Blind
Title: Blind
Author: jongmalai
Pairing: KeySica emotion, plus added Jonghyun for spice.
Warnings: Girl topping a boy? If that needs one. Emotional smuttishness.
It’s their second month anniversary; two candlelit dinners, one night of fumbling in the darkness and too many smiles and hands linked together to count in the time since he’d left a note taped to her coffee ice cream (hands off, you need to look fabulous for our date on Friday).
He wraps the blindfold gently around her eyes, slips a strand of blond hair behind her ear (in Key-speak, she knows, that means please and the thought scares her more than she’ll ever admit) and leads her silently somewhere, past the creak of a door and the click of a lock and the jingle of a key on a necklace. The blindfold slips away from her eyes and she smiles brightly, expecting a cake or a present or a new dress, not expecting to see a bed and darkness and an undressing Key who’s gripping a vibrator and she almost slaps him (she’s no common whore) until she sees the slips of leather cascading from the sides and the pained movement of Key’s long legs as his jeans pool on the floor.
She’s speechless for a second, nearly turns to run, before Key slips underneath the covers of the bed silently and the click of the lock popping open in her hand makes his fists clench. The rise and fall of his chest is barely visible, but the humiliated tinge of his cheeks is, and Jessica outright panics for an entire minute before she takes two steps, one two, and is kissing him rather wetly and sloppily but with everything she can’t manage to say.
Key’s hands drift hesitantly up her arms, slowly peel away the layers of cloth and inhibitions before he skims warm fingertips along her skin and she’s breathing, doesn’t even know how long it takes to in-ex-hale or how many times but it doesn’t really matter once she wraps the cloth around his eyes and the leather around her waist.
He ducks his head and clenches the headboard in his bloodless knuckles, shuddering and breaking out in goosebumps when she pushes her way inside of him. His breath stutters, holds, a gasp and non-syllables spilling from his mouth like the tears he’s trying desperately to muffle in the crook of his elbow. “J-J-ah-“ He gasps, breath hitching and hips moving feebly, every second carving cracks in her heart until it shatters as he does, too.
She can’t bear to look at him anymore, because he’s stopped doing that a long time ago.
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JongKeySica, weirdly enough. Jessica is emotionally attached to Key, who loves Jessica but is in love with Jonghyun.
If the last line comes out of nowhere for you, she's blindfolded at first (doesn't realize Key's feelings, where this is going) but as they start this thing Key is the one who can't see what he's doing, what a slippery slope it is to pretend.
Author: jongmalai
Pairing: KeySica emotion, plus added Jonghyun for spice.
Warnings: Girl topping a boy? If that needs one. Emotional smuttishness.
It’s their second month anniversary; two candlelit dinners, one night of fumbling in the darkness and too many smiles and hands linked together to count in the time since he’d left a note taped to her coffee ice cream (hands off, you need to look fabulous for our date on Friday).
He wraps the blindfold gently around her eyes, slips a strand of blond hair behind her ear (in Key-speak, she knows, that means please and the thought scares her more than she’ll ever admit) and leads her silently somewhere, past the creak of a door and the click of a lock and the jingle of a key on a necklace. The blindfold slips away from her eyes and she smiles brightly, expecting a cake or a present or a new dress, not expecting to see a bed and darkness and an undressing Key who’s gripping a vibrator and she almost slaps him (she’s no common whore) until she sees the slips of leather cascading from the sides and the pained movement of Key’s long legs as his jeans pool on the floor.
She’s speechless for a second, nearly turns to run, before Key slips underneath the covers of the bed silently and the click of the lock popping open in her hand makes his fists clench. The rise and fall of his chest is barely visible, but the humiliated tinge of his cheeks is, and Jessica outright panics for an entire minute before she takes two steps, one two, and is kissing him rather wetly and sloppily but with everything she can’t manage to say.
Key’s hands drift hesitantly up her arms, slowly peel away the layers of cloth and inhibitions before he skims warm fingertips along her skin and she’s breathing, doesn’t even know how long it takes to in-ex-hale or how many times but it doesn’t really matter once she wraps the cloth around his eyes and the leather around her waist.
He ducks his head and clenches the headboard in his bloodless knuckles, shuddering and breaking out in goosebumps when she pushes her way inside of him. His breath stutters, holds, a gasp and non-syllables spilling from his mouth like the tears he’s trying desperately to muffle in the crook of his elbow. “J-J-ah-“ He gasps, breath hitching and hips moving feebly, every second carving cracks in her heart until it shatters as he does, too.
She can’t bear to look at him anymore, because he’s stopped doing that a long time ago.
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JongKeySica, weirdly enough. Jessica is emotionally attached to Key, who loves Jessica but is in love with Jonghyun.
If the last line comes out of nowhere for you, she's blindfolded at first (doesn't realize Key's feelings, where this is going) but as they start this thing Key is the one who can't see what he's doing, what a slippery slope it is to pretend.