[oneshot] fanservice affairs
Title: FanService Affairs
Pairing: Jonghyun / Taemin
Rating: NC17 *smut, coarse language
Summary: author's imagination gone wild from this
*i wasn't going to write anything for this actually. was just going to bottle my feelings and throw it out to sea. but batterydead came along and was all, "wouldn't this be a good idea? /nudge nudge/" and that was all it took for me to sit down and type
(= _______ =) idek
The glare of the lights. The deafening roar of the crowd. Music shook the stage and up Jonghyun's legs, the deep bass resonating right in tune with his drumming heart. His palms were sweating, the grip of his mic warm and sticky as he moved his body to the melody of the music. A trickle of sweat trailed down the middle of his back, skin prickling where the permanent marker ran its black wisps across the deep golden hue of his body. It marred the expanse of his back with its intricate swirls of the names held close to his life.
This is it, he thinks, turning and placing the mic to his lips, this is why I'm here.
The adrenaline, the rush of euphoria that tickled his senses, it all contributed to the sudden high and rapture of his mind. From the screams that amplified around him, harmonizing as backup with his song, and the heated attention he felt through every crevice of his body, the colors that painted the linings of his vision felt like perfection.
So as he lifts his gaze, tongue darting out to lick his lips, and meets Taemin's hooded glare, he masks a grin as he lifts the mic once more and reaches forward. His hands run smoothly through Taemin's slightly matted hair, fingers gently caressing the younger boy's head in a look of affection and sexual innuendo. He feels the cold touch of Taemin's hand brushing his shoulder, the skin burning with the sweet stroke of the younger boys fingers. And as he finishes a particularly long note, voice cutting away and eyes trailing the shadowed curves of Taemin's effeminate face, the look of challenge that ran along the tip of Taemin's lips and shined through his eyes, irked a flame of dominance somewhere in the pit of Jonghyun's stomach. Irritation suddenly flames through his body by his lack of height and the way Taemin looks down at him. Jonghyun sneers and rolls his hand into a fist, pulling rather harshly as Taemin's head snaps back to reveal an expanse of blinding porcelain skin.
Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice chides him, this wasn't rehearsed! But Jonghyun promptly ignores the warning bells in his head and leans forward, hot breath ghosting over soft skin as lips caress and tease right beneath a parted mouth. Their bodies lean into each other, legs brushing as they fall into step. Letting go of Taemin's hair and seeing the glint of excitement in the younger boys eyes, Jonghyun gulps back a rush of anticipation, a burning sensation coiling around his groin.
Finish the show, Jonghyun, focus, he reminds himself, watching as Taemin keeps a heated gaze on his naked body while stepping away. The music blasts and echoes around them, the shrill cry of fans penetrating the volume of the speakers.
This is why I love what I do, Jonghyun muses, lips tingling with the lingering feel of Taemin's tender skin.
-----
The sounds of their harsh breathing mingles throughout the bathroom, the tiled space only magnifying the wanton moans that emitted from two sexually frustrated young adults. Tongues dance in a vehement spar, one surging forward if the other relents even the slightest. Saliva coats their bruised lips as hands claw and brush over heated skin. They pull each other closer, body against body in a desperate need of human contact.
Taemin moans as Jonghyun bites his bottom lip and moves a knee between his legs, clashing roughly against his bulge and inner thighs. "You know," Taemin murmurs, bare chest rising with every intake of air, "that hair pull was uncalled for." He feels Jonghyun trail his lips down his jaw and onto his neck, latching themselves to the smooth skin.
Jonghyun shifts his knee, pushing up against Taemin's crotch and earning a strangled gasp. He straightens his back and tickles his fingers through Taemin's hair, the smell of sweat and makeup still fresh against his body. "I saw how you reacted Taemin," Jonghyun hisses, teeth nipping the shell of Taemin's ear. The younger boy whimpers as a hand slides up his chest, tiptoeing over his hardening nipples. "I know you loved it when I did this." He emphasizes his words with a light tug of Taemin's hair, fingers curling gently around the locks. Taemin shudders, his eyes fluttering closed as Jonghyun traces the outline of his collarbones with a feathery touch of his fingertips.
"Stop," Taemin whispers, biting the bottom of his lips as every labored breath Jonghyun blew across the side of face built the frustration in his pants.
"Stop?" Jonghyun mutters, eyes narrowing playfully. He does just as he is told and steps away, licking his lips as the taste of Taemin's skin still lingered.
Taemin groans, blinking his eyes open as a sudden coldness enveloped his half naked body. He frowns in distaste as Jonghyun, fully clothed, stood with his arms crossed with an amused grin. "Not literally," the younger boy whines, stepping towards Jonghyun with an irritated pout. Taemin wraps his arms around the older boys neck as he clashes their lips together, lean legs coming up to wrap themselves around Jonghyun's hips. Taemin grins, triumphant, when Jonghyun moans deep in his throat as Taemin swirls his hips against the older boys crotch, brushing the bulge formulating in Jonghyun's pants.
"You're not as light as you look," Jonghyun gasps as they part, moving towards the tub with a grin when Taemin flicks his forehead in annoyance.
They kiss once more, languid and slow, poking and teasing in an attempt to subdue the other in their own twirl of tongue and teeth. Clothes come off to show a contrast of dark and light. Heated skin come flush against one another as hands fumble for the water taps. They sigh in unison as warm droplets sprinkle over them, making the touches of their body more sensual and erotic.
Taemin runs his hands over the front of Jonghyun's body, greedily digging his fingers into every hard crevice of the older boy. He moans in content as he runs his nails across the solid expanse of the back, reaching down to rest his hands just above the sharp contours of the hips.
"Like what you see?" Jonghyun whispers, grabbing one of Taemin's wrists to bring it to his lips. He grazes the skin with his teeth, nipping right along tendon and sending a shiver down the younger boys body. Fingers trace the faint red mar along the wrist, a tongue coming along to lick at the thin line. "Did it hurt?" Jonghyun murmurs, a hint of excitement and worry outlining the curve of his lips. He was referring to the finale of their duet stage, where he handcuffed, rather roughly, the metal against Taemin's feeble wrist.
Taemin hums, brushing away the hair in his face. He pushes his hips forward, earning a light gasp from Jonghyun., and grins devilishly. "No," he murmurs, lips kissing along Jonghyun's jaw, "it was rather," he pauses, bumping noses with Jonghyun with a dangerous smirk tugging at his lips. He leans forward, mouth parting open to nip at Jonghyun's own awaiting lips, "arousing," he finishes, pulling away.
Jonghyun lets out a hungry growl, letting go of his hold on Taemin's wrist as he cups the younger boys jaw. Taemin, lost in a haze of wet hot skin pressing against his own, tentatively brings his freed hand down to wrap slender fingers around a hard erection. He rips his lips away and nuzzles the crook of Jonghyun's neck, licking at the water trailing down the golden surface as he slowly squeezes and moves his hand.
"Fuck," Jonghyun breathes, eyes fluttering closed as Taemin works his magic.
"Why are you so hard?" Taemin hums, an intoxicated smile breaking open his face. Jonghyun was big and wet, the cock in his palm radiating, no, pulsing, with hot need. Taemin gulps, imagining himself being impaled by this wanton erection. He felt himself twitch at the thought.
"Why are you getting so excited?" Jonghyun bites back, noticing the change in Taemin's eyes and the sudden predatory glare.
"Because I can imagine myself tightening around this," Taemin jerks his hand and runs a nail over the head of the cock in emphasis.
Jonghyun didn't know whether to laugh in amusement over such a honest confession, or to turn Taemin around and thrust mercilessly into him. All in all, those words shot straight down to his cock, straining against Taemin's grip even more.
"Do you like that?" Taemin whispers, his usual innocent demeanour completely devoured by the sexual tension that coiled around them. "I'll be really nice for you, won't I? All nice and wet, clenching around you until you tip over and ride out your orgasm. Can you imagine it, hyung?" Taemin purred the words right next to Jonghyun's ear, hands stilling on the hardening cock.
Everything went by in a blur after that. Water clouded his vision, the spray of heat from the shower head only heightening his high as Jonghyun gripped the back of Taemin's head, fingers threading through the wet strands with a harsh tug. Lips clashed in a feverish attempt to consume one another to the last drop of blood. Jonghyun let his other hand trail its way down the curve of Taemin's waist, dipping away to finger and stretch the puckered hole. His grip on the younger boys hair didn't relent in its strength. Apparently, from the mewls of pleasure that escaped Taemin's bruised lips, he quite enjoyed the hair pulling.
"Jonghyun," Taemin moans keenly, head tilted back as Jonghyun's fingers slid in to his hole, stretching him. Their eyes meet, and the way Taemin looked at him, trembling and purring with pleasure with every movement of his fingers, had Jonghyun lose all sense of sanity. With a bruising grip around Taemin's hips, he turns the younger boy flush against the bathroom wall, fingers popping out of Taemin's hole with enough friction to have the young boy lose his ability to stand.
"How are you going to take me if you can't even take my fingers?" Jonghyun murmurs, voice gruff and hoarse. It was nothing like his usual playful and harmonious tone.
"Try me," Taemin barks. Jonghyun grins foolishly at him, staring at the white plane of the shoulder blades as he wonders how he could be so aroused, and yet, find this boy in front of him too adorable for words.
Wrapping a hand around the slim waist, Jonghyun palms Taemin's straining erection as he presses his cock flush against the perk ass. Feeling the body tense in anticipation, Jonghyun doesn't beat around the bush as he slowly works himself past the tight ring of muscle. Pain soon turns into pleasure as Jonghyun rocks against Taemin, chest sliding across the pale back as he nips and kisses the bare shoulders and neck of the younger boy. He coos sweet nothings, gripping the wet and needy cock in his hands as he made precise and exact thrusts.
And by the time the water starts to lose its warmth, slowly indicating the time of the momentous climax, Taemin claws at the slippery tiles of the shower wall, chest rising and voice hitching with every movement of Jonghyun's hips slapping against his. He felt the vibrations of the each thrust course through his body as every outward slide of the hard cock made his entire body and mind stand on edge.
"No," Taemin moans, high and desperate. Jonghyun had changed his pace, hips automatically snapping into him with an intensified speed as the hand on his leaking erection pulled and brushed every fold.
Cold water sprayed their heated bodies, cooling down the flames of their arousals as the two poured simultaneously over the edge, painting everything around their vision white.
------
"You bit me," Taemin mutters, appalled. His wet hair clings to his cheeks as he turns away from the mirror.
Jonghyun shrugs, shirtless and sleepy on his bed. He ignores the accusation and pats the empty space beside him in invitation. Taemin narrows his eyes, but quietly climbs in.
"Today was fun," Jonghyun murmurs, throwing a leg over the younger boy with a yawn. He chuckles when Taemin raises an eyebrow at him in question. "What?"
"Well," Taemin brings up a splayed hand and begins to tick of his fingers, "we groped each other on stage, you handcuffed me in front of all our fans, you developed a hair pulling fetish, we had shower sex, and you bit me."
"I do not have a hair pulling fetish," Jonghyun mutters, eyes fluttering closed in an attempt to sleep.
"Sure," Taemin drawls, rolling his eyes. He yelps as a finger roughly pokes him. "Should I count how many times you reached for my hair while we were fucking?" He scowls at the older boy in annoyance.
"You enjoyed it though," Jonghyun snickers, watching as Taemin's scowl deepens. His body trembles from holding back his laughter as Taemin shoots him daggers, unable to deny the truth. "It's been a long day. Let's go to sleep," Jonghyun mumbles, hugging his arms around Taemin's lithe body.
Silence envelopes them as the clock ticks. Taemin shifts his head slightly and purses his lips, reaching up to poke Jonghyun's forehead.
"What." Jonghyun grumbles, frowning. He swats the hand away and refuses to open his eyes.
"We have a pictorial tomorrow. Did you wash the marker off your back?" Taemin questions. The tone of his voice was mocking, and Jonghyun's eyes flew open in stunned revelation.
"Oh shit," the older boy whispers, shooting up on his bed. He glares down at Taemin and his amused face. "You were suppose to help me with that, remember?" he mutters, narrowing his sleepy eyes in allegation.
Taemin shrugs. "Don't blame me. You're the one who took my shirt off first." He watches with a grin as Jonghyun rushes out of the room, the black of the permanent ink still vivid on his back as it was at the concert.
"Lee Taemin, get your ass in here and help me scrub this off!" Jonghyun screams, voice echoing out from the bathroom and down the hall.
"Shut up!" someone shouts. Probably Kibum.
Sighing, Taemin gets to his feet and wobbles his way towards the bathroom. Massaging his lower back, Taemin swears he's going to make Jonghyun give him a back and foot massage afterwards.
-end
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another smut
what am i turning into u___u
Pairing: Jonghyun / Taemin
Rating: NC17 *smut, coarse language
Summary: author's imagination gone wild from this
*i wasn't going to write anything for this actually. was just going to bottle my feelings and throw it out to sea. but batterydead came along and was all, "wouldn't this be a good idea? /nudge nudge/" and that was all it took for me to sit down and type
(= _______ =) idek
The glare of the lights. The deafening roar of the crowd. Music shook the stage and up Jonghyun's legs, the deep bass resonating right in tune with his drumming heart. His palms were sweating, the grip of his mic warm and sticky as he moved his body to the melody of the music. A trickle of sweat trailed down the middle of his back, skin prickling where the permanent marker ran its black wisps across the deep golden hue of his body. It marred the expanse of his back with its intricate swirls of the names held close to his life.
This is it, he thinks, turning and placing the mic to his lips, this is why I'm here.
The adrenaline, the rush of euphoria that tickled his senses, it all contributed to the sudden high and rapture of his mind. From the screams that amplified around him, harmonizing as backup with his song, and the heated attention he felt through every crevice of his body, the colors that painted the linings of his vision felt like perfection.
So as he lifts his gaze, tongue darting out to lick his lips, and meets Taemin's hooded glare, he masks a grin as he lifts the mic once more and reaches forward. His hands run smoothly through Taemin's slightly matted hair, fingers gently caressing the younger boy's head in a look of affection and sexual innuendo. He feels the cold touch of Taemin's hand brushing his shoulder, the skin burning with the sweet stroke of the younger boys fingers. And as he finishes a particularly long note, voice cutting away and eyes trailing the shadowed curves of Taemin's effeminate face, the look of challenge that ran along the tip of Taemin's lips and shined through his eyes, irked a flame of dominance somewhere in the pit of Jonghyun's stomach. Irritation suddenly flames through his body by his lack of height and the way Taemin looks down at him. Jonghyun sneers and rolls his hand into a fist, pulling rather harshly as Taemin's head snaps back to reveal an expanse of blinding porcelain skin.
Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice chides him, this wasn't rehearsed! But Jonghyun promptly ignores the warning bells in his head and leans forward, hot breath ghosting over soft skin as lips caress and tease right beneath a parted mouth. Their bodies lean into each other, legs brushing as they fall into step. Letting go of Taemin's hair and seeing the glint of excitement in the younger boys eyes, Jonghyun gulps back a rush of anticipation, a burning sensation coiling around his groin.
Finish the show, Jonghyun, focus, he reminds himself, watching as Taemin keeps a heated gaze on his naked body while stepping away. The music blasts and echoes around them, the shrill cry of fans penetrating the volume of the speakers.
This is why I love what I do, Jonghyun muses, lips tingling with the lingering feel of Taemin's tender skin.
-----
The sounds of their harsh breathing mingles throughout the bathroom, the tiled space only magnifying the wanton moans that emitted from two sexually frustrated young adults. Tongues dance in a vehement spar, one surging forward if the other relents even the slightest. Saliva coats their bruised lips as hands claw and brush over heated skin. They pull each other closer, body against body in a desperate need of human contact.
Taemin moans as Jonghyun bites his bottom lip and moves a knee between his legs, clashing roughly against his bulge and inner thighs. "You know," Taemin murmurs, bare chest rising with every intake of air, "that hair pull was uncalled for." He feels Jonghyun trail his lips down his jaw and onto his neck, latching themselves to the smooth skin.
Jonghyun shifts his knee, pushing up against Taemin's crotch and earning a strangled gasp. He straightens his back and tickles his fingers through Taemin's hair, the smell of sweat and makeup still fresh against his body. "I saw how you reacted Taemin," Jonghyun hisses, teeth nipping the shell of Taemin's ear. The younger boy whimpers as a hand slides up his chest, tiptoeing over his hardening nipples. "I know you loved it when I did this." He emphasizes his words with a light tug of Taemin's hair, fingers curling gently around the locks. Taemin shudders, his eyes fluttering closed as Jonghyun traces the outline of his collarbones with a feathery touch of his fingertips.
"Stop," Taemin whispers, biting the bottom of his lips as every labored breath Jonghyun blew across the side of face built the frustration in his pants.
"Stop?" Jonghyun mutters, eyes narrowing playfully. He does just as he is told and steps away, licking his lips as the taste of Taemin's skin still lingered.
Taemin groans, blinking his eyes open as a sudden coldness enveloped his half naked body. He frowns in distaste as Jonghyun, fully clothed, stood with his arms crossed with an amused grin. "Not literally," the younger boy whines, stepping towards Jonghyun with an irritated pout. Taemin wraps his arms around the older boys neck as he clashes their lips together, lean legs coming up to wrap themselves around Jonghyun's hips. Taemin grins, triumphant, when Jonghyun moans deep in his throat as Taemin swirls his hips against the older boys crotch, brushing the bulge formulating in Jonghyun's pants.
"You're not as light as you look," Jonghyun gasps as they part, moving towards the tub with a grin when Taemin flicks his forehead in annoyance.
They kiss once more, languid and slow, poking and teasing in an attempt to subdue the other in their own twirl of tongue and teeth. Clothes come off to show a contrast of dark and light. Heated skin come flush against one another as hands fumble for the water taps. They sigh in unison as warm droplets sprinkle over them, making the touches of their body more sensual and erotic.
Taemin runs his hands over the front of Jonghyun's body, greedily digging his fingers into every hard crevice of the older boy. He moans in content as he runs his nails across the solid expanse of the back, reaching down to rest his hands just above the sharp contours of the hips.
"Like what you see?" Jonghyun whispers, grabbing one of Taemin's wrists to bring it to his lips. He grazes the skin with his teeth, nipping right along tendon and sending a shiver down the younger boys body. Fingers trace the faint red mar along the wrist, a tongue coming along to lick at the thin line. "Did it hurt?" Jonghyun murmurs, a hint of excitement and worry outlining the curve of his lips. He was referring to the finale of their duet stage, where he handcuffed, rather roughly, the metal against Taemin's feeble wrist.
Taemin hums, brushing away the hair in his face. He pushes his hips forward, earning a light gasp from Jonghyun., and grins devilishly. "No," he murmurs, lips kissing along Jonghyun's jaw, "it was rather," he pauses, bumping noses with Jonghyun with a dangerous smirk tugging at his lips. He leans forward, mouth parting open to nip at Jonghyun's own awaiting lips, "arousing," he finishes, pulling away.
Jonghyun lets out a hungry growl, letting go of his hold on Taemin's wrist as he cups the younger boys jaw. Taemin, lost in a haze of wet hot skin pressing against his own, tentatively brings his freed hand down to wrap slender fingers around a hard erection. He rips his lips away and nuzzles the crook of Jonghyun's neck, licking at the water trailing down the golden surface as he slowly squeezes and moves his hand.
"Fuck," Jonghyun breathes, eyes fluttering closed as Taemin works his magic.
"Why are you so hard?" Taemin hums, an intoxicated smile breaking open his face. Jonghyun was big and wet, the cock in his palm radiating, no, pulsing, with hot need. Taemin gulps, imagining himself being impaled by this wanton erection. He felt himself twitch at the thought.
"Why are you getting so excited?" Jonghyun bites back, noticing the change in Taemin's eyes and the sudden predatory glare.
"Because I can imagine myself tightening around this," Taemin jerks his hand and runs a nail over the head of the cock in emphasis.
Jonghyun didn't know whether to laugh in amusement over such a honest confession, or to turn Taemin around and thrust mercilessly into him. All in all, those words shot straight down to his cock, straining against Taemin's grip even more.
"Do you like that?" Taemin whispers, his usual innocent demeanour completely devoured by the sexual tension that coiled around them. "I'll be really nice for you, won't I? All nice and wet, clenching around you until you tip over and ride out your orgasm. Can you imagine it, hyung?" Taemin purred the words right next to Jonghyun's ear, hands stilling on the hardening cock.
Everything went by in a blur after that. Water clouded his vision, the spray of heat from the shower head only heightening his high as Jonghyun gripped the back of Taemin's head, fingers threading through the wet strands with a harsh tug. Lips clashed in a feverish attempt to consume one another to the last drop of blood. Jonghyun let his other hand trail its way down the curve of Taemin's waist, dipping away to finger and stretch the puckered hole. His grip on the younger boys hair didn't relent in its strength. Apparently, from the mewls of pleasure that escaped Taemin's bruised lips, he quite enjoyed the hair pulling.
"Jonghyun," Taemin moans keenly, head tilted back as Jonghyun's fingers slid in to his hole, stretching him. Their eyes meet, and the way Taemin looked at him, trembling and purring with pleasure with every movement of his fingers, had Jonghyun lose all sense of sanity. With a bruising grip around Taemin's hips, he turns the younger boy flush against the bathroom wall, fingers popping out of Taemin's hole with enough friction to have the young boy lose his ability to stand.
"How are you going to take me if you can't even take my fingers?" Jonghyun murmurs, voice gruff and hoarse. It was nothing like his usual playful and harmonious tone.
"Try me," Taemin barks. Jonghyun grins foolishly at him, staring at the white plane of the shoulder blades as he wonders how he could be so aroused, and yet, find this boy in front of him too adorable for words.
Wrapping a hand around the slim waist, Jonghyun palms Taemin's straining erection as he presses his cock flush against the perk ass. Feeling the body tense in anticipation, Jonghyun doesn't beat around the bush as he slowly works himself past the tight ring of muscle. Pain soon turns into pleasure as Jonghyun rocks against Taemin, chest sliding across the pale back as he nips and kisses the bare shoulders and neck of the younger boy. He coos sweet nothings, gripping the wet and needy cock in his hands as he made precise and exact thrusts.
And by the time the water starts to lose its warmth, slowly indicating the time of the momentous climax, Taemin claws at the slippery tiles of the shower wall, chest rising and voice hitching with every movement of Jonghyun's hips slapping against his. He felt the vibrations of the each thrust course through his body as every outward slide of the hard cock made his entire body and mind stand on edge.
"No," Taemin moans, high and desperate. Jonghyun had changed his pace, hips automatically snapping into him with an intensified speed as the hand on his leaking erection pulled and brushed every fold.
Cold water sprayed their heated bodies, cooling down the flames of their arousals as the two poured simultaneously over the edge, painting everything around their vision white.
------
"You bit me," Taemin mutters, appalled. His wet hair clings to his cheeks as he turns away from the mirror.
Jonghyun shrugs, shirtless and sleepy on his bed. He ignores the accusation and pats the empty space beside him in invitation. Taemin narrows his eyes, but quietly climbs in.
"Today was fun," Jonghyun murmurs, throwing a leg over the younger boy with a yawn. He chuckles when Taemin raises an eyebrow at him in question. "What?"
"Well," Taemin brings up a splayed hand and begins to tick of his fingers, "we groped each other on stage, you handcuffed me in front of all our fans, you developed a hair pulling fetish, we had shower sex, and you bit me."
"I do not have a hair pulling fetish," Jonghyun mutters, eyes fluttering closed in an attempt to sleep.
"Sure," Taemin drawls, rolling his eyes. He yelps as a finger roughly pokes him. "Should I count how many times you reached for my hair while we were fucking?" He scowls at the older boy in annoyance.
"You enjoyed it though," Jonghyun snickers, watching as Taemin's scowl deepens. His body trembles from holding back his laughter as Taemin shoots him daggers, unable to deny the truth. "It's been a long day. Let's go to sleep," Jonghyun mumbles, hugging his arms around Taemin's lithe body.
Silence envelopes them as the clock ticks. Taemin shifts his head slightly and purses his lips, reaching up to poke Jonghyun's forehead.
"What." Jonghyun grumbles, frowning. He swats the hand away and refuses to open his eyes.
"We have a pictorial tomorrow. Did you wash the marker off your back?" Taemin questions. The tone of his voice was mocking, and Jonghyun's eyes flew open in stunned revelation.
"Oh shit," the older boy whispers, shooting up on his bed. He glares down at Taemin and his amused face. "You were suppose to help me with that, remember?" he mutters, narrowing his sleepy eyes in allegation.
Taemin shrugs. "Don't blame me. You're the one who took my shirt off first." He watches with a grin as Jonghyun rushes out of the room, the black of the permanent ink still vivid on his back as it was at the concert.
"Lee Taemin, get your ass in here and help me scrub this off!" Jonghyun screams, voice echoing out from the bathroom and down the hall.
"Shut up!" someone shouts. Probably Kibum.
Sighing, Taemin gets to his feet and wobbles his way towards the bathroom. Massaging his lower back, Taemin swears he's going to make Jonghyun give him a back and foot massage afterwards.
-end
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another smut
what am i turning into u___u