The Natural Progression of the Maknae's Lost Innocence
Author: kpopforlife
Word Count: 2309
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Taemin/Everyone, Emphasis on Ontae
Genre: Ummm... is weird a genre? Smut, drama
Summary: Taemin learns how empowering being submissive can be
Warnings: Cockslut!Taemin
A/N: I don't have a beta so please excuse my shoddy grammar.
Taemin’s first time giving head was with Kibum.
Everyone saw Kibum as the overbearing ‘Umma’ type, but Taemin knew differently. Back then he was just a child, alone, stressed and confused. But even then he was far from innocent. He may have been less worldly, but it was simply caused by lack of opportunity. Kibum offered him that opportunity, and he could honestly say that his first time with Kibum had been his first step out of childhood.
He didn’t remember now how it all began. He had gone to ask his hyung a simply question. His intentions had been pure, but he was never one to disappoint his hyungs. So as those things go, one thing led to another and he ended up on his knees gagging on his hyung.
Kibum said it was something he could only learn through experience.
And experience he did.
Even if now he didn’t remember the details of how it all came to pass, he would never forget the encounter. The feeling of his lips stretched impossibly wide around Kibum’s warm shaft. The weight of a dick against his own tongue, so foreign at the time, was now so familiar. He could distinctly remember the overwhelming sensations as his inexperienced tongue experimentally lapped at the older boy.
His first taste of cum was not something he would ever forget. Not because it was good. Oh no. But it was not entirely unpleasant either. He learned that cum was an acquired taste.
No, what he remembered most clearly was the look on Kibum’s face as he came. The sheen of sweat that glistened on his skin from the exertion, his eyes squeezed tightly and his bottom lip bright red from his teeth sinking into the tender flesh. Taemin would never forget that look. Knowing that he made that happen, it was what first drew his interest of giving head from experimenting to a regular activity.
This arrangement had gone on for quite some time. Long enough for Taemin to grow comfortable with the activity. He learned how to suppress his gag reflex and, with practice, mastered how to breathe while deep throating. His confidence grew as his skills improved. Knowing that he could turn the Almighty Key into a whimpering mess with such a simple action gave him a power trip like none other.
It reached the point where Taemin learned how to enjoy the activity as much as Kibum. There was just something so satisfying about the control he was given with just a simple swipe of his tongue. Teasing his hyung until he begged for release.
Taemin liked it best when Kibum begged.
It was exhilarating.
Taemin felt powerful when he was on his knees. Most people see it as a submissive action, but for Taemin he was in complete control. And being the bullied maknae all his life, he liked that power, he liked that feeling of total control.
However, all good things must come to an end, and Taemin’s private lessons with Kibum did just that the day that Jonghyun walked in on them.
At first Jonghyun had been confused, appalled, angry with both of them. But as his anger subsided his curiosity began to take hold.
How long had it been going on?
Were they dating?
Were they even gay?
Why Taemin?
Why Kibum?
Did anyone else know?
Why did they do it?
Somehow, just like his first time with Kibum, Taemin found himself on his knees showing Jonghyun exactly why they it.
Taemin realized that maybe Kibum was more maternal than he had originally thought. Kibum had always been gentle, taking things slow and letting Taemin have the reins. Never forceful but always using his body language to tell Taemin when he was doing something right or wrong.
Jonghyun was another beast entirely.
Taemin figured that it had something to do with Jonghyun’s inferiority complex about being the shortest in the company. Whatever the reason, Jonghyun was rough and controlling. While Taemin was not pleased with the role reversal, he couldn’t deny how incredibly arousing to was to be manhandled. It was a kind of treatment Kibum would never dream of using on the poor maknae. But Jonghyun had no qualms with fisting his hair tightly, pulling Taemin’s head into the angle that best suited his own pleasure and forcing his length down the younger boy’s throat until he reached his release.
Jonghyun was notably larger than Kibum and the difference took a toll on Taemin, causing him to gag and sputter around the intrusion. But like all things, he adjusted with time and practice.
Taemin soon realized that he quite preferred Jonghyun to Kibum. While Jonghyun was rough and selfish, he didn’t treat Taemin like a breakable little porcelain doll. Taemin felt manly and strong when he let Jonghyun dominate his mouth.
But Taemin liked it best when Jonghyun let Taemin do the work.
Taemin enjoyed seeing his strong hyung so at his disposal. He always kept a firm hand at Jonghyun’s hip, preventing him from thrusting as he licked and sucked with enthusiasm, tracing his tongue along the prominent veins of his shaft and teasing the ridge of his head.
Taemin loved to tease.
It also helped that Jonghyun was much more vocal than Kibum. His moans of pleasure and his affinity for dirty talk turned Taemin on in a way that he couldn’t quite comprehend.
Yes, Taemin definitely preferred Jonghyun hyung.
Soon it was a regular thing for the three of them to sneak off to Kibum’s room. It should be stated that Taemin was not always on the giving side of the equation. After all, it is difficult to be good at something you have never experienced. However, more often than not it was Taemin with the sore throat and scraped knees the next day rather than his hyungs.
But he was okay with that.
Taemin never thought of himself as being taken advantage of. His hyungs cared for him deeply. They always had. Taemin knew that his hyungs bore must of the weight of group responsibilities so he wouldn’t have to. All of them had tried to shield him from the pressures of the entertainment industry, and he was forever grateful to them for protecting him from that. So in return he helped them to relive some of that stress and sexual frustration that inevitably built up over time. It was really the least he could do. It was a mutual agreement that was simply understood.
However despite their mutual understanding of the situation, their suspicious activities soon caught the attention of the the fearless leader and even the ever-clueless Minho.
After all, Jonghyun wasn’t exactly known for being subtle.
The initial reaction had not been pretty to say the least.
Jinki was mad.
And Jinki never got mad.
Minho was furious. He had always held a soft spot for the maknae and learning of the “abuse” his hyungs had put him through sent him over the edge.
Minho always had a tendency to overact.
But when the tension eased and they began to talk rather than yell; things began to blow over. There wasn’t much to protest when Taemin was willingly partaking in these activities.
Jinki was far from happy but he relented that it was better than any of them being in a romantic relationship with each other. Purely physical was easier for everyone to handle and ultimately simpler for the group.
Minho took more convincing.
With time they all learned to accept the inevitable and simply let the chips fall where they may.
Minho had been particularly agreeable after he got over the initial shock. Agreeable in the sense that Minho began carving out a regular time slot of alone time with Taemin as well. Taemin soon found himself calling on Minho more than the others. Not because Taemin particularly liked him more. No, it was the other way around. Minho liked Taemin far more than he should. And Taemin liked being adored. He also liked being on the receiving end of their arrangement and it was much easier to talk Minho into getting on his knees than any of the other boys. While the others saw it as a chore, Minho viewed it as a chance to please Taemin, to connect with him on a deeper level.
As if Taemin was not already aware of Minho’s feelings.
It wasn’t that Taemin didn’t care about Minho. But he did not reciprocate the same feelings. And he just didn’t care enough to do something about it. He continued to play the ignorance game, letting his fingers card through Minho’s shaggy hair as he rocked his hips forward into that oh-too-willing mouth.
The benefits outweighed the guilt.
It seemed Taemin had lost his conscience along with his innocence. He had grown cold and detached. His childhood self would never believe what he was capable of in only a few years time. However, his calloused personality is what kept him afloat in this unforgiving world. He had learned to thrive in a cutthroat business by ridding himself of pesky emotions like guilt and compassion.
But Taemin soon learned that his indifference to his hyungs’ feelings came at a price. He hadn’t realized that there were rules to their little games. Taemin did not know that his skills were reserved for only his hyungs. So he was a little more than confused when he was dragged away after he was caught in the Super Junior dressing room doing what he did best.
Taemin’s first time was with Jonghyun.
He learned that he quite liked his hyungs’ form of punishment.
Taemin was not to be shared. He knew that now.
His infraction taught him a valuable lesson, to hide his outside activities from his hyungs. Unless of course he wanted the punishment that would inevitable follow the crime.
Which he often did.
Yes, Taemin had learned a lot in his four years as the maknae of SHINee.
However, the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.
While Taemin quite enjoyed the arrangement that he had grown accustomed to with his hyungs. There was still something missing.
Jinki.
While Jinki had learned to accept the situation he never was exactly comfortable with it. And he never participated.
He was leader material through and through. Always looking out for the members’ best interest. And in his mind, taking advantage of the maknae was not in anyone’s best interest.
But Taemin was tired of the game. He selfishly wanted all four of the members at his disposal.
And one of the perks of being a spoiled maknae was that Taemin got what he wanted.
With a hint of coaxing and a bit of special time spent with each the night before, Taemin managed to get his hyungs out of the dorm for the night. Leaving him all alone with Jinki for the entire night.
He plan worked flawlessly. Just as he knew it would.
Not even Jinki was immune to Taemin’s charm. Especially when it was quite literally thrown in his face.
Taemin felt the thrill of anticipation run down his spine as his fingers pushed the thin cotton material down his hyungs slim hips. He was about to have a taste of the forbidden fruit and he could not be more excited about that fact.
His eyes grew wide and eager at the sight of Jinki’s bare flesh.
Taemin had done his research and the online accounts for once were quite accurate. To say Jinki hyung was well endowed would be an understatement.
Bigger than anyone Taemin had been with.
But Taemin always welcomed a challenge.
It was better than Taemin had ever dreamed it would be. And mind you, he had fantasized about this moment a lot. It felt heavenly to have his lips stretched so painfully wide around JInki’s hard flesh. And Jinki made the most delicious sounds at the lightest of touches.
Taemin knew it was his hyung’s first time. And Taemin planned on making it his best as well.
His hyung’s impressive size made things quite difficult for Taemin, but Jinki was as gentle as could be expected of an inexperienced virgin.
Taemin allowed Jinki his first orgasm of the night, the older boy releasing down his throat as Taemin’s gag reflex squeezed him so deliciously tight.
He gave Jinki no time to recover before he pulled the older boy towards the bed. Taemin planned on making this a memorable experience for both of them. Besides, they had all night, might as well use it.
As he sank down onto his hyungs hardened member for the first time the once innocent maknae realized the irony of the situation, the experienced maknae defiling the innocent leader.
Ironic.
However, Taemin couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when he was so full of Jinki. Not when the pleasure overpowered the pain. Not when his hyung’s soft gentle hands were bruising his smooth flesh with his iron grip.
Taemin realized he liked the feeling of taking someone’s innocence. He liked the power that came with experience.
The uncertainty was evident in Jinki’s eyes but his touch so needy and desperate. Taemin had every intention of empowering his hyung with the same confidence that Kibum taught him all those years ago. And Taemin liked the idea of being the one to teach his hyung just how much pleasure the two of them could share.
He expertly rolled the two of them over, his back pressed into the cool sheets as he allowed Jinki to take the reins, giving the older a chance exercise control.
Jinki was a fast learner.
Taemin gasped, keening in approval as Jinki pressed into him deeper, harder, faster.
Of all the flavors he had tasted he definitely like innocence best.
Not quite sure what this is... I feel like there is some kind of deeper meaning that I totally missed. Probably something about how flippant people treat sex and the demoralization of society... or something. But I guess we will just leave it at slut!taemin passing his dirty dirty way onto my precious Dubu...
I am aware of how many sentence fragments there are... The awkward choppiness of the writing style was on purpose. Promise.