Yes, My Master II - 01
Title: Yes, My Master II - 01
Author: Ahra
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Summary: Lee Taemin had gone back into the Choi Residence as the personal assistant and the young master's lover, and began living his old life and routine back when, one by one, he had to come up with everything that had been waiting for him for so long.
Hi, this is me Ahra with the sequel of Yes, My Master! I'll be gladly to thank mirru_val, Caline, and manongeunhyuk who made me come up with a decision of writing the sequel, so here you go :]
“ Welcome back, Milord Minho, Personal Assistant Taemin!”
A loud warm welcome splattered the wide vestibule from the maids and butlers as the said males made their way into the residence, Lee Taemin just faked a sweet smile just because he had not yet gotten used with his past routine; of course what’d you expect? Three years not returning to the Choi Residence and suddenly dragged back as the assistant, he needed a longer time to adjust with everything.
“ Welcome home, my Milord, Assistant Taemin.”
Butler Eli stepped across the vestibule and bowed to his respect, smiling politely and offering a hand to bringing Minho’s bag and cloak, but Taemin stopped Butler Eli immediately, telling him that he should be fine only for bringing those stuffs; he just picked up the young master from his college and Taemin didn’t feel tired at all, followed with an additional reason of ‘the meeting will be started in three hours, so it’s fine for me to bring these!’
But a shrewd smile crossed Butler Eli’s face.
“ I can’t let milord’s lover to take pains whereas I am in the charge of serving him.”
Eli, you goddamn motherfucker.
Minho just laughed over an obvious blush on both Taemin’s cheeks.
.
.
.
“ Come here, Taemin.”
The deep voice just called Taemin to look over his shoulder and the young male gulped, turning the heels round only to see the intoxicating voice owner staring at him deeply, a intense desire flowing in those dark brown orbs, he knew no one could resist him, the perfect being coalescing with a strong aura and demanding feeling beneath the voice.
Lust.
Needs.
Wants.
A small lump blocked Taemin’s throat.
And love.
Slowly, Taemin closed the distance between them by dragging his feet towards the young master. The more and more closer he created the short gap; the more Taemin felt his adrenaline rushing below his skin, his hot blood boiling and screaming to just jump over the bouncy bed and let his skin scrap with the young master’s.
“ What are you waiting for?” Minho’s husky voice sent a shiver down Taemin’s bony spine. “ Quick, I want to feel you, and kiss you.”
After the time they had spent together in each other’s embrace, why did Taemin still not get used with this? Either it would make him blush or almost faint dead away.
Taemin was trying his best to clear up the lump in his throat; must be his drop-dead face and that low voice, he assured himself.
As his knees touched the edge of bed, Taemin was in lost when Minho impatiently reached for Taemin’s wrist and tugged him over so his small body bounced up onto the broad chest and stronger body, feeling shocked for sudden act from the taller male.
Minho’s hot breath brushed over Taemin’s earlobe, giving a tingling sensation from his neck, down to his chest, butterflies in his stomach, and then his groin.
“ Let me kiss you before we rush off to the meeting,” the young master murmured, “ I need to recall how soft your lips are.”
God, why is he so bunny cheesy like this?
Taemin, slowly, fluttered his eyes close, when a pair of plump, wet lips (that apparently had been licked before by Minho) pressed against his, a sound of flesh tasting each other and wet noises filling in Minho’s room (which somehow felt hot and steamy), increasing the heat as Minho forcefully stuck out his tongue and licked Taemin’s lips, a sign of ‘let me come in’ and the needy tongue devoured entire Taemin’s mouth along with a short battle of dominance, which was won by Minho for a stronger assault, and that just made Taemin’s heart dropped from its peak because God, it feels so good.
“ You taste sweet..”
Taemin’s body shivered as Minho broke the kiss, going down to lick and nibble the shoulder blade, moving to the exposed neck (because during the intense kisses Minho had ripped the first buttons of Taemin’s white shirt) and nipping it, leaving angry marks till he proceeded to the sharp collarbone.
Those sexual assaults made Taemin want to protest, but Minho shut him with a rough, dominant kiss on the bruised lips (from kisses earlier) and pierced Taemin’s eyes with his lustful gaze.
“ Shut up and let me take you.”
Before Taemin could response anything, he gasped when Minho pressed the tent bulging under his pants with a tip of finger rather roughly.
“ Moan, and I’ll make you feel really good.”
And Taemin now had to surrender, he had lost.
.
.
.
“ How will you continue your study?”
Taemin blinked through his long eyelashes. “ My study?”
Minho nodded, rolling closer to snuggle on Taemin’s hair. “ Yeah, as my personal assistant you have to enter a college and continue everything you have learnt from past three years, I bet you’ve graduated from highschool in the previous small town and almost began to apply for a new semester in college.”
Taemin pouted. “ Then you came to pick me up. What could I have done? I’ve finished three semesters and I needed to drop out in order to follow you back to Seoul.”
Minho laughed softly. “ Why don’t you attend into the same university with me? I’ll pay school fees and let you have higher education. We are talking about the best university in South Korea.”
Taemin wiggled his left brow, something had been missed in this talk. “ Excuse me what? So you say I have to attend into your college?” and was replied with an eager nod. Taemin crossed his arms over his naked chest - none of them had put on some clothes after the sex - and tilted, “ What make you really sure I will comply with you?”
“ Because you’re left with no choice,” Minho took Taemin’s cheeks in his large palms, arrogantly spoke, “ Obey me, this is an order.”
There was a demand underneath the deep voice, once again, which always made Taemin get no choice except to agree.
But that because Taemin loved how demanding Minho could be, since it was only him who is able to make Minho into a sexy beast like this, so Taemin smiled and lowered his neck to bow.
“ Yes, My Master.”
a/n: short chapter for the beginning, more to write in the future!
Author: Ahra
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Summary: Lee Taemin had gone back into the Choi Residence as the personal assistant and the young master's lover, and began living his old life and routine back when, one by one, he had to come up with everything that had been waiting for him for so long.
Hi, this is me Ahra with the sequel of Yes, My Master! I'll be gladly to thank mirru_val, Caline, and manongeunhyuk who made me come up with a decision of writing the sequel, so here you go :]
“ Welcome back, Milord Minho, Personal Assistant Taemin!”
A loud warm welcome splattered the wide vestibule from the maids and butlers as the said males made their way into the residence, Lee Taemin just faked a sweet smile just because he had not yet gotten used with his past routine; of course what’d you expect? Three years not returning to the Choi Residence and suddenly dragged back as the assistant, he needed a longer time to adjust with everything.
“ Welcome home, my Milord, Assistant Taemin.”
Butler Eli stepped across the vestibule and bowed to his respect, smiling politely and offering a hand to bringing Minho’s bag and cloak, but Taemin stopped Butler Eli immediately, telling him that he should be fine only for bringing those stuffs; he just picked up the young master from his college and Taemin didn’t feel tired at all, followed with an additional reason of ‘the meeting will be started in three hours, so it’s fine for me to bring these!’
But a shrewd smile crossed Butler Eli’s face.
“ I can’t let milord’s lover to take pains whereas I am in the charge of serving him.”
Eli, you goddamn motherfucker.
Minho just laughed over an obvious blush on both Taemin’s cheeks.
.
.
.
“ Come here, Taemin.”
The deep voice just called Taemin to look over his shoulder and the young male gulped, turning the heels round only to see the intoxicating voice owner staring at him deeply, a intense desire flowing in those dark brown orbs, he knew no one could resist him, the perfect being coalescing with a strong aura and demanding feeling beneath the voice.
Lust.
Needs.
Wants.
A small lump blocked Taemin’s throat.
And love.
Slowly, Taemin closed the distance between them by dragging his feet towards the young master. The more and more closer he created the short gap; the more Taemin felt his adrenaline rushing below his skin, his hot blood boiling and screaming to just jump over the bouncy bed and let his skin scrap with the young master’s.
“ What are you waiting for?” Minho’s husky voice sent a shiver down Taemin’s bony spine. “ Quick, I want to feel you, and kiss you.”
After the time they had spent together in each other’s embrace, why did Taemin still not get used with this? Either it would make him blush or almost faint dead away.
Taemin was trying his best to clear up the lump in his throat; must be his drop-dead face and that low voice, he assured himself.
As his knees touched the edge of bed, Taemin was in lost when Minho impatiently reached for Taemin’s wrist and tugged him over so his small body bounced up onto the broad chest and stronger body, feeling shocked for sudden act from the taller male.
Minho’s hot breath brushed over Taemin’s earlobe, giving a tingling sensation from his neck, down to his chest, butterflies in his stomach, and then his groin.
“ Let me kiss you before we rush off to the meeting,” the young master murmured, “ I need to recall how soft your lips are.”
God, why is he so bunny cheesy like this?
Taemin, slowly, fluttered his eyes close, when a pair of plump, wet lips (that apparently had been licked before by Minho) pressed against his, a sound of flesh tasting each other and wet noises filling in Minho’s room (which somehow felt hot and steamy), increasing the heat as Minho forcefully stuck out his tongue and licked Taemin’s lips, a sign of ‘let me come in’ and the needy tongue devoured entire Taemin’s mouth along with a short battle of dominance, which was won by Minho for a stronger assault, and that just made Taemin’s heart dropped from its peak because God, it feels so good.
“ You taste sweet..”
Taemin’s body shivered as Minho broke the kiss, going down to lick and nibble the shoulder blade, moving to the exposed neck (because during the intense kisses Minho had ripped the first buttons of Taemin’s white shirt) and nipping it, leaving angry marks till he proceeded to the sharp collarbone.
Those sexual assaults made Taemin want to protest, but Minho shut him with a rough, dominant kiss on the bruised lips (from kisses earlier) and pierced Taemin’s eyes with his lustful gaze.
“ Shut up and let me take you.”
Before Taemin could response anything, he gasped when Minho pressed the tent bulging under his pants with a tip of finger rather roughly.
“ Moan, and I’ll make you feel really good.”
And Taemin now had to surrender, he had lost.
.
.
.
“ How will you continue your study?”
Taemin blinked through his long eyelashes. “ My study?”
Minho nodded, rolling closer to snuggle on Taemin’s hair. “ Yeah, as my personal assistant you have to enter a college and continue everything you have learnt from past three years, I bet you’ve graduated from highschool in the previous small town and almost began to apply for a new semester in college.”
Taemin pouted. “ Then you came to pick me up. What could I have done? I’ve finished three semesters and I needed to drop out in order to follow you back to Seoul.”
Minho laughed softly. “ Why don’t you attend into the same university with me? I’ll pay school fees and let you have higher education. We are talking about the best university in South Korea.”
Taemin wiggled his left brow, something had been missed in this talk. “ Excuse me what? So you say I have to attend into your college?” and was replied with an eager nod. Taemin crossed his arms over his naked chest - none of them had put on some clothes after the sex - and tilted, “ What make you really sure I will comply with you?”
“ Because you’re left with no choice,” Minho took Taemin’s cheeks in his large palms, arrogantly spoke, “ Obey me, this is an order.”
There was a demand underneath the deep voice, once again, which always made Taemin get no choice except to agree.
But that because Taemin loved how demanding Minho could be, since it was only him who is able to make Minho into a sexy beast like this, so Taemin smiled and lowered his neck to bow.
“ Yes, My Master.”
a/n: short chapter for the beginning, more to write in the future!