Of Sims and Shoes. (OnKey;R)
Title: Of Sims and Shoes
Author: a_life_defiant
Paring: OnKey
Rating: R
Genre: Drabble
Summary: Key plays the Sims and Onew is fascinated.
A/N: For simneesee and her ninja ass. Her prompt was OnKey & The SIms & we also got inspired by the wardrobe choices + dancing in Kazaky's LOVE MV.
Onew came home from a Star King filming to what he thought was supposed to be an empty dorm. He'd just taken off his coat and went into the kitchen to get a drink; ruffling his hair with one hand while opening the fridge with the other. He scanned to contents and decided that he was too tired to bother getting out a glass, so he snatched one of Taemin's 80,000 banana milks. He figured the maknae wouldn't miss one, considering that they took up at least half a shelf. He popped the straw through the top, drinking contentedly for a long minute. He looked over the container in wonderment. It tasted like the best thing he'd ever drank. Or maybe he was just really thirsty. He was slurping away happily when he heard a faint noise coming from the common room. Shuffling footsteps led him to the door, which was cracked. He eased it open a little in an attempt to peep without being loud. His tactic would have worked, except when he saw the computer screen it caused him to drop the half full container of banana milk. It gave a sloshy clatter on the floor, startling Key who was seated in front of the screen.
"Yah! Get a towel before that warps the wood!" The diva shouted.
Onew found himself unable to speak as his eyes were glued to the scene on the monitor.
"Onew. Onew! ONEW! Omo, you are so....ahhhh!" Key tried in vain to get the leader's attention before finally pushing past him to get a towel from the bathroom.
Upon being pushed aside Onew's feet began to move, taking him closer to the screen. It was some sort of virtual reality game with pretty realistic looking avatars speaking in an odd language. He looked intently and noticed that not only did the avatars look realistic, they also looked very familiar. The virtual house had five members that closely resembled all the SHINee members, even down to the hair and clothes. Well most of the clothes.
"Yah, don't touch that you'll mess up my game and I didn't save it yet." Key grumbled from the floor where he was on his knees, cleaning up the leader's mess.
Onew didn't listen and moved the mouse, clicking on the virtual Key and himself. Suddenly the virtual Key did a body roll and moved to the virtual Onew; pulling on him seductively. Virtual Onew grasped back at virtual Key and they began kissing. Onew's mouth dropped open as the avatars started to disrobe and touch each other intimately.
Key threw the soaked towel down on the desk, looking angrily at Onew. "I told you not to...Holy fuck! What are you doing??!?"
Onew blushed and looked sheepish. "I only clicked a couple times."
Key rolled his eyes and paused the game.
"Smooth, Onew really smooth."
The diva regarded the screen for a minute before speaking again.
"Hmm, I would've left the shoes on."
"I guess they're just programmed to take everything off." Onew shrugged. "Besides, you don't have shoes like that."
"Yes I do. I bought them yesterday after watching a dance video on YouTube. I haven't worn them yet." Key informed.
He stared at Onew's face, who had his mouth parted in surprise, before rushing off to his bedroom. The leader sat down in the chair and furrowed his brow. He was trying to calm himself. Something about Key owning shoes like that made him feel overheated.
Several moments later Key reemerged; sky high, black, lace-up stiletto boots hugging his legs like a second skin. The rest of his lower half was clad in barely there black boxer briefs. Onew's jaw dropped and his throat went dry.
"See? And they're actually pretty comfortable to dance in." The diva stated.
Key suddenly flicked on the stereo and began to dance to a techno-esque song that Onew had never heard before. The choreography was extremely sexy, filled with lots of hip rolls and flashy arm movements. The leader gulped hard. His mouth had suddenly started to salivate uncontrollably at the show he was witnessing. A sexy smirk crossed Key's face as he moved closer to Onew, practically dancing in his lap. He turned around and bent over, touching his toes and exposing his perfect ass to the older boy. He drug his fingertips up over his thighs as he stood up, giving a sensual glance over his shoulder. Onew gripped hard at the seat of the chair, knuckles turning white with the pressure. He also felt a throbbing tightness in his pants and he found that he was no longer tired in the slightest. The blood rushing quickly through his veins pounded loudly in his ears. He felt his face flush as Key continued to dance inches away from him. The diva did a swift turn and then moved in, straddling the leader and trapping him on the chair. Key pressed down on Onew's crotch with his ass, pulling a strangled groan from the leader's throat. He leaned in and licked at the shell of Onew's ear. The leader felt dizzy. Key's cologne infiltrated his nostrils and made his head swim.
"What do you think?" The younger boy hissed lowly into the leader's ear; breath tingling hotly against the sensitive flesh.
Key pulled back and they locked eyes. Onew grabbed a handful of the diva's sinful ass; grinding himself upwards.
"I think you should definitely leave them on."
He grabbed Key's neck with a growl and crashed their mouths together, the game completely forgotten.
A/N2: I actually know dick-all about the Sims games, so I googled for a second and then kinda fudged it from there. It's probably off, but I hope not by far ;;
Author: a_life_defiant
Paring: OnKey
Rating: R
Genre: Drabble
Summary: Key plays the Sims and Onew is fascinated.
A/N: For simneesee and her ninja ass. Her prompt was OnKey & The SIms & we also got inspired by the wardrobe choices + dancing in Kazaky's LOVE MV.
Onew came home from a Star King filming to what he thought was supposed to be an empty dorm. He'd just taken off his coat and went into the kitchen to get a drink; ruffling his hair with one hand while opening the fridge with the other. He scanned to contents and decided that he was too tired to bother getting out a glass, so he snatched one of Taemin's 80,000 banana milks. He figured the maknae wouldn't miss one, considering that they took up at least half a shelf. He popped the straw through the top, drinking contentedly for a long minute. He looked over the container in wonderment. It tasted like the best thing he'd ever drank. Or maybe he was just really thirsty. He was slurping away happily when he heard a faint noise coming from the common room. Shuffling footsteps led him to the door, which was cracked. He eased it open a little in an attempt to peep without being loud. His tactic would have worked, except when he saw the computer screen it caused him to drop the half full container of banana milk. It gave a sloshy clatter on the floor, startling Key who was seated in front of the screen.
"Yah! Get a towel before that warps the wood!" The diva shouted.
Onew found himself unable to speak as his eyes were glued to the scene on the monitor.
"Onew. Onew! ONEW! Omo, you are so....ahhhh!" Key tried in vain to get the leader's attention before finally pushing past him to get a towel from the bathroom.
Upon being pushed aside Onew's feet began to move, taking him closer to the screen. It was some sort of virtual reality game with pretty realistic looking avatars speaking in an odd language. He looked intently and noticed that not only did the avatars look realistic, they also looked very familiar. The virtual house had five members that closely resembled all the SHINee members, even down to the hair and clothes. Well most of the clothes.
"Yah, don't touch that you'll mess up my game and I didn't save it yet." Key grumbled from the floor where he was on his knees, cleaning up the leader's mess.
Onew didn't listen and moved the mouse, clicking on the virtual Key and himself. Suddenly the virtual Key did a body roll and moved to the virtual Onew; pulling on him seductively. Virtual Onew grasped back at virtual Key and they began kissing. Onew's mouth dropped open as the avatars started to disrobe and touch each other intimately.
Key threw the soaked towel down on the desk, looking angrily at Onew. "I told you not to...Holy fuck! What are you doing??!?"
Onew blushed and looked sheepish. "I only clicked a couple times."
Key rolled his eyes and paused the game.
"Smooth, Onew really smooth."
The diva regarded the screen for a minute before speaking again.
"Hmm, I would've left the shoes on."
"I guess they're just programmed to take everything off." Onew shrugged. "Besides, you don't have shoes like that."
"Yes I do. I bought them yesterday after watching a dance video on YouTube. I haven't worn them yet." Key informed.
He stared at Onew's face, who had his mouth parted in surprise, before rushing off to his bedroom. The leader sat down in the chair and furrowed his brow. He was trying to calm himself. Something about Key owning shoes like that made him feel overheated.
Several moments later Key reemerged; sky high, black, lace-up stiletto boots hugging his legs like a second skin. The rest of his lower half was clad in barely there black boxer briefs. Onew's jaw dropped and his throat went dry.
"See? And they're actually pretty comfortable to dance in." The diva stated.
Key suddenly flicked on the stereo and began to dance to a techno-esque song that Onew had never heard before. The choreography was extremely sexy, filled with lots of hip rolls and flashy arm movements. The leader gulped hard. His mouth had suddenly started to salivate uncontrollably at the show he was witnessing. A sexy smirk crossed Key's face as he moved closer to Onew, practically dancing in his lap. He turned around and bent over, touching his toes and exposing his perfect ass to the older boy. He drug his fingertips up over his thighs as he stood up, giving a sensual glance over his shoulder. Onew gripped hard at the seat of the chair, knuckles turning white with the pressure. He also felt a throbbing tightness in his pants and he found that he was no longer tired in the slightest. The blood rushing quickly through his veins pounded loudly in his ears. He felt his face flush as Key continued to dance inches away from him. The diva did a swift turn and then moved in, straddling the leader and trapping him on the chair. Key pressed down on Onew's crotch with his ass, pulling a strangled groan from the leader's throat. He leaned in and licked at the shell of Onew's ear. The leader felt dizzy. Key's cologne infiltrated his nostrils and made his head swim.
"What do you think?" The younger boy hissed lowly into the leader's ear; breath tingling hotly against the sensitive flesh.
Key pulled back and they locked eyes. Onew grabbed a handful of the diva's sinful ass; grinding himself upwards.
"I think you should definitely leave them on."
He grabbed Key's neck with a growl and crashed their mouths together, the game completely forgotten.
A/N2: I actually know dick-all about the Sims games, so I googled for a second and then kinda fudged it from there. It's probably off, but I hope not by far ;;