Feeling better than it sounds
Feeling better than it sounds
Onew/Jonghyun/Key1882 words, nc-17
First proper smut fic, so forgive the fail ;~;
Feeling better than it sounds
i’m so sorry i’m not amazing
don’t get mad, smile, don’t get angry
- bo peep bo peep, t-ara
There is a girl whirling into SHINee's apartment, her long hair tangled and wet as it hangs down to the small of her back, her fluorescent pink dress barely covering her underwear. She tugs off her heels and flings them on the ground, so hard there will probably be a mark left there forever.
Jinki promptly lets his spoon clatter onto the table. "Uh," Jinki says. "Who are you?"
"Who am I?" The girl snaps in a decidedly male and very familiar voice. She tugs off her hair and turns to glare at Jinki. "Are you asking who I am, Lee Jinki?"
"Kibum," Jinki says, clapping a hand over his heart. "You scared me, I thought you were some crazy fan, seriously. Why are you dressed as a girl?"
"Because Kim Jonghyun is a useless dick, that's why," Kibum hisses, shaking a plastic bag emblazoned with the brand of the convenience store around the corner in front of Jinki's face. He stomps off into the bedroom, and Jinki turns back to his dinner, deciding he doesn't really want to know what is going on.
-
"Are you still angry with me?" Jonghyun says, trailing his tongue down the length of Kibum's stomach. Kibum tenses, his grip tightening around Jonghyun's hair.
"I will be if you don't continue," Kibum says, and Jonghyun glances up to flash him a smirk before closing his mouth around Kibum's cock. Kibum makes some sort of choked noise, canting his hips upwards into the warmth of Jonghyun's mouth, and he can practically feel Jonghyun grinning around the length of his cock.
Jonghyun's tongue is sliding and curving around his length, and Kibum is about to tear Jonghyun's hair out of his head. "What the fuck are you doing," Kibum says.
Jonghyun releases Kibum's cock and moves back onto his knees. "Writing my name," he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm.
"What the fuck are you doing now," Kibum snaps. "That was a rhetorical question, you idiot. Rhetorical as in one you aren't supposed to answer because you're supposed to be too busy giving me the best blowjob of my life."
Jonghyun laughs a little as he slides a finger along the curve of Kibum's neck. "Well," he says. "We can't have you coming too fast, anyway." He leans closer, breath ghosting over the shell of Kibum's ear. "Not until I'm inside you."
Kibum's answering moan stutters halfway as he whirls his head around to stare at Jonghyun. "What? No!" He says, appalled. "Who said you were topping me?"
Jonghyun raises an eyebrow. "Isn't it pretty obvious?" He says. "I'm bigger than you - in terms of both body and dick size, mind you -"
"The only thing you have that is bigger than me is your ego," Kibum hisses. "Besides, I'm taller than you."
"I'm not the one who was dressed in a hot pink dress." Jonghyun says. He quirks a smile. "Although I have to admit, you did look pretty good as a girl. Which goes to another point on the list as to why I should be topping you."
"Yeah, well, that's because I was disguising myself in order to get lube," Kibum says, then pauses. "While you were too much of a pussy to get it yourself," he adds.
"I didn't ask you to get it," Jonghyun shoots back. "You did it all by yourself. Voluntarily."
Kibum's mouth promptly falls open. "God, you're such an asshole," he says. "You know what, let's not do this anymore. Just go jerk off by yourself in the bathroom or something."
Jonghyun blinks, and then he's pasting his patented kicked puppy expression over his face and gazing at Kibum all forlornly, but Kibum has a Heart of Steel, which is why Jonghyun's pleading look is not working. At all.
Kibum swallows. "Well," he says. "Then what? I'm not giving in to you, and you're clearly not giving in to me, and we're just going to end up exploding into tiny bits due to too much pent-up sexual frustration. And Jinki-hyung will have to call the police, and you know how he's afraid of blood so he'd probably faint before getting to the phone anyway..." Kibum's words trail off as he throws Jonghyun a suspicious look. "What's with that look on your face?"
Jonghyun is grinning so widely it looks like his smile is about to take over his entire face. "I have an idea," he announces.
Kibum narrows his eyes. "That doesn't sound good."
Jonghyun throws an arm over Kibum's shoulder, and Kibum feels his cock twitch at the slick feeling of skin pressed against skin. "Believe me," Jonghyun says. "It'll feel better than it sounds."
-
So as it turns out, even if you decide that you don't really want to know what's going on, as long as you get two extremely evil dongsaengs, you're forced to know anyway. Know in terms of first-hand knowledge, which is probably supposed to explain why Jinki finds himself sandwiched between Kibum and Jonghyun.
"Why do you still get to top me anyway," Kibum mutters as he reaches for the plastic bag, pulling out the bottle of lube and tossing it to Jonghyun.
"At least you're topping Jinki-hyung," Jonghyun says. "Isn't that better than nothing?"
Jinki blinks. "Wait, what?" He says. The only reason why he'd let the two of them peel off all his clothes is because they said they were giving him a makeover, plain and simple, nothing about topping or fucking or having any sort of sexual contact. And well, it had seemed a little suspicious when Jonghyun and Kibum were naked as well, but you know, some people had odd preferences, and it wasn't up to Jinki to judge them.
"It's okay, hyung," Jonghyun says, patting Jinki's bare shoulder. "You'll forgive us by the end of this."
"That doesn't sound good," Jinki says.
Kibum shrugs. "That's what I said, too," he says. "But you know him, he never listens."
Jonghyun lets his fingers slide from Jinki's shoulder to his chest, and suddenly Jinki is staring at the ceiling, his head pressed against the cool sheets. "What," Jinki begins, but Jonghyun's face is swimming closer, and then his lips are on Jinki's, and Jinki can't help but groan into Jonghyun's mouth.
But then there is a cold finger pressed against his hole, and Jinki all but leaps out of the bed, successfully bumping noses with Jonghyun. Jonghyun pulls away, wincing as his fingers fly to his nose. "Seriously, hyung, if this had been fake, it'd probably have gone all wonky already."
"Sorry," Jinki says earnestly, and then it's his turn to spew vulgarities when the finger slides in abruptly. "Kibum, what the -"
"Calm down, hyung," comes Kibum's cheery voice. "It'll feel good soon, I promise."
"No, Kibum," Jinki starts, but the rest of his protests are swallowed by Jonghyun's mouth over his once again, his tongue sliding into Jinki's mouth, hot and wet. Jinki makes an annoyed noise against Jonghyun's mouth when Kibum slips the second finger in, but Jonghyun runs warm fingers along the curve of his jaw as if promising that everything will be okay.
"See," Kibum says triumphantly after a while. "I told you so."
Jonghyun disentangles himself from Jinki. "You haven't stuck your dick in yet, Kibum," he says. "Don't make baseless remarks."
Kibum scowls, then moves to position his cock against Jinki's entrance. Jinki stiffens, grabbing at Jonghyun's arm, who turns to him and presses his lips against the corner of his lips. When Kibum slides in, Jinki tightens his grip until his nails are cutting into the smooth skin on the inside of Jonghyun's upper arm, and Jonghyun licks a warm trail along his cheek.
"You okay, hyung?"
"Marginally," Jinki manages. "This sucks."
Kibum gives an experimental thrust, and Jinki's eyes widen. "Okay," he says, as a warm sensation starts curling around his abdomen. "It might not be that bad after all."
Kibum laughs a little, and Jonghyun moves away from Jinki to sling his arms around Kibum's neck, pressing his nose against Kibum's jaw. "My idea was good, wasn't it."
"You haven't stuck your dick in yet," Kibum repeats, but a smile is skating across his face. "Don't make baseless remarks."
"Hello, are you guys ignoring me here - oh. Do that again, Kibum."
Jinki watches through his hazy vision as Jonghyun moves behind Kibum, as Kibum's eyes flicker shut and a gasp falls from his lips, as Kibum cants his hips into Jinki, as Jonghyun reaches over to fist Jinki's cock, as the three of them start rocking into a comfortable rhythm together.
"Okay," Kibum squeezes out through muffled pants. "Your idea seems to be getting quite amazing."
Jonghyun's grin stains his lips as sharp and swift as flash fire. "Only quite?" He says, voice dipping lower, and Jinki sees the snap of his hips into Kibum, who in turn moves deeper into Jinki, a chain reaction that sends Jinki closer and closer to the edge.
"Kibum," Jinki says, tugging at Kibum's wrist by the side of his face. "Kibum, I. Fuck."
Kibum brushes the pad of his thumb against Jinki's lips, sealing them closed once again. "Go ahead," he says, his voice hoarser than usual, and Jinki can feel himself clench around Kibum as he trips into orgasm.
When he's recovered enough to focus on the image in front of him again, he can see Kibum's chest rising and falling almost erratically, and knows he's probably close. Jonghyun probably realizes as well - because he knows Kibum like no one else does - because he's smoothing his clean hand over the tense muscles of Kibum's stomach, and Jinki can see the flash of Jonghyun's teeth as he sinks them into Kibum's shoulder. Kibum gives a muffled cry, shuddering his release into Jinki, and Jonghyun follows close behind, Jinki watching with a mixture of wonder and amazement.
Then Jonghyun pulls out, and Kibum does too, and then the pair of them collapse beside Jinki, gasping and panting and sweat-stained. Jinki half-laughs as Kibum reaches over to lock his fingers with his, fitting them into the spaces in between. Beside Kibum, Jonghyun curls an arm around him, an almost lazy smile skittering across his face as his eyes slip shut.
"I think I'm supposed to forgive you, is that right?"
"You mean you don't?" Kibum asks, sounding slightly disappointed. "What's wrong with our wonderful skills of seduction?"
"Everything," Jinki says, but he cracks a smile anyway.
-
"I am not being the bottom again," Jinki snaps, his hair falling messily around his face.
"Well, neither am I," Kibum argues. "The only person who hasn't -"
"Oh, no," Jonghyun says, waving his hands as he edges away from the two of them. "You're not pushing this to me."
Kibum exchanges a meaningful grin with Jinki. "Well," Kibum says, sliding towards Jonghyun, whose eyes widen as his back collides against the wall. "If you hadn't come up with the idea of dragging Jinki-hyung into this, you'd have one less person to argue against."
"Too bad," Jinki supplies. "It was your amazing idea, after all."
Jonghyun bangs his head against the wall when Kibum approaches him. "No, no, Kibum, I -" He says weakly, but Kibum's lips are on his, effectively shutting him up. Jinki just laughs.