After They're Gone - [oneshot]
Author: Sage
Genre: Romance/Fluff/Smut...fluffy smut? Is that possible? Whatever, its fluffy smut by my standards.
Pairing: JongTae/HyunMin (Jonghyun x Taemin, SHINee)
Rating: NC-17 (explicit sexual content..)
Warnings: Smut? Cussing? I didn't proof-read this, too lazy...xD
Disclaimer: If I owned SHINee I wouldn't be writing smut fics...
A/N: I really wanted to portray Jonghyun differently in this fic because out of all the smutfics I've read about JongTae or just with Jonghyun in them in general, only a select few were truly like affectionate and tender, and I truly believe that he can be such. So, without further ado! ^^ Enjoy~
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Every night after the other members leave, Kim Jonghyun and Lee Taemin take it as their time to be alone together. When the others leave to go and do other things that didn't include their fellow members, both males make stupid excuses to stay behind. Taemin that he needs to perfect each new dance move they've been given, Jonghyun that he needs to practice his Japanese, considering hes by far the worst at it among them, so it was a good excuse. Taemin on the other hand has already perfected the dance at least a hundred times and his umma wasn't all that stupid - but he always left with Minho and Onew anyways, whether it was because he knew what was going on and approved of it - this was highly doubtful - or because he trusted Taemin. Either way, for about 4 months now the two had been getting away with it. Every night, they loved each other thoroughly and completely.
It wasn't any different on one hot, humid middle-of-July night. As per usual Taemin was tucked away in the practice room, ear buds stuck into his ears while he practiced the dance, waiting until Jonghyun fetched him after the others left. His body easily moved in time with the music, hitting each move perfectly, but still managing to be graceful, almost ethereal, at the same time. It was times like these when Jonghyun liked to just stand and watch Taemin in all of his beauty, doing what he did best: dancing. His body was fluid like water, but his gaze was intense like a burning flame, and Jonghyun just couldn't get enough of it. After Taemin had finished the dance routine he yanked the ear buds out of his ears, panting from the workout, sweat beading and dripping down his body in little rivulets, soaking into his far-too-large shirt.
"You've over worked yourself again, jagi. You're going to end up fainting from fatigue if you don't take care of yourself." The elder male scolded softly, though his voice and face were both only laced with genuine concern. He walked over to the boy, tenderly wrapping one arm around his waist and tucking the other under the dancers long legs, lifting him easily to carry him bridal-style into everyone's shared white bathroom.
"Jjong, you don't have to take care of me you know, I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself." The younger pouted, the adorable look not matching his fire-red hair, which was one of the things about Taemin that never ceased to amaze Jonghyun.
"Shush. You just relax, yah?" Jonghyun chuckled softly as he set the fiery red-head onto the edge of the counter and went to turn on the warm spray of the shower, returning to his young lover to undress him. The baggy shirt was the first to be removed with ginger touches, the tanned fingers of the elder just so gently brushing over the expanse of milky white skin that belonged to the younger. Next was the shoes, and the touches were exactly the same, never rushed or impatient. Taemin watched in awe as his hyung worked, his head cocked curiously to the side. This part of Jonghyun was so unreal to him. Around the others he was always so perverse and loud, so it was almost like an off dream to see him this way. But then again, Jonghyun was always like this with him after the others left.
After being completely undressed, Taemin didn't make a move to cover himself. He knew that every glance Jonghyun made of his body wasn't just filled with lust and want, but also love, affection, and kindness. He'd never felt any other way with any other person - not that he'd been with any other people? - but he was sure that if he was given the chance to love other people, he would always choose Jonghyun over anyone else.
Jonghyun smiled and placed a gentle kiss on Taemin's mouth before lifting him once again and setting him into the tub on his bottom, smiling at the wave of relief that washed over the younger males body when the sweat was rinsed off from the light, warm rain coming from the shower head. He didn't care if his clothes got soaked from leaning over the tub, all that mattered at that moment was his precious Taemin.
"Tilt your head back, jagi, so I can wash your hair." The elder whispered, and the younger complied, tilting his head back into the stream of water so that the fire red strands also became wet, the water turning the hair into a black color. It went on like this for a while until the boy was finally clean, looking completely refreshed after the shower. The look that shone in his eyes for Jonghyun was one that Jonghyun new only he saw, no one else. It was a look of complete and utter trust and affection, one of undeniable depths of love. It was the same look the elder wished he could give Taemin all the time when the others were around. But for now, it had to be kept a secret.
Their little session of love was then taken to Jonghyun's bedroom, after having dried off the wet boy and wrapping a towel around him despite the fact that no one else was around to see him. Jonghyun laid his lover on the soft bed, watching the way the sheets created a beautiful golden pool around him, fluffy white towel falling away to expose his milky white skin once more. He had to stand there for a few moments to catch his breath, wondering just how he had managed to capture someone like Taemin's heart. Of all the people Jonghyun had figured it would be Minho, seeing as how the two were so close, but no. Instead, this ethereal beauty was his, and would always be his.
Jonghyun stripped his wet, heavy clothing off, moving to lay on his side on the bed beside his lover, leaning up on one elbow to look down at him. His tanned fingers traced absent patterns on the skin of the dancers chest, and the dancer couldn't help but shiver slightly and sigh at the contact.
"I love you jagi, you know that, right?" Whispered the singer, and the dancer ever so slightly turned his head to look up at his elder lover, the one he wouldn't give up for the world.
"Of course I do, yeobo. You know I love you too, right?" Whispered the dancer, and a beautiful white smile spread across the singers face.
"Of course I know you love me, jagi." Was the once-again gently reply. Minutes of silence ticked on while they just laid there in each others embrace, basking in the warmth and love that radiated from both of them.
It was Taemin who initiated the part that usually came next between them this time. Full lips trailed feather-light kisses against a strong, muscled and tanned neck, hands ghosting over the toned body of the older one, just to feel him, just to make sure he was real. The lips made a trail up a sharp jaw-line from the muscled neck until they found equally full lips, pressing the tenderest of kisses to them, the slick pink tongue of the younger leaving its cavern to meet the older one's. Despite the full-on make-out session that was happening between them, and the half-erect members that were almost standing to full attention, the kiss was sweet and achingly slow, but both always liked to take the time they had together and cherish it, because each moment they had with each would have to last them until the next night, when they could be like this again.
Taemin's breathe hitched slightly when he felt Jonghyun's hand ever-so-gently make a whisper of a brush against one of his nipples, but still remained calm, his nimble fingers reaching back to clutch the hair at the nape of Jonghyun's neck as the singers skillful lips ghosted lower and lower over his body, leaving gently butterfly kisses and little red-marks that didn't hurt in the slightest on the way down. Since he wasn't allowed to mark his neck or any area that was overly noticeable, he would have to be satisfied with marking his torso. Perhaps it was unnecessary because both men knew who Taemin belonged to, and who he only belonged to, but it was an urge that he couldn't suppress. It gave him a sense of satisfaction to see those tiny little red marks on his lovers tummy, and knowing that he had been the one to make them.
The younger boys heart skipped a beat when he felt a warm breath against his aching member, and a low moan was elicited from his throat as the singer skillfully took the hard length into his mouth, his tongue darting out to run against the sensitive underside of the throbbing erection. Taemin dared to watch him, his heartbeat increasing as the dark brown head of hair moved up and down, tongue simultaneously working the head, and he wondered where he had learned to be so good with his mouth. He figured it was just a perk to being a beautiful singer and having the angelic voice that Jonghyun had. The boy was jolted out of his thoughts as the same tongue from the same angelic singer darted out and licked the slit placed on the head of his cock, a shrill cry of pleasure sounding throughout the room as he arched off the bed and grasped his lovers hair tightly, though not hard enough to hurt him.
"Please, yeobo, make love to me." Taemin whimpered softly, looking down to Jonghyun with a pleading glance. He knew it was unnecessary - no matter what he asked of Jonghyun, the elder would oblige. If Taemin told Jonghyun to go jump off a bridge, he would have probably asked which one, so it was no surprise when the brown-haired male gave a loving smile to the red-haired one and kissed back up the slender body, reaching into the bedside table and deftly grabbing what Taemin knew all-too-well was a bottle of lube. He was always properly prepared and it almost never hurt to the point that they needed to stop. It was just the lengths he knew his lover would go for him, despite the very obvious erection he also had. Taemin was always put first before all Jonghyun's other needs, and he couldn't help but wonder how the singer had so much discipline. He remembered one time he had asked, and the answer had surprised him.
"I do it because you're everything to me, jagi, and all of my needs are pushed to the side when I'm with you. I'm able to do it because I love you and always want to make you happy, before anything else."
Remembering the conversation, the fragile boy couldn't help but tear up. How had he ended up with such an amazing, selfless person? What had he done to deserve such a reward? He didn't think he had deserved it, but here he was, with a person that was surely nothing but a saint, an angel sent from heaven.
The tears streaking down the boys cheeks didn't go unnoticed by the older man, and at once Jonghyun pulled the quivering boy into his grasp and began to gently coo and shush him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and stroking his hair.
"Jagiya, yah, whats wrong? Did I do something wrong? Tell me, baby." The elders tender whisper only increasing the tears streaming down the youngers face.
The younger made a swipe at the tears with the back of his hand before looking up to Jonghyun, his eyes gleaming with that familiar look of undeniable love, trust, and affection. "Nothing...its nothing, yeobo, you just...I love you so much." He whispered, his hand shakily reaching up to stroke the elders face.
"I love you too, jagi." He murmured with a gentle smile, laying Taemin back onto the golden spread of sheets before reaching again for the lube and squeezing a fair amount onto his fingers, other hand gingerly nudging the long legs of the dancer apart before his hand disappeared far beyond the boys waist. Taemin's long fingers clenched into the sheets as one tanned finger slid its way past the ring of tight muscles, a low gasp of what was both pain and pleasure slipping past Taemin's full lips. Jonghyun worked him just like that for a few minutes before sliding in two fingers, massaging the pads of the digits against the tender walls, feeling the younger begin to relax around them. It was then that he added the third finger, but was slower with this one, knowing it was always the one that hurt the most with Taemin, since it stretched him the most. He thrust the three digits into his lover's tight hole repeatedly, spreading them to stretch him even further.
Jonghyun knew when Taemin was ready. Needy, desperate little mewls of pleasure drifted from his lips, incoherent words forming on his tongue and also managing to slip past somehow. It was intoxicating to see him like this. Though no matter what, no matter how much he wanted to just take Taemin, he was going to do what he always did and basically torture himself: because he loved Taemin, and never wanted to see him hurt because of something he had done wrong.
He slipped the fingers from the tight, pink puckered entrance, grabbing a hold of the bottle of lube once more and putting another fair amount on his hard length before he took Taemin and lifted him, sitting on the bed while the thin boy straddled his waist, eyelids heavy and eyes glazed over with lust. Jonghyun's hands gripped his lovers hips and slowly lowered the boy down onto his engorged erection, a sharp hiss sounding through his teeth as the tight ring of muscles seemingly swallowed him whole. He fought to keep control of himself, somehow managing to let Taemin control the pace.
The pace was slow and passionate, even when Jonghyun had stopped guiding Taemin over him. The boy liked being treated like a fragile doll, only with Jonghyun. If anyone else had been treating him so delicately he may have thrown a tantrum. But no, not when it was his yeobo. He treasured the gentle way Jonghyun stroked his cheek and kissed him so tenderly. He cherished the way he whispered sweet nothings to him while they made love. Loved the way his look was so strained because he was desperately trying to keep himself in check as to not ruin the moment.
It wasn't long before Jonghyun was taking control again, angling himself just right, as he knew exactly where to hit to send the boy over the edge. He brought Taemin down on him, hitting the sweet bundle of nerves there that almost seemed hidden until now. Taemin cried out and writhed in pleasure, his fingers clenching in Jonghyun's hair as he saw white, body trembling from the pleasure he was receiving. Jonghyun hit that spot over and over again, until the dancer was unable to hold himself any longer, the sticky white substance from the boy now covering both of their torsos. The singer wasn't long after the dancer, giving a loud groan of pleasure as the ring of muscles contracted around his erection, milking every last bit of seed from him until it leaked from the tiny hole of the boy and ran down his inner thighs.
Afterwards they lay there, tangled in each others embrace, dreading the moment that they would have to get dressed again and go out to the living room to pretend that nothing had ever happened between them. They would go back to being just close friends when the other members returned. Until the next night.
After they're gone.
Genre: Romance/Fluff/Smut...fluffy smut? Is that possible? Whatever, its fluffy smut by my standards.
Pairing: JongTae/HyunMin (Jonghyun x Taemin, SHINee)
Rating: NC-17 (explicit sexual content..)
Warnings: Smut? Cussing? I didn't proof-read this, too lazy...xD
Disclaimer: If I owned SHINee I wouldn't be writing smut fics...
A/N: I really wanted to portray Jonghyun differently in this fic because out of all the smutfics I've read about JongTae or just with Jonghyun in them in general, only a select few were truly like affectionate and tender, and I truly believe that he can be such. So, without further ado! ^^ Enjoy~
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Every night after the other members leave, Kim Jonghyun and Lee Taemin take it as their time to be alone together. When the others leave to go and do other things that didn't include their fellow members, both males make stupid excuses to stay behind. Taemin that he needs to perfect each new dance move they've been given, Jonghyun that he needs to practice his Japanese, considering hes by far the worst at it among them, so it was a good excuse. Taemin on the other hand has already perfected the dance at least a hundred times and his umma wasn't all that stupid - but he always left with Minho and Onew anyways, whether it was because he knew what was going on and approved of it - this was highly doubtful - or because he trusted Taemin. Either way, for about 4 months now the two had been getting away with it. Every night, they loved each other thoroughly and completely.
It wasn't any different on one hot, humid middle-of-July night. As per usual Taemin was tucked away in the practice room, ear buds stuck into his ears while he practiced the dance, waiting until Jonghyun fetched him after the others left. His body easily moved in time with the music, hitting each move perfectly, but still managing to be graceful, almost ethereal, at the same time. It was times like these when Jonghyun liked to just stand and watch Taemin in all of his beauty, doing what he did best: dancing. His body was fluid like water, but his gaze was intense like a burning flame, and Jonghyun just couldn't get enough of it. After Taemin had finished the dance routine he yanked the ear buds out of his ears, panting from the workout, sweat beading and dripping down his body in little rivulets, soaking into his far-too-large shirt.
"You've over worked yourself again, jagi. You're going to end up fainting from fatigue if you don't take care of yourself." The elder male scolded softly, though his voice and face were both only laced with genuine concern. He walked over to the boy, tenderly wrapping one arm around his waist and tucking the other under the dancers long legs, lifting him easily to carry him bridal-style into everyone's shared white bathroom.
"Jjong, you don't have to take care of me you know, I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself." The younger pouted, the adorable look not matching his fire-red hair, which was one of the things about Taemin that never ceased to amaze Jonghyun.
"Shush. You just relax, yah?" Jonghyun chuckled softly as he set the fiery red-head onto the edge of the counter and went to turn on the warm spray of the shower, returning to his young lover to undress him. The baggy shirt was the first to be removed with ginger touches, the tanned fingers of the elder just so gently brushing over the expanse of milky white skin that belonged to the younger. Next was the shoes, and the touches were exactly the same, never rushed or impatient. Taemin watched in awe as his hyung worked, his head cocked curiously to the side. This part of Jonghyun was so unreal to him. Around the others he was always so perverse and loud, so it was almost like an off dream to see him this way. But then again, Jonghyun was always like this with him after the others left.
After being completely undressed, Taemin didn't make a move to cover himself. He knew that every glance Jonghyun made of his body wasn't just filled with lust and want, but also love, affection, and kindness. He'd never felt any other way with any other person - not that he'd been with any other people? - but he was sure that if he was given the chance to love other people, he would always choose Jonghyun over anyone else.
Jonghyun smiled and placed a gentle kiss on Taemin's mouth before lifting him once again and setting him into the tub on his bottom, smiling at the wave of relief that washed over the younger males body when the sweat was rinsed off from the light, warm rain coming from the shower head. He didn't care if his clothes got soaked from leaning over the tub, all that mattered at that moment was his precious Taemin.
"Tilt your head back, jagi, so I can wash your hair." The elder whispered, and the younger complied, tilting his head back into the stream of water so that the fire red strands also became wet, the water turning the hair into a black color. It went on like this for a while until the boy was finally clean, looking completely refreshed after the shower. The look that shone in his eyes for Jonghyun was one that Jonghyun new only he saw, no one else. It was a look of complete and utter trust and affection, one of undeniable depths of love. It was the same look the elder wished he could give Taemin all the time when the others were around. But for now, it had to be kept a secret.
Their little session of love was then taken to Jonghyun's bedroom, after having dried off the wet boy and wrapping a towel around him despite the fact that no one else was around to see him. Jonghyun laid his lover on the soft bed, watching the way the sheets created a beautiful golden pool around him, fluffy white towel falling away to expose his milky white skin once more. He had to stand there for a few moments to catch his breath, wondering just how he had managed to capture someone like Taemin's heart. Of all the people Jonghyun had figured it would be Minho, seeing as how the two were so close, but no. Instead, this ethereal beauty was his, and would always be his.
Jonghyun stripped his wet, heavy clothing off, moving to lay on his side on the bed beside his lover, leaning up on one elbow to look down at him. His tanned fingers traced absent patterns on the skin of the dancers chest, and the dancer couldn't help but shiver slightly and sigh at the contact.
"I love you jagi, you know that, right?" Whispered the singer, and the dancer ever so slightly turned his head to look up at his elder lover, the one he wouldn't give up for the world.
"Of course I do, yeobo. You know I love you too, right?" Whispered the dancer, and a beautiful white smile spread across the singers face.
"Of course I know you love me, jagi." Was the once-again gently reply. Minutes of silence ticked on while they just laid there in each others embrace, basking in the warmth and love that radiated from both of them.
It was Taemin who initiated the part that usually came next between them this time. Full lips trailed feather-light kisses against a strong, muscled and tanned neck, hands ghosting over the toned body of the older one, just to feel him, just to make sure he was real. The lips made a trail up a sharp jaw-line from the muscled neck until they found equally full lips, pressing the tenderest of kisses to them, the slick pink tongue of the younger leaving its cavern to meet the older one's. Despite the full-on make-out session that was happening between them, and the half-erect members that were almost standing to full attention, the kiss was sweet and achingly slow, but both always liked to take the time they had together and cherish it, because each moment they had with each would have to last them until the next night, when they could be like this again.
Taemin's breathe hitched slightly when he felt Jonghyun's hand ever-so-gently make a whisper of a brush against one of his nipples, but still remained calm, his nimble fingers reaching back to clutch the hair at the nape of Jonghyun's neck as the singers skillful lips ghosted lower and lower over his body, leaving gently butterfly kisses and little red-marks that didn't hurt in the slightest on the way down. Since he wasn't allowed to mark his neck or any area that was overly noticeable, he would have to be satisfied with marking his torso. Perhaps it was unnecessary because both men knew who Taemin belonged to, and who he only belonged to, but it was an urge that he couldn't suppress. It gave him a sense of satisfaction to see those tiny little red marks on his lovers tummy, and knowing that he had been the one to make them.
The younger boys heart skipped a beat when he felt a warm breath against his aching member, and a low moan was elicited from his throat as the singer skillfully took the hard length into his mouth, his tongue darting out to run against the sensitive underside of the throbbing erection. Taemin dared to watch him, his heartbeat increasing as the dark brown head of hair moved up and down, tongue simultaneously working the head, and he wondered where he had learned to be so good with his mouth. He figured it was just a perk to being a beautiful singer and having the angelic voice that Jonghyun had. The boy was jolted out of his thoughts as the same tongue from the same angelic singer darted out and licked the slit placed on the head of his cock, a shrill cry of pleasure sounding throughout the room as he arched off the bed and grasped his lovers hair tightly, though not hard enough to hurt him.
"Please, yeobo, make love to me." Taemin whimpered softly, looking down to Jonghyun with a pleading glance. He knew it was unnecessary - no matter what he asked of Jonghyun, the elder would oblige. If Taemin told Jonghyun to go jump off a bridge, he would have probably asked which one, so it was no surprise when the brown-haired male gave a loving smile to the red-haired one and kissed back up the slender body, reaching into the bedside table and deftly grabbing what Taemin knew all-too-well was a bottle of lube. He was always properly prepared and it almost never hurt to the point that they needed to stop. It was just the lengths he knew his lover would go for him, despite the very obvious erection he also had. Taemin was always put first before all Jonghyun's other needs, and he couldn't help but wonder how the singer had so much discipline. He remembered one time he had asked, and the answer had surprised him.
"I do it because you're everything to me, jagi, and all of my needs are pushed to the side when I'm with you. I'm able to do it because I love you and always want to make you happy, before anything else."
Remembering the conversation, the fragile boy couldn't help but tear up. How had he ended up with such an amazing, selfless person? What had he done to deserve such a reward? He didn't think he had deserved it, but here he was, with a person that was surely nothing but a saint, an angel sent from heaven.
The tears streaking down the boys cheeks didn't go unnoticed by the older man, and at once Jonghyun pulled the quivering boy into his grasp and began to gently coo and shush him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and stroking his hair.
"Jagiya, yah, whats wrong? Did I do something wrong? Tell me, baby." The elders tender whisper only increasing the tears streaming down the youngers face.
The younger made a swipe at the tears with the back of his hand before looking up to Jonghyun, his eyes gleaming with that familiar look of undeniable love, trust, and affection. "Nothing...its nothing, yeobo, you just...I love you so much." He whispered, his hand shakily reaching up to stroke the elders face.
"I love you too, jagi." He murmured with a gentle smile, laying Taemin back onto the golden spread of sheets before reaching again for the lube and squeezing a fair amount onto his fingers, other hand gingerly nudging the long legs of the dancer apart before his hand disappeared far beyond the boys waist. Taemin's long fingers clenched into the sheets as one tanned finger slid its way past the ring of tight muscles, a low gasp of what was both pain and pleasure slipping past Taemin's full lips. Jonghyun worked him just like that for a few minutes before sliding in two fingers, massaging the pads of the digits against the tender walls, feeling the younger begin to relax around them. It was then that he added the third finger, but was slower with this one, knowing it was always the one that hurt the most with Taemin, since it stretched him the most. He thrust the three digits into his lover's tight hole repeatedly, spreading them to stretch him even further.
Jonghyun knew when Taemin was ready. Needy, desperate little mewls of pleasure drifted from his lips, incoherent words forming on his tongue and also managing to slip past somehow. It was intoxicating to see him like this. Though no matter what, no matter how much he wanted to just take Taemin, he was going to do what he always did and basically torture himself: because he loved Taemin, and never wanted to see him hurt because of something he had done wrong.
He slipped the fingers from the tight, pink puckered entrance, grabbing a hold of the bottle of lube once more and putting another fair amount on his hard length before he took Taemin and lifted him, sitting on the bed while the thin boy straddled his waist, eyelids heavy and eyes glazed over with lust. Jonghyun's hands gripped his lovers hips and slowly lowered the boy down onto his engorged erection, a sharp hiss sounding through his teeth as the tight ring of muscles seemingly swallowed him whole. He fought to keep control of himself, somehow managing to let Taemin control the pace.
The pace was slow and passionate, even when Jonghyun had stopped guiding Taemin over him. The boy liked being treated like a fragile doll, only with Jonghyun. If anyone else had been treating him so delicately he may have thrown a tantrum. But no, not when it was his yeobo. He treasured the gentle way Jonghyun stroked his cheek and kissed him so tenderly. He cherished the way he whispered sweet nothings to him while they made love. Loved the way his look was so strained because he was desperately trying to keep himself in check as to not ruin the moment.
It wasn't long before Jonghyun was taking control again, angling himself just right, as he knew exactly where to hit to send the boy over the edge. He brought Taemin down on him, hitting the sweet bundle of nerves there that almost seemed hidden until now. Taemin cried out and writhed in pleasure, his fingers clenching in Jonghyun's hair as he saw white, body trembling from the pleasure he was receiving. Jonghyun hit that spot over and over again, until the dancer was unable to hold himself any longer, the sticky white substance from the boy now covering both of their torsos. The singer wasn't long after the dancer, giving a loud groan of pleasure as the ring of muscles contracted around his erection, milking every last bit of seed from him until it leaked from the tiny hole of the boy and ran down his inner thighs.
Afterwards they lay there, tangled in each others embrace, dreading the moment that they would have to get dressed again and go out to the living room to pretend that nothing had ever happened between them. They would go back to being just close friends when the other members returned. Until the next night.
After they're gone.