Notice Me ; 2MIN [ONESHOT]
Title: Notice Me
Author: twenty3eleven
Rating: NC-17
Genre: SMUTTY SMUTTY SMUT SMUT
Pairings: 2min
Word count: 2,538
Summary: Taemin and Minho lived opposite each other, and whatever Taemin was doing was driving Minho crazy.
A/N: BIRTHDAY SMUT FOR MY AWESOME BB pinku_kireru ! I'm a day late, sorry okay ): And it's another failure. Love ya bb!
Taemin was just a tease, Minho repeatedly reassured himself. That boy’s got a lot of raging hormones in him. Whatever he was doing to him (which Minho could not deny that it was inappropriate) was understandable, he thought to himself.
He shifted his gaze towards a corner of the room, his position in bed was becoming much uncomfortable than before. That was his luck for having his bed facing an open window, to which another person’s apartment was of close proximity to his on the opposite tower.
Minho had just moved into his new apartment about a month ago. Getting this place was a huge blessing for him, because the apartment blocks were situated near the university; something that many students yearn to have. His neighbours were really helpful and friendly enough, making his transition to this area much hospitable and welcoming.
Not until when he was gleefully unpacking his things from those huge carton boxes; moving them around and shifting them from room to room, when something, or rather someone caught his eye as he first stepped into his new bedroom.
A young teenager, about his age, was dancing in the middle of the apartment opposite his. Minho stood still at the doorframe, as he watched this male (presumably younger) moving fluidly across the wooden floor; arms and legs flexed gracefully. It was as if this boy was in a whole new dimension of himself - his body took over the innervations, setting his physical self alive. Who was this person? Minho thought with jaw hung slightly open while still cradling the carton box in his arms.
He did not realise he had been standing for a while now, because Taemin noticed this new presence too. And there was this momentary eye contact, which started off a series of awkward encounters. Instant electrifying extravagance, as Minho would deem it to be; as though they were destined to meet each other.
It did not really help Minho much that Taemin was growing fast; his physical build was getting bigger day by day proven by the time the younger spent in the gym. His once lanky arms were now not as skinny as before - nor were they bodybuilder-buff. It was just the right amount in the right places to be called ‘muscular’.
Back to where Minho was having a relaxing time after work in bed, he maintained his gaze at the same dull corner of his bedroom. Feeling that Taemin could have probably disappeared out of his view, he took a peek out of the window, only to meet Taemin’s eyes. His slant fiery red bangs fell across his forehead with tilt of his head, as he peered confusedly through the window at Minho.
Avoiding any more possible embarrassment and uneasiness about the entire situation, Minho scrambled out of bed and walked out of the bedroom - without looking back at Taemin. Minho did not realise that Taemin was still at the window, dumbfounded and possibly feeling rejected too.
As Minho went about his daily day-to-day activities, he avoided the window as much as possible. He hoped he did not have to chance upon Taemin. No, scratch that. He hoped he did not have to see Taemin again. He did not want to see him dancing again for fear the younger male would entice him deeper. Every single time when Minho briefly saw him dancing, he felt as though he was being pulled into this trap.
A deceiving trap? He would think so. He was living in denial - Taemin was just dancing like that mainly because he liked it, and not for other reasons. And Minho roughly knew what the other supposed main reason was.
Minho did not, in any way, want to fall for it; he was not supposed to. He barely knew this guy, except for his name!
~;~
I hate this! Minho threw his pencil down onto the table in frustration, frowning at the same time at the textbook in front of him. He was having difficulty grasping a few concepts for his upcoming exams. It also did not help much that his first paper was in the afternoon the next day.
He decided to read his previous notes, thinking that the bunch of papers could at least, save his life from repeating the module, when he heard music coming from outside the window. It was loud enough; too loud that it drowned out the current song that was playing in his earphones.
Minho backed away from the table, sliding on his swivel chair towards the window. Not making his presence obvious, he took a quick peek and there he was. Taemin.
The music came from Taemin’s side - much appropriate for dancing in the clubs. Minho watched as he moved across the floor. It seemed normal - he could be practising the same moves over and over again, so what’s new?
Taemin was quick enough to spot Minho from the corner of his vision, darting his eyes towards the peeping male. Minho’s eyes widened when he realised he got caught. Like before, he wanted to move away; it was all wrong! He had so much little time left - he barely finished half of the syllabus. There was no way he would spend the next hour or two peeking at Taemin dancing.
But no, despite barely knowing the taller male, Taemin managed to peel away Minho’s restraints - one layer at a time.
Swaying his hips from side to side ever so slowly, he maintained eye contact with Minho as he did a body wave; torso rippled through air like flexible rubber, accentuating the curves of his hips more. Minho could not tear away from the scene; his eyes dead locked on Taemin’s lusting body.
Minho gulped hard; very hard and that response was enough to drive Taemin to move a step further - hoping to settle for something more.
With a devious smirk, he proceeded on to performing the routine that he had practised every day but this time with some added sex into it.
The music took over his body, grooving to the pumping beats dead on, chest popping now and then, doing leg splits and basically, raping the floor and his poor chair with his provocative dance moves. All done, without looking away from Minho.
That stirred something in the nether regions, exciting the glands and nerves underneath the skin. Minho’s mind was in complete disarray. What the fuck was happening to him? He shouldn’t feel this way, but his body told him otherwise.
He tried controlling his growing urge to ravage the boy alive, but Taemin was too powerful to begin with.
Minho watched as Taemin’s hands moved downwards, brushing himself against the thin material of his sweatpants, eliciting a moan from those plump lips, failing to keep his gaze on Minho. He continued his ministrations to the little tent in his sweatpants, occasionally throwing his head back in pleasure.
Minho did not realise what he had done next. Out the door he went, leaving his stationery and books carelessly on the table and towards the elevator. It was barely reaching his floor so he took the chance to run down the flights of stairs; a fortunate thing that he stayed on the fifth floor. Once he reached the third floor, he ran across the connecting path that connects the two towers together, he ran up to the fifth floor again, finding himself right in front of Taemin’s apartment.
Even before he could press the doorbell, the door was already opened and Taemin was standing there, with this devilish grin on his face.
“Yes, Minho?” He asked, blinking innocently at Minho a few times. Oh don’t act ignorant, I know where you’re getting at.
He was already pulling Minho’s nerves, right up to the last straw and Minho could not take it anymore. He pushed Taemin into the apartment, hastily closing the door behind them with his leg. Gripping Taemin by the shoulders, he shoved him towards the nearest empty wall he could see, quickly trapping the younger with both of his hands on either side of his head. He did not wait long to crash his lips into Taemin’s, to which the younger male immediately succumbing into the kiss.
Snaking his arms and clasping his fingers across the back of Minho’s neck, Taemin slipped his tongue past Minho’s lips; both tongues danced together. Hands then joined afterwards, roaming around each other to remove clothing that were hindering their movements.
As soon as they knew it, they stumbled their way towards the bedroom led by Taemin; lips still attached to each other. The moment when Taemin’s back landed on the bed was all it took to trigger everything.
Minho nibbled on Taemin’s bottom lip, earning a groan from the younger. He moved downwards towards his collarbones; ridges jutting out from beneath his skin so beautifully. Biting and licking lightly, Taemin squirmed underneath Minho, pulling on Minho’s hair at the same time to egg him further.
His lips had a mind of its own, leaving every inch of Taemin’s skin with red angry marks from all the sucking and nibbling. Minho was sure Taemin was now his. It looked like they would not disappear anytime soon.
“You have no idea what you are doing to me,” Minho panted out heavily as soon as he unlatched his lips from Taemin’s neck, hovering over him until both lips were only mere inches apart. Forget about the response, Minho dove in for another ferocious kiss; tugging and nibbling on Taemin’s bottom lip, causing the younger to buck his hips upwards, begging to be touched down there.
“I’ve finally got you noticed. Took you long enough,” Taemin replied in between kisses. “God, Minho, touch me.”
“Just a touch, baby?” Minho’s hand crept towards Taemin’s aching member. A light graze of his index finger was enough to cause Taemin to moan, arching his back, pushing his cock towards Minho where he wanted it to be.
“Minho~,” Taemin moaned once again; Minho’s hand encircled around the younger’s cock pumping it a few times.
“You like that, slut?” Minho whispered, watching as Taemin thrashed about underneath him; mouth parted slightly open and half heavy lidded eyes. A yelp was followed after Minho gave a light squeeze, resulting in a panting Taemin.
“You’re just begging to be sucked and fucked hard, baby?” Minho ended with another tighter squeeze this time; Taemin was on the verge of screaming because of the increasing pleasure.
“That teaches you to not be such a whore for teasing me with your dance moves.”
Without wasting anymore time, Minho leaned down facing Taemin’s cock, engulfing it in one go. Swirling his tongue around it, coating it with saliva, Minho maintained eye contact with Taemin, but it was too much to bear for the latter. Pulling on Minho’s hair to fasten the pace, Minho did what he was told.
He quickened the pace, bobbing his head up and down to suck and lick him dry, much to a aroused Taemin who kept bucking his hips for Minho to take him further. That bottomless pit of desire just immensely grew as his climax neared.
But Minho being such a bastard that he was, released Taemin from his mouth; the younger groaned at the loss of contact, glaring knives at Minho.
“That’s your punishment, okay?” Minho pushed Taemin’s knees further apart, until he was spread wide open for Minho to see.
Taemin’s hands scrambled underneath the pillows for a bottle of lubricant, immediately handing it over to Minho. Pouring a reasonable amount on his fingers, he coated them fully before roughly inserting into Taemin’s entrance, earning a loud groan from the other.
Minho thrusted his fingers in and out a couple of times before shoving them back in one hard thrust, hitting that spot inside. Taemin screamed aloud, much to Minho’s surprise as he inserted another 2 fingers, stretching him.
The moment when Minho pulled out all 4 fingers out of Taemin, Minho quickly spread some more lubricant on his cock, pumping it a few times before pushing it towards Taemin’s stretched hole.
Both parties moaned incoherently at the tight sensation, as Minho started to pound into Taemin fast with all his might. Taemin in return, elicited his own moans as he clenched and unclenched furiously around Minho’s cock like a death grip.
Hands roamed all over naked skin, fuelling the impending pleasure; causing each inch of skin to be a million times hotter than before. Taemin’s fingernails clawed on Minho’s forearms, gripping harder as Minho thrusted deep and further into Taemin, accelerating the pace. Slaps of skins and incoherent sex noises were the only sounds that made the room alive; as both of their minds were dwelled in nothing but intense pleasure.
Everything just intensified with each fucking thrust; already at the brink of release. Sweat trickled down their backs, covering them in sheen of sweat. Taemin wrapped his legs around Minho, hoping to deepen the thrust because he needed that release soon while Minho on the other hand furiously pumped Taemin’s cock, causing the younger to yelp in pleasure.
“Scream my name, Taemin,” Minho lowered his head towards Taemin’s ear, whispering those sweet words in his most seductive voice, and that brought them to the edge.
With that one deep thrust, Taemin’s walls clambered down tightly onto Minho’s large pulsating cock, Taemin screamed the elder’s name with all his might, spewing all over his stomach and the sheets; his own body shook with the pleasurable aftershock. Minho rode out the fierce orgasmic waves, spilling his seed into Taemin, ending it with a few final short thrusts.
They stayed like that for a while, staring at each other through heavy lidded eyes and flushed faces, before Minho pulled out. He got off the bed, gathering up his crumpled clothes that littered the floor.
“You did a good job in getting me to notice you,” Minho started, as he took his time to put on his shirt.
“You’re fucking stubborn, Minho,” Taemin sat in bed, frowning at Minho. “I had to dance way too provocatively for you to really notice.”
“You could have just strike a conversation through the window. It’s not that hard!”
“I tried to be... different,” Taemin shyly scratched his head, a blush creeping up his cheek as he thought back the dance moves he performed for Minho. It was embarrassing enough that he had to do this. Mentally slapping himself, he could have just chat through the window. Pabo.
Minho sighed. “I need to go back. Exam tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry,” Taemin’s lips were in a straight line, as he frowned further, head hung in despair.
“Don’t be sorry,” Minho strode towards where Taemin was, giving him a light peck on the cheek. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“It’s okay! I’ll dance for you again tomorrow,” Taemin leaned back on his elbows, watching as Minho made his way out of the bedroom and towards the main door.
“Stop testing my patience, Taemin!” He could hear Minho opening the door, and closing it with click.
And all Taemin could do was to fall back onto the pillows with this cheeky grin on his face. Oh, the many tricks he had snuck up his sleeve.
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YAY! ;D I hope you enjoy it? LOL.
Seriously, smut. Not my thing /shakes head/
I need to eat my lunch and then off to school. Urgh, I hate school. ):
Love ya bbs!
- Love, Eleanor
Author: twenty3eleven
Rating: NC-17
Genre: SMUTTY SMUTTY SMUT SMUT
Pairings: 2min
Word count: 2,538
Summary: Taemin and Minho lived opposite each other, and whatever Taemin was doing was driving Minho crazy.
A/N: BIRTHDAY SMUT FOR MY AWESOME BB pinku_kireru ! I'm a day late, sorry okay ): And it's another failure. Love ya bb!
Taemin was just a tease, Minho repeatedly reassured himself. That boy’s got a lot of raging hormones in him. Whatever he was doing to him (which Minho could not deny that it was inappropriate) was understandable, he thought to himself.
He shifted his gaze towards a corner of the room, his position in bed was becoming much uncomfortable than before. That was his luck for having his bed facing an open window, to which another person’s apartment was of close proximity to his on the opposite tower.
Minho had just moved into his new apartment about a month ago. Getting this place was a huge blessing for him, because the apartment blocks were situated near the university; something that many students yearn to have. His neighbours were really helpful and friendly enough, making his transition to this area much hospitable and welcoming.
Not until when he was gleefully unpacking his things from those huge carton boxes; moving them around and shifting them from room to room, when something, or rather someone caught his eye as he first stepped into his new bedroom.
A young teenager, about his age, was dancing in the middle of the apartment opposite his. Minho stood still at the doorframe, as he watched this male (presumably younger) moving fluidly across the wooden floor; arms and legs flexed gracefully. It was as if this boy was in a whole new dimension of himself - his body took over the innervations, setting his physical self alive. Who was this person? Minho thought with jaw hung slightly open while still cradling the carton box in his arms.
He did not realise he had been standing for a while now, because Taemin noticed this new presence too. And there was this momentary eye contact, which started off a series of awkward encounters. Instant electrifying extravagance, as Minho would deem it to be; as though they were destined to meet each other.
It did not really help Minho much that Taemin was growing fast; his physical build was getting bigger day by day proven by the time the younger spent in the gym. His once lanky arms were now not as skinny as before - nor were they bodybuilder-buff. It was just the right amount in the right places to be called ‘muscular’.
Back to where Minho was having a relaxing time after work in bed, he maintained his gaze at the same dull corner of his bedroom. Feeling that Taemin could have probably disappeared out of his view, he took a peek out of the window, only to meet Taemin’s eyes. His slant fiery red bangs fell across his forehead with tilt of his head, as he peered confusedly through the window at Minho.
Avoiding any more possible embarrassment and uneasiness about the entire situation, Minho scrambled out of bed and walked out of the bedroom - without looking back at Taemin. Minho did not realise that Taemin was still at the window, dumbfounded and possibly feeling rejected too.
As Minho went about his daily day-to-day activities, he avoided the window as much as possible. He hoped he did not have to chance upon Taemin. No, scratch that. He hoped he did not have to see Taemin again. He did not want to see him dancing again for fear the younger male would entice him deeper. Every single time when Minho briefly saw him dancing, he felt as though he was being pulled into this trap.
A deceiving trap? He would think so. He was living in denial - Taemin was just dancing like that mainly because he liked it, and not for other reasons. And Minho roughly knew what the other supposed main reason was.
Minho did not, in any way, want to fall for it; he was not supposed to. He barely knew this guy, except for his name!
~;~
I hate this! Minho threw his pencil down onto the table in frustration, frowning at the same time at the textbook in front of him. He was having difficulty grasping a few concepts for his upcoming exams. It also did not help much that his first paper was in the afternoon the next day.
He decided to read his previous notes, thinking that the bunch of papers could at least, save his life from repeating the module, when he heard music coming from outside the window. It was loud enough; too loud that it drowned out the current song that was playing in his earphones.
Minho backed away from the table, sliding on his swivel chair towards the window. Not making his presence obvious, he took a quick peek and there he was. Taemin.
The music came from Taemin’s side - much appropriate for dancing in the clubs. Minho watched as he moved across the floor. It seemed normal - he could be practising the same moves over and over again, so what’s new?
Taemin was quick enough to spot Minho from the corner of his vision, darting his eyes towards the peeping male. Minho’s eyes widened when he realised he got caught. Like before, he wanted to move away; it was all wrong! He had so much little time left - he barely finished half of the syllabus. There was no way he would spend the next hour or two peeking at Taemin dancing.
But no, despite barely knowing the taller male, Taemin managed to peel away Minho’s restraints - one layer at a time.
Swaying his hips from side to side ever so slowly, he maintained eye contact with Minho as he did a body wave; torso rippled through air like flexible rubber, accentuating the curves of his hips more. Minho could not tear away from the scene; his eyes dead locked on Taemin’s lusting body.
Minho gulped hard; very hard and that response was enough to drive Taemin to move a step further - hoping to settle for something more.
With a devious smirk, he proceeded on to performing the routine that he had practised every day but this time with some added sex into it.
The music took over his body, grooving to the pumping beats dead on, chest popping now and then, doing leg splits and basically, raping the floor and his poor chair with his provocative dance moves. All done, without looking away from Minho.
That stirred something in the nether regions, exciting the glands and nerves underneath the skin. Minho’s mind was in complete disarray. What the fuck was happening to him? He shouldn’t feel this way, but his body told him otherwise.
He tried controlling his growing urge to ravage the boy alive, but Taemin was too powerful to begin with.
Minho watched as Taemin’s hands moved downwards, brushing himself against the thin material of his sweatpants, eliciting a moan from those plump lips, failing to keep his gaze on Minho. He continued his ministrations to the little tent in his sweatpants, occasionally throwing his head back in pleasure.
Minho did not realise what he had done next. Out the door he went, leaving his stationery and books carelessly on the table and towards the elevator. It was barely reaching his floor so he took the chance to run down the flights of stairs; a fortunate thing that he stayed on the fifth floor. Once he reached the third floor, he ran across the connecting path that connects the two towers together, he ran up to the fifth floor again, finding himself right in front of Taemin’s apartment.
Even before he could press the doorbell, the door was already opened and Taemin was standing there, with this devilish grin on his face.
“Yes, Minho?” He asked, blinking innocently at Minho a few times. Oh don’t act ignorant, I know where you’re getting at.
He was already pulling Minho’s nerves, right up to the last straw and Minho could not take it anymore. He pushed Taemin into the apartment, hastily closing the door behind them with his leg. Gripping Taemin by the shoulders, he shoved him towards the nearest empty wall he could see, quickly trapping the younger with both of his hands on either side of his head. He did not wait long to crash his lips into Taemin’s, to which the younger male immediately succumbing into the kiss.
Snaking his arms and clasping his fingers across the back of Minho’s neck, Taemin slipped his tongue past Minho’s lips; both tongues danced together. Hands then joined afterwards, roaming around each other to remove clothing that were hindering their movements.
As soon as they knew it, they stumbled their way towards the bedroom led by Taemin; lips still attached to each other. The moment when Taemin’s back landed on the bed was all it took to trigger everything.
Minho nibbled on Taemin’s bottom lip, earning a groan from the younger. He moved downwards towards his collarbones; ridges jutting out from beneath his skin so beautifully. Biting and licking lightly, Taemin squirmed underneath Minho, pulling on Minho’s hair at the same time to egg him further.
His lips had a mind of its own, leaving every inch of Taemin’s skin with red angry marks from all the sucking and nibbling. Minho was sure Taemin was now his. It looked like they would not disappear anytime soon.
“You have no idea what you are doing to me,” Minho panted out heavily as soon as he unlatched his lips from Taemin’s neck, hovering over him until both lips were only mere inches apart. Forget about the response, Minho dove in for another ferocious kiss; tugging and nibbling on Taemin’s bottom lip, causing the younger to buck his hips upwards, begging to be touched down there.
“I’ve finally got you noticed. Took you long enough,” Taemin replied in between kisses. “God, Minho, touch me.”
“Just a touch, baby?” Minho’s hand crept towards Taemin’s aching member. A light graze of his index finger was enough to cause Taemin to moan, arching his back, pushing his cock towards Minho where he wanted it to be.
“Minho~,” Taemin moaned once again; Minho’s hand encircled around the younger’s cock pumping it a few times.
“You like that, slut?” Minho whispered, watching as Taemin thrashed about underneath him; mouth parted slightly open and half heavy lidded eyes. A yelp was followed after Minho gave a light squeeze, resulting in a panting Taemin.
“You’re just begging to be sucked and fucked hard, baby?” Minho ended with another tighter squeeze this time; Taemin was on the verge of screaming because of the increasing pleasure.
“That teaches you to not be such a whore for teasing me with your dance moves.”
Without wasting anymore time, Minho leaned down facing Taemin’s cock, engulfing it in one go. Swirling his tongue around it, coating it with saliva, Minho maintained eye contact with Taemin, but it was too much to bear for the latter. Pulling on Minho’s hair to fasten the pace, Minho did what he was told.
He quickened the pace, bobbing his head up and down to suck and lick him dry, much to a aroused Taemin who kept bucking his hips for Minho to take him further. That bottomless pit of desire just immensely grew as his climax neared.
But Minho being such a bastard that he was, released Taemin from his mouth; the younger groaned at the loss of contact, glaring knives at Minho.
“That’s your punishment, okay?” Minho pushed Taemin’s knees further apart, until he was spread wide open for Minho to see.
Taemin’s hands scrambled underneath the pillows for a bottle of lubricant, immediately handing it over to Minho. Pouring a reasonable amount on his fingers, he coated them fully before roughly inserting into Taemin’s entrance, earning a loud groan from the other.
Minho thrusted his fingers in and out a couple of times before shoving them back in one hard thrust, hitting that spot inside. Taemin screamed aloud, much to Minho’s surprise as he inserted another 2 fingers, stretching him.
The moment when Minho pulled out all 4 fingers out of Taemin, Minho quickly spread some more lubricant on his cock, pumping it a few times before pushing it towards Taemin’s stretched hole.
Both parties moaned incoherently at the tight sensation, as Minho started to pound into Taemin fast with all his might. Taemin in return, elicited his own moans as he clenched and unclenched furiously around Minho’s cock like a death grip.
Hands roamed all over naked skin, fuelling the impending pleasure; causing each inch of skin to be a million times hotter than before. Taemin’s fingernails clawed on Minho’s forearms, gripping harder as Minho thrusted deep and further into Taemin, accelerating the pace. Slaps of skins and incoherent sex noises were the only sounds that made the room alive; as both of their minds were dwelled in nothing but intense pleasure.
Everything just intensified with each fucking thrust; already at the brink of release. Sweat trickled down their backs, covering them in sheen of sweat. Taemin wrapped his legs around Minho, hoping to deepen the thrust because he needed that release soon while Minho on the other hand furiously pumped Taemin’s cock, causing the younger to yelp in pleasure.
“Scream my name, Taemin,” Minho lowered his head towards Taemin’s ear, whispering those sweet words in his most seductive voice, and that brought them to the edge.
With that one deep thrust, Taemin’s walls clambered down tightly onto Minho’s large pulsating cock, Taemin screamed the elder’s name with all his might, spewing all over his stomach and the sheets; his own body shook with the pleasurable aftershock. Minho rode out the fierce orgasmic waves, spilling his seed into Taemin, ending it with a few final short thrusts.
They stayed like that for a while, staring at each other through heavy lidded eyes and flushed faces, before Minho pulled out. He got off the bed, gathering up his crumpled clothes that littered the floor.
“You did a good job in getting me to notice you,” Minho started, as he took his time to put on his shirt.
“You’re fucking stubborn, Minho,” Taemin sat in bed, frowning at Minho. “I had to dance way too provocatively for you to really notice.”
“You could have just strike a conversation through the window. It’s not that hard!”
“I tried to be... different,” Taemin shyly scratched his head, a blush creeping up his cheek as he thought back the dance moves he performed for Minho. It was embarrassing enough that he had to do this. Mentally slapping himself, he could have just chat through the window. Pabo.
Minho sighed. “I need to go back. Exam tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry,” Taemin’s lips were in a straight line, as he frowned further, head hung in despair.
“Don’t be sorry,” Minho strode towards where Taemin was, giving him a light peck on the cheek. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“It’s okay! I’ll dance for you again tomorrow,” Taemin leaned back on his elbows, watching as Minho made his way out of the bedroom and towards the main door.
“Stop testing my patience, Taemin!” He could hear Minho opening the door, and closing it with click.
And all Taemin could do was to fall back onto the pillows with this cheeky grin on his face. Oh, the many tricks he had snuck up his sleeve.
---
YAY! ;D I hope you enjoy it? LOL.
Seriously, smut. Not my thing /shakes head/
I need to eat my lunch and then off to school. Urgh, I hate school. ):
Love ya bbs!
- Love, Eleanor