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ok i just came across your youtuber au!taekey and if its not the most adorable thing ever, then i dont know what is. they are so sweet and domestic, i love it!!! plz write more!!!
omgggg thank u so much!!! i’ve been struggling with writing lately (if u couldnt tell by the fact i haven’t posted in like three months) but i will def try to write more at some point soon! ♡♡♡
inspired entirely by the first 12 seconds of inspiration. so, thanks jjong.
jonghyun grunts when his phone rings, uncurling from his foetal position to reach out and grab it. his heart leaps when he sees kibum’s name on the caller id, lying back to get more comfy before answering.
“hey,” he can’t help the huge grin that spreads across his face.
“hi babe,” kibum’s voice is so soft and jonghyun’s smile widens even more. “how are you doing?”
“alright,” jonghyun shrugs. “i’m just in bed, you?”
“i’m fine, i’m just reading this article,” kibum’s tone suddenly changes in a way that makes jonghyun’s eyes narrow in suspicion. “and i was wondering…”
“wondering what?” jonghyun asks carefully, biting his lip and playing with the drawstring of his sweats.
i just rly love jonghyun’s relationship with his sis and i wanted to write a lil thing uwu (also i love the way he literally gushes about actors on the radio like . ok jjong)
merry christmas!!
“morning!” sodam says brightly from where she’s already snuggled up on the sofa, as jonghyun shuffles blearily into the room, merely offering a grunt in response. they slouch over to the breakfast bar, frowning at the sight of a neatly wrapped present sitting on the worktop. they peek at the label, frown deepening, looking back and forth between their sister and the present.
“merry christmas, jjongie,” sodam grins, her messy, faded pink hair framing her face and making her look even brighter and prettier than usual. not that jonghyun can really see her: they forgot to put their glasses on before coming downstairs, but they know she looks pretty anyway.
“we don’t celebrate christmas,” jonghyun responds flatly, stretching their arms above their head, wincing when their shoulders crack loudly.
“i know,” sodam shrugs. “but i just wanted to get you something. consider it a little treat for ending your concerts well, if you want.”
“okay,” jonghyun smiles, a happy, fuzzy kind of warmth spreading through them at their sister’s act of kindness. they pick up the gift, shuffling over and plopping down on the sofa next to sodam.
“what are you watching?” they ask, squinting at the tv and picking at the tape. they swear their vision is getting worse.
“goblin, this new drama,” sodam tells them, smiling knowingly at jonghyun, elbowing them gently in the side. “gong yoo is in it.”
jonghyun blushes, whining and shoving sodam’s arm away.
“what?” sodam asks innocently. “it’s not my fault you gush over your crushes on the radio every day!”
jonghyun pointedly ignores her, finally getting the paper off the present. they pick up a folded piece of soft, pale pink material, which unfolds to reveal a nightdress, pretty lace around the hems and a tiny embroidered heart on the breast. they look up at sodam with wide eyes, rubbing the material between their finger and thumb.
“it matches mine,” she lifts her blanket to show them her own dress. “i thought you’d like to match, after mum and i had those couple boots.”
“wow,” jonghyun swallows thickly, a lump rising in their throat, tears pricking behind their eyes. “thanks, sodam.”
“you’re welcome, lil sis,” sodam beams, leaning over to press a kiss to their cheek. “you should go put it on and come and watch this with me. i’ll make you cocoa?”
“i don’t like dramas,” jonghyun wrinkles their nose.
“i know,” sodam smiles softly. “but you like handsome actors.”
“shut up,” jonghyun blushes again, getting up and flouncing out of the room again.
they head back to their room, quickly shedding their pyjamas and slipping the nightie on over their head. it just brushes the bottom of their thighs, the capped sleeves tight around their biceps. it’s so perfect. they stand in front of the mirror, bouncing happily on the balls of their feet: they look so pretty.
they pick out their prettiest pair of socks before slipping their feet into their fluffy slippers and grabbing their glasses, heading down the stairs again, feeling like a tiny, adorable fairy.
“i love it,” they announce, giving sodam a twirl, giggling happily when the material fans out around their hips.
“it looks perfect on you,” sodam claps her hands together in glee. she holds up the edge of her blanket, and jonghyun eagerly wiggles underneath, snuggling up to their sister’s side and wrapping an arm around her waist. she slings her arm over their shoulder, tucking the blanket in so they’re wrapped in a little cozy nest. they tuck their head into the crook of sodam’s neck, laughing when roo waddles into the room and struggles to jump up onto the sofa.
“she’s so fat,” sodam giggles.
“she’s an old lady now,” jonghyun shakes their head fondly, patting roo’s head when she finally gets onto the sofa and curls up next to them.
they watch the drama quietly, sodam occasionally attempting to explain the characters and the plot, but it’s all too complicated for jonghyun’s early-morning brain to comprehend. they’re only half paying attention anyway, focusing mainly on how cute gong yoo is and how he makes their stomach do that little flippy thing every time he’s on the screen.
“you know,” sodam muses after a while. “gong yoo is attractive, but i really think dong wook is better looking.”
“but gong yoo has such a charming smile,” jonghyun says, lacing their fingers with sodam’s. “and he’s so tall and his shoulders are broad and…” they trail off with a sigh. he really is lovely.
“you’re such a loser,” sodam snorts.
“am not,” jonghyun frowns, too lazy to put any real effort into being annoyed.
“we’ll see,” sodam says, raising one eyebrow. “you’ll talk about him on the radio tonight, i know it.”
“hmph,” jonghyun looks away defiantly, though they both know she’s right.
inspired entirely by the first 12 seconds of inspiration. so, thanks jjong.
jonghyun grunts when his phone rings, uncurling from his foetal position to reach out and grab it. his heart leaps when he sees kibum’s name on the caller id, lying back to get more comfy before answering.
“hey,” he can’t help the huge grin that spreads across his face.
“hi babe,” kibum’s voice is so soft and jonghyun’s smile widens even more. “how are you doing?”
“alright,” jonghyun shrugs. “i’m just in bed, you?”
“i’m fine, i’m just reading this article,” kibum’s tone suddenly changes in a way that makes jonghyun’s eyes narrow in suspicion. “and i was wondering...”
“wondering what?” jonghyun asks carefully, biting his lip and playing with the drawstring of his sweats.
“have you ever thought about having phone sex?” kibum asks, voice overly casual as if trying to pretend he hasn’t got this all planned out.
“w-what?” jonghyun chokes, holding the phone away from his face until he regains his composure. “um.. no? not really.”
“i think we should try it,” kibum muses, humming low in his throat like he’s imagining how it would pan out.
“wouldn’t it be like, kinda weird?” jonghyun hesitates, though he can’t deny the fact that the noise kibum just made sent a chill down his spine.
“i dunno, jjong,” kibum hums again, his voice dropping to a murmur that makes jonghyun tremble. “it’s just, we’ve been apart for so long, i can’t stand it.”
“i know, babe,” jonghyun nods awkwardly, unsure what he’s supposed to be saying or doing.
“what are you wearing?” kibum’s deliciously deep voice is smooth like honey: the only thing stopping jonghyun from laughing at how fucking cliché this is.
“um, just sweatpants,” jonghyun lowers his voice, trying to match kibum’s tone.
“no shirt?” kibum whispers, gasping quietly when jonghyun makes a noise of affirmation. “fuck, i bet you look so hot.”
“tell me what to do, babe,” jonghyun murmurs, subconsciously running a hand over his abs.
“mm, touch your nipples,” kibum instructs, voice turning breathy. jonghyun obeys, hand trailing up to his chest, sucking in a shaky breath when he flicks his fingers over his nipple.
“fuck, kibum, i wish you were here,” jonghyun pouts. he knew long distance would be a struggle, but this is just excruciating.
“i know baby,” kibum soothes. “tell me what you want when you see me again. it won’t be long now.”
“i- i want you to fuck me,” jonghyun pants, almost surprised at how worked up he’s getting. “touch me and kiss me and-”
“yes,” kibum groans. “touch yourself.”
jonghyun moves his hand back down his body, making sure to feel every bump of his abs just like kibum would, down to squeeze his already half-hard cock through his loose sweats. he moans long and low as he rubs himself - god, it’s been way too long.
“jjong,” kibum moans. “you sound so hot, fuck.”
“what are you doing?” jonghyun whispers. he needs his own mental image. “what are you wearing?”
“i’m wearing socks,” kibum giggles breathily. “and my blue briefs, the ones you love.”
“fuck,” jonghyun’s mind is flooded with images of kibum in those briefs.
“i’m so hard jjong,” kibum continues. “so hard for you.”
jonghyun curses again, his hand rubbing more urgently at his erection through his pants.
“do you have lube?” kibum asks.
“of course,” jonghyun smiles at how familiar the question is and how it makes his nerves tingle with excitement and anticipation.
“take your pants off,” kibum orders. “get on your knees.”
the command in kibum’s voice makes jonghyun tremble; he shakily removes his pants, kicking them off his feet onto the floor before rolling over and tucking his knees under him, body pressed to the mattress and ass in the air.
“i wish i could see you right now,” kibum says wistfully. “all eager and ready for me.”
jonghyun just whines in response, innate neediness bubbling up inside him now that he’s in this position. he switches his phone to loudspeaker and sets it on the mattress beside him.
“put your fingers in your mouth,” kibum says. jonghyun does: sucking two fingers into his mouth, bobbing his head instinctively and taking the digits deeper, breathing harshly through his nose.
“you’re so good,” kibum hums. “i wish that were my cock in your mouth.”
jonghyun moans, adding another finger and sucking them in and out of his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut as a string of incoherent whimpers resonates through his chest.
“i want you to finger yourself,” kibum tells him. “do you need lube?”
jonghyun nods before realising kibum can’t see: instead wordlessly reaching for his lube, propping himself up on one elbow and squeezing clear liquid over his fingers.
“babe,” kibum purrs. “i want to hear those sounds you make when you’re being stretched wide open.”
“alright,” jonghyun whispers as he fits his hand between his legs, arching his back and massaging his hole with slick fingers. he moans deeply, slipping two fingers in slowly.
“is that good?” kibum’s voice is so deep and hoarse that jonghyun almost comes straight away.
“ah, yeah,” jonghyun breathes, adding another finger and pushing his hips back on his hand. he’s achingly hard, desperate for release but not willing to end it just yet.
“jjong,” kibum moans loudly and jonghyun knows he’s touching himself too: the image sending sparks through his body and he bites his lip hard, determined not to come until kibum tells him too.
“tell me what you’re doing,” jonghyun manages to whisper. “i want to see you.”
“i’m in my bed,” there’s a smile in kibum’s voice. “i’m fucking my hand, pretending it’s your tight little hole.”
“fuck,” jonghyun whimpers, his rim clenching at the thought. “fuck, kibum, i need you so bad.”
“soon, i promise,” kibum is close, jonghyun can hear it in his voice.
“tell me what to do next,” jonghyun murmurs, pressing his cheek into the mattress and staring longingly at his phone as if willing kibum to magically jump out of it.
“spread your legs more,” kibum says. “fuck yourself harder, pound yourself, just how you like it.”
jonghyun’s voice shoots through several octaves, a high pitched moan tearing from his throat as he thrusts his fingers in and out of himself with force, rocking back to meet each thrust, his chest rubbing against the white sheet.
“are you close baby?” kibum purrs. “are you going to come for me?”
jonghyun is beyond answering, though he’s sure his wrecked moans do the job for him.
“come for me baby,” kibum’s voice rumbles deep in his chest, and jonghyun lets himself come, almost screaming as he releases, fucking himself through it as waves of pleasure crash over him. with fuzzy senses, he hears kibum climax, his phone speaker crackling and maxing out with the volume of kibum’s moans.
he pants, murmuring kibum’s name quietly to himself, collapsing sideways onto the bed.
“that was,” he says once he’s regained his ability to speak. “the best idea you’ve ever had.”
“i know,” kibum laughs. “do you wanna go again?”
“jesus, kibum,” jonghyun rolls his eyes. “let me get my breath back first.”
“key recently got a new piercing for his bday. onew said key whines so much about how it hurts.” - sept 2012
happy birthday kibummie! tfw u write a key bday fic and it just happens to be 923 words lmao amazing. also yes it’s early but it’s already Officially kibum’s bday according to bumkeyk and younggam lol
“hold my hand?” kibum asks, nibbling anxiously on his lip as he watches the piercer set up their equipment, flapping a hand in jinki’s direction. jinki scoots a little closer and takes his hand: it’s clammy and trembling, which jinki thinks is kind of adorable.
“you’d think someone who already had five ear piercings wouldn’t be quite so nervous about getting a sixth,” jinki muses with a small smile, running his thumb over one of kibum’s heavy rings.
“they don’t hurt less each time,” kibum pouts indignantly at the ceiling. “plus, everyone says forward helix is like, really fucking painful.”
“i still don’t get why you put yourself through this,” jinki shakes his head but squeezes kibum’s fingers reassuringly, seeing the colour drain from his face once the piercer sits down next to him. he’s not sure why he’s willingly paying for kibum to cause himself pain, but if it’s what he wants then he’s not going to say no. that’s kind of a weakness of his, and kibum knows it.
“sometimes you have to suffer to look good,” kibum tries to sound confident, though the tremor in his voice gives him away. "my mum says that the more beautiful you become, the more uncomfortable you become. but i'm not uncomfortable. just beautiful."
“you ready?” the piercer chuckles. kibum nods, scrunching his face up and willing himself not to flinch away from the stranger’s touch. he doesn’t even remember being this scared before he got his conch piercing, and that was fucking terrifying. he can only hope this one won’t hurt as much.
jinki can hardly bear to watch, occupying himself instead with inspecting the ring on kibum’s finger, watching the distorted reflections dance in the metal shape. he only looks up when kibum suddenly squeezes his hand in a bone-crushing grip, groaning quietly through clenched teeth.
“okay, all done,” the piercer says a few minutes later, giving kibum a pat on the shoulder before wheeling their chair away.
“holy fucking shit,” kibum whimpers, bringing his hand up to his ear, face screwed up in pain. he sits up slowly, leaning back on his hands and closing his eyes again as the room spins around him. “that fucking hurts.”
“sometimes you have to suffer to look good,” jinki tells him seriously, giggling behind his hand when kibum shoots him a glare.
the piercer snorts, peeling off their gloves and putting the needles away before briefly going over the healing procedures, handing kibum a little bag with a bottle of saline solution and some cotton wool. once kibum’s head stops spinning and he’s a little more steady on his feet, they head out of the small room, back out onto the shop floor and to the till.
“oh yeah, i’m paying are't i?” jinki pretends like he’d forgotten because he knows it’ll make kibum pout, winking and reaching for his wallet in his back pocket.
“thanks, old man,” kibum covers his big smile with his hand. jinki just shakes his head fondly at how easy he is to please. he taps in his pin number, not bothering to hide it since he knows that kibum already knows the digits.
“happy birthday, ‘bum,” jinki smiles, nudging him with his elbow. “you’re catching up to me, you know.”
“nuh-uh,” kibum crosses his arms, shaking his head as adamantly as he can without disturbing his ear. “i’m never gonna be as old as you.”
jinki laughs, putting his card away and taking kibum’s arm, tugging him out of the shop before something else shiny and expensive has the chance to catch his eye.
“let’s see it then,” he turns kibum’s head gently, peering at the new little silver ball nestled in the corner of his ear. “pretty,” he approves. it really is pretty - the three matching piercings make his ear look even more delicate and beautiful.
kibum grins, flicking his hair out of his eyes and doing a few silly poses to make jinki giggle.
“so, what now?” jinki asks.
“coffee?” kibum suggests.
“i guess i’m paying for that too?” jinki cocks an eyebrow, though they both know he doesn’t mind in the slightest.
“well, it is my birthday,” kibum grins, linking his arm with jinki’s and bouncing excitedly, only to immediately stop and wince in pain, covering his ear. “ow, that hurt too?”
“be careful, okay?” jinki shakes his head, pulling gently on kibum’s arm. he’ll soon recover after a nice iced drink, plus whatever clothes he inevitably manages to coerce jinki into buying him later in the day.
**
sure enough, they return to the dorm several hours later laden with designer shopping bags. kibum is exhausted, reminding jinki of a small child after an exciting day at an amusement park.
kibum flops down onto his bed, the sudden yelp of pain that follows making jinki’s heart stop for a brief second.
“i just fucking lay on it,” kibum whines, holding his head in his hands. jinki pads over to sit next to him, reaching out to comb through his hair. “i keep forgetting it’s there.”
“yeah,” jinki nods sympathetically. “i can imagine.”
“fuck, how am i gonna sleep?” kibum looks up at him, eyes round and watery.
“you’ll just have to make sure you don’t lie on that side,” jinki shrugs. “it’ll be okay.”
“will you sleep with me?” kibum asks quietly, shuffling a little closer.
“of course,” jinki can’t help but smile: kibum just looks so innocent and angelic like this, he couldn’t possibly say no. it is his birthday, after all.
kibum considers himself morning person. he’s awake at 8am, shuffling sleepily into the kitchen and going about making himself a coffee. he’s yet to memorise the layout of the unfamiliar kitchen, opening and closing three cupboards before finally locating the mugs. he pours hot water over instant coffee granules, stirring it slowly with a spoon; the quiet clinking sounds loud in the silent apartment. he pads over to the window, setting his steaming coffee down on the windowsill and pulling one of the chairs from the mismatching set around the table, careful not to let the legs drag on the wooden floor.
he settles in, book open in his lap, mug clutched tightly to his chest. he’d thrown open the heavy shutters and windows as soon as he woke up, wanting to clear some of the lingering smell of must from the room, but the breeze that touches his exposed skin still has a sharp morning chill to it. he pushes his round glasses up his nose, setting one foot on the windowsill and sipping his black coffee. he looks out of the window for a while, watching the bright green leaves of the tall trees outside flutter gently in the breeze, listening to their quiet rustling. beyond the trees, a row of apartments identical to his own scrapes the sky: if he looks carefully he can just see the shutters of the apartment opposite through the dense foliage of the trees.
he turns his attention to his book only managing to read a few pages before he’s interrupted by some noise from the street. he sets the book down, standing up and leaning cautiously out of the window, holding on tight to the wrought iron railing with his free hand. there are a few people outside the café down below, chatting away in french as they set up for the day. as he watches, a couple of people walk past on the other side of the street, walking fast with their heads down as if late for something important. he leans his arm on the railing, sipping his coffee and watching more people pass, inventing small stories for each person in his head as his eyes follow them until they’re out of sight.
he turns his face upwards; the morning chill has left the air and he can feel the warmth of the sun on his face. he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and soaking in the rays. the hum of the city below is louder now as people begin to go about their daily business, but to kibum the sound is therapeutic.
he jumps when a pair of hands suddenly land on his hips, sloshing a bit of cold coffee onto his pyjamas. the arms wrap around his waist, a warm body pressing up against his back.
“morning,” a sleepy voice murmurs, a chin resting on his shoulder.
“you scared me,” he scolds, turning around in the circle of jinki’s arms. “I didn’t hear you coming out.”
“sorry,” jinki smiles softly, leaning up to press his lips to kibum’s. he’s still warm and slow with sleep, and kibum slings his arms over jinki’s shoulders to keep him close.
“how long have you been up?” jinki asks after a few minutes, breaking the kiss and leaning back to look into kibum’s eyes.
“I woke up at 8,” kibum tells him, brushing a strand of hair out of jinki’s eyes. “do you want breakfast?”
“that’d be nice,” jinki nods, leaning in to peck kibum’s lips again.
“I should’ve gone down to the bakery first thing,” kibum pushes his lips out in a pout. he’d been planning to visit the bakery on the ground floor that morning in true french style and buy a few pastries for breakfast. “but I forgot.”
“that’s okay,” jinki shrugs. “we’ll have plenty of opportunities for bakery breakfasts.”
“true,” kibum smiles at the simplicity of the statement. “eggs then?”
he takes jinki’s hand, pulling him through to the kitchen, gesturing for him to sit down at the table and kissing him again before starting on breakfast.
“how do you want them?” he asks, getting two eggs out of the fridge.
“don’t mind,” jinki looks up from the french newspaper he’s pretending to read, adjusting his glasses. “surprise me.”
kibum rolls his eyes, opening one, two, four cupboards until he finds a frying pan, setting it on the hob and pouring a drop of oil into it. he cracks both eggs in once it’s hot, smiling at the satisfying hissing sound they make as they come into contact with the hot oil. once it’s ready, they sit by the window, kibum pulling out another chair from the kitchen for jinki. they eat in silence, listening to the chatter and traffic and rustling of leaves from outside.
“this is such a nice place,” jinki comments after a while, leaning forwards to put his empty plate on the floor by his feet. kibum hums in agreement, looking around at the apartment. it’s sparsely decorated save for a few potted plants here and there and a jumbled collection of mismatching furniture, with high ceilings and wooden floorboards and tall windows making it feel grand yet somewhat rustic at the same time. all those hours he’d spent scouring the booking website really paid off: he doesn’t think he could have found a more perfect apartment had he designed it himself.
“I like being on the top floor,” he stands up, leaning on the railing to look out of the window again. “it reminds me of home.”
jinki joins him at the window, resting his head on kibum’s shoulder. they watch a couple going past, swinging their hands between them and laughing together.
“should we go and explore?” kibum asks, turning to bury his face in jinki’s hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. jinki nods, wordlessly tugging kibum back to the bedroom so they can get ready.
soon, they’re heading out of the apartment, clattering down the rickety staircase and into the courtyard. the street is relatively quiet: a few people sitting at the café and the odd pedestrian passing by. they follow their narrow avenue up to the main road, finding themselves overlooking the river, an ornate bridge spanning its width.
“let’s go find the eiffel tower,” kibum says, linking his fingers with jinki’s, feeling a buzz of excitement at being free to do such a thing in public. “it should be just along the river.”
they stroll along the bank of the wide river, passing countless stalls and markets selling everything from art to trinkets to food. kibum squeezes jinki’s hand, smiling when he squeezes back. they walk in comfortable silence, absorbing the atmosphere of the city and taking in the impressive buildings and monuments which line the riverbank.
“shouldn’t we be able to see it by now?” jinki frowns, looking around at the skyline as if expecting the tower to suddenly appear before him.
“I dunno,” kibum shrugs. “maybe it’s behind all these buildings.”
sure enough, after another ten minutes or so they finally catch a glimpse of the tower through a gap in the buildings. kibum points it out excitedly, bouncing on the spot beside jinki.
“holy shit, it’s enormous,” jinki says in awe. “I didn’t know it was that big.”
“let’s go,” kibum tugs on his hand, skipping happily towards the huge tower.
it’s even bigger up close: the huge structure scraping the sky and making kibum feel a little dizzy. they walk underneath it, kibum making jinki pause to take a selfie from below with the tower looming above them, cackling at the unflattering angle the photo produces. it’s a lot more busy here than it was in their quiet neighbourhood: crowded with tourists posing for photos at every angle imaginable. after circling the tower a couple of times, they walk away a little, finding an empty spot in the park and sitting down on the grass.
“this is so nice,” kibum sighs, lying back and pulling jinki to lie beside him, the bright blue of the sky a stark contrast to the dark metal of the tower. jinki hums, resting his head on kibum’s shoulder and crossing his hands over his stomach.
“I love paris,” he declares, leaning up to kiss kibum’s cheek before shyly burying his face in his neck.
then what are the Jongkey fanfics you would recommend?
okay heres some stuff that popped into my head. remembering some stuff makes you remember some others. nice. wow. cool.
im sure theres more but this is whats coming to mind so happy reading my guy. i dont have the energy to Properly Introduce each fic so just click and see what the author says about them. each word is a link to a different fic.
So I made an updated fic rec since my previous one was very outdated and all that. It’s no where near exhaustive or complete but I’ll keep adding to it as I read more~
All the authors included are so good it was hard to cut down to my favourites, but ye enjoy!!
minho sighs as his phone vibrates for the second time in under a minute, pushing it away under a pile of papers so it can’t distract him. it continues to vibrate, however, so he sighs, checking no one’s watching before pulling the phone closer to him and clicking on the notification.
3:45pm key: i got you a present
3:46pm key: check snapchat ;)
3:52pm key: dude?
he rolls his eyes, sending kibum a quick ‘ok’ in response before clicking through to his snapchat app, drumming his nails on the desk as he waits for it to load. he taps on the photo from kibum, immediately gasping and clicking off it in shock.
“shit,” he whispers, holding it down to replay it and looking around again to make sure no one’s looking before opening it. sure enough, the photo is of an expanse of skin, kibum’s hip, minho thinks, accented with something small and black and lacy, sending a wave of nerves and excitement through minho’s body as he clicks back to the text screen.
4:01pm minho: Kibum.
4:01pm minho: I’m at work.
4:02pm minho: What are you doing?
4:05pm key: ;)
4:06pm key: wanna see more?
4:08pm minho: I mean.. yeah, but also I’m at work.
he closes his eyes when his phone vibrates with another snapchat notification, and then another. and another. he groans, running a hand over his face and resigning himself to another hour or so of hell.
the next few photos are all equally as close up, showing only snatches of skin and black material. minho crosses his legs awkwardly, feeling heat pooling between his legs. the photos leave so much up to the imagination that minho can’t stop his mind from running away with mental images full of black lace and soft skin.
the final photo comes in a few minutes later, this one much less close up: picturing kibum sprawled on the bed with their phone held at arms length, their sheer silk dress, usually reserved only for ‘special’ occasions, bunched up just below their nipples. minho’s mouth falls open, taking in as much of the photo as he can before it disappears. he can’t see anything below kibum’s waist, but the photo only fuels his fantasies of what may be lying underneath. he imagines running his hands up the sensitive skin of kibum’s sides, pushing their dress up higher and thumbing over their nipple piercings.
he only realises he’s been staring into space for a good few minutes once his thoughts are interrupted when his phone vibrates yet again.
4:23pm key: you get off in an hour right?
4:24pm key: can’t wait to see you :) i’ll be waiting
4:26pm minho: I hate you.
the next hour is spent trying furiously not to think about what kibum may or may not be wearing, keeping his legs firmly crossed and bashing out the rest of his work in record time. it’s probably shit, he knows, but he’s beyond caring. when the clock finally strikes 5:30, he’s out of the office in a flash, grabbing his bag and making a beeline for his car.
he tries his best not to run into the house: not wanting to arouse any suspicion from their infamously nosy neighbours. he’s sure they’ll be hearing all about it later, though, what with their terraced houses being separated only by a thin layer of brick and plaster.
“kibum?” he calls out when he opens the door, stepping out of his shoes and padding into the house. it’s completely silent so he heads straight upstairs, trailing one hand along the wall as he goes. he pauses for a second at the bedroom door before pushing it open and poking his head into the room. sure enough, kibum is there, sitting in the middle of the bed with their legs tucked under them, eyes closed, looking just as flawless and serene as an angel. their sheer silk dress hangs from their shoulders and pools at their thighs, the deep plunging neckline showing off their pecs.
“took you long enough,” they say quietly, opening their eyes and reaching up to curl a strand of their hair around their finger. minho swallows thickly as he watches the muscles in their arm shift with the movement, the black silk rippling gorgeously against their skin. their deep voice and strong curves contrast with the delicate silk of their dress, sending a jolt of arousal through minho’s body.
“traffic,” minho squeaks, then clears his throat sheepishly. kibum just smirks, crawling to the edge of the bed and tiptoeing over to minho. once they’re standing, he can see the shape of an intricate lace belt around their waist, slim suspenders dipping past their underwear and holding up thigh-high stockings, little bows at the top of each ribbon. their short dress brushes the tops of their legs, accentuating the swell of their thighs, the thick muscles visible through the stockings.
“shame,” kibum breathes, walking right up to minho until they’re face to face. they run a finger down his chest, bumping over each button of his shirt and looking him up and down. “you kept me waiting.”
suddenly, they grab minho’s collar, yanking him forwards so their bodies are pressed flush together, their controlled breaths hot against minho’s cheek. they roll their hips forwards once: minho’s already semi-hard cock twitching at the contact. he gasps, hands flying up to grip kibum’s hips, the material cool beneath his fingertips. kibum leans in to press their lips together, arching their back and rolling their hips again, moaning unreservedly into minho’s mouth. they quickly undo the buttons of minho’s shirt, their long fingers spreading out over his abs.
they coax minho towards the bed, pushing him to perch on the edge while they sit across his lap and loop their arms around his neck. they connect their lips again, sliding one hand downwards to grope his chest, humming into the kiss.
“you look so pretty in this,” minho whispers, leaning away and slipping his hand under kibum’s dress, playing with the lace belt.
“I know,” kibum smirks, tracing their fingers over minho’s collarbones, pushing his shirt so it hangs off his shoulders. they push him backwards until he’s lying down, crawling over him and straddling his waist. they sit back, pulling the dress over their head and casting it onto the floor, grinding their ass down slowly against minho’s crotch. they run their hands over their own body, pausing at their nipple to flick the silver piercing that lies there, rolling the ball between their fingers and groaning softly. their hands travel downwards, minho following their every movement with hungry eyes, lower lip caught between his teeth. they palm themselves through their underwear, cock straining at the lace and making minho’s mouth water.
he reaches out, running a hand up kibum’s side and pressing his thumb to their nipple: kibum hissing and arching their back just like he’d imagined earlier. they brace their hands on minho’s hip bones, grinding down harder and faster on his crotch. he’s achingly hard now, pushing his hips upwards and gripping kibum’s thighs with shaking hands, whispered curses slipping through his parted lips. just as he thinks he’s about to come, kibum stops still, flashing him an evil grin. they run their hands over minho’s abs, trailing a finger through the dark hair leading down from his navel.
“kibum,” minho whispers. “please.”
they wiggle backwards a bit, sitting between minho’s knees and reaching out to unbuckle his belt, each movement painfully slow and teasing. they pull his cock out of his pants, eyes unfocused and glassy. when they finally begin to stroke him, slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace, minho throws his head back, hips jutting up reflexively. they jerk him hard and fast, the tight ring of their fingers sending minho hurtling over the edge: he comes with a grunt, his release spilling over kibum’s hand. they smile, bringing their hand up to their mouth, staring into minho’s eyes as they lick his come from their hand.
they climb off him to kneel beside him, minho propping himself up on his elbows to watch them cautiously. kibum is so unpredictable: it’s impossible to tell what they’re going to do next, always keeping minho on his toes. they stretch, letting out an erotic groan as they straighten out their back. minho takes the opportunity to gaze at kibum’s body: the belt around their narrow waist emphasising the way it curves to meet their hips, ribs showing under their skin, small piercings in each nipple glinting with the dim light of the bedside lamp. they turn around, sinking down onto the bed so their face is pressed to the sheets, ass in the air. they look at minho with glazed eyes, wiggling their ass in a wordless request. minho sits up, shedding his shirt and tucking himself back into his pants before reaching a hand out to caress the swell of kibum’s ass. the lacy panties barely cover their cheeks, suspenders digging into the flesh.
“take these off me,” kibum wiggles their butt again. minho obliges them, pulling at the lace with clumsy hands.
“how did you get into this?” he mumbles, pulling the waistband of the panties back and letting go just to hear kibum’s choked moan. he eventually manages to get it off, leaving the lace hanging around kibum’s thighs at the top of their stockings. kibum growls impatiently, arching their back and pushing their hips back desperately against thin air. minho smiles, running his hands over kibum’s ass and up their back. he takes his time in touching kibum’s hot skin, rutting shallowly against their ass as he strokes their shoulder blades. kibum whines defiantly, slipping two fingers into their own mouth and slicking their tongue around them before snaking the hand down to rub at their hole.
“so needy,” minho pushes their hand away, spreading their cheeks with his hands and letting saliva drop just above their hole before leaning in and laving a flat tongue across the sensitive skin. kibum gasps, tensing at the touch but quickly relaxing and pushing back against minho’s tongue. he keeps licking over the hole slowly until it’s dripping with saliva, kibum shaking and mewling beneath him. minho pulls back, breathing hot air over kibum’s ass, grinning when they moan loudly.
“is this okay?” he asks softly, running a gentle hand over the small of kibum’s back.
minho smiles and dives back in, alternating between slow, firm licks and sharp flicks of his tongue until kibum is a panting, moaning mess, gripping the sheets with trembling hands. minho slips a hand underneath kibum’s body, taking their length in his hand and giving it a few firm strokes, pausing at the tip to flick his fingers in the way he knows kibum loves.
“fuck, minho,” they yell, pushing back hard against minho’s face. their screams are muffled when they press their face into the bed, shaking violently and coming over minho’s hand.
“shit,” they collapse into a heap beneath minho, body twitching with aftershocks as they run a hand through their hair. their legs are still bound together by their belt and underwear: they weakly make to take it off before flopping back down.
“let me do it,” minho says softly, crawling over them to press a kiss to their lips before sitting back, tugging on the lace and peeling the stockings off kibum’s legs before collapsing beside them, throwing an arm over their waist and nuzzling into their warm neck.
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