Ionic Dance [one-shot]
Title: Ionic Dance
Rating: NC-17
Pairing[s]: 2min
Warning[s]: song-theme-something (??), Taemin has a tongue piercing, scene cuts and sudden changes,
Word Count: 1,283
Disclaimer: I don't own them, just the story. I do not own the song in which the lyrics are used in the fic either.
Summary: Minho wants to unwind in someone, in a place not with the common whore.
A/N: This has lyrics in it, which is why it's short, because it is song themed and it would really help if you listened to the song while reading this [: Personally, I don't think it's my best work :/ But thank you for reading and be sure leave a comment <3 <3
here is the song --> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpjpRm606h8
They won’t help him; they don’t help a damn thing to curve the raw need he has growing in his veins and representing to the masses in his pants. The carnal power he has once the work day stops, the wanting for some physical action is addictive and powerful that the normal street hooker just won’t do. No, they would suck any cock for the cheap price and their holes aren’t the cleanest places either. He headed toward the desire of his heart, pants stiff and ready for something he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. Funny how he wasn’t allowed to touch.
But I got a girl that can put on a show
The dollar decides how far you can go
The room was large and crowded but once the music shifted, the lights dimmed, people stopped talking and the focus was brought to the stage. He didn’t admit that he was captivated by the girl swinging her hips, pressing her breasts against the shiny metal of the pole before she spread her legs and allowed her body to be languid. His lips were dry, eyes mesmerized, unblinking. But she left, she left before he realized he didn’t want her, and he picked up the drink from his booth, downing it as his lips pushed the ice back; he didn’t want it.
“It’s 12am men, you know what that means,” the announcer spoke but he wasn’t on the stage because the lights were off; only when a dancer was present was the attention brought there. Some of the men around him stood up and left, throwing money on their tables or the stage. But he didn’t know what the time had meant, and the building didn’t shut its doors for another 4 hours. So he stayed in his seat as the lights focused on the center of everything: place, world, him.
She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
His breath left him, seeing the dainty body on the stage move her hips and press that small skirt against the pole, against the beginning of all of his desires, was intense and his reaction was immediate. He leaned forward against his table and gripped his glass tighter, eyes trained. His lips were dry again. The music bumped his ears, deafening him. But their eyes locked and his heart stopped.
She wore eyeliner, blond hair swinging across her face as she twirled around and came back down to the ground on her pretty heels. The heels didn’t stop moving, though as she splayed her legs flat on the stage, doing the splits. His mouth was dry. His breath quickened faster and money ended up on the table. Their eyes locked once more.
Your body’s lightin’ up the room
I want a naughty girl like you
His tongue wets his lips, watching her hands grab the pole and slide up and down; fuck he wished that was his hard dick now in his pants. He wanted to take it out, to show her what she really wanted, but that was against the rules and he merely rubbed the front underneath the table. He didn’t notice where the other men had left but he wasn’t interested in them. He was interested in her on the stage, throwing her blond hair around as skirt lifted to show her nice tight ass. His hands clenched the glass, ice already melted with the alcohol. It was watered down now, but fire was in still hot in his veins.
She don’t play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
Her heels clinked against the hard wood of my table as she moved from her performance on the stage to a private one for me. But everyone could watch her. They wouldn’t, there was another already up on the stage. It was like he bought her just for him after she had to try and sell herself in the lights, but it wasn’t like she had to work hard. He kept his hands in his lap, he knew he couldn’t have fun with her, but with her swinging around the thin pole in the middle of the table, and after she had gotten off, he smirked at her.
“They allow women to work here with size A tits?”
“Why not? They allow men like you.”
Her remark was sassy and he bit his lip, smiling. She leaned forward over the table and his breath stopped once more, afraid what he might do, what she would do. Slowly her tongue came out to trace around her lips but that was when he noticed the tongue piercing and his penis throbbed hard.
“Want me to take it off?”
She was seducing him, throwing herself at him like she didn’t care about her body but he knew that wasn’t true. The moment his hands touched her, she would back hand him, kick him, yell and shout until he was thrown out. He nodded and the frilly, half inch skirt fell to her knees and there was a soft bulge hidden inside her underwear.
“I’m a man, honey. And this is my real hair.”
Let’s throw a party just for two
You know those normal girls won’t do
“Ungh! Ungh Minho!” He reached behind, using his slender hand to grab at the man’s wrists and hold him as still as he could as his dick was shoved into his ass. Minho was allowed to touch now, allowed to lick and fuck because everything had a price. He yanked his hand away and forced his small fingers and palms against the brick wall of the alley, hearing him moan his name as his erections slipped inside of his hot ass.
It didn’t matter if he was faking, if he didn’t really like having sex outside in an ally because he didn’t even know his name and this was an informal occasion. His blond hair tickled Minho’s chin when he brought her head back, exposing her neck for his teeth. He looked down his body and noticed the flopping dick, seeing it hard and leaking and knew he wasn’t faking. The music blasted just inside the club but the bricks contained the noise, all he could hear was his name being moaned out, pushed out, through swollen lips and a hungry body.
He pumped him, pumped another man’s cock in his own hand as he thrust his own inside and out, repeating the motion faster and faster as his ass loosened enough for easy access. He reminded her of the girls that normally spread their legs in the dark for men that pain, but he was different, he was a he. Minho had never been with a guy before.
She a stone cold stunner
Hotter than the summer
When she step up in the club
Every man and woman want her
“Take me home with you.”
“No.”
Wasn’t it the other way around, for Minho to ask to see her home? But it was guy, and things were reverse. His tongue pushed past his lips and against Minho’s cock as he squatted on the floor with nothing on except for those heels. The ball of the tongue piercing pressed into his slip and Minho groaned, scratching the wall with his blunt nails.
“Take me home.”
“Fine.”
Minho moaned louder as he flicked his tongue further against the slit and the metal slid across his skin before pressing into his slit once more.
“Say my name.”
“Taeyeon….”
“Dick head, it’s Taemin.”
“You’re -ahhh… The one with my dick.
“Yeah, want me to bite it off?”
Minho chuckled, bowing his head.
“No.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing[s]: 2min
Warning[s]: song-theme-something (??), Taemin has a tongue piercing, scene cuts and sudden changes,
Word Count: 1,283
Disclaimer: I don't own them, just the story. I do not own the song in which the lyrics are used in the fic either.
Summary: Minho wants to unwind in someone, in a place not with the common whore.
A/N: This has lyrics in it, which is why it's short, because it is song themed and it would really help if you listened to the song while reading this [: Personally, I don't think it's my best work :/ But thank you for reading and be sure leave a comment <3 <3
here is the song --> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EpjpRm606h8
They won’t help him; they don’t help a damn thing to curve the raw need he has growing in his veins and representing to the masses in his pants. The carnal power he has once the work day stops, the wanting for some physical action is addictive and powerful that the normal street hooker just won’t do. No, they would suck any cock for the cheap price and their holes aren’t the cleanest places either. He headed toward the desire of his heart, pants stiff and ready for something he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. Funny how he wasn’t allowed to touch.
But I got a girl that can put on a show
The dollar decides how far you can go
The room was large and crowded but once the music shifted, the lights dimmed, people stopped talking and the focus was brought to the stage. He didn’t admit that he was captivated by the girl swinging her hips, pressing her breasts against the shiny metal of the pole before she spread her legs and allowed her body to be languid. His lips were dry, eyes mesmerized, unblinking. But she left, she left before he realized he didn’t want her, and he picked up the drink from his booth, downing it as his lips pushed the ice back; he didn’t want it.
“It’s 12am men, you know what that means,” the announcer spoke but he wasn’t on the stage because the lights were off; only when a dancer was present was the attention brought there. Some of the men around him stood up and left, throwing money on their tables or the stage. But he didn’t know what the time had meant, and the building didn’t shut its doors for another 4 hours. So he stayed in his seat as the lights focused on the center of everything: place, world, him.
She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
His breath left him, seeing the dainty body on the stage move her hips and press that small skirt against the pole, against the beginning of all of his desires, was intense and his reaction was immediate. He leaned forward against his table and gripped his glass tighter, eyes trained. His lips were dry again. The music bumped his ears, deafening him. But their eyes locked and his heart stopped.
She wore eyeliner, blond hair swinging across her face as she twirled around and came back down to the ground on her pretty heels. The heels didn’t stop moving, though as she splayed her legs flat on the stage, doing the splits. His mouth was dry. His breath quickened faster and money ended up on the table. Their eyes locked once more.
Your body’s lightin’ up the room
I want a naughty girl like you
His tongue wets his lips, watching her hands grab the pole and slide up and down; fuck he wished that was his hard dick now in his pants. He wanted to take it out, to show her what she really wanted, but that was against the rules and he merely rubbed the front underneath the table. He didn’t notice where the other men had left but he wasn’t interested in them. He was interested in her on the stage, throwing her blond hair around as skirt lifted to show her nice tight ass. His hands clenched the glass, ice already melted with the alcohol. It was watered down now, but fire was in still hot in his veins.
She don’t play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
Her heels clinked against the hard wood of my table as she moved from her performance on the stage to a private one for me. But everyone could watch her. They wouldn’t, there was another already up on the stage. It was like he bought her just for him after she had to try and sell herself in the lights, but it wasn’t like she had to work hard. He kept his hands in his lap, he knew he couldn’t have fun with her, but with her swinging around the thin pole in the middle of the table, and after she had gotten off, he smirked at her.
“They allow women to work here with size A tits?”
“Why not? They allow men like you.”
Her remark was sassy and he bit his lip, smiling. She leaned forward over the table and his breath stopped once more, afraid what he might do, what she would do. Slowly her tongue came out to trace around her lips but that was when he noticed the tongue piercing and his penis throbbed hard.
“Want me to take it off?”
She was seducing him, throwing herself at him like she didn’t care about her body but he knew that wasn’t true. The moment his hands touched her, she would back hand him, kick him, yell and shout until he was thrown out. He nodded and the frilly, half inch skirt fell to her knees and there was a soft bulge hidden inside her underwear.
“I’m a man, honey. And this is my real hair.”
Let’s throw a party just for two
You know those normal girls won’t do
“Ungh! Ungh Minho!” He reached behind, using his slender hand to grab at the man’s wrists and hold him as still as he could as his dick was shoved into his ass. Minho was allowed to touch now, allowed to lick and fuck because everything had a price. He yanked his hand away and forced his small fingers and palms against the brick wall of the alley, hearing him moan his name as his erections slipped inside of his hot ass.
It didn’t matter if he was faking, if he didn’t really like having sex outside in an ally because he didn’t even know his name and this was an informal occasion. His blond hair tickled Minho’s chin when he brought her head back, exposing her neck for his teeth. He looked down his body and noticed the flopping dick, seeing it hard and leaking and knew he wasn’t faking. The music blasted just inside the club but the bricks contained the noise, all he could hear was his name being moaned out, pushed out, through swollen lips and a hungry body.
He pumped him, pumped another man’s cock in his own hand as he thrust his own inside and out, repeating the motion faster and faster as his ass loosened enough for easy access. He reminded her of the girls that normally spread their legs in the dark for men that pain, but he was different, he was a he. Minho had never been with a guy before.
She a stone cold stunner
Hotter than the summer
When she step up in the club
Every man and woman want her
“Take me home with you.”
“No.”
Wasn’t it the other way around, for Minho to ask to see her home? But it was guy, and things were reverse. His tongue pushed past his lips and against Minho’s cock as he squatted on the floor with nothing on except for those heels. The ball of the tongue piercing pressed into his slip and Minho groaned, scratching the wall with his blunt nails.
“Take me home.”
“Fine.”
Minho moaned louder as he flicked his tongue further against the slit and the metal slid across his skin before pressing into his slit once more.
“Say my name.”
“Taeyeon….”
“Dick head, it’s Taemin.”
“You’re -ahhh… The one with my dick.
“Yeah, want me to bite it off?”
Minho chuckled, bowing his head.
“No.”