three times jinki was kind of a slut. (onew/everyone)
three times jinki was kind of a slut.
onew/everyone. pg-13. ridiculous. 1500+ words.
i. the beginning
It was late and Jinki was having trouble sleeping. He tried hot tea, a hot shower, a variety of other things but the clock read 1:30AM and Jinki knew that it was going to be an all-nighter.
Padding down the hall into the game room, Jinki closed the door behind him and turned on the TV, keeping the volume low. He almost made it unscathed before he tripped over his own feet, tumbling and making too loud of a noise as he attempted to find a game to play. "Crap," he murmured under his breath as his hand flew to turn off the television, forcing his body to remain still as it lay on the floor. His attempt backfired, and soon he heard someone knocking on the game room door; a quiet "Hyung?" floating into the room as the door opened. "Hi, Minho-yah," was all the leader could say as he sat up, the young rapper immediately coming to his side.
Minho didn't speak, but gave Jinki that look of, 'okay, tell me what's wrong so I don't have to ask.' It was always like this, Minho never asked, but everyone always talked. Jinki always thought he'd make a good psychologist if this boy band job didn't work out for them. "I couldn't sleep," Jinki managed to say as Minho sat next to him, the younger boy nodding as he pulled the leader into a half hug of sorts. Jinki wasn't sure when Minho's head dropped or when he started planting gently kisses along his jaw line or when his lips had moved to hover just barely over the leader's, but Jinki was sure when his body shifted and his hand jerked, accidentally whacking Minho in the arm. The sudden motion caused Minho to lean forward, their lips pressed together and Jinki didn't realize until it was too late that he had initiated a kiss with one Choi Minho. He was tired, he was sure Minho was tired but he wasn't going to stop the young boy as he was pushed down, back flat against the carpeted floor.
In a tired, lustful haze, Jinki realized that Minho was a good kisser and by the small sounds he was catching that left the back of Minho's throat, Jinki thought there might be a small chance that he was good at it too.
ii. the dance break
It was useless. Whatever that move that they kept trying and trying to show the leader, it wasn't sticking and it was beyond hopeless. It was just Kibum and Jinki left in the dance studio, the leader packing up his belongings, shoving them into his worn out duffel bag. He stood up, hands covering his face for a few moments his eyes staying closed even after his hands fell to his sides.
"Hyung~" Kibum's voice carried that sing-song tone that Jinki sometimes hated. This was one of those moments of hate as he didn't want to have to deal with the-- Too late. A hand met the back of the leader's head and when he opened his eyes, they were locked with the younger's. His body was pressed flush against Jinki's and Jinki felt him smiling as he moved to whisper into Jinki's ear. "Hyung, let me show you a trick."
It was easy, slipping into an unorganized dance routine with the younger boy, his dance skills far surpassing the leader's. Hips bumped into hips and Jinki could have sworn that Kibum was a little too close for comfort. "There you go," Kibum finally said as he pulled away, his hand pressed against Jinki's chest. "There you go." Jinki looked up at him and smiled dumbly as Kibum swayed back to the older boy, lips pressed against his ear. "Sing for me," he murmured, small hands playing with the zipper of Jinki's jacket. "I love it when you sing just for me."
As Jinki was dragged into the bathroom, Kibum mentioned something about better acoustics, but Jinki just thought that it would be easier to clean up there than anywhere else.
iii. the finale
By this point, the SHINee leader had been forced into a make out session in the game room and then coerced into dancing that led to slightly disturbing bathroom gyrations instead. It wasn't anything that he was looking out to experience, but Jinki had realized he needed to take everything in stride.
The leader had shifted into Minho's bed during the night. Late night Dream Team filming sometimes caused the younger boy to not come back to the dorm until the morning and Minho's bed always felt a little more comfortable than his own. He had almost fallen back asleep when he heard Jonghyun come down from his bunk, his feet hitting all the wrong floorboards as he made his way to the other side of the room. It was easy and sly for the other boy to slip into Minho's bed, crawling on top of Jinki, pinning him after Jonghyun crawled under the blankets.
"J-Jonghyun," he stammered, a hand flying to his mouth and he bit down on it hard in order to silence the sounds that were trying to escape. "J-Jonghyun-ah... Maybe. Maybe. Maybeyoushouldstop." Jinki swallowed hard as he opened his eyes just to catch the shorter boy shaking his head, his hand pushing Jinki's away, a finger running along Jinki's lower lip.
"I think I want to make it my goal that you pass out, hyung." Jinki could have sworn that he saw a smirk as Jonghyun's hand moved away only to be replaced by plump, well taken care of lips. At this point, Jinki didn't bother fighting it, returning the kiss happily as that's all he had really wanted from the beginning. The fact that it was Jonghyun, Jonghyun, Jonghyun-- What was he doing with his hand. Jinki bit on the inside of his mouth, the taste of copper filling it as he realized that Jonghyun had somehow slipped his hands between them, well-educated fingers lightly touching and moving in a way that Jinki couldn't comprehend were possible.
"Shh, Jinki. Kibum's sleeping," Jonghyun whispered into the leader's ear, his hand making quick work inside Jinki's pajamas. The hot breath caused Jinki to shiver, whining softly as his hips instinctively bucked up and into Jonghyun's steady hand. He was seeing black spots each time he opened and closed his eyes, panting rhythmically with Jonghyun's motions.
And with Kibum still asleep in the bunk above them, Jinki passed out, his world going black before anything good could come from what Jonghyun was doing.
iv. the computer game
"Hyung, do you think you could help me set up this game?" Jinki had been sleeping, right? The previous events must have been a dream as he felt himself feel groggy, rubbing at his eyes after he forced them open. The sudden slumber Jinki had experienced was shocking, he wasn't sure what was going on. Had all of that really happened?
"I. Sure!" Jinki rolled out of bed and realized that he was wearing the same clothes that he was wearing when Jonghyun had... ravished him earlier. Maybe it wasn't all a dream.
Jinki felt a little sick to his stomach.
It wasn't until he was steady on his feet that a small hand wrapped itself around his wrist and he was dragged into the computer room. "What game, Taemin-ah?" It was a stupid question because Jinki realized immediately, not by the images show, but the music. The Sims.
"I made us," Taemin exclaimed as he tugged the older boy closer before shoving him near the screen. And of course, as he looked, he saw a small Sim version of himself and the other four boys, the one who looked like Kibum with almost a perfect replica of his current hair style.
"They look great," Jinki breathed as he glanced back to look at Taemin, catching the bright grin from the youngest boy. "What did you need help with, Taemin-ah?"
"Oh! Nothing! I just wanted to show you them and I didn't think you'd get up otherwise. You can play, if you want! I can watch!" And before Jinki can get a word in edge wise, he was shoved into the computer chair, the youngest kneeling next to him to watch the leader play.
It was easy to get caught up in the game, the dynamic of it all something that Jinki enjoyed. Until he let things start to happen naturally and he noticed that his Sim self was a little like the real counterpart.
"Oh~" Taemin's voice brought Jinki back to the present, he had zoned out for just long enough to not realize what was happening. "Jonghyun-hyung's Sim and your Sim are cute!" And as Jinki glanced back, he saw that his had asked Jonghyun's out. How embarrassing.
Jinki's hands flew to his face to hide his cheeks beginning to tint and he could hear Taemin's laughter continue to echo in his ears. He turned away, seeing Minho in the doorway. How long had he been standing there? Lips slightly parted, Jinki moved to ask the younger boy, but was too shocked.
"Ready for round two, hyung?" Jinki was a bit confused when it was Jonghyun who spoke instead of Minho, the second oldest peeking his head around the door. "I. I guess so?"
"Then what are you waiting for?" That time it was Kibum. Jinki really had no idea.
And then Jinki woke up.
onew/everyone. pg-13. ridiculous. 1500+ words.
i. the beginning
It was late and Jinki was having trouble sleeping. He tried hot tea, a hot shower, a variety of other things but the clock read 1:30AM and Jinki knew that it was going to be an all-nighter.
Padding down the hall into the game room, Jinki closed the door behind him and turned on the TV, keeping the volume low. He almost made it unscathed before he tripped over his own feet, tumbling and making too loud of a noise as he attempted to find a game to play. "Crap," he murmured under his breath as his hand flew to turn off the television, forcing his body to remain still as it lay on the floor. His attempt backfired, and soon he heard someone knocking on the game room door; a quiet "Hyung?" floating into the room as the door opened. "Hi, Minho-yah," was all the leader could say as he sat up, the young rapper immediately coming to his side.
Minho didn't speak, but gave Jinki that look of, 'okay, tell me what's wrong so I don't have to ask.' It was always like this, Minho never asked, but everyone always talked. Jinki always thought he'd make a good psychologist if this boy band job didn't work out for them. "I couldn't sleep," Jinki managed to say as Minho sat next to him, the younger boy nodding as he pulled the leader into a half hug of sorts. Jinki wasn't sure when Minho's head dropped or when he started planting gently kisses along his jaw line or when his lips had moved to hover just barely over the leader's, but Jinki was sure when his body shifted and his hand jerked, accidentally whacking Minho in the arm. The sudden motion caused Minho to lean forward, their lips pressed together and Jinki didn't realize until it was too late that he had initiated a kiss with one Choi Minho. He was tired, he was sure Minho was tired but he wasn't going to stop the young boy as he was pushed down, back flat against the carpeted floor.
In a tired, lustful haze, Jinki realized that Minho was a good kisser and by the small sounds he was catching that left the back of Minho's throat, Jinki thought there might be a small chance that he was good at it too.
ii. the dance break
It was useless. Whatever that move that they kept trying and trying to show the leader, it wasn't sticking and it was beyond hopeless. It was just Kibum and Jinki left in the dance studio, the leader packing up his belongings, shoving them into his worn out duffel bag. He stood up, hands covering his face for a few moments his eyes staying closed even after his hands fell to his sides.
"Hyung~" Kibum's voice carried that sing-song tone that Jinki sometimes hated. This was one of those moments of hate as he didn't want to have to deal with the-- Too late. A hand met the back of the leader's head and when he opened his eyes, they were locked with the younger's. His body was pressed flush against Jinki's and Jinki felt him smiling as he moved to whisper into Jinki's ear. "Hyung, let me show you a trick."
It was easy, slipping into an unorganized dance routine with the younger boy, his dance skills far surpassing the leader's. Hips bumped into hips and Jinki could have sworn that Kibum was a little too close for comfort. "There you go," Kibum finally said as he pulled away, his hand pressed against Jinki's chest. "There you go." Jinki looked up at him and smiled dumbly as Kibum swayed back to the older boy, lips pressed against his ear. "Sing for me," he murmured, small hands playing with the zipper of Jinki's jacket. "I love it when you sing just for me."
As Jinki was dragged into the bathroom, Kibum mentioned something about better acoustics, but Jinki just thought that it would be easier to clean up there than anywhere else.
iii. the finale
By this point, the SHINee leader had been forced into a make out session in the game room and then coerced into dancing that led to slightly disturbing bathroom gyrations instead. It wasn't anything that he was looking out to experience, but Jinki had realized he needed to take everything in stride.
The leader had shifted into Minho's bed during the night. Late night Dream Team filming sometimes caused the younger boy to not come back to the dorm until the morning and Minho's bed always felt a little more comfortable than his own. He had almost fallen back asleep when he heard Jonghyun come down from his bunk, his feet hitting all the wrong floorboards as he made his way to the other side of the room. It was easy and sly for the other boy to slip into Minho's bed, crawling on top of Jinki, pinning him after Jonghyun crawled under the blankets.
"J-Jonghyun," he stammered, a hand flying to his mouth and he bit down on it hard in order to silence the sounds that were trying to escape. "J-Jonghyun-ah... Maybe. Maybe. Maybeyoushouldstop." Jinki swallowed hard as he opened his eyes just to catch the shorter boy shaking his head, his hand pushing Jinki's away, a finger running along Jinki's lower lip.
"I think I want to make it my goal that you pass out, hyung." Jinki could have sworn that he saw a smirk as Jonghyun's hand moved away only to be replaced by plump, well taken care of lips. At this point, Jinki didn't bother fighting it, returning the kiss happily as that's all he had really wanted from the beginning. The fact that it was Jonghyun, Jonghyun, Jonghyun-- What was he doing with his hand. Jinki bit on the inside of his mouth, the taste of copper filling it as he realized that Jonghyun had somehow slipped his hands between them, well-educated fingers lightly touching and moving in a way that Jinki couldn't comprehend were possible.
"Shh, Jinki. Kibum's sleeping," Jonghyun whispered into the leader's ear, his hand making quick work inside Jinki's pajamas. The hot breath caused Jinki to shiver, whining softly as his hips instinctively bucked up and into Jonghyun's steady hand. He was seeing black spots each time he opened and closed his eyes, panting rhythmically with Jonghyun's motions.
And with Kibum still asleep in the bunk above them, Jinki passed out, his world going black before anything good could come from what Jonghyun was doing.
iv. the computer game
"Hyung, do you think you could help me set up this game?" Jinki had been sleeping, right? The previous events must have been a dream as he felt himself feel groggy, rubbing at his eyes after he forced them open. The sudden slumber Jinki had experienced was shocking, he wasn't sure what was going on. Had all of that really happened?
"I. Sure!" Jinki rolled out of bed and realized that he was wearing the same clothes that he was wearing when Jonghyun had... ravished him earlier. Maybe it wasn't all a dream.
Jinki felt a little sick to his stomach.
It wasn't until he was steady on his feet that a small hand wrapped itself around his wrist and he was dragged into the computer room. "What game, Taemin-ah?" It was a stupid question because Jinki realized immediately, not by the images show, but the music. The Sims.
"I made us," Taemin exclaimed as he tugged the older boy closer before shoving him near the screen. And of course, as he looked, he saw a small Sim version of himself and the other four boys, the one who looked like Kibum with almost a perfect replica of his current hair style.
"They look great," Jinki breathed as he glanced back to look at Taemin, catching the bright grin from the youngest boy. "What did you need help with, Taemin-ah?"
"Oh! Nothing! I just wanted to show you them and I didn't think you'd get up otherwise. You can play, if you want! I can watch!" And before Jinki can get a word in edge wise, he was shoved into the computer chair, the youngest kneeling next to him to watch the leader play.
It was easy to get caught up in the game, the dynamic of it all something that Jinki enjoyed. Until he let things start to happen naturally and he noticed that his Sim self was a little like the real counterpart.
"Oh~" Taemin's voice brought Jinki back to the present, he had zoned out for just long enough to not realize what was happening. "Jonghyun-hyung's Sim and your Sim are cute!" And as Jinki glanced back, he saw that his had asked Jonghyun's out. How embarrassing.
Jinki's hands flew to his face to hide his cheeks beginning to tint and he could hear Taemin's laughter continue to echo in his ears. He turned away, seeing Minho in the doorway. How long had he been standing there? Lips slightly parted, Jinki moved to ask the younger boy, but was too shocked.
"Ready for round two, hyung?" Jinki was a bit confused when it was Jonghyun who spoke instead of Minho, the second oldest peeking his head around the door. "I. I guess so?"
"Then what are you waiting for?" That time it was Kibum. Jinki really had no idea.
And then Jinki woke up.