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Title: "The Poisoned Prince and The Toxic Frog"
Author: joshijaja
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 995
Prompt: Both the picture and quote.
Disclaimer: Lolz, I obviously don't own SHINee.
The Poisoned Prince and The Toxic Frog
I missed this. This feeling...it was as if I belonged again. It was as if this missing gap on the surface of my heart had finally been filled, stuffed to the brim like my mouth as my tongue made delicate circles around the head of His sex. My physical being was fine, stoic even, but my mind was intoxicated. Drunk with the need of Him. Yearning for Him as I sucked harder in the hopes to please Him and heal my own need at the same time. The taste of His sex, like liquor, was dangerous, but all too addicting to let go and quit. Though the strength of such a drug was, weak in comparison to the gracious gifts that were his hooded eyes.
Those eyes...those deep jewels of chocolate brown were like the cocaine to my blood stream. With one glare, one emotionless glance, I felt at home. My internal grin became a symbolistic reality as my lips curled themselves into a sweet, child-like smile, as if I was receiving my dream present at Christmas time. With one stroke of my delicate fingers against His stiff, hard, thighs, I felt my heart start to warm and release itself towards the Heavens. It was as if my ribcages were made of strawberry cotton candy, as tiny jolts of happiness caused me to chuckle out loud, the vibrations causing His dick to twitch in reaction. It was the romantic kiss that my soul needed as confirmation to then cry itself tears of joyous nature soon after.
I felt so sure. So sure that, at this moment, He was officially mine. That with every second that passed, with my warm breath tenderly caressing his slick, smooth dick, I was His again. I felt like Cinderella. Just like how she felt as the glass slipper was placed upon her foot, I felt that, in my soul, it was true that dreams did indeed come true. That in the end, the pain and hurt that your slowly beating heart had to endure would be worth it. I felt accomplished. That with this last attempt, this last attempt at claiming what was rightfully mine, everything worked perfectly in my graces. Everything that I had deserved, rightfully earned, and was destined to feel was now mine.
I felt on top of the world.
The bitter and salty taste that kissed my taste buds intensified alongside His moans, which, up until this point, had been non-existent. He had been so quiet for so long. I was becoming worried, yet still assure. But with that one load groan, that sexy, sultry groan of need, all of my thoughts were confirmed. I could mark this dilemma with red ink as "closed," and peacefully swallow every drop of His cum and my saliva. I licked every bit of skin that I could, being sure to clean Him with the upmost of care, like any loving wife would. Momma taught me well.
What she didn't teach me, though, was how to deal with everything once Mouth and Sex parted, and became accustomed with Air. The judgmental, evil, yet sane Air.
"I have to go." He said, which I wasn't expecting.
I don't know why though. Even after three months of our continuous love-making, my mind hadn't accepted the reality of what I was, in similarity to what I was raised around; a whore. My eyes met the hurtful sight of white pants being pulled up as the sound of His belt buckle jingling entered my ears, and the smell of His lust entered my nostrils with each breath of air that I involuntarily took. The bed creaked, His shoes made my wooden floor tiles their squeaky slaves, and the door quietly closed behind Him. But I didn't move.
I couldn't move.
Not when He was raping my soul and forcefully ramming His dick into my mouth.
Like the invisible physicality of my heart, which tore into two pieces and slowly painted my whites bones red, I started to cry. Hard, like how the He was pounding Himself into me. Whispering sweet nothing's into my ears. Yanking my hair like I was a prized hog; His property. And I took it all. Every spiritual inch, non-existent word, and slap to the face became a part of me. I was no longer in a fairy-tale.
I no longer felt like Cinderella.
I felt like a random street walker who was just denied the rights to their money. Like the dying rose of the ferocious Beast. Like the witch after falling to her death in "Snow White." Instead of the victorious hero, I felt like the defeated villain. The owned bitch. The hit roadkill.
Like myself.
I wanted to be the prince to his frog. I wanted to be the one who cured him, when in reality, I was the one who was diseased. A mere zombie of my former self. With the thought lingering through my head, I stood up with weak legs and even weaker knees. I used the bed as leverage, a clutch to possibly stop me from doing what I was about to do. But my mind was made up the moment that I felt His seed spill inside of me. The seed, which became the new host to my body as it shakily made its way towards the open window next to my bed's head rest.
Aladdin and Jasmine
Navi and Tiara
Shang and Mulan
They were lies.
Fibs to fill young minds with mindlessly thought out positivity and hope.
The key's to my demise.
And with one last tear drop raining down upon my cheeks, my body slipped away from the protective wood that was holding me back. The wind hit my face in intense waves as the vision of Eric and Ariel's failed kiss entered my mind.
Jamestown waters...please drown me...for the drums of War are loud tonight.
The end.
A/N:
Okay, so given that there may be a lot of confusion about what you just read, I just want to explain what exactly the story was about. I pray that you all get it after you read this;
To start off with the simplistic plot of the story, Taemin is around 18 years old, whereas Minho is around twenty-eight or so. As you can probably imply as you read the fic, Minho is, in fact, married. He's been married to his wife for a little over five years, with no children, and he's become a bit bored of her, and his tedious life-style. That is why he's currently with Taemin, in secrecy. Recently, before this oneshot took place, he had told Taemin that he wanted to be faithful to his wife and end their little "love affair." What he didn't know, though, was that Taemin was falling in love with him...well, he HAD fallen in love with him. So with that being said, Taemin concocted a plan, a.k.a the tinier portions of the fic.
He used sex as a last resort to keep Minho with him, and, hopefully, change his mind into thinking that he loved him, instead of his wife, hence where the blowjob elements come from. In Taemin's mind, as you could obviously see by reading, the plan was working, but in reality, Minho wasn't even enjoying the blowjob that was being given, at least until he came. He only came to tell Taemin that things were over and assure him of the fact, but Taemin forced himself on him in desperation. And desperation, to me, is one of the main outer themes of this fic.
I really wanted to show the contrast in Taemin's youthful personality, so I decided to use reality and fantasy, in the literal sense, via the use of Disney films, and his real life. For example, the last line was inspired by "Pocahontas," when she was running to save John Smith near the end of the movie whilst singing the lyric "how loud are the drums of war?" It also combines the beginning of the film where she jumped off of the cliff, which should then explain what happened to Taemin;
After he realized the reality of his situation; that Minho didn't love him, and he, pretty much, had just put himself out there like a whore, he committed suicide by falling from his fifth floor hotel window, and onto the concrete below. Concrete in which I envision being in New York. Don't ask me why, I just do. But anyways, some of you may also have some questions about the grammar of the story, so let me explain;
By capitalizing anything involving the word "He," I wanted the reader to really feel how much Minho meant to Taemin. That he was his God, his Jesus, his virtue (thank you Lady GaGa for that inspiration.) In a way, I wanted you to think that Taemin was a bit...obsessed with Minho, in a mentally unstable way. But then again, who are we to define people as such? Also, I capitalized the words "mouth" and "sex" to signify them as being heavy themes to the story, almost as if they were actual people, the contrast of reality and fantasy, if you will.
Oh, and by the way, the capitalized "He"'s are split into two; the first half of the story is Minho, and the second half, after he leaves, is the Devil, a.k.a Taemin's reality. Also take note of how Taemin's POV words, such as "my" were never capitalized, symbolizing how little he thinks of himself, which I also signified in the line "momma taught me best."
And in the means of the picture, I symbolized Minho using not only a godly theme, but also in the theme frog, since the prompt picture seems like it was taken in a rainforest, and it was the first thing that came to mind when I saw it. I wanted to also overly fantasize the stereo-typical characteristics of Taemin and Minho, that you would see in a lot of other 2Min fanfiction, and twist them into something of my own concoction, which may be something that you may not have seen before. The only reason I'm explaining this is because of the complete confusion that may take over some people, otherwise I would have never done this, so I do apologize if I wrecked your own visions of the story. If you have any more questions, please feel free to ask. Good luck to everyone participating in the contest. I hope to read all of your works and give you encouraging comments soon. :)
Author: joshijaja
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 995
Prompt: Both the picture and quote.
Disclaimer: Lolz, I obviously don't own SHINee.
The Poisoned Prince and The Toxic Frog
I missed this. This feeling...it was as if I belonged again. It was as if this missing gap on the surface of my heart had finally been filled, stuffed to the brim like my mouth as my tongue made delicate circles around the head of His sex. My physical being was fine, stoic even, but my mind was intoxicated. Drunk with the need of Him. Yearning for Him as I sucked harder in the hopes to please Him and heal my own need at the same time. The taste of His sex, like liquor, was dangerous, but all too addicting to let go and quit. Though the strength of such a drug was, weak in comparison to the gracious gifts that were his hooded eyes.
Those eyes...those deep jewels of chocolate brown were like the cocaine to my blood stream. With one glare, one emotionless glance, I felt at home. My internal grin became a symbolistic reality as my lips curled themselves into a sweet, child-like smile, as if I was receiving my dream present at Christmas time. With one stroke of my delicate fingers against His stiff, hard, thighs, I felt my heart start to warm and release itself towards the Heavens. It was as if my ribcages were made of strawberry cotton candy, as tiny jolts of happiness caused me to chuckle out loud, the vibrations causing His dick to twitch in reaction. It was the romantic kiss that my soul needed as confirmation to then cry itself tears of joyous nature soon after.
I felt so sure. So sure that, at this moment, He was officially mine. That with every second that passed, with my warm breath tenderly caressing his slick, smooth dick, I was His again. I felt like Cinderella. Just like how she felt as the glass slipper was placed upon her foot, I felt that, in my soul, it was true that dreams did indeed come true. That in the end, the pain and hurt that your slowly beating heart had to endure would be worth it. I felt accomplished. That with this last attempt, this last attempt at claiming what was rightfully mine, everything worked perfectly in my graces. Everything that I had deserved, rightfully earned, and was destined to feel was now mine.
I felt on top of the world.
The bitter and salty taste that kissed my taste buds intensified alongside His moans, which, up until this point, had been non-existent. He had been so quiet for so long. I was becoming worried, yet still assure. But with that one load groan, that sexy, sultry groan of need, all of my thoughts were confirmed. I could mark this dilemma with red ink as "closed," and peacefully swallow every drop of His cum and my saliva. I licked every bit of skin that I could, being sure to clean Him with the upmost of care, like any loving wife would. Momma taught me well.
What she didn't teach me, though, was how to deal with everything once Mouth and Sex parted, and became accustomed with Air. The judgmental, evil, yet sane Air.
"I have to go." He said, which I wasn't expecting.
I don't know why though. Even after three months of our continuous love-making, my mind hadn't accepted the reality of what I was, in similarity to what I was raised around; a whore. My eyes met the hurtful sight of white pants being pulled up as the sound of His belt buckle jingling entered my ears, and the smell of His lust entered my nostrils with each breath of air that I involuntarily took. The bed creaked, His shoes made my wooden floor tiles their squeaky slaves, and the door quietly closed behind Him. But I didn't move.
I couldn't move.
Not when He was raping my soul and forcefully ramming His dick into my mouth.
Like the invisible physicality of my heart, which tore into two pieces and slowly painted my whites bones red, I started to cry. Hard, like how the He was pounding Himself into me. Whispering sweet nothing's into my ears. Yanking my hair like I was a prized hog; His property. And I took it all. Every spiritual inch, non-existent word, and slap to the face became a part of me. I was no longer in a fairy-tale.
I no longer felt like Cinderella.
I felt like a random street walker who was just denied the rights to their money. Like the dying rose of the ferocious Beast. Like the witch after falling to her death in "Snow White." Instead of the victorious hero, I felt like the defeated villain. The owned bitch. The hit roadkill.
Like myself.
I wanted to be the prince to his frog. I wanted to be the one who cured him, when in reality, I was the one who was diseased. A mere zombie of my former self. With the thought lingering through my head, I stood up with weak legs and even weaker knees. I used the bed as leverage, a clutch to possibly stop me from doing what I was about to do. But my mind was made up the moment that I felt His seed spill inside of me. The seed, which became the new host to my body as it shakily made its way towards the open window next to my bed's head rest.
Aladdin and Jasmine
Navi and Tiara
Shang and Mulan
They were lies.
Fibs to fill young minds with mindlessly thought out positivity and hope.
The key's to my demise.
And with one last tear drop raining down upon my cheeks, my body slipped away from the protective wood that was holding me back. The wind hit my face in intense waves as the vision of Eric and Ariel's failed kiss entered my mind.
Jamestown waters...please drown me...for the drums of War are loud tonight.
The end.
A/N:
Okay, so given that there may be a lot of confusion about what you just read, I just want to explain what exactly the story was about. I pray that you all get it after you read this;
To start off with the simplistic plot of the story, Taemin is around 18 years old, whereas Minho is around twenty-eight or so. As you can probably imply as you read the fic, Minho is, in fact, married. He's been married to his wife for a little over five years, with no children, and he's become a bit bored of her, and his tedious life-style. That is why he's currently with Taemin, in secrecy. Recently, before this oneshot took place, he had told Taemin that he wanted to be faithful to his wife and end their little "love affair." What he didn't know, though, was that Taemin was falling in love with him...well, he HAD fallen in love with him. So with that being said, Taemin concocted a plan, a.k.a the tinier portions of the fic.
He used sex as a last resort to keep Minho with him, and, hopefully, change his mind into thinking that he loved him, instead of his wife, hence where the blowjob elements come from. In Taemin's mind, as you could obviously see by reading, the plan was working, but in reality, Minho wasn't even enjoying the blowjob that was being given, at least until he came. He only came to tell Taemin that things were over and assure him of the fact, but Taemin forced himself on him in desperation. And desperation, to me, is one of the main outer themes of this fic.
I really wanted to show the contrast in Taemin's youthful personality, so I decided to use reality and fantasy, in the literal sense, via the use of Disney films, and his real life. For example, the last line was inspired by "Pocahontas," when she was running to save John Smith near the end of the movie whilst singing the lyric "how loud are the drums of war?" It also combines the beginning of the film where she jumped off of the cliff, which should then explain what happened to Taemin;
After he realized the reality of his situation; that Minho didn't love him, and he, pretty much, had just put himself out there like a whore, he committed suicide by falling from his fifth floor hotel window, and onto the concrete below. Concrete in which I envision being in New York. Don't ask me why, I just do. But anyways, some of you may also have some questions about the grammar of the story, so let me explain;
By capitalizing anything involving the word "He," I wanted the reader to really feel how much Minho meant to Taemin. That he was his God, his Jesus, his virtue (thank you Lady GaGa for that inspiration.) In a way, I wanted you to think that Taemin was a bit...obsessed with Minho, in a mentally unstable way. But then again, who are we to define people as such? Also, I capitalized the words "mouth" and "sex" to signify them as being heavy themes to the story, almost as if they were actual people, the contrast of reality and fantasy, if you will.
Oh, and by the way, the capitalized "He"'s are split into two; the first half of the story is Minho, and the second half, after he leaves, is the Devil, a.k.a Taemin's reality. Also take note of how Taemin's POV words, such as "my" were never capitalized, symbolizing how little he thinks of himself, which I also signified in the line "momma taught me best."
And in the means of the picture, I symbolized Minho using not only a godly theme, but also in the theme frog, since the prompt picture seems like it was taken in a rainforest, and it was the first thing that came to mind when I saw it. I wanted to also overly fantasize the stereo-typical characteristics of Taemin and Minho, that you would see in a lot of other 2Min fanfiction, and twist them into something of my own concoction, which may be something that you may not have seen before. The only reason I'm explaining this is because of the complete confusion that may take over some people, otherwise I would have never done this, so I do apologize if I wrecked your own visions of the story. If you have any more questions, please feel free to ask. Good luck to everyone participating in the contest. I hope to read all of your works and give you encouraging comments soon. :)