[fic] Minho/Key - SHINee - Shot down in flames - oneshot
Title: Shot down in flames
Author: fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Warnings: pwp
Pairing: Minho/Key
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Minho knows it’s wrong but it doesn’t stop him from giving in to the temptation.
Comments: ok I have no excuse I just wanted to write minkey get it on. idk. someone punch me in the face so that I finish the longer fic-projects instead of always writing new short ones in between, lmao.
Minho knows it’s wrong but right now he couldn’t give two shits about that. His fingers are carded into soft strands of hair as he pulls on them, forcibly turns the kiss rougher and deeper. Not that there’s much resistance, not when his companion is as willing as he is to get down and dirty together right now, right here.
Right now is during an official dinner party Minho’s boss has organized for his business advocates. The party Minho is - as the boss’s right hand man - supposed to be watching over so that everything works smoothly, so that every filthy rich guest gets what they want be it a new martini or some coated truffles that each cost more than a month’s salary for Minho. He is supposed to be out there smiling, bowing, being the invisible person that guards over everything, so that the party can be a success and he can earn that raise he’s been looking forward to for months.
Right here is in the coatroom, surrounded by the most expensive of coats and mink furs, carefully hung on the rails running from wall to wall. It’s dim, the only light coming from the small gap underneath the door. Out there it’s loud, people chattering and music playing, but inside the small room every single sound is slightly muffled until it feels like the sounds belong to another life, another universe.
The noisy party might be muted down by the thick oak of the door but it doesn’t mean that the delicious moans spilling from those kiss bruised lips are any quieter. Minho takes a moment to appreciate his handiwork, tracking a finger down the side of that pale face, over the protruding cheekbone and down to the reddened mouth. There’s a smirk as a response and Minho’s thumb is pulled into said mouth by a slick tongue, teased in a way that makes Minho feel like he might just burst in his pants from the images it creates in his mind.
There is nothing Minho wants more right now than to bend Kibum over and make him scream his name. He wants to grip Kibum’s hips and slam into his body time and time again, wants to take him raw and make him bleed for him until there’s no one else. He wants to mark him as his own, wants to come inside of him until he’s unbearably full, wants to etch dark bruises on that white skin.
The strangest thing is that he wants all that, yet he has no claim on Kibum whatsoever. Kibum is the unattainable prize, something he can never have for himself but keeps wanting until it burns him alive from the inside. He’s wanted Kibum from the first moment when he saw him in his boss’s study, on his knees and a dick down his throat, from when he quickly closed the door and fled the scenery to try to pretend he didn’t see anything, and still jacked off three times to the visual in one night.
Ever since that day he hasn’t been able to look at Kibum without thinking back to that day and to how badly he wants to be in his boss’s shoes. If he didn’t know how rich the man is he would wonder what Kibum sees in a man more than twice his age, but it’s obvious there is no emotional factor to that relationship. Kibum has never tried to cover it up, unashamedly and unabashedly flaunting the fact that he’s basically a paid toy for one of the wealthiest men in the country.
It should be infuriating and completely off-putting, but it just makes Minho want him more. He pushes his thumb deeper into Kibum’s reddened mouth, earning himself a low moan with it. He presses down until it makes Kibum drop his jaw, something so sinfully seductive in that single action that it makes something snap.
Within seconds Minho is pushing Kibum down on the floor, coevally making quick work on his belt to get it open. Kibum’s hands are slightly shaky when he brings them up to help Minho shed his pants out of the way and somehow it makes Minho think that he’s not the only one who wants this with that all-consuming passion.
Nothing could’ve prepared Minho for what it feels like when Kibum closes his mouth around his erection and sucks him hard. It’s like a thousand fireworks behind his eyelids and he bites on his lower lip to keep himself from coming embarrassingly fast. Yet he can’t look away, his eyes glued to the sight of Kibum’s lips stretching thin around the girth of his cock when he takes him deeper into his mouth.
Soon Minho is fucking Kibum’s throat in short, helpless jerks of his hips, unable to control himself in the slightest. Kibum makes a protesting sound and grabs Minho’s wrist to push his hand off his hair, instead placing it on his shoulder as if to tell him to stay put. He doesn’t even try to pull back, though, instead focuses on breathing through his nose when Minho’s cock hits the back of his throat repeatedly.
If Minho thought he was in control of the situation he’s proven otherwise when suddenly the sensations are bereaved of him and Kibum pulls back completely and sits on his heels. He’s breathing harshly as he looks up at Minho from deep, dark eyes clouded with lust and something dies within Minho at that. “Fuck me.” Is the only thing Kibum mutters but it could as well be a gunshot in silence by the way it affects Minho.
Fuck me.
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The slide of their bodies makes them both hold their breath as Minho finally pushes inside of Kibum in one smooth, continuous thrust. If he was jealous of the thought that someone else gets to have those incredible lips, that talented mouth, on a regular basis nothing could’ve prepared him for the gush of unadulterated envy that shoots through his veins when his hips slap against Kibum’s ass and he’s sheathed fully inside. Minho never knew himself as this violently possessive person he seems to be morphing into at this very moment.
So Minho stops thinking altogether, stops telling himself how this is wrong and this is dangerous and this is something he shouldn’t be doing in the first place. Instead he pretends that they’re not in a coatroom, fucking on the mink of some businessman’s wife like it belongs to them. He grabs Kibum’s thigh and hikes it up his waist, changes the angle and lets his hips snap forward with such unrelenting precision he has Kibum howling.
He can only hope that the music is so loud no one pays them any mind since God be his witness, Minho will not stop now to hush Kibum and make sure he’s quiet. Instead he tries to draw more of those sounds from Kibum, tries to make him come undone underneath him in a way he’ll remember months to come.
Even through his dress shirt Minho can feel Kibum’s nails on his back, dragging down in a way that would break the skin had there not been the layer of fabric in between. It makes Minho shudder and he surges down to claim Kibum’s mouths with his own, in a kiss that is far from perfect and bound to leave their lips bruised and swollen.
It’s rough and lacks finesse but Kibum is unravelling beneath Minho helplessly, coming undone without a single touch on his achingly hard cock. He whines high in his throat, a sound that Minho swallows right up, and bucks his pelvis upwards to show how badly he needs this, how much he wants to feel every single inch Minho has to give.
So Minho gives him everything. He fucks him hard, fast, unrelenting, and makes sure to hit home with each slam of his hips. Within that, he leaves behind a part of himself he never intended to let slip away.
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Minho finds it hard to focus on the words that flow by him, but he keeps on smiling politely and nodding at all the right times. His suit is impeccable, his hair groomed back to perfection, and the only indication to his impromptu rendezvous mere minutes ago is the way his lips are reddened, the way his skin has a certain glow to it.
When he looks across the room he sees Kibum slip his hand in the crook of the boss’s arm and lean closer to him to whisper something in his ear. It sends a shiver of jealousy down Minho’s spine and he clenches his fist, lets his fingernails dig into his palm painfully. He watches as the old man possessively pulls Kibum to him and roughly squeezes his ass, right there in front of all the guests.
Kibum looks up and when his dark eyes catch Minho’s, he smirks.
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(1491 words)
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lmao do you remember someone saying “I promise the next thing I post will have a plot. like, it will be long and coherent and have actual happenings instead of just banging.”? YES THAT WAS ME. and here I am posting yet another pwp \o/
in my defense I’ve been writing the long fics too and I’ve made so much progress with them, but they still lack some scenes before I can actually post them. but I have a nearly finished taekey ficcie and a nearly finished minkey fic (that is gigantic, by my standards)! so I’m trying hard to get them posted soonish. gonna be out of the country for two weeks soon though.
ALSO HEY GAIZ GO HERE .
and. um. yes.
I shall just leave this here.
@DW.
Author: fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Warnings: pwp
Pairing: Minho/Key
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Minho knows it’s wrong but it doesn’t stop him from giving in to the temptation.
Comments: ok I have no excuse I just wanted to write minkey get it on. idk. someone punch me in the face so that I finish the longer fic-projects instead of always writing new short ones in between, lmao.
Minho knows it’s wrong but right now he couldn’t give two shits about that. His fingers are carded into soft strands of hair as he pulls on them, forcibly turns the kiss rougher and deeper. Not that there’s much resistance, not when his companion is as willing as he is to get down and dirty together right now, right here.
Right now is during an official dinner party Minho’s boss has organized for his business advocates. The party Minho is - as the boss’s right hand man - supposed to be watching over so that everything works smoothly, so that every filthy rich guest gets what they want be it a new martini or some coated truffles that each cost more than a month’s salary for Minho. He is supposed to be out there smiling, bowing, being the invisible person that guards over everything, so that the party can be a success and he can earn that raise he’s been looking forward to for months.
Right here is in the coatroom, surrounded by the most expensive of coats and mink furs, carefully hung on the rails running from wall to wall. It’s dim, the only light coming from the small gap underneath the door. Out there it’s loud, people chattering and music playing, but inside the small room every single sound is slightly muffled until it feels like the sounds belong to another life, another universe.
The noisy party might be muted down by the thick oak of the door but it doesn’t mean that the delicious moans spilling from those kiss bruised lips are any quieter. Minho takes a moment to appreciate his handiwork, tracking a finger down the side of that pale face, over the protruding cheekbone and down to the reddened mouth. There’s a smirk as a response and Minho’s thumb is pulled into said mouth by a slick tongue, teased in a way that makes Minho feel like he might just burst in his pants from the images it creates in his mind.
There is nothing Minho wants more right now than to bend Kibum over and make him scream his name. He wants to grip Kibum’s hips and slam into his body time and time again, wants to take him raw and make him bleed for him until there’s no one else. He wants to mark him as his own, wants to come inside of him until he’s unbearably full, wants to etch dark bruises on that white skin.
The strangest thing is that he wants all that, yet he has no claim on Kibum whatsoever. Kibum is the unattainable prize, something he can never have for himself but keeps wanting until it burns him alive from the inside. He’s wanted Kibum from the first moment when he saw him in his boss’s study, on his knees and a dick down his throat, from when he quickly closed the door and fled the scenery to try to pretend he didn’t see anything, and still jacked off three times to the visual in one night.
Ever since that day he hasn’t been able to look at Kibum without thinking back to that day and to how badly he wants to be in his boss’s shoes. If he didn’t know how rich the man is he would wonder what Kibum sees in a man more than twice his age, but it’s obvious there is no emotional factor to that relationship. Kibum has never tried to cover it up, unashamedly and unabashedly flaunting the fact that he’s basically a paid toy for one of the wealthiest men in the country.
It should be infuriating and completely off-putting, but it just makes Minho want him more. He pushes his thumb deeper into Kibum’s reddened mouth, earning himself a low moan with it. He presses down until it makes Kibum drop his jaw, something so sinfully seductive in that single action that it makes something snap.
Within seconds Minho is pushing Kibum down on the floor, coevally making quick work on his belt to get it open. Kibum’s hands are slightly shaky when he brings them up to help Minho shed his pants out of the way and somehow it makes Minho think that he’s not the only one who wants this with that all-consuming passion.
Nothing could’ve prepared Minho for what it feels like when Kibum closes his mouth around his erection and sucks him hard. It’s like a thousand fireworks behind his eyelids and he bites on his lower lip to keep himself from coming embarrassingly fast. Yet he can’t look away, his eyes glued to the sight of Kibum’s lips stretching thin around the girth of his cock when he takes him deeper into his mouth.
Soon Minho is fucking Kibum’s throat in short, helpless jerks of his hips, unable to control himself in the slightest. Kibum makes a protesting sound and grabs Minho’s wrist to push his hand off his hair, instead placing it on his shoulder as if to tell him to stay put. He doesn’t even try to pull back, though, instead focuses on breathing through his nose when Minho’s cock hits the back of his throat repeatedly.
If Minho thought he was in control of the situation he’s proven otherwise when suddenly the sensations are bereaved of him and Kibum pulls back completely and sits on his heels. He’s breathing harshly as he looks up at Minho from deep, dark eyes clouded with lust and something dies within Minho at that. “Fuck me.” Is the only thing Kibum mutters but it could as well be a gunshot in silence by the way it affects Minho.
Fuck me.
---
The slide of their bodies makes them both hold their breath as Minho finally pushes inside of Kibum in one smooth, continuous thrust. If he was jealous of the thought that someone else gets to have those incredible lips, that talented mouth, on a regular basis nothing could’ve prepared him for the gush of unadulterated envy that shoots through his veins when his hips slap against Kibum’s ass and he’s sheathed fully inside. Minho never knew himself as this violently possessive person he seems to be morphing into at this very moment.
So Minho stops thinking altogether, stops telling himself how this is wrong and this is dangerous and this is something he shouldn’t be doing in the first place. Instead he pretends that they’re not in a coatroom, fucking on the mink of some businessman’s wife like it belongs to them. He grabs Kibum’s thigh and hikes it up his waist, changes the angle and lets his hips snap forward with such unrelenting precision he has Kibum howling.
He can only hope that the music is so loud no one pays them any mind since God be his witness, Minho will not stop now to hush Kibum and make sure he’s quiet. Instead he tries to draw more of those sounds from Kibum, tries to make him come undone underneath him in a way he’ll remember months to come.
Even through his dress shirt Minho can feel Kibum’s nails on his back, dragging down in a way that would break the skin had there not been the layer of fabric in between. It makes Minho shudder and he surges down to claim Kibum’s mouths with his own, in a kiss that is far from perfect and bound to leave their lips bruised and swollen.
It’s rough and lacks finesse but Kibum is unravelling beneath Minho helplessly, coming undone without a single touch on his achingly hard cock. He whines high in his throat, a sound that Minho swallows right up, and bucks his pelvis upwards to show how badly he needs this, how much he wants to feel every single inch Minho has to give.
So Minho gives him everything. He fucks him hard, fast, unrelenting, and makes sure to hit home with each slam of his hips. Within that, he leaves behind a part of himself he never intended to let slip away.
---
Minho finds it hard to focus on the words that flow by him, but he keeps on smiling politely and nodding at all the right times. His suit is impeccable, his hair groomed back to perfection, and the only indication to his impromptu rendezvous mere minutes ago is the way his lips are reddened, the way his skin has a certain glow to it.
When he looks across the room he sees Kibum slip his hand in the crook of the boss’s arm and lean closer to him to whisper something in his ear. It sends a shiver of jealousy down Minho’s spine and he clenches his fist, lets his fingernails dig into his palm painfully. He watches as the old man possessively pulls Kibum to him and roughly squeezes his ass, right there in front of all the guests.
Kibum looks up and when his dark eyes catch Minho’s, he smirks.
---
(1491 words)
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lmao do you remember someone saying “I promise the next thing I post will have a plot. like, it will be long and coherent and have actual happenings instead of just banging.”? YES THAT WAS ME. and here I am posting yet another pwp \o/
in my defense I’ve been writing the long fics too and I’ve made so much progress with them, but they still lack some scenes before I can actually post them. but I have a nearly finished taekey ficcie and a nearly finished minkey fic (that is gigantic, by my standards)! so I’m trying hard to get them posted soonish. gonna be out of the country for two weeks soon though.
ALSO HEY GAIZ GO HERE .
and. um. yes.
I shall just leave this here.
@DW.