Not So Innocent Bonus Story
Title: Not So Innocent Bonus Story
Author thinkingfood
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Taemin/Minho
Summary: Friday July 10th aka the day Minho return’s home. And today needed to be perfect so that tonight would be amazing. That’s where operation: Sex Minho like Crazy came into play.
A/N Special thanks to my bb choon_hee who supports my sorry ass when I'm lazy
Phase 1: Get the hyungs out of the house for the night
First up was the easiest of the three: Onew.
“Hyung”
“Hmmm,” Jinki answered his eyes never leaving his script for Night Time.
“Did you know the chicken shop downtown is giving out free chicken tonight?” Instantly Jinki’s eyes snapped up from the paper to look at Taemin, complete joy evident in his shining eyes. Taemin, taking Jinki’s new attention as a means to continue spoke, “Yup they are handing out free chicken to everyone
Lined up outside of there store.” Jinki’s eyes shined brighter, images of eating chicken floating in his head.
“But,” Taemin added. “you have to get there before… what time is it?”
“10: 53.” Jinki answered
“Before 11,” Taemin finished, luckily Key and Jonghyun were too preoccupied with each other to ruin Jinki’s departure; he could just imagine Key’s nagging about it was too late to go out alone and how Jonghyun would tease the leader about turning into a chicken because he ate so much.
Onew gone: check
“Key did you see this?” Taemin waved the sales catalog of Key’s favorite store in this face, making sure the shoes’ section page could be clearly seen. Key’s eyes followed the swaying page back in forth, each swing hypnotizing the diva deeper. In a flash Key held the snatched catalog, his eyes furiously scanning the paper. The shoes were calling to him, tempting him into buying every pair. Key shook his head, snapping out of the trance the shoes had caused. “No, Minho‘s coming home today I need to be here to welcome him back.”
Shoes are Key’s weak point and Taemin was going to utilize it to the best of his ability. “Key-umma didn‘t you say you wanted these the other day?” Taemin pointed to a pair neon high top nike, drawing an invisible heart around its picture.
“You totally deserve them,” Taemin coaxed, his voice speaking as if he knew what was best. “And wouldn‘t they make an amazing present for all your hard work? ”
“You‘re right.”
Hook. Line. Sinker.
“I work so hard everyday. I wash the dishes, make dinner, do the laundry.”
Ok not the response he was looking for mostly because the 5 boys barely had time to eat, sleep, or relax because of the preparations for their comeback next week but who cares.
As Key’s continued ranting on about his duties, Taemin slyly gathered the umma’s things and pushed him out the door with an excited “Have fun hyung!”
Two down, one more to go.
“Looks like it’s just you and me til Minho gets home,” Jonghyun dived onto the living room’s couch, nuzzling his face on a pillow. Taemin prepared for a potential threat against his plan and had tactics ready.
“Jonghyunnie hyung,” Taemin squeezing the last ounce of aegyo into the name “Doesn‘t Key hyung have your credit card?”
The innocent question shot a worried Jonghyun up off the couch snatching his coat off the hanger in the closet mumbling, “Shit, just because my name is Bling Bling doesn‘t mean I‘m made of money.” Jonghyun hurried steps echoed down the hallway running to catch the shopper before he left alone.
Phase 2: Pleasure shopping
Now that the hyungs were gone it was time for Taemin for do some shopping of his own. Jonghyun always bragged about how great the sex was between him and Key. The vocalist would describe the different array of toys Key kept in his room along with the rows of costumes in the closet. Silently Taemin snuck into the diva’s room practically running to the huge walk in closet on the back wall. In the darkened room only the faint blue light was lit, the light from an electronic lock.
Leave it to Key to put a lock on his closet, Taemin thought. God forbid a burglar or psycho fan barged into the dorm possibly trying to kill/rape the SHINee gang, at least the mountains of Key’s clothing were safe. Sometimes Taemin wondered what Key loved more him or his wardrobe.
A lock, now there was a challenge. If I was Key what would my password be?
Taemin deliberated over the possible correct answers, straining his brain to think like the diva. Finally for what felt like painstaking hours the answer hit him. What did love more than shopping, dancing, and potentially Jonghyun? Of course the Almighty Key was in love with… himself.
Taemin could hear the tiny mechanical clicks of the lock unlatching the door swinging open to welcome his presence. The racks lined with various role play costumes and gadgets. Hell, it was like Sex Toys- R-Us. You name it and Key had it in his closet. Cowboy getup, Nurse accessories , multi-speed bazooka dildos, leather thongs and much more for your sexing pleasure.
The maknae decided to keep it safe- being new to the whole role play game- picking out an outfit and an accessory; running to prepare for Minho’s arrival.
Get ready Minho because here I come.
Phase 3: Rock Minho’s World
Minho opened the door to the SHINee dorm, dark, silent, empty? Was no one here to welcome him home?
“Freeze,” a voice demanded, an unknown outline stationed inside the doorway of Minho’s room. Minho jaw hung wide open his mind instantly melting from the sight in front of him, speechless. There in his doorway stood Taemin a tight cop-like costume dressing his body; a fake gun- produced from his thumb and index fingers- aimed at the brunette.
“On the bed now.” He ordered turning away from the door’s entrance and into the athlete’s room.
Obediently Minho followed the ‘cop’ into his room climbing on top of the mattress on all fours, confused excited and a little turned on for what was in store. Once on the bed Taemin gestured for Minho to remove his shirt, a devilish smirk encasing his features, handcuffs dangling from his hand.
Yup Minho was definitely turned on now.
Slowly Taemin crawled to his captive, planting his hips on top of the others- the two bulging arousals brushing slightly together sending Minho’s desire for friction sky rocketing through the roof- to strap Minho’s wrist to the bed’s post. Minho curses himself for wearing heavy sweatpants, his hips involuntarily bucking upwards craving desperately for the much needed friction to soothe the growing beast in his pants. Taemin’s hands dipping below the soft fabric of the shirt, his fingers exploring Minho’s toned chest tracing the definite lines of the athlete’s rock hard abs. Lips found their way to Minho’s, sucking the bottom for entrance, wet warmth filling his mouth. Taemin tilted his head to the side, deepening the heated kiss, grinding down lightly toying with his pray. Sloppy kisses coated Minho’s jaw line keeping in rhythm to Taemin’s erotic hip rolls.
“Damn it Taemin.” Minho was practically dieing from the younger boy’s tempting. An unbearable pain shooting through his hardened dick throbbing in unison to his speeding heartbeat, tears of frustration and need threatening to leak from his eyes. Each extended moment without Taemin’s touch ’down there’ more antagonizing then the last.
Enough was enough.
Belting out a animalistic growl, low and menacing, the rapper transformed into breast. The deadly mixture of strength and lust heightening Minho’s adrenaline. His eyes pitch black like the midnight sky during a storm. Minho was never one to wait and when he wanted something (in this case someone) he got- no matter what held him back. A swift twist of his hips and the rapper’s body hovered over a stupefied Taemin; the cuffs holding Minho’s hands hostage snapping open instantly, a wicked smirk plastered on his face. Time to play.
A small squeak sounded from Taemin’s mouth, his cool skin heating at Minho’s touch. Slipping one of his newly freed hands under Taemin’s back side, Minho unzipped the cop clothing reveling the maknae in his total glory. Before Taemin could compute the new situation he was in, Minho’s constricting sweatpants were off, tossed absent- mindedly to the floor.
Pre-cum dripped from Minho’s swollen cock as it plunged inside of Taemin feeling the opening contract around his length. Taemin separating his legs wider urged Minho to start, hips wiggling around determined to find an angle that would sink Minho even further in him. Leisurely Minho dragged his cock in and out of Taemin speeding up rapidly until Taemin’s naked body embedded into the bed, his trembling bruised lips mewling in pleasure.
Minho’s ragging cock buried deep between his legs, rocking steadily back and forth taking the younger boy’ for all he was worth. Minho wrapped his arms around Taemin’s back, lifting the boy’s hips up and hauling him onto his lap, never breaking his constant rhythm of thrusting. The new position brought an even higher state of ecstasy to the maknae; showers of moans poured from his mouth, nails scraping down Minho’s backside.
Electrify flowed through Taemin’s veins, his gut tightening as he reached his climax. Hot cum splashing onto Minho’s stomach as his head dipped back settling on the bed’s head board; the view behind his eyes flashing a blinding white. After a few more thrust Minho followed, the sight of Taemin in utter bliss setting him over the edge.
Minho watched as Taemin rolled over to the to the side of the bed pick up the athlete’s abandoned shirt chucking at how the large Dream Team jersey swallowed the younger boy’s slim figure his slight curves hidden beneath the dress-like shirt.
“I missed you hyung,” Taemin whispered, his head resting in the middle of Minho’s chest, the quiet pulse of the older’s heart lullabing him to sleep.
Mission Accomplished
Ok so Minho technically is the one who sexs Taemin like crazy but he still got some crazy sex right??? Gosh I'm pathetic T___T, i hope this doesn't suck, I just really wanted Sex like Crazy somewhere in the story.
Send me some love<333
Author thinkingfood
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Taemin/Minho
Summary: Friday July 10th aka the day Minho return’s home. And today needed to be perfect so that tonight would be amazing. That’s where operation: Sex Minho like Crazy came into play.
A/N Special thanks to my bb choon_hee who supports my sorry ass when I'm lazy
Phase 1: Get the hyungs out of the house for the night
First up was the easiest of the three: Onew.
“Hyung”
“Hmmm,” Jinki answered his eyes never leaving his script for Night Time.
“Did you know the chicken shop downtown is giving out free chicken tonight?” Instantly Jinki’s eyes snapped up from the paper to look at Taemin, complete joy evident in his shining eyes. Taemin, taking Jinki’s new attention as a means to continue spoke, “Yup they are handing out free chicken to everyone
Lined up outside of there store.” Jinki’s eyes shined brighter, images of eating chicken floating in his head.
“But,” Taemin added. “you have to get there before… what time is it?”
“10: 53.” Jinki answered
“Before 11,” Taemin finished, luckily Key and Jonghyun were too preoccupied with each other to ruin Jinki’s departure; he could just imagine Key’s nagging about it was too late to go out alone and how Jonghyun would tease the leader about turning into a chicken because he ate so much.
Onew gone: check
“Key did you see this?” Taemin waved the sales catalog of Key’s favorite store in this face, making sure the shoes’ section page could be clearly seen. Key’s eyes followed the swaying page back in forth, each swing hypnotizing the diva deeper. In a flash Key held the snatched catalog, his eyes furiously scanning the paper. The shoes were calling to him, tempting him into buying every pair. Key shook his head, snapping out of the trance the shoes had caused. “No, Minho‘s coming home today I need to be here to welcome him back.”
Shoes are Key’s weak point and Taemin was going to utilize it to the best of his ability. “Key-umma didn‘t you say you wanted these the other day?” Taemin pointed to a pair neon high top nike, drawing an invisible heart around its picture.
“You totally deserve them,” Taemin coaxed, his voice speaking as if he knew what was best. “And wouldn‘t they make an amazing present for all your hard work? ”
“You‘re right.”
Hook. Line. Sinker.
“I work so hard everyday. I wash the dishes, make dinner, do the laundry.”
Ok not the response he was looking for mostly because the 5 boys barely had time to eat, sleep, or relax because of the preparations for their comeback next week but who cares.
As Key’s continued ranting on about his duties, Taemin slyly gathered the umma’s things and pushed him out the door with an excited “Have fun hyung!”
Two down, one more to go.
“Looks like it’s just you and me til Minho gets home,” Jonghyun dived onto the living room’s couch, nuzzling his face on a pillow. Taemin prepared for a potential threat against his plan and had tactics ready.
“Jonghyunnie hyung,” Taemin squeezing the last ounce of aegyo into the name “Doesn‘t Key hyung have your credit card?”
The innocent question shot a worried Jonghyun up off the couch snatching his coat off the hanger in the closet mumbling, “Shit, just because my name is Bling Bling doesn‘t mean I‘m made of money.” Jonghyun hurried steps echoed down the hallway running to catch the shopper before he left alone.
Phase 2: Pleasure shopping
Now that the hyungs were gone it was time for Taemin for do some shopping of his own. Jonghyun always bragged about how great the sex was between him and Key. The vocalist would describe the different array of toys Key kept in his room along with the rows of costumes in the closet. Silently Taemin snuck into the diva’s room practically running to the huge walk in closet on the back wall. In the darkened room only the faint blue light was lit, the light from an electronic lock.
Leave it to Key to put a lock on his closet, Taemin thought. God forbid a burglar or psycho fan barged into the dorm possibly trying to kill/rape the SHINee gang, at least the mountains of Key’s clothing were safe. Sometimes Taemin wondered what Key loved more him or his wardrobe.
A lock, now there was a challenge. If I was Key what would my password be?
Taemin deliberated over the possible correct answers, straining his brain to think like the diva. Finally for what felt like painstaking hours the answer hit him. What did love more than shopping, dancing, and potentially Jonghyun? Of course the Almighty Key was in love with… himself.
Taemin could hear the tiny mechanical clicks of the lock unlatching the door swinging open to welcome his presence. The racks lined with various role play costumes and gadgets. Hell, it was like Sex Toys- R-Us. You name it and Key had it in his closet. Cowboy getup, Nurse accessories , multi-speed bazooka dildos, leather thongs and much more for your sexing pleasure.
The maknae decided to keep it safe- being new to the whole role play game- picking out an outfit and an accessory; running to prepare for Minho’s arrival.
Get ready Minho because here I come.
Phase 3: Rock Minho’s World
Minho opened the door to the SHINee dorm, dark, silent, empty? Was no one here to welcome him home?
“Freeze,” a voice demanded, an unknown outline stationed inside the doorway of Minho’s room. Minho jaw hung wide open his mind instantly melting from the sight in front of him, speechless. There in his doorway stood Taemin a tight cop-like costume dressing his body; a fake gun- produced from his thumb and index fingers- aimed at the brunette.
“On the bed now.” He ordered turning away from the door’s entrance and into the athlete’s room.
Obediently Minho followed the ‘cop’ into his room climbing on top of the mattress on all fours, confused excited and a little turned on for what was in store. Once on the bed Taemin gestured for Minho to remove his shirt, a devilish smirk encasing his features, handcuffs dangling from his hand.
Yup Minho was definitely turned on now.
Slowly Taemin crawled to his captive, planting his hips on top of the others- the two bulging arousals brushing slightly together sending Minho’s desire for friction sky rocketing through the roof- to strap Minho’s wrist to the bed’s post. Minho curses himself for wearing heavy sweatpants, his hips involuntarily bucking upwards craving desperately for the much needed friction to soothe the growing beast in his pants. Taemin’s hands dipping below the soft fabric of the shirt, his fingers exploring Minho’s toned chest tracing the definite lines of the athlete’s rock hard abs. Lips found their way to Minho’s, sucking the bottom for entrance, wet warmth filling his mouth. Taemin tilted his head to the side, deepening the heated kiss, grinding down lightly toying with his pray. Sloppy kisses coated Minho’s jaw line keeping in rhythm to Taemin’s erotic hip rolls.
“Damn it Taemin.” Minho was practically dieing from the younger boy’s tempting. An unbearable pain shooting through his hardened dick throbbing in unison to his speeding heartbeat, tears of frustration and need threatening to leak from his eyes. Each extended moment without Taemin’s touch ’down there’ more antagonizing then the last.
Enough was enough.
Belting out a animalistic growl, low and menacing, the rapper transformed into breast. The deadly mixture of strength and lust heightening Minho’s adrenaline. His eyes pitch black like the midnight sky during a storm. Minho was never one to wait and when he wanted something (in this case someone) he got- no matter what held him back. A swift twist of his hips and the rapper’s body hovered over a stupefied Taemin; the cuffs holding Minho’s hands hostage snapping open instantly, a wicked smirk plastered on his face. Time to play.
A small squeak sounded from Taemin’s mouth, his cool skin heating at Minho’s touch. Slipping one of his newly freed hands under Taemin’s back side, Minho unzipped the cop clothing reveling the maknae in his total glory. Before Taemin could compute the new situation he was in, Minho’s constricting sweatpants were off, tossed absent- mindedly to the floor.
Pre-cum dripped from Minho’s swollen cock as it plunged inside of Taemin feeling the opening contract around his length. Taemin separating his legs wider urged Minho to start, hips wiggling around determined to find an angle that would sink Minho even further in him. Leisurely Minho dragged his cock in and out of Taemin speeding up rapidly until Taemin’s naked body embedded into the bed, his trembling bruised lips mewling in pleasure.
Minho’s ragging cock buried deep between his legs, rocking steadily back and forth taking the younger boy’ for all he was worth. Minho wrapped his arms around Taemin’s back, lifting the boy’s hips up and hauling him onto his lap, never breaking his constant rhythm of thrusting. The new position brought an even higher state of ecstasy to the maknae; showers of moans poured from his mouth, nails scraping down Minho’s backside.
Electrify flowed through Taemin’s veins, his gut tightening as he reached his climax. Hot cum splashing onto Minho’s stomach as his head dipped back settling on the bed’s head board; the view behind his eyes flashing a blinding white. After a few more thrust Minho followed, the sight of Taemin in utter bliss setting him over the edge.
Minho watched as Taemin rolled over to the to the side of the bed pick up the athlete’s abandoned shirt chucking at how the large Dream Team jersey swallowed the younger boy’s slim figure his slight curves hidden beneath the dress-like shirt.
“I missed you hyung,” Taemin whispered, his head resting in the middle of Minho’s chest, the quiet pulse of the older’s heart lullabing him to sleep.
Mission Accomplished
Ok so Minho technically is the one who sexs Taemin like crazy but he still got some crazy sex right??? Gosh I'm pathetic T___T, i hope this doesn't suck, I just really wanted Sex like Crazy somewhere in the story.
Send me some love<333