I think I'll go crazy - JongTae
Title: I think I’ll go crazy
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Genre: Porn without Plot, Smut
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: What are you suppose to do whenever your teaching assistant is teasing your body with his tongue - - Whatever he wants.Author Note: Requested by ryeokyu. I was listening to Ready or not, and this idea came up. Haha. Thank you so much for requesting something from me, although I know it took me forever-and-a-day to finish it. Stupid writer's block. Hopefully this will be somewhat similar to what you wanted, the whole 'ready or not' theme. I tried my best to make it interesting enough and fun~ Enjoy it, baby~! :3
AND HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE~
I LOVE YOU ALL , EVEN IF I DON'T KNOW YOU YET!
This wasn’t how things were suppose to happen, not by a long shot. Running a shaky hand through his own mess blonde hair , Taemin tried to get his mind to think clearly.‘Hyung, wasn’t this suppose to be a simple study session? Not… a make out session? Even Taemin’s thoughts had a hint of annoyance. Of course, Taemin should have known better since he willingly allowed this wild animal into his home. Even if it was under the assumption that it would be studying, school work, he should have known better. What student would have thought that this would happen?! This was his damn teaching assistant! Wasn’t there suppose to be some unstated rule about not seducing a student from your class? While it was true that a teaching assistant wasn’t really a paid professional wasn’t it the same idea? Then again, maybe the reality of the matter was that Kim Jonghyun didn‘t give a fuck. He’ll do things his way and not think twice.
Feeling warm lips tickle against Taemin’s cheekbone, the younger couldn’t stop his cheeks from heating up as he tried to turn his head away from the attacking face. Although Taemin had been excited about having his handsome teaching assistant come over to his dorm room, he never thought this would happen. Taemin was a good student, trying to get through college and then start up his career as a dance instructor. Of course, that was his plan since working part time at a small dance hall wasn’t paying well enough. He absolutely loved teaching there, since he was able to teach basic ballroom dancing to many interesting individuals. But, he needed a better paycheck. That’s part of the reason why he was attending college and asking for extra help from his hyung. Well, that was what was suppose to happen, an extensive study session. Not Taemin’s time to be molested in his own bed.
Jonghyun’s hands continued to roam across Taemin’s body, touching every inch of exposed skin -- and a bit of hidden away skin -- that was possible. Gosh, why did it feel so good? Jonghyun slowly let his fingers dart under Taemin’s clothes, fingers tracing the lightly defined abs. Taemin didn’t want to admit it, but each ministration was making his breath hitch. Taemin wouldn’t mind his body being worshiped like this, fingers and lips tracing over his skin.
As Jonghyun changed positions on top of Taemin, those thoughts drifted out of Taemin’s mind the instant Jonghyun’s body weight changed. The older man plopped himself on top of Taemin’s thighs, a teasing grin danced wickedly on his lips. Jonghyun leaned backwards, slowly unbuttoning his shirt in the most teasing manner that he could. Each button would pop free, the fabric showing inches more of the tanned skin. Watching as Jonghyun lips parted and he stuck his tongue out, Jonghyun began to slowly traced his tongue across the edge of his lips. While the scene was rather erotic and appealing, there was only one thing distracting Taemin from the scene.
“Hyung, get off me. You‘re heavy.“ Taemin complained, trying to sit up and make the other person move. People might assume that Jonghyun wouldn’t weight that much, since he was thinner than most guys. But, that was a lie. All of it was a lie. Jonghyun was heavy! Why did he weigh so much? Taemin felt like he was going to be squished underneath the man undressing on top of him. What a way to die.
A small chuckle from Jonghyun‘s direction, and that was enough to make Taemin lose his temper. His eyes widened slightly as his lips turned into a pout. Why would Jonghyun laugh at him, was this situation just something laughable?
“Hyung, I‘m not kidding-” Taemin warned. His jaw dropped down as body responded to the other‘s actions. Jonghyun wasn’t behaving, since it had somehow sneaked into Taemin’s sweat pants. Taemin’s eyes strained to stay open, resisting the temptation to relax and let the other do whatever he wanted. Right now, it was getting harder to ignore Jonghyun since he was in the process of teasing Taemin’s erection.
Only the thin piece of fabric was keeping Jonghyun’s nimble fingers from what Taemin wanted.
Collapsing on the bed, Taemin wanted to cover his face. The burning was a dead-giveaway that he was getting embarrassed. But really, who wouldn’t be embarrassed when each stroke would cause Taemin‘s mouth to gasp open a little bit more. This wasn’t a girl touching him, he shouldn’t be enjoying it this much. He didn’t want to admit it, but it felt remarkable. Jonghyun knew exactly what to do with each twist of his fingers. Looking at the smirking face above him, Jonghyun’s eyes danced with excitement. An unsettling excitement that Taemin felt as well.
Seeing the excitement in the other’s eyes, Taemin knew that this wasn‘t going to go anywhere good. It was almost to the point where it couldn’t be stopped. Jonghyun would molest him in the blink of an eye, and Taemin couldn’t allow that to happen. He was a man! He wasn’t some weak teenage girl would couldn’t protect herself. Taemin was eighteen, a grown man!
Trying to take control of the situation, Taemin roughly pushed at Jonghyun. With a small push on the chest, Jonghyun’s movements suddenly stilled. Feeling his breath catch, Taemin watched in horror as Jonghyun’s hand left his erection. What was he doing? Jonghyun was only suppose to get off him, not… stop! That wasn’t something he wanted, it wasn’t pleasing to be left hanging. Shifting his hips awkwardly under Jonghyun’s body, Taemin’s eyes looked in horror at the tent in his pants. He knew that he got a ‘little’ bit turned on by Jonghyun’s actions. But, he didn’t think it was that much. It was embarrassing and Taemin wanted to hide it, pretend that Jonghyun hasn’t noticed. It was stupid, but Taemin moved around his arms trying to reach for anything to cover him up, a chuckle caught his attention.
Jonghyun shook his head slightly, a smile brightening his face. Taemin watched in horror as Jonghyun‘s hands wrapped around Taemin‘s thin wrists, gripping tight enough to leave bruises. Tugging both hands above the boy’s head, Jonghyun easily secure both wrists with one hand without a problem. Maybe it was the angle or something, but Taemin knew that he should be over powered that easily. It shouldn’t be possible! Feeling his heart pound in his chest, Taemin felt the worry creep over him. He was trapped, unable to escape, and enjoying every moment of it.
Damn, this wasn’t right. Jonghyun moved around slowly, until he moved forward to rub his nose against that smooth skin. Rubbing against the boy’s cheek, Taemin couldn‘t deny the butterflies that danced in his stomach. His eyes closed slowly, enjoying the feel of the other’s skin. Why did Jonghyun have such smooth skin, another thing for him to question. Breathing deeply Taemin tried to keep himself from losing control but the reality of the situation was that if he couldn’t escape soon, then things might do a 180 degree turn. Taemin might give into his own demands and flip the other guy over.
“Hyung, we didn’t finish studying. Come on, there isn‘t time for this.” Taemin whined, trying to distract Jonghyun. Each word seemed to be difficult to spit out, since Jonghyun ministrations were becoming more distracting. Taemin couldn’t even keep his eyes from fluttering close every few seconds, it felt so good and it’s been way too long since he’s slept with anyone. Although he didn’t plan for anything to happen whenever he invited his instructor over, this might not be such a bad thing. Right? Jonghyun was only a few years older than himself, so it wasn’t that wrong right?
Biting his lip, Taemin finally decided to give up. He would give one last attempt to convince Jonghyun not to do this, and if that didn’t work then it wasn’t his fault. He would have tried everything in his power to stop this. It would be entirely Jonghyun’s fault that Jonghyun will be walking around with a limp the next couple of days.
Moving his body skillfully against Jonghyun, Taemin carefully returned the thrusts. Each movement caused waves of pleasure for both of them, and Jonghyun couldn’t help but moan over him. Jonghyun’s hands slowly began to slack, and it was enough to give the young blonde a chance to pry his hands free. With his hands free, Taemin rubbed his tender wrists with a pout on his face. Why did Jonghyun have to hold his hands so tightly, that wasn’t a turn on. As Jonghyun’s body began to move at a frantic pace, Taemin felt his face flush with arousal. Reaching his arms out until they were resting on Jonghyun‘s shoulders, he combed his fingers though the thick strands of the other‘s chestnut hair. It was time for Jonghyun to feel how annoying it was to be teased with. Taemin‘s thin lips curled into a smile as he ghosted them against the other’s ear.
Taemin tried to speak with the most seductive tone possible, “Jjong, what if my roommate comes back early? Key-hyung wouldn’t understand, he‘ll try to castrate you. Wouldn‘t it be better to just study and live to fuck another day?”
Tilting his head, Jonghyun pursed his lips as he thought. Taemin waited quietly, wondering if his skillful acting had paid off or if this act was entirely in vain. It was a push-pull situation, since Taemin wasn’t sure if he wanted them to stop his actions. It wouldn’t be fun to finish himself off in the bathroom alone. As that sparkle danced in Jonghyun eyes, Taemin knew that it didn’t seem to work. There was no way Jonghyun would back out with that stupid smile on his lips.
“Hmm, what’s the fun in that?”
Before Taemin could even react their clothes were being stripped off. Taemin gave in to the other’s movements, letting Jonghyun undress him. After having his comfortable warm sweat pants and underwear removed, Taemin found himself watching in awe as Jonghyun stripped off his own clothes. Tilting his head, Taemin couldn’t help but smile at the others toned body. Well, that explained why Jonghyun weighed so much. He looked like the statue David in Taemin’s mind. That Greek statue of a perfect male physique, it was much better than the lean dancer muscles that Taemin gained through his years of dancing.
As Jonghyun crawled across the bed pressing his body against Taemin’s own, Taemin felt like his entire body was running a fever. What in the world was he doing? Letting someone else take off all his clothes and have sex? Yes, it was enjoyable and Taemin knew that it’s been too long since his last time, but… was it worth it? As the crisp air attacked his nipples, causing them to harden, Jonghyun noticed this with a smirk. Leaning down, Jonghyun took a nipple between his amazing lips and began to make his tongue work overdrive. All second thoughts were erased from Taemin’s mind.
Absolute intense pleasure! That’s the only way that he could describe this feeling as his nerves seemed to light on fire. “Oh god, keep doing that.” Taemin begged, pressing the others face against his chest.
Taemin couldn’t stop himself from arching his back, his eyes fluttering closed. His thoughts about being clod was gone, instead there was only husky moans escaping his parted lips. Feebly, he tried to grab onto the other‘s body to increase their contact. Jonghyun continued to suck and lick against the other’s tender chest until Taemin couldn’t take it any longer, his head thrashing around wildly.
Grabbing a hand full of Jonghyun’s hair, Taemin needed to take control of this situation. Or else he’ll be bottomed, something he didn’t want. Tugged Jonghyun’s dark-haired head up, Taemin was ready to claim the others lips. That was something that Taemin could do well. Very well, his previous lovers have told him. Locking his lips into a fierce battle, he didn’t care if they both came out with swollen lips after this. It would be worth it.
Kissing each other like they didn’t need breath, Taemin almost didn’t notice it when a hand wrapped around his leaking erection. Feeling the hand grasp around it tightly, Taemin moaned loudly when he realized that Jonghyun was jerking both of them together. Holding them tightly in his hand, Jonghyun slowly began to pump them to completion. Taemin couldn’t care any longer, wrapping his arms around Jonghyun’s head as he allowed himself to just go along for the ride. His mouth hanged open, everything going perfectly.
Jonghyun was moaning as much as Taemin, his eyes half lid as he continued to pump them together. Taemin didn‘t even care when Jonghyun began to speak dirty in a low tone, “Do you like this, Taem? Come on, moan for me. Louder, baby. Let everyone know how much you want this.”
Taemin did exactly that, letting out the sounds that he was trying to keep quiet escape. Loud moans, deep groans, his body arched as he thrust his hips into that tight hand. He didn’t care if his neighbors could hear them anymore, just letting himself be swept away by the pure pleasure. Who cares if one of the ajumma’s give him a weird look, he could live with that.
What he couldn’t live with was what happened instead. Groaning against Jonghyun, Taemin’s attention was focused on the person in front of him alone. Taemin didn’t even notice the multiple knocks on the door, the yelling coming from it, and the fact that the door had slipped open. Standing in the door way was his own roommate, staring shocked at his roommate having sex.
Taemin opened his eyes slowly, getting a perfect view of the shocked roommate. Taemin wanted to die right there, crawl under a rug and die. Jonghyun‘s movements stilled as he realized something was wrong, “What’s wrong? Did you come already? I haven’t, so don’t you dare think about stopping yet. We’ve got enough time to fix my problem… wait, what are you staring at? Taem?”
Jonghyun turned over his shoulder, trying to see what Taemin was staring down. Staring at the person in the doorway, it took Jonghyun only a few seconds to recognize the other person. A smile came on his face in that cocky manner that drove everyone crazy.
“Kibum? What are you doin’ cousin? Care to join us? ”