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untitled possible shameless follow up: NC-17
Jonghyun stumbled backstage, face flush under his make up as he struggled to find their dressing room. The large warm hands on the small of his back could only belong to Jinki, as the older boy guided him in the right direction. too soon was the older mans hands batted away, as Key, with a tell tail click of his tongue, non to gently nudged the usual victim away from the new pray, and pressed himself against Jonghyuns back once they were safely shut away from the rest of the world.
Jonghyun choked on a whimper as the Diva brought his knee up to nudge at his ass, struggling weakly from the overwhelming pleasure, as the youngest slinked around them both to Jonghyuns front, smiling at the older man with mischief bright eyes, as he slowly undid the older boys pants.
“It seems you had an accident” Key muttered quietly, looking down as Taemin peeled away the singers cum stained boxers, “That’s against the rules, pet”
“P-please” Jonghyun shivered, closing his eyes and leaning heavily against the younger boy, sighing as the cool air hit his oversensitive cock, I m-made it through, just the end, please shut it off, take it out.. I-I can’t-” He broke of with a loud wail, as Key reached into his pocket and turned up the vibrations on the toy that buzzed inside the older idol, thick and deep inside.
“We cant” Taemin said cheekily as he finished stripping the older boy from the waist down, “Minho’s orders~” he turned to Jinki, who’d been hovering close by, playing with his fingers and bouncing on his toes, waiting to be noticed but hoping not to be, and gripped his hair rightly, “Clean him up, slut” he hissed, still a little clumsy with his orders but the shiver that ran through Jinki as the youngest shoved him down onto his knees before the messy boy was proof enough that he was getting better at ordering the leader around.
Jinki all but moaned as the dancer forced his head closer, dizzy with the smell of Jonghyuns cum, he dragged his tongue over the younger singers softened cock, licking up what liquid didnt get on Jonghyuns boxers.. Jonghyun whimpered, writhing in the divas grip as the older boys wet, hot tongue licked over his sensitive skin. Part of the game was him not being able to order Jinki around. So all he could do was suffer, the toy deep inside him pressing against his spot as it vibrated wildly, as his leader’s mouth coaxed him back into hardness.
With a harsh tug on his hair, Taemin pulled the older boy away from the trembling man, almost tossing him around as Jinki whined and tried to get back to Jonghyuns cock. “Down, bitch” Key snapped, and Jinki stopped his movements, his head hung low so that his hair covered his eyes, but his form trembled continuously, like he was the one with the vibrator inside him, “we said clean him up not suck him dry, slut” Jinki nodded rapidly, whimpering quietly as Taemin forced Jjong to step out of his pants and underwear, tossing the soiled fabric at the kneeling leader, as Key drew the toy out of Jjong slowly, pulling a ragged gasp from the slim boy.
“Present yourself” he commanded, kicking at Jinki lightly as he dropped the singer to the ground. Jonghyun scrambled to tug his pants up as Jinki shifted meekly, turning to raise his ass into the air like he was commanded, a blush burning over his cheeks when Taemin slapped him, grabbing onto a handful of his ass and squeezing tightly, drawing a whine from the older man. Key clicked his tongue as he pulled the condom off the toy and put another on, tugging down the leaders pants, stopping for a moment to snap the frilly lace panties Jinki was wearing against his skin, pulling it aside and spread his ass, rubbing the tip of the still vibrating toy against his entrance, “you want it, bitch? Not as big as the studs you normaly breed with, is it whore?” he muttered as he pressed it inside, ripping a throaty moan from Jinki, as he was stretched open, whimpering continuously when it pressed into his spot, vibrating widly and he lost his posture, knees hitting the floor. Key shook his head and nodded to taemin, who bent to pull the leaders pants back up, slapping him again for good measure,
“Now, try to contain yourself until we get home”
Jongtae Fluff What Normal people do PG
“Jonghyun no,” Key snapped at his friend, the moment he saw the look of total heart struck puppy love fall over the sorely mislabeled tough guy. “He’s a freshman! He’s only here because he’s Minho’s roommate. That practically makes the kid his property. Leave him alone” but, just like every other time the Dance team captain tried to yank the hapless romantics heart out of the pit it falls into, it didn’t even registered in the older boys head. He was probably seeing the shy, lanky bottle blond with hears all around in some kind of rose colored tint already. He didn’t have to excuse himself for Kibum to know he was already gone.
“You'd better direct that beauty somewhere else, you'll set the carpet on fire.” The brunette said smoothly, as he leaned into the wall said pretty blonde freshmen was leaning on, staring down at his feet. Jonghyun felt particularly suave, especially as the younger boys face flushed pink, scuffing his foot against said carpet. He was even about to open his pretty mouth and honest to god say something, when Jjong was suddenly pushed away from the current love of his life.
“Back off Asshole,” Minho snarled, sliding between him and the pretty freshmen. “He doesn’t want any.” Now, Minho had a head on Jonghyun, and he was as competitive and territorial as a wolverine. He was the striker and co-captain of the soccer team with the sweeper, a calm kindhearted genius named Jinki. But where Jinki was self-conscious, Minho was all ego.
Jonghyun frowned and cracked his knuckles, a bad habit that tended to make him look intimidating. “Just trying to be friendly Choi. Kid looked lonely, over here by himself. Shame to waist such beauty on the wallpaper.” he shot a glance behind Minho, basking in the blush that fell over the boy’s face once again. But the Soccer star didn’t back down, and Jonghyun did hate fighting so he left, scowling darkly and sulking back to the bar where Key was still sipping his cocktail. “I don’t want to hear it” the older boy snapped, ignoring the Diva’s grin.
Later that evening, the drinks were flowing well but Jjong wanted to stay sober. His target couldn’t drink, and it wouldn’t do to drunkenly slobber all over the poor boy. He did bump into him coming out of the bathroom, though, and couldn’t miss his chance. “Holy Jesus Joseph and Mary” he proclaimed, grabbing the arm the boy had bumped into and collapsing into the wall dramatically, “I’ve been touched by an angel!” The honest to god laugh he got from the kid was worth making he feel kind of like an idiot. It was even worth being chased away, because apparently Minho had decided to stick closer to his prize tonight, and came out of the bathroom not a few seconds later.
It was way later when they finally got some alone time. The boy sitting on the edge of the side walk, jacket rolled up in his lap as he watched cars going by. Jonghyun blinked as he noticed him, looking around the ever vigilant asshole, before approaching slowly. “Um… You okay?” he asked hesitantly. Pick up lines were so much easier.
The poor kid jumped at his voice, turning fast, but when he saw Jjong he relaxed a little, turning back to the street. “Yeah, just waiting for a cab to come pick me up” he said, his voice fucking perfect to Jjong, who frowned and sat next to him, “the bartender said he’d call me one like, half an hour ago.”
Jjong rolled his eyes, nodding, “yeah, he’s like that. Anyway, how come Choi didn’t drive you home? Aren’t you guys like… buddies, or something?” he asked lamely, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“Oh, Minho?” the kid asked, tilting his head a little, “He disappeared with Jinki-Hyung a while ago. I… elected not to follow” he said with another blush, and Jjong nodded, understanding. The relationship between the captains was a bit… more physical than a pretty freshman should be subjected to. Jjong’s brain screeched to a halt, suddenly trying to figure out of maybe this kid was some kind of kinky add on to their sexcapades. “I told them I could take care of myself. You’re the only trouble I’ve had tonight, anyway.”
That made Jjong pout, “Hey!” he said, clutching at his hart, “that hurts! I have been nothing but a gentleman this whole evening, fair sir. It was that brutish Choi who was trouble” he muttered, letting his hands fall, “So are you guys… um, like…” he trailed off, trying to think of a polite way to ask the stranger if he was in a threesome with the captains of the soccer team.
“What? Oh, no!” the boy said, laughing and wrinkling his nose in slight, amused disgust, “no. Jinki-Hyungs my older brother. Minho’s just a bit protective, is all” he waved his hand as if to dismiss the thought.
“Oh, cool!” The older student said excitedly, “I was asking because, there aren’t many angels on earth, and I was worried I had missed you.” He grinned slyly at the blonde, who just scoffed, and looked down at the street.
“Normal people start with Hello, You know” The freshmen stated, matter of fact and a little tired, and Jjong pouted at him. He rolled his eyes and held his hand out, “like this. Hello. I’m Lee Taemin. Who are you?”
Jonghyun blushed, biting his lip and feeling silly as he grasped Taemin’s hand, shaking it, “I’m Kim Jonghyun. It’s nice to meet you. Let me walk you home?”
Out Of Time / angst hinted jongtae PG
so this is based off a nightmare I had last night, thanks to the weeping angels.
Jonghyun lay on his death bed, in the very same hospital he was born in. Someone may have thought it was ironic, do die in the same place you started living. But he knew that was a whiles off. He was old now, oldest one in his village, smartest, which was a first, and had spent the rest of his life for them. Amassing a wealth he could only dream off. Every move strategically set up for the future, for everything they’d ever wanted to do. He had to be carefully though, couldn’t change too much.
It wouldn’t make up for his disappearance, for being forced to leave like that. But his only consolation, as he took his last breath, 50 years before he was supposed to be born, was that his will was iron clad, if for all his sons contested it. He loved them, but they were but messengers, and he wouldn’t let them squander what he’d gained. Such an attitude left him to die alone, however. A lonely, bitter old man with a voice like a song bird, out of time in ever sense.
It had been three weeks after Jonghyun disappeared that the smartly dressed boy who looked remarkably like the singer walked right into their dorm, had punched in the door code by himself.
“I bring sad tidings” he announced, when Key reached for the phone to call security, “my grandfather dearly wishes you to hear” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a well warn photograph of his grandfather, hard at work at the lumber mill he later grew to own, and handed it to Jinki, who took one look at it, and dropped it like he’d been burned.
“Is this some kind of Joke?” The older man hissed, as the rest of SHINee scrambled forward to look at the picture, mixed gasps of shock or despair rippling through them, “some kind of random demand?”
“You have me wrong, sir” the boy said hastily, ignoring how they flinched as he reached for his wallet, pulling out his id, “My name is Kim Jonghyun IV. No one in my family believed he was telling the truth, when he told stories about you four. Until you became famous, that is.” He smiled shakily and pulled out a thick envelope from inside his coat pocket, “I’m told my great grandfather was a wonderful man, even if he was distant from his wife and sons. Vibrant and full of life, driven” he blinked and sighed, handing Jinki the envelope, “it was in his will that you 4 receive equal portions of his estate, and the inheritance.”
The silence was heavy in the dorm as Jinki opened the old envelope, distributing the four letters inside and reading over the will, before turning to read the letter addressed to him. Taemin was the first to break down into sobs, collapsing onto the floor with broken whispers of “I love you too” as he clutched the letter to his chest.
Minho and Key moved quickly to comfort him, even as their own eyes brimmed with tears. Jinki coughed and folded his letter up with careful, shaking hands and turned to the boy who also seemed a bit misty eyed by the whole thing, “H-have you read these?” The leader asked tightly, coughing to clear his throat. Jonghyun the fourth rapidly shook his head.
“We were forbidden to,” he added, chewing on his lip “Besides, at first, none of us wanted to believe how crazy he was, at the end. But then, when he found out he was telling the truth… they were privet, should remain between you and him, the last words from a man out of time.”
In the Forest Of the Night NC-17
Jinki/Shadows (not so hinted jongyu)
He was cold, yet hot at the same time, a sheen of sweat coated to his skin, young, nubile, supple, the elders said as they stared at him, dirty fingers touching and pressing, virgin, his pure white clothing clinging like a second skin as he panted into the frosty air, his breath visible in the wind as he trembled on the bed. Whether it was from the cold, or fear maybe, he didn’t know.
Something fell over his leg, and he flinched it’s just a shadow he told himself, trying not to look down, to see. He knows what it is, what it could only be. One doesn’t feel shadows creeping up your legs like a hot breath, pressure one his skin as it slipped under his clothing, and he gasped. The noise made the shadows pause, curious like they were waiting, only to continue their way up his body a second later, firmer in their touch, like they no longer cared if he was awake or not.
He shifted, twitching as the phantom touches grew warmer, squirming lightly as the shadows tugged his pants down and sliding up over his stomach to push at his shirt, the tingling warmth caressing a nipple experimentally drawing another whimper from him. Soon he was stark naked pale flesh in the cool moonlight warmed by the dark tendrils of shadows snaking over his body, wrapping around his legs and his stomach, over his chest and neck, his eyes.
It started slow, warmth over his chest, held in an arch as he was lifted slightly, rubbing circles over his nipples, drawing whines from his lips. but soon hot and dry was hot and wet, licking over his erect buds and it felt like he was on fire, a pleasant burn that flooded though his veins, a full on moan in the dead of night. The shadows liked that.
Soon other shadowy tentacles touched him, all wet, wrapping around his slowly engorging cock, stroking him in an overlapping rhythm, making him writhe and call out, in pain and in pleasure as the fire burned though him, so hot he couldn’t keep it inside, whimpers and moans falling from his lips like rain, twisting and turning.
He was distracted, caught up, and didn’t feel the first slip of a dripping tentacle slide inside his virgin tightness, read thin and slick as oil it burrowed, rubbing into his walls. it pulsed slightly, slowly, like a heartbeat, and with every other pulse it grew, stretching him from the inside, and then he did cry out, shocked and tried to look, see past the shadow on his eyes, see what was happening to his body.
But he couldn’t, his head tugged back gently, a squeeze on his throat, and he whimpered, moaning louder and louder as he was stretched from the inside, a sharp, panicked gasped falling from his lips as the tip of his cock, drooling precum over the slick tentacle’s wrapped around him, pressing into the slit gently, going deeper and deeper. he whimpered as it pulsed as well, stretching him slower as it wiggled, thrusting in and out of his cock as the one in his ass started to move as well, slick sucking sounds pilled the air past his panting, his moans, the slip-slide of the tentacle, still growing, larger, longer, into his entrance, deep inside his body, now wet and warm and welcoming, thanks to the liquid the shadow dripped.
he moaned shamelessly, twisting and writhing in the bonds of the shadows, as they lifted him higher into the air, as if to show him off like a prize to the moon, heat burning him inside, his body stretched wide, pounded into, fucked he named it, this was a claiming of his body, so carnal the actions of the shadows. he was being fucked, legs spread wide to show off how deep he was being touched, his dripping cock lips stretched too, accommodating the ever growing tendril that fucked into him there, rubbing into places he’d never dreamed to have been touched.
He was loud in the dead forest, moans and whimpers, whines of pure pleasure, and nothing like the pain the elders’ whisper of, his tongue licked at my wet little tongues, dripping liquid fire into his mouth honey sweet on his tongue. he bucked into the press of his lower half, wanting more as the one in his ass touching and curling, teasing a spot inside that burned him up, hotter and hotter, climbing towards a volcanic peak he was scared to reach, surely he would burn up in this feeling?
But everything was pulsing, faster and faster, in sync with his heart beat as something more solid slide into his throat. He instinctually sucked, drinking down the honeyed nectar, his head dizzy with the taste as his mouth was forced wide over a knot in the shadow, large and imposing as it forced its way down his throat. the shadow on his throat loosened but he couldn’t breath as his throat bulged, before it disappeared, sliding into his stomach with a burst of bitter sweet pleasure, ricocheting though his body bringing him to a peak he couldn’t rest.
He sobbed, as the shadow slide from his mouth, please he begged the darkness, needing but not knowing what he needed, please. The only response was a caress of his cheek, wiping away the excess liquid that dripped from his abused lips, feeding it back to him, flicking and curling over his tongue teasingly. He whined suddenly as he was stretched again, something bulbous pressing into his abused cock, stretching him wider as it slide in, and he cried out, trying to thrash but held still, as it slowly made its way down his cock, pressing into something that made his body ridged with pleasure before moving until he couldn’t feel it, and the tendril inside pulled away, leaving his cock empty and drooling, the shadow coming back to stroke him with renewed fever.
He was almost expecting it when he felt something pushing into his ass as he was fucked, but it didn’t stop him from crying out at the feeling of being brutally stretched around the spear as it moved down the shadowy tentacle inside him. The in and out thrusts never stopped moving, he was even shifted hips tilted and legs wider as he was pressed, spread from the inside out. He was shivering, crying out with every breath as he trembled on the brink, stretched wide and just so full, there was a sudden explosion of heat inside him, and it was over. He seized up, body locking into a harsh arch as his scream of raw pleasure echoed around the forest, cum sliding from his stretched cock as he shivered, whimpering as he came down from his orgasm. The shadows gently laying him down where he’d been and retreating from within his body.
He still felt so full, the taste of honey on his lounge as his body glistened in the moonlight, warm liquid dripping from his entrance and still oozing out of his cock sluggishly. He was rocked in the warm embrace of the shadows, guided to sleep under the full moon.
Sometime later he awoke to a hand on his stomach, rubbing affectionately. He murmured, grunting as he tried to move his tired body, understand what was happening. A voice shushed him, stroking back his sweat matted hear with a light, musical sound, cooing gently.
Still he blinked into the darkness, no strength to be startled by the puppy esk eyes that stared into his, seeming to glow in the waning light of the moon, what is your name the eyes said, though he assumed there was a face somewhere, covered in the shadows.
Jinki he whispered, still tired from the ordeal
I am the forest the eyes said, a sudden bright fire burning in them as the hand returned to his stomach stroking him slowly, affectionately you will bring me new life.
break me - jongho PG
it was always like this, now. Circling around each other like polarized magnets. Minho’s been away now, filming his drama and having fun, from the conversations he over hears when the younger boy calls Key or Jinki.
It started back when they decided to switch rooms, and they all drew straws. the only people who ended up switching were Taemin and Minho. The taller boy had gotten a little suspicious, maybe, when they started to grow loser, Jonghyun taking the maknae to go work out with him. But what really hit the nail on the head with Minho was internet war. He assumed, and there was a fight, Jonghyun defending his artistic choices, Minho just didn’t fit into the song, and the younger more or less implying he thought Jonghyun was doing more than just being ‘artistic’ with Taemin.
It wasn’t like that, but Minho wouldn’t see reason, and they were just starting to build a bridge over the chasm it created when he was yanked away, filming, and Jonghyun missed him, like a void in his heart, he felt cold and alone more often than ever before. the only person who was always there was Taemin, warm, sunny Taemin who didn’t really know how to comfort someone, so he would make terrible jokes, and burn the food he was trying to cook, and piss of Key just to get Jonghyun to smile again.
He supposes the fact that they’re bonding over Jjongs broken heart became obvious to the others, they grew closer and the public noticed too. they were a ‘ship’ and not it was fan service, too. But with each action, Minho pushed him further away, back to the dark and the cold that Taemin was pulling him out off.
He felt torn and trapped and excluded, even as Taemin tried to explain that it would get better, when Minho comes back they can talk, he’d move back in with Jinki and Key. Everything will be okay again, hyung, dont cry.
taekey; cyborg au PG
“Fucking, hold still” the older boy scowled as he re-adjusted the electron drill, “if you don’t let me finish this tune up, You’ll short out again, and you remember the last time that happened” he trailed off as he finally got the slot in, “Well, no maybe you wont. But it ended with your head in a junk yard, and Jinki still hasnt forgiven me.”
Taemin whined, flinching at the jolt the plug gave him, as the paneling on his arm opened up, revealing the complex mess of wiring underneath, “It tickles” he muttered, wiggling his fingers and watching the corresponding wires light up, “you know, Just because I’m naked on a Friday night doesn’t mean its time for a tune up” he added lightly, like it wasn an issue.
Key hissed and almost dropped the nanoscaner in his palm, blushing hotly as he tugged on the cybors hair, “ya! Dont just saying things like that when i have your brain in the palm of my hand.” he scolded, as he picked up readings of self satisfaction, and pinched the younger man on the ear, “quit it! i brought you into this world, and I can sure as hell bring you out”
MinKey; Prison; Minho is a guard and Key is an inmate R
Everyone was scared of the big guard on duty; he was clean as a whistle, if a whistle broke fingers when people tried to break the rules, and he ran C block like back alley whore, tight and brutal. Key, thats what they called him, he could get anything for anyone, he had the keys, he wasn’t scared though, knew the Sharks weakness, knew that breaking inmates was like chumming the water for the big bull, got him all hot and steamy under the collar, but there wasnt any real satisfaction in it.
Thats why on particularly rough days, when the little fish think they could fight back, take back the reef, and the guards came down hard, he would wait, wait till the flush creep up on the boss mans neck, then he would clinked his nails against his cell bars, mettle tipped for safety, and wait for him to swoop down like a panther, “Minho~” he would purr, watching the ire rise on the bulls eyes, “I’ve been naughty~”
jinki purchases a broken jonghyun doll PG
Created human clearance sections always stank, store owners seemed to forget to take care of their merchandise when they were broken or had a design flaw in them. Jinki didnt really like going to them, and by that he meant hate, but it was unbecoming of a man of his statues not to have a doll of some sort, all his friends at the hospital had insisted he get one of the medical ones, “easy to put back together” they’d claimed. it made his stomach roll.
He never found anything one Jinki one, they’re humans even if they’re labgrown, that interested him, until today. A boy with gradient brown to blond hair sat slumped under the ‘returned items sign’ he looked more than a little beaten up, a few fingers missing, and the bandage over his eyes said broken, so he was probably blind. It would take someone with extraordinary amounts of money, and possibly access to top quality hospital equipment to even start putting the poor thing back together. But he felt like he was called to him, he was beautiful even in his cracked state, so he stepped closer, nudged the boy with his foot, just to see if he was alive. The boy jumped a mile, a high pitched whimper, as he struggled against something he couldn’t see.
“Hey, hey” Jinki said, the reaction screamed abused animal and it sealed the deal, “relax, I’m not going to hurt you” he said, motioning for the orderly to ring this one, Jonghyun, his collar read, up for him, “Its okay now. I’m Dr. Lee Jinki. I’m going to take you home, its okay now”
the better to eat you with NC-17
the fact that Taemin probably shouldnt look so god damn attractive in a frilly white lace corset and a red skirt was totally lost on Jonghyun, though the basket full of cookies was set aside for later and the red cape was definitely handy for keeping the grime of his car off the younger boy, as he nuzzled his way between Taemins thighs.
“hyung” the boy whimpered, a red flush as bright as his skirt, as Jjong bit into his inner thigh, leaving another pretty mark that he lovingly licked over, “what if someone comes by?” he hissed, though it turned rapidly into a whimper as the older boy laved his tongue over the dancers balls, growling softly. but Jjong ignored him, didnt care, as he spread him wider and nipped at the swell of his ass, and blowing hotly over the youngers entrance, leaking cum from their earlier fuck in the bedroom at Key’s Halloween bash. with a deep groan the older boy dragged his tongue over the slightly abused hole, purring at the shocked cry that ripped itself from Taemins throat, making him clutch at Jjongs head tighter.
“Fuck” Taemin hissed, arching against the hood of the car, pressing down against the older boys sinister tongue, he scratched at Jonghyuns head as he licked further into him, hot tongue wriggling around inside, making him moan and cry out, “oh shit, shit” he whined, pulling at his hair, trying to get him closer, “long ass fucking tongue, such a fucking dog hyung, shit” Jonghyun hummed and sucked on his rim, sliding back inside to try and lick away all of his essence, Taemin always got such a dirty mouth during sex, “eat me out wolf boy, oh my god”
Slut!Jinki with Taekai on the side Birthday Boy NC-17
Jinki whined into the gag, writhing as much as he can with his ankles bound to his thighs like they were. it made it easier for Taemin to hold his legs open with just one hand, as he worked four fingers from his other one into Jinkis ass diligently, moving and flexing them, making the older boy trash against his bindings, pulling desperately on the cuffs that kept his hands locked into the suspension bar that hung above the bed, trying both to pull away from the feel of those wicked pianist fingers and rock back into them.
“come on, Jongin” Taemins voice was coy and light, and Jinki moaned loudly as the dancer rubbed into his prostate, “Dont be scared, he wants it”
at the end of the bed, between Jinkis spread legs sat Kai, eyes locked on the purly pornografic image of his shinee hyungs, cock hard, arching up out of his pants as he bite his lip and blushed shyly. He doubted he’d even bee in such a state of undress had Taemin not had his hand down the youngests pants the moment the entered the dorm. He flushed brightly nd whines, cock twitching as Jinki let out another loud noise though his gag. Jongin could see the oldests hole clentching down around Taemins fingers, taken them in down to the last knuckle, the wide part of Taemins hand thratening to press in, as he ran his thumb over the stretched rim lightly, before pulling his fingers out slowly.
Taemin whiped them off on the sheats and shifted Jinki down as far as his arms would let him, gripping the eldests ass and holding him opem watching Kai swallow hard as his eyes focused on Onews entrance, flush red and wet from whatever Taemin had used to work him open, clentching tightly as the leader whined, feeling increadably empty and exposed.
“Jongin” Taemin purred, licking at Jinki’s ear, “Take him, look how bad he wants it.” he dipped a hand in and ran a finger over the slightly puckered entrance, collecting some of the liquid that dripped out and brought it to his mouth, sucking lightly, “little whore” Taemin murmured affectionately as he slapped Jinki’s ass, the smack of skin against skin echoing in Jongin’s ears as Jinki yelped, “You taste like Manager hyung-duel”
Kai flushed bright red, his cock giving another twitch because oh god why does Jinki have both of his managers cum inside him and why does Taemin know what they taste like off the top of his head and is this what Exo has to look forward two because he’s not gunna lie he’s kinda had a crush on their Manager, and Suho has a really nice ass and…
Taemin rolled his eyes and through a pillow at Kai, getting his attention, “Jongin-ah~” he cooed, voice slightly tinted with his annoyance at the younger boys hesitance, “You wanna fuck Jinki hyung, right? put your virgin cock in his tight, hot, cum slick pussy dont you?” he grinned at the full body shudder his words gave the younger boy, watching Kai’s eyes drop to Jinkis entrance once more, as the leader whines in embarrassment, his cock dripping against his stomach, and Taemin wondered if their managers let him cum before they left him like this, then shrugged as he noticed Kai shifting closer.
“Thats in Jongin,” he said, as he watched the youngest line the tip of his cock up to the eldest stretched entrance, pressing the head in and moaning low in his throat. it was the first noise he made and Jinki’s body shivered as it washed over him, clenching down on him, and Taemin chuckled as his best friend whined, “Dont worry about hurting him Jongin, his cunt was made for taking cock”
Another Day, Another Dollar NC-17
in which Jonghyun is a whore, and the cop that arrested him is a necrophilia (no one dies)
Jonghyun shivers in the back of the cruiser, he’s soaking wet from when the officer stuck him in the gym showers Before arresting him, cuffs tight behind his back so he couldnt even rub his arms for warmth. the air conditioner was on, pumping cold air over the freezing man. Jjong knew what the officer was doing, trying to lower his body temp. They’ll go right to the hospital, and he will be shivering uncontrollably by then, making him look high or strung out, a danger to everyone, and the arresting officer will take him in the back and make sure he doesnt leave his assigned room.
Except thats not what happens because thats never what happens. Instead he’s brought down to the morgue, where he’ll be stuck in one of those cold chambers for a while, where it smells like rot and Jonghyun will spent the entire time wondering if this is where he’s going to die. there’s a crack in the door of the air tight chamber, letting in a light that’s pure white pain compared to the rest of the darkness, and air he needs to breath. its silent and he lays still, his only comfort the fact that he can still hear his own heartbeat.
what feels like a life time later, the door above his head is opened and he’s dragged out, trust into the world again, blinded by the lights and near frozen, he cant struggle as he flipped onto a long, cool table, mind slowly offering the image of an autopsy table for him, and he hates that he’s too used to this to feel revolted anymore, as his pants ripped from his freezing body and his legs spread wide.
The cop doesnt want him to move, or make noise, or even respond really, so he lays flat and is okay with that, he’s to cold to get hard, his hands and feet tingle, and he supposes that this is maybe what hypothermia feels like before his legs are spread and the prostitute thanks god for his profession before otherwise the man would be fucking him raw and unstretched as it were the cold is making his body tight anyway, and it still hurts a little, and he lets his head thunk back against the table, feeling like he’s being burned from the inside out whit how hot the man feels inside him.
Jonghyun wondered if this is what rape feels like, as well, before hes distracted by the lights dancing through his vision, he was sleepy, and the cop inside him was an awful lay, so it was a good thing that he didnt have to do anything, watching as he grunted and sweated above him, looking exactly like the pigs people called them. he just kept thrusting at different angles, muttering things about how Jjong liked it, and how he should take it, and the prostitute just laid there, slowly warming up in the slightly warmer room.
There is a spark of serious worry when the man grunts and shoved in hard, his cock twitching inside Jonghyun as he came, the younger man feeling the warmth blossom inside keenly, and he hoped that the cope wore a condom because that was a rule. But when he pulled out the heat when with him, and Jjong had enough strength to roll his head to the side, watching the man snap the rubber off his dick and wrap it in a glove before tossing it into the trash.
the blond just blinked, lazy and confused as he was redressed and grabbed by his hair, yanked out of the room, and though the hospitals back rooms, stumbling their way to one of the emergency exits, where he was shoved unceremoniously onto the ground and left there as the man sneered at him, tossing a rolled up wad of bills his way and disappearing back into the depths of the hospital.
Jonghyun leaned back against the wall, shivering in the warm afternoon air as he laily reached for the money, stuffing it in his pocket and curled up into a ball, hoping no one would come and kick him awake any time soon because he was tired and far to dizzy to make it home.
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untitled possible shameless follow up: NC-17
Jonghyun stumbled backstage, face flush under his make up as he struggled to find their dressing room. The large warm hands on the small of his back could only belong to Jinki, as the older boy guided him in the right direction. too soon was the older mans hands batted away, as Key, with a tell tail click of his tongue, non to gently nudged the usual victim away from the new pray, and pressed himself against Jonghyuns back once they were safely shut away from the rest of the world.
Jonghyun choked on a whimper as the Diva brought his knee up to nudge at his ass, struggling weakly from the overwhelming pleasure, as the youngest slinked around them both to Jonghyuns front, smiling at the older man with mischief bright eyes, as he slowly undid the older boys pants.
“It seems you had an accident” Key muttered quietly, looking down as Taemin peeled away the singers cum stained boxers, “That’s against the rules, pet”
“P-please” Jonghyun shivered, closing his eyes and leaning heavily against the younger boy, sighing as the cool air hit his oversensitive cock, I m-made it through, just the end, please shut it off, take it out.. I-I can’t-” He broke of with a loud wail, as Key reached into his pocket and turned up the vibrations on the toy that buzzed inside the older idol, thick and deep inside.
“We cant” Taemin said cheekily as he finished stripping the older boy from the waist down, “Minho’s orders~” he turned to Jinki, who’d been hovering close by, playing with his fingers and bouncing on his toes, waiting to be noticed but hoping not to be, and gripped his hair rightly, “Clean him up, slut” he hissed, still a little clumsy with his orders but the shiver that ran through Jinki as the youngest shoved him down onto his knees before the messy boy was proof enough that he was getting better at ordering the leader around.
Jinki all but moaned as the dancer forced his head closer, dizzy with the smell of Jonghyuns cum, he dragged his tongue over the younger singers softened cock, licking up what liquid didnt get on Jonghyuns boxers.. Jonghyun whimpered, writhing in the divas grip as the older boys wet, hot tongue licked over his sensitive skin. Part of the game was him not being able to order Jinki around. So all he could do was suffer, the toy deep inside him pressing against his spot as it vibrated wildly, as his leader’s mouth coaxed him back into hardness.
With a harsh tug on his hair, Taemin pulled the older boy away from the trembling man, almost tossing him around as Jinki whined and tried to get back to Jonghyuns cock. “Down, bitch” Key snapped, and Jinki stopped his movements, his head hung low so that his hair covered his eyes, but his form trembled continuously, like he was the one with the vibrator inside him, “we said clean him up not suck him dry, slut” Jinki nodded rapidly, whimpering quietly as Taemin forced Jjong to step out of his pants and underwear, tossing the soiled fabric at the kneeling leader, as Key drew the toy out of Jjong slowly, pulling a ragged gasp from the slim boy.
“Present yourself” he commanded, kicking at Jinki lightly as he dropped the singer to the ground. Jonghyun scrambled to tug his pants up as Jinki shifted meekly, turning to raise his ass into the air like he was commanded, a blush burning over his cheeks when Taemin slapped him, grabbing onto a handful of his ass and squeezing tightly, drawing a whine from the older man. Key clicked his tongue as he pulled the condom off the toy and put another on, tugging down the leaders pants, stopping for a moment to snap the frilly lace panties Jinki was wearing against his skin, pulling it aside and spread his ass, rubbing the tip of the still vibrating toy against his entrance, “you want it, bitch? Not as big as the studs you normaly breed with, is it whore?” he muttered as he pressed it inside, ripping a throaty moan from Jinki, as he was stretched open, whimpering continuously when it pressed into his spot, vibrating widly and he lost his posture, knees hitting the floor. Key shook his head and nodded to taemin, who bent to pull the leaders pants back up, slapping him again for good measure,
“Now, try to contain yourself until we get home”
Jongtae Fluff What Normal people do PG
“Jonghyun no,” Key snapped at his friend, the moment he saw the look of total heart struck puppy love fall over the sorely mislabeled tough guy. “He’s a freshman! He’s only here because he’s Minho’s roommate. That practically makes the kid his property. Leave him alone” but, just like every other time the Dance team captain tried to yank the hapless romantics heart out of the pit it falls into, it didn’t even registered in the older boys head. He was probably seeing the shy, lanky bottle blond with hears all around in some kind of rose colored tint already. He didn’t have to excuse himself for Kibum to know he was already gone.
“You'd better direct that beauty somewhere else, you'll set the carpet on fire.” The brunette said smoothly, as he leaned into the wall said pretty blonde freshmen was leaning on, staring down at his feet. Jonghyun felt particularly suave, especially as the younger boys face flushed pink, scuffing his foot against said carpet. He was even about to open his pretty mouth and honest to god say something, when Jjong was suddenly pushed away from the current love of his life.
“Back off Asshole,” Minho snarled, sliding between him and the pretty freshmen. “He doesn’t want any.” Now, Minho had a head on Jonghyun, and he was as competitive and territorial as a wolverine. He was the striker and co-captain of the soccer team with the sweeper, a calm kindhearted genius named Jinki. But where Jinki was self-conscious, Minho was all ego.
Jonghyun frowned and cracked his knuckles, a bad habit that tended to make him look intimidating. “Just trying to be friendly Choi. Kid looked lonely, over here by himself. Shame to waist such beauty on the wallpaper.” he shot a glance behind Minho, basking in the blush that fell over the boy’s face once again. But the Soccer star didn’t back down, and Jonghyun did hate fighting so he left, scowling darkly and sulking back to the bar where Key was still sipping his cocktail. “I don’t want to hear it” the older boy snapped, ignoring the Diva’s grin.
Later that evening, the drinks were flowing well but Jjong wanted to stay sober. His target couldn’t drink, and it wouldn’t do to drunkenly slobber all over the poor boy. He did bump into him coming out of the bathroom, though, and couldn’t miss his chance. “Holy Jesus Joseph and Mary” he proclaimed, grabbing the arm the boy had bumped into and collapsing into the wall dramatically, “I’ve been touched by an angel!” The honest to god laugh he got from the kid was worth making he feel kind of like an idiot. It was even worth being chased away, because apparently Minho had decided to stick closer to his prize tonight, and came out of the bathroom not a few seconds later.
It was way later when they finally got some alone time. The boy sitting on the edge of the side walk, jacket rolled up in his lap as he watched cars going by. Jonghyun blinked as he noticed him, looking around the ever vigilant asshole, before approaching slowly. “Um… You okay?” he asked hesitantly. Pick up lines were so much easier.
The poor kid jumped at his voice, turning fast, but when he saw Jjong he relaxed a little, turning back to the street. “Yeah, just waiting for a cab to come pick me up” he said, his voice fucking perfect to Jjong, who frowned and sat next to him, “the bartender said he’d call me one like, half an hour ago.”
Jjong rolled his eyes, nodding, “yeah, he’s like that. Anyway, how come Choi didn’t drive you home? Aren’t you guys like… buddies, or something?” he asked lamely, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“Oh, Minho?” the kid asked, tilting his head a little, “He disappeared with Jinki-Hyung a while ago. I… elected not to follow” he said with another blush, and Jjong nodded, understanding. The relationship between the captains was a bit… more physical than a pretty freshman should be subjected to. Jjong’s brain screeched to a halt, suddenly trying to figure out of maybe this kid was some kind of kinky add on to their sexcapades. “I told them I could take care of myself. You’re the only trouble I’ve had tonight, anyway.”
That made Jjong pout, “Hey!” he said, clutching at his hart, “that hurts! I have been nothing but a gentleman this whole evening, fair sir. It was that brutish Choi who was trouble” he muttered, letting his hands fall, “So are you guys… um, like…” he trailed off, trying to think of a polite way to ask the stranger if he was in a threesome with the captains of the soccer team.
“What? Oh, no!” the boy said, laughing and wrinkling his nose in slight, amused disgust, “no. Jinki-Hyungs my older brother. Minho’s just a bit protective, is all” he waved his hand as if to dismiss the thought.
“Oh, cool!” The older student said excitedly, “I was asking because, there aren’t many angels on earth, and I was worried I had missed you.” He grinned slyly at the blonde, who just scoffed, and looked down at the street.
“Normal people start with Hello, You know” The freshmen stated, matter of fact and a little tired, and Jjong pouted at him. He rolled his eyes and held his hand out, “like this. Hello. I’m Lee Taemin. Who are you?”
Jonghyun blushed, biting his lip and feeling silly as he grasped Taemin’s hand, shaking it, “I’m Kim Jonghyun. It’s nice to meet you. Let me walk you home?”
Out Of Time / angst hinted jongtae PG
so this is based off a nightmare I had last night, thanks to the weeping angels.
Jonghyun lay on his death bed, in the very same hospital he was born in. Someone may have thought it was ironic, do die in the same place you started living. But he knew that was a whiles off. He was old now, oldest one in his village, smartest, which was a first, and had spent the rest of his life for them. Amassing a wealth he could only dream off. Every move strategically set up for the future, for everything they’d ever wanted to do. He had to be carefully though, couldn’t change too much.
It wouldn’t make up for his disappearance, for being forced to leave like that. But his only consolation, as he took his last breath, 50 years before he was supposed to be born, was that his will was iron clad, if for all his sons contested it. He loved them, but they were but messengers, and he wouldn’t let them squander what he’d gained. Such an attitude left him to die alone, however. A lonely, bitter old man with a voice like a song bird, out of time in ever sense.
It had been three weeks after Jonghyun disappeared that the smartly dressed boy who looked remarkably like the singer walked right into their dorm, had punched in the door code by himself.
“I bring sad tidings” he announced, when Key reached for the phone to call security, “my grandfather dearly wishes you to hear” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a well warn photograph of his grandfather, hard at work at the lumber mill he later grew to own, and handed it to Jinki, who took one look at it, and dropped it like he’d been burned.
“Is this some kind of Joke?” The older man hissed, as the rest of SHINee scrambled forward to look at the picture, mixed gasps of shock or despair rippling through them, “some kind of random demand?”
“You have me wrong, sir” the boy said hastily, ignoring how they flinched as he reached for his wallet, pulling out his id, “My name is Kim Jonghyun IV. No one in my family believed he was telling the truth, when he told stories about you four. Until you became famous, that is.” He smiled shakily and pulled out a thick envelope from inside his coat pocket, “I’m told my great grandfather was a wonderful man, even if he was distant from his wife and sons. Vibrant and full of life, driven” he blinked and sighed, handing Jinki the envelope, “it was in his will that you 4 receive equal portions of his estate, and the inheritance.”
The silence was heavy in the dorm as Jinki opened the old envelope, distributing the four letters inside and reading over the will, before turning to read the letter addressed to him. Taemin was the first to break down into sobs, collapsing onto the floor with broken whispers of “I love you too” as he clutched the letter to his chest.
Minho and Key moved quickly to comfort him, even as their own eyes brimmed with tears. Jinki coughed and folded his letter up with careful, shaking hands and turned to the boy who also seemed a bit misty eyed by the whole thing, “H-have you read these?” The leader asked tightly, coughing to clear his throat. Jonghyun the fourth rapidly shook his head.
“We were forbidden to,” he added, chewing on his lip “Besides, at first, none of us wanted to believe how crazy he was, at the end. But then, when he found out he was telling the truth… they were privet, should remain between you and him, the last words from a man out of time.”
In the Forest Of the Night NC-17
Jinki/Shadows (not so hinted jongyu)
He was cold, yet hot at the same time, a sheen of sweat coated to his skin, young, nubile, supple, the elders said as they stared at him, dirty fingers touching and pressing, virgin, his pure white clothing clinging like a second skin as he panted into the frosty air, his breath visible in the wind as he trembled on the bed. Whether it was from the cold, or fear maybe, he didn’t know.
Something fell over his leg, and he flinched it’s just a shadow he told himself, trying not to look down, to see. He knows what it is, what it could only be. One doesn’t feel shadows creeping up your legs like a hot breath, pressure one his skin as it slipped under his clothing, and he gasped. The noise made the shadows pause, curious like they were waiting, only to continue their way up his body a second later, firmer in their touch, like they no longer cared if he was awake or not.
He shifted, twitching as the phantom touches grew warmer, squirming lightly as the shadows tugged his pants down and sliding up over his stomach to push at his shirt, the tingling warmth caressing a nipple experimentally drawing another whimper from him. Soon he was stark naked pale flesh in the cool moonlight warmed by the dark tendrils of shadows snaking over his body, wrapping around his legs and his stomach, over his chest and neck, his eyes.
It started slow, warmth over his chest, held in an arch as he was lifted slightly, rubbing circles over his nipples, drawing whines from his lips. but soon hot and dry was hot and wet, licking over his erect buds and it felt like he was on fire, a pleasant burn that flooded though his veins, a full on moan in the dead of night. The shadows liked that.
Soon other shadowy tentacles touched him, all wet, wrapping around his slowly engorging cock, stroking him in an overlapping rhythm, making him writhe and call out, in pain and in pleasure as the fire burned though him, so hot he couldn’t keep it inside, whimpers and moans falling from his lips like rain, twisting and turning.
He was distracted, caught up, and didn’t feel the first slip of a dripping tentacle slide inside his virgin tightness, read thin and slick as oil it burrowed, rubbing into his walls. it pulsed slightly, slowly, like a heartbeat, and with every other pulse it grew, stretching him from the inside, and then he did cry out, shocked and tried to look, see past the shadow on his eyes, see what was happening to his body.
But he couldn’t, his head tugged back gently, a squeeze on his throat, and he whimpered, moaning louder and louder as he was stretched from the inside, a sharp, panicked gasped falling from his lips as the tip of his cock, drooling precum over the slick tentacle’s wrapped around him, pressing into the slit gently, going deeper and deeper. he whimpered as it pulsed as well, stretching him slower as it wiggled, thrusting in and out of his cock as the one in his ass started to move as well, slick sucking sounds pilled the air past his panting, his moans, the slip-slide of the tentacle, still growing, larger, longer, into his entrance, deep inside his body, now wet and warm and welcoming, thanks to the liquid the shadow dripped.
he moaned shamelessly, twisting and writhing in the bonds of the shadows, as they lifted him higher into the air, as if to show him off like a prize to the moon, heat burning him inside, his body stretched wide, pounded into, fucked he named it, this was a claiming of his body, so carnal the actions of the shadows. he was being fucked, legs spread wide to show off how deep he was being touched, his dripping cock lips stretched too, accommodating the ever growing tendril that fucked into him there, rubbing into places he’d never dreamed to have been touched.
He was loud in the dead forest, moans and whimpers, whines of pure pleasure, and nothing like the pain the elders’ whisper of, his tongue licked at my wet little tongues, dripping liquid fire into his mouth honey sweet on his tongue. he bucked into the press of his lower half, wanting more as the one in his ass touching and curling, teasing a spot inside that burned him up, hotter and hotter, climbing towards a volcanic peak he was scared to reach, surely he would burn up in this feeling?
But everything was pulsing, faster and faster, in sync with his heart beat as something more solid slide into his throat. He instinctually sucked, drinking down the honeyed nectar, his head dizzy with the taste as his mouth was forced wide over a knot in the shadow, large and imposing as it forced its way down his throat. the shadow on his throat loosened but he couldn’t breath as his throat bulged, before it disappeared, sliding into his stomach with a burst of bitter sweet pleasure, ricocheting though his body bringing him to a peak he couldn’t rest.
He sobbed, as the shadow slide from his mouth, please he begged the darkness, needing but not knowing what he needed, please. The only response was a caress of his cheek, wiping away the excess liquid that dripped from his abused lips, feeding it back to him, flicking and curling over his tongue teasingly. He whined suddenly as he was stretched again, something bulbous pressing into his abused cock, stretching him wider as it slide in, and he cried out, trying to thrash but held still, as it slowly made its way down his cock, pressing into something that made his body ridged with pleasure before moving until he couldn’t feel it, and the tendril inside pulled away, leaving his cock empty and drooling, the shadow coming back to stroke him with renewed fever.
He was almost expecting it when he felt something pushing into his ass as he was fucked, but it didn’t stop him from crying out at the feeling of being brutally stretched around the spear as it moved down the shadowy tentacle inside him. The in and out thrusts never stopped moving, he was even shifted hips tilted and legs wider as he was pressed, spread from the inside out. He was shivering, crying out with every breath as he trembled on the brink, stretched wide and just so full, there was a sudden explosion of heat inside him, and it was over. He seized up, body locking into a harsh arch as his scream of raw pleasure echoed around the forest, cum sliding from his stretched cock as he shivered, whimpering as he came down from his orgasm. The shadows gently laying him down where he’d been and retreating from within his body.
He still felt so full, the taste of honey on his lounge as his body glistened in the moonlight, warm liquid dripping from his entrance and still oozing out of his cock sluggishly. He was rocked in the warm embrace of the shadows, guided to sleep under the full moon.
Sometime later he awoke to a hand on his stomach, rubbing affectionately. He murmured, grunting as he tried to move his tired body, understand what was happening. A voice shushed him, stroking back his sweat matted hear with a light, musical sound, cooing gently.
Still he blinked into the darkness, no strength to be startled by the puppy esk eyes that stared into his, seeming to glow in the waning light of the moon, what is your name the eyes said, though he assumed there was a face somewhere, covered in the shadows.
Jinki he whispered, still tired from the ordeal
I am the forest the eyes said, a sudden bright fire burning in them as the hand returned to his stomach stroking him slowly, affectionately you will bring me new life.
break me - jongho PG
it was always like this, now. Circling around each other like polarized magnets. Minho’s been away now, filming his drama and having fun, from the conversations he over hears when the younger boy calls Key or Jinki.
It started back when they decided to switch rooms, and they all drew straws. the only people who ended up switching were Taemin and Minho. The taller boy had gotten a little suspicious, maybe, when they started to grow loser, Jonghyun taking the maknae to go work out with him. But what really hit the nail on the head with Minho was internet war. He assumed, and there was a fight, Jonghyun defending his artistic choices, Minho just didn’t fit into the song, and the younger more or less implying he thought Jonghyun was doing more than just being ‘artistic’ with Taemin.
It wasn’t like that, but Minho wouldn’t see reason, and they were just starting to build a bridge over the chasm it created when he was yanked away, filming, and Jonghyun missed him, like a void in his heart, he felt cold and alone more often than ever before. the only person who was always there was Taemin, warm, sunny Taemin who didn’t really know how to comfort someone, so he would make terrible jokes, and burn the food he was trying to cook, and piss of Key just to get Jonghyun to smile again.
He supposes the fact that they’re bonding over Jjongs broken heart became obvious to the others, they grew closer and the public noticed too. they were a ‘ship’ and not it was fan service, too. But with each action, Minho pushed him further away, back to the dark and the cold that Taemin was pulling him out off.
He felt torn and trapped and excluded, even as Taemin tried to explain that it would get better, when Minho comes back they can talk, he’d move back in with Jinki and Key. Everything will be okay again, hyung, dont cry.
taekey; cyborg au PG
“Fucking, hold still” the older boy scowled as he re-adjusted the electron drill, “if you don’t let me finish this tune up, You’ll short out again, and you remember the last time that happened” he trailed off as he finally got the slot in, “Well, no maybe you wont. But it ended with your head in a junk yard, and Jinki still hasnt forgiven me.”
Taemin whined, flinching at the jolt the plug gave him, as the paneling on his arm opened up, revealing the complex mess of wiring underneath, “It tickles” he muttered, wiggling his fingers and watching the corresponding wires light up, “you know, Just because I’m naked on a Friday night doesn’t mean its time for a tune up” he added lightly, like it wasn an issue.
Key hissed and almost dropped the nanoscaner in his palm, blushing hotly as he tugged on the cybors hair, “ya! Dont just saying things like that when i have your brain in the palm of my hand.” he scolded, as he picked up readings of self satisfaction, and pinched the younger man on the ear, “quit it! i brought you into this world, and I can sure as hell bring you out”
MinKey; Prison; Minho is a guard and Key is an inmate R
Everyone was scared of the big guard on duty; he was clean as a whistle, if a whistle broke fingers when people tried to break the rules, and he ran C block like back alley whore, tight and brutal. Key, thats what they called him, he could get anything for anyone, he had the keys, he wasn’t scared though, knew the Sharks weakness, knew that breaking inmates was like chumming the water for the big bull, got him all hot and steamy under the collar, but there wasnt any real satisfaction in it.
Thats why on particularly rough days, when the little fish think they could fight back, take back the reef, and the guards came down hard, he would wait, wait till the flush creep up on the boss mans neck, then he would clinked his nails against his cell bars, mettle tipped for safety, and wait for him to swoop down like a panther, “Minho~” he would purr, watching the ire rise on the bulls eyes, “I’ve been naughty~”
jinki purchases a broken jonghyun doll PG
Created human clearance sections always stank, store owners seemed to forget to take care of their merchandise when they were broken or had a design flaw in them. Jinki didnt really like going to them, and by that he meant hate, but it was unbecoming of a man of his statues not to have a doll of some sort, all his friends at the hospital had insisted he get one of the medical ones, “easy to put back together” they’d claimed. it made his stomach roll.
He never found anything one Jinki one, they’re humans even if they’re labgrown, that interested him, until today. A boy with gradient brown to blond hair sat slumped under the ‘returned items sign’ he looked more than a little beaten up, a few fingers missing, and the bandage over his eyes said broken, so he was probably blind. It would take someone with extraordinary amounts of money, and possibly access to top quality hospital equipment to even start putting the poor thing back together. But he felt like he was called to him, he was beautiful even in his cracked state, so he stepped closer, nudged the boy with his foot, just to see if he was alive. The boy jumped a mile, a high pitched whimper, as he struggled against something he couldn’t see.
“Hey, hey” Jinki said, the reaction screamed abused animal and it sealed the deal, “relax, I’m not going to hurt you” he said, motioning for the orderly to ring this one, Jonghyun, his collar read, up for him, “Its okay now. I’m Dr. Lee Jinki. I’m going to take you home, its okay now”
the better to eat you with NC-17
the fact that Taemin probably shouldnt look so god damn attractive in a frilly white lace corset and a red skirt was totally lost on Jonghyun, though the basket full of cookies was set aside for later and the red cape was definitely handy for keeping the grime of his car off the younger boy, as he nuzzled his way between Taemins thighs.
“hyung” the boy whimpered, a red flush as bright as his skirt, as Jjong bit into his inner thigh, leaving another pretty mark that he lovingly licked over, “what if someone comes by?” he hissed, though it turned rapidly into a whimper as the older boy laved his tongue over the dancers balls, growling softly. but Jjong ignored him, didnt care, as he spread him wider and nipped at the swell of his ass, and blowing hotly over the youngers entrance, leaking cum from their earlier fuck in the bedroom at Key’s Halloween bash. with a deep groan the older boy dragged his tongue over the slightly abused hole, purring at the shocked cry that ripped itself from Taemins throat, making him clutch at Jjongs head tighter.
“Fuck” Taemin hissed, arching against the hood of the car, pressing down against the older boys sinister tongue, he scratched at Jonghyuns head as he licked further into him, hot tongue wriggling around inside, making him moan and cry out, “oh shit, shit” he whined, pulling at his hair, trying to get him closer, “long ass fucking tongue, such a fucking dog hyung, shit” Jonghyun hummed and sucked on his rim, sliding back inside to try and lick away all of his essence, Taemin always got such a dirty mouth during sex, “eat me out wolf boy, oh my god”
Slut!Jinki with Taekai on the side Birthday Boy NC-17
Jinki whined into the gag, writhing as much as he can with his ankles bound to his thighs like they were. it made it easier for Taemin to hold his legs open with just one hand, as he worked four fingers from his other one into Jinkis ass diligently, moving and flexing them, making the older boy trash against his bindings, pulling desperately on the cuffs that kept his hands locked into the suspension bar that hung above the bed, trying both to pull away from the feel of those wicked pianist fingers and rock back into them.
“come on, Jongin” Taemins voice was coy and light, and Jinki moaned loudly as the dancer rubbed into his prostate, “Dont be scared, he wants it”
at the end of the bed, between Jinkis spread legs sat Kai, eyes locked on the purly pornografic image of his shinee hyungs, cock hard, arching up out of his pants as he bite his lip and blushed shyly. He doubted he’d even bee in such a state of undress had Taemin not had his hand down the youngests pants the moment the entered the dorm. He flushed brightly nd whines, cock twitching as Jinki let out another loud noise though his gag. Jongin could see the oldests hole clentching down around Taemins fingers, taken them in down to the last knuckle, the wide part of Taemins hand thratening to press in, as he ran his thumb over the stretched rim lightly, before pulling his fingers out slowly.
Taemin whiped them off on the sheats and shifted Jinki down as far as his arms would let him, gripping the eldests ass and holding him opem watching Kai swallow hard as his eyes focused on Onews entrance, flush red and wet from whatever Taemin had used to work him open, clentching tightly as the leader whined, feeling increadably empty and exposed.
“Jongin” Taemin purred, licking at Jinki’s ear, “Take him, look how bad he wants it.” he dipped a hand in and ran a finger over the slightly puckered entrance, collecting some of the liquid that dripped out and brought it to his mouth, sucking lightly, “little whore” Taemin murmured affectionately as he slapped Jinki’s ass, the smack of skin against skin echoing in Jongin’s ears as Jinki yelped, “You taste like Manager hyung-duel”
Kai flushed bright red, his cock giving another twitch because oh god why does Jinki have both of his managers cum inside him and why does Taemin know what they taste like off the top of his head and is this what Exo has to look forward two because he’s not gunna lie he’s kinda had a crush on their Manager, and Suho has a really nice ass and…
Taemin rolled his eyes and through a pillow at Kai, getting his attention, “Jongin-ah~” he cooed, voice slightly tinted with his annoyance at the younger boys hesitance, “You wanna fuck Jinki hyung, right? put your virgin cock in his tight, hot, cum slick pussy dont you?” he grinned at the full body shudder his words gave the younger boy, watching Kai’s eyes drop to Jinkis entrance once more, as the leader whines in embarrassment, his cock dripping against his stomach, and Taemin wondered if their managers let him cum before they left him like this, then shrugged as he noticed Kai shifting closer.
“Thats in Jongin,” he said, as he watched the youngest line the tip of his cock up to the eldest stretched entrance, pressing the head in and moaning low in his throat. it was the first noise he made and Jinki’s body shivered as it washed over him, clenching down on him, and Taemin chuckled as his best friend whined, “Dont worry about hurting him Jongin, his cunt was made for taking cock”
Another Day, Another Dollar NC-17
in which Jonghyun is a whore, and the cop that arrested him is a necrophilia (no one dies)
Jonghyun shivers in the back of the cruiser, he’s soaking wet from when the officer stuck him in the gym showers Before arresting him, cuffs tight behind his back so he couldnt even rub his arms for warmth. the air conditioner was on, pumping cold air over the freezing man. Jjong knew what the officer was doing, trying to lower his body temp. They’ll go right to the hospital, and he will be shivering uncontrollably by then, making him look high or strung out, a danger to everyone, and the arresting officer will take him in the back and make sure he doesnt leave his assigned room.
Except thats not what happens because thats never what happens. Instead he’s brought down to the morgue, where he’ll be stuck in one of those cold chambers for a while, where it smells like rot and Jonghyun will spent the entire time wondering if this is where he’s going to die. there’s a crack in the door of the air tight chamber, letting in a light that’s pure white pain compared to the rest of the darkness, and air he needs to breath. its silent and he lays still, his only comfort the fact that he can still hear his own heartbeat.
what feels like a life time later, the door above his head is opened and he’s dragged out, trust into the world again, blinded by the lights and near frozen, he cant struggle as he flipped onto a long, cool table, mind slowly offering the image of an autopsy table for him, and he hates that he’s too used to this to feel revolted anymore, as his pants ripped from his freezing body and his legs spread wide.
The cop doesnt want him to move, or make noise, or even respond really, so he lays flat and is okay with that, he’s to cold to get hard, his hands and feet tingle, and he supposes that this is maybe what hypothermia feels like before his legs are spread and the prostitute thanks god for his profession before otherwise the man would be fucking him raw and unstretched as it were the cold is making his body tight anyway, and it still hurts a little, and he lets his head thunk back against the table, feeling like he’s being burned from the inside out whit how hot the man feels inside him.
Jonghyun wondered if this is what rape feels like, as well, before hes distracted by the lights dancing through his vision, he was sleepy, and the cop inside him was an awful lay, so it was a good thing that he didnt have to do anything, watching as he grunted and sweated above him, looking exactly like the pigs people called them. he just kept thrusting at different angles, muttering things about how Jjong liked it, and how he should take it, and the prostitute just laid there, slowly warming up in the slightly warmer room.
There is a spark of serious worry when the man grunts and shoved in hard, his cock twitching inside Jonghyun as he came, the younger man feeling the warmth blossom inside keenly, and he hoped that the cope wore a condom because that was a rule. But when he pulled out the heat when with him, and Jjong had enough strength to roll his head to the side, watching the man snap the rubber off his dick and wrap it in a glove before tossing it into the trash.
the blond just blinked, lazy and confused as he was redressed and grabbed by his hair, yanked out of the room, and though the hospitals back rooms, stumbling their way to one of the emergency exits, where he was shoved unceremoniously onto the ground and left there as the man sneered at him, tossing a rolled up wad of bills his way and disappearing back into the depths of the hospital.
Jonghyun leaned back against the wall, shivering in the warm afternoon air as he laily reached for the money, stuffing it in his pocket and curled up into a ball, hoping no one would come and kick him awake any time soon because he was tired and far to dizzy to make it home.
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