More
Title: More
Chapters: 1/1
Author: KiWI
Pairing: 2min
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Taemin has resisted his urges for two months. However in his recent relaspes his hyper sexuality resurfaces and his hyungs becomes his targets.
“Will you knock it off” Jonghyun said taking off his headphones. He looked over at Taemin exasperatedly. Taemin continued to stroke himself and despite his hard cock, he still couldn’t cum. He sighed in frustration. His need to cum was making him frantic and his inability to give himself pleasure was driving him insane.
He didn’t know he was going to relapse this morning. That morning, life went on as usual the same monotone routine. He left school, came home, and checked his schedule. Nothing. He thought he’d catch up on schoolwork but when he looked, he didn’t have anything to catch-up on. He went to play a video game only to realize he had beaten all the levels. Walking back to his room he picked up a book from Minho’s shelf. Minuscule, complex, and baffling words wrapped each page of the book. Tossing the book aside Taemin looked up at the ceiling pondering. He thought about the last time he actually got to kick back and relax, the time when everything wasn’t so hectic. He’d been very busy these past couple of months he’d realized. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had sex. And before he knew it, his sly hands were in his pants pumping his dick desperately.
He continued to stroke himself, glancing at Jonghyun seductively. “Don’t you want to help me, Jjongie?”
“Don’t call me that.”
Jonghyun turned away, putting his headphones back on and turning the music on full blast. He closed his eyes, trying to lose himself in the music. He could still hear Taemin over the music, just barely, but knew the maknae would give up eventually. He felt Taemin’s hands massage his head and move his headphones to his neck.
“Play with me Jonghyun.”
“Go play with Onew; I’m sure he’s desperate enough.”
Taemin’s hands went slack, falling from his shoulders as he left the room, a new target on his mind.
Jonghyun was right Onew would want him. Taemin felt himself walk a bit faster at the thought, eager to get some relief. He looked into his room, frowning when he noticed his target wasn’t inside. He left that room quickly, moving to the next and checking the bathroom. Upon reaching the living room, he felt a smile spread across his face. Onew was there, reading a small book.
Before executing his plan, he stopped himself, making sure Onew couldn’t see him. If he acted as he had with Jonghyun, Onew wouldn’t accept him. Their personalities were very different.
He took a deep breath, calming himself, if only a little. He walked up to Onew, sitting down and placing a gentle hand on his knee. He looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow at the younger.
Taemin acted shy, placing both of his hands on one of Onew’s and guiding it to the tent in his pants. He even had the audacity to blush.
“Taemin…” Onew said slowly, warningly as he tried pulling his hands back. Taemin gripped them tenaciously, holding them between his legs. Inevitably, Onew overpowered his younger and regained his hands.
“No.”
“But-!”
“No.”
And that was that. Onew went back to his book.
Taemin let out a spoiled groan as he stood up loudly, making sure to bump into Onew and knock his book out of his hands as he stomped away. Said man just calmly picked up the fallen book and continued reading.
He went back to Jonghyun.
He groaned, desperate.
“Go away, Taemin.”
“I can’t find him!” Taemin lied, wrapping his slender arms across his elder’s chest. He buried his face into Jonghyun’s back and inhaled deeply. The elder boy wiggled uncomfortably, feeling Taemin’s breath.
“Onew, come here!”
“…Is Taemin with you?” was the yelled response.
“Yeah!”
“Then no.”
“Come on Jonghyun!” Taemin keenly ripped jonghyun’s shirt off in one swift motion. He threw him on the bed, climbing on top of him.
“I’ll take you willingly or not”
Jonghyun eyes widened, fumbling to stop Taemin’s roaming hands.
“Ah, Don’t!” He yelled, when Taemin finally made it to his belt.
As soon as jonghyun heard, the sound of his zipper slide down him panicked saying “I’ll tell Key.” Taemin froze completely He looked up slowly glaring knives.
“You wouldn’t”
“I would”
Jonghyun silently rejoiced at not being raped, at least for today. Taemin frowned. Key was his only weakness. Taemin crawled across to his bed depressingly, his feet catching jonghyun in the face perhaps on purpose, as he swung his leg over. He buried himself under his blankets. Jonghyun felt bad, pitying Taemin and his shameful disease.
“Don’t look so sad Key says it’s for your own good.” Jonghyun preached while straightening his clothes and placing his headphones were they once were.
“How is Umma suppose to know what’s good for me?”
“I don’t know he just does”
“I have needs too!” jonghyun noticed a tremble in his voice; he sounded like he was on the brink of tears. Jonghyun’s guilty conscious was gnawing at him aggravatingly. He himself couldn’t help him, not if he wanted to be alive by tomorrow. Especially, since Key specifically told him not to give into Taemin’s temptations claiming that he was the most naïve. Jonghyun thought about other alternatives. Then suddenly it clicked in his head, Minho.
“Y’know you haven’t even asked Minho yet”
“Minho!” Taemin almost forgot about him. Minho was the most submissive out of all of them how could he forget him? Nonetheless, Taemin bolted from the room. He was feeling giddy just from the thought of finally getting release from his straining cock. He paused at the door, a strange nervousness creeping through him. Exhaling slowly he calmed himself and opened the door.
Minho lay peacefully on the bed, muted snores filling the room. His legs were tangled in the bed sheets and his arm was cast over his eyes. The thought of leaving and letting Minho sleep briefly crossed his mind but only briefly. Skulking to the side of the bed and hands slithering along Minho, Taemin considered the possibilities of undressing him before he woke. Minho wasn’t wearing much just a white t-shirt and red Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He felt a tightening in his silk pajama pants, there looseness making his bulge almost entirely visible.
He felt like a creeper, getting hard just by looking at someone sleep. He suddenly felt annoyed; they did this on purpose, torturing him day and night for two months. His hypersexuality was never a problem ‘till he moved into the Shinee dorm. How could it not? Being around Minho, Jonghyun, Onew, and Key 24/7 could drive a boy crazy. Especially after leaving in a world full of unsightly people, then coming into the SM Company it was like seeing the sun for the first time.
Maybe he should stop while he was ahead and leave. He’d lasted two months, two whole months and now to relapse just like this. Pathetic was what it was. He began to turn away distraughtly.
Minho groaned low and corporal, cupping his balls “Tae.”
Taemin stopped, feet still in pivotal position. That right there made his decision. Fuck the rehab, he thought, as long as there was a living body around and he was still the horny bastard he is today. He was gonna get fucked. Sliding Minho’s hand away, he began to fondle his clothed length. Minho quivered and sighed still in deep sleep. Taemin cautiously mounted the bed climbing on top of him, taking care as not to jostle him. He was on all fours not counting the hand that was still pleasing Minho. Taemin massaged more acutely as Minho got harder. He squirmed unconsciously, gentle whimpers escaping his lips. Taking the risk, Taemin leisurely pulled Minho’s briefs down. He got them around his calves before he felt an intense glaring.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Umm…laundry.”
Minho flipped them over grabbing his wrist and forcing his hands to the pillow above his head, legs trapping Taemin in place. Not that Taemin ever wanted to move from that particular position in the first place.
“You’re a fucking pervert,” Minho chided.
“And this arrangement you’ve put me in isn’t helping”
Taemin naughtily pushed up with his hips rubbing their hard cocks together. Minho suppressed a shiver. He looked Taemin over noticing it was too late. Taemin was too far-gone. His eyelids were drunk with lust and his chest heaved with anticipation. Minho tried to keep the situation serious but that only turned Taemin on more. Minho started to sit up; Taemin quickly wrapped his legs around his waist, locking his ankles, and keeping Minho from moving and causing further friction between their erections.
“Don’t do this Tae it’s been two months”
“Two months too long,”
Taemin kissed him rough. He wouldn’t last long, Taemin knew. He should’ve gone to him first.
“Don’t think I’m easy,” Minho warned, the smirk on Taemin’s face telling him that that was exactly what he was thinking. Taemin kissed him once more sweetly.
“Aish, spoiled brat” He carped in spite of the fact that he was kissing him messily and tugging his pants down.
“You got thirty minutes till Key’s here,” A prying voice shouted through the door.
“Go away you-ah!” Taemin cried out mid sentence. Wasting no time, Minho engulfed his dick. He spread Taemin’s legs wide holding his shaking legs to the bed. He fit as much as Taemin into his mouth as he could, the head of his dick hitting the back of his throat. Taemin trembled unruly, his mind resting on cloud nine. The lengthy time between his last sexual encounter and now caused his body to act like a virgin. Moaning shamelessly, his insatiable hips pushed up into Minho’s searing lips.
“More” Taemin groaned. Minho was only happy to oblige.
Throwing one of Taemin’s legs over his shoulder. He used his free hand to push two fingers through his twitching entrance. Taemin hissed at the incursion having almost forgotten about how it felt. Sucking harder, Minho brusquely thrust his fingers back and forth. It didn’t take him long to find that spot. Although Taemin almost forgot, Minho remembered exactly. He knew Tae inside and out.
“Ngh…Minho, give me more!”
Adding another finger, the thrusts became rougher and harder. Taemin swiftly grabbed his head forcing his dick further down his throat, Minho moaned uncomfortably as he tried not to gag. He shoved his fingers harshly against his prostate pushing Taemin over the edge. His toes curled and his back arched lithely. He came hard, his pleasure rocking his body violently.
“I’m home!”
Taemin’s eyes widened and he shakily shoved himself away from Minho, barely recovered from the high. Minho let out a shocked yelp, tumbling over as Taemin began to dress himself. Minho also began to dress, dazed but comprehending what was going on.
Taemin jumped over Minho, flinging his pants over to him as he left the room.
“Umma!” He cried, giving Key extra innocence.
Key caught him around the corner, snatching a hug from him. He pushed Taemin away, looking him over. His eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Taemin, what have you been doing?”
“Nothing, just sleeping.”
That would explain the mess his hair was in and how wrinkled his clothes were. Key gave him a small smile and the tilt of his head showed his curiosity with what he was thinking. He smiled back at Taemin.
He adjusted the bag on his back and shuffled past Taemin. Taemin sighed, his body shuddering with the last of his high. He turned, watching his umma turn and go into their room. His eyes widened; did Minho leave?
Minho sat on the bed normally relaxed as if nothing had happened. He was fully dressed and sitting quite comfortably on Key’s bed. However, Taemin knew the book in his lap was truly there to cover his aching erection.
“Why are you in here?”
“ ’Cuz”
“Get the hell out.”
Minho got up, taking the book with him, and walked towards the door, then stopped waiting for Key to move. Key scrutinized him suspiciously. His eyes narrowed in on his lower lip. Minho froze when his finger came up suddenly and swiped his lip. Taemin gulped, nervous. He looked at the white substance on his finger. He looked at Taemin knowingly while he tasted it. Taemin fidgeted awkwardly at the sight of Key tasting the last bit of his cum.
“You’ve been fucking?” Key asked Taemin. The younger couldn’t meet his eye, speechless
“Technically no” Minho interrupted. They didn’t have enough time for actually penetration. Key and Minho locked eyes initiating an automatic stare down. Key’s face angry and frustrated, Minho’s expressionless.
“If I ever catch you again, you will be going back to your therapist, understand?”
Taemin nodded, grabbed Minho’s wrist.
“Leave separately.”
Key shoved Minho out of the room, locking the door from the inside. He turned to glare at Taemin disappointedly as he crawled under his covers a significant smile on his face, casually ignoring Keys grumbles as he fell asleep.
Chapters: 1/1
Author: KiWI
Pairing: 2min
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Taemin has resisted his urges for two months. However in his recent relaspes his hyper sexuality resurfaces and his hyungs becomes his targets.
“Will you knock it off” Jonghyun said taking off his headphones. He looked over at Taemin exasperatedly. Taemin continued to stroke himself and despite his hard cock, he still couldn’t cum. He sighed in frustration. His need to cum was making him frantic and his inability to give himself pleasure was driving him insane.
He didn’t know he was going to relapse this morning. That morning, life went on as usual the same monotone routine. He left school, came home, and checked his schedule. Nothing. He thought he’d catch up on schoolwork but when he looked, he didn’t have anything to catch-up on. He went to play a video game only to realize he had beaten all the levels. Walking back to his room he picked up a book from Minho’s shelf. Minuscule, complex, and baffling words wrapped each page of the book. Tossing the book aside Taemin looked up at the ceiling pondering. He thought about the last time he actually got to kick back and relax, the time when everything wasn’t so hectic. He’d been very busy these past couple of months he’d realized. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had sex. And before he knew it, his sly hands were in his pants pumping his dick desperately.
He continued to stroke himself, glancing at Jonghyun seductively. “Don’t you want to help me, Jjongie?”
“Don’t call me that.”
Jonghyun turned away, putting his headphones back on and turning the music on full blast. He closed his eyes, trying to lose himself in the music. He could still hear Taemin over the music, just barely, but knew the maknae would give up eventually. He felt Taemin’s hands massage his head and move his headphones to his neck.
“Play with me Jonghyun.”
“Go play with Onew; I’m sure he’s desperate enough.”
Taemin’s hands went slack, falling from his shoulders as he left the room, a new target on his mind.
Jonghyun was right Onew would want him. Taemin felt himself walk a bit faster at the thought, eager to get some relief. He looked into his room, frowning when he noticed his target wasn’t inside. He left that room quickly, moving to the next and checking the bathroom. Upon reaching the living room, he felt a smile spread across his face. Onew was there, reading a small book.
Before executing his plan, he stopped himself, making sure Onew couldn’t see him. If he acted as he had with Jonghyun, Onew wouldn’t accept him. Their personalities were very different.
He took a deep breath, calming himself, if only a little. He walked up to Onew, sitting down and placing a gentle hand on his knee. He looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow at the younger.
Taemin acted shy, placing both of his hands on one of Onew’s and guiding it to the tent in his pants. He even had the audacity to blush.
“Taemin…” Onew said slowly, warningly as he tried pulling his hands back. Taemin gripped them tenaciously, holding them between his legs. Inevitably, Onew overpowered his younger and regained his hands.
“No.”
“But-!”
“No.”
And that was that. Onew went back to his book.
Taemin let out a spoiled groan as he stood up loudly, making sure to bump into Onew and knock his book out of his hands as he stomped away. Said man just calmly picked up the fallen book and continued reading.
He went back to Jonghyun.
He groaned, desperate.
“Go away, Taemin.”
“I can’t find him!” Taemin lied, wrapping his slender arms across his elder’s chest. He buried his face into Jonghyun’s back and inhaled deeply. The elder boy wiggled uncomfortably, feeling Taemin’s breath.
“Onew, come here!”
“…Is Taemin with you?” was the yelled response.
“Yeah!”
“Then no.”
“Come on Jonghyun!” Taemin keenly ripped jonghyun’s shirt off in one swift motion. He threw him on the bed, climbing on top of him.
“I’ll take you willingly or not”
Jonghyun eyes widened, fumbling to stop Taemin’s roaming hands.
“Ah, Don’t!” He yelled, when Taemin finally made it to his belt.
As soon as jonghyun heard, the sound of his zipper slide down him panicked saying “I’ll tell Key.” Taemin froze completely He looked up slowly glaring knives.
“You wouldn’t”
“I would”
Jonghyun silently rejoiced at not being raped, at least for today. Taemin frowned. Key was his only weakness. Taemin crawled across to his bed depressingly, his feet catching jonghyun in the face perhaps on purpose, as he swung his leg over. He buried himself under his blankets. Jonghyun felt bad, pitying Taemin and his shameful disease.
“Don’t look so sad Key says it’s for your own good.” Jonghyun preached while straightening his clothes and placing his headphones were they once were.
“How is Umma suppose to know what’s good for me?”
“I don’t know he just does”
“I have needs too!” jonghyun noticed a tremble in his voice; he sounded like he was on the brink of tears. Jonghyun’s guilty conscious was gnawing at him aggravatingly. He himself couldn’t help him, not if he wanted to be alive by tomorrow. Especially, since Key specifically told him not to give into Taemin’s temptations claiming that he was the most naïve. Jonghyun thought about other alternatives. Then suddenly it clicked in his head, Minho.
“Y’know you haven’t even asked Minho yet”
“Minho!” Taemin almost forgot about him. Minho was the most submissive out of all of them how could he forget him? Nonetheless, Taemin bolted from the room. He was feeling giddy just from the thought of finally getting release from his straining cock. He paused at the door, a strange nervousness creeping through him. Exhaling slowly he calmed himself and opened the door.
Minho lay peacefully on the bed, muted snores filling the room. His legs were tangled in the bed sheets and his arm was cast over his eyes. The thought of leaving and letting Minho sleep briefly crossed his mind but only briefly. Skulking to the side of the bed and hands slithering along Minho, Taemin considered the possibilities of undressing him before he woke. Minho wasn’t wearing much just a white t-shirt and red Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He felt a tightening in his silk pajama pants, there looseness making his bulge almost entirely visible.
He felt like a creeper, getting hard just by looking at someone sleep. He suddenly felt annoyed; they did this on purpose, torturing him day and night for two months. His hypersexuality was never a problem ‘till he moved into the Shinee dorm. How could it not? Being around Minho, Jonghyun, Onew, and Key 24/7 could drive a boy crazy. Especially after leaving in a world full of unsightly people, then coming into the SM Company it was like seeing the sun for the first time.
Maybe he should stop while he was ahead and leave. He’d lasted two months, two whole months and now to relapse just like this. Pathetic was what it was. He began to turn away distraughtly.
Minho groaned low and corporal, cupping his balls “Tae.”
Taemin stopped, feet still in pivotal position. That right there made his decision. Fuck the rehab, he thought, as long as there was a living body around and he was still the horny bastard he is today. He was gonna get fucked. Sliding Minho’s hand away, he began to fondle his clothed length. Minho quivered and sighed still in deep sleep. Taemin cautiously mounted the bed climbing on top of him, taking care as not to jostle him. He was on all fours not counting the hand that was still pleasing Minho. Taemin massaged more acutely as Minho got harder. He squirmed unconsciously, gentle whimpers escaping his lips. Taking the risk, Taemin leisurely pulled Minho’s briefs down. He got them around his calves before he felt an intense glaring.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Umm…laundry.”
Minho flipped them over grabbing his wrist and forcing his hands to the pillow above his head, legs trapping Taemin in place. Not that Taemin ever wanted to move from that particular position in the first place.
“You’re a fucking pervert,” Minho chided.
“And this arrangement you’ve put me in isn’t helping”
Taemin naughtily pushed up with his hips rubbing their hard cocks together. Minho suppressed a shiver. He looked Taemin over noticing it was too late. Taemin was too far-gone. His eyelids were drunk with lust and his chest heaved with anticipation. Minho tried to keep the situation serious but that only turned Taemin on more. Minho started to sit up; Taemin quickly wrapped his legs around his waist, locking his ankles, and keeping Minho from moving and causing further friction between their erections.
“Don’t do this Tae it’s been two months”
“Two months too long,”
Taemin kissed him rough. He wouldn’t last long, Taemin knew. He should’ve gone to him first.
“Don’t think I’m easy,” Minho warned, the smirk on Taemin’s face telling him that that was exactly what he was thinking. Taemin kissed him once more sweetly.
“Aish, spoiled brat” He carped in spite of the fact that he was kissing him messily and tugging his pants down.
“You got thirty minutes till Key’s here,” A prying voice shouted through the door.
“Go away you-ah!” Taemin cried out mid sentence. Wasting no time, Minho engulfed his dick. He spread Taemin’s legs wide holding his shaking legs to the bed. He fit as much as Taemin into his mouth as he could, the head of his dick hitting the back of his throat. Taemin trembled unruly, his mind resting on cloud nine. The lengthy time between his last sexual encounter and now caused his body to act like a virgin. Moaning shamelessly, his insatiable hips pushed up into Minho’s searing lips.
“More” Taemin groaned. Minho was only happy to oblige.
Throwing one of Taemin’s legs over his shoulder. He used his free hand to push two fingers through his twitching entrance. Taemin hissed at the incursion having almost forgotten about how it felt. Sucking harder, Minho brusquely thrust his fingers back and forth. It didn’t take him long to find that spot. Although Taemin almost forgot, Minho remembered exactly. He knew Tae inside and out.
“Ngh…Minho, give me more!”
Adding another finger, the thrusts became rougher and harder. Taemin swiftly grabbed his head forcing his dick further down his throat, Minho moaned uncomfortably as he tried not to gag. He shoved his fingers harshly against his prostate pushing Taemin over the edge. His toes curled and his back arched lithely. He came hard, his pleasure rocking his body violently.
“I’m home!”
Taemin’s eyes widened and he shakily shoved himself away from Minho, barely recovered from the high. Minho let out a shocked yelp, tumbling over as Taemin began to dress himself. Minho also began to dress, dazed but comprehending what was going on.
Taemin jumped over Minho, flinging his pants over to him as he left the room.
“Umma!” He cried, giving Key extra innocence.
Key caught him around the corner, snatching a hug from him. He pushed Taemin away, looking him over. His eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Taemin, what have you been doing?”
“Nothing, just sleeping.”
That would explain the mess his hair was in and how wrinkled his clothes were. Key gave him a small smile and the tilt of his head showed his curiosity with what he was thinking. He smiled back at Taemin.
He adjusted the bag on his back and shuffled past Taemin. Taemin sighed, his body shuddering with the last of his high. He turned, watching his umma turn and go into their room. His eyes widened; did Minho leave?
Minho sat on the bed normally relaxed as if nothing had happened. He was fully dressed and sitting quite comfortably on Key’s bed. However, Taemin knew the book in his lap was truly there to cover his aching erection.
“Why are you in here?”
“ ’Cuz”
“Get the hell out.”
Minho got up, taking the book with him, and walked towards the door, then stopped waiting for Key to move. Key scrutinized him suspiciously. His eyes narrowed in on his lower lip. Minho froze when his finger came up suddenly and swiped his lip. Taemin gulped, nervous. He looked at the white substance on his finger. He looked at Taemin knowingly while he tasted it. Taemin fidgeted awkwardly at the sight of Key tasting the last bit of his cum.
“You’ve been fucking?” Key asked Taemin. The younger couldn’t meet his eye, speechless
“Technically no” Minho interrupted. They didn’t have enough time for actually penetration. Key and Minho locked eyes initiating an automatic stare down. Key’s face angry and frustrated, Minho’s expressionless.
“If I ever catch you again, you will be going back to your therapist, understand?”
Taemin nodded, grabbed Minho’s wrist.
“Leave separately.”
Key shoved Minho out of the room, locking the door from the inside. He turned to glare at Taemin disappointedly as he crawled under his covers a significant smile on his face, casually ignoring Keys grumbles as he fell asleep.