[fic] everyone/Key - SHINee - Getting Uncontrollable - oneshot
Title: Getting Uncontrollable
Author: fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Warnings: uhm. p0rn?
Pairing: Minho/Key, Jonghyun/Key, Taemin/Key, Onew/Key (lmao, read: everyone bangs Key)
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kibum really doesn’t know how things turn from a perfectly innocent music video shooting into something not-at-all-innocent. Not that he’ll complain, no. 4030 words. it’s a PWP okay don’t expect a grand plot
Comments: uhm. this is for meriseth who bullied poked me into writing ot5 smut. then again this is less an ot5 and more an everyone-wants-(and-gets)-Key 8D WHAT CAN I SAY I AM BIASED. hence also the visible Minkey-bias within but trust me, everyone gets their share. this is horribly self-indulgent and entirely Key-focused dun dun dun. enjoy? :D
It really should take Kibum by surprise when he feels a pair of arms wrap around his midsection, but he’s been in this group for so long that no random bouts of hugging and poking really have any effect anymore. What does surprise him though is the way Minho’s soft lips press on his neck, words murmured against his skin. “What are you up to?”
“What does it look like I’m up to?” Kibum answers with an eyeroll. He turns around in Minho’s arms, only to be pulled even closer against him, and while he doesn’t exactly mind the gesture, he doesn’t think this is the right place or time for it. “We’re filming a music video, in case you haven’t noticed.” He places his palms on Minho’s chest and as much as he doesn’t want to, he knows this needs to stop right now. “Let go of me, Minho. Someone will see and we’ll get in trouble.”
“No one will see,” Minho says and Kibum just has the time to take a quick look around in the apparently completely empty room before his lips are claimed passionately. Minho doesn’t waste any time, but parts Kibum’s lips with his tongue and there’s nothing else to do but to succumb to it. It sends a shiver down Kibum’s spine and he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he kind of has a thing for the threat of getting caught. Why else would he stand there in the middle of the large hall, surrounded by props and cameras and lights, allowing his boyfriend to kiss him senseless.
There’s always been something magical in the way Minho kisses and it makes Kibum weak in the knees, makes his head spin and arousal flare in the pit of his stomach. It should be illegal for a person to be this addictive but Kibum can’t do anything to resist. The only thing that makes it better is that he knows it’s equally bad the other way around. It’s more than easy for them to fall into it, to let the next kiss follow again and again.
Suddenly there are large palms on Kibum’s hips, fingers pressing into the fabric of his pants as the hold tightens. It takes him a moment to find a coherent thought, to figure out how the hell it’s possible Minho’s hands are on his back and at the same time on his hips. When it really sinks in he’s jolted back from the kiss, eyes wide as his head snaps around to look over his shoulder. “Jonghyun! Damn, you scared me.”
It’s a little bit alarming, to say the least, how Jonghyun just steps closer to him with that shit-eating grin stretched over his lips. He’s never up to anything good when he looks like that. The next thing Kibum knows is that his friend presses his lips on his jaw, mouthing a trail lower to his neck. When Jonghyun scrapes his teeth over the sensitive spot under Kibum’s ear, he can’t hold back a full-body shudder that follows.
Minho kisses him again, then, hard and unrelenting. It’s like he wants to remind Kibum of something, to stake a claim and make sure he remembers. Minho’s grinning when he pulls back though, his pupils blown wide as he looks straight at Kibum and brushes his thumb over his bottom lip. “Why don’t you show Jonghyun how good you are with that perfect mouth of yours?” He speaks lowly, the words rumbling from his chest and that alone is such a turn on it makes Kibum want to agree to anything.
“Sure,” Kibum says, the only answer he can manage besides a shaky nod. Minho pulls away then, looking straight at Kibum as he walks backwards to the large armchair a few feet away. Not that Kibum has a lot of time to focus on that, not with the way Jonghyun tightens his hold on his hips and spins him around, grinning at him as their noses bump.
He doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t need to. Kibum can’t believe himself. He really doesn’t know what’s going on. It’s not like he’s stupid, but at the same time his limbs are moving on their own and he’s kneeling down on the floor, holding Jonghyun’s gaze all the while. He can already smell Jonghyun’s arousal, see the straining bulge in his pants and experimentally he runs his fingers over it.
Jonghyun moans, deep in his throat. He widens his stance a little, his shoes squeaking against the hard floor oddly audibly. The gesture works as an invitation since Kibum is already working the pants open, tugging on the buttons that don’t want to come undone. He’s glad to notice Jonghyun isn’t wearing anything underneath, making it easier to free his cock from the confines of the fabric.
It’s not the first time Kibum’s giving head, but it’s the first time he’s faced with Jonghyun’s dick, hard and aching to be touched. Experimentally he gives it a few short strokes, each one eliciting a reaction of some kind from Jonghyun, be it a shiver or a gasp. Urged on by that, Kibum leans in and brushes his lips on the underside, licks a stripe along the large vein and ends the trail by enclosing his mouth over the very head.
The sound Jonghyun makes is hardly human, his fingers finding their way into Kibum’s hair to tug on the soft strands. Kibum wants to protest, they spent a long time curling his hair for the music video shoot. But then again he’s already on his knees sucking off his best friend so he supposes that’s not exactly the most relevant thing he could focus on right now.
Just when Kibum moves to slide more of Jonghyun’s cock into his mouth there’s a choked sound that decidedly doesn’t come from Jonghyun, and doesn’t sound anything like Minho either. Kibum spots movement from the corner of his eyes and it doesn’t take him more than a split second to recognize Taemin. His first instinct is to pull back abruptly but Jonghyun is holding him tight by his hair and he doesn’t exactly want the strands to be pulled off.
Two heartbeats of hesitation after, Kibum realizes that Taemin doesn’t seem to be shocked by the display in the slightest. Instead he’s standing there, not even blinking as he watches the scene unfold, shamelessly touching himself through his pants. That makes Kibum shudder and he closes his eyes for a split second to collect what’s left of his self-control.
Kibum would have never thought this is such a turn on for him. Already the fact that he knows Minho is watching, and not only watching but approving of all this, dictating everything, makes it even better for him. As if it isn’t intense to begin with. He knows that Jonghyun’s pleasure, his release, depends entirely on him right now and he has the power to give or take. It might sound backwards to feel empowered on your knees sucking dick, but that’s exactly how he feels. It’s exhilarating, a power trip.
So Kibum sets out to give his all. He knows just exactly how Minho enjoys it and he tries to use that knowledge, to see what it is that pushes Jonghyun to the edge fastest. Experimentally he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive flesh, something that always makes Minho’s knees go weak within a second, but the grunt it emits from Jonghyun isn’t all pleased. No teeth, then, Kibum decides, sucking hard as if to apologize.
Much like before, Kibum is suddenly startled by a pair of large palms on his sides, sliding around his waist. It doesn’t take long for him to realize it’s Jinki, the familiarity of the presence sinking into his consciousness. Jinki is on a mission. He pushes his hands underneath Kibum’s shirt, somehow knowing all the right places to touch and tease, before he sets out to open Kibum’s pants instead. Surprisingly swiftly he’s done and hooks his thumbs in the belt loops, getting the garment down the curve of Kibum’s hips.
As best as he can, Kibum still tries to focus on the task at hand, on bringing Jonghyun as close to the edge as possible only to tease him, to build up his pleasure until he would finally make him explode. It seems that Jinki is dead set on distracting him, though. As if the slow, teasing touches hadn’t already been enough, soon Jinki abandons that completely in favour of sliding a slicked finger inside of Kibum.
Kibum would be lying if he said this isn’t absolutely amazing. He sucks, cheeks hollow, until Jonghyun snaps and grabs his head tight to start fucking his throat in slow, smooth thrusts. At the same time Jinki is fingering him, making him see stars as he nearly chokes around Jonghyun’s cock. Distantly Kibum hears someone moaning, registers muffled gasps and throaty sighs. He doesn’t know who it is making those sounds, though, and he is not going to pull back to see, not now.
It feels like mere blinks of an eye later when Jonghyun’s thighs start to quake from the effort, his whole being shivering along to the sensations. He tugs on Kibum’s hair as he pushes deep into his mouth two, three times more, before pulling off completely. With a few quick strokes of his arousal he comes in thick ropes over Kibum’s face, the white stains sticking on smooth skin, gluing on Kibum’s eyelashes. Kibum could swear there’s some of it in his hair, too, but he doesn’t get the chance to check. He looks up, only registering the smirk Jonghyun gives him, before he’s suddenly pulled backwards against Jinki’s strong chest.
“Relax,” Jinki murmurs and it’s easier said than done. Not because Kibum would feel uncomfortable but because he’s already so goddamn wound up, teetering close to the edge from the way he’s been teased. He can still taste Jonghyun, lingering on his tongue, and when he tilts his head to the side his lips are instantly claimed. Jinki kisses with a notch of desperation, but still ever so gentle, always considerate.
With that distraction Kibum barely notices when his pants are pulled down completely, discarded somewhere to the side. Only when thin fingers grasp his ankles he startles enough to withdraw from the kiss. It’s Taemin, kneeling between his legs as he pushes them up, until Kibum is practically folded in half. Briefly Kibum wonders if he’s always been this flexible but it’s only a fleeting thought, gone the instant Jinki traps him down. Jinki’s arms are over Kibum’s shoulders so he reaches his thighs, grabbing the soft flesh tight to keep him in position.
This is all kinds of new, and Kibum can literally feel his heartbeat speed up. Jinki holds him so close he can barely move, if one doesn’t count the slight squirming against the older man’s body. Even more exciting is the way Taemin looks at him, though, all smouldering gaze, pupils blown wide with sheer lust.
“You have no idea,” Taemin whispers right against Kibum’s lips, refusing to kiss him even when Kibum strains his neck to bring their mouths together. “No idea how hot you look like this. Waiting for me, begging for me.” He trails his fingertips along Kibum’s inner thigh, all the way from his knee to his crotch, bypassing his erection to instead draw random patterns on his lower stomach.
Kibum tries his best to focus on anything that isn’t the teasing touch, since it makes him ache in ways he hadn’t even thought possible. He closes his eyes and focuses on Jinki’s heavy breathing right beside his ear, trying to match it with his own. It’s because of that he doesn’t register Taemin moving closer. Suddenly, Taemin has shifted and presses his hips down, pushing his cock inside of Kibum in one smooth thrust.
Instantly Kibum’s eyes fly wide, breath hitching in his throat before he holds it and focuses on the sensations of being filled so intimately. Taemin moves slow, so teasingly slow that it’s almost torture, even if he keeps angling his thrusts just right to hit the perfect spot inside of Kibum. His long hair is hanging loose, tickling the skin of Kibum’s neck when Taemin leans over him to lick across his lips. He still doesn’t let it evolve into a proper kiss, denying it every single time.
At least Taemin begins to pick up the force of his thrusts, pushing Kibum harder against Jinki. It turns Kibum on even more, especially since he can feel how hard Jinki is as well, can feel the straining bulge in those pants when it rubs on his lower back. As if that isn’t enough indication of what’s going through Jinki, there are also the melodious moans that slip from his full lips, the sounds resonating in the air before they seem to shoot right into Kibum’s bloodflow.
When Taemin leans in to scrape his teeth over Kibum’s jawline, it makes something inside Kibum snap. “Touch me,” he rasps out even though it feels like his throat is as dry as Sahara, every syllable a fight to get out. “God, Taemin, touch me.”
Taemin doesn’t. Instead he slows down his movements almost as a punishment for such an impudent request, and makes Kibum mewl in sheer frustration. Kibum turns his head then, cranes his neck to look to the side, until his eyes meet Minho’s again. He’s been aware of Minho’s presence the whole time, the knowledge of that gaze on him somewhere in the back of his skull throughout everything. Still, now that he actually sees it, sees the need in Minho’s whole posture, it’s like a punch in the gut.
“Minho,” Kibum tries, even though the other man’s name leaves his lips in a faint sound that is far from the steely, commanding tone he was aiming for. “Minho, make him touch me. I need it.”
The only response he gains is a smirk. Minho shakes his head slowly, and it makes Kibum roll his eyes. He groans, the sound something between pained and just incredibly irritated, as he lets the back of his skull fall on Jinki’s shoulder again. “You bitch,” he mutters but he knows Minho won’t pay any attention to it. They’re playing by Minho’s rules now, and it’s not going to change anytime soon.
At least Taemin picks up the pace again, slamming his hips against Kibum’s ass harder with each thrust. It’s good, so good, almost enough but still leaves Kibum hanging in the end. He’s ready to scream out of frustration when he feels Taemin tense against him and sink his teeth in the side of his neck, a second later a hot gush filling him when Taemin comes deep inside.
Kibum is so hard it hurts. He winces slightly when he feels Taemin pull back and slip out of him, aided by the slickness of his own release. It leaves Kibum feeling so unbearably empty he squirms on his place, against the iron grip Jinki still has of him. The movement elicits a set of needy whimpers from Jinki but he makes no move to change anything in the situation, much to Kibum’s surprise.
Then Minho is right there. He’s kneeling in front of Kibum, looking at him with all the fires of the world in his eyes, as he reaches out and pulls him away from Jinki’s grasp. Kibum nearly sags against Minho’s chest as they kiss, and when Minho pulls him closer Kibum can’t deny himself from rubbing against him to gain some friction on his cock.
“You’re so needy, Kibum,” Minho smirks as he pulls back, and uses the moment to quickly get rid of Kibum’s shirt for him. He’s wearing all of his clothes himself, even if his jeans are tugged open, and for a second Kibum thinks it’s kind of odd how he’s the only truly naked person in the room.
The words make his temper flare up, though, and he lands a weak punch on Minho’s chest. “Whose fault is that, you prick!” He knows his angry expression doesn’t exactly go well with the way he’s still rocking his hips against Minho’s, enjoying the friction of rough denim on his erection, even if it’s almost too much to take right now.
“You’ll love me in the end, trust me,” Minho smirks and captures Kibum’s lips again, practically devouring him. Kibum wants to argue, wants to say he doesn’t trust sadistic assholes, wants to say he’d better get what he wants before he rips someone a new one. Still, in the end, he knows that he’s enjoying this and that he’ll get exactly what he’s after, eventually. So he simply melts into the kiss, rests his hands on Minho’s shoulders and goes with it.
When they break apart Kibum’s breathing is considerably more laboured, the ache in his groin more present than ever. He’s pretty much ready to ask for it, but thankfully he doesn’t need to say anything before Minho takes over again with a short command. “Get on your knees.”
He doesn’t even wait for Kibum to react before grabbing his hips and damn near manhandling him on the floor. Kibum presses his forehead against the cool wooden surface as he folds his arms to lean on them, his ass high in the air. The position alone makes him feel like an offering but he doesn’t need to wait for long for it to be accepted. Minho’s familiar presence is right behind him in mere seconds, and equally soon he’s already pushing inside of him.
The stretch is intense and Kibum bites his lower lip until it draws blood, a whimper escaping him on its own. Not because it’d hurt, since it doesn’t, but because this is what he wants, what he needs, what he yearns for right now. Minho doesn’t stop before he’s fully sheathed in, but when they’re flush against one another he stills completely for long enough to make Kibum squirm.
Minho’s warm hands are resting on Kibum’s hips and he keeps rubbing slow circles on smooth skin with his thumbs, until he begins sliding his palms up the pale expanse of Kibum’s back. Once one hand is resting between Kibum’s shoulder blades he presses down, makes him arch his back in a way that changes the angle of penetration slightly.
It makes Kibum splutter with the way his whole body convulses, the stimulation just right to send waves of pleasure coursing through his consciousness. It gets even better from there, when Minho actually begins to fuck him in earnest and makes sure to slam home every single time. The floor is hard and uncomfortable underneath Kibum’s knees but he doesn’t really even notice, nor the way his elbows get friction burns form sliding against the floorboards. He has more important things to focus on.
They are familiar enough with each other’s bodies, with one another’s likes and dislikes, for this to be a nearly perfect dance of give and take between them. Kibum keeps pushing back against Minho to urge him on, arches his back and tightens his body to further intensify everything for them both. Meanwhile Minho does more than his part, his fingers tangling in Kibum’s silky hair as he holds him in position to be able to fuck him like this.
Then, finally, fucking finally, Kibum feels the familiar tinge of an upcoming orgasm in the pit of his stomach. He nearly screams when it hits him for good, the rush of pleasure drowning out everything else for a few blissful seconds. Minho keeps on slamming into him time and time again, enhancing the feelings for him until it’s almost painful for his oversensitive nerves. It’s so worth the wait, though, so worth the wait. Feeling Minho come inside of him makes Kibum shudder yet another time, a low moan slipping from his reddened and bruised lips.
When Minho pulls back Kibum allows himself to collapse on the floor, panting harshly. He rolls over on his back, feeling completely boneless and unwilling to move a muscle. He’s thoroughly well-fucked, completely debauched with his chest heaving and cheeks flushed, hair rumpled and stained with Jonghyun’s come. It’s like every part of him is overly sensitive to touch and he moans as he spreads his legs a little wider, aware of the sticky mixture of Taemin’s and Minho’s release that’s leaking out of him.
He should have known this isn’t the end.
It takes Kibum a moment to focus back to reality when soft lips land on his own, the kiss starting slow and languid but soon turning into something considerably more passionate, desperate enough that Kibum has troubles to keep up with it. Instinctively he shifts a bit when Jinki presses closer to him, hands on his thighs to spread them further apart. Kibum knows what he wants and even though every touch is like burning on his skin he isn’t going to decline.
Kibum is still stretched wide from the earlier encounters but nothing could’ve prepared him for what follows when Jinki fucks him slow. Kibum has always known Jinki is the most sizeable of them all, but he hadn’t expected it to feel quite like this, quite this intense. At first it hurts and his hands fly to Jinki’s back, nails digging into skin so hard he leaves red welts behind. He feels so impossibly full and when Jinki finally picks up the pace, carefully, he finds himself pushing back against him.
Jinki is panting against Kibum’s neck as he guides Kibum’s legs around his hips, seeking for a better angle for penetration to sink in even deeper, those few extra millimetres. Kibum doesn’t complain but instead revels on the feeling of being stretched wider than ever. He could’ve sworn his body was too spent to react in any way but nevertheless he finds himself growing hard again, until it feels like he never found release to begin with.
All too soon Jinki’s hips stutter and his thrusts grow erratic, losing the rhythm before he comes hard and leaves Kibum filled for the third time that day. It draws a string of curses from Kibum since by now he’s practically begging for release again, yearning for it with every fibre of his being. Distantly he feels Jinki pull away, hears a shuffle of movements and voices, before Minho’s familiar scent fills his world again.
“Minho, please,” Kibum whispers, his eyelids fluttering close -
- only to snap open the next second.
Except Kibum is alone. He’s lying in his bed, chest heaving and cheeks flushed, clutching his pillow against his chest so hard his fingers hurt from the tight grip. It takes him only a second to realize he’s managed to come in his pants embarrassingly like a teenager, and is achingly hard again. He’s been rubbing against the pillow and the edge of his bed, trying to relieve the tension from within.
This now sucks on so many levels Kibum has no words for it. Not only is the new concept messing with his head, obviously, making him go slightly mad by having wet dreams about his groupmates, but he is also horny as fuck and needs to do something about it. He knows he will wake the others up if he tries to sneak into Minho’s bed and demand he compensate - after all it had been dream-Minho’s plan so he can take it out on the real-Minho, right?
With a frustrated groan Kibum heaves himself up from his bed. He stretches his fingers to make them work again, to recreate the bloodflow properly. He stands up and as silently as he can he pads over to Minho, shakes him awake and kisses him before there can be any audible protests. “Come with me,” he orders in a whisper and Minho follows, even though he gives an adorably sleepy confused look.
That look would soon be wiped away. Kibum would make sure of it. He’d get exactly what he wants before either of them gets back to sleep.
It was only fair.
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(4030 words)
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oh-kays I never said I can write smut 8| it’s definitely not my best but at least I tried? and I wanted to, ok. it’s because Key is gorgeous and he does things to my brain and I can’t stop. plus I am completely convinced everyone wants him yep yep.
please ignore the lame and cliché plot. it’s not like there’s much of it anyway.
\o/?
I feel like I always complain about it but I’m constantly dying to write but hardly ever have enough inspiration for it :| would anyone be interested in a drabble/ficlet request post or smth? (tho I’m so picky with pairings it might be hard. idk.)
oh and title stolen from this . I love her.
@DW.
Author: fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Warnings: uhm. p0rn?
Pairing: Minho/Key, Jonghyun/Key, Taemin/Key, Onew/Key (lmao, read: everyone bangs Key)
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kibum really doesn’t know how things turn from a perfectly innocent music video shooting into something not-at-all-innocent. Not that he’ll complain, no. 4030 words. it’s a PWP okay don’t expect a grand plot
Comments: uhm. this is for meriseth who bullied poked me into writing ot5 smut. then again this is less an ot5 and more an everyone-wants-(and-gets)-Key 8D WHAT CAN I SAY I AM BIASED. hence also the visible Minkey-bias within but trust me, everyone gets their share. this is horribly self-indulgent and entirely Key-focused dun dun dun. enjoy? :D
It really should take Kibum by surprise when he feels a pair of arms wrap around his midsection, but he’s been in this group for so long that no random bouts of hugging and poking really have any effect anymore. What does surprise him though is the way Minho’s soft lips press on his neck, words murmured against his skin. “What are you up to?”
“What does it look like I’m up to?” Kibum answers with an eyeroll. He turns around in Minho’s arms, only to be pulled even closer against him, and while he doesn’t exactly mind the gesture, he doesn’t think this is the right place or time for it. “We’re filming a music video, in case you haven’t noticed.” He places his palms on Minho’s chest and as much as he doesn’t want to, he knows this needs to stop right now. “Let go of me, Minho. Someone will see and we’ll get in trouble.”
“No one will see,” Minho says and Kibum just has the time to take a quick look around in the apparently completely empty room before his lips are claimed passionately. Minho doesn’t waste any time, but parts Kibum’s lips with his tongue and there’s nothing else to do but to succumb to it. It sends a shiver down Kibum’s spine and he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he kind of has a thing for the threat of getting caught. Why else would he stand there in the middle of the large hall, surrounded by props and cameras and lights, allowing his boyfriend to kiss him senseless.
There’s always been something magical in the way Minho kisses and it makes Kibum weak in the knees, makes his head spin and arousal flare in the pit of his stomach. It should be illegal for a person to be this addictive but Kibum can’t do anything to resist. The only thing that makes it better is that he knows it’s equally bad the other way around. It’s more than easy for them to fall into it, to let the next kiss follow again and again.
Suddenly there are large palms on Kibum’s hips, fingers pressing into the fabric of his pants as the hold tightens. It takes him a moment to find a coherent thought, to figure out how the hell it’s possible Minho’s hands are on his back and at the same time on his hips. When it really sinks in he’s jolted back from the kiss, eyes wide as his head snaps around to look over his shoulder. “Jonghyun! Damn, you scared me.”
It’s a little bit alarming, to say the least, how Jonghyun just steps closer to him with that shit-eating grin stretched over his lips. He’s never up to anything good when he looks like that. The next thing Kibum knows is that his friend presses his lips on his jaw, mouthing a trail lower to his neck. When Jonghyun scrapes his teeth over the sensitive spot under Kibum’s ear, he can’t hold back a full-body shudder that follows.
Minho kisses him again, then, hard and unrelenting. It’s like he wants to remind Kibum of something, to stake a claim and make sure he remembers. Minho’s grinning when he pulls back though, his pupils blown wide as he looks straight at Kibum and brushes his thumb over his bottom lip. “Why don’t you show Jonghyun how good you are with that perfect mouth of yours?” He speaks lowly, the words rumbling from his chest and that alone is such a turn on it makes Kibum want to agree to anything.
“Sure,” Kibum says, the only answer he can manage besides a shaky nod. Minho pulls away then, looking straight at Kibum as he walks backwards to the large armchair a few feet away. Not that Kibum has a lot of time to focus on that, not with the way Jonghyun tightens his hold on his hips and spins him around, grinning at him as their noses bump.
He doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t need to. Kibum can’t believe himself. He really doesn’t know what’s going on. It’s not like he’s stupid, but at the same time his limbs are moving on their own and he’s kneeling down on the floor, holding Jonghyun’s gaze all the while. He can already smell Jonghyun’s arousal, see the straining bulge in his pants and experimentally he runs his fingers over it.
Jonghyun moans, deep in his throat. He widens his stance a little, his shoes squeaking against the hard floor oddly audibly. The gesture works as an invitation since Kibum is already working the pants open, tugging on the buttons that don’t want to come undone. He’s glad to notice Jonghyun isn’t wearing anything underneath, making it easier to free his cock from the confines of the fabric.
It’s not the first time Kibum’s giving head, but it’s the first time he’s faced with Jonghyun’s dick, hard and aching to be touched. Experimentally he gives it a few short strokes, each one eliciting a reaction of some kind from Jonghyun, be it a shiver or a gasp. Urged on by that, Kibum leans in and brushes his lips on the underside, licks a stripe along the large vein and ends the trail by enclosing his mouth over the very head.
The sound Jonghyun makes is hardly human, his fingers finding their way into Kibum’s hair to tug on the soft strands. Kibum wants to protest, they spent a long time curling his hair for the music video shoot. But then again he’s already on his knees sucking off his best friend so he supposes that’s not exactly the most relevant thing he could focus on right now.
Just when Kibum moves to slide more of Jonghyun’s cock into his mouth there’s a choked sound that decidedly doesn’t come from Jonghyun, and doesn’t sound anything like Minho either. Kibum spots movement from the corner of his eyes and it doesn’t take him more than a split second to recognize Taemin. His first instinct is to pull back abruptly but Jonghyun is holding him tight by his hair and he doesn’t exactly want the strands to be pulled off.
Two heartbeats of hesitation after, Kibum realizes that Taemin doesn’t seem to be shocked by the display in the slightest. Instead he’s standing there, not even blinking as he watches the scene unfold, shamelessly touching himself through his pants. That makes Kibum shudder and he closes his eyes for a split second to collect what’s left of his self-control.
Kibum would have never thought this is such a turn on for him. Already the fact that he knows Minho is watching, and not only watching but approving of all this, dictating everything, makes it even better for him. As if it isn’t intense to begin with. He knows that Jonghyun’s pleasure, his release, depends entirely on him right now and he has the power to give or take. It might sound backwards to feel empowered on your knees sucking dick, but that’s exactly how he feels. It’s exhilarating, a power trip.
So Kibum sets out to give his all. He knows just exactly how Minho enjoys it and he tries to use that knowledge, to see what it is that pushes Jonghyun to the edge fastest. Experimentally he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive flesh, something that always makes Minho’s knees go weak within a second, but the grunt it emits from Jonghyun isn’t all pleased. No teeth, then, Kibum decides, sucking hard as if to apologize.
Much like before, Kibum is suddenly startled by a pair of large palms on his sides, sliding around his waist. It doesn’t take long for him to realize it’s Jinki, the familiarity of the presence sinking into his consciousness. Jinki is on a mission. He pushes his hands underneath Kibum’s shirt, somehow knowing all the right places to touch and tease, before he sets out to open Kibum’s pants instead. Surprisingly swiftly he’s done and hooks his thumbs in the belt loops, getting the garment down the curve of Kibum’s hips.
As best as he can, Kibum still tries to focus on the task at hand, on bringing Jonghyun as close to the edge as possible only to tease him, to build up his pleasure until he would finally make him explode. It seems that Jinki is dead set on distracting him, though. As if the slow, teasing touches hadn’t already been enough, soon Jinki abandons that completely in favour of sliding a slicked finger inside of Kibum.
Kibum would be lying if he said this isn’t absolutely amazing. He sucks, cheeks hollow, until Jonghyun snaps and grabs his head tight to start fucking his throat in slow, smooth thrusts. At the same time Jinki is fingering him, making him see stars as he nearly chokes around Jonghyun’s cock. Distantly Kibum hears someone moaning, registers muffled gasps and throaty sighs. He doesn’t know who it is making those sounds, though, and he is not going to pull back to see, not now.
It feels like mere blinks of an eye later when Jonghyun’s thighs start to quake from the effort, his whole being shivering along to the sensations. He tugs on Kibum’s hair as he pushes deep into his mouth two, three times more, before pulling off completely. With a few quick strokes of his arousal he comes in thick ropes over Kibum’s face, the white stains sticking on smooth skin, gluing on Kibum’s eyelashes. Kibum could swear there’s some of it in his hair, too, but he doesn’t get the chance to check. He looks up, only registering the smirk Jonghyun gives him, before he’s suddenly pulled backwards against Jinki’s strong chest.
“Relax,” Jinki murmurs and it’s easier said than done. Not because Kibum would feel uncomfortable but because he’s already so goddamn wound up, teetering close to the edge from the way he’s been teased. He can still taste Jonghyun, lingering on his tongue, and when he tilts his head to the side his lips are instantly claimed. Jinki kisses with a notch of desperation, but still ever so gentle, always considerate.
With that distraction Kibum barely notices when his pants are pulled down completely, discarded somewhere to the side. Only when thin fingers grasp his ankles he startles enough to withdraw from the kiss. It’s Taemin, kneeling between his legs as he pushes them up, until Kibum is practically folded in half. Briefly Kibum wonders if he’s always been this flexible but it’s only a fleeting thought, gone the instant Jinki traps him down. Jinki’s arms are over Kibum’s shoulders so he reaches his thighs, grabbing the soft flesh tight to keep him in position.
This is all kinds of new, and Kibum can literally feel his heartbeat speed up. Jinki holds him so close he can barely move, if one doesn’t count the slight squirming against the older man’s body. Even more exciting is the way Taemin looks at him, though, all smouldering gaze, pupils blown wide with sheer lust.
“You have no idea,” Taemin whispers right against Kibum’s lips, refusing to kiss him even when Kibum strains his neck to bring their mouths together. “No idea how hot you look like this. Waiting for me, begging for me.” He trails his fingertips along Kibum’s inner thigh, all the way from his knee to his crotch, bypassing his erection to instead draw random patterns on his lower stomach.
Kibum tries his best to focus on anything that isn’t the teasing touch, since it makes him ache in ways he hadn’t even thought possible. He closes his eyes and focuses on Jinki’s heavy breathing right beside his ear, trying to match it with his own. It’s because of that he doesn’t register Taemin moving closer. Suddenly, Taemin has shifted and presses his hips down, pushing his cock inside of Kibum in one smooth thrust.
Instantly Kibum’s eyes fly wide, breath hitching in his throat before he holds it and focuses on the sensations of being filled so intimately. Taemin moves slow, so teasingly slow that it’s almost torture, even if he keeps angling his thrusts just right to hit the perfect spot inside of Kibum. His long hair is hanging loose, tickling the skin of Kibum’s neck when Taemin leans over him to lick across his lips. He still doesn’t let it evolve into a proper kiss, denying it every single time.
At least Taemin begins to pick up the force of his thrusts, pushing Kibum harder against Jinki. It turns Kibum on even more, especially since he can feel how hard Jinki is as well, can feel the straining bulge in those pants when it rubs on his lower back. As if that isn’t enough indication of what’s going through Jinki, there are also the melodious moans that slip from his full lips, the sounds resonating in the air before they seem to shoot right into Kibum’s bloodflow.
When Taemin leans in to scrape his teeth over Kibum’s jawline, it makes something inside Kibum snap. “Touch me,” he rasps out even though it feels like his throat is as dry as Sahara, every syllable a fight to get out. “God, Taemin, touch me.”
Taemin doesn’t. Instead he slows down his movements almost as a punishment for such an impudent request, and makes Kibum mewl in sheer frustration. Kibum turns his head then, cranes his neck to look to the side, until his eyes meet Minho’s again. He’s been aware of Minho’s presence the whole time, the knowledge of that gaze on him somewhere in the back of his skull throughout everything. Still, now that he actually sees it, sees the need in Minho’s whole posture, it’s like a punch in the gut.
“Minho,” Kibum tries, even though the other man’s name leaves his lips in a faint sound that is far from the steely, commanding tone he was aiming for. “Minho, make him touch me. I need it.”
The only response he gains is a smirk. Minho shakes his head slowly, and it makes Kibum roll his eyes. He groans, the sound something between pained and just incredibly irritated, as he lets the back of his skull fall on Jinki’s shoulder again. “You bitch,” he mutters but he knows Minho won’t pay any attention to it. They’re playing by Minho’s rules now, and it’s not going to change anytime soon.
At least Taemin picks up the pace again, slamming his hips against Kibum’s ass harder with each thrust. It’s good, so good, almost enough but still leaves Kibum hanging in the end. He’s ready to scream out of frustration when he feels Taemin tense against him and sink his teeth in the side of his neck, a second later a hot gush filling him when Taemin comes deep inside.
Kibum is so hard it hurts. He winces slightly when he feels Taemin pull back and slip out of him, aided by the slickness of his own release. It leaves Kibum feeling so unbearably empty he squirms on his place, against the iron grip Jinki still has of him. The movement elicits a set of needy whimpers from Jinki but he makes no move to change anything in the situation, much to Kibum’s surprise.
Then Minho is right there. He’s kneeling in front of Kibum, looking at him with all the fires of the world in his eyes, as he reaches out and pulls him away from Jinki’s grasp. Kibum nearly sags against Minho’s chest as they kiss, and when Minho pulls him closer Kibum can’t deny himself from rubbing against him to gain some friction on his cock.
“You’re so needy, Kibum,” Minho smirks as he pulls back, and uses the moment to quickly get rid of Kibum’s shirt for him. He’s wearing all of his clothes himself, even if his jeans are tugged open, and for a second Kibum thinks it’s kind of odd how he’s the only truly naked person in the room.
The words make his temper flare up, though, and he lands a weak punch on Minho’s chest. “Whose fault is that, you prick!” He knows his angry expression doesn’t exactly go well with the way he’s still rocking his hips against Minho’s, enjoying the friction of rough denim on his erection, even if it’s almost too much to take right now.
“You’ll love me in the end, trust me,” Minho smirks and captures Kibum’s lips again, practically devouring him. Kibum wants to argue, wants to say he doesn’t trust sadistic assholes, wants to say he’d better get what he wants before he rips someone a new one. Still, in the end, he knows that he’s enjoying this and that he’ll get exactly what he’s after, eventually. So he simply melts into the kiss, rests his hands on Minho’s shoulders and goes with it.
When they break apart Kibum’s breathing is considerably more laboured, the ache in his groin more present than ever. He’s pretty much ready to ask for it, but thankfully he doesn’t need to say anything before Minho takes over again with a short command. “Get on your knees.”
He doesn’t even wait for Kibum to react before grabbing his hips and damn near manhandling him on the floor. Kibum presses his forehead against the cool wooden surface as he folds his arms to lean on them, his ass high in the air. The position alone makes him feel like an offering but he doesn’t need to wait for long for it to be accepted. Minho’s familiar presence is right behind him in mere seconds, and equally soon he’s already pushing inside of him.
The stretch is intense and Kibum bites his lower lip until it draws blood, a whimper escaping him on its own. Not because it’d hurt, since it doesn’t, but because this is what he wants, what he needs, what he yearns for right now. Minho doesn’t stop before he’s fully sheathed in, but when they’re flush against one another he stills completely for long enough to make Kibum squirm.
Minho’s warm hands are resting on Kibum’s hips and he keeps rubbing slow circles on smooth skin with his thumbs, until he begins sliding his palms up the pale expanse of Kibum’s back. Once one hand is resting between Kibum’s shoulder blades he presses down, makes him arch his back in a way that changes the angle of penetration slightly.
It makes Kibum splutter with the way his whole body convulses, the stimulation just right to send waves of pleasure coursing through his consciousness. It gets even better from there, when Minho actually begins to fuck him in earnest and makes sure to slam home every single time. The floor is hard and uncomfortable underneath Kibum’s knees but he doesn’t really even notice, nor the way his elbows get friction burns form sliding against the floorboards. He has more important things to focus on.
They are familiar enough with each other’s bodies, with one another’s likes and dislikes, for this to be a nearly perfect dance of give and take between them. Kibum keeps pushing back against Minho to urge him on, arches his back and tightens his body to further intensify everything for them both. Meanwhile Minho does more than his part, his fingers tangling in Kibum’s silky hair as he holds him in position to be able to fuck him like this.
Then, finally, fucking finally, Kibum feels the familiar tinge of an upcoming orgasm in the pit of his stomach. He nearly screams when it hits him for good, the rush of pleasure drowning out everything else for a few blissful seconds. Minho keeps on slamming into him time and time again, enhancing the feelings for him until it’s almost painful for his oversensitive nerves. It’s so worth the wait, though, so worth the wait. Feeling Minho come inside of him makes Kibum shudder yet another time, a low moan slipping from his reddened and bruised lips.
When Minho pulls back Kibum allows himself to collapse on the floor, panting harshly. He rolls over on his back, feeling completely boneless and unwilling to move a muscle. He’s thoroughly well-fucked, completely debauched with his chest heaving and cheeks flushed, hair rumpled and stained with Jonghyun’s come. It’s like every part of him is overly sensitive to touch and he moans as he spreads his legs a little wider, aware of the sticky mixture of Taemin’s and Minho’s release that’s leaking out of him.
He should have known this isn’t the end.
It takes Kibum a moment to focus back to reality when soft lips land on his own, the kiss starting slow and languid but soon turning into something considerably more passionate, desperate enough that Kibum has troubles to keep up with it. Instinctively he shifts a bit when Jinki presses closer to him, hands on his thighs to spread them further apart. Kibum knows what he wants and even though every touch is like burning on his skin he isn’t going to decline.
Kibum is still stretched wide from the earlier encounters but nothing could’ve prepared him for what follows when Jinki fucks him slow. Kibum has always known Jinki is the most sizeable of them all, but he hadn’t expected it to feel quite like this, quite this intense. At first it hurts and his hands fly to Jinki’s back, nails digging into skin so hard he leaves red welts behind. He feels so impossibly full and when Jinki finally picks up the pace, carefully, he finds himself pushing back against him.
Jinki is panting against Kibum’s neck as he guides Kibum’s legs around his hips, seeking for a better angle for penetration to sink in even deeper, those few extra millimetres. Kibum doesn’t complain but instead revels on the feeling of being stretched wider than ever. He could’ve sworn his body was too spent to react in any way but nevertheless he finds himself growing hard again, until it feels like he never found release to begin with.
All too soon Jinki’s hips stutter and his thrusts grow erratic, losing the rhythm before he comes hard and leaves Kibum filled for the third time that day. It draws a string of curses from Kibum since by now he’s practically begging for release again, yearning for it with every fibre of his being. Distantly he feels Jinki pull away, hears a shuffle of movements and voices, before Minho’s familiar scent fills his world again.
“Minho, please,” Kibum whispers, his eyelids fluttering close -
- only to snap open the next second.
Except Kibum is alone. He’s lying in his bed, chest heaving and cheeks flushed, clutching his pillow against his chest so hard his fingers hurt from the tight grip. It takes him only a second to realize he’s managed to come in his pants embarrassingly like a teenager, and is achingly hard again. He’s been rubbing against the pillow and the edge of his bed, trying to relieve the tension from within.
This now sucks on so many levels Kibum has no words for it. Not only is the new concept messing with his head, obviously, making him go slightly mad by having wet dreams about his groupmates, but he is also horny as fuck and needs to do something about it. He knows he will wake the others up if he tries to sneak into Minho’s bed and demand he compensate - after all it had been dream-Minho’s plan so he can take it out on the real-Minho, right?
With a frustrated groan Kibum heaves himself up from his bed. He stretches his fingers to make them work again, to recreate the bloodflow properly. He stands up and as silently as he can he pads over to Minho, shakes him awake and kisses him before there can be any audible protests. “Come with me,” he orders in a whisper and Minho follows, even though he gives an adorably sleepy confused look.
That look would soon be wiped away. Kibum would make sure of it. He’d get exactly what he wants before either of them gets back to sleep.
It was only fair.
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oh-kays I never said I can write smut 8| it’s definitely not my best but at least I tried? and I wanted to, ok. it’s because Key is gorgeous and he does things to my brain and I can’t stop. plus I am completely convinced everyone wants him yep yep.
please ignore the lame and cliché plot. it’s not like there’s much of it anyway.
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I feel like I always complain about it but I’m constantly dying to write but hardly ever have enough inspiration for it :| would anyone be interested in a drabble/ficlet request post or smth? (tho I’m so picky with pairings it might be hard. idk.)
oh and title stolen from this . I love her.
@DW.