Hair Extensions pt.2
Title: Hair Extensions
Author: meridianslair
Rating: NC-17
Focus: Taemin/Minho
Summary: What happened the night Taemin came home from getting his hair extensions.
pt.1
"Why does no one ever listen to me?" (shinee_replay post)
Minho walked into the room and looked at the figure laying flat on its face. He smiled, walking to bunk and sat to next to the person. The figure grumbled into the pillow and tried kicking him off the bed, Minho chuckled. He reached over and pushed the person to face upwards, Taemin immediately covered his face with his hands.
“Don’t look at me,” trying to hide himself from him.
“And why shouldn’t I look at you?”
Taemin sat up, “Look at this! I look like a girl!”
“So? It’s never bothered you before when you had to dress up as a girl.”
He sighed, “I know, but this,” pointing as his long hair, “lasts a month. Those wigs, I could throw off after the recording was done. It’s just not the same; I have to go to school like this!”
Minho stared at the angered Taemin and began to run his fingers through the fake hair, “I think you’re beautiful whether or not you look like a girl or boy.”
He pouted, “You saying that doesn’t make me feel any better.”
“What if I showed you how beautiful you are instead?” Minho leaned in and gave Taemin’s lips a quick peck before pulling back and staring at the boy in front of him.
Taemin looked into Minho’s eyes and blushed, “I-I think that would make me feel better.”
Minho grabbed the back of Taemin’s head and kissed him roughly. His soft lips were driving Minho crazy, he wanted more.
Taemin gasped when he felt Minho tug on the back of his hair, giving Minho’s tongue an entry way to his delicious mouth. Minho slowly crawled on top of the maknae, making sure his head didn’t hit the top of the bunk bed, their mouths never detaching.
It was obvious who was winning the battle of dominance, but it didn’t stop Taemin from trying. He pulled Minho’s shirt off, hoping he would get the message. And he did, Minho looked at the younger boy panting beneath him and his shirt that was now on the floor. He smirked and slide Taemin’s shirt off as well, and couldn’t help but laugh at the stuffed bra his boyfriend was wearing.
Taemin smacked Minho’s arm angrily, “Don’t laugh, just take it off!”
“You need to sit up first,” he tugged on Taemin’s wrist, still laughing slightly.
They both sat up just enough so they wouldn’t hit their heads. Minho sucked lightly on Taemin’s neck while attempting to take the foreign clothing off. When Taemin moaned into Minho’s ear, Minho’s mind blanked out making him have difficulties with the bra. But a few seconds afterwards, it snapped off, and he shoved it aside. He pushed Taemin back onto the small mattress and began sucking and biting his nipples. After feeling Taemin’s growing erection, he began moving lower, dragging his tongue until it almost met the skirt line.
“M-Minho,” he moaned his hands attached to Minho’s shoulders, attempting to push him lower.
Instead of going lower like Taemin wanted, he hovered back up and kissed him. Their clothed erections grinding together as Minho moved his hips against Taemin’s. He was satisfied with the mewls filling his mouth with each thrust, and was surprised when the maknae began pushing him away.
When he noticed the maknae trying to take off the skirt he grabbed his hand, “Leave the skirt on.” Taemin’s eyebrows furrowed, not understanding why he should leave the skirt on, but complied to the older boy’s request anyways.
Minho reached under Taemin’s skirt and pouted, “No girl panties?”
“If you think I was wearing one of our noona’s underwear,” he panted, “you are seriously mistaken.”
Minho pulled the boxer’s off and tossed it in the small pile of clothes next to the bed. Lifting the skirt, he began fisting Taemin’s cock while his mouth was sucking his pale thighs. Minho began squeezing the base of the younger boy’s cock every few pumps, causing pre cum to leak out of the head. He swiped the head and spread the pre cum, causing the member to glisten.
“Minho,” he moaned, arching his back, “let me suck your cock.”
He never really did remember how he got from fisting Taemin to Taemin unzipping his pants, and pulling them off. (not an easy task since the skinny jeans were incredibly tight) Taemin’s mouth was one of the best things Minho had ever felt, you know, right below the feeling of being on stage and deep inside Taemin’s ass, of course.
Minho loved it when Taemin wanted to give him blowjobs; he loved seeing their maknae who always seemed so innocent sucking cock like a slut. Minho knew he loved it as well, always doing things to please his hyungs.
Taemin tongue was swirling circles around Minho’s head, teasing him, “Fuck… just- suck it already.”
He smirked, leaning forward, Minho’s cock completely disappearing into his mouth. Teasing him even more, he slowly bobbed his head up and down. Minho looked at the boy between his legs, the long hair flowing down past his naked shoulders, the skirt, the makeup, it made him lose control.
He grabbed the back of Taemin’s head, keeping it in place, and thrust in and out of his mouth. Even though there were tears forming as he was choked every time Minho hit the back of his throat, he continued to let the older boy fuck his mouth. Trying to relax his throat wasn’t helping at all with how Minho was going.
Minho groaned after a few more thrusts and pulled out of Taemin’s mouth, panting heavily, “I want to cum inside of your ass.”
Taemin’s body shivered as he lay back on the bed. He spread his legs and lifted the skirt, his pink hole already twitching with excitement, “Then fuck me.”
Of course he wanted to fuck him right then and there, but he wasn’t ready yet. Minho was already beginning to get off the bed, “Let me fine the lube.”
“No,” he said in a demanding tone, “fuck me raw.”
Well, you didn’t have to tell Minho twice. He took his cock, and aligned it with Taemin’s hole and pushed himself in as slow as he could handle. When Taemin let out a small scream, he felt bad for going in raw. Minho knew it would hurt; they hadn’t had sex since their preparations for SHINee’s comeback began.
He kissed Taemin and whispered how beautiful Taemin was, even if he was too distracted by the pain to care. Eventually Taemin began squirming under Minho, he was uncomfortable, “I’m fine now-“ there was a pause, “so move.”
He looked down at his sincere facial expression and decided to move. Starting slow at first, so Taemin could get use to it a little longer, but once he made a high pitched noise mixed in with “Oh god- Minho,” he knew he’d found it. Knowing he’d found that spot he began picking up the pace, he could hear the slapping of skin and Taemin’s moans and unintelligent words spilling from his mouth. More, harder, deeper, fuck, shit, Minho, I’m getting close.
The heat of Taemin’s ass was almost too much to deal with, and every thrust he could feel himself more and more on the edge before he finally came, spilling his seeds inside of his lover. Grunting as he continued to slowly thrust in and out, feeling Taemin’s walls clench as he also came.
Minho pulled out attempting to lie on one side of the bed, but ended up half on top of Taemin. They both lay there for minutes, coming off of their high. The white still dancing in their eyes, messily mixing in with the darkness of the room caused slight dizziness.
“Your bed’s too small for this,” Minho groaned.
Taemin’s leg kicked him attempting to kick him off the bed for the second time that night, “Then get off if you’re going to complain.”
Instead he attached himself to Taemin, wrapping his long arm around Taemin’s waist, “Don’t wanna.”
“Then be quiet, I have to go to school tomorrow and I’m tired,” attempting to wiggle his way out of Minho’s grip.
He sighed, letting go of him, “Ok, I guess. I’ll just go take a shower and go to sleep in my own bed.”
Taemin pouted, “Fine then.”
Minho slowly stood up; the cold air from the air conditioner hitting his naked body was not a pleasant feeling. He looked down at Taemin who was still pouting and in a skirt, “You might want to take that off.”
He turned over facing away from Minho and replied, “No, I’m too cold.”
Minho noticed that they had dirtied Taemin’s comforter and sighed, grabbing a blanket from a corner of the room. He walked back to the bunk bed and placed the blanket over the small body, smiling when he noticed Taemin snuggle with the blanket.
“I love you,” poking at Taemin’s small back.
Taemin lay still for a moment before facing back towards Minho, smiling back at him, “I love you too.”
Minho gave him another peck on the lips and got dressed in his pajamas, turning only to see Taemin off in dream land. He was always content after sex, it relieved all of his stress. Licking his lips, he chuckled, “Strawberry lip gloss.”
♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥
A small scream could be heard coming from the bedroom, and Jonghyun immediately stood up.
“Did you hear that?! Key, Minho’s molesting Taemin! You have to save your son!”
Key crossed his leg and flipped another page in his magazine, “Jjong, it was just the TV. Now shut up and enjoy the show you were watching.”
Onew entered the living room and glared at the bowl of grapes in front of him, “Kibum, we’re out of chicken.”
“Jinki, I just bought some last week! You already ate it all?”
Onew nodded shamefully before Jonghyun rushed over and screamed again, “Onew! You’re the leader, right? You have to save the maknae, Minho’s molesting him!”
Onew acted oblivious, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now, can you move so I can sulk about my chicken crisis?”
Jonghyun stepped aside and whined, “Why does no one ever listen to me?”
“Because you’re an idiot,” Key replied as if it was nothing.
“Hey! I heard that!”
♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥
Thanks so much to bananability for reading this over and telling me what I should try to add. 8)
Wrote this since so many people demanded the 2min scene from part 1!First full blown smut ever so please bear with the noob-ness TT-TT
If SHINee make their comeback and Taemin still has hair extensions, I will continue this with other scenes. I hope you all enjoyed 8D
(public entry)
Author: meridianslair
Rating: NC-17
Focus: Taemin/Minho
Summary: What happened the night Taemin came home from getting his hair extensions.
pt.1
"Why does no one ever listen to me?" (shinee_replay post)
Minho walked into the room and looked at the figure laying flat on its face. He smiled, walking to bunk and sat to next to the person. The figure grumbled into the pillow and tried kicking him off the bed, Minho chuckled. He reached over and pushed the person to face upwards, Taemin immediately covered his face with his hands.
“Don’t look at me,” trying to hide himself from him.
“And why shouldn’t I look at you?”
Taemin sat up, “Look at this! I look like a girl!”
“So? It’s never bothered you before when you had to dress up as a girl.”
He sighed, “I know, but this,” pointing as his long hair, “lasts a month. Those wigs, I could throw off after the recording was done. It’s just not the same; I have to go to school like this!”
Minho stared at the angered Taemin and began to run his fingers through the fake hair, “I think you’re beautiful whether or not you look like a girl or boy.”
He pouted, “You saying that doesn’t make me feel any better.”
“What if I showed you how beautiful you are instead?” Minho leaned in and gave Taemin’s lips a quick peck before pulling back and staring at the boy in front of him.
Taemin looked into Minho’s eyes and blushed, “I-I think that would make me feel better.”
Minho grabbed the back of Taemin’s head and kissed him roughly. His soft lips were driving Minho crazy, he wanted more.
Taemin gasped when he felt Minho tug on the back of his hair, giving Minho’s tongue an entry way to his delicious mouth. Minho slowly crawled on top of the maknae, making sure his head didn’t hit the top of the bunk bed, their mouths never detaching.
It was obvious who was winning the battle of dominance, but it didn’t stop Taemin from trying. He pulled Minho’s shirt off, hoping he would get the message. And he did, Minho looked at the younger boy panting beneath him and his shirt that was now on the floor. He smirked and slide Taemin’s shirt off as well, and couldn’t help but laugh at the stuffed bra his boyfriend was wearing.
Taemin smacked Minho’s arm angrily, “Don’t laugh, just take it off!”
“You need to sit up first,” he tugged on Taemin’s wrist, still laughing slightly.
They both sat up just enough so they wouldn’t hit their heads. Minho sucked lightly on Taemin’s neck while attempting to take the foreign clothing off. When Taemin moaned into Minho’s ear, Minho’s mind blanked out making him have difficulties with the bra. But a few seconds afterwards, it snapped off, and he shoved it aside. He pushed Taemin back onto the small mattress and began sucking and biting his nipples. After feeling Taemin’s growing erection, he began moving lower, dragging his tongue until it almost met the skirt line.
“M-Minho,” he moaned his hands attached to Minho’s shoulders, attempting to push him lower.
Instead of going lower like Taemin wanted, he hovered back up and kissed him. Their clothed erections grinding together as Minho moved his hips against Taemin’s. He was satisfied with the mewls filling his mouth with each thrust, and was surprised when the maknae began pushing him away.
When he noticed the maknae trying to take off the skirt he grabbed his hand, “Leave the skirt on.” Taemin’s eyebrows furrowed, not understanding why he should leave the skirt on, but complied to the older boy’s request anyways.
Minho reached under Taemin’s skirt and pouted, “No girl panties?”
“If you think I was wearing one of our noona’s underwear,” he panted, “you are seriously mistaken.”
Minho pulled the boxer’s off and tossed it in the small pile of clothes next to the bed. Lifting the skirt, he began fisting Taemin’s cock while his mouth was sucking his pale thighs. Minho began squeezing the base of the younger boy’s cock every few pumps, causing pre cum to leak out of the head. He swiped the head and spread the pre cum, causing the member to glisten.
“Minho,” he moaned, arching his back, “let me suck your cock.”
He never really did remember how he got from fisting Taemin to Taemin unzipping his pants, and pulling them off. (not an easy task since the skinny jeans were incredibly tight) Taemin’s mouth was one of the best things Minho had ever felt, you know, right below the feeling of being on stage and deep inside Taemin’s ass, of course.
Minho loved it when Taemin wanted to give him blowjobs; he loved seeing their maknae who always seemed so innocent sucking cock like a slut. Minho knew he loved it as well, always doing things to please his hyungs.
Taemin tongue was swirling circles around Minho’s head, teasing him, “Fuck… just- suck it already.”
He smirked, leaning forward, Minho’s cock completely disappearing into his mouth. Teasing him even more, he slowly bobbed his head up and down. Minho looked at the boy between his legs, the long hair flowing down past his naked shoulders, the skirt, the makeup, it made him lose control.
He grabbed the back of Taemin’s head, keeping it in place, and thrust in and out of his mouth. Even though there were tears forming as he was choked every time Minho hit the back of his throat, he continued to let the older boy fuck his mouth. Trying to relax his throat wasn’t helping at all with how Minho was going.
Minho groaned after a few more thrusts and pulled out of Taemin’s mouth, panting heavily, “I want to cum inside of your ass.”
Taemin’s body shivered as he lay back on the bed. He spread his legs and lifted the skirt, his pink hole already twitching with excitement, “Then fuck me.”
Of course he wanted to fuck him right then and there, but he wasn’t ready yet. Minho was already beginning to get off the bed, “Let me fine the lube.”
“No,” he said in a demanding tone, “fuck me raw.”
Well, you didn’t have to tell Minho twice. He took his cock, and aligned it with Taemin’s hole and pushed himself in as slow as he could handle. When Taemin let out a small scream, he felt bad for going in raw. Minho knew it would hurt; they hadn’t had sex since their preparations for SHINee’s comeback began.
He kissed Taemin and whispered how beautiful Taemin was, even if he was too distracted by the pain to care. Eventually Taemin began squirming under Minho, he was uncomfortable, “I’m fine now-“ there was a pause, “so move.”
He looked down at his sincere facial expression and decided to move. Starting slow at first, so Taemin could get use to it a little longer, but once he made a high pitched noise mixed in with “Oh god- Minho,” he knew he’d found it. Knowing he’d found that spot he began picking up the pace, he could hear the slapping of skin and Taemin’s moans and unintelligent words spilling from his mouth. More, harder, deeper, fuck, shit, Minho, I’m getting close.
The heat of Taemin’s ass was almost too much to deal with, and every thrust he could feel himself more and more on the edge before he finally came, spilling his seeds inside of his lover. Grunting as he continued to slowly thrust in and out, feeling Taemin’s walls clench as he also came.
Minho pulled out attempting to lie on one side of the bed, but ended up half on top of Taemin. They both lay there for minutes, coming off of their high. The white still dancing in their eyes, messily mixing in with the darkness of the room caused slight dizziness.
“Your bed’s too small for this,” Minho groaned.
Taemin’s leg kicked him attempting to kick him off the bed for the second time that night, “Then get off if you’re going to complain.”
Instead he attached himself to Taemin, wrapping his long arm around Taemin’s waist, “Don’t wanna.”
“Then be quiet, I have to go to school tomorrow and I’m tired,” attempting to wiggle his way out of Minho’s grip.
He sighed, letting go of him, “Ok, I guess. I’ll just go take a shower and go to sleep in my own bed.”
Taemin pouted, “Fine then.”
Minho slowly stood up; the cold air from the air conditioner hitting his naked body was not a pleasant feeling. He looked down at Taemin who was still pouting and in a skirt, “You might want to take that off.”
He turned over facing away from Minho and replied, “No, I’m too cold.”
Minho noticed that they had dirtied Taemin’s comforter and sighed, grabbing a blanket from a corner of the room. He walked back to the bunk bed and placed the blanket over the small body, smiling when he noticed Taemin snuggle with the blanket.
“I love you,” poking at Taemin’s small back.
Taemin lay still for a moment before facing back towards Minho, smiling back at him, “I love you too.”
Minho gave him another peck on the lips and got dressed in his pajamas, turning only to see Taemin off in dream land. He was always content after sex, it relieved all of his stress. Licking his lips, he chuckled, “Strawberry lip gloss.”
♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥
A small scream could be heard coming from the bedroom, and Jonghyun immediately stood up.
“Did you hear that?! Key, Minho’s molesting Taemin! You have to save your son!”
Key crossed his leg and flipped another page in his magazine, “Jjong, it was just the TV. Now shut up and enjoy the show you were watching.”
Onew entered the living room and glared at the bowl of grapes in front of him, “Kibum, we’re out of chicken.”
“Jinki, I just bought some last week! You already ate it all?”
Onew nodded shamefully before Jonghyun rushed over and screamed again, “Onew! You’re the leader, right? You have to save the maknae, Minho’s molesting him!”
Onew acted oblivious, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now, can you move so I can sulk about my chicken crisis?”
Jonghyun stepped aside and whined, “Why does no one ever listen to me?”
“Because you’re an idiot,” Key replied as if it was nothing.
“Hey! I heard that!”
♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥
Thanks so much to bananability for reading this over and telling me what I should try to add. 8)
Wrote this since so many people demanded the 2min scene from part 1!First full blown smut ever so please bear with the noob-ness TT-TT
If SHINee make their comeback and Taemin still has hair extensions, I will continue this with other scenes. I hope you all enjoyed 8D
(public entry)