Save Me [2/3]
Title: Save Me [2/3]
Genre: Fluff, lemon, smut, angst?
Pairing[s]: Minho-x-kitty!Taemin (main), ninja!Yunjae, ninja!Jongyu
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,354
Warning: kitty!Taemin, cross dressing, un-beta’d
Disclaimer: Only own the story, not people
Summary: Minho turns 21 and he insisted that his friends don’t buy him anything. However, he never realized he would actually have to tell them not to buy a kitten for him. This is for Vampy because she is my laotong/old same/sister from another mister/BBFL! ^-^ Here is part 2 <3
A/N: My E button has been messing up while writing this so sorry about the wrong words!! ><
Part 1
Taemin, with all his kitty cuteness, was straddling Minho’s lower waist and just stared back for some time, not exactly sure what the kitten wanted.
“Y-yes?”
He merely tilted his head, ears perking up rather cute like. The silence seemed to continue to drag on and at first, Minho thought he didn’t understand his question.
“Do you like my dress?”
The question was so random and his face so sincere that Minho had to hold in a cough from choking on his own spit. A small, primitive part of Minho glowed in the fact that his eyes slowly went over the wispy lace peeking out from the skirt, purple criss-crossed strings on the front of his chest, dress hugging to every curve on his hips and waist. His eyes unintentionally stayed locked on his crotch area as he began to imagine what was underneath it.
“Master?”
Minho looked up automatically, senses coming back to him as Taemin innocently wrapped his arms around his neck, bringing their faces closer.
“Umma said I looked pretty. He said you would like the bows and lace. He said you would like my lace panties… Do you want to see it?”
Minho’s mouth went dry as Taemin got off his lap, tail flicking innocently and big mismatched eyes giving a soft sparkle.
“W-wait…”
Taemin was about to grab the zipper on the back but stopped. He pouted as his soft ears went forward, left one slightly touching the large pink bow. He suddenly looked on the verge of tears which scared Minho. He sighed in defeat because it was his birthday right? He should be allowed to indulge every once in a while.
“Let me help you with it.”
The kitten smiled as he turned around, exposing the shiny zipper. Minho took it and brought it down his back slowly, exposing snow white skin that surved with every bone. Unconsciously, he licked his lips as he brought his hands forward to the front to undo the large pink bow tied around Taemin’s waist. He noticed the lacy strap already hanging off his shoulder when he finished bringing the zipper down. The fluffy white/sandy colored tail flicked seductively from side to side as Taemin began to wiggle his dress down toward his feet. His back was still facing Minho.
Two things Minho was able to suddenly realize in that second: one, Taemin was oddly flexible, fingers touching the tips of his toes as he was still bent over from pulling the dress down and two, having a perky ass barely covered by pink lace only about five inches from his face (because he was still on the edge of the couch) earned almost a complete hard on. The tail was still dangling in front of the precious center of the kitten’s rear which surprisingly caused irritation for Minho.
“Stay like that.”
Minho’s voice was low and husky as he sat on the edge of the couch, placing his hands just above the only cloth (besides the stockings) that the young boy was wearing. Taemin was confused but did as he was told, arms dangling down. He turned his head slightly to see if he could check what Master was doing.
“M-Mast-ahh!”
He squealed when Mnho pulled the panties down and with using one hang, pushed up the soft tail and inserted the tip of his thumb into the slight red ring. Taemin didn’t understand what groan, he wanted to know.
“M-Master…?”
It took a few more seconds before Minho forced himself to talk.
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
The simple and innocent question made Minho take out his finger and lean back on the couch. Taemin decided that since the underwear was already mostly off, he took it down and turned around, facing Minho with only purple lacy stockings on. The elder’s eyes looked over th flat yet serious undefined stomach and traveled even lower to the manhood (really should b called boyhood.) He didn’t notice Taemin nervously looking over Minho because he didn’t see anything wrong with him being totally naked in front of someone. He went to straddling Minho’s lower thighs, near his knees, and rested his hangs on the upper part of his legs, dangerously close to his erection. Never the less, Minho gasped and closed his eyes, had resting on the couch he was sitting on.
Taemin watched this reaction and looked at where his hands were. In between there was a large mound of something he didn’t have a clue was. His tail flicked in curiosity as he tentively brought one hand over it. Minho groaned and pushed his hips up just as the kitten took his hands away.
“Tell me what to do Master, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Poor Tamin was afraid that somehow, his actions had causd pain for the man he was quickly falling in love with. It was the exact opposite of that however.
Minho tilted his head up so he could watch the kitten’s eager eyes watch his hands as h undid his pants. The zipper ripped through the silence and slowly, Minho placed his hand inside his pants to guide his aching cock release from the clothing restrictions.
Taemin’s eyes went wide as he stared at it standing perfectly at attention. His own lower half started to tingle and Taemin was confused. He didn’t even know what this thing was called, so he looked at his master expectantly.
“Touch it.”
So the kitten bit his lip in concentration, looking back down toward the unknown anatomy, hand slightly shaking nervously as h brought it closer.
“What is it Master?”
Because Minho was all high from arousal and being called Master, he decided to say something stupid.
“My toy, now do as I say.”
Finally the soft fingers brushed against the hot skin. Minho groaned again as he tilted his head back. He started to get impatient and just took Taemin’s small hand and wrapped it around his shaft, slowly leading it to pumping him. Taemin caught on and started to go faster, thinking this was sort of a game.
Minho had to stop him because his climax was unpredictably close and he didn’t want to cum in his hand. Taemin was afraid that he had gotten carried away with all of his noises that his master was making and the tingling sensation it sent south of his border.
“Suck it.”
Taemin got off Minho’s lap and bent down on his knee’s in front of Minho’s spread legs (as far as legs could spread with pants still on). A little voice inside the boy told him that this wasn’t the best and maybe he shouldn’t but a large voice told him to obey whom ever brought him. He lived to please that person, or at least, that was what he was told.
Still he couldn’t stop a shaking hand from grabbing the base of his master’s shaft and lick the salty skin slowly. Minho groaned, clutching the couch to make sure he just didn’t grab Taemin to make sure all of his length entered that virgin mouth. Deciding that the taste wasn’t so bad, Taemin licked more areas and didn’t suck as he was told until Minho growled. Tilting his ears back, he engulfed the erection and started to gag when Minho couldn’t restrain himself any more and forced Taemin to take all of him in by pulling his soft sandy colored strands of hair. There wasn’t anything to do but suck because he couldn’t pull away. Unknowingly, he began to dig his sharp nails into Minho’s pants as Minho thrust up continuously. He couldn’t last much longer with Taemin’s tail swishing from side to side like it was enjoying this. He came into his awaiting mouth with a loud groan.
Taemin coughed as what ever it was, slid down his throat without permission. Minho felt terrible as soon as he realized he was the cause of the coughing fit.
“M-master… what was that? It tastes funny.”
Minho bit his lip because he felt like a giant pedo-bear, considering he just got off from a 13 year old sucking him off. Yea, this was wrong.
“Uhh…”
“Master?”
Taemin turned back toward him when he could stop coughing but tears seemed to be in his eyes. ‘What the hell did you do to this boy Minho?!’ he thought.
“I hurt.”
“Oh dear… I’m sorry kitten- I mean Taemin-ah. I didn’t…”
Now Minho felt like an even bigger ass. How could he have done such a thing?
Taemin pouted as he sat down and looked slightly afraid at his small erect member.
“It hurts… here.”
Minho could have laughed because of the situation if Taemin’s mismatched eyes didn’t show salty tears ready to spill.
“Come on.”
Minho stood up and took his kitten’s (yes, his. He accepted this fact) hand, leading him to the bedroom where he admitted was going to be the new birthplace to a hole to hell because of what he was going to do. The sniffle from behind him unmistakably turned him on again.
Lightly he made Taemin lay in the middle of the bed and took off the lace stockings.
“What are we going to do now Master?”
‘He sure does have a lot of questions…’ Minho thought as he got the lube from his night stand.
“Just relax Taemin, ok? I’ll make the hurt go away.”
Taemin nodded and instinctively spread his legs for Minho, whose mouth went dry from seeing him so exposed again.
“You can call me kitten if you want.”
Minho stopped looking at the awaiting entrance and instead to those mesmerizing eyes.
“What?”
“Umma called me kitten. Master can call me that too if he would like.”
“Oh… ok.”
Biting his lower lip, Minho expertly grabbed Taemin’s erection (his hand was slightly bigger than the whole thing, which somehow was very cute to Minho). He marveled in the small gasp and shudder given, confirming that he never touched himself before.
“Mmgnnha! Master~!”
His voice got higher when Minho sped up but it took less than a minute for him to climax (which only added to the cut factor). Even though it wasn’t long, Taemin panted and looked like he was exhausted. When Minho was about to get up to wipe his hand away of the semen but the kitten took it before he could do anything. Their eyes met as Taemin sensually licked it from his hand and Mino realized he was hard again. Damn it.
“Turn around.”
A shiver went through Taemin’s body as he obeyed; going on his hands and knees. He couldn’t stop his tail from rising high and proud, enticing Minho unintentionally.
The older got on his knees and covered his hard member in lube as well as two fingers.
“This may hurt at first.”
Minho warned him before grabbing his hip with one hand and inserting the fingers straight away. Taemin whimpered from the unfamiliar pressure that slowly spread his hole. With the sandy brown hair falling in front of his eyes, the little kitten tried to focus on breathing because that same large voice told him to relax. Already his legs felt like jello and he didn’t want to support himself but some how he held on.
More whimpers were the product of Minho curving his fingers and pushing them in more.
“M-master… I hurt again.”
Taemin pleaded the best he could in his limited vocabulary but thankfully, the elder knew what he was trying to say.
Taking out his fingers, Minho tried to whisper soft words to the young boy as he pushed the tip inside the pink rings. Biting his lower lip (canines breaking skin), he tried to hold in the muffled scream. It hurt more than the little kitten expected and the only thing he wanted to do was yell for Master to take it out but no words passed his lips. Minho could only groan as he pushed further in until he was completely engulfed. His head was spinning just from the tight grip the younger had on him.
“Kitten please. Please relax.”
Both of them were panting but only Taemin’s seemed to have more volume to them.
“I-it, it-”
“Shhh I know but please relax.”
Minho felt like he was raping him because he could hear the tears the other was sniffling off but he could simply say no at any time and Minho would stop. He wouldn’t like to but he would.
Trying to think of ways to help his kitten, Minho leaned forward slightly to grab the smaller’s erection softly and ran his thumb against the tip. Taemin gasped and, what he assumed, involuntarily pushed on the intruding shaft. This time the younger couldn’t stop from crying out when his prostate was pushed, much to Minho’s pleasure. There was still a lot of amount of pain smoldering inside the kitten but pleasure was finally added into the mix. Granted it wasn’t much but at least it didn’t just only hurt.
Even though it was against Minho’s moral thinking (everything h did was currently against it), he pulled out with the slight shift of the walls that didn’t seem to cling to his erection any longer.
Slowly the usual sacred dance and the annual rhythm fell into place among the two boys; Minho gradually thrusting faster to his hearts content while Taemin cried out with each force to his prostate, tears still rolling down from his eyes.
As expected, Taemin came rather quickly with the help of Minho stroking to his hot shaft. The elder broke through the tight walls with the cry of his kitten’s ecstasy in his ears and came with a few more rocks to his bed.
Minho would have lingered inside for a few minutes longer if his worry for his birthday present (a very odd thing to think) increased. Carefully h got out and went to the bathroom, ignoring his fuzzy head and tired body. Returning, he wiped away as much sperm on Taemin and his bed as was possible. Surprisingly enough, Taemin was curled up in a ball, purring in his sleep.