes still burning with lust and looking all too pleased to have jonghyun’s come across his cheek and chin.
“shit,” jonghyun breathes, and kibum just grins and licks his lips. “you’re so hot, jonghyun,” he says, his voice still in that same low purr from before as he pulls himself back up to his feet, trailing a thumb through the come on his cheek and licking it off slowly.
“why don’t you come with me?” he gives him one more smirk before disappearing down the hallway and into the other bedroom, and for a few moments jonghyun just stares after him before finally getting up. he follows him with a grin on his face, because this was the last thing he could have expected. and damn, with this apartment, he definitely hit the jackpot.
nc-17
OKAY. before you read this you should know that it can definitely stand alone, but i wrote it as sort of a spin-off sequel to my girlfriend marshmallowtea's fic blow your mind. and it's really fucking amazing, so you should read it first if you haven't already.
a million different things are running through kibum’s mind as he sits at the kitchen table, eating his breakfast and trying to read the latest issue of his favorite fashion magazine. he thought that the sounds he heard in the other room were his roommate, jinki (just like every other morning). he assumed he was running late for class, not looking up whenever he saw someone coming into the kitchen out of the corner of his eye. it’s when he notices said person drinking orange juice straight from the carton that he finally looks up, because jinki knows that he hates that more than anything, and nearly chokes on his oatmeal.
kim jonghyun is standing in his kitchen, smirking at him with his hair all over the place and wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. while kibum tries to clear out his throat enough to speak jonghyun just takes another long, slow drink, and it gives kibum just enough time to take in the full picture. the bruises. the bite marks. slowly realization dawns on him and he almost chokes all over again despite not having anything in his mouth. wherever jinki is, kibum thinks that he should be happy he isn’t here right now, because if he was he would probably be dead in a matter of seconds. it was bad enough that he had completely disappeared on him before the concert last weekend, but this?
it’s not like he had a claim on jonghyun. he knows that. but he was the one who had dragged jinki along, the one who had told him how amazing jonghyun was, the one who had been dying and dreaming about fucking him since there first time he saw him onstage. out of all the things that could have happened, he never would have imagined that jinki would be the one bringing him home and fucking him. and he wouldn’t imagine that jonghyun would be sliding into the chair opposite him either, still holding the carton of orange juice and giving him that stupid fucking smirk.
“jinki’s in class,” he comments dryly, remembering that it’s friday morning and it’s jinki’s busiest day. he won’t be back until the early evening, so why would he bring someone home? “i know.” even his voice sounds way too fucking cocky, and kibum hates him and jinki and himself and the entire universe because he can still feel his heart beating faster from being so close to his crush. “i like to take my time.” kibum hates it even more when jonghyun casually reaches over the table to help himself to kibum’s spoon and oatmeal, taking a large bite and licking off the excess, making sure to keep eye contact.
fuck it. kibum sets down his newpaper in one loud movement, settling a serious stare on the cocky rockstar in front of him. “did he show you a good time?” he asks, and jonghyun is far too in tune with him to miss the tone in his voice. “mmhm,” he hums happily, putting kibum’s spoon back where he got it.
“i could show you a good time.”
jonghyun grins. he’s not opposed to the idea in the slightest. after all, it isn’t like he and jinki are exclusive. he isn’t exclusive with anyone. and, to put it bluntly, he likes sex.
“i don’t know.” his voice is obviously playful, the grin on his face giving away what he’s really thinking. “your roommate gave me some pretty phenomenal head.”
kibum just snorts, taking jonghyun’s expression as enough of a go ahead and getting up from his chair, moving around to stand in front of jonghyun’s. he rests his hands on the older male’s thighs, leaning closer and trying not to shiver at the way that he can catch the scent of yesterday’s cologne and everything that’s just so jonghyun.
“ever been edged before?”
the question is innocent enough, but the way that kibum practically purrs it isn’t. jonghyun doesn’t say anything, but a split second later fingers are tangling in kibum’s hair and pulling him the rest of the way in for a rough kiss, making his grip on jonghyun’s thighs tighten. he isn’t the best kisser; a little too much tongue and force, but he’s obviously into this and the fact that it’s kim fucking jonghyun makes kibum moan into his mouth already.
it doesn’t last long. kibum grows impatient and pulls back to kiss and bite his way down jonghyun’s neck instead, intent on leaving marks bigger and darker than the ones already there as if it’s some kind of competition. maybe it is, but jonghyun doesn’t seem to mind, judging by how he slides hands down kibum’s sides and reaches around to grab at his ass.
soon enough kibum is on his knees and palming jonghyun’s cock through his boxers, looking up at him with lust filled eyes and a smirk. “you never answered my question.” jonghyun just pulls his cock out of his boxers and starts stroking it slowly, throwing kibum off and giving him another smirk.
“no, i haven’t. so why don’t you make me glad that you’re the first?”
kibum has never been with anyone so full and sure of themselves like this before, but he can’t deny that he fucking loves it. and he’s bent on showing jonghyun just as good of a time as what he promised, knocking his hand out of the way and replacing it with his own instead.
“you’re so thick,” he says, voice dropping into that purr all over again as he slowly strokes jonghyun’s cock, bringing his lips to the head and barely teasing it with his tongue. “i’d love to know what your cock feels like inside me.” he’s delighted at the hiss of pleasure jonghyun gives him, though he isn’t sure if it’s from the words or his touches are both. he doesn’t really care; he just wants to make sure it keeps up.
he starts off slowly, trailing his tongue up the side of jonghyun’s cock and barely taking the tip into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and making sure to watch the way that jonghyun responds to all of it. when he’s done with that kind of teasing he decides to get to it, hollowing his cheeks and taking jonghyun in as far as he’ll go, starting a decent rhythm. just when jonghyun is really starting to get into it he stops, grinning and staring at the precum that’s already leaking out of jonghyun’s cock.
anticipation is practically radiating off of jonghyun, and kibum loves it. he loves that he can tell he really never has been treated like this before, probably used to getting what he wants and fast. that just gives him more satisfaction, and he takes jonghyun’s cock into his mouth again, bobbing a couple of times before pulling back for another long pause. he repeats this process several times, feeling the way that jonghyun is so close but being forced to stay on the edge of it, seeing it in his eyes and the way that his muscles are tightening, and everything about it is so fucking hot he can hardly stand it.
whenever his jaw starts to ache he uses his hand instead, slowly stroking jonghyun’s cock a few times and blinking up at him with now completely lust blown eyes. “mm, yeah, i would love to ride you like this.” he slows his strokes even more so that he’s barely touching jonghyun, and loves feeling the way he’s fighting to keep himself from just thrusting up against his hand. “you’re so hard. and so close, i can tell. i bet if i let you you’d fuck me hard into this floor.”
jonghyun’s fingers are curled tightly around the seat of the chair, gripping onto that instead of kibum’s hair (like he so desperately wants to) because despite the fact that it’s driving him insane he wants this. he’s never experienced anything like this in his life. he’s never had someone so willing and eager to tease him, to keep him on the edge for this long, just trying to see how long it takes for him to break.
it’s like a power struggle, but jonghyun knows that he’s going to lose. once kibum starts using his mouth again it really starts to get dangerous, moans leaving his throat whether he wants them to or not and back arching ever so slightly. he’s so fucking close and it’s amazing and absolutely infuriating. he has to keep himself from whimpering a couple of times whenever kibum pulls back just as he’s really about to tip over the edge, unable to keep his hips from raising even though each time kibum pulls back so completely that it doesn’t offer any sort of help.
“jonghyun.” he doesn’t even realize he’s closed his eyes and let his head start to fall back until kibum is calling his attention back, making him blink a few times to focus. once he does kibum smirks, taking his cock back into his mouth for one slow bob and pulling back again. “i want you to come on my face.” he absolutely loves the way that just those words are enough to make jonghyun’s cock jump slightly from the effort of still trying to hold himself back, so he gives him another few bobs before he decides to really surprise him.
the choked moan and “oh fuck” that he gets when he feels the tip of jonghyun’s cock hit his throat is more than worth it. it’s even better when jonghyun is spiraled into another, louder moan and kibum quickly pulls his head back, stroking jonghyun’s cock quickly with his hand instead and thankful that he’s able to get a glimpse of his expression before closing his eyes. jonghyun’s back is arched almost completely, his eyes on kibum even though it’s obviously taking effort to even keep them open, his thighs shaking hard from the intensity of his orgasm.
it takes a good thirty seconds for him to come back to himself, still panting hard, and it sends another throb of arousal through him when he focuses on kibum again. the sight he’s met with is an amazing one that he never wants to forget; the younger boy smirking at him, eyes still burning with lust and looking all too pleased to have jonghyun’s come across his cheek and chin.
“shit,” jonghyun breathes, and kibum just grins and licks his lips. “you’re so hot, jonghyun,” he says, his voice still in that same low purr from before as he pulls himself back up to his feet, trailing a thumb through the come on his cheek and licking it off slowly.
“why don’t you come with me?” he gives him one more smirk before disappearing down the hallway and into the other bedroom, and for a few moments jonghyun just stares after him before finally getting up. he follows him with a grin on his face, because this was the last thing he could have expected. and damn, with this apartment, he definitely hit the jackpot.