They've been stuck in the same damn spot for over 20 minutes and Jonghyun is pissed.
It had been an early day for Shinee with Jonghyun jolting up at the sound of his alarm blaring loudly into his empty apartment at 3 am. He hadn't even fallen asleep yet, but nonetheless the idol life was calling. Cold shower, clothes on, phone grabbed, and he was out the door. Luckily his manager was there waiting with his usual- the tallest cup of iced coffee a man could find in Seoul- and it was off to the set.
He kept dozing on drive there. The lack of cars on the road at that hour kept the van moving at a steady pace, finally lulling him to sleep. Manager nudged him awake when they arrived as Jonghyun frowned at his iced coffee melting and untouched in the cupholder.Â
Whatever. He'll give the rest to Taemin anyway.
Taemin. His Taemin.
It was no secret that the two were a couple at this point in their careers, the members all aware and supportive (much to their disgust each time Jonghyun and Taemin held hands or shared a kiss). It's a mystery to everyone why the two haven't moved in together yet and decide to keep their respective apartments. Jonghyun likes to think it's something about the intimacy of coming over the other's place. The closest staff kept their relationship on the down low and the two play it off as an idol thing to those less familiar with the group to keep themselves protected.
However, upon entering the building, he's immediately wisked away by the makeup artists that plop him down on a folding chair in front of an old mirror and get to town working on his face. There is no Taemin in sight in the room.
He curses to himself. If Taemin isn't here yet, he must've overslept which means less time together before filming and less of happy Jonghyun there will be. Call Jonghyun a clingy boyfriend. Whatever. He doesn't care, especially when he knows Taemin is secretly into Jonghyun's obsession with him even though he won't admit it out loud.
The makeup artists slap countless products on his skin, brush color on his eyes and contour across his jaw, the process quite mechanical and familiar. He spots Minho and Kibum and gives a quick greeting, everyone else the same degree of sleepy at this time of morning. He spots Jinki in the corner waiting until one of the three finish, but still there is no sign of Taemin.
The makeup artists usher him to get changed and then it's over to the hairstylist that starts combing through his black tangled strands. He grins sheepishly when she rolls her eyes at the knots. Sue him for not combing it during the shower.
"Jonghyun-ssi. Some grays are starting to peek through. Want to dye them next time you stop by the shop?"
Jonghyun laughs. Of course Noona would notice something like that. Too bad Taemin and the fans find them a bit sexy. Even if the fans found them hideous, he'd still keep a few out of sight just for Taemin to find.
Sighing, he forces his thoughts off his boyfriend. "It's ok Noona. I think it gives me character. Nothing shameful about aging."
She smiles at him through the mirror as she sprays something into his hair. "Alright if you say so, but you know where to find me if you ever change your mind!"
Time passes by slowly until Taemin finally walks through the door. He looks beautiful even at an hour like this. Messy bed hair that he's started to grow out, puffy lips and face from sleeping, and light acne dotting his face. They make eye contact and Taemin gives him a sleepy smile.   It's the one reserved for Jonghyun only. The type where the corners of his lips go up and his eyes dissappear along with his nonexistent eyebrows. He looks a little dopey like this, but it's Jonghyun's favorite type of Taemin smile on his list. Yes, there's a list of all Taemin smiles in Jonghyun's head.
He plops down in a chair facing away from Jonghyun so he gets Taemin's back.
A little disappointing to say the least.
Everyone is on set by the time Taemin catches up and stands next to Jonghyun, and they're being briefed about today's shoot for a skincare and makeup brand with each of the members modeling a different product. Jonghyun contour, Jinki foundation, Kibum eyeshadow, Minho blush, and Taemin well.... Jonghyun stops dead in his tracks when he looks over to him.
Lipstick.
The shoot begins with Taemin up first and Jonghyun can't stop staring. While Taemin's lips are naturally plump on a normal day, the product makes them look extra full. His cupid bow is exentuated while highlighting his slightly fuller upper lip. The pink color looks beautiful on him, and it's nothing like Taemin's usual lip makeup. Jonghyun needs him. Now.
The shoot passes by in a blur- group pictures, solo shots, video content, outfit changes, but the only thing on Jonghyun's mind is Taemin and his lips. His Taemin that he's barely talked to all day. His Taemin that keeps meeting his eyes. His Taemin that looks prettier than all the others in the room and full of more lust than sin itself.
Which brings him back to the present- with Jonghyun and Taemin stuck in the van with Manager and the entirety of Seoul gridlocked in a traffic jam.Â
All Jonghyun wants to do is jump out of this car and get his hands on the other so he can kiss the daylight out of him.
Taemin doesn't seem as affected or even aware of Jonghyun's turmoil, playing with the rings on his fingers and leaning into Jonghyun the best he can given the space between them. They haven't talked much due to Manager's presence. Its been 20 fucking minutes and the car hasn't moved a meter.
"I gotta take a piss."
Jonghyun looks up. "What?"
Manager Hyung repeats. "I'm dying in here and forgot to go before we left. This traffic is nuts."
"Like right here? Now?" Taemin chimes in. He says it so normally that Jonghyun starts to fear what that entails. Shinee's schedule had ended over two hours ago so it's not exactly unbelievable if Manager was reaching emergency levels of needing a piss. "I have an empty water bottle."
Just him and Taemin holding hands while Manager takes a piss. How romantic.
"God no, Taeminie. Just getting hard to not think about it."
"You can just use my bathroom when you go to drop us off, Hyung."
And Jonghyun is going to kill Taemin.
Truly, Jonghyun should be understanding. Of course he doesn't want Manager to pee himself on the drive back in the van. But his stupid little love-struck brain that needs to kiss Taemin silly right this second is not rational.
"Thanks Taeminie. You're the best. I might explode waiting more."
Thirty-five minutes of silence sans for the car radio playing in the background and the big shiny gates of Taemin's apartment complex come into view and finally they're here. Manager scans his key card to let them in and they quickly park in the underground lot. Taemin looks half bored once he stands outside the car and Manager crosses his legs and shifts side to side. Can no one else sense Jonghyun's inner turmoil this whole time?
The elevator stops at Taemin's floor after what feels like ages and they shuffle out with Jonghyun at the back and Manager in the lead. He fumbles with the passcode and practically sprints off in the direction of the bathroom.
"Yah, what are the chances he takes a shit and stinks up my place." Taemin remarks while peeling off his shoes and socks.
Jonghyun snorts. The only thing he's thinking about is how to get to Taemin's lips the fastest, but Taemin's only thought is about shit.
Well shit.
Taemin plops down in front of his couch, wiggling his toes free and picking at the cuticles on his fingernails. His hair falls over his eyes and the lipstick is still so vibrant, and god, what Jonghyun would do to feel those plush lips. Press a line of kisses down the column of his neck and across his clavicle until he reaches the heart shaped mole on the side of it. He's waited all day for this moment, is almost at it, yet Mamager is still here and he can't do anything about.
He presses up against Taemin's kitchen counter and counts down the seconds. Everything feels so fucking long and it's so, so quiet. He needs to feel Taemin against him, needs to breathe his air, needs him like he's never lived before or felt Taemin's body against his own. The only thing that will sustain him is having Taemin all to himself.
He faintly hears the toilet flush, and finally! Manager emerges and looks a bit sheepish.
"Thank you, and sorry Taeminie," he says, though he's looking right at Jonghyun while he says it.
Maybe Jonghyun was being too obvious about it.
"Anytime, hyung. Would you like a snack before you head out?"
And god fucking damn it let the man leave, Lee Taemin.
Thankfully, Manager shakes his head. "I'm headed out to catch up with some friends tonight so I'm good. See you two in two days. Don't forget about the gayo recording schedule!"
The door clicks shut and Taemin shimmies out of his pants right in the living room and it's a sight to behold. One minute he's clad in his tight black jeans, and in the next, he's stripped down to his black boxers with his milky legs stretching on for days. He throws the pants over a chair and Jonghyun can't think straight. He hasn't been thinking for the past few hours.
Taemin blinks over at him, all soft smiles and Jonghyun just about loses it.Â
"What did you think about today's shoot, Hyung?"
"Taemin."
"I kinda liked the products for once."
"Taemin-ah."
"Everyone looked nice too."
"Taeminie."
"Would you buy the products?"
"Baby."
Taemin stops talking.
Jonghyun stalks right up to him and pushes him so he stumbles into the couch and claims.
He miscalculates and kisses the side of Taemin's mouth at first, but taemin laughs and readjusts right away, his lips so soft and full that Jonghyun can't ever get enough of them. He can still taste the product on them and he wants nothing more than to smear it all over Taemin's face. He pictures it clearly. Taemin with a trail of pink lipstick all over his cheeks, nose and forehead and maybe some other things are smeared on his face too. He's hungry and desperate in a way he usually tries to hold back, but tonight he can't.
Maybe the lack of sleep is making him delirious.
"Ah," Taemin whines as Jonghyun bites his lower lip, asking for more. He climbs over him so he's settled on top of Taemin's thighs. To most it would seem like Taemin is in charge, but like this, Jonghyun can set the pace and push Taemin into the cushion, make him a writhing mess beneath him, trap him like a deer in headlights.
He meets Taemin's tongue and deepens the kiss. Jonghyun needs everything and feels Taemin's body pressing up against his own, running his hands through Taemin's hair, tugging the strands and dragging his fingers down his nape. He takes his hand and shoves it under the flannel Taemin is wearing until he's skirting his hands along his abdomen and reaching up to Taemin's pec.
"Fuck, what are you doing."
He rolls the bud with his fingers. Taemin shivers.
"You looked gorgeous today. Couldn't stop thinking about you. How beautiful you are and how I have to share you with everyone else. Everyone else gets to see your pretty lips in that stupidly pink color."
Taemin laughs but that quickly turns into a whine when Jonghyun pinches his nipple. "Well I'm not in their arms after work, now am I?"
And Taemin knows exactly what to say to light Jonghyun's skin on fire. "You're right. All mine. My Taeminie."
"Hyung." He rolls his eyes, but Jonghyun takes the chance to wrap his arms around Taemin's shoulders. "No one else gets to mark me up either. Only you."
"You say the most insane things and expect me to be normal?" And Jonghyun has never felt so lucky to have this beautiful man in his arms as his. Strong and beautiful and lovely. He feels a hunger deep inside tangled up with his love thats been spit out for Taemin to take and for him to make sense of. It's too much, but it's real and tangible for the both of them.
He kisses along his jaw, stopping at the spot between Taemin's ear and his neck, the sensitive part of him, the soft scent of Taemin surrounding him as he kisses the spot.
"Shit. You love it."
And he's right because who else could love and known Jonghyun the way Taemin does? Taemin loves each and every part of him. The parts no one else would bother to get to know or the parts Jonghyun is afraid would make others run, but Taemin embraces and accepts fully. This is the Taemin that's been through it all with him and has seen him at his lowest lowest and the highest highs, but who still sees him as a man, a friend, a partner, a lover.
He laps at the skin, careful not to leave a mark before leaning over to the side and taking Taemin with him.
He hopes Taemin can feel the things he can't say outloud, hopes he knows he'd do this day in and day out and never get bored of it. He'd take Taemin through the bad days, the boring days, the sick days, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, to love and cherish, until death do us part.
Jonghyun should not be thinking about wedding vows while Taemin settles over his groin, but honestly whatever. It's what he feels thinking about Taemin being his forever. He keeps these things in his heart while he grips Taemin's bare thighs and he sees stars when the other hitches his hips forward to close the gap between them.
Their lips connect again and time feels endless. It's a mix of spit and wetness and teeth. Taemin hits him when they accidentally bump noses, a bit stupid and teenagery, but still so addicting. Taemin's lips part slightly to let Jonghyun slip inside and Jonghyun can't get enough.Â
He feels a fire deep in his soul and he wonders if Taemin feels it too. If he's lost in it just like Jonghyun is. If he's waited for this moment all day and he knew this is how they'd end up. If Taemin did it on purpose and maybe everything is according to his plan all along.
Taemin's waist feels so tiny in his hands, the skin so smooth and warm to the touch and suddenly the fabric of his shirt is too much. Nothing feels like enough.
Taemin stumbles a bit when Jonghyun reaches too high.
"Hey," he says, giving Jonghyun a quick peck. His lips look swollen and score, the lipstick has smeared onto his chin just below the patch of hair Taemin always forgets to shave. "I have to feed the cats."
Jonghyun let's out a sigh, moving to clasp Taemin's hand and rub circles against his wrist with his thumb. "Curse you for being such a responsible parent."
"Oh don't worry. We'll pick up where we left off in just a moment." He places another peck, this time to Jonghyun's cheek and stands on wobbly legs, sauntering off to go find them. He won't tell Taemin his boxers have ridden up on the backside his legs, ass hanging out as a result of scooting so close to Jonghyun
"Kkoong! Daeng! Time for food!"
And Jonghyun wants to do this for the rest of his life. No matter how busy their day had been, no matter how much suffering apart, no matter how many people Jonghyun has to share Taemin with, the wait will always be worth it.
I am collecting messages and art from Shawols around the world to put in a book. Then i will send the book to Shiny Foundation so Jonghyun's mom and sister can have it. I have worked for about 2 years collecting messages from Shawols near me but I think...I have found all of them.
I can collect messages and art through DM or email! I can also receive them through the mail if that is preferred.
just like u know two bros egging a house together and then making out at three in the morning and also an incomprehensible amount of yearning and also i just remembered its the same au as this one
it's not even anything; that was nothing. egging a house is small time. petty teenage bullshit. more of a nuisance then anything else. jonghyun has done much bigger, much more impactful, much more dangerous shit before. but here, in the moment, with the cold air in his lungs and the wet grass soaking through his shoes and taeminâs smile glinting in the moonlight, huge and wild with the excitement of baby's first legal citizen behavior, jonghyun has never felt more alive.Â
taemin 2:30 a.m.
hey u up
jonghyun 2:34 a.m.Â
mayhaps ;)
taemin 2:35 a.m.
oh
taemin 2:35 a.m.
w8 hold on lemme try again
taemin 2:35 a.m.
hey u up (not horny)
jonghyun 2:37 a.m.
lmfao
jonghyun 2:37 a.m.
ye :)Â
taemin 2:40 a.m.
come over?? also not horny
taemin 2:42 a.m.
maybe horny later. who knows what the adrenaline rush of [perfectly legal and law abiding citizen behavior] will do to me
jonghyun 2:50 a.m.
intriguing
jonghyun 2:50 a.m.
on my way!!
taemin 2:50 a.m.
bring ur skateboardÂ
the wheels of jonghyunâs skateboard clack over the cracks in the sidewalk, deceptively loud in the silence of the night. he rolls under cold fluorescent circles of streetlamp light, the wind blowing through his hair and rustling his unzipped jacket. as he takes a turn towards the train tracks, the streetlamps turn into old soft bulbs and the trees grow taller, less ordered, blocking some of the wind. finally he comes up on taeminâs street, his apartment complex, his door.
taemin is sitting on the curb waiting to greet him. his skateboard is in his lap, a grocery bag next to him, and his nose is buried in his phone, but as jonghyun approaches and grinds to a halt in front of him he looks up. his smile is wide and lazy in the orange glow of the porch light and his hand is warm when jonghyun takes it to hold for a second. "hey,â he says.
âsup,â jonghyun grins. he holds his skateboard under his arm and grabs taeminâs own skateboard so he can stand up unencumbered. âwhat super legal citizen behaviors are we engaging in?â he asks.Â
âuuuhhhh.â taemin hums as he stands and stretches. his box blonde hair looks almost golden in the porch light before he tugs his hood up to cover it. he taps around his phone for a moment, then holds it out to jonghyun. âcheck this out," he says.
jonghyun takes it; it's opened to a screenshot of a tweet. it's @-ing the local police department with an unblurred picture of a homeless person looking through a garbage can on the curb. they're asking how to get the person arrested for stealing. âjesus fucking christ," jonghyun mutters under his breath. he's already mad.
âright?â taemin says. âlike. care about something that matters. but, look." he leans into jonghyun so he can zoom in on the picture. he points at a wavy tree next to an agave cactus, then to a blue and orange mailbox. âi know this house. it's literally two blocks away. so, i figured." he bends down and picks up the grocery bag, showing jonghyun the two cartons of eggs inside of it. âdirect action," he grins.
jonghyun snorts. "definitely not what direct action means," he says, "but iâm down." it won't change anything but it'll make him feel better.
"sick," taemin says. "come on." he heads down the sidewalk, skateboard under his arm, so jonghyun follows the same way. they walk side-by-side, shoulders bumping, jonghyun bumping against taemin on purpose, taemin letting him. they walk from streetlamp to streetlamp, ducking in and out of light and shadow. taeminâs hoodie strings are uneven; jonghyun fixes them for him.Â
âmask?â taemin offers, reaching into the grocery bag and pulling two out.Â
âoh, sure.â jonghyun accepts it gratefully. always important to wear a mask during legal citizen behaviors. he puts it on with one hand, adjusting the black cloth comfortably over his nose and under his chin.Â
âgloves,â taemin offers next, holding out a pair that matches jonghyunâs leather jacket.
jonghyun takes those as well, but he's confused about it. âfor why?â he asks, shifting his skateboard to press it between his arm and his side so he can wiggle them onto his hands.
âwhat if they find, like, our fingerprints on the eggshells?â taemin asks. jonghyun stops everything he's doing to just look at him for a moment, eyebrows raised; taemin shoves his shoulder, waving his hand in front of his own face. âlook, i'm just, anxious, all right?â he laughs. âit's my first cri--completely legal activity.â
âokay,â jonghyun concedes innocently. the important thing, he guesses, is that taemin isn't too anxious to engage in these perfectly legal citizen behaviors in the first place. and it's good that he's being careful for his first time. jonghyun could take a leaf from his book, actually. maybe he should start wearing gloves too when he does his own very legal activities. âare you not anxious that they'll wake up and see us, though?â he asks. that's what he's usually anxious about.
âthey're on vacation,â taemin shrugs. âall week. they just left today.â
oka, well, sick. that takes care of that. âkind of devious and hot of you to want to do this on the first day,â jonghyun says. âyou know the eggs are going to be nasty by the time they get back.â
âyeah,â taemin says. jonghyun can see his grin crinkling his eyes over the mask. definitely hot and devious of him. âhow was work?â taemin asks suddenly.
âoh, uh.â jonghyun scratches the side of his head, thrown off guard by the sudden question. how was work? âworky,â he says blandly. not really much to say. âdidnât get yelled at by any shithead customers today,â he adds. itâs not as much of a joke as he would like it to be.
âyo, nice,â taemin says. âbest you could ask for.â he nudges jonghyun with his elbow, eyebrows raised earnestly. jonghyun breathes out hard through his nose and shakes his head. sometimes taeminâs optimism is baffling. appreciated, but baffling. âit's that one,â taemin says then, pointing.Â
jonghyun follows his finger. in the darkness he can recognize the wonky tree in front of the offending house. he can even see the garbage cans put away in the side garden. he's annoyed just looking at it. âegg time,â he whispers.
âegg time,â taemin repeats. they chant it together, egg time egg time egg time, until they're in front of the house, giggling and shushing each other. it looks like taemin was right-- all of the lights are off and there's no car in the driveway. gone on vacation. jonghyun waves and makes a heart with his hands at the front door just in case they have a camera.Â
next to him, taemin struggles to get into the plastic bag with one hand. âhere,â jonghyun says, holding it open for him. with a sheepish âthanks,â taemin reaches in with both hands. he pulls out not a carton of eggs, but two stapled together packets of paper. he heads to the mailbox with them; jonghyun plucks them from his hands before he puts them in, curious.Â
theyâre informational pamphlets: one about how to help people experiencing homelessness and the second about basic internet safety. jonghyun snorts into the back of his hand. how thoughtful. he slots them neatly into the mailbox and then takes the carton of eggs taemin hands him. he pulls out one egg, tosses it up, catches it, and says, âyou count it down.â
and taemin, cheeks round over his mask, counts it down: âegg⌠egg⌠egg!â
and they egg.
maybe itâs because jonghyun has never actually egged a house before, but it goes fast. one second heâs lobbing the first egg and relishing the satisfying crack; not even a full minute later he and taemin are out of eggs and sprinting down the sidewalk, picking up speed before the road slopes downward to follow a hill and they jump on their skateboards. the boards slam down on the concrete, rattling and clattering loud enough to wake up the entire neighborhood, but theyâre going too fast to care.
they hurtle down the block, clacking over each square of sidewalk, until they reach the road. taemin keeps going onto the asphalt without even looking, his hair whipping behind him. all jonghyun can do his follow , his heart stuttering in his chest for two wildly different reasons as they cross the street. he can only assume it's the grace of the moon watching over them that neither of them get exploded into blood mist by a 3:00 a.m. car driving by at exactly the wrong moment. the relief when jonghyun hops his board back onto the sidewalk on the other side after taemin is enough to make him dizzy.Â
across the street from the neighborhood is a small playground and then a field of grass and weeds. jonghyun barely gets off his board and hits the ground running before they reach the grass. taemin doesn't quite make it and his first few steps are stumbling, awkward, bent way forward to keep balance until jonghyun grabs him and helps him straighten out. and then they're running together, stumbling together, awkwardly bumping and scraping each other with their skateboards, laughing together, the echoes of their joy traveling through the night air.
it's not even anything; that was nothing. egging a house is small time. petty teenage bullshit. more of a nuisance then anything else. jonghyun has done much bigger, much more impactful, much more dangerous shit before. but here, in the moment, with the cold air in his lungs and the wet grass soaking through his shoes and taeminâs smile glinting in the moonlight, huge and wild with the excitement of baby's first legal citizen behavior, jonghyun has never felt more alive.Â
be gay do crime has never felt better.
taemin loses steam about two thirds of the way through the field. he stops suddenly without letting go of jonghyun so jonghyun jerks to a stop two steps after him, turning from the force of it, stumbling into his arms. taemin catches him, holds him, laughs and pants and breathes in his face. jonghyun can feel his pulse in his fingertips. he pulls taemin closer so their chests press together, so he can feel taeminâs pulse too. their hearts beat a staccato rhythm under the starlit sky.
taemin beams at him, taemin looks down at his mouth, taemin licks his lips, taemin looks into his eyes, taemin grabs his shirt collar, taemin kisses him.
predictable. jonghyun kisses him back without hesitation. he loves what rule-breaking does to taemin.Â
their mouths move together sloppy and wet, their noses brushing, their teeth clacking. they break apart to giggle, to readjust, before coming back together again. taeminâs hands crawl around the back of jonghyunâs neck, up into his hair, down to cup his jaw. jonghyun curls his fingers into the back of taeminâs shirt, keeping him close, keeping them in contact. he wants to feel every breath of taeminâs pushing against him and feel his own pushing back. he wants to breathe in every breath that taemin breathes out. he wants to be the air that fills taeminâs lungs in return.Â
he wants taeminâs hand to keep sliding down. he's started a path down jonghyunâs neck, his chest, his stomach, lower. his adrenaline shaky fingers drag against his jacket, push it out of the way to drag against his shirt, to hook into the hem of his jeans. jonghyun can feel taemin hard against him, grinding forward, desperate, reckless, impulsive. he feeds off of taeminâs wild energy like he always does. he absorbs it like electricity in his veins. he lets it make him just as wild, lets it drive him to push his hands up taeminâs shirt, run them all over his back. his skin is hot, tacky with sweat, buzzing underneath jonghyunâs fingertips. it manifests a buzz in jonghyunâs brain, makes him tingle and tremble all over. he loves what taemin does to him.
taemin hisses, curses into his mouth. âjonghyun,â he breathes, âjonghyun.â and just that, just hearing his name in taeminâs raw, deep, breathless voice is enough to have jonghyun hooking his foot around taeminâs ankle and taking him to the ground. he trips taemin, twists him, dips him, holds him, makes his impact light as a feather, then comes down hard on top of him, sitting on his lap, grinding against him, kissing him into the cold wet grass. taemin doesn't miss a beat, just curses more and grinds up against him, matching his rhythm like it's natural, like they were meant to fucking be together.Â
his hands are everywhere--jonghyunâs hair, his shoulders, his sides, his ass, his thighs, his wrists--and then, suddenly, they're nowhere.Â
âwait, wait.â suddenly taemin is gasping, breathing hard, wrenching his mouth away from jonghyun. jonghyun waits, panting, taeminâs heart pounding underneath his hand. taemin presses both hands into the grass for just a second before he's pressing them against jonghyun instead, pushing up his chest. âthere's fucking bugs in here,â he says.Â
and he sounds normal, regular. still a little breathless, but his tone is lighter, his voice steadier. he's not even hard anymore. his calm brings jonghyun down too. enough to blink and shake his head and get off of him, enough to laugh. of course. of course there's fucking bugs in there. of course that's an immediate bonerkiller. jonghyun stands up, brushes grass off of his knees, and holds out a hand to help taemin up.Â
taemin takes it and once he's on his feet again, lets the momentum propel him forward until he's in jonghyunâs arms again too. he gives all of his weight to jonghyun and jonghyun can do nothing but take it, stagger a few steps back, support him like he always does. like he always wants to. like he was born to do. jonghyun holds him even tighter than before.Â
taemin kisses jonghyun once more, softly, and noses against his cheek. âbesides,â he murmurs. his smile curves up against jonghyunâs skin. âyou're looking at me like you're in love with me feral style.âÂ
âam i?â jonghyun steps back, baffled. is he really? that can't be right. he's been so on top of it lately; on top of his emotions. he's been so good at regulating himself and taking the time to think through his thoughts and not let them carry him away. he does that now, thinking back along the past five minutes to see what happened.
he supports taemin like he was born to do it, their bodies fit against each other like they were meant to fucking be together, taemin is electricity in his veins, he wants to be the air in taeminâs lungs, taeminâs smile is so gorgeous and wild under the moonlightâŚ. âoh shit,â jonghyun says. he shakes his head, clearing it, then nods, shrugging, chuckling, resigned, when taemin raises his eyebrows. âyeah, i am,â he says. then, âi was.â he definitely was in love with taemin feral style for a moment there. he didn't even notice.Â
but now that he has noticed, it becomes more and more obvious every second he spends thinking about it. he laughs, burying it in taeminâs shoulder. holy shit. it's been a while since he got so lost in the sauce.Â
taemin curls his little hands around his waist, snickering next to his ear. it was him, jonghyun thinks, it was taemin and his contagious joy, his infectious energy that got jonghyun all wound up and sprung off to the moon. jonghyun has gotten so good at keeping himself in line but he's been putting off working on the way other people's emotions still affect him more than they should. it just hasn't seemed relevant. until now. until taemin got under his skin at three in the morning and took his heart soaring through the galaxy.
but that's not taeminâs fault, not his responsibility. itâs jonghyunâs problem. jonghyunâs lack of vigilance. what taemin is responsible for is bringing jonghyun back down to earth this time. grounding him. stopping him, gently, and reminding him that there's a reason he's been working so hard at this whole regulation thing.Â
jonghyun knows full well by now that the higher he flies, the harder he crashes. and he's so glad that taemin was here to keep him tethered. his heartbeat pulses through him, slow now, calm, cozy and comfortable instead of scorching fire through his veins. he looks at taemin, sweaty and ethereal in the moonlight, and smiles with all the warmth of the sun in his heart. âthanks,â he says.Â
taemin smiles back with all the depth of the ocean in his eyes. âanytime.â
and, of course, jonghyun gets lost in it. lost in his eyes, lost in his smile. his heart feels warm, fuzzy, at home with taemin looking at him like that. "but, i mean,â he says, scuffing the grass a little with his foot. he looks down and back up shyly, through his lashes. âyou know i am in love with you regular style anyway.âÂ
taemin looks down, too, and rubs the bridge of his nose with the back of his hand. then he reaches over and ruffles jonghyunâs hair. âyeah, i know,â he says. jonghyun leans into his hand, pleased pink. âcome on,â taemin says. âlet's go get ice cream.âÂ
he turns and walks off without waiting for an answer, continuing across the field towards the corner store at the other end of the block. jonghyun hangs back for just a moment to grab their skateboards, then jogs to catch up with him and walks beside him, smiling to himself. he's so cute when he's shy. he can handle jonghyunâs ravenous, impulsive, uncontrolled love no problem--but the second jonghyun hits him with a real affection, a thought out affection, an affection that he knows jonghyun means now and will mean tomorrow and will still mean a year from now, he gets all flustered.
taemin glances at him, sees him looking, looks away, laughs. he holds out a hand; wordlessly, jonghyun gives him his board. he catches taeminâs eye again and this time he winks, just to make taemin laugh harder. taemin hikes his board up under his arm, shakes his head, breathes out a big whoosh of air, and says, âyouâre in love with everyone regular style.â
jonghyun shrugs. âi sure am,â he agrees. he sure is. he has a lot of room in his heart. people try to tell him he can't be in love with everyone, that everyone loves their friends and cares about them but that's different from being in love with them. jonghyun hasn't listened for years. he knows himself and he knows his heart and he knows that there is no difference he can pinpoint between platonic and romantic, no line that he can place in the middle of a gradient that doesn't even exist for him in the first place. if it were up to him, he'd be dating all of his friends. for all he's concerned, he is dating some of them.
not taemin, though. not right now. taemin doesn't want to get all wound up in anything or anyone while he's still in college. jonghyun will ask eventually, when taemin is ready, but for now, he just likes to remind him sometimes. for fun. because it's cute to make him blush. because he knows taemin doesn't mind. because taemin likes to hear it, even if he doesn't have time to act on it.Â
so for now, jonghyun is being so brave and considerate and normal about him.
except for the rare occasions where it's a full moon and its three in the morning and they've done a perfectly legal citizen behavior and taemin is so pretty and jonghyun forgets for a minute.
but apart from that, he's being so regular. he should get an award for how regular he's being.Â
the field ends and they get back on their boards, clacking over the sidewalk towards the end of the block. jonghyun lets the wind rush through his hair. it cools him down, dries the sweat at his roots, refreshes his lungs. taeminâs hair flutters behind him, catching gold and shadow under the streetlamps; jonghyun sucks in a deep, slow breath and looks away. it's not fair how beautiful taemin is.Â
taemin raises his voice to be audible over their skateboards. âi saw that,â he says. it's smug, mischievous, and his grin pushes his cheeks up high. jonghyun rolls his eyes and declines to answer. taemin doesn't just like to know that jonghyun loves him; he loves to fucking know it.Â
he further proves this by nudging jonghyunâs side when they walk into the corner store and murmuring, âkinda hot when you're obsessed with me.âÂ
he speaks low and a little husky, leans close to hover the words over his ear. it sends a shiver through jonghyunâs whole body as they walk to the freezers in the back. it's rare for taemin to get cocky like this and it riles jonghyun up every time. but jonghyun shakes it off, gets a stranglehold around his still sensitive emotions, and replies, âif you want to seduce me now, you have to buy my ice cream for me.â he doesn't mind taemin playing with his heart a little bit if it means he can get free ice cream out of it.Â
taemin just smiles, a little lopsided, a lot warm. they reach the freezers and he opens one up, flourishing his hand dramatically to present all the flavors inside for jonghyunâs choosing. chuckling, jonghyun gets a tub of coffee gelato for himself and a banana popsicle for taemin.Â
taeminâs eyebrows rise into his bangs with genuine surprise when jonghyun hands it over. âman, you really are obsessed with me, knowing my favorite flavor,â he says as he takes it. then he uses it to block the light shove jonghyun aims at his shoulder.
âokay,â jonghyun snorts, rolling his eyes. this is hardly evidence of anything. âit's literally the only flavor you ever get.âÂ
âwhatever, parasocial,â taemin mutters. he doesn't block jonghyunâs second shove, grinning as he steadies himself on a shelf on the way to the register. jonghyun smiles back--until taemin reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, opening up to a money app.
âbrother,â jonghyun says, bewildered. he stops them with a hand on taeminâs arm, staring at his phone with wide eyes. all of his other emotions flood out of him to make way for absolute disbelief. âyou brought your phone with you?â he demands, looking up. âto a legal citizen behavior?âÂ
taemin blinks at him a mile a minute, mouth hanging open, clutching his phone protectively to his chest. âuh,â he says, âis that bad?âÂ
jonghyun just stares back at him, at a loss for words. then he sighs, closing his eyes, rubbing his hands over his face. taemin is so cute and so hot and baby's first crime was so fun, but, âyou have a lot to learn,â he says. he turns and continues up to the register, shaking his head.
taemin catches up to him and bumps their hips together. âgood thing i have you as a teacher, then,â he says.
jonghyun doesn't reply because he's busy getting a hold on his heart again.
jonghyun knows that taemin hates it, but he is so fucking cute in his work uniform. his little slacks and his little button up shirt and his little popped collar and his little nametag. adorable. almost as adorable as his scrunched up yawning face when jonghyun walks into the video game store. just barely as adorable as his acne scarred cheeks, his droopy eyelids, his wavy bangs falling into his eyes. jonghyun leans on the counter and politely waits for him to finish up with the cash register.
"welcome to game zone," taemin says, "how can i help â oh. hi.â and the way his entire face brightens when he realizes it's jonghyun is, of course, adorable.Â
âhey,â jonghyun smiles. "you forgot your sippy cup." he hands taemin his thermos over the counter, not bothering to hide his smirk when taemin huffs.Â
"stop fucking calling it that,â he snaps. "just because it has apple juice in it that doesn't mean it's a sippy cup." he snatches up the thermos and takes a drink, sipping his juice grumpily.
jonghyun laughs, smug, proud of himself for his teasing as always. then, before he forgets, he grabs his wallet out of his pocket. "also, i got you," he says. he opens up the money slot and gently pulls out his present. âwhile i was walking, i saw this leaf on the ground and it reminded me of you, so. for you." he hands it over with a smile.Â
âoh?â taemin says, taking it between two fingers and looking it over. itâs a weird one; it dropped off of someone's succulent and it's thick and fuzzy with wavy edges and soft spikes on the bottom. jonghyun grabbed it because it's weird and cool and fucked up and those are taemin's favorite kinds of plants, but also because the soft fuzzy spikes just screamed "intimidating but only at first glance.â just like taemin.Â
taemin is quiet as he inspects his new leaf. jonghyun leaves him to it, occupying himself with looking at the little toys on the front desk. they have light up pen toppers now. hell yeah. maybe he'll ask taemin to steal one for him sometime so he can use it while he's writing at night. they also have those little frogs that you push down and then they do a flip, which is an even more exquisite hell yeah. maybe he'll steal one for himself right now.
casually slipping his hand in the jar under the guise of picking one up to play with, he sneaks one down his sleeve. he puts the decoy frog on the counter and flips it, glancing back up at taemin so they can share their excitement about it.Â
taemin is already looking right at him, his jaw tight, his eyes filled with an intensity that jonghyun has never seen before. he's holding the leaf tight in his weird little fingers, and his hand is shaking, and he swallows so loud that jonghyun can hear it, and his eyes are glazed over.Â
no, his eyes are watery.Â
âuh,â jonghyun says, more worried about that last part than everything else put together. what on earth has taemin almost crying? âyou good?â he asks awkwardly.
"hey, will you marry me?â taemin blurts. his voice is raw, and husky, and it cracks, and he sniffles, and he tacks on after, "please?"
and jonghyun can't help it. he bursts into laughter.Â
he reaches over the counter and grabs taemin around the neck, pulling him into a hug. partly so taemin will understand that the laughter isn't a rejection, but also so he can push his face into taemin's collarbones and muffle it. taemin holds him back, his little hands shaking on his shoulders, and he doesn't rush jonghyun or get mad at him, so jonghyun takes his time. holy shit.Â
"was it the leaf?â he asks when he gets his voice under control.
taemin pushes his forehead into jonghyun's shoulder, groaning in the back of his throat. "it's a lot of other things too," he says, "but yeah, it was the leaf."
obviously it was the leaf. jonghyun doesn't know why he felt the need to ask. if he had known that all he would need to get a proposal was a leaf, he would have picked one up off of the ground forever ago.
"yeah, i'll marry you," he grins. he straightens up and holds taemin by the shoulders so he can look at him while he says it. "of course i'll marry you." of course he will. taemin, pink all over, his eyes dangerously close to overflowing, gives jonghyun the wobbliest, happiest smile he's ever seen.Â
chuckling, jonghyun asks, "do you want this to be the official proposal, though? or do you want to actually plan something, like, a surprise with a ring and a camera?" jonghyun is absolutely fine with letting this be the official proposal, but he knows that taemin will be embarrassed about it later. if it'll make taemin feel better, jonghyun will pretend this is just another one of their casual discussions about marriage.Â
"yes, please," taemin says quickly. "the second one. i'll plan a surprise. or you can. whatever. i don't care. i do care. i didn't mean â i care. i just. god." he puts his face in his hands, rubbing his palms into his eyes. "i can't think," he pouts. "no brain. only leaf."Â
laughing again, jonghyun leans over the counter and kisses his cheek.
jonghyun/taemin; count to twenty, one is plenty; nc-17
hey it's me back at it again with the trying to not care about posting regularly or whatever. here's a smut : )
"when i leave," taemin says, his voice a low murmur, so quiet that jonghyun has to lean forward and strain to  hear, "you're going to open this box and see what's inside. right now it is..., " he leans away, jonghyun following, to check his phone, and kisses jonghyun again when he straightens up. "just after 6:00," he says. "concert ends at 10:00. you have a little over four hours," and he kisses jonghyun another time, "to take what's in this box and put every. single. one," each pause punctuated with a slow kiss, "inside of that gorgeous asshole of yours."Â
taemin has been trying to tell a joke for the past five minutes and jonghyun is laughing, yes, but not because it's funny. he can barely even tell what the fuck it's about. he's laughing because the way taemin is telling it, so confident even as he fumbles through the set up and says "no wait i didn't sayâhold on, let me go back a little bit" and pauses to try to remember every couple of lines, is absolutely hysterical.
he laughs into the luxurious shag of the carpet that covers the floor of taeminâs tour van, pressing his face into it next to the half-eaten sandwiches and pile of orange peels that they've been snacking on since dress rehearsal ended half an hour ago. it tickles his arms, his tummy, and taeminâs fingers tickle his bare back when he taps him all over to get his attention. taemin is laughing too, breaking down into wheezes and gasps trying to get this fucking joke out, and that just makes it funnier.Â
in the end, when he finally does the full joke and punchline, it's really not even that funny. which, of course, makes it the funniest thing either of them has ever heard. they laugh together, sprawled out on the floor of the van, until they get interrupted by taemin's phone blasting out his most hardcore song yet at full volume.
his alarm. sighing, giggling, taemin picks it up off of the floor and glances at it. jonghyun already knows what it is:
"got to get down there for makeup," taemin says. "ten minutes."
"mmhmm," jonghyun replies. makeup and then fancy clothes and then final run throughs and then pep talk and then. big boy time. concert time. he stays where he is, head pillowed in his arms, feet kicking lazily in the air, and smiles up at his favorite babe of all babes. "knock em out, taemie," he says. "i'll be watching an illegal livestream," he adds, grinning mischievously. he knows taemin doesn't care but he also likes to mention every time he doesn't pay for taemin's services.Â
"course and course," taemin grins back, acknowledging both things as he rises up on his knees with his usual lazy grace. he smiles at jonghyun, then licks his lips and pushes his tongue against one of his cheeks, ticks his eyebrows up and down, and lets his mouth fall into something more like a smirk all in one moment. "got a present for you, though," he says. "to entertain you while i'm gone."
those words perk jonghyun up immediately, an ooh of interest popping from his lips. he loves presents. he loves being thought of and then having those thoughts be turned into physical objects and given to him. pushing himself up to his knees, he sits on his ankles and watches eagerly as taemin crawls to the side of the van and tugs a blanket off of a big box.Â
a chest, more like, almost piratey in appearance, clearly shity and plastic but still very nicely detailed with studded straps and a big buckle. it's a little over a foot tall and twice as long; big enough for taemin to strain to get it in his arms. jonghyun bites his lip as taemin struggles to pick it up and plunk it down heavy and solid in front of him. he waits for taemin to smooth his hands over the surface proudly before asking, because he wants to hear it again, "for me?"Â
"for you," taemin smiles. "a present that's also, like, a challenge," he adds brightly. "i want you to, likeâwhen i'm gone, likeâwait, fuck. i'm saying this all wrong." he puts his face in his hands, embarrassed. "hold on," he says, "i need to get into character."Â
"into character?" jonghyun repeats. he's never been more baffled in his life, and the question comes out as half a breath, half a laugh. what the fuck does that even mean?Â
"yeah," taemin says. he pulls the corners of his lips down, frowning extra hard for a moment, and then does it again. "i gotta get into dommy mode," he mumbles.Â
"ooh," jonghyun says, immediately a thousand times more interested. "it's a horny present?" he asks eagerly. he adores horny presents. taemin hums in confirmation, smiling for just a second before he pulls his hips down a third time. jonghyun bites his lip, patiently waiting for him to get into character. ď¸ taemin takes a minute, takes an orange slice, takes another minute of jonghyun watching his mouth move around it, his adams apple bob through swallow, his tongue wet his lips after. closing his eyes, he pushes both hands through his hair, then holds them around the back of his neck, leaning his head against them.
when he opens his eyes, he keeps them hooded, and a lazy smile on his lips, and it's not really anything different from how he normally looks, but just something just feels different about him now, different in a way that makes jonghyun shiver in anticipation.
"come here," he says, nodding his head up just once. jonghyun obeys without hesitation, shuffling forward on his knees until he can put his hands on top of the chest. taemin takes one of his hands, puts it on top of the other, and holds both down with a gentle hand that nevertheless carries a command. with his other hand, he takes jonghyun's chin, pulls him forward, and kisses him.Â
his lips are soft like a feather pillow, his tongue fresh like oranges, his teeth rough like how his voice is going to be when the concert is over. he doesn't stop kissing jonghyun until jonghyun is breathless, fighting to not move his hands even if only to curl them into taemin's shirt and hold him closer. only then does taemin pull back, just peck the tip of his nose, and wait until jonghyun remembers to blink open his eyes.Â
"when i leave," he says, his voice a low murmur, so quiet that jonghyun has to lean forward and strain to  hear, "you're going to open this box and see what's inside. right now it is..., " he leans away, jonghyun following, to check his phone, and kisses jonghyun again when he straightens up. "just after 6:00," he says. "concert ends at 10:00. you have a little over four hours," and he kisses jonghyun another time, "to take what's in this box and put every. single. one," each pause punctuated with a slow kiss, "inside of that gorgeous asshole of yours."Â
jonghyun can't help it; a whimper spills from his lips. the implications of all of that are too much for him already. the surprise, the time limit, the expectation, the instant image of every single kind of toy that could possibly be in the chest immediately springing forward in his mind, starting a fire in his abdomen.
"in order," taemin adds. "every single one, in order, understand?" he asks.Â
jonghyun doesn't, but he does at the same time, so he bobs his head up and down.
"do you understand me?" taemin repeats, fingers circling around one of jonghyun's wrists.Â
"yes, taemie," jonghyun whispers, breathless still. "everyâevery one, in order. by the time you get back. i understand." he understands that with one simple sentence taemin has taken him from zero to a hundred real fucking quick. taemin smiles, gentle, pleased, and kisses his cheek softly.Â
"good honey," he says. "always so good for me, so perfect. be perfect for me when i get back, okay?" and when jonghyun just nods silently again, leaning forward, begging for more kisses, he accepts it this time. he kisses jonghyun's cheek, his nose, his forehead, the corners of his eyes. "you can cum as many times as you want," he says as he trails his lips over to jonghyun's ear. when he gets there, he kisses it, then lets his lips just hover next to it, brushing his skin every time jonghyun's shivering body takes him a millimeter too close. "but just remember, when i come back, i will not stop until i'm done with you."Â
when that pulls a curse from jonghyun's throat, taemin finally leans back, smug, proud, confident, far too attractive for jonghyun's poor heart. it's too much and it makes jonghyun pout and that makes taemin smile wider and press a soft kiss to his mouth one last time before he stands up for real.Â
"i'll be back, perfect," he says. he bends down, grabs a sandwich for the walk inside, and leaves, turning as he slides the van door shut to wave at jonghyun through the crack.
jonghyun waves back, weakly, just barely remembering to call out, "good luck!"
then, heâs sure before taemin has even taken more than a couple of steps, he's on the chest, practically clawing at it to get it open in his excitement.Â
one latch, two latch, pop the buckle, lift the lid up and back andâthe first thing jonghyun sees surprises a laugh out of him.
 a loud one, a breathy one, a laugh that wheezes all the way to the back of his throat and pops his eyebrows right up into his bangs.Â
lying down neatly in the center, level with the top of the chest, is a cartoony kid's birthday card. except. taemin has scribbled over the happy birthday! with blue sharpie and just left the captain's booty written under the drawing of a treasure chest filled with jewels and coins and presents. he also added a winky face underneath it.Â
still laughing, jonghyun reaches in and picks up the card, flipping it open. again, with a blue sharpie that does nothing to cover up the black letters, taemin scribbled out the dive into treasure on your special day! message and scrawled instead, can't wait to plunder your treasure chest soon ; ) xoxo taeminÂ
jonghyun shakes his head, covering his face with the card. gosh. love of his life.
tossing the card over his shoulder, he looks at what was underneath the card and immediately gets all bubbly inside. it's a flower crown, pink, cherry blossoms, his favorite. picking it up with gentle hands, he touches the petals, the leaves, brings it to his nose to sniff and absolutely buzzes with excitement when he realizes that it's real. he clips it to his hair as delicately as possible, knowing without even looking that it's absolutely adorable on him and loving it.Â
with that business completed, he finally looks into the chest for the real treasure. rolling his eyes over everything in there, his next breath shudders through him as he realizes just what he's looking at.Â
still level with the top of the chest, each one nestled in a bed of black foam, sit four rows of balls. each one is a little bit bigger than a ping pong ball and they're all different colors, a dark, earthy rainbow. picking one from the center up, it has a nice weight to it, but it's covered in soft silicone. it also has a big number 11 written on it in white silicone. doing quick math in his head, jonghyun counts twenty.
which, if he's being honest, is a little bit disappointing. the way taemin was going on about four hours and every single one, jonghyun would have expected at least thirty.Â
still. it's not like he's complaining. in fact, he's doing the exact opposite of complaining. he is very very excited to put every single one of these in his asshole and be perfect for taemin by the time he gets back. there is a bottle of lube in there also, that he skimmed over while he was being extra excited about the balls, but now that he looks at it, he's noticed that it's strawberry flavored and gets all extra excited again. flavored lube means that taemin is planning on eating him out later. for a long long long time.Â
hell yeah.Â
for the time being, though, he doesn't need some four plus hours to get all of these inside of him. he taps his fingers on the edges of the chest, biting his lip, thinking. he could just hang out in here until around 9:00, give himself an hour to do it to put pressure on himself. that would be fun. or, he thinks, smiling to himself, he could start early and then all the pressure would come from trying to keep them in for so long. that would definitely be fun, and probably more along the lines of what taemin was expecting from him anyway.
but even with that decision made, four hours still seems like a real long time. he checks the clock on his phone; just a quarter after 6:00. the concert starts at 7:00. taemin is about halfway through his current tour and jonghyun has seen enough rehearsals and watched enough illegal live streams to know exactly how the whole thing will go. he thinks what he's going to do is nap until the concert starts, then watch all of taemin's introduction songs, and then, while he's saying all of his hi welcome to my concert uwus, get started.Â
that way when taemin transitions into all of his loud horny songsâshadow, experience, sexuality, all of thoseâand then all of his smooth horny songsâforever or never, ace, slaveâjonghyun will have those as a backdrop to help him out. that will be around 7:30, so he'll probably be done by 8:30 at the latest, and... yeah. good plan.Â
first step: finish the last sandwich and all of the orange slices that taemin didn't. jonghyun closes the lid to the chest for now, sits cross-legged on the floor, and munches happily, scrolling through his phone until he's finished. then he sets an alarm to wake him up in time to catch the beginning of the concert, crawls over to turn off the ceiling lamp and turn on the warm fairy lights that cover one wall, and then pulls a pillow to the center of the carpet and curls up for a nice little snooze.
when he wakes up a little while later, he's cozy and warm and content and snuggly and sleepy, which are, in his opinion, all of the best emotions to feel before you decide to get horny. wiggling around the shag carpet in his best impression of a worm, he gets on his tummy, pillow underneath his chin, and sets up his phone to watch the beginning of taemin's concert in front of him, leaning it against the chest.Â
he's just in time; as soon as he gets comfortable, taemin makes his entrance, loud and explosive, starting right off with danger. jonghyun bites his lip, kicking his feet in the air to the beat, mouthing the fan chants along with the packed crowd. the angle of the livestream isn't great but the audio is super clear, which doesn't usually happen. jonghyun can hear every note that comes out of taemin's mouth, raw and practiced and gorgeous and he is so in love.Â
but enough of that. just like always, the beginning of taemin's concert flashes by and soon taemin is just standing center stage, alone, hands on his hips as he pants and smiles out around at all of his fans.
and soon after that, jonghyun is biting his lip eagerly as he pops open the lid of the chest again. running his fingers over all twenty balls, he takes a moment to count them all again in their foam bed to make sure that they're all in order. he's honestly very grateful that taemin did that for him and didn't leave them all mixed up. that would have been a very taemin thing to do.
while taemin finishes welcoming everyone to his concert and jogs backstage to change clothes, jonghyun pulls another pillow from the pile in the corner to him. one under his head, one under the small of his back, so he can lie down next to the chest and reach in easily. just getting into that position and testing it out sends a shiver of excitement through him. this is going to be so good.Â
he wiggles out of his pants and gets his hand around his half chub just in time for taemin to come back on with heaven.
nice.Â
since he can, jonghyun takes his time, cracking open the lube and pumping a squirt into his hand to help him out. it warms up quickly, smells fantastic, and even though it's water-based, feels so perfectly sticky and slippery that he gets fully hard in no time. rolling his hips, fucking up into the circle of his fist to the beat of heaven, he draws his other hand up his chest, around his neck, into his hair, tugging and pulling on it for a minute before he drags his fingers down his face and slips two into his mouth for something to suck on.
he gets so into that that he almost forgets about the chest until he lets his legs fall open wider and bumps it with his knee. this time, when he looks at it, he feels just as excited, but a much more lazy and content kind of excited, one that starts in his abdomen and spreads through the rest of his body in an instant. so fast that he snatches his hand away from his cock, not wanting to cum this early.Â
instead, he reaches in and grabs the first ball again. he rolls it in his hands, feeling its slight squishiness, the solid material of whatever is under the silicone, and makes sure it has the number one on it before he pumps some lube directly onto it. with his right hand, he rolls the ball around, smearing the lube all over, and with his left hand, he scoops up enough to cover two fingers and reaches down to work them into his asshole.
he doesn't need to, but he wants to. just to draw it out a little more, to tease himself for a few more minutes.Â
really, it's so that when he finally does open himself up some, when he finally does lower the ball down there and press it against his hole, when he finally does roll his hips and suck in sharp breaths and bite his lip and slip it inside of himself, when he finally pushes it in all the way and feels his asshole stretch around the widest part and then suck it in and close around it, he's timed it perfectly with the first snap of mystery lover.Â
jonghyun is very proud of himself for that.
smiling, pushing his fingers through the hair at the back of his head, not even caring that they're all sticky, he takes a minute to just enjoy how the first ball feels inside of him. already he feels so full and pressured and it's only just the beginning. lazily, he reaches into the chest and pulls out ball out number two.
and then three, and then four, and then five, six seven eight, on and on. each one feels even better than the last going in and before he even gets to number 10 his cock is leaking puddles onto his stomach, dripping down the lines of his abs. he's sure he's making a mess on the carpet, drips of lube and precum and his own spit all over, but it's whatever. they have carpet cleaner.Â
he's definitely not going to waste time thinking about that when he could be focusing on how every time he pushes another ball inside of himself, it pushes all of the other ones deeper, all of them shifting and moving around in there, sometimes even pressing against his prostate and making him twitch and shiver.Â
he has to slow down around number 12, but that's okay, because that's around the time that taemin slows down his songs. jonghyun breathes slowly, letting the measured beats of day and night guide him through teasing his rim, pushing the balls inside of him a centimeter at a time.Â
on number 16, he cums. by accident. when he slips the ball in, easy now how it slides through his slick, loose rim, and all of the other balls inside of him rearrange themselves, one doesn't so much press against his prostate as much as push directly on it, a perfect angle, a perfect pressure, a perfect hot buzz of nerves that fires through him so powerfully and so quickly that all he can do is whimper and let his hips jerk up hard as he cums over his stomach.Â
and then whimper some more, frantically, desperately, as the ball doesn't move away. it stays directly on his spot no matter how he wiggles and rolls his hips to try to move it. hypersensitive, breathless, close to panicking, he does the first thing he can think of and grabs the next ball, pushing it inside of himself with barely more than the lube that was already on his hand. only then does the other one move, not completely away from his prostate, but enough to let him relax, deflating into the carpet, all of his muscles releasing their tension at once as he breathes out slowly.
he covers his face with his hands, letting them hover over his nose, and giggles, giddy and cumdrunk. nice. nice nice nice. he loves taemin.Â
the next couple of minutes are spent resting a little bit. resting, breathing, smiling, playing with the lines of jizz on his chest, trying to find some way to reach the stash of water bottles a couple feet away from him without jostling his insides too much that he accidentally makes himself nut again. he gets it eventually and sips thirstily, humming along to ace as he does.Â
once taemin finishes with ace he rolls smoothly into play me, and that rolls smoothly into jonghyun shivering all over his body. he loves play me. he makes sure to cap his water bottle and put it out of the way before he grabs ball number 18. he doesn't plan on knocking it over, but as he just learned, he can't be sure what's going to happen.
he gets number 18 in by the start of the first chorus, rolling his hips up to the beat, feeling his pulse pound in time with the words. then comes 19, slow, taking care to savor the feeling of the second to last one, biting his lip when he finally pushes it in at the end of the song.
move is next, jonghyun knows, the finale to this segment of songs. he's so proud of himself for timing this so well. how perfect it's going to be when he finishes with the number 20 right alongside taemin on stage.Â
he reaches into the chest, grabs the last ball, pulls it out, and the entire bed of foam comes with it.Â
baffled, jonghyun looks at the thin rectangle in his hand. it's only around three inches thick, full of nineteen empty round divots and one dark blue ball with a white 20 printed on it. it's attached to the ball; frowning, jonghyun grabs the foam with his other hand and pulls until he finds that ball number 20 was taped to the foam.Â
"what the fuck?" he mumbles to himself. he looks at the ball, and then the foam, and then shrugs. whatever. sitting up a little bit, he looks into the chest so he can put the foam back in and immediately feels his stomach drop.
 number 20 isn't the last ball.Â
far from it. there's an entire second layer in the chest. the same as the first one, four rows of five balls each, except these ones are pastel colored instead of earth-toned. they're also, jonghyun realizes as he looks between them and the one still in his hand, all around an inch larger.Â
"fuck," he whispers. big fuck. biggest fuck of his life.
sitting up more, he whimpers when the balls inside of him move around, try to escape. reaching down to press on his hole and keep them in there, he takes in his current situation. well. twenty more isn't bad. it's what he was hoping for in the first place, honestly. he can do twenty more easy, butâhe looks again at the rectangle of foam in his hand. then he looks at the depth of the chest and does some very sloppy math in his head.Â
hand shaking, mind whirling, jonghyun digs his fingers into the second layer of foam around the edges of the chest and lifts it up.Â
another layer. twenty more balls. pool ball sized. glittery, dark colors with lighter swirls all around, each one a small galaxy.Â
he digs his fingers in around the foam again and lifts once more. there is a fourth layer, but no balls in this one. in this one, there are six long, thin, flat, green rods. they're all identically straight until a sharp curve at the end tops each one with a cute little leaf.
and finally, at the very end, a nice big plug, wider than any of the balls, with a glittering, sparkling, jeweled cherry blossom set into the end.Â
jonghyun looks at everything, breaths pumping his chest up and down hard. he licks his lips, swallows. his cock twitches.
"are you guys having fun tonight?" taemin asks, his voice on jonghyun's phone sounding so distant right now. "we're already halfway through. sad, right? but don't worry. i have a lot of energy left, so you need to keep up with me, okay? let's make tonight perfect together."
jonghyun/taemin; a series of lists (part 25); NC-17
hey its me back at it again w another biker au part in the big year of 2025. just realized this au is a decade old lol
i started this one forever ago and i wrote the first four and then the fifth was killing and violencing and murdering me forever but then i realized summer of shines kinktober 2025 day 29 literally had all three kinks so like. i had to finish it lmao
day 29: semi-public sex, car sex, coming untouched
Taemin continues when Jonghyun tilts his head: "like, you shouldn't be asking, what do I like, you should be asking, what am I willing to indulge you in." he gives Jonghyun his right hand and squeezes when Jonghyun laces their fingers together. "and I think you should know that the answer to that is way more than you would think," he says. "because watching you have fun is my favorite part of us having sex."
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1
the amount of times that Jonghyun has had to watch Taemin nut into his own hand because he didn't know that his boyfriend was jerking off is, in his very professional opinion, homophobic. it's been at least once, usually twice, sometimes three times, every single time that the biker gang comes around ever since Taemin started sleeping in his room instead of renting a night upstairs.Â
"you know what time I get off work," Jonghyun sighs, walking the rest of the way into his bedroom and sitting down grumpily at the end of the bed. Taemin makes a little noise, eyes fluttering open and blinking hard. his hand snaps off of his dick, but then he relaxes a moment later and holds onto it again, deflating, rubbing his thumb over the head of it as little drops of cum finish leaking out. "you know how bad I wanna touch your dick.â Jonghyun flops dramatically onto his face, pushing his head against Taemin's hip, rubbing his cheek against the hem of his jeans. "just wait like 10 minutes, I am begging you," he pouts.
Taemin's hand appears in his hair. less petting him and more just messing it around, playing with it, but Jonghyun appreciates it all the same. "maybe sometimes I don't wanna get my dick touched," he mumbles. "how was work? was anyone mean to you?"
"you could let me watch, at least," Jonghyun says through his puffed-up lips. he deflates in his own sigh, though, because that's valid. he guesses. he wiggles around until he's on his side, nose pressed to Taemin's waist, looking at the cum splattered on his tummy. he got some on the hem of his shirt because he didn't pull it up far enough again. "it was okay," he says. "no one was mean to me. I only had to hide in the break room and calm down once." a big improvement from usual. Taemin being here always makes him feel just a little bit safer. less anxious.Â
he just lies there for a minute, relaxing, decompressing after the long day. Taemin mumbles a little more, little affirmations, soothing in his ears. Jonghyun only looks up when Taemin's hand leaves his head. he's struggling, reaching up for the bedside table, trying to grab the box of tissues and making more and more pathetic noises the longer it remains just out of his reach. rolling his eyes, Jonghyun gets up to his knees. he'd rather not lie here and listen to Taemin refuse to scoot over 3 inches for 10 minutes.
"here,â he says, grabbing the box and handing it over. Taemin takes it with a word of thanks, cleaning up his hand and his tummy. Jonghyun watches him, doing nothing else to help except sticking his finger into his belly button and diddling it around a little bit. he smiles at Taeminâs grumpy noises.
a question comes to him then, one that he's been meaning to ask Taemin for a while but has never gotten around to. no better time than the present, he guesses, and he says, "what do you think about when you jerk off?"Â
"me?" Taemin asks. he lifts just his head so his chin and neck squish and roll together, frowns at Jonghyun, and then flops back down. "what does that mean?" he asks. "i think about how good it feels to jerk off."Â
he says it like it's obvious, like it's the only thing he could possibly be thinking about, and Jonghyun frowns back. "that's it?" he asks, baffled. "nothing else?"
"like what?" Taemin asks back. he wads up his cummy tissue and tosses it into the garbage can, then starts struggling to put the tissue box back on his own.
"like," Jonghyun says, grabbing the box and putting it back himself. "like, a hot fairy, or doing it behind a dirty little biker bar, or someone making you get drunk, or something." maybe those are just his things, but he assumed that Taemin would have his own things besides just the feel of his hand going up and down on his dick. he was kind of banking on that, honestly. Taemin is shaking his head, though.
âoh. no, not really,â he says. he gets settled, closing his eyes and running his fingers through his hair. with his other hand, he reaches for Jonghyun, finding his leg and just holding him. "usually what happens is I wake up with a boner and then if I feel like taking care of it then I just. do. and I think about how nice it feels to be doing it. and then I'm done."
"hmm," Jonghyun hums. that's one way to do it. "so you're just vanilla?" he asks, smiling. "that's cute." everyone he usually hangs out with, him included, is into niche fetish and kink stuff, so he thinks it's extra nice that Taemin is just a regular dude. not too complicated. just enjoying the simple pleasures of life.
"alright, well." Taemin squishes his leg hard, eyebrows all scrunched up and lower lip out in a pout. "sometimes I think about, like, eating booty, or how desperate you get for me, and stuff. don't be mean."
"i wasn't being mean!" Jonghyun exclaims, indignant. he's never mean. not on purpose, anyway. he tries very very hard every day to not say mean things. nice things only, or at least neutral. especially to Taemin. "i meant it! vanilla isn't bad." he takes a hold of Taemin's hand, holding it, kissing his weird little fingers. "i like it," he says, voice tiny. "Taemin."
reluctantly, Taemin opens his eyes and glances at Jonghyun. Jonghyun holds his gaze, willing him to believe that he wasn't making fun. he really wasn't. after a moment, Taemin closes his eyes again. "i like you," he replies. his voice is barely audible, and as soon as the words leave his mouth, he grabs a spare pillow and puts it on top of his face. instantly, Jonghyun finishes being sad and starts being enamored. blushing again. loser of his life. "why do you want to know anyway?" Taemin asks the question into the pillow.
"just curious," Jonghyun shrugs. he puts his hands on top of the pillow, pressing down at the tiniest amount, wiggling it, pretending to smother Taemin. Taemin flops his arms around lazily, playing along. Jonghyun picks the pillow up and holds it in his lap instead, admiring the way Taemin eyelashes flutter. "I've been wondering, like, if there's anything I could do to make you feel better when we have sex. but I guess all I have to do is jerk you off better." he smiles, pleased. maybe a little bland, but way easier than anything else he was expecting.
"oh," Taemin says. he hums, hmm, thinking, and Jonghyun hums back, hmm?, questioning. he gives Taemin his time, playing with his hands, tracing little smiley faces and hearts on to his palms, until Taemin snatches them back to himself. boldly ignoring the way he's blushing again even though Jonghyun definitely sees it, he says, "i think you're asking yourself the wrong question."
he turns to face Jonghyun, blinking sleepily at him in the dim lamplight. he continues when Jonghyun tilts his head: "like, you shouldn't be asking, what do I like, you should be asking, what am I willing to indulge you in." he gives Jonghyun his right hand and squeezes when Jonghyun laces their fingers together. "and I think you should know that the answer to that is way more than you would think," he says. "because watching you have fun is my favorite part of us having sex."Â
okay, well. it's Jonghyun's turn to blush now. he covers his eyes with his hands, whispering little curses as his heart pounds. fuck? what the fuck. that's so soft and sweet. he lies down, wiggling close to Taemin and pressing his face into the crook of his shoulder. he needs a minute.
Taemin gives him a minute and then some. he waits patiently, fluffing his fingers through Jonghyun's hair, tugging him closer, worming around until he can flutter the blanket over the both of them. Jonghyun calms down and then gets cozy, throwing his leg around Taemin's waist and his arm over his chest. listening to him breathe, hearing his heartbeat faint beneath his ear, he thinks.
what does he think Taemin would be willing to indulge him in. well, he knows taemin doesnât really like being sexually touched in the first place, that letting jonghyun jerk him off is already a big indulgence on taeminâs part, so he skips all of that stuff. Next he skips over all of the alien stuff; not because he doesn't think Taemin would be down for it, but because anything less than a real living breathing dripping extraterrestrial with a two foot cock would be disappointing for him personally. he skips the turbocum toy stuff because he knows Taemin is going to be a big whiny baby about having to clean up. he skips over the bondage stuff because he doesn't want to make Taemin have to spend time learning how to tie knots correctly.
well, actually. Jonghyun remembers something. it's not technically bondage, but it is still Jonghyun being restricted. and it's simple enough, not very different from what Taemin usually does for him. it's a good starting point, at least, something that he can say now before he spends more time thinking about what else to ask Taemin to do with him.Â
"okay, so, what about this," he starts. he waits for Taemin to make a little noise to acknowledge that heâs still listening, then says, "i always thought this was really hot, like. and I know you'll be really good at this because you're really good at dirty talk, so, um. it's just â "
"i am?" Taemin interrupts. Jonghyun can hear the wide smile, the raised eyebrows, the pride, in his voice. he rolls his eyes, grumpy.
"yeah, and I'm mad about it because I know you're not ever doing it on purpose, you're just winging it,â he grumbles. it's so unfair that Taemin is so good at it and he's never even practiced. but that's besides the point. he doesn't want to get off track. and he doesn't want Taemin's head to get all big, either. "anyway," he says. "it's just, you tie my hands up behind my back and then, like, dirty talk me into cumming without actually touching me. like. I am 100% certain that you can do it. because I've come so close to nutting without touching myself on my own just thinking about it. I can't do it by myself but I know you could do it to me." he knows in his heart that Taemin could make him cream himself whenever he wanted.
âhehe, nut," Taemin giggles. again, Jonghyun rolls his eyes. then, "hmm," Taemin hums. he bumps their heads together, brushing a kiss to Jonghyun's hair. "horny about my voice, huh?" he asks. Jonghyun buries his face into his shoulder again, grumpy and flustered and enamored by the way Taeminâs chuckles rumble through his chest. of course he is. he's horny about everything of Taeminâs. Taemin doesn't need to point it out. "Okay," Taemin says next. "I'll think about it."Â
"really?" Jonghyun actually sits up, he's so surprised. he holds himself up with one arm and squishes Taemin's cheek with the other hand, jiggling him in his excitement. really, just like that?
"yeah," Taemin says. just like that. "it shouldn't be too hard." he swats Jonghyun's hand away, but holds it a second later. he uses it to pull himself up into a sitting position, hunched over with his hair all in his face. he blinks unevenly and rubs his free hand into his eyes. "are you hungry?" he asks. "do you want to take a ride into the town and get some dinner?"Â
Jonghyun wants to say yes, he wants to so bad, but even the prospect of a bike ride isn't enough right now to get him out of this bed. he is so tired. so instead, he says, "there's leftover soup in the fridge upstairs."Â
and when Taemin clambers off the bed to shuffle up there and get it, Jonghyun snuggles under the covers and smiles to himself. he doesn't know what exactly he's looking forward to, but heâs definitely looking forward to it.Â
2
Taemin really isn't one to wake up quickly. he likes to take his time, bring himself into the morning little by little, lament the loss of being cozy and unconscious. especially on days when he has Jonghyun with him, warm against his body, arm underneath his head. breath hot against his neck. breath rough and fast against his neck, shaky, stuttering.
Taemin is concerned, for a moment, groggily coming to the conclusion of crying. then more things start registering: Jonghyun's whispered curses and the rhythmic motion down below their waists, specifically. very quickly Taemin switches from concerned to exasperated.Â
"you complain so much about me jerking off without you and you can't even wait until I wake up?" he croaks.Â
"i have been waiting," is what Jonghyun pouts back. "I'm not even jerking off. I'm just grinding a little bit."Â
the pout is what really gets Taemin, the audible puff to Jonghyun's lips underneath the covers. of course he's just grinding a little bit. how could Taemin be so rude. he yawns, taking his time to come up with a reply. he shuffles around until theyâre completely facing each other, sliding his arm over Jonghyun's waist. he trails his arm down until he can touch the butt, squishing and patting it gently. he tucks Jonghyun's head underneath his chin, feeling warm and fuzzy when Jonghyun nuzzles in. he yawns again and says, "what, did you wake up horny?"
"maybe," Jonghyun mumbles. then, quieter, he says, "yeah.âÂ
yeah. Taemin chuckles into his hair. he's so cute. "and then, what, you couldn't wait for me to wake up? couldn't keep your hands off of yourself?" because no matter what Jonghyun says, grinding is still kind of jerking off. it's definitely not being patient.
"no," Jonghyun says, but not the way Taemin thought he would. it's not, no, you're right, I couldn't keep my hands off of myself. itâs, no, I could too control myself. it's defiant, petulant, grumpy. And he keeps going: "I was waiting for you to wake up because I wanted you to jerk me off.â like it's a great present he was saving for Taemin and Taemin is being so rude by making fun of him.
which, absurd as it is, Taemin can't entirely deny. He does love making his Jonghyun gasp and shiver and melt. So instead of continuing to tease, He just shakes his head with a resigned breath. "So sorry to keep you waiting," he says, and draws his hand away from Jonghyun's booty To push it down the front of his sweats instead.Â
Jonghyun is hard and leaking already, stickying Up Taemin's hand before he even gets a good grip on him. he smiles so big that Taemin can feel his cheeks moving against his skin. He thinks he's so slick.
"missed me that much, huh kid?" he asks. Taemin has only been back for the one night and already Jonghyun is needy and demanding. He draws himself closer to Jonghyun, getting comfortable. "or do you just need me to make you cum? Haven't nutted this whole time I've been gone?â
âYeâno,â Jonghyun pouts, breathy, already falling apart under Taemin's voice. "I can cum on my own." like he's offended that Taemin would have to ask. Like he's a big boy with his little hands and his tiny voice. Taemin can't help but chuckle, And Jonghyun can't help but shiver. He can Grumble all he wants but Taemin knows that he's down bad for him.Â
so much so that taemin asks, "would you, though?" he strokes jonghyun tight and slow, drawing fat drops of precum with each pass of his hand. "would you wait for me? all month?" he knows Jonghyun can feel his voice in his chest. âmaybe longer? as long as it takes until i get back and make you cum myself?â
âi--i would,â Jonghyun whispers. âi would, for you.â his words are already trembling. it's such a low bar but Taemin is proud of himself anyway. easy as pie.Â
âyeah?â he hums. he strokes Jonghyun a little faster, a little reward for being honest, for being desperate and obsessed. Taemin does love when Jonghyun is desperate and obsessed with him. âyou'd wait so when i finally came back you'd do anything for me? be my little cockslut?âÂ
and, âfuck,â Jonghyun groans. he tenses up, shrimps up, curls up until his forehead is pressing against Taeminâs collarbones and his knees are awkwardly against Taeminâs thighs. Taemin can swear he feels his cock pulse harder in his hand. âagain, please,â Jonghyun begs. âsay that again.â
a chuckle bubbles up from Taeminâs throat. he never knew Jonghyun was into a little name-calling. well. since Jonghyun asked so nicely. âcockslut,â Taemin repeats. he tries to move so he can find Jonghyunâs ear again without losing focus on his hand. âall pent up and--â
âno.â Jonghyun cuts him off, loud, whining, grabbing at his shirt with both hands. he shakes his head back and forth, fucks up into the circle of Taeminâs hand. ânot that,â he says, âthe other thing.â
the other thing. uh. Taemin thinks quickly, trying so hard to not lose focus when things are going so good. what fucking other thing? âlittle?â he tries, and then, all at once, he understands. âmy,â he says confidently, âmine.â
âyes,â Jonghyun breathes, barely more than a squeak. âyes, again.â
âmine,â Taemin repeats, amused throughout every single nerve in his body. of course. of course that's what it is. âmy Jonghyun, mine, mine all mine.âÂ
and Jonghyun cums, hard, every muscle tense, biting Taeminâs shirt, shooting a hot sticky mess into his sweats and all over Taeminâs hand.Â
Taemin kisses the top of his head, deliciously smug.
3
october 20
Taemin 7:32 p.m.: u ok youve been typing for like half an hour
Jonghyun 7:33 p.m.: shut up I'm being anxious mind your own business
Taemin 7:34 p.m.: o okiÂ
Taemin 7:34 p.m.: take your time
Taemin 7:44 p.m.: pretty sure whatever it is I wont mind
Jonghyun 7:45 p.m.: sfg
Jonghyun 7:45 p.m.: lo9ol9i89i
 Jonghyun 7:45 p.m.: bv vref cd cdcc cÂ
Taemin 7:45 p.m.: uh
Jonghyun 7:46 p.m.: hey this is kibum he wants to ask if he can fuck some hot trucker k bye
Jonghyun 7:47 p.m.: gosh!!!
Jonghyun 7:47 p.m.: dickhead
Taemin 7:50 p.m.: lmao
Jonghyun 7:51 p.m.: anyway :/ he's right that's what I wanted to ask
Jonghyun 7:53 p.m.: he's been coming to the motel every other week and he's handsome and a bear and he smells good and I'm pretty sure he's been flirting with me and remember how I am gray ace in the I've only been horny for like three people in my entire life way because he is definitely new number four
Jonghyun 7:54 p.m.: he talks to me and I get horny the way I get when you talk to me with your sleepy voice it's so much he's so hot
Jonghyun 7:55 p.m.: can I let him destroy me lol
Taemin 8:00 p.m.: lmao
Taemin 8:00 p.m.: idk is he like nice?? do you feel safe around him??
Jonghyun 8:01 p.m.: yeah he's very kind and polite : ) he says please and thank you and he gives me big tips when Iâm working the restaurant and he leaves little thank you notes in his room when he checks out and he calls me things like cuteiepie and doll and sweetheart : ) I think he would hold me very gentle in his big strong warm hands : )
Taemin 8:05 p.m.: hm
Taemin 8:06 p.m.: I mean I guess if you feel safe and you use condoms and tell him that Im your boyfriend and everything I dont mind
Jonghyun 8:06 p.m.: uwu!!!!!!!!Â
Taemin 8:07 p.m.: o u know what actually. you can fuck him but when you tell him that I'm your boyfriend you have to tell him that I'm big and tough and strong and cool and I'll stab him if he's mean to u
Jonghyun 8:08 p.m.: lmfao
Jonghyun 8:08 p.m.: I will I promise uwuÂ
november 5
Jonghyun 8:35 a.m.: hey the hot guy is here are you sure you're okay with me doing the sex with him??Â
Taemin 11:15 a.m.: goo moning
Taemin 11:15 a.m. : ye
Taemin 11:15 a.m.: dont forget to be chill and also not let him make you feel uncomfortable
Jonghyun 11:30 a.m.: hehehe I won't
Jonghyun 11:30 a.m.: I'll also remember to tell him you stab people with your cool knife
Taemin 11:35 a.m.: ^3^
november 5
Taemin 10:45 p.m.: hey hows it going. did you get laid yet
Jonghyun 10:47 p.m.: uwu yeah uwu I'm in his bed wearing his shirt uwu he was so nice and he absolutely ruined me uwu
Taemin 10:58 p.m.: hell yeah happy for you
Taemin 11:05 p.m.: hey tell him youâre talking to me right now and Im soooooooo big and strong and cool
Jonghyun 11:05 p.m.: lmao okay
Jonghyun 11:10 p.m.: he says hi and that we're both very lucky and it's really cool that you're so protective over me uwuÂ
 Jonghyun 11:14 p.m.: he also wants to know if he can take me out to breakfast tomorrow
Taemin 11:20 p.m.: idk that sounds kind of like a date :/
Jonghyun 11:22 p.m.: yeah I was thinking the same thing lol I'll tell him no
Jonghyun 11:22 p.m.: I like breakfast being just our thing
Jonghyun 11:22 p.m.: I like being just yours uwu
Taemin 11:25 p.m.: I am going sleepy now good nightÂ
Jonghyun 11:26 p.m.: i didn't let him kiss me either bc that's only for you :3
November 6
Taemin 10:50 a.m.:
4.
âokay, so,â Taemin says, closing the door to Jonghyun's floor behind them and then following Jonghyun to the couch. he dumped his bag there when the group rolled in earlier and now that Jonghyun is finally done with his shift he can show him the gift that he got him. Jonghyun sits eagerly on the couch, feet bouncing, hands papping on his thighs, smile taking over his whole entire face. he's so cute that Taemin has to stop rummaging for a moment just to cup his face and smooch him.
"okay, so," he says again. "this is partially a joke present. but i also know that you're genuinely going to like it and want to use it, so.â moving aside all of his bathroom stuff, he pulls it out: unwrapped, unceremonious, unashamed, the dildo flops in his hand until he grabs the head of it to make it stop.
"holy shit." Jonghyun snatches it out of his hands with enthusiasm usually reserved only for motorcycles, laughing already. he turns it over in his hands, appreciating the material, the weight, the swirled black and neon purple color. Taemin grins himself, smug. he knew Jonghyun would like it. "this is so â hold on."
Jonghyun grips the dildo tight in both hands and looks up at Taemin with wide eyes. "is this yourâ?" he asks, and Taemin grins even wider. he also knew that Jonghyun would immediately be able to tell. âit is,â Jonghyun hisses, and then he's laughing all over again. he falls forward, pressing his forehead into Taeminâs shoulder, and Taemin has never been prouder in his life.
it sure is a custom dildo of his own dick, molded to perfection down to the last stray pube that he realized too late was hanging out on the base of his shaft. one of the best purchases he's ever made in his life. top 5, definitely. "it's hollow," he says into Jonghyun's hair. "so you can put a vibrator or whatever in there if you want â"
"i want,â Jonghyun says firmly. he straightens up, holding the dildo tightly in both hands, nodding his head like this is very serious business. "i do want."
"i knew you would,â Taemin grins, reaching into his bag. he pulls out the little metallic vibrator made specifically to fit inside the dildo. "so i got you one already." he holds it loosely so when Jonghyun grabs it there's no resistance. Jonghyun has it in a flash, biting his lip and struggling to carefully fit inside of the rubbery silicone without just jamming it in there. he's so cute when he's excited.
the emotion of love and all of the blushing that comes with it is creeping threateningly close so Taemin quickly pivots back to his bag for a third time. "i also,â he says. "i got you." he snorts, muffles his laughter behind his hand, and tries again, pulling the box out. "i got you a kit so you can make your own. because i know you want to fuck yourself so bad.â Jonghyun has never told him that but Taemin just knows that it's true.Â
âholy fuck.â just as quickly as he grabbed the vibrator, Jonghyun snatches the box out of Taemin's hands. "are they all purple â? no, this one is pink." he holds the box to his chest with both hands, smiling at Taemin with wet eyes. "you know me so well," he says.Â
"yeah, well," Taemin says. he pinches the bridge of his nose, stuck between being proud and amused and in love and embarrassed and not sure what to do about any of those. it's a little overwhelming, all of these emotions at once, and his carefully lowered walls are coming back up. he can tell. he creeps his hand over to Jonghyun, tickling his fingers over his knee, just to touch, just to ground. âit's because i like you or whatever," he mumbles.Â
Jonghyun puts the box down and gathers Taemin up in his arms instead.Â
Ignore how its lapselock suddenly its fine <3
the nighttime breeze chills the sweat on jonghyunâs skin when he takes off his helmet. the only light comes from the moon and the dim orange glow coming from the bar taemin has stopped behind. jonghyun is excited; they've come to this bar a few times before but it always sends a thrill through his skin to be here. the rows of motorcycles out front, the smell of grease and leather, the rumble of voices from inside. this is it. this is the rugged biker fantasy that jonghyun always harbored inside of his heart even after he got to know taemin and his gang.Â
and whatâs even better is that taemin knows the owners of the bar enough to get permission to come park in the back where itâs quiet, where thereâs room to breathe. where jonghyun can take his time to psych himself up to be a big brave boy and go inside, and where taemin can come when he decides thereâs too many people and he wants to be alone.Â
itâs a compact little parking lot back here. jonghyun takes it in while taemin fumbles with his helmet and his bike. only about four parking spots, all currently taken by employees of the bar so the two of them have instead settled the motorcycle against the back wall. on the left is the high wall of the next door building, on the right is a row of hedges too high to see over, and a low brick wall separates the bar from the street behind it. a bright streetlight shines in the far corner, pulling shadows from forgotten boxes and crates.
âhang out here for a minute?â taemin says. he says it quiet, just loud enough to be heard over the bustle from inside. âiâll go get us some drinks.â he waits for jonghyun to reply, giving him a chance to accept or decline. jonghyun nods after a moment of hesitation. yeah. no need to psych himself up to go inside if some alcohol does it for him. taemin nods back, cups his face in his glove-clammy hands, smooches his cheek, and heads inside.
jonghyun readjusts himself to be sidesaddle on the bike, cheek tingling. he likes that guy.Â
above, the full moon shines extra bright in the dark sky. if he leans enough to the side, he can see cancer peeking out from behind the next door building. he'll have to point that out to taemin when he comes back. taemin likes when jonghyun tells him which stars are him. jonghyun can see the affection in the way he automatically glances up to search the stars. the way his eyes stop when he finds it, the way heâs silent for a beat too long before he swallows hard and abruptly changes the subject.Â
he's lost in thoughts of taeminâs powdery pink blush when the back door opens and warm yellow light floods the parking lot. taemin backs out of the bar, tray of drinks clattering in his hands, and kicks the door shut. smiling, jonghyun reaches for him, making grabby hands. taemin carefully puts the tray down on top of an overturned crate next to the bike. he's gotten them two pinky looking shots, two tall orangey red drinks, two water bottles, and two melty grilled cheesies. jonghyun bites his lip, excited.Â
taemin frees it with his thumb, then kisses it. his lips are soft, warm. up close, under the lamplight, his cheeks have an almost ethereal glitter. he's let his hair grow out on the sides and in the back and has been dying it a light dirty blonde instead of just bleaching it for a while. his bangs fall into his eyes, wispy and gorgeous. jonghyun smiles just from the simple pleasure of looking at him; he hands jonghyun one of the grilled cheeses and jonghyun smiles wider.Â
they eat their sandwiches together in comfortable silence. taemin leans on his bike next to jonghyun and looks up at the sky obediently when jonghyun points. then he pushes his forehead into jonghyunâs shoulder predictably when he finds the stars. jonghyun grins, ruffling his hair, smiling a kiss against the top of his head. every so often as he works his way through his grilled cheese he takes a sip of his tall orange drink. it's cold, fruity, yummy, one of those drinks that are dangerous because you can't taste the alcohol in them.Â
âvodka,â taemin mumbles when jonghyun asks about it. âand some fruit juice combo, i don't know. i wasn't paying attention.â he takes a sip from his water bottle and adds, âbartender knows my usual.â
âkinda hot,â jonghyun mumbles back. kinda hot to have a regular and a bartender that has it memorized. jonghyun wonders if any other bartenders have taeminâs regular memorized. if there are dingy little biker bars up and down the country where taemin hangs out, eyes hooded, legs crossed, sipping his little fruity drinks, thinking about his long day. thinking about his bike. thinking about his cute boyfriend waiting for himâŚ. jonghyun blushes into his food, grateful that it's too dark out here for taemin to notice.
heâs about halfway through his taemin regular when he finishes his grilled cheesie, which means that there's the perfect amount of alcohol in him to think it's a good idea to do a shot. eagerly, he wipes crumbs off on his pants, then turns enough to grab the two little shooters taemin got them. probably vodka again, but with some kind of pink fruit to take the edge off. knowing taemin, probably strawberry.Â
jonghyun gives one to taemin, then offers his own glass up to cheers. taemin finishes up his last bite of his sandwich, swallows thickly, and clinks his glass against jonghyunâs. they knock back the drinks, jonghyun with his regular excitement, taemin with his usual low hum. as always the alcohol burns his throat bad, burns his chest good. it's not just vodka; there's another taste there, something he knows he's had before but he can't quite place. it's a little sweet, a little earthy, a little deserty maybe? and of course, the strawberry that lingers on his tongue after it goes down.Â
jonghyun shivers, eyes scrunched shut, and comes out of the swallow with a little giggle. he can always trust taemin to get him something good. blinking open his eyes, he focuses in on taemin in front of him now. taemin gently pushing his legs open, taemin stepping close, taemin cupping his face, leaning forward, pushing their mouths together.
jonghyun accepts the kiss happily. his taemin is always so soft, his mouth so warm and inviting. this angle, jonghyun on the motorcycle and taemin standing above him, is steeper than usual, makes him feel small and cute. and when he opens his mouth against taeminâs--
and when he opens his mouth against taeminâs, taemin parts his lips just a tiny amount and a trickle of alcohol flows from his mouth and onto jonghyunâs tongue.Â
jonghyun squeaks, moans a little bit, grabbing on to taeminâs wrists. not to move him, just to hold him. he opens his mouth a little wider, letting the alcohol flow down his throat. it burns, going down slow, a little at a time as taemin spits it into his mouth, but jonghyun kind of likes it. no, he really likes it. he thinks it's really hot. with one hand he pulls taemin closer by the hips so they're pressed together. taemin leans against the wall behind jonghyun with one arm, steepening the angle, putting more pressure on him.
by the time jonghyun has swallowed taeminâs shot, he's hard. he licks into taeminâs mouth, wanting more strawberry, wanting more alcohol from him. taemin lets him suck on his tongue as he slowly drags the zipper of jonghyunâs jacket down. he pushes the jacket off of jonghyunâs shoulders, gently takes each arm and pulls it off completely. as soon as his hands are free jonghyun is back to holding taeminâs face.
that doesn't last long--without breaking the kiss, taemin does something with the jacket behind jonghyun and then grabs one of his wrists. he pulls it away from his cheek. jonghyun whines, not wanting to let go of him, and taeminâs grip tightens around his arm. that's so hot on its own that jonghyun just lets him do whatever the hell he was going to do.Â
taemin puts jonghyunâs arm behind his back. then he takes his other wrist and does the same. kissing jonghyun so smooth, so deep, so perfect and wonderful that jonghyun is getting a little dizzy, taemin holds his hands together and wraps his jacket around them. by the time jonghyun realizes he's being tied up, it's too late.
he breaks the kiss himself, trying to look behind him, wiggling his hands. it's no good--somehow taemin tied a perfect knot and he can't struggle out of it. jonghyunâs head is already swimming from the kiss and now he can feel the alcohol starting to settle in too: the first warm, fuzzy, floaty feeling is radiating from his stomach to the rest of his body. he looks back up at taemin and loses his breath.
taemin looks back at him the same way he always does: hooded eyes, soft mouth, quiet interest. but he's also so fucking different. jonghyun thought he looked a little glittery before; now he sure of it, sure that his skin sparkles, glinting in the lamplight. is that. is that makeup? he forgets already and tries to lift a hand to touch taeminâs cheek. it doesn't work. taemin notices, glances down and back up, gives him a hint of a smile.Â
and that's not the only change. his eyes, normally a warm dark brown, have a bright white ring around the irises. and between his eyes, creeping down his nose and over his brows, is⌠it can't be a tattoo. can it? no. but it is light, curling lines that decorate his skin, art on flesh, shimmering in the moonlight when he tilts his head. and the change in position has his hair falling away from his ear on one side--his ear, pointy, curled a little at the tip. again, jonghyun forgets and tries to touch.
taemin smiles a little wider, tsking at him, shaking his head. âmy silly human,â he murmurs, brushing jonghyunâs bangs out of his eyes. he trails his fingers soft down jonghyunâs cheek and cups his jaw firm, tilting his face up. âdon't you know not to take food from fairies?â
jonghyun whines. taemin is right. that's one of the most important rules about fairies. jonghyun can't believe he forgot. he can't believe he didn't notice when taemin came out looking like this. did he? he can't have. he must have. jonghyun can't remember. he's overwhelmed, his mind hazy from the alcohol and the kiss and the surprise. he realizes he's forgetting to breathe and sucks in a deep breath.
it catches in his throat and he coughs, turning it down, turning it into his shoulder. âoh,â taemin hums, and even his voice is different. it carries the smallest hint of musicality, of playfulness that isn't normally there. âcareful, my young one. here. you must be thirsty.â he holds jonghyun by the chin and touches something to his lips.
gratefully, jonghyun opens his mouth and tilts his head back to accept the wat--the alcohol. taemin is holding his half empty orange drink glass to his mouth, slowly trickling it onto his tongue.Â
jonghyun can't help it; a moan echoes around the glass. this is as hot as he always imagined it would be. he doesn't really like drinking too much himself. his inability to let go of his anxiety and checklist of things to do back at work, even for a fun night out, always nags at him. but like this, with taemin holding him in place and pouring it into his mouth for him, the guilt leaves right alongside his sobriety. the responsibility slides right off of his shoulders. he can get as drunk and as loopy as he wants with the excuse of taemin to fall back on.
and taemin looks so hot with his dark, intense, ringed eyes staring him down. holding his attention, making sure he's alert as every drop of alcohol spills into his stomach. he can get as drunk and loopy as taemin wants, and he'll have to put all of his trust in taemin to treat him right while it happens. the thought sends a shiver down his spine, makes him gulp down the next swallow that much harder.Â
he can't believe taemin remembered about the getting him drunk thing. he's so soft. so happy thinking about it. that taemin heard him say one thing offhand one time months ago and now he's⌠and now heâs⌠hold on.
jonghyun fully realizes the magnitude of what taemin is doing as heâs swallowing the last of his fruity alcohol. and good thing, too, because the way he gasps definitely would have made him choke and splutter on it.Â
taemin didn't just remember one thing. he isn't just getting jonghyun drunk and tying him up. wait. thatâs two things. taemin didn't just remember two things. he remembered more. he's doing more things. jonghyunâs head is so fuzzy. it's so hard to string his thoughts together. but they string themselves together, all the things taemin is doing for him: he's tying jonghyun up on his motorcycle behind a dirty little biker bar and making him get drunk while dressed up as a hot fairy.
he's doing every single thing jonghyun mentioned to him that one time. he's doing one⌠two⌠three⌠uh⌠so many things. all at once. and he's going to do more. there was another thing. jonghyun thinks. something else related to him being tied up. he remembers telling taemin. what was it? he can't remember. he runs through his list of things that turn him on, all of his favorite little fantasiesâŚ.
his cock throbs under his zipper. fuck, he's so horny. and heâs so happy. and he's so excited. and âi love you a lot, taemin,â he breathes. it comes out of him fast and honest and he reaches with his fuzzy hands for--nothing. he doesn't reach. he can't reach. he's tied up. it's so hot. but he wants to touch taemin, hold him, kiss him. heâs such a pretty red underneath his glitter right now. jonghyun loves when he gets red. he leans forward, trying to push their mouths together.
taemin catches him and pushes him back against the wall. âcareful,â he repeats. gently, he cups jonghyunâs face and pecks his mouth. jonghyun swears he can feel the heat radiating off of his cheeks. taemin slowly deepens the kiss until jonghyun is breathless again, then pulls back. he's not red anymore. jonghyun pouts. he wants the red. and he wants the kiss. and he wants taemin. he opens his mouth to beg but taemin shushes him with another soft kiss. âare you going to be careful, my jonghyun?â he asks. âare you going to let me take you back to my world in one piece?âÂ
âwha? oh. yes,â jonghyun whispers. his world. taeminâs world. the fairy world. because he's a fairy. right. jonghyun has to play pretend, too. it doesn't work otherwise. the fun fairy sex. he remembers that. taemin was kissing him for so long that the shots have well settled in, but he remembers that. âyes,â he says again, more confident, more desperate. he imagines it, imagines taemin taking him through a shimmery veil of stars and leading him into a world of glitter and magic and this ever growing warm, tingly, floaty sensation inside of him. a world without responsibility, without tables to wipe down, without budgets to balance. the more jonghyun imagines it, the more he can feel every molecule of the fabric of his jeans squeezing his cock against his thigh. âyes, take me with you, please, take me away,â he whines.Â
and at his pleading, his desperation, taemin laughs. a quiet, soft chuckle. he pushes jonghyunâs bangs back from his forehead and lets them fall back down into his eyes. âyeah?â he asks, amused. âthat easy, huh? no trouble at all for you to admit that you want a strange fairy you just met to kidnap you?âÂ
this time it's jonghyunâs turn to blush. he was so eager, so excited, he didn't even consider that. now he looks desperate, like he would give up his whole life just for some glitter and magic. but now, as heâs thinking about it, he still doesn't disagree. he still would give it all up for a fairy. if that fairy was taemin. he nods, biting his lip, trying not to pout. âi want--want you. to take me,â he says. that's all he ever wants taemin to do. âi want--â
âyou want to be mine?â taemin asks. and it's such a simple word, mine, but it makes jonghyun shiver every time. it echoes around his head, bumping against the soft edges and magnifying until it's all he can think about. âyou want to belong to me?â taemin asks next, and that's even fucking better.Â
âi do,â jonghyun says. he wants to be taeminâs all the time. always. not just a few days every few months. every day he wants to have taeminâs arm around his shoulders, taeminâs mouth on his mouth, taeminâs mark on him for everyone to see. he wants--he wants taemin closer. again he forgets and again he tries to reach for taemin. the smallest growl rumbles in his throat when his arms wrench against the knot around his wrists. taemin laughs again, enjoying his uselessness, his helplessness. jonghyun does the only thing he can think of and clumsily hooks one foot around taeminâs thigh, trying to bring him forward.Â
it doesn't work in that he has no force, no strength to make taemin move. it does work in that taemin glances down, raises his eyebrows, and steps closer himself until his thighs are pressing jonghyunâs wider open and his hands are on the seat of the bike on either side of him. he smells like grass and leather and grilled cheese. and still, even though they're breathing the same air, taemin doesn't make any contact with jonghyunâs cock. doesn't let jonghyun grind their hips together.Â
âyou say you want to belong to me,â he murmurs, his lips just brushing against jonghyunâs, âbut you already do belong to me, don't you?â he kisses jonghyun and swallows his soft moan. he touches his lips to jonghyunâs cheek, then speaks against his skin. âyouâve belonged to me since i first set eyes on you tonight. all the places i've beenâŚ.â his voice is so husky, so deep, so close. it's all jonghyun can hear. it drives him up the wall. he tries to roll his hips forward, runs out of room on the bike, does nothing to resist taemin grabbing his waist and shoving him backwards. âall the other realms,â taemin says, not changing the tone of his voice, not acknowledging jonghyunâs escape attempt. âall the other people iâve met, creatures i've seen. and none of them ever caught my eye. until you, my jonghyun. and you know what that means?âÂ
what that means? jonghyun barely knows what all of those words put together mean. his breaths tremble out of him. he clenches his hands into fists and releases them, clenches and releases them, twists them, still trying to break free. he keeps fucking forgetting. the restriction is making him ravenous. âit means,â he says. âit means.â he knows what he wants it to mean. âmeans i'm your favorite,â he manages to say. âmeans i'm special and i'm worth it and--and it means, and it means, i'm yours, i'm already yours.â
âit means youâre already mine.â taemin steps back when he repeats it, simple, nonchalant. he picks up his full glass of fruity orange drink and takes a sip.
jonghyun watches his lips form around the rim of the cup, his adam's apple bob as he swallows, and feels his lust pound new and fresh throughout his veins. âyes,â he agrees, nodding. he's so glad that he was right. he's so glad that taemin agrees. he's so glad that taemin already owns him. âyes yes yes.â
âyes yes yes,â taemin repeats, laughing into his drink. jonghyun flushes even darker than he was before. his cock pulses with every breath that leaves taeminâs mouth. his voice is so low and hot. âyou would say yes to anything i say,â taemin hums. he tilts his head, he takes jonghyunâs chin in his hand again, he tilts his glass to jonghyunâs mouth. giving jonghyun tiny sips of the drink at a time, speaking over jonghyunâs soft moans, he continues, âbecause you're so desperate and needy, aren't you? youâre soâŚ.â
and here, he pauses. here, he hesitates. even drunk, even getting drunker by the sip, even so hard he can barely think, jonghyun knows taemin enough to know that he's arguing something with himself. it's in the way his eyes freeze, glass over, lost in his thoughts for just a second. he takes a breath, hesitates again, lets it out. whatever it was, whatever chance he was debating on taking, he doesn't take it. jonghyun wishes he would. taeminâs eyes snap back into focus. he takes another breath and, with the laziest smile, like nothing just happened, he says, âyou're so cute, aren't you, my silly human?âÂ
he takes the glass from jonghyunâs mouth and puts it back on the crate. âso cute,â he says, âthat it's so empty up here,â and he cradles the back of jonghyunâs head, presses his lips gently between his eyes, âthat you need me to take care of you. take you away and take all your worries away. isn't that right?âÂ
everything taemin says is hotter than the last thing. and it's not just what he's saying; it's that he's phrasing them as questions. jonghyun has to answer them, has to admit that, âyes, that's right, i'm. i can't do anything myself. i need you to,â and if he was blushing before, now he's on fire, âto make all my decisions for me. to tell me what to believe. to tell me everything i need to do.âÂ
taeminâs eyebrows rise up into his bangs. jonghyun took this into a different direction than he was steering it; jonghyun doesn't care. that's what he wants at the core. he doesn't want to have to do anything. he doesn't want to have any responsibilities. any obligations. any anything. all he wants is to relax and have someone else choose for him. just the thought has his mind smoothing out into bliss, his hips jumping forward minutely in time with the beat of his heart.
taemin recovers quickly--he sighs out an amused breath, shaking his head. âso useless,â he praises. he kisses jonghyun again, slow and soft. he doesn't let jonghyun deepen it, blocks his tongue, holds his chin and keeps his mouth closed. between sweet pecks, he says, âi'll take you home with me and dress you up how i like⌠dye your hair my favorite color⌠make your food for you every day⌠tell you where to go⌠what to say⌠how to think⌠when to cum.âÂ
that last one hits jonghyun like a truck. he was starting to think that taemin forgot he was hard. forgot he started doing this sex thing. it's so easy to forget things. taemin has been so sweet, so casual, this whole time. and now his blunt acknowledgment has jonghyun even dizzier. he struggles to get his breath to fill his lungs. it keeps getting caught in his throat, not making it all the way down. eventually, so weak it's almost a whisper, he manages to say, âplease, yeah, tell me... tell me when⌠please.â
taeminâs laugh is so hot sometimes. now specifically. now when it goes right into jonghyunâs ears and straight to his cock. now when he finally, finally, drops his eyes between jonghyunâs legs and laughs even harder, his breathy chuckles so warm and fond. âpoor thing,â he muses. âso oblivious you don't even notice your cock is crying. you're making a mess of your pants, my jonghyun.â he puts just one finger on jonghyunâs thigh, so close to his cock but not touching. the contact makes jonghyun realize that yes, his cock has been crying, leaking, seeping precum into his jeans this whole time, making him sticky and wet. another fat drop leaks from his tip, the wet spot on his jeans soaks further out, taeminâs smile grows a millimeter. âeveryone's going to notice when i bring you back inside,â he says.Â
âfuck,â jonghyun whispers. he forgot. he forgot there were people inside. inside the bar. the dirty little biker bar, rugged and filthy and full of big, strong, looming, rough and tumble types that could pick him up and bend him in half no problem⌠if he didn't have taemin with him. if he didn't have taeminâs arm tight around his waist, his barely there smirk telling everyone else that jonghyun is off limits, jonghyun is already spoken for⌠unless he wants to share. âfuck,â jonghyun repeats. his imagination is running wild.Â
something at his lips--jonghyun whines at the threat of more alcohol, then whines louder when taemin tilts the liquid into his mouth and it's just water. he wants more fuzz in his brain, more heat in his tummy. he wants his thoughts to come back to him, to straighten out into something coherent. he can't choose which he wants more.Â
taemin chooses for him. he makes jonghyun drink the water, hums a soothing noise as he watches jonghyun swallow. âstay with me, young one,â he murmurs. jonghyun nods, watching his hooded eyes, tracing the swirling lines in between them. yes. yes. taemin is right. he needs to stay calm, he needs to stay here, he needs to be able to understand taemin when he takes away the water bottle and says, âhelpless without me.â
âdo you need me to tell you your balls are full, too?â he asks.Â
the question is like a command. it immediately draws jonghyunâs attention to his balls, cramped between his legs and yes, so, so fucking full. now he's fully aware. now he can feel every tiny movement, every shift of his legs, every pound of his heartbeat. there's so sensitive. he's so sensitive. his mouth trembles, unable to form words.
taemin leans up close again. he kisses jonghyunâs cheek up to his ear. âyou need me to tell you they're begging?â he asks. âyou need me to remind you that anything can set you off right now? anything, like--â there's a silence for just a moment. then taeminâs motorcycle rumbles to life underneath jonghyun.
jonghyun grows through his teeth, rough, surprised, ecstatic. it's a weird angle, sitting sidesaddle and not straddling it like he likes best, but it's still so so so fucking good. it vibrates his whole body. the smell intensifies in the best possible way. the sound of it rumbles around his brain.Â
and still, taeminâs voice is crystal clear next to his ear. his hot mouth hums out the words, light touches of his lips on jonghyunâs sensitive skin enough to have him whimpering. âso cute you are, my human, my jonghyun, so ready to pop,â he says. jonghyun can feel his smile. again he tries to break free of his restraints, desperate to touch taemin. to hold him. to grab onto his leather jacket and let it be the thing that anchors him to the earth.
but he can't. all he can do is writhe and breathe and pulse and float further and farther away from reality. the only thing keeping him together is the faintest brush of taeminâs mouth on his skin, the tiniest bit of contact he gets from closing his legs around taeminâs hips. maybe this is part of getting kidnapped into the faeworld? maybe he needs to let go. maybe he needs to let himself dissolve completely under taeminâs watch.
taemin grabs onto his hips, his hands solid, strong, firm. he forces jonghyun to stay still, forces him that much closer to the bike, forces him to take it. and for all of his strength, his words are still light and pleasant, like jonghyun is a toy that he's amusing himself with. âcan't wait to take you with me,â he's saying. âgonna lock you up and play with you all day long. keep you drunk and high and out of your mind so i can do whatever i want to you. youâll never have to think about anything again.âÂ
jonghyun is making noises. he knows they're not words even though he wants them to be. they're desperate, theyâre agreeing, they're begging, pleading, sobbing, and taemin kisses him for each and every one. his mouth trails hot fire all over jonghyunâs face. jonghyun is about to burst. he's about to explode. he's about to--Â
âyou really want that, huh?â taemin asks. he kisses jonghyun flush on the mouth, just once, and pulls back enough to lock their eyes together. jonghyun nods. he tries to. he thinks he does. he wants that so fucking bad. he's so fucking close. âwell,â taemin says, âfirst you have to cum for me.âÂ
the words are barely out of his mouth before jonghyun is cumming so hard he sees not just the stars above the bar, but the entire galaxy floating around taeminâs head.Â
his throat struggles to breathe in--taemin kisses him and takes his breath away. he tries to pound his hands on the bike, on the wall, on anything--the knot keeps them together. he tries to fuck his hips up, fuck through his orgasm--taemin holds him still. all he can do is sit there and take it and experience the best orgasm of his fucking life as it flashes and rolls and sparks and oozes throughout his every single nerve.
taemin talks him through it, watches him with his bright eyes and small smile and murmurs, âfeels good, doesn't it? feels good to cum, feels good to cream yourself on my bike, right? youâve wanted this for a long time, haven't you, jonghyun, my jonghyun.â he extends the orgasm just by speaking, just his voice making jonghyun jerk and gasp and pump more and more cum into his jeans.Â
and when he's done, when he's winding down, when he's shaking and twitching through the aftershocks, taemin kisses him through it. gentle, soft, he lets jonghyun play with his tongue as much as he wants. slowly, jonghyun gets his brain back, his senses, his thoughts. slowly. so slowly.Â
too slowly? he remembers having more of a brain than this. more put together thoughts. thoughts that come to him easily, quickly. where did his brain go? did he cum his brains out of his dick? maybe. maybe that's what fairy magic does to someone. pretty hot.
âhere.â taemin holds the water bottle to his mouth again. jonghyun sips, then gulps, swallowing the water thirstily. when he's had his fill, taemin takes it away and kisses him again. he slides his hands behind jonghyun, trails his fingers along his forearms, holds his hands for a minute. jonghyun likes that. he likes when taemin holds his hands. why are his thoughts still so fucking weird and slow?
âmaybe just one shot next time. forgot youâre a lightweight. you can barely kiss me right,â taemin chuckles against his mouth.
âOH, right, i'm fucking drunk,â jonghyun announces. then he giggles, and then he laughs, hard, so hard his stomach starts to hurt, leaning forward and pressing it into taeminâs shoulder. he fucking forgot.Â
taemin carefully unties his hands, rubbing his thumbs into his wrists for as long as it takes for jonghyun to realize he can move them again. then jonghyun grabs onto his leather jacket, holding him, crying laughing into his neck. taemin holds him loosely around the shoulders. rests his cheek on the top of jonghyunâs head.
âso you had fun?â he asks blandly. then, âor, wait. am i supposed to--am i still a fairy? i don't--i don't know how long i'm supposed to play pretend. just--whatever. forget it. here.âÂ
taemin hands jonghyun the rest of his tall fruity orange drink. jonghyun stops laughing long enough to take one sip, and then he notices the red blazing on taeminâs cheeks and starts again.
jonghyun/minho; minho has a good time and he doesnt get blueballed (lying); nc-17
kibum leaves minho naked tied up and blindfolded before he goes out and tells their friends they can come over and play with him
jonghyun comes over first :3
okay i mean originally this was just supposed to be about the sounding but then a lot more happened lol so for summer of the shines kinktober 2025:
day 18: edging
dy 27: rimming, cum eating, gags
day 28: sounding
day 31: blindfolds
âand⌠done.â kibum hums the word in his usual smug, satisfied tone as he adjusts the blindfold over minhoâs eyes. he pats minhoâs cheek twice, harder than he needs to, and then the bed shifts underneath minho as he stands up. minho curls his fingers into the soft rope keeping his hands tied to the headboard, getting comfortable after the slight movement. adjusting his legs makes the slickness between his thighs and cheeks obvious enough to make him shiver.
âneedy,â kibum mutters. he already sounds distracted, probably on his phone, yet he still noticed. minho smiles to himself. kibum wants to fuck him so bad it makes him look ridiculous.
âwhere are you going again?â he asks. he forgot what kibum said somewhere between bickering over breakfast and getting his ass fingerblasted so good he passed out for a minute.Â
âshopping and then the theater,â kibum says. there's footsteps on carpet, the flip of a switch, the darkness in front of minhoâs eyes getting the tiniest touch darker. âi'll be back in six hours,â kibum tells him. âi'll send someone over with food in three. be good. and don't be an asshole--take your hands down if you need to this time. later.â minho doesn't get anything else other than the sound of his boots receding down the hallway and the front door opening and closing.Â
and then, blessed silence. peace and quiet. relaxation. alone time.Â
alone time broken up by occasional visitors and the promise of at least three, minimum, orgasms until kibum comes back. minho lets his smile take up his whole face, lets his chest inflate with giddy excitement. he can't wait.
he's not supposed to know; he's not supposed to have his anticipation tinged with expectation. he's supposed to genuinely think the people that come into this house to find him and fuck him while kibum is gone are random. strangers. unplanned. but him and kibum have been doing this for so long and he knows kibum enough that it's become wonderfully predictable. minho has figured out what kibum tells everyone he sends over, probably almost verbatim: âsex toys are in the box on the dresser, do whatever you want with them and him, don't be mean, and do make him cum.â
with those instructions, kibum texts all sorts of people he meets on his outings to come over and play with minho. some of them minho knows, some of them he doesn't. never less than three. never more than ten, unless they come over in groups, and then minho never knows exactly how many hands touch him in one day. on top of that, kibum switches up which toys he leaves out for them to use on him and he never lets minho see ahead of time.
all of that is more than enough surprise, unpredictability, for minho. he doesn't mind giving up the illusion of stranger danger when every time they do this is enough of a roller coaster already. that's what his imagination is for.
and kibum always makes sure not to send anyone over within the first half hour at least. he makes sure to give minho plenty of time to let his imagination run wild with all the possibilities of the day. kibum lets minho lie there naked on the bed, arms up, eyes covered, hole prepped, and just wait. wait to be used. wait to be toyed with. wait to be fucked within an inch of his life and left panting and alone until the next visitor.Â
for a whole thirty minutes, the anticipation, the position, the ever-growing understanding that he's so easy and needy that he'll wait for so long for a stranger to have their way with him, all of it settles him slow and comfortable into his subspace.Â
before he knows it, he's sweaty, he's desperate, he's tingly all over. all he can think of is the long list of every single one of their sex toys and how each and every one of them can be organized into the box on the dresser. between those thoughts is a struggle to remember every name and face kibum has ever introduced him to. his loose hole twitches every time he remembers someone else. he can feel his pulse in his fingertips. he doesn't know if it's been two minutes or two hours.Â
the front door opens and minho gets hard so fast he gets dizzy.Â
there's the clunks of shoes being taken off, rustling from the kitchen, the fridge opening and closing. footsteps. coming down the hallway, approaching the bedroom door. minho bites his lip, his fingers curling, his cock leaking a drop of precum for every step closer this visitor gets to him. they reach the doorway and stop and minhoâs breath hitches. they see him, see him naked and open and waiting, pliant and ready to take advantage of. he pants, tilting his body toward them, wanting them to see how much he wants--
âooh, lookie this.â
âoh, not fucking you.â minho deflates completely in a rush of disappointment, disgust, despair. what the fuck. how could kibum do this to him.
ânow, now, that's no way to speak to your new master for the next hour,â jonghyun chides. his voice is light and innocent but minho knows that the smirk he's wearing is anything fucking but. he can see it in his brain, lopsided and boxy with his pointy canines and his right eye scrunched up just a little bit more than his left and--and minho needs to stop thinking about that. he cannot think about jonghyunâs eyes. jonghyunâs gorgeous big brown eyes are the grumpy killer and minho wants to be so fucking grumpy right now.Â
âwhy are you--here?â he asks. mid question, jonghyunâs hand appears on his stomach and makes him jump. a dip in the mattress appears by minhoâs hip next, jonghyunâs other hand grabbing his leg and bending it at the knee so he can lean against it. like minho is a doll, like he's furniture. he keeps feeling up minhoâs stomach and chest, his warm hand smoothing all over his torso, greedily tracing his muscles and squeezing his shoulders.
it's unfortunately incredibly fucking hot. minho loves getting groped and rubbed up on. he's glad jonghyun is focused up top and didn't notice the way his cock twitched hard when his fingers ran over his nipples.
âtold kibummie i thought i left my jacket here the other day and he told me the door was unlocked,â jonghyun hums. âyou being here all slutty and tied up is a surprise bonus!â his voice rises in pitch at the end, an excited little squeak, all sugary insincerity that makes minho scowl. surprise bonus, his fucking ass. except, the worst part is that it's probably true. kibum would use this as an excuse for an easy visitor. he always favors people that already know what's going on so he doesn't have to explain; jonghyun wanting to come over anyway would have been so convenient for him.Â
jonghyun is feeling up his arms, following his shoulders to his triceps to his biceps and down to his forearms and back up. he's using both hands now. his guitar calloused fingers run down his sides, trace the v of his hips. minho tries so hard to not arch up into his touch. âdon't you have somewhere else to be?â he asks. jonghyun is always out doing shit. music and movies and the arcade at the mall. he probably has so much else to do today other than torment minho.
âyeah, but this is more fun,â jonghyun says, grin audible in his voice as he plays with minhoâs happy trail. minho sighs. of course jonghyun would choose some impromptu sex bullshit over whatever he actually had planned.
âyou're such a fucking slut,â he grumbles.Â
âthanks,â jonghyun replies like it was a compliment. he scoots back on the bed, pushes minhoâs legs open, wraps his slick hand around his cock, and jerks him fast and tight. âbig talk from the blindfolded cumdump, though,â he adds.Â
minho barely hears him over the rough groan that rips from his throat. his hips jerk up, reflexive, needy, trying to fuck up into jonghyunâs hand on instinct. not fucking fair. minho didn't even hear jonghyun lubing up his hand. and jonghyun just laughs at him, breathy and loud, and minho knows that he's flushed pink all the way down to his chest, his cock throbbing, oozing precum around jonghyunâs fingers. no way to hide how riled up he's getting from this.
jonghyun keeps stroking his cock, humming pleasantly to himself. his other hand walks back up minhoâs body, his neck, until he's cupping his jaw and resting his thumb over his lips. âi tell you this every time, choi, but it's really hot how you're such a needy slut that i can get you all feral even when i'm being brat. it makes this so easy for me. i can just do whatever i want and you'll still cum all over my hand about it. and then kibum owes me a favor? for being so nice to you? i win everything all the time.âÂ
âyou--â
jonghyun slips his thumb into minhoâs mouth as soon as he opens it, effectively shutting him up. minho guesses he should be grateful. he doesn't know what he was going to say anyway. judging from past experiences, he'd probably accidentally admit that jonghyun is right. he'd like to do that as little as possible.Â
yeah, the whole point of this is that he is needy and desperate to get used by anyone, no matter what, even if he doesn't like them, even if they're bitter blood rivals forever and ever. it is hot that jonghyun can be so bratty and so annoying and still the thought of being so open and sexy and useful to him is more powerful to minho. he can take his hands down and rip the blindfold off and kick jonghyun out of his house if he really wants to, but that would mean missing out on the dynamite nut heâll get from getting treated like a toy by his favorite enemy. he doesn't want to kick jonghyun out.Â
but jonghyun doesn't need to know that. minho doesn't need to confirm it. minho bites down on his thumb.
all he gets in reply is another quiet chuckle. jonghyun keeps stroking his cock, squeezing hard on the up and twisting on the down the way that minho loves. minho hisses around his thumb, relaxing into it. he rolls his hips up, meeting jonghyunâs rhythm. pleasure gathers delicious and insistent in his abdomen. this is good. this is fine. as much as they fight and get on each other's nerves,minho does think that they're the best at getting each other off. they know each other so well, so intimately, after years of subbing around together with their babefriends.Â
jonghyun knows what he likes, what he loves, what drives him up the wall. jonghyun knows how to make him cum faster than he ever has in his life. jonghyun knows that he's getting close, that when he starts pushing his hips up slower but harder he's almost there, and jonghyun knows that when minho starts sucking on his thumb it means heâs going to fucking c--
âyou're really hot, actually. i forgot how hot you get when you're toppy. hold on.â jonghyun lets go of his cock, just like that, no fucking warning or anything, right before minho hits his peak. minho gasps, splutters, huffs and stammers half words that get caught in his throat as he desperately tries to fuck up into nothing. his cock brushes his stomach from the force of his empty thrusts, leaving warm drops of precum on his skin.
âwha--what the--what the fuck? what the fuck?â he breathes. his heart hammers behind his ribs. he tries to bite jonghyunâs thumb again only to find that he took that away too. âare you fucking serious?â he demands, loud in the quiet room.Â
there's some quick rustling of clothes, then the heavy weight and bounce of jonghyun throwing himself onto the bed right next to minho. their sides press hot together, jonghyun throws one of his legs over minhoâs, and he nuzzles himself into minhoâs arm next to his head. âyeah,â jonghyun grins. âjust give me a minute. don't worry about it. you're a good boy or whatever, right? you can be patient.â he leans up and presses a kiss to minhoâs cheek.
an extra slobbery kiss that he doesn't fucking wipe clean after. âjonghyun,â minho hisses, violence in his heart.
âminho,â jonghyun replies, making his voice high and whiny.
âi don't sound like that,â minho snaps.Â
âif you did youâd be hotter.âÂ
minho inflates with years and years of indignance, incredulity, audacity, opens his mouth, and then, with an incredible herculean effort, shuts it. he lets his breath out slow, measured. jonghyun already gets enough amusement out of being a little brat on its own. minho won't give him the added satisfaction of his reaction. judging by the way jonghyun chuckles to himself, minhoâs big sigh was reaction enough.
usually he's better at this. usually he lets whatever jonghyun says to him roll off of his back with nothing but a smile and maybe some raised eyebrows. he doesn't normally get this wound up. must be all the sex hormones.Â
must be the fucking edging. he can't fucking believe jonghyun did that to him. heat still buzzes underneath his skin, his cock still throbs, cold and wet with no hand around it.Â
jonghyun is sighing next to him, murmuring little curses. he's leaning more into minho, turning into him, biting his arm gently between breaths. âwhere's-- move your leg. let me see,â he uses his leg to push minhoâs down flat on the bed, âyeah, good, let me see that cock,â he whispers. âgonna feel so fucking good inside me. fuck.âÂ
heâs fingering himself. that much is clear. he's fingering himself and using minho as something to get off to without actually paying attention to him and it is tragically so hot. minho fights to keep his hips still, not wanting jonghyun to see he's excited for his ass on his cock, eagerly anticipating getting used as a dildo.Â
again, normally he'd be panting and begging and whining for anyone else doing this exact same thing. there's just something about jonghyun that makes minho want to make him fight for every single reaction. he's not going to just give jonghyun what he wants. everyone else does that already. minho can be the one person that he has to earn things from.
jonghyun has never complained, always rises to the challenge, so minho assumes he feels the same way.
âokay, sure, good,â jonghyun breathes eventually. all at once, he shifts away. the bed moves and dips with his weight as he changes position, getting on his knees probably. his hand appears on minhoâs stomach--he wipes his fingers off on his skin. minho scoffs, then hisses as jonghyun grabs his cock in his strong little hand. whatever. who cares about a mess on his stomach. it's going to be even messier by the end of the day. he fucks up into jonghyunâs hand while he can, trying to show him what he'll get if he stops fucking around.
jonghyun swings his leg over minho so his knee lands hard next to his hip, his other knee closing in, straddling minho. minho can feel the heat from his skin, radiating from his ass, so fucking close to where he wants it to be.
thankfully, jonghyun is impatient. now that he's here, now that he's decided it's time for him to get fucked, he's not wasting any time. he lines minhoâs cock up to his hole, rubs the head around it, so fucking soft and slick and warm on minhoâs sensitive skin. jonghyun shivers--minho doesn't need to see him to know he does. he always does right before he gets fucked. he shivers, bites his lip, smiles so fucking big, and sinks himself all the way down into minhoâs lap.
minho sighs out a groan that gets drowned out by jonghyunâs own loud hum of satisfaction. minho can just imagine his bitten smile, his fluttering lashes. always so gorgeous with a cock inside of him.Â
he rolls his hips up against jonghyunâs weight, grinding up into him, knowing that even with their bodies pressed together the tiniest movement will get him all worked up. minho isn't one for getting cockwarmed; he needs the slide, the friction. if he's going to top he can't just take it. he needs to fuck.Â
so it's a good thing that if jonghyun has a cock in him, he needs to get fucked. he takes a moment to get situated, rolling his hips. he's trying to tease minho, like always; like always, he gets bored and impatient within a minute. steadying himself with his hands on minhoâs chest, jonghyun picks himself up so just the head of minhoâs cock is still in his hole, then drops back down.Â
finally. minho relaxes muscles he didn't know he had tensed as jonghyun starts up a lazy pace. he grabs the tiny bit of slack in the rope that he has for something to hold on to. bending his knees, planting his heels, he rocks his hips up every time jonghyun comes down, down every time jonghyun rises back up. they match each other in a rhythm that started out naturally comfortable and has been practiced to perfection in the years since.Â
âoof. good,â jonghyun hums. already his voice is deeper, slower, completely pleased to be right where he is. âso pretty, all tied up, choi,â he murmurs. one of his hands slides up to touch minhoâs cheek, to play with his bangs. âshame i have to get you like this to get your cock in me. you should be offering this thing up way more often.â
âwild fucking thing for you to say,â minho mutters back. he prefers bottoming, but at least people know that he tops on the regular. jonghyun hides the fact that he tops like it's fucking pirate treasure. minho is sure he could count the people that know that sometimes jonghyun likes to get his dick wet on one hand and still have fingers to spare. and he's including himself in that number.Â
âno, see,â jonghyun says. he's panting a little, his voice breathy and so so so hot. âit's different because i have standards. i'm not easy like some people.â
he sounds so fucking snobby, so pretentious, so high and mighty. minho knows he's doing it on purpose to get under his skin. to make himself laugh, too, but also definitely to annoy minho. minho wants to snap back at him so bad, hit him back with something cutting and personalized and even funnier. instead, all he can think about is how good his ass feels around his cock.
he's hot and tight and slick and squeezing minho exactly fucking right. he's stroking up and down the perfect amount, keeping the head of minhoâs cock inside him and making sure to drop down balls deep every single time. their skin slaps together sweaty and sticky and every time minho swivels his hips jonghyun meets him at the exact same angle. theyâre so in sync, so in tune with each other.
minhoâs orgasm is building in the pit of his stomach again. it's coiling hot, tight, heavy, and insistent, driving him to take deeper breaths, to fuck up harder. he licks his lips, bites them, curses behind clenched teeth. jonghyun is getting close too. minho can tell from his soft growls, the way his fingernails dig into his skin, and from how hard he's pulling on minhoâs hair.
they get close together, pulling each other farther and farther along, until they reach their peaks and--
âactually, you know what.âÂ
and jonghyun fucking gets off of his fucking cock, leaving minho fucking up into nothing for a second fucking time today.Â
minho has no idea how to describe the noise that comes out of him. it's loud and it's angry and it's desperate and it's so fucking loud heâs sure the neighbors have to have heard it. but he doesn't fucking care. âjonghyun i swear to fucking--â
âyou know what,â jonghyun says, speaking over him. he sounds perfectly fine, not tired or even horny at all. he's smiling. like it's a pleasant day at the fucking park. âseeing you all comfy on your back like this made me remember i'm actually a pillow princess.â he moves up the bed, up minhoâs body, crawling and bumping him with his knees and ignoring every single curse that minho spits at him.
far too late, with jonghyunâs knees in his armpits and the heat from his body hovering over his face, the scent of precum and sex fogging over his nose, minho involuntarily switches tactics.
âget back on my cock, please, jonghyun, please, i can fuck you, i was fucking you, you don't have to move, i can do--i can do more, i can do all the work, i can fuck you so good, jonghyun, please, let me fuck you, please don't stop, please, please i'm so fucking close--â
âyeah, but, you see.â jonghyun cups minhoâs head and sets himself down nice and light and comfortable over his mouth. minho almost rolls his tongue out to taste him before he remembers he's desolate and upset. jonghyunâs cock rests on minhoâs nose, the blindfold, his forehead, dripping hot precum into his hair. âthe thing about that is,â he says, âis that i'm already up here.â he grinds ever so slightly down on minhoâs mouth. minho instinctively swipes his tongue out again, tasting his perineum and his balls this time. the sweat, the musk, the heat, it all makes him dizzy. jonghyunâs soft snort is just barely audible over the blood rushing in minhoâs ears. âand it looks like you like me up here,â he adds.
minho means to shout and yell and growl at him. instead he whines and pouts and laps at his balls. anything to make jonghyun soft for him, pity him, fond of him, anything to get him back down on his cock. jonghyun chuckles, rocking his hips over his tongue. âunless,â he hums, dragging the word out, thinking. he pushes his fingers through minhoâs hair a few times, then lets them catch on the blindfold strings and tugs it off in one quick motion.
the first thing minho sees is a lot of nothing. he blinks, shaking his head, letting his eyes adjust to the light. the second thing he sees is jonghyunâs cock, slick with lube and precum, bobbing between his eyes. he swallows thickly, his own cock twitching.
the third thing he focuses in on is jonghyun smirking down at him.Â
it's such a steep angle, and his loose gray sweater is falling off of his shoulder, and his blue-gray hair is done up in a little flip, and his eyes are hooded and glittery behind his lashes, and his canines are so sharp between his full lips, and his jaw is so handsome, and it's so fucking infuriating how hot he is sometimes. how smugness looks so good on him, how arrogance makes him that much more attractive. it's annoying and it makes minhoâs cock throb.
jonghyun makes a kissie face down at him and that alone could have made minho cum if he wasn't so pissed off about it.
âmaybe,â jonghyun says, running his fingers through minhoâs hair unimpeded now, rubbing his thumb over his cheek with his other hand. âi really liked how you sounded begging for me, choi. made me feel special. having you beg for my ass.â his eyes are glittery crescents, his tongue is a soft pink evil pushing at the corner of his mouth. âmaybe if you beg for me more i'll ride you again.â he rocks his hips so his cock bumps against minhoâs face, his balls cover his nose for a second, his asshole hovers over his mouth. âyour choice,â he smiles.Â
minho glares at him. his choice. yeah fucking right. he knows what choice jonghyun is actually giving him. he can give up his pride and beg or he can give up his lust and let it go. pride or lust, the choice between two sins.
no, not even that. jonghyun doesn't even go to religion. he's not offering up a choice in the sexy sacrilegious way like kibum would do.Â
he's not offering a choice at all; both of them know there's no way on fucking earth that minho would give up his pride. especially to jonghyun. especially when explicitly dared to. jonghyun knows minho isn't going to beg again. he knows the first time was a fluke. he just wants minho to eat his ass and has picked the exact right words to get minho to acquiesce him with no argument.
also, minho knows him--he didn't say he would get on minhoâs dick again. he said maybe. and he didn't say he would ride minho until he came, either, just that he would ride him. there's no guarantee jonghyun wouldn't just edge him again. minho has fallen for his tricks too many times to do it again now.Â
it takes all of minhoâs strength, when he opens his mouth, to not bite jonghyunâs dick off.
it's only the deep well of love and affection built between them over years of friendship that makes minho instead kiss from his balls to his hole and start softly licking inside of him.Â
âthere,â jonghyun says. âthereâs the good boy kibummie is always telling me about.â
he's so fucking good at talking it's unbelievable. minho flushes with warmth, soft in his heart. he didn't know kibum talked praise about him that much. he ups his efforts, really digging into jonghyunâs hole. he wants to prove that kibum is right about him. that he is a good boy. he doesn't even care that jonghyun sighs happily and closes his eyes, clearly enjoying the sex.
he can give jonghyun a good time, he guesses, if it means he gets a reminder that his boyfriend loves him.
besides. jonghyunâs ass tastes fantastic, as usual. soft and sweaty, a hint of sweetness, a musk that's uniquely his, nice and salty, and. saltier than usual, a little bit. a lot, actually. a musk that isn't uniquely his. minho frowns, licking into him slower, deeper, really trying to get a taste of him. really trying to place why it's so... familiar. but not in the way it should be.Â
he knows he leaks a lot, but jonghyun cannot be that full of his precum from the short time he was on his dick.
âwhy do you,â he mumbles, taking just as long as he needs to get the words out and not a second more before returning to his task. âwhy do you taste like--â
âwhy do i taste like jinki and taeminâs cum?â jonghyun asks, a gorgeous giggle of a question. when he opens his eyes to look down at minho, his pretty lashes flutter over his flushed cheeks. âbecause i let jinki and taemin fuck me before i came over here.â he gives minho an exaggerated roll of his hips, really making him get into his ass. âdo they taste good?â he asks.
they do; jinki and taemin mixed together taste wonderful as always. but minho doesn't fucking care about that right now. what he does care about is, âif they fucked you open before you came here then why did you waste all that fucking time fucking fingering yourself?â he demands. why did he take all that time for something he didn't fucking need?
âto make you wait.â jonghyun says it with wide eyes, raised eyebrows, a little shake of his head, and the biggest fucking smile in the world. he knocks on minhoâs forehead twice with this knuckles like he's asking if anyone is home in there. âobviously.âÂ
minho cannot fucking believe jonghyun is like this. he can't believe he was feeling soft about him less than a minute ago.
except he can, because jonghyunâs smile glints in the light and he tilts his head just slightly and he is, unfortunately, the cutest thing in the entire universe. minho doesn't know how jinki and taemin handle him.
probably because they don't. they just let him do whatever he wants. that's why he's so spoiled.Â
he's taken his attention off of minho. he leans forward, reaching for something above minho, making minho have to tilt his head up to follow his ass, to keep eating the othersâ cum out of him. âyou can take your hands down easy, right?â he's asking, more to himself than to minho. he feels up the rope around minhoâs wrists and where it's hooked onto the headboard. âlittle vanilla baby? you're not actually tied up, you're just preten--aha, yes.âÂ
jonghyun lifts minhoâs hands up off of the hook and pulls them down. they're still tied together at the wrists, but it's a relief minho didn't know he was waiting for to have them down below his head. still, he barely has time to flex his arms, stretch them out a little, before jonghyun is wrapping both of his hands around his cock. âjerk me off,â he says.Â
he's lucky he's cute. minho obeys, rearranging himself to be comfortable at the awkward angle of jerking off a cock that's resting above his nose. together his big hands almost cover jonghyunâs whole cook. just the head peeps out, pink and soft and drippy, disappearing every time minho strokes him up and down. his precum leaks over minhoâs fingers and slides down his wrists, soaking into the rope. kibum will be annoyed by that.
jonghyun holds on to minhoâs head, grinding his ass down against his tongue, fucking up into his hands. he looks between minhoâs eyes and his cock, watching and whispering soft praises for both.
âjust like that, choi, you know how i like it,â he murmurs, âget your tongue in there. fuck, look how much i'm leaking for you. bet you want to taste it, huh? so eager for cum you'll let anyone come fuck you. you're going to thank me when i cum for you, right? you're going to thank my fat balls and my cute cock for giving you a present?â
heâs getting himself all worked up with his dirty talk. he always does this to himself, talks himself into an orgasm. he's getting close. his words are turning into growls, his hips getting more insistent, less smooth. minhoconsiders just stopping. doing what jonghyun did to him, leaving him edged and desperate and wanting. giving him a taste of his own medicine.
but he's nice, so he doesn't. he just nods, hums a âyes, yeah, of course,â into jonghyunâs ass, and lets jonghyun cum all over his face.Â
he jerks jonghyun through it nice and slow, kissing his hole as it twitches and clenches against his mouth. he lets jonghyun pull his hair so hard it hurts, accepts every drop of cum as it lands on his forehead and his cheeks and his hair. as annoyed as he was before, minho fucking loves this. he loves making people cum, he loves having the evidence painted onto his body. he loves watching jonghyunâs eyebrows scrunch, his teeth grit, his veins strain with pleasure. his own hips pump up minutely, instinctively, even without any physical stimulation.
and when jonghyun is easing out of his orgasm, when he's loopy and giggling and petting minho, minho moves to kiss his balls, gently dragging his lips over them. âthank you,â he whispers, meeting jonghyunâs gorgeous big brown eyes with his own. âthank you for cumming on me, thank you for letting me make you feel good.â
jonghyun was flushed before but now he turns fully pink. smiling down at minho with all of the unmasked affection in the world, he says, âyeah, kibummie is right. you are pretty cute when you're being a good boy.â
âyouâve known that for years,â minho grumbles. he's been such a good boy for so long. jonghyun doesn't have to act surprised every time he does it.Â
jonghyun scrunches his nose and sticks his tongue out at him.Â
minho doesn't know what he expected.Â
âhup.â jonghyun gets off of the bed in one single very big, very loud, very fucking distressing movement that has minho flinching. he swears jonghyunâs knee almost cracked his skull open. jonghyun stumbles on the carpet, slapping a hand down onto the bedside table to steady himself, before he perks up and poses like he did that perfectly. he catches minhoâs glare and returns it with a wink and a kissie face. then he frowns. âoh, right,â he says. he reaches over, grabs minhoâs hands, and hooks the rope back up above his head. âthere,â he says cutely.
minho rolls his eyes. he licks his lips to wet them, then shivers when he gets a drip of cum. he can feel it hot and sticky on his face.
âi saw that, slut,â jonghyun says.
âlike you wouldn't,â minho says back. jonghyun should be the last fucking person to make fun of him about loving the taste of cum.Â
he should also be the last fucking person to be walking out of the bedroom right now, but he's doing that too. âhey--hello?â minho calls after him. he sits up as best he can, bewildered and a millimeter away from being either terrified or angry about being left alone with his cock this hard, whichever way his mood decides to swing. âwhere are you going? jonghyun?â
âcalm down,â jonghyun says over his shoulder. âi'll be right back. needy.â his voice recedes down the hallway. minho relaxes back into the bed, but only a little bit. yeah. sure. okay. he guesses jonghyun can't leave the house butt ass naked anyway. he takes a moment to breathe, to close his eyes and feel his breath inflating his lungs and whooshing out through his mouth. he wishes he knew what time it was. not as much as he thinks it's hot to not know how long it's been, though, so he doesn't mind.
jonghyun strolls back in the room with a water bottle in his hand. âhere,â he says. he cracks it open and holds it to minhoâs lips before minho has time to prepare. minhoâs eyes widen and he struggles to drink without making a mess of himself. âkibummie said if i was going to play with you then i had to water you,â jonghyun says. he tilts the bottle further, smiling pleasantly as minhos mouth overflows and it spills down his chin, his neck, soaks into the pillows underneath him. âdon't choke,â he adds, his mouth curving up more to one side.Â
miraculously, minho doesn't. he drinks his fill and then more until jonghyun decides he's had enough and takes the bottle away. jonghyun takes a couple of gulps for himself, puts the water bottle on the bedside table, and then leans over minho, bracing himself with a hand on the wall. âwhereâd the blindfold go?â he asks.
âlike i'm supposed to fucking know?â minho replies, bewildered. in what world would he know where that thing went?
âwooow,â jonghyun says, eyebrows raised, as he rifles around in the pillows. âsupposedly a good boy and you can't even keep track of your toys?â he shakes his head, tsking. âi'm going to have to tell kibum you lost it.âÂ
âi--â minho cuts himself off before he gets all indignant and embarrasses himself. that's what jonghyun wants.Â
he does tell himself to remember what jonghyun said for later, though. if kibum ever says some shit like that to him, blaming him for something he didn't do and literally had no control over, it'll be the hottest thing in the universe.Â
âfound it,â jonghyun singsongs. he whips the blindfold out from underneath minhoâs shoulder, holding it in the air triumphantly. âclose your eyes,â he says, lowering it to minhoâs face. minho obeys, letting him fit the straps back around his ears. when he's done, minho opens his eyes to be met with darkness. he smiles, excited again. he loves the unpredictability, the uncertainty, the loss of vital information that leaves him helpless and jumpy. he loves giving up his safety. even when it's jonghyun he's giving it up to. âquit being cute,â jonghyun tells him.
âmake me,â minho dares.Â
jonghyun hums. there's a dip on the mattress by minhoâs head and then warm, soft breath by his cheek. jonghyun kisses his cheek, his jaw, his neck. soft, gentle, light brushes of his lips down his collarbones. minho shivers, acutely aware of every tiny little speck of wetness that jonghyun leaves behind on his skin. sometimes jonghyun stops to blow on them, bringing them into sharp detail, making minho twitch.Â
jonghyun continues his way down minhoâs chest. he crawls onto the bed, situating himself between minhoâs legs as he continues south. minhoâs cock, still hard, still leaking, still so fucking sensitive and desperate even after the roller coaster of emotions he's been on, brushes against his stomach. jonghyun ignores it in favor of working his mouth down minho âs body. heâs being so delicate. reverent, almost. he moves his hands over minhoâs sides, rubbing warmth into his muscles. minho relaxes underneath his care, sighing slow and comfortable towards the ceiling. always nice when jonghyun turns off his brat button for a little bit.
and then a bite. sharp, hard, jonghyun opens his mouth against the skin underneath minhoâs belly button and chomps down on him without warning. minhoâs whole body jerks. a grunt slips out through his lips. fucking ow.
jonghyun smiles against his skin. minho can feel it. âwhat will kibummie do to you when he finds out i've marked you?â he asks, hums it against what minho is sure is a perfect cast of his teeth embedded in his skin. minho doesn't answer other than an embarrassingly audible swallow. he knows. and jonghyun knows. and he wants it, the jealousy, the possessiveness, the overcompensation that will lead to twenty marks or more on minhoâs body by tomorrow morning.
annoyance that jonghyun is doing this to him in the present fights with gratitude that jonghyun is doing this for him in the future; gratitude wins out.Â
so when jonghyun bites him again and sucks, working a hickey into his skin, minho lets him, breathing through the pain.Â
he finishes soon enough, smooching the baby bruise with a little mwah. then he keeps going. he continues his path from before, kissing down minhoâs happy trail, nuzzling into his pubes, mouthing at the base of his cock.Â
minho hisses. finally. finally. there's no way that jonghyun will stop sucking his dick once he starts. there's no way heâll be able to. as soon as he gets his mouth aroundminhoâs cock he's not going to take it off until there's cum down his throat. and he'll probably be jerking himself off about it the entire time, too. there's no way minho is going to get edged again.
jonghyun sucks at his balls, kisses the creases of his thighs. he takes his time, teasing minho, making him wait. minho doesn't care. he's a very patient good boy. he knows he can hold out longer than jonghyun can for this. he knows jonghyun is drooling for his cock right now.
slowly, slowly, jonghyun hovers kisses up his shaft. he traces the veins with his tongue. he rubs his cheek against it, nuzzling it, getting sticky precum all over his face, driving himself wild. minho can just imagine how dark his eyes are. how his mouth hangs open. how hard he's fighting to hold himself back. jonghyun kisses the head of his cock, rubbing it over his lips, smearing more precum on himself before he darts his tongue out to lap at the tip.Â
almost. almost there. minho can feel jonghyunâs hot breath over the head of his cock, can feel him lowering down, starting to suck it into his mou--
âooh!âÂ
he pulls off.
minho is going to explode a city block with his mind.
âtoy box,â jonghyun chirps. his body weight readjusts between minhoâs legs. all of his heat and presence retracts completely from his cock. there's an oof and a rattle and a drop of weight next to minhoâs knee. âwhat do we have in here?â jonghyun asks, little and cute and pleasant like he's about to unwrap a birthday present.
minho starts seriously considering the chances of success if he tries to blindly push jonghyun back towards his dick with his knees and feet. he comes up incredibly short but he still digs his nails into his palms and considers it for longer. jonghyun knew that box was there from the fucking beginning.Â
âoh, cock ring. obviously.â before he even finishes speaking, jonghyunâs hands are on minhoâs cock, manhandling it into the ring. minho doesn't even have time to react to the reveal of the toy, let alone the stimulation of jonghyunâs calloused fingers pulling his balls through the loop and tightening it around the base of his cock. âwhat do you have it marked for?â jonghyun asks. he holds minhoâs cock carelessly out of the way, rubbing his thumb over the ring. minho hesitates, confused for a moment, before he realizes what he must be talking about.
âdon't tighten it further than the mark,â he says through gritted teeth. âit's too tight past that.â all of their cock rings are marked like such. him and kibum spent a lot of time figuring out the perfect spot for it.
âlike,â jonghyun says. he rolls minhoâs balls in his hand, stimming with them. âfor you personally, or as like a safety thing?â
âfor--â minho frowns. he heard that devious tone in jonghyunâs voice. âso it doesn't cut off my circulation,â he snaps.
jonghyun sighs. âvanilla,â he mutters under his breath.
âwhat do you fucking mean?â minho demands. âit's not vanilla to not want my fucking dick to fall off from blood loss?âÂ
âsounds like something a coward would say,â jonghyun replies. then, while minho is spluttering indignantly, adds, âooh, these are cute.â his hand leaves minhoâs balls, there's more rustling, and then quiet clinking, like a small chain. minhoâs mind races with all of the toys with chains that they own, frantically trying to figure out what it is. âwhat the fuck?â jonghyun mumbles. âwhatâs--oh, okay, i get it. that's hot, yeah.âÂ
the search narrows down to all of the toys with chains that can be confusing. the collar handcuff combination? the collar to buttplug chain? the cock cage? jonghyun crawls halfway over his body, resting his knee in the crease of minhoâs thigh dangerously close to his cock. one point of weight appears to minhoâs side; the inside of jonghyunâs arm brushes his skin. a pause, more clinking, and then--
and then soft, warm silicone clamps down around his right nipple. minho hisses, arching his back up into it before collapsing back down. yeah. yeah, okay, he gets it. he bites his lip, ignoring jonghyun chuckling at him. he loves this one. he loves kibum for putting it in the box for him. impatiently, he waits for jonghyun to clamp the other one on. âpretty,â jonghyun says when he finally does.
minho barely registers the compliment. he doesn't even care that jonghyun isn't taking his time, playing with his nipples first, getting them all sensitive and ready to be clamped. it's a little hot that he's not doing that, actually. kind of like he's treating minho like a doll to dress up, to put little accessories on so he looks how jonghyun wants him to look without considering how he feels about it.
but minho doesn't even care about that, either. what he does care about is the chain that tinkles between his nipples and plunges down, down, down as jonghyun backs up to sit between his legs again. he cares about the little ring at the end of it. he cares that jonghyun takes his cock in his small hand again and slowly, carefully, slips the ring over the tip and settles it nice and snug just underneath the head.
when jonghyun lets go, his cock bobs in the air. the chain is the exact right length to tug on the nipple clamps and keep his cock pulled up straight. all minho has to do is roll his hips to get pressure on all three points at once. not even that; his cock will twitch on its own and do the work for him.Â
he loves kibum for putting this in the box for him.
âyeah, that's fun, i like that,â jonghyun says appreciatively. âi love a good simple contraption.â he taps minhoâs cock, making it bounce back and forth, jerking his nipples until it settles down. minho is so sensitive he can feel each fat drop of precum that makes ooze out of him slide all the way down and around his balls.
âthereâs,â he gasps. he swallows, panting. he didn't even realize he was breathless. âthere's a switch. on the ring,â he says helpfully. âit makes it, it makes it vibrate.â it's the same color as the rest of the ring so it's hard to miss.
jonghyun grabs his cock, studying it. âhmm,â he hums. minho can feel his thumb running around the circumference of the ring, looking for the switch. he holds his breath when jonghyun finds it. âneat,â jonghyun says.
he lets go without flipping it. minho scowls in the back of his throat. of fucking course. âi don't remember asking,â jonghyun says. he's trying to go for snooty, trying to hit that dismissive air that kibum has perfected. it doesn't work. minho can hear the smile in his voice.Â
jonghyun crawls up the bed again, this time until he's hovering over minhoâs head. minho definitely hears the smile splitting open his face when he says, âi think i liked you better when you weren't talking.âÂ
âyeah, i fucking bet--â
the familiar weight of a gag drops onto his tongue mid word.
jonghyun forces him into it, tugging his head up with one hand and fumbling the clasp at the back with his other. minho sighs, rolling his eyes behind the blindfold. yeah, this makes sense. his breath whooshes through the holes in the gag. by feeling it up with his tongue, he can tell that it's their aqua blue heart-shaped one.Â
when jonghyun kisses him slow and smug around it, minhoâs cock twitches so hard his nipples kind of hurt for a second.Â
with all the extra stimulation, minho is starting to get dizzy with the pleasure, with the prolonging of it. he's getting fuzzy in his brain. just a little bit, just around the edges. just enough to to know that soon he's going to stop being annoyed by jonghyun. that jonghyun is finally starting to break him down. soon his whole brain will be static and heâll be looking at jonghyun with hearts in his eyes no matter what he does.
and he'll have a great time with that, definitely, but he's not going to give it up without a fight. as jonghyun descends back down to get comfortable between his legs again, minho knees him in the side. âow,â jonghyun mutters. minho grins to himself, satisfied, and then grunts through his teeth as jonghyun flicks the head of his cock hard.
his hips roll up instinctively, loving the pain, shying away from the pain, responding to the tugging of the chain, until jonghyun puts a strong hand firm on his abdomen and holds him down. âquit squirming,â he says.Â
âfuck you,â minho says through the gag. it comes out muffled and incomprehensible but jonghyun knows what he means because, still holding minho down, he flicks his cock again.Â
this time minho sees stars behind the blindfold for a second.
he's wheezing through the gag by the time his cock stills, the chains still swinging minutely over his stomach, and jonghyun lifts his hand. âthat's better,â he smiles. âanyway.â
something slick and warm probes minhoâs asshole and by the time he realizes it's not jonghyunâs fingers, it's already halfway inside of him.
he groans, arcing his hips into it, breathing fast, breathing hard, trying to pull his hips away from it as jonghyun keeps pushing, pushing, pushing. again, without any regard for what minho wants, for how comfortable he is with it, like he's just a doll to put some accessories in and admire how he looks after.Â
minho knows exactly which toy it is, too. it's their bad dragon one. it's anubis the destroyer. it's long and it's thick and it's neon blue and pink and he knows after his ass swallows in the first bulb of the shaft, he still has to take the knot.
âdidn't know you were a wolf fucker, choi,â jonghyun says. he speaks light and casual even as he presses the knot against minhoâs hole insistent and demanding, forcing him to open up again, forcing him to take it.Â
and the thing is, it's not even difficult. his ass is so loose, so slick, so eager, that the toy glides right in with barely any resistance, and that is what makes minhoâs breath leave his lungs and his balls tighten, teetering on the verge of orgasm, stopped only by the ring around them. he really is a needy fucking slut.
jonghyun grinds the toyâs base against his hole once it's all the way in, twisting it back and forth. âgreedy,â he musses. minho would almost buy the disinterested, insulting tone if he couldn't also hear that jonghyun is a little short of breath too. he likes what he sees. âimagine buying a bad dragon and only getting a size small?â jonghyun adds, and this time his disdain is obvious and real.
minho can't help but snort. like a size small isn't already eight fucking inches long and seven around. he wants so bad to reply with, âimagine knowing the bad dragon size chart by heart,â but there's no way he would get that through the gag and he's not about to embarrass himself trying.Â
instead, he pleasures himself by squeezing his ass around the toy, increasing pressure on his prostate, feeling every vein and ridge and detail on it. that's all the stimulation he's going to get from it, he knows. jonghyun seems content to just sit back and and take in the view.Â
âyouâre so hot, choi, it's fucked up,â he says. his voice is breathy, a little strained, and if minho listens hard enough he can hear soft, slick noises like he's jerking himself off. it makes him the tiniest bit feral, makes him bite down on the gag and grip the rope around his wrists so hard he can feel his knuckles creaking. to be so shamelessly open and on display, unable to do anything about it. to be kibumâs display, to be covered in and full of toys that kibum picked out for him, to be making kibum proud of him while he's not even here.Â
before long. jonghyunâs hand rests heavy on his hip, nails digging into his skin, as he growls and hisses and pumps hot cum all over minhoâs cock and ass and stomach. it trickles down his skin nice and slow, nice and sticky, making minho feel absolutely fucking filthy and absolutely fucking incredible. he did that. he made jonghyun cum. just by existing, just by being so pretty and sexy to look at. and now he has even more decoration on his body for everyone else to admire.Â
âwhat else⌠what else is in here,â jonghyun asks. his voice is rough, breathless, and he rustles loudly inside the box. minho buzzes with pride. it's always so satisfying to get jonghyun to lose control of himself, even if just for a little bit. that's a privilege that's usually reserved just for taemin.
âoooooh, hoo hoo hoo,â jonghyun laughs giddy and mischievous even through his post-orgasm haze. it's a laugh that has minho trembling apprehensively. it's a laugh that he's never heard before in his fucking life. what the hell does that mean. what did kibum put in the box?
âwow, choi, maybe you're not so vanilla,â jonghyun says. âthis thing is freaky. and it's so casual to you that kibum just left it here for anyone to play with? wow.â every word makes minho more and more nervous. surely jonghyun has to be exaggerating, right? he's just trying to freak minho out? he can't think of anything him and kibum have that should elicit this response.Â
jonghyun touches the base of his cock with it. it's thin, smooth, metal, digging in between his balls. still, minho can't figure out what it is. jonghyun drags it up his shaft, nudges underneath his head with it, circles around his tip, positions it at his slit.
âwhat the fuck,â minho breathes into the gag. jonghyun laughs again, eager, excited, ominous. he teases minhoâs cockhole with the sounding rod. minho can't believe kibum put that in the box.
âi didn't know good boys liked having their cocks fucked,â jonghyun smiles. he dips just the tip of the rod in and out, pulling at his hole, teasing around the edges of it. minho twitches every at single millimeter of movement. he breathes hard, the gag whistling, drool spilling down his chin and neck. âsuch a slut you're not satisfied with just your ass getting filled?â jonghyun asks him. âyou need every hole of yours stuffed full?â he dips the rod in just the tiniest amount further, enough for minho to feel that it's the one that's covered in bumps all the way to the end. his favorite one.
jonghyun pushes the first bump in and minhoâs entire body freezes, going rigid. he scrunches his eyes shut behind the gag and forces himself to relax. it's fine. jonghyun is right; this has become something so casual for him and kibum. not a time they've had sex in the last half a year have they done it without a rod in minhoâs cock. he's just nervous because it's not kibum down there. it's someone else.
but it's jonghyun. as annoying, as bratty, as vindictive, as playful, as jonghyun is, minho does trust him. they've been friends for years for a reason.
and minho trusts kibum. he wouldn't have left the rod in there if he didn't think minho would have fun with it today.
and, more importantly, he trusts in kibumâs trust of jonghyun. kibum wouldn't have sent anyone over that would genuinely hurt him. everyone that comes over today is going to be someone that has kibumâs full confidence. and that includes jonghyun.
the relief of that reminder is almost as effective as if kibum was actually right here next to him, tightening his gag and guiding him to relax and let himself be played with.Â
so minho relaxes, untenses his muscles, breathes out slow and measured.Â
âyou good, vanilla boy?â jonghyun asks. from his flat tone, minho can picture his exact expression: eyebrows raised, head tilted at the slightest angle, mouth pulled straight into a diagonal line. he's pulled the rod out too, is probably twirling it in his sturdy fingers. minho knees him in the side again. he wasn't even having his little moment for more than a few seconds tops. they know each other too fucking well.
âfuck you,â he muffles.
âi was trying to,â jonghyun grumbles. âyou interrupted my dirty talk with your little panic attack or whatever. what the hell was i even going to say?â the back end of the sentence comes out muffled, like he's rubbing his hand over his mouth as he thinks. he taps the sounding rod against minhoâs cockhead, making it bounce, making the clamps tug on his nipples again. minho hisses, shivering throughout his whole body.
âoh, right.â jonghyun positions the end of the rod at his cockhole again. âif you want your cock stuffed so bad, i'll do it for you,â he says, fucking the first bump of the rod in and out gently but quickly so minhoâs hole flutters around the metal. âpush this thing all the way in for you. then it'll stop you from cumming and i won't have to try so--well, actually.â
he hesitates, his hand stilling with the rod a centimeter inside of minhoâs cock for a moment, before he pulls it out completely. âhold on,â he says. he's frowning, the kind of frown that usually comes with a pouted out lower lip and a scrunch between his eyes. âis that--is that how it works?â
âno,â minho says automatically. it comes through the gag clear and understandable.Â
âcan you cum with a rod in?â jonghyun asks. he sounds genuinely curious.
âyes,â minhosays this time. it's not as easy to enunciate, but it's still pretty obvious what he said.
âhuh?â jonghyun asks. âsorry, can't understand you. give me a minute.â
he's smiling again. devious. minho even heard a second of a muffled laugh in that sentence. he huffs loudly, then groans even louder when he feels jonghyun actually get off of the fucking bed. what is he fucking doing now?Â
there's footsteps, the sound of some clothes rustling around, footsteps again, and then jonghyun hops back onto the bed so hard that it bounces and makes minhoâs cock pull on the chain again.
he's fucking looking it up. he got his phone and he's looking it up when minho literally just told him. âyes,â minho repeats loudly. âyes yes, yes you can. jonghyun. yes.â
âwithâŚ,â jonghyun continues, completely ignoring minho. âa⌠sounding⌠rod⌠no, not tod. delete. rod⌠in⌠the⌠pepis⌠question mark⌠enter.âÂ
âyou make me so mad,â minho growls. âyou make me so fucking angry. i have had it up to here with you, you little fucking gremlin.â none of that is comprehensible through the gag but he knows jonghyun can understand the venom of his voice.
âaw,â jonghyun coos. âso cute how you're curious too. don't worry. i'm finding out for us.âÂ
minho seriously considers taking his hands down so he can grab jonghyun and shake him.Â
âlet's seeâŚ,â jonghyun drawls. ââis it safe to ejaculate with a urethral toy inside?â that sounds like a good one. click! hmmâŚ. is it safe to ejaculate with a urethral toy inside? the only fair answer to this question is âit depends.â there are risks associated with this activity that all sounding enthusiasts should know about. at the same time, there are people who have done it without problems and to a great satisfaction.âÂ
the worst part is he's not even fucking touching minho. he's reading out this fucking article word for word and he's not even touching minho while he's doing it. no playing with his balls, no grinding the dildo, no rubbing his thighs, not even a flick of his cock.Â
ââunderstanding the risks,ââ jonghyun reads.Â
minho throws his head back against the pillows. worst fucking best friend in the universe.
it's fine. it's fine. it's whatever. it's fine. all he has to do is be patient and listen to a monotonous infodump about shit he already knows and jonghyun will get bored of the article and of his lack of attention before long. he just has to hold out. he can last longer than jonghyun. jonghyun won't read the entire thing.Â
jonghyun reads the entire thing.Â
minho has almost fucking dozed off by the time jonghyun finishes, ââin other words, it is possible to enjoy this activity to the fullest. what is important is to understand the risks and know what to do if something goes wrong.ââÂ
âokay!â jonghyun slaps minhoâs thigh in a bracing sort of way, making him jump, his whole body jerking. âdid you hear that, choi? surprised you didn't know, but it turns out you can cum with the sounding rod in. it'll just kind of go backwards and maybe give you a uti. and i, for one, am all in favor of you getting a uti.â
and before minho can even respond to that, before he can shake himself back into focus from the bored stupor he was in, before he can do anything other than start to let the nerves from that small scare fade away, jonghyun has his cock in his hand again. he has the sounding rod lined up to the tip.
and he's pushing it in. slow, careful, methodical, one bump at a time.
but still too fast for minho to really process what's happening before it's already halfway in. he grunts, trying to make words, trying to get anything past the gag and the drool and the confusion. in no time at all, jonghyun is wiggling the very end of the rod against the head of minhoâs cock.
âcute,â he says. the black of the blindfold flashes red for a second as minho grinds his teeth. heâll show jonghyun cute. just as soon as he finishes panting and grinding up into nothing and fucking loving the feeling of the rod pushing against his walls, stretching his cock out, reaching somewhere so fucking deep and intimate inside of him. just as soon as he's done with all of that.Â
âanyway,â jonghyun says. thereâs silence, a slight shift of the weight on the mattress, and then a soft squeak. the kind of squeak that comes from a good stretch.Â
then jonghyun gets off of the bed.
then jonghyun rustles around his clothes on the floor again. it's half a minute of that before minho realizes with outrage, âare you fucking leaving?â
âam i huh?â jonghyun asks. âcan't understand you with that thing on. my favorite toy of the day, i think.â he pauses and minho hears soft pats on denim. âwhere'd my keys go?â jonghyun asks. âdid they fall--yeah, there they are. sweet.â there's a soft clinking noise that minho barely hears over the blood pounding in his ears.
âyou cannot fucking leave like this, jonghyun, you have to--â he gets desperate, âyou have to make me cum, please, please--â
âcalm down,â jonghyun says. the eye roll is obvious in his tone. âi'll get you more water before i go. don't worry.â
âjonghyun,â minho growls.Â
jonghyun pops the gag out of his mouth. âwhat?â he asks, and before minho can answer, tilts a water bottle to his mouth. exasperated, but also honestly incredibly thirsty, minho drinks. he drinks while jonghyun pets his fingers through his hair and draws sticky lines through the cum on his cheeks.
âhey, you're not supposed to leave nipple clamps on for too long either, right?â jonghyun asks. âfor safety or whatever?â he says the word slow and round, ridiculing it. minho rolls his eyes. it's a miracle he hasn't convinced jinki and taemin to do something to him that will land him in the hospital yet.
jonghyun takes the water away from him after a minute. minho swallows, coughs, and says roughly, âno, you're only supposed to leave them on for a little--â
âokay.â with that one simple word, jonghyun grabs the chain and yanks both clamps off in a single sharp movement.
âfucking hell--!â and then jonghyun interrupts minhoâs roar by popping the gag back into his mouth. minho growls against it, thrashing his head back and forth, trying to set the blindfold on fire with his glare.
âi'll leave the ring on for the next person,â jonghyun smiles. his hand appears on minhoâs cock and a second later, the ring turns on, buzzing around his head, amplifying the sensations of the rod inside of him, sending tingles throughout his every nerve. jonghyun drops the clamps onto his stomach. he leans down and kisses minho around the gag again, then kisses his cheek, then kisses his forehead. âbye bye,â he sings.
a whoosh of air as he straightens up, footsteps, the flick of a switch and the darkness getting a tiny bit darker. âsee you at the movies this weekend,â jonghyun adds.
and then he just fucking leaves, footsteps receding down the hallway even as minho yells through the gag for him to come fucking back. come back and finish what he started, come back and make him fucking cum.
but he doesn't. he slams the front door shut behind him, leaving minho covered in cum with his mouth drooling and his nipples burning and his asshole knotted and his balls throbbing and his cock stuffed full, forced to wait who knows how long for someone else to come by and rescue him.Â
here's 18K of piss gremlin taem lol you're welcome
featuring:
-key not pissing in taems mouth (sorry lmao)
-jong nutting in taems mouth and then pissing in his mouth
-choi pissing in taems mouth at the gym
-jinx pissing in his bootyhole and using him like a fleshlight while he jerks off
-taem accidentally pissing himself and then all of them fucking him and then all of them pissing on him
for summer of shines kinktober : )
âi gotta pee.â kibum announces this as he pauses the video game he's been playing with taemin and tosses the controller on the couch cushion next to him. he's had to pee for a while, actually, but he kept forgetting every time something new happened in the game and now he's almost at critical piss urgency. he moves to get to his feet, but before he can, taemin puts his little gremlin hands on his leg, squeezing him urgently.
âoh?â he says. âpiss? piss for me?â clumsily but quickly, he rolls off of the couch and slots himself perfectly between kibumâs legs, looking up at him with bright, shiny eyes. âpiss for me? on me? in my mouth? piss perfect for put in mouth of me? piss?â
âfirst of all, you need to start talking like a normal fucking human,â kibum says. he cannot stand the way that 90% of what comes out of this dude's mouth is memes. and not even new memes. âsecond of all,â he says, and then he just looks at taemin. at his messy blonde hair, his big brown eyes, his little bean smile, his little fingers curling into kibumâs pants. so eager. so hopeful.
he thinks about taemin, and how much he loves piss, and how much he loves kibum, and how much he loves kibumâs piss. kibum thinks about how how adorable he would be with kibumâs dick in his mouth and his pupils wide and his cheeks flushed. he thinks about how easy and convenient it would be to not have to get up and go all the way to the bathroom and come back. he thinks about how much taemin would enjoy it, how hard it would make him, how happy it would make him, how warm and fuzzy it would make kibum to see his gremlin so happy.
and then kibum thinks about earlier today, when he was trying to make brownies and every time he took a pair of eggs out of the fridge and dropped them in a cup of hot water to warm up to room temperature, taemin would wait until his back was turned to take them out and put them back in the fridge. he thinks about how disappointed taemin would be if he denies him, and how satisfied that would make him feel, and he runs the calculations on whether getting even or seeing a pleased gremlin between his legs will make him feel best.
and he comes to the conclusion of, âno.âÂ
he's petty to the core; revenge always wins out with him.
âman, come on,â taemin whines. he's so dejected he doesn't even try to slobber on kibumâs hand when kibum puts it on his face and pushes him out of the way. âhow come?â he demands.Â
standing up, kibum keeps pushing taemin until he rolls over enough to give him room to walk away from the couch. âbecause you're annoying and i hate you,â he says.Â
âman,â taemin says again. âcan't you--shit, fuck, god, fuck--â kibum doesn't need to look back on on his way to the hallway. he knows from the stumbling footsteps and clattering video game controller that taemin is struggling and failing to get to his feet. eventually taemin catches up to him, grabbing at his arm and shaking him as they walk. âis this about the egg thing?â he demands.Â
kibum glances at him; he's doing his own calculations. kibum can see it in his eyes, in his determined frown. taemin is doing his own calculations about whether being annoying or getting pissed on is more important to him. it doesn't take him more than a second to decide with, âi promise i won't do the egg thing again.â
âtoo bad,â kibum says. he takes immense delight in the frustrated groan that rips from taeminâs throat. maybe now he'll think about his priorities before he decides to be an annoying gremlin. ânext time--taem, how are you this hard when nothing has happened?â kibum glances down for a second to shake his arm out of taeminâs grubby little hands and when he does, the absolute tent in his sweats makes him double take. what the fuck. last time he checked taemin wasn't this into piss.Â
âcan i watch?â taemin pleads, ignoring the question completely.
kibum pauses in front of the bathroom door. can he watch. well. he doesn't see why n-- actually, yeah, kibum does see why not. he has seen, multiple times, and he's finally fucking remembering, finally fucking learning from his mistakes. if he has to look at taeminâs shitty fucking grin and hear his smug fucking voice asking âpissing all by yourself, handsome?â again he's going to fucking lose it. âabsolutely not,â he says, and opens the door.
âcan i listen?â
and this one kibum doesn't take any time to answer because now that he's in proximity to the toilet his bladder has decided that the time to piss is going to be in the next ten seconds whether he's ready or not. âknock yourself out,â he says, closing the door in taeminâs face.Â
he unzips, flips up the toilet seat, does his pee, and plucks off a square of toilet paper. folding it into a smaller square, he wiggles his dick to make sure the tank is empty, then paps it gently against the tip to catch the last drips. just before he drops it into the toilet, he hesitates.
calculations again. he could give that to taemin, let him sniff it or whatever. taemin would like that. kibum likes when taemin likes things kibum gives him, but does he like it enough to offset how much he likes not giving him anything right now? hard to say.
it will be funny, though, and funny wins over petty in kibumâs book. he puts the pissy toilet paper square on the counter, flushes, puts the seat back down, washes his hands, fixes his hair, picks the pissy toilet paper square up by the corner, and is back in the hallway in two minutes flat.Â
predictably, taemin is leaning up against the wall next to the door, hand down his pants, jerking his cock with his eyes closed and his mouth open. rolling his eyes, barely suppressing a snort, kibum says, âhere.â he hands taemin his present and walks away, grinning to himself as he hears taeminâs confused hum turn into a loud groan halfway through. he's a very cute gremlin, kibum has to admit.
he thinks he's gotten enough revenge, enough amusement out of this. he'll be nice. taemin deserves something nice. at the end of the hallway, over his shoulder, kibum calls, âfreak.â
the sound of taemin nutting into his sweats his music to his ears.Â
~
one moment jonghyun is riding a sick motorcycle and hurling dynamite at a giant mecha scorpion piloted by an evil politician; the next moment, he's waking up, sun in his eyes, sweat on his neck. he blinks slow and crusty, pushing the palm of his hand into his eye and pulling downward, stretching his face. he feels soooo cozy. and sleepy. and warm. hot? not hot. but sweaty. weird.
he stretches his arms over his head, his legs under the--his legs blocked by something. by someone, by a body, shoulders between his thighs, a mouth on his cock. a mouth on his cock! that makes sense. that's why he's so cozy and sweaty and happy. that's also probably why the mecha scorpion had massive knockers in his dream.Â
he giggles, his arms falling down so he can turn and smile into his bicep. he loves being into sleepy stuff. no effort, high reward. if he stayed asleep, he would have gotten to wake up with the cozy warmth of an orgasm lingering around his body; now that he's awake, he still gets to enjoy it without having to do any of the work. he lets his legs fall open more and gently curls one foot around the back of taeminâs thigh.
he doesn't have to look or ask. he knows it's taemin down there, little hands on the creases of his thighs and fat lips kissing the base of his cock. dude loves a sweaty dick in the morning.Â
jonghyun slips a hand underneath the blankets. slowly, carefully, he feels around until his fingertips touch taeminâs cheek. he pinches it gently, rubs his thumb over it, slides his hand up to ruffle through his hair, soft, a little greasy. taemin hums his appreciation. jonghyun hears it in his ears, feels it vibrate through his cock, lets it inflate his heart and broaden his smile. he likes his gremlin, his taemin.
taemin isn't trying hard or anything down there, just playing with his cock in his mouth, tasting him, taking his time, enjoying himself. jonghyun nuts anyway after a few minutes, letting the pleasure creep through his veins like honey until it shocks through him like lightning. when he does, taemin sinks all the way down and swallows him through it.
and when it's over, when heâs giggling again and petting taemin gratefully, taemin keeps suckling on him, gently, his soft mouth kissing and pampering his soft cock. jonghyun plays with his hair. always nice to have his morning nut. how lovely and convenient to have a gremlin under the covers to help him out with it.
equally nice and right on time is his morning pee, insistent and pressuring him now that the boner is out of the way. equally lovely and convenient to have a gremlin under the covers to help him out with that, too. jonghyun loves not having to do anything but lay in bed and get taken care of.Â
carefully, with taeminâs mouth still on him, jonghyun lets out a tiny amount of pee. just a little peep. a peep of pee, just enough to get taeminâs attention. not to ask permission--theyâre years passed that--but to warn taemin of what he's about to do so he can be ready. the last time taemin wasn't ready it led to an hour long argument about who should have to do the laundry about it.Â
as soon as the first drip leaves his tip, taemin inhales so hard through his nose that not only does jonghyun hear it, he feels it rustle his pubes a little bit. instantly he pulls back so just the head of jonghyunâs cock is in his mouth and he paps all over his thighs with his little hands. soon it turns into just his pointer fingers poking up and down gently underneath his belly button, eagerly teasing his bladder.Â
jonghyun smiles to himself. every time, just like the first time. relieved, he relaxes and lets his pee flow. taemin drinks it all up, swallowing hard, moaning around him, definitely jerking himself off under there, sucking the last few drops out of him. jonghyun does have to say, he's impressed every time taemin drinks his entire stream. it's not like he has any control over it and it's not like he doesn't chug a full bottle of water every night before bed. very cool skill that taemin has developed. he loves his little piss loving freak.Â
before long, taemin worms his way up the bed until his head pops out of the covers, messy hair and pillow lines on his cheek and crusties under his eyes and the laziest smile on his swollen mouth. he reaches onto the bedside table for a tissue, cleans his cummy hand, throws the tissue into the garbage, and then smeks a morning kiss to jonghyunâs cheek.
jonghyun takes him by the chin and kisses his mouth. sure, he's not really into pee mouth, but he's not necessarily against it, either, and there's a little bit of cum mouth on the edges to make it worthwhile. and it's better than morning breath mouth by far. and, most importantly, it makes taemin smile so hard that jonghyun feels it in his heart.
~Â
âalright, come on. one more set, okay?â
âstop fucking saying that, dude.â
âthis is the last time. i promise,â minho lies. he almost always lies when he says that. but taemin knows that he's lying and he readies up for another set anyway, so it's fine. it's the hope that this time minho won't be lying about it that gets him through the workouts. and it's the trust that taemin has in him that keeps him coming back.
and it's that trust that makes minho feel all warm and fuzzy inside. taemin is always so contrary, so goofy, so annoying on purpose, but it makes minho so happy that he takes this seriously and listens to him when they come to the gym together. he trusts minho to make his pre-workout smoothie, pick his machines, add on his weights, number his reps and sets. this morning taemin said âi want fat tits like jonghyunâ and then just agreed, just obeyed, no questions, no hesitations, when minho took him to the bench press.
it's nice, is all minho is saying. it's nice and he likes it.
minho stands over him on the bench, his fingers hovering just below the bar as taemin grabs it with his little hands. he spots taemin as he pumps the bar up and down nice and slow, breathing in, breathing out, taking his time, savoring the burn and the push. it's simple today, a mild workout, low weight with a lot of reps. just maintaining what taemin already has, not trying to build anything new. minho counts out loud for him and gently puts his thumb between his eyes to smooth out the scrunch.
by number eight, minho thinks that maybe this actually is the last set for now because he kind of has to pee.Â
by number twelve, he decides, yeah, definitely. he has to pee. and soon. that's always how it is with him. he forgets about everything except the workout until it's too late. until he's starving, until his alarm goes off to remind him he has a date to get ready for, until his bladder is about to burst. it's definitely not healthy. he's been meaning to work on it.
but then, with taemin coming to the gym with him more and more often, does he really need to work on it? the pee part, anyway? it's not like he even needs to leave this spot if he has to pee so bad.
almost as soon as he has the thought, he flushes red with shame. what the fuck. no. absolutely not. he could never. he glances around the gym nervously, half expecting everyone in here to be staring right back at him, fully aware of his nasty little pervert thoughts.
no one's there. the gym is almost deserted. as it always is, because he only ever comes here when it's almost deserted because he likes the privacy of not being perceived. it helps with the anxiety. it keeps the moral ocd thoughts away, the thoughts like everyone can read my mind and is going to castrate me for thought crimes and doing mild sex things in a public area is the most evil thing anyone can ever do.Â
he's been working on it.
it's not even a sex thing, really. not for him, anyways. for taemin it definitely is, but for minho his babe's kink has always just been convenient. so if only one of them is into it then that makes it⌠half a sex thing? maybe? is that how it works? he doesn't think that's how it works. it definitely won't be how it works if they get caught.
if they get caught. big if. that's kind of how he's been working on it. first he does his best to remind himself that thought crimes aren't real, and then he asks himself, if i do this thing, then what's the worst that could happen?
usually it's somewhere along the lines of him getting publicly executed for being irredeemably evil and all of his friends and family and loved ones hating him and maybe, if he's feeling a little special, international headlines about how he's become the new most despised person on the planet.Â
so, a little unrealistic. probably.Â
second in line is that minho gets them kicked out of the gym, but he knows factually that wonât happen because the gym owner likes fucking minhoâs sweaty boyhole too much to ever get rid of him. third possibility: he inconveniences someone or makes them uncomfortable or ruins their day by forcing them to see a sliver of a dick for two seconds when they werenât expecting it because he is, of course, rude and inconsiderate and irredeemably evil. a little more reasonable of a worry.
but then he asks himself, what would the babes say? the babes have more rational brains in their heads than he does. and he knows the answers:
jinki always says, âthe worst thing your anxiety comes up with is ten times worse than the actual worst case scenario.â jonghyun always says, âbe impulsive to outplay the anxiety.â kibum always says, âno one cares as much as your anxiety does.â and taemin always says, âpiss in my mouth.â
âjesus fucking christ dude, how many of these am i doing?â
taemin always says that, too, but it's not exactly relevant to the piss thing. minho shakes himself back into focus, a little ashamed. he didn't lose count but he did lose track of what the numbers meant and now taemin is pushing 30 on shaky arms. âfinal push,â minho encourages him. âtwo more. come on. for me. twenty-nineâŚthirty! you're done. good job. good gremlin. you're done. so proud of you.â
he helps taemin settle the bar back on the stand, grinning, ignoring taemin glaring at him. he really is proud. he's always proud when taemin finishes a workout with him.
âwhatever, man,â taemin grumbles. he rubs his hands over his face, then puts them on the bench underneath himself and starts to push up.
âno,â minho says quickly. impulsively, even. he puts his hand on taeminâs forehead, keeping him down. âwait a sec.â taemin tilts his head back and tries to lick his hand; minho slides it down and around to cup his chin, tilting his head back more. he looks down at taemin, his fat lips, his big round eyes. heâs sweaty, panting, exhausted. thirsty. right at dick level. minho swallows hard. his mind races a mile a minute.
it'll be fine. just do it. no one cares. piss in his mouth.
before he can psych himself out of it, minho pushes down the hem of his sweats.
taeminâs pupils dilate as soon as minho drops his cock between his eyes. âholy fuck,â he whispers. his mouth falls slack, his legs fall open, a boner tents his sweats so fast minho almost misses it when he blinks.
minho smiles shakily down at him. at least it's obvious that taemin appreciates his bravery.Â
he's lucky that he's a grower, not a shower--it's easy to push his whole soft cock into taeminâs mouth. easy to feel taemin groan around him, sucking him in, breathing in deep. far too late to be considerate minho remembers that he's sweaty and gross and a second later remembers that it's fine because taemin likes that anyway. because he's a little freak.Â
a little freak that's nuzzling his nose into minhoâs balls, pushing himself closer, begging with his soft little noises and his soft little tongue around the head of minhoâs cock.
now here's the other problem that he forgot about--he's anxious, glancing around the gym, too nervous to pee. he needs to do this now, fast, either before someone sees or before he's just standing here with his dick in his boyfriend's mouth with nothing happening for so long that it gets embarrassing. but he can't, he can't make it come out, he has to pee so fucking bad but it won't--
taemin lifts both hands: one to press flat on minhoâs abdomen, the other to cup his balls and gently, gently, with just one finger, nudge his perineum.
and minho pees.
just like that. trust taemin to know how to make it happen. minho sighs, relaxing into it, letting it happen. he's in it. it's flowing. too late to stop now, even if someone does see them. thankfully, the inevitability makes it much easier to deal with the anxiety.Â
makes it so easy, in fact, that he can watch, amused, chuckling, as taemin worms both of his hands down his sweats. taemin jerks his cock under there, hips up off the bench, fucking up into his fists. he gulps down minhoâs piss so fucking easily, even though he's almost upside down, even though he surely can barely breathe with his nose pressed so hard against minhoâs skin. not a single drop spills until minho finishes and, content, pulls his cock out and shakes it a little to get the last drips out.Â
they land on taeminâs forehead, his cheeks, his open mouth, and taemin is looking at him with pitch black eyes like he invented the cosmos, and minho is blushing so hard because it's so much to have taeminâs attention like that. but he can't look away. taemin holds his eyes, gasping, gritting his teeth, scrunching his nose, wrenching his hands out of his sweats right before he hits his peak.
and then it's just the two of them, panting, staring at each other in the silence of the gym.
and then it's just the two of them, giggling hysterically, sprinting to the showers with their hands locked together.Â
as minho washes the sweat off of himself and listens to taemin jerking it in the stall next over, he smiles. he doesn't know what he was even nervous about.Â
~
jinki doesn't know if he should go see a doctor or if he's getting old or what, but recently every time he's horny for too long without actually cumming, he starts having to pee. and as someone that likes to take his time when he jerks it, it's been getting unbearably annoying.
he doesn't like cranking out quick nuts. when he jerks off he likes to savor it, the pleasure, the experience, the lazy hedonism of it. he likes spending quality time with just him, his laptop, his hand, and his dick. maybe his bootyass too if he's feeling extravagant.Â
he likes to peruse his backlog of weird porn at his leisure. read some smut, look at some art, listen to some audios, watch some videos. maybe he'll mix it up a little and listen to a video while he's reading a smut so the sex noises can enhance the word pictures. maybe he'll put on a roleplay audio and look at some art of his favorite character and imagine it's them talking to him. he puts on some nice music, lights a candle or two, clears his schedule for the day.
he only really feels like jerking off once or twice every few months anyway. he might as well make it special. might as well take two or three or four or nine hours about it. he deserves it.
but lately, every time jinki is taking his time and jerking it for half an hour, maybe forty-five minutes, without actually nutting, his bladder starts screaming at him that it's time to piss. it's an easy fix to get up and go to the bathroom but it takes him out of the mood, ruins the flow, makes the whole thing less satisfying.
he's having that problem now, sitting at his desk and frowning at his weird porn video playing on his laptop. it's really good and really hot but he's so distracted and he's already gotten up to pee twice.
luckily, he knows just the gremlin to help. with his free hand, he grabs his phone and sends off a text:
to: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
hey can yuo cmere fora sec i need u for someth
from: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
ä¸ä¸á( á )á
and less than a minute later, taeminâs hands are slapping on jinkiâs bedroom door. he opens it up without waiting for an answer and invites himself inside.
âyo, what's up? what do you need? ooh!â taemin looks around, spots jinki, and points openly at his dick, eyes bright and smile lopsided. âyou jerking off in here? hell yeah. can i wa--â
jinki grabs his hand, yanks him forward, and manhandles him underneath the desk with ease. he pushes taeminâs head down and pulls his ass up, settling him comfortably between his legs. he hooks his fingers in taeminâs sweats and pulls them down over his cute little ass.
âfleshlights don't talk,â he reminds taemin, and then he pushes his cock into his hole.
he slides in so easily, no resistance, no trouble, no nothing except soft, slick warmth all the way to the base of his cock. of course. as expected. because even though taemin barely ever gets fucked by any of them, he always keeps his hole loose and lubed up, always keeps himself trained and open, just in case, just on the off chance that someone will want to use him. because he's a âdesperate little fuckhole,â jinki mumbles.Â
he closes his eyes, relaxes, and pisses right into taemin, smiling at the comfort and convenience of it all. now this is more like it. this is what he needs every time he jerks off.
âfuck,â taemin groans. he sounds wrecked already. he pulls his sweats down more and gets his little hands around his cock. jinki can tell because he can feel the bottom of his fist brushing his balls as taemin jerks himself. âoh my god, jinx, fuck, oh my fucking god.â
jinki smiles a little closer to his heart this time. he'll let taemin have that. fleshlights don't talk, but they can curse hornily about how good and hot jinki is. he guesses.Â
anyway. now that his pee problem is taken care of, jinki taps the spacebar on his laptop. his weird porn video starts playing again and he eases himself right back into his groove. just like he was a minute ago.
except now, instead of just his hand, he has his favorite fleshlight to play with. he holds onto its hips, moving it up and down in his lap nice and slow. it's a little weird, to be sharing the space with piss; it's a more wet kind of slide than the slick lube heâs used to. itâs more drippy, too. but it's not distracting. jinki could get used to it.
and he does get used to it over the next hour or two. he loses himself in it, the new sensation adding an intriguing edge to his usual masturbation sessions. he grinds his fleshlight in circles in his lap, fucks it on himself, sometimes just holds it down so it can cockwarm him while he searches through his tags and filters for a good smut to read. he pisses in it again, just a little bit, without even thinking, without even taking a second away from scrolling through art. he decides right then that yeah, he's definitely going to be using this thing every time he jerks off from now on.
the entire time, taemin jerks its own cock and whispers to itself, little curses, little dirty talks. jinki tunes that all out. that's not his business. it's not even his business to make sure taemin is comfortable or feels good. what does he care how a sex toy feels? the only reason it exists is to make him feel good.
he does worry a little bit that he might give himself a piss kink with this, but whatever. not the worst thing that could hap--
wait. wait, hold on. jinki sits up straight, his eyes wide, his mouth falling open. on the screen, in the weird porn video he's watching, the actors are doing his favorite thing. his favorite thing ever, his weirdest and most convoluted niche fetish. they're just doing it, right there on camera, like it's no big deal. it wasn't even in the tags for the video. it's completely blindsided him and it's so well executed and so specific and so fucking hot and so fucking perfect that--
jinkiâs orgasm hits him like a truck. the culmination of hours of pleasure, hours of carefully curated stimulation, building up inside of him, coiling up like a spring⌠all of it finally releases, exploding through his every nerve. it's sudden, surprising, far different from his usual method of letting himself boil over nice and slow, but that's fine. jinki still knows how to make it last.
as his balls tense he presses bruises into taeminâs hips, holding his toy all the way down, pumping a thick line of cum deep inside of it. he grinds taemin around the base of his cock, pushes it up so just the head is inside its raw little hole, and then pulls it all the way back down again as he shoots another rope of cum into it. and he does that again, and again, and again, making each pulse of his orgasm powerful and prolonging it as long as possible.
when he's finally done, spent, satisfied, he holds taemin in his lap and smiles at the ceiling. yeah. nice. good. fuck yeah. he loves jerking off. with one hand he taps a little rhythm onto taeminâs bootycheek and with the other he closes all of his weird porn tabs.Â
then he closes his eyes, relaxing in the afterglow. he pushes and pulls the fleshlight on his cock, not exactly grinding it, not exactly fucking it, but somewhere in between the two. he just plays with it, plays with his cock, enjoys the low burn, the slow tingles, while his cock softens inside of it. this is an underrated part of jerking off, he thinks. people rush the afterglow, but he can make it last half an hour, at least.Â
and when he finally feels his cock growing numb to the stimulation, no more pleasure, no more satisfaction, no more use to be gained from his toy, he's finally done. well, almost--he pisses in it again, of course. one last time.
his problem now, obviously, is that he has this fleshlight full of cum and piss and he doesn't know what to do with it. he can't just let it leak all over his bedroom carpet. that's gross. all of his sex toys are either stored in his bedside table across the room or have been stolen by the others. he's got nothing to plug this thing up with. looking around his desk, he grabs the first thing he sees that looks like it might work.
a little jar scented candle. pink hibiscus, a few inches tall, about five or six inches circumference, a gift from jonghyun. that's fine. he's sure jonghyun won't mind. and the way the jar dips in before the lid flares out is nicely convenient. carefully, slowly, he pulls his cock out and then quickly pushes the jar right back in before anything can spill out of taeminâs gape.
perfect. pushing away from his desk in his rolly chair, he drags the fleshlight out with him. before he forgets, he fits its mouth around his cock and lets it suck him clean. then he tosses it onto the floor. âshoo,â he tells it without looking. âget out of here.âÂ
and taemin--hair a mess, sweaty all over, pupils blown, lips bitten red, hands still around its cock, precum dripping down over its fingers--taemin whispers another curse, wipes drool from its chin, and scuttles out of his room, slamming the door shut behind it.Â
tingly and fuzzy and happy all over, jinki checks his instagram to see what heâs missed.
five minutes later the post nut clarity hits.Â
clearheaded, guilt ridden, he lunges for his phone.Â
to: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
hey wasthat too meanÂ
to: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
srry if that was too mean
to: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
ill be less mean nxt time i jus got like caughtbup in it sorry
to: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
u can tell me if it was too mean
to: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
do u need anythng??
from: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
can u for once in your life not be such a huge fucking WEENIE
from: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
it was fine!!! u werent too mean!!! i liked it!!a!! you werent even mean at all!!! i Wish u were being mean!!!! i know u were thinking all kinds of shit about me that u werent saying out loud!!!!Â
from: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
its not mean to call me a desperate slutty fleshlight and use me when ive literally begged you to call me a desperate slutty fleshlight and use me!!! thats the whole point!!! i want you to do that!!! its not mean its hot and cute!!!!Â
from: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
it was good. no notes. no i dont need anything
from: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
actually thats a lie. one note. next time dont tell me you need me for A Second and then keep me there for two and a half fucking hours :/ my video game timed me out for inactivity
to: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
lmao
from: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
the jumpscare was hot but next time let me know im coming into your goon caveÂ
from: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
cumming into ur goon cave hehe
to: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
its not a fucking goon cave dude
to: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
but whatever
to: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
oki
to: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
thanks
to: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
and youre welcome
from: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
now if you dont mind im trying to blowjob my own penis and i would like to concentrate
to: taem â¤ď¸âđĽ
good luck o7
jinki throws his phone back on the bed, shaking his head. of course taemin is fine. jinki doesn't know why he expected him to be anything other than an absolute gremlin.Â
~
taemin wasn't really into it at first, but he thinks kibum was right--it was a good idea to have a little lunch barbecue party in the backyard today. it's nice and sunny, he got to put on his own playlist on the speakers, minho decorated their patio very cute, and of course cooking the food all together made it extra yummy. the others are even letting taemin sit on the cobbled stone ground where it's solid and comfy without teasing him. this has been really fun.
these last ten minutes especially, ever since jinki and jonghyun got each other started on some little throwaway joke and haven't stopped since. the two of them are so funny together. they're so fucking funny. they play together so easily, they build off of each other, they bounce back and forth without missing a beat. taemin has been giggling and laughing the whole time.
minho, too, and even kibum can't hold back all of his laughter at their antics. it's like a personal little comedy show just for the three of them, right in their own backyard. taemin doesn't know how he got so lucky. he's having such a good time and he's laughing so hard that he might--
no, wait. no, fuck. no, he is--he's peeing.Â
âwhat the fuck?â taemin hisses, absolutely bewildered. âwhat the fuck? what the fuck? what the fuck?â he uncrosses his legs and spreads them a little to look down at himself. it feels like he's in slow motion as he registers the spreading wetness, the growing warmth radiating from under his zipper. âthere's no fucking way,â he says. his breath catches in his throat, struggling to get into his lungs. âno i'm fucking not.â he's not. he can't be. that can't be piss. he can't be pissing himself. he didn't even feel like he had to pee a minute ago. that can't be what's happening.
the piss starts leaking out through his jeans, darkening the stone underneath his butt and pooling around him. the visual of it has taemin scoffing in outrage. âare you fucking kidding me?â he snaps this time, scowling hard at his dick, holding his hands up for emphasis. his vision blurs and he feels dizzy. what in the absolute shitting god damn hell is going on? âwhat the fuck do you think you're doing you little fucker? quit--don't--â he realizes halfway through the sentence that heâs trying to speak to his own dick, trying to--what? scold it? shame it? get it to understand human language and stop pissing?Â
âman,â he whines. his hands flop down into his lap. the impact jostles his dick a little bit and an extra powerful squirt of pee arcs through the denim. he deflates, drooping, slouching, close to misery. this is so fucked up. he doesn't even remember the last time he pissed himself. this is the worst day of his life.
his whole entire butt is wet now. it creeps further and further along his pants as the piss puddle widens around him. as it is grows, so does his sense of resignation. he rubs his palms into his eyes and drags his hands down his cheeks. well. âwhatever,â he sighs. this is where he is now. he's made his piss and now he has to sit in it.Â
all of that before he's even finished peeing. he lets the last of it trickle out of him, staring at his pouting, yellowy reflection in the puddle between his legs.Â
now that it's out of him, he feels better, at least. a weight lifted that he didn't know was there.
âbruh.â
he looks up at jinkiâs soft whisper and finds all four of his babes staring at him. staring down at him, jinki standing behind the barbecue, jonghyun and minho sharing a chair, kibum sat on top of the fence separating the patio from the rest of the backyard. all of their eyes are wide and all of their mouths hang open. heat rushes fast into taeminâs cheeks. he hadn't even thought about how he wasn't just pissing himself; he was pissing himself in front of everyone.
taemin swallows audibly.Â
âuh,â he says.
minho bursts into laughter. he tries to muffle it, his hands clamping over his mouth, but there's no hiding that heâs laughing his loudest, highest, most unrestrained laugh so loud it has to be echoing down the street. he shakes and writhes in his chair, doubling over, his whole face wide and open with it.Â
âbro, are you good?â jonghyun asks. he stifles his laughter much better as he extracts himself from the chair and minho. stepping forward, he hesitates, looking for footing around the puddle. he crouches down far enough away to not get wet and reaches out to touch taeminâs shoulder, his neck, his cheek. âlike, are you--â he pauses, snorts, smooths his smile down with his free hand. âare you okay?â he asks.
taemin sighs, putting his elbow on his knee and resting his chin in his hand. he appreciates the compassion. âyeah, just--â
âlittle piss boy!â kibumâs voice is loud, gleeful. he points at taemin so hard that taemin can feel it even without turning his head to see it. âlittle wet piss boy!â he announces. âlittle wet piss boy can't hold his piss!â
âfuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you,â taemin hisses. minhoâs laughter redoubles and even jonghyun covers his mouth to muffle his giggles. taemin has never blushed harder in his fucking life, has never wanted to melt into the floor more than at this moment. he should just melt into the piss puddle. he should just become the piss of his shame. that would be better than this.
kibum laughs now too, warm and from his chest and unfortunately so fucking hot. taemin never thought he would hate how much he loves kibumâs laugh. kibum leans forward over his crossed legs, smirking in the corner of taeminâs eye. âoh, and now you're acting like you're not into it?â he demands.Â
âi'm not!â taemin whines. he turns to pout at kibum, gets one good look at the wicked curl of his lips and the arch of his scarred eyebrow, and quickly looks away before he gets distracted. he crosses his arms, realizes how petulant that makes him look, and uncrosses them. âit's my piss!â he says. âi'm not into my own piss! i see that every day! what's hot about it?âÂ
âthen why did you--why did--â minho can barely speak through his laughter. through gasps and hiccups, he asks, âthen why did you fucking do that?â
âit wasn't on fucking purpose,â taemin snaps. he cannot fucking believe that kibum and minho think he would just piss himself like that unprompted as a sex thing. at least jonghyun and--
when taemin turns a pleading pout on jonghyun, jonghyun is looking back at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. quickly he closes his mouth, shakes his head, and nods sympathetically, cooing âof course it wasnâtâs and âi believe you, taemie babyâs.Â
quickly, but not quickly enough. taemin still saw that surprise on his face. âare you for fucking real?â he asks jonghyun. jonghyun usually has his back. âyou too? it was a fucking accident.â
âi mean, i don't know, i thought that was obvious.â jinki sounds far away; looking up, taemin finds him stepping out of the back door. he has a towel and a pair of sweats hung over his arm. relief washes over taemin.Â
âat least someone believes me,â he grumbles, reaching up. jinki approaches, hesitates. the piss puddle has been slowly trickling towards the house and now he can't get close enough to hand over his help without stepping in it.
âwell, if you didn't do it on purpose, then what am i being so fucking nice to you about it for?â kibum hops off of the wall with a sigh. he steps up to taemin from the side and reaches both hands out. âcome on, regular and not embarrassing piss boy. up,â he says.
taemin takes his hands, letting kibum haul him to his feet. his wet jeans rub and chafe uncomfortably against his legs and he can feel the residual pee trickling down to his knees and lower. still, he smiles a little, flattered, and meets kibumâs eyes shyly. âyou were making fun of me the horny way?â he asks. he thought kibum was just being mean. he was genuinely getting upset. but kibum was making fun of him to compliment him? âthat's so sweet.âÂ
âdon't let it go to your head,â kibum warns him. he says it with a straight face but a blush dusts over his nose and that goes straight to taeminâs head. kibum likes him.Â
behind him, jonghyun gently touches his hips and his waist to hold him steady. âhere, wait,â he says as taemin looks at him over his shoulder. âtake off your shoes and your socks. so you don't step in it with them.â
âoh,â taemin says, looking down. luckily he got up with his feet placed on either side of the puddle. âyeah, yeah, thanks.â he doesn't want pee shoes. he takes his shoes and socks off, kicking them towards the back door. he hesitates then, hands on his jeans zipper; then he sighs. whatever. not like they've never seen his dick before. might as well just get changed here instead of risking dripping pee all over the house.
he has his zipper down, his button popped, and his hands hooked in the hem of his jeans when minho speaks up. his laughter has calmed down into just stray chuckles. he slouches down in his chair and pushes his hand through his hair as he asks, âso, what, are we just going to hose you down out here like a dog?âÂ
and.
oh.
that's. that's, uh. taemin swallows hard, his vision going a little fuzzy for a second. for the first time today he actually gets kind of horny. he was just going to go in and take a quick shower, but. if they want to treat him like an animal, like a creature, like a thing, like anything not human.⌠âi mean,â he says, âuh,â he says, âyeah,â he says.Â
minho snorts into laughter again. jonghyun, holding on to his arm, squeezing it, leans forward as far as he can to brush a kiss against his cheek. âi think our little kitty likes that idea,â he smiles. kibum rolls his eyes, muttering âfreakâ under his breath. jinki rolls his eyes too, but in a fond way, chuckling, shrugging.
âyeah, sure, why not,â he says. âeasier that way.â he points to the back of the yard, to the corner of the fence that's hidden from the neighborsâ second story windows by their orange tree. âover there, though.â
âhey, so,â minho says. he said it fast, a little loud, and he bites his lip like he half wants to take it back when they all look at him. but he takes a breath and presses on, brave and confident: âif we're hosing you down anyway, then we can all⌠you know⌠piss on you. if you wa--â
âplease.â the word comes out of taemin hoarse and involuntary and straight from the bottom of his heart. he's never dared to ask. he knows the others aren't into it; he knows whenever they pee in his mouth it's because they're indulging him because they think he's cute and funny and they like him. that's always been more than enough for him so he's never asked for more, never pushed his luck.Â
itâs just that apart from the taste, the mess of it is his favorite part. the warm spray all over him, dripping from his hair, the image of him kneeling in a pool of someone else's piss, is always what makes him cum the hardest when he's jerking off. but that's a lot. that's so much. he doesn't like dealing with cleaning up himself and he's definitely never wanted to make the others clean up. he's been peed on a few times when he shares a shower with someone, quick fun little things, but this? this is the opportunity taemin has always dreamed of.Â
they're laughing at him again; taemin got so lost in rapturous thoughts of piss that he didn't notice. none of it is mean laughter, though. it's endeared laughter, maybe a little exasperated, and even from kibum, it's fond. taemin can't help but smile back. he's their gremlin and they like him.
âokay,â jinki says, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. âpee party in the corner in half an hour.â
âwahoo!â taemin cheers. with both fists triumphant in the air, he turns and starts jogging across the back garden. two steps in he starts waddling, his jeans chafing awkwardly, the soil uneven and unpredictable around his bare feet with the pumpkins growing in for autumn.Â
jonghyun appears chuckling next to him, holding his arm and leading him to the corner. behind him taemin hears kibum mutter, âoh, weâre actually--? jesus. alright. where's my water bottle?âÂ
in the corner, jonghyun helps taemin get out of his tshirt and his pissy jeans and boxers. he holds taemin steady as he hops around trying to peel them off of his wet thighs. while he struggles, jinki screws in the hose and sprays down the patio, rinsing taeminâs accident off of the stone and into the dirt. minho and kibum bicker inaudibly about something until minho just gestures at taemin and kibum immediately stalks across the garden.
ânaked little weirdo,â he says when he first gets in earshot, to which taemin smiles and nods happily. yeah. he sure is. then, âif youâre hydrated enough and you drink water, it'll just go right through you and turn into pee, right?â kibum asks. âlike ten, fifteen minutes?â
âuh,â taemin says. âkind of? it gets absorbed into your intestines pretty quickly and then--â he hesitates, rubbing the bridge of his nose. he doesn't want to get into it. it's a whole essay about anatomy that he'd have to give and then they would all know he's a big fucking nerd. âyeah,â is what he says instead. âyeah, that's basically it.âÂ
âpisslord says i'm right!â kibum turns and calls across the garden. âdrink a bottle!â
âfuck you,â minho calls back, but he heads inside and comes back out with an armful of water bottles anyway.Â
âhere, taem.â jonghyun has taeminâs shirt draped over one arm. âgimme your pants,â he says, offering his arm out. taemin holds up his pants and boxers, hesitating. they're not dripping, but they're noticeably wet. still, jonghyun wiggles his arm insistently.Â
out of all of them, jonghyun cares the least about pee contamination; taemin knows this. he also knows that that fact alone has always made taemin want to be more careful with him. he respects the respect. delicately, taemin drapes his pants over jonghyunâs arm, careful to not let them touch his skin. jonghyun folds his shirt around them, kisses his cheek, and heads back to the house.Â
taemin rubs his cheek. he gets the little speck of spit from jonghyunâs lips off, but the tingle and the heat stay like they always do.Â
kibum, sipping from his water bottle, raises his eyebrows and looks taemin up and down. âaren't you going to get on your knees for us?â he asks.Â
âoh, right,â taemin says. being on his knees is kind of important for the whole getting pissed on thing. he turns around, looks around for a good spot to kneel in the dirt, registers what that thought means inside of his brain, and turns back around. he points at the ground, pouting. âthereâs bugs in there,â he says. heâll wallow around in the dirt and mud for fun, but he won't wallow with bugs. he can't believe he didn't remember this earlier, before he walked all the way across the yard in his bare fucking feet. now that he's thinking about it, he shifts uncomfortably, frowning at the dirt between his toes. what if there's bugs on him right now?
âso?â kibum asks. his voice is pointed, low. his command voice. taemin swallows, nervous. he knows kibum has been toying with the idea of giving him a fear kink and he fears that it's going to start working soon. a smile plays around the corners of kibumâs mouth. âyou think we care that our toy is a little scaredy--â
âi got it, taem, don't worry.â minho appears, the plastic tarp they usually use to keep rain off of their more sensitive plants billowing behind him. taemin breathes a sigh of relief as kibum curses under his breath. he's not against kibum trying to make him cum scared, but he doesn't think he wants to taint this piss experience he's about to have with it. kibum can freak him out another time.
the three of them set the tarp up in the corner, smoothing it out over the ground and folding it up against the fence a little bit. before they finish, jinki comes over dragging the hose behind him and jonghyun follows with one of their camping chairs under each arm. the first one he sets up for jinki and blushes delicately when jinki kisses him as thanks; the second one he folds open, plops down, and snoots âget your ownâ when minho tries to share it with him.
the two of them start fighting over it as taemin sits down cross-legged on the edge of the tarp. he smiles watching them push and slap at each other's hands. sometimes he thinks they argue so much just so they can feel each other up. eventually they settle with minho sitting on the arm of the chair and jonghyunâs hand blatantly between his thighs.Â
jinki has been watching just as pleasantly as taemin has, sipping his water. kibum, on the other hand, is still standing, arms crossed, an annoyed set to his mouth as he frowns down at taemin. after a moment he catches taemin looking at him and blinks, then looks away, scowling. taeminâs smile grows. âwhat's wrong?â he asks. âyou grumpy you bombed at making me horny three times in a row?â
he knows that's what it is. he knows that kibum is mad that his teasing, and then his subtle little command to get on his knees, and then his interrupted attempt at making taemin flustered and nervous all didn't work. he knows he's right even as kibum scoffs like he doesn't know what taemin is talking about. he just smiles, broad and lazy, eyebrows raised, and waits for kibum to get embarrassed enough to do something about it.
it doesn't even take ten seconds. âokay, well, what about this,â he snaps, and he reaches down and grabs taemin by the hair at the back of his head. taemin lets himself be pulled forward until he's on his knees in front of kibum and kibum is shoving his cock into his mouth.
he's already hard. taemin bets he got hard just from making fun of him and has had this boner in his pants ever since. he's so easy. smug, taemin leans forward and smiles up at kibum around his cock. kibum frowns down at him, pushing his hair out of his eyes, combing his fingers through it so it falls back into them in a way that he likes better. âenjoy it while you can, gremlin,â he says.Â
taemin knows exactly what he means. it's already happening--the grab, the yank, the sudden sex, the not being asked--all of it is already taking him from an excited half chub to a full, twitching erection. it won't take long for him to be useless, drooling and moaning around his babe as kibum uses him like the fleshlight he is. especially because he knows kibum is going to start fucking his throat within the minute.
so he takes kibumâs advice and enjoys it, getting comfortable on his knees, savoring how hot he is and how effortless it is for him get kibum all riled up.Â
savoring the taste of kibumâs cock pulsing on his taste buds.
and most of all, savoring how when kibum pulls his hips back and starts fucking into his mouth slow and lazy, for just a second he closes his eyes and sighs out a smile. that alone makes taemin smugger than ever. kibum likes him and what he can do for him.
a loud wolf whistle draws taeminâs attention for a second. jonghyun is leaning forward in his chair, eyes locked on his mouth, smiling bottom lip between his teeth. taemin winks at him before turning his eyes back to kibum.
âoh, weâre fucking him, too?â minho asks.
âi am,â kibum says. âhe has me all the way out here because he's a little freak. he might as well make it worth my while.â he slides both hands down around to cup taeminâs jaw and hold him still. it's not necessary; taemin is already forgetting how to move, how to do things on his own. kibum is so good at making him feel worthless except for sex. he's so good at making taemin feel like nothing and like everything at the same time. he can feel every single millimeter of movement as kibum rocks in and out of his mouth. he wonders if kibum can feel it too. he rolls his tongue slowly and wonders if he feels good for kibum.Â
no, that's not exactly it. he knows he feels good for kibum. the question is, how good?
kibumâs head lolls to the side so he can look at minho. âyou can do what you want. i don't care.â and with that, he picks up the speed and starts fucking into taeminâs mouth for real.Â
taemin is ready for him. his throat is relaxed, his lips are soft, his head is tilted at the perfect angle to accept kibum with no resistance. he keeps his tongue flat, a guide for kibum, and lets his drool fill his mouth and spill down the sides of his chin like kibum loves to see. he stays perfectly still so kibum doesn't have to work any harder than he needs to. when kibum pulls his hair anyway, he moans, the pleasure of the tension making his brain fuzzy.Â
his precum drips onto the tarp in a steady rhythm. drool and kibumâs precum splat onto the tarp in heavy, irregular dollops. kibum has one fist in his hair and his other hand holding taemin by the jaw, squeezing, his fingernails digging into his cheeks. it's getting hard to breathe and that only makes taeminâs cock throb harder.Â
the harder it is to breathe, the harder his pulse pounds underneath his skin, the blurrier kibum gets above him. taeminâs vision always starts to go first as his eyes slip out of focus. next his hearing gets a little fuzzy. still, he hears kibum hissing âcockdrunk slutâ loud and clear. as soon as the compliment processes his slack mouth turns up in a wide smile. he loves when kibum loves when he gets all loopy for him.Â
âbet you could cum from this,â kibum murmurs, breathless, close. âbet you could cum just from getting your your throat fucked if i surprised you better with it, right? if i caught you when you werenât ready and forced you to swallow my cock. threw you on the floor and forced my cock into your mouth. if i had you panicked and struggling with my hands around your fucking neck. youâd cream your pants for me, wouldn't you? cum all over yourself just--just from--âÂ
so easy, taemin thinks as kibum cums with a heavy shudder. even for a fleshlight, he barely needs to do anything to get kibum to cum. just look cute, drool around his cock, and let him dirty talk himself to an orgasm.
it's satisfying every single time.Â
and exciting every time, because every time kibum comes up with a new idea and every time he tries that new idea out within the month. taemin can't wait.Â
kibum always pulls back when he cums so he can see it in taeminâs mouth. taemin sits patiently, mouth open, letting kibum jerk himself the rest of the way off while his cum fills and spills off of his tongue. then he swallows what's left happily and beams up at his babe.
kibum always blushes when he does that. he puts his hand on taeminâs forehead and pushes him so he falls back on his hands, smugger than ever. âokay, anyway,â kibum says. he puts his dick back in his pants, pulls out his phone, and leans against the trunk of the orange tree like nothing just happened.
taemin sits there licking his lips and enjoying the way the warm sun feels on his leaking cock. he should get fucked outside more often. this is straight up cozy.
âtaem.â minhoâs voice is a little hoarse. taemin looks over to find him clearing his throat into one hand. his cock is out of his shorts, thick and hard in jonghyunâs hand. taeminâs own cock twitches against his stomach. fuck yeah. âcâmere,â minho says, but taemin is already crawling over. he doesn't need to be told once, let alone asked twice.
jonghyun and minho must have moved their chair closer to the tarp while taemin was getting his throat fucked. they're right at the edge of it now, minho still straddling the arm and jonghyun still draped halfway over his lap. jonghyun reaches for taemin as he draws close, pinching his cheek, petting his hair, cupping his jaw. âsuch a pretty toy for us,â he smiles. he waits for taemin to finish his shy laugh, then guides him up and onto minhoâs cock.Â
where kibum likes to hold taemin still and fuck his mouth, minho more likes to move his head up and down on his cock. taemin is still trying to figure out which approach he likes more. it's an internal debate that has occupied many of his jerk off sessions.
now, though, he is wholly focused on how heavy minhoâs cock is on his tongue. he's always so leaky, leakier than taemin, and taemin groans softly as he sucks on the head and licks up a constant stream of precum from his tip. he wants more, he wants more of minho stretching open his mouth. he wants minhoâs cock, so fucking big when he's hard compared to when he's soft, halfway down his throat, pumping cum directly into his stomach.
but minho holds him steady with both hands, only letting him bob up and down over the head of his cock. he smiles down at taemin lazy and relaxed. content to take his time. jonghyun snuggles himself into the crook of his arm and jerks off his cock underneath taeminâs lips.Â
taemin works to give jonghyunâs fingers a little extra smooch every time they brush against his mouth. if anything will get him what he wants faster, it'll be sweetening up jonghyun.Â
it's working--jonghyun is watching him, biting his own lips, his own mouth falling open. yes. good. he takes his hand off of minhoâs cock. yes. good. he lifts it up to minhoâs jaw, turns his face, and kisses him. yes--
no. what the fuck. jonghyun whines a little into minhoâs mouth, shifting up to wrap his arm around his neck, kiss him deeper. no no no. taemin whines louder. that's not--
cursing against jonghyunâs lips, minho starts moving taeminâs head up and down deeper on his cock.
yes. fucking perfect. taemin closes his eyes, losing himself in the slide of cock into his mouth, against the roof of it, against his tastebuds, against his cheeks when minho tilts his head. taemin tightens his lips and hollows his cheeks, sucking him hard. minho likes the tight, clean pressure.
minho also likes to fuck him nice and slow so he can let the orgasm take its time building up in his balls. by the time taemin gets bored of the hot orange of the sun shining on his eyelids and opens his eyes again, minho still only has him halfway down his cock. taemin doesn't mind that much. not when he can look up and watch the way jonghyun sucks on minhoâs tongue.Â
his cock aches between his legs. he's so hard, so sensitive he can feel the breeze cooling the precum on his shaft. slowly but surely minho fucks him deeper, deeper, deeper, until he's kissing the base of his cock every time he's pulled down. and the whole time jonghyun and minho are absorbed in each other, kissing, murmuring little words back and forth and sharing each other's breaths without even glancing at him. it's like taemin isn't even there, like he really is nothing but a toy for them to use while they have sex with each other.Â
eventually minho starts pushing his head down hard, burying taeminâs nose in his pubes, holding him down for longer and longer. eventually he he stops kissing jonghyun and starts sucking in deep breaths, letting them out slow and measured like he does at the gym, like he's trying to control himself, regulate himself. his grip on taeminâs head tightens, squeezing him, so hard he feels like he's going to pop, so hard he sees stars, until all of a sudden, he's letting go. he lets go, holds him again, lets go, touches his hair with the softest fingers and whispers, âsorry, taem, sorry, sorry.âÂ
taemin shakes his head a little desperate. it's fine. it's fine. he liked it. it didn't hurt. he wants it. he loves--
âoh, he's fine, choi,â jonghyun tsks. he reaches down and grabs the back of taeminâs head, pushing him down where minho left off. taemin immediately smiles with relief. good. yes. jonghyun knows what it's like to want to be manhandled. jonghyun won't baby out on him. jonghyun won't worry about being too rough.Â
in fact, jonghyun fucks his head down onto minho with glee. he keeps it erratic, changing the deepness, the speed, the force he uses, using taemin to mess with minho. he's playing with minho, trying to figure out how to make him gasp, shiver, hiss through his teeth. he watches minho with the laziest, most amused smile on his pretty mouth.
then he turns that smile on to taemin. he looks at taemin with his big gorgeous brown eyes, glittering behind his lashes, and makes a little kissie face at him. and right when taemin is blushing, jonghyun leans his cheek against minhoâs and says, âhe's so hot, isn't he? our kitty. look at him.â
not fair. taemin can't deal with both of them watching him. he looks down, closes his eyes, focuses on being a better hole, hopes jonghyun is so enraptured by his eyelashes that he doesn't mind.Â
he hears minhoâs steady breathing turn shakier, hears the soft smeks of jonghyun kissing his cheek, his jaw, probably his neck. âdoesn't his pretty swollen mouth suck you so good?â jonghyun asks. his voice is quiet, almost a purr. trembling fingers touch taemin, minho running a thumb running over the seam of his lips. âso soft, isn't he?â jonghyun asks. âaren't his slutty little noises so adorable?â
taemin didn't even know he was making slutty little noises. all he can hear is the rush in his brain and the sloppy sounds of jonghyun forcing his head up and down. maybe that's what jonghyun is talking about, or maybe taemin has been whimpering, moaning, audibly enjoying this the entire time. minhoâs thumb moves from stroking his bottom lip to gently caressing his cheek. he whispers something that taemin can't catch.
âthat's right, he's blushing so hard, isn't he?â jonghyun coos. taemin feels his face get hotter. fuck. jonghyun chuckles deep from his chest and says, âhe's blushing for you, choi, because he loves your cock in his mouth. he loves being forced to take you deep.â he pushes taemin down harder, grinding his face around minho, holding him there so he can't breathe. he keeps taemin down for so long that taemin has to open his eyes, has to make them big and round and wet and pleading as well as he can when his vision is fuzzing out fast.Â
jonghyunâs eyes are glittery little crescents as he lets taemin up just enough to start breathing through his nose again. minho looks wrecked, his mouth hanging open, so close taemin would be surprised he hasn't cum already if he wasn't busy recovering from almost passing out.Â
âsee how dark his eyes are?â jonghyun asks minho, his mouth moving against his temple. âthat's because he loves it. he loves being such a good toy for us. aren't we so lucky? that we get to use him whenever we want? that we have our own personal little cumhole? he wants your cum, choi, don't you want to give it to him? don't you want to fill up his cute fat cheeks?âÂ
everything he's saying is making taemin so dizzy. he's so fucking good at this. taemin does love being such a good toy for them, they are so lucky, they do get to use him, he is their own personal little cumhole, he does want minhoâs cum so fucking bad.
minho threads his fingers in jonghyunâs hair and kisses him again, hard and intense. finally his hips start bucking up, chasing his orgasm, and jonghyun matches his rhythm with taeminâs head.Â
finally minho cums. his breath hitches, his groan gets muffled into jonghyunâs smile. jonghyun pulls taemin back so just the head of minhoâs cock is in his mouth and jerks him off quickly, his small hand coaxing every last drop of cum out of him. âdon't swallow, taemie, hold it all in, don't swallow, for me, please,â he breathes.
taemin doesn't swallow. he holds it all in for jonghyun, for the way jonghyun pets his hair and cups his chin, guiding him off of minhoâs slow and careful. taemin makes sure to be a good fleshlight and sucks minho hard all the way until the last second.
jonghyun doesn't waste a single second. he pulls taemin up to his feet and then into his lap, pushing their mouths together before taemin even has time to get settled. taemin gives him what he wants, opening his mouth and letting jonghyun drink minhoâs cum out of him.
jonghyun calms down as soon as he gets the first taste. he keeps the kiss slow and lazy, letting taemin get comfortable over his thighs. âso sexy for us, taemie,â he whispers. taemin hums back, flattered.
as he's touching tongues with jonghyun, passing minhoâs cum back and forth with him, he lifts his hands to cup jonghyunâs jaw. a big hand catches his right hand before it reaches his destination; minho, holding him, squeezing him, thanking him. taemin peeks one eye open to glance at him, smile, and squeeze him back. no problem.Â
his kiss with jonghyun takes a while. they're both savoring it, playing with each other, making a game of who can secretly swallow the most of the cum. taemin will tilt his head so a little bit of cum drips down jonghyunâs chin instead of into his mouth, then duck a little bit to the side to lick it up and swallow it down. jonghyun will put his thumb in taeminâs mouth to hold him open and suck the cum that clings to his own skin off when he takes it out.
the sun is warm overhead, the birds sing, the other three talk and laugh quietly. taemin couldn't be more relaxed. eventually, tragically, they run out of minhoâs cum and are just kissing regular style, smiling against each other's mouths. taemin pulls back just enough to kiss jonghyunâs cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and jonghyun, giggling, grabs his chin to hold him still and smooches his tongue.Â
jonghyunâs other hand slowly creeps down his body, around his back, to cup his butt. he squeezes taeminâs ass, pulls him apart a little, dips his fingers into his crack to press against his hole. taemin moans softly into his mouth, grinding back against his fingers. today just keeps getting better and better.Â
chuckling, jonghyun pushes three fingers inside of him and murmurs, âeager little slut, aren't we?âÂ
taemin nods frantically, arching his back, loving the way jonghyun just fits so fucking easily inside of him. proud of how easily jonghyun can get inside of him. he puts a lot of work into keeping himself--âso loose and open for us, taemie, so ready to take us whenever we want,â jonghyun says.Â
jonghyun knows him so well. he pushes a fourth finger inside and rubs over his prostate and taemin isn't even embarrassed about the rough noise that comes out of his mouth.
âwait, are you actually--fingering him?â minho asks. he's still a little breathless, running his hands through his hair, but he frowns at jonghyun all the same. âare you just using my cum as lube or what? that can't be enough.â
âno, i'm not even using that,â jonghyun smiles, shrugging innocently. easily, like it's fucking nothing, he picks taemin up and wrangles him until he's bent over his lap, ass in the air facing minho and kibum. âhe's just such a good little fucktoy for us that his slut cunt is always dripping and ready.â he kisses the small of taeminâs back as he fucks his fingers in and out of his hole, showing the others what he means. taemin struggles to get his breath back in the awkward position, getting a hold on the arm of the chair and lifting his head.
jinki looks back at him. quiet, contemplative. a little concerned, maybe, but not enough to stop what's going on. he must have been in his phone until just now, because he's holding it up, thumb hovering over the screen. the way he's sitting, it almost looks like he could be recording taemin. at the thought, his cock twitches hard enough to touch his stomach even from its weird angle.Â
jinki couldn't have seen it from his position, but still, he raises his eyebrows like he knows.Â
jonghyun is still talking about how good he is at being a hole. taemin can hear him vaguely in the background, but he doesn't return to full focus, too lost in jinkiâs eyes, until a second pair of hands appears on his ass. he cranes his neck to look behind him, huffs and whines when he can't.Â
âyouâre really like this all the time? for real?â that's minho, has to be minhoâs fingers digging into his cheeks and pulling him wide open.Â
taemin nods as best as he can when all of his attention is suddenly on the way he can feel jonghyunâs knuckles as he curls his fingers. âfor,â he breathes, trying to speak over his shoulder. âfor. to be. your cocksleeve,â he manages. âwhenever you want. like the piss. i've told you. you can⌠whenever. always.â forever. he means to say that last word, but all that comes out of him is a wheeze because a third pair of hands, kibumâs, join in on the party back there.
kibum puts one hand on the small of his back and pushes three fingers into him alongside jonghyunâs, pulling and stretching him open so his asshole gapes and twitches.
âwow,â minho whispers. âi mean,â he says, âi know you said that, but i didn't think⌠wow.â
âi keep telling you,â kibum says. even without looking taemin knows he's shaking his head in disapproval. âyou've gotta be more locked in on the horny shit that goes on in this house.â
âokay,â minho snaps, and then the two of them are bickering with jonghyun clearly taking kibumâs side less because he agrees and more just to piss minho off. all three of them keep playing with taeminâs ass. even minho joins in. they change up how many fingers they have inside of him at a time, whether they're stretching him or finger fucking him. they slap each other's hands away to take over. they treat him like a stim toy, just something to mess around with while they talk to keep their hands occupied.Â
the whole time, jinki watches taemin with his chin in his hand. taemin didn't notice at first until he realized he could feel jinkiâs eyes on him. weakly, he raises his head up to confirm and--yeah, jinki is just sitting there, looking at him, still holding his phone, glancing down at it every once in a while like whatever is on it is just as interesting as what's happening to taemin.
that's one of taeminâs favorite things about jinki. he's so good at ignoring taemin. acting like he's not there even while he's bouncing taeminâs ass on his cock. jinki definitely never had to be shown that taemin is ready and willing to be his hole whenever he wants. taemin told him one time years ago and jinki has taken advantage of it ever since. he uses taemin to help him get off while he watches his weird porn all the time, commanding and incredibly fucking hot in his silence.
and also, incredibly fucking annoying in his silence, sometimes. jinki could obliterate taeminâs mind with just a few dirty words in that smooth, honey voice of his. but he never does it. he's too shy. too nervous despite his surety and confidence in everything else. taemin stares back at him now, silently willing him to open his mouth and say something, any--
âfuck, shut up, both of you, hold on--â taemin is ripped away from jinki by jonghyunâs strong arms, his pressing hands. he picks taemin up and puts him on his back in the center of the tarp, getting between his legs, cupping the back of his head and kissing his mouth desperately. âyou're so fucking cute, taemie, you're so cute, i need to--fuck, i need to fuck you right fucking now.â
in an instant, his cock is out of his pants and deep inside of taeminâs asshole. taemin grunts, hisses, laughs at the suddenness of it. even for jonghyun, this feels like 0 to 100 real fast. he was so caught up in the enigma of jinki that he doesn't even know what spurred this sudden need to be inside of him.
it was probably that he's just so cute and hot and sexy and attractive all the time.Â
yeah. that was it. definitely.Â
jonghyun fucks into him desperately, whining into his neck, rutting into him like he's in heat. just like always when he tops. jonghyun says he used to be a cool and suave and collected top and that he could be like that anytime he wanted, but taemin has never seen it. he just tells jonghyun he believes him and doesn't waste time being disappointed because he likes the way jonghyun fucks him just fine.
âgod, i just remembered that little freak is covered in piss,â he hears kibum scowl. looking over jonghyunâs shoulder, he watches kibum stalk back towards the house. going to wash his hands, probably. coward.Â
taemin wraps his arms around jonghyunâs shoulders, kissing the side of his head. he squeezes his ass muscles around jonghyunâs cock just the way he likes, grinning when jonghyun growls a little bit. this is nice. comfy, to be on his back again. a good breather to have after the intensity of all of that. being fucked has never been really high on his list of things that get him off so he's glad to have this chance to calm down and make jonghyun feel good at the same time.Â
again, taemin closes his eyes against the sun. he relaxes into the ease and comfort of being a hole. he does always love how desperate jonghyun can get for him. no one makes him feel as wanted as jonghyun does. the sun warms him up on the outside and the pride of having such an effect on jonghyun warms him up on the inside.Â
jonghyunâs cum warms him up on the inside, too, when he finally hits his orgasm with a rough growl and a rougher slam of his hips against taemin. taemin pets his hair and whispers little good boys and thank yous and feels so good, jonghyunnies against his cheek. jonghyun hums happily back, still rocking his hips in and out nice and slow and lazy. his arms tremble until taemin gently pulls him down to lay on his chest and relax.
calmer now, less distracted, the other two's conversation processes a little better in taeminâs brain. âi don't know, i never thought about it much,â minho is saying. âi guess i thought he was jerking it to his own piss this whole time if he couldn't find one of us.â
âwouldn't he have mentioned that before, though?â jinki asks. âlike, isn't there a word specifically for that? omomami?âÂ
âomorashi,â taemin corrects automatically. he hooks his chin over jonghyunâs shoulder so he can look up at the others. âand that's not pissing yourself, that's, just, like, the feeling of holding your pee. i don't really like that, either,â he adds. feels uncomfortable and it hurts a little bit. âi just want someone else's pee on or in me and that's it,â he tells them. he's a simple gremlin. it doesn't take much to make him happy. the fact that him getting peed on also means he can save the others from discomfort is a bonus.
âhmm,â minho says. he frowns at the ground for a moment, thinking. then he shrugs and says, âwell. iâve been feeling omori for like ten minutes. are we all pissing on him or what?â he gestures with one hand at taemin, his other hand resting in the hem of his shorts. taemin perks up. âdo you want to fuck him, too, before we start? jinki?â minho asks.
âi'm ready,â kibum says. he must have come back while jonghyun was fucking taemin. his nose is buried in his phone but he clicks it to sleep and slots it in his pocket without a moment's hesitation. the way he looks down at taemin makes him shiver.
âno, i'm good,â jinki answers minho. he settles his phone in the cup holder of his chair. âi'm ready.â taemin inflates with excitement, his cock twitching its hardest yet. everything up to now, this has been fun, he's been enjoying it, but now it's real. now it's happening. jinki steps forward, crouches down to pet his hand through jonghyunâs hair. âjonghyunnie?â he asks cutely.Â
jonghyun giggles as soon as jinki touches him. he pops up, shaking his hair out of his eyes, yanking taemin to sit up with him. he looks peppy and bright and wide awake. he cups taeminâs face in gentle hands and smooches his mouth one more time. âthankie taemie,â he coos.Â
taemin kisses him back, proud of himself as always when he makes jonghyun nut. âanytime,â he promises. he helps jonghyun to his feet, handing him off to kibum to steady when he stumbles a little. jinkiâs knees crack audibly when he straightens up and minho steps forward, laughing, to hug him around the neck.
and then, suddenly, just like that, all four of them are standing over taemin. they surround him in a half circle and taemin stares up at them, swallowing hard. he's glad he's already sitting down; his vision gets a little blurry for a second before he blinks it clear. from this angle they all look so tall. he rearranges himself so he's sitting between his ankles, holding himself up on his hands between his knees. itâs time.Â
âoh, wow,â kibum says, eyebrows raised. he sounds genuinely impressed and that wicked smirk is back on his mouth. âeager little kitten, aren't we?â he asks. he glances down between taeminâs legs. taemin doesn't take his eyes off of his babes above him. he knows he's still hard. this whole time, all his cock has been doing is getting more and more sensitive. he can feel his pulse throbbing in his under his skin, can feel a drop of precum rolling down his shaft to drip off of his balls.Â
âhere, taem,â minho says, and he gently puts the heel of his boot on taeminâs shoulder. he pushes him enough so that he leans back on his hands instead, so he's completely open and exposed to them. âmove your left arm back and out a little. wider stance,â minho says.Â
taemin obeys without a second thought. he wouldn't call himself a sub--he's just a gremlin trying to get a good nut in--and minho definitely wouldn't call himself a dom. but something about the way minho talks to him sometimes is just so... warm. kind. encouraging. and yet also so firm, commanding, unrefutable. like he knows what's best for taemin, like whatever he says is for taeminâs own good. it should be annoying, arrogant, but it's not. it puts taemin at ease, lets him shift responsibility off of his own shoulders and onto minhoâs.Â
when he's in position, minho asks, âgood?âÂ
taemin nods silently. he can't remember how to make words come out of him suddenly. his mouth is so dry and his nipples are hard and he knows they can see his chest heaving and jonghyun is definitely watching the way his cock twitches with hearts in his eyes.Â
and jinki, jinki is looking at him with the beginnings of that glazed, faraway look in his eyes, that hard set to his jaw, that absolute indifference that he only gets when he treats taemin the absolute hottest. heâs smiling, fond, pleasant, but taemin can still see it brewing.Â
jonghyunâs cock is already out of his pants but jinki is the first one to take his cock out by himself. he's hard, heavy and leaky in his hand. a surge of affection rushes through taemin that jinki would get hard for this, for him, when he usually only ever does sex stuff for himself in the privacy of his own room.Â
kibum and minho follow suit, minho pulling his cock out of his gym shorts and kibum undoing his belt slow and lazy, forcing eye contact that makes taemin squirm the entire time. they all stand over him, cocks pointed down, and taeminâs pulse is so loud in his ears he can't hear anything else. they're hesitating, he knows they are, they're trying to figure out the logistics of this, trying to figure out how to make themselves all pee at the same time. he knows that they're feeling weird about it because they're smiling, chuckling, minho is blushing a little bit.
but every second of awkwardness for them is another second of anticipation for taemin, of tension building in his body, making him tremble, making him sweat, making his cock drip a steady flow of precum into a puddle below him. he opens his mouth and waits, heart beating so fast he's sure they can see it beating against his chest.Â
and then.
and then jonghyun, eyelids fluttering, starts pissing.Â
his piss arcs out and splashes on taeminâs chest, streams down his body, flows over and around his cock, immediately starts pooling underneath him. it's warm and it smells so nice and it feels so fucking good running down his skin and âfuck, thank you, oh my fucking god,â taemin groans involuntarily.Â
jonghyun beams at him, eyes little crescents. a second later minho starts pissing. his stream takes a different route--he starts at taeminâs right shoulder, travels up his neck, up his left cheek, back down to his chin, back up to his mouth. he's focused, his eyebrows furrowed, his bottom lip between his teeth as he takes aim.Â
taemin moans louder, letting his tongue fall out, opening his mouth wider, giving minho a bigger target. he lets minhoâs piss, hot and strong and familiar and so fucking delicious, fill his mouth and spill down his chin, spill down his body to join in with jonghyunâs.Â
jonghyunâs and kibumâs, because kibum started pissing at almost the same moment as minho. but he's aiming between taeminâs legs, he's pissing hard and steep so taemin can feel every drop and every splash and every single fucking milliliter of his piss coating his sensitive, throbbing cock.Â
and finally, finally, jinki joins them. he waited to be the last one, taemin knows, because he aims for taeminâs forehead right from the start. instinctually, involuntarily, taemin closes his eyes as jinkiâs piss flows down his face. it trickles down his cheeks, runs down his nose, drips off of his jaw, mingles with minhoâs in his mouth, soaks into his hair when jinki angles a little higher.
taemin is in heaven. this is heaven. he's never been happier in his entire fucking life. he's never been harder in his life, surrounded, covered in piss, sitting in a growing puddle of it, tasting it, smelling it, so fucking powerful it clouds his brain. even with his eyes closed he can tell whose stream is whose--jonghyun making sure to paint his entire body, jinki dousing his head, minho maintaining his perfect aim into his mouth like he's going to win an award for it, kibum teasing the creases of his thighs and sniping his balls.Â
taemin reaches--he picks his hands up, he leans forward, spreads his legs wider so his cock drops onto the tarp, so his cock drowns in the puddle of piss beneath him. taemin reaches down and puts both hands on top of his cock, holding it in the creases of his thumbs, grinding it between his hands and the ground desperately.
he doesn't like people watching him jerk off. it's uncomfortable, it's vulnerable, it's embarrassing. he doesn't even like people watching him have sex--he'll let them fuck his mouth and his ass and ride his cock, but that's them doing it to him. taemin doesn't really take an active part in it. he just gets used, makes himself their sex toy to get off with. he's gotten better about it, has gotten less shy about getting off near his babes without them actually looking and will suck a dick under the covers, but he's still never masturbated out in the open in front of them before. he's definitely never let them see him cum before.
but he doesn't fucking care right now. the change in angle has so much of their piss sliding down his back, dripping down his ass, between his cheeks. he ruts into the ground, into his hands, into the piss, into the heat, into the slide, fucking into it without a single other thought.Â
it's been forever. it's been so long. every second feels like an eternity of bliss, a rapture that will never end.Â
it hasn't been 30 seconds. the average human piss duration is twenty seconds. twenty-five seconds max, unless something is wrong. nothing is wrong with his babesâ piss. it's perfect, it's wonderful, it's gorgeous, it's all over him, it's ending.
jonghyun finishes first, his stream dribbling down, falling lower, lower, until it can't reach taemin anymore. kibum next, the constant pressure gone from taeminâs cock. taemin looks up through his dripping hair, whining, grieving, desperately begging them without words to magically have full bladders again. jonghyun is relaxed, content, pushing his fingers through his hair. kibum looks at him like he couldn't be happier to take away what he loves the most.
another stream weakens; taemin turns his eyes to minho. he's relaxing, too, his focus waning, and he glances into taeminâs face. glances, then stares, eyes locked on taeminâs. taemin holds his gaze, his big brown eyes, gorgeous, always so intense. always so beautiful to look at. he still can't remember his words but he wants minho to know how thankful he is, how much he loves him, loves all of them, for doing this for him. he's gasping now, shaky noises falling from his mouth with every thrust into his hands, so close. minho is steadily turning red and taemin watches his adam's apple bob in his throat before minho rips his eyes away.
and that leaves jinki, last to start, last to finish. taemin turns pleading eyes on him. he can't stop. he can't stop. taemin can't handle it if he stops. this can't ever end, never wants it to end.
but it does. jinki finishes pissing, shakes his cock to get the last drips out. there's a wall of indifference in his eyes, in the way he wipes his hand on his pants, yawns into the back of his forearm like he couldn't care less what taemin wants. finally taemin gets his throat and his mouth to work together and form the word, âplease.â
âplease, jinki, please,â he croaks. he knows that look. he knows jinki is in his horny place, knows that the only things running through his mind right now are absolute filth. he knows jinki is into all kinds of shit. he knows jinki is thinking all kinds of shit about him. all he has to do is fucking say it for once. just fucking say it. âjinx,â taemin begs.
jinki raises his eyebrows. slowly, lazily, he crouches down, he puts his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand. he tilts his head, watching taemin desperately splashing and grinding in the pool of everyone's piss, cum dripping out of his ass. he watches taemin in all of his emotion, all of his desperation, all of his lust and want and need, raw and open and more vulnerable than he's ever been in his life.
and he opens his mouth. and he turns to smile at the others, and he says, âisn't it so cute how all it takes is one drop for its little brain to melt and turn it into a filthy, desperate, drooling piss slut?â
taemin squeezes his eyes shut, the breath knocked out of him. his head swims. every single centimeter of his body tingles. he swears he blacks out for a second.
has jinki been calling me an it in his head this whole time? he wonders, and then he cums.Â
stars burst behind his eyelids and stay in his vision when he opens his eyes, floating, dancing, glittering up the image of his cock shooting ropes of white into a backdrop of yellow. he sucks in so much air, breathing in and in and in, but he can't breathe any of it out. it stays in his lungs, makes him even dizzier, makes him cum harder. he presses down on his cock so hard it hurts but the pressure feels so fucking good he might just explode.Â
and then it all leaves him in a rush. he sighs, he relaxes, he droops. his head clears, then his nerves, then his vision. he smiles, pushing his hands through his sopping hair, getting it out of his face. his cum floats weirdly in the piss, little wiggles and blobs, and he pokes a finger into it to play with it.Â
then he puts his whole hand in the puddle, feeling the warmth, the wet, swallowing hard. that's so fucking hot. his cock twitches, sensitive, eager, already thinking about round two. he brings his hand up to his mouth, licking his palm, closing his eyes and shuddering at the taste of all five of them mixed together. he wants more, he wants to drink all of it, he wants to get on his hands and needs and slurp the entire pool off of the tarp and let it settle warm and perfect in his stomach.
âcutest little creature in the universe.â taemin looks up at jonghyunâs pouty voice. suddenly he remembers that it's not just him and the piss alone in the world; the other four are still very much here, looking at him, watching him, seeing him.Â
taemin bites his lip, quickly looking away. the raw desire to cum again and extend this incredible moment even longer roars in his brain. it fights with the post nut clarity of knowing that there is no fucking way he could ever let them see him do that. countering that is the years of growth he's done to know that they love him and won't judge him about it. holding him back is the common sense to know that he hasn't grown enough to let himself do it without being ashamed later anyway.Â
âhey, um,â he says. he glances quickly at all of them. each of them has a smile ranging from reluctantly fond to over the moon. just like always. just like normal. taking heart in that familiarity, taemin mumbles, âthanks, guys.âÂ
âno problem, taemie,â jonghyun says.Â
âanything for you,â minho adds. taemin laughs shyly, waving his hand in front of his face. too soft. too nice. too sweet, both of them. he turns to jinki, but his face is clear and open again. he just smiles at taemin, warm, beautiful, loving.
taemin tries kibum before he combusts. he comes close at first glance--kibumâs dimples are showing--but in a blink, kibum rearranges his face into a smirk, into that deadly arched eyebrow. âwhat, you're done already?â he asks in a low hum. âi thought you'd want to roll around in it and drink up all of our piss from the floor like a pathetic, greedy little freak.â
jinkiâs words hit so hard because there were so fresh, filthy, unexpected coming from his sweet mouth; kibumâs words envelop taemin like a familiar blanket. that's better. that's normal. that's not embarrassing or nerve-wracking or emotionally overwhelming at all. that's just true.
it is a little flustering that kibum could tell exactly what he wanted to do, but whatever. kibum always knows exactly what he wants. it's what he decides to do with that information that keeps taemin on his toes. âmaybe i will. next time,â taemin admits. maybe next time heâll be brave enough to go all out.
âoh, and now we're assuming there's going to be a next time?â kibum asks the question through a chuckle. âyou think you'll ever get this lucky again?â
âyeah,â taemin says simply. yeah, he's pretty sure he'll be able to weedle his way to getting pissed on by everyone again now that it's happened once. this may have been the accident of a lifetime but he knows he's cute enough to convince everyone on purpose.Â
kibum just hums, narrowing his eyes. âwe'll see,â he says, which might as well just be an open offer to schedule it on the calendar.Â
âtaemin,â jinki says then. there's an edge to his voice that isn't normally there, a tenseness that taemin usually only hears when he's under his desk. taemin quickly sees why: jinki is still hard, his cock leaking in his hand.Â
âoh,â taemin says, surprised. jinki is a little bit like him in that when they do sex stuff together as a group, he usually doesn't cum and instead waits until later to jerk off on his own. it's not that he's shy, taemin thinks; he thinks jinki just likes making sure the sex is a good and fun time for everyone else. he watches and oversees, participates but doesn't let himself get lost in it. he chaperones, maybe, is how taemin would put it.
but if he wants to get off right now, taemin isn't going to be the one to question it. he crawls forward, dragging himself through the piss to the edge of the tarp. jinki watches him with a soft smile, clear eyes. he's still horny, but he's out of horny mode. heâll be soft and gentle with taemin. careful with him. somewhat disappointing, but not the end of the world. taemin sits prettily in front of jinki and opens his mouth, waiting eagerly to get his throat fucked for the third time today.Â
jinki doesn't put his cock in his mouth. he drops it onto his face, sticky and hot on his cheek, his nose, over one eye, the tip leaking precum onto his forehead. âwuh,â taemin breathes, confused. smiling at him, jinki holds him gentle around the back of his neck. he puts his other hand on top of his cock, cupping it over taeminâs face.Â
he pulls his hips back and rocks them forward again.
he jerks off with taeminâs face, holding him steady, grinding his cock on him like it's what he was made for.Â
âholy fuck,â taemin whispers this time. this is really hot, actually. he can't believe he never thought of this. jinki winks at him, a grin pulling his mouth to one side. he uses the piss still dripping off of taeminâs cheeks as lube, runs his fingers through his hair to collect more every time he needs it. taemin holds his tongue out, drags it over jinkiâs shaft as it moves over him and kisses his balls when they come close enough.Â
jinki watches taemin the entire time, staring at his mouth, his eyes, taemin is almost sure he finds and follows every drop of piss that falls from his hair and rolls down his cheeks and neck. he murmurs little words to him--nothing nearly as filthy and hot as before, but still, little compliments, little praises that make taemin smile. jinki has such a specific brand to his sweetness that never makes him blush. it's gentle, subtle, easy to relax into.
taemin relaxes until jinki cums, painting his face with ropes of white. he's a little disappointed he didn't get to drink it, but it's fine. it's fine when he gets to hear jinkiâs soft breaths and softer curses spilling out of his thick lips.
besides. that was definitely one of jinkiâs weakest orgasms and on top of that it was a real quick nut for him to crank out; he didn't do it for himself. he did it for taemin. so taemin could have a little extra special treat at the end of this wonderful experience. taemin appreciates it from the bottom of his heart.
âwow,â jonghyun says behind him. taemin glances back; jonghyun is staring at jinki, bottom teeth between his lip. âhey, uh, jinki honey, can you do that to me sometime?â he asks.
taemin laughs. of course. he scoots back to the middle of the tarp as jinki chuckles, âyeah, sure, jonghyunnie.âÂ
âwithout the piss lube,â kibum says, watching jinki wipe his hand on his jeans with a twisted frown. he puts his hand on jonghyunâs shoulder urgently. âplease say without the piss lube.â
âobviously,â jonghyun says, rolling his eyes. then he adds, âitâs just piss, dude. you're so dramatic.âÂ
âokay, so,â minho says over kibumâs indignant squawk. he's still holding his dick awkwardly, playing with the hem of his shorts. he says, âare we done for real?â
taemin thinks for a moment. sitting in this piss, cum dripping down his face, he is still kind of hard and kind of horny. but he doesn't think he can get into that space of feral shamelessness again. it was a lot and he doesn't want to push it and evaporate of embarrassment later. if he really wants to he can jerk off again on his own. so he nods, shrugging, rearranging himself so he can cross his legs in front of him and lean back on his hands. âyeah,â he says.Â
âoh, thank fuck,â kibum groans. he takes several steps back, fanning his face. âit smells so fucking bad over here. jinki, spray him down like a wet beast,â he demands, pointing at taemin like he's a fucked up skunk that wandered into the house and they can't get rid of.Â
jonghyun bursts into laughter, taemin following a moment after. kibum is so funny when he's annoyed. jinki and minho, both grinning, work together to unwrap the hose from where jinki left it on the other side of the orange tree.Â
âi think it smells great over here,â taemin says. he's telling the truth but he also is only saying it because he knows it'll piss kibum off. kibum glares at him, taking a big breath like heâs getting ready to say something so mean that will make taemin laugh even harder.
jinki turns the hose on, pointing it at taemin; all of the water pressure built up during the pisscapade coupled with the fact that he left it on the jet spray setting means he blasts taemin with it full power with no warning. taemin yelps, falling backwards, raising his hands to shield himself.Â
âoh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh no, sorry sorry sorry--!â jinki curses, eyes wide. he quickly scrambles to point the hose away from taemin. sputtering, shaking water out of his eyes, taemin clumsily sits back up straight.Â
they're laughing again, jonghyun covering his mouth with both hands, minho holding his stomach, jinki nervously as he fumbles with the hose, and kibum with the most smug, satisfied, vindicated look on his face. taemin shakes his head, rolling his eyes. whatever. kibumâs dimples are out again and that's more important to him.
slowly this time, carefully, with the hose clicked over to the shower setting, jinki turns it back on him. taemin closes his eyes and lets the water spill over his head and down his body. it's warm from the sun heating up the hose; with his eyes closed, he can almost convince himself it's piss again until it turns colder. still, it feels nice, gentle on his skin, a relaxing fluid motion all over him, cooling on this warm day. he smiles under it, swaying back and forth, splashing his hands playfully at his sides.
âoh, wait, the waterâs just--hold on.â it takes taemin a moment to open his eyes. he leans away from the spray, rubbing water out of them with his palms. blinking into focus, he finds jonghyun stepped out of his shoes and socks and rolling his jeans up around his knees. he joins taemin on the tarp--kibumâs dramatic ass actually gags--and offers his hands out to him. âup, gremlin,â he says.Â
flattered, taemin lets jonghyun pull him to his feet. jonghyun cups his face with one hand and kisses him, no hesitation. taeminâs heart inflates and he smiles so hard it hurts, kissing him back. he loves how accepted jonghyun makes him feel.Â
jonghyun gently ushers him further towards the back of the tarp, towards the fence. together they bend down and pick up the front end, lifting it up high so all of the water and piss and the last little remainders of jinki, jonghyun, and taeminâs cum rush around their feet and into the dirt behind them. taemin watches it go, silently thanking it, and then hides his face behind the tarp when his own thoughts make him blush. man. he really is a desperate little piss freak.
he gets over himself in time to help jonghyun lower the tarp back onto the mound of dirt the others have kicked up so it stays angled down. jinki politely waits for jonghyun to step back before he starts the hose again. jonghyun doesn't; he stands there, hands on his hips, looking at taemin, looking at the ground, looking at the hose. âyou know what,â he says. he grabs his shirt by the back and pulls it over his head. âthis actually looks so fun.âÂ
he throws his shirt at minho, wiggles out of his pants, and throws those at minho too. naked as taemin now, ignoring minho grumbling at him, jonghyun grabs taeminâs hands and wiggles them excitedly. âi wanna be hosed down like a wet beast too,â he smiles. âi wanna have puppy time.âÂ
âfuck yeah,â taemin smiles back. that's so fucking wonderful. he would love to be a creature together with jonghyun. except, âdon't be a puppy, though,â he whines. âbe a kitty with me.â he kisses the backs of jonghyunâs hands, peeping up at him with his big round eyes, trying to look as cute as possible. jonghyun always wants to be a dog but taemin knows he would be such a cute cat.Â
jonghyun just looks at him, eyebrows raised, smile resigned. then he rolls his eyes, shakes his head, switches to nodding after a few seconds. âsure,â he says, âthis one time, for you, i'll be a kitty.âÂ
âfuck yeah,â taemin repeats. he always gets what he wants and he always deserves it. jonghyun kisses his cheek, then smiles at jinki, nodding his permission. jinki turns the spray on again, this time aiming at the ground, and lifts it up once the initial burst of pressure is released.Â
he and jonghyun play in the water. jumping, splashing, kissing, laughing. jonghyun pushes taeminâs head down and sifts his fingers through his hair, rinsing it out. when he's done, he grabs taemin around the neck with both arms and peppers kisses all over the top of his head until taemin manages to squirm away. âall clean,â he announces innocently, fluttering his lashes like he didn't just have taemin in a headlock.
jinki and minho laugh; kibum scrunches his nose. âyeah fucking right,â he says, arms crossed. âthere is no way you got the piss smell--i'll be right back. i'm getting soap.â he turns and strides back to the house, leaving the others giggling behind him. he's so dramatic. taemin was going to shower anyway. he bets if he tried kibum would forbid him from stepping inside.Â
minho watches him go, hands in his pockets. he bites his lip, glancing between the house, jonghyun and taemin, and jinki still holding the hose. he opens his mouth, closes it, glances up at the neighborsâ windows barely visible over the fence. he shakes his head quickly and takes a big breath. âme too,â he says. âi'm gonna--i'll join--move over.â he pulls his shirt off, steps out of his shoes and shorts, and joins taemin and jonghyun on the tarp.
taemin cheers to have another hose buddy. this is turning out better than he could have ever imagined. jonghyun grins, nudging minho with his elbow, grabbing his arm and squeezing it when minho tries to push him off.
âsince when are you a furry?â jinki asks. he's holding the hose down by his hip, lazily angling it upward so the water arcs over all of them.
âi'm not a furry,â minho says. he genuinely sounds baffled, like the thought hadn't even occurred to him. âi'm not having puppy time or whatever. i just also want to be a clean goodboy.â he says it like that, goodboy, one word, and jonghyun muffles a snort into taeminâs shoulder. taemin just grins broadly, not trying to hide it. minho isn't paying attention to them right now anyway. he's pouting at jinki, big eyes round, needy for validation from the oldest. âis that a crime?â he asks, a little defensive, a little hurt.Â
jinki chuckles quietly. âi suppose it's not,â he says.
âit is embarrassing for you, though,â kibum says as he returns. heâs carrying one of their plastic chairs from the patio and he drops it into the dirt with an oof. on it is a stack of towels and bottles of body wash and shampoo. he tosses the bottles in the general direction of the tarp, leaving the three of them to scramble to catch them. to jinki, he asks, âare you gonna be a creature too or will you help me clean them up?âÂ
jinki smiles, shaking his head. âif i'm a creature, i'm a bunny, and you're not supposed to get bunnies wet,â he says. taemin doesn't think that makes much sense--they're literally playing pretend? and minho isn't even being a creature anyway?--but he guesses it is a cute way to deny the offer.Â
âsweet,â kibum says. he picks the towels up off of the chair, sits down in it, crosses his legs, and holds them in his lap. he rests his arms on them comfortably and settles in to watch.
taemin wouldn't call that helping jinki clean them, either, but whatever. jonghyun has squeezed some shampoo onto his head and is massaging it in with his strong fingers and taemin doesn't really care anymore.Â
he closes his eyes once again, relaxing into jonghyunâs hands. and then relaxing into minhoâs hands when he starts gently rubbing body wash over his back. and then relaxing into jinki and kibumâs voices and laughter, both so warm, comfortable, soothing.
he thinks this really might just be the best day of his life.
~
and heres all my extra tags for it bc i dont wanna deal with splitting them to fit the character limit lol
#key wants to fuck taem so bad all the time because he's so hot and he's so cute when he's not being an annoying fucking gremlin but the thing about that is he's always an annoying fucking gremlin so key has to jumpscare him with sex and so naturally he thinks it would be really hot to give him a fear kink but it keeps not working because taem just thinks getting jumpscared with sex is really hot. but key is going to keep trying
#jonghyun isn't really a dom but he is good at being a little dommy because he just says and does the things that he would want other people to do to him and then when people are like wow that's really hot he's like yeah i know i wish it would fucking happen to me
#choi: i don't get why people want to be doms like all that responsibility and it's so stressful and kind of boring to be the one in charge all the time :/
also choi: waow i love when taem trusts me to oversee his workouts and lets me plan everything and obeys me when i tell him to do things and gives himself and his body over to my authority and i can be so gentle and encouraging and do everything good for him to make him happy and satisfiedâŚ..
#also i forgot i made taemin nut shy while i was writing so for a minute in the gym he nutted so hard it went through his sweats and landed on his tummy : )
#jinx has been jerking off all day long before it was called gooning and he just calls it self care and he's right . gooning is different . but he can't say that because people think he's being pretentious about it. but he's not. it's just facts. and taemin calls him a gooner because he knows it pisses him off but he won't want to deal with explaining it. itâs the one thing he's annoying about to jinx because it's the one thing jinx is irrationally grumpy enough about to react to
#jinx also did absolutely accidentally give himself a piss as lube kink lol
#taemin has a 27 page essay about why he's into free use for all of these emotional complex deeply soul searched wholesome romantic freak horny reasons and then when someone asks him why he likes piss he just goes âhhh. buh. tastes good,,,,â and i think that's so beautiful
#also jinki was recording the whole thing on his phone outside because he figured taemin would want it and he sends it to taemin and taemin is like fuck yeah!!!!!! delete the part where i jerk it and nut from your computer and phone immediately thank you <3 and jinx is like lmao oki and then taemin jerks it to himself getting pissed on and jinx jerks it to the part where he's getting fucked and sometimes when jinx is using taem like a fleshlight sometimes if taem is feeling very very brave he'll let jinx watch the video of him nutting on his phone
for the summer of shinee kinktober 2025 on ao3 : )
day 7: dom/sub, light oral sex i guess
jinki makes sure jonghyun gets his mouth nice and clean for him :3c
Jinki leans his hands on the edge of the sink, looking at himself in the mirror contemplatively. Does he want to do his hair up in the suave little flip today? He's not sure. He runs his fingers through his damp hair, playing with it, picking at the little strands. He's not going out or doing anything today, but. He thinks he could be a babe today just for fun. Grabbing his hair gel off of the counter, he uncaps it and then pauses with it turned halfway over his hand, distracted by what Jonghyun is doing in the mirror next to him.
He's got a tube of toothpaste in one hand, squeezing out a little glob, but not onto his toothbrush; instead, the little blue slorp sits on the tip of his pointer finger. Jinki watches, confused, as Jonghyun sticks out his tongue and carefully spreads the toothpaste all over the surface.Â
"What...are you doing," he asks. Jonghyun's eyes flick to him in the mirror. He finishes whatever he's doing and wipes his finger on a hand towel on the counter.
"You put the toothpaste on your tongue and then brush your teeth and then by the time you're done brushing your teeth the toothpaste has started working all of your tongue germs away so you can brush your tongue easier," he says, like that makes perfect sense and like Jinki should know what he's talking about. Jinki has no idea what he's talking about.
"You brush your tongue?" he asks. Jonghyun nods emphatically as he squishes out a little gob of toothpaste onto his brush this time.Â
"Yeah," he says. âWhat, do you want me to just go around with mouth germs?" he asks, offended, before he starts brushing his teeth. "Nasty," is the next muffled thing that he says. Jinki looks at him, and then shakes his head when Jonghyun throws him a playful smile from the corner of his eye. He can't be surprised, to be honest. It's exactly the kind of princessy delicate self-care that Jonghyun would come up with.
Squeezing some hair gel out into his hands and rubbing them together, he looks back to himself in the mirror and goes about doing his hair just the way he likes. After he gets his little flip up, he smooths down his sides and Jonghyun uses his free hand to pull one tiny lock of hair down to curl over his forehead with a wink. Jinki shakes his head at him again. He's a little brat and Jinki loves him.Â
"You know what, though," he says as he washes the gel off of his hands and then dries them on his pants. He leans one hand on the bathroom counter, turned to face Jonghyun, other hand on his hip. He smirks lazily. "You're right," he says. "You can't expect me to put my cock on a dirty tongue." He raises and lowers his brows once. "I have to dirty it up for you."
"Oh my gosh," Jonghyun groans, voice muffled around his brush. "Don't, that's actually pretty hot," he whines. Jinki bursts into surprised laughter, incredulous.
"Really?" he asks. He was trying to be funny, not sexy. He leans closer, lifting one hand to wipe a little bit of foam from the corner of Jonghyun's mouth. "Trying to have a pretty perfect clean little mouth for me?" he asks smoothly. Jonghyun whines again, louder this time, a long, high noise in the back of his throat. Jinki chuckles softly and leaves him alone.Â
Until he finishes brushing his teeth and his tongue and flossing and and reaches for his rainbow of mouthwash bottles, at least, and then Jinki has a thought. Jonghyun squirts some of his orange listerine into a little cup today and Jinki watches him lift it up to his lips, calculating. He decides to be nice â this time, at least â and stops him before he tips the liquid into his mouth. At Jonghyun's curious hum, he takes the cup gently from him and waters it down a little bit with cool water from the sink. Then he hands it back slowly, holding Jonghyun's eyes with his.
"Rinse," he commands. Jonghyun's lips part in a soft gasp, and then he nods, tipping the liquid into his mouth and swishing it around obediently.Â
Then Jinki just smiles pleasantly, tensing and untensing his knees so he wiggles a little bit in that way that always makes Jonghyun smile, and returns to what he was doing before, inspecting his undercut and trying to decide whether or not he needs to shave it back down soon. In the mirror, he sees Jonghyun's eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. Jinki knows that Jonghyun was expecting him to watch him rinse, to whisper some filthy words and run his thumb over his lips again. Now he doesn't know what Jinki is planning, or even if he was actually planning something or just playing around again and isn't going to do anything else, which is right where Jinki wants him.
He waits for Jonghyun to finish his thirty second rinse and lean over the sink to spit before he says, quietly, âDon't.â Jonghyunâs eyes widen; he knows the plan now, and Jinki knows that he knows. The pout that appears on his lips almost instantly is adorable enough for Jinki to almost break character already and smile wide. Heâs too cute. To avoid ruining his whole dommy thing before he even starts, he moves to stand behind Jonghyun and put his hands on the counter on either side of him, trapping him against the sink. Jonghyun takes half a step back so that his back is pressed against Jinki's front. Jinki rests his chin on Jonghyunâs shoulder pleasantly.Â
âYou look extra cute today,â he says. With one hand he pets Jonghyunâs hair, pushing back his bangs, petting all the way to the back of his head, scratching at the base of his undercut because he knows it makes Jonghyun shiver. Jonghyun smiles weakly in response, a thankful little nod all he can give Jinki without speaking. Jinki presses a soft kiss to his jaw. When he speaks next, he lowers his voice, just a little bit. âSo cute for me,â he says.Â
âMmhmm,â Jonghyun hums eagerly. He nods again too, quicker and more earnest than before, like he needs to be cute for Jinki and he needs the validation. Jinki slips his hand from Jonghyunâs neck around to cup his chin and rub his thumb over his lips.Â
"And now you're getting nice and clean for me too, aren't you?" he asks. "Making yourself perfect for me." He takes a half a step forward so Jonghyun front is pressed up against the sink. He's not hard, but he knows that Jonghyun can feel him through his sweats. He can feel Jonghyun trying to move, trying to grind forward or backward, and then he can feel his whimper vibrating through his throat when he can't. In the mirror, Jinki is disappointed to see that Jonghyun's eyes are squeezed shut. He leans harder on him, to the point where it has to be painful pressed up against the edge of the sink, and says, "look at me."
The eyes that Jonghyun opens and lifts up to meet his in the mirror are big, watery, and gorgeous. Jinki rewards him with another smile and a kiss pressed to his cheek. He puts his hand back down on the counter, linking his pinky over Jonghyun's.
"Good boy," he murmurs.Â
Jonghyun's fingers grip on the counter so hard that they squeak on the tile.
Jinki isn't keeping a precise count, but he does still have a general sense of time and it's around a little over a minute since Jonghyun first took the mouthwash between his lips that he starts to shake. It's about 10 seconds after that that he taps his hand on the counter, quickly, one two three stop. Jinki raises his eyebrows, glances down at his hand, and then back up to him in the mirror. He shakes his head from side to side once.
Jonghyun whines, scrunches his eyes shut and drops his head between his shoulders. Jinki's hand is halfway to his hair to pull him back up when Jonghyun lifts his head himself, eyebrows all knit together but eyes open, obediently meeting Jinki's again. His lips are all scrunched up, mouthwash teasing through the seam, and his cheeks puff up alternatively, side to side. Jinki can feel his breathing, heavy breaths, can hear it in and out of his nose getting shakier and shakier.Â
"You're doing so good," he says gently, pulling back just enough that his lips hover behind Jonghyun's ear. "Gonna be so gorgeous and clean for my cock, aren't you? Perfect mouth for me, perfect boy. Gonna get you so filthy soon, even more perfect." And Jonghyun whimpers, and he nods, and he stomps his foot on the floor, and still, his cheeks go, left right left right left right. Jinki touches his cheeks, thumb and middle finger on either one, curious, until he understands.
Then he squeezes them together. Not hard, or tight; just enough that Jonghyun keeps them in. Just enough that he can't move the mouthwash around his mouth anymore, that he has to let it settle on his tongue.Â
This time, Jonghyun doesn't whimper, or whine. He grunts, low, rough in his throat. His whole body scrunches up, shoulders up high, knees going weak, bending forward to take weight on one forearm, hand clenched into a fist, heel of his palm grinding into the tile. He slaps his other hand on the counter, hard, one two fucking three stop.Â
Jinki keeps his hold on him, gets his other hand under his arm, over his chest, around his neck. He pulls Jonghyun back up, stands him up straight, presses him tighter up against the counter, rocks his hips against him to remind him of what he'll get if he holds on.
 "You can take it," he says. "I know you can. Be good for me, Jonghyunnie."Â
Jonghyun tries; he tries so so so hard. Jinki counts in his head this time, ticking up the seconds, one, two, three, four, five, Jonghyun groans desperate in the back of his throat, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, Jonghyun's eyes well up and spill over, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, he lifts his hand to slap the counter again.Â
Jinki catches it before it can connect, holds it tight in his own, takes his other hand away from Jonghyun's face, and says, "spit."Â
The mouthwash is out of Jonghyun's mouth before the word even fully leaves Jinki's. He's halfway bent over the sink, as much as he can in their position, both hands supporting his weight on the edges of it as he spits over and over, trying to get all of it out. It drips out of his mouth; tears drip off of his chin. Jinki pets gently through his hair, proud of him. He takes a step back, too, to give him space to breathe because he definitely needs it with the way his whole body is moving with each breath.
"Good boy," he murmurs. "Good job, you did soâ"
"Shut up."
"Iâexcuse me?" Jinki says, taken aback. Not just at the words, but at the roughness of Jonghyun's voice between his gasping breaths. Never in his life has Jonghyun spoken to him like that.
"Shut up," Jonghyun says again, "I needâI need another minute. Fuck." He grabs the little paper cup he first put his mouthwash in so hard he crumples it a little bit, blasts the sink on all the way, and fills and empties the cup several times before he takes a big gulp of fresh water. "Oh my fucking gosh," he exhales after he spits that out. He fills the cup up and rinses again with just water, and Jinki laughs.Â
He can't help it; it just comes out of him, incredulous and loud. He's proud of himself, holy shit, if this is how fucked up Jonghyun is after two minutes. Less than two minutes, he's sure. Best snap decision he's ever made in his life, apparently. He gives Jonghyun his extra minute, rubbing his sides warmly and dropping kisses onto his shoulders. Jonghyun takes it and more, taking his sweet time until he finally stands up straight and rubs his hands over his face, through his hair.Â
"Okay, anyway," he says, and then exhales another heavy breath that's half laughter this time. He meets Jinki's eyes in the mirror and just shrugs when Jinki raises his eyebrows at him.
"May I resume domming you, princess?" he asks dryly. Instantly, Jonghyun smiles, flattered, pampered, enamored.he shimmies his shoulders a little, then reaches behind him to grab Jinki and pull him up close again.
"You may," he says mischievously. "I believe you were in the middle of telling me what a good and perfect boy I am."
"Hmm," Jinki hums. That is true. He slips one hand onto Jonghyun's hip and the other one up to his face, playing one finger over his bottom lip. "I am very proud of you, my gorgeous," he says. He slips his thumb into Jonghyun's mouth but only to press down on his bottom teeth and make him open so he can inspect him. "Got this little cumhole so nice and clean for me," he murmurs, hiding a smirk when Jonghyun shivers. "I think maybe you deserve to cum as a reward, don't you think?" he asks.
He teases his hand down from Jonghyun's hip towards his zipper, but before he can get there, Jonghyun bursts into giggles. Jinki hesitates, confused; Jonghyun, hiding his mouth behind his hands, shoulders shaking, eyes squinted into sparkling little crescents, says, "I already did."Â
Jinki lets that sentence settle in for a moment, then bursts out laughing himself. "Did you really?" he asks, and even as Jonghyun giggles harder and nods, he pushes his hand down Jonghyun's pants to check for himself and finds that he really really did. "God," Jinki laughs, taking his hand out and just wiping it on a hand towel on the counter. He leans around to smooch one of Jonghyun's pink cheeks. "You really liked that, huh?" he asks. Jonghyun nods eagerly.Â
"Water it down more next time, honey," he says. "That didn't last long enough at all."
 jonghyun / taemin; he doesn't get paid enough for this; PG-13
thought i posted this forever ago bc its in my docs folder of fics ive posted but i cant find it anywhere so i guess i played myself lol
AU where jonghyun is a mechanic for a bunch of science nerds working on cloning and taemin is the secretary for all of them and taemin calls jonghyun after his shift is over for. Help
It's dark and creepy; with everyone gone, only a few of the overhead lights are on and set to their lowest brightness. It's almost silent but in a weird way that he doesn't like at all because all of the big and loud machines are off but some of the smaller ones are still on, so that the constant quiet whirring he hears is different and more muffled than usual.
âTaem,â he says into the silence of the room. He huffs impatiently at the fact that he even has to call out for him. He sounded upset and panicked enough on the phone that Jonghyun assumed he would be all over him from the moment he walked out of the elevator. âYou better not be like, unconscious in a puddle of mystery slime or anything,â he says. That's happened more times than he's ever wanted to deal with in this lab and he definitely doesn't want to deal with it on his own.
Before Jonghyun even gets to his front door he can see Roo peeping at him from the window. He smiles, feeling warm and welcomed home already. When he gets to his porch and fumbles with his keys in his pocket he can hear her little feeties pattering on the floor and when he pushes the door open sheâs there, whole body wagging, nosing at his shins.
âHello, my tiny princess, ooh,â he coos, crouching down to pick her up. He drops his bag next to the door and shrugs his jacket off one arm at a time as she snuffles on his shoulder and gives his neck tiny licks. âYouâre so cute and lovely, mwah mwah mwah.â He gives her neck little kissies too and chuckles when she whines at him to stop. âOkay, fine,â he mumbles. One day. One day sheâs gonna let him.
âIt was such a day at work, honey,â he says instead. He tugs the door shut behind him and carries his favorite girl to the kitchen. He deposits Roo gently on the puppy side of the counter so she can be tall and moves to the food side so he can make himself a little sandwich. It was such a fucking day. Being the repair babe for a bunch of ego-heavy science nerds was bad enough before they started getting into cloning shit. Heâs so tired of stepping around weird DNA goo puddles to fix blown fuses and rewire circuitry while they argue with each other in the background.
âEveryoneâs nutting themselves because they managed to get one monkey today out of like seventeen, but do they take a minute to thank me or any of the janitors for fixing their messes? No,â he grumbles as he slaps some jelly onto a slice of bread and spreads it around. âI miss when they were just experimenting with resizing stuff,â he mumbles. When they were just resizing stuff then theyâd accidentally make things too big and burst their machines open. That was easier to repair.
He smooshes a peanut butter covered slice of bread on top of his jelly one, then sets his sandwich aside to put some food and fresh water in Rooâs bowls on the counter. She sits and wiggles until he sits down and picks up his pb&j before she starts to eat and he smiles. Sheâs such a good pup. He holds his sandwich with one hand and scritches her cute little head with his other. He loves being able to come home and relax with--
His phone vibrates in his hoodie pocket, interrupting his thoughts with his sandwich halfway to his mouth. He hesitates, then sighs and reaches to grab it. Only his work phone is set to vibrate. Pulling it out, he grimaces when he sees that itâs not just some scientist he can comfortably ignore, but the big scientist boss. Fuck. He hates with every fiber of his being.
âYes?â he says, as sweetly and politely as possible, when he answers the call.
âJongiehyun, hey, uh,â the voice on the other line says, and itâs breathy and slightly panicked and not the boss at all. He scrunches his face, confused. It sounds like-- âI need, uh, your help, my dude.â
âTaemin?â Jonghyun asks blankly. What the fuck. This isnât his boss, itâs his bossâs secretary. âWhat are you--what did you do?â He doesnât mean to sound accusing, but he thinks it comes across that way anyway. Itâs not entirely unwarranted; he knows Taemin is a nosy little gremlin with clumsy hands.
âUhh,â Taemin says nervously. Jonghyun hears him swallow, and then hears a hissed âshh!â before Taemin speaks again. âListen, I think, just, it would be better, um, if you came to see, uh, yourself. Please.â
âTaem--â Jonghyun cuts himself off with a sigh, half a growl, putting his forehead into his hand. âI just got home,â he snaps.
âPlease,â Taemin whines. âItâs really--Iâll--â He stammers off and Jonghyun hears another panicked whisper. âWith what mon--â Taemin starts quietly, and then, after a pause, âJonghyun, Iâll buy you dinner,â he says confidently. Jonghyun stays silent, frowning at his counter and his uneaten sandwich in front of him, and sighs loudly. Dinner is nice and free dinner is nicer.
âFine,â he huffs. âDonât break anything else before I get there.â He hangs up grumpily before Taemin can reply, sticks his phone in his pocket, and sighs again, propping his cheek in his hand and looking at Roo. Sheâd been eating the whole time, but she still sniffs at his hand and whines softly as if to ask why he isnât also. Jonghyun sighs again and stands up. âWanna come to work with me, sweetheart?â he asks. He canât leave her home all alone again so soon. She perks up at the question and then goes back to scarfing down her food much quicker than before.
âYouâre gonna get a tummy ache,â he mumbles, but heads back to the front door to grab his jacket and bag again anyway. Coming back to the kitchen, he grabs his pb&j and munches it while he waits for Roo to finish. He knows Taemin sounded panicked but he didnât mention anything about hurrying, so. Heâs not hurrying.
They finish their food and Jonghyun takes Roo to his little front yard for her to do her puppy bathroom business under the tangerine tree, which he also doesn't hurry her through, and then he tucks her safely under his arm and carries her to the car. Making sure she's nestled safely in her little puppy bed in the back seat, he sits right back in the front seat and then takes a minute to rub his hands over his face and sigh loudly. He just got home.Â
Shaking his head, he starts up the car and backs out onto the road to head back into work. The entire way there he grumbles to himself, and to Roo, and Roo grumbles back, sharing his annoyance to be doing something that isn't a part of their usual routine.
When he gets back to the building and into his usual parking spot, he grabs Roo and tries to set her on the ground so she can walk, but she whines at him, so he caves without any resistance and just holds her in his arms as he heads up to the main entrance.
âForgot something,â he mumbles with a sheepish little smile at the secretary as a way of explaining why he's back here already less than an hour later. He jogs his way to the elevator, jabs the sixth floor button, pets and pampers and smooches Roo all the way up, and then sighs as the elevator dings and lets him out onto the experimental cloning floor.
Immediately, he's annoyed because Taemin isn't even at the secretary desk where he usually is. Is Jonghyun just supposed to wander around until he finds him? Awful. Grumbling into Roo's fur, he walks past the secretary desk and holds up his employee card to the glass door of the lab to let himself in.
It's dark and creepy; with everyone gone, only a few of the overhead lights are on and set to their lowest brightness. It's almost silent but in a weird way that he doesn't like at all because all of the big and loud machines are off but some of the smaller ones are still on, so that the constant quiet whirring he hears is different and more muffled than usual.
âTaem,â he says into the silence of the room. He huffs impatiently at the fact that he even has to call out for him. He sounded upset and panicked enough on the phone that Jonghyun assumed he would be all over him from the moment he walked out of the elevator. âYou better not be like, unconscious in a puddle of mystery slime or anything,â he says. That's happened more times than he's ever wanted to deal with in this lab and he definitely doesn't want to deal with it on his own.
Suddenly, Roo perks up, her ears lifting slightly as she looks at the cloning machines. After a moment's pause, Jonghyun agrees: he hears it, too. Heavy, labored breathing coming from behind the out port of the biggest cloning machine. Not inside, but behind, in the area of space between the machine and the wall. Hesitantly now, and mildly worried â he was joking when he said that thing about being unconscious in a puddle of mystery slime â Jonghyun creeps forward and peeps around the machine.
What he finds isn't actually Taemin unconscious in a slime puddle; what he finds is arguably much worse. It's Taemin, sitting sprawled out on the floor against the wall, someone else in his lap, his hand on their booty, their mouths locked together in a very messy kiss, and both of their dicks very much out and very much being jerked off.
âAlright, Taemin, what the fuck,â Jonghyun says loudly. âWhat the fuck.â He covers Roo's eyes with his hand, curling her protectively to his chest as he backs up a step. Taemin and the person in his lap jump; Taemin looks up at him with wide, guilty eyes. The person in his lap whips around to to give him the same look â the same exact look. Jonghyun stares down at Taemin, and at Taemin in Taeminâs lap, eyes wide, for a very long, quiet moment.Â
âI can explain,â Taemin says, at the same time the other Taemin says, âwe can explain.â
Jonghyun continues to just stand there, heart beating so fast in his chest that he can feel his pulse throughout his whole body, in complete and utter disbelief. Then, all at once, his mood snaps right to anger.Â
âAre you fucking serious right now Taemin?â he hisses. Roo whines and wiggles in his arms; he puts her down before he squeezes her even harder and both Taemins fumble to do up their pants and untangle themselves from each other. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â Jonghyun continues. âWhy would youâ what the fuck were youâ I don'tââ words leave him completely as both Taemins stand up and face him, identical down to the acne on their cheeks and each tiny little wrinkle between their eyebrows as they bite their lips guiltily.
âIt was an accident,â both of them say desperately at the same time. Jonghyun backs up another step, running his fingers through his hair. The one on his left starts to say something else but Jonghyun makes loud, inarticulate noises and points accusingly at their nose.
âShut. Your fucking mouth,â he snaps. âYou can't justââ he hesitates, pulling his finger back a little bit and looking between the both of them. âWhich one of you is the original?â he demands. He wants to make sure that he yells at the right one. The Taemins shuffle their feet anxiously.Â
âYeah, um, that's kind of part of the problem,â the left one says.
âWe don't remember,â the right one says. Jonghyun looks between both of them, anger and annoyance and the slightest hint of dread creeping all through his veins. Roo steps up to both of them, sniffs them each, and then whines, sitting on the floor and looking back at Jonghyun with confusion. Taking a deep, not as calming as he was hoping breath, Jonghyun rubs his hands over his face. They are so all going to get fired.Â
âYou're buying me dinner for a year,â he says.Â
jonghyun gets stuck exploring a haunted house on his own but there's a hot vampire there so like. could be worse
All at once, his eyes snap open, he bares his fangs in a snarling hiss, he closes the space between them with loud steps, and he reaches for Jonghyun with sharp, black nails.
Wrote this for summer of shinee 2025 and it was the first thing I wrote like all year and hopefully I will take this momentum and keep it going and also I will do my best to stop fucking caring about when and how often and whatever the fuck I post things and just start posting things whenever and also it's lapselock because I don't care đđź
âman,â jonghyun says. he peers around the group ahead of him in line as they file into the haunted house, both the porch steps and front door creaking ominously behind them. it's been a slow trudge, taking a few steps forward every 5 minutes, for almost half an hour since him and kibum got in line together. he thought the wait time would give him ample opportunity to get over it but every time he gets closer the place gets worse. it's not even that he's scared-it's that he's been able to smell paint and plastic and a fog machine pumping fumes and smoke into a small, cramped area since the back of the line. âwhat the fuck,â he grumbles.
he turns to kibum next to him and says, âthis is your fault.â
âsuck my fat cock,â is how kibum chooses to reply to him. he's been pissed this entire time, too, arms crossed, foot tapping, groaning in the back of his throat with increasing emphasis every time they move up in line. like it's not his entire fault.
âif you let me do that in the first place we wouldn't be here,â jonghyun snaps back. and he means that extremely literally. if kibum let him suck his dick last week, they wouldn't have lost that bet. at a fucking orgy, no less. if only kibum let jonghyun have sex with him at the sex party where everyone was supposed to be having sex with each other that they went to specifically so they could have sex. it should have been so simple and easy.Â
but no , kibum had to get distracted by the hostâs custom 8 player arcade cabinet. kibum and more than half of everyone else there had to spend the entire three hours playing and crowding around the fighting game on screen. all jonghyun wanted was to get dressed up in his little ears and tail and locked in a kennel with the rest of the pets and get interspecies bred in front of all of their owners, but instead kibum begged him to join the spontaneous arcade tournament with him.
and of course they fucking lost, because kibum sucks at video games and jonghyun hates playing video games where he has to hurt people. and it wasn't until after they lost that kibum told him that there was a whole entire bet punishment attached to it. not even a horny punishment. just a regular one. and now he's fucking here, at a haunted house in the cvs parking lot in july, covering his nose from the assault of whatever they used to make the red slime thatâs dripping off the porch bench.
âwhy do i even have to be here?â he grumbles. â i didn't make the bet. i didn't want anything to do with the whole arcade machine thing. that was all you . you're the one that let some tall deer with huge eyes get you all wound up. i just wanted to get piledrived by that hot bunny guy. why is this my problem now? i don't care if i was technically part of the tournament. what are they going to do if i don't do the punishment, ruin an orgy for me again ? yeah right. i should be at home. i should just go fucking home. i'm going home.âÂ
he's grumbled all of this before. multiple times. and kibum has replied, multiple times, âyou're here for moral support because youâre my friend and you care about me.â which always drags jonghyun away from the precipice of convincing himself to actually go home for real. the power of friendship always gets him, for better or for worse.
but it won't keep him from complaining about it a few more times during the night. it's his right and he's going to fully take advantage of it.Â
âokay, next group. just you two? come on up.â the haunted house attendant, dressed in ripped clothes and red goo, beckons them to the bottom of the front steps. they obediently shuffle up, jonghyun sighing and kibum groaning in the back of his throat. matching their enthusiasm, the attendant recites, âwelcome to the southside summer spooktacular, scary space of sweaty shrieks and screams. once you step insideâŚ.â
they listen politely as the attendant gives them a quick rundown of all of the rules and regulations. well, kibum listens, probably. jonghyun zones out almost immediately and instead tries to analyze the spiderwebs under the porch light to decide if they're real or fake.Â
real, he decides when kibum grabs his elbow and tugs him up the steps. up close, theyâre definitely real. what isnât real is the plastic skeleton serving as a rack for tattered and mysteriously moist jackets as soon as they walk in. kibum scrunches his nose at it, shaking his head; jonghyun takes it in for a moment. it's kind of cute. he's always had a soft spot for funny skeletons. it could use a hat, though. and, he wonders-carefully, he reaches for its free hand and, finding that it's adjustable, bends it up at the elbow and then down at the wrist. âhe's gay now,â he announces happily.Â
âcome on, â kibum mutters, dragging him further inside.Â
the first room is a kitchen, dingy and cluttered, with a spooky gory meal set up on the table, a violently rattling refrigerator, and something that smells ten times as foul as it actually is simmering on the stovetop. jonghyun peers curiously into the dripping sink as they pass. looks like it was supposed to be running red, but whatever dye they were using for the water seems to have run out and now there's just some very very very light pink swirling down the drain.Â
jonghyun turns to point it out to kibum so they can laugh together about it, then reconsiders. kibumâs teeth are clenched, his knuckles white around jonghyunâs arm, his steps rigid. jonghyun grins, smothering it in his free hand. of course he's actually freaked out to be in here. scaredy cat, jonghyun thinks as he reaches for the rattling refrigerator door. even when there's not anything real, just the ambiance still gets him-
at his lightest touch, the refrigerator bursts open and an icy blue, growling, ravenously angry chef advances on them with a raised knife.
âare you for fucking real?!â kibum shrieks. jonghyun barely hears him over his own very manly, very cool, very normally pitched scream. they stumble and bump all over each other as they scramble to get away from the chef, out of the kitchen, into the next room, and slam the door behind them.Â
safe, back against the door, jonghyun wheezes into laughter. he's giddy, a little lightheaded, the excitement pumping through him and making him tingly all over. he's not mad anymore, actually. this kicks ass, actually. kibum, on the other hand, is angrier than ever.Â
âwhat the fuck did you open that thing for?â he hisses. âno shit there was a fucking guy in there. what did you think would happen?â
âi wanted to see!â jonghyun grins, not nearly apologetic enough to satisfy kibum and not caring, either. he hasn't been intimidated by kibum in years. âi was curious.âÂ
âwell, donât be,â kibum snaps. âwe're speedrunning this thing. come on.âÂ
jonghyun comes on, still smiling.
they're in a hallway now, peeling wallpaper and spooky portraits watching them pass. patchy carpet on top of wooden floors makes their footsteps uneven, unsettling. worse, they reach the end of the hall and are faced with two paths to choose from. kibum stops for a moment to process this, then groans, âshut the fuck up, it's a maze . fuck off.â
âthere's a trick to mazes, i think,â jonghyun says. he peers down both the left and the right hallway, trying to remember. âsomething about going left? always go left? that's not it.â
âwhatever, dude,â kibum says. âleft, then.â he heads left and jonghyun follows, still thinking.
âit's something like that,â he repeats, frowning at the grubby floor beneath his shoes. âmaybe, like, always follow the left-â
âdo you hear that?â kibum stops suddenly, hand on jonghyunâs shoulder. jonghyun listens; yeah, he does hear it. just barely, just for a second after they stop, the footsteps continue. not their footsteps. someone else's, tiny and quick. kibum turns around, squinting in the darkness. âno f- fucking way!â
he shrieks halfway through the word, turns back around, and sprints away. jonghyun glances back, jumps a mile, and instantly copies him. behind them, running full tilt now that they've been discovered, a slime covered zombie in a maid dress chases them down like their life depends on it.Â
âholy shit holy shit holy shit holy fucking shit you have got to be fucking shitting me why are you fucking laughing you fucking freak-â
jonghyun cannot fathom how kibum has the breath to run and say all of that at the same time. he can barely run and laugh at the same time, barely keep track of where they're going. every time he looks over his shoulder, that maid is bearing down on them still. how the fuck did they even find someone able to keep up that speed and endurance in heels and a skirt? adrenaline runs through his veins and keeps him going, left, left, middle, right, left, right, middle, middle, right, and finally into a room, crashing to a halt against a dresser taller than him as the door slams shut behind him.Â
he puts his forehead on the dresser and takes in deep breaths, giggling on each exhale. he feels wild with terror and excitement. âokay, yeah, i'm kind of having fun, kibs,â he pants. he turns around, fully expecting to find kibum gasping for breath and glaring at him; he's met with an empty bedroom. âuh, kibs?â he calls.
no answer.
shit.Â
fuck.Â
they got separated. he can't even think of when it happened, what turn they took differently.
well. this sucks. jonghyun isn't nearly as brave now that there isn't someone more scared than him to laugh at. he crosses his arms, rubbing one shoulder as he peers around the room.Â
it's not bad, really. it smells fine, for one. like clean sheets and some sort of musky woodsy perfume. it's not decorated very spooky scary, either. it's gothic, and⌠eerie, maybe? ominous? not sinister, exactly, but⌠unsettling in its elegance. foreboding. thereâs a lot of dark red, black, silver. ornately framed portraits and art cover the walls. so close to the dresser, he can see it's decorated with fine curling metal designs. a four-poster bed sits opposite, handsomely polished, with sheer maroon curtains fluttering in the wind.
or, in the air conditioning, he guesses, because there's no windows in here. little tealight candles and candelabras likewise flicker with electricity, not a real breeze. still, the effect is enough to send a shiver down jonghyunâs spine.Â
this isn't regular haunted house bullshit. this is a theme, this is a setup. the portraits all feature the same person in different period clothes. the books on the shelf next to the dresser are all about dealing with sun damage, bloodstains, garlic allergies, and religious solicitors. little bat figures and plushies sit cutely on top of the bedside table. all of this is doing exactly what it's supposed to: put jonghyun on edge, make him look nervously into every corner of the room, searching for wherever the actor could be hiding. all of this is specifically designed to make him think ofâŚ.
jonghyun opens one of the dresser drawers, half expecting it to be full of velvet capes.Â
a huge fucking spider bursts out of the drawer, lunges at his hand, scuttles up his arm with its fat hairy legs-
jonghyun leaps back, heart in his throat. a very masculine, very deep, very tough scream fills his lungs and then fills the room. he scrambles away, stumbling over himself, reaching out, searching for kibum, finding him, clinging to his arm, curling into his chest.
he gasps hard, fast, heavy. his pulse pounds noticeably throughout his whole body. he swears his vision goes neon bright for a second. holy fucking shit.Â
the spider stays there, suspended in air, motionless. fake. obviously. obviously fucking fake. jonghyun tingles all over anyway, clutching kibumâs shirt with white knuckles, trying to calm down.
wait.
no.
not kibum. kibum isn't here. jonghyun remembers that now.
but then, if kibum isn't here, then whose neck is he cowering (toughly) into? who's clinging to him just as hard, who's trembling against him, who's whimpering quietly in between his loud breaths?
jonghyun backs up a step, looks up a few inches.
a vampire looks down at him.
well.
fully red eyes blink a mile a minute behind messy black hair. dull plastic fangs dig into plush lips. the pale, pallid foundation on their face contrasts abruptly with the regular light fawn skin of their ears and hairline. cracked red makeup trickles down from the corners of their lips, down their chin, halfway down their neck. they stare at jonghyun; jonghyun stares back.
the vampire swallows audibly. âis it gone?â they ask. âthe-â they glance back at the dresser, then jump and squeak and turn away, hunching over, curling into a little shrimp in the corner of the room. âget that fucking thing out of here, holy shit,â they hiss.Â
jonghyun looks between them and the spider. he's a little lost. all of his fear, apprehension, terror-all of that has transformed straight into confusion. silently, he walks back to the dresser. pushing the drawer closed a little, the spider sinks back inside. he opens and closes it a few times, grinning at the way the spider pops up and down. it's kind of cute now that he's not scared out of his skin. he leans his head inside to squint at the spring mechanism that controls it. neat , he thinks, and closes the drawer one last time.Â
back in the corner, the vampire is muttering vicious little curses with their fists clenched: â told them not to put any fucking bugs in here, i fucking told them i'm scared of them, no one ever fucking listens to me, oh, taeminâs a monster movie slasher gore freak, he's not actually scared of anything, put the spider in there, what the fuck ever,â he grumbles.
jonghyun reaches out to touch his elbow. âhey, uh-â he pauses a second to let him finish yelping and snatching his arm away from his fingers, then grins, âyou good?â
âcould be fucking better,â the vampire-taemin?-huffs. his fat lips pout around his fangs. one of his contacts has gotten a little lopsided and jonghyun can see the white of his eye behind it. he looks over jonghyunâs shoulder like he needs to confirm that the spider is gone for real. âthanks,â he says, âhold on a sec.â he straightens up, smooths his hands down his fancy little vest, closes his eyes, and takes a deep, steadying breath.Â
all at once, his eyes snap open, he bares his fangs in a snarling hiss, he closes the space between them with loud steps, and he reaches for jonghyun with sharp, black nails.Â
jonghyun blinks up at him, their faces inches apart once more. âwow,â he says, raising his eyebrows. he leans back just to give himself enough space to clap politely. âvery scary,â he praises.
âman, come on.â taemin deflates as quickly as he spooked himself up, scowling. âplay along. it's what you came here for.â
âmmm, no,â jonghyun hums, not fighting the smile that pulls up his mouth. even if he wanted to, taemin lost all of his fear factor the moment his shaky little hands trembled around jonghyunâs waist. and he definitely didn't come here for this. instead, jonghyun steps around him and walks to the bed. he reaches down to feel the soft, cool bedsheets, spreading his hands over them in appreciation. âi think i'm going to take a break, actually,â he says. âi don't wanna go back out there.â especially not without kibum.
he sits, then lies down, lacing his fingers behind his head and crossing his ankles. it's very comfortable and he wiggles a little to get settled. nice.Â
âdo you, uhâŚ.â taemin stands awkwardly at the foot of the bed. he has little bats pierced into his ears, jonghyun notices. thatâs cute. âare you okay?â he asks. âdo you need to leave? i can escort you to an exit, if you want.â
âoh, shit, for real?â jonghyun asks. he pushes himself up on one hand, ready to get up, before he remembers. he can't take the easy way out. kibum would never forgive him. with regret, he lays back down. âno,â he sighs. âi have to see this shitty fucking punishment through. for friendship.â because he cares about kibum. he has to go find him and help him get through the rest of this place.
to be fair, if he really cared about the power of friendship, he would just go out there right now and start looking for kibum, but whatever. itâs kibumâs fault heâs here in the first place; kibum can suffer for a little bit alone while jonghyun takes a breather.Â
taemin snorts, hiding it too late behind his hand. eyebrows raised behind his straggly bangs, he asks, âyou lose a bet?â
â i didnât-â jonghyun starts out in a loud huff, then lets it out with a sigh. there's no reason to take out his frustration on this poor spooky employee. heâll be annoying, yeah, but he won't be mean. âmy friend and i lost an arcade tournament,â he grumbles. and then, with considerably more volume but still not yelling at this dude, adds, âthat i didn't even want to be a part of! i was trying to do other stuff at this party we went to over the weekend, but he begged me to join him and then we got last place and now we have to go through this whole fucking haunted house as a punishment. it's fucked up.âÂ
it's so fucked up and homophobic that he has to be doing this. he could have been having the time of his life but instead-
â WAIT!â taemin yells the word so loud and so sudden that it scares jonghyun worse than anything else tonight so far. he jumps so hard he almost falls off of the bed and when he looks up, taemin is pointing at him dramatically, eyes and stance wide. â that's why you're so famil-well, okay.â he's sheepish suddenly, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. jonghyun, hand over his pounding heart, blinks at him in absolute bewilderment.Â
âthis is going to be a wild fucking question if i'm wrong,â taemin says, holding a hand up like heâs warding off criticism, âbut, uh, were you that pouty puppy at the orgy at jinxâs last wee-?â
âYEAH.â jonghyun pushes himself up for real this time. he meets taeminâs wide eyes with his own. âyeah, that was me!â he was the poutiest puppy last week. he laughs, surprised and breathy. small world. taemin laughs too, a laugh that scrunches up his whole face. he stands with his hands on his hips, little fingers splayed out, and laughs until his fangs start coming out. while he tries to fix them, jonghyun peers closer at his face. âwhat were you?â he asks. between the vampire makeup and whatever animal he was dolled up as last week, jonghyun doesn't recognize him.Â
taemin crams his teeth back into place, shakes his bangs out of his eyes, and grins, âi was the little opossum skunk raccoon thing.â he holds his hands up by his face and wiggles them in a gremliny way. then he gestures at his hair, and then around the room vaguely. âi have white streaks dyed in when i'm not, you know, working.âÂ
âyeah, yeah, i remember you now,â jonghyun nods. he remembers the weirdo with the streaked hair and thick eyeliner and long thin tail plug. he was so looking forward to having freak sex with him nasty style before the whole thing went downhill. âisn't it so fucked up how that turned out?â he asks. âlike, what did i even show up for, you know?â
âwell,â taemin says, and he speaks with an unmistakable air of smugness, â me and my owner got second place, so i was having a great time.â
âoh, what ever, jonghyun scowls. he didn't know he was talking to one of the enemy .Â
he can't be mad, though. or at least, he can't stay mad. not when taemin smiles at him and his eyes turn into little crescents. jonghyun has always been weak for cute.Â
âso, your friend you said you're here with, he's that grumpy fox you were with?â taemin asks.
âyeah,â jonghyun says fondly. that grumpy fox is his bestie, has been for years. he sighs, glancing at the door. âhe's out there, somewhere, still,â he says, pointing. âwe got separated in the maze. i should probably be looking for him right now.â
âoh, hold on, i got it.â taemin holds up one finger and with the other hand digs in his butt pocket. he pulls out a walkie-talkie and hits a button on the side. âhey, choi, can we get the guy with the bright red hair and the kinda fruity voice led to the vampire room? thanks,â he says into it. then he puts it back into his pocket, simple as that, and gives jonghyun a thumbs up. âhe's on his way.âÂ
jonghyun raises his eyebrows, impressed. that's pretty cool. he didn't know haunted houses worked like-
âsince when are you my boss?â the walkie-talkie says, the words coming in and out with a burst of static. taemin rolls his eyes; jonghyun hides his smile behind his hand. less cool now.
taking the walkie-talkie back out, taemin pouts, âsince you owe me a favor. it's an emergency or whatever. he got separated from his friend.â
âtaem-â
âi'll tell jinx you were the one that burnt out the motor on that vibe he-â
âalright, fine, you don't have to blackmail me. i'll get him over there.â the words come in fast and rushed. taemin winks and jonghyun shares his smile this time. then taemin says, âactually, the blackmail was so you don't spy on me with the cameras from now until that guy gets here.âÂ
âwhat the fuck does that-â the walkie-talkie starts, and then taemin mutes it with a single button press. jonghyun snorts. nice.
âanyway,â taemin says. he smiles at jonghyun, eyes bright and sparkly even behind his red contacts. âwanna make out?â
âhell yeah!â jonghyun agrees in an instant. not what he was expecting to come out of taeminâs mouth but not something he'd ever turn down. he didn't get to fuck him as a weird hot furry but at least he'll be able to make out with him as a weird hot vampire. that's almost as good.Â
he makes grabby hands, inviting taemin into his lap. taemin approaches with a casual grace, like for all of his pep and oddity he still always knows exactly what his body is doing, and lowers himself over jonghyunâs thighs. shifting to get comfortable, draping one arm around jonghyunâs shoulders and cupping his face with the other hand, he sighs happily. âi love skipping all of the small talk and flirting and shit,â he says.
âreal,â jonghyun grins back. he does like flirting most of the time-the game, the chase, the push and pull, the victory, the payoff. but he also loves an opportunity to skip all of that and go right to the physical stuff. that's why he likes casual hookups and sex parties in the first place. so he doesn't have to deal with any of that. he can just dive right in and not have to worry about anything else.
up close again, taemin smiles, his fat lips curved up a little more to the right. his makeup is cakey and jonghyun can see the line of his wig above his forehead. jonghyun puts his hands on taeminâs hips, closes his eyes, leans up, and waits for taemin to close the distance between them.
taemin gets so close he can feel his breath on his mouth.Â
and then he stays there.Â
and then he's still there.Â
jonghyun peeps one eye open, confused. taemin is frowning, his soft pink tongue playing with one of his plastic vampire teeth. âuh,â he says, âfangs in or out?â
âah,â jonghyun says. âuh. hmm.â now that he's asked, now that he's thinking about it, he doesn't know. sure, they would probably get it in the way and make it awkward, but alsoâŚ. he brushes his thumb underneath taeminâs lip. âthey're kinda hot, i don't know,â he admits. âiâm kind of into it. like⌠oof. ough,â he groans dramatically. âvampire oppa⌠please bite my neck.âÂ
taemin laughs, loud in the quiet, big in the small room, almost overwhelming so close. jonghyun likes how it sounds, how it's sharp and joyful, how it shows all of his gums. he definitely likes the way taemin curls into his neck with it, muffling it into his skin so it vibrates through his whole body.Â
he might just like taemin, jonghyun thinks.
âyou know what, sure,â taemin giggles. âhere.â and he pulls back just enough to open his mouth against the side of jonghyunâs neck. he bites down so jonghyun can feel the dull plastic pressing dents into his skin. and more than that, he feels taeminâs soft lips, his hot, wet tongue, his heavy breath fanning out to flutter the hair at his nape.Â
jonghyun gets a boner in no time flat. âyeah, i was right, that's really hot,â he croaks. for the first time tonight, his voice actually does go deep and a little rough, his fingers pressing involuntarily hard into taemin through his vest, harder when he can feel taemin smirk against his neck.Â
ânever thought-oh, fuck, gross, shit, whoops-â taemin pulls back an inch and then starts fumbling, scrambling, grabbing at jonghyunâs neck, his shoulder, his chest, down where their bodies meet. finally he pops back up, holding the fangs in the palm of his hand. they sit in a puddle of drool that drips down his wrist. âgottem,â he announces.
jonghyun snorts, chuckling quietly. yeah, he should have figured that would happen. taemin makes to pop them back in; jonghyun pushes his hand down, shaking his head. it's unfortunate, but, âtheyâll get in the way and fall out mid-kiss for sure,â he says.
âyeah, probably,â taemin sighs. he pouts at them in his hand for a moment, then shrugs and slips them into his pocket. âanyway.â he shifts closer, pressing their hips together, grinding just enough against jonghyun to let him know that he definitely noticed the boner.
this time when jonghyun closes his eyes and tilts his face up, taeminâs mouth presses flush against his.Â
their lips move together smooth, soft, comfortable. taemin is eager but jonghyun keeps it slow, makes taemin savor his mouth. he makes sure to pull back every so often to change the angle, to give taemin a few small pecks, a few small moments to breathe, before drawing him back in. taemin needs it. jonghyun can tell. he can feel his heart hammering next to his own, feel his heavy breaths against his face.Â
taemin rolls his hips hips minutely against jonghyun, enough that jonghyun can feel his cock growing hard underneath his zipper. he threads his fingers through jonghyunâs hair and rests one hand on the back of his head, keeping him close, keeping him angled the way he wants. jonghyun allows him that small bit of control. it's cute how needy he is.Â
and it feels fantastic as always to have gotten someone so hard just from a few minutes of kissing. that's one of jonghyunâs favorite parts of the whole experience.
taemin has been trying to push his tongue into jonghyunâs mouth this whole time, obviously, and when jonghyun finally lets him in, he also swallows taeminâs raspy groan. he tastes like cheap lipstick, like fake blood, like plastic, like watermelon gum.Â
their tongues play together wet and hot, sloppy and excited, excited, excited. jonghyun has had enough of teasing taemin, of holding back; taemin is insistent enough now, desperate enough now. now jonghyun can give taemin free rein to take charge, to ravish him, to get a little feral, a little selfish, a little overwhelming. just the way jonghyun likes it.Â
just the way jonghyun loves it, loves when taemin pushes him down on his back and keeps their mouths locked together the entire time. he bites jonghyunâs lips, sucks on his tongue, rests all of his weight on one forearm next to jonghyunâs head so he can hold his chin and keep jonghyun right where he wants him.Â
somehow he maneuvers himself in between jonghyunâs legs, forcing them open, grinding against him nice and hard, nice and greedy. jonghyun hooks one leg behind his back, pressing him closer, making sure as much of their bodies are touching as possible every time their hips roll together. on instinct, he raises his arms above his head, hoping that taemin notices, hoping that he gets the hint, hoping that he-
yes, that he gets his small little hand around jonghyunâs wrists and pins them to the pillow. jonghyun couldn't be happier. for something that wasn't planned in the slightest, this is going exactly to plan. all he can hear is their rough breathing, the rustling of their clothes, and the bed creaking underneath them. all he can feel is taeminâs mouth on his, his heart pounding against his ribs, their cocks straining to touch through too many clothes.Â
already he wants his hands back so he can undo his pants. taeminâs too. he wiggles, struggling to get free; instead, taemin reaches down between them himself, fumbling with their zippers. jonghyun fucking loves how in sync they are.Â
just the release of pressure from his zipper popping is enough to have jonghyun shuddering. taemin pushing down his pants, dragging down his boxers, fumbling to reach inside, his knuckles sliding down his skin, has jonghyun reeling, his head spinning, a soft growl rumbling in the back of his-
the closet in the corner of the room bursts open so loud it sounds like an explosion. feels like one too; the entire room shakes from the force and several of the portraits fall off the walls to clatter on the floor. jonghyun makes his most manly noise of the night. taemin yelps like he did when the spider jumpscared them, bolting up straight, his eyes wide as saucers. boxes and clothes spill out onto the floor as, panting and cursing, someone stumbles into the room all at once.
no.
not someone. Â
kibum.
kibum, sweaty, hair a disaster, gasping for air, looking wildly around the room. seeing the pair of them, doing a double take, frowning, realizing, understanding. gasping in outrage this time. glaring. glaring straight at jonghyun with murder in his eyes.Â
âare you,â he says, voice a deadly soft hiss, â fucking kidding me, jonghyun?âÂ
âoh, it's just you.â taemin breathes a sign of relief, deflating on top of jonghyun, a hand on his heart. he laughs, a little giddy, and fans his face with his free hand. smiling at jonghyun, he says, âlook, see? it worked. i got your friend for you.âÂ
jonghyun, still kind of bonered up but quickly losing it with every furious step kibum marches towards him, grins back. âit sure did work,â he agrees. âthanks, bud.â he's never been more grateful to see his impending doom. he carefully extracts himself from underneath taemin just in time for kibum to reach the bed.
âi'm out here going through fucking hell on my own and-â
âkibummieeeeee, i missed youuuu,â jonghyun coos. he throws his arms around kibumâs neck, pulling him close, hugging him tight and rocking him back and forth. kibum keeps hissing out curses and admonishments but, jonghyun notices, he also wraps his arms around jonghyunâs waist. he hooks his chin over kibumâs shoulder so he can't see him smirking.Â
âand i'm searching all over this goddamn place trying to find you and-â
âi was soooo scared without you, kibummie, i was all alone and there was a big spider-â
âover here fucking a dollar store fucking vampire-â
âand there was a scary vampire, yeah!â jonghyun pulls back and holds kibum by the shoulders, nodding his head emphatically. he so agrees with kibum. about there being a vampire. âyou saved me! thank you sooooo much, oh my gosh. you're my bestest friend in the world and i love you soooo much.â
âi'm going to rip your spine out through your pisshole,â kibum snaps. jonghyun smooches him wet and loud on the cheek. he really is glad to see him.
âhey, uh,â taemin says. looking over his shoulder, jonghyun finds him with his fangs back in, his hands on his hips, his zipper still down, forgotten. he's smiling, cute and amused. âluna-i mean-â he shakes his head and laughs- âthe zombie maid is still out there. but if you go out, and then you go right right middle left left right left right left middle,â he stares into space as he lists off the directions from memory, then blinks back into focus. âif you do that, you'll get to the meat room, and then itâs linear to the exit.â
âoh, neat,â jonghyun chirps. that's so helpful. âthanks babe.â he takes taeminâs collar and tugs him down to press a little smooch to his cheek too. a blush creeps in around the edges of his makeup.Â
kibum is glaring at him harder than ever when he turns back around. jonghyun smothers his laugh, then pulls himself together and puts on his best dramatic surprised face. âi mean,â he says. putting one delicate hand on his cheek, he turns and points a shaking finger at taemin âaaah!â he shrieks. âscary vampire! come on kibummie! we have to get out of here!â
he grabs kibumâs wrist and yanks him out of the room, ignoring taeminâs laughter audible through the closed door.
they creep through the hallways, ears perked for the maid, arms linked. âcannot fucking believe you,â kibum mutters. âhow the fuck do you even get horny in a place like this.â jonghyun can't even pretend to be ashamed. as far as he's concerned, the two of them are even now.Â
he can pretend to be offended, though. for funsies. besides, bickering will make kibum feel better.Â
âi don't know what you're talking about,â he says, placing a hand innocently upon his chest. âthat vampire was about to murder me. he had my hands pinned and everything.â
âyou literally just got horny again thinking about it,â kibum grumbles.
âdid not,â jonghyun lies. âmaybe you should get your eyes checked?âÂ
he denies and gaslights all the way through the maze even though he knows kibum isn't buying any of his bullshit. the more annoyed kibum gets, the more distracted he gets, the more confident he gets. by the time they get to the next room and a cowboy covered in hoofmarks lurches at them from behind rows and rows of hanging red fabric lumps, kibum doesn't even blink. he just rolls his eyes, mumbles âwhatever, dude,â and walks right past.
jonghyun is extremely smug about this. and he knows that kibum knows, even if he doesn't thank jonghyun for his brilliant plan. he doesn't hide his relieved smile from jonghyun and he eases up on the scolding, and that's good enough.Â
they breeze through the rest of the house in no time flat. when they finally, finally, finally emerge through the final bead curtain and into the fresh, cool, non-scented sunset air, kibum gets down on his knees and presses his palms together in rapturous prayer. jonghyun shakes his head, chuckling. always so dramatic. he waits for kibum to finish his little show, then tugs him back to his feet. there's another tired employee dressed in a pointy hat and little black dress waiting to speak to them.
âthank you for enjoying the southside summer spooktacular,â they say, not acknowledging kibumâs antics at all. âwe hope youâre sufficiently scared, scarred, and satisfied. as commemoration of your success, please take these badges.â they hold out two little paper packages, but before jonghyun can reach for them, they take them back. âwait, hold on,â they mumble.
jonghyun blinks, confused. kibum whispers â what the fuck?â next to his ear. the witch pulls their phone out of their dress and scrolls through it for a moment. jonghyun barely hears them read to themself, âto the one that doesn't have the bright red hair.â
âokay, yeah,â they say, looking up. âhere you go.â they make a point to hand kibum his first, and then jonghyun his second. then they slouch back in their chair, looking back at their phone and ignoring them effortlessly.
âuh,â jonghyun says.
âthanks,â kibum says. they walk away in confused silence until they're out of earshot; then kibum rips his little packet open and looks over his badge. it's just a little button pin with the name of the haunted house and the year written on it. nothing special. kibum peers nosily at jonghyunâs packet. âwhat's different about yours?â he demands.
âno idea,â jonghyun says. he opens it up, shaking the contents into his palm. out comes the pin, heavy and metal; next flutters a little slip of paper that he lunges to catch before the wind takes it.Â
on it is written a phone number and one sentence:Â
Pairing: Jongtae
Word count: 1250~
Rating: PG-13
Content notes: Implied transphobia and dysphoria.Â
Other notes: Written for @taestoryâs one sentence Jongtae prompt:Â âPut. the. weapon. down.â This was sent in forever ago, and I just suddenly felt the need to write it in the middle of the night, so here we are.
As soon as Taemin sat down in the kitchen chair, his confidence evaporated.
âItâs gonna look awful,â he said, as Jonghyun tied a sheet around his neck in lieu of a styling cape. âThis is a bad idea.â
âItâs not gonna look awful,â Jonghyun said evenly. He propped the full-length mirror against the fridge, then steadied it as it wobbled when one of the thick magnets fell off the ivory door. âItâs not gonna look awful at all, itâs gonna look great.â He circled around Taeminâs chair, then leaned over his shoulder until Taemin could see both their faces next to each other in the mirrorâs reflection. âBut I wonât cut your hair if you donât want me to.â
Taemin took a shaky breath. âI donât know what I want.â
âOkay,â Jonghyun said. Taemin waited for him to say more, but he didnât.
âI just really donât want long hair anymore,â Taemin said finally. âI just wannaââ He gulped. âOkay, do it.â
Jonghyun reached for the comb.
âNo wait,â Taemin said. He was shaking a little bit, though it was July, and the hot air was thick with humidity and the hum of cicadas. He closed his eyes. âMy parents are gonna kill me.â
hi ahah im looking for a fic of ftm taem getting his first haircut it was a jongtae fic idk i dont know you mightve wrote or reblogged it but auhghdf it was just so cute i cant find it um theres also like a good chance its from 9 years ago so. uh. yeah. um. if you know what im talking about thatd be awesome. if not thats ok aha h thnak you
that does sound vaguely familiar but i didnt write it??? i will ask around o7
@adobabe ur like the only other one still on tungle i think lmfao do u member this one
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