Go Stop
go stop; ontae; nc-17; 2205 words
The beginning was an idea of taerection (now offyu) on tumblr and it kinda fit within this mafia au I had created for them in my head. I don't have it in me right now to flesh the idea out into a chaptered story with plot so here’s my mostly PWP rendition of an overused plot bunny.
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The room is small, windowless, all grey walled and smoke filled, one of his favorite places to be. The cards are familiar in his hand although his two opponents across the table are strangers, new prey. The air is heavy and humid and they’re beginning to sweat, beads collecting on their noses. He should be sweating too, in his pressed jacket and his fake scar, this time stretching from his nose to his ears, but he’s used to it, the lights dim and the cigarette he lit burning out on the ashtray.
A creak of the door from his right brings in a brush of cooler air and the eyes of the two across the table flick towards it in nervousness. But it’s only a waiter, tall and sleek, this time in pressed slacks and thin white shirt, opened wide at the collars, his hair falling in wisps across his face. He carefully places drinks down in front of the men, who smile up at him like they’ve been granted reprieve.They relax and Jinki can’t stop the smirk spreading across his face, his pity for the men growing. They’re afraid for the sword stroke falling from above when the cobra is already in the room with them, waiting to strike.
The waiter makes his way around the table to him, hips swaying before he leans over to place JInki’s drink in front of him. He casually sweeps his hair away from his neck and Jinki’s eye is drawn to the 1:1 drawn there in eyeliner and he knows Taemin is waiting for his order to strike. Just one word from him and the throats of the men across the table would be slit open. But Jinki really wants to play a game of Go Stop with them first, because it’s really hard nowadays to find people willing to play with him and he hasn't played in a long while, so he merely shakes his head. And he can tell Taemin is disappointed by the lines in his body as he straightens and asks if there was anything else they’d like, a tiny pull down on his lips as his bottom lips jut out just a bit.
Jinki only smiles up at him, stroking hidden fingers down his back. He makes sure his promise to make it up to him is accepted, sliding firm fingers between his own thighs, up up until he’s brushing heated skin and Taemin’s flushing as he hurriedly bows and flees the room.
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Taemin studies his hands, his perfectly manicured nails, as he strips out of his clothes. His hands are clean, not really surprising because he’s damn good at his job, the only reason he’s landed his position anyway. But he’d been flustered enough today by Jinki’s teasing that he’d gotten blood splashed on his sleeve. His sleeve! Nevermind that Key would grumble about the ruined silk shirt for the rest of the week, his reputation was at stake. He never ever left evidence on his person, was never distracted and yet two weeks into the torrid affair that was his relationship with Jinki he was already losing it. Was Jinki really worth his job?
A groan rises from his chest when the resounding answer to the question in his head is a yes. Yes because the pleasure he gets from the kills, the thrill of moving effortlessly, soundlessly behind someone and snuffing out their life was eclipsed by the pleasure Jinki brings him. Jinki is heady pleasure, all sensual and all his. And really the only reason he’d slipped up today was because he hadn’t touched Jinki in two days. They’d both been too busy, too caught up in the machinations of power struggles to even tolerate sleeping next to one another because Taemin takes what he wants, and if Jinki was within arms reach he’d want and take and take until they were both too tired the next morning to focus.
There’s the slightest sound coming from behind him and his body reacts before conscious thought, twisting around with a blade in his hands, held tight against the throat of the intruder. His mind registers that it’s just Jinki a second later and he lowers his hand, his cheeks flushing angry at how despite all his warnings Jinki still likes to sneak up on him. One of these days he’d end up with a knife in his throat and what would Taemin do then? He angrily flings the knife into the opposite wall and jumps into the shower. He catches Jinki watching him out of the corner of his eye and he flushes for a different reason. Jinki never makes it a secret how much he wants Taemin, no matter where they are at any moment. He’s leaning back across the counter now, the outline of his hard cock pressing up against his jeans, on display and waiting for Taemin to give in and call out for him. So Taemin does, because two days is too long and he might as well put his anger to good use.
Jinki glides over effortlessly and reaches to pull the knife out of the wall before handing it to Taemin, hilt first. He yanks the knife from him and a hair thin cut starts beading blood on Jinki’s palm and Taemin almost feels guilty. Almost but not quite because Jinki's bringing his hand up and licking at it, his eyes half lidded, quietly waiting and Taemin shoves his jacket off his shoulder impatiently before sliding the knife up the front of his undoubtedly expensive soft as silk shirt, cutting it open effortlessly. Key will try to strangle him to hell later but he doesn’t really care right now, reaching up and yanking at the buttons of Jinki’s jeans. He’d cut them up if they didn’t happen to be his jeans, if he didn’t actually like the way Jinki had to work to squeeze into them, if he didn’t love the way they cupped Jinki’s ass. But he does, so he just lets Jinki struggle with them instead, throwing the knife off into another corner.
The thud as it sinks into the wall is matched by the soft thump of the remainder of Jinki’s clothes hitting the floor and Taemin glares as he makes his way into the shower. His smile is placating, almost smug and Taemin isn’t having any of that, not when his blood is raging, so he reaches in and throws Jinki under the spray of water. Jinki’s surprise is written all over his face, because he’s really not used to Taemin’s strength yet and Taemin smirks, smoothing a hand down Jinki’s chest, blinking up through the water. He presses against Jinki, biting a kiss into his lips, pushing him against the cold shower wall and drags his legs up to wrap around his waist.
Jinki squeezes his thighs around his waist experimentally, not quite believing that Taemin can support his weight until Taemin lets go with a smirk. Jinki can’t help his gasp, can’t help twisting his fingers into Taemin’s hair at Taemin’s strength, can’t help rubbing his body against the taut muscles of Taemin’s stomach. Taemin’s sliding kisses down his jaw, all wet heat and scrape of teeth and Jinki decides to give up thinking for feeling. Just pure feeling, feeling the bite of Taemin’s fingers into his waist, feeling the head of his cock rub against Taemin’s smooth skin, leaving a slick trail of precum behind. Feeling himself slide down the wall, feeling for a heart stopping second like he was falling, feeling until Taemin reaches up a hand to stop him with a hard tug on his cock. His fingers are slick with water and his favorite body wash and he can’t remember when Taemin had the time to reach for it but Taemin is jerking him hard and he no longer cares. The last two days have built him up something fierce and he’s fucking mewling into the mouth of the shower head and he’s not even a bit ashamed, can’t care about pride when Taemin’s rubbing his thumb teasingly over him.
He can feel Taemin rubbing against his lower back, smearing precum against his skin and he tries to return the pleasure, tries to rub himself against his hard heat. Taemin doesn’t let up, twisting his fingers right under his head, swiping his thumb over the vein there just how he likes it and Jinki’s trying hard to focus, curling his back. And Taemin takes pity on him, on both of them, because he’s squirting body wash, deep blue, over his fingers and he’s pulling Jinki’s body away, the bottle clattering to the floor. Jinki tries to help, he does, but he’s immobilized by the heat in Taemin’s eyes and all he can do is hold himself against the wall as Taemin slips his fingers in the inch of space between their bodies. He’s curling one finger in and Jinki can’t breathe. His head is turned up, mouth open wide and the showerhead is filling him with water and he can’t breathe. He wants more, and he wants to skip the preparations but he knows he can't, not if he wants to walk tomorrow because Taemin is by no means small.
Taemin slips another finger in and Jinki can feel himself clenching down, too sudden and Taemin purrs at him, thrusting his fingers deeper and Jinki chokes. He sputters, and his eyes water but Taemin's not stopping, pushing in another finger, brushing his prostate and Jinki's world draws into the pinpoint of pleasure. He reaches down to tug at his cock, so close, so very close but Taemin's fingers stop him, gripping him hard at the base. He punishes Jinki with his other hand, pushing in a fourth finger and splaying them wide inside him, opening him up until Jinki can feel the water trickling into him, cold against his heat and he squirms. He tugs his fingers into his long strands of hair and pulls forward until he's drowning them in kisses and cries, promising not to touch himself again if only Taemin would please please do something.
And Taemin does, ever so slowly, pulling his fingers out with loud pops and reaching up to level their bodies. Jinki's holding his breath, waiting as Taemin brushes against him, waiting until Taemin's pushing in before letting loose his moan. He can feel the stretch, a burn he's still not used to rushing to overtake the pleasure and he grabs hold of it to hang onto sanity. Taemin’s taking it slow but it’s by no means a relief, not when he’s teasing, just barely moving and Jinki’s wanting more. He tries bucking his hips, anything to get Taemin to move but he has no leverage, and he realizes with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that Taemin’s waiting for him to beg. So he throws his arms around Taemin and pulls until their chests are sliding together and Taemin’s all but pinning him to the wall, until he’s regained some control, until he can sink down the full length of Taemin’s cock. A sob catches in his throat when Taemin pulls out all the way not a second after, his fingers pinning Jinki’s hips to the wall, his eyes burning and Jinki doesn’t even know when but he’s begging shamelessly, please please please against the skin of his throat.
Just a seconds warning, fingers tightening around his hips before Taemin is fucking him, hard and Jinki’s head slams against the wall, his vision going white and his moan caught in his throat. It’s not gentle but it’s just what he needs, Taemin’s breathe against his neck and the bruising force of being fucked into the wall. Taemin is whispering against his ear, don’t fucking sneak up on me again, and Jinki scrapes his blunt nails down his back, pleading I won’t I won’t please don’t stop.
And Taemin has no intention of stopping, not when he’s so close but he does slow down, rolling his hips to brush his spot on every stroke just to get his message across. He leans down to swallow Jinki’s broken pleas into his mouth, distracting him with teeth and tongue before slamming back in. He can tell Jinki's almost there, his jaw slack and his muscles tense so he reaches down and runs a finger up the length of his cock and Jinki falls apart with a broken cry of his name.
His back arched, eyes wide, Adam's apple bobbing for air, Jinki's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and fuck because he's his. He throws himself over the edge with just that thought and another thrust, biting back Jinki's name on the edge of his tongue. He can swear he's seeing stars, fucking stars as he comes down, his limbs shaking as Jinki unwraps his legs and slides bonelessly down the wall before Taemin can catch him. He collapses gracelessly to his knees seconds after and he can’t for the life of him remember why he was even angry at Jinki in the first place.
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yea I had no idea what to do at the end, please don’t kill me lol ;-;
The beginning was an idea of taerection (now offyu) on tumblr and it kinda fit within this mafia au I had created for them in my head. I don't have it in me right now to flesh the idea out into a chaptered story with plot so here’s my mostly PWP rendition of an overused plot bunny.
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The room is small, windowless, all grey walled and smoke filled, one of his favorite places to be. The cards are familiar in his hand although his two opponents across the table are strangers, new prey. The air is heavy and humid and they’re beginning to sweat, beads collecting on their noses. He should be sweating too, in his pressed jacket and his fake scar, this time stretching from his nose to his ears, but he’s used to it, the lights dim and the cigarette he lit burning out on the ashtray.
A creak of the door from his right brings in a brush of cooler air and the eyes of the two across the table flick towards it in nervousness. But it’s only a waiter, tall and sleek, this time in pressed slacks and thin white shirt, opened wide at the collars, his hair falling in wisps across his face. He carefully places drinks down in front of the men, who smile up at him like they’ve been granted reprieve.They relax and Jinki can’t stop the smirk spreading across his face, his pity for the men growing. They’re afraid for the sword stroke falling from above when the cobra is already in the room with them, waiting to strike.
The waiter makes his way around the table to him, hips swaying before he leans over to place JInki’s drink in front of him. He casually sweeps his hair away from his neck and Jinki’s eye is drawn to the 1:1 drawn there in eyeliner and he knows Taemin is waiting for his order to strike. Just one word from him and the throats of the men across the table would be slit open. But Jinki really wants to play a game of Go Stop with them first, because it’s really hard nowadays to find people willing to play with him and he hasn't played in a long while, so he merely shakes his head. And he can tell Taemin is disappointed by the lines in his body as he straightens and asks if there was anything else they’d like, a tiny pull down on his lips as his bottom lips jut out just a bit.
Jinki only smiles up at him, stroking hidden fingers down his back. He makes sure his promise to make it up to him is accepted, sliding firm fingers between his own thighs, up up until he’s brushing heated skin and Taemin’s flushing as he hurriedly bows and flees the room.
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Taemin studies his hands, his perfectly manicured nails, as he strips out of his clothes. His hands are clean, not really surprising because he’s damn good at his job, the only reason he’s landed his position anyway. But he’d been flustered enough today by Jinki’s teasing that he’d gotten blood splashed on his sleeve. His sleeve! Nevermind that Key would grumble about the ruined silk shirt for the rest of the week, his reputation was at stake. He never ever left evidence on his person, was never distracted and yet two weeks into the torrid affair that was his relationship with Jinki he was already losing it. Was Jinki really worth his job?
A groan rises from his chest when the resounding answer to the question in his head is a yes. Yes because the pleasure he gets from the kills, the thrill of moving effortlessly, soundlessly behind someone and snuffing out their life was eclipsed by the pleasure Jinki brings him. Jinki is heady pleasure, all sensual and all his. And really the only reason he’d slipped up today was because he hadn’t touched Jinki in two days. They’d both been too busy, too caught up in the machinations of power struggles to even tolerate sleeping next to one another because Taemin takes what he wants, and if Jinki was within arms reach he’d want and take and take until they were both too tired the next morning to focus.
There’s the slightest sound coming from behind him and his body reacts before conscious thought, twisting around with a blade in his hands, held tight against the throat of the intruder. His mind registers that it’s just Jinki a second later and he lowers his hand, his cheeks flushing angry at how despite all his warnings Jinki still likes to sneak up on him. One of these days he’d end up with a knife in his throat and what would Taemin do then? He angrily flings the knife into the opposite wall and jumps into the shower. He catches Jinki watching him out of the corner of his eye and he flushes for a different reason. Jinki never makes it a secret how much he wants Taemin, no matter where they are at any moment. He’s leaning back across the counter now, the outline of his hard cock pressing up against his jeans, on display and waiting for Taemin to give in and call out for him. So Taemin does, because two days is too long and he might as well put his anger to good use.
Jinki glides over effortlessly and reaches to pull the knife out of the wall before handing it to Taemin, hilt first. He yanks the knife from him and a hair thin cut starts beading blood on Jinki’s palm and Taemin almost feels guilty. Almost but not quite because Jinki's bringing his hand up and licking at it, his eyes half lidded, quietly waiting and Taemin shoves his jacket off his shoulder impatiently before sliding the knife up the front of his undoubtedly expensive soft as silk shirt, cutting it open effortlessly. Key will try to strangle him to hell later but he doesn’t really care right now, reaching up and yanking at the buttons of Jinki’s jeans. He’d cut them up if they didn’t happen to be his jeans, if he didn’t actually like the way Jinki had to work to squeeze into them, if he didn’t love the way they cupped Jinki’s ass. But he does, so he just lets Jinki struggle with them instead, throwing the knife off into another corner.
The thud as it sinks into the wall is matched by the soft thump of the remainder of Jinki’s clothes hitting the floor and Taemin glares as he makes his way into the shower. His smile is placating, almost smug and Taemin isn’t having any of that, not when his blood is raging, so he reaches in and throws Jinki under the spray of water. Jinki’s surprise is written all over his face, because he’s really not used to Taemin’s strength yet and Taemin smirks, smoothing a hand down Jinki’s chest, blinking up through the water. He presses against Jinki, biting a kiss into his lips, pushing him against the cold shower wall and drags his legs up to wrap around his waist.
Jinki squeezes his thighs around his waist experimentally, not quite believing that Taemin can support his weight until Taemin lets go with a smirk. Jinki can’t help his gasp, can’t help twisting his fingers into Taemin’s hair at Taemin’s strength, can’t help rubbing his body against the taut muscles of Taemin’s stomach. Taemin’s sliding kisses down his jaw, all wet heat and scrape of teeth and Jinki decides to give up thinking for feeling. Just pure feeling, feeling the bite of Taemin’s fingers into his waist, feeling the head of his cock rub against Taemin’s smooth skin, leaving a slick trail of precum behind. Feeling himself slide down the wall, feeling for a heart stopping second like he was falling, feeling until Taemin reaches up a hand to stop him with a hard tug on his cock. His fingers are slick with water and his favorite body wash and he can’t remember when Taemin had the time to reach for it but Taemin is jerking him hard and he no longer cares. The last two days have built him up something fierce and he’s fucking mewling into the mouth of the shower head and he’s not even a bit ashamed, can’t care about pride when Taemin’s rubbing his thumb teasingly over him.
He can feel Taemin rubbing against his lower back, smearing precum against his skin and he tries to return the pleasure, tries to rub himself against his hard heat. Taemin doesn’t let up, twisting his fingers right under his head, swiping his thumb over the vein there just how he likes it and Jinki’s trying hard to focus, curling his back. And Taemin takes pity on him, on both of them, because he’s squirting body wash, deep blue, over his fingers and he’s pulling Jinki’s body away, the bottle clattering to the floor. Jinki tries to help, he does, but he’s immobilized by the heat in Taemin’s eyes and all he can do is hold himself against the wall as Taemin slips his fingers in the inch of space between their bodies. He’s curling one finger in and Jinki can’t breathe. His head is turned up, mouth open wide and the showerhead is filling him with water and he can’t breathe. He wants more, and he wants to skip the preparations but he knows he can't, not if he wants to walk tomorrow because Taemin is by no means small.
Taemin slips another finger in and Jinki can feel himself clenching down, too sudden and Taemin purrs at him, thrusting his fingers deeper and Jinki chokes. He sputters, and his eyes water but Taemin's not stopping, pushing in another finger, brushing his prostate and Jinki's world draws into the pinpoint of pleasure. He reaches down to tug at his cock, so close, so very close but Taemin's fingers stop him, gripping him hard at the base. He punishes Jinki with his other hand, pushing in a fourth finger and splaying them wide inside him, opening him up until Jinki can feel the water trickling into him, cold against his heat and he squirms. He tugs his fingers into his long strands of hair and pulls forward until he's drowning them in kisses and cries, promising not to touch himself again if only Taemin would please please do something.
And Taemin does, ever so slowly, pulling his fingers out with loud pops and reaching up to level their bodies. Jinki's holding his breath, waiting as Taemin brushes against him, waiting until Taemin's pushing in before letting loose his moan. He can feel the stretch, a burn he's still not used to rushing to overtake the pleasure and he grabs hold of it to hang onto sanity. Taemin’s taking it slow but it’s by no means a relief, not when he’s teasing, just barely moving and Jinki’s wanting more. He tries bucking his hips, anything to get Taemin to move but he has no leverage, and he realizes with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that Taemin’s waiting for him to beg. So he throws his arms around Taemin and pulls until their chests are sliding together and Taemin’s all but pinning him to the wall, until he’s regained some control, until he can sink down the full length of Taemin’s cock. A sob catches in his throat when Taemin pulls out all the way not a second after, his fingers pinning Jinki’s hips to the wall, his eyes burning and Jinki doesn’t even know when but he’s begging shamelessly, please please please against the skin of his throat.
Just a seconds warning, fingers tightening around his hips before Taemin is fucking him, hard and Jinki’s head slams against the wall, his vision going white and his moan caught in his throat. It’s not gentle but it’s just what he needs, Taemin’s breathe against his neck and the bruising force of being fucked into the wall. Taemin is whispering against his ear, don’t fucking sneak up on me again, and Jinki scrapes his blunt nails down his back, pleading I won’t I won’t please don’t stop.
And Taemin has no intention of stopping, not when he’s so close but he does slow down, rolling his hips to brush his spot on every stroke just to get his message across. He leans down to swallow Jinki’s broken pleas into his mouth, distracting him with teeth and tongue before slamming back in. He can tell Jinki's almost there, his jaw slack and his muscles tense so he reaches down and runs a finger up the length of his cock and Jinki falls apart with a broken cry of his name.
His back arched, eyes wide, Adam's apple bobbing for air, Jinki's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and fuck because he's his. He throws himself over the edge with just that thought and another thrust, biting back Jinki's name on the edge of his tongue. He can swear he's seeing stars, fucking stars as he comes down, his limbs shaking as Jinki unwraps his legs and slides bonelessly down the wall before Taemin can catch him. He collapses gracelessly to his knees seconds after and he can’t for the life of him remember why he was even angry at Jinki in the first place.
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yea I had no idea what to do at the end, please don’t kill me lol ;-;