Migraine
Title: Migraine
Author: KiWI
Pairing: JongTae
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Jonghyun doesn't make for a good kidnapee.
He had a headache, a constant throbbing piercing headache. The knife-like cutting of his nerves ached behind his skull. His temples pounded; the blaring light strained his eyes and any sound made the sensations more excruciating. And this boy, he was maddening.
“Want me to fuck you, Jjongie?” The boy asked, rubbing his cock along the planes of his abs.
Just the sound of his voice sent the potency of his migraine skyrocketing “Shut the fuck up, please” Jonghyun begged.
He shut his lids to ease the pain of the lights but his sensitive nerves still pulsated. Besides that, the handcuffs were entirely too fucking tight. He could feel the skin chaffing from his hands, red raw bracelets forming around his wrists.
Sucking on the soft skin of his neck, the boy said, “Wanna suck me off, Jonghyun?”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Jonghyun yelled and in a surge of anger yanked his arms forward. He hissed from the pain. Groaning, he let his head loll back against a pillow, concentrating on anything besides his throbbing brain and the infuriating timbre in the boy’s voice.
Soft lips puckered against his own and a tongue probed against his mouth. Jonghyun allowed him entry, allowed him to riffle through the crannies of his mouth. It felt good, fleshy and wet. Focusing on the minute bumps and ridges of his tongue slick with saliva proved to dull the pain of his headache, if only a little bit but then he talked.
“You like that, hyung?”
“Taemin, I swear if you speak another word.” He left the threat hanging cautiously, glaring up into the dark eyes of the boy above him.
“What? Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? How hard it was to kidnap you?”
Jonghyun wasn’t falling for it; Taemin was a freak, pointblank. Jonghyun recalled all the times Taemin had spiked his coffees with drugs and all the times Taemin had flatten his tires just so he could take him home (He took the subway instead). However, he wasn’t expecting the chloroform. Honestly though, he should have expected it when he realized they were the only ones left in the office. Now he was handcuffed to a bed in some random hotel with a horny hot-blooded intern straddling him and truthfully he didn’t even care, he just really wished he’d stop talking.
“Hurry it up. I got a bad migraine and your voice is annoying as fuck.” He advised as Taemin lips closed on one of his nipples, sucking and biting it generously.
“Nope. I’m going to take my sweet time” Taemin said. He wiggled his way to Jonghyun’s legs and, with great effort, pried them open. His mouth was tentative, coyly licking along Jonghyun’s soft cock begging it to rise and despite Jonghyun’s apathy, his dick answered Taemin’s plea, growing hard and firm around the boy’s lips.
“Hyung, want me to--”
“Shut up!”
Jonghyun groaned, pushing up into Taemin's heated throat forcing him to gag on his length. It was a good look for him, he decided as he watched Taemin choke on his dick, eyes tearing around the edges. And just because he could, Jonghyun wrapped his legs around the boy’s upper back pulling him down even further onto his cock.
Quickly, Taemin pulled back for air, ripping apart the tightly locked legs behind him. His mouth hung open as he gasped for air, a little spit dribbling from the side of his mouth, and his eyes glistened from his unshed tears.
“Don’t do that. I almost threw up” He panted, his nostrils stinging a little.
“Undo these fucking handcuffs.” The cuffs had dug deep into his skin from his previous action, eliciting blood.
“No”
“Now!”
“No. I’m the kidnapper, so shut up and do as I say.” Taemin protested stubbornly and Jonghyun huffed, eyes closing once again, frustration oozing from his pores. His headache was starting up again, even more fiercely than before. The adamant pounding in his temples was all he could concentrate on. It even made talking hurt as he opened and closed his jaw experimentally, feeling the ache increase in his head. Eyes flying open, Jonghyun was completely startled at the dick nudging at his mouth.
“Say ahhh!” Taemin said, poking his mouth again, precum smearing his jutted bottom lip.
Tossing his head to and fro, Jonghyun shrieked, “This ain’t the fucking dentist bitch. Get that thing away from me!” With an upturned nose, Jonghyun clamped his mouth shut, turning his face to the side.
“Do it. Suck it now” Taemin scooted up until his ass was practically on Jonghyun’s collarbone, his dick lying on the contours of the other’s face. Slapping his dick on either side of Jonghyun’s cheek, he watched in total amusement at the way the man would try to bite his length only to chomp down on air as Taemin switched to the other cheek, giving it a nice little slap. Taemin cackled, enjoying the sight of Jonghyun mad and slightly frantic, all the more reason to keep rubbing his hard dick across his face.
“All you gotta do is suck it.” He ran the shaft of his cock along the bridge of Jonghyun’s nose following the plane until he reached his nostrils, whereupon he jabbed his dick up the small opening. Taemin died laughing as Jonghyun frenziedly shook his head like The Tasmanian Devil, helpless against the jabs to his face.
“You fucking asshole. I hate you.” Jonghyun spat, his face flushed in either embarrassment or fury. God, it felt like his cranium was about to split open and the crazed head shaking hadn’t helped. The tension around his skull was unbearable. Resigning, he opened his mouth, whimpering as Taemin slid his cock in greedily.
He sat there spiritless, mouth hanging open with Taemin’s dick stuffed down his throat, not sucking. At all.
“What the fuck, Jonghyun!”
It was there, the feeling of a hot mouth around his warm dick but the sensation wasn’t and it killed him to be this close and yet so far. Taemin was livid. Grabbing Jonghyun's hair, he yanked his mouth further on his cock, giving the man a taste of his own medicine. Then he froze mid action, the sudden threatening enclosure of sharp teeth around his man bits made him reconsider his actions. Jonghyun pressed his teeth into the soft skin of Taemin hard dick, gradually increasing the pressure. He arched an eyebrow, challenging Taemin to move, a smirk appearing at the corners of his mouth.
“Ok, Ok. You don’t have to suck it. Just, you know, relax please” Taemin stroked the side of his face gingerly, trying to coax the man into retracting his fangs. He did, eventually.
“Don’t you ever put that thing in my mouth again, you fucking freak.” In a quick fury, Jonghyun sent his feet flying, roughly kicking Taemin off the bed and flat on his back. There was a crack from where Taemin’s head connected with the hardwood floor and Jonghyun felt sorry but not enough to apologize.
Rubbing the back of his head, Taemin felt the small bump on his scalp swelling and cursed, “You stupid bitch.”
Jonghyun flailed, hurriedly trying to pull himself up despite the pain on his wrist, trickles of ruby red sliding down his arm. Although, as soon as he was in a sitting position he was yanked back down by his ankles.
“Motherfucker, you better--”
Taemin slapped him, hard.
“Nuh-uh, you shut the hell up because whether you like it or not, I will fuck you, you got that?” He stated gripping Jonghyun’s thighs he forcibly spread them apart.
“Go to hell, you sick--"
Taemin slapped him again, harder.
"We can do this all day, Jonghyunnie”
Stars. He was seeing them, sparkly little shimmers twinkling in front of his eyes and an echoing sound, reverberating in his head. He whimpered slightly, not exactly from the hit but the effect it had on his migraine. It wasn’t good.
Finally he noticed the slick dick prodding at his ass, nudging its way in, “Look you little shit, you put that thing in me and I’ll fucking chop it off,” he said, but the gravity of the threat was lost by the strained moan that followed it.
Bracing his hands on the pillow behind Jonghyun’s head, Taemin slid in. With his back bending into the motion and head falling to Jonghyun’s shoulder as he pushed in to the hilt, feeling every subtle squeeze and pressure smothering his dick. He barely pulled out before he rocked forward again, Jonghyun gasping at the stretch and the feeling of being full and desecrated. He bit the inside of his cheek, keeping himself from uttering any undesirable noise. The metal bed frame creaked and rocked, slamming into the drywall erratically matching Taemin’s thrusts fast and irregular, no rhyme or rhythm. Just reckless needy lust.
“You feel good hyung?” Taemin asked between grunts. Pumping Jonghyun’s cock in time with his thrusts, the answer to his question obvious in the man’s reaction.
“No, I feel like shit” He groaned, lying through his teeth. Still, he thrusted up into Taemin’s hand. His sweaty body curving along the cotton sheets, perspiration making them stick to him. Hazardous pants spilling from his mouth, dilated eyes hooded and unfocused as the spiral in him unraveled. And as he concentrated more on that unraveling feeling, his headache had dissipated bringing on a more euphoric feeling.
Taemin stilled, the moan on his lips growing louder as he thrust in one last time, fixing himself in that position while his seed dispersed. His frame trembling from the intensity, the intensity only he was feeling.
Jonghyun froze, every inch of his body feeling beyond disgusting at a sudden realization; he could feel it in him, degrading every bit of his virility. Taemin’s sperm encroaching inside him: warm, wet and weird. Jonghyun felt sick. Plus, the asshole had the nerve to build him up and then cum early. Who the fuck does that?
“Did you just cum inside of me?! What the hell did it take you like three minutes, you shitty virgin. Oh good God, it’s in me sloshing around like I’m a goddamn can of paint or some shit.” He whimpered at the mental image.
“I fucking hate you so fucking much right now. There’s not enough adjectives in the world to describe my resentment for you, you stupid cocksucking whore” His menacing rant had Taemin slightly cringing in fear.
Taemin mumbled, “My bad, I guess. Whatever.”
“My bad? Bitch, that’s all you got to say is my bad? Undo these fucking handcuffs right the fuck now!” He thrashed against the restraints regardless of the cutting pain. Sighing frustrated, Taemin pulled out, privily enjoying Jonghyun’s hiss as he did.
Walking over to a drawer, he reached inside, suspicious items rattling around as he spoke, “What kind of kidnapper lets their victim go after one round? Jonghyun we still got round 1, 2, 3, 4...Get the picture? You’re going to be here for a long time, babe and by then you’d have loosen up though if not Imma have to start cutting off appendages.”
Jonghyun’s head lolled back against the pillows, eyeing the cracked white ceiling of the place, the crevices filled with copper rust. “Fuck,” he cursed sensing his migraine returning.
Author: KiWI
Pairing: JongTae
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Jonghyun doesn't make for a good kidnapee.
He had a headache, a constant throbbing piercing headache. The knife-like cutting of his nerves ached behind his skull. His temples pounded; the blaring light strained his eyes and any sound made the sensations more excruciating. And this boy, he was maddening.
“Want me to fuck you, Jjongie?” The boy asked, rubbing his cock along the planes of his abs.
Just the sound of his voice sent the potency of his migraine skyrocketing “Shut the fuck up, please” Jonghyun begged.
He shut his lids to ease the pain of the lights but his sensitive nerves still pulsated. Besides that, the handcuffs were entirely too fucking tight. He could feel the skin chaffing from his hands, red raw bracelets forming around his wrists.
Sucking on the soft skin of his neck, the boy said, “Wanna suck me off, Jonghyun?”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Jonghyun yelled and in a surge of anger yanked his arms forward. He hissed from the pain. Groaning, he let his head loll back against a pillow, concentrating on anything besides his throbbing brain and the infuriating timbre in the boy’s voice.
Soft lips puckered against his own and a tongue probed against his mouth. Jonghyun allowed him entry, allowed him to riffle through the crannies of his mouth. It felt good, fleshy and wet. Focusing on the minute bumps and ridges of his tongue slick with saliva proved to dull the pain of his headache, if only a little bit but then he talked.
“You like that, hyung?”
“Taemin, I swear if you speak another word.” He left the threat hanging cautiously, glaring up into the dark eyes of the boy above him.
“What? Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? How hard it was to kidnap you?”
Jonghyun wasn’t falling for it; Taemin was a freak, pointblank. Jonghyun recalled all the times Taemin had spiked his coffees with drugs and all the times Taemin had flatten his tires just so he could take him home (He took the subway instead). However, he wasn’t expecting the chloroform. Honestly though, he should have expected it when he realized they were the only ones left in the office. Now he was handcuffed to a bed in some random hotel with a horny hot-blooded intern straddling him and truthfully he didn’t even care, he just really wished he’d stop talking.
“Hurry it up. I got a bad migraine and your voice is annoying as fuck.” He advised as Taemin lips closed on one of his nipples, sucking and biting it generously.
“Nope. I’m going to take my sweet time” Taemin said. He wiggled his way to Jonghyun’s legs and, with great effort, pried them open. His mouth was tentative, coyly licking along Jonghyun’s soft cock begging it to rise and despite Jonghyun’s apathy, his dick answered Taemin’s plea, growing hard and firm around the boy’s lips.
“Hyung, want me to--”
“Shut up!”
Jonghyun groaned, pushing up into Taemin's heated throat forcing him to gag on his length. It was a good look for him, he decided as he watched Taemin choke on his dick, eyes tearing around the edges. And just because he could, Jonghyun wrapped his legs around the boy’s upper back pulling him down even further onto his cock.
Quickly, Taemin pulled back for air, ripping apart the tightly locked legs behind him. His mouth hung open as he gasped for air, a little spit dribbling from the side of his mouth, and his eyes glistened from his unshed tears.
“Don’t do that. I almost threw up” He panted, his nostrils stinging a little.
“Undo these fucking handcuffs.” The cuffs had dug deep into his skin from his previous action, eliciting blood.
“No”
“Now!”
“No. I’m the kidnapper, so shut up and do as I say.” Taemin protested stubbornly and Jonghyun huffed, eyes closing once again, frustration oozing from his pores. His headache was starting up again, even more fiercely than before. The adamant pounding in his temples was all he could concentrate on. It even made talking hurt as he opened and closed his jaw experimentally, feeling the ache increase in his head. Eyes flying open, Jonghyun was completely startled at the dick nudging at his mouth.
“Say ahhh!” Taemin said, poking his mouth again, precum smearing his jutted bottom lip.
Tossing his head to and fro, Jonghyun shrieked, “This ain’t the fucking dentist bitch. Get that thing away from me!” With an upturned nose, Jonghyun clamped his mouth shut, turning his face to the side.
“Do it. Suck it now” Taemin scooted up until his ass was practically on Jonghyun’s collarbone, his dick lying on the contours of the other’s face. Slapping his dick on either side of Jonghyun’s cheek, he watched in total amusement at the way the man would try to bite his length only to chomp down on air as Taemin switched to the other cheek, giving it a nice little slap. Taemin cackled, enjoying the sight of Jonghyun mad and slightly frantic, all the more reason to keep rubbing his hard dick across his face.
“All you gotta do is suck it.” He ran the shaft of his cock along the bridge of Jonghyun’s nose following the plane until he reached his nostrils, whereupon he jabbed his dick up the small opening. Taemin died laughing as Jonghyun frenziedly shook his head like The Tasmanian Devil, helpless against the jabs to his face.
“You fucking asshole. I hate you.” Jonghyun spat, his face flushed in either embarrassment or fury. God, it felt like his cranium was about to split open and the crazed head shaking hadn’t helped. The tension around his skull was unbearable. Resigning, he opened his mouth, whimpering as Taemin slid his cock in greedily.
He sat there spiritless, mouth hanging open with Taemin’s dick stuffed down his throat, not sucking. At all.
“What the fuck, Jonghyun!”
It was there, the feeling of a hot mouth around his warm dick but the sensation wasn’t and it killed him to be this close and yet so far. Taemin was livid. Grabbing Jonghyun's hair, he yanked his mouth further on his cock, giving the man a taste of his own medicine. Then he froze mid action, the sudden threatening enclosure of sharp teeth around his man bits made him reconsider his actions. Jonghyun pressed his teeth into the soft skin of Taemin hard dick, gradually increasing the pressure. He arched an eyebrow, challenging Taemin to move, a smirk appearing at the corners of his mouth.
“Ok, Ok. You don’t have to suck it. Just, you know, relax please” Taemin stroked the side of his face gingerly, trying to coax the man into retracting his fangs. He did, eventually.
“Don’t you ever put that thing in my mouth again, you fucking freak.” In a quick fury, Jonghyun sent his feet flying, roughly kicking Taemin off the bed and flat on his back. There was a crack from where Taemin’s head connected with the hardwood floor and Jonghyun felt sorry but not enough to apologize.
Rubbing the back of his head, Taemin felt the small bump on his scalp swelling and cursed, “You stupid bitch.”
Jonghyun flailed, hurriedly trying to pull himself up despite the pain on his wrist, trickles of ruby red sliding down his arm. Although, as soon as he was in a sitting position he was yanked back down by his ankles.
“Motherfucker, you better--”
Taemin slapped him, hard.
“Nuh-uh, you shut the hell up because whether you like it or not, I will fuck you, you got that?” He stated gripping Jonghyun’s thighs he forcibly spread them apart.
“Go to hell, you sick--"
Taemin slapped him again, harder.
"We can do this all day, Jonghyunnie”
Stars. He was seeing them, sparkly little shimmers twinkling in front of his eyes and an echoing sound, reverberating in his head. He whimpered slightly, not exactly from the hit but the effect it had on his migraine. It wasn’t good.
Finally he noticed the slick dick prodding at his ass, nudging its way in, “Look you little shit, you put that thing in me and I’ll fucking chop it off,” he said, but the gravity of the threat was lost by the strained moan that followed it.
Bracing his hands on the pillow behind Jonghyun’s head, Taemin slid in. With his back bending into the motion and head falling to Jonghyun’s shoulder as he pushed in to the hilt, feeling every subtle squeeze and pressure smothering his dick. He barely pulled out before he rocked forward again, Jonghyun gasping at the stretch and the feeling of being full and desecrated. He bit the inside of his cheek, keeping himself from uttering any undesirable noise. The metal bed frame creaked and rocked, slamming into the drywall erratically matching Taemin’s thrusts fast and irregular, no rhyme or rhythm. Just reckless needy lust.
“You feel good hyung?” Taemin asked between grunts. Pumping Jonghyun’s cock in time with his thrusts, the answer to his question obvious in the man’s reaction.
“No, I feel like shit” He groaned, lying through his teeth. Still, he thrusted up into Taemin’s hand. His sweaty body curving along the cotton sheets, perspiration making them stick to him. Hazardous pants spilling from his mouth, dilated eyes hooded and unfocused as the spiral in him unraveled. And as he concentrated more on that unraveling feeling, his headache had dissipated bringing on a more euphoric feeling.
Taemin stilled, the moan on his lips growing louder as he thrust in one last time, fixing himself in that position while his seed dispersed. His frame trembling from the intensity, the intensity only he was feeling.
Jonghyun froze, every inch of his body feeling beyond disgusting at a sudden realization; he could feel it in him, degrading every bit of his virility. Taemin’s sperm encroaching inside him: warm, wet and weird. Jonghyun felt sick. Plus, the asshole had the nerve to build him up and then cum early. Who the fuck does that?
“Did you just cum inside of me?! What the hell did it take you like three minutes, you shitty virgin. Oh good God, it’s in me sloshing around like I’m a goddamn can of paint or some shit.” He whimpered at the mental image.
“I fucking hate you so fucking much right now. There’s not enough adjectives in the world to describe my resentment for you, you stupid cocksucking whore” His menacing rant had Taemin slightly cringing in fear.
Taemin mumbled, “My bad, I guess. Whatever.”
“My bad? Bitch, that’s all you got to say is my bad? Undo these fucking handcuffs right the fuck now!” He thrashed against the restraints regardless of the cutting pain. Sighing frustrated, Taemin pulled out, privily enjoying Jonghyun’s hiss as he did.
Walking over to a drawer, he reached inside, suspicious items rattling around as he spoke, “What kind of kidnapper lets their victim go after one round? Jonghyun we still got round 1, 2, 3, 4...Get the picture? You’re going to be here for a long time, babe and by then you’d have loosen up though if not Imma have to start cutting off appendages.”
Jonghyun’s head lolled back against the pillows, eyeing the cracked white ceiling of the place, the crevices filled with copper rust. “Fuck,” he cursed sensing his migraine returning.