Statutory rape of a different kind
Heechul woke to someone opening the door to his room. He stayed in the foggy world in between being asleep and awake though and refused to open his eyes any more than a slit. He hoped it was just Leeteuk looking for his socks, but knew it was more likely one of the members looking for a late night booty call. He ignored the soft hand on his bare foot, knowing if he pretended to be asleep they’d go away.
‘Heechul-oppa?’ Heechul’s eyes shot open blearily, fear shooting though him. Had some insane fan got past security? Had Eunhyuk not closed the door properly again? The voice was familiar though, light and young and utterly innocent. It took Heechul a moment to recognize it; he was used to that voice saying his name followed by hyung and having to work to catch his dongsaeng’s soft voice. His eyes adjusted to the limited lighting and he was rewarded with a clear view of large deep black eyes, eerily similar to his own.
‘Taemin-ah?’
Taemin’s hair was swept off his face, no heavy fringe to cover the older quality his forehead lent him. Heechul let his eyes trail down the young slim body, clad in a very familiar school uniform, white sleeves pushed up, front tied in a knot reminiscent of a slutty American schoolgirl and skirt pleated, checked and alarmingly short. The lean flat planes of his young body were highlighted by the dim light and Heechul hadn’t wanted to lick something so much since he first saw Siwon shirtless.
Taemin kneeled on the end of the bed, a scarily perverted expression on his face.
Heechul had never had much use for self-restraint, he sort of did what he wanted when he wanted to do it and people around him hoped that whatever it was he was doing wasn’t too heinous. They’d learnt not to try and stop him. But here was a situation he desperately wanted to resist. Even though he could see Taemin’s beautiful pale dancer’s body, the lean ridges softened by the moonlight, even though his perfect hips were shimmying closer, even though his beautiful plump lips were wet and red and begging to be kissed, he wanted so desperately to resist. Because Heechul had no desire to be caught butt naked in bed with the SM Town magnae. No amount of fantastic sex with a minor was worth the drama, not to mention the paying out he’d get from Kangin.
Taemin was kneeling over him, prowling closer up the bed and if Heechul leaned to the left a little he could see the tiny skirt hitching up just enough for him to see the beginning of the curve of the younger boy’s ass. Either he was wearing really tiny underwear, Heechul mused silently, or he wasn’t wearing any. The redhead’s breathing picked up.
‘Taemin-ah? What are you doing here?’ His voice was still groggy with sleep. Taemin smiled, but it wasn’t his usual young, hesitant expression. It had a bite to it that Heechul had spent years perfecting in the mirror, and he spared some thought process to be upset that it clearly hadn’t taken Taemin nearly so long. The magnae’s amused expression didn’t fade as he crawled his way up Heechul’s body, looking for all the world as if he knew something that you clearly wanted to. And Heechul suddenly noticed something very different about his dongsaeng’s face. Stark, black guyliner rimmed the already huge eyes, making them sexy and sensual where they’d always been so wide and innocent.
Taemin’s mouth hovered over Heechul’s ear, lightly breathing and moist.
‘Hyung, I figured you’d be able to teach me a few things,’ Taemin ran a hand up Heechul’s bare thigh and Heechul thought about Key shrieking about virginity and innocence, eyes squeezed shut, ‘The Shinee hyungs are still just boys really,’ Taemin punctuated every second word with a ghost of lips against Heechul’s neck and Heechul concentrated on the horrified expression on Donghae’s, Sungmin’s, Henry’s face if they were watching, ‘Not nearly as experienced as you, Chullie-hyung,’ Taemin grasped both of Heechul’s wrists, pinning them either side of his head and forcing a kiss on Heechul’s unmoving lips. Heechul tried to imagine Kangin’s mocking, Leeteuk’s nagging, anything but the tongue prying past his lips. He could do nothing but concentrate on not opening his mouth.
He was left dazed when Taemin pulled away, staring sightlessly and feeling vaguely traumatized and taken advantage of. His head was telling him to throw Taemin off and run, save what was left of his soul, because if he deflowered Taemin, there was no amount of preying that would save him from hell, no matter how much he didn’t believe in the place. His other head was rapidly rising though and screaming at him to stop staring and start touching because he wasn’t getting another opportunity like this.
The decision was completely taken from him though. He made to push Taemin away, knowing he’d only kick himself later if he slept with Taemin now, but a tug at his wrists shocked him fully awake. Taemin was perched on the edge of the bed, smiling sweetly, his tie noticeably missing from his neck.
‘I see we’re going to have a few issues of morality even with you hyung. How disappointing. Well, I didn’t come this far…’ he trailed off and his hand trailed up Heechul’s leg, pushing his sleeping shirt up and resting on his hip where it began to rub gently. Heechul gasped as soft lips brushed his neck, teeth coming into play and leaving a series of love bites. Heechul whimpered and he wasn’t sure whether it was because he was being raped by someone almost half his age or because he was enjoying it.
By the time Taemin was done his wrists were chafed and sore. He ached and his ass throbbed in time with his thoroughly bitten throat and shoulders. Too exhausted to move he only weakly struggled when Taemin freed his wrists and lay him on his side gently spooning him. His last conscious thought before drifting back into oblivion was to question how a fifteen year old had delivered the most thorough ass-pounding he’d ever had.
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He woke screaming. Donghae was sitting on the bed and shaking him lightly. Heechul looked around blearily.
‘Hyung, we’ve been so worried,’ the younger boy cried, throwing himself at him. Heechul winced, shoulders stiff and backside twinging.
‘What happened,’ he groaned, shoving the younger boy away and scratching at his hair.
‘You fell down the stairs again last night and knocked up your shoulders and backside pretty bad. You’ve been pretty delirious ever since,’ Donghae peered at him anxiously and Heechul brushed him off, struggling out of bed, getting dressed and ready for recording and doggedly not thinking about his weird, delirium induced dream. He ate a hurried breakfast and followed the members down to the van, set for a day of singing and mucking around in the studio.
Grinning and shoving Siwon’s arm off him as they headed into the building; he paused when he caught sight of Shinee gathered in the foyer while their manager muttered into his phone. Taemin smiled shyly and waved at him, ducking his head respectfully. Heechul fled the foyer, disturbing memories of his strangely erotic dream assaulting him. He didn’t stick around to listen to his members swapping pleasantries with Shinee.
‘Thanks again Taeminnie,’ Leeteuk grinned throwing a friendly arm around the youngest’s shoulders, ‘It was a good thing you found Heechul after he fell, otherwise he would have lay there until one of us came home,’ everyone winced, knowing what a bad mood that would have left Heechul in, waking up on the floor
‘No problem, hyung. It was a pleasure,’ Taemin ducked his head to hide his satisfied smirk behind his hair.
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Like I said, I know I'm going to hell, but...I was thinking about how Taemin sometimes looks freakishly like Heechul and then I thought, man wouldn't it be scary as hell if he turned into a mini Heechul. and voila sluttier!Taemin turns the tables on slut!Heechul...definately going to hell
‘Heechul-oppa?’ Heechul’s eyes shot open blearily, fear shooting though him. Had some insane fan got past security? Had Eunhyuk not closed the door properly again? The voice was familiar though, light and young and utterly innocent. It took Heechul a moment to recognize it; he was used to that voice saying his name followed by hyung and having to work to catch his dongsaeng’s soft voice. His eyes adjusted to the limited lighting and he was rewarded with a clear view of large deep black eyes, eerily similar to his own.
‘Taemin-ah?’
Taemin’s hair was swept off his face, no heavy fringe to cover the older quality his forehead lent him. Heechul let his eyes trail down the young slim body, clad in a very familiar school uniform, white sleeves pushed up, front tied in a knot reminiscent of a slutty American schoolgirl and skirt pleated, checked and alarmingly short. The lean flat planes of his young body were highlighted by the dim light and Heechul hadn’t wanted to lick something so much since he first saw Siwon shirtless.
Taemin kneeled on the end of the bed, a scarily perverted expression on his face.
Heechul had never had much use for self-restraint, he sort of did what he wanted when he wanted to do it and people around him hoped that whatever it was he was doing wasn’t too heinous. They’d learnt not to try and stop him. But here was a situation he desperately wanted to resist. Even though he could see Taemin’s beautiful pale dancer’s body, the lean ridges softened by the moonlight, even though his perfect hips were shimmying closer, even though his beautiful plump lips were wet and red and begging to be kissed, he wanted so desperately to resist. Because Heechul had no desire to be caught butt naked in bed with the SM Town magnae. No amount of fantastic sex with a minor was worth the drama, not to mention the paying out he’d get from Kangin.
Taemin was kneeling over him, prowling closer up the bed and if Heechul leaned to the left a little he could see the tiny skirt hitching up just enough for him to see the beginning of the curve of the younger boy’s ass. Either he was wearing really tiny underwear, Heechul mused silently, or he wasn’t wearing any. The redhead’s breathing picked up.
‘Taemin-ah? What are you doing here?’ His voice was still groggy with sleep. Taemin smiled, but it wasn’t his usual young, hesitant expression. It had a bite to it that Heechul had spent years perfecting in the mirror, and he spared some thought process to be upset that it clearly hadn’t taken Taemin nearly so long. The magnae’s amused expression didn’t fade as he crawled his way up Heechul’s body, looking for all the world as if he knew something that you clearly wanted to. And Heechul suddenly noticed something very different about his dongsaeng’s face. Stark, black guyliner rimmed the already huge eyes, making them sexy and sensual where they’d always been so wide and innocent.
Taemin’s mouth hovered over Heechul’s ear, lightly breathing and moist.
‘Hyung, I figured you’d be able to teach me a few things,’ Taemin ran a hand up Heechul’s bare thigh and Heechul thought about Key shrieking about virginity and innocence, eyes squeezed shut, ‘The Shinee hyungs are still just boys really,’ Taemin punctuated every second word with a ghost of lips against Heechul’s neck and Heechul concentrated on the horrified expression on Donghae’s, Sungmin’s, Henry’s face if they were watching, ‘Not nearly as experienced as you, Chullie-hyung,’ Taemin grasped both of Heechul’s wrists, pinning them either side of his head and forcing a kiss on Heechul’s unmoving lips. Heechul tried to imagine Kangin’s mocking, Leeteuk’s nagging, anything but the tongue prying past his lips. He could do nothing but concentrate on not opening his mouth.
He was left dazed when Taemin pulled away, staring sightlessly and feeling vaguely traumatized and taken advantage of. His head was telling him to throw Taemin off and run, save what was left of his soul, because if he deflowered Taemin, there was no amount of preying that would save him from hell, no matter how much he didn’t believe in the place. His other head was rapidly rising though and screaming at him to stop staring and start touching because he wasn’t getting another opportunity like this.
The decision was completely taken from him though. He made to push Taemin away, knowing he’d only kick himself later if he slept with Taemin now, but a tug at his wrists shocked him fully awake. Taemin was perched on the edge of the bed, smiling sweetly, his tie noticeably missing from his neck.
‘I see we’re going to have a few issues of morality even with you hyung. How disappointing. Well, I didn’t come this far…’ he trailed off and his hand trailed up Heechul’s leg, pushing his sleeping shirt up and resting on his hip where it began to rub gently. Heechul gasped as soft lips brushed his neck, teeth coming into play and leaving a series of love bites. Heechul whimpered and he wasn’t sure whether it was because he was being raped by someone almost half his age or because he was enjoying it.
By the time Taemin was done his wrists were chafed and sore. He ached and his ass throbbed in time with his thoroughly bitten throat and shoulders. Too exhausted to move he only weakly struggled when Taemin freed his wrists and lay him on his side gently spooning him. His last conscious thought before drifting back into oblivion was to question how a fifteen year old had delivered the most thorough ass-pounding he’d ever had.
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He woke screaming. Donghae was sitting on the bed and shaking him lightly. Heechul looked around blearily.
‘Hyung, we’ve been so worried,’ the younger boy cried, throwing himself at him. Heechul winced, shoulders stiff and backside twinging.
‘What happened,’ he groaned, shoving the younger boy away and scratching at his hair.
‘You fell down the stairs again last night and knocked up your shoulders and backside pretty bad. You’ve been pretty delirious ever since,’ Donghae peered at him anxiously and Heechul brushed him off, struggling out of bed, getting dressed and ready for recording and doggedly not thinking about his weird, delirium induced dream. He ate a hurried breakfast and followed the members down to the van, set for a day of singing and mucking around in the studio.
Grinning and shoving Siwon’s arm off him as they headed into the building; he paused when he caught sight of Shinee gathered in the foyer while their manager muttered into his phone. Taemin smiled shyly and waved at him, ducking his head respectfully. Heechul fled the foyer, disturbing memories of his strangely erotic dream assaulting him. He didn’t stick around to listen to his members swapping pleasantries with Shinee.
‘Thanks again Taeminnie,’ Leeteuk grinned throwing a friendly arm around the youngest’s shoulders, ‘It was a good thing you found Heechul after he fell, otherwise he would have lay there until one of us came home,’ everyone winced, knowing what a bad mood that would have left Heechul in, waking up on the floor
‘No problem, hyung. It was a pleasure,’ Taemin ducked his head to hide his satisfied smirk behind his hair.
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Like I said, I know I'm going to hell, but...I was thinking about how Taemin sometimes looks freakishly like Heechul and then I thought, man wouldn't it be scary as hell if he turned into a mini Heechul. and voila sluttier!Taemin turns the tables on slut!Heechul...definately going to hell