Impossibilities Made Possible (2Min) and Tonight 6/? (MinKey) ; NC-17
Title: Impossibilities Made Possible
Author: a_life_defiant
Genre: PWP/ oneshot
Pairing: 2Min (Taemin/Minho)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Taemin is underage.....so yeah. You've been warned.
Summary: He said it himself "I didn't know it was impossible, therefore it was possible." So why wasn't he taking his own advice?
Impossibilities Made Possible
Title: Tonight
Author: a_life_defiant
Pairing: MinKey (Minho/Key)
Genre: PWP (cause while there is a plot....it's not much of one)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None for the moment.
Summary: Choi Minho has a rep in the club circuit as a playboy. A self defined whore with high standards and an insatiable appetite for pissing his father off with his sexcapades. What happens when he meets someone who is well-matched against his arrogant ways? (Inspired by the song "Tonight (I'm fucking you)" )
A/N: For fantasydesire & ayamelockett ♥♥♥
CH1 CH2 CH3 CH4 CH5
A/N2: Comments are lovely (though not required)......but if you leave me gifs and/or macros I will want to have your children. XD
***
Key thrust inward as Minho gritted his teeth. He knew the diva was well endowed, so he’d assumed there would be a little pain - but not this much.
“Holy fuck. You’re so - uh - tight.” Key ground out as he plunged in completely. Minho’s ass was like a velvet vice.
Minho released a long breath. “Yeah, well this would be the first time I’ve let someone do this.”
He felt himself slowly stretching to capacity; adjusting to the intrusion. When he opened his eyes he found Key staring at him in wonderment.
“You mean…?” Was all the shorter boy could say; awestruck with the bit of information he’d just received.
“Yeah. You just popped my cherry.” The brunet supplied as he gave a half-hearted smirk.
Minho felt the pain ebbing away so he nudged his hips back against the diva. Key hesitated for a moment and then pulled back; sliding back in with a shallow thrust.
“Stupid alien.” He scolded as he leaned down to kiss along Minho’s collarbone. “You should’ve said something sooner.
“Alien? You’re the one with your dick in my ass and you’re going to instigate name-calling?” Minho teased as he brought Key’s mouth to his. The action pulled Key’s cock in deeper and it hit that sweet spot inside the taller boy.
“Uhh!” Minho moaned. “What the hell was that?”
Key pulled out and then thrust back in at the same angle, hitting the same spot again. “That would be your prostate. How many guys have you fucked and you don’t know about that?”
Minho bucked his hips back against the diva as he clenched his walls, making the shorter boy groan out in pleasure.
“Would you just shut up and fuck me already?”
Key grinned at the reiteration of his statement from their previous fuck and he began to thrust in earnest; his flexible hips pistoning at a frenzied pace. But Minho wasn’t just going to lay there. He’d made a little challenge in his head to see if he could make Key cum first. So he began to tighten around the shorter boy while his swiveled his hips. Key saw stars forming in front of his eyes as Minho took on a more active role. His arms were shaking with effort as he continued to ravage Minho’s ass.
The taller boy grew impatient so he flipped them over and started riding Key for all he was worth. Key’s hands were grappling at Minho’s thighs as he bounced up and down on his cock. Key could feel a tingling in his balls, a tell-tale sign of imminent release. He tried to reach for Minho’s cock but was swatted away harshly as Minho re-doubled his efforts.
Minho suddenly felt searing heat coming in spurts inside of his ass and he knew he’d ‘won’. He took his own cock in hand and began to stroke it furiously while still fucking himself on Key’s softening cock. Seconds later he came; pearly strands dotting along Key’s stomach and chest. He reached down and swiped a finger through the mess, collecting the cum on his finger. He then trailed it upward and pressed it into Key’s mouth; the diva happily sucking it clean. He finally pulled himself off of Key and lay down beside him on the bed.
“You couldn’t just let yourself be fucked?” Key questioned as he tried to stabilize his erratic breathing.
“Mmm, what can I say?” Minho offered as he stretched his arms over his head. “I like to be on top.”
“I’ve noticed.” The diva scoffed.
Seconds later Minho’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and Key didn’t fail to notice the grimace that overtook the taller boy’s face.
“What?” Minho answered curtly.
Key tried not to stare as the other boy listened with clear disdain to whoever was on the other line. However, he found it difficult. He couldn’t help but be curious as to who Minho would have such obvious contempt for. After several long minutes of Minho sighing deeply while pinching the bridge of his nose as he listened, he finally hung up with a rough ‘fine’ uttered into the receiver.
Minho slumped down in the bed, his mood a complete 180 from before. He noticed Key staring at him; inquisitive concern painting his face.
“My father.” Minho confessed quietly.
Now it was Key’s turn to have a change of mood. His lips puckered into a sour expression as he remembered the miserable bastard who called him a prostitute. Key recalled a brief conversation that he’d had with Minho in between rounds. He knew that Minho’s father was trying to force him into a life he wanted no part of, and that didn’t sit well with the diva at all.
“Why?”
“Why what? Why is he calling at 10pm? Why did I answer? Why is he such an asshole?” Minho listed; venom in his voice. But he knew the question Key was actually asking was more along the lines of ‘why do you let him treat you like that?’.
“I don’t have a choice.” He spoke with such despondent finality, and Key could feel his heart practically breaking for the other boy.
“You always have a choice.” The diva whispered as he laid a soothing hand on Minho’s arm.
“I really don’t. I don’t know how to do anything else and I never took the time to learn when it was important.”
“There must be something else.” Key mused as his brows knitted together in concentration.
“Don’t you have any hobbies? Anything you dreamed about becoming when you were young?”
Minho stared at Key like he’d grown another head. “Dreamed? Dreaming wasn’t encouraged. I was always told there was only one option for me.”
“Lack of encouragement won’t stop dreaming altogether.” Key rationalized. “Come on. Just think for a minute. Something that makes you happy. Something you like to do in your spare time.”
Minho quirked a brow at the smaller boy and Key just rolled his eyes.
“Yah! I meant besides picking people up in clubs.”
The budding smirk fell from Minho’s face as he tried to think about the last thing that he actually enjoyed besides sex. It took him a few minutes before he finally thought of it.
“Well I always liked photography. There was this one trip I took to Tokyo a few years ago - just me, a duffle bag, and my camera.”
Key noticed a genuine smile cross the other boy’s face as he recalled his trip.
“I kept running out of film and then buying more. I took so many photos that I had to toss out half of my clothes on the return trip just so I could fit all the rolls into my bag.” The taller boy laughed at the memory.
“So why not pursue photography instead of the shipping business?”
“Key, just because I enjoy it that doesn’t mean my photos are any good.” Minho said with a frown.
“Have you ever shown them to anyone?” Key prodded.
“Well…..no, but that’s because they suck.” Minho elucidated as if it were obvious.
“I want to see them.” It wasn’t a request. Key was going to get Minho to show him those photos if he had to die to do it.
The diva could see protest building in Minho’s eyes, so he cut him off before he could speak.
“You’re too critical of your own work; you obviously can’t be trusted to judge it. So objectivity falls to me.” Key asserted, leaving no room for argument as he snuggled down into the covers.
Minho pulled Key against his side, resting his chin atop the diva’s head.
“They aren’t….here. I have them in a storage locker downtown.”
“I guess we’ll be taking a field trip then.” Key countered.
Minho let his eyes flutter closed in defeat. “Come by tomorrow at 5.”
That night, Key wore a shit-eating grin to bed and nothing else; falling asleep in his lover’s embrace.
TBC…
Author: a_life_defiant
Genre: PWP/ oneshot
Pairing: 2Min (Taemin/Minho)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Taemin is underage.....so yeah. You've been warned.
Summary: He said it himself "I didn't know it was impossible, therefore it was possible." So why wasn't he taking his own advice?
Impossibilities Made Possible
Title: Tonight
Author: a_life_defiant
Pairing: MinKey (Minho/Key)
Genre: PWP (cause while there is a plot....it's not much of one)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None for the moment.
Summary: Choi Minho has a rep in the club circuit as a playboy. A self defined whore with high standards and an insatiable appetite for pissing his father off with his sexcapades. What happens when he meets someone who is well-matched against his arrogant ways? (Inspired by the song "Tonight (I'm fucking you)" )
A/N: For fantasydesire & ayamelockett ♥♥♥
CH1 CH2 CH3 CH4 CH5
A/N2: Comments are lovely (though not required)......but if you leave me gifs and/or macros I will want to have your children. XD
***
Key thrust inward as Minho gritted his teeth. He knew the diva was well endowed, so he’d assumed there would be a little pain - but not this much.
“Holy fuck. You’re so - uh - tight.” Key ground out as he plunged in completely. Minho’s ass was like a velvet vice.
Minho released a long breath. “Yeah, well this would be the first time I’ve let someone do this.”
He felt himself slowly stretching to capacity; adjusting to the intrusion. When he opened his eyes he found Key staring at him in wonderment.
“You mean…?” Was all the shorter boy could say; awestruck with the bit of information he’d just received.
“Yeah. You just popped my cherry.” The brunet supplied as he gave a half-hearted smirk.
Minho felt the pain ebbing away so he nudged his hips back against the diva. Key hesitated for a moment and then pulled back; sliding back in with a shallow thrust.
“Stupid alien.” He scolded as he leaned down to kiss along Minho’s collarbone. “You should’ve said something sooner.
“Alien? You’re the one with your dick in my ass and you’re going to instigate name-calling?” Minho teased as he brought Key’s mouth to his. The action pulled Key’s cock in deeper and it hit that sweet spot inside the taller boy.
“Uhh!” Minho moaned. “What the hell was that?”
Key pulled out and then thrust back in at the same angle, hitting the same spot again. “That would be your prostate. How many guys have you fucked and you don’t know about that?”
Minho bucked his hips back against the diva as he clenched his walls, making the shorter boy groan out in pleasure.
“Would you just shut up and fuck me already?”
Key grinned at the reiteration of his statement from their previous fuck and he began to thrust in earnest; his flexible hips pistoning at a frenzied pace. But Minho wasn’t just going to lay there. He’d made a little challenge in his head to see if he could make Key cum first. So he began to tighten around the shorter boy while his swiveled his hips. Key saw stars forming in front of his eyes as Minho took on a more active role. His arms were shaking with effort as he continued to ravage Minho’s ass.
The taller boy grew impatient so he flipped them over and started riding Key for all he was worth. Key’s hands were grappling at Minho’s thighs as he bounced up and down on his cock. Key could feel a tingling in his balls, a tell-tale sign of imminent release. He tried to reach for Minho’s cock but was swatted away harshly as Minho re-doubled his efforts.
Minho suddenly felt searing heat coming in spurts inside of his ass and he knew he’d ‘won’. He took his own cock in hand and began to stroke it furiously while still fucking himself on Key’s softening cock. Seconds later he came; pearly strands dotting along Key’s stomach and chest. He reached down and swiped a finger through the mess, collecting the cum on his finger. He then trailed it upward and pressed it into Key’s mouth; the diva happily sucking it clean. He finally pulled himself off of Key and lay down beside him on the bed.
“You couldn’t just let yourself be fucked?” Key questioned as he tried to stabilize his erratic breathing.
“Mmm, what can I say?” Minho offered as he stretched his arms over his head. “I like to be on top.”
“I’ve noticed.” The diva scoffed.
Seconds later Minho’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and Key didn’t fail to notice the grimace that overtook the taller boy’s face.
“What?” Minho answered curtly.
Key tried not to stare as the other boy listened with clear disdain to whoever was on the other line. However, he found it difficult. He couldn’t help but be curious as to who Minho would have such obvious contempt for. After several long minutes of Minho sighing deeply while pinching the bridge of his nose as he listened, he finally hung up with a rough ‘fine’ uttered into the receiver.
Minho slumped down in the bed, his mood a complete 180 from before. He noticed Key staring at him; inquisitive concern painting his face.
“My father.” Minho confessed quietly.
Now it was Key’s turn to have a change of mood. His lips puckered into a sour expression as he remembered the miserable bastard who called him a prostitute. Key recalled a brief conversation that he’d had with Minho in between rounds. He knew that Minho’s father was trying to force him into a life he wanted no part of, and that didn’t sit well with the diva at all.
“Why?”
“Why what? Why is he calling at 10pm? Why did I answer? Why is he such an asshole?” Minho listed; venom in his voice. But he knew the question Key was actually asking was more along the lines of ‘why do you let him treat you like that?’.
“I don’t have a choice.” He spoke with such despondent finality, and Key could feel his heart practically breaking for the other boy.
“You always have a choice.” The diva whispered as he laid a soothing hand on Minho’s arm.
“I really don’t. I don’t know how to do anything else and I never took the time to learn when it was important.”
“There must be something else.” Key mused as his brows knitted together in concentration.
“Don’t you have any hobbies? Anything you dreamed about becoming when you were young?”
Minho stared at Key like he’d grown another head. “Dreamed? Dreaming wasn’t encouraged. I was always told there was only one option for me.”
“Lack of encouragement won’t stop dreaming altogether.” Key rationalized. “Come on. Just think for a minute. Something that makes you happy. Something you like to do in your spare time.”
Minho quirked a brow at the smaller boy and Key just rolled his eyes.
“Yah! I meant besides picking people up in clubs.”
The budding smirk fell from Minho’s face as he tried to think about the last thing that he actually enjoyed besides sex. It took him a few minutes before he finally thought of it.
“Well I always liked photography. There was this one trip I took to Tokyo a few years ago - just me, a duffle bag, and my camera.”
Key noticed a genuine smile cross the other boy’s face as he recalled his trip.
“I kept running out of film and then buying more. I took so many photos that I had to toss out half of my clothes on the return trip just so I could fit all the rolls into my bag.” The taller boy laughed at the memory.
“So why not pursue photography instead of the shipping business?”
“Key, just because I enjoy it that doesn’t mean my photos are any good.” Minho said with a frown.
“Have you ever shown them to anyone?” Key prodded.
“Well…..no, but that’s because they suck.” Minho elucidated as if it were obvious.
“I want to see them.” It wasn’t a request. Key was going to get Minho to show him those photos if he had to die to do it.
The diva could see protest building in Minho’s eyes, so he cut him off before he could speak.
“You’re too critical of your own work; you obviously can’t be trusted to judge it. So objectivity falls to me.” Key asserted, leaving no room for argument as he snuggled down into the covers.
Minho pulled Key against his side, resting his chin atop the diva’s head.
“They aren’t….here. I have them in a storage locker downtown.”
“I guess we’ll be taking a field trip then.” Key countered.
Minho let his eyes flutter closed in defeat. “Come by tomorrow at 5.”
That night, Key wore a shit-eating grin to bed and nothing else; falling asleep in his lover’s embrace.
TBC…