Not so innocent (2/2)
Title: Not so innocent (2/2)
Author thinkingfood
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Taemin/Minho
Summary: Minho's phone revenge for the "kitchen incident" Taemin caused
A/N: This can be read as a one-shot too.
Minho was so fucking bored he didn’t know what to do with himself. The brunette laid across his hotel room’s bed, limbs spread out wide. He was done filming Dream Team for the night and had retired to his room early. His mind brainstorming the ways to destroy his weakness from the day’s match. A robotic ring from his cell phone broke the young athlete’s thinking.
“Do you miss me Taeminnie” Minho asked rising his body up to a sitting position.
“Nope” The younger boy responded pretending to bored with talking to his hyung.
“Not even a little?” Minho’s voice mocked sadness, his eyes scanning the empty walls of his room.
“Not at all” Minho could hear Taemin’s quiet giggles through the phone. That’s when it hit him, the perfect revenge against the maknae for their “kitchen incident” the day before.
“Oh really, so you haven’t been thinking of having my mouth sucking the hell out of your wet throbbing cock over and over til you burst?” Pay back’s a bitch isn’t it Taeminnie?
“Hyung~ don‘t tease me” breathed Taemin, his mind fantasying Minho’s touch on his dick. The older boy’s head bobbing back in forth, taking Taemin deeper each time.
“What‘s wrong” Minho questioned faking sympathy for the younger boy, his own hands traveling to the arousal, growing in size with each sound that fell from the other’s lips. The rapper closed his eyes imaging that is was Taemin’s delicate palms pressing roughly against his hardening member.
There was no response from the other side of the line, only the sound of a bathroom door locking. Taemin carefully squatted into the bathtub, his back leaning against the wall. Tucked his small cell phone between the crevice of his shoulder and left ear, Taemin unbuckled his pants.
“Is there a problem Taemin?”
“Yes hyung, I don‘t think this tub is big enough to hold my orgasm.” Taemin worried across the phone. “It‘s just that I keep picturing that it‘s your long thin fingers hugging the base of my dick; your hand stroking from my sack up to the tip making me cum.” Changing his tone to match the same sarcastic worry Minho used, Taemin spoke.
“Oh no some is starting to leak out, are you going to lick it up hyung?” Minho’s shoulders slammed harshly onto the wooden headboard of the hotel’s bed. The edge of his tongue hung loosely off the side of the rapper’s tilted head as his whole shakes to the quick rhythm of his hand.
“Don’t. you .feel. It?,” Minho stopped, pausing for effect, “That wet sensation coating your cock? It’s my tongue tracing the rings around your tip. I like the taste of your cum in my mouth; warm and sticky just the way I like it. I want more.” Taemin’s stomach flipped at the request, his hand tugged eagerly at his dripping length for-filling Minho’s wish.
“Harder hyung, harder,” demanded Taemin, his voice horse and raw from screaming Minho’s name so loud he was so close to spilling his contents and needed Minho’s voice to fall over the edge. “I‘m almost there.”
“Cum for your hyung.” Minho urged yanking his hands faster, his fingers digging into the meat of his underside.
Unable to contain it anymore Taemin snapped his hips upward into the damp tunnel of his tightened hand. His breathing erratic as his insides tensed preparing to release. With one last whisper of Minho’s name, a white light flashed in front of Taemin’s eyes, a pool of cum covering the base of the bath tub.
With a stripped voice Taemin growled, “Your ass is mine when you get home.” and hung up the phone.
Ughh this is a sucky second part of Not so innocent >8x i wanted to write something else but I guess this will have to do. Try not to hate it plzz
Comments will make me feel better ^___^
Author thinkingfood
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Taemin/Minho
Summary: Minho's phone revenge for the "kitchen incident" Taemin caused
A/N: This can be read as a one-shot too.
Minho was so fucking bored he didn’t know what to do with himself. The brunette laid across his hotel room’s bed, limbs spread out wide. He was done filming Dream Team for the night and had retired to his room early. His mind brainstorming the ways to destroy his weakness from the day’s match. A robotic ring from his cell phone broke the young athlete’s thinking.
“Do you miss me Taeminnie” Minho asked rising his body up to a sitting position.
“Nope” The younger boy responded pretending to bored with talking to his hyung.
“Not even a little?” Minho’s voice mocked sadness, his eyes scanning the empty walls of his room.
“Not at all” Minho could hear Taemin’s quiet giggles through the phone. That’s when it hit him, the perfect revenge against the maknae for their “kitchen incident” the day before.
“Oh really, so you haven’t been thinking of having my mouth sucking the hell out of your wet throbbing cock over and over til you burst?” Pay back’s a bitch isn’t it Taeminnie?
“Hyung~ don‘t tease me” breathed Taemin, his mind fantasying Minho’s touch on his dick. The older boy’s head bobbing back in forth, taking Taemin deeper each time.
“What‘s wrong” Minho questioned faking sympathy for the younger boy, his own hands traveling to the arousal, growing in size with each sound that fell from the other’s lips. The rapper closed his eyes imaging that is was Taemin’s delicate palms pressing roughly against his hardening member.
There was no response from the other side of the line, only the sound of a bathroom door locking. Taemin carefully squatted into the bathtub, his back leaning against the wall. Tucked his small cell phone between the crevice of his shoulder and left ear, Taemin unbuckled his pants.
“Is there a problem Taemin?”
“Yes hyung, I don‘t think this tub is big enough to hold my orgasm.” Taemin worried across the phone. “It‘s just that I keep picturing that it‘s your long thin fingers hugging the base of my dick; your hand stroking from my sack up to the tip making me cum.” Changing his tone to match the same sarcastic worry Minho used, Taemin spoke.
“Oh no some is starting to leak out, are you going to lick it up hyung?” Minho’s shoulders slammed harshly onto the wooden headboard of the hotel’s bed. The edge of his tongue hung loosely off the side of the rapper’s tilted head as his whole shakes to the quick rhythm of his hand.
“Don’t. you .feel. It?,” Minho stopped, pausing for effect, “That wet sensation coating your cock? It’s my tongue tracing the rings around your tip. I like the taste of your cum in my mouth; warm and sticky just the way I like it. I want more.” Taemin’s stomach flipped at the request, his hand tugged eagerly at his dripping length for-filling Minho’s wish.
“Harder hyung, harder,” demanded Taemin, his voice horse and raw from screaming Minho’s name so loud he was so close to spilling his contents and needed Minho’s voice to fall over the edge. “I‘m almost there.”
“Cum for your hyung.” Minho urged yanking his hands faster, his fingers digging into the meat of his underside.
Unable to contain it anymore Taemin snapped his hips upward into the damp tunnel of his tightened hand. His breathing erratic as his insides tensed preparing to release. With one last whisper of Minho’s name, a white light flashed in front of Taemin’s eyes, a pool of cum covering the base of the bath tub.
With a stripped voice Taemin growled, “Your ass is mine when you get home.” and hung up the phone.
Ughh this is a sucky second part of Not so innocent >8x i wanted to write something else but I guess this will have to do. Try not to hate it plzz
Comments will make me feel better ^___^