inbox #10
1. exo/shinee, taemin/kai, president and vice president of the high school anime club, any rating
2. yge/2ne1, hayi/minji, hayi can't dance, minji teaches her how, any rating
3. big bang, gd/top, they enlist at the same time and go through boot camp together, any rating
4. 2ne1, cl/any, hs au, cl is a varsity sports hotshot, any rating
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Taemin doesn’t forget. He bursts into their dorm room when Jongin unlocks the door, tossing Jongin’s comforter carelessly on the top bunk. There’s a smirk on Taemin’s lips Jongin would love to wipe off when Taemin turns around. “Great event, huh?” he says, and Jongin knows he means it, but he’s distracted by Taemin pushing Jongin’s backpack onto the floor, pulling Jongin forward by his belt loops. “How long until lights out?”
Jongin glances at the wall clock, a smile tugging at his mouth. “Two hours.”
“Good.”
Taemin kisses with a fervor that surprised Jongin once, but he matches it now, sucking on Taemin’s bottom lip and grinning when Taemin sighs. Taemin’s mouth tastes like cheap chapstick and clementines, and Jongin lets Taemin walk them back to the lower bunk, pushing Jongin onto the bed and crawling on top of him. Jongin pulls him forward by the strings of his hoodie, kisses him as Taemin gets his hands on Jongin’s hips. They’re both hard already, fuck, and Taemin doesn’t waste any more time before unbuttoning Jongin’s slacks. He smirks as he palms Jongin’s cock through his boxers, and Jongin groans, lets his head fall onto the pillow. “Stop,” he snaps, and Taemin just laughs.
“I can do that,” he says, pulling his hand up like he’s been burned.
Jongin rolls his eyes. “Can’t believe you’re teasing when you couldn’t keep your hands off me in front of the whole fucking anime club.”
“It’s too easy with you,” Taemin replies sunnily, pulling Jongin’s boxers to his knees. He spits into his hand and finally gets it around Jongin’s cock, stroking him lazily as he sucks a mark below Jongin’s collarbone. He reads Jongin perfectly as always, picking up the pace just when Jongin needs it, and before long Jongin’s coming on Taemin’s hand, his hoodie. Taemin shrugs the hoodie off carelessly before getting his hand on himself, collapsing on top of Jongin as he works through his own orgasm.
It’s then, with Taemin panting into his neck and his uniform beyond ruined, that Jongin makes eye contact with the Fullmetal Alchemist poster he’d lovingly tacked to their wall last term. “Fuck,” he moans, throwing an arm over his eyes. “We’re doing this in the shower next time.”
Taemin smiles into his neck, tugs at the skin with his teeth. “I’m fine with that,” he says. Neither of them move for hours.
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Taemin kisses with a fervor that surprised Jongin once NOOOO this is so comfortable and nice and fond slkfsd taekai's push-pull is so great here huhu T__T I LOVE HOW YOU WROTE KAI OK and taemin as the instigator is always my fave, “Can’t believe you’re teasing when you couldn’t keep your hands off me in front of the whole fucking anime club.” SOB me too kai me too. DEAD @ THE END WITH THE FMA POSTER LMFAOOO way to ruin the mood arakawa!!!! cries this was so cute i love taekai i love u ♥♥♥
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