[Fanfic] It's a trap
Title: It's a trap
Author: hikarinoniji
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Wordcount: 1757
Pairing: Ontae
Summary: Taemin wants so much and Jinki is convinced it's a trap.
Jinki doesn’t get it.
Sure, he knows what’s happening; Taemin’s wet little mouth is feverishly sucking at Jinki’s Adam’s apple while his hands roam over the elder’s torso and yank at the fabric of his light blue shirt. But Jinki doesn’t get it.
Why in the world…
“T-Taemin-ah?” he whimpers , damning his voice for being two octaves higher than normal, “what are you doing?”
Taemin momentarily stops his activities and looks up, eyes hooded and dark with something Jinki hasn’t seen there before. His swollen lips lazily drag over Jinki’s abused skin and suddenly the older male thinks that he doesn’t really need an explanation anyway. As long as Taemin doesn’t stop.
Round doe eyes close and slowly open again, Taemin’s lips curling into a knowing smile as if he feels the change in attitude beneath his darting fingertips. The kisses move upwards, into Jinki’s neck, fleetingly following the sharp jawline until Taemin’s damp breathe lingers on his earlobe.
“Hyung,” he keens, turning Jinki’s ears read and sending the blood straight to his dick, “don’t you like it, hyung?”
It’s a trap. God, Jinki knows it’s a trap because Taemin is way too willing and his voice is a tad too sweet and why aren’t his lips moving anymore?
He gives up, gives into the maknae’s hands and helps pulling off his shirt, pressing his bare chest against Taemin’s clothed one. His lips find the younger man’s and he licks his way inside, eager, desperate. Taemin knows, can taste it on Jinki’s tongue as he battles a lazy battle for dominance.
He finally has Jinki where he wants him. Where he has wanted him for such a long time and that fact alone is enough for him to let out a shaky moan.
From the shy dreams of a young boy, where sex was more like love making and kisses were sweeter than the candies Kibum hyung used to feed him, to the shameless fantasies that made an unseen blush creep upon his cheekbones in the back of their van.
Though the contents of his dreams had changed over the years, his subject of desire hadn’t.
Taemin wants to make Jinki moan his name, wants to leave his marks on his hyung’s body because though unspoken, Jinki has always been his. He wants to dominate, wants to guide, wants to make the older man feel how much he needs him and how long he has waited.
He wants to be filled, wants to be held with a little less than tender care. He yearns for the elder’s sweaty skin against his as their bodies move together in a frantic rhythm.
Taemin wants so much, needs so much. He slams his own back against the wall and he bites the elder’s lip hard enough to taste the copper flavor of blood on his tongue.
Jinki whines, tries to back away from the younger man but Taemin’s blunt nails dig into his back and keep him in an iron hold. It’s still a trap but Jinki now willingly allows himself to be lured in.
“Hyung,” the younger man hisses and finally he sounds like Taemin again. Jinki doesn’t know what hit him, what arouses him more between the submissive little keens from before and the demanding tone in his voice now.
“Listen to me,” Taemin snaps and Jinki’s head lolls back in to reality. Those large eyes staring at him are dark again, “you’re going to do exactly as I say and you’re going to fuck me.”
Jinki wants to protest because he can’t. Taemin is so young and so fragile and he’s their maknae and it would immoral and Taemin is turned around and grinding his perky little ass against Jinki’s already hard arousal. He has no idea why he wanted to decline this offer in the first place.
“Okay,” he moans, arms curling around Taemin’s torso and pulling him flush against his chest, “okay. Let’s just move-“
“No.”
Taemin is quick to cut him off and leave Jinki in a temporary state of confusion.
“We’re not going to move, you are going to fuck me right here, hyung,” the honorific sounds like a joke. Taemin is playing with him, because they both know Jinki has absolutely no sense of authority, is in no state of control. The age difference and usual hierarchical benefits that come with it are thrown out of the window and all that’s left is Jinki blinking at Taemin’s harsh command.
“But don’t you need to be prepared and-“
“I prepared myself for this, have been doing so for a while,” Taemin cuts in again and it takes a few second before the younger man’s words go through. Before Jinki can comprehend Taemin continues, ”I want it here against the wall. Undress me.”
Jinki’s mind has shut down. He doesn’t want to think about Taemin’s little trap or the consequences anymore. His trembling hands slide over the fabric, take their time as they free Taemin’s skin from the unwanted layers. Taemin doesn’t tell him to stop so he doesn’t and soon Taemin is completely naked, his bare little ass rubs against Jinki’s clothed crotch.
Jinki whimpers at the friction, lightly bucks his hips as his hands shim over Taemin’s upper body. His fingertips roam over the exposed skin, absorb every curve and muscle. He doesn’t dare to go lower, or to rid his painfully hard on from its prison. After all, no further command is given.
Taemin, pressed against the wall, purrs softly and takes a hold of one of Jinki’s hands. He brings it to his lips and kisses the digits one by one.
“You’re being such a good boy,” he hums softly into his fingers as his bare back leans against Jinki’s chest. He turns his head and instructs Jinki to do the same for their lips to meet in an openmouthed kiss. Taemin’s pink little tongue darts out and teases Jinki until the kiss isn’t satisfying anymore and he realizes he needs this a whole lot faster than he initially thought he would.
He doesn’t feel like playing with the elder anymore and hoarsely he mumbles, “off.”
Jinki understands the meager request, happily obliges as he slides out of his own pants and boxers, until his large member springs free from the fabric. Taemin gasps and loses composure as he shamelessly gapes at the huge dick between Jinki’s legs. Now, more than ever he wants to be the one in charge, he wants to feel the elder inside but only because he is the one making it happen.
To tame the beast or so to say-though Jinki hardly can be called an animal.
A flush spreads over Jinki’s face as he can feel Taemin staring at him and he moves uncomfortably, back into his awkward manner until Taemin pushes up to him and sets his lips to his neck.
“I am ready for this,” the younger says in between soft bites to his skin, “you are going to fuck me now hyung.”
The younger man’s tone is loud and demanding and Jinki stumbles just a bit because he has never fucked anyone into a wall and certainly not another male. He opens his mouth to ask, to probably ruin the mood, but Taemin-slick little Taemin-is much faster than he is.
His skilled little hands rub over Jinki’s cock, spreading a decent amount of saliva and pre-cum all over the thick flesh.
“I told you,” Taemin hisses and the playful little bites are getting rougher and deeper, “I played with myself. There is no reason to be so fucking hesitant. Now hurry the fuck up and do me.”
Jinki briefly wonders whether Taemin has always been this demanding but when the young dancer curls his lithe legs around Jinki’s frame and practically presses his hot little ass against Jinki’s painfully hard dick he decides that he doesn’t care (and even if he was it’s all working in Jinki’s favor now).
Taemin’s back is pressed against the wall and his limbs are latched onto Jinki’s body for support. Jinki’s struggles with guiding himself inside and he blames their eagerness, lack of experience and the god-awful position Taemin has chosen.
But it was Taemin’s choice and Taemin was obviously the one in charge here so Jinki redeems himself, finally finds the right way and before he either of them really realizes they are finally doing this right, Jinki pushes himself inside.
Taemin screams, runs his nails over the flawless skin of Jinki’s back and leaves a trail of destruction. His teeth sink into Jinki’s shoulder and in between it all he groans, “don’t you fucking stop moving.”
So Jinki doesn’t. He keeps Taemin pressed against the wall, makes sure his strong arms support the boy’s lithe frame as he continues rolling his hips. He moans shamelessly because Taemin is the hottest and tightest thing he has ever felt. He looks for a rhythm, his trusts deep and languid. He also listens to the hoarse commands of the younger boy, asking-no ordering him to go faster. Not to hold back and god knows he’s not when he picks up pace and bruises Taemin’s back against the wall every time he trusts in.
Taemin pushes himself off the wall, onto Jinki’s dick and he groans in both pain and pleasure because he can feel Jinki so deep inside him. “Fuck,” he breathes, “I found it. Hyung. There. Hit me there.”
Jinki has no idea where that his but Taemin’s muscles are clenching so impossibly tight around him that he figures there is only one way to go and while Taemin screams his name with every new trust, Jinki slams inside until his vision goes white and he comes inside the maknae.
As he rides out his high he vaguely registers Taemin cursing something about needing to be touched, so once more he obliges. A few lazy strokes are enough for the maknae to spill all over their stomachs and finally his legs give up and they slide down the wall together.
Taemin removes himself from Jinki’s now limp length and crawls into the elders lap, leaving small kisses all over his face as if nothing happened.
“Do you want to do this more often hyung?” he asks finally voice sweet as sugar as if Jinki actually has a say in it and fuck-Jinki thinks, ‘another trap.’
But as Taemin’s tongue works its way inside his mouth he thinks he doesn’t mind being lured in over and over again.
Author: hikarinoniji
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Wordcount: 1757
Pairing: Ontae
Summary: Taemin wants so much and Jinki is convinced it's a trap.
Jinki doesn’t get it.
Sure, he knows what’s happening; Taemin’s wet little mouth is feverishly sucking at Jinki’s Adam’s apple while his hands roam over the elder’s torso and yank at the fabric of his light blue shirt. But Jinki doesn’t get it.
Why in the world…
“T-Taemin-ah?” he whimpers , damning his voice for being two octaves higher than normal, “what are you doing?”
Taemin momentarily stops his activities and looks up, eyes hooded and dark with something Jinki hasn’t seen there before. His swollen lips lazily drag over Jinki’s abused skin and suddenly the older male thinks that he doesn’t really need an explanation anyway. As long as Taemin doesn’t stop.
Round doe eyes close and slowly open again, Taemin’s lips curling into a knowing smile as if he feels the change in attitude beneath his darting fingertips. The kisses move upwards, into Jinki’s neck, fleetingly following the sharp jawline until Taemin’s damp breathe lingers on his earlobe.
“Hyung,” he keens, turning Jinki’s ears read and sending the blood straight to his dick, “don’t you like it, hyung?”
It’s a trap. God, Jinki knows it’s a trap because Taemin is way too willing and his voice is a tad too sweet and why aren’t his lips moving anymore?
He gives up, gives into the maknae’s hands and helps pulling off his shirt, pressing his bare chest against Taemin’s clothed one. His lips find the younger man’s and he licks his way inside, eager, desperate. Taemin knows, can taste it on Jinki’s tongue as he battles a lazy battle for dominance.
He finally has Jinki where he wants him. Where he has wanted him for such a long time and that fact alone is enough for him to let out a shaky moan.
From the shy dreams of a young boy, where sex was more like love making and kisses were sweeter than the candies Kibum hyung used to feed him, to the shameless fantasies that made an unseen blush creep upon his cheekbones in the back of their van.
Though the contents of his dreams had changed over the years, his subject of desire hadn’t.
Taemin wants to make Jinki moan his name, wants to leave his marks on his hyung’s body because though unspoken, Jinki has always been his. He wants to dominate, wants to guide, wants to make the older man feel how much he needs him and how long he has waited.
He wants to be filled, wants to be held with a little less than tender care. He yearns for the elder’s sweaty skin against his as their bodies move together in a frantic rhythm.
Taemin wants so much, needs so much. He slams his own back against the wall and he bites the elder’s lip hard enough to taste the copper flavor of blood on his tongue.
Jinki whines, tries to back away from the younger man but Taemin’s blunt nails dig into his back and keep him in an iron hold. It’s still a trap but Jinki now willingly allows himself to be lured in.
“Hyung,” the younger man hisses and finally he sounds like Taemin again. Jinki doesn’t know what hit him, what arouses him more between the submissive little keens from before and the demanding tone in his voice now.
“Listen to me,” Taemin snaps and Jinki’s head lolls back in to reality. Those large eyes staring at him are dark again, “you’re going to do exactly as I say and you’re going to fuck me.”
Jinki wants to protest because he can’t. Taemin is so young and so fragile and he’s their maknae and it would immoral and Taemin is turned around and grinding his perky little ass against Jinki’s already hard arousal. He has no idea why he wanted to decline this offer in the first place.
“Okay,” he moans, arms curling around Taemin’s torso and pulling him flush against his chest, “okay. Let’s just move-“
“No.”
Taemin is quick to cut him off and leave Jinki in a temporary state of confusion.
“We’re not going to move, you are going to fuck me right here, hyung,” the honorific sounds like a joke. Taemin is playing with him, because they both know Jinki has absolutely no sense of authority, is in no state of control. The age difference and usual hierarchical benefits that come with it are thrown out of the window and all that’s left is Jinki blinking at Taemin’s harsh command.
“But don’t you need to be prepared and-“
“I prepared myself for this, have been doing so for a while,” Taemin cuts in again and it takes a few second before the younger man’s words go through. Before Jinki can comprehend Taemin continues, ”I want it here against the wall. Undress me.”
Jinki’s mind has shut down. He doesn’t want to think about Taemin’s little trap or the consequences anymore. His trembling hands slide over the fabric, take their time as they free Taemin’s skin from the unwanted layers. Taemin doesn’t tell him to stop so he doesn’t and soon Taemin is completely naked, his bare little ass rubs against Jinki’s clothed crotch.
Jinki whimpers at the friction, lightly bucks his hips as his hands shim over Taemin’s upper body. His fingertips roam over the exposed skin, absorb every curve and muscle. He doesn’t dare to go lower, or to rid his painfully hard on from its prison. After all, no further command is given.
Taemin, pressed against the wall, purrs softly and takes a hold of one of Jinki’s hands. He brings it to his lips and kisses the digits one by one.
“You’re being such a good boy,” he hums softly into his fingers as his bare back leans against Jinki’s chest. He turns his head and instructs Jinki to do the same for their lips to meet in an openmouthed kiss. Taemin’s pink little tongue darts out and teases Jinki until the kiss isn’t satisfying anymore and he realizes he needs this a whole lot faster than he initially thought he would.
He doesn’t feel like playing with the elder anymore and hoarsely he mumbles, “off.”
Jinki understands the meager request, happily obliges as he slides out of his own pants and boxers, until his large member springs free from the fabric. Taemin gasps and loses composure as he shamelessly gapes at the huge dick between Jinki’s legs. Now, more than ever he wants to be the one in charge, he wants to feel the elder inside but only because he is the one making it happen.
To tame the beast or so to say-though Jinki hardly can be called an animal.
A flush spreads over Jinki’s face as he can feel Taemin staring at him and he moves uncomfortably, back into his awkward manner until Taemin pushes up to him and sets his lips to his neck.
“I am ready for this,” the younger says in between soft bites to his skin, “you are going to fuck me now hyung.”
The younger man’s tone is loud and demanding and Jinki stumbles just a bit because he has never fucked anyone into a wall and certainly not another male. He opens his mouth to ask, to probably ruin the mood, but Taemin-slick little Taemin-is much faster than he is.
His skilled little hands rub over Jinki’s cock, spreading a decent amount of saliva and pre-cum all over the thick flesh.
“I told you,” Taemin hisses and the playful little bites are getting rougher and deeper, “I played with myself. There is no reason to be so fucking hesitant. Now hurry the fuck up and do me.”
Jinki briefly wonders whether Taemin has always been this demanding but when the young dancer curls his lithe legs around Jinki’s frame and practically presses his hot little ass against Jinki’s painfully hard dick he decides that he doesn’t care (and even if he was it’s all working in Jinki’s favor now).
Taemin’s back is pressed against the wall and his limbs are latched onto Jinki’s body for support. Jinki’s struggles with guiding himself inside and he blames their eagerness, lack of experience and the god-awful position Taemin has chosen.
But it was Taemin’s choice and Taemin was obviously the one in charge here so Jinki redeems himself, finally finds the right way and before he either of them really realizes they are finally doing this right, Jinki pushes himself inside.
Taemin screams, runs his nails over the flawless skin of Jinki’s back and leaves a trail of destruction. His teeth sink into Jinki’s shoulder and in between it all he groans, “don’t you fucking stop moving.”
So Jinki doesn’t. He keeps Taemin pressed against the wall, makes sure his strong arms support the boy’s lithe frame as he continues rolling his hips. He moans shamelessly because Taemin is the hottest and tightest thing he has ever felt. He looks for a rhythm, his trusts deep and languid. He also listens to the hoarse commands of the younger boy, asking-no ordering him to go faster. Not to hold back and god knows he’s not when he picks up pace and bruises Taemin’s back against the wall every time he trusts in.
Taemin pushes himself off the wall, onto Jinki’s dick and he groans in both pain and pleasure because he can feel Jinki so deep inside him. “Fuck,” he breathes, “I found it. Hyung. There. Hit me there.”
Jinki has no idea where that his but Taemin’s muscles are clenching so impossibly tight around him that he figures there is only one way to go and while Taemin screams his name with every new trust, Jinki slams inside until his vision goes white and he comes inside the maknae.
As he rides out his high he vaguely registers Taemin cursing something about needing to be touched, so once more he obliges. A few lazy strokes are enough for the maknae to spill all over their stomachs and finally his legs give up and they slide down the wall together.
Taemin removes himself from Jinki’s now limp length and crawls into the elders lap, leaving small kisses all over his face as if nothing happened.
“Do you want to do this more often hyung?” he asks finally voice sweet as sugar as if Jinki actually has a say in it and fuck-Jinki thinks, ‘another trap.’
But as Taemin’s tongue works its way inside his mouth he thinks he doesn’t mind being lured in over and over again.