Simple and Clean
TITLE: Simple and Clean (Sequel to annyeonghase_yo's Dirty Eyed Boys)
AUTHOR: giveitupjessica
PAIRING: 2min who else? ninja! jongkey
GENRE: SMUT, PWP, SMUT, AND MORE SMUT
SUMMARY: Taemin and Minho's punishment for wrestling in the mud is to do the laundry.
A/N: For my favoritest dongsaeng annyeonghase_yo get your tissues ready for a major nosebleed and a cold shower as well. ;)
“Seriously, how fair is this?” I complain as I follow Minho into the laundry room. He was effortlessly carrying one hamper and I was struggling to drag the other one.
“It isn’t, but when has the Almighty Key-va ever been fair?” he answers, looking over his shoulder at me. He chuckles before walking back to me and grabbing the hamper I was pulling. He lifts it up with his other hand and continues to the laundry room. I seriously had one strong boyfriend. Not like it was new information. I found out just how strong he was when he threw me on the bed the night after he finally got the ‘okay’ from the doctors to be active again. Granted, we both knew that the doctor meant Minho could go back to dancing and exercising, but since he was able to do those things we figured we could start having sex again as well. Don’t get me wrong we still had sex when he was injured, but it was very cautious and careful sex. Which got boring after awhile, we were both ready to just ravage each other in bed by the time he was healed well enough. That night was still on my top five best sex ever list as well as most sex in one night and roughest sex ever.
I feel an sudden ache in my pants and look down at the bulge that was starting to peek through my sweats. Just thinking about that night was turning me on like no other. I softly close the door to the room behind me and lock it. I needed a little bit of alone time to punish my boyfriend for getting a little to rough during our mud wrestling earlier.
“I don’t see what the big deal is,” I say as I walk up to his boyfriend trying to be as innocent as possible without him catching onto me, “All we did was go outside and play for a little bit.
“We were covered in mud. You know how he likes to keep this place absolutely spotless. He would have killed us on the spot if we had tracked so much as a speck of dirt into the house.”
“Well he didn’t need to wash us off like we were dogs or something,” I puff out my cheeks as I help Minho sort out the clothes, “And just because our clothes had mud on them doesn’t mean we should wash everyone’s clothes. I think we should just wash ours and leave every else’s.”
“Yes, but punishments don’t need to be fair or make sense,” he says to me, calm as ever and I was slightly irritated by it.
“How can you be so calm about this? Aren’t you pissed?”
“Oh I’m pissed because I’d prefer not to have to touch these,” he holds up a pair of Jonghyun’s boxers, “But I figure I can complain all I want, I still need to do it. Besides, I’d rather do laundry than get beaten by Key’s damn spatula. I swear, first chance I get I’m burning that thing. I don’t care what kind of punishment I get.”
“Well,” I snake my hands around his waist, “You know what I’d rather do?”
“What?” he’s throwing clothes in the washer now, rather roughly if I might add. He reaches over and grabs the detergent, adding the correct amount before shutting the lid and turning the washer on.
I go on my tippy toes and lean into his ear. I stick my tongue out and trace his lobe and I can feel him shudder, “You. You’re such a turn on when you’re pissed. Mr. Flaming Charisma.”
He turns around in my arms and captures my lips with his. I start to suck on his bottom lip and he let’s out a soft moan. I take that opportunity to slip my tongue into his mouth and his tongue starts to battle mine for dominance. His tongue was a little rough, pushing and ramming into my mouth, but I know it was because he was pissed and was using his tongue to release it. I didn’t mind it though. It actually turned me on more and I let out a moan of my own.
“YAH! I said to do the laundry NOT each other!” Key yells from the other side of the door.
“Don’t worry about him,” I say when he pulls away and glares at the door, “I made sure to lock the door after we came in.”
He looks at me and raises and eyebrow, “And why would you need to lock the door?”
“I didn’t want anyone to disturb us,” I start to kiss and suck on his neck.
“And what would they be disturbing?”
“This.”
“You had this planned.”
“Yeah. You actually made it a lot easier for me.”
“Naughty naughty.”
“Punish me.”
“Oh I will.”
“Good.”
“SERIOUSLY! The room isn’t soundproof!” Key yells, “And you’ll have to come out eventually and I will be standing right here waiting with my spatula. So I suggest you finish your punishment and come out.”
“You heard what umma said, we need to finish our punishment,” I smirk at him.
“Well we can’t disobey orders now can we?”
“No, then we’d get in more trouble.”
“And we wouldn’t want that.”
“No, not at all,” our lips are back on each other as he backs me up against the washer. The kiss gets sloppy as we start to undress each other, the need for one another intensifying ten fold. His mouth leaves mine and goes directly for the sweet spot on my shoulder, sucking on it as I let out a low moan.
“God Minnie, why do you have to be fucking irresistible? I swear you get me in so much trouble.”
“But you love it,” I reply, “Especially when I make it up to you for getting you in trouble. No more talking, just fucking now.”
“Mm,” he says and reaches grabbing both of our members in his hands. He starts to pump them both and I moan at the pleasure.
“Baby, I can’t wait anymore,” I say through moans. He doesn’t respond, just lifts me up so that I’m sitting on the washer. I wrap my legs around him and damn the vibrations of the washer was just making me harder. He leans me back so he can get into me a little easier since the washer had me up a little higher than he was used to. This is probably one of the few times where I was thankful for his freakish height.
His mouth is around my nipple and my hands go straight for his hair. And out of nowhere he rams right into me. In one go, I’m completely full and I revel in the feeling. Moans are leaving my mouth with little to no effort as he starts to thrust into me. The movement of the washer elevating the pleasure of it.
“Fuck Minho,” I scream as he hits my prostate that’s still extremely sensitive from the round we just had in the shower. His thrusts become erratic and I know that he’s getting close, but he still manages to hit my prostate dead on. I’m amazed that he’s able to stay so focused because right now the pleasure is completely impairing all my thoughts. All I can think about is his huge cock inside of me.
“Minnie,” he moans as my muscles tighten around him as my orgasm washed over me. I moan out his name as his thrusts help me ride it out. It isn’t long until he’s coming inside of me, his teeth biting down on my shoulder to control the scream I’m sure he wants to let out. I wince at how hard he bit me, but it slowly turns into a moan as he begins to suck on the spot and finishes his orgasm inside of me.
I pull his head away from my shoulder and kiss him. The kiss soft and sweet. I admit that our sex can get rough sometimes, but the kissing and cuddling afterwards was always gentle and comforting. He helps me down off the washer and we clean ourselves up before putting our clothes back on and leaving the laundry room.
“OUCH! FUCK KEY!” Minho exclaims as Key hits him with his spatula.
“That wasn’t the punishment I was referring to Choi Minho,” he smacks him again.
“Well you should have been more clear.”
“Are you getting snarky with me?” and that just sends Key over the edge, his spatula coming down on various parts of my boyfriend’s body. I flinch at each hit.
“The dryer is better,” Jonghyun says as he passes by us to get a drink from the fridge.
“Yeobo!” Key exclaims in shock.
“What?” he takes a sip from his drink, “You act like we don’t have sex whenever it’s laundry day. Remember you made it so we had laundry day twice in a week because you love having sex on the dryer so much.”
“YEOBO!”
“Umma is a freak!” I tease before I grab my boyfriend and escape to our room, making a mental note that we’ll have to try it on the dryer when we go back to finish the laundry later. But for now, the bed will just have to do.
AUTHOR: giveitupjessica
PAIRING: 2min who else? ninja! jongkey
GENRE: SMUT, PWP, SMUT, AND MORE SMUT
SUMMARY: Taemin and Minho's punishment for wrestling in the mud is to do the laundry.
A/N: For my favoritest dongsaeng annyeonghase_yo get your tissues ready for a major nosebleed and a cold shower as well. ;)
“Seriously, how fair is this?” I complain as I follow Minho into the laundry room. He was effortlessly carrying one hamper and I was struggling to drag the other one.
“It isn’t, but when has the Almighty Key-va ever been fair?” he answers, looking over his shoulder at me. He chuckles before walking back to me and grabbing the hamper I was pulling. He lifts it up with his other hand and continues to the laundry room. I seriously had one strong boyfriend. Not like it was new information. I found out just how strong he was when he threw me on the bed the night after he finally got the ‘okay’ from the doctors to be active again. Granted, we both knew that the doctor meant Minho could go back to dancing and exercising, but since he was able to do those things we figured we could start having sex again as well. Don’t get me wrong we still had sex when he was injured, but it was very cautious and careful sex. Which got boring after awhile, we were both ready to just ravage each other in bed by the time he was healed well enough. That night was still on my top five best sex ever list as well as most sex in one night and roughest sex ever.
I feel an sudden ache in my pants and look down at the bulge that was starting to peek through my sweats. Just thinking about that night was turning me on like no other. I softly close the door to the room behind me and lock it. I needed a little bit of alone time to punish my boyfriend for getting a little to rough during our mud wrestling earlier.
“I don’t see what the big deal is,” I say as I walk up to his boyfriend trying to be as innocent as possible without him catching onto me, “All we did was go outside and play for a little bit.
“We were covered in mud. You know how he likes to keep this place absolutely spotless. He would have killed us on the spot if we had tracked so much as a speck of dirt into the house.”
“Well he didn’t need to wash us off like we were dogs or something,” I puff out my cheeks as I help Minho sort out the clothes, “And just because our clothes had mud on them doesn’t mean we should wash everyone’s clothes. I think we should just wash ours and leave every else’s.”
“Yes, but punishments don’t need to be fair or make sense,” he says to me, calm as ever and I was slightly irritated by it.
“How can you be so calm about this? Aren’t you pissed?”
“Oh I’m pissed because I’d prefer not to have to touch these,” he holds up a pair of Jonghyun’s boxers, “But I figure I can complain all I want, I still need to do it. Besides, I’d rather do laundry than get beaten by Key’s damn spatula. I swear, first chance I get I’m burning that thing. I don’t care what kind of punishment I get.”
“Well,” I snake my hands around his waist, “You know what I’d rather do?”
“What?” he’s throwing clothes in the washer now, rather roughly if I might add. He reaches over and grabs the detergent, adding the correct amount before shutting the lid and turning the washer on.
I go on my tippy toes and lean into his ear. I stick my tongue out and trace his lobe and I can feel him shudder, “You. You’re such a turn on when you’re pissed. Mr. Flaming Charisma.”
He turns around in my arms and captures my lips with his. I start to suck on his bottom lip and he let’s out a soft moan. I take that opportunity to slip my tongue into his mouth and his tongue starts to battle mine for dominance. His tongue was a little rough, pushing and ramming into my mouth, but I know it was because he was pissed and was using his tongue to release it. I didn’t mind it though. It actually turned me on more and I let out a moan of my own.
“YAH! I said to do the laundry NOT each other!” Key yells from the other side of the door.
“Don’t worry about him,” I say when he pulls away and glares at the door, “I made sure to lock the door after we came in.”
He looks at me and raises and eyebrow, “And why would you need to lock the door?”
“I didn’t want anyone to disturb us,” I start to kiss and suck on his neck.
“And what would they be disturbing?”
“This.”
“You had this planned.”
“Yeah. You actually made it a lot easier for me.”
“Naughty naughty.”
“Punish me.”
“Oh I will.”
“Good.”
“SERIOUSLY! The room isn’t soundproof!” Key yells, “And you’ll have to come out eventually and I will be standing right here waiting with my spatula. So I suggest you finish your punishment and come out.”
“You heard what umma said, we need to finish our punishment,” I smirk at him.
“Well we can’t disobey orders now can we?”
“No, then we’d get in more trouble.”
“And we wouldn’t want that.”
“No, not at all,” our lips are back on each other as he backs me up against the washer. The kiss gets sloppy as we start to undress each other, the need for one another intensifying ten fold. His mouth leaves mine and goes directly for the sweet spot on my shoulder, sucking on it as I let out a low moan.
“God Minnie, why do you have to be fucking irresistible? I swear you get me in so much trouble.”
“But you love it,” I reply, “Especially when I make it up to you for getting you in trouble. No more talking, just fucking now.”
“Mm,” he says and reaches grabbing both of our members in his hands. He starts to pump them both and I moan at the pleasure.
“Baby, I can’t wait anymore,” I say through moans. He doesn’t respond, just lifts me up so that I’m sitting on the washer. I wrap my legs around him and damn the vibrations of the washer was just making me harder. He leans me back so he can get into me a little easier since the washer had me up a little higher than he was used to. This is probably one of the few times where I was thankful for his freakish height.
His mouth is around my nipple and my hands go straight for his hair. And out of nowhere he rams right into me. In one go, I’m completely full and I revel in the feeling. Moans are leaving my mouth with little to no effort as he starts to thrust into me. The movement of the washer elevating the pleasure of it.
“Fuck Minho,” I scream as he hits my prostate that’s still extremely sensitive from the round we just had in the shower. His thrusts become erratic and I know that he’s getting close, but he still manages to hit my prostate dead on. I’m amazed that he’s able to stay so focused because right now the pleasure is completely impairing all my thoughts. All I can think about is his huge cock inside of me.
“Minnie,” he moans as my muscles tighten around him as my orgasm washed over me. I moan out his name as his thrusts help me ride it out. It isn’t long until he’s coming inside of me, his teeth biting down on my shoulder to control the scream I’m sure he wants to let out. I wince at how hard he bit me, but it slowly turns into a moan as he begins to suck on the spot and finishes his orgasm inside of me.
I pull his head away from my shoulder and kiss him. The kiss soft and sweet. I admit that our sex can get rough sometimes, but the kissing and cuddling afterwards was always gentle and comforting. He helps me down off the washer and we clean ourselves up before putting our clothes back on and leaving the laundry room.
“OUCH! FUCK KEY!” Minho exclaims as Key hits him with his spatula.
“That wasn’t the punishment I was referring to Choi Minho,” he smacks him again.
“Well you should have been more clear.”
“Are you getting snarky with me?” and that just sends Key over the edge, his spatula coming down on various parts of my boyfriend’s body. I flinch at each hit.
“The dryer is better,” Jonghyun says as he passes by us to get a drink from the fridge.
“Yeobo!” Key exclaims in shock.
“What?” he takes a sip from his drink, “You act like we don’t have sex whenever it’s laundry day. Remember you made it so we had laundry day twice in a week because you love having sex on the dryer so much.”
“YEOBO!”
“Umma is a freak!” I tease before I grab my boyfriend and escape to our room, making a mental note that we’ll have to try it on the dryer when we go back to finish the laundry later. But for now, the bed will just have to do.