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Title: F*cking Birthday
Genre: smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: top!taemin/jonghyun
Summary: it is Taemin’s birthday and Jonghyun wants to do something special…
A/N: written for usakpopluvr …sorry about the lack of some things! Hope you like it anyway!
There is a mess of frosting and cake and cum across my torso. My limp dick is tickling, too sensitive and sliding down my inner thigh. My balls tingling and warm. And my legs -even though I didn’t really use them- are tired and aching.
I can feel him breathing against my ribcage. Hard. Hot. Just breathing. I shift my weight sideways to bump him. “Hyung. You should clean up.” No answer. Just breathing. “Or at least untie me so I can.” Breathing. “Oh… Key’s gonna be so mad.”
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There was wine on the table. And cake. Two things that we’re definitely not allowed to have. I looked at the small tower of icing and fruit and I sighed. Ever since my body discovered how to gain weight, I’ve been watching what I eat even more. Eating this cake, together with the sweet white wine would mean extra work in the gym. And I don’t even like the gym.
“I can’t…” I began. Began to panic.
“C’mon, Taemin. It’s your birthday.” Onew smiled. They all sat there with glasses and forks in front of them. Prepared to gain with me. That made me feel even worse. So I sighed again, shoved my chair back and left them for the security of my bed.
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“Jonghyun hyung…what are you doing?” I was just curious. I didn’t know I’d been asleep all this time until I was woke up suddenly by Jonghyun’s tongue swirling along the skin of my stomach.
“Oh, you’re awake? You’re really a sound sleeper, baby.” He gripped my hips to help himself up toward my mouth. “I must have been kissing you for…hmm…five minutes already.” He said between gentle, teasing kisses.
“Why…are you here…though?” His lips moved to my ear. His body pressed entirely against mine. Fucking entirely, damnit.
Close, softly in my ear: “I’m here to give you a birthday present.” Still grinding. Still nibbling.
“I like it so far.” I moved my hip along with him. Who’s the dancer here? I moved my arms down. Intending to grip his sides. But he pinned them back up and held them.
He stopped his movement to spread his legs to ether side of my body. “Move up.” Was his command. And he adjusted the pillows behind my back when I did. “Now…stay.” He placed one more kiss on my mouth. I stayed. There was something on the floor at the side of the bed that he needed to grab. A few seconds later, he was back up with two neckties. I could see where this was going.
Neckties around wrists. Neckties around bead post frame. “Who’s tie’s are these? They better not be Key’s. He will kill you.”
“They’re not. They’re Minho’s.” He chuckled sneakily. I joined in with the same though. Seems just last week we used his soccer jerseys in a roll play Jonghyun had suggested.
When they were fastened, I gave an experimental tug. “Not too tight.”
“Good. Now I don’t even have to ask you to stay this time.” He cocked his head. Admiring something, I guess and left the room. What could he be getting now?
I could have guessed, but it was the furthest thing from my mind about 20 seconds ago. He came back with a plate of mangled cake and the bottle with wine. Looked to be about half full. “What’s this all about.” I squirmed. The headboard bumped the wall.
“Sorry that we ate most of your birthday cake. But, I plan to work off my share tonight.” Dark eyes became darker.
He crawled onto me again. Bottle in hand. Cake left on the side stand. He took a giant mouthful of wine, gripped the back of my neck and pressed his mouth hard against mine. Succeeding in transferring it into my mouth. Angle left me no choice but to swallow. And he finished it off with an eager kiss. “Sneaky.” I whispered.
“You think that’s sneaky…” A soft chuckle and he hopped off the bed again. This time to take his trainers off. Then back to straddling me. He wrapped a hand around his cock. Pumping slowly. My fingers twitched. I bit my lip. I needed to taste. To touch. Something anyway. His steady bumping up and down. The way his moaned, just staring at me. “Jonghyun.” I almost-warned. What would I do tied up like this anyway? What would I do if I wasn’t tied up?
He reached over to slide his fingers across the top of the cake. Skimming only the frosting off, then moved to a standing position. Hard cock aligned with my awaiting mouth. Now with the sugary substance, it was the tastiest blow-job I’d ever given. His rocking banged the headboard even harder as he fucked himself against me. I sucked. He fucked. He shook. His not-quite-standing position couldn’t be comfortable. But I guessed comfort was the last thing on his mind.
I knew he wouldn’t finish in my mouth. Sex was definite tonight. It was -after all- my fucking birthday. Well, that thought didn’t stop me from being annoyed when he pulled away. I growled selfishly.
“Here. Put something else in your mouth for now.” I turned and he shoved in some cake. Might as well, right? I ate everything else. “I just feel like…” He took some more of the cake and icing and raked it along my chest. Down to my stomach. Pulling my underwear down when he got that far. I tilted my hips up to help him get them off. The bed was going to get messy. We were going to catch shit in the morning.
His cake-hand gripped my dick. His tongue swiped across my frosting covered nipples. Thank god I couldn’t get fat having food squished against my stomach. His mouth lowered to clean most of the mess off before he crawled back up to straddle my hips once again. I bit my lip. He held his breath and slid down. Surrounding me all tight and warm. Took a couple seconds before moving, then replayed the scene from before. Only this time with me inside.
Lips parted. Brow furrowed. Again he looked into my eyes and I looked into his. Until I couldn’t help but close mine. It just felt so fucking great. From my half-sitting position I tried arching up to meet his rhythm. I wanted - needed faster. But even with the pace we were at I was getting there. I couldn’t think of anything except for my rising urge to cum. The tightening. His: “Uh..uhh..UH.” Barely registering in my mind until I exploded-imploded. A non-sound coming from my throat.
Genre: smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: top!taemin/jonghyun
Summary: it is Taemin’s birthday and Jonghyun wants to do something special…
A/N: written for usakpopluvr …sorry about the lack of some things! Hope you like it anyway!
There is a mess of frosting and cake and cum across my torso. My limp dick is tickling, too sensitive and sliding down my inner thigh. My balls tingling and warm. And my legs -even though I didn’t really use them- are tired and aching.
I can feel him breathing against my ribcage. Hard. Hot. Just breathing. I shift my weight sideways to bump him. “Hyung. You should clean up.” No answer. Just breathing. “Or at least untie me so I can.” Breathing. “Oh… Key’s gonna be so mad.”
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There was wine on the table. And cake. Two things that we’re definitely not allowed to have. I looked at the small tower of icing and fruit and I sighed. Ever since my body discovered how to gain weight, I’ve been watching what I eat even more. Eating this cake, together with the sweet white wine would mean extra work in the gym. And I don’t even like the gym.
“I can’t…” I began. Began to panic.
“C’mon, Taemin. It’s your birthday.” Onew smiled. They all sat there with glasses and forks in front of them. Prepared to gain with me. That made me feel even worse. So I sighed again, shoved my chair back and left them for the security of my bed.
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“Jonghyun hyung…what are you doing?” I was just curious. I didn’t know I’d been asleep all this time until I was woke up suddenly by Jonghyun’s tongue swirling along the skin of my stomach.
“Oh, you’re awake? You’re really a sound sleeper, baby.” He gripped my hips to help himself up toward my mouth. “I must have been kissing you for…hmm…five minutes already.” He said between gentle, teasing kisses.
“Why…are you here…though?” His lips moved to my ear. His body pressed entirely against mine. Fucking entirely, damnit.
Close, softly in my ear: “I’m here to give you a birthday present.” Still grinding. Still nibbling.
“I like it so far.” I moved my hip along with him. Who’s the dancer here? I moved my arms down. Intending to grip his sides. But he pinned them back up and held them.
He stopped his movement to spread his legs to ether side of my body. “Move up.” Was his command. And he adjusted the pillows behind my back when I did. “Now…stay.” He placed one more kiss on my mouth. I stayed. There was something on the floor at the side of the bed that he needed to grab. A few seconds later, he was back up with two neckties. I could see where this was going.
Neckties around wrists. Neckties around bead post frame. “Who’s tie’s are these? They better not be Key’s. He will kill you.”
“They’re not. They’re Minho’s.” He chuckled sneakily. I joined in with the same though. Seems just last week we used his soccer jerseys in a roll play Jonghyun had suggested.
When they were fastened, I gave an experimental tug. “Not too tight.”
“Good. Now I don’t even have to ask you to stay this time.” He cocked his head. Admiring something, I guess and left the room. What could he be getting now?
I could have guessed, but it was the furthest thing from my mind about 20 seconds ago. He came back with a plate of mangled cake and the bottle with wine. Looked to be about half full. “What’s this all about.” I squirmed. The headboard bumped the wall.
“Sorry that we ate most of your birthday cake. But, I plan to work off my share tonight.” Dark eyes became darker.
He crawled onto me again. Bottle in hand. Cake left on the side stand. He took a giant mouthful of wine, gripped the back of my neck and pressed his mouth hard against mine. Succeeding in transferring it into my mouth. Angle left me no choice but to swallow. And he finished it off with an eager kiss. “Sneaky.” I whispered.
“You think that’s sneaky…” A soft chuckle and he hopped off the bed again. This time to take his trainers off. Then back to straddling me. He wrapped a hand around his cock. Pumping slowly. My fingers twitched. I bit my lip. I needed to taste. To touch. Something anyway. His steady bumping up and down. The way his moaned, just staring at me. “Jonghyun.” I almost-warned. What would I do tied up like this anyway? What would I do if I wasn’t tied up?
He reached over to slide his fingers across the top of the cake. Skimming only the frosting off, then moved to a standing position. Hard cock aligned with my awaiting mouth. Now with the sugary substance, it was the tastiest blow-job I’d ever given. His rocking banged the headboard even harder as he fucked himself against me. I sucked. He fucked. He shook. His not-quite-standing position couldn’t be comfortable. But I guessed comfort was the last thing on his mind.
I knew he wouldn’t finish in my mouth. Sex was definite tonight. It was -after all- my fucking birthday. Well, that thought didn’t stop me from being annoyed when he pulled away. I growled selfishly.
“Here. Put something else in your mouth for now.” I turned and he shoved in some cake. Might as well, right? I ate everything else. “I just feel like…” He took some more of the cake and icing and raked it along my chest. Down to my stomach. Pulling my underwear down when he got that far. I tilted my hips up to help him get them off. The bed was going to get messy. We were going to catch shit in the morning.
His cake-hand gripped my dick. His tongue swiped across my frosting covered nipples. Thank god I couldn’t get fat having food squished against my stomach. His mouth lowered to clean most of the mess off before he crawled back up to straddle my hips once again. I bit my lip. He held his breath and slid down. Surrounding me all tight and warm. Took a couple seconds before moving, then replayed the scene from before. Only this time with me inside.
Lips parted. Brow furrowed. Again he looked into my eyes and I looked into his. Until I couldn’t help but close mine. It just felt so fucking great. From my half-sitting position I tried arching up to meet his rhythm. I wanted - needed faster. But even with the pace we were at I was getting there. I couldn’t think of anything except for my rising urge to cum. The tightening. His: “Uh..uhh..UH.” Barely registering in my mind until I exploded-imploded. A non-sound coming from my throat.