All Tied Up, You Are Mine
All Tied Up, You Are Mine.
2min; NC-17; 1375w
I just felt like writing a smut after a while.
Nights before they had fucked were never so perfect like this, Taemin underneath Minho’s body - often said like gorgeous, muscled people you will see in the Greek Mythology. Minho scooped his body up and the look he gave to the younger male showed a genuflection to the thin, yet beautiful and perfect curves of his body, as if he could have not found any fineness in other flower boys or thousands pretty girls. A splatter of timid pleasure Taemin trying to hide added more his veneration he would not ever be willing to share.
Minho traced the pale skin of his flat tummy with a fingertip, slowly stepping off lower to reach the small, bony waist and dug his fingernail into it, earning a small gasp from up there. Minho smirked, Taemin was a masochist, and it was perfect. His gaze scraped from fear and hesitation into a pure lust, Minho knew they both wanted this - had been wanting an amount time for them to fuck and penetrate their lust into untold sensuous delight, ineffable pleasure. Minho could not recall quite well how did they end up in Minho’s bed right after they reached their dorm with just two of them. All he could be sure was Minho came across the sight of empty dorm and suddenly his pent-up lust reached his peak, then things he could tell to himself was, their transition moved ever so quickly from the dorm’s front door to the dark room. Chances were not given for Taemin to speak because his lips were collided with Minho’s before he could catch the eye contact, but Minho tracked down any sign of rejection but the younger male didn’t seem to struggle and break loose, so Minho decided to lead him up to proceed twiddling Taemin’s hem and he tugged it away.
There was a small, short groan pierced the space that smelled sex, Taemin’s heavy breath and eyes lidded when Minho crawled towards the flashed neck, nibbling the creamy neck and sucking the flesh of Taemin’s shoulder blade. Minho’s cold palm rubbed the dancer’s abdomen, scraping his metallic bracelet on the sweaty skin. Minho smiled seeing his artistic work; Taemin’s lips wide open, his hair messy and parted on his forehead, some sticking on his nape, his cheeks were flushed red and glistening upon the sprinkle of ray through the window, reflecting the pulchritude of the full moon. Minho shifted his weight on Taemin’s small frame, his left arm supporting himself on the elbow while his other hand pinned Taemin down in the bed, trailing kisses on the dancer’s face and working down to reach the parted lips. They kissed for a while with a small battle of dominance with their tongues before Minho finally went down and unbuckled Taemin’s belt expertly, shimming out Taemin’s long legs of the disturbing tight pants and threw it away onto one corner of the room. He didn’t fucking care to where, when a prey beneath him was waiting to be touched and filled. Minho shifted after he noticed the neglected nipples and latched his lips onto a hard nub, his fingers working to tease the other one. Minho sucked, bit, and flicked the red teats with his tongue alternately. Taemin saw red haze of pleasure, not expecting the sudden action and he sort of gave in with the little amount of energy left.
Minho smiled, his sick fetish climbing up to the rate he would never be able to suppress his need, his fingers wrapping around the hard shaft and stroking it in a slow pace, sinful moans escaping from the little mouth, much to Minho’s expectation. It had been a while since he heard them - actually five days from the first time Minho tore down Taemin’s chastity. But he could not get enough, he wanted more and drew more sexy noises. It was intoxicating.
The hard, erected penis was disappeared into Minho’s mouth, his head bobbing up and down. A toothy smirk against the shaft scraped the sensitive veins and Taemin’s chest heaved, feeling Minho’s tongue was so flat and hot indulging the skin. It was amazing, God knows how much Taemin wanted the God-like tongue.
Minho felt Taemin’s body tensed up so he stopped and pulled off, he chuckled at the whine of loss and disappointment and he leaned in to capture those lips.
“ That’s okay,” Minho whispered, “ This will be much better.”
He slung his arms around Taemin and pulled him closer, telling Taemin to turn over his body.
“ Push up on your knees,” he urged, and Taemin obliged to comply but his lips were sealed immediately when Minho’s thick fingers crawled on his hips. Minho spat on his palm, at least they needed something for lubrication and began coating the pink entrance gently. The rapper forced his hard dick in and almost cummed right on the spot, the tightness was unbearable and warm. Minho swore he would not trade this blessing to anything or anyone else. This belonged to him, Minho thought selfishly as he pushed deeper, the wet walls learning the shape and squeezing his cock with a pour of warmth. The cock’s veins throbbed and popped, adding the pleasure to the dancer, it felt so right and real with Minho inside him.
“ Hyung..” Taemin inhaled, “ M- Move..”
Taemin clutched his arms around Minho’s neck, the thrusts started slow to divert the pain. Minho bit his lip, he knew he would not last long with this pace. He leaned in as his hips worked in their way to loose the muscles inside Taemin more, and mumbled a small “ Sorry” before he latched his fingers on Taemin’s curves and began pounding harder, so unbelievable fast and overdrive. Taemin’s expression showed a debauched pleasure, Minho had to hold on Taemin’s hips tighter in order not to lose his control but he just ended up pounding hard, deep inside the hot cave. Groans slipped off Taemin’s mouth whenever Minho bumped the soft, sensitive spots after he shifted his hips to try different angles. Minho just really, really wanted his Taemin to start crying out his name and he did, the hoarse cries calling out Minho’s name - “ Hyung.. Minho Hyung..” and he let out an “Ah” as Minho rammed in.
Minho knew something was about reaching its peak - he pressed his hands tightly on between of the curves and the small hips, focusing on the speed rather than the strength. Taemin’s small fingers locked in Minho’s brown curls, he could see fireworks behind his lidded eyes. Minho’s thrusts were getting short, desperate, and fast - the hardest thrust caused Taemin to reach his own high, splattering the white substance to their bodies and the messy white sheets. Minho grunted - and he worked his hips in, spurting out his sperm. His teeth gritted in pleasure when he actually cummed in the dancer, his lover, filling the devirginized hole with more and more his cum. He pulled out slowly between pants and the next thing was Taemin’s cry at the sudden emptiness. He stared at the loosened hole dripping out some of Minho’s cum and he was, once again, proud of his artistic work. He felt so high, no one would be able to please Taemin other than him.
The rapper collapsed on Taemin as he kissed the dancer’s lips, mouthing “ I love you” and “ That was fucking amazing” on Taemin’s ear and the maknae giggled. Minho slung one of his strong arms around the boy and snuggled him closer, inhaling a mix of Taemin’s sweet scent and their steamy, hot sex smell. Minho traced the perfect shaped face gently as he admired how gorgeous and innocent this boy seemed when actually he was rather impatient in the bed.
Minho could not believe this perfection was his.
Every time Taemin surrendered in his arms, Minho realized how addicting this boy could be, he never wanted to stop. He wanted Taemin alone.
The taller male breathed heavily against Taemin’s sweaty, slick red locks.
“ You are my addiction, Taemin-ah.”
The dancer smiled casually.
“ I know,” he replied just for a brief second, “ You can’t just get enough of me, Hyung.”
How Minho really loved this boy, thoroughly.
2min; NC-17; 1375w
I just felt like writing a smut after a while.
Nights before they had fucked were never so perfect like this, Taemin underneath Minho’s body - often said like gorgeous, muscled people you will see in the Greek Mythology. Minho scooped his body up and the look he gave to the younger male showed a genuflection to the thin, yet beautiful and perfect curves of his body, as if he could have not found any fineness in other flower boys or thousands pretty girls. A splatter of timid pleasure Taemin trying to hide added more his veneration he would not ever be willing to share.
Minho traced the pale skin of his flat tummy with a fingertip, slowly stepping off lower to reach the small, bony waist and dug his fingernail into it, earning a small gasp from up there. Minho smirked, Taemin was a masochist, and it was perfect. His gaze scraped from fear and hesitation into a pure lust, Minho knew they both wanted this - had been wanting an amount time for them to fuck and penetrate their lust into untold sensuous delight, ineffable pleasure. Minho could not recall quite well how did they end up in Minho’s bed right after they reached their dorm with just two of them. All he could be sure was Minho came across the sight of empty dorm and suddenly his pent-up lust reached his peak, then things he could tell to himself was, their transition moved ever so quickly from the dorm’s front door to the dark room. Chances were not given for Taemin to speak because his lips were collided with Minho’s before he could catch the eye contact, but Minho tracked down any sign of rejection but the younger male didn’t seem to struggle and break loose, so Minho decided to lead him up to proceed twiddling Taemin’s hem and he tugged it away.
There was a small, short groan pierced the space that smelled sex, Taemin’s heavy breath and eyes lidded when Minho crawled towards the flashed neck, nibbling the creamy neck and sucking the flesh of Taemin’s shoulder blade. Minho’s cold palm rubbed the dancer’s abdomen, scraping his metallic bracelet on the sweaty skin. Minho smiled seeing his artistic work; Taemin’s lips wide open, his hair messy and parted on his forehead, some sticking on his nape, his cheeks were flushed red and glistening upon the sprinkle of ray through the window, reflecting the pulchritude of the full moon. Minho shifted his weight on Taemin’s small frame, his left arm supporting himself on the elbow while his other hand pinned Taemin down in the bed, trailing kisses on the dancer’s face and working down to reach the parted lips. They kissed for a while with a small battle of dominance with their tongues before Minho finally went down and unbuckled Taemin’s belt expertly, shimming out Taemin’s long legs of the disturbing tight pants and threw it away onto one corner of the room. He didn’t fucking care to where, when a prey beneath him was waiting to be touched and filled. Minho shifted after he noticed the neglected nipples and latched his lips onto a hard nub, his fingers working to tease the other one. Minho sucked, bit, and flicked the red teats with his tongue alternately. Taemin saw red haze of pleasure, not expecting the sudden action and he sort of gave in with the little amount of energy left.
Minho smiled, his sick fetish climbing up to the rate he would never be able to suppress his need, his fingers wrapping around the hard shaft and stroking it in a slow pace, sinful moans escaping from the little mouth, much to Minho’s expectation. It had been a while since he heard them - actually five days from the first time Minho tore down Taemin’s chastity. But he could not get enough, he wanted more and drew more sexy noises. It was intoxicating.
The hard, erected penis was disappeared into Minho’s mouth, his head bobbing up and down. A toothy smirk against the shaft scraped the sensitive veins and Taemin’s chest heaved, feeling Minho’s tongue was so flat and hot indulging the skin. It was amazing, God knows how much Taemin wanted the God-like tongue.
Minho felt Taemin’s body tensed up so he stopped and pulled off, he chuckled at the whine of loss and disappointment and he leaned in to capture those lips.
“ That’s okay,” Minho whispered, “ This will be much better.”
He slung his arms around Taemin and pulled him closer, telling Taemin to turn over his body.
“ Push up on your knees,” he urged, and Taemin obliged to comply but his lips were sealed immediately when Minho’s thick fingers crawled on his hips. Minho spat on his palm, at least they needed something for lubrication and began coating the pink entrance gently. The rapper forced his hard dick in and almost cummed right on the spot, the tightness was unbearable and warm. Minho swore he would not trade this blessing to anything or anyone else. This belonged to him, Minho thought selfishly as he pushed deeper, the wet walls learning the shape and squeezing his cock with a pour of warmth. The cock’s veins throbbed and popped, adding the pleasure to the dancer, it felt so right and real with Minho inside him.
“ Hyung..” Taemin inhaled, “ M- Move..”
Taemin clutched his arms around Minho’s neck, the thrusts started slow to divert the pain. Minho bit his lip, he knew he would not last long with this pace. He leaned in as his hips worked in their way to loose the muscles inside Taemin more, and mumbled a small “ Sorry” before he latched his fingers on Taemin’s curves and began pounding harder, so unbelievable fast and overdrive. Taemin’s expression showed a debauched pleasure, Minho had to hold on Taemin’s hips tighter in order not to lose his control but he just ended up pounding hard, deep inside the hot cave. Groans slipped off Taemin’s mouth whenever Minho bumped the soft, sensitive spots after he shifted his hips to try different angles. Minho just really, really wanted his Taemin to start crying out his name and he did, the hoarse cries calling out Minho’s name - “ Hyung.. Minho Hyung..” and he let out an “Ah” as Minho rammed in.
Minho knew something was about reaching its peak - he pressed his hands tightly on between of the curves and the small hips, focusing on the speed rather than the strength. Taemin’s small fingers locked in Minho’s brown curls, he could see fireworks behind his lidded eyes. Minho’s thrusts were getting short, desperate, and fast - the hardest thrust caused Taemin to reach his own high, splattering the white substance to their bodies and the messy white sheets. Minho grunted - and he worked his hips in, spurting out his sperm. His teeth gritted in pleasure when he actually cummed in the dancer, his lover, filling the devirginized hole with more and more his cum. He pulled out slowly between pants and the next thing was Taemin’s cry at the sudden emptiness. He stared at the loosened hole dripping out some of Minho’s cum and he was, once again, proud of his artistic work. He felt so high, no one would be able to please Taemin other than him.
The rapper collapsed on Taemin as he kissed the dancer’s lips, mouthing “ I love you” and “ That was fucking amazing” on Taemin’s ear and the maknae giggled. Minho slung one of his strong arms around the boy and snuggled him closer, inhaling a mix of Taemin’s sweet scent and their steamy, hot sex smell. Minho traced the perfect shaped face gently as he admired how gorgeous and innocent this boy seemed when actually he was rather impatient in the bed.
Minho could not believe this perfection was his.
Every time Taemin surrendered in his arms, Minho realized how addicting this boy could be, he never wanted to stop. He wanted Taemin alone.
The taller male breathed heavily against Taemin’s sweaty, slick red locks.
“ You are my addiction, Taemin-ah.”
The dancer smiled casually.
“ I know,” he replied just for a brief second, “ You can’t just get enough of me, Hyung.”
How Minho really loved this boy, thoroughly.