Unbeweavable
Pairing: Taekey
Genre: pwp, idk
Rating: NC-17 *le gasp*
Length: 1,507
A/N: This fic was written for Linnhe's birthday. I wrote and posted smut for you. It's not original but it came from my brain. Also, I swear this isn't crack despite the title but all other titles were boring and bah.
Ok, so you won't see the word "weavebelieving" in this fic but it comes from Linnhe's tumblr and I love it in all it's cracky glory.
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When he arrived at the hairdresser's and the noona began putting in a weave, Taemin was displeased, to say the least. He tried his best aegyo, persuasion, and even begging to stop her but she was unmoved. She was paid to listen to his company not the idols. Taemin spent the entire time pouting because his Lucifer Locks were returning and he knew he would once again need to remind people, unsuccessfully, that he is a man. To make matters worse, this weave was even longer making it decidedly more feminine. He got up from the chair blowing at his bangs before sending the sadistic hairdresser his best undead scowl.
The hairdresser seemed nonplussed and gave him a warm smile telling him his bandmates were waiting downstairs. Taemin trudged down the stairs dreading the next few weeks of idiotic interviewers telling him how pretty he is and how, if he were a woman, he would be their type. Those comments always made Taemin want to smack people in the face with his dick. Of course, he loved being complimented but wasn't the word "handsome" in these interviewers' vocabulary?
After one such interview, SHINee came back to the dorm for the night. Taemin was in a mood after having the weave for only a week and that interview did nothing to help it. The other members decided to not give Taemin a hard time knowing very well they could have a weave for the next concept. Shuddering, Minho thought Could you imagine Jonghyun with a weave?
Well, Minho, Jonghyun, and Onew were leaving him and his weave alone. The same thing could not be said about Key. While the other members were getting ready for the night, Key, eyes alight with mirth, stepped into Taemin's room and asked if he could braid Taemin's hair. That was it. Taemin snapped. In a flash, Taemin crossed the room slamming Key's back against the wall next to the door he had just entered. Pinning Key there with his right forearm across the older man's chest Taemin used his other hand to close the door. He hissed out, "Stop it."
Key smirked.
Taemin's hand fisted Key's shirt pulling him forward off the wall before slamming him even harder against the wall for a second time. Key's eyes widened a fraction and a tense moment passed between the two. Finally, Key leaned forward and asked, "What are you going to do if I don't want to stop," and waited a beat before adding, "Taeyeon?"
Leaning in until his mouth was right next to Key's ear, hot breath licking the shell, Taemin whispered, "I'll make you beg for my dick."
When he pulled back, Taemin could see his bandmate staring, mouth agape before Key remembered himself replying, "Good luck with that." However, the bite of Key seemed half-hearted.
Taemin released Key's chest to place his hand on the wall beside Key and grabbed his hip with the other hand. Without breaking eye contact, Taemin began experimenting with his hips. He was grinding and rolling against Key as he watched what he was doing to the other man. Key furrowed his brow and bit his bottom lip because the friction felt good on his hardening cock.
Certain that he was driving Key mad, Taemin fought the instincts of his half hard cock and pulled completely away, grinning. Something more important was afoot; Lee Taemin was making a point. Key narrowed his eyes in annoyance and made a motion to grab Taemin's hips but the younger boy evaded his grasp.
Key growled at him and he kept smiling, "I told you that you would beg."
Stubbornly setting his jaw, Key thought he would take matters into his own hands and moved towards Taemin. But the younger boy was quicker and tripped him causing him to fall onto a bed. Before Key could say anything, Taemin stripped off his own boxers. Key quickly followed suit kicking off his sweatpants and boxers and tossing his shirt to the side, sighing when cool air swirled its way over his erection. Taemin reached into his nightstand pulling out a small bottle and tossed it to Key. As Key got to his knees, he popped open the top and used some to coat Taemin before the younger boy swatted his hand away. Then Key started prepping himself, Taemin stood beside the bed lazily stroking himself as he watched. Key was absorbed in his work dropping his head forward as he finger-fucked his ass.
When Key finally looked up at Taemin, he saw the boy with long, flowing hair and let out a short moan. He pulled his fingers out of his ass and dropped to all fours. He crawled over to the edge of the bed and turned so that he was presenting his ass to Taemin. He pushed back as far as he could and could just feel the presence of Taemin’s tip on his crack. So, so close to his entrance but still too far. The lack of fucking was maddening and Key growled in frustration.
Taemin watched the entire scene unfold but he remained unmoved. Taemin answered Key’s growls with a question, “What do you want?”
“Key looked back over his shoulder with a look that could kill, “You know what I want.”
Taemin began using the tip of his dick to draw patterns of precome on Key’s ass cheek. “That, Kibum, isn’t really an answer.”
Key looked forward and mumbled, “I want you to fuck me.”
Taemin was now using the tip of his dick to rub Key’s balls, relishing every one of the trembles it sent up the other’s spine. “With what? And remember to beg.”
“I want your cock.” After a moment, when he didn’t feel Taemin move, Key threw his head back in defeat. “Shit, Taemin, I want you to fuck me with your cock. Please fuck me so hard I forget my name. Please. Please fuck me into the mattress so hard I-“
Taemin had positioned himself and slammed into Key drawing out a low groan from the older male. His eyes rolled back into his head at the tight heat surrounding him and he didn’t wait for Key to get adjusted to him before grabbing the rapper’s hips and setting a steady rhythm. Soon, Key was finding the rhythm and doing his best with Taemin’s rough grip on his hips to rock back on his knees and meet each thrust. Taemin reached forward to tangle his fingers in the blonde’s locks effectively changing the angle until he heard Key throatily moaning with every other thrust.
Key’s voice was so deep and knowing he was the cause of such low moans had Taemin cumming inside Key. Taemin didn’t care that it might have been much too soon, that maybe he should have tried to draw it out. Through the haze of his pleasure, Taemin could barely hear Key's breathy admonition, "Touch me, you asshole."
Taemin reached around to grab Key and start stroking him in a disordered manner as he himself came down from his high. His hand kept working as he pulled out of Key and finally had the older male shooting ribbons of cum onto, whoops, Minho’s bed.
Avoiding the mess, Key got off the bed to find something with which to clean himself and wipe away the cum that was leaking from his ass. As he did so, he cockily looked over at Taemin, who was pulling his boxers back on and said, “You do realize that you’ve done nothing to discourage me from teasing you, right?”
Taemin simply smiled and pulled the elder into a kiss, their first for that night. As he distracted him with his tongue, Taemin reached down and brought Key’s cock back to life. He was moaning into Taemin’s mouth and almost broke the younger, beweaved boy’s resolve. However, when Taemin could feel Key’s erection hot and heavy in his hand, he pushed the confused male back onto the bed into his own mess and walked out of the room ignoring the insults and curses Key was hissing after him.
When Taemin walked into the kitchen, the room furthest from his bedroom, he saw the other three members jump to attention busying themselves. Their faces looked as if they had spent the last half hour trying not to hear Key’s moans. He gave them his brightest, eye-squinting grin as he turned to his painfully straight roommate and said, “Minho, there’s a mess in your bed. I suggest you sleep in mine and I’ll be sleeping in Key’s bed for the night.”
The taller male groaned, “Why my bed? Your bed is in there, too. Why mine?”
Unfortunately, Minho didn’t get his answer as Taemin walked out of the room tossing his hair over his shoulder. The only comfort he got was Jonghyun laughing and clapping his hands while Onew fought to stifle his own laughter. Onew finally lost that battle when Minho looked at them with a defeated pout saying, “I hate all of you.”
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A/N: Thank you for reading. ♥
Genre: pwp, idk
Rating: NC-17 *le gasp*
Length: 1,507
A/N: This fic was written for Linnhe's birthday. I wrote and posted smut for you. It's not original but it came from my brain. Also, I swear this isn't crack despite the title but all other titles were boring and bah.
Ok, so you won't see the word "weavebelieving" in this fic but it comes from Linnhe's tumblr and I love it in all it's cracky glory.
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When he arrived at the hairdresser's and the noona began putting in a weave, Taemin was displeased, to say the least. He tried his best aegyo, persuasion, and even begging to stop her but she was unmoved. She was paid to listen to his company not the idols. Taemin spent the entire time pouting because his Lucifer Locks were returning and he knew he would once again need to remind people, unsuccessfully, that he is a man. To make matters worse, this weave was even longer making it decidedly more feminine. He got up from the chair blowing at his bangs before sending the sadistic hairdresser his best undead scowl.
The hairdresser seemed nonplussed and gave him a warm smile telling him his bandmates were waiting downstairs. Taemin trudged down the stairs dreading the next few weeks of idiotic interviewers telling him how pretty he is and how, if he were a woman, he would be their type. Those comments always made Taemin want to smack people in the face with his dick. Of course, he loved being complimented but wasn't the word "handsome" in these interviewers' vocabulary?
After one such interview, SHINee came back to the dorm for the night. Taemin was in a mood after having the weave for only a week and that interview did nothing to help it. The other members decided to not give Taemin a hard time knowing very well they could have a weave for the next concept. Shuddering, Minho thought Could you imagine Jonghyun with a weave?
Well, Minho, Jonghyun, and Onew were leaving him and his weave alone. The same thing could not be said about Key. While the other members were getting ready for the night, Key, eyes alight with mirth, stepped into Taemin's room and asked if he could braid Taemin's hair. That was it. Taemin snapped. In a flash, Taemin crossed the room slamming Key's back against the wall next to the door he had just entered. Pinning Key there with his right forearm across the older man's chest Taemin used his other hand to close the door. He hissed out, "Stop it."
Key smirked.
Taemin's hand fisted Key's shirt pulling him forward off the wall before slamming him even harder against the wall for a second time. Key's eyes widened a fraction and a tense moment passed between the two. Finally, Key leaned forward and asked, "What are you going to do if I don't want to stop," and waited a beat before adding, "Taeyeon?"
Leaning in until his mouth was right next to Key's ear, hot breath licking the shell, Taemin whispered, "I'll make you beg for my dick."
When he pulled back, Taemin could see his bandmate staring, mouth agape before Key remembered himself replying, "Good luck with that." However, the bite of Key seemed half-hearted.
Taemin released Key's chest to place his hand on the wall beside Key and grabbed his hip with the other hand. Without breaking eye contact, Taemin began experimenting with his hips. He was grinding and rolling against Key as he watched what he was doing to the other man. Key furrowed his brow and bit his bottom lip because the friction felt good on his hardening cock.
Certain that he was driving Key mad, Taemin fought the instincts of his half hard cock and pulled completely away, grinning. Something more important was afoot; Lee Taemin was making a point. Key narrowed his eyes in annoyance and made a motion to grab Taemin's hips but the younger boy evaded his grasp.
Key growled at him and he kept smiling, "I told you that you would beg."
Stubbornly setting his jaw, Key thought he would take matters into his own hands and moved towards Taemin. But the younger boy was quicker and tripped him causing him to fall onto a bed. Before Key could say anything, Taemin stripped off his own boxers. Key quickly followed suit kicking off his sweatpants and boxers and tossing his shirt to the side, sighing when cool air swirled its way over his erection. Taemin reached into his nightstand pulling out a small bottle and tossed it to Key. As Key got to his knees, he popped open the top and used some to coat Taemin before the younger boy swatted his hand away. Then Key started prepping himself, Taemin stood beside the bed lazily stroking himself as he watched. Key was absorbed in his work dropping his head forward as he finger-fucked his ass.
When Key finally looked up at Taemin, he saw the boy with long, flowing hair and let out a short moan. He pulled his fingers out of his ass and dropped to all fours. He crawled over to the edge of the bed and turned so that he was presenting his ass to Taemin. He pushed back as far as he could and could just feel the presence of Taemin’s tip on his crack. So, so close to his entrance but still too far. The lack of fucking was maddening and Key growled in frustration.
Taemin watched the entire scene unfold but he remained unmoved. Taemin answered Key’s growls with a question, “What do you want?”
“Key looked back over his shoulder with a look that could kill, “You know what I want.”
Taemin began using the tip of his dick to draw patterns of precome on Key’s ass cheek. “That, Kibum, isn’t really an answer.”
Key looked forward and mumbled, “I want you to fuck me.”
Taemin was now using the tip of his dick to rub Key’s balls, relishing every one of the trembles it sent up the other’s spine. “With what? And remember to beg.”
“I want your cock.” After a moment, when he didn’t feel Taemin move, Key threw his head back in defeat. “Shit, Taemin, I want you to fuck me with your cock. Please fuck me so hard I forget my name. Please. Please fuck me into the mattress so hard I-“
Taemin had positioned himself and slammed into Key drawing out a low groan from the older male. His eyes rolled back into his head at the tight heat surrounding him and he didn’t wait for Key to get adjusted to him before grabbing the rapper’s hips and setting a steady rhythm. Soon, Key was finding the rhythm and doing his best with Taemin’s rough grip on his hips to rock back on his knees and meet each thrust. Taemin reached forward to tangle his fingers in the blonde’s locks effectively changing the angle until he heard Key throatily moaning with every other thrust.
Key’s voice was so deep and knowing he was the cause of such low moans had Taemin cumming inside Key. Taemin didn’t care that it might have been much too soon, that maybe he should have tried to draw it out. Through the haze of his pleasure, Taemin could barely hear Key's breathy admonition, "Touch me, you asshole."
Taemin reached around to grab Key and start stroking him in a disordered manner as he himself came down from his high. His hand kept working as he pulled out of Key and finally had the older male shooting ribbons of cum onto, whoops, Minho’s bed.
Avoiding the mess, Key got off the bed to find something with which to clean himself and wipe away the cum that was leaking from his ass. As he did so, he cockily looked over at Taemin, who was pulling his boxers back on and said, “You do realize that you’ve done nothing to discourage me from teasing you, right?”
Taemin simply smiled and pulled the elder into a kiss, their first for that night. As he distracted him with his tongue, Taemin reached down and brought Key’s cock back to life. He was moaning into Taemin’s mouth and almost broke the younger, beweaved boy’s resolve. However, when Taemin could feel Key’s erection hot and heavy in his hand, he pushed the confused male back onto the bed into his own mess and walked out of the room ignoring the insults and curses Key was hissing after him.
When Taemin walked into the kitchen, the room furthest from his bedroom, he saw the other three members jump to attention busying themselves. Their faces looked as if they had spent the last half hour trying not to hear Key’s moans. He gave them his brightest, eye-squinting grin as he turned to his painfully straight roommate and said, “Minho, there’s a mess in your bed. I suggest you sleep in mine and I’ll be sleeping in Key’s bed for the night.”
The taller male groaned, “Why my bed? Your bed is in there, too. Why mine?”
Unfortunately, Minho didn’t get his answer as Taemin walked out of the room tossing his hair over his shoulder. The only comfort he got was Jonghyun laughing and clapping his hands while Onew fought to stifle his own laughter. Onew finally lost that battle when Minho looked at them with a defeated pout saying, “I hate all of you.”
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A/N: Thank you for reading. ♥