The Accidental Hedonist
The Accidental Hedonist; 2min, 1829 words, nc-17 for explicit sex
a/n: unbeta'd. comments much appreciated! Somehow I really enjoy writing smut with Minho...
Summary: Taemin eats what he isn't supposed to.
Taemin trudged up the stairs of his dorm building after a long day of classes. The last was American History, and today’s hour and a half lecture had been about Native Americans and the woes they suffered at the hands of the foreigners. Not exactly boring, Taemin thought-lied to himself, but he was more interested in how they lived before they were all killed by guns, germs, and steel. He fumbled with his key card, door beeping frustratingly before unlocking. He tossed his backpack on the couch, knowing that Onew would chide him for it when he got off work and not caring.
Taemin was about to take a long, hot shower when a plastic container on the table caught his eye. Unable to deny his curiosity, he kicked off his shoes as he went over to find out what it was. A note on top read, in Onew’s handwriting, “Don’t eat without Minho and I, we’ll have it after dinner. Our neighbors baked them for us.” Taemin rolled his eyes and lifted up the note, crumpling it up into a symmetrical ball and tossing it at the trashcan. Missed. Inside the container was a huge brownie, dark chocolaty brown, speckled with white chocolate and butterscotch chips. Taemin’s stomach growled. It’d been too many hours since he’d eaten lunch, and the roommates wouldn’t be back for another hour at the very least, plus the time it took to cook… it didn’t take much more thought for Taemin to decide that he’d be glad to take a scolding if he got to eat some of this. He carefully cut a large piece and levered it carefully over to a napkin so it wouldn’t break and took it over to his desk so he could eat and read the chapter he was supposed to have finished already.
It was delicious. Dark chocolaty yet sweet, soft and moist, a crispy layer on top which crunched with each bite; Taemin was in heaven. He got warm and happy, content for a while to stare out the window and watch the birds sing and the sun set. It was beautiful-he never noticed it before, but the colors of the sun, so vivid, cast the cityscape in a glow of gold and created cool blue and purple shadows in interesting and ever-changing shapes. He got up to cut himself another piece, much larger this time, and devoured it while standing over the container. Crumbs dropped everywhere, and Taemin didn’t even notice. He growled. The only way this could have been more satisfying was if he hunted and caught the brownie himself, man against beast. That way he could be proud, shout a war cry while eating his spoils, but as it was, he was unworthily eating the delicious prize. If he was going to eat any more of it, and oh, he wanted to, he would have to change that.
The first step, of course, was to strip down to his boxers so that he could embrace his wild side. He tied his straightened hair in a messy ponytail to keep it out of the way, turned off the lights and lit the few candles they had, you know, to get that feral feeling already erupting in him, but it wasn’t enough. Something was missing. He scavenged around the room, searching for the missing piece, pulling a blanket around his shoulders, but it wasn’t enough. He put on music, as loud as the stereo would go, making base beats vibrate through the floor.
Then it hit him. What was a hunting warrior without war paint? He ran to the bathroom, tore open the cupboards, but couldn’t find what he was looking for. No eyeliner, blush, lipstick, eye shadow, nothing. Where could he find it? Down the hall, those girls, perfect, they always wore heavy makeup in colors which would suit him. He propped the door, and with cape fluttering behind him, ran to their room. He pounded on the door with both fists as hard as he could, and when it didn’t open immediately, howled. He felt so strong, so powerful, so dominant. So when the girl opened the door with an expression that could only be read as ‘what the fuck,’ he didn’t hesitate to shout, “Give me your makeup, woman!! HA!!” She squeaked and turned, and he went in after her, following her quickly to the bathroom, where she shoved a big bag of cosmetics in his hands and swore obscenely at him. Successful, he tilted his head back and shouted HA again, then turned on his heel and ran back to his room.
In the dim light, he dumped everything in the bag on the floor and shuffled through it. Dark kohl smudged on his cheekbones and down his nose, eye shadow swiped across his brow, silver lipstick smeared on his lips and under his eyes, and his war paint had been completed.
Taemin snuck around the table, all too aware of the brownie lying there in wait for him. He could tell that its death instinct was strong, that it wanted to be eaten. Armed with a fork, he charged at it screaming, and buried his fork deep into its chocolaty sweetness.
“Taemin? What are you…? Taemin!!” Taemin spun around to face the intruders. The roommates. Onew and Minho stood backlit in the doorway, staring in shock at him. Minho took a step forward, hand outstretched, and Taemin could feel his eyes roaming up and down his nearly-naked form, lit seductively by candlelight, and his chest puffed in pride as he felt desire stir in his loins. Only one of his hungers had been met tonight, and he’d be damned if the other one wasn’t, and right now. Taemin lunged forward to grab Minho’s hand, using the force and the element of surprise to drag Minho into his bedroom and throw him on the bed. The cape had been shed long ago, and he was intent on divesting Minho of his clothes too. Taemin’s hands couldn’t move fast enough. Once Minho’s shirt was gone and his glorious stomach was exposed, Taemin dragged his hands from Minho’s chest to his belly button, and only when he tried to get the pants button undone did he realize he was straddling Minho’s hips. His eyes shot up to Minho’s; he was frightened and exhilarated to find a complicated mixture of surprise, lust, and arrogance there. Minho took Taemin’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, and didn’t release him even when he tried to jerk his head away. Taemin mewled, eyes lidded heavily now, and unconsciously his hips jerked forward.
In a quick move, Minho rolled him over to his back, pinning him there. He placed a in on either side of Taemin’s chest and rubbed pert nipples with his thumbs. Taemin tensed, his head thrashed back and forth. Minho could see him growing hard through his boxers, and felt the same in his own. Taemin’s eyes were watering with lust. Minho sharply pulled the tie out of the boy’s hair, making him cry out in pain laced with ecstasy so wanton that Minho gripped the long hair and jerked again just so he could hear it one more time, then pet his head to soothe the pain. He couldn’t have Taemin going soft.
Taemin strained upwards, silently begging to be kissed, a demand to which Minho readily complied. They kissed passionately and then languorously, Taemin turning away only so that he could gasp, makeup smeared into more of a mess than it was before, and a silver sheen showed on Minho’s lips. Taemin’s breathy moans urged Minho to take off the rest of their clothes so they could feel each other skin on skin at last. Minho grunted, felt Taemin’s length in his hand, moved up and down, and smeared pre-cum over the head in tight circles so that he could feel Taemin twitch. Taemin’s breath was quick and irregular, breathy. Minho maneuvered in between the boy’s long legs, lifting them up and telling Taemin to hold them there. Minho needed both hands free so that he could press his fingers into Taemin’s ass cheeks, honey-tan and firm; spread them so that he could use his tongue. That made a slurping sound loud and lewd, and Taemin couldn’t believe that Minho’s tongue was in him and it felt so good.
Minho pulled away so he could push three fingers into Taemin’s mouth. He sucked and swirled his tongue around them, a string of saliva stretching between his lips and fingertips when Minho decided to slip the first long finger into Taemin. Minho thought it was amazing how hot Taemin was inside, how he could feel him burning up. His cock twitched, and Minho couldn’t wait any longer, whether Taemin was fully prepared or not-they had done this enough for Minho to know that Taemin liked it when he could feel the stretch and soreness the next day and the day after that, so he didn’t hesitate to slick up his own cock and guide it to Taemin’s hole, waiting just a second for anticipation to build that last minute step before pressing himself all the way in. Taemin had been holding his breath, and it all came out in a loud, shaky moan. Minho built up a steady pace, bracing himself above Taemin, who grabbed onto his shoulder and bicep, holding himself there as best he could, rocking with Minho, and he crossed his ankles around Minho’s waist. It let Minho go faster, a little deeper, and Taemin cried out with every thrust, building in volume. Mouth open and eyes locked with Minho’s, he came silently. He could feel the heat of Minho’s orgasm rip into him a few seconds later, could feel it surge in him and drip when Minho pulled out.
Minho flopped down and pulled him close, tucking Taemin’s head under his chin. They let out a deep breath in unison. Minho’s chest heaved with laugher but his voice was too worn to make any sound.
A few minutes later, he shifted, pet Taemin’s hair.
“Baby,” he said, “I feel like…”
“So, you two finally finished?” Key stood hand on hip in the doorway gazing down on the naked, sweaty couple. Jonghyun was next to him, smirking, and Onew peeking in shyly from behind. Taemin groaned and curled in on himself, and Minho struggled to get the blanket over them both.
“Jesus, Taemin, I didn’t think the brownie would affect you this bad,” Jonghyun laughed. “There was a reason Onew told you to wait till they got home.”
“You didn’t even eat it, pervert,” Key sassed, pointing an accusatory finger at Minho. “At least poor little Taemin here has a reason for acting like such an animal.”
Minho finally straightened out the blanket enough to cover them decently. Taemin squeaked a “Go home!” from under the blanket. Minho squeezed him for being so adorable, then promptly drifted to sleep.
a/n: unbeta'd. comments much appreciated! Somehow I really enjoy writing smut with Minho...
Summary: Taemin eats what he isn't supposed to.
Taemin trudged up the stairs of his dorm building after a long day of classes. The last was American History, and today’s hour and a half lecture had been about Native Americans and the woes they suffered at the hands of the foreigners. Not exactly boring, Taemin thought-lied to himself, but he was more interested in how they lived before they were all killed by guns, germs, and steel. He fumbled with his key card, door beeping frustratingly before unlocking. He tossed his backpack on the couch, knowing that Onew would chide him for it when he got off work and not caring.
Taemin was about to take a long, hot shower when a plastic container on the table caught his eye. Unable to deny his curiosity, he kicked off his shoes as he went over to find out what it was. A note on top read, in Onew’s handwriting, “Don’t eat without Minho and I, we’ll have it after dinner. Our neighbors baked them for us.” Taemin rolled his eyes and lifted up the note, crumpling it up into a symmetrical ball and tossing it at the trashcan. Missed. Inside the container was a huge brownie, dark chocolaty brown, speckled with white chocolate and butterscotch chips. Taemin’s stomach growled. It’d been too many hours since he’d eaten lunch, and the roommates wouldn’t be back for another hour at the very least, plus the time it took to cook… it didn’t take much more thought for Taemin to decide that he’d be glad to take a scolding if he got to eat some of this. He carefully cut a large piece and levered it carefully over to a napkin so it wouldn’t break and took it over to his desk so he could eat and read the chapter he was supposed to have finished already.
It was delicious. Dark chocolaty yet sweet, soft and moist, a crispy layer on top which crunched with each bite; Taemin was in heaven. He got warm and happy, content for a while to stare out the window and watch the birds sing and the sun set. It was beautiful-he never noticed it before, but the colors of the sun, so vivid, cast the cityscape in a glow of gold and created cool blue and purple shadows in interesting and ever-changing shapes. He got up to cut himself another piece, much larger this time, and devoured it while standing over the container. Crumbs dropped everywhere, and Taemin didn’t even notice. He growled. The only way this could have been more satisfying was if he hunted and caught the brownie himself, man against beast. That way he could be proud, shout a war cry while eating his spoils, but as it was, he was unworthily eating the delicious prize. If he was going to eat any more of it, and oh, he wanted to, he would have to change that.
The first step, of course, was to strip down to his boxers so that he could embrace his wild side. He tied his straightened hair in a messy ponytail to keep it out of the way, turned off the lights and lit the few candles they had, you know, to get that feral feeling already erupting in him, but it wasn’t enough. Something was missing. He scavenged around the room, searching for the missing piece, pulling a blanket around his shoulders, but it wasn’t enough. He put on music, as loud as the stereo would go, making base beats vibrate through the floor.
Then it hit him. What was a hunting warrior without war paint? He ran to the bathroom, tore open the cupboards, but couldn’t find what he was looking for. No eyeliner, blush, lipstick, eye shadow, nothing. Where could he find it? Down the hall, those girls, perfect, they always wore heavy makeup in colors which would suit him. He propped the door, and with cape fluttering behind him, ran to their room. He pounded on the door with both fists as hard as he could, and when it didn’t open immediately, howled. He felt so strong, so powerful, so dominant. So when the girl opened the door with an expression that could only be read as ‘what the fuck,’ he didn’t hesitate to shout, “Give me your makeup, woman!! HA!!” She squeaked and turned, and he went in after her, following her quickly to the bathroom, where she shoved a big bag of cosmetics in his hands and swore obscenely at him. Successful, he tilted his head back and shouted HA again, then turned on his heel and ran back to his room.
In the dim light, he dumped everything in the bag on the floor and shuffled through it. Dark kohl smudged on his cheekbones and down his nose, eye shadow swiped across his brow, silver lipstick smeared on his lips and under his eyes, and his war paint had been completed.
Taemin snuck around the table, all too aware of the brownie lying there in wait for him. He could tell that its death instinct was strong, that it wanted to be eaten. Armed with a fork, he charged at it screaming, and buried his fork deep into its chocolaty sweetness.
“Taemin? What are you…? Taemin!!” Taemin spun around to face the intruders. The roommates. Onew and Minho stood backlit in the doorway, staring in shock at him. Minho took a step forward, hand outstretched, and Taemin could feel his eyes roaming up and down his nearly-naked form, lit seductively by candlelight, and his chest puffed in pride as he felt desire stir in his loins. Only one of his hungers had been met tonight, and he’d be damned if the other one wasn’t, and right now. Taemin lunged forward to grab Minho’s hand, using the force and the element of surprise to drag Minho into his bedroom and throw him on the bed. The cape had been shed long ago, and he was intent on divesting Minho of his clothes too. Taemin’s hands couldn’t move fast enough. Once Minho’s shirt was gone and his glorious stomach was exposed, Taemin dragged his hands from Minho’s chest to his belly button, and only when he tried to get the pants button undone did he realize he was straddling Minho’s hips. His eyes shot up to Minho’s; he was frightened and exhilarated to find a complicated mixture of surprise, lust, and arrogance there. Minho took Taemin’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, and didn’t release him even when he tried to jerk his head away. Taemin mewled, eyes lidded heavily now, and unconsciously his hips jerked forward.
In a quick move, Minho rolled him over to his back, pinning him there. He placed a in on either side of Taemin’s chest and rubbed pert nipples with his thumbs. Taemin tensed, his head thrashed back and forth. Minho could see him growing hard through his boxers, and felt the same in his own. Taemin’s eyes were watering with lust. Minho sharply pulled the tie out of the boy’s hair, making him cry out in pain laced with ecstasy so wanton that Minho gripped the long hair and jerked again just so he could hear it one more time, then pet his head to soothe the pain. He couldn’t have Taemin going soft.
Taemin strained upwards, silently begging to be kissed, a demand to which Minho readily complied. They kissed passionately and then languorously, Taemin turning away only so that he could gasp, makeup smeared into more of a mess than it was before, and a silver sheen showed on Minho’s lips. Taemin’s breathy moans urged Minho to take off the rest of their clothes so they could feel each other skin on skin at last. Minho grunted, felt Taemin’s length in his hand, moved up and down, and smeared pre-cum over the head in tight circles so that he could feel Taemin twitch. Taemin’s breath was quick and irregular, breathy. Minho maneuvered in between the boy’s long legs, lifting them up and telling Taemin to hold them there. Minho needed both hands free so that he could press his fingers into Taemin’s ass cheeks, honey-tan and firm; spread them so that he could use his tongue. That made a slurping sound loud and lewd, and Taemin couldn’t believe that Minho’s tongue was in him and it felt so good.
Minho pulled away so he could push three fingers into Taemin’s mouth. He sucked and swirled his tongue around them, a string of saliva stretching between his lips and fingertips when Minho decided to slip the first long finger into Taemin. Minho thought it was amazing how hot Taemin was inside, how he could feel him burning up. His cock twitched, and Minho couldn’t wait any longer, whether Taemin was fully prepared or not-they had done this enough for Minho to know that Taemin liked it when he could feel the stretch and soreness the next day and the day after that, so he didn’t hesitate to slick up his own cock and guide it to Taemin’s hole, waiting just a second for anticipation to build that last minute step before pressing himself all the way in. Taemin had been holding his breath, and it all came out in a loud, shaky moan. Minho built up a steady pace, bracing himself above Taemin, who grabbed onto his shoulder and bicep, holding himself there as best he could, rocking with Minho, and he crossed his ankles around Minho’s waist. It let Minho go faster, a little deeper, and Taemin cried out with every thrust, building in volume. Mouth open and eyes locked with Minho’s, he came silently. He could feel the heat of Minho’s orgasm rip into him a few seconds later, could feel it surge in him and drip when Minho pulled out.
Minho flopped down and pulled him close, tucking Taemin’s head under his chin. They let out a deep breath in unison. Minho’s chest heaved with laugher but his voice was too worn to make any sound.
A few minutes later, he shifted, pet Taemin’s hair.
“Baby,” he said, “I feel like…”
“So, you two finally finished?” Key stood hand on hip in the doorway gazing down on the naked, sweaty couple. Jonghyun was next to him, smirking, and Onew peeking in shyly from behind. Taemin groaned and curled in on himself, and Minho struggled to get the blanket over them both.
“Jesus, Taemin, I didn’t think the brownie would affect you this bad,” Jonghyun laughed. “There was a reason Onew told you to wait till they got home.”
“You didn’t even eat it, pervert,” Key sassed, pointing an accusatory finger at Minho. “At least poor little Taemin here has a reason for acting like such an animal.”
Minho finally straightened out the blanket enough to cover them decently. Taemin squeaked a “Go home!” from under the blanket. Minho squeezed him for being so adorable, then promptly drifted to sleep.