Sex is not for the prudish [1/2]
Title: Sex is not for the prudish. [1/2]
Author: xxqod
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin/Minho; OT3
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6,753
Warning: see the rating, and some parts are proofread and other parts are not. Maybe OOC. idk.
A/N: For hazellicious ♥ X3 I'm not satisfied with this T___T I've been out of it for too long. /headdesk
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Jonghyun startles awake, face sweaty as images of his dream replay in his mind. He curses when Minho shifts in his bed, indicating the younger boy is getting up and Jonghyun doesn't have time left. Time left to jerk himself off to Taemin moaning his name. He turns onto his stomach, hissing when his morning wood rubs against the mattress and waits for Minho to get out of the room and go for his morning jog. Little does Jonghyun know that Minho awoke in pretty much the same state, his mind also filled with nothing but Taemin as he stumbles from his bed and makes to the bathroom, turning on the shower. His mind is jumbled badly, and Minho wants to slam his fist into the wall, but instead he imagines Taemin's slender body and how it would curl into him when Minho would have his way with him.
Jonghyun hears the door click and that is his cue, wrapping his fingers around his hard shaft and pumping it, biting his bottom lip to keep from making sounds. His infatuation with Taemin began somewhere in the early stages, but Jonghyun had always been pretty capable of pushing it from his mind, that was until Taemin came into the dorm one day with shoulder length, honey-coloured hair. Jonghyun remembers how Taemin had scoffed, but he was too busy staring at Taemin in this whole new light, seeing all his pretty and feminine features at once. And then this week, Taemin has been around him more, touching him under the watching eyes of Minho and sometimes Jinki and Kibum. Jonghyun would've pinned Taemin to any surface really, if it hadn't been for the other three there. He comes with Taemin's name on his lips.
Jonghyun only just came down from his high when Minho walks in again, freshly showered and Jonghyun jumps from his bed, running to lock himself in the bathroom, leaving Minho behind to stare at him. Minho pulls on a shirt and goes to wake the other three up, saying he's going out. He sighs when the mountain of blankets, which is Jinki doesn't react and Kibum rolls onto his other side, mumbling something about 'five more minutes'. Minho shifts his gaze to Taemin's sleeping form, locking on his parted lips. He stands there for a minute, running his eyes over Taemin's body which is barely covered by the blanket and his sleeping clothes, before turning and leaving the dorm, door shutting with a loud bang which has Kibum shouting after him.
Breakfast has never been more difficult and Jonghyun is glad he has a schedule after this, because Taemin's puffy eyes and pouty lips are doing his heart no good. He shoots up when Taemin stretches his legs and brushes them against his, earning confused stares. He excuses himself, saying he's late, and bolds, because his cheeks are burning and he's sure either Kibum or Jinki will notice. Jonghyun grabs his bag and opens the door, running into a sweaty Minho who's back from his exercise.
Minho frowns at Jonghyun, but the later runs and Minho kicks the door shut. He wonders why Jonghyun is acting so weird, but it's clear when Taemin appears in the hallway, his hair messed up and lips red, pouting at Minho. This is his chance and Minho smirks, walking closer to Taemin, whose eyes widen as Minho wraps him in an innocent hug. Minho leans down to whisper in Taemin's ear, turning the younger boy red in the face, before Taemin pulls back.
Minho gets this sadistic pleasure from watching Taemin fidget in his spot, before he admits, throwing his hands up in defeat. Taemin blushes and peeks shy glances at Minho, crossing his arms in front of him as if it will protect him. Minho just smiles before he takes Taemin's hand in his own and guides him to his and Jonghyun's bedroom, closing the door after them.
The week is passing by slowly and Jonghyun feels weird. Taemin is ignoring him so suddenly, leaning more towards Minho now and Jonghyun sees him whisper with the tall boy and blush afterwards. He doesn't know what to make of it, but every time he tries to talk about it with Taemin, the boy looks at Minho and finds some excuse to leave the room. Then Jonghyun would steal a glance at Minho, who is always watching them with interest and it leaves him more confused, but he refuses to talk with Minho about it.
It's finally the start of a new week. Jonghyun kicks open the door to the dorm; Jinki and Kibum are gone, but Taemin and Minho should still be around here somewhere. Jonghyun hears the shower running and shrugs, pulling of his shoes and throws them somewhere to the side. He dumps his bag in his shared bedroom with Minho, trading his skinny jeans for sweatpants and stalks off to the kitchen, rummaging around in the fridge for an ice cream. He has his mind set on finding out the truth today, using a careful approach.
As he makes his way to the living room he sees Taemin sitting on the couch, mindlessly watching the television. Jonghyun sucks on the tip of his ice lolly, settling down next to Taemin on the couch. Taemin visibly tenses and Jonghyun turns to look at him, the sweet treat still pushed half-way into his mouth.
Jonghyun takes in Taemin's appearance; his cheeks are red and his honey-coloured bangs are sticking to the sides of his face. Jonghyun's gaze drifts lower and Taemin fidgets in his spot, Jonghyun eyeing his loose wife beater and shorts.
"Are you hot?" Jonghyun asks, and Taemin falters, stammering out a hoarse "w-what?". Jonghyun tilts his head, staring, and Taemin averts his eyes and fingers the hem of his shirt. It has been standing out to Jonghyun this past week that Taemin would wear lighter and looser, also much bigger clothes. He thought nothing of it first, but with Taemin's face heated like that, it's actually logical.
"I asked if you were hot." Jonghyun says again, pushing the popsicle under Taemin's nose. Taemin's tongue pokes out to lick at the melting treat, and Jonghyun thinks that the boy looks too sexy, tongue running over the tip of the ice lolly like that. Jonghyun pulls his arm back, sucking at the side of the popsicle and he hears Taemin gasp quietly, or so he thinks. Because when he looks to his side again Taemin is focused on the television and Jonghyun thinks he just imagined it.
Jonghyun turns his attention to the screen, scrunching his nose when he sees some old man talking about mackerel. He searches for the remote control with his left hand, his eyes glued to the screen, even if it's boring. His hand runs over Taemin's leg (Jonghyun really likes to touch Taemin with or without legitimate reason), and the young boy gasps this time audibly, making Jonghyun snap his head in his direction.
"Are you al-Ha! There it is!" Jonghyun grins when he sees the remote control and leans over Taemin, touching more of the boy's body than necessary, ignoring the way Taemin tries to squirm his way through the back of the couch and grabs the device. Just as he wants to push, Taemin catches his hand and screams a loud; "No!"
Jonghyun blinks at Taemin's face which is up-close, maybe even redder than before, Jonghyun doesn't quite know. He kind of forgets how to breathe with Taemin pleading him with big, moist eyes. Jonghyun shakes his head and quirks a brow, but Taemin bites his lower lip; "I like this program."
Jonghyun knows Taemin is lying, so he shrugs, answering an "I don't", before pushing the button on the remote control. What happens then is not what Jonghyun expected at all, because the television does nothing, but Taemin does something. Jonghyun feels faint as Taemin grips his arm tighter, nails digging into his skin and moans fairly loud, tears springing into his eyes.
"Hyung, Jonghyun-hyung, turn it lower!" Taemin gasps, but Jonghyun can only concentrate on how his name rolls of Taemin's lips and he accidently pushes the same button again, making Taemin arch of the cushions. Jonghyun is sure he's drooling by now. He snaps back to the situation when Taemin almost kicks him in the crotch, yelping as Taemin's foot connects with his upper leg.
"What is this?!" Jonghyun believes he's dreaming, because only then Taemin would be like this, all sexed-up and Jonghyun could have his way with him. But this is reality and Jonghyun first needs, he convinces himself, to know what's going on, before concluding his mind is playing a dirty trick on him.
Taemin is panting hard now and Jonghyun's eyes flicker to the younger boy's shorts, where a bulge is already showing. Jonghyun contemplates turning what he thinks is a vibrator of some sort to a lower speed, but he likes the way Taemin is reduced to a panting mess, so he does nothing.
"Fuck." Taemin curses as he trembles. Jonghyun is totally captivated and watches as Taemin breathes in, but before the boy can form a coherent sentence, a deep voice drifts through the air and Jonghyun turns to a towel-clad Minho standing in the doorway.
"He lost a bet to me." Minho speaks up and Jonghyun arches an eyebrow.
"What kind of bet?" Jonghyun's voice sounds angry as he glares at Minho. Minho is unfazed though.
"Getting you to fuck him." Jonghyun gapes again in a short time, but Minho ignores him, smirking at Taemin who has saliva running from the corner of his mouth as he keeps writhing.
Jonghyun frowns, but fair enough all the events from one to two weeks ago come running back to his mind, and he exhales heavily, not believing Taemin would even want to have sex with him. Before he can say something, Minho continues;
"Punishment; walking around with a vibrator up his ass and let me have my way with him for a whole week." Jonghyun balls his hands into fists and grits his teeth.
"You sick fuck." He spits at Minho, but Taemin moans his name and Jonghyun stops breathing when Taemin reaches out to his hand which still holds the ice lolly, albeit badly melted. Taemin sits up and sucks the left-over substance into his mouth, tongue licking at Jonghyun's fingers to clean them from the stickiness. Jonghyun is mesmerized by the way Taemin uses that tongue to his advantage and he finds himself growing hard thinking about what Taemin could do with it.
Jonghyun groans when Taemin grabs his shirt and climbs into his lap, grinding against Jonghyun's stomach. Taemin is too engrossed into the feeling of Jonghyun against him to be self-conscious, like he usually is. Jonghyun forgets all about Minho, but when the couch dips under more weight, Jonghyun's eyes snap open and he glares yet again.
"Jonghyun-hyung… It was, ah, my idea. The bet." Taemin moans and Jonghyun squeezes Taemin's hips, because that's surely his mind playing tricks on him. There is just no way Taemin is sexually active (because that would be the end of Jonghyun) and even risks getting fucked by Minho. Jonghyun closes his eyes and shakes his head from side to side, but Taemin cups his face and nibbles on his bottom lip.
Jonghyun feels his heart exploding with the overwhelming feeling of Taemin wanting him, his hips canting to push against Taemin's arousal. Suddenly Taemin is gone and Jonghyun hastily sits up to see Minho holding Taemin in his lap, licking at Taemin's neck and roaming his hands all over Taemin's body. Minho grins at him and reaches for the remote control Jonghyun let go off earlier, pushing the same button as Jonghyun did.
"He lost his bet to me, so I get him." Minho speaks as Taemin sobs harder from arousal and need. Jonghyun hears the challenge in Minho's voice.
"He clearly wants me." Jonghyun counters. He narrows his eyes when Minho smiles. This smile that clearly says he's up to no good.
"Let's share." Taemin's eyes widen and he slightly panics, because that's not how it's supposed to go. He looks over to Jonghyun, pleading for help, but to his horror Jonghyun smirks, his eyes glinting with nothing but mischief. He can't even blink when Jonghyun grabs the hem of his own shirt and pulls it off, leaving Taemin to stare at his lean muscles. Taemin can't get his voice to work, not when Jonghyun's hands are joining Minho's in exploring his body.
"I take that as a yes." Minho whispers against Taemin neck, before latching his lips back to the heated skin there, leaving reddish marks all over. Taemin gets swallowed in the feeling of Jonghyun and Minho placing electrifying touches all over and he arches into them when hands brush over his nipples.
Taemin's eyes are half-lidded when hands pull at his shirt and he lifts his arms to help sliding the item off. He vaguely registers Jonghyun up close before his lips are captured in a fierce kiss. Jonghyun kisses almost too eagerly, pushing his tongue against Taemin's full lips, prying his lips apart. It's not how Taemin imagined Jonghyun's kisses, but he opens his mouth and tangles his own tongue with Jonghyun's, sliding them together. His head feels light, because he hasn't been breathing properly and he gasps, pulling away for air.
Minho is there then too, turning his head to press his lips against Taemin's wet ones. Minho kisses calmly, just places his lips there while he concentrates more on his hands unbuttoning Taemin's shorts. Taemin blushes when two pair of hands tug his shorts down his legs and he wants to curl up, because it's embarrassing. It's so embarrassing because Minho and Jonghyun are staring at his crotch, before they look up to his face, both speechless. It's embarrassing because Taemin is wearing a thong to hold the vibrator in place, after noticed the first day it slipped out if he moved around too much wearing boxer shorts.
Taemin shudders and pulls his legs up to cover himself up, but only for Minho, who's sitting behind him, giving Jonghyun full view of his ass. Jonghyun heaves a breath, grabbing onto Taemin's thighs and pushes them up and to the sides, giving himself and Minho full access to Taemin's nether region, as Taemin whimpers; "Don't look."
"Fuck, Tae." Jonghyun groans, his self-restraint is breaking and he just wants to push into Taemin, but not with Minho there. A small part of him still isn't ready to share Taemin, especially not when it seems Minho has already done things to him and Jonghyun still didn't. Jonghyun locks eyes with Minho, who smirks back at him.
"You agreed to share," Minho shrugs, "besides, if you don't want to he's mine." Taemin makes a strangled noise in his throat and looks with wet eyes to Jonghyun who feels faint with Taemin looking that innocent and needy practically underneath him. He holds his ground though, folding his arms and Taemin hastily tugs his legs back so he's covered, much to both the others' disappointment.
"I'll show you what I'll do to him if you don't want to share." Minho says and Jonghyun looks on when Minho pulls Taemin upright, boldly palming the younger boy's cock, rubbing against it. Taemin sucks his lower lip into his mouth and screws his eyes shut to keep from moaning, lifting a hand to press against his mouth as Minho's fingers curl around his barely covered length and tug. Taemin feels sparks coursing through his body and he cries out, biting on his hand to muffle the sound.
"I know you like him, but if you're not fast enough I'll make him mine, because I happen to like him too." Minho is serious. Jonghyun's eyes widen and Minho sees the radars turning in Jonghyun's head, thinking of a solution to this, but there isn't one; not without sharing. Jonghyun realises this is Minho's victory, because Minho either gets Taemin for himself or shares him, which he doesn't seem to have any problems with. This is exactly why he has a love-hate relationship with the tall boy.
"We'll share." Jonghyun hates admitting defeat and he blows air into his cheeks. Minho grins at him, reaching out to Jonghyun, who is in for another surprise when Minho slams none too gently their lips together. Taemin is watching them wide-eyed and Jonghyun pushes against Minho's chest, but Minho is strong too and holds Jonghyun in place. Jonghyun opens his mouth for air and Minho takes his chance deepening the kiss.
Jonghyun gives up in two heartbeats, mostly because Taemin finally makes a move and wraps his arms around Jonghyun's back from his place, sandwiched between the two kissing boys. Minho pulls away immediately; "Hope that loosened you up, dino." Jonghyun chokes on his tongue, coughing violently.
"I have no interest in you, don't misunderstand. I just want to enjoy this to the max." Minho is clear and Jonghyun just nods, not wanting Minho to touch him more than necessary, not when he can have Taemin touching him in all those places. Minho thinks the same as they both press their hands back against Taemin's body, mouth hovering over the skin deciding where to lick, bite, nip and kiss.
Jonghyun gently sucks on a nipple, rubbing the other with his hand, before he grazes the bud with his teeth and closes his mouth, tugging on it. Taemin pushes his hips up as a reaction and comes into contact with Jonghyun's thigh and Minho slides his leg so Taemin can't lean down anymore, forced to press against Jonghyun.
Minho bites down on Taemin's shoulder and Taemin moans, hands searching to take hold of Minho's leg and Jonghyun's arm, digging his nails in. It feels overwhelming and when Jonghyun decides to slide his leg up, Taemin feels his prostate getting hit by the vibrator inside him. Hot tears run over his cheeks and he begs for someone, anyone to touch him. Jonghyun always had a fast reaction and he's fast to pull the thong down, revealing Taemin's swollen cock.
Jonghyun sees Minho move from the couch to let Taemin lie down and now Jonghyun also sees the end of the vibrator and he forgets to breathe. Taemin looks beautiful like that, spread out over the couch and his long hair flowing like a halo around his head. Jonghyun almost feels bad for touching the boy, but his own cock is standing at attention in his boxers and he's not going to dwell upon morals.
Taemin makes to cover himself with his hands this time, pressing his knees together, but Jonghyun doesn't want any of that. He grabs Taemin's wrists and holds them over his head. Taemin whines, turning his head to the side, but Jonghyun knows he wants this, it's obvious. He's just acting shy and fuck, if that doesn't turn him on. Jonghyun holds Taemin down with one hand, using the other to pry his legs apart.
"Don't look at me, hyung." Taemin's voice comes out so shyly and Jonghyun growls. He takes hold of the vibrator, pushes it in just a bit deeper and Taemin mewls. He's trembling and Jonghyun wants his name spilling continuously from those lips. He pulls the vibrator almost all the way out before pushing it rather roughly back in. Taemin's cock is wet with pre-cum, Jonghyun watches fascinated as more spills from the tip, dripping onto Taemin's taut stomach. Taemin really doesn't know what he's doing to him and Jonghyun shifts, pressing closer to Taemin to lick the pre-cum off the boy's skin.
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