Paper Clips and Other Office Supplies 01
TITLE: Paper Clips and Other Office Supplies 01
AUTHOR: giveitupjessica
PAIRINGS: 2min, Jazzhyun, Onkey
RATING: G-NC-17
GENRE: AU, Romance, Comedy
SUMMARY: A collection of side stories to go with The Paper Series. A little insight to what the six friends were like before and after the series. (I seriously suck at summaries)
A/N: So like I promised, here it is! I was supposed to post this one yesterday, on Minho's bday, but I didn't finish it in time. Oh well. Anyways, so I have officially started this. I probably won't update it as often as my other fics. Perhaps once a week or every other week. I'll be taking requests for oneshots! to go with this series and will do my best to fulfill them. I know people want to see what they were like in high school and a little backstory for Onkey. Anything else? Anyways, this one is for my lovelies annyeonghase_yo, boondoks1, and kaybee38! I hope you guys like it!
PAPER CARDS-- MINHO'S FIRST BIRTHDAY WITH HIS NEW WIFE
“Buggy! I said don’t run! Aish, this child!” I hear coming from the other side of my office door. It isn’t long before insistent knocking fills the room.
“MINHO APPA! MINHO APPA! MINHO APPA! YOOGEUNNIE IS HERE! LET ME IN! PLEEEEEEASE!” his voice yells and I can’t help the smile that’s spreading on my face as I go to open the door.
“Yoogeun-ah!” I crouch down and open my arms. He immediately runs into them and I lift him up.
“Hey Minho!” Jazzy says as she walks in the door and closes it behind her. She walks up to me and places a kiss on my cheek, “Happy birthday!”
“Thank you and what about you huh?” I tickle the little boy in my arms, “You’re not going to wish Minho appa a happy birthday?”
“I was!” he pouts but can’t stop giggling when my fingers attack his tummy again, “HAPPY BIRFDAY MINHO APPA FROM YOOGEUNNIE!”
“Aw, thank you. Appa ppoppo,” I pucker my lips and he gives me a kiss before patting my cheek.
“Where’s Taeminnie appa?” he asks.
“He’s at home.”
“Why?”
“He said he’s preparing something for my birthday.”
“What?” I smile at the way his eyes light up with excitement.
“He didn’t tell me. It’s a surprise.”
“Surprise!” he throw his hands up and I laugh.
“Unless you know what my wife is up to?” I turn to Jazzy who has been oddly quiet since she walked in. I realize why when I see her standing in a far off corner, phone up to her ear, talking in a hushed voice, “Jazzy!”
She turns to face me and holds up a finger before turning back around. She’s on the phone for about five more minutes before she throws her phone back in her purse and walks back to us, “Sorry. It was Jjongie.”
“APPA?!” Yoogeun starts to look around and push away from me so I can put him back on the ground. I do what he wants and set him on the ground. He takes off, running around my office looking for his appa.
“Buggy, appa isn’t here. Remember, he went to work this morning,” Jazzy says and we go take a seat on the couch.
“What did he need?” I ask her.
“He just wanted to make sure he knew what time your celebration was tonight. He’s trying to get as much done so he can try to leave early tonight. He wants to make sure he’s able to drop Buggy off with me before dinner.”
“Yoogeunnie is going to papa and mama’s house tonight!” the little boy yells in excitement as he climbs onto his mom’s lap.
“You are?” I ask and I pinch his chubby cheeks.
“Ne. Mama Song said she’s bringing me my favorite cake for dessert tonight.”
“So you get one of Mama Song’s famous cakes and it’s not even your birthday. How fair is that?”
“Oh so I’m guessing you don’t want any of this then,” I watch as Jazzy picks up a bag that I didn’t notice sitting beside the couch. She pulls out Tupperware and holds it up.
“I want! I want!” I hold out my hands and she places the Tupperware in them. I open it up and take a big whiff of the sugary sweet goodness that’s inside, “Mango?”
“Yup. Of course I’d bake your favorite for your birthday.”
“Me too umma! Me too!”
“Oh right, Buggy helped too.”
“Did you?”
“Ne.”
“Well then thank you,” I place a kiss on his forehead and he giggles, “I can’t wait to dig into these cupcakes. They smell so good.”
I’m about to grab one, but Jazzy stops me, “Wait. Before you start devouring them.”
“What?” I whine, “I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast and it’s already past lunch.”
“Quit whining. You’re worst than Buggy sometimes,” she moves the little boy from her lap so that he’s sitting on the couch between us. She starts digging through her purse. Great now I’ll have to wait forever to eat one of these cupcakes, “Ah ha! Here they are.”
“What umma?” Yoogeun starts to pull at his mom’s arm to see what she’s holding. I have to wrap an arm around his waist to stop him from falling off the couch. She holds up a box of candles and a lighter. She starts to put candles into the cupcakes, handing Yoogeun a couple so he can help as well.
“Minho can you hold him while I light the candles?” she asks.
“Sure thing,” I use my arms that’s around him to pull him close while Jazzy lights the candles.
“Okay Buggy,” she says, taking the little boy into her lap again, “Remember the song I taught you for Minho appa’s birthday? The one we practiced during breakfast this morning?”
“Ne.”
“You ready to sing it?”
“Ne.”
“Okay. We’ll count to three then sing it,” he nods at her then turns to look at me. They count to three and then start singing the birthday song. Jazzy has to help him with some of the words, but I have to say it was the cutest thing ever. Half of what he was singing was gibberish, but I loved every second of it. He was truly an amazing kid.
“HAPPY BIRFDAY MINHO APPA! MAKE A WISH!” his hands are above his head and clapping.
“Happy Birthday Minho! Blow out your candles and make a wish,” Jazzy says to me as well.
I close my eyes and make a silent wish before blowing out my candles. Yoogeun erupts into cheers and more clapping. Jazzy just laughs at her son and pats my leg. I start to remove the candles from the treats in front of me before taking out one, I’m about to hand it to Yoogeun but Jazzy stops me again.
“You’re the birthday boy. You get the first piece of cake.”
“But I’d feel bad eating it in front of him. He should eat one first.”
“He’ll be fine. Eat one already. Let me know how they taste.”
“Okay,” I place the Tupperware on the coffee table and unwrap the cupcake in my hand. I take a huge bite of it, eating half of it, I close my eyes and savor the flavors playing on my tongue, “Best cupcake ever!”
“Yay!” Jazzy starts to clap now and I hand a cupcake to both her and Yoogeun. Jazzy puts hers aside to help her son eat. She grabs the container of wet wipes from her purse and places them beside her. I swear she had everything in that damn purse of hers.
“So do you know what my lovely wife has up his sleeves? He was pretty much pushing me out the door this morning,” I ask, grabbing another cupcake.
“Now what fun would it be to ruin the surprise your wife has for you? Besides, it’s against our code to rat each other out,” she pulls a wipe from the container and starts to clean up her son. I’m not sure how he got icing in so many places from just one cupcake. There wasn’t even that much icing on it to begin with.
“You’re no fun,” I pout and them grimace when she takes the wet wipe to my face, “YAH! You’re not my umma! Don’t groom me!”
“Oh but remember, you, Taeminnie, and Jjongie are my kids,” she teases.
We talk a little bit more before she says she has to go. Apparently she has to go and pick up some things for Yoogeun to take to my parent’s house. I think she’s really going to get my present. I grab our trash from the table and wake her to the door, tossing it in the garbage on the way there.
“Umma! No forget!” Yoogeun says from my arms.
“Oh I’m sorry Buggy. Thank you for reminding me,” and she’s digging through her purse again.
“What the fuck do you have in there?” I ask and I try to sneak a peek inside, but she moves away.
“Minho, language. It’s bad enough that Jjongie forgets to censor his mouth around him. He just now stopped saying a-s-s-wipe.”
I laugh as I remember last week when Yoogeun would randomly shout out the word. Jazzy told me later that Jonghyun made the mistake of letting it slip out while they were driving one day when someone almost side swiped them.
“Sorry. But seriously, what do you have in there. I swear there’s like no bottom to it.”
“It’s the dark abyss that is my purse. I have everything in here. My whole life really,” she finally pulls out a small box and hands it to Yoogeun.
“Thank you umma.”
“You’re welcome.”
He shoves the box in my face, “From Yoogeunnie.”
“Is that a present for me?”
“Ne.”
“Well thank you. I will open it later though okay? Minho appa needs to get back to work now. You behave for umma okay?”
“Ne.”
“Good boy,” I give him a kiss and then hand him back over to Jazzy.
“I’ll see you tonight. Happy birthday again,” she says giving me another kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you,” I return her kiss and they leave, Yoogeun waving frantically at me as they get further down the hall and eventually disappear around the corner.
*~*
“Babe?” I call out when I walk through the door. I heard shuffling and the next thing I know, my bag is dropping to the floor and I’m stumbling back as Taemin jumps on me.
“You’re home!” he exclaims wrapping his arms and legs around me as I grab the wall to steady us.
“Is this how you’re going to greet me every day when I return from work?” I ask him, placing a kiss on his lips.
“No, just for today since it’s your birthday,” he starts to plant kisses all over my face. I reach down and grab my bag off the floor, my other arm coming up to rest under his butt just in case he falls. I walk further into our apartment, throwing my bag near the couch, he’s still kissing me all over. Except now, it’s not as innocent as the ones before. Now he’s working on my neck and he isn’t just kissing. He’s sucking, nipping, and licking as well.
“So,” I say as I enter our bedroom, “How about we have a little repeat of the morning birthday sex you woke me up for? And can I just say, that was the best way to wake up.”
“You wouldn’t have had to wait until after work to get more birthday sex if you had just taken the day off yeobo,” he says to me after I lay him down on the bed.
“Mm,” I respond as I start to pay attention to his neck as well.
“I mean, seriously who works on their birthday? Oh right, my workaholic husband. And here I was, your poor lonely wife, horny as hell and no one to play with.”
“Well I’ll play with you now,” I capture his lips and his hands immediately wrap around my neck, pulling me down to deepen the kiss. I’m just about to ask for entrance into his mouth when his phone goes off.
“I need to get that,” he murmurs into my mouth.
“No you don’t.”
“Yes I do, it might be Key umma.”
“So? Your husband is here and wants to play. Isn’t that more important?”
“Minho,” he pushes me off of him.
“Ugh, seriously?!” I whine.
“We’ll play in a little bit,” he winks at me before answering his phone, “Hello? Oh hi Jazzy noona… No… Oh really?”
I stare at him, seriously baffled that he would stop the beginnings of us having sex to gossip with Jazzy. I let out a frustrated sigh as I lay my head back on the bed again. I hear him giggle and then climb on top of me. He’s still talking on the phone as he straddles me and starts to let his hands wander. He’s slowly undressing me and I can’t help but think it’s a little weird that he’s being so seductive with his body motions, but his voice is innocent and cute.
“No, I’m not,” he says into the phone as his hands start to undo my pants. I reach my own hands up and pull his shirt off his head before working on his pants as well, “Is that Yoogeunnie screaming in the background? He’s talking so much now… He what?... Really now? Then I think Minho has been in that same stage since we got married…”
I raise a questioning eyebrow at him and he just shakes his head. I shrug it off as I start to pull his pants down to free his growing erection. Much to my dismay, he slaps my hand away before I can wrap my fingers around it. He wiggles his finger at me and I groan. Seriously?! He needs to get off the phone or I’m going to the bathroom to start without him.
“Okay noona, I have to go. The birthday boy is getting impatient… No, we were not doing that… Shut up! I said we weren’t… Fine… Yeah… I’ll see you tonight then… Yeah, that’s the one… Bye,” I’m relieved when he finally hangs up the phone. I grab it from his hand and chuck it across the room.
“Minho!” he says, eyes wide as he turns his head in the direction that his phone flew, “You probably just broke my phone!”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” I flip him over so that his back is on the bed again and I start to trail kisses all over his body. He seems to forget all about his phone and his moans quickly fill the room. His hands are back to my pants, which he had abandoned halfway through the call with Jazzy, and were now pushing them down.
“Yeobo,” he moans, “We need to start getting ready. Our reservations are in less than two hours.”
“That’s more than enough time,” I mumble into his chest, making my way over to his nipple.
“It’s gonna be traffic. It’ll take us at least a half hour to get there.”
“So? Not like they can start the celebration without me. I’m the birthday boy.”
“Let’s at least take this to the shower then.”
“Sounds good to me, as long as I get to have you, I don’t care where it is,” I wrap my arms around him just as his legs wrap around my waist. I lift us off the bed and head towards the bathroom. His mouth latches onto my neck the entire way there. I don’t even bother closing the door once we’re inside, not like there’s anyone living with us anymore. I step into the shower and reach behind him to turn on the water.
*~*
I must admit that the sex we just had in the shower was probably the best shower sex we’ve ever had. I don’t know what the hell is in the water today, but damn was it amazing. Taemin was a lot more frisky and I enjoyed every last bit of it. This was slowly turning out to be the best birthday ever.
“Yeobo,” he says, walking over to me. His shirt was still unbuttoned and flowing behind him as he came to me.
“Yeah?”
“Where’s my black tie? I thought I set it out on the dresser last night, but now I can’t find it. Have you seen it?” he’s standing beside me at our closet, thumbing through our countless number of ties. There had to be a good 20 black ones alone.
“Why not just wear one of those?” I motion to the row of black ties.
“I don’t want to. The one I had set out was made out of the same material that the jacket I’m wearing tonight is made out of.”
“You’re hanging out with Key and Jazzy too much.”
“Well what do you expect? I’m pretty much a housewife and so are they.”
“The real housewives of Seoul,” I say and it earns me a smack on the arm, “Ouch. I was just joking baby.”
“Help me find my tie!”
“Okay, just let me finish getting dressed,” I finish buttoning up my shirt and then reach over him to grab a purple tie from our collection. He turns around to face me and takes it from my hands, “I love this.”
“Love what?” he asks as he starts to tie the tie.
“You doing my tie. It’s one of the many things I love about being married to you,” I bend down and kiss him softly on the lips.
“You do the same for me,” he replies and adjusts the tie to fit snugly around my neck.
“I know, but I still love it. You wanna know what I love even more than you tying my tie?”
“What?” he’s turned back to the ties and is searching through them again.
“I love calling you my wife,” I whisper into his ear, arms snacking around his slim waist, head resting on his shoulder.
“Aw,” he turns in my arms to face me, arms coming up to wrap behind my neck, “And I love calling you my husband.”
We start to make out, forgetting all about the tie he was searching for. Now I’m really starting to think that there’s something in the water because this isn’t even one of more heated make out sessions, but I can definitely feel a bulge rubbing against the one that was slowly growing in my own pants. I walk forward, pressing him up against the nearest wall. My hands slowly roaming over his body as soft mewls escape his lips. Once again, before things can go any further, his phone goes off. What the fuck? I thought I broke that stupid thing. What the hell is his phone made out of?
“Omo!” he pushes me away and runs in the direction the sound is coming from, I let out a groan, “I thought you broke it when you threw it across the room.”
“Apparently I didn’t throw it hard enough,” I say under my breath.
“Did you say something yeobo?” he asks as he picks up his phone and checks the display.
“Nope. I’ll just find your tie,” I say before I start to mumble curses under my breath.
“Annyeong Key umma!” he says brightly into the phone, “Yes, it’s in 45 minutes… No, not that one. The one on the other side of town… Yeah, that one… Yeah. Is that all you need?... Okay… I’ll see you in a little bit then… Bye umma!”
“I found the tie,” I hold it up in front of me.
“Oh!” he runs towards me and I start to put it on him, “Where did you find it?”
“Over on the night stand.”
“On the night stand. I don’t remember putting it there. Oh wait… Never mind, now I remember. I put it there while I was getting your birthday present ready earlier.”
“When do I get my present by the way?” I ask him just as I finish with his tie.
“After dinner tonight.”
“Do I get a hint as to what it is?”
“Nope. It’s a surprise. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it though. But don’t worry, I got you something you can open during dinner as well.”
“I get two presents?”
“You can say that,” he winks at me and starts to walk out of the room, “Come on. We should get going. Key umma says that traffic is bad. And the sooner we go to dinner, the sooner I can give you your present.”
I follow him out the door about five minutes later. His hand laced with mine as we walk out into the cold, winter night. I still couldn’t believe all that we’ve been through together to lead up to this exact moment. This was my first birthday we would be spending together as a married couple. I look down at him and he must feel my eyes on him because he looks up at me seconds later. We exchange warm smiles and I kiss the top of his head. When we reach my car, I open the door for him, sneaking another kiss before buckling him in. I then rush over to the driver’s side and get in as well. I buckle myself in and start the car.
It was a bit uncomfortable driving, since I was still pretty aroused from earlier. I didn’t have time to fix my problem. And it didn’t help that Taemin’s hand was on my thigh. I mean granted, that’s where it always is when we’re in the car, but still it wasn’t helping my problem. When we hit a red light, he starts to rub my thigh as he sings along to the song playing through the stereo. I wanna tell him to just move his hand up a little further and into my pants, but it probably wouldn’t be the best idea. I was driving. I shouldn’t be distracted. He seems to know the thoughts that are going through my head because he’s rubbing me a little harder and his hand is creeping up higher. I look over at him when we hit another red light, but he’s staring out the window. I look down at his crotch and see that he is having the same problem as me. I’ll make sure to help us both with our problems when we get to the restaurant.
I probably drive a little on the reckless side just to get to the restaurant faster. Just so I can relieve us both. It didn’t help that his hand was pretty much ghosting over my crotch by the time we reached the parking lot. I throw the car into park in a secluded corner of the parking lot, I don’t bother turning it off and just leave it running. I climb into the backseat before pulling Taemin back there with me before he has time to think or say a word.
“You are being very naughty,” I say to him as I crash our lips together.
“Like I said earlier, I was home alone all day, horny as hell. Can you blame me?”
“Clothes off now!” I order him.
“Far be it from me to deny the birthday boy,” we both start to undress, throwing our clothes into dark corners of the car. His legs are wrapped around me before I can even finish pulling off my pants and boxers.
“Gosh Minnie. Why do you have to be so fucking sexy? I’ve never had so much sex in a relationship in my life,” I’m go straight for his collarbones because I know how sensitive they are.
“Are you complaining?” he asks before a moan escapes his mouth.
“No, far from it. I’m just saying, you turn me on so much.”
“Say that to me in ten years and you’ll be greatly rewarded.”
“You’ll always be a turn on me baby,” I tell him and he pulls me down for a sloppy kiss. Our bodies begin to rub together more, our arousals along with it, slowly building up a sheen of sweat on both of us. I make my way down to his neck, he moves his head to the side so I can reach it better.
“Minho, I need you,” he moans as suck on his shoulder. I bring my fingers up to his mouth, “No, I need you now. I can’t wait.”
I look up at him, “But it’ll hurt and you’ll be sore.”
“I don’t care. Just please… I need you baby.”
“Okay,” I kiss him on the lips. We fumble around with our position so that we can both be comfortable when I enter him. The backseat isn’t as big as I thought it was. But we eventually find a position that works. One of his legs on top of the center console of the front seat while the other rests on top of the backseat with me resting between them.
“You sure you’re comfortable? I can’t help but think you might be straining your muscles in that position,” I stare at him. I mean he looked absolutely delectable in that position to me, but it didn’t look so comfortable for him.
“I’m fine yeobo, just get inside me already. The others are still waiting for us inside.”
“Let them wait. I’m the birthday boy and right now, I want to celebrate with my wife,” I kiss him again as I position myself at his entrance. I wait for the kiss to get intense and full of passion before I thrust into him in one go. His lips break from mine, letting out a loud moan as his back arches. I’m not sure if the moan was from pleasure or pain. I don’t care, my mind is starting to get hazy as the only thing I can think of now is making love to him. Nice, rough love.
“Move yeobo,” he breathes out, “Fucking move. Please!”
“So impatient,” I pull myself out almost all the way and then angle myself just right before pushing back into him. I know I’m going to hit his prostate before it even happens. We’ve had sex so many times that I could pretty much hit his prostate spot on if I wanted to.
“FUCK MINHO! DO IT AGAIN!” I do as he wants and hit his prostate again. Both of our breaths are starting to get heavy as moans continue to escape our mouths. I can see that the windows are starting to fog up and hope that no one is walking anywhere near out car at right now. The last thing I want is someone to start knocking on the windows of the car and interrupting us.
The thought of that happening only causes me to become more frantic. Wanting to get us both to our release sooner so I start to pick up my pace, “Damn Minnie, you’re so fucking tight.”
“Keep going yeobo! I’m getting close,” he starts to thrust up to me and his legs wrap around my torso. The pleasure is getting to my head and I can barely think straight at this point. The feeling of him tight around my shaft is even more enjoyable than normal. Seriously, what the fuck was up with the water during our shower earlier.
“Yeobo, I wanna ride you,” he says into my neck and I don’t think before we start to adjust our positions again. I end up hitting my head on the ceiling of the car and he hits his on the window. We both rub the spots on each other, but continue to do what we’re doing. Eventually, I’m seated on the backseat and he’s in my lap. His hands are resting on my shoulder, his head is thrown back, and he’s bouncing up and down on my cock. I hold onto his waist tightly as my head drops back onto the back of the seat.
“Minnie,” I breathe out.
“I know, me too,” he says to me before I can even finish my train of thought.
Within the next few seconds we’re both screaming each others names as we hit our climax together. His bouncing turns into a gentle rock as we ride out our orgasms together. I bring his lips to mine for a sweet kiss and we end up making out until we’ve both come down from our high.
He pulls away from me and whispers in my ear, “Happy birthday yeobo. Consider this a little preview of what I have in store for you tonight.”
“Well then we’ll just have to eat and run tonight because I can’t wait to see what else you have in store for me,” I bury my head in his neck and he brings his hand up to stroke my hair.
“Come on yeobo, we better get inside,” I take that moment to thrust up and he slaps my chest, “I don’t mean that inside jerkface.”
“Well all I heard is ‘get inside’ and I just wanted to remind you that I already am,” this warrants another hit, but I shrug it off.
“I’m serious,” he looks back at the clock on the dash, “We were supposed to be in there like half and hour ago. And we got here early.”
“Well sorry for being a thorough person.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you being thorough yeobo. I’m just saying that they’ve all been waiting for us for awhile now. It’s rude to keep people waiting.”
“Now the party don’t start ‘til I walk in,” I sing in response and again I get hit, “Babe, I don’t think it’s fair that you keep hitting me on my birthday.”
“You’re being stupid. And if you’re being stupid, I will hit you regardless of what day it is.”
“You have been hanging out with Key too much. The next thing I know you’ll be carrying around a damn spatula just to hit me with it.”
“Don’t test me Minho. I can always just conveniently forget about your present later.”
“Oh shit. I’m sorry baby,” I start to kiss all over his face and neck. My kissing turns into sucking when he let’s out a moan when I hit his sweet spot.
“Yeobo, we don’t have time for another round. We need go inside. I mean it,” he finally gets off of my lap and we both hiss at the sudden loss of contact. He leans over me and starts to gather our clothes. Dressing in the backseat is a lot harder than getting undressed. It doesn’t help that I have long limbs. This is the first time I’ve ever cursed them. Taemin, on the other time, has no problem getting dressed. Probably because he’s so damn flexible. Another thing I’m thankful I’ve learned about him since we got married. Flexibility makes for a very interesting night.
We’re both fully dressed and presentable again in about ten minutes. I lean over to the front seat and switch off the car before opening the door and getting out. Taemin slides out after me and I grab his hand to help him out. I pull him close to keep him warm from the cold winter night as we make our way to the restaurant. I open the door for him and we step inside the building. He walks up to the maitre’d and tells him about our reservations. We’re being guided through the crowded space to a secluded area where they have blocked it off with a couple folding screens.
“Finally, the birthday boy is here!” I hear Jonghyun exclaim as we round the screen. I smile as I see my closest friends sitting around the table. This was definitely the perfect way to spend my birthday. I was planning on celebrating with my family tomorrow, but tonight it was just for friends and my wife.
“Sorry,” Taemin says as I pull his chair out for him and he takes a seat, “Traffic was really bad.”
“Uh huh,” Jazzy replies, head hidden behind a menu, “That’s why Jjongie and I saw your car parked in a dark corner of the lot over half an hour ago.”
“BUSTED!” Onew laughs.
“Are you sure it was my car? I mean it is dark so it would be easy to mistake my car for another.”
“I was with you when you bought it and I’ve ridden in it enough to be able to recognize it Minho.”
“I’m sure you were mistaken Jazzy. Minnie and I just got here.”
“Whatever you say,” she turns to Jonghyun, “It seems like they’re going through the same phase that our Yoogeunnie is going through.”
“Oh and what phase is that Jazzy?” Onew asks her.
She sets the menu down in front of her, “Buggy refuses to wear clothes which is why we were late as well. We were struggling to get him into his pajamas.”
“What do you mean he refuses to wear clothes?”
“Just that. He doesn’t like to wear clothes. I mean he’ll wear them when we’re out in public, like when he’s at daycare, but the moment we’re home, he’s stripping. At least he doesn’t take off everything, he stops at his underwear. And that’s all he’ll wear until we have to wrestle him into clothes the next morning.”
“You let him sleep in just his underwear?” Key asks.
“Yeah. At least now we do. We used to make him wear pajamas, but he’d get up in the middle of the night and take them off. So there’s no point. We just pile blankets on him now.”
“Have you guys ordered already?” Taemin asks out of the blue, nose buried in the menu.
“It would have been rude for us to order before the birthday boy arrived. Oh and happy birthday by the way,” Jonghyun says and everyone else around the table also wish me a happy birthday.
The table is silent as we all start to look over the menu again. Even though there are six menus, one for each of us, we’re only using three. Each couple sharing a menu, having private discussions of what to get behind them. The waiter comes by ten minutes later and we give him our order. We all settle back and relax more once the waiter is gone. Jazzy’s phone goes off not too long after that though.
“Sorry guys,” she puts the phone to her ear, “Hi appa… It’s okay, is everything alright with Buggy?... Oh really? I’m surprised he kept them on for that long… No, he’s just going through a phase… Yeah, nothing to worry about… Don’t bother, he’s only going to take them off again… Yeah, I wonder that as well.”
I laugh when I can suddenly hear Yoogeun screaming in the background. My guess is that he took off his clothes and now umma was trying to get him dressed. Jazzy pulls the phone from her ear as his screaming gets louder. When it seems like it stopped, she holds it up to her ear again.
“Appa, tell umma not to bother… Oh, okay… Hi Buggy!... Are you being a good boy?... I know you don’t want to, but it’s cold in the house… Well at least wear your sweater… No?... Buggy, you don’t talk to adults like that. Tell them you’re sorry… No, now… Kim Yoogeun, you say you’re sorry to papa right now… Thank you… Now be a good boy and listen to them… Umma and appa love you too. Now give the phone back to papa. We’ll call when it’s your bedtime okay? Love you… No problem. We’ll see you tomorrow… Don’t be afraid to punish him if he’s being bad… Love you too… Bye.”
She tosses the phone back into her purse and turns to us, “Have I ever told you guys NOT to have kids?”
“Jazzy,” Taemin starts.
“Don’t get me wrong, Jjongie and I love Buggy with all our hearts and wouldn’t trade him for the world, but sometimes. Well I guess it’s too late to say this to you two,” she gestures to Onew and a just barely showing Key.
Yes, Key was pregnant. None of us thought guys could get pregnant. But we were wrong, apparently a small population of us can. And being the diva that he is, Key became one of the few who are able to.
“Yoogeunnie’s favorite word these days is ‘no,’” Jonghyun tells us, “Everything you say to him is ‘no.’ No matter what it is, it’s always ‘no.’”
“But Yoogeunnie is so cute!” Key exclaims and I’m surprised this is the first time he’s talked all night. Although he was sitting there rubbing his stomach since we got here. I’m thinking he was feeling a little nauseous.
“Key umma,” Taemin says as he leans over to the older one, “You’re finally starting to show!”
“What’s that supposed to mean Taemin?” Key asks, starting to get defensive.
“It means you’re showing,” I watch as my wife starts to rubbing the small belly on the diva who doesn’t look too happy about it.
“Are you saying I’m fat?”
“What? No! Of course not!” Taemin holds his hands up in defense.
“Oh and the hormones kick in,” Jazzy giggles.
“You better not be saying I’m fat or I will cock block you for a month!” Key threatens.
“I wasn’t umma, I swear. I LOVE YOU!” Taemin does his best aegyo and hugs Key until his face finally softens and he hugs him back.
The rest of dinner was spent talking about what was going on in our lives. Jonghyun was leaving to do a few shows overseas next week. Key was working on designs for a clothing line he wanted to have out by March. Onew didn’t really talk much since he and I work in the same place and it wasn’t too exciting talking about it. We end dinner with a birthday cake, this time Key baked it, and presents.
The six of us are huddled outside the restaurant as we bid each other good bye. My arms are wrapped tightly around Taemin’s waist, head resting on top of his, and he’s leaning back into me. The other two couples are in similar positions.
“Yeobo, can we stop by and get some donuts on the way home?” Key asks his husband.
“But we just ate honey.”
“But not donuts and little Onkey wants donuts.”
“Fine, whatever our little Onkey and my beloved Bummie wants, we’ll get.”
“Yay! Thank you,” he places a kiss on the other’s cheek.
“We better get going baby,” Jonghyun says, “This is the first night we’ve had to ourselves in months. Let’s not waste it, who knows when we’ll get he chance to try again.”
“Wait,” I look over at them, “You two are trying to get pregnant? After you just told us not to have kids?”
“Well, yeah,” Jonghyun says, “We already have a child. So there’s no use in following our own advice. It would be like the pot calling the kettle black.”
“I guess,” I reply, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me though Jazzy.”
“Well Jjongie and I just decided to start trying again yesterday. So I haven’t had the chance to tell anyone yet,” she answers.
“You could’ve told me when you came by the office today.”
“Sorry?”
“Mehrong.”
“Whatever. Not like you totally didn’t lie about you and Taemin trying to get pregnant before you decided to join us for dinner.”
“We’re not trying to get pregnant,” Taemin answers.
“Well you might as well be trying since you two seem to be doing it a lot lately.”
“Oh they’re just horny,” Key states, “They were on the verge of doing it when I called them earlier.”
“I swear rabbits would look on you two in amazement,” Onew jokes.
“Okay, how about we stop talking about mine and Taemin’s sex life? It’s just weird,” I say.
“Oh we passed weird a long time ago. After Taemin asked me what I did to Jjongie that night at the beach house way back when,” Jazzy laughs.
“You asked her what?” I look down at him.
“Well I was wondering what made him get so loud all of a sudden. And it’s not like you don’t enjoy it when I do it to you.”
“What is it exactly?”
“Not telling, it’s my secret weapon.”
“Okay, seriously, we gotta get going,” Jonghyun is starting to pull Jazzy away.
“Us too,” Key starts to walk in the direction of where they parked, “I’m really craving those donuts right now.”
“Good luck with the baby making!” Jazzy calls to us as Jonghyun continues to pull her to the car. I think I should be the one saying that to her.
*~*
Once we get back to the apartment, Taemin puts away the left over cake and sets my presents on the dining room table. I walk up to his back and turn him around to face me. I kiss his forehead, then both cheeks, then his nose, and finally his lips.
“Thank you for the amazing birthday baby,” I say as he snuggles into my embrace.
“It’s not over yet. I still have my last present to give you.”
“And I can’t wait to open it.”
“Well then why don’t you go watch a little TV while I get it ready for you?”
“Okay,” I kiss him one last time on the lips before heading to the living room and he heads to our bedroom, taking a bag with him. I take a seat on the couch and loosen my tie. I start to flip through the channels and find that I don’t really care what’s on. All I care about is what my wife is doing in the other room. I turn off the TV and decide to just wait in silence.
“It’s ready yeobo! Come on in!” he yells to me.
I jump off the couch and rush over to our room. I walk into a fairly dark room, there’s a soft light that’s barely enough to guide me. My jaw drops to the ground when I see Taemin sprawled out on the bed, his naked body covered in icing. There’s a bow placed on his crotch and a candle in each hand.
“Come and blow out your candles so you can unwrap your last gift,” he says to me in the most seductive voice I’ve ever heard.
“With pleasure,” I throw off my clothes as I make my way to the bed. The candles are now in his mouth and I lean over to blow them out. I remove them from his mouth and set them on the night stand. I bring my lips down to his and we share a heated kiss.
“Happy birthday again baby. You like your last present?” he asks once we break for air.
“Best present I’ve gotten all day.”
“Well then you better hurry up and finish unwrapping it so you can enjoy it to it’s full extent.”
I give him a smirk before ripping the bow off of him and then bring my tongue down to start licking the icing off his body. I was definitely going to be hyper later, what with all the sugar I’ve consumed today. I hope Taemin wasn't planning on getting any sleep tonight.
"Baby," I say into his mouth.
"Hm?"
"Let's go for twins."
AUTHOR: giveitupjessica
PAIRINGS: 2min, Jazzhyun, Onkey
RATING: G-NC-17
GENRE: AU, Romance, Comedy
SUMMARY: A collection of side stories to go with The Paper Series. A little insight to what the six friends were like before and after the series. (I seriously suck at summaries)
A/N: So like I promised, here it is! I was supposed to post this one yesterday, on Minho's bday, but I didn't finish it in time. Oh well. Anyways, so I have officially started this. I probably won't update it as often as my other fics. Perhaps once a week or every other week. I'll be taking requests for oneshots! to go with this series and will do my best to fulfill them. I know people want to see what they were like in high school and a little backstory for Onkey. Anything else? Anyways, this one is for my lovelies annyeonghase_yo, boondoks1, and kaybee38! I hope you guys like it!
PAPER CARDS-- MINHO'S FIRST BIRTHDAY WITH HIS NEW WIFE
“Buggy! I said don’t run! Aish, this child!” I hear coming from the other side of my office door. It isn’t long before insistent knocking fills the room.
“MINHO APPA! MINHO APPA! MINHO APPA! YOOGEUNNIE IS HERE! LET ME IN! PLEEEEEEASE!” his voice yells and I can’t help the smile that’s spreading on my face as I go to open the door.
“Yoogeun-ah!” I crouch down and open my arms. He immediately runs into them and I lift him up.
“Hey Minho!” Jazzy says as she walks in the door and closes it behind her. She walks up to me and places a kiss on my cheek, “Happy birthday!”
“Thank you and what about you huh?” I tickle the little boy in my arms, “You’re not going to wish Minho appa a happy birthday?”
“I was!” he pouts but can’t stop giggling when my fingers attack his tummy again, “HAPPY BIRFDAY MINHO APPA FROM YOOGEUNNIE!”
“Aw, thank you. Appa ppoppo,” I pucker my lips and he gives me a kiss before patting my cheek.
“Where’s Taeminnie appa?” he asks.
“He’s at home.”
“Why?”
“He said he’s preparing something for my birthday.”
“What?” I smile at the way his eyes light up with excitement.
“He didn’t tell me. It’s a surprise.”
“Surprise!” he throw his hands up and I laugh.
“Unless you know what my wife is up to?” I turn to Jazzy who has been oddly quiet since she walked in. I realize why when I see her standing in a far off corner, phone up to her ear, talking in a hushed voice, “Jazzy!”
She turns to face me and holds up a finger before turning back around. She’s on the phone for about five more minutes before she throws her phone back in her purse and walks back to us, “Sorry. It was Jjongie.”
“APPA?!” Yoogeun starts to look around and push away from me so I can put him back on the ground. I do what he wants and set him on the ground. He takes off, running around my office looking for his appa.
“Buggy, appa isn’t here. Remember, he went to work this morning,” Jazzy says and we go take a seat on the couch.
“What did he need?” I ask her.
“He just wanted to make sure he knew what time your celebration was tonight. He’s trying to get as much done so he can try to leave early tonight. He wants to make sure he’s able to drop Buggy off with me before dinner.”
“Yoogeunnie is going to papa and mama’s house tonight!” the little boy yells in excitement as he climbs onto his mom’s lap.
“You are?” I ask and I pinch his chubby cheeks.
“Ne. Mama Song said she’s bringing me my favorite cake for dessert tonight.”
“So you get one of Mama Song’s famous cakes and it’s not even your birthday. How fair is that?”
“Oh so I’m guessing you don’t want any of this then,” I watch as Jazzy picks up a bag that I didn’t notice sitting beside the couch. She pulls out Tupperware and holds it up.
“I want! I want!” I hold out my hands and she places the Tupperware in them. I open it up and take a big whiff of the sugary sweet goodness that’s inside, “Mango?”
“Yup. Of course I’d bake your favorite for your birthday.”
“Me too umma! Me too!”
“Oh right, Buggy helped too.”
“Did you?”
“Ne.”
“Well then thank you,” I place a kiss on his forehead and he giggles, “I can’t wait to dig into these cupcakes. They smell so good.”
I’m about to grab one, but Jazzy stops me, “Wait. Before you start devouring them.”
“What?” I whine, “I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast and it’s already past lunch.”
“Quit whining. You’re worst than Buggy sometimes,” she moves the little boy from her lap so that he’s sitting on the couch between us. She starts digging through her purse. Great now I’ll have to wait forever to eat one of these cupcakes, “Ah ha! Here they are.”
“What umma?” Yoogeun starts to pull at his mom’s arm to see what she’s holding. I have to wrap an arm around his waist to stop him from falling off the couch. She holds up a box of candles and a lighter. She starts to put candles into the cupcakes, handing Yoogeun a couple so he can help as well.
“Minho can you hold him while I light the candles?” she asks.
“Sure thing,” I use my arms that’s around him to pull him close while Jazzy lights the candles.
“Okay Buggy,” she says, taking the little boy into her lap again, “Remember the song I taught you for Minho appa’s birthday? The one we practiced during breakfast this morning?”
“Ne.”
“You ready to sing it?”
“Ne.”
“Okay. We’ll count to three then sing it,” he nods at her then turns to look at me. They count to three and then start singing the birthday song. Jazzy has to help him with some of the words, but I have to say it was the cutest thing ever. Half of what he was singing was gibberish, but I loved every second of it. He was truly an amazing kid.
“HAPPY BIRFDAY MINHO APPA! MAKE A WISH!” his hands are above his head and clapping.
“Happy Birthday Minho! Blow out your candles and make a wish,” Jazzy says to me as well.
I close my eyes and make a silent wish before blowing out my candles. Yoogeun erupts into cheers and more clapping. Jazzy just laughs at her son and pats my leg. I start to remove the candles from the treats in front of me before taking out one, I’m about to hand it to Yoogeun but Jazzy stops me again.
“You’re the birthday boy. You get the first piece of cake.”
“But I’d feel bad eating it in front of him. He should eat one first.”
“He’ll be fine. Eat one already. Let me know how they taste.”
“Okay,” I place the Tupperware on the coffee table and unwrap the cupcake in my hand. I take a huge bite of it, eating half of it, I close my eyes and savor the flavors playing on my tongue, “Best cupcake ever!”
“Yay!” Jazzy starts to clap now and I hand a cupcake to both her and Yoogeun. Jazzy puts hers aside to help her son eat. She grabs the container of wet wipes from her purse and places them beside her. I swear she had everything in that damn purse of hers.
“So do you know what my lovely wife has up his sleeves? He was pretty much pushing me out the door this morning,” I ask, grabbing another cupcake.
“Now what fun would it be to ruin the surprise your wife has for you? Besides, it’s against our code to rat each other out,” she pulls a wipe from the container and starts to clean up her son. I’m not sure how he got icing in so many places from just one cupcake. There wasn’t even that much icing on it to begin with.
“You’re no fun,” I pout and them grimace when she takes the wet wipe to my face, “YAH! You’re not my umma! Don’t groom me!”
“Oh but remember, you, Taeminnie, and Jjongie are my kids,” she teases.
We talk a little bit more before she says she has to go. Apparently she has to go and pick up some things for Yoogeun to take to my parent’s house. I think she’s really going to get my present. I grab our trash from the table and wake her to the door, tossing it in the garbage on the way there.
“Umma! No forget!” Yoogeun says from my arms.
“Oh I’m sorry Buggy. Thank you for reminding me,” and she’s digging through her purse again.
“What the fuck do you have in there?” I ask and I try to sneak a peek inside, but she moves away.
“Minho, language. It’s bad enough that Jjongie forgets to censor his mouth around him. He just now stopped saying a-s-s-wipe.”
I laugh as I remember last week when Yoogeun would randomly shout out the word. Jazzy told me later that Jonghyun made the mistake of letting it slip out while they were driving one day when someone almost side swiped them.
“Sorry. But seriously, what do you have in there. I swear there’s like no bottom to it.”
“It’s the dark abyss that is my purse. I have everything in here. My whole life really,” she finally pulls out a small box and hands it to Yoogeun.
“Thank you umma.”
“You’re welcome.”
He shoves the box in my face, “From Yoogeunnie.”
“Is that a present for me?”
“Ne.”
“Well thank you. I will open it later though okay? Minho appa needs to get back to work now. You behave for umma okay?”
“Ne.”
“Good boy,” I give him a kiss and then hand him back over to Jazzy.
“I’ll see you tonight. Happy birthday again,” she says giving me another kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you,” I return her kiss and they leave, Yoogeun waving frantically at me as they get further down the hall and eventually disappear around the corner.
*~*
“Babe?” I call out when I walk through the door. I heard shuffling and the next thing I know, my bag is dropping to the floor and I’m stumbling back as Taemin jumps on me.
“You’re home!” he exclaims wrapping his arms and legs around me as I grab the wall to steady us.
“Is this how you’re going to greet me every day when I return from work?” I ask him, placing a kiss on his lips.
“No, just for today since it’s your birthday,” he starts to plant kisses all over my face. I reach down and grab my bag off the floor, my other arm coming up to rest under his butt just in case he falls. I walk further into our apartment, throwing my bag near the couch, he’s still kissing me all over. Except now, it’s not as innocent as the ones before. Now he’s working on my neck and he isn’t just kissing. He’s sucking, nipping, and licking as well.
“So,” I say as I enter our bedroom, “How about we have a little repeat of the morning birthday sex you woke me up for? And can I just say, that was the best way to wake up.”
“You wouldn’t have had to wait until after work to get more birthday sex if you had just taken the day off yeobo,” he says to me after I lay him down on the bed.
“Mm,” I respond as I start to pay attention to his neck as well.
“I mean, seriously who works on their birthday? Oh right, my workaholic husband. And here I was, your poor lonely wife, horny as hell and no one to play with.”
“Well I’ll play with you now,” I capture his lips and his hands immediately wrap around my neck, pulling me down to deepen the kiss. I’m just about to ask for entrance into his mouth when his phone goes off.
“I need to get that,” he murmurs into my mouth.
“No you don’t.”
“Yes I do, it might be Key umma.”
“So? Your husband is here and wants to play. Isn’t that more important?”
“Minho,” he pushes me off of him.
“Ugh, seriously?!” I whine.
“We’ll play in a little bit,” he winks at me before answering his phone, “Hello? Oh hi Jazzy noona… No… Oh really?”
I stare at him, seriously baffled that he would stop the beginnings of us having sex to gossip with Jazzy. I let out a frustrated sigh as I lay my head back on the bed again. I hear him giggle and then climb on top of me. He’s still talking on the phone as he straddles me and starts to let his hands wander. He’s slowly undressing me and I can’t help but think it’s a little weird that he’s being so seductive with his body motions, but his voice is innocent and cute.
“No, I’m not,” he says into the phone as his hands start to undo my pants. I reach my own hands up and pull his shirt off his head before working on his pants as well, “Is that Yoogeunnie screaming in the background? He’s talking so much now… He what?... Really now? Then I think Minho has been in that same stage since we got married…”
I raise a questioning eyebrow at him and he just shakes his head. I shrug it off as I start to pull his pants down to free his growing erection. Much to my dismay, he slaps my hand away before I can wrap my fingers around it. He wiggles his finger at me and I groan. Seriously?! He needs to get off the phone or I’m going to the bathroom to start without him.
“Okay noona, I have to go. The birthday boy is getting impatient… No, we were not doing that… Shut up! I said we weren’t… Fine… Yeah… I’ll see you tonight then… Yeah, that’s the one… Bye,” I’m relieved when he finally hangs up the phone. I grab it from his hand and chuck it across the room.
“Minho!” he says, eyes wide as he turns his head in the direction that his phone flew, “You probably just broke my phone!”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” I flip him over so that his back is on the bed again and I start to trail kisses all over his body. He seems to forget all about his phone and his moans quickly fill the room. His hands are back to my pants, which he had abandoned halfway through the call with Jazzy, and were now pushing them down.
“Yeobo,” he moans, “We need to start getting ready. Our reservations are in less than two hours.”
“That’s more than enough time,” I mumble into his chest, making my way over to his nipple.
“It’s gonna be traffic. It’ll take us at least a half hour to get there.”
“So? Not like they can start the celebration without me. I’m the birthday boy.”
“Let’s at least take this to the shower then.”
“Sounds good to me, as long as I get to have you, I don’t care where it is,” I wrap my arms around him just as his legs wrap around my waist. I lift us off the bed and head towards the bathroom. His mouth latches onto my neck the entire way there. I don’t even bother closing the door once we’re inside, not like there’s anyone living with us anymore. I step into the shower and reach behind him to turn on the water.
*~*
I must admit that the sex we just had in the shower was probably the best shower sex we’ve ever had. I don’t know what the hell is in the water today, but damn was it amazing. Taemin was a lot more frisky and I enjoyed every last bit of it. This was slowly turning out to be the best birthday ever.
“Yeobo,” he says, walking over to me. His shirt was still unbuttoned and flowing behind him as he came to me.
“Yeah?”
“Where’s my black tie? I thought I set it out on the dresser last night, but now I can’t find it. Have you seen it?” he’s standing beside me at our closet, thumbing through our countless number of ties. There had to be a good 20 black ones alone.
“Why not just wear one of those?” I motion to the row of black ties.
“I don’t want to. The one I had set out was made out of the same material that the jacket I’m wearing tonight is made out of.”
“You’re hanging out with Key and Jazzy too much.”
“Well what do you expect? I’m pretty much a housewife and so are they.”
“The real housewives of Seoul,” I say and it earns me a smack on the arm, “Ouch. I was just joking baby.”
“Help me find my tie!”
“Okay, just let me finish getting dressed,” I finish buttoning up my shirt and then reach over him to grab a purple tie from our collection. He turns around to face me and takes it from my hands, “I love this.”
“Love what?” he asks as he starts to tie the tie.
“You doing my tie. It’s one of the many things I love about being married to you,” I bend down and kiss him softly on the lips.
“You do the same for me,” he replies and adjusts the tie to fit snugly around my neck.
“I know, but I still love it. You wanna know what I love even more than you tying my tie?”
“What?” he’s turned back to the ties and is searching through them again.
“I love calling you my wife,” I whisper into his ear, arms snacking around his slim waist, head resting on his shoulder.
“Aw,” he turns in my arms to face me, arms coming up to wrap behind my neck, “And I love calling you my husband.”
We start to make out, forgetting all about the tie he was searching for. Now I’m really starting to think that there’s something in the water because this isn’t even one of more heated make out sessions, but I can definitely feel a bulge rubbing against the one that was slowly growing in my own pants. I walk forward, pressing him up against the nearest wall. My hands slowly roaming over his body as soft mewls escape his lips. Once again, before things can go any further, his phone goes off. What the fuck? I thought I broke that stupid thing. What the hell is his phone made out of?
“Omo!” he pushes me away and runs in the direction the sound is coming from, I let out a groan, “I thought you broke it when you threw it across the room.”
“Apparently I didn’t throw it hard enough,” I say under my breath.
“Did you say something yeobo?” he asks as he picks up his phone and checks the display.
“Nope. I’ll just find your tie,” I say before I start to mumble curses under my breath.
“Annyeong Key umma!” he says brightly into the phone, “Yes, it’s in 45 minutes… No, not that one. The one on the other side of town… Yeah, that one… Yeah. Is that all you need?... Okay… I’ll see you in a little bit then… Bye umma!”
“I found the tie,” I hold it up in front of me.
“Oh!” he runs towards me and I start to put it on him, “Where did you find it?”
“Over on the night stand.”
“On the night stand. I don’t remember putting it there. Oh wait… Never mind, now I remember. I put it there while I was getting your birthday present ready earlier.”
“When do I get my present by the way?” I ask him just as I finish with his tie.
“After dinner tonight.”
“Do I get a hint as to what it is?”
“Nope. It’s a surprise. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it though. But don’t worry, I got you something you can open during dinner as well.”
“I get two presents?”
“You can say that,” he winks at me and starts to walk out of the room, “Come on. We should get going. Key umma says that traffic is bad. And the sooner we go to dinner, the sooner I can give you your present.”
I follow him out the door about five minutes later. His hand laced with mine as we walk out into the cold, winter night. I still couldn’t believe all that we’ve been through together to lead up to this exact moment. This was my first birthday we would be spending together as a married couple. I look down at him and he must feel my eyes on him because he looks up at me seconds later. We exchange warm smiles and I kiss the top of his head. When we reach my car, I open the door for him, sneaking another kiss before buckling him in. I then rush over to the driver’s side and get in as well. I buckle myself in and start the car.
It was a bit uncomfortable driving, since I was still pretty aroused from earlier. I didn’t have time to fix my problem. And it didn’t help that Taemin’s hand was on my thigh. I mean granted, that’s where it always is when we’re in the car, but still it wasn’t helping my problem. When we hit a red light, he starts to rub my thigh as he sings along to the song playing through the stereo. I wanna tell him to just move his hand up a little further and into my pants, but it probably wouldn’t be the best idea. I was driving. I shouldn’t be distracted. He seems to know the thoughts that are going through my head because he’s rubbing me a little harder and his hand is creeping up higher. I look over at him when we hit another red light, but he’s staring out the window. I look down at his crotch and see that he is having the same problem as me. I’ll make sure to help us both with our problems when we get to the restaurant.
I probably drive a little on the reckless side just to get to the restaurant faster. Just so I can relieve us both. It didn’t help that his hand was pretty much ghosting over my crotch by the time we reached the parking lot. I throw the car into park in a secluded corner of the parking lot, I don’t bother turning it off and just leave it running. I climb into the backseat before pulling Taemin back there with me before he has time to think or say a word.
“You are being very naughty,” I say to him as I crash our lips together.
“Like I said earlier, I was home alone all day, horny as hell. Can you blame me?”
“Clothes off now!” I order him.
“Far be it from me to deny the birthday boy,” we both start to undress, throwing our clothes into dark corners of the car. His legs are wrapped around me before I can even finish pulling off my pants and boxers.
“Gosh Minnie. Why do you have to be so fucking sexy? I’ve never had so much sex in a relationship in my life,” I’m go straight for his collarbones because I know how sensitive they are.
“Are you complaining?” he asks before a moan escapes his mouth.
“No, far from it. I’m just saying, you turn me on so much.”
“Say that to me in ten years and you’ll be greatly rewarded.”
“You’ll always be a turn on me baby,” I tell him and he pulls me down for a sloppy kiss. Our bodies begin to rub together more, our arousals along with it, slowly building up a sheen of sweat on both of us. I make my way down to his neck, he moves his head to the side so I can reach it better.
“Minho, I need you,” he moans as suck on his shoulder. I bring my fingers up to his mouth, “No, I need you now. I can’t wait.”
I look up at him, “But it’ll hurt and you’ll be sore.”
“I don’t care. Just please… I need you baby.”
“Okay,” I kiss him on the lips. We fumble around with our position so that we can both be comfortable when I enter him. The backseat isn’t as big as I thought it was. But we eventually find a position that works. One of his legs on top of the center console of the front seat while the other rests on top of the backseat with me resting between them.
“You sure you’re comfortable? I can’t help but think you might be straining your muscles in that position,” I stare at him. I mean he looked absolutely delectable in that position to me, but it didn’t look so comfortable for him.
“I’m fine yeobo, just get inside me already. The others are still waiting for us inside.”
“Let them wait. I’m the birthday boy and right now, I want to celebrate with my wife,” I kiss him again as I position myself at his entrance. I wait for the kiss to get intense and full of passion before I thrust into him in one go. His lips break from mine, letting out a loud moan as his back arches. I’m not sure if the moan was from pleasure or pain. I don’t care, my mind is starting to get hazy as the only thing I can think of now is making love to him. Nice, rough love.
“Move yeobo,” he breathes out, “Fucking move. Please!”
“So impatient,” I pull myself out almost all the way and then angle myself just right before pushing back into him. I know I’m going to hit his prostate before it even happens. We’ve had sex so many times that I could pretty much hit his prostate spot on if I wanted to.
“FUCK MINHO! DO IT AGAIN!” I do as he wants and hit his prostate again. Both of our breaths are starting to get heavy as moans continue to escape our mouths. I can see that the windows are starting to fog up and hope that no one is walking anywhere near out car at right now. The last thing I want is someone to start knocking on the windows of the car and interrupting us.
The thought of that happening only causes me to become more frantic. Wanting to get us both to our release sooner so I start to pick up my pace, “Damn Minnie, you’re so fucking tight.”
“Keep going yeobo! I’m getting close,” he starts to thrust up to me and his legs wrap around my torso. The pleasure is getting to my head and I can barely think straight at this point. The feeling of him tight around my shaft is even more enjoyable than normal. Seriously, what the fuck was up with the water during our shower earlier.
“Yeobo, I wanna ride you,” he says into my neck and I don’t think before we start to adjust our positions again. I end up hitting my head on the ceiling of the car and he hits his on the window. We both rub the spots on each other, but continue to do what we’re doing. Eventually, I’m seated on the backseat and he’s in my lap. His hands are resting on my shoulder, his head is thrown back, and he’s bouncing up and down on my cock. I hold onto his waist tightly as my head drops back onto the back of the seat.
“Minnie,” I breathe out.
“I know, me too,” he says to me before I can even finish my train of thought.
Within the next few seconds we’re both screaming each others names as we hit our climax together. His bouncing turns into a gentle rock as we ride out our orgasms together. I bring his lips to mine for a sweet kiss and we end up making out until we’ve both come down from our high.
He pulls away from me and whispers in my ear, “Happy birthday yeobo. Consider this a little preview of what I have in store for you tonight.”
“Well then we’ll just have to eat and run tonight because I can’t wait to see what else you have in store for me,” I bury my head in his neck and he brings his hand up to stroke my hair.
“Come on yeobo, we better get inside,” I take that moment to thrust up and he slaps my chest, “I don’t mean that inside jerkface.”
“Well all I heard is ‘get inside’ and I just wanted to remind you that I already am,” this warrants another hit, but I shrug it off.
“I’m serious,” he looks back at the clock on the dash, “We were supposed to be in there like half and hour ago. And we got here early.”
“Well sorry for being a thorough person.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you being thorough yeobo. I’m just saying that they’ve all been waiting for us for awhile now. It’s rude to keep people waiting.”
“Now the party don’t start ‘til I walk in,” I sing in response and again I get hit, “Babe, I don’t think it’s fair that you keep hitting me on my birthday.”
“You’re being stupid. And if you’re being stupid, I will hit you regardless of what day it is.”
“You have been hanging out with Key too much. The next thing I know you’ll be carrying around a damn spatula just to hit me with it.”
“Don’t test me Minho. I can always just conveniently forget about your present later.”
“Oh shit. I’m sorry baby,” I start to kiss all over his face and neck. My kissing turns into sucking when he let’s out a moan when I hit his sweet spot.
“Yeobo, we don’t have time for another round. We need go inside. I mean it,” he finally gets off of my lap and we both hiss at the sudden loss of contact. He leans over me and starts to gather our clothes. Dressing in the backseat is a lot harder than getting undressed. It doesn’t help that I have long limbs. This is the first time I’ve ever cursed them. Taemin, on the other time, has no problem getting dressed. Probably because he’s so damn flexible. Another thing I’m thankful I’ve learned about him since we got married. Flexibility makes for a very interesting night.
We’re both fully dressed and presentable again in about ten minutes. I lean over to the front seat and switch off the car before opening the door and getting out. Taemin slides out after me and I grab his hand to help him out. I pull him close to keep him warm from the cold winter night as we make our way to the restaurant. I open the door for him and we step inside the building. He walks up to the maitre’d and tells him about our reservations. We’re being guided through the crowded space to a secluded area where they have blocked it off with a couple folding screens.
“Finally, the birthday boy is here!” I hear Jonghyun exclaim as we round the screen. I smile as I see my closest friends sitting around the table. This was definitely the perfect way to spend my birthday. I was planning on celebrating with my family tomorrow, but tonight it was just for friends and my wife.
“Sorry,” Taemin says as I pull his chair out for him and he takes a seat, “Traffic was really bad.”
“Uh huh,” Jazzy replies, head hidden behind a menu, “That’s why Jjongie and I saw your car parked in a dark corner of the lot over half an hour ago.”
“BUSTED!” Onew laughs.
“Are you sure it was my car? I mean it is dark so it would be easy to mistake my car for another.”
“I was with you when you bought it and I’ve ridden in it enough to be able to recognize it Minho.”
“I’m sure you were mistaken Jazzy. Minnie and I just got here.”
“Whatever you say,” she turns to Jonghyun, “It seems like they’re going through the same phase that our Yoogeunnie is going through.”
“Oh and what phase is that Jazzy?” Onew asks her.
She sets the menu down in front of her, “Buggy refuses to wear clothes which is why we were late as well. We were struggling to get him into his pajamas.”
“What do you mean he refuses to wear clothes?”
“Just that. He doesn’t like to wear clothes. I mean he’ll wear them when we’re out in public, like when he’s at daycare, but the moment we’re home, he’s stripping. At least he doesn’t take off everything, he stops at his underwear. And that’s all he’ll wear until we have to wrestle him into clothes the next morning.”
“You let him sleep in just his underwear?” Key asks.
“Yeah. At least now we do. We used to make him wear pajamas, but he’d get up in the middle of the night and take them off. So there’s no point. We just pile blankets on him now.”
“Have you guys ordered already?” Taemin asks out of the blue, nose buried in the menu.
“It would have been rude for us to order before the birthday boy arrived. Oh and happy birthday by the way,” Jonghyun says and everyone else around the table also wish me a happy birthday.
The table is silent as we all start to look over the menu again. Even though there are six menus, one for each of us, we’re only using three. Each couple sharing a menu, having private discussions of what to get behind them. The waiter comes by ten minutes later and we give him our order. We all settle back and relax more once the waiter is gone. Jazzy’s phone goes off not too long after that though.
“Sorry guys,” she puts the phone to her ear, “Hi appa… It’s okay, is everything alright with Buggy?... Oh really? I’m surprised he kept them on for that long… No, he’s just going through a phase… Yeah, nothing to worry about… Don’t bother, he’s only going to take them off again… Yeah, I wonder that as well.”
I laugh when I can suddenly hear Yoogeun screaming in the background. My guess is that he took off his clothes and now umma was trying to get him dressed. Jazzy pulls the phone from her ear as his screaming gets louder. When it seems like it stopped, she holds it up to her ear again.
“Appa, tell umma not to bother… Oh, okay… Hi Buggy!... Are you being a good boy?... I know you don’t want to, but it’s cold in the house… Well at least wear your sweater… No?... Buggy, you don’t talk to adults like that. Tell them you’re sorry… No, now… Kim Yoogeun, you say you’re sorry to papa right now… Thank you… Now be a good boy and listen to them… Umma and appa love you too. Now give the phone back to papa. We’ll call when it’s your bedtime okay? Love you… No problem. We’ll see you tomorrow… Don’t be afraid to punish him if he’s being bad… Love you too… Bye.”
She tosses the phone back into her purse and turns to us, “Have I ever told you guys NOT to have kids?”
“Jazzy,” Taemin starts.
“Don’t get me wrong, Jjongie and I love Buggy with all our hearts and wouldn’t trade him for the world, but sometimes. Well I guess it’s too late to say this to you two,” she gestures to Onew and a just barely showing Key.
Yes, Key was pregnant. None of us thought guys could get pregnant. But we were wrong, apparently a small population of us can. And being the diva that he is, Key became one of the few who are able to.
“Yoogeunnie’s favorite word these days is ‘no,’” Jonghyun tells us, “Everything you say to him is ‘no.’ No matter what it is, it’s always ‘no.’”
“But Yoogeunnie is so cute!” Key exclaims and I’m surprised this is the first time he’s talked all night. Although he was sitting there rubbing his stomach since we got here. I’m thinking he was feeling a little nauseous.
“Key umma,” Taemin says as he leans over to the older one, “You’re finally starting to show!”
“What’s that supposed to mean Taemin?” Key asks, starting to get defensive.
“It means you’re showing,” I watch as my wife starts to rubbing the small belly on the diva who doesn’t look too happy about it.
“Are you saying I’m fat?”
“What? No! Of course not!” Taemin holds his hands up in defense.
“Oh and the hormones kick in,” Jazzy giggles.
“You better not be saying I’m fat or I will cock block you for a month!” Key threatens.
“I wasn’t umma, I swear. I LOVE YOU!” Taemin does his best aegyo and hugs Key until his face finally softens and he hugs him back.
The rest of dinner was spent talking about what was going on in our lives. Jonghyun was leaving to do a few shows overseas next week. Key was working on designs for a clothing line he wanted to have out by March. Onew didn’t really talk much since he and I work in the same place and it wasn’t too exciting talking about it. We end dinner with a birthday cake, this time Key baked it, and presents.
The six of us are huddled outside the restaurant as we bid each other good bye. My arms are wrapped tightly around Taemin’s waist, head resting on top of his, and he’s leaning back into me. The other two couples are in similar positions.
“Yeobo, can we stop by and get some donuts on the way home?” Key asks his husband.
“But we just ate honey.”
“But not donuts and little Onkey wants donuts.”
“Fine, whatever our little Onkey and my beloved Bummie wants, we’ll get.”
“Yay! Thank you,” he places a kiss on the other’s cheek.
“We better get going baby,” Jonghyun says, “This is the first night we’ve had to ourselves in months. Let’s not waste it, who knows when we’ll get he chance to try again.”
“Wait,” I look over at them, “You two are trying to get pregnant? After you just told us not to have kids?”
“Well, yeah,” Jonghyun says, “We already have a child. So there’s no use in following our own advice. It would be like the pot calling the kettle black.”
“I guess,” I reply, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me though Jazzy.”
“Well Jjongie and I just decided to start trying again yesterday. So I haven’t had the chance to tell anyone yet,” she answers.
“You could’ve told me when you came by the office today.”
“Sorry?”
“Mehrong.”
“Whatever. Not like you totally didn’t lie about you and Taemin trying to get pregnant before you decided to join us for dinner.”
“We’re not trying to get pregnant,” Taemin answers.
“Well you might as well be trying since you two seem to be doing it a lot lately.”
“Oh they’re just horny,” Key states, “They were on the verge of doing it when I called them earlier.”
“I swear rabbits would look on you two in amazement,” Onew jokes.
“Okay, how about we stop talking about mine and Taemin’s sex life? It’s just weird,” I say.
“Oh we passed weird a long time ago. After Taemin asked me what I did to Jjongie that night at the beach house way back when,” Jazzy laughs.
“You asked her what?” I look down at him.
“Well I was wondering what made him get so loud all of a sudden. And it’s not like you don’t enjoy it when I do it to you.”
“What is it exactly?”
“Not telling, it’s my secret weapon.”
“Okay, seriously, we gotta get going,” Jonghyun is starting to pull Jazzy away.
“Us too,” Key starts to walk in the direction of where they parked, “I’m really craving those donuts right now.”
“Good luck with the baby making!” Jazzy calls to us as Jonghyun continues to pull her to the car. I think I should be the one saying that to her.
*~*
Once we get back to the apartment, Taemin puts away the left over cake and sets my presents on the dining room table. I walk up to his back and turn him around to face me. I kiss his forehead, then both cheeks, then his nose, and finally his lips.
“Thank you for the amazing birthday baby,” I say as he snuggles into my embrace.
“It’s not over yet. I still have my last present to give you.”
“And I can’t wait to open it.”
“Well then why don’t you go watch a little TV while I get it ready for you?”
“Okay,” I kiss him one last time on the lips before heading to the living room and he heads to our bedroom, taking a bag with him. I take a seat on the couch and loosen my tie. I start to flip through the channels and find that I don’t really care what’s on. All I care about is what my wife is doing in the other room. I turn off the TV and decide to just wait in silence.
“It’s ready yeobo! Come on in!” he yells to me.
I jump off the couch and rush over to our room. I walk into a fairly dark room, there’s a soft light that’s barely enough to guide me. My jaw drops to the ground when I see Taemin sprawled out on the bed, his naked body covered in icing. There’s a bow placed on his crotch and a candle in each hand.
“Come and blow out your candles so you can unwrap your last gift,” he says to me in the most seductive voice I’ve ever heard.
“With pleasure,” I throw off my clothes as I make my way to the bed. The candles are now in his mouth and I lean over to blow them out. I remove them from his mouth and set them on the night stand. I bring my lips down to his and we share a heated kiss.
“Happy birthday again baby. You like your last present?” he asks once we break for air.
“Best present I’ve gotten all day.”
“Well then you better hurry up and finish unwrapping it so you can enjoy it to it’s full extent.”
I give him a smirk before ripping the bow off of him and then bring my tongue down to start licking the icing off his body. I was definitely going to be hyper later, what with all the sugar I’ve consumed today. I hope Taemin wasn't planning on getting any sleep tonight.
"Baby," I say into his mouth.
"Hm?"
"Let's go for twins."