Hungry for a piece of Taemin ; 2MIN ; NC-17 [ONESHOT]
Title: Hungry for a piece of Taemin
Author: twenty3eleven
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Plain old dirty smut
Pairings: 2min (Minho twins & Taemin)
Word count: 2,381
Summary: Taemin realised he was in trouble when he saw two pairs of hungry eyes staring down at him. Just hungry, hungry, hungry.
A/N: Hey you guys! I'm back OTL, temporarily I guess. Trying to sort things out with the journal and life and uhhh... yup. So enjoy this failure okay! :3 Dedicated to those who stood by me all these while sobs ;~; It's unbeta-ed and it's late (it's 2.15am here oh my), and I'm currently overseas right now HAHA so don't mind me ._.
(P.S: Involves Japanese & Korean Lucifer!Minho and Korean Lucifer!Taemin. OH YEAHHHHH :B)
The club. The gorgeous pair of twins. The drinks.
“Your place or mine tonight?” Taemin asked seductively as he pulled both twins closer to him by the collars of their shirts.
.
.
What just happened?
That sudden realisation when his hazy mind snapped him back to reality; to see himself being pushed down gently onto the king sized bed, lined with maroon covet satin sheets - definitely a symbol of some sort of posh royalty. Where am I? Taemin asked himself, eyes darting around the dimly lit large room, slowly taking in his surroundings.
He could not remember exactly how the heck he landed himself there, moreover in bed with such an ambience deemed romantic and just… inappropriate to his standards.
Taemin also knew he was in deep, deep trouble when he was faced with two pairs of hungry eyes - already sheened with animalistic lust - staring daggers down his long frail body.
The owners were shirtless; half naked while each donning only a pair of black leather pants that hung oh so dangerously on the hips.
“Who are you?” Taemin’s words came out quiet and small, breaking the tension in the heavy yet, awkward air separating him and the strangers. His body froze, but heart was racing at such a speed he swore it might jump out of his throat anytime soon. “Where am I? What am I doing here?”
He scanned the two strangers standing by the foot of bed with panic stricken eyes, waiting for an answer and he could not brush off the strange thought that both of them looked oddly similar. And somehow familiar too. He easily deduced they were most probably twins, but still did not answer the important burning questions that were still plaguing his mind.
One of the twins, whom Taemin made a quick mental note of calling him the ‘brunette’ to differentiate them both, because of his silky and wavy chestnut brown hair, gave a low smirk at the nervous boy in bed before glancing sideways to his other twin. The latter reciprocated the same, before both of them turned back towards Taemin in unison.
“Calm down now, young one,” the brunette spoke; tone was deep and gentle. For a moment, Taemin was drawn in by the voice, because it was so smooth, as if glided through air, without any hidden notes of betrayal or hesitation of some sort.
“We’re doing you a favour, remember?”
Taemin blinked at his words, confused. There was no sign of anything that made him remember any sort of favour with someone, let alone with… them.
“What favour are you talking about?”
The other twin had not spoken a word yet; jet black hair with an awful haircut that Taemin inwardly giggled the second he laid eyes on him, because it reminded him so much of his older brother’s favourite Star Trek character. Despite the haircut, this twin had a little playful smirk on his thick lips, coupled with a pair of deep twinkling eyes before replying,
“You don’t remember, boy?”
Taemin was getting more confused because they were playing mind games with him. He did not have all day; it might probably be night by then. He needed to return home soon, but before that he needed answers. Those strangers weren’t giving him any, and it was making him anxious and irritated at the same time.
He shook his head, almost too innocently and before he knew it, brunette guy made the first move. It all started with placing his knee on the edge of the bed and then slowly crawled his way to the small framed boy. Taemin retreated backwards further until his elbows hit the plush pillows behind him. Elbows buckled, causing him to lie in between the soft pillows while still, looking up into the eyes of his kidnapper. Or so he thought he was.
“Don’t come cl-“but his remaining plea caught in his throat when his mouth met with a large palm with the least forceful manner. Taemin’s glossy eyes beg for the supposed kidnapper to release him, because it was all too much for him to bear.
He wasn’t getting any answers, and then to suddenly catch himself trapped underneath this stranger who could be dangerous to his life… Taemin was already expecting the worst.
“Shush, Taemin,” brunette hushed him; gentle eyes and gentle demeanour - an unlikely persona a kidnapper would possess. Taemin’s eyebrows scrunched in the middle upon hearing his name rolled out of his tongue. So velvety smooth.
Leaning down until his lips grazed Taemin’s ear, he heaved his scent - something fruity with a little note of vanilla. Definitely smelt organic and fresh, enticing to the brunette’s taste buds.
“You smell yummy, Taemin,” the other commented as he closed his eyes and breathed in the boy’s scent again. He opened his eyes, until they met in an eye contact; Taemin was no longer tensed under him.
“When you’re on the dancefloor just now, you looked sexy, shaking those hips like a desperate slut that you are the moment you met our eyes,” Taemin did not realise that the other man’s hand crept down his sides and past his hips, until he reached the front of his denim jeans and lightly grazed the growing protrusion down there. Taemin couldn’t resist but to writhe against his palm, eyes rolled back and raised his hips a little higher, needing that touch again.
The brunette silently watched Taemin’s reaction as he again, fondled the increasing hard on more, enjoying the sight of Taemin eliciting muffled moans whose hips were losing its control. He smirked, cruelly enjoying this pleasuring torture he had on the boy and mumbled, “You are liking this, aren’t you?”
The other neglected twin, who had already moved onto the other side of the bed while his brother was getting way too intimate with Taemin, sat right beside the writhing boy. Taemin himself was too deeply drowned with the sensation of having his crotch stroked in an awfully slow manner; pressure on every inch of clothed area intensified with every noise Taemin let out.
They were too busy to even notice Spock brushing Taemin’s brown bangs away in order to have a clearer view of that sweet damn face.
With such creamy skin akin to snow, feminine features that even Eve is jealous for and full rose hued lips that he just want to taste and devour all night, Taemin was definitely every man’s fantasy marionette. Added on to the fact that he was now close to a moaning mess even before the real game started, the tall twin was turned on beyond belief. He could not wait to taste him; something that was bothering his mind ever since the young boy walked through the doors of the club and body popped on the electrifying dance floor.
While his brother was still busy fondling Taemin, the twin leaned down close to Taemin’s face until their lips met; that first kiss ever since they were in the room was slow, sensual.
Taemin tensed, his lips were hesitant against Spock’s. Afraid that he would pull away fast because of how fast things were going, the said twin stayed unmoved, while awaiting for Taemin to respond. The last thing he needed was to leave the beautiful creature in trauma.
Taemin’s eyes were closed, relishing the warmth of another man’s lips on him. He was taken by surprise with the kiss, but soon enough his lips took the initiative to move against those full ones. Spock took it as an approval to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue in to taste the inner depths of Taemin’s mouth.
Taemin himself didn’t realise that he gave a small bite on the other twin’s lower lip, due to the pleasure from his nether regions. The hard on restrained against his own denim jeans, just begging to be released and it was getting too uncomfortable to stay still.
With eyes closed and engaged in a lip locking session with the raven haired twin, the other sibling decided to take the situation to the second base by slyly removing that clothed article, including his boxers off Taemin’s legs, eager to see some creamy white mile long legs.
As soon as the last material left Taemin’s skin, those legs just bent and splayed on its own accord, and the brunette knew it was just a silent invitation for the next course of action.
He sat up in bed, kneeling on the soft mattress, eyes focused on that little puckered hole and the smooth bottom; showcased like a prized possessions waiting for the hands of the rightful owners to lay on. He hastily removed his leather pants, mentally cursing the article for being so tight fitting on his legs before resuming his position in bed but this time, he was leaning down until he was faced with Taemin’s hard on.
Licking his lips seductively at the awaiting organ he engulfed it full, earning a restrained cry from Taemin as he tore his lips away from the Spock twin; hands latched onto those broad shoulders due to the increasing pleasure.
The now neglected twin watched as Taemin’s face contorted the more brunette sucked him, drowning him into the deeper depths of ecstasy and just intense pleasure. Spock twin soon realised he was the only one who was still wearing clothes, so his hands got busy trying to remove his before resuming back beside Taemin.
As expected, the only noises that filled the bedroom came from Taemin as he was being devoured by two gorgeous twins whom he had only met for the first time. While one was giving him possibly the best job that could surpassed the combined efforts of his past boyfriends, the other twin was now painting blotches of red on creamy skin with his mouth, showing no mercy to the poor victim of desire.
One thing led to another; the brunette shifted himself and Taemin until the latter was on all fours. Lanky arms supporting his weight and bottom raised high up for pure pleasure for the twin to take in.
Spock twin noticed this sudden change of positions and he himself, made his change too. After inspecting his last created visible mark on Taemin (and feeling very proud of his work as he thumbed the area a little), he settled in bed such that Taemin was now hovering him - his face was aligned with his cock.
Spock paused for a little while; one hand snaking through Taemin’s long copper red hair as he watched the latter expressed discomfort when his hole was prodded with a single lubed finger. How he hung his head, maybe he was in shame of how wrong all these were, when the twin decided to add another finger into his warm heat, finger-fucking him and increasing the speed to further stretch him more for a bigger intrusion.
By then, voices twined together as they linger in the air - Taemin’s pleas of wanting to be fucked fast and furious, and the brunette twin’s groans of desire, shedding until he was left with that tiny ounce of self-restraint.
Skinny bony fingers clawed onto the satin sheets and a shrill cry later; the moment when a large cock breached the ring of muscles slowly inch by inch, into the inner depths of Taemin. The loud cry pierced through the air, and the chestnut haired twin had no choice but to soothe the boy through light butterfly kisses and words, if they were of any help.
“It’ll be over soon, baby” he whispered into Taemin’s ear, trying to rid the discomfort that Taemin was feeling because fuck it, it translated all too well because of how tight the muscles clenched around his cock.
Spock was watching it all from the headboard and the pillows, and he didn’t want to miss out on the action, so he helped in comforting Taemin by kissing him lightly on the lips.
Somehow, the efforts worked and soon, with that sensuous roll of hip as a sign to continue, the brunette twin started slow; thrusting into Taemin.
Spock started to feel left out in the act, because heck, the both of them looked like they were having all the fun when he was just lying there, stroking his cock the entire time and thinking of lewd thoughts on how to fuck Taemin better than his brother. He didn’t mean to be aggressive nor dominant, or even arrogant, but damn, he wanted a piece of that innocent boy too.
While Taemin was being a heap of mess above him - strands of hair stuck onto his face from all the sweat and face flushed pink from pleasure from the man behind, the Spock twin grabbed a chunk of his long hair from the crown as he roughly pushed him down onto his neglected and leaking member, already standing for attention.
As if all ropes of restrains went loose the moment warmth engulfed his cock, Spock thrusted his hips into Taemin, sending him deeper into his mouth. Things were moving too fast, he was moving too fast, because Taemin panicked a little upon some penetration in his mouth without any warning.
The raven haired male only felt vibrations along his shaft as Taemin was moaning and gagging with his huge cock in his mouth, trying to give pleasure to the other male when God damn, it was difficult when the man behind was thrusting at a speed that it was hard to keep up.
Spock tipped his head back into the pillows when he felt himself at the back of Taemin’s throat, still continuing his hip thrusts into his mouth. Hands clutched onto those loose copper red locks, trying to keep Taemin’s head steady as he fucked his mouth senselessly.
All minds bled desire; bodies glittered with sweat and orgasm and eyes clouded with pure unadulterated lust as they simultaneously rode those fierce orgasmic waves.
Pleasure trickled down on both ends of Taemin, but he took it all in with no complains, swiping his bottom lip for that aftertaste as he collapsed onto the bed; body ached and exhausted.
Taemin was too exhausted to get up from bed, but there was still that smolder of need in both twins’ eyes.
The night was not over yet for him.
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Author: twenty3eleven
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Plain old dirty smut
Pairings: 2min (Minho twins & Taemin)
Word count: 2,381
Summary: Taemin realised he was in trouble when he saw two pairs of hungry eyes staring down at him. Just hungry, hungry, hungry.
A/N: Hey you guys! I'm back OTL, temporarily I guess. Trying to sort things out with the journal and life and uhhh... yup. So enjoy this failure okay! :3 Dedicated to those who stood by me all these while sobs ;~; It's unbeta-ed and it's late (it's 2.15am here oh my), and I'm currently overseas right now HAHA so don't mind me ._.
(P.S: Involves Japanese & Korean Lucifer!Minho and Korean Lucifer!Taemin. OH YEAHHHHH :B)
The club. The gorgeous pair of twins. The drinks.
“Your place or mine tonight?” Taemin asked seductively as he pulled both twins closer to him by the collars of their shirts.
.
.
What just happened?
That sudden realisation when his hazy mind snapped him back to reality; to see himself being pushed down gently onto the king sized bed, lined with maroon covet satin sheets - definitely a symbol of some sort of posh royalty. Where am I? Taemin asked himself, eyes darting around the dimly lit large room, slowly taking in his surroundings.
He could not remember exactly how the heck he landed himself there, moreover in bed with such an ambience deemed romantic and just… inappropriate to his standards.
Taemin also knew he was in deep, deep trouble when he was faced with two pairs of hungry eyes - already sheened with animalistic lust - staring daggers down his long frail body.
The owners were shirtless; half naked while each donning only a pair of black leather pants that hung oh so dangerously on the hips.
“Who are you?” Taemin’s words came out quiet and small, breaking the tension in the heavy yet, awkward air separating him and the strangers. His body froze, but heart was racing at such a speed he swore it might jump out of his throat anytime soon. “Where am I? What am I doing here?”
He scanned the two strangers standing by the foot of bed with panic stricken eyes, waiting for an answer and he could not brush off the strange thought that both of them looked oddly similar. And somehow familiar too. He easily deduced they were most probably twins, but still did not answer the important burning questions that were still plaguing his mind.
One of the twins, whom Taemin made a quick mental note of calling him the ‘brunette’ to differentiate them both, because of his silky and wavy chestnut brown hair, gave a low smirk at the nervous boy in bed before glancing sideways to his other twin. The latter reciprocated the same, before both of them turned back towards Taemin in unison.
“Calm down now, young one,” the brunette spoke; tone was deep and gentle. For a moment, Taemin was drawn in by the voice, because it was so smooth, as if glided through air, without any hidden notes of betrayal or hesitation of some sort.
“We’re doing you a favour, remember?”
Taemin blinked at his words, confused. There was no sign of anything that made him remember any sort of favour with someone, let alone with… them.
“What favour are you talking about?”
The other twin had not spoken a word yet; jet black hair with an awful haircut that Taemin inwardly giggled the second he laid eyes on him, because it reminded him so much of his older brother’s favourite Star Trek character. Despite the haircut, this twin had a little playful smirk on his thick lips, coupled with a pair of deep twinkling eyes before replying,
“You don’t remember, boy?”
Taemin was getting more confused because they were playing mind games with him. He did not have all day; it might probably be night by then. He needed to return home soon, but before that he needed answers. Those strangers weren’t giving him any, and it was making him anxious and irritated at the same time.
He shook his head, almost too innocently and before he knew it, brunette guy made the first move. It all started with placing his knee on the edge of the bed and then slowly crawled his way to the small framed boy. Taemin retreated backwards further until his elbows hit the plush pillows behind him. Elbows buckled, causing him to lie in between the soft pillows while still, looking up into the eyes of his kidnapper. Or so he thought he was.
“Don’t come cl-“but his remaining plea caught in his throat when his mouth met with a large palm with the least forceful manner. Taemin’s glossy eyes beg for the supposed kidnapper to release him, because it was all too much for him to bear.
He wasn’t getting any answers, and then to suddenly catch himself trapped underneath this stranger who could be dangerous to his life… Taemin was already expecting the worst.
“Shush, Taemin,” brunette hushed him; gentle eyes and gentle demeanour - an unlikely persona a kidnapper would possess. Taemin’s eyebrows scrunched in the middle upon hearing his name rolled out of his tongue. So velvety smooth.
Leaning down until his lips grazed Taemin’s ear, he heaved his scent - something fruity with a little note of vanilla. Definitely smelt organic and fresh, enticing to the brunette’s taste buds.
“You smell yummy, Taemin,” the other commented as he closed his eyes and breathed in the boy’s scent again. He opened his eyes, until they met in an eye contact; Taemin was no longer tensed under him.
“When you’re on the dancefloor just now, you looked sexy, shaking those hips like a desperate slut that you are the moment you met our eyes,” Taemin did not realise that the other man’s hand crept down his sides and past his hips, until he reached the front of his denim jeans and lightly grazed the growing protrusion down there. Taemin couldn’t resist but to writhe against his palm, eyes rolled back and raised his hips a little higher, needing that touch again.
The brunette silently watched Taemin’s reaction as he again, fondled the increasing hard on more, enjoying the sight of Taemin eliciting muffled moans whose hips were losing its control. He smirked, cruelly enjoying this pleasuring torture he had on the boy and mumbled, “You are liking this, aren’t you?”
The other neglected twin, who had already moved onto the other side of the bed while his brother was getting way too intimate with Taemin, sat right beside the writhing boy. Taemin himself was too deeply drowned with the sensation of having his crotch stroked in an awfully slow manner; pressure on every inch of clothed area intensified with every noise Taemin let out.
They were too busy to even notice Spock brushing Taemin’s brown bangs away in order to have a clearer view of that sweet damn face.
With such creamy skin akin to snow, feminine features that even Eve is jealous for and full rose hued lips that he just want to taste and devour all night, Taemin was definitely every man’s fantasy marionette. Added on to the fact that he was now close to a moaning mess even before the real game started, the tall twin was turned on beyond belief. He could not wait to taste him; something that was bothering his mind ever since the young boy walked through the doors of the club and body popped on the electrifying dance floor.
While his brother was still busy fondling Taemin, the twin leaned down close to Taemin’s face until their lips met; that first kiss ever since they were in the room was slow, sensual.
Taemin tensed, his lips were hesitant against Spock’s. Afraid that he would pull away fast because of how fast things were going, the said twin stayed unmoved, while awaiting for Taemin to respond. The last thing he needed was to leave the beautiful creature in trauma.
Taemin’s eyes were closed, relishing the warmth of another man’s lips on him. He was taken by surprise with the kiss, but soon enough his lips took the initiative to move against those full ones. Spock took it as an approval to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue in to taste the inner depths of Taemin’s mouth.
Taemin himself didn’t realise that he gave a small bite on the other twin’s lower lip, due to the pleasure from his nether regions. The hard on restrained against his own denim jeans, just begging to be released and it was getting too uncomfortable to stay still.
With eyes closed and engaged in a lip locking session with the raven haired twin, the other sibling decided to take the situation to the second base by slyly removing that clothed article, including his boxers off Taemin’s legs, eager to see some creamy white mile long legs.
As soon as the last material left Taemin’s skin, those legs just bent and splayed on its own accord, and the brunette knew it was just a silent invitation for the next course of action.
He sat up in bed, kneeling on the soft mattress, eyes focused on that little puckered hole and the smooth bottom; showcased like a prized possessions waiting for the hands of the rightful owners to lay on. He hastily removed his leather pants, mentally cursing the article for being so tight fitting on his legs before resuming his position in bed but this time, he was leaning down until he was faced with Taemin’s hard on.
Licking his lips seductively at the awaiting organ he engulfed it full, earning a restrained cry from Taemin as he tore his lips away from the Spock twin; hands latched onto those broad shoulders due to the increasing pleasure.
The now neglected twin watched as Taemin’s face contorted the more brunette sucked him, drowning him into the deeper depths of ecstasy and just intense pleasure. Spock twin soon realised he was the only one who was still wearing clothes, so his hands got busy trying to remove his before resuming back beside Taemin.
As expected, the only noises that filled the bedroom came from Taemin as he was being devoured by two gorgeous twins whom he had only met for the first time. While one was giving him possibly the best job that could surpassed the combined efforts of his past boyfriends, the other twin was now painting blotches of red on creamy skin with his mouth, showing no mercy to the poor victim of desire.
One thing led to another; the brunette shifted himself and Taemin until the latter was on all fours. Lanky arms supporting his weight and bottom raised high up for pure pleasure for the twin to take in.
Spock twin noticed this sudden change of positions and he himself, made his change too. After inspecting his last created visible mark on Taemin (and feeling very proud of his work as he thumbed the area a little), he settled in bed such that Taemin was now hovering him - his face was aligned with his cock.
Spock paused for a little while; one hand snaking through Taemin’s long copper red hair as he watched the latter expressed discomfort when his hole was prodded with a single lubed finger. How he hung his head, maybe he was in shame of how wrong all these were, when the twin decided to add another finger into his warm heat, finger-fucking him and increasing the speed to further stretch him more for a bigger intrusion.
By then, voices twined together as they linger in the air - Taemin’s pleas of wanting to be fucked fast and furious, and the brunette twin’s groans of desire, shedding until he was left with that tiny ounce of self-restraint.
Skinny bony fingers clawed onto the satin sheets and a shrill cry later; the moment when a large cock breached the ring of muscles slowly inch by inch, into the inner depths of Taemin. The loud cry pierced through the air, and the chestnut haired twin had no choice but to soothe the boy through light butterfly kisses and words, if they were of any help.
“It’ll be over soon, baby” he whispered into Taemin’s ear, trying to rid the discomfort that Taemin was feeling because fuck it, it translated all too well because of how tight the muscles clenched around his cock.
Spock was watching it all from the headboard and the pillows, and he didn’t want to miss out on the action, so he helped in comforting Taemin by kissing him lightly on the lips.
Somehow, the efforts worked and soon, with that sensuous roll of hip as a sign to continue, the brunette twin started slow; thrusting into Taemin.
Spock started to feel left out in the act, because heck, the both of them looked like they were having all the fun when he was just lying there, stroking his cock the entire time and thinking of lewd thoughts on how to fuck Taemin better than his brother. He didn’t mean to be aggressive nor dominant, or even arrogant, but damn, he wanted a piece of that innocent boy too.
While Taemin was being a heap of mess above him - strands of hair stuck onto his face from all the sweat and face flushed pink from pleasure from the man behind, the Spock twin grabbed a chunk of his long hair from the crown as he roughly pushed him down onto his neglected and leaking member, already standing for attention.
As if all ropes of restrains went loose the moment warmth engulfed his cock, Spock thrusted his hips into Taemin, sending him deeper into his mouth. Things were moving too fast, he was moving too fast, because Taemin panicked a little upon some penetration in his mouth without any warning.
The raven haired male only felt vibrations along his shaft as Taemin was moaning and gagging with his huge cock in his mouth, trying to give pleasure to the other male when God damn, it was difficult when the man behind was thrusting at a speed that it was hard to keep up.
Spock tipped his head back into the pillows when he felt himself at the back of Taemin’s throat, still continuing his hip thrusts into his mouth. Hands clutched onto those loose copper red locks, trying to keep Taemin’s head steady as he fucked his mouth senselessly.
All minds bled desire; bodies glittered with sweat and orgasm and eyes clouded with pure unadulterated lust as they simultaneously rode those fierce orgasmic waves.
Pleasure trickled down on both ends of Taemin, but he took it all in with no complains, swiping his bottom lip for that aftertaste as he collapsed onto the bed; body ached and exhausted.
Taemin was too exhausted to get up from bed, but there was still that smolder of need in both twins’ eyes.
The night was not over yet for him.
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