Noodle (or How to Refuse Minho)
“Hey, noodle”
Taemin shivered at the deep voice that spoke. It seemed almost ridiculous for such a low manly voice to say such a cutesy nickname, but Minho had insisted and Taemin had agreed to it.
“Noodle, is it ok?”
Taemin froze, his body tensing up, as he felt cool fingers trace up his bare thighs. He scrunched under the covers and pushed his back into the other body next to him in bed.
“Noodle…”
Taemin let out a non-committal groan and snuggled closer to the warm body. He was tired, and sore, and not in the mood; truthfully taemin was amazed at Minho’s stamina. Minho slid his fingers higher up taemin’s thighs until he reached the hem of Taemin’s oversized sweatshirt, he hesitated.
“Taemin-ah.”
Taemin pulled his knees to his chest and squeezed his eyes shut; he could feel the want in Minho’s voice. He took a deep breath, feeling the fluttering lightning-fast beats of his heart. Minho caught the hem of Taemin’s sweatshirt between his fingers and tugged lightly. He leaned in and rested his lips on the top bump of Taemin’s spine.
“Minho…I’m…too…tired”
Taemin let out his breath and curled into a tight little ball. He could feel short breaths on the back of his neck and he heard minho’s low rumbly laugh. Minho hooked his fingers under the sweatshirt and pulled up roughly on the material. Taemin mumbled and crossed his arms, resisting his boyfriend’s advances. Minho pulled a little harder, pulling taemin up by the thick material. The young boy eventually gave in and wiggled out of the sweatshirt. He fell back onto the bed, almost naked besides his pastel colored underwear. His pale chest rose and fell swiftly, out of breath from his earlier resistance.
“Noodle…its good right?”
Taemin pouted, arms resting above his head, vulnerable under Minho’s stare. Minho chuckled and leaned down, placing a kiss between taemin’s collarbones. Taemin placed his hands on Minho’s shoulders and pushed roughly, making minho fall onto the left side of the bed. In one swift motion he slipped one leg over Minho’s waist and shifted his weight so he was straddling him. Minho’s eyes widened a bit in surprise but he reveled in the beauty of the boy on top of him. He lifted his arm and caressed Taemin’s cheek.
“So pretty”
Minho sighed, as Taemin nuzzled into his hand. He slowly traced his fingers down Taemin’s neck. He placed his palm down on Taemin’s chest feeling the steady beat of his heart. Taemin took a deep breath and let his eyes flutter closed. Minho gently switched their positions back so that he was again on top. Soon Taemin’s exhaustion was too much and he felt himself slipping into dreamland. Electricity shot through his neck and his eyes popped open.
“Aish, Minho…did you just bite me?”
Minho chuckled and kissed an angry red mark on taemin’s neck.
“You were falling asleep …”
Taemin sighed, and shook his head trying to sober up and stay alert long enough to fend off Minho’s advances. It was late, or actually it’s early Taemin thought, he turned his head to the right and glanced at the bright red lights of the digital clock. 3:14am great…I guess I have to pull out the big guns
“Oppa~ …won’t you let your noodle sleep please?”
Taemin fluttered his eyelashes and arched his back letting out a little hiss of a yawn. He lazily traced a finger up Minho’s long neck and caressed his cheek.
“Oppa, if you let noodle sleep…noodle will give you a big treat tomorrow”
And with that Taemin sat up against Minho’s body, and pressed their lips together. In his half dazed state Taemin kissed Minho in a slow and lazy way. He opened his mouth, prying Minho’s lips apart, and licked his lover’s bottom lip. Their breath mingled and their teeth bumped slightly as Minho pushed into Taemin’s mouth a little roughly. After a short while, Taemin pulled back and looked at Minho with half-lidded pleading eyes.
“I’m tired hyung~” Taemin said leaning forward and pecking Minho on the lips once more before collapsing back onto the bed and falling asleep. Minho was panting, his cheeks were hot and he knew he was blushing a deep red.
“Fine noodle, but just this once…” he whispered before he collapsed next to Taemin, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s slender waist.
(Author's Note - Don't ask me where this came from...I really like writing about intimate moments. Idk, it's not very good. I read a fic a while ago where Minho calls Taemin 'noodle' and I really liked it for some reason, so I wanted to use that here too lol)
Taemin shivered at the deep voice that spoke. It seemed almost ridiculous for such a low manly voice to say such a cutesy nickname, but Minho had insisted and Taemin had agreed to it.
“Noodle, is it ok?”
Taemin froze, his body tensing up, as he felt cool fingers trace up his bare thighs. He scrunched under the covers and pushed his back into the other body next to him in bed.
“Noodle…”
Taemin let out a non-committal groan and snuggled closer to the warm body. He was tired, and sore, and not in the mood; truthfully taemin was amazed at Minho’s stamina. Minho slid his fingers higher up taemin’s thighs until he reached the hem of Taemin’s oversized sweatshirt, he hesitated.
“Taemin-ah.”
Taemin pulled his knees to his chest and squeezed his eyes shut; he could feel the want in Minho’s voice. He took a deep breath, feeling the fluttering lightning-fast beats of his heart. Minho caught the hem of Taemin’s sweatshirt between his fingers and tugged lightly. He leaned in and rested his lips on the top bump of Taemin’s spine.
“Minho…I’m…too…tired”
Taemin let out his breath and curled into a tight little ball. He could feel short breaths on the back of his neck and he heard minho’s low rumbly laugh. Minho hooked his fingers under the sweatshirt and pulled up roughly on the material. Taemin mumbled and crossed his arms, resisting his boyfriend’s advances. Minho pulled a little harder, pulling taemin up by the thick material. The young boy eventually gave in and wiggled out of the sweatshirt. He fell back onto the bed, almost naked besides his pastel colored underwear. His pale chest rose and fell swiftly, out of breath from his earlier resistance.
“Noodle…its good right?”
Taemin pouted, arms resting above his head, vulnerable under Minho’s stare. Minho chuckled and leaned down, placing a kiss between taemin’s collarbones. Taemin placed his hands on Minho’s shoulders and pushed roughly, making minho fall onto the left side of the bed. In one swift motion he slipped one leg over Minho’s waist and shifted his weight so he was straddling him. Minho’s eyes widened a bit in surprise but he reveled in the beauty of the boy on top of him. He lifted his arm and caressed Taemin’s cheek.
“So pretty”
Minho sighed, as Taemin nuzzled into his hand. He slowly traced his fingers down Taemin’s neck. He placed his palm down on Taemin’s chest feeling the steady beat of his heart. Taemin took a deep breath and let his eyes flutter closed. Minho gently switched their positions back so that he was again on top. Soon Taemin’s exhaustion was too much and he felt himself slipping into dreamland. Electricity shot through his neck and his eyes popped open.
“Aish, Minho…did you just bite me?”
Minho chuckled and kissed an angry red mark on taemin’s neck.
“You were falling asleep …”
Taemin sighed, and shook his head trying to sober up and stay alert long enough to fend off Minho’s advances. It was late, or actually it’s early Taemin thought, he turned his head to the right and glanced at the bright red lights of the digital clock. 3:14am great…I guess I have to pull out the big guns
“Oppa~ …won’t you let your noodle sleep please?”
Taemin fluttered his eyelashes and arched his back letting out a little hiss of a yawn. He lazily traced a finger up Minho’s long neck and caressed his cheek.
“Oppa, if you let noodle sleep…noodle will give you a big treat tomorrow”
And with that Taemin sat up against Minho’s body, and pressed their lips together. In his half dazed state Taemin kissed Minho in a slow and lazy way. He opened his mouth, prying Minho’s lips apart, and licked his lover’s bottom lip. Their breath mingled and their teeth bumped slightly as Minho pushed into Taemin’s mouth a little roughly. After a short while, Taemin pulled back and looked at Minho with half-lidded pleading eyes.
“I’m tired hyung~” Taemin said leaning forward and pecking Minho on the lips once more before collapsing back onto the bed and falling asleep. Minho was panting, his cheeks were hot and he knew he was blushing a deep red.
“Fine noodle, but just this once…” he whispered before he collapsed next to Taemin, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s slender waist.
(Author's Note - Don't ask me where this came from...I really like writing about intimate moments. Idk, it's not very good. I read a fic a while ago where Minho calls Taemin 'noodle' and I really liked it for some reason, so I wanted to use that here too lol)