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Title: toys
genre: shameless smut for the most part
pairing: onkey
Onew had never once thought he would ever walk in on something like this. He’d come home from his schedule exhausted, expecting an empty house. But the shoes in the hallway belonged to Key, so he knew the dancer must be home. What he really hadn’t expected was the unbelievably loud moan coming from down the hall. He, contrary to popular belief, was not as innocent and naïve as people thought. He watched porn. He knew what those moans were.
But those moans were only coming from one person. They were low and breathy and high pitched at intervals, but still masculine and Onew knew it was Key making those noises. But there wasn’t any female moan or scream in cadence with his.
So…..he was alone.
What could he possibly be doing to himself to moan and groan like that?
Even though his face was warm and he knew he probably resembled a tomato, he couldn’t stop his curiosity, because really, no hand job from yourself was that good. Masturbation was a way to relieve stress, he knew, but something you do to yourself just to relieve stress ceases to be as exciting as Key is making it sound. But the more he tried to ignore the noises, and will his body to walk in the opposite direction, the harder it was getting to control his own body and curiosity won over. He knew he should ignore it, but the sounds were making his skin feel tight and his palms itch and his blood boil as he felt a familiar tingling in his lower belly.
The breathy moans got louder as he edged closer to the door that seemed so unfamiliar and new now. Certainly this situation had never happened before. Besides, whatever trepidation he felt was for nothing. It was just a door right?
Unfortunately for him, the door was slightly ajar, a reason why the sound was so loud to begin with. From this distance he could see the edge of Key’s bed, the sheets in disarray, his foot writhing as though it weren’t attached to ankles and calves and knees and thighs of milky white, the toes curling in pleasure.
But more than just that one foot, and curled toes, was the noise. The noise that was more than moans and groans. The noises that were a name. chanted from lips so sinful Onew would willingly fall from grace to hear what they were saying. But a feeling of unease settled in his stomach because he could make out who’ name Key was moaning. And he couldn’t control how his erection grew harder and began to ache. Against his better judgment he stepped closer, now able to see that the arched foot was connected to a milky leg that was spread wide, knees bent, milky thighs tensing as Key jerked his turgid length almost roughly. But the name...
Fuck.
“Oh God….Onew~”. His name. drawn out in the most wanton and exotic moan he had ever heard.
All it took ws a little shifting and the sight that he was met with took his breath away.
Because there was Key, naked, knees bent, legs splayed wide, one thin hand jerking at his hard cock, the turgid length an angry red, precum leaking from the tip like a faucet. The other hand was pushing a toy in and out of his hole. Onew could see how big it was, stretching his entrance in a way that Onew was sure must have been uncomfortable if not for the reassuring pleasured moans coming from the rapper. From his distance he could hear the vibrations as it buzzed away at the insides of Key’s body.
His brain short circuited and he stood frozen staring, his erection becoming almost painful. His hand traveled down to the front of his jeans and he gently touched himself, unwilling to make any sudden moves lest he make any noise that would alert Key to him being there, eyes unable to remove themselves from the image in front of him.
Key’s movements were becoming increasingly erratic as he pounded the toy in and out of his hole, his moans growing louder until with a final plunge of the toy and a sharp pull on his erection he came, screaming Onew’s name and spraying his stomach and chest with his seed. The moans became a whine as he slowly pulled out the toy and with it removed, Onew could see how empty key was. A place he himself wanted to fill so that the dancer was never empty.
“Oh…fuck.” Key sighed as his limbs all went completely limp and he lay in bed completely open, his semen drying on his body. Lazily he brought his hand to his chest and with a finger swiped at his cum covered nipple and brought it to his mouth, liking it clean.
Onew had never seen anything so erotic. His dick had never been so hard and he didn’t care if he was discovered he needed to cum right now! But as his hand moved to unzip his jeans so he could free his erection the sound of the door handle jiggling as it was turned made him freeze once again.
He saw Key jump from his prostrated state, alert as soon as he heard the sound of the door open and loud voices of the members arriving home. Key jumped up and wiped his body down with a discarded shirt, hiding his toy under his pillow (not the safest place, but no one would dare go into his room unless they wanted to die) and put on boxer shorts that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Onew barely made it into the bathroom before Key’s door opened and he met with Minho and Jonghyun in the hallway.
“Hey guys.” Key said casually, too calm for someone who had just had the greatest orgasm of his life (in Onew’s honest opinion).
“Hey, Key.” Minho and Jonghyun said tiredly, collapsing onto the couch.
“Hey umma,” Taemin chimed in, heading to the kitchen to get banana milk.
“Where Jinki?” Key asked, not seeing the leader anywhere.
“He’s not here?” Minho asked confused, not having noticed Onew’s shoes by the door. “He left before us and said he was coming home.”
As though on cue the shower went on and all heads turned to the bathroom door.
“Hmm…guess he was home after all.” Jonghyun said, hand glued to the remote as he flipped through channels, bored.
Key was the only one who froze, becoming pale as he heart plunged to his stomach.
“How long ago did Onew leave you guys?”
“Oh he left like half an hour early. Maybe he’s been in the bathroom this time. You seriously didn’t see him come home?” Minho informed unknowingly.
“Maybe his stomach was hurting.” Taemin said innocently.
“right.” Key said not wanting them to notice anything wrong. What they didn’t get was that the toilet never flushed
so he couldn’t have been with an upset stomach. Also, he had left half an hour early. Who knew how long Onew had been home and Key hadn’t heard him come home. With the things he had been doing to himself he couldn’t be sure he would be able to face Onew once he got out of the bathroom. Or rather he was too embarrassed too. But Key was not one to let embarrassment get the better of him. He knew how to face his emotions and opponents.
He left to his room to quickly fix everything, opening the window to get rid of the smell of sex, cleaning his toy and putting it away in a safe place where no wondering members could find it.
He was going to have to face Jinki. He didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings between himself and their leader. Or rather…he wanted to clear everything up. Maybe even finally end up confessing what he had been feeling all these years.
genre: shameless smut for the most part
pairing: onkey
Onew had never once thought he would ever walk in on something like this. He’d come home from his schedule exhausted, expecting an empty house. But the shoes in the hallway belonged to Key, so he knew the dancer must be home. What he really hadn’t expected was the unbelievably loud moan coming from down the hall. He, contrary to popular belief, was not as innocent and naïve as people thought. He watched porn. He knew what those moans were.
But those moans were only coming from one person. They were low and breathy and high pitched at intervals, but still masculine and Onew knew it was Key making those noises. But there wasn’t any female moan or scream in cadence with his.
So…..he was alone.
What could he possibly be doing to himself to moan and groan like that?
Even though his face was warm and he knew he probably resembled a tomato, he couldn’t stop his curiosity, because really, no hand job from yourself was that good. Masturbation was a way to relieve stress, he knew, but something you do to yourself just to relieve stress ceases to be as exciting as Key is making it sound. But the more he tried to ignore the noises, and will his body to walk in the opposite direction, the harder it was getting to control his own body and curiosity won over. He knew he should ignore it, but the sounds were making his skin feel tight and his palms itch and his blood boil as he felt a familiar tingling in his lower belly.
The breathy moans got louder as he edged closer to the door that seemed so unfamiliar and new now. Certainly this situation had never happened before. Besides, whatever trepidation he felt was for nothing. It was just a door right?
Unfortunately for him, the door was slightly ajar, a reason why the sound was so loud to begin with. From this distance he could see the edge of Key’s bed, the sheets in disarray, his foot writhing as though it weren’t attached to ankles and calves and knees and thighs of milky white, the toes curling in pleasure.
But more than just that one foot, and curled toes, was the noise. The noise that was more than moans and groans. The noises that were a name. chanted from lips so sinful Onew would willingly fall from grace to hear what they were saying. But a feeling of unease settled in his stomach because he could make out who’ name Key was moaning. And he couldn’t control how his erection grew harder and began to ache. Against his better judgment he stepped closer, now able to see that the arched foot was connected to a milky leg that was spread wide, knees bent, milky thighs tensing as Key jerked his turgid length almost roughly. But the name...
Fuck.
“Oh God….Onew~”. His name. drawn out in the most wanton and exotic moan he had ever heard.
All it took ws a little shifting and the sight that he was met with took his breath away.
Because there was Key, naked, knees bent, legs splayed wide, one thin hand jerking at his hard cock, the turgid length an angry red, precum leaking from the tip like a faucet. The other hand was pushing a toy in and out of his hole. Onew could see how big it was, stretching his entrance in a way that Onew was sure must have been uncomfortable if not for the reassuring pleasured moans coming from the rapper. From his distance he could hear the vibrations as it buzzed away at the insides of Key’s body.
His brain short circuited and he stood frozen staring, his erection becoming almost painful. His hand traveled down to the front of his jeans and he gently touched himself, unwilling to make any sudden moves lest he make any noise that would alert Key to him being there, eyes unable to remove themselves from the image in front of him.
Key’s movements were becoming increasingly erratic as he pounded the toy in and out of his hole, his moans growing louder until with a final plunge of the toy and a sharp pull on his erection he came, screaming Onew’s name and spraying his stomach and chest with his seed. The moans became a whine as he slowly pulled out the toy and with it removed, Onew could see how empty key was. A place he himself wanted to fill so that the dancer was never empty.
“Oh…fuck.” Key sighed as his limbs all went completely limp and he lay in bed completely open, his semen drying on his body. Lazily he brought his hand to his chest and with a finger swiped at his cum covered nipple and brought it to his mouth, liking it clean.
Onew had never seen anything so erotic. His dick had never been so hard and he didn’t care if he was discovered he needed to cum right now! But as his hand moved to unzip his jeans so he could free his erection the sound of the door handle jiggling as it was turned made him freeze once again.
He saw Key jump from his prostrated state, alert as soon as he heard the sound of the door open and loud voices of the members arriving home. Key jumped up and wiped his body down with a discarded shirt, hiding his toy under his pillow (not the safest place, but no one would dare go into his room unless they wanted to die) and put on boxer shorts that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Onew barely made it into the bathroom before Key’s door opened and he met with Minho and Jonghyun in the hallway.
“Hey guys.” Key said casually, too calm for someone who had just had the greatest orgasm of his life (in Onew’s honest opinion).
“Hey, Key.” Minho and Jonghyun said tiredly, collapsing onto the couch.
“Hey umma,” Taemin chimed in, heading to the kitchen to get banana milk.
“Where Jinki?” Key asked, not seeing the leader anywhere.
“He’s not here?” Minho asked confused, not having noticed Onew’s shoes by the door. “He left before us and said he was coming home.”
As though on cue the shower went on and all heads turned to the bathroom door.
“Hmm…guess he was home after all.” Jonghyun said, hand glued to the remote as he flipped through channels, bored.
Key was the only one who froze, becoming pale as he heart plunged to his stomach.
“How long ago did Onew leave you guys?”
“Oh he left like half an hour early. Maybe he’s been in the bathroom this time. You seriously didn’t see him come home?” Minho informed unknowingly.
“Maybe his stomach was hurting.” Taemin said innocently.
“right.” Key said not wanting them to notice anything wrong. What they didn’t get was that the toilet never flushed
so he couldn’t have been with an upset stomach. Also, he had left half an hour early. Who knew how long Onew had been home and Key hadn’t heard him come home. With the things he had been doing to himself he couldn’t be sure he would be able to face Onew once he got out of the bathroom. Or rather he was too embarrassed too. But Key was not one to let embarrassment get the better of him. He knew how to face his emotions and opponents.
He left to his room to quickly fix everything, opening the window to get rid of the smell of sex, cleaning his toy and putting it away in a safe place where no wondering members could find it.
He was going to have to face Jinki. He didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings between himself and their leader. Or rather…he wanted to clear everything up. Maybe even finally end up confessing what he had been feeling all these years.