[FIC] vs
everyone/taemin | nc-17 | 950 words | based on Taemin's rooming rating of the other members: key>jongyun>minho>onew
he hates the way being here makes him feel
Rooming with Kibum is the best. He always smells nice and doesn't object when Taemin scrambles across the mattress and burrows against his side. He rakes his fingers gently through damp hair, smiling fondly when the younger boy heaves a sleepy little sigh against his shoulder, eyes falling shut.
Mornings with Kibum are even better, Taemin thinks; especially when it's fifteen minutes past the time they were actually supposed to be up and he wakes with a broken moan spilling from his lips, wet heat around his cock. He's nowhere near fully awake as his fingers grasp at Kibum's hair under the sheet, his hips shifting under Kibum's hands.
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Jonghyun is fun to room with, especially on nights when it's cold. He likes to cuddle and be cuddled. He molds himself to Taemin's side, nuzzling his face against his chest. He flashes that lopsided grin upward just before his tongue laves over the boy's nipple, earning a gasp. Jonghyun is hot. Literally. His hands are blazing warm as they map out all the curves and angles of Taemin's body.
Even when there is snow on the ground, mornings with Jonghyun are spent under a thin sheet. His body heat and the way he sprawls himself over Taemin are enough to stay warm. There's a sleepy whine as Taemin tucks his face against Jonghyun's shoulder, sliding his hands over his back, down to palm his backside. Jonghyun pulls a breath in through his teeth, hissing when Taemin's fingers delve between his cheeks. They still have half an hour before the alarm, Taemin thinks as his lips find Jonghyun's.
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Rooming with Minho is a clash of teeth and tongues and tempers. Minho’s hands belt Taemin’s tiny hips as the younger boy grips the headboard, pushing himself into the movements of Minho’s hips just to show he can give as good as he gets. He yelps in protest when Minho gives a particularly hard thrust and the headboard slams against the wall, pinching his fingers. “Fuck! that hurt!” Taemin growls, throwing an elbow back and catching Minho in the ribs. Minho brings a hand down on the soft curve of Taemin’s ass in retaliation.
5am comes too soon. “Get up. We’re going running,” Minho says, voice raspy with sleep. Taemin settles for pulling a pillow over his head and saying very succinctly, “go fuck yourself.” When Minho pinches his butt through the sheet, Taemin comes up hissing like a wet cat, kicking and scratching. He wraps the sheets around his body before he stalks out the door to find Key’s room, the door slamming shut behind him.
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The kisses are hungry and burning hot, tongues tangling, teeth clicking and dragging over swollen lips. Jinki’s eyes are dark as he reaches down, slick fingers pressing into Taemin’s ass, twisting and making him arch against the bed. He licks a hot stripe up the younger boy’s neck, sucking at the pale skin over his Adam’s apple before biting at the sharp slope of his jaw.
Taemin blinks up at him, eyes so blown and fever bright, soft little hiccups of sound falling from his lips when Jinki pulls his fingers out, lining up his dick and pushing inside slowly. He’s careful, so careful, and Taemin wants to scream at him that he’s not fragile or breakable, but he knows he would be lying. Instead, he just tangles one hand into Jinki’s hair, the other laid against Jinki’s cheek, and pulls him in for another kiss. He gasps and moans, pouring every bit of his being that he can into Jinki’s mouth in a wordless plea.
The sounds Taemin makes are smothered somewhere in the neighborhood of Jinki’s collarbone as he digs his fingers into Jinki’s shoulderblades, holding tightly as the older boy thrusts hard and slow, pushing him up the mattress. He can’t think straight, squeezing his eyes shut, pressing his sweaty cheek to Jinki’s, voice raspy from crying out as he presses his lips to Jink’s ear, “more, hyung, please.”
Afterward, after Jinki’s way past asleep, he lays there quietly, his head pillowed against Jinki’s chest, listening to the older boy’s even breaths and solid heartbeat. He hates that this makes him feel vulnerable and small. He doesn’t like that he would like this to mean more; more than his early morning trysts with Jonghyun or Key, the late night affairs with Minho. He knows that can never be.
He sighs, moving to the side when Jinki shifts, turning over onto his side, and then his belly, one arm stuffed under his pillow, the other out to the side awkwardly.Taemin pulls the sheets up, smoothing them over Jinki’s shoulders, a frown marring his features. He hates the way being here makes him feel.
Taemin wants rooming with Jinki to be his favorite. He really does, except that the very thought of it terrifies him to his very core. While he likes cuddling with Jonghyun, Jinki is the one that he wishes would sleep wrapped around him. While Key smells amazing and clean, Jinki is the one whose shampoo smells the nicest, whose cologne clings to clothes and sheets longer. While Minho is the one that lays the most marks against his skin, the only ones that Taemin cherishes, and never bothers to hide are from Jinki.
He reaches down, slipping his fingers between Jinki’s, fitting their palms together. His eyelids feel heavy. He wants to stay awake as long as he can, but he knows if he falls asleep this way his arm will hurt like hell come morning.
It still doesn’t ache nearly as much as his heart when he wakes up to an empty bed.