Picnic
Title: Picnic
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Crossdressing
A/N: You can thank dehchan for this, my faithful Jonghyun <3
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Taemin stepped onto the elevator, white skirt ruffling around his knees as he turned around and a dainty finger pressed the “L” button. Taking a step back, his black flats barely making a sound on the bottom of the metal box, Taemin leaned against the railing, the cold metal seeping through the back of his spaghetti strap dress and making him shiver a bit. But he ignored it, running nimble fingers through his hair, which was actually pretty long right now, perfect to clip some of it back with a pretty butterfly pin. He hummed softly to himself, holding the picnic basket that he had loaded with goodies in front of him, and then glanced up when he heard someone running down the hall to catch the elevator.
A hand appeared first, and then all Taemin saw was a charming smile as an older man stepped into the elevator, not looking as out of breath as one should be after running from the opposite end of the hall. The man moved inside and Taemin shifted, feeling a bit self conscious in his new, pristine dress, with the ruffles at the hem of the skirt and the pink silk ribbon tied around his waist to accentuate the narrow curves.
“Live around here?” the man asked after a few seconds, his voice sounding slightly amused.
Taemin nodded, his gaze glued to the tiled floor of the elevator. “Two floors up.”
“Ah,” the man shifted and out of the corner of his eye, Taemin watched him put his hands in the pockets of his faded Diesel jeans.
The teen rocked slightly on his heels, biting his lower lip and swinging the basket slightly, not feeling quite as uncomfortable as he initially was, but still wary of the way that this man was looking at him.
“Picnic?” the man gestured towards the basket.
Taemin nodded again, still not really trusting his meek voice in the presence of this confident man.
“Ah.” The man paused, then spoke a bit tentatively. “With the boyfriend?”
“No,” Taemin shook his head, a shy smile breaking out on his features. “There’s… there’s a guy I like that lives in this building. I was hoping I’d run into him, so I could invite him…”
“Oh,” the man looked a bit crest-fallen. “Well, I better go so he doesn’t think you’re taken.”
He reached out to hit a button, obviously making to get off, but Taemin squeaked and reached over to catch the sleeve of his v-neck tee.
“N-No!” the teen protested, the man arching a brow at him. Taemin ducked his eyes and wet his dry lips, speaking softly. “It… It’s you…”
The older man seemed to contemplate for a moment, before a suave grin spread on his face, satisfaction oozing off of him.
“Ah,” he chuckled, leaning back against the wall next to Taemin. “I’m glad.”
Taemin’s gaze was on the floor, but his hand moved from the older man’s sleeve, fingers skirting hesitantly down his arm before their fingers twined. The man smiled and gave Taemin’s hand a squeeze, leaning down to kiss a rosy cheek; Taemin leaned into it a bit as his eyes fluttered, his heart thumping wildly in his chest.
The man reached out and hit the emergency stop button, and Taemin blushed harder, his resolve crumbling as he looked up at his hyung with wet, needy eyes.
Jonghyun clucked his tongue and rested his hands on Taemin’s hips, guiding the younger against the wall, barely ghosting his lips over the teen’s.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jonghyun breathed, his hot breath washing over Taemin’s lips, the distance between them so minimal that Taemin could see the vocalists’ pupils shrinking and dilating in his irises.
It took a second for Taemin to respond, but when the word ‘hyung’ was whispered softly between them, the snap was audible as Jonghyun’s lust overrode his mind. His hands lifted Taemin against the wall by his hips, the maknae’s long legs automatically winding around Jonghyun’s narrow waist to keep himself upright.
“Fuck,” Jonghyun cursed under his breath, bunching up the innocent dress to Taemin’s hips, revealing lacy white underwear. Licking his lips, Jonghyun started to fumble with his belt buckle, Taemin arching his back and shifting to keep himself from sliding down the wall, his skin heating up as he registered Jonghyun’s neediness.
“Tell me what to do,” Jonghyun breathed against Taemin’s neck, mumbling the words as his hands returned to Taemin’s hips.
“Pull…” Taemin paused to shudder, to swallow and wet his suddenly parched throat. “Pull my panties down…”
Jonghyun nodded and hooked a finger in the lacy material, pulling them away slowly and taking in the sight of Taemin’s thighs hungrily. The teen felt pinpricks under that gaze, his body heating up as Jonghyun seemed to want to take his time. Bucking his hips, Taemin whined and leaned in to kiss and nip at Jonghyun’s neck, impatience making his head spin.
“Nh… faster, please, Jjongie…”
Jonghyun complied with Taemin’s demand, licking his index finger before sliding it along the crevice of Taemin’s ass, pressing down teasingly as his teeth scraped over the teen’s sharp collar bone. “What else?”
“I…” Taemin choked on his words, his mind going blank as his cock sprang to life and the blood rushed south. “Put it in me…” he found himself saying, much to his horror, blushing darkly once he registered what he had just uttered.
But Jonghyun seemed nonplussed, smirking as he slipped his finger inside.
“Which ‘it’?” the vocalist asked, always the smart ass, his fingers exploring the tight walls that had a week to constrict.
Taemin opted to let out a low moan in lieu of response, having missed the sensation of anything Jonghyun stretching him out. But one finger wasn’t enough, and Taemin panted harshly, his voice still shy and a bit shaky as he commanded.
“Two… two fingers…”
“Two?” Jonghyun repeated, smirking softly as he moved his middle finger to join the first, working them apart.
“Ah…hn~” A week was too long and Taemin’s body was loving the burn of being stretched again, loving each part of Jonghyun that came into contact with him.
“You like this?” Jonghyun removed his fingers slowly, pushing down his boxers as Taemin mewled and panted and writhed. Gripping the base of his shaft, Jonghyun pushed the head in, Taemin knocking his head against the wall as he cried out and bucked with the sudden intrusion.
“I take that as a yes,” Jonghyun commended, smirking as he pushed the rest of his cock inside, groaning softly at the constricting walls as he buried his face in the crook of Taemin’s neck to try and gather some self control. “Baby…”
“Jjong,” Taemin panted in response, feeling, hearing, tasting Jonghyun breaking. “So… big…”
“You’re just so tight,” Jonghyun responded, but Taemin knew that he’d take the ego boost. He laid kisses over the dancer’s neck, lips nibbling and sucking at the adam’s apple.
For a moment they were frozen like that, Taemin seeing stars and Jonghyun trying to stay upright. But the maknae soon let out a choked sob, his thighs tightening around Jonghyun’s waist, and one word was uttered from the teen’s swollen lips.
“Move.”
Jonghyun nodded eagerly and worked his hips backwards, before he thrusted back inside. Taemin’s body temperature spiked and his body arched, knowing that Jonghyun was trying to adjust to his tightness just as much as Taemin was trying to adjust to having his cock inside of him, the maknae probably as tight as he had been when he was a virgin.
“Six days is too long,” Jonghyun said gruffly, his breath punctuated by his cock’s sporadic thrusts.
Taemin was so good, though, his body easily accommodating Jonghyun, not missing a beat even though he was being ripped open but it felt way too good after that long to stop. His fingers dug into the older man’s shoulders, the insides of his thighs bruising with each thrust, with each time Jonghyun’s pelvis slapped against his skin but Taemin only felt pleasure, only felt Jonghyun deep within him and that was what he had wanted, needed for a week and he would gladly take a lopsided walk for a few days in order to get this from his boyfriend.
Jonghyun’s hands slid down Taemin’s long legs, and by the way his breath hitched and his thrusts faltered a bit, Taemin knew that the older man had discovered his hairless, smooth legs. A tremble wracked the man’s frame and Taemin smiled briefly before Jonghyun shifted and planted his feet in the ground, the next thrust striking against the maknae’s prostate, Taemin letting out a howl.
“Yes-! Jonghyun!” Taemin gasped out, his eyes fluttering shut as colors blurred and glowed and fused together, his fingers clutched onto the back of Jonghyun’s tee.
Jonghyun’s lips danced over Taemin’s face, neck and collar bones, the growl that left his mouth reverberating through the maknae’s rib cage and head, and Taemin’s body reacted to the sound so magnificently, his orgasm ripped through him. His passage tightened and his cum spurted from his untouched cock, spilling onto the underside of his dress.
The vocalist tensed as well, spilling his seed deep within the small, trembling body. Sated, Jonghyun pulled out and Taemin unwrapped his legs, shakily standing on his feet with Jonghyun’s help.
“Oh…” the others’ eye caught Taemin’s fingers, preventing them from wiping up the stain on his dress. “Your new dress…” Jonghyun frowned, opening the the basket and grabbing a napkin, cleaning it up.
Taemin smiled, a different kind of warmth spreading through his chest and heating up his cheeks as Jonghyun took care of him. The older man was concentrating on cleaning up all traces of the mess, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth and his brows furrowed. Running his fingers through those dark locks, Taemin pressed a kiss to Jonghyun’s cheek as the other straightened, a strong arm wrapping around the dancer’s tiny waist.
“So,” Taemin giggled and picked up the basket, rocking slightly on his heels.
Jonghyun glanced down with a raised brow, taking in the flushed skin, glittering eyes and tousled hair. Taemin beamed up at him, and the smile was infectious as the vocalist smiled back.
“Wanna go on a picnic with me?”
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Crossdressing
A/N: You can thank dehchan for this, my faithful Jonghyun <3
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Taemin stepped onto the elevator, white skirt ruffling around his knees as he turned around and a dainty finger pressed the “L” button. Taking a step back, his black flats barely making a sound on the bottom of the metal box, Taemin leaned against the railing, the cold metal seeping through the back of his spaghetti strap dress and making him shiver a bit. But he ignored it, running nimble fingers through his hair, which was actually pretty long right now, perfect to clip some of it back with a pretty butterfly pin. He hummed softly to himself, holding the picnic basket that he had loaded with goodies in front of him, and then glanced up when he heard someone running down the hall to catch the elevator.
A hand appeared first, and then all Taemin saw was a charming smile as an older man stepped into the elevator, not looking as out of breath as one should be after running from the opposite end of the hall. The man moved inside and Taemin shifted, feeling a bit self conscious in his new, pristine dress, with the ruffles at the hem of the skirt and the pink silk ribbon tied around his waist to accentuate the narrow curves.
“Live around here?” the man asked after a few seconds, his voice sounding slightly amused.
Taemin nodded, his gaze glued to the tiled floor of the elevator. “Two floors up.”
“Ah,” the man shifted and out of the corner of his eye, Taemin watched him put his hands in the pockets of his faded Diesel jeans.
The teen rocked slightly on his heels, biting his lower lip and swinging the basket slightly, not feeling quite as uncomfortable as he initially was, but still wary of the way that this man was looking at him.
“Picnic?” the man gestured towards the basket.
Taemin nodded again, still not really trusting his meek voice in the presence of this confident man.
“Ah.” The man paused, then spoke a bit tentatively. “With the boyfriend?”
“No,” Taemin shook his head, a shy smile breaking out on his features. “There’s… there’s a guy I like that lives in this building. I was hoping I’d run into him, so I could invite him…”
“Oh,” the man looked a bit crest-fallen. “Well, I better go so he doesn’t think you’re taken.”
He reached out to hit a button, obviously making to get off, but Taemin squeaked and reached over to catch the sleeve of his v-neck tee.
“N-No!” the teen protested, the man arching a brow at him. Taemin ducked his eyes and wet his dry lips, speaking softly. “It… It’s you…”
The older man seemed to contemplate for a moment, before a suave grin spread on his face, satisfaction oozing off of him.
“Ah,” he chuckled, leaning back against the wall next to Taemin. “I’m glad.”
Taemin’s gaze was on the floor, but his hand moved from the older man’s sleeve, fingers skirting hesitantly down his arm before their fingers twined. The man smiled and gave Taemin’s hand a squeeze, leaning down to kiss a rosy cheek; Taemin leaned into it a bit as his eyes fluttered, his heart thumping wildly in his chest.
The man reached out and hit the emergency stop button, and Taemin blushed harder, his resolve crumbling as he looked up at his hyung with wet, needy eyes.
Jonghyun clucked his tongue and rested his hands on Taemin’s hips, guiding the younger against the wall, barely ghosting his lips over the teen’s.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jonghyun breathed, his hot breath washing over Taemin’s lips, the distance between them so minimal that Taemin could see the vocalists’ pupils shrinking and dilating in his irises.
It took a second for Taemin to respond, but when the word ‘hyung’ was whispered softly between them, the snap was audible as Jonghyun’s lust overrode his mind. His hands lifted Taemin against the wall by his hips, the maknae’s long legs automatically winding around Jonghyun’s narrow waist to keep himself upright.
“Fuck,” Jonghyun cursed under his breath, bunching up the innocent dress to Taemin’s hips, revealing lacy white underwear. Licking his lips, Jonghyun started to fumble with his belt buckle, Taemin arching his back and shifting to keep himself from sliding down the wall, his skin heating up as he registered Jonghyun’s neediness.
“Tell me what to do,” Jonghyun breathed against Taemin’s neck, mumbling the words as his hands returned to Taemin’s hips.
“Pull…” Taemin paused to shudder, to swallow and wet his suddenly parched throat. “Pull my panties down…”
Jonghyun nodded and hooked a finger in the lacy material, pulling them away slowly and taking in the sight of Taemin’s thighs hungrily. The teen felt pinpricks under that gaze, his body heating up as Jonghyun seemed to want to take his time. Bucking his hips, Taemin whined and leaned in to kiss and nip at Jonghyun’s neck, impatience making his head spin.
“Nh… faster, please, Jjongie…”
Jonghyun complied with Taemin’s demand, licking his index finger before sliding it along the crevice of Taemin’s ass, pressing down teasingly as his teeth scraped over the teen’s sharp collar bone. “What else?”
“I…” Taemin choked on his words, his mind going blank as his cock sprang to life and the blood rushed south. “Put it in me…” he found himself saying, much to his horror, blushing darkly once he registered what he had just uttered.
But Jonghyun seemed nonplussed, smirking as he slipped his finger inside.
“Which ‘it’?” the vocalist asked, always the smart ass, his fingers exploring the tight walls that had a week to constrict.
Taemin opted to let out a low moan in lieu of response, having missed the sensation of anything Jonghyun stretching him out. But one finger wasn’t enough, and Taemin panted harshly, his voice still shy and a bit shaky as he commanded.
“Two… two fingers…”
“Two?” Jonghyun repeated, smirking softly as he moved his middle finger to join the first, working them apart.
“Ah…hn~” A week was too long and Taemin’s body was loving the burn of being stretched again, loving each part of Jonghyun that came into contact with him.
“You like this?” Jonghyun removed his fingers slowly, pushing down his boxers as Taemin mewled and panted and writhed. Gripping the base of his shaft, Jonghyun pushed the head in, Taemin knocking his head against the wall as he cried out and bucked with the sudden intrusion.
“I take that as a yes,” Jonghyun commended, smirking as he pushed the rest of his cock inside, groaning softly at the constricting walls as he buried his face in the crook of Taemin’s neck to try and gather some self control. “Baby…”
“Jjong,” Taemin panted in response, feeling, hearing, tasting Jonghyun breaking. “So… big…”
“You’re just so tight,” Jonghyun responded, but Taemin knew that he’d take the ego boost. He laid kisses over the dancer’s neck, lips nibbling and sucking at the adam’s apple.
For a moment they were frozen like that, Taemin seeing stars and Jonghyun trying to stay upright. But the maknae soon let out a choked sob, his thighs tightening around Jonghyun’s waist, and one word was uttered from the teen’s swollen lips.
“Move.”
Jonghyun nodded eagerly and worked his hips backwards, before he thrusted back inside. Taemin’s body temperature spiked and his body arched, knowing that Jonghyun was trying to adjust to his tightness just as much as Taemin was trying to adjust to having his cock inside of him, the maknae probably as tight as he had been when he was a virgin.
“Six days is too long,” Jonghyun said gruffly, his breath punctuated by his cock’s sporadic thrusts.
Taemin was so good, though, his body easily accommodating Jonghyun, not missing a beat even though he was being ripped open but it felt way too good after that long to stop. His fingers dug into the older man’s shoulders, the insides of his thighs bruising with each thrust, with each time Jonghyun’s pelvis slapped against his skin but Taemin only felt pleasure, only felt Jonghyun deep within him and that was what he had wanted, needed for a week and he would gladly take a lopsided walk for a few days in order to get this from his boyfriend.
Jonghyun’s hands slid down Taemin’s long legs, and by the way his breath hitched and his thrusts faltered a bit, Taemin knew that the older man had discovered his hairless, smooth legs. A tremble wracked the man’s frame and Taemin smiled briefly before Jonghyun shifted and planted his feet in the ground, the next thrust striking against the maknae’s prostate, Taemin letting out a howl.
“Yes-! Jonghyun!” Taemin gasped out, his eyes fluttering shut as colors blurred and glowed and fused together, his fingers clutched onto the back of Jonghyun’s tee.
Jonghyun’s lips danced over Taemin’s face, neck and collar bones, the growl that left his mouth reverberating through the maknae’s rib cage and head, and Taemin’s body reacted to the sound so magnificently, his orgasm ripped through him. His passage tightened and his cum spurted from his untouched cock, spilling onto the underside of his dress.
The vocalist tensed as well, spilling his seed deep within the small, trembling body. Sated, Jonghyun pulled out and Taemin unwrapped his legs, shakily standing on his feet with Jonghyun’s help.
“Oh…” the others’ eye caught Taemin’s fingers, preventing them from wiping up the stain on his dress. “Your new dress…” Jonghyun frowned, opening the the basket and grabbing a napkin, cleaning it up.
Taemin smiled, a different kind of warmth spreading through his chest and heating up his cheeks as Jonghyun took care of him. The older man was concentrating on cleaning up all traces of the mess, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth and his brows furrowed. Running his fingers through those dark locks, Taemin pressed a kiss to Jonghyun’s cheek as the other straightened, a strong arm wrapping around the dancer’s tiny waist.
“So,” Taemin giggled and picked up the basket, rocking slightly on his heels.
Jonghyun glanced down with a raised brow, taking in the flushed skin, glittering eyes and tousled hair. Taemin beamed up at him, and the smile was infectious as the vocalist smiled back.
“Wanna go on a picnic with me?”