Not so innocent (1/2)
Title: Not so innocent
Author thinkingfood
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Taemin/Minho
Summary: Minho thought it was just another boring day
A/N: My summary sucks, i know... sorry
The SHINee gang lazily gathered at the dining table for their usually lunchtime meal. Minho signed as he took I usual seat next to Taemin and Jinki.
“This is so boring,” Minho thought to himself. He was tired of completing the same boring routine day in and day out and craved for something new and exciting to occur. Everyone was engrossed in their own little worlds. Key stood with his back to the table, cooking dumplings for the group to devour. The two oldest bickering back and forth on who would win in a fight: Superman or Chuck Norris. Resting his head in the palms of his hands the rapper mentally bitched about how being an idol wasn’t as fun as everyone claimed it to be. Long hours of work, not enough sleep, strange clothi---. What was that? Something was crawling up his thigh. Was it a bug? Couldn’t be. A mouse? No, it was a hand… Taemin’s hand? The rapper looked to his right and saw a smirking maknae stare back.
“What are you doing,” Minho’s eyes spoke. The shock in Minho’s eyes caused Taemin’s smirk to widen, his hand on Minho’s thigh casually traveling up to the obvious bulge in the other’s pants. The older of the two froze, his feelings numb from the pleasure. Finally making it to the top of the rapper’s thigh, Taemin grabbed the clothed erection, rubbing it between his fore-finger and thumb. Minho’s muscles tensed. Fighting back the moan in his throat, the rapper attempted to swat away Taemin’s roaming hand. But… it was gone?
Soon Taemin was lowering his body underneath the table, disappearing from the sight of his hyungs. Once hidden from view the boy kneeled in front of Minho, spreading his legs and unzipping the latter‘s jeans. Instantly Minho’s cock was released. Leaning in, Taemin took the cock in between his lips, sucking it harshly. Minho bit down, attempting to smother the groan of pleasure. He reached down beneath the table, entangling his fingers in Taemin’s hair. Taemin’s tongue swirled patterns on his top, teasing Minho. Running his fingers through the kneeing boy’s hair, Minho couldn’t help but buck his hips forward, forcing the younger boy’s mouth to hold more of him.
“Minho-ah where‘s Taeminnie?” Key glanced over his shoulder at a stiffed Minho.
“I-I-I don‘t know Key,” Minho stuttered.
“Are you ok Minho-ah, you don‘t look to good.”
“F-fine, I‘m f-f-fine.”
“If you say so. why don‘t you stay here today with Taemin, and relax.” Turning back to face his boiling pot, Key hummed the melody to the new Super Junior song. Relax! How was he supposed to think more or else relax while Taemin tempted him with that magical tongue of his.
Poor hyungs, poor oblivious hyungs.
Minho could feel his orgasm approaching, milky- white fluid soon filling the maknae’s lips. Taemin swallowed down the liquid and released Minho’s heated shaft.
“It’s ready,” Key called, plating the dumplings for each member.
Quickly Taemin pulled up Minho’s pants from around his ankle, erasing any trace of his presence. All attention was on the table as Key placed a plate in front of everyone. What were they going to do? They were going to get caught.
“Omo!” Minho screamed, pointing out the window. Jinki, Jonghyun, and Key’s heads snapped to look at where Minho pointed. With the attention focused on the window Taemin swiftly raised up into his seat.
“What are you all looking at?” Taemin asked, hiding his knowing smile.
I can't believe I poisoned the 2min innocence *hangs head in shame*. Decided to post this smutty failure before my conscience got the best of me. Comments= <3
Author thinkingfood
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Taemin/Minho
Summary: Minho thought it was just another boring day
A/N: My summary sucks, i know... sorry
The SHINee gang lazily gathered at the dining table for their usually lunchtime meal. Minho signed as he took I usual seat next to Taemin and Jinki.
“This is so boring,” Minho thought to himself. He was tired of completing the same boring routine day in and day out and craved for something new and exciting to occur. Everyone was engrossed in their own little worlds. Key stood with his back to the table, cooking dumplings for the group to devour. The two oldest bickering back and forth on who would win in a fight: Superman or Chuck Norris. Resting his head in the palms of his hands the rapper mentally bitched about how being an idol wasn’t as fun as everyone claimed it to be. Long hours of work, not enough sleep, strange clothi---. What was that? Something was crawling up his thigh. Was it a bug? Couldn’t be. A mouse? No, it was a hand… Taemin’s hand? The rapper looked to his right and saw a smirking maknae stare back.
“What are you doing,” Minho’s eyes spoke. The shock in Minho’s eyes caused Taemin’s smirk to widen, his hand on Minho’s thigh casually traveling up to the obvious bulge in the other’s pants. The older of the two froze, his feelings numb from the pleasure. Finally making it to the top of the rapper’s thigh, Taemin grabbed the clothed erection, rubbing it between his fore-finger and thumb. Minho’s muscles tensed. Fighting back the moan in his throat, the rapper attempted to swat away Taemin’s roaming hand. But… it was gone?
Soon Taemin was lowering his body underneath the table, disappearing from the sight of his hyungs. Once hidden from view the boy kneeled in front of Minho, spreading his legs and unzipping the latter‘s jeans. Instantly Minho’s cock was released. Leaning in, Taemin took the cock in between his lips, sucking it harshly. Minho bit down, attempting to smother the groan of pleasure. He reached down beneath the table, entangling his fingers in Taemin’s hair. Taemin’s tongue swirled patterns on his top, teasing Minho. Running his fingers through the kneeing boy’s hair, Minho couldn’t help but buck his hips forward, forcing the younger boy’s mouth to hold more of him.
“Minho-ah where‘s Taeminnie?” Key glanced over his shoulder at a stiffed Minho.
“I-I-I don‘t know Key,” Minho stuttered.
“Are you ok Minho-ah, you don‘t look to good.”
“F-fine, I‘m f-f-fine.”
“If you say so. why don‘t you stay here today with Taemin, and relax.” Turning back to face his boiling pot, Key hummed the melody to the new Super Junior song. Relax! How was he supposed to think more or else relax while Taemin tempted him with that magical tongue of his.
Poor hyungs, poor oblivious hyungs.
Minho could feel his orgasm approaching, milky- white fluid soon filling the maknae’s lips. Taemin swallowed down the liquid and released Minho’s heated shaft.
“It’s ready,” Key called, plating the dumplings for each member.
Quickly Taemin pulled up Minho’s pants from around his ankle, erasing any trace of his presence. All attention was on the table as Key placed a plate in front of everyone. What were they going to do? They were going to get caught.
“Omo!” Minho screamed, pointing out the window. Jinki, Jonghyun, and Key’s heads snapped to look at where Minho pointed. With the attention focused on the window Taemin swiftly raised up into his seat.
“What are you all looking at?” Taemin asked, hiding his knowing smile.
I can't believe I poisoned the 2min innocence *hangs head in shame*. Decided to post this smutty failure before my conscience got the best of me. Comments= <3