Tonight 1/? (Minho/Key; NC-17)
Title: Tonight
Author: a_life_defiant
Pairing: MinKey (Minho/Key)
Genre: PWP (cause while there is a plot....it's not much of one)
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Warnings: None for the moment.
Summary: Choi Minho has a rep in the club circuit as a playboy. A self defined whore with high standards and an insatiable appetite for pissing his father off with his sexcapades. What happens when he meets someone who is well-matched against his arrogant ways?
A/N: For fantasydesire & ayamelockett ! It just popped into my head...I dun know if you'll like it or not.
A/N2: I know this chapter is smutless. THAT WILL CHANGE I PROMISE ! Inspired by the song "Tonight (I'm fucking you)"
Minho took a swig of his beer and placed it back on the bar; a bored expression firmly fixed on his face. He’d been coming out to the clubs so long that all of them were starting to blur together. He tried to remember which one he was gracing his presence with at the moment. Was it Glow? Sin? Fantasy? Desire? He shrugged internally. It was some one-word bullshit name club, and honestly it didn’t matter. He’d do what he normally did. He’d hang around the bar for a bit then trudge up to the VIP lounge. He might find someone to fuck - he might not. It really depended upon whether he found someone reasonably hot whom he hadn’t fucked yet.
That was a feat in and of itself. Truth be told, he was a bit of a whore. Though no one could say that was a secret. Choi Minho was known throughout the Seoul’s club circuit as a rich playboy who, too often, thought with his dick and not his head. Mostly it was an act of rebellion. Did he want to be rich and beautiful? Not really. That’s not saying those are horrible things to be, but he never asked for this life and he would gladly give it away if he could. However, that wasn’t an option. He was Choi Minho, heir to his father’s multi-billion won shipping business. A man in his position wasn’t allowed any other options but those that were already laid out for him. So he figured he might as well try to find some amusement while he could, and if it gained him several disappointed head shakes and stern talks from his father - then that was just a plus. He found he wasn’t nearly as bored when he managed to piss his father off. It was like a game to him. Tonight was no different.
He finished off the last of his drink - was it number 8 or 9? He couldn’t remember, but he knew that he was definitely feeling good. As he made his way up toward the VIP section someone caught his eye. Tonight it was a guy, though his movements were anything but. His body swayed fluidly to the beat of the house music. He wore black skinny jeans and a gray fitted tee that had some sort of shimmering graphic print on the front. His hair was dark with multiple colored streaks in it. Minho smirked wickedly. The boy looked to be the exact kind of sin he wanted to dive into.
He wove through the crowd around his prey, staring him down and waiting to catch the boy’s gaze. He almost wasn’t ready for it when the boy’s eyes shot up and locked with his. His enigmatic eyes bore into Minho. It was a glare, to be exact. It was one of those ‘what the fuck are you looking at?’ kind of glares. Minho knew right then that stalking wasn’t going to work for this one. He’d have to be direct. It might even be a challenge, and that was refreshing to him.
Something in the back of his mind was going off - telling him maybe he should find another. But the heat blooming in the pit of his stomach overrode anything his stupid brain had to say.
Minho glared back, licking his lower lip. A clear signal of ‘yeah I’m staring. I want you. Fucking deal with it.’ The boy narrowed his eyes slightly, making sure he was reading the tall stranger correctly. Suddenly he waved into a dance move, ending in a blatant grab to his own crotch. To Minho this said ‘come and get it.’, which he fully intended to do.
He strode purposefully through the sea of people until he reached his target. The shorter boy hooked his fingers into Minho’s belt loops and pulled him flush against his body; hips canting upward and grinding their cocks together.
I know you want me
I made it obvious that I want you too
So put it on me
Minho lowered his hands; grasping the boy’s ass as he pushed back. This spurred the other to break free of his hold and turn around; grinding his ass against Minho’s crotch as they flowed with the music. Minho bit at the shorter boy’s earlobe and then nuzzled into his neck.
“Mmm, you’re feisty. Do you have a name? Mine’s Minho. I thought you should know it because you’ll be screaming it later.”
The boy turned back around and continued to dance, this time leaving a small gap between them.
“Key. And I already knew who you were. You’ve got quite the reputation, you know.” Key spoke in a bored tone and he swiveled his hips.
“You shouldn’t believe everything you hear.” Minho frowned as he closed the space between them.
Key let out a laugh. “I shouldn’t? Damn, here I was hoping it was all true…”
That sentence made Minho’s dick strain painfully in his jeans. Key was bold, blatant, and he already knew the score. Minho was sure he’d never wanted anyone more than he’d wanted this boy right now. All thoughts about his game went out the window as he moved his face closer to Key’s. Tonight was for going to be for him - what he actually wanted for once.
Key brushed a thumb over the taller boy’s lips. “You’re thinking too much…” He teased.
Minho stared at him with dark eyes for a long moment before he spoke.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but tonight I’m fucking you.” He said with finality as he captured Key’s mouth in a brutal kiss. Their tongues oscillated back and forth; giving and taking in dominance before they finally broke apart.
Key grabbed Minho’s hand and tugged him toward the exit. “Let’s get the fuck out of here then.”
The little voice in Minho’s head was now completely drowned out by the rushing deluge of blood that was pooling in his groin. All he cared about was the fact that he was about to get inside that perfect ass - whose owner didn’t seem sexually shy at all.
Tonight was going to be something he would remember, he could just feel it.
TBC
Author: a_life_defiant
Pairing: MinKey (Minho/Key)
Genre: PWP (cause while there is a plot....it's not much of one)
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Warnings: None for the moment.
Summary: Choi Minho has a rep in the club circuit as a playboy. A self defined whore with high standards and an insatiable appetite for pissing his father off with his sexcapades. What happens when he meets someone who is well-matched against his arrogant ways?
A/N: For fantasydesire & ayamelockett ! It just popped into my head...I dun know if you'll like it or not.
A/N2: I know this chapter is smutless. THAT WILL CHANGE I PROMISE ! Inspired by the song "Tonight (I'm fucking you)"
Minho took a swig of his beer and placed it back on the bar; a bored expression firmly fixed on his face. He’d been coming out to the clubs so long that all of them were starting to blur together. He tried to remember which one he was gracing his presence with at the moment. Was it Glow? Sin? Fantasy? Desire? He shrugged internally. It was some one-word bullshit name club, and honestly it didn’t matter. He’d do what he normally did. He’d hang around the bar for a bit then trudge up to the VIP lounge. He might find someone to fuck - he might not. It really depended upon whether he found someone reasonably hot whom he hadn’t fucked yet.
That was a feat in and of itself. Truth be told, he was a bit of a whore. Though no one could say that was a secret. Choi Minho was known throughout the Seoul’s club circuit as a rich playboy who, too often, thought with his dick and not his head. Mostly it was an act of rebellion. Did he want to be rich and beautiful? Not really. That’s not saying those are horrible things to be, but he never asked for this life and he would gladly give it away if he could. However, that wasn’t an option. He was Choi Minho, heir to his father’s multi-billion won shipping business. A man in his position wasn’t allowed any other options but those that were already laid out for him. So he figured he might as well try to find some amusement while he could, and if it gained him several disappointed head shakes and stern talks from his father - then that was just a plus. He found he wasn’t nearly as bored when he managed to piss his father off. It was like a game to him. Tonight was no different.
He finished off the last of his drink - was it number 8 or 9? He couldn’t remember, but he knew that he was definitely feeling good. As he made his way up toward the VIP section someone caught his eye. Tonight it was a guy, though his movements were anything but. His body swayed fluidly to the beat of the house music. He wore black skinny jeans and a gray fitted tee that had some sort of shimmering graphic print on the front. His hair was dark with multiple colored streaks in it. Minho smirked wickedly. The boy looked to be the exact kind of sin he wanted to dive into.
He wove through the crowd around his prey, staring him down and waiting to catch the boy’s gaze. He almost wasn’t ready for it when the boy’s eyes shot up and locked with his. His enigmatic eyes bore into Minho. It was a glare, to be exact. It was one of those ‘what the fuck are you looking at?’ kind of glares. Minho knew right then that stalking wasn’t going to work for this one. He’d have to be direct. It might even be a challenge, and that was refreshing to him.
Something in the back of his mind was going off - telling him maybe he should find another. But the heat blooming in the pit of his stomach overrode anything his stupid brain had to say.
Minho glared back, licking his lower lip. A clear signal of ‘yeah I’m staring. I want you. Fucking deal with it.’ The boy narrowed his eyes slightly, making sure he was reading the tall stranger correctly. Suddenly he waved into a dance move, ending in a blatant grab to his own crotch. To Minho this said ‘come and get it.’, which he fully intended to do.
He strode purposefully through the sea of people until he reached his target. The shorter boy hooked his fingers into Minho’s belt loops and pulled him flush against his body; hips canting upward and grinding their cocks together.
I know you want me
I made it obvious that I want you too
So put it on me
Minho lowered his hands; grasping the boy’s ass as he pushed back. This spurred the other to break free of his hold and turn around; grinding his ass against Minho’s crotch as they flowed with the music. Minho bit at the shorter boy’s earlobe and then nuzzled into his neck.
“Mmm, you’re feisty. Do you have a name? Mine’s Minho. I thought you should know it because you’ll be screaming it later.”
The boy turned back around and continued to dance, this time leaving a small gap between them.
“Key. And I already knew who you were. You’ve got quite the reputation, you know.” Key spoke in a bored tone and he swiveled his hips.
“You shouldn’t believe everything you hear.” Minho frowned as he closed the space between them.
Key let out a laugh. “I shouldn’t? Damn, here I was hoping it was all true…”
That sentence made Minho’s dick strain painfully in his jeans. Key was bold, blatant, and he already knew the score. Minho was sure he’d never wanted anyone more than he’d wanted this boy right now. All thoughts about his game went out the window as he moved his face closer to Key’s. Tonight was for going to be for him - what he actually wanted for once.
Key brushed a thumb over the taller boy’s lips. “You’re thinking too much…” He teased.
Minho stared at him with dark eyes for a long moment before he spoke.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but tonight I’m fucking you.” He said with finality as he captured Key’s mouth in a brutal kiss. Their tongues oscillated back and forth; giving and taking in dominance before they finally broke apart.
Key grabbed Minho’s hand and tugged him toward the exit. “Let’s get the fuck out of here then.”
The little voice in Minho’s head was now completely drowned out by the rushing deluge of blood that was pooling in his groin. All he cared about was the fact that he was about to get inside that perfect ass - whose owner didn’t seem sexually shy at all.
Tonight was going to be something he would remember, he could just feel it.
TBC