know your place (1/1)
title: know your place (1/1)
pairing: 2min
rating: nc-17
word count: 2,300+
summary: minho likes when people know their place around him. but it seems like taemin just slipped out of his.
dedicated to mhn77 with a mini dedication to hazellicious
many thanks to my wonderful best friend and beta, bling_asaur bc i wouldn't be writing without her <3
There were only so many sultry gazes and foot fights underneath the table that Minho could take before his patience ran clear out. Taemin was never one to be so…assertive with his needs, he was always the type to simply hope that Minho would telepathically realise his desires, but tonight? Oh, tonight was different, different by a long yard.
“You know what I was studying in school today?” Taemin glanced to Key briefly before returning his gaze to Minho, slowly closing his mouth around the spoonful of vanilla ice cream, flipping the spoon upside down and, keeping his dark eyes on Minho, as he teasingly licked the remnants off the spoon. “Sex ed.”
Minho nearly choked on his spoon.
“They’re still teaching that, huh?” Key said neutrally, eyebrows rising in acceptance.
“Yep. I was learning about blowjobs and everything.” Taemin addressed Key but still kept his gaze on Minho, head tilting as he sucked ice cream into his mouth through pouted lips, some of the faintly beige ice cream lingering on his lips and it looked so obscene, so debauched albeit it was ice cream, the most innocent dessert in the world, but it still managed to elicit a twitch from Minho’s dick.
Jonghyun snorted. “Oh? What, did they even demonstrate for you?”
Onew guffawed loudly. “I didn’t even know they taught that.”
Key gave a swift swipe to Onew’s arm, “That’s because you’re an old man.”
But Minho remained unfazed. Well, unfazed except for the small beg of his cock hardening in his jeans with each spoonful that met Taemin’s plump lips. Minho drowned out the noises from his immature band mates and focused on each suck, his eyes following a trickle of melted ice cream rivulet from the corner of Taemin’s lips, imagining things that he really shouldn’t be thinking of at dinner, feeling an instant flow of blood straight to his groin. Taemin swiped the liquid with his index finger and proceeded to suck that finger into his mouth, his entire finger, so deep it was probably pressing against his gag reflex.
Then Taemin winked, as he slowly dragged his finger out of the tight ring he had formed with his lips.
Minho dropped his spoon flat on the table, a loud clink to which the members tore away from the conversation to glance at him. Minho smiled weakly and plucked it back up with shaky hands, his free hand covering his erection, trying to reposition it so it wasn’t bursting through the seams.
His jeans really hadn’t been designed to accommodate his growing problem.
“Minho? Hello?” Jonghyun nudged him in the ribs with his elbow and Minho shook his head lightly out of his trance, wiping at his mouth because he was no doubt drooling over the thought of Taemin’s lips wrapped around his cock.
“What?” He barked unintentionally.
“We’re going to the arcade before manager hyung gets home, you coming?” Key stood up from the table with his plate in hand, awkwardly lingering over Minho until he gave a reply.
“Are you going?” He addressed Taemin, who blinked and shook his head, the innocent haze in his eyes almost too much for Minho to process. “I’ll stay with him then.” Minho replied, as he watched Taemin attempt to hide an evident grin.
“Cool, well, we’ll be back soon. If manager hyung gets back before us say we went to buy Taemin indigestion medicine or something.” Key said as he cleaned up the rest of the table, Onew offering some assistance.
Minho’s fingers tapped impatiently against the wood of the table as he offered a small, acknowledging nod of his head in a farewell to the other members, each small tap resounding like a thud in his mind until the click of their front door overrode it and the second that he heard it, Minho jumped up from his seat and yanked Taemin up from his, pulling him flush against his chest, Taemin’s small palms pressing against the planes of Minho’s pectorals.
“You, dearest magnae, have been very naughty.” Minho growled as he tightened his arms around Taemin’s waist.
Taemin cocked a brow, a smile playing on his lips. “Have I?” He said, sounding completely satisfied with himself before Minho crashed his lips against Taemin’s, shutting that bratty mouth of his. It wasn’t like Taemin was going to complain, not with the small whimpers he made as Minho abused his lips, fisting his hand into Taemin’s hair and jerking his head back to allow him entry when Taemin didn’t give him it straight away.
“I should punish you.” Minho whispered against Taemin’s lips, tugging a tad too harshly on his scalp, triumphing in having Taemin powerless against him.
“But, you won’t.” Taemin’s lips curved into a devious smile.
Not so powerless after all. Minho’s eyes darkened as he lifted Taemin onto the table, the latter immediately wrapping his legs around Minho’s waist and pulling him in closer, the table adding just the right amount of height so that their cocks rubbed against each other. Minho liked power, control, people knowing their place around him and Taemin wasn’t in his at that moment.
Which pissed him off.
A lot.
Cutting off Taemin’s pleasurable session of nipping and sucking at his neck, Minho pushed him down onto the table and hooked his fingers into his sweatpants and boxers, tugging so hard on the fabric that Taemin didn’t even need to arch his hips off the surface like he normally would.
“Take off your top.” Minho ordered, the table rendering his long arms incapable of reaching unless he climbed aboard. Fortunately, the younger immediately listened to him, his back arching as he peeled off his t-shirt, flinging it on the floor with little care to where it landed and sat back up, stark naked whilst Minho stood completely clothed. Taemin’s skin burned his fingers as Minho trailed them up his protruding spine, leaving fresh red ink on the pale skin with his clipped fingernails, leaving his mark, smiling when Taemin shivered with a content purr.
“Are you going to behave for me?” Minho whispered, placing wet kisses down the sharp angle of Taemin’s jawline until he migrated to his lips, pecking them softly but it was nothing that Taemin particularly wanted. Minho understood how horny Taemin was - how desperate he was for Minho’s touch, kiss, suck or nibble - by the stabbing of his hard cock to Minho’s jeans with every shift that he made, but he wasn’t ready to give in yet. Minho grew impatient waiting for the younger to respond. Taemin should be begging to have Minho's cock in his mouth, yet he stubbornly sat there in silence as he watched Minho's nerves get the better of him.
“Well, are you?” He asked, his hand starting to form a fist.
“…Nope.”
Minho clenched his teeth, one brow cocking at Taemin’s tone, the way he sounded so certain of his answer. “Are you sure about that?” Minho scraped down Taemin’s back again, nails digging into each dip of his ribs, smiling victoriously when Taemin tried to squirm away, wincing slightly.
“Hyung, that hurts.”
“Then cut the attitude. I don’t really think you’re in the best position to defy me…”
“Oh?” Taemin sounded genuinely surprised, draping his arms over Minho’s shoulders with a smirk on his face. “And how did you come to that conclusion.”
“Because, dearest magnae,” Minho smiled as he pushed Taemin flat onto the table with a rough shove, “I,” He curled his fingers under Taemin’s knees and pulled his hips closer to himself, “can do,” Minho personally spread Taemin’s legs wider and closer to his chest, his eyes hazing over with lust when he took a once over of Taemin, cheeks flush with embarrassment, so compliant with whatever Minho wanted, “whatever,” he said as he teased the entrance of Taemin’s hole, fingers dry except for the small wellings of sweat that had accumulated in the creases during dinner, “I want.”
“Minho. Minho, don’t.” Taemin warned, eyes alarmed as Minho continued to tease him. The elder didn’t plan to enter him dry, but it didn’t hurt to play around.
“Are you going to behave then?” Minho put a small amount of pressure on Taemin’s entrance, dark eyes watching his every move, how his body seemed to tense up in anticipation of penetration and relax when it didn’t happen. Taemin nodded. “Good boy.”
“Are we going to do it right h -”
“No talking.” Minho interjected Taemin, bending over to fish out the bottle of lube from Taemin’s pants that he swore he felt with his foot earlier. Bingo.
Stripping had never been quicker for Minho and once he was naked, he hitched his knee onto the table and crawled over Taemin, bottle in hand until their heads were level. “It seems like you were anticipating this. Somebody hot and bothered?” Minho purred, nudging Taemin’s legs in a request for him to spread them, filling the space immediately when Taemin did as told. The elder sat back on his heels as he slicked up three fingers with the lube, looking at Taemin with expectant eyes, still awaiting his reply. “Hmm?”
“You said no t -”
“I said no talking, Taemin.” Minho compressed the urge to grin when Taemin rolled his eyes, annoyance pinching his features.
“Then why would y -”
“No. Talking.”
This time around, Minho couldn’t bite back his smile when Taemin grew frustrated, jaw sharpening as he clenched his teeth and wiggled in his position, successfully averting Minho’s direction back to his cock and the hole that was begging to be filled. Hiking Taemin’s legs up to his chest, Minho circled around Taemin’s entrance before plunging his finger inside, letting go the breath he was holding as his finger was surrounded by searing heat and a throbbing tightness that nearly went to his head. Taemin was always like this, always tight like he was the first time, but the difference was that he was now experienced, and a deep, throaty moan filled the air as Minho pumped his middle finger in and out with ease.
Taemin lifted his hips off the table in attempt to get Minho deeper inside him once the latter was two fingers in, desperately urging him to hit his prostate and abuse it until he couldn’t think straight, but there was no way Minho was going to let that happen. Not yet, anyway, and Minho swiftly added in a third finger, flexing them and stretching Taemin for his cock, revelling in the whimpers and full blown moans that escaped Taemin’s mouth, the sweet noises full of lust and need, all of it just for Minho.
It was probably pretty risky what they were doing, but damn Minho couldn’t hold it anymore, he couldn’t just stalk off to his room and jerk off like anybody else would do when they lacked assurance. Taemin mewled underneath Minho, tugging his arm to pull him down for a kiss and Minho lost himself as he pumped his fingers in and out.
“You're fucking beautiful, you know that?” Minho said as he lined his thick cock up with Taemin, slick with plenty of lube, just like Taemin liked it. He slowly pushed past the first ring of tight muscle, closing his eyes in concentration, letting out shuddered breaths as he pushed inside, shifting Taemin’s legs wider as he shallowly thrust in until he was fully seated. He paused, not for Taemin, but for himself, trying to persuade his body temperature to lower before he self-imploded. Taemin was so perfect, a toy in which he could play with if he pleased, a person who he could explore with, experiment with. Taemin was his best friend, and he was perfect.
He started off slowly, his weak thrusts sending Taemin into a point of despair as he pulled Minho’s chest towards him, desperately searching for more contact. Minho wasn’t the most lenient person, his body wasn’t agile like Taemin’s, nor lithe and sometimes Minho was just plain lanky, but he knew how to pleasure Taemin, what spots to hit, what made his back arch and his toes curl, and he would always abuse them to full extent.
Soon enough, Taemin was moaning into Minho’s ear, leg draped over his back as Minho pounded into him, in and out until he was panting, sweat beading on his forehead, sliding down his jawline and finishing its destination by landing on Taemin’s cheek, merging with it, nothing in between them expect for layers of skin and sweat.
“You’re perfect.” Minho groaned out as he felt his end nearby, the familiar tug at the pit of his stomach, orbing into a knot that was begging for release. Minho pushed back onto his knees, taking Taemin’s erection into his hand as he flexed his hips, hazy eyes watching the way his cock slid in and out of Taemin’s body so easily. There was no resistance, no friction, just smooth sliding.
Although some of the lube had dried on Minho’s hand, it still provided some slide over Taemin’s cock, polishing the head and then aimlessly tugging until he brought Taemin to completion. It came with a curl of his back, the muscles clenching around Minho’s cock as his body tightened, practically sucking the cum right out of Minho’s cock. Minho’s eyes closed, colourful nothing flashing as he slowly thrust into Taemin, milking himself, the feeling of his cum splashing against his cock only making his orgasm greater - the fact that it’s all inside Taemin, so full with his seed that some of it was seeping out and onto Minho’s pelvis.
Pulling out with his grip on the base of his cock, Minho hopped off the table. His head was slightly spinning, but he managed to pull Taemin up and off the table, his legs visibly shaking with his landing.
He grabbed Taemin's dainty hips, pulling him in closer, feeling victorious having wiped that smug look off of the magnae's face.
He knew better now.
“Am I allowed to ta -”
“No talking.” Minho grinned, placing a firm finger over Taemin's lips.
That was until Taemin managed to bite his finger hardly, right at the middle knuckle where it fucking hurt most, and Minho only grinned harder. He was going to have to teach him another lesson.
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note: taemin's place is on the table.
in the kitchen.
because he's a woman.
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pairing: 2min
rating: nc-17
word count: 2,300+
summary: minho likes when people know their place around him. but it seems like taemin just slipped out of his.
dedicated to mhn77 with a mini dedication to hazellicious
many thanks to my wonderful best friend and beta, bling_asaur bc i wouldn't be writing without her <3
There were only so many sultry gazes and foot fights underneath the table that Minho could take before his patience ran clear out. Taemin was never one to be so…assertive with his needs, he was always the type to simply hope that Minho would telepathically realise his desires, but tonight? Oh, tonight was different, different by a long yard.
“You know what I was studying in school today?” Taemin glanced to Key briefly before returning his gaze to Minho, slowly closing his mouth around the spoonful of vanilla ice cream, flipping the spoon upside down and, keeping his dark eyes on Minho, as he teasingly licked the remnants off the spoon. “Sex ed.”
Minho nearly choked on his spoon.
“They’re still teaching that, huh?” Key said neutrally, eyebrows rising in acceptance.
“Yep. I was learning about blowjobs and everything.” Taemin addressed Key but still kept his gaze on Minho, head tilting as he sucked ice cream into his mouth through pouted lips, some of the faintly beige ice cream lingering on his lips and it looked so obscene, so debauched albeit it was ice cream, the most innocent dessert in the world, but it still managed to elicit a twitch from Minho’s dick.
Jonghyun snorted. “Oh? What, did they even demonstrate for you?”
Onew guffawed loudly. “I didn’t even know they taught that.”
Key gave a swift swipe to Onew’s arm, “That’s because you’re an old man.”
But Minho remained unfazed. Well, unfazed except for the small beg of his cock hardening in his jeans with each spoonful that met Taemin’s plump lips. Minho drowned out the noises from his immature band mates and focused on each suck, his eyes following a trickle of melted ice cream rivulet from the corner of Taemin’s lips, imagining things that he really shouldn’t be thinking of at dinner, feeling an instant flow of blood straight to his groin. Taemin swiped the liquid with his index finger and proceeded to suck that finger into his mouth, his entire finger, so deep it was probably pressing against his gag reflex.
Then Taemin winked, as he slowly dragged his finger out of the tight ring he had formed with his lips.
Minho dropped his spoon flat on the table, a loud clink to which the members tore away from the conversation to glance at him. Minho smiled weakly and plucked it back up with shaky hands, his free hand covering his erection, trying to reposition it so it wasn’t bursting through the seams.
His jeans really hadn’t been designed to accommodate his growing problem.
“Minho? Hello?” Jonghyun nudged him in the ribs with his elbow and Minho shook his head lightly out of his trance, wiping at his mouth because he was no doubt drooling over the thought of Taemin’s lips wrapped around his cock.
“What?” He barked unintentionally.
“We’re going to the arcade before manager hyung gets home, you coming?” Key stood up from the table with his plate in hand, awkwardly lingering over Minho until he gave a reply.
“Are you going?” He addressed Taemin, who blinked and shook his head, the innocent haze in his eyes almost too much for Minho to process. “I’ll stay with him then.” Minho replied, as he watched Taemin attempt to hide an evident grin.
“Cool, well, we’ll be back soon. If manager hyung gets back before us say we went to buy Taemin indigestion medicine or something.” Key said as he cleaned up the rest of the table, Onew offering some assistance.
Minho’s fingers tapped impatiently against the wood of the table as he offered a small, acknowledging nod of his head in a farewell to the other members, each small tap resounding like a thud in his mind until the click of their front door overrode it and the second that he heard it, Minho jumped up from his seat and yanked Taemin up from his, pulling him flush against his chest, Taemin’s small palms pressing against the planes of Minho’s pectorals.
“You, dearest magnae, have been very naughty.” Minho growled as he tightened his arms around Taemin’s waist.
Taemin cocked a brow, a smile playing on his lips. “Have I?” He said, sounding completely satisfied with himself before Minho crashed his lips against Taemin’s, shutting that bratty mouth of his. It wasn’t like Taemin was going to complain, not with the small whimpers he made as Minho abused his lips, fisting his hand into Taemin’s hair and jerking his head back to allow him entry when Taemin didn’t give him it straight away.
“I should punish you.” Minho whispered against Taemin’s lips, tugging a tad too harshly on his scalp, triumphing in having Taemin powerless against him.
“But, you won’t.” Taemin’s lips curved into a devious smile.
Not so powerless after all. Minho’s eyes darkened as he lifted Taemin onto the table, the latter immediately wrapping his legs around Minho’s waist and pulling him in closer, the table adding just the right amount of height so that their cocks rubbed against each other. Minho liked power, control, people knowing their place around him and Taemin wasn’t in his at that moment.
Which pissed him off.
A lot.
Cutting off Taemin’s pleasurable session of nipping and sucking at his neck, Minho pushed him down onto the table and hooked his fingers into his sweatpants and boxers, tugging so hard on the fabric that Taemin didn’t even need to arch his hips off the surface like he normally would.
“Take off your top.” Minho ordered, the table rendering his long arms incapable of reaching unless he climbed aboard. Fortunately, the younger immediately listened to him, his back arching as he peeled off his t-shirt, flinging it on the floor with little care to where it landed and sat back up, stark naked whilst Minho stood completely clothed. Taemin’s skin burned his fingers as Minho trailed them up his protruding spine, leaving fresh red ink on the pale skin with his clipped fingernails, leaving his mark, smiling when Taemin shivered with a content purr.
“Are you going to behave for me?” Minho whispered, placing wet kisses down the sharp angle of Taemin’s jawline until he migrated to his lips, pecking them softly but it was nothing that Taemin particularly wanted. Minho understood how horny Taemin was - how desperate he was for Minho’s touch, kiss, suck or nibble - by the stabbing of his hard cock to Minho’s jeans with every shift that he made, but he wasn’t ready to give in yet. Minho grew impatient waiting for the younger to respond. Taemin should be begging to have Minho's cock in his mouth, yet he stubbornly sat there in silence as he watched Minho's nerves get the better of him.
“Well, are you?” He asked, his hand starting to form a fist.
“…Nope.”
Minho clenched his teeth, one brow cocking at Taemin’s tone, the way he sounded so certain of his answer. “Are you sure about that?” Minho scraped down Taemin’s back again, nails digging into each dip of his ribs, smiling victoriously when Taemin tried to squirm away, wincing slightly.
“Hyung, that hurts.”
“Then cut the attitude. I don’t really think you’re in the best position to defy me…”
“Oh?” Taemin sounded genuinely surprised, draping his arms over Minho’s shoulders with a smirk on his face. “And how did you come to that conclusion.”
“Because, dearest magnae,” Minho smiled as he pushed Taemin flat onto the table with a rough shove, “I,” He curled his fingers under Taemin’s knees and pulled his hips closer to himself, “can do,” Minho personally spread Taemin’s legs wider and closer to his chest, his eyes hazing over with lust when he took a once over of Taemin, cheeks flush with embarrassment, so compliant with whatever Minho wanted, “whatever,” he said as he teased the entrance of Taemin’s hole, fingers dry except for the small wellings of sweat that had accumulated in the creases during dinner, “I want.”
“Minho. Minho, don’t.” Taemin warned, eyes alarmed as Minho continued to tease him. The elder didn’t plan to enter him dry, but it didn’t hurt to play around.
“Are you going to behave then?” Minho put a small amount of pressure on Taemin’s entrance, dark eyes watching his every move, how his body seemed to tense up in anticipation of penetration and relax when it didn’t happen. Taemin nodded. “Good boy.”
“Are we going to do it right h -”
“No talking.” Minho interjected Taemin, bending over to fish out the bottle of lube from Taemin’s pants that he swore he felt with his foot earlier. Bingo.
Stripping had never been quicker for Minho and once he was naked, he hitched his knee onto the table and crawled over Taemin, bottle in hand until their heads were level. “It seems like you were anticipating this. Somebody hot and bothered?” Minho purred, nudging Taemin’s legs in a request for him to spread them, filling the space immediately when Taemin did as told. The elder sat back on his heels as he slicked up three fingers with the lube, looking at Taemin with expectant eyes, still awaiting his reply. “Hmm?”
“You said no t -”
“I said no talking, Taemin.” Minho compressed the urge to grin when Taemin rolled his eyes, annoyance pinching his features.
“Then why would y -”
“No. Talking.”
This time around, Minho couldn’t bite back his smile when Taemin grew frustrated, jaw sharpening as he clenched his teeth and wiggled in his position, successfully averting Minho’s direction back to his cock and the hole that was begging to be filled. Hiking Taemin’s legs up to his chest, Minho circled around Taemin’s entrance before plunging his finger inside, letting go the breath he was holding as his finger was surrounded by searing heat and a throbbing tightness that nearly went to his head. Taemin was always like this, always tight like he was the first time, but the difference was that he was now experienced, and a deep, throaty moan filled the air as Minho pumped his middle finger in and out with ease.
Taemin lifted his hips off the table in attempt to get Minho deeper inside him once the latter was two fingers in, desperately urging him to hit his prostate and abuse it until he couldn’t think straight, but there was no way Minho was going to let that happen. Not yet, anyway, and Minho swiftly added in a third finger, flexing them and stretching Taemin for his cock, revelling in the whimpers and full blown moans that escaped Taemin’s mouth, the sweet noises full of lust and need, all of it just for Minho.
It was probably pretty risky what they were doing, but damn Minho couldn’t hold it anymore, he couldn’t just stalk off to his room and jerk off like anybody else would do when they lacked assurance. Taemin mewled underneath Minho, tugging his arm to pull him down for a kiss and Minho lost himself as he pumped his fingers in and out.
“You're fucking beautiful, you know that?” Minho said as he lined his thick cock up with Taemin, slick with plenty of lube, just like Taemin liked it. He slowly pushed past the first ring of tight muscle, closing his eyes in concentration, letting out shuddered breaths as he pushed inside, shifting Taemin’s legs wider as he shallowly thrust in until he was fully seated. He paused, not for Taemin, but for himself, trying to persuade his body temperature to lower before he self-imploded. Taemin was so perfect, a toy in which he could play with if he pleased, a person who he could explore with, experiment with. Taemin was his best friend, and he was perfect.
He started off slowly, his weak thrusts sending Taemin into a point of despair as he pulled Minho’s chest towards him, desperately searching for more contact. Minho wasn’t the most lenient person, his body wasn’t agile like Taemin’s, nor lithe and sometimes Minho was just plain lanky, but he knew how to pleasure Taemin, what spots to hit, what made his back arch and his toes curl, and he would always abuse them to full extent.
Soon enough, Taemin was moaning into Minho’s ear, leg draped over his back as Minho pounded into him, in and out until he was panting, sweat beading on his forehead, sliding down his jawline and finishing its destination by landing on Taemin’s cheek, merging with it, nothing in between them expect for layers of skin and sweat.
“You’re perfect.” Minho groaned out as he felt his end nearby, the familiar tug at the pit of his stomach, orbing into a knot that was begging for release. Minho pushed back onto his knees, taking Taemin’s erection into his hand as he flexed his hips, hazy eyes watching the way his cock slid in and out of Taemin’s body so easily. There was no resistance, no friction, just smooth sliding.
Although some of the lube had dried on Minho’s hand, it still provided some slide over Taemin’s cock, polishing the head and then aimlessly tugging until he brought Taemin to completion. It came with a curl of his back, the muscles clenching around Minho’s cock as his body tightened, practically sucking the cum right out of Minho’s cock. Minho’s eyes closed, colourful nothing flashing as he slowly thrust into Taemin, milking himself, the feeling of his cum splashing against his cock only making his orgasm greater - the fact that it’s all inside Taemin, so full with his seed that some of it was seeping out and onto Minho’s pelvis.
Pulling out with his grip on the base of his cock, Minho hopped off the table. His head was slightly spinning, but he managed to pull Taemin up and off the table, his legs visibly shaking with his landing.
He grabbed Taemin's dainty hips, pulling him in closer, feeling victorious having wiped that smug look off of the magnae's face.
He knew better now.
“Am I allowed to ta -”
“No talking.” Minho grinned, placing a firm finger over Taemin's lips.
That was until Taemin managed to bite his finger hardly, right at the middle knuckle where it fucking hurt most, and Minho only grinned harder. He was going to have to teach him another lesson.
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note: taemin's place is on the table.
in the kitchen.
because he's a woman.
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