Don't Drink The Water NC17 OnTae (Girl!Taemin)
Title: Don't Drink The Water
Pairing: Onew/Taemin,
Length: 4263
Genre: Girl!Taemin/Fluff/PWP
Rating: NC17
Summary: While in Japan, SHINee goes on a retreat, where they are told not to drink the water. Taemin drinks some by accident and wakes up a girl. Yes, It's cracktastical.
Warnings: HET!/swearing/fluffy
Disclaimer: See my Disclaimer of Doom if you wish
Notes: This fic is way overdue. The very fabulous and also way talented in her own right min7girl requested a help_japan fic at the auction MONTHS ago. Her request was for earphones and seduction and I am praying like hell she likes this. I apologize for cutting short the smut, I hated my attempt at writing het!sex. If this fic reminds you at all of Ranma 1/2, it's meant to.
Jinki wakes up slowly. It's a known fact among the group, managers, stylists and other necessary personnel involved with the SHINee machine that he likes his sleep and does not like being awakened until the very last minute. As his brain starts coming back on line; there's an inventory taken. Slender smooth limbed body next to him = Taemin, check. His fingers trace lightly over the shape of a sharp hipbone and drowsily, Jinki frowns. Isn't that hip a little less sharp than he remembers it from last night?
He rolls over under the blankets and snuggles up behind Taemin's sleeping curled up form and nuzzles his face into his boyfriend's nape. There's a fall of silky hair in his way and he pushes it aside with his cheek to get to the smooth skin. But that's kind of odd too isn't it? Taemin got his hair cut not that long ago.
Jinki sighs and slips his hand upwards, over the baggy tee shirt the other man is wearing and stops when his palm reaches the soft firm flesh that is very definitely not what Taemin's chest felt like last night. It takes a few seconds for his sleepy brain to compute what he's feeling and then he lets out a girly shriek and stumbles out of bed.
"It's...a ... I mean that's a...I mean what?" he stutters, still at a loud and squeaky volume. His hand burns where he was just accidentally groping some poor girl's breast. It felt kind of nice, some cro-magnon part of his hind brain tells him, and he just stands there while everyone else comes running.
The girl in his bed rolls over sleepily and Jinki wonders if he's having some extremely strange dream because the girl's hair is all which way over her face but it's the precise shade of Taemin's newly tawny locks. And, the girl also seems to be wearing the same tee shirt that Taemin went to sleep in. His nose tells him that the girl also smells like Taemin, maybe a little sweeter but definitely like Taemin.
Problem though. Taemin is not a girl.
"Jinki, what's going on?" The girl demands, her tone exactly like Taemin's when he's a little bit cranky and a little bit pouty. Her voice is softer, higher than Taemin's is however, and she sits up, finally shaking her mid-back length hair out of her face.
Jinki stands there with his mouth open because this girl is Taemin. But she's not Taemin. He wonders if it's possible to have a nervous breakdown this young.
Key screeches beside him and Jinki winces at the volume. "You drank the water, didn't you? My baby's a girl! You're so pretty! But you weren't supposed to drink the water! They told us a hundred times and there were signs everywhere."
Taemin seems to be busy examining his new girl body tentatively, taking a peek down the neckline of his shirt and grinning just a bit despite the blush on his...no her...sculpted cheekbones. Jinki groans to himself and tugs at his sleep messy hair.
"It wasn't my fault!" Taemin protests with a pout that makes Jinki groan louder. "Minho hyung...I mean Minho oppa threw me in and I almost drowned. I must have swallowed some by accident."
Key gives the tallest member of the group who is standing in the hall with his arms folded trying to take a peek at Taemin's new girl self every few minutes a long glare. "You are in so much trouble buster! And quit ogling my baby! She has a boyfriend already." Key huffs and pokes Minho in the chest then grabs hold of Jonghyun's elbow before he can step any farther into the room and ogle Taemin too.
"We're going shopping in an hour, Taeminnie, don't dawdle," Key calls before he takes the other two boys into the living room of their temporary dorm to yell at them at his highest possible volume for being a couple of pervs.
Jinki blinks a few times and sits down very carefully on the edge of the bed. "Are you okay?" he asks Taemin. He can't help but stare at her, Taemin is a beautiful human being but girl!Taemin is just...angelic.
"I mean, the old guy at the hot springs said it would wear off in a few days, so I think it's not permanent. But um...it must feel weird..." God, she's gorgeous.
Taemin smiles at Jinki and stretches, running her hands through her hair before preparing to get out of bed. "I'm fine, oppa. It's a little weird, but it's not permanent like you said so I get to find out how the other half lives....Oh, you better call me Taeyeon okay? So people don't get too confused. And we'll just pretend that I'm in a manga or something."
She leans down and brushes a kiss on his brow, and then slides out of bed. Jinki politely closes his eyes but not before he sees about six meters of smooth shapely legs from beneath the thigh skimming hem of the tee shirt. Belatedly he remembers that Taemin didn't wear underwear to sleep and falls back onto the bed with a little whimper. Taemin's a girl, a very sexy girl. His life is over.
And how can it be so easy for her. If he woke up with...with what girls have in their pants, he'd be having a nervous breakdown. Taeyeon doesn't seem to think it's a very big deal. Isn't that weird? Jinki whines again and curls up in a ball, trying to ignore the raging hard on he has for his...girlfriend.
By the time Key and Taemin return from their shopping trip, Jinki has taken four cold showers and put on his loosest pair of jeans with a very old and very comfy old sweatshirt that almost reaches his knees. He's not stupid and he's always thought of himself as not gay per se, so much as just gay for Taemin, whatever that might say about him. But now Taemin is a girl, well a woman, and she has breasts and she has...other girly parts and those legs and those lips and he moans under his breath as his traitor dick starts twitching again before the two shoppers even get all the way in the door.
He picks up a pillow and smothers his face in it because Taemin/Taeyeon is wearing a pretty pink floral dress, soft roses he thinks with little thin straps on the shoulders and a fitted bodice that shows off her small pretty breasts just right. The dress flutters with lace at the hem between her knees and her thighs. As if that weren't enough, her newly lengthened hair is curly now, pulled back from her face with a wide piece of pink ribbon. That's already making his whole body quiver with passion, but evidently Key had forced Taeyeon to put on a pair of high heeled little pink sandals. Even her toenails and fingernails were painted pink. His girlfriend is practically an adorable pink orgasm right there in front of him.
Jinki decides it's all Key's fault and glares at the other boy from over the top edge of his protective pillow. Key just gives him a smug glance in reply and waves his hand at Taeyeon like, see how pretty she is?
Jinki sees, alright. He feels an almost uncontrollable urge to start at those cute toes and kiss and lick all the way up. He bites his lip and smiles at Taeyeon rather shyly from under his bangs admiring the vision of pinkness while Key organizes Minho and Jonghyun to help bring in the mound of shopping bags.
"Do you like it, oppa?" Taeyeon asks, blushing a little as she looks into Jinki's eyes. She can tell something isn't quite right with the leader but she feels a bit afraid to even ask what is wrong. She doesn't think it's because she happens to be a girl for a few days, but maybe it is? Maybe he really doesn't like women in that way? They never really talked about it except stupid variety show answers.
Jinki takes a deep breath and tries to discreetly wipe a few drops of sweat off his brow. "You look beautiful, Taeyeon. Absolutely beautiful. But, you always look gorgeous anyway." He fidgets from foot to foot and flops down in a chair. The pillow he is holding up to his face finds a spot discreetly in his lap so his delicate girlfriend won't notice he's hard as hell under his jeans.
"Look at my beautiful girl!" Key returns and waves for the pile of shopping bags to be dumped in a corner to be unpacked later. He pauses and covers Jonghyun's eyes with a hand. "Not you and not you, Minho," he orders, snapping his fingers. "No ogling my chld. Only Jinki gets to ogle and appreciate my fashion sense."
"I don't ogle," Jinki protests not that Key pays any attention to him. "She looks lovely," he adds since the younger man is definitely staring at him expectantly.
"Key made me go into the lingerie store and buy um...panties and bras," Taeyeon leans down close to Jinki's ear, warm breath brushing over his sensitive skin. "Matching sets. It was so embarrassing."
That's not a visual Jinki needs now. Taeyeon in nothing but a matching lingerie set, maybe black with pink ribbons and ...he bites his lip hard. "What are you going to do with all that stuff when you change back?" he asks to change the subject.
"Oh, I'll think of something," Key interrupts blithely.
Jinki slides down in the chair and is relieved when Key drags Taeyeon off to have her try on more new clothes. He threads his fingers through his hair and sighs. He's just not sure what to do here. If Taeyeon is in a new body then doesn't that stand to reason that she's a virgin? And he's already done the take Taemin's virginity once already, right? He felt bad enough the first time. He's just not sure he has the balls, figuratively speaking, to do it again.
"I'm going to the studio," he announces and gathers up his stuff to do just that. There's practice rooms and things there; he can find something to do there and stay out of Taeyeon's way at least until bedtime. Jinki does not want to think about bedtime.
.......
"Jinki oppa is not real happy about this," Taeyeon says worriedly to Key while obediently sashaying around one of the bedrooms in flowery shorts that are probably too short and a cute peasant blouse with sandals. "He's acting funny."
Key just waves a hand at her for her to turn around. "He's just a bit off-kilter. You were a boy when he went to bed with you last night and then you were a girl when he woke up with you this morning. Bound to put someone off their stride."
"Yes but...I mean...do you think he doesn't like girls? He acted really strange when he accidentally touched my chest this morning. You would have thought I set him on fire or something."
Snickers erupt from Key's mouth at that sentence and he sits down on the end of the bed. "C'mere. Lee Jinki is not...like me. He doesn't scope out other guys and their equipment the way I do, discreetly of course." He pats his perfectly coifed hair back into place before continuing.
"And don't look all sad. He's Taeminnie-sexual. He'd love you and want you even if you had tentacles, I'm pretty sure. So, his wonderful boyfriend is now a beautiful girlfriend. He's probably having a hard time figuring out what to do with you." Key decides not to tell his son/daughter that Jinki's real problem is that he's having issues with how turned on he is by the new girl body.
Taeyeon pouts a little at the idea Jinki can't figure out what to do with her. How hard could it be right?
"You just will have to show him what you want him to do with you," Key says, patting her cheek softly.
She nibbles a fingernail a moment and sighs. "Alright, but you have to help me figure out what to wear."
"Of course!"
....
Two hours later and Jinki is starting to wish he'd thought to bring a snack from their little retreat/apartment/dorm thing. He comforts himself with the notion that at least he's stopped thinking about Taeyeon in compromising positions. It doesn't really help much and he goes back to playing bits of melody on the piano and humming along. The truth is, the studio is actually lonely and he wonders what death by fashion outfit Taeyeon is wearing now and whether her lips still taste like strawberry chapstick and banana milk.
Giving up on doing anything even slightly productive, he fits on a set of headphones and tries to lose himself in music from the radio. Jinki likes singing along so he's belting out some crazy girl group song at the top of his lungs with his eyes closed when a cool touch slithers along his cheekbone and then disappears.
Jinki flicks his eyes open and looks around but he doesn't see anyone. Maybe he imagined it. After all, his whole day has been the stuff of wild imaginings anyway. Okay where was he again? Oh yeah, he starts singing again, laughing to himself when the melody squeaks past his range and he has to drop to a lower octave.
Now his nose starts to twitch, he can smell something. Alright, really two somethings. One ...he could swear that it was chicken. The other...it's perfume...something sweet and light and Jinki wonders what that scent tastes like if he licks the soft skin where it is applied.
"Opppppaaa," the word is sing songed in his ear and never in his life have those two syllables sounded so unfairly sexual. His eyes spring open to find Taeyeon leaning over him with both her small hands braced on the back of his chair.
He takes one look at her lovely face with those glossy red lips hovering over his and then dares for a split second to drop his eyes down her body. Jinki can't hold back the whimper that rises in his throat as his eyes linger on the soft thin black ruffly shirt that skims over his girlfriend's small luscious breasts. Jinki hisses between his teeth and looks back up at Taeyeon's face.
"Aegi, I..."
"You ran away from me, oppa," Tayeon interrupts, her manicured fingertips lightly sliding down the sides of Jinki's jaw and then linger on his shoulders. "That hurts my feelings..." To be honest, Taeyeon's enjoying this. Almost always, Jinki is the more aggressive one of the two of them, and usually that's fine with her. But doing this... it makes her shiver with heat, knowing Jinki's trying to resist her.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to hurt you, Tae..." Jinki fights to hold his eyes right on Taeyeon's face but it's so very difficult to do when Taeyeon's seductive slender body is there in front of him. His fingers are tingling and he curls them tightly against the arms of his chair.
Taeyeon isn't really listening, at least not to what her boyfriend is saying with his mouth. She's listening to his breath coming faster, to the way he's squirming in his chair. She knows Jinki very well, and all the tell tale signs of her beloved's desire are right there. She watches him swallow hard and leans in, licking a path up the side of his neck and over his chin to his mouth.
"I need you so badly, oppa," she breathes, not even having to fake the hot catch in her voice.
"Oh God," Jinki hisses low, automatically leaning forward to catch the strawberry sticky sweetness of her lips with his. "I could...I might...hurt you," he protests, in between soft in and out laps of his tongue between her lips.
"And then you'll make me feel so good, Jinki please," Taeyeon crawls into his lap, seated sideways with those long legs draped over one arm of the chair. She pauses to set the lunchbox she brought with her on the desk then wraps an arm around Jinki's neck. "I can't stop thinking about it. Ever since I woke up this morning, I've been wanting to know what it would feel like. Please."
Jinki tries to think when the rounded curves of Taeyeon's ass settle into his lap, pressing just so against the unrelenting ridge of his erection through their clothes. It's a losing battle when she's breathing in his ear, saying please, Jinki, please in between kisses. He makes one more effort, gasping when his hand slides down from her shoulder to find her midriff flat and bare beneath the loose edge of her shirt and the low slung waist of her skirt.
"We shouldn't...we really...this is so wrong," he moans softly against her throat. She tastes like Taemin when he runs his tongue against the porcelain skin...and yet...not exactly. And he can smell something, beneath perfume, beneath strawberry shampoo, beneath everything else. Sexy, slightly musky, and very, very erotic.
"Are you even wearing any panties, Taeyeon?" he demands, pulling back to look at her and keeping his hand frozen on her tight tummy rather than letting his fingertips explore. He tries to give her a stern look, but really the idea of her being completely bare beneath that little excuse for a skirt is making his brain melt.
Her sassy look at him doesn't help anything. "Why don't you find out, oppa?" she purrs, ignoring the flush on her cheeks. She drops her head and starts nibbling on Jinki's ear, loving the way she can feel him getting harder and harder
"Fucking cock tease," Jinki growls low in his throat, but Taeyeon only giggles in his ear, pressing closer into his chest.
He can't resist any longer, not when that seductive fragrance seems to wreath around him and she's panting in his ear and he suddenly wants to hear her moaning his name the way Taemin almost always does.
"Open your legs for me, aegi," he says in a softer but still rough voice, letting his hand glide down to curve against one of her knees. She's so warm and soft and he's burning alive with thoughts he didn't want to think until she showed up looking like a sex dream.
"Ohh, Jinki..." Taeyeon slides her legs open slowly, imagining how wanton the movement must look and the flush on her cheeks renews and covers her throat as well. "I...ooh..." Cooler air rushes between her thighs and seems to intensify the burning ache between them. "Jinki...please..."
"You're so fucking sexy, do you even know what you're doing to me?" Jinki hisses, staring into her wide glazed eyes. "You want me to touch you, don't you Taeyeon?"
His fingers slide ever so slowly up the inside of her thigh from her knee. He can feel a minute trembling, drink in the way her hips are tense as if she wants to move for him and doesn't quite dare. "Tell me what you want," he coaxes, drawing heart shapes and flowers high on the inside of her thigh with his fingertips.
Taeyeon moans, almost ready to grab his hand and put it where she needs it. The aching burn seems to get worse and worse the longer they stare at each other. And now she's intensely aware of how damp she is, slick and hot and swollen. It's indecent how she feels but she doesn't care, not with Jinki's eyes and hands on her.
"Damn it, Jinki, touch me...I need it, need you to do it..." She breaks off and wiggles down lower in his lap, almost leaning against his shoulder.
Jinki doesn't really even entirely know what he's doing; he's going by the look in Taeyeon's eyes and the way he can feel her thigh shaking under his fingers. He's always loved Taemin's reactions and though the gender may have changed, he still does. With infinite care, he slips his fingertips under the hem of her skirt, gently grazing her body through the thin scrap of panties she's wearing. The panties are ruined and his first impulse is to yank the damn things off her body, but instead he pushes them against her and caresses her soft folds through the thin lace.
"You're so wet," he breathes against her cheek, almost in a state of wonder.
Taeyeon whines, shifting in an unplanned roll of her hips to grind that tight burning part of her body right up against Jinki's touch. This feels so different from when she was male and yet exactly the same. She craves and only Jinki can put that craving to rest. "That feels so....oppaaaa, more...," she urges, almost squirming in his lap.
Jinki hums, pushing the scrap of lace to one side so his fingertips can explore, skimming over the suspiciously neatly trimmed hair over her plump mound then sliding down the soft slit to part fleshy lips and caress the delicate little nub within. For the first time he understands the comparison of a woman's body to a flower, and doesn't even need to see what he's touching to comprehend.
"Tell me," he insists breathlessly close to Taeyeon's ear.
"Jinki..." Taeyeon whimpers helplessly, Jinki always seems to know exactly how and when to touch, how to make her crazy without even trying and he's doing a damn fine job of it now too. She's getting wetter, hotter and her thighs shift open wider. "Want you inside me," she whispers, flushing right to her toes with saying that and imagining what it will feel like now that she's a girl isntead of a boy.
"Aren't you just such a naughty girl," Jinki teases, his voice going husky and rough. It's all he can do not to just flip up her skirt and push her against the first available surface he finds so he can get inside her when she tells him that's what she wants. "I love you," he breathes, kissing her cheek while his thumb continues to gently circle her clit.
"Damn it..." Taeyeon hisses. It's almost impossible to fathom the pleasurable agony he's putting her through with just that soft insistent swirl of his thumb against her body. Almost wincing with the effort, she pulls away from him and stands up with a click of heels to the tile floor.
"Hurry, please..." she breathes, reaching for the button that fastens her skirt against her narrow waist. Automatically she leans forward to stare into Jinki's dark eyes, loving him so much and that very feeling making her whole body feel too hot, too tight, her skin doesn't fit her any more.
Jinki has to stare at her for a few seconds in lustful admiration. He loves the pouty look on her face, the heat in her big brown eyes. He loves the way her pretty breasts rise and fall against her skimpy little shirt. Before he can even think, he locks one arm around her waist to stop her from letting that tantalizing skirt fall.
"Taeyeon wait..." He reaches out and pulls her to him and leans his head against her waist. "Aegi...I'm not doing this like this...it's cold and anyone could come in and ...I'm still scared I might hurt you." Jinki whispers, gently rocking her before pushing her back so he can stand up.
"Oh..." Taeyeon pauses and shivers all over, leaning into Jinki hard before she falls down. "So you're not freaked out any more? I mean..."
"I..." Jinki sighs and leans his head into her shoulder. She feels delicious against him, different and yet the same and his brain is doing calisthenics to try to take it all in. "How come you didn't freak out. You're the one who woke up a girl anyway."
There's a pause, long enough that Jinki pulls back to look into Taeyeon's pretty dark eyes, watching the long lashes flutter as she considers how to answer him. "Tae?" he asks, concerned by the way her teeth are gnawing at her soft lower lip and she seems suddenly fidgety.
"Well, I always kind of...I wondered ...what it would be like. If it would be different. If you would be happier," Taeyeon replies in a near-whisper, curling her arms around him again and holding on for dear life. "Kibum says that...it doesn't matter to you, that you'd love me if I had tentacles but..."
Sighing, Jinki plucks the lunchbox off the desk and hands it to her then gathers up his backpack and other items in a quick series of movements. "It doesn't matter...I love you. No matter what," he says firmly when he picks her up in his arms bridal style. "Tentacles sounds kind of kinky though, I thought you were a nice girl," he teases.
....
Five days later, Taemin is back in his usual male form. It takes him another day to talk Jinki into trying some of the water. The next day, Jinki wakes up with long straight black hair down to his...no her behind and firm full breasts. Taemin takes one long look, slams the door in Key's interested face and pounces.
For those who might be interested or just obsessed like me, I made 3 polyvore outfits to illustrate what Taemin is wearing through out the fic.
Outfit 1 - coming home from shopping
Outfit 2 - talking to Key about Jinki
Outfit 3 - Operation seduce Jinki
Pairing: Onew/Taemin,
Length: 4263
Genre: Girl!Taemin/Fluff/PWP
Rating: NC17
Summary: While in Japan, SHINee goes on a retreat, where they are told not to drink the water. Taemin drinks some by accident and wakes up a girl. Yes, It's cracktastical.
Warnings: HET!/swearing/fluffy
Disclaimer: See my Disclaimer of Doom if you wish
Notes: This fic is way overdue. The very fabulous and also way talented in her own right min7girl requested a help_japan fic at the auction MONTHS ago. Her request was for earphones and seduction and I am praying like hell she likes this. I apologize for cutting short the smut, I hated my attempt at writing het!sex. If this fic reminds you at all of Ranma 1/2, it's meant to.
Jinki wakes up slowly. It's a known fact among the group, managers, stylists and other necessary personnel involved with the SHINee machine that he likes his sleep and does not like being awakened until the very last minute. As his brain starts coming back on line; there's an inventory taken. Slender smooth limbed body next to him = Taemin, check. His fingers trace lightly over the shape of a sharp hipbone and drowsily, Jinki frowns. Isn't that hip a little less sharp than he remembers it from last night?
He rolls over under the blankets and snuggles up behind Taemin's sleeping curled up form and nuzzles his face into his boyfriend's nape. There's a fall of silky hair in his way and he pushes it aside with his cheek to get to the smooth skin. But that's kind of odd too isn't it? Taemin got his hair cut not that long ago.
Jinki sighs and slips his hand upwards, over the baggy tee shirt the other man is wearing and stops when his palm reaches the soft firm flesh that is very definitely not what Taemin's chest felt like last night. It takes a few seconds for his sleepy brain to compute what he's feeling and then he lets out a girly shriek and stumbles out of bed.
"It's...a ... I mean that's a...I mean what?" he stutters, still at a loud and squeaky volume. His hand burns where he was just accidentally groping some poor girl's breast. It felt kind of nice, some cro-magnon part of his hind brain tells him, and he just stands there while everyone else comes running.
The girl in his bed rolls over sleepily and Jinki wonders if he's having some extremely strange dream because the girl's hair is all which way over her face but it's the precise shade of Taemin's newly tawny locks. And, the girl also seems to be wearing the same tee shirt that Taemin went to sleep in. His nose tells him that the girl also smells like Taemin, maybe a little sweeter but definitely like Taemin.
Problem though. Taemin is not a girl.
"Jinki, what's going on?" The girl demands, her tone exactly like Taemin's when he's a little bit cranky and a little bit pouty. Her voice is softer, higher than Taemin's is however, and she sits up, finally shaking her mid-back length hair out of her face.
Jinki stands there with his mouth open because this girl is Taemin. But she's not Taemin. He wonders if it's possible to have a nervous breakdown this young.
Key screeches beside him and Jinki winces at the volume. "You drank the water, didn't you? My baby's a girl! You're so pretty! But you weren't supposed to drink the water! They told us a hundred times and there were signs everywhere."
Taemin seems to be busy examining his new girl body tentatively, taking a peek down the neckline of his shirt and grinning just a bit despite the blush on his...no her...sculpted cheekbones. Jinki groans to himself and tugs at his sleep messy hair.
"It wasn't my fault!" Taemin protests with a pout that makes Jinki groan louder. "Minho hyung...I mean Minho oppa threw me in and I almost drowned. I must have swallowed some by accident."
Key gives the tallest member of the group who is standing in the hall with his arms folded trying to take a peek at Taemin's new girl self every few minutes a long glare. "You are in so much trouble buster! And quit ogling my baby! She has a boyfriend already." Key huffs and pokes Minho in the chest then grabs hold of Jonghyun's elbow before he can step any farther into the room and ogle Taemin too.
"We're going shopping in an hour, Taeminnie, don't dawdle," Key calls before he takes the other two boys into the living room of their temporary dorm to yell at them at his highest possible volume for being a couple of pervs.
Jinki blinks a few times and sits down very carefully on the edge of the bed. "Are you okay?" he asks Taemin. He can't help but stare at her, Taemin is a beautiful human being but girl!Taemin is just...angelic.
"I mean, the old guy at the hot springs said it would wear off in a few days, so I think it's not permanent. But um...it must feel weird..." God, she's gorgeous.
Taemin smiles at Jinki and stretches, running her hands through her hair before preparing to get out of bed. "I'm fine, oppa. It's a little weird, but it's not permanent like you said so I get to find out how the other half lives....Oh, you better call me Taeyeon okay? So people don't get too confused. And we'll just pretend that I'm in a manga or something."
She leans down and brushes a kiss on his brow, and then slides out of bed. Jinki politely closes his eyes but not before he sees about six meters of smooth shapely legs from beneath the thigh skimming hem of the tee shirt. Belatedly he remembers that Taemin didn't wear underwear to sleep and falls back onto the bed with a little whimper. Taemin's a girl, a very sexy girl. His life is over.
And how can it be so easy for her. If he woke up with...with what girls have in their pants, he'd be having a nervous breakdown. Taeyeon doesn't seem to think it's a very big deal. Isn't that weird? Jinki whines again and curls up in a ball, trying to ignore the raging hard on he has for his...girlfriend.
By the time Key and Taemin return from their shopping trip, Jinki has taken four cold showers and put on his loosest pair of jeans with a very old and very comfy old sweatshirt that almost reaches his knees. He's not stupid and he's always thought of himself as not gay per se, so much as just gay for Taemin, whatever that might say about him. But now Taemin is a girl, well a woman, and she has breasts and she has...other girly parts and those legs and those lips and he moans under his breath as his traitor dick starts twitching again before the two shoppers even get all the way in the door.
He picks up a pillow and smothers his face in it because Taemin/Taeyeon is wearing a pretty pink floral dress, soft roses he thinks with little thin straps on the shoulders and a fitted bodice that shows off her small pretty breasts just right. The dress flutters with lace at the hem between her knees and her thighs. As if that weren't enough, her newly lengthened hair is curly now, pulled back from her face with a wide piece of pink ribbon. That's already making his whole body quiver with passion, but evidently Key had forced Taeyeon to put on a pair of high heeled little pink sandals. Even her toenails and fingernails were painted pink. His girlfriend is practically an adorable pink orgasm right there in front of him.
Jinki decides it's all Key's fault and glares at the other boy from over the top edge of his protective pillow. Key just gives him a smug glance in reply and waves his hand at Taeyeon like, see how pretty she is?
Jinki sees, alright. He feels an almost uncontrollable urge to start at those cute toes and kiss and lick all the way up. He bites his lip and smiles at Taeyeon rather shyly from under his bangs admiring the vision of pinkness while Key organizes Minho and Jonghyun to help bring in the mound of shopping bags.
"Do you like it, oppa?" Taeyeon asks, blushing a little as she looks into Jinki's eyes. She can tell something isn't quite right with the leader but she feels a bit afraid to even ask what is wrong. She doesn't think it's because she happens to be a girl for a few days, but maybe it is? Maybe he really doesn't like women in that way? They never really talked about it except stupid variety show answers.
Jinki takes a deep breath and tries to discreetly wipe a few drops of sweat off his brow. "You look beautiful, Taeyeon. Absolutely beautiful. But, you always look gorgeous anyway." He fidgets from foot to foot and flops down in a chair. The pillow he is holding up to his face finds a spot discreetly in his lap so his delicate girlfriend won't notice he's hard as hell under his jeans.
"Look at my beautiful girl!" Key returns and waves for the pile of shopping bags to be dumped in a corner to be unpacked later. He pauses and covers Jonghyun's eyes with a hand. "Not you and not you, Minho," he orders, snapping his fingers. "No ogling my chld. Only Jinki gets to ogle and appreciate my fashion sense."
"I don't ogle," Jinki protests not that Key pays any attention to him. "She looks lovely," he adds since the younger man is definitely staring at him expectantly.
"Key made me go into the lingerie store and buy um...panties and bras," Taeyeon leans down close to Jinki's ear, warm breath brushing over his sensitive skin. "Matching sets. It was so embarrassing."
That's not a visual Jinki needs now. Taeyeon in nothing but a matching lingerie set, maybe black with pink ribbons and ...he bites his lip hard. "What are you going to do with all that stuff when you change back?" he asks to change the subject.
"Oh, I'll think of something," Key interrupts blithely.
Jinki slides down in the chair and is relieved when Key drags Taeyeon off to have her try on more new clothes. He threads his fingers through his hair and sighs. He's just not sure what to do here. If Taeyeon is in a new body then doesn't that stand to reason that she's a virgin? And he's already done the take Taemin's virginity once already, right? He felt bad enough the first time. He's just not sure he has the balls, figuratively speaking, to do it again.
"I'm going to the studio," he announces and gathers up his stuff to do just that. There's practice rooms and things there; he can find something to do there and stay out of Taeyeon's way at least until bedtime. Jinki does not want to think about bedtime.
.......
"Jinki oppa is not real happy about this," Taeyeon says worriedly to Key while obediently sashaying around one of the bedrooms in flowery shorts that are probably too short and a cute peasant blouse with sandals. "He's acting funny."
Key just waves a hand at her for her to turn around. "He's just a bit off-kilter. You were a boy when he went to bed with you last night and then you were a girl when he woke up with you this morning. Bound to put someone off their stride."
"Yes but...I mean...do you think he doesn't like girls? He acted really strange when he accidentally touched my chest this morning. You would have thought I set him on fire or something."
Snickers erupt from Key's mouth at that sentence and he sits down on the end of the bed. "C'mere. Lee Jinki is not...like me. He doesn't scope out other guys and their equipment the way I do, discreetly of course." He pats his perfectly coifed hair back into place before continuing.
"And don't look all sad. He's Taeminnie-sexual. He'd love you and want you even if you had tentacles, I'm pretty sure. So, his wonderful boyfriend is now a beautiful girlfriend. He's probably having a hard time figuring out what to do with you." Key decides not to tell his son/daughter that Jinki's real problem is that he's having issues with how turned on he is by the new girl body.
Taeyeon pouts a little at the idea Jinki can't figure out what to do with her. How hard could it be right?
"You just will have to show him what you want him to do with you," Key says, patting her cheek softly.
She nibbles a fingernail a moment and sighs. "Alright, but you have to help me figure out what to wear."
"Of course!"
....
Two hours later and Jinki is starting to wish he'd thought to bring a snack from their little retreat/apartment/dorm thing. He comforts himself with the notion that at least he's stopped thinking about Taeyeon in compromising positions. It doesn't really help much and he goes back to playing bits of melody on the piano and humming along. The truth is, the studio is actually lonely and he wonders what death by fashion outfit Taeyeon is wearing now and whether her lips still taste like strawberry chapstick and banana milk.
Giving up on doing anything even slightly productive, he fits on a set of headphones and tries to lose himself in music from the radio. Jinki likes singing along so he's belting out some crazy girl group song at the top of his lungs with his eyes closed when a cool touch slithers along his cheekbone and then disappears.
Jinki flicks his eyes open and looks around but he doesn't see anyone. Maybe he imagined it. After all, his whole day has been the stuff of wild imaginings anyway. Okay where was he again? Oh yeah, he starts singing again, laughing to himself when the melody squeaks past his range and he has to drop to a lower octave.
Now his nose starts to twitch, he can smell something. Alright, really two somethings. One ...he could swear that it was chicken. The other...it's perfume...something sweet and light and Jinki wonders what that scent tastes like if he licks the soft skin where it is applied.
"Opppppaaa," the word is sing songed in his ear and never in his life have those two syllables sounded so unfairly sexual. His eyes spring open to find Taeyeon leaning over him with both her small hands braced on the back of his chair.
He takes one look at her lovely face with those glossy red lips hovering over his and then dares for a split second to drop his eyes down her body. Jinki can't hold back the whimper that rises in his throat as his eyes linger on the soft thin black ruffly shirt that skims over his girlfriend's small luscious breasts. Jinki hisses between his teeth and looks back up at Taeyeon's face.
"Aegi, I..."
"You ran away from me, oppa," Tayeon interrupts, her manicured fingertips lightly sliding down the sides of Jinki's jaw and then linger on his shoulders. "That hurts my feelings..." To be honest, Taeyeon's enjoying this. Almost always, Jinki is the more aggressive one of the two of them, and usually that's fine with her. But doing this... it makes her shiver with heat, knowing Jinki's trying to resist her.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to hurt you, Tae..." Jinki fights to hold his eyes right on Taeyeon's face but it's so very difficult to do when Taeyeon's seductive slender body is there in front of him. His fingers are tingling and he curls them tightly against the arms of his chair.
Taeyeon isn't really listening, at least not to what her boyfriend is saying with his mouth. She's listening to his breath coming faster, to the way he's squirming in his chair. She knows Jinki very well, and all the tell tale signs of her beloved's desire are right there. She watches him swallow hard and leans in, licking a path up the side of his neck and over his chin to his mouth.
"I need you so badly, oppa," she breathes, not even having to fake the hot catch in her voice.
"Oh God," Jinki hisses low, automatically leaning forward to catch the strawberry sticky sweetness of her lips with his. "I could...I might...hurt you," he protests, in between soft in and out laps of his tongue between her lips.
"And then you'll make me feel so good, Jinki please," Taeyeon crawls into his lap, seated sideways with those long legs draped over one arm of the chair. She pauses to set the lunchbox she brought with her on the desk then wraps an arm around Jinki's neck. "I can't stop thinking about it. Ever since I woke up this morning, I've been wanting to know what it would feel like. Please."
Jinki tries to think when the rounded curves of Taeyeon's ass settle into his lap, pressing just so against the unrelenting ridge of his erection through their clothes. It's a losing battle when she's breathing in his ear, saying please, Jinki, please in between kisses. He makes one more effort, gasping when his hand slides down from her shoulder to find her midriff flat and bare beneath the loose edge of her shirt and the low slung waist of her skirt.
"We shouldn't...we really...this is so wrong," he moans softly against her throat. She tastes like Taemin when he runs his tongue against the porcelain skin...and yet...not exactly. And he can smell something, beneath perfume, beneath strawberry shampoo, beneath everything else. Sexy, slightly musky, and very, very erotic.
"Are you even wearing any panties, Taeyeon?" he demands, pulling back to look at her and keeping his hand frozen on her tight tummy rather than letting his fingertips explore. He tries to give her a stern look, but really the idea of her being completely bare beneath that little excuse for a skirt is making his brain melt.
Her sassy look at him doesn't help anything. "Why don't you find out, oppa?" she purrs, ignoring the flush on her cheeks. She drops her head and starts nibbling on Jinki's ear, loving the way she can feel him getting harder and harder
"Fucking cock tease," Jinki growls low in his throat, but Taeyeon only giggles in his ear, pressing closer into his chest.
He can't resist any longer, not when that seductive fragrance seems to wreath around him and she's panting in his ear and he suddenly wants to hear her moaning his name the way Taemin almost always does.
"Open your legs for me, aegi," he says in a softer but still rough voice, letting his hand glide down to curve against one of her knees. She's so warm and soft and he's burning alive with thoughts he didn't want to think until she showed up looking like a sex dream.
"Ohh, Jinki..." Taeyeon slides her legs open slowly, imagining how wanton the movement must look and the flush on her cheeks renews and covers her throat as well. "I...ooh..." Cooler air rushes between her thighs and seems to intensify the burning ache between them. "Jinki...please..."
"You're so fucking sexy, do you even know what you're doing to me?" Jinki hisses, staring into her wide glazed eyes. "You want me to touch you, don't you Taeyeon?"
His fingers slide ever so slowly up the inside of her thigh from her knee. He can feel a minute trembling, drink in the way her hips are tense as if she wants to move for him and doesn't quite dare. "Tell me what you want," he coaxes, drawing heart shapes and flowers high on the inside of her thigh with his fingertips.
Taeyeon moans, almost ready to grab his hand and put it where she needs it. The aching burn seems to get worse and worse the longer they stare at each other. And now she's intensely aware of how damp she is, slick and hot and swollen. It's indecent how she feels but she doesn't care, not with Jinki's eyes and hands on her.
"Damn it, Jinki, touch me...I need it, need you to do it..." She breaks off and wiggles down lower in his lap, almost leaning against his shoulder.
Jinki doesn't really even entirely know what he's doing; he's going by the look in Taeyeon's eyes and the way he can feel her thigh shaking under his fingers. He's always loved Taemin's reactions and though the gender may have changed, he still does. With infinite care, he slips his fingertips under the hem of her skirt, gently grazing her body through the thin scrap of panties she's wearing. The panties are ruined and his first impulse is to yank the damn things off her body, but instead he pushes them against her and caresses her soft folds through the thin lace.
"You're so wet," he breathes against her cheek, almost in a state of wonder.
Taeyeon whines, shifting in an unplanned roll of her hips to grind that tight burning part of her body right up against Jinki's touch. This feels so different from when she was male and yet exactly the same. She craves and only Jinki can put that craving to rest. "That feels so....oppaaaa, more...," she urges, almost squirming in his lap.
Jinki hums, pushing the scrap of lace to one side so his fingertips can explore, skimming over the suspiciously neatly trimmed hair over her plump mound then sliding down the soft slit to part fleshy lips and caress the delicate little nub within. For the first time he understands the comparison of a woman's body to a flower, and doesn't even need to see what he's touching to comprehend.
"Tell me," he insists breathlessly close to Taeyeon's ear.
"Jinki..." Taeyeon whimpers helplessly, Jinki always seems to know exactly how and when to touch, how to make her crazy without even trying and he's doing a damn fine job of it now too. She's getting wetter, hotter and her thighs shift open wider. "Want you inside me," she whispers, flushing right to her toes with saying that and imagining what it will feel like now that she's a girl isntead of a boy.
"Aren't you just such a naughty girl," Jinki teases, his voice going husky and rough. It's all he can do not to just flip up her skirt and push her against the first available surface he finds so he can get inside her when she tells him that's what she wants. "I love you," he breathes, kissing her cheek while his thumb continues to gently circle her clit.
"Damn it..." Taeyeon hisses. It's almost impossible to fathom the pleasurable agony he's putting her through with just that soft insistent swirl of his thumb against her body. Almost wincing with the effort, she pulls away from him and stands up with a click of heels to the tile floor.
"Hurry, please..." she breathes, reaching for the button that fastens her skirt against her narrow waist. Automatically she leans forward to stare into Jinki's dark eyes, loving him so much and that very feeling making her whole body feel too hot, too tight, her skin doesn't fit her any more.
Jinki has to stare at her for a few seconds in lustful admiration. He loves the pouty look on her face, the heat in her big brown eyes. He loves the way her pretty breasts rise and fall against her skimpy little shirt. Before he can even think, he locks one arm around her waist to stop her from letting that tantalizing skirt fall.
"Taeyeon wait..." He reaches out and pulls her to him and leans his head against her waist. "Aegi...I'm not doing this like this...it's cold and anyone could come in and ...I'm still scared I might hurt you." Jinki whispers, gently rocking her before pushing her back so he can stand up.
"Oh..." Taeyeon pauses and shivers all over, leaning into Jinki hard before she falls down. "So you're not freaked out any more? I mean..."
"I..." Jinki sighs and leans his head into her shoulder. She feels delicious against him, different and yet the same and his brain is doing calisthenics to try to take it all in. "How come you didn't freak out. You're the one who woke up a girl anyway."
There's a pause, long enough that Jinki pulls back to look into Taeyeon's pretty dark eyes, watching the long lashes flutter as she considers how to answer him. "Tae?" he asks, concerned by the way her teeth are gnawing at her soft lower lip and she seems suddenly fidgety.
"Well, I always kind of...I wondered ...what it would be like. If it would be different. If you would be happier," Taeyeon replies in a near-whisper, curling her arms around him again and holding on for dear life. "Kibum says that...it doesn't matter to you, that you'd love me if I had tentacles but..."
Sighing, Jinki plucks the lunchbox off the desk and hands it to her then gathers up his backpack and other items in a quick series of movements. "It doesn't matter...I love you. No matter what," he says firmly when he picks her up in his arms bridal style. "Tentacles sounds kind of kinky though, I thought you were a nice girl," he teases.
....
Five days later, Taemin is back in his usual male form. It takes him another day to talk Jinki into trying some of the water. The next day, Jinki wakes up with long straight black hair down to his...no her behind and firm full breasts. Taemin takes one long look, slams the door in Key's interested face and pounces.
For those who might be interested or just obsessed like me, I made 3 polyvore outfits to illustrate what Taemin is wearing through out the fic.
Outfit 1 - coming home from shopping
Outfit 2 - talking to Key about Jinki
Outfit 3 - Operation seduce Jinki