When Tables Turn
Title: When Tables Turn
Pairing: TaeminxJonghyun, side: JonghyunxKey
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP
Author's Note: Requested by usakpopluvr.
Jonghyun rubbed his back as he walked around the dorm, the other members already up and active. He can vaguely hear Kibum complaining to Taemin about how he doesn’t contribute to the dorm by doing the chores listed by his name on the refrigerator. Jonghyun blinked and caught the red headed boy’s expression, sighing softly as he plopped down on the couch with a low groan. Minho wordlessly passed the singer a controller and they restarted the game to pick up from where they had left off in their co-op mission.
Eventually Taemin stormed out of the kitchen and retreated into his room, slamming his bedroom door. Kibum came out in a huff and plopped down on the couch next to Jonghyun, crossing his arms and glaring at the television screen as Minho got a successful headshot on a guy creeping up behind Jonghyun. The two boys could feel the quiet rage formulating off of the diva and both scooted away to avoid becoming the objects of his wrath.
“Why is he so rebellious lately?!” It seemed the silence had gone on too long and Kibum finally snapped in need to talk. Minho gave Jonghyun a knowing smile as the boy sighed and shook his head. “You shouldn’t boss him around so much Kibummie…” Jonghyun cleared his throat softly and the diva placed a look on Jonghyun and then Minho before standing and huffing, going back into the kitchen to clean up the mess Taemin had refused to do. Minho turned his head slightly and glanced over at his hyung, watching the way he would rub at the small of his back or shift in his seat as if he was unable to get comfortable.
“So when are you going to let Kibum know Taemin’s not a sweet maknae anymore?”
Jonghyun sighed and closed his eyes as memories from the previous day started flooding back.
The previous day
Taemin grumbled as he closed his eyes, Kibum’s nonstop nagging going in one ear and out the other. It was his week to do the dishes and it was only the second day but the mountain of dirty dishes he had cleaned the day before were already back. Kibum tended to be a bit whimsical when it came to cooking and used every pot or pan he could to create the perfect dinner. Taemin was fine with just a bowl of noodles and he knew the others were too but divas have to be a diva. So he set off to the grudging tasks of washing the dishes again.
Kibum picked up his grocery list and dragging Minho and Jinki off to hold the grocery bags for him. Jonghyun had feigned sick to get out of the grueling tasks of being Kibum’s personal bag carrier, slipping out of his room once he heard the front door closed. He had heard Kibum complaining at Taemin and decided to go into the kitchen for a glass of water. Taemin didn’t notice him at first until he heard a cabinet open and the elder boy retrieve a glass, one that Taemin had just cleaned, and get something to drink. A few moments later and the once clean glass was once again back in the sink.
Taemin took in a deep breath and turned to place a very Kibum like glare on Jonghyun as the singer tried to slink his way out of the kitchen. Jonghyun turned to give a smile and offer to help but the only thing he got in return was a soapy skillet to the face. Jonghyun hit the kitchen floor like a ton of bricks, Taemin giving a soft smirk and tossing the skillet back into the sink. Now he had a comatose hyung on the floor and a sink full of dishes.
“Fuck.”
Jonghyun opened his eyes and blinked a few times, moving his arms and finding them bound to a chair. He also noticed he was completely naked but that wasn’t the top thing on his list of concerns. Sure he had always tried these sorts of things with Kibum every now and then but it wasn’t when he was normally the one tied down. Kibum had always been a bit of a secret nympho or something like that and it wasn’t bad in Jonghyun’s opinion but thinking about what Kibum would do to him if he caught him like this shouldn’t be the first thing on his mind at the moment. He needed to get loose somehow or someone else would possibly catch him like this.
Just as he had started to kick and struggle, Taemin entered the kitchen and placed a few of the plastic bowls they had on the counter by the sink. Jonghyun froze as Taemin turned to him with a smirk that wasn’t much unlike how Kibum looked at him just before he had to guess what he did or else he’d be forced to become celibate for the next week or so. Jonghyun went to open his mouth but Taemin shoved half a banana inside of it and gave a soft giggle. Not his usual giggle that he used during interviews to keep up his cute maknae image. This giggle was anything but cute and gave the hidden promise of something bad to come. Jonghyun knew he was fucked.
Jonghyun gave the banana a few chews before turning his head and spitting it out, coughing softly from having it shoved so roughly into his mouth. Taemin let out a quiet huff and shook his head, taking the few steps forward that would have him standing in front of the bound singer. “Hyung…I want to play a game. Doing dishes all day isn’t fun and now you should entertain me.” Taemin spoke in a sickly sweet voice, the kind of fake voice that made Jonghyun cringe and stiffen in his seat. There was no need to try and talk his way out of this one, he would just have to play along and pray that he wouldn’t end up having to do anything overly weird. If only he knew what was in store for him.
Jonghyun snapped out his day dream as he watched Kibum bodily drag Taemin out of his room. Jinki looked up from the crossword puzzle he had just started and opened his mouth to say something but seemed to think better of it and fixed his glasses on the edge of his nose as he went back to the puzzle. Minho’s lips twitched down in a frown as Kibum and Taemin had a proper screaming match in the kitchen.
“Hey Minho. Want to take bets on who’s going to lose?” Jonghyun gave a sly smile, causing the younger to laugh and shake his head.
“I’ll put my money on Taemin then.”
Jonghyun narrowed his eyes as he watched Taemin come closer and closer with a rather large butcher knife in his hands. He couldn’t believe he was about to die over something as little as a glass. He squirmed in his seat more, arms straining against the bonds as he felt his world tip backwards, literally. Taemin kicked over the chair as Jonghyun landed on his back with a hard thud, head cracking on the tiles as stars burst in his vision. If he wasn’t bleeding, he was lucky, but there would be a nasty lump that would take weeks to heal.
Taemin started to cut the bottom out of the chair, tossing the useless bit of fabric away as he gave Jonghyun’s bare ass a light smack. Jonghyun let out an indignant noise, wiggling around on the ground before he gave up, saving his strength for when he would really need it. If that moment ever came. He strained his head upwards, trying to keep Taemin in his line of sight but it was proving more difficult than he would have liked. Maybe he could try reasoning with him one more time. The cute, innocent Taemin was sure to still be inside there somewhere.
“Taeminnie. Hyung is sorry. You don’t have to do something like this to get back at me. Just let me go.”
An apple was stuffed in his mouth this time and secured down with a piece of duct tape. Where the fuck was Taemin getting all this stuff from?! The evil maknae leaned over, snaking a hand down to give Jonghyun’s exposed cock a teasing tug, causing a low moan to sound around the apple. His member twitched with the attention, causing a gurgled noise of sadness to sputter from the singer. He didn’t want to get hard right now. This situation already sucked and now it looked like he was actually getting off from it. Shameful.
“Poor hyung. I’ll make it all better.” Taemin gave Jonghyun’s cheek a gentle pat as he pulled a towel covered with stuff over the tiled floor to his side, picking up an ice cube and holding it high for the elder to see before he felt it pushed inside of his body, the sudden cold causing his body to shiver as he clenched around the rapidly melting cube, biting down into the apple from the slight pain the intrusion caused. His cock gave another twitch, a small drop of precum falling from the tip to hit his chest. If Kibum came home and saw this it would be the end of him. How long would they stay out getting groceries? How long did Jonghyun have before his world came crashing down?
His train of thoughts got derailed as something a lot bigger and harder than an ice cube got shoved inside of him. Jonghyun squirmed around on the floor as he tried to figure out exactly what the fuck had just been pushed inside of him. Taemin was giggling like a delighted little school girl and all Jonghyun wanted to do was kick him in the face.
“I always knew you liked bananas hyung.”
A banana. This evil little bastard had shoved a banana inside of him. That’s not even normal and to think the brat had all sorts of other instruments of sexually torture to use on him. Jonghyun let out a quiet sob, closing his eyes as he found a blank place to hide himself. Things entered and left his body, he distinctly remembered something very hot getting dripped on his cock but he simply retreated farther in on himself to get away from it all.
There was a loud crash as Kibum flew out of the kitchen, diving onto the couch next to Jonghyun to hide behind the singer. Minho and Jinki stood up as Taemin came out of the kitchen a moment later, wielding a skillet and swinging it around, looking for a target. Jinki snatched the skillet away, not without getting bonked on the head, as Minho grabbed Taemin’s wrists and walked him off to shove him into a bedroom to calm down.
Kibum looked positively furious as he stood up, Jonghyun’s hand shooting out to pull the diva back down onto the couch. Kibum turned his gaze onto Jonghyun but felt his rage die out at the look the elder was giving him, frowning and curling up into his side. Jinki grabbed a bag of frozen peas and held it to his head, speaking on the phone to their manager about getting Taemin a busy schedule to keep him out of the dorm for a while. It seemed safer for everyone if they had a break from each other, working on individual schedules.
Jonghyun let out a quiet scoff as Minho sat back down and resumed the game, tilting his head to the side as Kibum moved to lay across their laps, head resting in Jonghyun’s as he watched their game with mild interest.
“Want to go out for dinner later Kibum?”
Kibum gave a soft nod and wondered how he was going to change into a cute outfit with a wild beast pacing around in his room.
Jonghyun opened his eyes as he heard a sort of grunting noise, chair scraping back and forth on the kitchen floor. He could feel Taemin’s hips slapping against his ass. How long had he been out for? His body felt sore in places he didn’t even know was possible. There was a puddle of cum on his chest and it seemed to be his own, causing him to let out a quiet chuckle. The apple had been removed from his mouth finally, his jaw feeling loose and sore, working it back and forth to help lighten the pain.
Taemin let out a low groan as he slammed forward, shooting his load deep into Jonghyun’s body. The maknae pulled free and gave the elder’s ass a hard slap, causing him to wince from discomfort. The bonds to his arms and legs were cut free and he rolled off of the chair, sitting down as he rubbed life back into his muscles. He glanced up at Taemin, face devoid of any real emotion as he watched the younger fix his clothes and motion to the mess on the floor.
“You don’t mind cleaning up the kitchen for me do you hyung?” Taemin gave a smile full of sunshine and kittens as he skipped out of the kitchen. Jonghyun grumbled and stood up slowly, glancing at the clock and figuring he had thirty or so minutes to clean the kitchen and himself. Thank god Kibum took forever to shop even when he had a list. Made Jonghyun’s life just a little bit easier.
“Hey Jjong how come one of the chairs has the seat part cut out of it?”
Jonghyun looked down at the boy in his lap and shrugged, looking back at the television.
“Couldn’t begin to fathom a reason.”
Pairing: TaeminxJonghyun, side: JonghyunxKey
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP
Author's Note: Requested by usakpopluvr.
Jonghyun rubbed his back as he walked around the dorm, the other members already up and active. He can vaguely hear Kibum complaining to Taemin about how he doesn’t contribute to the dorm by doing the chores listed by his name on the refrigerator. Jonghyun blinked and caught the red headed boy’s expression, sighing softly as he plopped down on the couch with a low groan. Minho wordlessly passed the singer a controller and they restarted the game to pick up from where they had left off in their co-op mission.
Eventually Taemin stormed out of the kitchen and retreated into his room, slamming his bedroom door. Kibum came out in a huff and plopped down on the couch next to Jonghyun, crossing his arms and glaring at the television screen as Minho got a successful headshot on a guy creeping up behind Jonghyun. The two boys could feel the quiet rage formulating off of the diva and both scooted away to avoid becoming the objects of his wrath.
“Why is he so rebellious lately?!” It seemed the silence had gone on too long and Kibum finally snapped in need to talk. Minho gave Jonghyun a knowing smile as the boy sighed and shook his head. “You shouldn’t boss him around so much Kibummie…” Jonghyun cleared his throat softly and the diva placed a look on Jonghyun and then Minho before standing and huffing, going back into the kitchen to clean up the mess Taemin had refused to do. Minho turned his head slightly and glanced over at his hyung, watching the way he would rub at the small of his back or shift in his seat as if he was unable to get comfortable.
“So when are you going to let Kibum know Taemin’s not a sweet maknae anymore?”
Jonghyun sighed and closed his eyes as memories from the previous day started flooding back.
The previous day
Taemin grumbled as he closed his eyes, Kibum’s nonstop nagging going in one ear and out the other. It was his week to do the dishes and it was only the second day but the mountain of dirty dishes he had cleaned the day before were already back. Kibum tended to be a bit whimsical when it came to cooking and used every pot or pan he could to create the perfect dinner. Taemin was fine with just a bowl of noodles and he knew the others were too but divas have to be a diva. So he set off to the grudging tasks of washing the dishes again.
Kibum picked up his grocery list and dragging Minho and Jinki off to hold the grocery bags for him. Jonghyun had feigned sick to get out of the grueling tasks of being Kibum’s personal bag carrier, slipping out of his room once he heard the front door closed. He had heard Kibum complaining at Taemin and decided to go into the kitchen for a glass of water. Taemin didn’t notice him at first until he heard a cabinet open and the elder boy retrieve a glass, one that Taemin had just cleaned, and get something to drink. A few moments later and the once clean glass was once again back in the sink.
Taemin took in a deep breath and turned to place a very Kibum like glare on Jonghyun as the singer tried to slink his way out of the kitchen. Jonghyun turned to give a smile and offer to help but the only thing he got in return was a soapy skillet to the face. Jonghyun hit the kitchen floor like a ton of bricks, Taemin giving a soft smirk and tossing the skillet back into the sink. Now he had a comatose hyung on the floor and a sink full of dishes.
“Fuck.”
Jonghyun opened his eyes and blinked a few times, moving his arms and finding them bound to a chair. He also noticed he was completely naked but that wasn’t the top thing on his list of concerns. Sure he had always tried these sorts of things with Kibum every now and then but it wasn’t when he was normally the one tied down. Kibum had always been a bit of a secret nympho or something like that and it wasn’t bad in Jonghyun’s opinion but thinking about what Kibum would do to him if he caught him like this shouldn’t be the first thing on his mind at the moment. He needed to get loose somehow or someone else would possibly catch him like this.
Just as he had started to kick and struggle, Taemin entered the kitchen and placed a few of the plastic bowls they had on the counter by the sink. Jonghyun froze as Taemin turned to him with a smirk that wasn’t much unlike how Kibum looked at him just before he had to guess what he did or else he’d be forced to become celibate for the next week or so. Jonghyun went to open his mouth but Taemin shoved half a banana inside of it and gave a soft giggle. Not his usual giggle that he used during interviews to keep up his cute maknae image. This giggle was anything but cute and gave the hidden promise of something bad to come. Jonghyun knew he was fucked.
Jonghyun gave the banana a few chews before turning his head and spitting it out, coughing softly from having it shoved so roughly into his mouth. Taemin let out a quiet huff and shook his head, taking the few steps forward that would have him standing in front of the bound singer. “Hyung…I want to play a game. Doing dishes all day isn’t fun and now you should entertain me.” Taemin spoke in a sickly sweet voice, the kind of fake voice that made Jonghyun cringe and stiffen in his seat. There was no need to try and talk his way out of this one, he would just have to play along and pray that he wouldn’t end up having to do anything overly weird. If only he knew what was in store for him.
Jonghyun snapped out his day dream as he watched Kibum bodily drag Taemin out of his room. Jinki looked up from the crossword puzzle he had just started and opened his mouth to say something but seemed to think better of it and fixed his glasses on the edge of his nose as he went back to the puzzle. Minho’s lips twitched down in a frown as Kibum and Taemin had a proper screaming match in the kitchen.
“Hey Minho. Want to take bets on who’s going to lose?” Jonghyun gave a sly smile, causing the younger to laugh and shake his head.
“I’ll put my money on Taemin then.”
Jonghyun narrowed his eyes as he watched Taemin come closer and closer with a rather large butcher knife in his hands. He couldn’t believe he was about to die over something as little as a glass. He squirmed in his seat more, arms straining against the bonds as he felt his world tip backwards, literally. Taemin kicked over the chair as Jonghyun landed on his back with a hard thud, head cracking on the tiles as stars burst in his vision. If he wasn’t bleeding, he was lucky, but there would be a nasty lump that would take weeks to heal.
Taemin started to cut the bottom out of the chair, tossing the useless bit of fabric away as he gave Jonghyun’s bare ass a light smack. Jonghyun let out an indignant noise, wiggling around on the ground before he gave up, saving his strength for when he would really need it. If that moment ever came. He strained his head upwards, trying to keep Taemin in his line of sight but it was proving more difficult than he would have liked. Maybe he could try reasoning with him one more time. The cute, innocent Taemin was sure to still be inside there somewhere.
“Taeminnie. Hyung is sorry. You don’t have to do something like this to get back at me. Just let me go.”
An apple was stuffed in his mouth this time and secured down with a piece of duct tape. Where the fuck was Taemin getting all this stuff from?! The evil maknae leaned over, snaking a hand down to give Jonghyun’s exposed cock a teasing tug, causing a low moan to sound around the apple. His member twitched with the attention, causing a gurgled noise of sadness to sputter from the singer. He didn’t want to get hard right now. This situation already sucked and now it looked like he was actually getting off from it. Shameful.
“Poor hyung. I’ll make it all better.” Taemin gave Jonghyun’s cheek a gentle pat as he pulled a towel covered with stuff over the tiled floor to his side, picking up an ice cube and holding it high for the elder to see before he felt it pushed inside of his body, the sudden cold causing his body to shiver as he clenched around the rapidly melting cube, biting down into the apple from the slight pain the intrusion caused. His cock gave another twitch, a small drop of precum falling from the tip to hit his chest. If Kibum came home and saw this it would be the end of him. How long would they stay out getting groceries? How long did Jonghyun have before his world came crashing down?
His train of thoughts got derailed as something a lot bigger and harder than an ice cube got shoved inside of him. Jonghyun squirmed around on the floor as he tried to figure out exactly what the fuck had just been pushed inside of him. Taemin was giggling like a delighted little school girl and all Jonghyun wanted to do was kick him in the face.
“I always knew you liked bananas hyung.”
A banana. This evil little bastard had shoved a banana inside of him. That’s not even normal and to think the brat had all sorts of other instruments of sexually torture to use on him. Jonghyun let out a quiet sob, closing his eyes as he found a blank place to hide himself. Things entered and left his body, he distinctly remembered something very hot getting dripped on his cock but he simply retreated farther in on himself to get away from it all.
There was a loud crash as Kibum flew out of the kitchen, diving onto the couch next to Jonghyun to hide behind the singer. Minho and Jinki stood up as Taemin came out of the kitchen a moment later, wielding a skillet and swinging it around, looking for a target. Jinki snatched the skillet away, not without getting bonked on the head, as Minho grabbed Taemin’s wrists and walked him off to shove him into a bedroom to calm down.
Kibum looked positively furious as he stood up, Jonghyun’s hand shooting out to pull the diva back down onto the couch. Kibum turned his gaze onto Jonghyun but felt his rage die out at the look the elder was giving him, frowning and curling up into his side. Jinki grabbed a bag of frozen peas and held it to his head, speaking on the phone to their manager about getting Taemin a busy schedule to keep him out of the dorm for a while. It seemed safer for everyone if they had a break from each other, working on individual schedules.
Jonghyun let out a quiet scoff as Minho sat back down and resumed the game, tilting his head to the side as Kibum moved to lay across their laps, head resting in Jonghyun’s as he watched their game with mild interest.
“Want to go out for dinner later Kibum?”
Kibum gave a soft nod and wondered how he was going to change into a cute outfit with a wild beast pacing around in his room.
Jonghyun opened his eyes as he heard a sort of grunting noise, chair scraping back and forth on the kitchen floor. He could feel Taemin’s hips slapping against his ass. How long had he been out for? His body felt sore in places he didn’t even know was possible. There was a puddle of cum on his chest and it seemed to be his own, causing him to let out a quiet chuckle. The apple had been removed from his mouth finally, his jaw feeling loose and sore, working it back and forth to help lighten the pain.
Taemin let out a low groan as he slammed forward, shooting his load deep into Jonghyun’s body. The maknae pulled free and gave the elder’s ass a hard slap, causing him to wince from discomfort. The bonds to his arms and legs were cut free and he rolled off of the chair, sitting down as he rubbed life back into his muscles. He glanced up at Taemin, face devoid of any real emotion as he watched the younger fix his clothes and motion to the mess on the floor.
“You don’t mind cleaning up the kitchen for me do you hyung?” Taemin gave a smile full of sunshine and kittens as he skipped out of the kitchen. Jonghyun grumbled and stood up slowly, glancing at the clock and figuring he had thirty or so minutes to clean the kitchen and himself. Thank god Kibum took forever to shop even when he had a list. Made Jonghyun’s life just a little bit easier.
“Hey Jjong how come one of the chairs has the seat part cut out of it?”
Jonghyun looked down at the boy in his lap and shrugged, looking back at the television.
“Couldn’t begin to fathom a reason.”