Hey Hyung
genre: fluff, smut, blowjob fic, crack (i.e. this whole thing is dumb)
rating: NC-17
pairing: jongtae
word count: 2,265
summary: everyone has their own ways of showing affection. taemin's are just... a little different. but jonghyun doesn't seem to mind.
a/n: inspired by this post. bc i find gross things cute af. and bc this is so jongtae. and honestly anything connected with bjs and facials screams jonghyun to me.
This is not how Taemin’s imagined their six months anniversary date, not in the least. I mean, sure the wine is all plans (it took him a week to coerce Jinki into buying it for him - good thing he came up with the whole idea in advance) but like, he didn’t take into account just how much two bottles would fuck them up. Probably because Jonghyun rarely ever drinks, and, well, Taemin’s experience is limited to the occasional vodka his friends manage to snatch once in a while, or the rare sip of beer he pleads out of Jonghyun’s friends during one of their video game nights.
So yeah, alcohol isn’t really his thing, but this night is definitely his fucking thing and looking at Jonghyun’s relaxed form sprawled over the grass, a blissful smile on his lips as he looks up into the star-studded sky, he’s quite satisfied with how he’s arranged it all. It’s definitely worth all the lying he’d had to do. All so that they can drink cheap red wine from chic plastic cups on top of a grassy hill towering over the rest of the park.
(“Sorry, I know this is not exactly romantic,” he grins sheepishly after he lays out all his picnic equipment before them, “but I figured glass wouldn’t really do in the field.”
Jonghyun gasps incredulously, a slight blush spreading over his cheeks. “Are you kidding me? This is- I love it,” he finishes, eyes sparkling with sheepish but genuine giddiness.)
“Hey-“ Jonghyun starts. “Hey what’s that- that thing over there?” he reaches out towards the graphite sky overhead, his hand swaying and his finger not really pointing anywhere in particular.
Taemin chuckles. “Where?”
“There,” Jonghyun catches his arm and yanks him down to take a look from his perspective down on the ground. “That constellation over there, I swear I knew its name but now it’s like wooo,” he twirls his finger in the air. “Like wooo. Like that. Spinning. Makes me feel like there’s a black hole in my head. It’s all your fault.” He giggles.
“You’re that drunk, hyung?” Taemin teases, his gaze focused on Jonghyun’s face instead of the sky.
“No, I just- maybe?”
He whips his head to stare at Taemin. “Why did you wanna get me drunk,” he accuses but his slurred words lack any punch. “I should be like, taking care of you. It’s like 3am and your mom thinks you’re sleeping over at my place and well, here we are in this deserted place having a date,” he frowns.
Taemin laughs because he thinks Jonghyun is cute. He’s always been but he gets even more so when he gets all protective over Taemin, like he thinks that just because he’s the big grown-up here he should be a little more responsible. That he should at least try and put up some resistance to Taemin’s weird ideas, like the time he rescued a hurt squirrel and guilt-tripped Jonghyun to take it home until it got better enough to be let free.
(Needless to say, one near heart attack experience and a devastated kitchen later Jonghyun sat mournfully in his room, thoroughly grounded and thoroughly reconsidering his friendship with Taemin.)
It was in 9th grade but if there is one thing Jonghyun has learned since then it’s that whenever he’s with Taemin, all reason seems to flee his mind in a blink of an eye. That Taemin never has held much respect for his seniors and always goes along with his own plans is an entirely different thing, and hardly Jonghyun’s fault.
Taemin doesn’t miss the chance to poke fun at him. “Yeah? And who prepared all that, huh?” He points vaguely around them. Jonghyun’s lips pucker up but soon are covered by Taemin’s mouth as he presses his amused smile against Jonghyun’s pout.
“Hey there babe, no sulking on me,” he murmurs.
When their lips touch he lets out a low pleased hum. The sweet taste of wine is still lingering on Jonghyun’s lips and Taemin makes sure to lick it off thoroughly from every corner and crack in the skin. He doesn’t miss the trail that leads down his chin, following it until he reaches the jutted bottom of Jonghyun’s jaw where he plants a small, deceivingly shy kiss.
When he pulls away Jonghyun’s eyes are shut in pleasure, and he isn’t sure if it’s just his alcohol-blurred brain but he thinks he can see his eyelids twitch because he can’t quite catch focus on the eyelashes. And Jonghyun has really pretty eyelashes and he wants to say something about it - just to fluster his boyfriend - but then he thinks better of it and leans down to instead kiss those offensively cute little hairy things lining the bottom of Jonghyun’s eyelids.
Of course, right then Jonghyun opens an eye and jumps up bumping Taemin straight in the forehead.
“Ouch,” Taemin says, more startled than anything else.
“Oops, sorry,” Jonghyun immediately reaches a hand out but it’s swatted away with a whine.
“Stop that and let me kiss your face, will you.”
“I just-“
“Yeah but just don’t,” Taemin interrupts him, lips already back against his skin, this time sliding over his Adam’s apple.
He huffs. Jonghyun is the one always insisting on doing all the gooey couple-y stuff, like holding hands in public and sending tens of goodnight messages even after Taemin has already dozed off after replying with a “shut the fuck up,” and wearing couple underwear (“Really? I mean what, are you gonna take pics and send them to your ex because I don’t really think anyone gives a fuck about what you wrap your junk in?”) and yet when it comes down to it he’s the one to kill the spark when it’s there.
“I just-“ Taemin exhales quietly, still nuzzled into Jonghyun’s neck, “wanna make some love to your stupid face, okay. Just let me.”
Jonghyun squirms under him, taken aback, but then deflates. “Okay.”
And he does let Taemin take lead from there. He lets him spray his cheeks with feather-light kisses, lets him nibble at his jaw and suck at his lips, and puff warm air on his slightly cold ears as he licks around them. He lets him tangle nimble fingers in his hair and scrape against his scalp with sharp fingernails until he’s shamelessly rutting his hips into thin air.
He’s more than eager to help Taemin undo the fly of his pants when the younger’s fingers skitter downwards and soon he’s bucking up with Taemin’s fist fitted tightly over his cock, squeezing and rubbing the way Jonghyun absolutely despises - but he’s taking it all, taking it because it comes from Taemin and he’s head over heels for that little shit.
His head is swimming from all the alcohol and the chilly night breeze sends shivers crawling down his skin, a keen contrast between the air and the warm hand in between his legs. His labored pants roll into the night air whenever Taemin’s lips fail to catch them right off his tongue, busy somewhere else.
“Taemin.” An impatient moan.
“Taeminnie.” A breathless whine, much softer this time.
“Yeah, Jjong.”
Taemin spares a glance into Jonghyun’s half-cracked eyes and his heart suddenly skips a beat.
“I like you so so so much,” Jonghyun slurs out, mind buzzing and mouth too slack from pleasure to form proper words.
“I know,” Taemin laughs and smooths the sweaty bangs away from Jonghyun’s forehead.
They’ve never actually done it. Never said any I-love-yous to each other. Partly because they’re both inexperienced, partly because they’re too young, too eager and too wary to not fuck things up. A confession just still feels a little intimidating at this point.
But Taemin sees it in Jonghyun’s eyes, and not only when he has his hand or mouth around his dick but 24/7, those soft eyes following his every move and those ears swallowing his every word as if he isn’t just spilling bullshit half the time.
“I want to suck you off,” Jonghyun pipes suddenly.
Taemin grunts. “You want to come with my dick in your mouth, huh?” His murmur elicits a whimper, and he brings the hand that’s just been around his boyfriend’s cock to his lips now, teasingly forcing two fingers in, just far enough to let Jonghyun have a taste. “Okay, buddy.”
He shifts up to undo his pants and straddles Jonghyun’s chest with his dick already in hand, guiding it to tap against his lips. They open invitingly and suck him in, quick wet and eager. He lets out a long sigh.
Soon the tip is not enough for Jonghyun and he grabs Taemin’s hips to push more of him in, setting a pace that only lasts until he accidentally grazes his teeth along the shaft and no, this won’t do, Taemin thinks. He grabs Jonghyun’s wrists, pins them down and leans in to sink even deeper.
And fuck is Jonghyun getting off on being face-fucked like that, restrained and immobile under the weight. He isn’t even being touched anymore but he’s getting louder by a second, not even trying to muffle the obscene sounds he’s making.
He gags when Taemin goes in too far and he looks absolutely amazing with his eyes glazed over with tears, reflecting the light a half-crescent of a moon faintly shines down on them. He’s probably all flushed and red too but Taemin can’t tell because everything is bathed in hues of black and blue.
He pulls out to let his boyfriend breathe. His chest rises and falls in a heavy rhythm, completely out of breath.
“Taemin?”
“Yeah?”
“Promise me,” he whispers.
Taemin laughs because it’s just like Jonghyun to jump out with that serious tone in the middle of sucking him off. “What?”
“You’re all mine, right?”
Ah. “Sure I am,” he answers easily because what kind of a question is that.
“I’ve never liked anyone so much.”
“Mhm.”
“Like I’ve dated Kibum-“ Taemin’s face falls but Jonghyun doesn’t notice. “But it was never like that you know?”
He stays silent.
“I’ve never felt about him this way,” he continues. And then he blurts out. “Like, Taemin, I want to suck your dick forever.”
“Oh my god,” Taemin cries in an exaggeratedly offended tone and smacks Jonghyun’s chest. “Is that your way of saying I-want-to-be-with-you-forever? That’s so fucking sweet of you,” he mocks but it’s too late and there’s a stupid shit eating grin on his face which Jonghyun immediately catches and the shitfaced idiot looks so proud of himself it makes Taemin’s insides twist.
“Yeah,” he answers softly.
Taemin groans just to show how much he is not fucking impressed and how much he doesn’t love when Jonghyun goes grossly cheesy on him.
He gives his cock a few good tugs and pushes it against Jonghyun’s lips again. “You can have as much of it as you want.”
He gives him all of it, burying himself all the way to the hilt. It feels so damn good but he feels like he won’t last much longer so he reaches back to jerk Jonghyun off and bring him over the edge faster but he must have miscalculated just how close Jonghyun was because just seconds later his hips give a few erratic jerks and he shoots his warm load into Taemin’s palm.
Taemin keeps the tip of his dick heavy on Jonghyun’s tongue while he climaxes, enjoying how vulnerable he looks with his mouth forced open, plush lips stretched around him.
As he pulls out, now also on edge, an idea strikes him and he smiles wide as he tells Jonghyun to close his mouth and keep still. He pumps himself slowly and tries to concentrate. He’s lucky because he usually comes in long steady strips but this time he also needs it to last.
The first wave comes spurting on Jonghyun’s chin, it’s messy but good enough and he manages to trail it over Jonghyun’s cheek, his tightly shut eye and down to his nose, everything in more or less of a line. He milks himself dry and drags his cock the rest of the way over Jonghyun’s face.
He smiles, it’s pretty. He touches up his artwork by spreading the excess cum from chin over his left cheek and when he’s done his grin is even wider because wow, he’s a fucking genius.
“What are you doing?” Jonghyun mumbles. He’d stayed still as he was told to but he can’t see and his eyes feel sticky and he itches to wipe at them already.
“Wait a second.”
He pulls out his phone from the front pocket and directs the camera at Jonghyun’s face. “Okay, now,” he says after he’s done and gets off his chest.
Jonghyun rises into a sitting position and wipes at his face, confused with how quickly everything’s ended and a little disappointed at how Taemin didn’t even bother to clean up his own damn jizz.
Taemin, though, is not in the least concerned about that and instead he clings to Jonghyun’s side to show him the picture. “Isn’t this fucking cute?” He asks.
Jonghyun’s heart simmers when he sees the - admittedly crooked but still recognizable - heart shape painted in white stripes across his flushed, screwed up face.
He blinks and looks at Taemin. Taemin looks at him. His face is radiating with pride and it’s the most beautiful thing Jonghyun has ever seen.
When Jonghyun leans in for a soft, almost bashful kiss Taemin knows he’s got him completely, unalterably wrapped around his finger.
rating: NC-17
pairing: jongtae
word count: 2,265
summary: everyone has their own ways of showing affection. taemin's are just... a little different. but jonghyun doesn't seem to mind.
a/n: inspired by this post. bc i find gross things cute af. and bc this is so jongtae. and honestly anything connected with bjs and facials screams jonghyun to me.
This is not how Taemin’s imagined their six months anniversary date, not in the least. I mean, sure the wine is all plans (it took him a week to coerce Jinki into buying it for him - good thing he came up with the whole idea in advance) but like, he didn’t take into account just how much two bottles would fuck them up. Probably because Jonghyun rarely ever drinks, and, well, Taemin’s experience is limited to the occasional vodka his friends manage to snatch once in a while, or the rare sip of beer he pleads out of Jonghyun’s friends during one of their video game nights.
So yeah, alcohol isn’t really his thing, but this night is definitely his fucking thing and looking at Jonghyun’s relaxed form sprawled over the grass, a blissful smile on his lips as he looks up into the star-studded sky, he’s quite satisfied with how he’s arranged it all. It’s definitely worth all the lying he’d had to do. All so that they can drink cheap red wine from chic plastic cups on top of a grassy hill towering over the rest of the park.
(“Sorry, I know this is not exactly romantic,” he grins sheepishly after he lays out all his picnic equipment before them, “but I figured glass wouldn’t really do in the field.”
Jonghyun gasps incredulously, a slight blush spreading over his cheeks. “Are you kidding me? This is- I love it,” he finishes, eyes sparkling with sheepish but genuine giddiness.)
“Hey-“ Jonghyun starts. “Hey what’s that- that thing over there?” he reaches out towards the graphite sky overhead, his hand swaying and his finger not really pointing anywhere in particular.
Taemin chuckles. “Where?”
“There,” Jonghyun catches his arm and yanks him down to take a look from his perspective down on the ground. “That constellation over there, I swear I knew its name but now it’s like wooo,” he twirls his finger in the air. “Like wooo. Like that. Spinning. Makes me feel like there’s a black hole in my head. It’s all your fault.” He giggles.
“You’re that drunk, hyung?” Taemin teases, his gaze focused on Jonghyun’s face instead of the sky.
“No, I just- maybe?”
He whips his head to stare at Taemin. “Why did you wanna get me drunk,” he accuses but his slurred words lack any punch. “I should be like, taking care of you. It’s like 3am and your mom thinks you’re sleeping over at my place and well, here we are in this deserted place having a date,” he frowns.
Taemin laughs because he thinks Jonghyun is cute. He’s always been but he gets even more so when he gets all protective over Taemin, like he thinks that just because he’s the big grown-up here he should be a little more responsible. That he should at least try and put up some resistance to Taemin’s weird ideas, like the time he rescued a hurt squirrel and guilt-tripped Jonghyun to take it home until it got better enough to be let free.
(Needless to say, one near heart attack experience and a devastated kitchen later Jonghyun sat mournfully in his room, thoroughly grounded and thoroughly reconsidering his friendship with Taemin.)
It was in 9th grade but if there is one thing Jonghyun has learned since then it’s that whenever he’s with Taemin, all reason seems to flee his mind in a blink of an eye. That Taemin never has held much respect for his seniors and always goes along with his own plans is an entirely different thing, and hardly Jonghyun’s fault.
Taemin doesn’t miss the chance to poke fun at him. “Yeah? And who prepared all that, huh?” He points vaguely around them. Jonghyun’s lips pucker up but soon are covered by Taemin’s mouth as he presses his amused smile against Jonghyun’s pout.
“Hey there babe, no sulking on me,” he murmurs.
When their lips touch he lets out a low pleased hum. The sweet taste of wine is still lingering on Jonghyun’s lips and Taemin makes sure to lick it off thoroughly from every corner and crack in the skin. He doesn’t miss the trail that leads down his chin, following it until he reaches the jutted bottom of Jonghyun’s jaw where he plants a small, deceivingly shy kiss.
When he pulls away Jonghyun’s eyes are shut in pleasure, and he isn’t sure if it’s just his alcohol-blurred brain but he thinks he can see his eyelids twitch because he can’t quite catch focus on the eyelashes. And Jonghyun has really pretty eyelashes and he wants to say something about it - just to fluster his boyfriend - but then he thinks better of it and leans down to instead kiss those offensively cute little hairy things lining the bottom of Jonghyun’s eyelids.
Of course, right then Jonghyun opens an eye and jumps up bumping Taemin straight in the forehead.
“Ouch,” Taemin says, more startled than anything else.
“Oops, sorry,” Jonghyun immediately reaches a hand out but it’s swatted away with a whine.
“Stop that and let me kiss your face, will you.”
“I just-“
“Yeah but just don’t,” Taemin interrupts him, lips already back against his skin, this time sliding over his Adam’s apple.
He huffs. Jonghyun is the one always insisting on doing all the gooey couple-y stuff, like holding hands in public and sending tens of goodnight messages even after Taemin has already dozed off after replying with a “shut the fuck up,” and wearing couple underwear (“Really? I mean what, are you gonna take pics and send them to your ex because I don’t really think anyone gives a fuck about what you wrap your junk in?”) and yet when it comes down to it he’s the one to kill the spark when it’s there.
“I just-“ Taemin exhales quietly, still nuzzled into Jonghyun’s neck, “wanna make some love to your stupid face, okay. Just let me.”
Jonghyun squirms under him, taken aback, but then deflates. “Okay.”
And he does let Taemin take lead from there. He lets him spray his cheeks with feather-light kisses, lets him nibble at his jaw and suck at his lips, and puff warm air on his slightly cold ears as he licks around them. He lets him tangle nimble fingers in his hair and scrape against his scalp with sharp fingernails until he’s shamelessly rutting his hips into thin air.
He’s more than eager to help Taemin undo the fly of his pants when the younger’s fingers skitter downwards and soon he’s bucking up with Taemin’s fist fitted tightly over his cock, squeezing and rubbing the way Jonghyun absolutely despises - but he’s taking it all, taking it because it comes from Taemin and he’s head over heels for that little shit.
His head is swimming from all the alcohol and the chilly night breeze sends shivers crawling down his skin, a keen contrast between the air and the warm hand in between his legs. His labored pants roll into the night air whenever Taemin’s lips fail to catch them right off his tongue, busy somewhere else.
“Taemin.” An impatient moan.
“Taeminnie.” A breathless whine, much softer this time.
“Yeah, Jjong.”
Taemin spares a glance into Jonghyun’s half-cracked eyes and his heart suddenly skips a beat.
“I like you so so so much,” Jonghyun slurs out, mind buzzing and mouth too slack from pleasure to form proper words.
“I know,” Taemin laughs and smooths the sweaty bangs away from Jonghyun’s forehead.
They’ve never actually done it. Never said any I-love-yous to each other. Partly because they’re both inexperienced, partly because they’re too young, too eager and too wary to not fuck things up. A confession just still feels a little intimidating at this point.
But Taemin sees it in Jonghyun’s eyes, and not only when he has his hand or mouth around his dick but 24/7, those soft eyes following his every move and those ears swallowing his every word as if he isn’t just spilling bullshit half the time.
“I want to suck you off,” Jonghyun pipes suddenly.
Taemin grunts. “You want to come with my dick in your mouth, huh?” His murmur elicits a whimper, and he brings the hand that’s just been around his boyfriend’s cock to his lips now, teasingly forcing two fingers in, just far enough to let Jonghyun have a taste. “Okay, buddy.”
He shifts up to undo his pants and straddles Jonghyun’s chest with his dick already in hand, guiding it to tap against his lips. They open invitingly and suck him in, quick wet and eager. He lets out a long sigh.
Soon the tip is not enough for Jonghyun and he grabs Taemin’s hips to push more of him in, setting a pace that only lasts until he accidentally grazes his teeth along the shaft and no, this won’t do, Taemin thinks. He grabs Jonghyun’s wrists, pins them down and leans in to sink even deeper.
And fuck is Jonghyun getting off on being face-fucked like that, restrained and immobile under the weight. He isn’t even being touched anymore but he’s getting louder by a second, not even trying to muffle the obscene sounds he’s making.
He gags when Taemin goes in too far and he looks absolutely amazing with his eyes glazed over with tears, reflecting the light a half-crescent of a moon faintly shines down on them. He’s probably all flushed and red too but Taemin can’t tell because everything is bathed in hues of black and blue.
He pulls out to let his boyfriend breathe. His chest rises and falls in a heavy rhythm, completely out of breath.
“Taemin?”
“Yeah?”
“Promise me,” he whispers.
Taemin laughs because it’s just like Jonghyun to jump out with that serious tone in the middle of sucking him off. “What?”
“You’re all mine, right?”
Ah. “Sure I am,” he answers easily because what kind of a question is that.
“I’ve never liked anyone so much.”
“Mhm.”
“Like I’ve dated Kibum-“ Taemin’s face falls but Jonghyun doesn’t notice. “But it was never like that you know?”
He stays silent.
“I’ve never felt about him this way,” he continues. And then he blurts out. “Like, Taemin, I want to suck your dick forever.”
“Oh my god,” Taemin cries in an exaggeratedly offended tone and smacks Jonghyun’s chest. “Is that your way of saying I-want-to-be-with-you-forever? That’s so fucking sweet of you,” he mocks but it’s too late and there’s a stupid shit eating grin on his face which Jonghyun immediately catches and the shitfaced idiot looks so proud of himself it makes Taemin’s insides twist.
“Yeah,” he answers softly.
Taemin groans just to show how much he is not fucking impressed and how much he doesn’t love when Jonghyun goes grossly cheesy on him.
He gives his cock a few good tugs and pushes it against Jonghyun’s lips again. “You can have as much of it as you want.”
He gives him all of it, burying himself all the way to the hilt. It feels so damn good but he feels like he won’t last much longer so he reaches back to jerk Jonghyun off and bring him over the edge faster but he must have miscalculated just how close Jonghyun was because just seconds later his hips give a few erratic jerks and he shoots his warm load into Taemin’s palm.
Taemin keeps the tip of his dick heavy on Jonghyun’s tongue while he climaxes, enjoying how vulnerable he looks with his mouth forced open, plush lips stretched around him.
As he pulls out, now also on edge, an idea strikes him and he smiles wide as he tells Jonghyun to close his mouth and keep still. He pumps himself slowly and tries to concentrate. He’s lucky because he usually comes in long steady strips but this time he also needs it to last.
The first wave comes spurting on Jonghyun’s chin, it’s messy but good enough and he manages to trail it over Jonghyun’s cheek, his tightly shut eye and down to his nose, everything in more or less of a line. He milks himself dry and drags his cock the rest of the way over Jonghyun’s face.
He smiles, it’s pretty. He touches up his artwork by spreading the excess cum from chin over his left cheek and when he’s done his grin is even wider because wow, he’s a fucking genius.
“What are you doing?” Jonghyun mumbles. He’d stayed still as he was told to but he can’t see and his eyes feel sticky and he itches to wipe at them already.
“Wait a second.”
He pulls out his phone from the front pocket and directs the camera at Jonghyun’s face. “Okay, now,” he says after he’s done and gets off his chest.
Jonghyun rises into a sitting position and wipes at his face, confused with how quickly everything’s ended and a little disappointed at how Taemin didn’t even bother to clean up his own damn jizz.
Taemin, though, is not in the least concerned about that and instead he clings to Jonghyun’s side to show him the picture. “Isn’t this fucking cute?” He asks.
Jonghyun’s heart simmers when he sees the - admittedly crooked but still recognizable - heart shape painted in white stripes across his flushed, screwed up face.
He blinks and looks at Taemin. Taemin looks at him. His face is radiating with pride and it’s the most beautiful thing Jonghyun has ever seen.
When Jonghyun leans in for a soft, almost bashful kiss Taemin knows he’s got him completely, unalterably wrapped around his finger.