Owned
Taemin is perfect. Taemin is so pretty when he looks at me and so beautiful when he wakes up in the morning. He’s so fucking sexy when he dances and that body rolls in a way that rival’s Key. He’s so innocent-like when he walks around with his banana milk handing out candy to all the staff and our coordi noonas and when he’s curled up on the couch next to Minho pretending to know about soccer. He has such a big heart with room filled for everyone we know and then some. He’s perfect and honest and innocent. And yet… he’s a fucking slut; and loves it.
I’ve learned this over the course of less than a month. Suddenly, the innocent Taemin I once knew had taken after Key and had become a vixen; a force to be reckoned with. Those smoldering eyes hold so much power and the way he moves his body can make anyone stop and stare - and he knows it, and they all do, too.
One day I woke up and the innocent Taemin was gone. He still looked the same, well, apart from that beautiful caramel-colored hair and his new wardrobe. But underneath those two small changes, he still looked like our maknae. No, he still was our maknae, but all innocence had gone to hell and now I was starting to think that Key had fewer perversions on his mind.
I first noticed it when I caught Taemin licking his lips after Minho had come out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. If that wasn’t the first sign, then the way Taemin trailed down the hallway and into Minho’s bedroom was. After that first eye-opener, I started seeing everything. The way Jinki would blush when Taemin ate popsicles. The way Key would smirk when Taemin announced he was “going outside to play,” and Key would follow him. And Minho, Minho was the bluntest of all when he stood up from the dinner table and nodded his head in the direction of his and Taemin’s shared bedroom and Taemin would jump up and practically run down the hallway.
When had this all happened? When had Taemin suddenly become a fox?
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I wake up and my bladder is practically screaming at me because I have to piss so badly. I guess that’s my punishment for waiting until it was almost time to go to sleep to drink my sixteen ounces of water. I get out of bed and stretch momentarily before I blindly make my way out of my room and into the bathroom. I leave all the lights off because there’s nothing more that I hate than having my pupils dilate in the middle of the night after I’ve been asleep. The lights hurt my eyes, so I don’t feel like dealing with them and I don’t really need them to go pee, anyways.
On my way back to my bedroom, something stirs in the stillness of the air. I would have been ready to fight if I hadn’t been able to smell Taemin’s body wash floating through the air.
“Why are you up?” I ask, and my voice sounds like total shit in the middle of the night. Or the beginning of the morning? I’m not even sure what time it is.
I hear him giggle a little bit. “You had to pee a lot, didn’t you?” he asks. “I waited out here for a little while.
I scoff a little bit. “Taemin, that’s so fucking weird,” I say, shaking my head. “It’s yours, now.”
“Oh, I don’t want the bathroom.”
My eyebrow raises and I can barely make out his form standing there in the hallway. “What do you want then?”
I hear footsteps coming my way and he says, “you,” and suddenly his lips are on mine.
My first instinct is to pull away because this is Taemin, this is my sweet little maknae and nothing can ever ruin him. Then, my second thought is fuck this, Taemin’s already been ruined by everyone else, and I kiss him back, my hands finding purchase on his hips and his finding the same foundation on the back of my neck. Our mouths both open and I shove my tongue into his mouth first because there’s no way in hell I’m going to let him think he’s running this. Him making the first move doesn’t show anything; I bet he made the first move with everyone else, but there’s no way I’m letting him control us. I’m the fucking alpha.
I push him against the wall and press my body against his and I can feel the base of his erection against my upper thigh. He’s hard as a rock already and all we’ve done is kiss. I tear my mouth away from his lips and attack his neck, kissing and biting and sucking, and the whole time Taemin is whimpering like a fucking virgin. Fuck you, Taemin, you don’t have to pretend, I know everything.
“I want you so bad,” he whispers into the open air.
Smirking, I bite his collarbone and then reach down and grip the back of his thighs, bringing them around my waist. “You’re going to get me,” I growl.
“My room,” he whimpers, “Minho isn’t here tonight.”
“Even if he was, I’d still fuck you in there,” I say, pulling him away from the wall and walking into his bedroom.
I throw him onto the nearest bed and I don’t even know if it’s his or Minho’s but I don’t care either as I crawl on top of him and let my mouth return to his neck again. He tastes sweet, but he’s so turned on that he’s starting to sweat, and everyone knows that sweet and salty are the best combination.
“Get me naked,” I demand, sitting back on my knees and in this room I can actually see Taemin in the moonlight, and he looks fucking wrecked. It’s beautiful.
His hair is splayed out across the end of the bed (I realize how lucky I was that I didn’t throw him right off of the bed) and his eyes are blown with lust. His mouth is parted and he’s feeling himself up, his own palms running over his harden nipples and he lets out a little gasp when he gets close to his cock but moves up again instead of touching it.
He listens to me and sits up to yank my boxers down and pull my shirt off, and now the only thing keeping us both from what we want is Taemin’s boxer briefs.
I lean over him, forcing him onto his back, and run my hand over his clothed erection, making him sigh and moan and beg for more contact.
I really like him like this.
He reaches down and starts to remove his underwear, looking at me for the okay, so I nod and he pulls them off quicker than he got mine off. He’s so anxious, and it’s so wrong but so fucking hot.
“Are you going to fuck me?” he asks with a lazy smile on his face. He takes my cock in his hand and starts stroking it, squeezing me from base to tip.
I almost want to punch him because he looks so coy, but I don’t. I fist his cock in return - definitely too tightly to be pleasurable - and say “I bet you’d like that, you little whore. You saved the best for last. Hands and knees, now.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice and he maneuvers under me until he’s got himself planted and posted up on all fours. He wiggles his ass a little bit and throws a look at me over his shoulder. “I prepped myself,” he says, his voice turning into a little moan. “I used four fingers, Jonghyun-hyung. Don’t you want to get inside of me?”
“Fuck,” I hiss. I put two fingers in my mouth and lave on them a little bit before I shove them into him and god, he didn’t lie. My fingers go in so smoothly I would think he was a girl if I wasn’t looking at him.
I finger fuck him for a few minutes, mapping everything out and making sure I know exactly where his prostate is, and he’s moaning and thrusting back against my hands the whole time like a needy slut; because that’s what he is.
I pull my fingers out and spit onto my hand, lathering my cock with a thin layer before I bend down and spit directly on his waiting asshole. Taemin gasps and quivers a little bit, and then I straighten myself out a little bit and push into him.
“Hyung!” Taemin shouts. I throw myself forward, forcing the rest of the way inside of him, and cover his mouth.
He moans against my hand and tightens his ass around me and I see stars for a minute.
“God, how are you still so tight?” I ask, pulling back and thrusting into him experimentally. “Jinki’s dick is huge, and I know you’ve been bouncing on it.”
He tries to say something but my mouth is still over his hand so I move it just a little bit to hear him talk. “I bounce on Minho-hyung’s dick. I only sucked Jinki-hyung’s,” he says, moaning as he does.
I snarl and put my hand on the back of his head and shove it down so that he’s looking at the floor from the end of the bed submissively. “Keep your head down,” I snap as I thrust into him again. “I’m gonna fucking make you mine. The rest of the members don’t even exist to you. You got it?”
He doesn’t reply but instead he roughly forces himself back against my cock and moans again. I grip the top of his ass in my hands and start shoving in and out of him, pushing him forward and then pulling him back onto my cock again.
At this angle, it’s hard to get his prostate so I suck on a finger for a minute before stopping and slipping it in alongside my dick.
“Hyung,” Taemin whimpers, his arms quaking with the effort of holding himself up.
I can’t fucking wait for them to go out on him.
I curl my finger up and Taemin cries out and his entire body shakes. Bingo, I think, smirking. I wiggle my finger against his prostate and start thrusting again, alternating my finger and dick inside of him and he’s a total mess.
“H-hyung, I think I’m gonna -“
I pull my finger out and quickly fist his cock to keep him from coming.
“You don’t come until I let you,” I say heatedly, giving a rough thrust for emphasis, and also because I know it’ll force him into a dry orgasm.
“Hyung,” Taemin moans, his elbows finally giving out and forcing him to face-plant against the mattress.
I smile and keep thrusting, holding onto his cock tightly to make damn sure he doesn’t get close to another orgasm. “You look so fucking good like this,” I tell him.
His ass is in the air with my cock deep inside of it, and his face is against the mattress and so are his hands as he tries to push himself back up, but I use my other hand and press down on his shoulder to keep him in place.
“I like you like this. So don’t move,” I say, gripping his hip again as I quicken my pace.
Watching his whole body jerk forward with each plunge is really satisfying. It’s even more satisfying because he’s taking it like a bitch without any complaints. He’s letting me manhandle him like the good little boy he is.
Without warning, I pull out and push on the side of his hip until he falls onto his side. I roll him over and shove back inside of him again; fisting his cock once more because I know I’ll hit his prostate perfectly like this.
His back arches and his mouth falls open in a silent moan. With him arched like this it’s hard to get deeper inside of him, so I grab his lower back and pull him up against me, letting my dick slide further in his body. I keep thrusting and his body keeps moving forward and then I realize that he’s beginning to fall off of the bed. He realizes it, too, because he throws his arms behind him and places them firmly against the ground, keeping his body in an almost straight line.
I really like where this is going. With him supporting himself on the ground, I grab him behind the knees and throw his legs up over my shoulders, giving me a better angle to slam into him at.
He cries out again like a chick and lets his head loll to the side.
I’m getting so close to coming that I almost miss how his eyes are open and he’s staring at the other side of the room. I follow his gaze and then I see the full-length mirror pinned against the wall, and I realize exactly what he’s doing.
“Are you watching us?” I ask, and I feel my hips starting to fall out of rhythm. “That’s so fucking hot.”
I let go of his cock, not caring when he comes now that I’m close, and I grip his thighs and pull them up with every thrust down. We create and ridiculous bouncing motion and the bed is creaking and hitting the wall and Taemin looks like he’s about to explode.
And then he does.
His head falls back and he tightens around me so insanely tight that I almost close his eyes but I want to watch him enjoy this, and I’m fucking glad I kept my eyes open.
When he comes, his hips jerk forward and threads of cum shoot out and onto his chest, but that’s not all, because then I hit his prostate again and milk the rest of him, and there’s drops of cum all over his neck and chin, and all of it is sliding down as his arms start to go out again and his body starts leaning towards the floor.
I keep a tight grip on his thighs and pull him back onto the bed and I’m proud to say the he looks thoroughly sexed, but I know he’ll look so much better once my cum is dripping out of his ass.
Him lying there so compliantly and dazed is really empowering. I like the fact that he can’t fight back - not that I’d let him, anyways.
I continued to thrust into him until I feel my orgasm building. “Look at you, all covered in your own cum. God I bet you like it,” I say, running my finger through a strand of cum. I hold it at his lips and he instantly lifts his head to suck on my finger, and it triggers my release.
It feels so fucking good. He’s tight around me, and I come so much that I can feel it leaking out his ass around my dick.
I pull out and watch as I do, watching my cum ooze out slowly, and then I smirk.
“I fucking own you,” I state, sitting back on my ankles, breathing heavily and trying to cool off.
Taemin sits up, his cum dripping down his chin, neck, and chest, and he grins. He fucking grins. He stands up, getting off of the bed, and wipes a little more cum off of his chest and sucks on his finger, his eyes rolling back as he does. “Actually, hyung, I win,” he says, walking towards the door. “None of the other members would manhandle me, and I knew you would. That’s why this happened.”
My jaw drops and he leaves the room to clean up.
Was I just fucking used?
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A/N: JongTae, anyone?
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