Completion
Title: Completion
Pairing: OT5
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Double Penetration (just cuz some people might get shocked at seeing that OTL)
A/N: Sooo this is a few days late haha I had no inspiration -_____- But here we go! :D I hope this lives up to everyone’s expectations.~~
This turned out a lot more poetic than I originally intended and it is strictly from Taemin’s point of view. Idk why. xD
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It had been an accident, finding them like this.
Taemin had come home from school early; he was ahead in all of his classes and had decided to not stay after for a study session. The members weren’t expecting him home until about five but it was three-thirty as he walked in through the front door. He had gone into the kitchen and grabbed some animal crackers and a juice box, snacking contently before he noticed that no one was around.
Strange, they didn’t have a schedule today and usually Jinki, Jonghyun and Minho would be lazing on the couch while Key flitted around and did laundry or some other house chore.
He had frowned and glanced at the bedroom, where the door was shut.
Were they napping?
No, Taemin had finally concluded as he peeked through a crack in the door.
They were most definitely not napping.
Taemin’s breath caught in his throat as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. The room was darkened with the lights off and the shades drawn, afternoon looking like early evening as four bodies moved over Jinki’s bed as one. He watched as Minho’s hands left a blazing trail across Jinki’s thigh, the action almost literally starting a fire on the leader’s skin as Jinki dropped his head back and let out a soft sound. Jonghyun’s lips were occupied between Key’s legs, the diva’s fingers sliding through the older boy’s locks and filtering through the satiny hair.
Eyes wide, the teen couldn’t tear his gaze from the act that was happening in front of him. Something about it seemed sacred, like a shrine to something he had no idea existed, and he felt like he was intruding in the worst possible way by watching.
So he shut the door as quietly as he could, turning and leaning against it and closing his eyes, swallowing the lump that had blocked his air passages. His heart was thumping so hard he could hear it in his ears, feel the blood rushing in his head as he tried to calm himself down. He wasn’t stupid or naïve; he knew exactly what he had just witnessed. A part of him was a bit disappointed that his hyungs would participate in such an act without him, didn’t they say they’d do everything together?
Surely that didn’t mean sexual exploits, though.
Pressing the heel of his palm into his eye, he grit his teeth as he tried to ignore the throbbing in his groin.
The door behind him opened and he made a shocked sound, eyes flying open as he grabbed at the door frame to keep himself from losing his balance and falling into the room. He stiffened - he’d been caught - and squeezed his eyes shut as he waited for the scolding that was surely about to come.
“Taemin ah,” Minho’s voice was soft and low, slightly husky and it resonated through Taemin’s ears.
But Taemin refused to turn around, refused to look up into those giant doe eyes because he knew what he’d see there - lust for Key, for Jinki, for Jonghyun. Maybe even a bit of confusion and hurt that Taemin had intruded and God Taemin felt so guilty as he hung his head and finally decided to turn around, wringing his hands nervously in front of his body.
“I-I’m sorry, hyung…” Taemin said softly, staring down at the floor, at Minho’s bare feet.
When a chuckle met his quiet apology Taemin couldn’t help but look up, seeing Minho’s slightly flushed face smiling and his eyes crinkling slightly with mirth. Taemin blushed, remembering what Minho had just been doing with the other hyungs just moments before, and averted his eyes once more.
“Taemin ah,” Minho’s fingers found Taemin’s chin and lifted the maknae’s eyes to his own, Taemin’s heart skipping a beat as his rounded eyes met Minho’s hooded ones. “C’mere.”
Taemin’s feet cooperated and followed Minho into the bedroom but his mind was sending up so many warning signals that his vision was tinted red. His heart was still hammering and he saw Jonghyun sprawled on the bed, Jinki’s and Key’s mouths laving over every inch of him, the flash of teeth in the dark room unmistakable against Jonghyun’s tanned flesh.
“Do you want to join?” Minho asked, his voice still low and soft, as if he could frighten Taemin away at any moment.
And truth be told Taemin was scared shitless but he held his ground, looking between Minho and the other boys that were tangled up in each other, their eyes trained on him. They looked drugged, they looked doped out as their eyes hooded and glistened in the dark room, their hands dragging lazily over each other as they didn’t deter from their tasks and yet focused on Taemin at the same time.
A jolt of electricity flew through Taemin’s blood stream when Jinki’s mouth descended on Jonghyun’s erection, and the maknae watched as the entire length disappeared into the leader’s throat. Was that even possible? Taemin’s head started to swim as Minho grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to the bed, his free hand working on the buttons of Taemin’s school uniform shirt, undoing them one by one before sliding the material off of the teen’s shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor.
Strong hands slid over Taemin’s exposed collar bone and down the white tank top, grabbing the hem and pulling it up over his head. Taemin shivered, feeling more exposed than he had ever before in his life, despite the fact that his band mates had seen him naked countless times. This time was different - incredibly different - and Taemin glanced up at Minho through his lashes, his eyes wet with confusion, arousal and slight worry.
But Minho chuckled that charming chuckle and swooped down to claim Taemin’s lips, the softness of the action making Taemin’s chest swell and contract and he couldn’t breathe, he could only share oxygen with Minho as his tongue shyly moved out to meet the rappers’.
Minho guided Taemin towards the bed and while the two youngest engaged in their lip lock Taemin felt a set of hands working on the belt of his pants, felt another pair traveling over his back and nails raking lightly over the skin, felt another pair helping the first in pulling his pants and boxers off of his frame. Everything was slow, calculated and gentle because they knew that Taemin could and would flee if the wrong thing happened, if something occurred that the maknae didn’t like or approve of.
Taemin felt so very taken care of, in that moment, so loved. His hyungs, who had been participating in an event that they kept to themselves, who had been careful to keep this a secret from him, were letting him in without a second thought. Had they been waiting? Had they wanted him to join? Taemin shuddered as cool air hit his heated flesh and he was pulled onto the bed, hands and lips all over his body as he bit his lip and trembled, his virgin body ultra sensitive to everything that was going on around him.
“Taemin ah,” Key’s voice reached the maknae’s ears and Taemin opened his eyes to see the diva hovering over him to the left. “If you don’t want this, leave now.” Worry and concern flashed in the umma’s eyes and Taemin felt his heart melt and solidify with that action.
Steeling himself, he shook his head, “I don’t want to leave. I - I want… to share this with you guys…”
He felt four smiles rest on his frame and he sighed under the warm blanket that coated him, and his eyes traveled around to take everything in. The mood was heavy and light at the same time, Taemin breathing it in and drinking it down and feeling himself get as intoxicated as the other’s looked. It was a beautiful moving picture, a motion film that could win every award under the sun as hands roamed and the mood never picked up the pace, staying at that sweet tempo that let everyone learn Taemin’s body, fingers and palms and lips dragging over responsive flesh, goosebumps springing in their wake.
Taemin’s head dropped back against the bed and he felt lips on his neck; he opened his eyes and saw the top of Jinki’s head, could feel those fat lips catching on his adam’s apple. Key was on the other side, his head bowed as his tongue ran over Taemin’s chest, teasing at the pert nipples and his fingers following the wet trail, blowing cool air onto the saliva and making Taemin shudder. The maknae felt his legs be spread apart and his first instinct was to keep them clamped tightly shut but the warm hand on the inside of his thigh coaxed his long limbs apart and he couldn’t help the whimper that bubbled out of his lips. Lips were added to the hands spreading his legs and it felt wonderful, the puff of hot air sailing over his skin making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
“Taemin…” Jonghyun’s voice resonated near his hip bone and Taemin shuddered; he now knew who was coaxing his legs apart so carefully.
But he didn’t respond to the soft query, his mind registered it as something that didn’t need to be responded to. His eyes opened again when Jinki and Key’s touches and kisses left him and he watched their mouths slide together, the kiss slow and lazy and completely unhurried. Their hands wandered over each other now and Taemin had never thought two people kissing looked more beautiful, never thought that anything could strike through his heart so quickly and make him feel so warm.
His eyes lowered and Jonghyun was still between his legs, only now he realized just how close the vocalists’ lips were to his semi-erect cock. Taemin flushed darkly and Jonghyun merely sent up a wink and a smile before he parted his lips and engulfed Taemin in a tight, wet heat, the maknae’s back arching as one hand flew to grip Key’s slender forearm, the other twisting in the sheets as his body went on overdrive, heating up to an impossible degree.
Minho was present again, and Taemin vaguely wondered where he went before all thought left his brain, Minho’s lips against his once again. Key’s arm slid from his grip and instead slender fingers tangled with his own, giving a reassuring squeeze. Jonghyun’s lips unglued themselves from Taemin’s cock, lapping at the now fully erect shaft, and soon another mouth joined and Taemin crooned and whined, trembling as he felt the edges of his vision blacken slightly.
But then all sensation was gone - Minho’s lips, Key’s hand, Jinki and Jonghyun’s mouths. Taemin cracked open an eye to see Minho shifting between his legs, his hands connecting with Taemin’s thighs to let his thumbs circle on the flesh slowly as he urged his knees to bend up a bit towards his chest. Taemin blushed, being so exposed making him shudder in both anticipation and a low level of thrumming excitement that was threatening to spike at any moment.
Jinki laid down next to Taemin, tilting the maknae’s chin to his to press their lips together in a kiss. It was different from Minho’s, the taste Jinki’s own and his lips softer versus Minho’s chapped ones, but it was the same all the while, the same amount of love and affection being poured out between them. Key clambered on top of Jinki and reached behind himself, Taemin watching as Key’s face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain, the tendons in his forearm working under the skin as the maknae watched the diva stretch himself.
Jonghyun got in behind Key and ran his hands over those supple hips, before leaning over and nosing the side of Minho’s neck, making the rapper turn and kiss him slowly, their teeth flashing and tongues dancing. Taemin swallowed - usually Jonghyun and Minho either didn’t talk at all or were stuck arguing over something stupidly competitive and seeing them kiss like that… Taemin knew this was something special, something sacred, and for the second time he felt so privileged to be included.
Minho broke the kiss with Jonghyun and there was a silent message exchanged between hooded and glazed eyes, and Minho turned to face Taemin with a small smile, that same smile that made Taemin feel warm and protected. Taemin smiled back and he felt Minho’s finger probing against his entrance and he shuddered, he knew what was about to come and he should have felt nervous, he should have been scared - Jinki was propped up on his elbows, fluttering kisses along Taemin’s shoulder where he could reach as Key slowly sat himself down on his cock and leaned forward, moans ripping from their throats.
Taemin’s breath hitched and he wondered where Jonghyun was going to go, what he was going to do and it was obvious that Jinki was still empty, as he gripped onto Key’s hips and kept him still, their chests pressed together as Key leaned over to press his lips to Taemin’s, everyone’s bodies scooting closer together so they could reach the maknae easily.
But Jinki never made a sound of discomfort, instead Key’s eyes squeezed shut and his lips broke away from Taemin’s so he could drop his forehead on the maknae’s shoulder, his entire body trembling as Jonghyun let out a ragged, breathy pant followed by a curse. Taemin’s eyes widened and his body flushed and he let out a soft sound as Minho’s finger slipped into his entrance, wiggling around and testing the waters. But his eyes never left the sight of the three oldest boys, and Taemin knew in that instant that Key’s body was being stretched impossibly wide, so painfully wide so he could take both Jinki and Jonghyun’s cock within him but the tears that sprung from Key’s eyes weren’t from pain, or pleasure, more frustration as he reached back and spread his ass cheeks apart to try and suck both of the dicks in deeper.
Taemin swallowed and Minho added a second finger, leaning over to pepper kisses along Key’s spine, the diva shuddering and moaning and starting to writhe a bit. Jonghyun and Jinki were gritting their teeth so hard you could see their jaw clenching under the skin, and Taemin trembled, the thought of two cocks in one space just blowing his mind, how could Key do that? Didn’t it hurt?
Apparently Taemin was so distracted with the intense sight in front of him that he didn’t notice the third finger, but he noticed when those fingers disappeared and suddenly his body felt ridiculously empty. He pouted and whined but Key, while rocking in rhythm with the two older boys, reached out and carded his fingers through Taemin’s hair, his soft smile broken by a long moan that rumbled from the back of his throat as he tossed his head back and rode the two cocks splitting him open like he had done it a million times before.
“Taemin.”
Taemin glanced back towards Minho, who was reaching out towards him. Taemin grabbed his hands and let himself be pulled up and maneuvered, their positions switching as Minho laid down next to Jinki, their shoulders flush against each other, his and Key’s thighs brushing. Minho beckoned Taemin closer and the maknae crawled over the rapper’s body, straddling him and blushing in slight embarrassment. Minho’s hands moved to his hips and gripped them softly, easily guiding Taemin over his stiff cock and Taemin closed his eyes as the blunt head brushed against his entrance.
“Open your eyes.” Minho commanded, and Taemin complied, never able to resist a request from any of his hyungs.
His eyes opened and met with Minho’s and his insides melted and his breath hitched as Minho gripped the base of his erection as his other hand stayed on Taemin’s hips, pushing the maknae down onto his dick.
It hurt, fuck it hurt and it burned but Key was taking twice this much, possibly even four times as much if Taemin’s brief glance at Jinki’s cock was worth anything. He was stretched wide and his thighs trembled and pain jolted up and down his spine and touched the edges of his vision and no no no this was too much, he couldn’t do this, he wanted to so fucking bad, he wanted to be a part of this but God it hurt.
Key was still panting heavily though, his face the perfect picture of ecstasy as his back bowed and he tried to get more of Jonghyun and Jinki inside of him.
Taemin knew that pleasure would come for him, too, but waiting through the pain was a bitch as he sat fully on Minho’s cock and trembled, his tiny hands on Minho’s solid chest as his shoulders hunched and his chin tucked against his chest, sweat dripping down his jaw and dripping onto Minho’s flesh. Minho licked his plump lips and his eyes were hooded, his hair matted from sweat and brushed away from his forehead and he looked perfect like that, Taemin decided.
It sent a slight spike of arousal through his body; Jonghyun leaned over and pressed his lips to Taemin’s shoulder and the maknae leaned over to nuzzle his head against the older boy’s, Jonghyun’s head tilting up and their lips connecting. It was reassuring, the kiss, it was magnified when Jonghyun’s hand moved from Key’s hip to rest on the small of Taemin’s back and rub gently. The pain seemed to ebb away and now Taemin just felt full, so incredibly full and he just wanted Minho to do something, he wanted Minho to make this sensation even greater because he had no idea how.
Minho’s hips bucked up slowly and Taemin let out a breath, something inside of him igniting. Jonghyun’s lips curled against his in a smile as the vocalist moved and slid his hand from the small of Taemin’s back to his other hip, their closeness bringing Taemin into his side and inadvertently making the maknae slide up and down on Minho’s cock.
The rapper grunted and his hands splayed on Taemin’s slender, powerful thighs before one hand traveled over to let his fingers skate over Jinki’s abdomen, the leader tilting his head back as he thrust up into Key with abandon, meeting every one of Jonghyun’s movements. Taemin’s eyes, from this angle with Jonghyun, could see the two cocks disappearing into Key’s hole and stretching it unbelievably wide, could see the sweat beading on Key’s back, see the way that the diva tossed his head back and his hair flew and he looked so beautiful, hips rolling and spine bowed and mouth dropped open slightly.
Taemin rocked forward and started up a rhythm with the help of Jonghyun’s hand on his hip, guiding him to move in a way that was comfortable and pleasurable at the same time. Taemin’s body started to heat up again and he was so full and it felt so amazing to feel Minho throbbing inside of him, moving inside of him and God Minho was inside of him, Jonghyun was inside of Key and Jinki as well and his mind was going to explode with everything that was going on.
He heard Key cry out and knew that signaled the diva’s orgasm, glancing over through lidded eyes to see Jonghyun slam into Key a few more times before stilling. The chain reaction ended with Jinki stilling as well, the three of them collapsing in a sweaty, sticky pile. Taemin licked his lips and closed his eyes as Jonghyun’s hand fell away from his hip, his body now used to the movements as he rolled forward and up and back and down again, Minho’s hands steady on his thighs as his hips bucked up to meet each of the maknae’s movements.
They continued to rock like that for a few moments until Minho sat up and wrapped his arms around Taemin’s slender torso, flipping their positions once more as Taemin was laid back on the bed by sure, steady hands, Minho’s cock not missing a beat as it slid into his walls deeper and in a way that made white flash across the maknae’s vision. Taemin’s head dropped back and he cried out as Minho bent him in half, knees up by the younger’s head as Minho started to drill into him ruthlessly.
Once again hands and lips were all over Taemin’s body and he reached out to blindly grope, needing to connect himself with all of these amazing people, these hyungs that loved him and cared for him and protected him and wanted to include him in their private affairs.
His hand connected with a chest and a hand reached up to grasp his, thick fingers twining with his own and he recognized that hand as Jinki’s. His other hand connected with a thigh, a thigh that resembled his own, a dancer’s thigh, and Key’s fingers locked with his as his hand was raised to the diva’s lips for a kiss. He felt a hand moving through his hair and those fingers were familiar, he knew them on his scalp any day, from ruffling or tugging or doing something playful - Jonghyun was above him and Taemin was overwhelmed with the intensity of the situation, his untouched body now completely tapped out as his last walls crumbled.
His orgasm was powerful, the most exquisite thing that he’d ever tasted on the tip of his tongues and felt at the pads of his fingers as his body spasmed and clenched and Minho tensed as well, the sheer tightness of Taemin’s walls nearly squeezing the life out of him as he spilled his hot seed deep, Taemin whimpering slightly at the strange sensation but not necessarily disliking it.
They all collapsed, then, Minho careful to not fall on Taemin as he pulled out. The maknae was gathered up in two sets of arms - Jinki’s and Jonghyun’s - and kisses were being peppered over his face, his eyes slipping open to reveal Key’s affectionate, protective gaze as he drew away. Minho nuzzled his neck and he didn’t know how they were all fitting on Jinki’s bed but they were, and it was perfect. He was cozy and warm and sated and his mind was soaring and his body was still high from orgasm and he couldn’t help but feel that he was included in on something bigger than himself, bigger than SHINee, bigger than anything they’d ever done.
They were five.
They were one.
Pairing: OT5
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Double Penetration (just cuz some people might get shocked at seeing that OTL)
A/N: Sooo this is a few days late haha I had no inspiration -_____- But here we go! :D I hope this lives up to everyone’s expectations.~~
This turned out a lot more poetic than I originally intended and it is strictly from Taemin’s point of view. Idk why. xD
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It had been an accident, finding them like this.
Taemin had come home from school early; he was ahead in all of his classes and had decided to not stay after for a study session. The members weren’t expecting him home until about five but it was three-thirty as he walked in through the front door. He had gone into the kitchen and grabbed some animal crackers and a juice box, snacking contently before he noticed that no one was around.
Strange, they didn’t have a schedule today and usually Jinki, Jonghyun and Minho would be lazing on the couch while Key flitted around and did laundry or some other house chore.
He had frowned and glanced at the bedroom, where the door was shut.
Were they napping?
No, Taemin had finally concluded as he peeked through a crack in the door.
They were most definitely not napping.
Taemin’s breath caught in his throat as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. The room was darkened with the lights off and the shades drawn, afternoon looking like early evening as four bodies moved over Jinki’s bed as one. He watched as Minho’s hands left a blazing trail across Jinki’s thigh, the action almost literally starting a fire on the leader’s skin as Jinki dropped his head back and let out a soft sound. Jonghyun’s lips were occupied between Key’s legs, the diva’s fingers sliding through the older boy’s locks and filtering through the satiny hair.
Eyes wide, the teen couldn’t tear his gaze from the act that was happening in front of him. Something about it seemed sacred, like a shrine to something he had no idea existed, and he felt like he was intruding in the worst possible way by watching.
So he shut the door as quietly as he could, turning and leaning against it and closing his eyes, swallowing the lump that had blocked his air passages. His heart was thumping so hard he could hear it in his ears, feel the blood rushing in his head as he tried to calm himself down. He wasn’t stupid or naïve; he knew exactly what he had just witnessed. A part of him was a bit disappointed that his hyungs would participate in such an act without him, didn’t they say they’d do everything together?
Surely that didn’t mean sexual exploits, though.
Pressing the heel of his palm into his eye, he grit his teeth as he tried to ignore the throbbing in his groin.
The door behind him opened and he made a shocked sound, eyes flying open as he grabbed at the door frame to keep himself from losing his balance and falling into the room. He stiffened - he’d been caught - and squeezed his eyes shut as he waited for the scolding that was surely about to come.
“Taemin ah,” Minho’s voice was soft and low, slightly husky and it resonated through Taemin’s ears.
But Taemin refused to turn around, refused to look up into those giant doe eyes because he knew what he’d see there - lust for Key, for Jinki, for Jonghyun. Maybe even a bit of confusion and hurt that Taemin had intruded and God Taemin felt so guilty as he hung his head and finally decided to turn around, wringing his hands nervously in front of his body.
“I-I’m sorry, hyung…” Taemin said softly, staring down at the floor, at Minho’s bare feet.
When a chuckle met his quiet apology Taemin couldn’t help but look up, seeing Minho’s slightly flushed face smiling and his eyes crinkling slightly with mirth. Taemin blushed, remembering what Minho had just been doing with the other hyungs just moments before, and averted his eyes once more.
“Taemin ah,” Minho’s fingers found Taemin’s chin and lifted the maknae’s eyes to his own, Taemin’s heart skipping a beat as his rounded eyes met Minho’s hooded ones. “C’mere.”
Taemin’s feet cooperated and followed Minho into the bedroom but his mind was sending up so many warning signals that his vision was tinted red. His heart was still hammering and he saw Jonghyun sprawled on the bed, Jinki’s and Key’s mouths laving over every inch of him, the flash of teeth in the dark room unmistakable against Jonghyun’s tanned flesh.
“Do you want to join?” Minho asked, his voice still low and soft, as if he could frighten Taemin away at any moment.
And truth be told Taemin was scared shitless but he held his ground, looking between Minho and the other boys that were tangled up in each other, their eyes trained on him. They looked drugged, they looked doped out as their eyes hooded and glistened in the dark room, their hands dragging lazily over each other as they didn’t deter from their tasks and yet focused on Taemin at the same time.
A jolt of electricity flew through Taemin’s blood stream when Jinki’s mouth descended on Jonghyun’s erection, and the maknae watched as the entire length disappeared into the leader’s throat. Was that even possible? Taemin’s head started to swim as Minho grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to the bed, his free hand working on the buttons of Taemin’s school uniform shirt, undoing them one by one before sliding the material off of the teen’s shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor.
Strong hands slid over Taemin’s exposed collar bone and down the white tank top, grabbing the hem and pulling it up over his head. Taemin shivered, feeling more exposed than he had ever before in his life, despite the fact that his band mates had seen him naked countless times. This time was different - incredibly different - and Taemin glanced up at Minho through his lashes, his eyes wet with confusion, arousal and slight worry.
But Minho chuckled that charming chuckle and swooped down to claim Taemin’s lips, the softness of the action making Taemin’s chest swell and contract and he couldn’t breathe, he could only share oxygen with Minho as his tongue shyly moved out to meet the rappers’.
Minho guided Taemin towards the bed and while the two youngest engaged in their lip lock Taemin felt a set of hands working on the belt of his pants, felt another pair traveling over his back and nails raking lightly over the skin, felt another pair helping the first in pulling his pants and boxers off of his frame. Everything was slow, calculated and gentle because they knew that Taemin could and would flee if the wrong thing happened, if something occurred that the maknae didn’t like or approve of.
Taemin felt so very taken care of, in that moment, so loved. His hyungs, who had been participating in an event that they kept to themselves, who had been careful to keep this a secret from him, were letting him in without a second thought. Had they been waiting? Had they wanted him to join? Taemin shuddered as cool air hit his heated flesh and he was pulled onto the bed, hands and lips all over his body as he bit his lip and trembled, his virgin body ultra sensitive to everything that was going on around him.
“Taemin ah,” Key’s voice reached the maknae’s ears and Taemin opened his eyes to see the diva hovering over him to the left. “If you don’t want this, leave now.” Worry and concern flashed in the umma’s eyes and Taemin felt his heart melt and solidify with that action.
Steeling himself, he shook his head, “I don’t want to leave. I - I want… to share this with you guys…”
He felt four smiles rest on his frame and he sighed under the warm blanket that coated him, and his eyes traveled around to take everything in. The mood was heavy and light at the same time, Taemin breathing it in and drinking it down and feeling himself get as intoxicated as the other’s looked. It was a beautiful moving picture, a motion film that could win every award under the sun as hands roamed and the mood never picked up the pace, staying at that sweet tempo that let everyone learn Taemin’s body, fingers and palms and lips dragging over responsive flesh, goosebumps springing in their wake.
Taemin’s head dropped back against the bed and he felt lips on his neck; he opened his eyes and saw the top of Jinki’s head, could feel those fat lips catching on his adam’s apple. Key was on the other side, his head bowed as his tongue ran over Taemin’s chest, teasing at the pert nipples and his fingers following the wet trail, blowing cool air onto the saliva and making Taemin shudder. The maknae felt his legs be spread apart and his first instinct was to keep them clamped tightly shut but the warm hand on the inside of his thigh coaxed his long limbs apart and he couldn’t help the whimper that bubbled out of his lips. Lips were added to the hands spreading his legs and it felt wonderful, the puff of hot air sailing over his skin making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
“Taemin…” Jonghyun’s voice resonated near his hip bone and Taemin shuddered; he now knew who was coaxing his legs apart so carefully.
But he didn’t respond to the soft query, his mind registered it as something that didn’t need to be responded to. His eyes opened again when Jinki and Key’s touches and kisses left him and he watched their mouths slide together, the kiss slow and lazy and completely unhurried. Their hands wandered over each other now and Taemin had never thought two people kissing looked more beautiful, never thought that anything could strike through his heart so quickly and make him feel so warm.
His eyes lowered and Jonghyun was still between his legs, only now he realized just how close the vocalists’ lips were to his semi-erect cock. Taemin flushed darkly and Jonghyun merely sent up a wink and a smile before he parted his lips and engulfed Taemin in a tight, wet heat, the maknae’s back arching as one hand flew to grip Key’s slender forearm, the other twisting in the sheets as his body went on overdrive, heating up to an impossible degree.
Minho was present again, and Taemin vaguely wondered where he went before all thought left his brain, Minho’s lips against his once again. Key’s arm slid from his grip and instead slender fingers tangled with his own, giving a reassuring squeeze. Jonghyun’s lips unglued themselves from Taemin’s cock, lapping at the now fully erect shaft, and soon another mouth joined and Taemin crooned and whined, trembling as he felt the edges of his vision blacken slightly.
But then all sensation was gone - Minho’s lips, Key’s hand, Jinki and Jonghyun’s mouths. Taemin cracked open an eye to see Minho shifting between his legs, his hands connecting with Taemin’s thighs to let his thumbs circle on the flesh slowly as he urged his knees to bend up a bit towards his chest. Taemin blushed, being so exposed making him shudder in both anticipation and a low level of thrumming excitement that was threatening to spike at any moment.
Jinki laid down next to Taemin, tilting the maknae’s chin to his to press their lips together in a kiss. It was different from Minho’s, the taste Jinki’s own and his lips softer versus Minho’s chapped ones, but it was the same all the while, the same amount of love and affection being poured out between them. Key clambered on top of Jinki and reached behind himself, Taemin watching as Key’s face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain, the tendons in his forearm working under the skin as the maknae watched the diva stretch himself.
Jonghyun got in behind Key and ran his hands over those supple hips, before leaning over and nosing the side of Minho’s neck, making the rapper turn and kiss him slowly, their teeth flashing and tongues dancing. Taemin swallowed - usually Jonghyun and Minho either didn’t talk at all or were stuck arguing over something stupidly competitive and seeing them kiss like that… Taemin knew this was something special, something sacred, and for the second time he felt so privileged to be included.
Minho broke the kiss with Jonghyun and there was a silent message exchanged between hooded and glazed eyes, and Minho turned to face Taemin with a small smile, that same smile that made Taemin feel warm and protected. Taemin smiled back and he felt Minho’s finger probing against his entrance and he shuddered, he knew what was about to come and he should have felt nervous, he should have been scared - Jinki was propped up on his elbows, fluttering kisses along Taemin’s shoulder where he could reach as Key slowly sat himself down on his cock and leaned forward, moans ripping from their throats.
Taemin’s breath hitched and he wondered where Jonghyun was going to go, what he was going to do and it was obvious that Jinki was still empty, as he gripped onto Key’s hips and kept him still, their chests pressed together as Key leaned over to press his lips to Taemin’s, everyone’s bodies scooting closer together so they could reach the maknae easily.
But Jinki never made a sound of discomfort, instead Key’s eyes squeezed shut and his lips broke away from Taemin’s so he could drop his forehead on the maknae’s shoulder, his entire body trembling as Jonghyun let out a ragged, breathy pant followed by a curse. Taemin’s eyes widened and his body flushed and he let out a soft sound as Minho’s finger slipped into his entrance, wiggling around and testing the waters. But his eyes never left the sight of the three oldest boys, and Taemin knew in that instant that Key’s body was being stretched impossibly wide, so painfully wide so he could take both Jinki and Jonghyun’s cock within him but the tears that sprung from Key’s eyes weren’t from pain, or pleasure, more frustration as he reached back and spread his ass cheeks apart to try and suck both of the dicks in deeper.
Taemin swallowed and Minho added a second finger, leaning over to pepper kisses along Key’s spine, the diva shuddering and moaning and starting to writhe a bit. Jonghyun and Jinki were gritting their teeth so hard you could see their jaw clenching under the skin, and Taemin trembled, the thought of two cocks in one space just blowing his mind, how could Key do that? Didn’t it hurt?
Apparently Taemin was so distracted with the intense sight in front of him that he didn’t notice the third finger, but he noticed when those fingers disappeared and suddenly his body felt ridiculously empty. He pouted and whined but Key, while rocking in rhythm with the two older boys, reached out and carded his fingers through Taemin’s hair, his soft smile broken by a long moan that rumbled from the back of his throat as he tossed his head back and rode the two cocks splitting him open like he had done it a million times before.
“Taemin.”
Taemin glanced back towards Minho, who was reaching out towards him. Taemin grabbed his hands and let himself be pulled up and maneuvered, their positions switching as Minho laid down next to Jinki, their shoulders flush against each other, his and Key’s thighs brushing. Minho beckoned Taemin closer and the maknae crawled over the rapper’s body, straddling him and blushing in slight embarrassment. Minho’s hands moved to his hips and gripped them softly, easily guiding Taemin over his stiff cock and Taemin closed his eyes as the blunt head brushed against his entrance.
“Open your eyes.” Minho commanded, and Taemin complied, never able to resist a request from any of his hyungs.
His eyes opened and met with Minho’s and his insides melted and his breath hitched as Minho gripped the base of his erection as his other hand stayed on Taemin’s hips, pushing the maknae down onto his dick.
It hurt, fuck it hurt and it burned but Key was taking twice this much, possibly even four times as much if Taemin’s brief glance at Jinki’s cock was worth anything. He was stretched wide and his thighs trembled and pain jolted up and down his spine and touched the edges of his vision and no no no this was too much, he couldn’t do this, he wanted to so fucking bad, he wanted to be a part of this but God it hurt.
Key was still panting heavily though, his face the perfect picture of ecstasy as his back bowed and he tried to get more of Jonghyun and Jinki inside of him.
Taemin knew that pleasure would come for him, too, but waiting through the pain was a bitch as he sat fully on Minho’s cock and trembled, his tiny hands on Minho’s solid chest as his shoulders hunched and his chin tucked against his chest, sweat dripping down his jaw and dripping onto Minho’s flesh. Minho licked his plump lips and his eyes were hooded, his hair matted from sweat and brushed away from his forehead and he looked perfect like that, Taemin decided.
It sent a slight spike of arousal through his body; Jonghyun leaned over and pressed his lips to Taemin’s shoulder and the maknae leaned over to nuzzle his head against the older boy’s, Jonghyun’s head tilting up and their lips connecting. It was reassuring, the kiss, it was magnified when Jonghyun’s hand moved from Key’s hip to rest on the small of Taemin’s back and rub gently. The pain seemed to ebb away and now Taemin just felt full, so incredibly full and he just wanted Minho to do something, he wanted Minho to make this sensation even greater because he had no idea how.
Minho’s hips bucked up slowly and Taemin let out a breath, something inside of him igniting. Jonghyun’s lips curled against his in a smile as the vocalist moved and slid his hand from the small of Taemin’s back to his other hip, their closeness bringing Taemin into his side and inadvertently making the maknae slide up and down on Minho’s cock.
The rapper grunted and his hands splayed on Taemin’s slender, powerful thighs before one hand traveled over to let his fingers skate over Jinki’s abdomen, the leader tilting his head back as he thrust up into Key with abandon, meeting every one of Jonghyun’s movements. Taemin’s eyes, from this angle with Jonghyun, could see the two cocks disappearing into Key’s hole and stretching it unbelievably wide, could see the sweat beading on Key’s back, see the way that the diva tossed his head back and his hair flew and he looked so beautiful, hips rolling and spine bowed and mouth dropped open slightly.
Taemin rocked forward and started up a rhythm with the help of Jonghyun’s hand on his hip, guiding him to move in a way that was comfortable and pleasurable at the same time. Taemin’s body started to heat up again and he was so full and it felt so amazing to feel Minho throbbing inside of him, moving inside of him and God Minho was inside of him, Jonghyun was inside of Key and Jinki as well and his mind was going to explode with everything that was going on.
He heard Key cry out and knew that signaled the diva’s orgasm, glancing over through lidded eyes to see Jonghyun slam into Key a few more times before stilling. The chain reaction ended with Jinki stilling as well, the three of them collapsing in a sweaty, sticky pile. Taemin licked his lips and closed his eyes as Jonghyun’s hand fell away from his hip, his body now used to the movements as he rolled forward and up and back and down again, Minho’s hands steady on his thighs as his hips bucked up to meet each of the maknae’s movements.
They continued to rock like that for a few moments until Minho sat up and wrapped his arms around Taemin’s slender torso, flipping their positions once more as Taemin was laid back on the bed by sure, steady hands, Minho’s cock not missing a beat as it slid into his walls deeper and in a way that made white flash across the maknae’s vision. Taemin’s head dropped back and he cried out as Minho bent him in half, knees up by the younger’s head as Minho started to drill into him ruthlessly.
Once again hands and lips were all over Taemin’s body and he reached out to blindly grope, needing to connect himself with all of these amazing people, these hyungs that loved him and cared for him and protected him and wanted to include him in their private affairs.
His hand connected with a chest and a hand reached up to grasp his, thick fingers twining with his own and he recognized that hand as Jinki’s. His other hand connected with a thigh, a thigh that resembled his own, a dancer’s thigh, and Key’s fingers locked with his as his hand was raised to the diva’s lips for a kiss. He felt a hand moving through his hair and those fingers were familiar, he knew them on his scalp any day, from ruffling or tugging or doing something playful - Jonghyun was above him and Taemin was overwhelmed with the intensity of the situation, his untouched body now completely tapped out as his last walls crumbled.
His orgasm was powerful, the most exquisite thing that he’d ever tasted on the tip of his tongues and felt at the pads of his fingers as his body spasmed and clenched and Minho tensed as well, the sheer tightness of Taemin’s walls nearly squeezing the life out of him as he spilled his hot seed deep, Taemin whimpering slightly at the strange sensation but not necessarily disliking it.
They all collapsed, then, Minho careful to not fall on Taemin as he pulled out. The maknae was gathered up in two sets of arms - Jinki’s and Jonghyun’s - and kisses were being peppered over his face, his eyes slipping open to reveal Key’s affectionate, protective gaze as he drew away. Minho nuzzled his neck and he didn’t know how they were all fitting on Jinki’s bed but they were, and it was perfect. He was cozy and warm and sated and his mind was soaring and his body was still high from orgasm and he couldn’t help but feel that he was included in on something bigger than himself, bigger than SHINee, bigger than anything they’d ever done.
They were five.
They were one.