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Jonghyun wouldn’t consider himself a insatiable man, because he’s not insatiable. In fact, he’s objectively easy to satisfy compared to some of his friends—not to point names or name fingers, but Key definitely takes that title. Especially with the amount of times Jonghyun woke up to hear him whine “더~” at Minho when they all had to share a dorm, which was arguably the most traumatising thing he’s ever had to go through, but that’s not the point. The point is, Jonghyun isn’t a slut by any means… but the way Taemin looks and the thoughts he’s putting in his head is enough to make a man question himself.
Taemin’s costume was a joke and he knows that—he was there when it was planned and he laughed along when they ordered it! When has a grown man worn a Britney Spears costume for Halloween and been serious? But, God, it doesnt feel like a joke anymore. The way his flat chest peeking out from under the loosely tied white shirt as he leans over to listen to whatever some woman is saying to him feels way more erotic than it probably should. And the stupid fucking skirt. When it came in the mail, it was fine; when Taemin tried it on for the first time, it was fine; but now it’s making Jonghyun feel like wearing Britney’s latex bodysuit wasn’t exactly the best decision if he didn’t want people knowing how easily he gets hard. He doesn’t know exactly who styled Britney for the Baby, One More Time! video, but he definitely needs to thank them.
To distract himself, he returns to his food, pushing around the salad in an attempt to ignore his fiance’s…. everything. Which kinda gets him soft until he hears Taemin’s feather-light voice directly in his ear and suddenly his dick is rock-solid.
“Jonghyun? Why are you just sitting here? What’s wrong, love?” He hums, pulling out the chair beside his soon-to-be. ‘Oh, Taemin. Sweet, caring, loving Taemin. If only you knew the half of it,’ Jonghyun thinks to himself, placing his fork on the napkin beside him.
He looks up, shoving his dread aside and smiling up at Taemin, “No, no, I’m fine! Just… uh… eating. Y’know?”
Taemin laughs. He laughs and it sounds like the echos of pure angels in a church hall, “I didn’t know playing around with the food on your plate was equivalent to eating it. But, seriously, what’s wrong?” God, Jonghyun is so fucking fucked.
“I’m hard. I have a boner,” He blurts out, panicked.
Taemin’s smile immediately drops and suddenly he has nothing to say. Which is… objectively… reasonable. There’s a time and a place for everything, but unfortunately Jonghyun’s dick is painfully hard to the point where he can’t find it in him to care about either of those things right now. All he wants is Taem’s ass wrapped around him—preferably with the skirt on. Is that too much to ask for?
Taemin grabs his wrist and pulls him up, causing the entire table to shake. Heads turn as the younger drags him away, but by the time they reach the bathroom it was like he was never at the table in the first place. Great. His focus shouldn’t be there anyway. The sound of a door locking snaps him back to the moment.
Jonghyun’s not a slut, if you recall, so he’s never been dragged into a public bathroom to fuck (hopefully that’s what’s going on, atleast), but everytime he’s imagined it because of fanfics or oddly shot pornos, the bathrooms have always been unreasonably dirty. Shit stains on the sink, piss on the toilet rim, maybe even a bit of puke next to the door for good measure. That’s the appeal, right? Being desperate enough for your lover to swallow your pride and fuck in filth if it means you get to be in them in that moment? Well, this bathroom is nothing like that. It’s pristine, shiny. And somehow that’s 10x more intimate.
There’s no stench in the air, nothing to distract him from the overwhelming feeling of want flooding his senses right now. It’s just Taemin. In that perfect skirt standing with his arms crossed and a mean look on his face. God, isn’t that sexier than anything else he could ask for?
“Are you out of your mind?”
“You asked what was wrong—“
“You could’ve at least had the decency to whisper it.”
Jonghyun goes to talk but immediately shuts up. Unfortunately he’s… right. He couldn’t help it, though! His brain was a little—
Taemin cuts off his thoughts with a hum. “Or maybe you wanted other people to know.” Shit. “Maybe you wanted other people to look at you. Wanted them to see how desperate you are for me?”
It’s almost as if Jonghyun gets harder by the second. It hurts, and what Taemin’s saying isn’t even true, but if he were to say that it isn’t attractive, he’d be lying.
A message for the crowd in this moment of weakness: He’s a top, sure, but that has nothing to do with whether he’s submissive or not. Sure, he’s always leaned on the dominant side, but he’s a switch at heart. He goes with whatever Taemin wants, whenever Taemin wants. If Taemin wants him to be a slightly submissive exhibitionist, then he’ll be a slightly submissive exhibitionist. That’s just how things work in their relationship, and they both like it that way.
So, with that being said, he nods his head pathetically, still looking at the ground.
“It’s okay, pup,” Taemin spits, lifting Jonghyuns chin. “You have my attention now. Sadly not everyone else’s like you wanted… but mine should be enough for you, right, slutty little puppy?” He laughs, kissing Jonghyun’s forehead all the way down to his lips, reaching behind his back to fiddle with the zipper of his bodysuit.
Within a second, the entire suit is pooled at his feet and Taemin is already on his knees.
“You’re so hard already…” Taemin teases.
“S— Shut up. Just suck it already.”
Taemin makes a small noise of acknowlegement, pushing Jonghyun’s underwear down. It’s just enough to expose the tip, nothing else. Taemin uses his thumb to glide over his slit, rubbing the precum messily.
“So demanding. Ask nicely, and I’ll give you what you want,” He says sweetly, and it’s almost like Jonghyun’s legs are about to give out. His hips buck up against Taemin’s thumb. He can’t think, everything about the situation is just so mindbreaking. All he can do is nod, and that’s what he does. Apparently, that’s satisfying enough for the younger, based on the laugh he lets out. “You’re just like a dog,” Taemin whispers in between laughs, “I’ll do you a favour, pup, since you look oh-so helpless. I’ll suck your doggydick. Okay?”
That’s when Jonghyun lets out a genuine whine. A real, full body whine. The kind that releases the tension in all of your muscles and cleanses your arteries. They’ve never done anything like this before—or even discussed it—but somehow Taemin knows exactly what to say to make it feel like they’ve done it time and time again. It feels good to be treated like a dog. He’s just a stupid puppy that gets to let his owner take the lead and he likes it more than he probably should. Likes being told what to do, what to say, what to think. He likes listening, even if he’s not the one that’s usually in this position. Part of it is freeing. He’s not group leader and he never has been, but he does participate in alot of heavy decision making and just overall helps with stuff that other members don’t. It’s tedious work, it requires too much thinking. But like this, with Taemin on his knees in front of him playing with his tip until there are tears streaming down his face from frustration, he doesn’t have to think. His pleasure—his *fate—*is in Taemin’s hands, and God, he wouldn’t have it any other way right now.
Without saying another word, Taemin slides down Jonghyuns underwear and leaves them down with his bodysuit. His cock bounces shamefully at the sudden release, the tip tapping against Taemin’s nose. Jonghyun doesn’t like the brag, but it is.. big, if he does say so himself. It’s bigger than average, that’s for sure, sizing at a good 9 inches. Some people say it’s too much, others say that’s it’s just right. Taemin is within the group of people that says that it’s just right. He’s deepthroated it, kept it inside of him while Jonghyun was finishing up some work, and so much more. You name it, he’s done it. So Jonghyun can’t figure out for the life of him why Taemin is only taking the tip in his mouth right now. As good as it feels, he needs more. He needs so much more. He needs to hear Taemin gag and choke on it. He needs it. So, he does what any desperate puppy would do and thrusts into his owner’s mouth until the whole thing is in. And, of course, being the tease he is, Taemin pulls away.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He spits, punishingly pushing down on Jonghyun’s tip. “You embarrass me at the table, make me drag you here, and you think you have the right to get what you want?” Jonghyun whines, bucking his hips forward despite the pain being inflicted onto him. It hurts, sure, but it’s still Taemin, and that’s all that matters to him right now. “Say sorry.”
Jonghyun swallows hard, “I— I’m sorry…”
Taemin rolls his eyes, pressing down even harder and digging his nail into the tip. Not enough to make him bleed but… enough. “Say it right,” He says in that same sharp tone.
Jonghyun looks down at him, confused. What does he mean ‘Say it right’…? He said it, he said sorry. He said the thing that he was supposed to say and—
Oh.
Oh.
“I’m… I’m sorry… sir,” He repeats, with the correction this time. It feels weird on his tongue, but he thinks he’ll get used to it. He’s always been more of a ‘daddy’ person, but that’s just his personal preference.
Taemin lets out an appreciative sound before moving his thumb aside and going to lick his tip once more. “Such a good puppy,” He whispers before taking the head of his cock into his mouth again. And it continues like that for a solid few minutes before Taemin is pulling off of him again. “I’m bored,” he sighs, “You’re boring me. Do me a favour and make this more interesting for me, yeah? Be a good dog and fuck my mouth. After all, most dogs only care about getting themselves off, right?”
Jonghyun’s eyes shoot open, and if he had ears he’s sure they’d be perked up right now. That’s an open invitation, right? He can do whatever he wants, right? He doesn’t even wait. Within seconds, his hands are in Taemin’s hair and he’s forcing him back onto his dick, pushing it all the way down his throat repeatedly. Taemin’s choking, and he can hear it. Usually he would stop or go slower just to make sure he was okay, but he doesn’t care anymore. His brain is off, he doesn’t have to think about Taemin’s pleasure or even if he’s breathing. The only thought in his mind is how tight and hot Taemin’s throat is. He wants more, and he takes more, because he’s a filthy dog in heat with cravings and needs, and his owner is supposed to take care of them, right?
Soon enough, Jonghyun is cumming down Taemin’s throat. For good measure, he holds his head down to make sure he swallows all of it. His own form of territorial marking.
When Taemin slaps on his thigh, he snaps out of it, pulling his dick out of his mouth and reaching for his underwear to cover himself as he goes soft. Because that’s the end, right? They’ve already been in here for so long—
“Awww, is the puppy tired?” Taemin snickers, standing up from his spot and wiping his mouth off. He goes to stop Jonghyun’s arm before he can even pull his underwear all the way up. “Who said you can do that? Hm?”
This is… new. They’ve never done anything like this before—on Jonghyun’s part, atleast. Even when he overstimulates Taemin it’s… mild. Like continuing for a minute or two after he’s already cum so that way he can finish too. Stuff like that. Not continuing when one of them is already half soft and ready to leave. But… Jonghyun doesn’t feel like he has a choice, and he knows that he doesn’t. Somehow, that’s way more appealing than stopping.
“Nobody… ‘m sorry…”
“Good boy,” Taemin hums. “We don’t have any lube, do we?”
Jonghyun shakes his head.
“So, that means you can tongue my ass until it’s nice and slick, right? Maybe, if you’re good enough, you’ll make me cum and we can use that instead. Does that sound okay with you, pup?” Which sounds stupid, because it is stupid. It doesn’t really matter if it’s okay with him, does it? He’ll listen anyway because he’s a good boy. Good boys listen. He’ll be a good boy. He nods anyway, despite not feeling like it’s necessary.
Taemin smiles, reaching down to push down his skirt. Oh no.
“Wait! Hey! Time out!” Jonghyhn whisper-shouts, gently pushing Taemin’s hand away.
The younger looks up, confused, “What’s wrong? Do you wanna stop— We can stop. Don’t worry about it.”
“No, nothing like that! Just… keep the skirt on. Please.”
Taemin pauses. “Are you being serious right now?”
“Completely serious,” Jonghyun says with a sharp nod.
“… You actually get something out of seeing me in… a woman’s clothes?”
“I’d have you know that crossdressing is very normal and many men find it attractive.”
He rolls his eyes, “Yeah, men in shitty fanfiction, not actual people.”
“You’ve been treating me like a dog for the last ten minutes and I’m the weird one for appreciating clothing?”
“… Fine. The skirt can stay on then.”
Jonghyun grins and takes the initiative of dropping to his knees, signalling that he wants Taemin to bend over. Preferably in front of him. Or not. If he just gets to look, thats fine too.
Thankfully, Taemin bends over the sink, crossing his arms over the faucet and resting his head on them. “C’mon. Hurry,” He says, muffled.
Jonghyun nods, even though he knows Taemin can’t see him. It’s the thought that counts. He reaches up to pull down Taemin’s underwear and—they’re… thinner than usual. Smaller. He lifts up the skirt and takes a peak. Panties. Taemin is wearing panties. It’s nothing special, not lacey or bejewelled in any way, but they’re panties. They’re small and cute and they cup his ass perfectly.
He swallows harshly, pulling them down slowly. Taemin’s cock is leaking some mix of precum and actual cum. Apparently just having his face fucked was enough to make him cum in his skirt, because he seems a little too lubricated to just be “excited”. Regardless, Jonghyun strokes it just to test the waters, and it’s fucking worth it. Taemin lets out a (muffled) pornographic sound and his calf muscles tense up underneath him.
“Th— That’s not what I told you to do, mutt,” Taemin forces out, gently kicking Jonghyun’s thigh with his foot.
Jonghyun palms his ass, using both hands to spread him open. His asshole is pink and pretty, the same complexion as his lip. There’s no hair, it’s not dirty—not that he expected it would be, it’s just something he notices. Doesn’t matter. Taemin told him to tongue his ass, so that’s what he’ll do, because he’s good. He quickly shoves his face in between his ass cheeks and eats him out just like he’s done time and time again, this time with less practised movements. Whatever this dog thing is, it’s a fetish of Taemin’s, right? Meaning that he should be a good fiance and feed into it… right? That being said, he makes it messier, flatting his tongue in ways that he’s never done before, drooling more than usual, letting the excess slobber drip down to the floor. Dogs don’t care if it they make messes, right? And by the way Taemin is moaning into his arm, he seems to like it. That fucking weirdo.
Then… Taemin cums all over the floor. It’s alot, and it’s on the floor. The floor of a public restroom that at least ten people are going to use after they leave. Not even that, but that cum was supposed to be their lube, not… floor cleaner. Or more like floor dirty-er. Without thinking, Jonghyun drops it his hands and gently pushes his lovers legs away. He’s leaking onto the floor with precum, getting it dirtier than it already was, but he decides to push that thought aside. Anyways—The bathroom’s clean, so it shouldn’t be that big of a deal… he hopes. Plus, a dog wouldn’t care whether or not the floor was dirty.
Maybe he’s feeding into this ‘puppy’ thing alot more than he should be.
He definitely is.
What’s Taemin’s is his, fetishes and all.
He tries not to think about all of the potential diseases he could get as he starts licking the floor. He doesn’t swallow anything, keeping all the cum in his mouth. he keeps going until the floor is… clean enough. There’s barely anything else to clean up, and his mouth is full, so he stops, pulling his head up to look up at Taemin. He looks, well, disgusted. And something about that gets Jonghyun going. He brings his hand up in a paw-like shape and nudges at his thigh.
Taemin squats down, the disgusted look slowly melting off of his face. He extends his hand under Jonghyun’s jaw and scratches. It’s not rough, moreso rewarding than anything. It kinda.. feels good. And just when he thinks it can’t get any better, Taemin smiles down at him.
“Good boy,” He laughs, sticking an open hand out infront of Jonghyun’s mouth. Taking the hint, Jonghyun spits all of the cum out onto his hand. With that, Taemin stands back up, straightening his skirt, “C’mon, boy, stand up. You can do it.”
Jonghyun stands up, his eyes glossed over. A part of him feels numb. Not in the bad ‘Oh, I’m so numb and broken inside’ kind of the numb, but the kind where he doesn’t feel like he has to… feel anything. It’s the peaceful kind.
Taemin grabs his hand with his empty one and slowly pours it into his. Then he’s back over the sink, looking at Jonghyun through the mirror. It takes a second for it to process, but Jonghyun eventually figures out what he’s supposed to be doing. He lifts his fiancé’s skirt and spreads him open again with his spare hand, and when he eventually gets what he’s pretty positive is the ‘I’m ready’ look, he lets the cum drip slowly from his hand to directly onto Taemin’s asshole.
When most of the “lube” is gone, he reaches his hand down to start fingering him.
“Gah— Hyun—“ Taemin moans before biting down into his own arm.
Jonghyun lets out a small laugh before pushing another finger past his entrance. And not too long after that, another finger. It’s too much too fast and he knows that, but that didn’t really matter to him right now. Nothing does. Before he can even think about, he’s already smearing the rest of the cum onto his own dick, pressing up at Taemin’s entrance.
Taemin looks up at him with a shocked look, but he doesn’t stop it. He doesn’t safeword, or call out red, he just looks… watches as Jonghyun desperately slams into him. They both let out a whine, though he’s almost positive Taemin’s isn’t from the same pleasure that Jonghyun’s is. He doesn’t start slow, he just goes. And it feels good.
“Sl— Slow down,” Taemin mutters between moans, reaching his hand back to push Jonghyun’s hips away. Jonghyun simply shakes his head, ignoring the hand. He can’t stop. Doesn’t wanna slow down. He leans forward, his bare chest against Taemin’s back. “You fucking dog—“ Taemin gasps, “Slow… slow down, you’re gonna br— break me if you keep—“
“I’m sorry— I… Can’t stop… It’ll be okay…” Jonghyun breaths out into his shoulder. “It’ll be okay, baby… Just… just take it… You’re too tight for me to slow down…”
Taemin nods slowly, despite the tears falling from his face. Jonghyun would be concerned if this part wasn’t so familiar. He would say something if he wanted to stop, he knows that, but the idea of actually forcing it onto him— or… coercing him into being okay with it shockingly good.
“Jon— Fuck— I… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna fucking cum— Faster,” He whines, and the snapping of Jonghyun’s hips against his soft ass suddenly quickens.
Jonghyun reaches his and under the both of them, taking the liberty to stroke Taemin’s cock for him. After a few tugs, Taemin tightens around his cock as he cums on the floor… again. Moans turn into overstimulated whimpers, and it doesn’t take longer than a minute until Jonghyun is nearing his completion too.
But something about this is different.
He has to piss. If he cums, he will piss, there’s nothing to stop it. And Taemin’s ass is pulling him in so fucking close that he doesn’t think he’ll be able to pull out. But he has to—
“H— Hey, mutt,” Taemin lets out with heavy breaths, “Breed me.”
That’s when it happens. Without warning, Jonghyun fucking pisses inside of Taemin, and it feels a lot better than it should. He’s never considered shit like piss and whatnot, but God he needs to consider it. Maybe watersports and piss kinks is the way to go. As far as he knows, it’s worth the awkward conversation about boundaries and different safewords and colours and whatever.
He flouts on the cloud for a second or two before the gravity of what actually just happened sinks into him.
Oh shit.
He just pissed inside of Taemin.
He looks down, preparing himself to get yelled at or threatened or even broken up with. He deserves it. He didn’t even ask. He knew he had to piss and he didn’t say anything he just… kept going. Like an asshole. He’s an asshole. He’s a shitty fiancé and an even shittier person. Who even does something like that? Is that some form of sexual assault??
His mind is racing and he can’t… stop thinking. Until he sees Taemin’s small smile.
“Good boy.”