Shout Out
Title: Shout Out
Pairing: Hint Onew/Minho, hint Onew/Key, 2min if you squint
Rating: R
A/N: ………… Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing.
Written with the help of Katy and Shannon 8]
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The shoot for the album jacket was going smoothly - no hair issues, no make-up blunders, no wardrobe malfunctions. Each member was playing their part perfectly as the camera turned and snapped and the director told them where to go, what facial expression to make.
Their album had been playing on repeat and they were staring to get sick of it by now, and really, it was amazing that they had gone for three hours listening to it over and over and over and over and over… well you get the point.
Jonghyun was the first one to get annoyed - Shout Out was playing for the umpteenth time and he just couldn’t take it anymore. Just as the chorus rang in he pressed ‘stop’ on the CD player and the noise that echoed throughout the factory and bounced off of every wall made everyone turn and stare at the machine, and Jonghyun’s eyebrows shot to his hairline.
The echoing moan was so loud and tangible that it was amazing no one had heard it in the first place. It was still ricocheting off of some of the faraway walls, high-pitched and touched out, sounding like something that should have come straight from an adult video.
Over in the corner, Onew giggled.
“What the hell was that?” Key broke the silence and moved over to the CD player, rewinding a few seconds and playing the chorus over again, now the keening moan audible to everyone, punctuating each of Minho’s verses.
“…” Key glanced over to Onew, who had this stupid shit-eating grin on his face, and narrowed his eyes. “Did you do this?”
Onew let out a guffaw, “Heeeeee~ yes.”
[Flashback - Album recording]
Everyone had left for the evening but Onew stayed behind, listening to what they had recorded for the day, making sure everything was perfect. They had only done a few songs and the one he was listening to was good - another ode to Key and Minho’s rapping - but there was just something… missing.
He tapped his fingers on the sound table and stared at all of the switches - adjusting the volume here, echo there, rebound in a few other places. Still nothing was working. He put it all back to the original settings and glanced over at the mic, when an idea struck him.
Something needed to oppose the low baritone of Minho and Key’s rapping.
Something needed to contradict it, something needed to contrast and stand out against it.
Grinning to himself, he stood up and gleefully clapped his hands, prancing into the recording studio and putting on his headphones. He listened to Minho and Key’s rapping and felt his nerves start to catch fire; he glanced over to the locked recording room door and then slid his hands to his pants, unbuckling them and slipping his fingers inside past the waist band of his boxers. The intro got to him first, Minho’s smooth low voice filtering through the stereo headphones, filling every nook and cranny in his brain.
He licked his fat lips and took ahold of his cock, fingers dancing up and down the shaft. The bass was thrumming through his spine and his cranium and he let out a soft sound, bucking his hips lightly. God if anyone knew he was doing this he would be ruined but that just added to it - Key’s voice came next and he trembled, his cock stiffening in his hold as he started to set up an easy, pleasurable pace.
A low sound left his lips and died off, a bit higher than his normal voice but with the sounds assaulting his phonetic sensory he couldn’t really focus on anything. All he knew was that this was definitely his favorite song on the album; their voices blended so perfectly together and were so raw, fierce and primal. And oh, Minho had grown into such a young man, his voice had matured and developed in a way that no one expected and his rap had a new edge, a new flow and Key had stayed the same but now they were the perfect balance.
His thumb swiped the head of his cock, collecting the pre-cum and smearing it around. His shoulders hunched and his chin dropped to his chest, lips parting as he panted lightly and tried to keep himself upright, hand propping himself on the music stand. Sweat started to form on his brow and his hips surged into the circle of fingers he had created for himself, Minho and Key’s voice falling over him like sweet salty waves of mind tingling pleasure.
Jonghyun’s voice came next and it was nasally yet not out of place, Taemin’s own breathy sounds filtering through and soon enough it was more rapping and Onew’s dick was swollen, fat with need as his body started to shake and tremble. He could see Key’s new mohawk, could also see the hat and bandanas he wore to cover it up before their comeback. He could see Minho’s nearly shaved head, could see that wig that he wore to fool the fans, the hat that was perched handsomely atop it. He could see them while they were rapping, eyes narrow and hands moving to keep rhythm, heads bobbing as they spoke eloquently and beautifully and made that wonderful music that Onew thought was probably more amazing than his or Jonghyun’s singing.
Squeezing the base of his shaft another noise bubbled up, a bit nasally, his breath puffing over the circular mic in front of his face as his breathing became erratic. This was the mic that Minho had been using earlier that day, his lips flush against the mesh during some parts of his rapping and singing to make sure that everything got through, so passionate when he was doing what he knew he was good at.
So Onew’s lips pressed against the mesh right where Minho’s had, tasting a bit of the lingering chapstick, an indirect kiss as the strokes on his shaft sped up and he felt himself nearing completion.
A particularly feral growl from Minho resounded through his head and like that Onew was done, a high-pitched keen leaving his throat as he came, cum spilling hot and sticky over his fingers as he rutted his hips a few more times and rode out his orgasm, knees threatening to give out as he steadied himself with his free hand and flushed heavily, sweat dripping down the side of his face.
Straightening, he found some tissues and cleaned himself up, smirking as he flipped the record switch off and moved into the sound booth, putting on a different set of headphones and starting to fiddle around with a few things. Once he was finished he listened to the song again and deemed it worthy, feeling totally satisfied as he left the studio with a pleased grin, tossing his jacket over his shoulder and walking coolly out of the building.
[End flashback]
Onew’s eyes were glazed over, lips parted as he stared off into space with a rather vacant expression.
Key arched a brow and looked at Jonghyun, who was just staring at their leader dumbly, wondering just how… Just… how could Onew have made those noises?
Minho walked up, Taemin hauled over his shoulder as the maknae flailed and giggled loudly. The rapper tilted his head and set Taemin down, who looked at the CD player, which was still playing Shout Out.
Everyone fell silent, and then Taemin smiled brightly.
“What’s this?”
Pairing: Hint Onew/Minho, hint Onew/Key, 2min if you squint
Rating: R
A/N: ………… Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing.
Written with the help of Katy and Shannon 8]
--
The shoot for the album jacket was going smoothly - no hair issues, no make-up blunders, no wardrobe malfunctions. Each member was playing their part perfectly as the camera turned and snapped and the director told them where to go, what facial expression to make.
Their album had been playing on repeat and they were staring to get sick of it by now, and really, it was amazing that they had gone for three hours listening to it over and over and over and over and over… well you get the point.
Jonghyun was the first one to get annoyed - Shout Out was playing for the umpteenth time and he just couldn’t take it anymore. Just as the chorus rang in he pressed ‘stop’ on the CD player and the noise that echoed throughout the factory and bounced off of every wall made everyone turn and stare at the machine, and Jonghyun’s eyebrows shot to his hairline.
The echoing moan was so loud and tangible that it was amazing no one had heard it in the first place. It was still ricocheting off of some of the faraway walls, high-pitched and touched out, sounding like something that should have come straight from an adult video.
Over in the corner, Onew giggled.
“What the hell was that?” Key broke the silence and moved over to the CD player, rewinding a few seconds and playing the chorus over again, now the keening moan audible to everyone, punctuating each of Minho’s verses.
“…” Key glanced over to Onew, who had this stupid shit-eating grin on his face, and narrowed his eyes. “Did you do this?”
Onew let out a guffaw, “Heeeeee~ yes.”
[Flashback - Album recording]
Everyone had left for the evening but Onew stayed behind, listening to what they had recorded for the day, making sure everything was perfect. They had only done a few songs and the one he was listening to was good - another ode to Key and Minho’s rapping - but there was just something… missing.
He tapped his fingers on the sound table and stared at all of the switches - adjusting the volume here, echo there, rebound in a few other places. Still nothing was working. He put it all back to the original settings and glanced over at the mic, when an idea struck him.
Something needed to oppose the low baritone of Minho and Key’s rapping.
Something needed to contradict it, something needed to contrast and stand out against it.
Grinning to himself, he stood up and gleefully clapped his hands, prancing into the recording studio and putting on his headphones. He listened to Minho and Key’s rapping and felt his nerves start to catch fire; he glanced over to the locked recording room door and then slid his hands to his pants, unbuckling them and slipping his fingers inside past the waist band of his boxers. The intro got to him first, Minho’s smooth low voice filtering through the stereo headphones, filling every nook and cranny in his brain.
He licked his fat lips and took ahold of his cock, fingers dancing up and down the shaft. The bass was thrumming through his spine and his cranium and he let out a soft sound, bucking his hips lightly. God if anyone knew he was doing this he would be ruined but that just added to it - Key’s voice came next and he trembled, his cock stiffening in his hold as he started to set up an easy, pleasurable pace.
A low sound left his lips and died off, a bit higher than his normal voice but with the sounds assaulting his phonetic sensory he couldn’t really focus on anything. All he knew was that this was definitely his favorite song on the album; their voices blended so perfectly together and were so raw, fierce and primal. And oh, Minho had grown into such a young man, his voice had matured and developed in a way that no one expected and his rap had a new edge, a new flow and Key had stayed the same but now they were the perfect balance.
His thumb swiped the head of his cock, collecting the pre-cum and smearing it around. His shoulders hunched and his chin dropped to his chest, lips parting as he panted lightly and tried to keep himself upright, hand propping himself on the music stand. Sweat started to form on his brow and his hips surged into the circle of fingers he had created for himself, Minho and Key’s voice falling over him like sweet salty waves of mind tingling pleasure.
Jonghyun’s voice came next and it was nasally yet not out of place, Taemin’s own breathy sounds filtering through and soon enough it was more rapping and Onew’s dick was swollen, fat with need as his body started to shake and tremble. He could see Key’s new mohawk, could also see the hat and bandanas he wore to cover it up before their comeback. He could see Minho’s nearly shaved head, could see that wig that he wore to fool the fans, the hat that was perched handsomely atop it. He could see them while they were rapping, eyes narrow and hands moving to keep rhythm, heads bobbing as they spoke eloquently and beautifully and made that wonderful music that Onew thought was probably more amazing than his or Jonghyun’s singing.
Squeezing the base of his shaft another noise bubbled up, a bit nasally, his breath puffing over the circular mic in front of his face as his breathing became erratic. This was the mic that Minho had been using earlier that day, his lips flush against the mesh during some parts of his rapping and singing to make sure that everything got through, so passionate when he was doing what he knew he was good at.
So Onew’s lips pressed against the mesh right where Minho’s had, tasting a bit of the lingering chapstick, an indirect kiss as the strokes on his shaft sped up and he felt himself nearing completion.
A particularly feral growl from Minho resounded through his head and like that Onew was done, a high-pitched keen leaving his throat as he came, cum spilling hot and sticky over his fingers as he rutted his hips a few more times and rode out his orgasm, knees threatening to give out as he steadied himself with his free hand and flushed heavily, sweat dripping down the side of his face.
Straightening, he found some tissues and cleaned himself up, smirking as he flipped the record switch off and moved into the sound booth, putting on a different set of headphones and starting to fiddle around with a few things. Once he was finished he listened to the song again and deemed it worthy, feeling totally satisfied as he left the studio with a pleased grin, tossing his jacket over his shoulder and walking coolly out of the building.
[End flashback]
Onew’s eyes were glazed over, lips parted as he stared off into space with a rather vacant expression.
Key arched a brow and looked at Jonghyun, who was just staring at their leader dumbly, wondering just how… Just… how could Onew have made those noises?
Minho walked up, Taemin hauled over his shoulder as the maknae flailed and giggled loudly. The rapper tilted his head and set Taemin down, who looked at the CD player, which was still playing Shout Out.
Everyone fell silent, and then Taemin smiled brightly.
“What’s this?”