Corruption of Taemin Chapter 1 NC17
Title: Corruption of Taemin Chapter 1
Pairing: Onew/Taemin,
Length: 3523
Genre: smutty smutness
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jinki is uncontrollably attracted to Taemin and vice versa. What's a boy to do?
Warnings: TAEMIN is *14* in this...yes I don't know either. Be advised, underage ness. Improper use of popsicles in a sexual fashion. Lots of swearing.
Disclaimer: See my Disclaimer of Doom if you wish
Notes: Okay so... this i can blame on konstantlullaby and anapp . The aforementioned konstantlullaby wrote a flaming hot thing where Taemin is under age and they are having smex and so on. We were discussing this on Twitter and I said now I wanted to write something for that too and I was challenged and so on so I wrote this. The first part is kind of a remix of konstantlullaby 's fic but then it takes a sharp left turn. Here is a picture of korean popsicles, well one kind anyway which are partly the inspiration here. I plan on this being 3 maybe 4 chapters total. Don't hit me for writing this pervy stuff okay?
Jinki finds that he has no conscience to speak of, not where Taemin is concerned at least. Not in the usual way. Of course he cares about the younger boy - in fact Jinki thinks he loves the delicious little tease. Nevertheless, if he was really any kind of decent hyung, he wouldn't be thinking the things he's thinking as he watches Taemin's small flexible body move in ways that are sure to be indecent and illegal in some countries. He has to bite back a moan when his traitor brain constructs a very believable and palpable image complete with sensations of just what it would be like, feel like to be buried to the hilt in Taemin's round butt while he squirms and rolls those little hips.
Worse luck. Or better, depending on how he cares to define it on any give day. There's no doubt in Jinki's mind that Taemin will let him do whatever he wants. He only has to say he wants it, wants to fuck Taemin's slender body into the nearest mattress until he can't think any more. It makes him shudder to even think that thought. And yet, there's no escaping it. He can't wait much longer either or his head may explode from the stress.
Jinki manages to last months, days, hours after their first kiss before he just can't take it any more but every single day he's closer and closer to utter corruption.. Inch by inch he's been losing it every day, a little more. Every soft kiss, and who knew Taemin's small velvet tongue in his mouth could make his whole body ache with desire. Every time Taemin sprawls in his lap and slides his small hands under Jinki's shirt against bare skin and peppers his neck with those tiny bite marks, it's one more fraction of Jinki's self control gone forever.
Jinki leans back against the wall in the hallway where there's a cross breeze. He's wearing a loose pair of pajama pants and an oversized tank top, actually he thinks the top is one of Minho's. He doesn't care at the moment with the whole dorm one giant sauna with the air conditioner broken til Monday and the ceiling fans doing a less than adequate job of taking up the slack. He braces his legs, arching his back and that's when his eyes fall on Taemin's sensuous form on the floor.
Taemin eyes Jinki from under his lashes, adoring every inch of the older boy's sexy body and sweet heart with absolute devotion. He loves Jinki with all of himself, and as far as he is concerned, Jinki is everything. He shifts a bit uncomfortably against the floorboards where he is lying and rolls over, wiggling his toes restlessly. His skin is sticky with sweat and he feels a hot tingle slither through him as he just barely catches Jinki's dark eyes sweeping over his half naked body with a smoldering heat in their depths before the older boy looks away quickly.
"Jinki..." Taemin whines softly, pushing the dark strands of his hair out of his face. "It's too hot in here," he complains, and peeks at Jinki through his lashes. Now he can see it, pushing against the worn fabric of Jinki's pants. Taemin feels a tingling rush at the knowledge that Jinki is turned on by him just lying there on the floor.
"Yes, Taemin. I did notice," Jinki drawls, keeping his eyes closed. He doesn't dare look at Taemin again, not while he's wearing nothing but a pair of old and baggy shorts. He could rip the fabric right off Taemin and...
"Well do something about it please, hyung?" Taemin squinches himself across the floor until his face is right next to Jinki's bare ankle as he talks. The rest of him flattens out again on the cool floor and he shivers when a breeze flickers up his spine.
Jinki is not opening his eyes, not opening his eyes...ah hell, he looks down when Taemin's warm breath caresses his ankle and there the little brat is. If he wasn't strong, he'd be whimpering like a little girl at the heat that ripples through his body right on up to his brain at the gleam of sweat on Taemin's bare back and skinny legs.
He tells himself that there is nothing at all sexy about Taemin's gangly arms and legs and his slender frame. But there is, there so is, at least in his eyes. The kid has got this perfect balance of androgyny, so girlish in so many ways and then turning around and being all boy and it messes up Jinki's balance to the point that he just wants.
"Pretty please," Taemin says into the silence. He huffs a bit, not at all happy with the fact that Jinki isn't answering him or touching him or anything. From this angle he can't see Jinki's face to try to read what he's thinking. It's making him uncomfortable and he wiggles a little, lifting his lower half up off the floor in a sinuous roll then letting his body slump down again. "Pretty pretty please, make it better?" he begs shamelessly.
"Fuck," Jinki mutters half under his breath. Taemin has to know what he's doing to him with those sweet voiced pleas and that luscious little movement that puts his thoughts right back to the point of imagining how that would feel if he was inside Taemin's hot body at the time. "I hate you so fucking much," he tells Taemin as he pulls away from the wall.
There's not much feeling behind it and he's pretty sure the younger boy knows that his feelings for him are far from hatred.
"Awww, hyung, don't say that..." Taemin protests. He's not really that worried, not when he glimpses the hard line of Jinki's big damn dick pressing against his loose pants. Not when he can hear the unmistakeable note of affection in the older boy's voice. "I'll be good," he promises and closes his eyes.
"Shit, Taemin, don't say things like that." Jinki wonders how he's even capable of walking as he stalks into the kitchen with some idea of getting a couple of damp cloths to cool them both down. They weren't even touching each other and yet Jinki is hard as hell, throbbing painfully. He leans into the cool metal of the fridge and holds his breath for a minute to keep from whining with pleasure at the combination of welcome cold through thin clothing and pressure right where he needs it.
It's all he can do not to hump the damn fridge. It's at that point that he remembers that Kibum in his infinite wisdom bought a good stock of popsicles and his obviously addled by the heat and sexual frustration brain comes up with a positively decadent idea. After all, Taemin did ask him to fix it...pretty please, right.
Jinki smirks to himself as he grabs a bowl, a good handful of the popsicles, a small bottle of olive oil and heads back down the hall. He stops to pluck a couple of towels from the closet and gently toes Taemin's waist with a bare foot. "Come with me into the bedroom," he says, half ordering, half coaxing.
He doesn't look behind him to see if Taemin is following. He's pretty sure that as if drawn by an invisible string, Taemin will trail after him. He sets down the bowl and plops the popsicles into it, then puts the little bottle of oil to one side so it doesn't spill. Next the towels go down on the bed because God forbid he should get strawberry or mango popsicle stickiness on the sheets. Kibum would kill him. Hell, Kibum would kill him for what he's planning to do right now anyway.
Taemin's drowsy with heat by the time Jinki comes back and he makes a pouty face at the older boy when he's poked with Jinki's toes. Nevertheless he clambers to his feet and stumbles down the hallway to the bedroom to lean against the door frame and watch Jinki. Narrow fingers scritch at the sweaty back of his neck and he frowns in a little bit of puzzlement.
"What are you doing, hyung?" Taemin asks. Those popsicles look really, really good and he guesses the towels are a good idea but the rest of it boggles his sleepy overheated brain.
"Come here, Taemin," Jinki says, standing back so Taemin can crawl onto the bed first. "I can't handle this any more," he adds in a rough tone, dragging off the loose tank top he's been wearing and tossing it onto the floor. He stalks over and flicks on the fan that's sitting on the dresser so at least a breeze is going in the bedroom before he shuts the door with a small slam and locks it.
"Jinki, hyung..." Taemin answers, breaking out in a bright smile as he hurriedly crawls up onto the towel covered bed obediently and lying down with a little kittenish sound. "Can I have a popsicle?"
"Yeobo," Jinki says with a kind of impatient affection and walks back over to reach for one of the icy cold treats, using his teeth to rip open the top half and then holding it to Taemin's mouth. "Yeah, you can have one... actually you can have a bunch," he adds.
Taemin looks up into Jinki's face and shivers even before the sweet strawberry ice reaches his lips. The intensity of the older boy's expression, the dark heat in his eyes makes him want to shiver and gasp. Automatically he opens his mouth, licking once or twice against the end of the popsicle before sucking more of it into his mouth. It's cold and delicious and Jinki is watching him with a look that's like pure decadence and he can't help but moan softly...lids fluttering closed again.
"Jesus, Taemin, are you trying to kill me. I want to fuck you so badly," Jinki breathes, nothing left of any such thing as good intentions. It's all heat and need and love and want and he can't bear it. Watching Taemin suck and lick at the strawberry coldness is making his brain ache in tempo with the beat of blood flow in his groin.
"Do you hear me? I want to stuff myself into your tight little ass and ... and... I can't even think!" He leans over Taemin and drops his head to press his cheek into the smoothness of Taemin's sternum.
Taemin finishes a bite of the popsicle and licks up escaping drops before he can speak. "Oh, God...you know you can do whatever you want...anything, anything..." he whispers, arching upwards automatically as his cock pulses with the need for friction. "Touch me...hyung...please..."
"I don't want to hurt you," Jinki answers slowly, turning his head to lick a wayward red strawberry droplet where it wanders across Taemin's neck and chest. "I'm too big and you've never done it before." It's so hard to think when Taemin looks like this, feels like this.... He licks another drop and another, lingering over one flat taut nipple for a moment.
"I don't care, hyung...just...just want to be with you," Taemin protests, finally coming to the end of the first half of the popsicle. The second part is kind of squishy so he puts it back in the bowl and runs his sticky fingers over the towel on either side of his hips. "I just want to make you happy."
Jinki growls and suddenly swarms over Taemin, hovering over him as he takes his face in sweaty palms. "I would not be happy if I hurt you, okay? Even if it was an accident, I wouldn't like it..." He pauses to pepper Taemin's face and neck with kisses, returning to nip at his lower lip. "Let me do something else, okay?"
Jinki pulls back as he speaks and gazes into Taemin's eyes, a grin slowly spreading over his face. "It'll cool you off, sort of...and maybe help get you ready for me. You said you'd be good for me, so will you let me?"
"Jinki...." Taemin whimpers softly, arching again, frustrated by the way the older boy isn't pressing into him, touching him. "Hyung..."
"Oppa....you're my pretty Taeminnie, so let me be your oppa...when we're like this...okay?" Jinki doesn't know why but all of a sudden he does not want to be thought of as Taemin's brother.... His fingers slither down and ease off the loose and baggy shorts Taemin is wearing. His teeth press hard into his lower when the younger boy's narrow hips swivel to help him get them down.
"Oh my God," Taemin whimpers again, cooler air caressing his naked body while the words reverberate through his brain. There's something vaguely filthy about the idea of calling Jinki oppa as if he were a girl... but it also excites him almost unbearably at the same time.
"Jinki...oppa...please..." he begs shamelessly, dark hair sticking to his cheeks as he tips his head back against the pillows. Taemin almost sobs with pleasure when Jinki's wide palm curls around him, stroking warmly, sweetly.
"So pretty, Taeminnie, so sexy...you make me crazy," Jinki whispers, avidly watching the way Taemin responds to his touch. His soul seems to vibrate with the sound of Taemin's light voice calling him oppa in that half broken whisper and he wonders how he can possibly live much longer without ravishing the younger boy.
He reaches for the little bottle of oil and spills some over his fingers, using it to slick the caresses he gives to Taemin for a few moments. Kisses trail against the side of Taemin's hip when his fingers leave the younger boy's straining length to slip down to his impossibly small opening and circle around it.
"You're killing me," he whispers, nipping at one sharp hipbone. "So small,....you'd be so tight on me Taemin..." His index finger slips past the tight ring of muscle and eases in slowly...and Jinki groans roughly, hoarsely when Taemin's body automatically clenches.
Taemin shivers, feeling dizzy with desire, pleasure, need. He scarcely knows up from down and doesn't care. His fingers dig into the silky sweat damp strands of Jinki's hair and he mews like a kitten when the older boy's digit slips inside him. "Don't stop...please don't stop," he gasps out, voice high and strangled and he swivels narrow hips against the intrusion.
"Not too much at once," Jinki warns though it's taking every scrap of self control he has not to just replace his finger with his cock right this minute. He slips the second finger in against the first and pushes a little harder, deeper. "Feel good, aegi?" he asks, demands really, free palm pressing down a little on Taemin's flat little belly.
The stretch doesn't hurt exactly but it feels tight, pleasure bordering on a strange discomfort. It's not enough to keep Taemin from moaning, tossing his head back and forth on the pillow, pressing up against the push of Jinki's hand on him. He closes his eyes tightly, feeling on the verge of something and not quite finding it.
"Jinki...oppa..." he breathes through the strange new, sensations, almost wailing softly.
"So sweet," Jinki whispers encouragingly, reaching blindly for the bowl of popsicles and snaring one from it without even noticing what flavor it is. "And now I'm going to cool you off, Tae...Hold still for me..."
Jinki touches the cold plastic wrapped sweet against Taemin's tight stretched opening, rubbing it there in circles to let it pick up some of the excess oil. The younger boy shivers, squirming but he's too small and slender to escape Jinki now. "Just trust me," he hisses as Taemin whimpers restlessly.
Taemin wants to...he's not sure what he wants to do...something, anything. The cold against his body is almost painfully intense, making him squirm and jerk against the fingers still penetrating him. Each time he moves, he feels a brief contact with some inner part of him that electrifies him.... He's alternately clinging to the older boy and trying to squirm away. And then the blast of icy cold is sliding into him and it hurts and yet it's so good and he claws at Jinki mindlessly.
"Cold...cold...cold," Taemin cries.
Jinki shudders, feeling Taemin squirm and twist against his touch. Every little sound and twitch seems to communicate itself to Jinki's body and make him that much harder. And yet, it's the most delicious torment he's ever known, especially when he slips the icy popsicle treat into Taemin's hot body which makes the younger boy whine for him so deliciously.
"So hot," Jinki moans. "God, so hot... show me how you're my good Taeminnie...how you'll do what I want you to...fuck, yes." His free hand reaches for Taemin's still hard length and begins to stroke very slowly.
"It's so cold...." Taemin can't stand it and yet he doesn't want it to stop. Not with Jinki crooning at him like that....not with that hand working him even if it is at a snail's pace. His cock is dripping with pre-come, his body straining, pleading... Even though his senses complain, the cold and dirtiness of being speared by the popsicle has Taemin on the verge and dying to fall off the cliff into ecstasy.
Jinki shudders, peeling his hand way from Taemin's dripping length to grab Taemin's small hand and pull it into his loose pants, wrapping the delicate palm around his erection. "God, touch me, Taemin...can't stand it." He feels like he's coming out of his skin, excitement and need and decadence all twisting together until he's trembling with it all.
They are crowded together, panting into each other's faces, caressing, stroking, twisting. Taemin wails a broken protest at the loss of Jinki's hand on him and his fingers clasp onto the older boy's hard cock as if to a life line, squeezing and stroking almost frantically.
"So fucking sexy," Jinki hisses, twisting his fingers and the quickly melting popsicle inside Taemin's clutching body and suffering a thousand little torments at the way Taemin's hips jerk up. "How can you be so sexy, God... drive me crazy..." He's kissing and nipping at Taemin's shoulder, listening to the way that the younger boy wails and shivers against him.
"Come for me, Taemin, want to hear you, feel you, see you...come just like this in my hands," he demands in a harsher tone.
"Oppa...Jinki..." Taemin clings to Jinki as best he can, hand stroking harder, faster - unconsciously in rhythm with the way Jinki touches him in return. Despite the cold of the popsicle, he's burning up. He's never felt so intimate, so close to another person, so possessed by them.
"That's it, baby, come on..." Jinki is fighting now, arousal too intense, almost more than he can handle. But he's not willing to let go until Taemin does, needing the younger boy's pleasure as if it were his own. He leans up and kisses Taemin's soft damp lips hard, tongue plundering inside with a starving insistence.
Taemin kisses Jinki back as if the world is coming to an end, arching and thrashing as the wave of pleasure finally crashes over him. His vision strobes out behind his closed eyes and he cries out sharply into the heat of the older boy's mouth. Taemin feels the hot splash of his own release over his skin and couldn't care less, locked onto Jinki's mouth as whimpers fall from his lips to Jinki's in a shudder of after shocks.
Jinki starts to spasm almost instantly after Taemin, strangling on moaning gasps into Taemin's soft lips. His voice goes rough and hoarse and lost, before he simply pants for breath - feeling ripped and torn and jagged for a few moments.
It's Taemin's clinging arms wrapping around him that call him back to himself and he is quick to slip his fingers and the melted ice treat free of Taemin's body and cuddle the younger boy's slender frame against him. He wipes his hand on the towel nearest him and then jerks a sheet over them both. It's too hot for any more covering and Jinki finds himself peppering Taemin's sweat damp cheeks and swollen lips with more kisses.
"You're mine, okay? I love you and you're mine," Jinki says with a little catch in his voice, holding tightly to Taemin as if he might disappear.
Taemin sighs deeply, drowsy and quivering and not even caring about the heat any more. He nuzzles his face into Jinki's shoulder and mewls a little. "Mmm hmm...all yours," he says sleepily.
"Fuck," Jinki says to the quiet of the room, staring at the ceiling with a kind of shock. He never meant to say he loved the little brat in his arms, and yet...he can't feel any desire to take it back. Damn it.