Strawberry Nurse
Title: Strawberry Nurse
Pairing: Taemin/Key
Rating: NC-17, minor use of toys
A/N: HOLY FUCK I AM GOING TO HELL. This hit me out of nowhere because I’m tired of writing the same characters all the time even though Taemin’s not my number one fave but I’m told I write him well so ahahaha…?
Oh Christ this is going to be the death of me.
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It had been a minor cold, but Taemin was stuck in Onew’s bed, using the giant space to spread out, curl up, burrow under the covers and do just about anything under the sun that was perfectly normal for a sick teenager to do. Onew had let Taemin sleep in his bed because he wanted the maknae to be comfortable even though he was sniffly and in pain.
The maknae was left at home alone while everyone else went out on schedule, and really that was alright, though he sort of wished that someone would have stayed home to keep him company.
Sighing to no one in particular, since the room was empty anyway, Taemin sat up and rubbed his eyes, finally feeling like the medicine Key had given him that morning was kicking in. Yawning, he stretched his arms over his head and glanced at the door, silently willing someone to come home and keep him company because really, he was lonely.
But when the door handle jiggled and clicked open, Taemin’s eyes widened and he scooted back on the bed, drawing the covers up to his chest. Was his prayer answered? Did God exist? Were his hyungs all mind-readers?
“Taeminnie ah?”
Key’s voice resounded and Taemin smiled lightly, “Hyung.”
The door opened and Taemin’s smile dropped off of his face and fell into his lap as he saw just how Key was dressed.
His eyes first went to Key’s feet, which were currently strapped into a pair of red high heels. They traveled up Key’s shapely legs, which were covered in white stockings that went up to mid-thigh, little red bows topping them off. The white dress… thing… he was wearing barely reached the tops of the stockings and really, that was incredibly short. It buttoned over the left breast and a red cross was on the opposite pocket; the dress was short-sleeved and there were delicate white gloves on Key’s hands that barely stretched past the wrist. A small white hat with a red cross on it was clipped into Key’s chocolatey hair, and Taemin could see hints of eyeliner tracing cat-like eyes and gloss on plump lips.
“Hyung…?” Taemin’s voice was stuck in his throat and the word came out retarded sounding, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “What… are you doing?”
“You’re sick, so I’m here to take care of you.” Key said this like it was common knowledge, like it was normal for him to get in this crazy getup and take care of the band members.
“But-”
“Ah ah~” Key waved a finger and sauntered over to the bed, his hips swaying with the added lift of the heels, before he bent down and crawled onto the single bed. Taemin scooted back like a frightened deer but Key was soon moving over him, straddling his legs.
“Hyung-”
Key pressed a gloved finger against Taemin’s lips, effectively silencing the teen, the coolness of the glove surprising.
“Nurse Key will take care of you,” Key all but purred, before he removed his finger and replaced it with his lips.
Taemin’s mind went blank, the wetness and stickiness from the gloss getting on his lips but as Key’s tongue pushed into his mouth he could taste the faint strawberry flavor, and why the heck was Key doing this!? His mouth just sort of fell open to allow the intrusion, and Key hummed lightly as he pulled the blanket off of Taemin’s lap and moved himself off of it as well, Taemin shuddering because he had only been wearing a loose tank top and boxers because of his fever.
Settling between Taemin’s legs, Key pushed the teen back and slid down his body, pushing up the tank top and revealing pale skin, his plump lips dragging over the heated flesh and leaving behind a shiny strawberry scented trail. Heart pounding so loud in his ears, Taemin was surprised when he heard the soft purr that left Key’s throat, which vibrated his lips, which in turn vibrated his skin, which in turn made his body tremble and his dick harden.
What was Key doing? Why was he doing this? Nothing was computing in Taemin’s mind and it was bad enough that he was feverish and slightly disoriented as it was but - oh God. Oh God.
Key nipped along the line of Taemin’s boxers and the maknae couldn’t help but rear his hips up, lying back on his pillow and closing his eyes to try and block out the image of Key sliding lower and lower. But his body was burning, it was on fire, the heat of his fever only multiplying with everything the older boy was doing; Taemin grabbed the hem of his tank top and pulled it off, tossing it aside, sweat forming on his brow and collarbone as his chest rose and fell with each choked breath.
The rapper hummed in approval and his long fingers played with the elastic of Taemin’s boxers, before pulling them down inch by inch, exposing the heated skin slowly. His lips followed the trail, still sticky with the gloss and Taemin should have been annoyed because that’s just gross, girls wear that - but then again, girls also wore nurse uniforms and just the sight of Key in one had Taemin half hard and wanting to spend some time with his right hand.
But Key was here and Key was… oh God Key was here in his lap and he was getting ready to do these horrible things that Taemin wasn’t just imagining, everything Key was doing was hinting at just what he wanted and what was going on.
“Mmm…”
Taemin made the mistake of glancing down just when Key slipped his boxers off the rest of the way, his erection hitting the air and oh my God that was just way too embarrassing for words. Key had never seen him like this and Key had never even given Taemin the ‘birds and the bees’ talk but right now Taemin was so delirious from fever and sudden lust that he couldn’t find himself resisting. He couldn’t find the words ‘no Key don’t suck my cock’, or maybe even ‘we can’t do this, I’m sick’, or maybe even ‘I’m not gay!’ but obviously none of those things really crossed his mind, well maybe they flashed and then got snuffed out before Key’s breath ghosted over Taemin’s cock and the teen shuddered violently, chills from his fever adding onto the chills from Key’s mouth being so near to his dick.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he couldn’t watch as Key parted his lips to let that pink tongue dip into the slit of his erection, lapping at the pre-cum that was drooling. He couldn’t watch as Key dragged his tongue slowly down the bottom of Taemin’s shaft and then back up again and he most certainly couldn’t watch as Key wrapped those long fingers around the base as he wrapped his lips around the tip and started up that vacuum with his mouth.
Alright so maybe Taemin could crack an eye open and glance down but God maybe he shouldn’t have because Key’s eyes fluttered briefly, the kohl-lined orbs glancing up and locking on Taemin’s wide ones. A jolt went through Taemin’s body and his jaw dropped open, resting on his chest and he didn’t care if he looked like a gaping fish. Watching Key go down on his cock like that was the most astounding thing he’d ever seen; high cheek bones prominent with his cheeks hollowed, eyes more cat-like than usual due to the eyeliner, the gloss that was on his lips shiny as they stretched around Taemin’s cock.
Swallowing, the sound audible over Key’s humming and the wet sounds coming from his mouth, Taemin trembled and reached down, wanting to tangle his fingers in Key’s hair to ground himself, to attach himself in another way other than his cock in his mouth, but that stupid hat was clipped in there good and Taemin couldn’t get his fingers in without messing it up. And because Key was Key he would probably bitch about his costume being ruined so Taemin kept his fingers moving, skirting over Key’s features, his ears, his clothed shoulders and oh my God this was too much.
Taemin’s body jerked and spasmed with the sudden impending release but Key pulled completely away, the cock leaving his mouth with an audible pop as he wiped at the corner of his lips. His lip gloss still wasn’t smeared but it was left behind on the base of Taemin’s cock, catching the light and being all shimmery and glittery and Taemin faintly registered the fact that oh, his cock must take like strawberries now.
Licking his lips, Taemin watched as Key straightened and pulled the hem of the nurse uniform up, revealing lacy red panties. Taemin groaned and God what was this, he was into nunas but Key was dressed like a nurse nuna basically and why was it so arousing to see Key’s cock straining against the material of those flimsy panties?
Oh right, because Taemin was sick, he was feverish and of course in this delirious state being as horny as he was he could fuck a dog.
Only not really because that’s disgusting but completely beside the point.
Key looked absolutely sexy, his hair slightly tousled from where Taemin’s fingers had managed to tangle into it, the hat cocked to one side and his lips plump from being stretched so thin. He looked so sexy with his eyes lidded and dark with lust, lust for Taemin and really none of this made sense whatsoever.
Not one bit.
But as Key lifted the hem of the uniform a bit higher and spread his legs, straddling Taemin’s long ones that were currently weighted down to the bed with the intense iron lead known as ‘way too fucking turned on to move’, Taemin licked his lips again and watched as Key bent a little at the waist, pulling the panties down and off completely, exposing his dick and his hips and the tops of those thighs and oh you would be a fucking liar if you said Key didn’t have nice fucking legs.
Even Taemin, when not delirious from fever or arousal, would attest to that.
Key tossed the panties off to the side and bent over a bit more, reaching behind him. His face contorted slightly and a moan split his lips, and Taemin’s mind suddenly registered that Key was… preparing himself? For him?
Oh God, what.
Blinking rapidly (more rapid than usual) Taemin sat up some and lifted a hand as if to help his hyung but Key let out a long, languid moan and removed his hand, except it wasn’t empty. There was a white, pearlescent plug in his hand, shiny with lube that was dripping down Key’s gloved fingers and his wrist, and the smile Key gave Taemin was absolutely evil, sinful, the epitome of reasons people went to Hell but Taemin merely whimpered as Key set the toy aside and clambered over his stiff cock.
“Nurse Key will administer the treatment, now. You should feel brand new in a few moments,” Key said sweetly, his voice higher pitched than usual and Taemin’s eyes fluttered, his head dropping back against the pillow as he gripped Key’s hips, his own bucking up into that tight heat that suddenly enveloped his cock and damn should Key be that tight after having that toy in his ass for God knows how long?
Collective moans filled the room, filled up the empty spaces and filled the air so God damn full that Taemin felt like he was being suffocated, the air being cut off as his throat couldn’t seem to open but then Key moved, he moved and rocked his hips and his body and rested his hands on Taemin’s chest, the material of his gloves a cool contrast against the teen’s sizzling hot skin, the material of Key’s stockings rubbing against his sides and creating an amazing friction. Taemin’s eyes closed as he bucked his hips up into that heat, his cock driving deep into that vice and it felt better than his hand, better than anything that had ever come into contact with his cock and he knew in that moment that Key was tighter than any nuna that Taemin could ever dream of fucking.
Groaning with the realization, Taemin opened his eyes and watched as Key bounced up and down on his cock, what part of his skin that was exposed flushing brightly with arousal and Taemin felt some sweat drip off of his own forehead, reminding him of how God damn hot he was but fucking Christ those gloves were cool as they glided over his chest and collected the sweat, spreading it around and cooling it down only for it to heat up again once it rested for too long.
Suddenly Taemin wanted his hands in Key’s hair again, that perfect hair that was always coiffed in just the right way, a mixture between bed head and being too lazy to do his hair properly but Taemin and the other members knew that Key spent a good hour on his hair every day. Taemin wanted to mess it up, he wanted to see what it looked like when it was truly mussed from sex and Taemin had never had a more inappropriate thought in his mind.
Well aside from the fact that he was now fucking Key but you know.
He reached up and unclipped the hat, pulling it out of Key’s hair and tossing it aside; Key looked like he was about to protest but Taemin’s fingers curled around the locks and yanked Key down so their lips could meet in a kiss and Key sighed, moaning into the kiss as he continued to bounce and fuck Taemin was seriously going to melt, his body felt like it was literally on fire and now his insides were heating up in the coil of his abdomen and he knew exactly what that meant.
Key seemed to know, too, because as their tongues tangled and that lip gloss finally smeared, Key shifted his hips and did something amazing, something magical to where his body clenched impossibly tight around Taemin’s dick and made the feverish teen cry out, his mind going blank and his eyes wide, seeing nothing and everything all at once as he bucked wildly up into that heat and blindly groped for Key’s dick, wrapping it in clumsy, eager fingers as he started to jerk in a rhythm that was nowhere near what Key was doing but it must have been enough because Key howled and tightened further and Taemin’s body nearly spontaneously combusted as his orgasm hit him with the force of a tsunami.
The rapper followed soon after, his cum spilling onto Taemin’s abdomen as they rode it out together, and suddenly everything in Taemin’s vision blurred before going completely black.
When he awoke he was alone, re-dressed with new sheets. Frowning and sitting up, he glanced to the side table where a glass of water and two aspirin sat, along with a note. Taking the pills, he wondered if Key did this for his other hyungs when they were sick; he picked up the note and read Key’s handwriting, chuckling to himself.
“You are sick with: Sinus Infection
You were treated by: Nurse Key
Cost: Dishes for a week~ ^^”
… Figures.
Pairing: Taemin/Key
Rating: NC-17, minor use of toys
A/N: HOLY FUCK I AM GOING TO HELL. This hit me out of nowhere because I’m tired of writing the same characters all the time even though Taemin’s not my number one fave but I’m told I write him well so ahahaha…?
Oh Christ this is going to be the death of me.
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It had been a minor cold, but Taemin was stuck in Onew’s bed, using the giant space to spread out, curl up, burrow under the covers and do just about anything under the sun that was perfectly normal for a sick teenager to do. Onew had let Taemin sleep in his bed because he wanted the maknae to be comfortable even though he was sniffly and in pain.
The maknae was left at home alone while everyone else went out on schedule, and really that was alright, though he sort of wished that someone would have stayed home to keep him company.
Sighing to no one in particular, since the room was empty anyway, Taemin sat up and rubbed his eyes, finally feeling like the medicine Key had given him that morning was kicking in. Yawning, he stretched his arms over his head and glanced at the door, silently willing someone to come home and keep him company because really, he was lonely.
But when the door handle jiggled and clicked open, Taemin’s eyes widened and he scooted back on the bed, drawing the covers up to his chest. Was his prayer answered? Did God exist? Were his hyungs all mind-readers?
“Taeminnie ah?”
Key’s voice resounded and Taemin smiled lightly, “Hyung.”
The door opened and Taemin’s smile dropped off of his face and fell into his lap as he saw just how Key was dressed.
His eyes first went to Key’s feet, which were currently strapped into a pair of red high heels. They traveled up Key’s shapely legs, which were covered in white stockings that went up to mid-thigh, little red bows topping them off. The white dress… thing… he was wearing barely reached the tops of the stockings and really, that was incredibly short. It buttoned over the left breast and a red cross was on the opposite pocket; the dress was short-sleeved and there were delicate white gloves on Key’s hands that barely stretched past the wrist. A small white hat with a red cross on it was clipped into Key’s chocolatey hair, and Taemin could see hints of eyeliner tracing cat-like eyes and gloss on plump lips.
“Hyung…?” Taemin’s voice was stuck in his throat and the word came out retarded sounding, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “What… are you doing?”
“You’re sick, so I’m here to take care of you.” Key said this like it was common knowledge, like it was normal for him to get in this crazy getup and take care of the band members.
“But-”
“Ah ah~” Key waved a finger and sauntered over to the bed, his hips swaying with the added lift of the heels, before he bent down and crawled onto the single bed. Taemin scooted back like a frightened deer but Key was soon moving over him, straddling his legs.
“Hyung-”
Key pressed a gloved finger against Taemin’s lips, effectively silencing the teen, the coolness of the glove surprising.
“Nurse Key will take care of you,” Key all but purred, before he removed his finger and replaced it with his lips.
Taemin’s mind went blank, the wetness and stickiness from the gloss getting on his lips but as Key’s tongue pushed into his mouth he could taste the faint strawberry flavor, and why the heck was Key doing this!? His mouth just sort of fell open to allow the intrusion, and Key hummed lightly as he pulled the blanket off of Taemin’s lap and moved himself off of it as well, Taemin shuddering because he had only been wearing a loose tank top and boxers because of his fever.
Settling between Taemin’s legs, Key pushed the teen back and slid down his body, pushing up the tank top and revealing pale skin, his plump lips dragging over the heated flesh and leaving behind a shiny strawberry scented trail. Heart pounding so loud in his ears, Taemin was surprised when he heard the soft purr that left Key’s throat, which vibrated his lips, which in turn vibrated his skin, which in turn made his body tremble and his dick harden.
What was Key doing? Why was he doing this? Nothing was computing in Taemin’s mind and it was bad enough that he was feverish and slightly disoriented as it was but - oh God. Oh God.
Key nipped along the line of Taemin’s boxers and the maknae couldn’t help but rear his hips up, lying back on his pillow and closing his eyes to try and block out the image of Key sliding lower and lower. But his body was burning, it was on fire, the heat of his fever only multiplying with everything the older boy was doing; Taemin grabbed the hem of his tank top and pulled it off, tossing it aside, sweat forming on his brow and collarbone as his chest rose and fell with each choked breath.
The rapper hummed in approval and his long fingers played with the elastic of Taemin’s boxers, before pulling them down inch by inch, exposing the heated skin slowly. His lips followed the trail, still sticky with the gloss and Taemin should have been annoyed because that’s just gross, girls wear that - but then again, girls also wore nurse uniforms and just the sight of Key in one had Taemin half hard and wanting to spend some time with his right hand.
But Key was here and Key was… oh God Key was here in his lap and he was getting ready to do these horrible things that Taemin wasn’t just imagining, everything Key was doing was hinting at just what he wanted and what was going on.
“Mmm…”
Taemin made the mistake of glancing down just when Key slipped his boxers off the rest of the way, his erection hitting the air and oh my God that was just way too embarrassing for words. Key had never seen him like this and Key had never even given Taemin the ‘birds and the bees’ talk but right now Taemin was so delirious from fever and sudden lust that he couldn’t find himself resisting. He couldn’t find the words ‘no Key don’t suck my cock’, or maybe even ‘we can’t do this, I’m sick’, or maybe even ‘I’m not gay!’ but obviously none of those things really crossed his mind, well maybe they flashed and then got snuffed out before Key’s breath ghosted over Taemin’s cock and the teen shuddered violently, chills from his fever adding onto the chills from Key’s mouth being so near to his dick.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he couldn’t watch as Key parted his lips to let that pink tongue dip into the slit of his erection, lapping at the pre-cum that was drooling. He couldn’t watch as Key dragged his tongue slowly down the bottom of Taemin’s shaft and then back up again and he most certainly couldn’t watch as Key wrapped those long fingers around the base as he wrapped his lips around the tip and started up that vacuum with his mouth.
Alright so maybe Taemin could crack an eye open and glance down but God maybe he shouldn’t have because Key’s eyes fluttered briefly, the kohl-lined orbs glancing up and locking on Taemin’s wide ones. A jolt went through Taemin’s body and his jaw dropped open, resting on his chest and he didn’t care if he looked like a gaping fish. Watching Key go down on his cock like that was the most astounding thing he’d ever seen; high cheek bones prominent with his cheeks hollowed, eyes more cat-like than usual due to the eyeliner, the gloss that was on his lips shiny as they stretched around Taemin’s cock.
Swallowing, the sound audible over Key’s humming and the wet sounds coming from his mouth, Taemin trembled and reached down, wanting to tangle his fingers in Key’s hair to ground himself, to attach himself in another way other than his cock in his mouth, but that stupid hat was clipped in there good and Taemin couldn’t get his fingers in without messing it up. And because Key was Key he would probably bitch about his costume being ruined so Taemin kept his fingers moving, skirting over Key’s features, his ears, his clothed shoulders and oh my God this was too much.
Taemin’s body jerked and spasmed with the sudden impending release but Key pulled completely away, the cock leaving his mouth with an audible pop as he wiped at the corner of his lips. His lip gloss still wasn’t smeared but it was left behind on the base of Taemin’s cock, catching the light and being all shimmery and glittery and Taemin faintly registered the fact that oh, his cock must take like strawberries now.
Licking his lips, Taemin watched as Key straightened and pulled the hem of the nurse uniform up, revealing lacy red panties. Taemin groaned and God what was this, he was into nunas but Key was dressed like a nurse nuna basically and why was it so arousing to see Key’s cock straining against the material of those flimsy panties?
Oh right, because Taemin was sick, he was feverish and of course in this delirious state being as horny as he was he could fuck a dog.
Only not really because that’s disgusting but completely beside the point.
Key looked absolutely sexy, his hair slightly tousled from where Taemin’s fingers had managed to tangle into it, the hat cocked to one side and his lips plump from being stretched so thin. He looked so sexy with his eyes lidded and dark with lust, lust for Taemin and really none of this made sense whatsoever.
Not one bit.
But as Key lifted the hem of the uniform a bit higher and spread his legs, straddling Taemin’s long ones that were currently weighted down to the bed with the intense iron lead known as ‘way too fucking turned on to move’, Taemin licked his lips again and watched as Key bent a little at the waist, pulling the panties down and off completely, exposing his dick and his hips and the tops of those thighs and oh you would be a fucking liar if you said Key didn’t have nice fucking legs.
Even Taemin, when not delirious from fever or arousal, would attest to that.
Key tossed the panties off to the side and bent over a bit more, reaching behind him. His face contorted slightly and a moan split his lips, and Taemin’s mind suddenly registered that Key was… preparing himself? For him?
Oh God, what.
Blinking rapidly (more rapid than usual) Taemin sat up some and lifted a hand as if to help his hyung but Key let out a long, languid moan and removed his hand, except it wasn’t empty. There was a white, pearlescent plug in his hand, shiny with lube that was dripping down Key’s gloved fingers and his wrist, and the smile Key gave Taemin was absolutely evil, sinful, the epitome of reasons people went to Hell but Taemin merely whimpered as Key set the toy aside and clambered over his stiff cock.
“Nurse Key will administer the treatment, now. You should feel brand new in a few moments,” Key said sweetly, his voice higher pitched than usual and Taemin’s eyes fluttered, his head dropping back against the pillow as he gripped Key’s hips, his own bucking up into that tight heat that suddenly enveloped his cock and damn should Key be that tight after having that toy in his ass for God knows how long?
Collective moans filled the room, filled up the empty spaces and filled the air so God damn full that Taemin felt like he was being suffocated, the air being cut off as his throat couldn’t seem to open but then Key moved, he moved and rocked his hips and his body and rested his hands on Taemin’s chest, the material of his gloves a cool contrast against the teen’s sizzling hot skin, the material of Key’s stockings rubbing against his sides and creating an amazing friction. Taemin’s eyes closed as he bucked his hips up into that heat, his cock driving deep into that vice and it felt better than his hand, better than anything that had ever come into contact with his cock and he knew in that moment that Key was tighter than any nuna that Taemin could ever dream of fucking.
Groaning with the realization, Taemin opened his eyes and watched as Key bounced up and down on his cock, what part of his skin that was exposed flushing brightly with arousal and Taemin felt some sweat drip off of his own forehead, reminding him of how God damn hot he was but fucking Christ those gloves were cool as they glided over his chest and collected the sweat, spreading it around and cooling it down only for it to heat up again once it rested for too long.
Suddenly Taemin wanted his hands in Key’s hair again, that perfect hair that was always coiffed in just the right way, a mixture between bed head and being too lazy to do his hair properly but Taemin and the other members knew that Key spent a good hour on his hair every day. Taemin wanted to mess it up, he wanted to see what it looked like when it was truly mussed from sex and Taemin had never had a more inappropriate thought in his mind.
Well aside from the fact that he was now fucking Key but you know.
He reached up and unclipped the hat, pulling it out of Key’s hair and tossing it aside; Key looked like he was about to protest but Taemin’s fingers curled around the locks and yanked Key down so their lips could meet in a kiss and Key sighed, moaning into the kiss as he continued to bounce and fuck Taemin was seriously going to melt, his body felt like it was literally on fire and now his insides were heating up in the coil of his abdomen and he knew exactly what that meant.
Key seemed to know, too, because as their tongues tangled and that lip gloss finally smeared, Key shifted his hips and did something amazing, something magical to where his body clenched impossibly tight around Taemin’s dick and made the feverish teen cry out, his mind going blank and his eyes wide, seeing nothing and everything all at once as he bucked wildly up into that heat and blindly groped for Key’s dick, wrapping it in clumsy, eager fingers as he started to jerk in a rhythm that was nowhere near what Key was doing but it must have been enough because Key howled and tightened further and Taemin’s body nearly spontaneously combusted as his orgasm hit him with the force of a tsunami.
The rapper followed soon after, his cum spilling onto Taemin’s abdomen as they rode it out together, and suddenly everything in Taemin’s vision blurred before going completely black.
When he awoke he was alone, re-dressed with new sheets. Frowning and sitting up, he glanced to the side table where a glass of water and two aspirin sat, along with a note. Taking the pills, he wondered if Key did this for his other hyungs when they were sick; he picked up the note and read Key’s handwriting, chuckling to himself.
“You are sick with: Sinus Infection
You were treated by: Nurse Key
Cost: Dishes for a week~ ^^”
… Figures.