fake out; taemin/jonghyun {1/hiatus}
fake out; 1/hiatus; NC-17
pairing: taemin/jonghyun
summary: taemin is tired of everyone assuming he's ~precious~ and ~innocent~, because he's really a secret slut curious and wanting to know more. so he proves to his hyungs. :3 idea from a beautiful anon on Kpopficwangst.
A/N: the song taemin is performing is Drink You Sober by Bitter:Sweet.
Taemin stared at the flood of comments that had filled his Cyworld, mostly from nice sweet noona fans that always said things like oppa~ ^^ oppa is so cute~! are you eating well? you're too thin!. Honestly at times he didn't mind it - he knew he was cute, he was reminded of this every time Kibum or Jinki pinched his cheeks or Minho smiled fondly at him or Jonghyun brought him home peanut-butter cups - but as of late...
It seemed that everyone thought he was oozing cuteness and adorable and tons of ageyo and they didn't want to believe he was growing up and experiencing normal teenage urges to explore adult material, or anything of the like. When Kibum was cleaning out their old room and found a few porn magazines, he went off on a tangent about how "Kim Jonghyun, you should NOT be leaving these kinds of magazines where my precious SON can see them!!!" "Kibum, those aren't mine!" "Well they're not Taemin's, mine, Jinki's, or Minho's; that's for sure!". Taemin knew that Kibum would never suspect him, and continued to enjoy the magazines every single night. Sometimes he'd let his mind wander and imagine the various hyungs of Super Junior or DBSK, or even Jinki; when he got bored of the many pretty models.
Earlier they'd been gathered around the dinner table (manager was out buying food since Kibum accidentally set a pan on fire, and the "no sex or molestation in the kitchen" rule was implimented as Jinki wept over the charred chicken) and so being five normal teenage boys started talking about romance and love and sex and all that jazz. However they tiptoed all the topics around Taemin (because he was the maknae), much to his protesting ("You should hear half of what comes out of Kyuhyun-hyung's mouth, hyung."), making vague and awkward handmotions or strange analogies.
Taemin tries to tell them a story of how his first kiss happened when he was ten from a nice sweet girl he'd happened to be friendly with, but Jinki simply laughed and pat his head, and Kibum flashed him a soft smile, ruffling his hair. Jonghyun leaned over and pinched his cheek and Minho gave him a flaming charisma smile. "You'll get it soon, Taeminnie," Kibum smiles, and Taemin crinkles his nose up in obvious I hate you mother mode (but somehow makes this look adorable and precious), earning a squeal from Kibum on how precious and adorable his son is and an eyeroll from Jonghyun. The youngest left the table pretty quickly after that, taking his plate of food into the room they all split, sitting on Jinki's bed and glaring into his chicken bowl.
He didn't even want to begin to tell them the fact that would probably make Kibum fall over and faint, Jonghyun's hair turn white or something crazy like that, Jinki die in a puddle of blood, and Minho's eyebrows to go straight up into his hairline: Lee Taemin wasn't a virgin.
----
It'd happened about a year ago - he was visiting the Super Junior dorm like a good dongsaeng, talking to Kyuhyun (maknae to maknae; a good ol' heart to heart) like normal, when one thing lead to another and well...they'd had amazing sex right there on the couch. And then again in the shower, and Leeteuk's bed, and in Heechul's closet (where they put his fabrics to good use; and Taemin discovered that he rather liked being bound up), and a few times in the shower again, and even on the kitchen table once or twice. Of course Kyuhyun felt so guilty and Taemin had trouble dancing and walking afterwards, (Kibum scolded Kyuhyun for wrestling too roughly and Kyuhyun had just gave him a smile and a sorry about that.) but it made Taemin realize something revolutionary:
Sex was pretty fucking amazing.
And so began his semi-weekly sexcapades (using the excuse of he was practicing his dancing); usually with a few hyungs in SuJu (he smiled whenever fans called Minho the "hyungwhore" - how untrue that was), and once even with Jaejoong-hyung (did a blowjob count? It'd been Taemin's first and he wound up quite messy from where Jaejoong had pulled out last minute and Taemin had to shut his eyes because he heard that cum burned if it got in there. But that was okay, because soon Jaejoong was licking it off and wrapping lithe fingers around his member, flicking his wrist in such ways that had the younger moaning "oh my god hyung" quite loudly and shuddering into his hand, a shaking ball of nerves with a sexy-as-fuck smirking Jaejoong licking the release off his hand). Of course he kept all this hidden from Kibum and the rest of SHINee. They wouldn't believe him, anyways.
----
As he was laying there in the bed, empty bowl to the side and one of Key's infamous fashion magazines by his hip, a brilliant idea came into his mind: what if he seduced his hyungs, and proved that he wasn't all cute little innocent Taemin?
He smiled to himself before rolling over to his bunk, digging a notepad and pen out and beginning to jot down some ideas. It was his most brilliant plan yet.
----
Surprisingly Jonghyun had been the easiest for Taemin to sight and put his "plan" into action. Jonghyun had settled himself into their spare bedroom, a few pieces of sheet paper scattered around as he hummed a few measures and bars, scribbling them down and then deciding that he hated them and throwing them to the side. Taemin cleared his throat, unsure of how to get the elder's attention (he was pretty sure that going up and beginning to molest the other wasn't going to work yet).
"Tae, did you need something?" Jonghyun turned eyes on him and smiled, beckoning the other over to sit next to him. The maknae pondered this for a moment, gently grabbing Jonghyun's hand and squeezing softly -
"Hyung, I'm working on a new dance, could you come practice with me and give me feedback?"
And Jonghyun nods, leaving Taemin to smile inwardly at how easy it really was to get the other into his line. Step one, complete.
----
He purposefully selected a more sexier song that he'd seen floating around the internet (a nice noona had dropped him a message with a link to the song and he'd fell in love, after asking Nichkhun to translate it for him since his English was still shaky at points). Naturally there was no dance routine but he'd make something up, wouldn't he?
After making sure Jonghyun was comfortable in the chair he pressed play on the stereo, waiting the few seconds in for the song to begin, starting to move his hips with the sensual and slow beat, mouthing the words along with the vocalist
oh dear, look what you've done
you've made a mess of me, and i don't want to clean it up
i'm dangerously high;
you've seemed to quench my appetite.
Of course Jonghyun's mouth dropped open in shock - what would you do if your adorable maknae was wiggling his hips like that and damn near gyrating on you, eyes never leaving yours, and oh god his lips were being pressed to Jonghyun's ear whispering such dirty things
oh my, where does the time go?
it's after midnight, our clothes are strewn on the kitchen floor
you're tasty as a cake
a recipe i long to taint.
Taemin straddled Jonghyun in the chair, still keeping a good inch or so actually off Jonghyun's crotch, before sliding a hand against it and letting his mouth open in a soft 'o' of faux surprise. The older male looked away and blushed but was taken aback when Taemin cupped his chin in two fingers and brought their lips together, mouthing again
i want to drink you sober,
want you to be my lover.
"Hyung," Taemin whispers out in a voice full of lust; and Jonghyun's gone, pressing soft kisses all over Taemin's lips and reaching hands into his pants and gently running nails up the maknae's thighs. "Hyung, please, I want you; but can you..."
And Jonghyun pauses, realizing that Taemin's whispering for him to be "gentle, it's my first time" and suddenly he's feeling guilty, about to ask if it's really okay when suddenly the dancer's sucking the vocalist's fingers into his mouth and wrapping that tongue of his around them in a shockingly good mimicry of a blowjob (and Jonghyun thinks that this could put Key to shame) and everything rational definitely went on vacation, so he's thinking.
He works Taemin's pants down and Taemin's rocking hips together, desperate for any friction, and it's really driving Jonghyun mad. So he slips the fingers out of Taemin's mouth (loving the way the other makes a whine of loss), gently pushes the dancer down onto the floor on a nearby mat (hitting one's head on a hardwood floor was very painful) and rubs a finger around Taemin's entrance, watching the brunette's half-lidded expression play on his face.
Jonghyun knows that he's about to taint innocence, but he doesn't really care. He slips a finger in after a few moments and watches Taemin's face contort into pain for a few moments and a broken "Hyung" escapes him as his hips arch up off the mat; and Jonghyun adds a second finger and begins to scissor them, loving the way Taemin cries out his name when he finds that special spot inside him.
Precum's going to have to do; and he's sliding into Taemin a few moments later and letting out a hiss at how tight the maknae is. And Taemin's letting out all these gorgeous noises and ouh yes, move is slipping from those dangerously plump lips as one of Tae's hands slips down and starts playing with his leaking erection. Jonghyun obeys and slides in and out a few times to make sure the maknae's used to it before lifting up one of those gorgeous legs and causing Taemin to howl at the angle change because it's so fucking perfect and he thinks it's some of the best sex he's ever had in his life so far.
His hand is speeding up while Jonghyun's pressing soft kisses and bites on Taemin's thighs, and finally with a long breathy moan of "Oh fucking christ, Jonghyun", Taemin releases between their bodies, the older male following after one last thrust and murmur of "Taemin", spilling into the younger male and damn near blacking out because of the intense heat. Through the haze, he thinks he sees Taemin licking some of his own release off his chest, but he really isn't sure.
They lay there for a few moments, panting and brushing sweat soaked bangs off each other's foreheads; and Taemin stands up on shaky legs to press the 'stop' button on the stereo, collapsing next to it and panting heavily .
He does allow Jonghyun to dress him and attempt to carry him to bed; but they give up about halfway through the house and just collapse in the hallway.
Needless to say, Jinki and Kibum were horribly confused when they found them passed out in the hallway, Taemin curled up with Jonghyun. Kibum shrugs it off and then accuses Jonghyun of forgetting to put the mats away in the dance studio, yet again.
Taemin just smiles to himself back in his room, striking a name off the list hidden carefully under his pillow.
One down, three to go.
pairing: taemin/jonghyun
summary: taemin is tired of everyone assuming he's ~precious~ and ~innocent~, because he's really a secret slut curious and wanting to know more. so he proves to his hyungs. :3 idea from a beautiful anon on Kpopficwangst.
A/N: the song taemin is performing is Drink You Sober by Bitter:Sweet.
Taemin stared at the flood of comments that had filled his Cyworld, mostly from nice sweet noona fans that always said things like oppa~ ^^ oppa is so cute~! are you eating well? you're too thin!. Honestly at times he didn't mind it - he knew he was cute, he was reminded of this every time Kibum or Jinki pinched his cheeks or Minho smiled fondly at him or Jonghyun brought him home peanut-butter cups - but as of late...
It seemed that everyone thought he was oozing cuteness and adorable and tons of ageyo and they didn't want to believe he was growing up and experiencing normal teenage urges to explore adult material, or anything of the like. When Kibum was cleaning out their old room and found a few porn magazines, he went off on a tangent about how "Kim Jonghyun, you should NOT be leaving these kinds of magazines where my precious SON can see them!!!" "Kibum, those aren't mine!" "Well they're not Taemin's, mine, Jinki's, or Minho's; that's for sure!". Taemin knew that Kibum would never suspect him, and continued to enjoy the magazines every single night. Sometimes he'd let his mind wander and imagine the various hyungs of Super Junior or DBSK, or even Jinki; when he got bored of the many pretty models.
Earlier they'd been gathered around the dinner table (manager was out buying food since Kibum accidentally set a pan on fire, and the "no sex or molestation in the kitchen" rule was implimented as Jinki wept over the charred chicken) and so being five normal teenage boys started talking about romance and love and sex and all that jazz. However they tiptoed all the topics around Taemin (because he was the maknae), much to his protesting ("You should hear half of what comes out of Kyuhyun-hyung's mouth, hyung."), making vague and awkward handmotions or strange analogies.
Taemin tries to tell them a story of how his first kiss happened when he was ten from a nice sweet girl he'd happened to be friendly with, but Jinki simply laughed and pat his head, and Kibum flashed him a soft smile, ruffling his hair. Jonghyun leaned over and pinched his cheek and Minho gave him a flaming charisma smile. "You'll get it soon, Taeminnie," Kibum smiles, and Taemin crinkles his nose up in obvious I hate you mother mode (but somehow makes this look adorable and precious), earning a squeal from Kibum on how precious and adorable his son is and an eyeroll from Jonghyun. The youngest left the table pretty quickly after that, taking his plate of food into the room they all split, sitting on Jinki's bed and glaring into his chicken bowl.
He didn't even want to begin to tell them the fact that would probably make Kibum fall over and faint, Jonghyun's hair turn white or something crazy like that, Jinki die in a puddle of blood, and Minho's eyebrows to go straight up into his hairline: Lee Taemin wasn't a virgin.
----
It'd happened about a year ago - he was visiting the Super Junior dorm like a good dongsaeng, talking to Kyuhyun (maknae to maknae; a good ol' heart to heart) like normal, when one thing lead to another and well...they'd had amazing sex right there on the couch. And then again in the shower, and Leeteuk's bed, and in Heechul's closet (where they put his fabrics to good use; and Taemin discovered that he rather liked being bound up), and a few times in the shower again, and even on the kitchen table once or twice. Of course Kyuhyun felt so guilty and Taemin had trouble dancing and walking afterwards, (Kibum scolded Kyuhyun for wrestling too roughly and Kyuhyun had just gave him a smile and a sorry about that.) but it made Taemin realize something revolutionary:
Sex was pretty fucking amazing.
And so began his semi-weekly sexcapades (using the excuse of he was practicing his dancing); usually with a few hyungs in SuJu (he smiled whenever fans called Minho the "hyungwhore" - how untrue that was), and once even with Jaejoong-hyung (did a blowjob count? It'd been Taemin's first and he wound up quite messy from where Jaejoong had pulled out last minute and Taemin had to shut his eyes because he heard that cum burned if it got in there. But that was okay, because soon Jaejoong was licking it off and wrapping lithe fingers around his member, flicking his wrist in such ways that had the younger moaning "oh my god hyung" quite loudly and shuddering into his hand, a shaking ball of nerves with a sexy-as-fuck smirking Jaejoong licking the release off his hand). Of course he kept all this hidden from Kibum and the rest of SHINee. They wouldn't believe him, anyways.
----
As he was laying there in the bed, empty bowl to the side and one of Key's infamous fashion magazines by his hip, a brilliant idea came into his mind: what if he seduced his hyungs, and proved that he wasn't all cute little innocent Taemin?
He smiled to himself before rolling over to his bunk, digging a notepad and pen out and beginning to jot down some ideas. It was his most brilliant plan yet.
----
Surprisingly Jonghyun had been the easiest for Taemin to sight and put his "plan" into action. Jonghyun had settled himself into their spare bedroom, a few pieces of sheet paper scattered around as he hummed a few measures and bars, scribbling them down and then deciding that he hated them and throwing them to the side. Taemin cleared his throat, unsure of how to get the elder's attention (he was pretty sure that going up and beginning to molest the other wasn't going to work yet).
"Tae, did you need something?" Jonghyun turned eyes on him and smiled, beckoning the other over to sit next to him. The maknae pondered this for a moment, gently grabbing Jonghyun's hand and squeezing softly -
"Hyung, I'm working on a new dance, could you come practice with me and give me feedback?"
And Jonghyun nods, leaving Taemin to smile inwardly at how easy it really was to get the other into his line. Step one, complete.
----
He purposefully selected a more sexier song that he'd seen floating around the internet (a nice noona had dropped him a message with a link to the song and he'd fell in love, after asking Nichkhun to translate it for him since his English was still shaky at points). Naturally there was no dance routine but he'd make something up, wouldn't he?
After making sure Jonghyun was comfortable in the chair he pressed play on the stereo, waiting the few seconds in for the song to begin, starting to move his hips with the sensual and slow beat, mouthing the words along with the vocalist
oh dear, look what you've done
you've made a mess of me, and i don't want to clean it up
i'm dangerously high;
you've seemed to quench my appetite.
Of course Jonghyun's mouth dropped open in shock - what would you do if your adorable maknae was wiggling his hips like that and damn near gyrating on you, eyes never leaving yours, and oh god his lips were being pressed to Jonghyun's ear whispering such dirty things
oh my, where does the time go?
it's after midnight, our clothes are strewn on the kitchen floor
you're tasty as a cake
a recipe i long to taint.
Taemin straddled Jonghyun in the chair, still keeping a good inch or so actually off Jonghyun's crotch, before sliding a hand against it and letting his mouth open in a soft 'o' of faux surprise. The older male looked away and blushed but was taken aback when Taemin cupped his chin in two fingers and brought their lips together, mouthing again
i want to drink you sober,
want you to be my lover.
"Hyung," Taemin whispers out in a voice full of lust; and Jonghyun's gone, pressing soft kisses all over Taemin's lips and reaching hands into his pants and gently running nails up the maknae's thighs. "Hyung, please, I want you; but can you..."
And Jonghyun pauses, realizing that Taemin's whispering for him to be "gentle, it's my first time" and suddenly he's feeling guilty, about to ask if it's really okay when suddenly the dancer's sucking the vocalist's fingers into his mouth and wrapping that tongue of his around them in a shockingly good mimicry of a blowjob (and Jonghyun thinks that this could put Key to shame) and everything rational definitely went on vacation, so he's thinking.
He works Taemin's pants down and Taemin's rocking hips together, desperate for any friction, and it's really driving Jonghyun mad. So he slips the fingers out of Taemin's mouth (loving the way the other makes a whine of loss), gently pushes the dancer down onto the floor on a nearby mat (hitting one's head on a hardwood floor was very painful) and rubs a finger around Taemin's entrance, watching the brunette's half-lidded expression play on his face.
Jonghyun knows that he's about to taint innocence, but he doesn't really care. He slips a finger in after a few moments and watches Taemin's face contort into pain for a few moments and a broken "Hyung" escapes him as his hips arch up off the mat; and Jonghyun adds a second finger and begins to scissor them, loving the way Taemin cries out his name when he finds that special spot inside him.
Precum's going to have to do; and he's sliding into Taemin a few moments later and letting out a hiss at how tight the maknae is. And Taemin's letting out all these gorgeous noises and ouh yes, move is slipping from those dangerously plump lips as one of Tae's hands slips down and starts playing with his leaking erection. Jonghyun obeys and slides in and out a few times to make sure the maknae's used to it before lifting up one of those gorgeous legs and causing Taemin to howl at the angle change because it's so fucking perfect and he thinks it's some of the best sex he's ever had in his life so far.
His hand is speeding up while Jonghyun's pressing soft kisses and bites on Taemin's thighs, and finally with a long breathy moan of "Oh fucking christ, Jonghyun", Taemin releases between their bodies, the older male following after one last thrust and murmur of "Taemin", spilling into the younger male and damn near blacking out because of the intense heat. Through the haze, he thinks he sees Taemin licking some of his own release off his chest, but he really isn't sure.
They lay there for a few moments, panting and brushing sweat soaked bangs off each other's foreheads; and Taemin stands up on shaky legs to press the 'stop' button on the stereo, collapsing next to it and panting heavily .
He does allow Jonghyun to dress him and attempt to carry him to bed; but they give up about halfway through the house and just collapse in the hallway.
Needless to say, Jinki and Kibum were horribly confused when they found them passed out in the hallway, Taemin curled up with Jonghyun. Kibum shrugs it off and then accuses Jonghyun of forgetting to put the mats away in the dance studio, yet again.
Taemin just smiles to himself back in his room, striking a name off the list hidden carefully under his pillow.
One down, three to go.