Sunbae-nim
Pairing: Taemin-centric
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,365
Summary: Taemin is a slut. A super slut.
A/N: Augh I'm sorry I haven't posted the epilogue of Vices yet, but I'm still getting adjusted to living in Japan. I swear I'm working on it and hopefully it'll be done soon. This is just a thing I did to get writing again, sorry if it's shitty. Enjoy!
“Great work today, sunbae-nim! You were great!”
Taemin nodded absently at the boy who stood at the door to his dressing room, a hopeful look on his face that reminded Taemin of something, no- someone. He sighed and collapsed languidly into his makeup chair, his long limbs splaying out to mirror his exhaustion. He tossed his head back and dragged a weary hand down over his eyes. When he removed it, he saw the boy was still there.
“What is it?” His voice was flat, exhaustion and the desire for privacy making his tone sharper than he had intended. The boy gulped, his eyes following the bob of Taemin’s adam’s apple. Taemin lifted his head to stare at the boy, who jumped and directed his eyes at the ground. He stuttered when he spoke, his nervousness getting the better of him.
“Um, I-I just wanted to know if, uh, if you needed...anything?” The boy trailed off lamely as Taemin raised a perfect eyebrow. With a groan, he heaved himself out of the chair to get a closer look at the boy. He was nothing special, black hair, pale skin, slim physique. Exactly the type of malleable ambition and drive that SM looked for in its trainees.
“What’s your name?” Taemin turned and sank back into his chair, not really caring to hear the answer. The boy must have said something though, because he was looking up at Taemin now. He could see the admiration shining in the boy’s face as he stood there, arms clamped at his sides in a perpetual half-bow. “Do you want to become an idol?” The boy looked like his heart might burst at the question.
“More than anything. I’ve been training for-”
“Then let me give you some advice.” He looked over at the boy and beckoned with two fingers. “Come here.” The boy shot across the room faster than Taemin might have believed, had he not been in the boy’s same position once. A slow smile worked its way over his lips as he said, “Sit down.”
The boy looked confused, as there was only one chair. Taemin wiggled a foot carelessly at the floor in front of his seat. “Here will do.” Once the boy had lowered himself to the ground in front of him, Taemin leaned forward, his hands clasped and his elbows resting on his knees, spread wide on either side of the boy in front of him.
“Have you ever heard the phrase, taking one for the team?”
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Taemin’s eyes fluttered shut as the boy gave a tentative suck, the scorching hot feeling of the boy’s mouth around his dick making his breath come in shallow gasps. It had really been too long since the last time he had done this. He threaded his fingers into the boy’s shaggy hair, tugging him closer still.
“Come on, relax for me.”
The boy was shaking, his eyes screwed shut as tears left glistening trails down his cheeks, still chubby with baby fat. Taemin leaned forward and brushed the boy’s tears away with broad thumbs. His eyes flew open at the touch, and Taemin was surprised to see respect and...was that trust? in the boy’s wide eyes. He stiffened at the thought that this unknown boy, this stranger, could be kneeling on the ground in front of him with Taemin’s cock heavy on his tongue, and still manage to look at him so reverently. The thought had him unconsciously bucking into the boy’s mouth, the tight, wet heat clenching around his dick as the boy fought his gag reflex.
The child was clearly a novice, his motions unsure and tentative -but still pleasurable. Taemin ran his fingers through the boy’s hair and whispered mindless encouragements as the boy’s movements hastened. He hissed as the boy’s teeth just barely scraped the side of his dick, the action sending electricity crackling through him. Taemin pushed the boy backward, gasping as the cold air hit his erection. Fisting one hand in the boy’s long tresses, and the other at the base of his dick, Taemin pressed the head of his cock against the boy’s swollen lips, dragging it over their velvety smooth surface with a sigh.
“Do you sing?” His voice was much huskier than usual, the softness replaced with a gravelly rumble that made the boy look up, awe in his eyes. “Do you?” Taemin pulled the boy back from his dick so he could answer properly. His voice and hands were shaking, but he said clearly,
“Yes, Taemin sunbae-nim.”
Taemin sighed in approval and dragged the boy’s head forward, shoving his dick past plump lips once more. When the boy’s nose dragged against skin covered with sparse curls, Taemin sighed again and managed to rasp out a whisper.
“Show me.”
There was next to no hesitation this time, and Taemin’s head fell back as the boy began to sing. It was more humming, really, but the vibrations around Taemin’s dick were so delicious he let out a string of curses, his hands tightening in the boy’s hair. From within his cloud of ecstasy, Taemin dimly registered the boy’s arms snaking firmly around his waist and hugging him close, as though the child wished to crush them even closer together.
Taemin could feel the coiling in his stomach winding tighter and tighter, and when the boy swallowed hard around his length, Taemin let out a wanton moan, holding the boy’s head tight against his body. He thrust into the boy’s mouth until the last wave of his orgasm crashed over him, uncaring that he could be hurting the child. When he had finished, he slumped into the chair, finally releasing his grip on the boy’s tresses. On the ground, the boy coughed and panted heavily, but made no move to get up. Taemin could see a bulge that was larger than he’d imagined straining at the front of the boy’s pants. He grinned, remembering all too well the feeling of being left unsatisfied. Making his voice sound bored and flat once again, Taemin spoke.
“I have to get ready for my next schedule, so if you could leave...”
The boy’s face fell and he ducked his head, but not before Taemin saw hurt flash in his eyes. Dejectedly the boy walked to the door, looking a bit like a kicked puppy as he did. Three...two...one.
“One more thing.” The boy turned, his hand resting on the door handle, face laughably easy to read. It was sick, the enjoyment Taemin got from playing with them like this, making them love him blindly with just a few words or the right glance on his part. “I’m doing a solo stage in a few weeks. I’d like to see you there.”
Delight lit up the boy’s face, his smile joyous. He looked good that way, Taemin mused, would probably have all the girls swooning over that smile in a few years. But for now, he was still an unknown trainee, and would react as all the others had; as he had.
“I’ll be there, Taemin sunbae-nim!” Taemin grinned.
Perfect.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,365
Summary: Taemin is a slut. A super slut.
A/N: Augh I'm sorry I haven't posted the epilogue of Vices yet, but I'm still getting adjusted to living in Japan. I swear I'm working on it and hopefully it'll be done soon. This is just a thing I did to get writing again, sorry if it's shitty. Enjoy!
“Great work today, sunbae-nim! You were great!”
Taemin nodded absently at the boy who stood at the door to his dressing room, a hopeful look on his face that reminded Taemin of something, no- someone. He sighed and collapsed languidly into his makeup chair, his long limbs splaying out to mirror his exhaustion. He tossed his head back and dragged a weary hand down over his eyes. When he removed it, he saw the boy was still there.
“What is it?” His voice was flat, exhaustion and the desire for privacy making his tone sharper than he had intended. The boy gulped, his eyes following the bob of Taemin’s adam’s apple. Taemin lifted his head to stare at the boy, who jumped and directed his eyes at the ground. He stuttered when he spoke, his nervousness getting the better of him.
“Um, I-I just wanted to know if, uh, if you needed...anything?” The boy trailed off lamely as Taemin raised a perfect eyebrow. With a groan, he heaved himself out of the chair to get a closer look at the boy. He was nothing special, black hair, pale skin, slim physique. Exactly the type of malleable ambition and drive that SM looked for in its trainees.
“What’s your name?” Taemin turned and sank back into his chair, not really caring to hear the answer. The boy must have said something though, because he was looking up at Taemin now. He could see the admiration shining in the boy’s face as he stood there, arms clamped at his sides in a perpetual half-bow. “Do you want to become an idol?” The boy looked like his heart might burst at the question.
“More than anything. I’ve been training for-”
“Then let me give you some advice.” He looked over at the boy and beckoned with two fingers. “Come here.” The boy shot across the room faster than Taemin might have believed, had he not been in the boy’s same position once. A slow smile worked its way over his lips as he said, “Sit down.”
The boy looked confused, as there was only one chair. Taemin wiggled a foot carelessly at the floor in front of his seat. “Here will do.” Once the boy had lowered himself to the ground in front of him, Taemin leaned forward, his hands clasped and his elbows resting on his knees, spread wide on either side of the boy in front of him.
“Have you ever heard the phrase, taking one for the team?”
-------
Taemin’s eyes fluttered shut as the boy gave a tentative suck, the scorching hot feeling of the boy’s mouth around his dick making his breath come in shallow gasps. It had really been too long since the last time he had done this. He threaded his fingers into the boy’s shaggy hair, tugging him closer still.
“Come on, relax for me.”
The boy was shaking, his eyes screwed shut as tears left glistening trails down his cheeks, still chubby with baby fat. Taemin leaned forward and brushed the boy’s tears away with broad thumbs. His eyes flew open at the touch, and Taemin was surprised to see respect and...was that trust? in the boy’s wide eyes. He stiffened at the thought that this unknown boy, this stranger, could be kneeling on the ground in front of him with Taemin’s cock heavy on his tongue, and still manage to look at him so reverently. The thought had him unconsciously bucking into the boy’s mouth, the tight, wet heat clenching around his dick as the boy fought his gag reflex.
The child was clearly a novice, his motions unsure and tentative -but still pleasurable. Taemin ran his fingers through the boy’s hair and whispered mindless encouragements as the boy’s movements hastened. He hissed as the boy’s teeth just barely scraped the side of his dick, the action sending electricity crackling through him. Taemin pushed the boy backward, gasping as the cold air hit his erection. Fisting one hand in the boy’s long tresses, and the other at the base of his dick, Taemin pressed the head of his cock against the boy’s swollen lips, dragging it over their velvety smooth surface with a sigh.
“Do you sing?” His voice was much huskier than usual, the softness replaced with a gravelly rumble that made the boy look up, awe in his eyes. “Do you?” Taemin pulled the boy back from his dick so he could answer properly. His voice and hands were shaking, but he said clearly,
“Yes, Taemin sunbae-nim.”
Taemin sighed in approval and dragged the boy’s head forward, shoving his dick past plump lips once more. When the boy’s nose dragged against skin covered with sparse curls, Taemin sighed again and managed to rasp out a whisper.
“Show me.”
There was next to no hesitation this time, and Taemin’s head fell back as the boy began to sing. It was more humming, really, but the vibrations around Taemin’s dick were so delicious he let out a string of curses, his hands tightening in the boy’s hair. From within his cloud of ecstasy, Taemin dimly registered the boy’s arms snaking firmly around his waist and hugging him close, as though the child wished to crush them even closer together.
Taemin could feel the coiling in his stomach winding tighter and tighter, and when the boy swallowed hard around his length, Taemin let out a wanton moan, holding the boy’s head tight against his body. He thrust into the boy’s mouth until the last wave of his orgasm crashed over him, uncaring that he could be hurting the child. When he had finished, he slumped into the chair, finally releasing his grip on the boy’s tresses. On the ground, the boy coughed and panted heavily, but made no move to get up. Taemin could see a bulge that was larger than he’d imagined straining at the front of the boy’s pants. He grinned, remembering all too well the feeling of being left unsatisfied. Making his voice sound bored and flat once again, Taemin spoke.
“I have to get ready for my next schedule, so if you could leave...”
The boy’s face fell and he ducked his head, but not before Taemin saw hurt flash in his eyes. Dejectedly the boy walked to the door, looking a bit like a kicked puppy as he did. Three...two...one.
“One more thing.” The boy turned, his hand resting on the door handle, face laughably easy to read. It was sick, the enjoyment Taemin got from playing with them like this, making them love him blindly with just a few words or the right glance on his part. “I’m doing a solo stage in a few weeks. I’d like to see you there.”
Delight lit up the boy’s face, his smile joyous. He looked good that way, Taemin mused, would probably have all the girls swooning over that smile in a few years. But for now, he was still an unknown trainee, and would react as all the others had; as he had.
“I’ll be there, Taemin sunbae-nim!” Taemin grinned.
Perfect.