drunk taemin [1/1]
title: drunk taemin
rating; nc-17
summary; in which minho arrives home to a drunk taemin and decides to take control of the situation.
credit; based on lynndingdong's drunk key.
A loud laugh greets Choi Minho as he walks into the familiar apartment. He raises an eyebrow but says nothing, slipping off his shoes and shutting the door when a clearly, very, very drunk Taemin stumbled to greet him. His hand clutched the vodka bottle tightly, his body shaking with laughter that was silent.
"Cheating.. Minho.. You were.. Flaming charisma.." Taemin slurred his words, and Minho really had no clue what the last part was about. Taemin took another swig from the bottle, before nearly falling, Minho steadying him.
"Someone's drunk." Minho announced, and Taemin pushed him away, his blonde dyed hair in his face, covering his eyes. He made no move to brush it out of the way like he usually did. He staggered as he pointed a shaky finger at Minho.
"CHEATER!" He yelled.
"I was at work, Taemin." Minho calmly explained, making sure the boy wouldn't fall over.
"I DON'T THINK SO!" He repeated loudly, and took a large gulp from the bottle. Minho rolled his eyes, taking the bottle of vodka, not surprised it was nearly empty. Then again, concern hit him as he wondered when the boy started drinking.
"You.. Liar.. Your charisma.. I hate you.." Taemin breathed out as he reached out, hand pulling at Minho's brown hair. He let out a sob, hand yanking on one of his brown locks, but the taller boy stayed silent as Taemin droned on and cried with no tears.
"Come on."
Wait. Taemin was drunk.
He could have some fun with this.
"No.. No.." Taemin muttered, Minho taking the last sip of the drink, alcohol burning his throat. His smile proved his charisma as he put the bottle aside, kicking it as it rolled aside.
"Why would I cheat on you?"
Taemin didn't answer, eyes simply fixed on him.
"Tell me, give me a reason." Minho's harsh words drove daggers into Taemin's mind. Minho was severely ticked off by now, it was late and he was tired. But Taemin let out a wail and shook his head, Minho watching him.
"The flaming charisma comes home to this. He's not impressed."
Taemin's eyes became watery in a moment, a sign that the alcohol has really messed with his feelings.
"I-I'm sorry.." Taemin pleads, and Minho yanks him by a fistful of that soft hair, yanking him up from his knees. Taemin lets out a quiet mewl.
"Aren't you surprised? Why wouldn't I cheat on a boy like you when I come home to this?" Minho's voice becomes dangerously low, and Taemin watches on, tears now making their way down his cheeks.
"I-I'm sorry.." He repeats again, covering his face before peeking out at Minho again, earning a simple smile from the taller boy.
"You haven't given me a single reason, Taemin, not to cheat on you." Minho's hands make their way to the front of Taemin's shirt, grabbing it and pulling him closer. The hostile action scares Taemin, as he lets out a small whimper. He's frightened, those eyes intently watching Choi Minho.
"I come home to someone who can't even cook me a dinner. Now why wouldn't I cheat?" Minho let go of him and Taemin sped off into their bedroom, Minho following pretty quickly. Taemin is on the bed, hugging a pillow but watching Minho make his way over to him.
"You think I screw around Taemin?" Minho pulls the pillow away, and Taemin turns away in fear, but the way he did it was so intoxicated.
"How're you gonna pay me back?" Minho laces those fingers through that blonde hair again, turning his head to face him.
"I-"
"Don't talk."
His mouth was forced upon Taemin, the taste of alcohol greeting him, and Taemin didn't protest, though he was trying to pull away uncontrollably. Minho abruptly slipped a knee between Taemin's legs, causing him to gasp softly and relax a bit.
"I..I-"
"Shut up."
Minho usually didn't act like this, but he was tired and Taemin was drunk. He could do anything he wanted to do to him. After a day of work, he could use this.
"How're we gonna solve this?" Minho whispered, in a hostile voice against his ear as he slipped his hand beneath those tight jeans of his, earning a gasp from the younger boy.
"M-Min-"
"You need to shut the fuck up."
Profanities were not usually used, but he wanted Taemin to just shut up. It worked. The younger boy's mouth closed.
"Now here's another reason. Who wouldn't cheat on a boy who wears such tight jeans?"
Taemin didn't speak, as Minho unzipped Taemin's jeans and smirked at the already, large wet spot at the front of his boxers.
"Do you get hard thinking about me fucking someone else?" Minho teased in a low voice, hand slipping beneath those boxers and wrapped his hands around that part of him, earning a loud moan. Taemin simply nodded, quiet sighs of content escaping through his partially parted lips.
He had forgotten that Taemin had twice the sensitivity once drunk.
Minho's hand gives a sudden jerk, causing Taemin's hips to buck up rapidly, his eyes watching Minho intently, murmuring incoherent words. He let out a sudden moan as Minho continued on, and even through the fogginess of the alcohol, Taemin could feel the familiar heat.
"No." Minho knew, he knew when the younger boy was close. Taemin let out a small whimper.
"You're lucky I haven't cheated on you. Quick." Minho muttered, and Taemin knew what to do. His hands fumbled with the front of Minho's pants, before finally unzipping and pulling them down, along with his boxers, he didn't hesitate to wrap his hand around it for a moment before his mouth replaced the hand, making Minho let out a quiet moan. Taemin's tongue moved up and down the shaft, his mouth was so skilled. The alcohol made it ten times better, Minho had decided. He gagged softly for a moment, he was so submissive. Well, he was different when he wasn't drunk out of his mind.
Minho decided that he needed Taemin now.
"Stop, Taemin." He forced out, and Taemin continued, before Minho had to lace his fingers through his hair and pull him off, before stripping him down, his pants pulled off along with Taemin's.
"I-I'm sorry!" Taemin cried out, but then he laughed softly, a sign that really, it was best not to question him while was drunk. Minho didn't know, he really didn't know. Would this be considered rape? But no, Taemin wasn't saying no. He was saying yes. So Minho's guilty mood vanished, and his hand reached to the drawer near the bedside, pulling out the familiar bottle with the even more familiar liquid in it. Coating his fingers with it, he couldn't help feel extremely impatient. Taemin let out a low, quiet gasp when he felt the fingers at his entrance, but he let out a louder noise once they entered slowly, his mind was now full of confusion. He couldn't distinguish through the haze of alcohol. But all he knew was that he felt heaven. And this was where he probably was now.
Minho knew he should've probably prepped him more, but he decided to take a shortcut today. So his fingers went hard, immediately, and Taemin's whimpers and moans mixed in undistinguishable pain as well as pleasure. Ah, well, he wouldn't remember the next morning, so this was okay. It hit him in all the right places, and Minho finally pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his own part, that would connect him with this boy that was drunk out of his mind.
"Minho!" Taemin breathed loudly, and his nails dug into Minho's arms, leaving marks. Minho simply replied with a low moan, leaning over and kissing the boy's neck, leaving marks and breathing in his scent as he went slowly. Taemin didn't say anything, quiet noises coming from his mouth as Minho increased his pace abruptly. He knew he should've prepped him more- clearly he was in pain, but he wouldn't remember. Hopefully.
So he went faster, harder, satisfying the lust-crazed sounds that were escaping from the young boy's mouth, and Minho's hand wrapped around Taemin's, the hand that was around Taemin's own part, both of them moving at the same time, the same pace. Taemin's whispers were filled with profanities, profanities that he'd probably not remember using the next morning. Ah, well they all meant that he wanted it. Badly. Taemin, without a warning, let out a loud moan, spilling all over both of their hands, and tightened around Minho. Of course, the other taller boy couldn't control it either. So he came right after him with a moan, and Taemin fell back against the pillows, breathing hard. Minho leaned over giving him a soft kiss. Then, he realized the boy was already out cold, asleep.
Submissive Taemin, Helpful Taemin, Cute Taemin. He liked them all.
But he liked drunk Taemin the best.
rating; nc-17
summary; in which minho arrives home to a drunk taemin and decides to take control of the situation.
credit; based on lynndingdong's drunk key.
A loud laugh greets Choi Minho as he walks into the familiar apartment. He raises an eyebrow but says nothing, slipping off his shoes and shutting the door when a clearly, very, very drunk Taemin stumbled to greet him. His hand clutched the vodka bottle tightly, his body shaking with laughter that was silent.
"Cheating.. Minho.. You were.. Flaming charisma.." Taemin slurred his words, and Minho really had no clue what the last part was about. Taemin took another swig from the bottle, before nearly falling, Minho steadying him.
"Someone's drunk." Minho announced, and Taemin pushed him away, his blonde dyed hair in his face, covering his eyes. He made no move to brush it out of the way like he usually did. He staggered as he pointed a shaky finger at Minho.
"CHEATER!" He yelled.
"I was at work, Taemin." Minho calmly explained, making sure the boy wouldn't fall over.
"I DON'T THINK SO!" He repeated loudly, and took a large gulp from the bottle. Minho rolled his eyes, taking the bottle of vodka, not surprised it was nearly empty. Then again, concern hit him as he wondered when the boy started drinking.
"You.. Liar.. Your charisma.. I hate you.." Taemin breathed out as he reached out, hand pulling at Minho's brown hair. He let out a sob, hand yanking on one of his brown locks, but the taller boy stayed silent as Taemin droned on and cried with no tears.
"Come on."
Wait. Taemin was drunk.
He could have some fun with this.
"No.. No.." Taemin muttered, Minho taking the last sip of the drink, alcohol burning his throat. His smile proved his charisma as he put the bottle aside, kicking it as it rolled aside.
"Why would I cheat on you?"
Taemin didn't answer, eyes simply fixed on him.
"Tell me, give me a reason." Minho's harsh words drove daggers into Taemin's mind. Minho was severely ticked off by now, it was late and he was tired. But Taemin let out a wail and shook his head, Minho watching him.
"The flaming charisma comes home to this. He's not impressed."
Taemin's eyes became watery in a moment, a sign that the alcohol has really messed with his feelings.
"I-I'm sorry.." Taemin pleads, and Minho yanks him by a fistful of that soft hair, yanking him up from his knees. Taemin lets out a quiet mewl.
"Aren't you surprised? Why wouldn't I cheat on a boy like you when I come home to this?" Minho's voice becomes dangerously low, and Taemin watches on, tears now making their way down his cheeks.
"I-I'm sorry.." He repeats again, covering his face before peeking out at Minho again, earning a simple smile from the taller boy.
"You haven't given me a single reason, Taemin, not to cheat on you." Minho's hands make their way to the front of Taemin's shirt, grabbing it and pulling him closer. The hostile action scares Taemin, as he lets out a small whimper. He's frightened, those eyes intently watching Choi Minho.
"I come home to someone who can't even cook me a dinner. Now why wouldn't I cheat?" Minho let go of him and Taemin sped off into their bedroom, Minho following pretty quickly. Taemin is on the bed, hugging a pillow but watching Minho make his way over to him.
"You think I screw around Taemin?" Minho pulls the pillow away, and Taemin turns away in fear, but the way he did it was so intoxicated.
"How're you gonna pay me back?" Minho laces those fingers through that blonde hair again, turning his head to face him.
"I-"
"Don't talk."
His mouth was forced upon Taemin, the taste of alcohol greeting him, and Taemin didn't protest, though he was trying to pull away uncontrollably. Minho abruptly slipped a knee between Taemin's legs, causing him to gasp softly and relax a bit.
"I..I-"
"Shut up."
Minho usually didn't act like this, but he was tired and Taemin was drunk. He could do anything he wanted to do to him. After a day of work, he could use this.
"How're we gonna solve this?" Minho whispered, in a hostile voice against his ear as he slipped his hand beneath those tight jeans of his, earning a gasp from the younger boy.
"M-Min-"
"You need to shut the fuck up."
Profanities were not usually used, but he wanted Taemin to just shut up. It worked. The younger boy's mouth closed.
"Now here's another reason. Who wouldn't cheat on a boy who wears such tight jeans?"
Taemin didn't speak, as Minho unzipped Taemin's jeans and smirked at the already, large wet spot at the front of his boxers.
"Do you get hard thinking about me fucking someone else?" Minho teased in a low voice, hand slipping beneath those boxers and wrapped his hands around that part of him, earning a loud moan. Taemin simply nodded, quiet sighs of content escaping through his partially parted lips.
He had forgotten that Taemin had twice the sensitivity once drunk.
Minho's hand gives a sudden jerk, causing Taemin's hips to buck up rapidly, his eyes watching Minho intently, murmuring incoherent words. He let out a sudden moan as Minho continued on, and even through the fogginess of the alcohol, Taemin could feel the familiar heat.
"No." Minho knew, he knew when the younger boy was close. Taemin let out a small whimper.
"You're lucky I haven't cheated on you. Quick." Minho muttered, and Taemin knew what to do. His hands fumbled with the front of Minho's pants, before finally unzipping and pulling them down, along with his boxers, he didn't hesitate to wrap his hand around it for a moment before his mouth replaced the hand, making Minho let out a quiet moan. Taemin's tongue moved up and down the shaft, his mouth was so skilled. The alcohol made it ten times better, Minho had decided. He gagged softly for a moment, he was so submissive. Well, he was different when he wasn't drunk out of his mind.
Minho decided that he needed Taemin now.
"Stop, Taemin." He forced out, and Taemin continued, before Minho had to lace his fingers through his hair and pull him off, before stripping him down, his pants pulled off along with Taemin's.
"I-I'm sorry!" Taemin cried out, but then he laughed softly, a sign that really, it was best not to question him while was drunk. Minho didn't know, he really didn't know. Would this be considered rape? But no, Taemin wasn't saying no. He was saying yes. So Minho's guilty mood vanished, and his hand reached to the drawer near the bedside, pulling out the familiar bottle with the even more familiar liquid in it. Coating his fingers with it, he couldn't help feel extremely impatient. Taemin let out a low, quiet gasp when he felt the fingers at his entrance, but he let out a louder noise once they entered slowly, his mind was now full of confusion. He couldn't distinguish through the haze of alcohol. But all he knew was that he felt heaven. And this was where he probably was now.
Minho knew he should've probably prepped him more, but he decided to take a shortcut today. So his fingers went hard, immediately, and Taemin's whimpers and moans mixed in undistinguishable pain as well as pleasure. Ah, well, he wouldn't remember the next morning, so this was okay. It hit him in all the right places, and Minho finally pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his own part, that would connect him with this boy that was drunk out of his mind.
"Minho!" Taemin breathed loudly, and his nails dug into Minho's arms, leaving marks. Minho simply replied with a low moan, leaning over and kissing the boy's neck, leaving marks and breathing in his scent as he went slowly. Taemin didn't say anything, quiet noises coming from his mouth as Minho increased his pace abruptly. He knew he should've prepped him more- clearly he was in pain, but he wouldn't remember. Hopefully.
So he went faster, harder, satisfying the lust-crazed sounds that were escaping from the young boy's mouth, and Minho's hand wrapped around Taemin's, the hand that was around Taemin's own part, both of them moving at the same time, the same pace. Taemin's whispers were filled with profanities, profanities that he'd probably not remember using the next morning. Ah, well they all meant that he wanted it. Badly. Taemin, without a warning, let out a loud moan, spilling all over both of their hands, and tightened around Minho. Of course, the other taller boy couldn't control it either. So he came right after him with a moan, and Taemin fell back against the pillows, breathing hard. Minho leaned over giving him a soft kiss. Then, he realized the boy was already out cold, asleep.
Submissive Taemin, Helpful Taemin, Cute Taemin. He liked them all.
But he liked drunk Taemin the best.